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

Text from Pages 1 - 242 of the 1931 volume:

(EtfriBtmaa Nrtu frar ' fl 1930 • 1931 Eef lector (HhrtBtmaB ilaam 1930 1930-1931 Literary Editors Maude Beaton ' 31 Leonard Bryant ' 31 Josephine Caruso ' 31 Marie Conroy ' Jl Constance Nash ' 31 Sue Harper ' 32 Alumni Margaret DeBoer ' 30 Athletics Frederick Andrews ' 31 Editor Mrytle Pray ' 31 Associate Editors Business Manager John Anderson ' 31 Advertising Board Filomena Amoroso ' 31 Catherine Leahy ' 31 Alan Bryant ' 33 Mary Reidy ' 33 Faculty Adviser P. B. Brown Secretaries Catherine DeLuct ' 31 Eleanor Dwyer ' 31 Mildred Ellis ' 31 Marion Philbrook ' 31 Mae Wood 31 Exchange Edith Baker ' 32 Art Edward Guindon ' 31 ®abl? of (ttntttettta Literary Section Page Star of Bethlehem 3 Mabel Plays Cupid (With Results! ! ! ) 4 Strange Happenings 5 A Christmas Stocking With a Hole 6 Christmas on Sandy River 7 Bashful Dick 8 Ganga 9 Intoducing Sam 10 Christmas 11 Our First Snowstorm 11 Destiny 12 A Good Time 13 Concerning My Christmai Emotions 13 A Woman ' s Strenth 13 Now Won ' t You Study? 14 The Lone River 14 Christmas Voices 14 The Blizzard 15 Society Bridge 15 The Flapper 16 Christmas In Russia 17 A Back Seat Driver Goes on a Flight 17 Shop Early 17 The Stereotype Plate 18 John ' s Mistake 18 Page How Girls Study 19 Mummies and Window Shades 19 The Salesgirl ' s Night Before Christmas 20 White Magic 20 Some Movies at W.H.S. 20 The Sea of Destiny 20 Mv House 21 Her World ' s Work 21 Life 21 My Dream of Christmas Joy 21 Sandman 25 Crazy ( ?) 25 Student Opinion 22 School News 23 Le Cercle Francais 23 High School Visited 24 111 or Convalescing 24 The Varsity Club 24 Alumni News 25 Exchanges 25 Athletics 26 Jokes, 27 The Perfect Teacher 29 Crystal Ball 30 Star of Bethlehem It was December. In two more weeks it would be Christmas. In Bethlehem, a little town in New Hampshire, the townspeople were preparing for a community play to be given Christmas Eve. The heroine, who was Lucy Dennis, fitted into the part very well. The play was pro- gressing rapidly towards perfection. There was only one thing the matter. A hero could not be found. Now in the opinion of everyone except Lucy, David Curtis was just the person for the part. Lucy thought he was simply atro- cious. ' ' There were two reasons for this con- clusion. In the first place, once, when the two of them went to school together, David had caught some mice and had put them in Lucy ' s desk, so that he and his gang might laugh at her. In the second place, when Lucy, in her righteous indignation, had snobbed him, he, instead of being chagrined, didn ' t mind at all and had snobbed her, her, Lucy Priscilla Dennis! Nevertheless, the play must have a hero. For whoever heard of a play without a hero ? Lucy had declared that if David had the part she would not stay in the cast — and who- ever heard of a play without a heroine? Finally the coach, Mrs. Jones, decided to have David learn the part in secret, telling Lucy that her cousin, an accomplished actor from Lisbon, would play the part. As this did not exactly please the people, she dropped a hint here and there as to the truth of the matter. To Lucy, who already was wondering what the fare to Hollywood was, the people reporting these hints (in slightly exaggerated form, it must be remembered) were hateful gossips. However, the stories interested her more than she cared to admit and she listened eagerly to the reports that placed Mrs. Jones ' s cousin next in rank to George Arliss in the profession and equal to Buddy Rogers in looks. Imagine her disappointment, then, when in a rehearsal shortly before the performance, Mrs. Jones announced that her cousin was seriously ill and that another person had con- sented to take the part. Picture her embar- rassment when David Curtis was introduced as the leading man. It was enough to make anyone angry, and Lucy, being a temperamental actress, did not hesitate to tell the coach what she thought of anyone who, after taking the part, had the nerve to get sick; of the coach who had the nerve to appoint him, and of the person who had the nerve to take his place. All her anger might have ended then and there if she had not noticed the grin on David ' s lips. But to see that he wasn ' t down- cast urged her on, until Mrs. Jones told her that if she didn ' t want the part she need 4 CCbrtBtmaB JSrflrrtor not take it. This speech was not expected by Lucy, who had not the slightest idea of not being in the play. So the rehearsals went on, Lucy becom- ing more and more disgusted with David, who entered in the second act as a long lost lover. To make matters worse, in the last scene David insisted on kissing her with a loud resounding smack. It is not strange that Lucy ' s interest in the production waned, un- til she was told that it was the test of an actress to put up with just such difficulties. The day before the play was to be put on Lucy, quite reconciled to her fate, was do- ing some last minute shopping. As Lucy stepped to cross the deserted street, a roadster whizzed around the corner, bearing down on her path. At the same instant, a dark figure darted acros the square. There was a squeak- ing of brakes and Lucy found herself sitting on the sidewalk; beside her leading man. Well! she exclaimed, Thanks. Mabel Plays Cupid Busy shop girls darted to and fro in the great Bennington department store. Huge throngs, reflecting the holiday spirit, filled the aisles. Outside, more people were crowded about trying vainly to get into the great store already filled to overflowing. By one of the windows stood a girl dressed in a dark brown dress and brown coat around the collar of which was a magnificent fur now wet from the fast falling snow. Her face was a pretty one, young but hard and cold, looking compared with the merry faces of the young people around her. She glanced up from her window-shopping to the jolly holiday faces surrounding her, and the blue eyes grew icier. An older woman stopped beside the girl and spoke to her. Helen Van Dyne! What are you looking at in that window ? There ' s nothing there that will bite. Don ' t forget that the Christmas party is tomorrow evening. Junior wants you to be sure and come. Hello, Mabel, I ' m awfully sorry, but I can ' t come to the party. You must know by now that a party of any sort can hold no attractions for me. So you just want every one to know that you are pining away over a fellow? Mabel sarcastically demanded. O! Helen, I ' m sorry that I said that, really I am. Any way ' ' Oh, that ' s all right, grinned David. You know, ' ' said Lucy, settling as comfort- ably as she could on the enow, ' ' I wish you would not make such a noise when you kiss people. ' ' 0. K. replied David, helping her up. ' ' May I walk home with you ? ' ' Not only did he walk home with her but they walked home the longest way. The next night all was excitement. David, much to the relief of the cast, behaved nobly during the last scene, and when the curtain was d rawn with Lucy exclaiming, Dear, I love you, the play was acclaimed a success by all. After the final bow David drew Lucy into the wing. Lucy, he said, ' You were great. You said that last speech as if you meant it. Maybe I did, you know, replied the Huh? Oh, golly! What a break! Myrtle Pray ' 31 (with Results ! ! !) Junior just longs to see you. Won ' t you please come? Poor Junior! Yes, I ' ll be there ' with bells on ' as Jack — Oh, dear ! You see, Mabel, ' ' she cried, ' ' I can ' t forget him ! Everything I do or say concerns him ! And to think that we were going to be married on Christmas Eve. There, there, poor child. I know every- thing will turn out all right. Jack told Jim that he was sailing the day after Christmas for a trip around the world. You won ' t have to see him for another year. ' ' Oh ! ' ' gasped Helen turning white, ' ' Our honeymoon trip. Then with a great effort she smiled at Mrs. Benson and said wearily, Have you finished your shopping yet, Mabel? On receiving a negative reply, she took the woman by the arm and led her into the store, murmuring into her ear, I ' ve got so much money to help me forget and others have so little that I ' m going to busy myself with Christmas charity work to take my mind off myself. ' ' When Mrs. Benson reached home, she said to her husband, Jim, I told Helen Van Dyne that we were going to have a Christmas Eve party, and I want you to invite Jack over also. Tell him the same thing. (TbrtBtmaa ftrflrrtor 5 You ' re too late, my dear. I ' ve asked Merri- vale over already. I was going to tell you about it, but I forgot it. Why, Jim, you ' re marvelous! cried his wife running to hug him. I surely have a smart husband. ' ' Of course you have, my dear. If I weren ' t smart I probably wouldn ' t have married you. You see ' great minds all run in the same channels ' . Christmas Eve came and with it a heavy snow storm and a high wind. The snow was wet, and it clung to Helen ' s fur coat as she struggled blindly toward the Benson ' s home. It was dark, and the lights of many houses shone through the thickly falling snow with a misty gleam that seemed to pierce the heart of the lonely girl and instill some of the Christmas spirit into it that long hours of charity work had failed to arouse. Behind her she heard someone stamping snow from his shoes. She turned around, glad to have a companion for the rest of the walk, and came face to face with her ex-fiance, Jack Mer- rivale. ' ' Why , hello, Helen ! How are you V ex- claimed the young man pleasantly. Oh, I am quite all right, thank you. How do you do, Mr. Merrivale? she asked in a frigid tone, as if it were necessary to ask but that she didn ' t care to know. You ' re still the same old Helen, aren ' t you? the young man continued. I don ' t believe that I have changed my name or habits ! So I suppose I am the same old Helen, she said mimicking him. May I walk to the Benson ' s home with you, Miss Van Dyne ? he asked, sarcastically emphasizing the Miss. You may if you want to, she said un- concernedly. Thus quarrelling, they went up the steps to the Benson home. As Helen ' s hand went out to ring the bell, Jack ' s larger one closed over it. Helen darling, won ' t you foregive me? I ' m terribly sorry for everything. Please look at me and say that you forgive and for- get, he pleaded. Jack dear, it was all my fault. You for- give me please, she said without turning her head. Now I think I-I-I ' m a-a-afraid that I ' m going to look at you ; turn around. ' ' She got no more than a look, for Jack ' s arms closed around her immediately , and all wa ; forgotten and forgiven. The door curtain swayed slightly; then the door opened, silhouetting them against a background of light and merriment, a per- fect picture for the Spirit of Christmas. Marjorie Cass ' 32 Strange Happening The night was wet and cold. The snow, a disagreeable kind, stuck like glue to my cloth- ing. As it fell on my face, it turned to water and trickled slowly downward. The streets were covered with a slippery cloak of slush. The rays of automobile headlights failed to pierce effectively the swiftly falling snow. The automobiles went on their way slowly, stopping at every corner and then continu- ing cautiously onward. Now and then some reckless individual, growing impatient, would speed up and then be forced to skid around the corner. Suddenly a car driven by a chauffeur slurred around the corner where I stood. Just at that moment, I noticed an old man, dressed as a Post Santa Claus, about halfway across the street. I called aloud ; but as he turned, the car swung around and knocked him completely over. I made my way, as quickly as possible, to the injured man ' s aid. Just about the time I reached him, the door of the sedan opened and a well-dressed man of about fifty jumped out. He gave a quick or- der to his chauffeur; then with some assis- tance from me, they managed to place Santa in the rear seat. The man leaped in front with his chauffeur, and they drove off. Two days later, when I was reading the morning paper, I noticed on an inside page a bit of news in heavy print. It read as follows : ' ' Striking Down of Post Santa by John Doe ' s Automobile Results in Christmas Dinner for Three Hundred Orphans at Sea Street Home. Malcolm D. Kemp ' 31 Doe: Will you serve the chicken? Waiter: Sure, what will she have? — Ex. ' ' Papa, papa ! I saved a nickel to-day ! I ran all the way to school behind a street car! Why didn ' t you run behind a bus and save a dime? — Ex. VHc iimonth High rbool A Christmas Stocking with a Hole Marian Young, at the age of nineteen, was very independent. The way she shot around through the traffic in her green roadster in the centre of New York proved it to her friends as well as to the police. Since her parents had always given her just what she wished, she was a selfish girl. She had parties at any time and any price, provided she didn ' t bother her mother and father, because they were busy getting up parties of their own. However, her sister, Evelyn, seventeen years of age, much taller, darker, and hand- somer than Marian, was just the opposite. She was quiet and calm and had never at- a young man, Bob Stevenson, who was a per- fect match for her. He was just a little taller, tended a party. By chance, one day, she met a young man, Bob Stevenson, who was a perfect match for her He was just s little taller, a little darker, and, it might be said, a little handsomer. He was giving a Christmas party the following Wednesday night and had invited Evelyn as guest of honor. Her first party would be a success. As she had saved her allowance for her cloths, she wouldn ' t have to ask her father for money. He had to buy too much for Marian. A week before Christmas, Marian decided that she would like a Christmas party. She sat down at her telephone and called for the hall she preferred. Then she began to plan whom she would invite. She would ask Gerald Milton; he was such a dear, even if her friend, Myrna Halloway, had just about owned him for the last year. And then — yes — she would have mistletoe. That wouldn ' t do though, if Myrna were there. She would have to leave Myrna out. Finally she had her list all made out and started to call the different ones. Just as she hung up the received after telephoning to Gerald, whom she called first, of course, her mother knocked at the door and came in. My dear, my dear, she sobbed, I have some bad news for you. Not for me, because I can ' t be bothered with bad news. I have enough to attend to. Run along, Mother. Marian, listen to me! I will not — must I repeat? I will not, I will not, I will not! Ill tell you, anyway, now, said her mother who had as spiteful a disposition as Marian ' s. Your father says we can ' t have any more parties or clothes for at least two months. He says there ' s no need of them, anyway. ' ' But, Mother, I ' ve already planned a party for Wednesday night and I ' ve already called Gerald Milton. What shall I wear? I ' ve simply got to have a new gown. Dad will just have to give me some money. ' ' My dear, he hasn ' t any money ! ' ' ' ' Hasn ' t any money ! Mother, stop kidding me. I ' m in no mood for fooling. It is tied up in stocks, Marian. And please stop that language. ' Kidding ' — how I hate that word. It ' s all right, Mother. They all say it because I do. You see, I ' m the favorite. In a different tone, Oh-h-h! What will Gerald think of me ? I ' m humiliated, to say the least. By the way, Mother, what was Evelyn doing in the ' Fifth Avenue Fashion Shoppe? ' She had on the most gorgeous evening dress I ever saw. She looked charming, too, but I bet I ' d look better in it. I ' ll tell you, Marian, if you ' ll not men- tion it to her. She has her first boy friend and a real one too, because he ' s giving a Christmas party for her. She ' ll be the belle of the ball. But where did she get the money? I thought that dad didn ' t have any. ' ' She saved it out of her allowance. You should have done the same if you wanted a dress. That ' s all right to say, but she isn ' t as popular as I am and she doesn ' t have to spend as much. I ' m going to get that gown and wear it. She won ' t mind. But she ' s wearing it Wednesday night herself. She doesn ' t need it as much as I do. Dad will have to get me some money. I must have it, do you hear me? Speak to your father. It ' s up to him. He ' ll say, Bo as you like, as he always does. Thus, Wednesday evening passed, and Thursday morning dawned bright and clear. Evelyn and her mother and father were wait- ing for Marian, as usual. Her father finally sent Evelyn after her. Evelyn looked in her room but she wasn ' t there. Then, as she in r iimn nth High rhanl r passed the door of her own room, she saw Marian trying on her new dress. She shrieked, ran in the room, and seized Marian by the arm still screaming angrily. Marian was so astonished at Evelyn, for she have never seen her like this before, that she was rather frightened. Evelyn ran down the stairs, and told where she had found Marian and what she was doing. All she thinks of is herself. I never saw such a conceited, selfish girl in all my life. I save my money and buy myself a dress and there she is with it on. Oh — I hate her ! No. Mother, don ' t try to stop me. I ' m going and going in a hurry. Where am I going? I ' m taking my things to a hotel, and I ' m staying there so I can live my own life the way I Christmas on Henry Burton, forest ranger for the United States Government by choice, and trapper, hunter, and fisher by nature, sat alone in his comfortable log cabin in the Pentier Forest, a beautiful tract of government land situated near the Sandy River. As he sat there in an armchair smoking his pipe, he looked the very soul of comfort. One thing, however, was hanging on his mind, and that was food. True, he had bacon, flour, coffee, and some venison, together with a few minor articles, but Christmas was the next day, and the near- est village was about twenty-five miles away. Also, outside, a storm was raging furiously. Still, he reasoned, I am lucky to have a warm cabin and enough to eat for a few more meals, but I ' ll have to go to Holdston soon. As he spoke, a knock sounded on the door. Come in, he said. The door swung open and an Indian stepped into the cabin. Well, hollo Joe, what are you doing traveling around in this storm for? asked Burton. Me want bacom, replied the aged In- dian. ' ' Sorry, Joe, but I haven ' t any to spare but I ' ll give you a good, square meal. Me want bacom, repeated the redskin. ' ' I can ' t let you have any, but what do you say — want some supper? Yes, returned Joe. You had better stay here tonight — you can ' t reach the peak in a blizzard like this, ' ' went on Burton. want to and not give up everything to Marian. I ' ve done that for seventeen years. I ' m through, now. Money ? I ' ve saved about three hundred dollars or more. I can earn my own living, too, if I need to. Marian wouldn ' t low- er her pride enough for that. I ' m not afraid that it will hurt me. Good-bye. The following Wednesday afternoon a note came for Marian. Sister, If you hang up your stocking to- night, I ' m warning you that there won ' t be anything in it. There always was and always will be a big hole at the bottom. A hole-self. Evelyn. Marjorie Burne ' 31 Sandy River He then quickly prepared a meal of which they both did justice. After the meal, Burton gave the Indian some tobacco and a pipe, which contented Joe very much. Soon Joe began to nod his head and almost fell asleep in his chair. Henry aroused him and gave the redskin a comfortable bunk to sleep in. Need- less to say, it did not take either of them long to drop into a sound slumber. It was early morning on Sandy River. The storm had cleared and the sun shone into the log cabin windows. Burton sat up, rubbed his eyes, and jumped out of his bunk. He then looked over to the bunk where Joe had slept. It was empty. Quickly pulling on his clothes, he opened the door. Outside were the footprints of heavy boots. ' ' I guess the rascal must have headed back to the peak ; so I might as well get breakfast. ' ' Going over to the cupboard, he opened it. The big slab of bacon was gone. He searched the cupboard ; there was no trace of the miss- ing bacon. Henry then went over to the large fireplace to put more wood on it. On the hearth lay a beautiful, glossy, black fox skin. Picking it up, he turned it over. On the back was written in rude, sprawling characters in charcoal: To paleface. I took bacom, Joe. As Burton held the skin, he laughed softly to himself. Who in the world would think that anyone would get a Christmas present in this wilderness? he mused. Frank Thomas ' 33 E (Ehriatmaa RriUrtor It was the Christmas season, and the usual rush and excitement was going on everywhere in the little college town, Cornell. A certain stalwart looking young man was unmindful of everything going on about him, as he walked to and fro before a prominent jewel- er ' s store. Each time, as he passed, he would look longingly at the card in the window which said: Remarkable Sale of Diamonds. Buy he ' r one for Christmas. If so desired, you may open a charge account. As Dick Dan- gerfield was passing the window for the sixth time, his eyes caught the words Charge Ac- count. ' ' Oh, I didn ' t see that before. That ' s just what I ' m going to do. With a determined look on his face he walked into the store. May I help you? asked the clerk. Well — er — if ynu don ' t mind, I ' d like to see the diamonds, replied Dick. Here is a beauty, and only $650. Well, Dick replied, I can only pay about half the price. Wait, here is one almost as good as the $650 ring, cried the clerk. All right, I ' ll take it. Wrap it up and charge to my credit, said Dick. Phew! I ' m glad that is over with, Dick smiled as he turned homeward. Dick Dangerfield was the college football hero. He happened to be, at this time very much in love with Barbara Louise, a very pretty co-ed. On the campus Dick met his chum, Ted Waite. What ' s up? said Ted. Let me in on the secret. What ' s in the little box? Come up to my room, and I ' ll tell you all about it. When they were settled comfortably in Dick ' s room, he began: Ted, I want to propose to Babs tomorrow night, but I don ' t know how to begin. Will you show me how? You ' re so much experi- enced. Sure thing, old top, gaily replied Ted. I ' 11 meet you up here after supper and show you how to propose. With this he left the room, grinning mischievously. Ted at once rounded up his so-called Gang. He told them that, if they wanted to see some fun, to plan secretly to get into Dick ' s room, be- hind the curtains. Bashful Dick Promptly after supper, Ted went up to Dick ' s room. He saw to it that Dick would be delayed in order to give the boys a chance to hide. The boys were already there. Now for some fun, laughed Ted, and for Heaven ' s sake, be quiet. Sh, here he comes. Hello, old top, I ' m all set and raring to go. Come over here on the divan. I ' ll be you and you be Babs. All set ? The first thing to do is kneel at her feet, hold her hand, and put your other hand to your heart ; then be- gin: Dearest, sweetest flower of my heart, I love you more than wine. Please won ' t you say you ' ll be m ine? But, interrupted Dick, I can ' t re- member that kind of poetry. Well, say anything that comes into your head. She ' s supposed to know what you ' re trying to say, all the time. ' ' No, Ted, I-l-I ' m afraid I c-can ' t do it. A sneeze was heard from behind the cur- tains. Who ' s there? cried Dick. Oh, it ' s only the boy in the next room. He has a bad cold. Come on. Here is the sec- ond way to propose. Darling, you ' re going to marry me to- night. No, don ' t protest, because it won ' t do any good. Give me your hand. Now, kiss me. Ted started to hug Dick. There was a scramble which ended with both boys on the floor. Behind the curtains the boys were stuffing their mouths with their handkerchiefs. Bob. a huge fellow, forgot himself and leaned up- on a couple of boys in front of him. Then bang] The boys landed on the floor about the same time as Dick and Ted. The boys could not suppress their laughter any longer, and the room was in an uproar. Dick stared wide-eyed and mouth open. When Dick at last recovered from his amazement, he fixed his tie, and combed 1m dishevelled hair. With a goodnight he left the room. He went downstairs to the telephone and called Barbara. Hearing her voice at the oth- er end of the wire, he said, Dearest, be pre- pared to pretend that it ' s leap year when I come over tomorrow night. Ruth Duff ' 31 (ShrtBlimiH Srflrrtnr Ganga The cold, frosty air forbade any fun that evening for the boys and girls of Cripple Creek. Jean echoed the sentiments of the en- tire company by remarking in a decidedly hopeless tone, There ' s nothing interesting here nowadays. This village is the dullest place ! But Bob, the youngest of the party thought of a daring plan. Why not, he suggested, ' ' go over and visit old Ganga ? ' ' Ganga was the nickname that had been given the old Hindu who had come to Cripple- Creek such a long time ago — cold, hungry, and penniless. He had been taken care of by the kind villagers. In return for their kindness, he had proved himself of great value in the matter of weaving mats and rugs. His queer, eccentric designs held a cer- tain fascination for the simple Creek-people, and they paid him well for his wares. Gradually the more ambitious folks had wormed out of him part of his life history. He was a real Hindu, born in that beautiful and primitive city of Calcutta. His parents w ere of high caste, but had met reverses, and died in poverty. Before ill-luck overtook them, their love of progress showed itself in the education of their only son. He had been educated at Oxford, and returned to his home to find his parents dying of a terrible plague that had been sweeping the city. After they had gone, he gave the little money left him to his relatives, who were terribly in need of funds. Then, broken-hearted and desperate, he had left the city. A mule was his only companion through the hills and tangled forests. Everything went smoothly, as he was an experienced tracker, and knew how to avoid the wild animals and snakes which were so common at that time. But, just as he caught sight of the city where he planned to start his life over again, he was attacked by several wandering dacoits, or bandits. They beat him and left him sup- posedly dead, carrying away all his belong- ings. After being unconscious for two days, he recovered. His mind, however, was a com- plete void. He wandered about from place to place for about a year, when he recovered his mind quite by accident. It was then that his natural Oriental superstition gripped his mind, and forced him to the conclusion that he was destined by Allah to be a wanderer all the rest of his Life. He traveled Europe on foot ; sometimes in plenty, and more often in want. So he had come to England, and found a home among the folks of Cripple Creek. On the night of which I have spoken he was unusually despondent, and welcomed the knock which summoned him to the door. Opening it, his surprised eyes rested on six eager little faces upturned to his. Please, sir, we want a story ; that is — I — we — ' ' stam- mered Bob. Come in, children. You will be frozen, bowed the old Hindu. They came gladly. Then, after making their wants known more clearly, and having gained the Indian ' s consent, they sat in a semicircle before the fire. His old face transfigured by the light of memory, the Indian began his story. At one time I was acting as guide for an Englishman, who wished to explore a cer- tain territory for byon, a ruby-bearing soil. He was a very brave and venturesome man who I do believe did not know the word fear. But one strange thing was that he insisted on bringing with him, as a mascot, I think he said, a small white puppy. I did not particu- larly care for dogs, but to please the Sahib, I determined to like this one. On the dog ' s neck was a beautiful collar studded with rubies and pearls. That we did not meet any dacoits, fortun- ately, all of the way up-country gave us great heart, indeed. The Sahib and I prospected for rubies, and met with great success. We packed them in iron-bound chests, and prepared to go back to the town from which we had come, where the Sahib would board a steamer for England. Everything being prepared for our departure, we took a last look at the beautiful hills surrounding us. Then, glancing down, I noticed that the puppy was not in his usual place at his master ' s feet. Some vague in- stinct warned me that something was wrong. I strode over to our neatly piled packs, turned the corner, and then recoiled in horror. Swol- was the little white dog, and just disappear- len so that he could scarcely be recognized, ing into the jungle was one of the worst, and in (ThrtctmaB Urfif rtor most fearsome of snakes in all of India. It was at least 15 feet long, and had the thickness of a man ' s arm. It was a specimen of snake now almost extinct — the Hamadryad. There was no known antidote for its poison. The poor littie dog had sensed that something was threatening, and had gone to investigate. He must have put up a gallant fight against the giant reptile, but was out-classed from the start. For his loyalty to his master, he had received death ! Telling the Sahib was the hardest thing which I had ever undertaken. The Sahib took the news quietly. I left him alone with the remains of his faithful dog un- til he called for me. His face had aged in those ten minutes, and his eyes were glassy. Sahib, I stumbled, I am so sorry for you. It was all my fault — No, he replied, laying his hand on my shoulder, you have just proved to me that there is loyalty in this world that will last even to death! Then he smiled, this brave Sahib, and handed me something. I could not at first make out what it was because of the moisture clouding my eyes. Then, my vision clearing, I recognized— the little jew- eled collar. But, Sahib, I protested, you must keep that to remember your little dog. ' ' Gripping my arms tightly, he said quiet- ly, Do you think that I shall ever forget? I need nothing to remember him. I shall al- ways carry his picture in my heart. He then forced the collar into my hands and strode away. He did not wait for me, but shouldered his pack and plunged into the jungle. Although I hunted for hours, I could find no trace of him. To this day, I do not know whether the Sahib who loved a little white dog ever reached civilization. As the Hindu finished, Jean was sobbing audibly, and the other children were mak- ing suspicious little noises. Getting up from his chair, the old Hindu noiselessly went over to a cabinet, took something out, and returned to his seat. The children gazed at a jewel- studded dog ' s collar, greatly dimmed with age. The fire crackled and the wind moaned outside the eaves; but all was silent in the cottage. Doris Monks ' 33 Introducing Sam Roan ' s Toy Shop was one of the busiest shops in town, so Jerry Anderson thought, as she swiftly made change, wrapped toys in bright paper, and waited on new customers. The rush and bustle at Christmas time always made Jerry happy; and a pleasant smile went