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MARCH REFLECTOR 13 At this point, Tom, and Mac, came to the middle of the ice, one each side of me, with a stick held closely to the side of my ears. Soon Tom yelled, Let ' s go, and I was walloped hard, on each side of my now cut-up face. But that wasn ' t all, for it seemed to me as if every boy there was trying his hardest to injure my feelings, as well as my features. Once I was sailing on my side, and the next minute I was rolling over and over trying to stop myself, but before I could do this, I was rolling between the cans, and some of the boys were shouting in glee. Well, to make a long story short, the skating is all over, and I am lying down in the cellar beside my old friend the hockey stick. We each claim that we are more import- ant than the other fellow, but we can ' t seem to come to an agreement. Of course you can ' t play hockey with- out a stick (that ' s his argument) and mine is that the game is not interesting without me to pick on so there you are ! I guess I ' ll stay down here for a long time, for my sweetheart, the bathing suit, is getting a lot of attention since the swim- ming began. (Gosh! I don ' t know what she means by swimming, but I do know that I am going to be pretty lonely until next win- ter, but when it does come, OH, BOY !). Dorley ' 30. More Precious Colette ' s beauty ' s rare, Helen ' s eyes divine ; For Pan I do not care, But Grace is just sublime. Fay just lives for pleasure, Kay, a clinging vine ; Peg may be a treasure, But not indeed for mine. Just give me plain Mary Jane, For I have heard the rumor She ' s not only safe and sane, But has a sense of humor ! Doris A. Upton ' 32. Only Students Between the Ages of 9 and 99 Don ' t forget, good friends and companions that the Staff is out hunting for extra-special material for the Graduation Issue. It ' s also after more diversified material; so get out your old pencil stub and hop to it. Write up that story you heard Aunt Susan tell the other day ; put down in black and white the rhyme that ' s been singing in your head all day — it may be the start of a poem ; tell us about the hike you took ; copy down those jokes you hear in class ; write up your pet grudge or your favorite subject — -every- thing ! Write these voluminous manuscripts — label them Graduation Issue and hand them to a Staff member any time before May 16th. Remember it ' s an honor to be represented in the Graduation Issue and that your story has as big a chance as anyone else ' s. All work will receive equal consideration from the Staff, whether it comes from the trade- school, the Business, Practical Arts, General, Technical, Aggie, or Classical Courses. The Staff wants work from all divisions of the High School — so get busy. Let ' s make this the biggest and best magazine in the country- it ' s possible if you will help ! Editor. The Albatross Over the dark and sullen seas, Over waves rolled by the breeze, Over the expanses of blue and white, A bird flew by in eager flight. Holding his head wonderfully high, And uttering a long and piercing cry, With wings spread out in the shape of a cross, Flew this beautiful bird, the albatross. It winged its way past sail and spar, And off to the giant cliffs, afar. And proudly perched on the rock ' s edge high, A speck of whiteness against the sky. Martin Rinaldi Jr. High School Grade VIII Martin Rinaldi, Jr. High School, Grade VIII

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12 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL Julius Caesar TRAGEDY Two Acts Act I Place : Rome. Time: Supper Hour. Caesar: (Entering lunch room) Thank heavens it ' s time to eat. That was a pretty fierce scrimmage over in Gaul this A. M. If the 26th Division hadn ' t come up with those machine guns, I should have missed the 4:15 from Paris. (Sees Cicero) Hi, Cic, how ' s things percolating? Cicero : Ubinam gentium sumus (meaning pretty punk). By the way, how ' s that fight in Gaul coming out ? Cae : Fine. I beat Aristovistus so bad in craps the other day that he had to go home in a barrel. Waiter : Ham and eggs waiting ! ( Caesar gets order and sits down beside Cicero). Cic : The weather man predicts that the Ides of March will be stormy. That means danger for you, old dear. The state can ' t spare your services. Cae: Di immortales! (Equivalent to Hot Dog!) — but that weather man ' s no good. He ' s absolutely cuckoo. When he sends out storm warnings, we ' re sure to have a week of dead calm, and when he says there will be fair weather, it rains flivvers. Cic : Better take it easy, old man, there may be something in it. Cae: (Rising) Thanks, I will. (Pays check and goes. ) Cashier: (Yellmg) Hey! this is a lead quarter ! Cae: (Running) I know it, it ' s the one you gave me last week ! Act II Time: The Next Afternoon. Place: Caesar ' s Kitchenette Apartment. Cornelia : Jul, the landlord says if we don ' t come across soon, we will have to be moving. Cae : The Ides of March ! So that ' s what the weather man meant. Cor: No, Jul. This happens every month. The Ides ef March comes only once a year. This the Ides and I ' d rather not go to see the Sheik tonight; it migh prove dan- gerous. Cae: We must see it. Owing to a pressing engagement in Athens, the film is only showing one night. Are you coming? Cor: Yes, I suppose so. Brutus and Cassius are going to meet us at the show. Cae: Fine! I ' ll sit right next to my dear friend Brutus. Don ' t invite Cash to dinner, he eats too much, (both exeunt). (Later, Brutus, Cassius, Caesar, and Cor- nelia pass down the theatre aisle.) Bru: Where ' 11 we sit? Cae : Oh, down front. They have wonderful looking girls in the vaudeville here, real Charleston and Black Bottom steppers, im- ported from Alabama. (Sits down next to Brutus) Caes (Sitting on a very sharp tack) Yeow! ! ! (Rules sore territory) Oh, you brute! ! ! (Et tu, Brute !) Finis Muriel Golby ' 30. The Autobiography of a Hockey Puck It was Christmas day, and I was presen ' d to my owner, Tom Brown. Gee! When he got me he was so happy, and he exclaimed, Now won ' t I have some fun with this puck, (meaning me) on the ice! Well, seems to me as though it was the day after Christmas when I first got these scars. I was brought down to the frozen river, by Tom and his pals, and there I was thrown on the ice, and before I could holler Jack Robinson, I received such a blow on the side of my face, as would have felled an ox. Well, after that, things flew hot and heavy and I felt sore all over, but pretty soon I was left to lie in the middle of a patch of extra smooth ice. It was at this time that Tom called something like this: Hey! Gang ! What do you say, let ' s pick up a game. Jim, dash over to the dump and get four tins, for the goals, and Mac and I will choose up sides. Well, that met with the approval of the gang, and pretty soon there were two tin cans on each side of the smooth ice, and there was I, in the middle.

