Weymouth High School - Campus / Reflector Yearbook (Weymouth, MA)

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Leonard Business Manager Karl Gardner ' 30 Athletics Editor Art Editor Circulation Manager Edwin Thomas ' 30 Wesley Williams ' 30 William Washburn ' 30 Secretaries Winifred Hunt ' 30 Evelyn Howland ' 30 Mae Raymond ' 30 Louise Sawler ' 30 Advertising Staff Frederick Andrews ' 31 Margaret De Boer ' 30 Alfred Denly ' 30 Elizabeth Freeth ' 32 Sue Harper ' 32 Constance Nash ' 31 Ruth Ogren ' 30 Frank. Soule ' 30 Faculty Adviser P. B. Brown TABLE OF CONTENTS Page Page Literary Section Hot Air 14 The Telling of the Tale 3 O ' Henry Sees a Doctor 14 Twilight 6 A Case of Mistaken Identity 15 Guess Who 6 Study Period 16 Buddy ' s Ride 7 In Defense of Latin 16 The Climber 8 A Wise Visit 16 Difficulties 8 The Mystery 17 Is Our Past Ahead of Us 9 From Hangnail to Judy 18 Comus 11 Alumni News 18 Julius Caesar 12 The New Neighbors 19 The Autobiography of a Hockey Puck 12 Athletics 20 More Precious 13 The School 22 Only Students Between Ages of 9 and 99 13 The Crystal Ball 27 The Albatross 13 Jokes 28

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Donald C Cormack 16 Cottage Ln. Weymouth ma 02188 335-7542 nn ECTOR WE fMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL MARCH ISSUE 1930 VOLUME EIGHT NUMBER FOUR

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The Telling of the Tale A remembered dream with an imaginary conclusion The tale was told to rae on a secluded stretch of fishing coast between the month of the St. John River and the Canadian border of Maine, where Mother and I had elected to spend the summer months. It was a tiny settlement which could scarcely claim the name of village. There were few summer residents besides ourselves ; yet a hotel, whose only apparent use was as a store, occupied a pleasant site on the water front. The second day of our stay I had an errand at this hotel. As I ascended the broad steps, a girl, dressed in a manner which identified her as a year-round resident, ap- proached me from the store window. Good morning, I smiled in my pleasantest man- ner. She raised her head of wonderful gold- en brown hair and looked at me with steady hazel eyes. I marvel that you have this fine building here. You are expecting guests during the hotter weather? No. No one ever comes here now. But it looks prac- tically unused. It is. No one enjoys weathering our storms. We have dreadful ones that come up like squalls. My sailor lad could tell you that. He used to call me ' Laughing Sunshine ' because ' You are always the merriest of all, even when Ave sail out. And after everything else has faded to a blur, I can still distinguish your hair, ' he used to say. Then one day at sunset they were returning, I know Jack was looking for me. And I was standing on that boulder over there, waving. They had been gone only a month ; but it seemed years to me. Then one of those pesky storms blew up. All night they tried to steer clear of the rocks with the wind blowing straight off the ocean. All night we watched and listened and prayed. Then toward dawn we heard, above the roar of the water dashing against the rocks, the sound of splintering wood. They knew — -the fishermen ' s wives. I knew, too, that I would never be one of them. That ' s what our storms are like. That ' s why we don ' t have visitors, I guess. There was a man, the one who built this, who lived in a little cottage here. In fact, he built the hotel right over it. Nobody knew who he was or where he came from. He had a little girl with him. Then one day the little girl was playing with her dolly in the sand, and she disappeared. After that, Mr.