with every sale that she made. One afternoon, as Jerry was preparing to close the store for the night, she saw a group of small boys going down the street. On a second glance, she recognized one and called loudly to him: Sam, Sam, come back here and wait for me. It is almost closing time now. Then she turned to wait on a customer. Looking up a few minutes later, she saw Sam sitting on a stool waiting for her. Later, she and Sam made their way through the door to the snow-laden street. I beg your pardon, a kind looking Santa who was in front of the store said, but did I hear you call me a few minutes ago ? ' ' Why-er-no, answered a puzzled Jerry, you must be mistaken. I was calling Sam, my little brother, a few moments ago. Oh, my name is Sam too. Well, I must say that is too bad, I was hoping that some- body would need my company and call to me sometime. It would be a mistake, he said. ' ' Maybe you won ' t be disappointed. ' ' And then she whispered, so that little Sam could not hear, You take off that outfit and I ' ll wait for you here, so that we can introduce ourselves. You must hurry, though. A few minutes later he was with them, but not as Santa this time. After the introductions were over, he walked home with them. In the days that followed Sam was a fre- quent visitor at the Anderson home. One bright day little Sam was sitting near big Sam when suddenly he said : ' ' Say, Sam, what ever became of the Santa that we met in front of the store that night ? ' ' Oh, that Santa ju mped in his sleigh and rode up to the north pole, after he met you and Jerry. He sure was a nice Santa, answered Sam. I bet he was, agreed big Sam with a sly smile. Maryellen Morse ' 33 11 Christmas From the early centuries of Christianity, people have celebrated the anniversary of Christ ' s birth with special church services and festivals. The English, in early times, called these services Christes messe, mean- ing Christ ' s mass. This is the way we ob- tained our word Christmas. At first the date of the celebration varied in different places. The Armenians still hold their celebration on January 6. The reason for establishing the festival on December 25 was that this day marked the beginning of the great solstice festival of the pagan Gauls, Germans, and Britons. As in other instances when Christian festivals replaced pagan, many of the pagan symbols are kept. Good examples of this are the yule log, holly, and mistletoe. Christmas became a popular fete during the middle ages. Even at that time, they decorated their churches with flowers and gave short plays relating to the birth of Jesus. The English were the greatest celebrators of this day. In Shakespeare ' s time the fes- tivities lasted for twelve days. Everyone left his work to give himself up to enjoyment dur- ing this time. During the regime of the Puritans, all merriment on Christmas day was prohibited. After the Restoration some of these customs, much subdued, came into effect again. The Dutch settlers of New York brought across the ocean the joyous custom of ob- serving Christmas with merriment. We owe the origin of our Santa Claus to them also. Today the observance of Christmas is wide- spread. In both England and America the lit- tle children hang up their stockings in a row before the fireplace, and Santa Claus, we are told, with a big pack of toys, comes to fill the little stockings. In some of the Baltic States, Kris Kringle, the Christ Child, brings the presents. In France the children place wooden shoes on the hearth in readiness for the gifts, which Bonhomme Noel (Father Christ- mas) brings. The Norwegian children hunt gaily for their toys, which have been hidden in different places. In Italy the presents are drawn from the Urn of Fate — an old Roman custom. Every land has its own Christmas Carols and way of singing them. In England waits sing under the windows. In the United States some boys and girls often go about singing carols to shut-ins or unfortu- nates. The Christmas tree with its pretty orna- ments and lights, which is closely connected with the celebration, appeared first along the Rhine sometime in the sixteenth century. Our practice of preparing a birds ' Christ- mas tree with choice bits of suet, apple, nuts, and seeds, originated from the Scandinavian custom of placing a sheaf of grain in the dooryard, on a tall pole for the birds on Christmas morning. The elaborate street festivals of Italy and Spain are replaced in the United States by the Community Tree. It is a custom for a large crowd to gather around the tree and sing the familiar carols. Hazel Morrison ' 31 Our First Snowstorm One night as it was getting dark, I went riding down to Nantasket Beach. The clouds were hanging low over sea and land, and the white capped waves were beating high on the shore. Upon the rocks, which are far over on the right side of the beach, the waves were breaking. In the distance Boston Light could be plainly seen flashing every few minutes. The huge schooner Nancy made a dismal and lonely outline against the black sky. All of a sudden, the street lights at Pem- berton were hidden from view, as if they had been put out, and Boston Light and the other lighthouses far out could be just barely seen through the distance. I never saw the ocean look greener than it did at that time. We saw what we thought was a thick fog rolling in from the ocean. It spread over Pemberton and Hull, and was rapidly approaching in our direction. It was upon us in no time, but it was not fog as we soon found out — it was rapidly, and the wind was blowing them in all snow. The large flakes were coming down directions. But, after about fifteen minutes, the snow stopped, as quickly as it had started and the wind calmed down. We could see Boston Light, now flashing as brightly as ever. The low clouds disappeared revealing the moon and a sky full of stars. There was no evidence left of the storm except the little piles of snow that the wind had blown intc sheltered places. Margaret Young ' 31 12 (Chrtatmaa SUfUrtor Destiny Margaret Pendleton ran breathlessly up the gangplank, and paused only a few min- utes at the rail to wave good-bye to her friends before going to her stateroom. She had hardly reached the rail before the whistle blew for the last time, and the boat pushed off for America. For America,. How wonderful that sounded after four years away from home ! Of course she ' d miss the girls at the academy, but then — to be going home! With a happy sigh, she ran joyfully to find her room. Margaret shared her stateroom with an ac- quaintance, Mary Cronnan, a young girl of her own age whom she had met in London, and who also was on her way home after study- ing in that city. The girls became fond of each other, and were usually together. The evening proved to be gay as the girls dressed for dinner, and later went into the social salon to listen to the orchestra. A group of boisterous, laughing, happy young people, rushed to meet them, and carried them off to a far table. After a while, Margaret, unlike Mary, tired of the chattering and joking, wished that times were not quite so modern, and that a handsome, young prince would come to her rescue. A young man at the other end of the room, detaching himself from a group, walked across to her table. He was not a prince, and could scarcely be called hand- some, but he was young and gentlemanly, and a way by which she could leave the crowd ; so when he stood before her and asked : ' ' Would you care to take a turn on deck ? ' ' she answ T ered simply: Let ' s! Unnoticed by the rest of the group, she arose, and they went out into the cold, night air. After the second turn, they met Mary, with an escort, who had come in search of them. John, she cried at sight of them, how did you know her? Why, I told you I ' d know her anywhere. How could I help it after that description you gave me in London ? ' ' He turned to Margaret. You see, Cousin Mary told me all about you after she made your acquaintance. She was so enthusiastic in describing you, T knew I ' d know you in a minute! I didn ' t know that you and Mary were on this boat, but when I saw you through the crowd looking so bored, I just had to come over although we hadn ' t been properly introduced. You understand? Yes was all she said, but she might have added that she had already known him, having been introduced at a tea when she had first come over. Everyone knew that she had changed greatly since then; so it was little wonder that he had forgotten it. The following days were happy ones and full ones. When they weren ' t playing shufiie- board, they were playing ping-pong. In tt e evening they danced or walked, and all the while their friendship increased. Then came the night when John told her he loved her. Somehow she had always known it, but it was rather wonderful to hear it from his own lips. Absorbed as they were in their new-found happiness, they were unconscious of the changing in the weather. A heavy fog had en- veloped the ship. Suddenly, from seemingly nowhere, a huge gray wall loomed up like some destructive giant of old. There was a crash, and the ship ran straight into another ocean steamer. People were thrown to the floor. In the mad rush that followed John and Margaret were sepai ' ated. Women screamed. Men yelled. The captain shouted orders. The life boats were lowered, and there was a mad scramble of a terror-stricken mob for them. ' ' Women and children first ! Here, you lub- ber, get back there! Boat after boat was lowered. The crowd on deck seemed hardly to diminish, and the ship was sinking fast. Men, bellowed the captain over the roar of the sea, you ' ll have to take the life- belts and jump, and pray that you ' ll be picked up. This is the last boat, and there ' s still a dozen women left. God be with you! Margaret ran back and forth through the fighting mass of men. John! John! Oh, God help me to find him, she prayed. At last she saw him, and fighting her way to him, threw her arms about his neck. My dear, my dear, at last! she sobbed and fainted. fflrummrth High rhuol He gathered her in his arms, and rushed to the rail. The last boat had been lowered. Frantically he yelled after it but it was too late. Margaret gained consciousness, and he threw a life-belt over her shoulders, then one over his own, and arms enfolded they jumped into the icy darkness of the hungry sea. All night long they fought death. One by one tiny saw their companions sink below the surface. Still, grimly they fought on. Toward morning they found a piece of driftwood large enough to support their two bodies. Then, from the remains of the ship fell a beam. Margaret saw it coming, and tried vainly to pull John to safety. It was of no use. It struck him between the shoulders, and car- ried him quickly to thej bottom. He had loosened his hold on Margaret, but falling into a dead faint, she collapsed completely, and, as her strained fingers slowly loosened their grip on the plank, she slid slowly, quiet- ly into the water, to join once again her faith- ful lover. Helen Jones ' 32 A Good Time A good time is as pleasant as the person enjoying it wishes it to be. Some people enjoy themselves immensely by plodding through swamps and under- growth with guns over their shoulders, and, upon returning to camp, by eating burnt ba- con and soggy, half-baked potatoes. To others a smashing game of football is the life. To go into a football game and get bruised and kicked, stepped on and cut, and then to return home, battered and tired, but happy, is great fun. Some people I know will get up at two o ' clock in the morning to fish for distance on the radio, and thereby gain great satisfac- tion and pleasure. There are many who spend their spare time in reading all available books. Some are movie fans, and these sit through evenings in a stuffy theatre, while some one at the left giggles at the wrong time, and on the right someone else is chewing ing gum, noisily. This shows that, regardless of any accom- panying difficulties, people will have a good time according to their likes and dislikes. C. Parsons —13 Concerning My Christmas Emotions I wonder how many of you feel the way I do about Christmas. Perhaps I ' m getting too personal ; but, just the same, I ' m going to tell you all about my kind of Christmas spirit. I have always believed that it is more blessed to give than to receive. ' ' Why, I don ' t know of anything in this world that makes me more happy than buying Christmas presents, espe- cially when I know that I have woi ked hard for the money I spend. I shouldn ' t want to buy Christmas presents if I knew I hadn ' t earned the money, for such presents would not be my own gifts. In others words, I should be a pretender and my gifts would be false. What sacrifices would I be making in a case like that? It ' s just the fact that I know I ' m doing without things I need that gives me that certain satisfied smile that never fails to twitch about the c orners of my mouth round Christmas time. Yet there ' s one thing that repays me, always repays me, for my hard work and sacrificing ; that thing is the sight of Mother ' s face on Christmas morn- ing. I ' ve never yet failed to see sweet tears of gratitude in her eyes. It ' s the same with your mother, with everybody ' s mother. Even if it were some silly, little trifling thing from the Five and Ten, I know and you know that she would love it. Expensive presents — what do they mean to loving mothers and true friends? Not a thing. I don ' t ever want to feel that I ' m giving someone a Christmas present because I know she expects it. To be very colloquial, I shouldn ' t get any kick out of that. I ' m certain that I ' m not the only one who feels this way ; that ' s why I ' ve taken the liberty of expressing my Christmas emo- tions so openly to you. Ola Jean Taylor ' 31 A Woman ' s Strength They don ' t give girls credit for endurance, And they say that they lack strong assur- ance — But let me say this : There isn ' t a miss That cares what the weather does to her toes, As long as there isn ' t a shine on her nose. Viola Goldsworthy ' 31 14 (EhrtHtmaH RrfUrtor Now Won ' t You Study? John Doe had just reached the Gates of Heaven, but, having lost his identification card, stood at a loss when Old Saint Peter requested him to present it. John D. — Honest, Saint Peter, I did have an admittance slip. Saint P. — I ' m sorry John, but I ' m not allowed to permit anyone to enter these gates unless he has an identification card. John D.— Oh, mercy, Saint Peter! The wind was so strong as I was coming up that the card blew away. Don ' t tell me — Saint Peter, spare me this much. I got hit by an auto, so that I might come here. Oh, I beg of you ! Don ' t say that I must return. ' ' Saint P. — No, there is one chance. I shall question you, and if you answer pleasingly and truthfully to me, I think I can secure your admittance. John D. — Oh, thank you, sir. Saint P. — ' ' Did you ever make an inexcus- able error in English, such as a comma- splice? John D. (shamefacedly) — Yes, Saint Peter, I fear I did, way back in my school days. ' ' Saint P. — That, of course, will diminish your chance of admittance, but there is still hope, John, though I am deeply grieved at your carelessness. Did you ever hand in a composition with the adverb ' very ' in it? John D. — Truly, Saint, I did once in a careless moment. Saint P. — Bad, bad, careless again, but there is yet another chance. Of course you never failed in English. John D. — You must listen to me, Saint Peter. I got H in Science, and how I did shine in German. Now what of it if I did get an F once or twice in English? Saint P. — O John, you do not realize the importance of this beautiful language, which the angels speak. When a soul comes here who knows English, we realize he must indeed be fit for heaven, having taken an in- terest in this subject. John D. — But remember, I attended a school which accepted nothing but one ' s best, and I did not have time to do my best. ' ' Saint P.