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14 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL Hot Air Operator! Give me 8-300 please! Let- ter? Oh, K. What is the letter? Why, I just said K. I did not say OK. I said Oh — Yes, I know I said K. Please allow me to finish. I said, Oh because I didn ' t understand what you meant .it first. The letter is K — Yes— Hello, Betsy? — Yes. How are you? Is that so? How ' s the baby? Still givin ' him Eagle brand? Air? Isn ' t that nice! No. Air? Well I always claimed ya can ' t go on looks. Have you seen the new boarder? Oh, ya have ? Well ain ' t he the most hansome thing ya ever saw? Air. He ' s got such bew-t-ful hair — I know it — No! Well, I whis ' t I was young again though by the actions of some people forty is still in baby clothes. Air? I declare, and him earning good pay. Why the way she galavants around you ' d think she didn ' t have no husband to get a supper for. What do ya know? — Why, the baker ' s cart is down there a good half hour every day. Air? As I said to Joe — Joe, I said If she was a tending to her business she ' d have no business odering that junk offer baker. — Air. That ' s just what I say! My Joe, he calls it sawdust — Ha Ha well, the new boarder is so sweet about that. He said to me, Mother — he always calls me Mother — Yes, I know he ' s sorta orphan-like — Mother, he said, don ' t you put on any fancy stuff for me ! ' ' But I do and he appreciates it, too! Air? Well I al ways knew she ' d get in wrong. It ' s scan- dalus the way she ' s carrying on. Betsy, there ' s someone on this line that ain ' t got no business on here. Ya can hear ' em click- in ' . Oh! you ' re chewing gum. Well, it ' s good for the teeth. Air — Well, I feel sorta sorry for him — He usta be an actor-like. — Ya — Oh, Betsy, I read an adorable book last night. — Fatima ' s Last Choice. — Oh, it was simply thrilling! — I don ' t know who wrote it. But, then, the author don ' t make no difference to me. You want to get it. Fatima is in Dutch when the story begins — what I mean is she ' s in wrong, and she meets this little Frenchie that says cheery and all that sorta bunk. Oh, it ' s simply thrilling! Well, Betsy, can you smell that? That ' s my potatoes. Bye — Oh, Betsy ! That baker ' s over there again. — Well, I never did pry into other people ' s business much. I ' m not that type. It ' s nice the baby ' s better — They ' s a new kind of Talcum Powder in the new ' ' Drug Store. ' ' Quite good, they say — Yes. Air? — Well — ' Bye. My potatoes is burnin ' ! M. Pray ' 31 O ' Henry Sees a Doctor There was nothing the matter with me, but I was very ill. I couldn ' t work, sleep, physician. He was young, somewhere between twenty and forty, and wore heli- otrope socks. I liked him immensely. He put me through some coordination exercises. Have you a pain in the back of your head? he asked. I told him I had not. Shut your eyes, he ordered, put your feet close together, and jump backwards as far as you can. I always was a good back- ward jumper with my eyes shut; so I obeyed . My head struck the edge of the office doo: - which had been left open and was only three feet away. The doctor was very sorry. At least he said so and closed the door. Now touch your nose with your right forefinger, he said. On your face, said he. I mean my right forefinger, I explained. Oh, excuse me, said he. He reopened the door and I took my finger out of the crack. After I had performed the marvel- ous digit-nasal feat, I said, I do not wish to deceive you, doctor, as to symptoms ; I really have something very like a pain in the back of my head. He ignored this symptom and examined my heart carefully with a latest popular-an-penny-in-the-slot ear-trumpet. I felt like a ballad. Now, he said, gallop like a horse for about five minutes around the room. I galloped. Then without dropping in a penny he listened to my chest again.