— What was this school you at- tended? John D. — Weymouth High School, and I studied English under the renowned Pro- fessor Brown. Saint P.— Oh, Weymouth High School! Then the gates are open to you. Surely if you attended such a school, I need question you no further, for you must know our beau- tiful language thoroughly. Enter ! ' ' Archie MacKean ' 31 The Lone River The Lone River begins away up in the peaks of the Rocky Mountains, where it is fed with melting snows and torrents of rain. It winds its course over glens and around huge boulders that stand in its way now, as they have done for thousands of years. With its ceaseless flowing, it has dug itself a bed which gets deeper and deeper, and winds about, forming queerly-shaped figures as it goes. Some distance from its source it separates from the rest of its tributaries and goes on in silence, which is broken only by the swish and gurgling of the water lapping gently against the obstacles that lie in its path. It has been many years since a craft of any kind has been on this river, and those that were once there belonged to the Indian. But the Indian has long ceased to paddle his canoe here as he holds a dread of the river. So Lone River winds its solitary way down the mountains and on to the great sea be- yond. Archie Craig ' 34 Christmas Voices Over hills and over plains Clash a thousand bells ; Each the same great truth proclaims; Each the story tells — Old, old story, ever new, Wondrous story, ever true. Shepherds watching once by night, Watching long ago, Heard a seraph choir bright Murmur soft and murmur low, Good will and love, love and good will! Then angels spoke, and all was still. Alice Blanchard ' 33 JUrymDtttb; Bujb $rhunl The Blizzard 15 The dawn broke cold and clear on a Jan- uary morning. The sun had not yet risen, and the filmy whiteness of the hoar frost cov- ered everything. The mercury had risen above the zero mark as the sun ' s golden rim showed on the horizon. A death-like stillness per- vaded the bleak hills in the interval between darkness and daylight. As the day advanced, the cold abated somewhat. Soon the sun was hidden behind a cloud-bank that had ap- peared from the north. A slight breeze swayed the topmost branches of the taller trees, and a few snowflakes had drifted down on the air, and had settled softly to earth. Suddenly, a great gust of wind came from the north, increasing in volume under the pres- were twisting and swaying under the pres- sure of the oncoming storm. With the wind, Society Mrs. Mortimer Reginald St. John was at her wits ' end. No one would dream that she was the daughter of a poor Kansas rancher, Hank Peters. Twenty years ago she had mar- ried St. John and came East. Besides, she took care that no one knew her past history, which, for social reasons, she kept a secret. She was at her wits ' end, because some high- class ladies, whose acquaintance she desired also for social reasons, were late for a bridge party. Her ground-floor apartment, in Park Avenue, was ready for the tardy guests. Suddenly the door-bell rang. Rogers, the butler, hastened to the door. Before he reached it, however, it opened, two young men dressed and looking exactly alike. (They were dressed like cowboy characters from a dime-novel ), rushed in, grabbed Rogers ' hand, and shouted, Howdy, brother- in-law! Rogers stiffened, Begging your pardon, sirs. There must be some mistake! Here Mrs. St. John appeared, all smiles, to welcome her guests but when she saw who they were her face changed. For a moment it looked as though she were going to faint. One of the strangers asked, What ' s the trouble, sister, be ' a ' nt you glad to see us? Yes. moaned Mrs. St. John. But why did vou have to come now V came snow and sleet in such quantities that the ground was covered with a white blanket instantaneously. The wind howled, and the trees moaned as the blizzard increased in fury. Now and then a crash could be heard, as a woodland giant fell to the earth. At night the storm was still raging, in sharp contrast to the warmth and comfort of the warm fire- side many people were enjoying. The storm continued for two days and two nights. On the morning of the third day, the world woke to find the clouds breaking and the sun shin- ing. None ventured into the deep drifts and the bitter cold, until the sun had warmed the air a slight degree at noon. Then, and then only, did the boldest, with freezing fingers, attempt to clear away the snow from their dwellings. B. Minns ' 31 Bridge The two strangers were John and James Peters, her two brothers, who were only five years old when she left Kansas. Hurriedly sister explained the bridge party, and begged them to keep out of sight. They agreed to do so and picked the basement to hide in. They were no more than out of sight when the guests arrived. The ladies had played only a short time be- fore muffled talking was heard: John, you know I be a better shot than you, accused a husky voice. James, I reckon you gotta prove it! challenged an equally husky voice. See that light bulb there? Yeah. Boom! The floor splintered underneath a table. Simultaneously a bowl of olives on it flew into fragments hurling olives in all di- rections. In the ensuing confusion Mrs. St. John could be heard groaning like a cow with green apple colic. The muffled voices again : James, you hit her plumb centre! Mrs. St. John recovered her faculties and quieted the ladies down with a made-up ex- cuse. They started playing again, although a bit nervously. I bid two diamonds. Don ' t do that, ye danged fule, replied a muffled voice. IB Mrs. Keith-Cedric started and looked frost- ily about her. Mrs. St. John saved the moment by saying, That ' s only Rogers and the cook quarreling. ' ' Presently loud voices raised in argument were heard, and the brothers walked into the room. Discovering their mistake, they started out. They were too late. Mrs. Booth spied them and exclaimed, Oh, who are those quaint young men? Mrs. St. John stammered and exclaimed, Er- — these are my two brothers who just got back from a masquerade, haven ' t you boys f ' James looked about wildly until he saw a flower pot. His face lighted. Hastening to it, he spit out a huge wad of tobacco, turned around and replied, Oh, yes, ma ' am! We just got back from the mashy parade. Mrs. St. John introduced them at the same time, covertly motioning the boys to excuse themselves. But John slapped Mrs. Codfayce on the back and said, Go right ahead and play ! Don ' t mind us ! Suddenly he leaned forward and shouted TheFl The composure of Mr. William S. Harring- ton, Jr., was suddenly disturbed when an ex- tremely pretty girl bumped into him. As she stooped to pick up the package that she had dropped, she bumped her head against his as he was gallantly bending over to rescue the package. Having at last safely recovered her package, she laughed lightly, and said, Oh thank you. He watched her disappear down the street. As she was crossing the street, she was saved from being run over, by a young man who happened to be near. The little flirt, thought Mr. William S. Harrington, Jr. I wonder what she ' ll do next so some handsome ' guy ' will come to her rescue. Now, Mr. Harrington, Jr., was not con- ceited. Of course he knew he was handsome ; he couldn ' t help knowing it, because the girls flocked around him. He was disgusted with all women. This pretty little flapper was probably trying to get acquainted with him, knowing he was the son of Mr. William S. Harrington, Sr. The next day, William was out driving his into Mrs. Booth ' s ear, Play yer king, play yer king! Mrs. Booth gasped and turned a frigid glance on John, squelching him temporarily. Then Rogers entered. Refreshments are served, madam. James and John invited themselves to des- sert also. They just yelled, ' ' Gangway ! ' ' and made a dash for the dining-room door. Mrs. St. John gave a last hefty groan and expired (not perspired). Meanwhile the few remaining ladies who were not trampled to death in the rush either fainted with great dignity or fled. When the ambulance arrived , they took two young men dressed as cowboys with them, two young men who kept murmur- ing, Shouldn ' t have et dessert fer twenty! Moral: Don ' t go East, young men. Nota bene : We advise young men not to take the moral seriously, since there is prac- tically no danger in going East if one is not a red-headed twin brother and has not got an older sister trying to break into society. Richard Gridley ' 31 _ apper car. Suddenly a yellow roadster whizzed by him. A few miles up the road, the roadster was parked by the side, and a girl was anx- iously looking up and down the street. Mr. Harrington stopped his car. She exclaimed, The tire has gone flat, will you please help me? Why don ' t you call a garage? I haven ' t time to bother. If you ' ll kindly tell me where to find a telephone, I ' ll gladly call a garage, she re- turned very sweetly. Well, — you see — I ' ve an important en- gagement. I ' m William S. Harrington, Jr., you know. Indeed? And who is he? You see I ' m not very well acquainted in this section. Say— ee !— Run along! I shan ' t bother you. Mr. Harrington, Jr., got into his car and drove to the nearest garage, where he stopped and sent aid to the girl. That night he attended a ball. He was introduced to Miss Flora Van Asterbilt, a guest of the hostess. Miss Van Asterbilt ESrymuath Btgtj School was the girl of the roadster, the girl who had bumped into him. ' She was popular with everyone. Queer he had misjudged her yes- terday and this afternoon. She kept away from him, and was particularly attentive to a distinguished looking man. Trying to make me jealous now, prob- ably, he thought to himself. Later in the evening, Mr. Harrington, Jr., sauntered over to Miss Van Asterbilt and her companion. He had a dance with Miss Van Asterbilt. He apologized for not having helped her in the afternoon, giving his rea- sons. She accepted the apology very sweetly. I say, have you a date for tomorrow af- ternoon ? ' ' asked William. Yes, she answered, very demurely. ' ' Well, how about tomorrow evening ? ' ' Not very well. You see, I ' m going to be married tomorrow. Won ' t you come and meet my fiance now? Mr. William S. Harrington, Jr., never stopped to aid a maiden and a roadster again. Marjorie Caswell ' 31 Christmas In Russia Let us consider ourselves fortunate that we are not spending the Christmas holiday in Russia this year. An idea of the deplorable conditions which exist in that country at the present time is given by the recent news- paper reports, which state that the Soviet government has forbidden all forms of Christ- mas celebration there. No toys or gifts are to be displayed in the show windows, and any person found cutting or selling Christmas trees will be prosecuted. Lest their tongues should peal forth the glad tidings of peace on earth, the bells in many churches have been removed and melted down, the metal to be used for industrial purposes. Instead of be- ing treated to the sight of bulging stockings and dazzling Christmas trees, the Russian children are to be taken to anti-religious movies and concerts. All this is a part of the Soviet government ' s campaign against re- ligion ; and, bearing it in mind, we may well be satisfied with the comforts and cheer of the holiday festivities in our own land. Paul Foskett ' 33 A Back Seat Driver Goes On a Flight I tell you you ' re going to fast, Henry. You are ! I know you are ! You ' re going at least 140 and nearer 165! Will you slow down, Henry? Slow down right this min — watch out! You ' re going to hit that air pocket right ahead! You ' re going to hit it! Watch out, Henry! Mercy! We didn ' t miss it by more than half a mile! Why can ' t you be more careful, Henry? What does your alti- meter say now? What? What? I can ' t hear a word you say, Henry ! How do you expect me to hear you when you mumble so? Are you sure the earth inductor compass is work- ing right? Yes, I see it, but it doesn ' t look correct to me. I ' m sure we should have turned to the right around that cloud back there. I know we should ! We should have turned to the right around that greenish cloud. I told you to, and you went driving right ahead without paying the least attention to me ! Will you listen to what I ' m saying, Henry? It seems to me I smell gasoline. I smell gaso- line! It ' s a leak in the — Gracious! What are you trying to do, Henry? You ' ll twist the plane in two, banking so suddenly like that ! Now I ' ve forgotten what I was talking about — oh, I remember ! I was telling you to be careful. Just because you have no regard for your own safety is no excuse for you being so reckless ! You seem to forget that I ' m in this plane too, Henry ! And I have my vaude- ville contract to consider ! Frances Conroy ' 33 Shop Early The newspaper displays it, The shop-keeper prays it, It ' s discussed by all on the street ; The radio shouts it, The advertiser spouts it, It ' s remembered by those whom we meet; The movies all press it, The posters express it, The thought is so terribly whirlly That I eat, and I talk And I sleep, and I walk, To the tune of that dreadful — Shop early! Judith Wood ' 33 13 (CljrtHtmaB 2S?fUrtor The Stereotype Plate ' ' Stereotype ! What is it ? you say. Stere- otype plays the most important part in the publishing of a newspaper. A stereotype is a half-round plate from which the print is taken onto the paper. If it weren ' t for the stereotype it would be almost impossible to have newspapers printed to such an extent as they are to-day. Here are the steps in the making of a stereotype in the order in which they come in the publishing of the Quincy Evening News. First the type is set up by a machine which is called a Linotype. This machine is not adapted to the setting of very large type ; so ail large type is set by hand. Ads are then made up. This is where the larger type is used. After corrections are made, the news material and ads are put into page form. These pages are then put into chases. A chase is a steel frame especially made for this pur- pose. When the page is put into this chase, it is locked up by quoins. Then a man comes along with a steel table on wheels and makes the top level with the top of the table on which the form is. This is done by a system of levers under the top of the rolling table. The form is then pushed onto the rolling table and is taken to a machine which takes an im- pression of the form on a papier-mache. This papier-mache is now called a matrix. This matrix is made up of tissue paper and blotting paper glued together. The form is put on the bed of this machine ; the papier-mache is put over it. When this is in position, the operator pushes a bixtton which starts the movable bed with the form on slowly moving under a roller which presses the paper against the type. This machine, having a hisdi pressure, makes a very clear duplicate of the form even to getting the very fine dots of the halftone on the papier-mache. This matrix is damp when it goes in the im- pression machine and so when it comes out it is put into a dryer which takes out all the dampness making it perfectly dry but still maintaining the impression of the page. Prom here it goes to the machine which makes the stereotype. This machine is called the cast- ing box. The stereotype is semicircular in shape so the mold or casting box must be semicircular. The matrix is put into the mold and then the stereotype metal is run into the mold and stereotype made. These stereotypes are so large and thick that trouble is run into very often. The right temperature must be kept up constantly and must not go over a certain point. The highest temperature for newspaper stereo ' s is 65 de- grees F. If this temperature is not held it will cause sinks, hot struks and porous plates. This metal is made up of lead, tin and antimony. Unlike other type metals, it is very low in tin and antimony and is very soft. Some of their stereo ' s weigh sixty-five pounds. The advantages of stereotyping are that it makes speedy presswork, saves wear on type and original cuts, and furnishes a means of making several stereotypes of each page so that several persons can produce the same page at the same time. The speed with which a page can be plated makes stereotyping of great importance in newspaper publishing. V. Wormald ' 31 John ' s Mistake John, a country lad from Maine, came up to Boston for a short visit. He had never been in a hotel, but he had heard people talk about hotels, and he thought it was going to be great fun. He engaged a room and bath it Hotel Evans, which was in the centre of Bos- ton. Being tired, he decided to go to bed earlv. At eight-thirty John was in bed, but in vain did he try to go to sleep. It was useless. He had endeavored to open the windows before going to bed, but found them all locked. He had never slept in such a stuffy room in his life. He tossed and turned. At last, in des- peration, he got out of bed wrapped a blanket carefully around his hand, and smashed a window. Then he breathed deeply, got back into bed, and fell into a deep and refresh- ing sleep. The next morning, when he went down to breakfast, the manager came up to him and asked him if he would please pay three dol- lars as soon as possible for smashing the front of the wardrobe. Lillian Clapp ' 31 $0?gnuitrtb High £rtfaal — 1 g How Girls Study A compound sentence is a sentence that contains two — What did you say, Dot? What ' s the name of the song on the radio, now? Oh, that ' s ' My Baby Just Cares For Me. ' I ' m crazy about it, too. My baby don ' t care for clothes — dear, I can never learn this English! A phrase is a group of words that does not contain a subject or a predicate. A phrase is a group — well, what ' s the matter with me, anyhow 1 I don ' t care what it is. I suppose the English language couldn ' t get along if I didn ' t learn that. English is a terrible study anyhow. Not much sense in learning rules. No one asks you about them when you get out of school. Now French is much nicer. I can introduce French phrases very often, and one must know that I have studied the language. What ' s the lesson on for tomorrow ? Oh, yes, conjugation of parler. Let ' s see. How does it begin? Je parle, tu paries, il par — il pa-it- well, il then ! Conjugations don ' t amount to anything. I know some phrases that are appropriate here and there, and in almost every locality ; and how ' s anybody going to know that I haven ' t my conjugations all by heart? Have I done my geometry? No, I ' m just going to study it. Twenty-ninth, isn ' t it ? Let the triangle ABC, triangle ABC — say, Dot, did you see Anna Snow with that marvelous looking fellow at the game Sat- urday? Honestly, that woman has more men. I don ' t think she ' s so much to look at either, do you? I ' d love to know how she does it. Oh, theorem! Let the triangle ABC be right-angled at B. On one side BC erect the square AO. On the side — oh, did I tell you that Bob has asked me to go to the Senior Prom ? Isn ' t that just too wonderful for words ? I was hop- ing that he ' d ask me instead of that girl he usually takes. She acts so important, but she really is quite attractive, don ' t you think? Where was I ? Oh, yes ! Side AC the square AE. Draw the line — come on, let ' s go at our astronomy. It ' s on ; ' Are the planets inhab- ited? ' Now, Dot, I think they are, and I ' ve thought about it a great deal. I got a darling pair of pumps yesterday. I wanted spikes to go with my chiffon, but Dad raved, and I had to give in. Yes, I think they are inhabited. I ' d like to visit them. But catch me living in Venice! Eight seasons! Think how often we ' d have to have new outfits to keep up with the styles. What! You ' re not going? Am I sorry? I hate to see you leave, but I suppose you ' re tired. Gee, I ' m almost dead from studying a whole evening like this. I wish that teachers were more civil. Florence Smith ' 33 Mummies and Windows Shades One Saturday, after wandering through many interesting rooms in the Boston Art Museum, I walked, unintentionally, I assure you, into the room where all the mummies are kept : All about the room were those oddly shaped and carved wooden boxes which encased the mummies. In the centre of this room was a glass case which housed the dried up, mummi- fied corpse of some ancient Egyptian. My, sympathized a very stout woman standing on the opposite side of the case, the poor-r-r mon is nothin ' but skin and boon. Yes, I answered, feeling very agreeable, he must have starved to death. Deary me, and I wish it were jist a bit lighter in here, shivered my stout friend. So, I began, when — Crash! ! Boom! ! Bang! ! Heaven praserve mae screamed the frightened stout person moving faster than I had imagined possible, the mummies be a fallin ' on me head! As for me — well, to tell the truth I had just decided to faint, but noticing that I should perhaps fall through the glass case, I quickly decided otherwise. For one thing, that ancient Egyptian looked too hungry for comfort. When my legs finally behaved properly I wabbled to the door, and who should I almost bump into, but the guard of the mummy room. He-he-he-ha-ho-ho-ho-ho ! he roared. Imagine a big woman like that getting scared almost to death just because the spring in a window shade coils the curtain up with a little snap. ' ' Little snap ! I mumbled indignantly to myself. If my ears didn ' t deceive me, it sounded more like a big snap with a couple of crashes and booms added. Adelaide Duncan ' 33 20 •ffilfriBttnaa SrfUrtor The Salesgirl ' s Night Before Christmas ' Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the shop The salesgirls were frantic ' Mid chatter and talk. A thousand were grabbing The fifty cent ties, And mauling and pulling In search of their size. There was pushing and shoving And quite an uproar, In search of ' most anything Left in the store. The salesgirl smiled sweetly, As all salesgirls might, When Johnnie returned with Some goods that weren ' t right. Pa ' s socks were too bright And Ma ' s hat was too gay. The slippers were misfits ; So they couldn ' t stay. There was wrapping of bundles And flying of string. ' Twas the last minute rush, For the bell was to ring. The mob now departed, To the salesgirl ' s delight. Merry Christmas to all, And to all a good night. Nellie Beaton ' 32 White Magic Snow, sifting silently to the ground, White flakes fall, whirling and twirling around. Freqently footsteps are heard — homeward bound. Yesterday, fields and meadows looked bleak; Today, the hill has a snow-covered peak. Then suddenly, as under a magical spell, Will the blanket of snow disappear in the dell, To come again in another year. Norma Gillis ' 33 Some Movies at W. H. S. ' Dynamite, W. H. S. football team. ' Old English, rejected by Mr. Brown. ' Follow Thru, ' ' the line in the lunchroom. ' The Spoilers, ' ' teachers in a study hall. ' Lucky Star, teacher ' s pet. ' The Awful Truth, confessing to the teach- ers after school. ' Why Bring That Up, Examinations. ' The Bachelor Girl, Agnes Gowans. ' Embarrassing Moments, when caught chewing gum in a study hall. ' Our Modern Maidens, Freshman girls. ' South Sea Rose, Dent Caton. ' The Red Sword, Mr. Brown ' s ten nights after school. ' Strange Cargo, People in W. H. S. buses. ' Thunder, ' ' Single file up the stairs, girls. ' The Time, The Place And The Girls, 2.15 outside W. H. And I wonder who. ' Good News, Assembly during periods. ' Sin Takes A Holiday, We skip school. ' Broken Dishes, A clumsy girl in the lunch- room. The Singing Fool (s), Glee Club. Bright Lights. W. H. S. electrical system. ' ' Happy Days, ' ' Vacation. R. Calen ' 32 The Sea of Destiny I ' ve traveled much by rail and boat, And seen whate ' er there was to see. I ' m like a piece of wood afloat On the Sea of Destiny. Oft caught in the whirlpool of life, I do what ' s meted out to me. And then I break apart from strife, To wander on across the Sea. I seldom stop in one place long. Why should I while am so free? I mingle with the happy throng, And do whatever pleases me. But yet I ' m just a vagabond. With no one who is dear to me. And though of such a life I ' m fond, It ' s still the Sea of Destiny. Mathilda Pflaumer ' 32 21 My House Jack raked the garden, Raked up all the leaves. He let me make a house ' Zactly as 1 pleased. One room was yellow ; And one, mostly red. Of the same color, I made a soft bed. Just as I called Mother To come quick and see, A naughty breeze blew My house away from me. Pauline Colarusso Her World ' s Work The lonesome American Girl felt that she had a very poor Outlook on Life because she met only Country Gentlemen. After joining The Forum, however, she was invited to many Better Homes and Gar- dens where she saw examples of Good Housekeeping. These experiences gave her a better perspective on the choosing of a Woman ' s Home Companion. At last she married the New Yorker, a Popular Mechanic, who had confessed his True Love for her. They chose Asia as the place for their Home Beautiful and left for their new Life on The Saturday Eve- ning Post. Marguerite Goodrich ' 32 Life A little dog crouched all alone, Through the night so cold and bleak, Looking bravely through the gloom For the master he would seek. A man passed by the lonely spot. Scarcely a glance he gave To the shivering little creature, Who stood whimpering on the pave. He was still there in the morning, Looking so small and wise, Mourning for a wanted master Who did not hear his cries. Then to him came a figure Of a little boy in brown, Who jumped around with joyous heart At sight of what he found. The tiny puppy wagged his tail. No more would he be sad, For he had found a master — A little blue-eyed lad. Roberta Fletcher ' 31 My Dream of Christmas Joy It ' s nearly time for Santa Claus And holly berries gay. The reindeer with their jingly bells Are hastening on their way. Christmas wreaths on every door. O bright December cheer ! Flowers ' gainst the window panes, Were ever skies so clear? But hear the rumblings of a storm ! Report cards in the air. Whence come those moaning winter winds, The signals of despair? And then I see two wondrous A ' s, Two B ' s, one C, no D! Ring out, ring out, Christmas bells . All ' s well with you and me. R. Leonard ' 34 School Spirit School Spirit ! Where is the school spirit of Weymouth High School? Many outside the school ask the same question. Many doubt if there is any in Weymouth High. Take for example the football games. How many at- tended them? Only a few. Is that school spirit? No! The lack of enthusiasm show? when out of all the students attending Wey- mouth High it is impossible to fill a bus to attend an out of town game. The lack of school spirit shows again at the track meets. How can the teams win without the support from the students? We all know that no mat- ter what the game is, if we have no one to watch and cheer us, we lose interest and do not play our best. I hope we are going to show the proper school spirit of Weymouth High when the basketball games begin. There isn ' t any good reason for not filling the gymnasium at these games. Give your support to all school activities while you are at school, and this spirit will remain with you even after you have grad- uated and have gone out into the world. Harriet Berry ' 33 Vote Yes! The great asset to any school is the spirit evidenced by its members. The success of athletics, scholarship, the school paper, and school events depends upon the amount of interest taken by the members of the student body. The athletic teams can win more games if they know that they have the moral sup- port of their fellow students, and your pres- ence is greatly needed at all school games. The school paper can be a greater success if every student does his share in helping out. We have every reason to be proud of our school. Let us show our school spirit by at- tending the games, contributing to the sup- port of the school paper, both financially and literary, and by an earnest effort to do our very best in every way. D. Flynn ' 32 School Spirit Fellow-students, if teachers ever become broadminded enough to allow a teacher-stu- dent meeting, keep your shirts on and vote for the repeal of the Baby Lunchroom Act. Vote for pupil control of all the grub, forks, knives, tables, and chairs. Let the Practical Arts girls collect the dishes, instead of the customers; they ' ve got to do something to earn their eats, which they get for nothing, at present. Since the teachers have had tables and chairs for the last half -century, and the pupils only standing room (boys in particu- lar), let ' s take the tables and chairs for the next half. Also, mates, vote for repeal of the four or five hours ' homework assignments, passed by the House of Teachers under the Kill-joy Amendment, when our forefathers were pupils. S. Scott ' 32 DON ' T FORGET This page is reserved for your opinions. = SEND THEM IN! «= Weymouth, Mass. December 13, 1930 Dear Dot, I was certainly glad to get your letter. As for football, don ' t kid us. Weymouth may not win the championship, but we ' re all root- ing for her, and we ' re ready to yell for our team anytime. Talking of football reminds me that Mr. Kennedy has formed a Varsity Club, the purpose of which is to draw the various branches of athletics closer. The club gave a dance December 12 after school. It has put out pins in the shape of a football with Wey- mouth ' ' printed on it and a gold and maroon tassel hanging from it. They were very pop- ular and every one you saw was wearing one —if he weren ' t, a boy would pop up from somewhere, .pin one on him, and shout. Fifteen cents! The girls ought to have a similar club for their athletics. They are playing their tourna- ment games in volley ball now. There is much more spirit this year than there was last. The color system is being worked out successfully. The Operetta rehearsals have been started under the direction of Mr. Monroe and Mrs. McGrath. Vivian Laurence has the leading part. It is to be Russian this year and ought to be good. The Thanksgiving holidays started the twenty-sixth and continued till December first. In an assembly, we were told of the death of Mr. Bates, one of the janitors. We had exams this week and were sus- tained by the thought of vacation. Just think a week, seven days, of lying abed until eight or nine o ' clock! Here ' s hoping Santa will be good to you and fill your stocking with what you want. Love, Mary Le Cercle Francais Le Cercle Francais held its first meeting of the year in Room 215, after school, on Tuesday, November 25. This meeting was held principally for the election of officers. The following were chosen : President : Leonard Bryant. Vice-president : Josephine Caruso. Secretary : Marie Conroy. Treasurer : Emma De Pari. Dorothy Bearce was elected chairman of the entertainment committee for the first two meetings, after which another chairman will be chosen for the next two, and so on. The meetings are to be held on the first and third Tuesdays of the month. This club, which is under the supervision of Miss Berry, was formed to help students speak French more fluently. All conversa- tion must be in French. Nevertheless, there is a great deal of fun. The club is made up of juniors and seniors who have obtained an average of 90 in French the previous year. This year, the following are members : Filomena Amoroso, Dorothy Bearce, Leon- ard Bryant, Josephine Caruso, Marie Conroy, 34 (ThriHtmaB Efflxrlnr Emma De Pari, Rose Di Lorenzo, Roger Em- erson, Elizabeth Freeth, Marie Galligan, Mar- guerite Goodrich, Ellen Holma, Margaret Kelly, Antoinette Lilla, Louise Merrill, Ger- trude Tirrell, Carl Parsons, Dorothy Pearson. Marie Convoy ' 31 Secretary High School is Visited Members of the Old Colony Club visited The High School Thursday, November 20. In the morning, students who were members of the Junior Old Colony Club ushered the visitors to the different rooms and parts of the High School, as well as to the Trade School. At 12.45 the guests assembled at the assembly hall, where an entertainment, when was directed by Mrs. McGrath, was given in their honor. The freshmen also were present since it was their music period. The entertain- ment was as follows : — March, 7th Regiment W. H. S. Band Tap Dance George Colarusso Piano Solo : Pale Moon Kiss Waltz William Donovan Readings : Sister Simmons Little Old House by the Shore Anna Bourque Chorus W. H. S. Glee Club Reading: Creation Isabelle Dacey Violin Solo: Cadiz Polish Dance .. Eleanor Hill Accompanied by William Donovan Here the program was broken, for the freshmen had to pass to their next classes ; and the sophomores came to the hall for their music period. The passing in and out of the hall was done in an orderly manner. After the sophomores were seated, the program was continued. Medley of Civil War Melodies W. H. S. Band Readings : The Blade of Grass The Little House Dorothy Pearson Duet with Ukelele accompaniment Marjorie Burne Beth Alger March W. H. 8. Band All present enjoyed the entertainment- Ill or Convalescing? Mr. and Mrs. W. H. S. sat in the living- room. Mrs. W. H. S. was sobbing hysterically ; Mr. W. H. S. looked glum. Reflector, their only daughter, was sick. Doctor Student was examining her now. Dear, oh, dear, sobbed Mrs. W. H. S., what are we going to do? She ' s so thin. Now, now, don ' t worry, soothed Mr. W. H. S. Just then Dr. Student came from his ex- amination. Now, now, Mrs. W. H. S., don ' t worry. Reflector will be well soon. She hasn ' t had enough to eat; that ' s all! We gave her all we had, stated Mr. W. H. S. gloomily. She never wanted to diet. I ' ll see what I can do, promised Dr. Student. Don ' t forget to hang up your stock- ing Christmas Eve. I won ' t, replied Reflector. Poor Reflector ! Will her stocking be full on Christmas ? Come on Dr. Student ; don ' t let her starve. Fill her stocking! Don ' t be dis- couraged because your food didn ' t help her once. Start writing now for the February issue. And don ' t forget that the Student Opin- ion page is still waiting for your ideas. Editor The Varsity Club Mr. Kennedy, the new coach of athletics at Weymouth High, has organized a club to keep up the friendship and the spirit of the fellows who take part in athletics. The name of the club is the Varsity Club, because it consists of undergraduates who have earned their W ' s in major sports. Similar clubs have been formed in many of the schools and col- leges for the same purpose. The officers of our club are : John Moulton, president ; Fran- cis Ralph, treasurer ; Norman Foskett, secre- tary. The club holds its meetings every Mon- day in Room 114 at the close of school. The money which this club raises is to go towards a fund to help any fellow who gets injured while playing any sport at Weymouth High. Anybody who has won his W and has not been attending the meetings is welcome. So be sure and join up. Edward Perry ' 32 BJrymnnil? High rboaI 25 Alumni News CLASS OF 1927 Margaret Collins, Married Mary Loud, Manager of Glass House Goods Mary Tobin, Teacher, Bicknell School CLASS OF 1928 Eleanor Burke, Stetson Shoe Company Marie Ghiorse, Teacher, Hunt School Anna Leahy, New York Margaret Mitchell, Teacher, James Humphrey School Marjorie Monroe, Married Phyllis Price, Married Edna Richards, Boston Practical Arts Beulah Sherman, Married Sadie Sturtevant, Married Frederick Taylor, Married John Thomas, De Mers ' s Drug Store CLASS OF 1929 Dorothy Alden, Posse Nissen Patricia Collins, Bethlehem Steel Corp. Florence De Mers, Stetson Shoe Company Marion Martin, Stetson Shoe Company Dorothy Page, Cashier, Brown ' s Market CLASS OF 1930 Thomas Barker, Bethlehem Steel Corp. Robert Burnett, Thorp ' s Garage Isabel Hawley, Stetson Shoe Company Winifred Hunt, Marsh ' s Candy Shoppe Carrie Randall, First National Bank Melvin Sherman, First National Store Helyn Spillane, Mary Ellen ' s Elsie Stub, St. Margaret ' s Hospital Thomas Whitaker, R. H. White Co. M. De Boer ' 30 Exchanges Plymouth — The Pilgrim. Whitman— The Red and Black. Norwell — The Shipbuilder. Stoughton — The Semaphore. Seward, Alaska — Seward ' s Folly. Eng. High, Boston — The Record. Mount Kisco High School West Newbury — The Breezes. Middleboro — The Sachem. Senn H. S., Chicago — Forum. Cordova, Alaska — Northern Light. West Bridgewater — The Climber. East Bridgewater — Student ' s Pen. Randolph — Stetson Oracle. Muscatine, Iowa — The Auroan. Edith Baker ' 32 v n. T v:. v. T a Sandman Sandman at the door is knocking. Does he bring a dream to me? Is it folded in a rose leaf, Or a shell from stormy sea? Sandman ! Sandman ! you come creeping. Sandman ! Sandman ! I am sleeping. R. Leonard ' 34 Crazy (?) The snow was falling with small stinging flakes. It sifted in around the cracks, and piled up in drifts on the steps and walks. But Mr. Craymar Vangulf apparently was not at all concerned. As the wind whistled about the corners of the house and bent the tops of the trees to and fro, he actually laughed. Icicles dripped from the blinds, and the windows were frozen tight. Yet he chuckled merrily. Surely something was wrong. It was the height of craziness for a man to stand in a cold house — the furnace fire had gone out and there was no more coal — and laugh at the cold or snow. But then Mr. Cragmar Vangulf could afford to laugh , because he was going to Florida. Lloyd Eldridqe ' 32 Weymouth vs. Bridgewater The Weymouth gridsters took the Bridge- water boys into camp at their last home game. Although Bridgewater scored on a long end run, our team showed great power and ability at times and completely outclassed their opponents. Monahan crossed the ene- my ' s goal line once, kicked the goal, and later in the game, kicked a field goal. Nor- man Foskett played a fine game at tackle. The score was Weymouth 10, Bridgewater 6. Weymouth vs. Hingham On Thanksgiving morning, Hingham won the South Shore Championship by defeating Weymouth to the tune of 27-0. Our oppo- nent ' s end runs and passes led to Weymouth ' s downfall. The center of our line was solid, and few gains were made in this section of the team. Our boys put up a game fight but must look forward to next year for victory. Weymouth vs. Celtics On the Sunday following Thanksgiving, our football team met the Celtics in a charity game. The thrilling result took some of the sting out of the Hingham defeat. Our boys crossed their opponent ' s goal line three times and succeeded in getting the extra point twice. The Celtics had been undefeated and crowned amateur champions of the South Shore, Their previous record had little effect on the Wey- mouth High team. Our football warriors were in command of the situation at all times and gave the Celtics few chances to score. The Football Squad We have had a small but competent squad this year under the direction of Coach Fred Kennedy. Our ends have been P. Foskett, Caton, Kemp, Jardine and LaRocco. We have had N. Foskett, Ralph, Cronin, Linscott and Minns for tackles. The guards were Perry, Bennett, LeMay, Mahoney, Thorp and Sprit- za, We have used as centers, Captain John Moulton, Cavallo and Zeoli. Our backfield men have been Monahan, Infusino, Taylor, Neptune, Thomas, Warner, Tolmie and Petzi. F. N. Andrews assisted by G. Bell have been the managers. We have had as water boys and general aides, Nolan and Conroy. A Review Weymouth 12 Weymouth 13 Weymouth Weymouth 6 Weymouth Weymouth 6 AVfcymouth Weymouth 6 Weymouth 10 Weymouth Wevmouth 20 of the Football Games Belmont 6 Whitman Plymouth 6 Norwood Revere 19 Abington 13 Peabody 7 Dedham Bridgewater 6 Hingham 27 Celtics The team played eleven games, winning six and losing five. Our boys scored a total of 73 points. Our opponents scored 82 points. Weymouth engaged some powerful teams this year and we have a record to be proud of. Next year Mr. Kennedy will have a fair sup- ply of veteran players and AVeymouth should reach new heights. M. Reidy : ' ' Can I get through this gate to the circus grounds? Polite boy: Yes, Mam, I think so. A load of hay just went through. Mr. Stewart: Now, Reidy, which would you rather have — one apple or two halves? Iggy Reidy: Two halves. Mr. Stewart : ' ' Why should you prefer two halves? Iggy Reidy: Because then I could see if it was bad inside. A. Rodger: Wire you insulate ? Watts the matter. B. Rodger (the other twin) : Fuse where I was you ' d be late. A. Rodger : This is positively shocking. If it happens again I ' ll get a switch and socket to you. I conduit, too. Miss Sanborn : How do you spell needle. Tom Stetson : N-E-I-D-L-E. Miss Sanborn: Wrong. There ' s no i in needle. Tom Seteson : It isn ' t a good needle then. Miss Vining : ' ' Hunt, what are you going to be when you graduate? W. Hunt: An old man. Mrs. White: What is the plural of James? Miss Clapp: Jimmies. Teacher: Tommy, if you had six apples and I asked you for three, how many would you have left? Tommy: Six! Mr. L. : Who was that who laughed aloud ? ' ' Mabel: I did, but I didn ' t mean to do it. Mr. L. : You didn ' t mean to do it? Mabel: No, sir. I laughed up my sleeve, and I didn ' t know there was a hole in the elbow. — Ex. Joe : ' ' My heart is in my work. ' ' Boe: That ' s good. Now how about getting your hands into it. — Ex. Please may I have a pencil? Hard or soft? Soft; it ' s for a love letter. Teacher: 7 have went. Why is that wrong ? ' ' Dan (absently) : Because you ain ' t yet. —Ex. Tid: Thought you had a date with Alice to-night? Bits : I did but when I saw her leave her house with someone else, I got sore and called it off. — Ex. Question : What star has a tail ? Answer : Rin-Tin-Tin. 2fl BJnjmotrtb Utglj fcrtjool The old farmer was close and miserly. When the hired boy asked for a lantern, that he might call on his best girl, the old fellow grumbled : ' ' In my day, when I was courtin ' , I went in the dark! Humph! murmured the boy gloomily, and just see what you got. Lean on the car and I ' ll take your pic- ture. , I can ' t lean on the car; it ' s all damp. Why is it so damp? I don ' t know, unless it ' s just that there ' s so much due on it. Bob : ' ' You had better keep your eyes open tomorrow. Bill: Why? Bob : ' ' You can ' t see if you don ' t. ' ' Jim: See that man? He landed in this country with two bare feet. Now he has mil- lions. Jack: He must be a centipede. Teacher: Is there anything you can do better than anyone else? Boy: Yes, sir. Teacher: And what ' s that? Boy : ' ' Read my own writing. ' ' Father : ' ' Suppose I should be taken away suddenly, what would become of you, my boy? Son : I ' d stay here. The question is : ' What would become of you ' ? Battalion, attention! roared the ser- geant. Tony threw down his rifle in a rage and repaired to the captain of his company. After saluting, he cried, For why does that sergeant always maka da pick on me? I do justa like de odder fellow and he say, ' Ital- lian, attention ' ! Policeman to truck driver: What is your name ? ' ' Truck driver (sullenly) : It ' s on the side of me truck. Policeman: The name is obliterated. Truck driver (excitedly) : The name is not Obliterated. Tis O ' Brien. R. Stewart: What comes after cheese? Red Gould: Don ' t know. What does? Stewart : ' ' Why, mouse of course. ' ' Little Sally (excitedly, on seeing Wey- mouth Track team for the first time) : Oh, Mummy, look at all the boys running with their bathing suits and rubbers on! Now that the very tiresome football season is over, let ' s settle down for some interesting and exciting school work! Did I hear you say something? Teacher: Miss Blank, what book has in- fluenced your life the most? Miss Blank : ' ' What book has influenced my life the most ? My father ' s bank book. ' ' Landlady: Eight o ' clock, eight o ' clock! ' Auctioneer (sleepily) : Who ' ll make it nine? — Ex. Doctor: As I said, you ' ve just regained consciousness after the crash. I ' m Doctor Peter, and — Victim : ' ' Oh ! For a second you gave me a shock. I thought you said you were St. Peter. — Ex. Teacher • It is the law of gravity that keeps us on the earth. Pupil: Then how did we stick on before the law was passed? — Ex. The Perfect Teacher Man Mr. Page ' s Hair Mr. Lyons ' s Eyes Mr. Whittemore ' s Smile Mr. Kennedy ' s Stature Mr. Stewart ' s Intellect Mr. Whittle ' s Disposition Mr. Hilton ' s Dignity Mr. Brown ' s Sense of humor Mr. Parker ' s Voice Mr. O ' Donnell ' s Sportsmanship Woman Miss Langford ' s Hair Miss Sanborn ' s Eyes Miss Stockwell ' s Smile Mrs. McGrath ' s Stature Miss Humphrey ' s Intellect Miss Sheehan ' s Disposition Miss Wagg ' s Dignity Mrs. White ' s Sense of humor Mrs. Barnard ' s Voice Miss Swift ' s Clothes Miss Hackett ' s Sportsmanship Sid Rose in Blumen Toodledums 3D- (CljriBtmaB fieflrrtar Dear Flannelmouth, I heard you took a trip to Florida. Hov« was the scenery? Ola Jean Taylor Well, the tooth-paste ads were rather bet- ter done than the tobacco ones, but there was more furniture than anything else. Dear Flannelmouth, What leather makes the best shoes? Frank Thomas I don ' t know, but banana skins make the best slippers. Dear Flannelmouth, When did Caesar defeat the greatest num- ber? Red Gould I think on examination day. Dear Flannelmouth, What is your impression of harmony? Leonard Bryant A freckled-face in a polka-dot dress, lead- ing a coach dog. Dear Flannelmouth, If a deadly gas escaped from a cylinder what steps should one take ? Albert La Rocco Long ones — Don ' t be dumb. Dear Flannelmouth, What is biology ? Marjo ' rie Didion The science of shopping. Dear Flannelmouth, Why are fish brain food ? Marietta Tollman Well, it takes some knowledge to open a can of sardines. Dear Flannelmouth, Will your folks be surprised when you graduate? Porter Churchill Oh, no, they ' ve been expecting it for sev- eral years. Dear Flannelmouth, Is it unlucky to get married on Friday? John Gaab Of course, why should Friday be an excep- tion? Dear Flannelmouth, Where did you go on your sixth birthday ? John Hassett Into my seventh year. Dear Flannelmouth, Why do some doctors ask their patients what they eat ? Does it help in the diagnosis ? Jeannie Adley No, but it tells them the patients ' circum- stances ; then they know how much to charge. Dear Flannelmouth, What is a collective noun ? Doris Goodwill A vacuum cleaner. Dear Flannelmouth, Why do some people use gum? Eleanor Hill Nimble in traffic and easy to park. Dear Flannelmouth, I ' m sitting on top of the world, my girl told me I reminded her of the wild sea waves. That ' s because I ' m so restless and uncon- quered, isn ' t it? John Shields Well, it may be, but it may be that you make her sick. Dear Flannelmouth, Do you think the dead can communicate with us? Helen Harkinson I know they can ' t. Once I managed to bor- row a dollar from a Scotchman. A week later he died, and I have not heard a word since. Dear Flannelmouth, In time of trial, what brings us the great- est comfort? Roger Emerson An acquital, I imagine. Blrgmotrth High fcrhoal 31 Dear Flannelmouth, Paris says that shiny cloth will be fash- ionable this fall. What do you think about it ? Dorothy Pearson A survey of most men ' s trousers proves that it has been the glass of fashion for a long time. Basketball The football season is over, and Mr. Kennedy has turned his attention to the basketball squad. A good number of last year ' s squad is reporting, and there is no good reason for an unsuccessful season. The boys will have plenty of time to round into shape, as the first game does not take place until January 2. F. Andrews, ' 31. Compliments of CO-OPERATIVE BANK South Weymouth TEL. WEYMOUTH 1540 ALBERT F. SMALL, JR. GARAGE Automobile Repairing and Overhauling 352 Bridge Street, North Weymouth (Saou (Hanug iJHaue Sight in i ight 15Z Irtuge fct. No. Unjttumth ©pptaite (Eatn ' a (EljriBtmaa Bpttlnl Elbridge Nash Drug Co. William B. Nash, Jr., Registered Manager Columbian Sq. So. 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Wey. 1880 2000 Trees to Select from 2000 Compliments of MILO LIBERTINE BOBBING PARLOR Ladies ' and Children ' s Hair-bobbing a Specialty 21 Commercial St. E. Braintere - Burdett College FOR YOUNG MEN Burdett College offers Business Ad- ministration and Accounting Courses as preparation for sales, credit, financial and accounting positions. FOR YOUNG WOMEN: Executive Secretarial, Steno- graphic-Secretarial, and Fin- ishing Courses as preparation for promising secretarial posi- tions. FOR BOTH young men and young women : Office Manage- ment and Bookkeeping Courses as preparation for varying types of office posi- tions. Previous Commercial Training not Required for Entrance [A PROFESSIONAL 1 BUSINESS SCHOOL I OF COLLEGE GRADE J Repeats Its Recommenda- tion that young people con- templating a business ca- reer finish first their high school course, later enter- ing college or business school as their fitness or need may require. New Burdett College Building Distinctive features of Bur- dett College are: personal attention — able faculty — ex- ceptional preparation — indi- vidual advancement — desir- able student associates — placement service. Students attending come from univer- sities, colleges, high schools, and academies. Placement calls for graduates numbered 3149 the past year. BURDETT COLLEGE is interested in high school graduates farsighted enough to see that a high school i du- ration supplemented by addi- tional, more highly special- ized, training is the best prep- aration for a useful business career. For illustrated catalogue— Bent without obligation— address V. H. BURDETT, President 156 STUART STREET, BOSTON, MASS. HANCOCK 6300 Printing Department, Weymouth Vocational School Donald C Cor: nacfc 1t Ooltags Ln. Weynrioi ! 1 h, MA C2 ' C3 335-7542 GRADUATION NUMBER Published by the Students of th.. Weymouth High School Weymouth, Massachusetts EJilor — Myrtle Pray Business Manager — John Anderson Faculty Adviser — PrCSCOtt B. Broun Printed by the boys of the Printing Department, Weymouth Vocational School Instructor — Harry F. Duncan Engravings by Brockton Photo-engraving Co., Brockton, Mass. Photographs by Purdy Studio, Boston I. Introductory Section Pages 1 to 9 Weymouth High School 4 Faculty Group Dedication 5 Weymouth High School Faculty Vocational School Faculty 9 II. Senior Sectio N Pages 9 to 57 Class Marshal 9 Va ' edi torv Address 17 Class Officers . . 10 Class Prophecy 20 Class Ode, Honor Roll 11 Senior Pictures, Who ' s Who 29 History of High School and Trade School 12 Autographs 50 Salutatory Address 13 Reflector Staff S2 Class History 15 Operetta Principals and Cast of Senior Play 54 III. Athletics Section Pages 58 to 63 Foothall and Bas?ba!l Teams ... .58 Basketball Teams . . . Re iew of Year ' s Athletics 59 Track Team Girl ' s Basketball Team 62 60 62 IV. Scjiool N W3 Section Pages 64 to 66 Review of the Year 64 Alumni News .... The German Club 65 W. H. S. Band 65 66 V. Literary Se A Scare 67 Learning to Drive 67 Determination 6S You ' ll Thank Me When You ' re Older 69 Wampita 70 There ' s at Least One in Every Theatre 73 Mockery 74 Commencement 74 Bon Voyage 75 Human Parasites 76 )N Pages 67 to 79 Self-Control vs. Murder . 7 ) French Club Vocational School Exhibition Our Chemical Friends 78 Song of Weymouth High .... 78 The Crystal Ball ... 78 Alumni Notes 79 Night Time 79 Jokes 79 Advertising 80 Iriitratum the citizens of Weymouth, who have given us the privilege of a High School education, we gratefully dedicate this Reflector. ©ur jFarultu Frederick W. Hilton, Principal Appointed, 1911 Well, it seems to me Velma E. Abbott, Clerk Appointed, 1930 What can I do for you? Hazel M. Agnew, Commercial Appointed, 1920 Perfectly calm mentally! Which one of you girls left these papers here ? Gladys B. Allen, English, History Appointed, 1925 Not so much noise, please. L. Josephine Baker, Commercial Appointed, 1929 I know I am incapable of doing some things, but I am supposed to be your instructor, and if you have any questions, ask me. Esther L. Benson, Domestic Science Appointed, 1929 Who ' s chewing gum? I can smell it. Anna F. Berry, French Appointed, 1919 Are you reading your French aloud at home every day? Prescott B. Brown, English, History Appointed, 1911 If my memory doesn ' t play me false. Move with more celerity on the stairs, gir-rls! John K. Delahunt, Commercial Appointed, 1930 Give me that! John T. Gannon, Latin, History Appointed, 1921 Not so much talking in here. Rose R. Grace, French Appointed, 1929 We ' ll have a written paper on this tomor- row. Helen C. Barnard (Mrs.), Latin Appointed 1898 I don ' t want to hear one word after I step over that threshold. THOSE IN THE PICTURE Front ro w, left to right, Daniel O ' Donnell, Thomas Lyons, John Gannon, Everett Bryan, Hilmar Nel- son, Joseph Whittemore, Frederick Hilton, Prin., Francis Whipple, Prin., Trade School; Waliaci Whittle, Everett Hollis, Clarence Lyond, Harry Duncan. Second roiv, left to right, Mary Humphery, Ruth Tirrell, Pauline Swift, Alice White, Lillian Jefts, Eva Skala, Edith Sanborn, Rose Grace, Margaret Langford, Flora McGrath, Olive Hackett, Hjlen Norris, Helen Thompson, Martha Vining. Third row, left to right, Josephine Baker, Mildred Wagg, Helen Barnard, Helen Walker, Lucille Jones, Sheila Gross, Dora White, Susan Sheehan, Hazel Agnew, Gladys Allen. Fourt h ro w, left to right. Waldo Swan, Oral Page, Edith Sylvester, Anna Berry, Fannie Williams, Velma Abbot, Esther Benson, Helen Mayer, Ray Parker, John Delahunt. James Steele. Fifth roiv, left to right, George Stewart, Jalmar Nel- son, Francis Whipple, Sr.; Prescott Brown. Last roiv, left to right, Lewis Bacon, Louis Whitford. Sheila M. Gross, Librarian Appointed, 1928 Please be quiet. Olive E. Hackett, Commercial Appointed, 1926 Now concentrate, and do it slowly. Everett N. Hollis, Commercial Appointed, 1898 Listen to this, class. What would you do in this case? Mary C. Humphrey, English, French, German Appointed, 1916 What is all this commotion about? Lillian Jefts, Spanish, French, German Appointed, 1929 That ' s just right. Don ' t ever say that again — never, never. Lucille O. Jones, Physical Education Appointed, 1929 Three nights after school. I saw you talking in line. Fall in! Seven Fred S. Kennedy, Coach Appointed, 1930 What d ' ya say, fellows? Let ' s go! Margaret K. Langford, Commercial Appointed, 1928 Homework, please. Clarence R. Lyond, Science, Mathematics Appointed, 1929 You see it ' s like this (accompanied by three fingers) Thomas A. Lyons, Mathematics Appointed, 1921 Is that right? Yes? What ' s right? Helen E. Mayer, German, French, Spanish Appointed 1919 What are you thinking about? Flora H. McGrath (Mrs.), English, Public Speaking Appointed, 1928 You ' re nervous because you haven ' t studied ! Helen M. Norris, Commercial Appointed, 1927 Now for hook work we ' ll have Daniel L. O ' Donnell, History Appointed, 1925 Cross it out! Oral A. Page, Physical Education Appointed, 1928 Attention ! Count off by twos. Edith A. Sanborn, English Appointed, 1929 I want the room perfectly quiet. SUSAN G. Sheehan, English, Mathematics Appointed, 1907 I ' ll say Eva Skala, Domestic Science Appointed, 1929 — do you see? George O. Stewart, Mathematics Appointed, 1929 Why? What does that word mean in English? Eight Herbert a Stockwell, Nurse Appointed, 1930 Are you sure you don ' t want t.) skip that period ? Evelyn Silvester, Art Appointed, 1929 That ' s enough talking. Now let ' s get to work. Pauline F. Swift. English Appointed, 1930 No talking when you leave the room. Helen R. Thompson, Commercial Appointed, 1925 Eyes front, class. Ruth Tirrell, English, History Appointed, 1930 Don ' t he silly. Martha Vining. Latin Appointed, 1930 You ' ve had a very good lesson, today. (To Div. II-A-1) Mildred A. Wagg, English, History- Appointed, 1923 Well, what you mean is Helen M. Walker, Commercial Appointed, 1930 Pay attention, please. Alice White, English, History Appointed, 1928 Around front, class. Let ' s have a good recitation. Dora S. White, (Mrs.), History, English Appointed, 1920 Plumher ' s wages are positively outrageous! Wallace L. Whittle, Science Appointed, 1921 Well, what can I do for you today? I ' ll speak to the man that wrote the book. Fannie L. Williams, Sewing Appointed, 1924 No! Now — girls. Senior Class Q fCarshal Unratinttal 0. Francis E. Whipple, Jr., Director Appointed, 1925 Working hard? How does it seem? Louis H. Bacon, Jr., Auto Mechanics Appointed 1927 You working? Well, keep off the bencn. ' Everett Bryan, Auto Mechanics Appointed, 1930 Get going there! Show some sign of life. Harry F. Duncan, Printing Appointed, 1929 You ' re coming in tonight, and don ' t forget it. Hilmer S. Nelson, Agriculture Appointed, 1925 I don ' t like your attitude. Jalmar N. Nelson, Woodworking, Mathe- matics Appointed, 1924 Bowl of milk, what ' s yours? iiool iFarultjj Ray G. Parker, Mechanical Drawing Appointed, 1922 No talking. James F. Steele, Economics, English, History Appointed, 1926 So much for that. Yes. Waldo H. Swan, English, Science Appointed, 1929 That will be enough of that now, boys. Francis E. Whipple, Carpentry Appointed 1929 Don ' t be caught loafing. Louis Whitford, Carpentry Appointed, 1926 Don ' t be a wise guy. Joseph K. Whittemore, Shoemaking Appointed, 1927 The old Spanish Custom. Nine Ten (Elasa Motto Not Evening, But Dawn (ElaaH (Mara Green and Silver Jean Isabel Hall Not evening, but dawn , brings the first ray of light; ' Tis a signal to arms for the on-coming fight. If ith the Master as guide, there ' s no need for distress; J alor, love, faith, and hope lead the way to success. The world, to our eyes, a great battlefield, Alust be conquered by us who know not how to yield. Though our aim may be set midst the stars of the sky, Not evening, but dawn, will lead us on high. Not by evening, but dawn, we start out on our way, The adventuresome maidens and knights of the day. Though ' twas just but a start, through the years of our climb. The knowledge we ' ve gained will not lessen by time. As now on the threshold of life we stand, O Lord, may we feel the strength of thy hand! With the pride of a victor we hold our heads high As not evening, but dawn, slowly enters the sky. 3o xx fear Hnnor Enll John Harold Anderson Frank Leonard Bryant Josephine Margaret Caruso Marjorie Caswell Marie Esther Conroy Wilbert Chandler Cushing Norman Lawrence Foskett Sadie Agnes Lambe Frances Grover Manuel John Jesse Moulton Virginia Agnes Oliva Dorothy Pearson Ola Jean Taylor John Peter Veerling Eleven SftBtnrg nf HJnjmmttfo 2jtglt 8 rhool The High School was founded in 1853. Classes were held in the Town Hall, which was situated at Middle and Washington Streets. There was only one instructor, Mr. Joseph Uow During the next year the school was moved to Roger ' s Hall in Weymouth Landing, hut in 1864, because of crowded conditions, the school was again moved — this time to North Wey- mouth. This brought about the plans for open- ing a permanent High School in East Wey- mouth. In 1876 the North Weymouth High School , w hich since 1859 had been in the present Adams School, was moved to Tremont Street, Wey- mouth Landing, and the South Weymouth High was moved to the vestry of the Univer- salist Church, Pleasant Street. Later it was again moved to Roger ' s Hall. The present High School building was con- structed during 1897, and in 1898 the first class entered. Until 1904 Edmund Bugbee was principal, in which year Mr. Edwin Sampson was appoint- ed. Then in 1911 our present principal, Mr. Frederick W. Hilton, began his career of making and enforcing rules. The next addition to this illustrious building was the freshman wing, which was completed in 1924. In the same year the Trade School was started. Four years later the new wing was added, and in the same year the portable was torn down. The Amphitheatre and the Legion Park were both started in 1929. In 1930 the Memorial Wall and Cross were completed. As we look past over the growth of the Wey- mouth High School, which is this year seventy- eight years old, we can but wonder what changes the next five years will bring. Myrtle Pray ' 31 A HISTORY OF THE TRADE SCHOOL In 1916 the Agricultural Course was intro- duced in the High School. This was the first course of our Trade School of today. Eight years later (1924) four more courses were added — Carpentry, cabinet making, woodwork- ing for boys, and practical arts for the girls. In 1925 the printing course was introduced into the school. The next year the new Indus- trial Building was constructed beside the High School by the members of the carpentry course. At the same time the Shoe Course was added. In 1927 the automobile course was added, making a total number of eight courses in the school. Until 1929 the Trade School was considered as part of the High School. In that year, how- ever, it was separated. Mr. Francis Whipple, Jr., was appointed director. J. Hoglund ' .? Twelve Thirteen RUSSIA— A SURVEY Marie Esther Coxroy E, THE class of 1931, having now reached the happy day to- ward which we have 7 7 been looking for tin- past four years, extend to all our friends a hearty welcome. To you, our parents, whose loving interest, care, and solici- tude have made possible the at- tainment of this goal, we give a most affectionate greeting. To our Superintendent of Schools and Mem- bers of the School Committee, who have done so much to obtain for us every possible advantage and who have shown such keen interest in out welfare during these school years, to you — a most sincere welcome. Principal and teachers, with whom we have been so intimately associated, whose patience, counsel, and splendid instruction have guided us to this day, we give you a cordial greeting. With the passing of the years since the World War, many important changes have taken place, for the peoples of the earth are in motion and revolt. Some ferment works in the farthest and most unlikely places, so that nowhere in the world is there peace and quiet. We are in the thick of world revolution ; what is happening in Russia is only part of the universal upheaval. The influences which have so long been work- ing silently and strongly have finally come to realization in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. After a succession of temporary governments following the old czarist regime, Russia ' s 160,- 000,000 people of 200 nationalities came under the leadership of the Communist Party, known prior to 1918 as the Bolshevists. This vast ter- ritory, which covers approximately 8,000,000 square miles, was divided into seven constituent republics. The ruling principle of the Union was a common sharing of all national wealth and resources, of all labor, and of all the pro- ductions of labor. However, although in theory- ' s democratic, it is, as it works out, most th undemocratic. The leaders are practically su- preme dictators. At heart, Lenin, the mystical ruler of Russia, was an Asiatic despot. Stalin is a czar with the trappings of Bolshevism. He and the eight other Bolshevist oligarchs who share with him the rule of the Soviet State hide, surrounded by armed guards in the Kremlin, at Moscow. They rule Russia. This Bolshevist reign is so intrenched that for F ourtecn the time being the Russian people are incapable of resistance. No matter how fantastic the notions of the Soviet rulers may be, they are in a position to enforce every whim. Bolshevism carries two swords — one in each hand. The first is the Secret Service; the second, the Red Army. Even those high up tremble at the mention of Secret Service. Next to this the chief reliance of the Bolshevist oligarchy is the Red Army. Mili- tary service is not confined to males. It points with pride to its regiments composed of women. In the next war, Russia can, if she so desires, muster an army of Amazons. She may even raise an army of children. The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics suf- fered from civil war until the end of 1920. Since then the Communist party has been the controlling power, in spite of the fact that it embraces less than one-half of one per cent, of the total population. No one is permitted to become a member who is not regarded as mor- ally fit to be a Communist. In other words, a Communist must be an atheist. On all sides we hear of a Russia in which only the laboring man and woman have the voting privilege. These people, eighty-five per cent il- literate, are beginning to read and write. In many places modern schools are rising. Pref- erence in education is given to the workers that they, who until the present time had no chance for learning, may be taught a trade. Children from four to eight years old attend kindergarten, and, by a recent decree, those who are between the ages of eight and fourteen are required to attend schools. From fourteen to sixteen they must go to either secondary or factory schools, where four hours are given to theoretical work an d four hours to applied work of a factory oi clerical type. Russia, interested in her children, pins her hopes on them. She is indifferent to the majority of men and women of maturer years, and her leaders themselves admit that they de- spair of the fixed ideas of the old generation. Eighty-five per cent, of the 160,000,000 who dwell in that huge fortress known as Russia live on or by the land. The problem of the peasants is, therefore, of paramount interest. The Soviet government claims that the Rus- sian working man is better off than under the control of the czars. That contention is dis- puted by many critics. But there can be no REFLECTOR doubt that relatively the position of the work- ing man has been greatly improved. There is no wealthier class for him to envy. He is made to believe that he is the important person in the state, and in human nature that counts for much. His wages do not allow him any comforts; but he never had any in the past. The great dif- ference to-day is that he has a firm belief in the future. He is convinced that he must necessarily submit to a low standard of living today in order to attain a higher level on a permanent basis. Notwithstanding certain peculiar privileges which he possesses, the general conditions under which he lives certainly compare unfavorably with those prevalent in Western Europe. But of that nt knows nothing, and, indeed, does not believe it when told. No survey of Russia is complete without a brief mention of the five-year plan. What is this plan we hear so much about? It is the most extraordinary economic experiment ever made Designed to industrialize a country which has always been overwhelmingly agricultural, it aims to accomplish in five years what western countries have done in from fifty to one hundred years. The program is a tremendous one, like an endless chain, one plan interlocking with another. If one fails, others will be endangered. To carry out this program, the Soviet govern- ment has seized every railroad, every harbor, every shipyard, every bridge, every telephone wire, every radio, every school, every church, every factory, every hotel, every business, every bank, every newspaper, and every printing press. Its propagandists, clever young intellectuals, fresh from college and from the editorial sanctums of radical journalism, bewilder and confuse the people. Is the five-year plan going to succeed? Most experts say, No , for now in the mid- dle year, it is not possible to triple or quadruple productions; it has, however, accomplished amazing things. The success of their plans de- pends on the impression the Soviet leaders make on the Russian peasants, whose temperament is more oriental than otherwise. These dictators are held back not by a deficiency of resources, but by the peasant himself, who is bred to the soil and is backward in adapting himself to the new order of things. Will this country with its dissolvent principles and aggressive actions hold its own in the days ahead? Time alone can tell, for Russia, al- though she faces a future of fair promise, must prove that she is worthy of her abundant gifts. What the actual outcome will be, no one can foretell. But let us hope that above all this turmoil, this confusion, and this suffering, the sky will brighten, the clouds will break, and a hopeful dawn will rise that will radiate warmth, hope, and light to the tired heart of adventurous Russia. Freshman Year September, 1927 saw a large and vociferous conglomeration of freshmen wandering deject- edly through the labyrinth of corridors and class rooms of Weymouth High. A month of this sort of life under constant fear of the well-known Mr. Brown wrought many great changes, chief among which were respect for our superiors and an increasingly familiarity with text books. We made our debut when, under promises of unlimited ice cream, we accepted the invitation of the seniors to a Freshman Party. To many it was undoubtedly an afternoon of ecstacy, but to the more timorous ones, forcibly escorted upon the slippery gym floor by well-meaning seniors. it was a day of bitter disappointment. One day many of us in our innocence brought dolls to classes, only to be humiliated by the smiles and insinuations of upper classmen and faculty. That winter a school hockey team was or- ganized, but since there was no ice to play th e game on, it had no opponents to defeat. Unfortunately, it was seen fit to maintain the afternoon session during the year, a plan which proved an instantaneous success — with the teach- ers. June came accompanied by the long-anti- cipated vacation, and it must be confessed that, in our light-minded stage, few thought to shed Fifteen any tears over the parting from our beloved school. Sophomore Year Fully conscious of our importance, we re- entered these portals of learning, content in the knowledge that we had weathered the trials of our freshman year and could now look down upon the newcomers as our inferiors. Despite the fact that studies became the major issue, school activities attracted many of us, and it must be said that ' 31 furnished its share of students, athletes, musicians, debaters, and leaders. Captain Crossbones, a rollicking pirate op- eretta, came into our midst, and brought a wel- come break in our labors. Basketball proved an unusually successful sport that winter — even the faculty took to the floor and furnished us with no little entertain- ment in their quest of glory. As the end of the first half approached, few of us remained unacquainted with the dreaded and inexorable penalty of twenty nights — a distinctly social decree. Junior Year The autumn of 1929 saw us embark confi- dently upon our career as upper classmen. Here we took our first plunge into the political world. And when the campaign smoke of class elections had drifted away, we congratulated ourselves on our wisdom in choosing John Moulton, presi- dent ; John Veerling, vice-president ; Alice La- bossiere, secretary; Marjorie Caswell, treasurer: and Martin Mahoney, class marshal. Many of us, spurred on by a desire to combat the elements, cast our lot in that portion of the scientific world adjacent to 306. Here we matched wits with the Master Mind, and emu- lated classes of other years in concocting odor- iferous gases. A successful football season under Mr. Stew- art ushered in the winter and with it our first social — the Junior Christmas Party. Santa (Mr. Brown behind the whiskers) was there and dis- tributed divers more or less appropriate gifts. The remainder of the evening was given over to dancing, with some amusing scenes under the mistletoe, and a Virginia Reel, led by Mr. O ' - Donnell. that resulted in several embarrassing collisions. The colorful operetta. Up in the Air , next took the stage. This was a brilliant success, to be followed by examinations — no comment ne- cessarv. An outing at Provincetown was voted as an appropriate climax to an eventful year, and so it was that one June morning we sailed the tran- quil waters of Massachusetts Bay, returning confirmed mariners in our own estimation. Senior Year Early in September we were again treading the corridors, but now with heads held high and intelligence beaming from our faces. For had we not been told that the lower classmen would look up to us for inspiration? In this capacity, it devolved upon us to welcome the neophytes to our institution, with the annual Freshman Party. Without a doubt, many a freshman will carry memories of that frolicsome little party for many a year to come. Perhaps the most outstanding event in our four years was the introduction of a new coaching system under Mr. Fred Kennedv. Added impe- tus has been given to athletics and Weymouth can look forward to a brilliant athletic future. Dur- ing the fall the Varsity Club was organized by the high school lettermen and has taken an active part in school life. Among the many successful dances of the year the Senior Dance was perhaps the most popular, with fashionably attired ladies and gentlemen in formal dress dancing to the sublime music of Billy Ryan ' s Troubadours. This year the scene of the operetta shifted to Russia, and under Mrs. McGrath ' s direction. Sonia was presented with great success. But another dramatic attempt, the class play, It Never Rains , caused no little surprise, in that several of our fellow students displayed a ;_:reat deal of hitherto unsuspected talent. Several meetings were held dwing the course of the year to transact the class business At one of these meetings, our gallant president nroved his worth when, single-handei!, he controlled a roomful of girls furiously arguing over such foreign subjects as the wearing of silks or satins to graduation. As graduation draws near and as we review the events of the past four years, we cannot help wishing to express our gratitude to our teachers for making these years profitable as well as en- joyable ones. Xorman Foskett Constance Xash Ola Jean Taylor Sixteen Seventeen WORLD PARTIOTISM |OHN Veerling HE object of c.hu:i tion is the making of good citizens, v!iic!i the Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court, Charles Evans Hughes, explains as follows: To free from superstition, from the tyranny of worn-out notions, from the prejudices, large and small, which enslave the judgment. Good citizenship is much more difficult to-day than it was in the days of strong nationalism. The people and nations of the world now find it nec- essary to consider one another in dealing with problems, both national and interna tional. Since a citizen is one who, among other things, gives allegiance to his country, and a patriot is one who loves and supports his country, a loyal citizen is a patriot. What is world patriotism? World patriotism is tolerance of all nations and their peoples and a desire to aid them in the solution of their problems. Main feel that with the acceptance of world patriotism, national patriotism is lost. This is not true. In the early history of this country it seemed difficult, almost impossible, to be a loyal citizen of the national government as well as a loyal citizen of the state ; but now the difficulties have been straightened out and one no longer doubts that there can exist both sovereign- ty of state and sovereignty of nation. So it is with good world and good national citizenship ; both world and national citizenship can exist together. Just as Washington and Jefferson were good national Americans as well as good and loyal Virginians, so Wilson, Briand, and Kellogg are deemed good world citizens, as well as good national characters of their own countries. Roosevelt said, The good citizen must be a good citizen of his own country first before he can with advantage be a good citizen of the world at large. To be a good national citizen is inculcated upon the minds of most of us ; we are continually hearing eulogies of nationalism. Most persons realize their duties as citizens, which they know as obedience to and respect for law, the aiding of countrymen in worthy en- deavors, and service to country in places where they are best fitted. Good national citizenship is expected, is usual ; but world patriotism has as yet received little thought. The so-called American ancestry consists of Eighteen main ' nationalities, such as English, Dutch, Spanish, French. I hen too there is the cosmo- politan nature of the present popu- lation of the United States. There are people here from every part of the globe. If the arocestry of the American born and of the people of the United States in general is so varied, how can the I nited States hold any prejudice against other nations and people? If the different peopli of th Unite 1 States can work so peaceably and effectively together in on • country, why cannot the people of the world, of which the United States is representative, work together peaceably and effectively for the pro« rcss and unity of the world? Having tin ' , spirit of unity, how can we fail to develop world patriotism ? Also there arc th mo lern improvements and inventions which arc drawing us closer togeth- er — the telephone, radio, television, and bctrer transportation facilities. These things are tend- ing more and more to show us the oneness of the world and the possibility of world patriotism. How can one help understanding those with whom one is always in contact? A great need of the world is stability and continuity of economic policy. World patriot- ism would aid such stability, because there would be developed a more trustful attitude in international affairs. It is a well-known eco- nomic argument that an international division of labor, whereby each country produces that com- modity which it can best and most cheaply pro- duce, brings about a greater amount and variety of wealth for each country to enjoy. Such a program would result in interdependence of all the nations, which in turn would foster world patriotism. World patriotism is a fundamental and there- for a necessary step towards world peace. It may not be the complete solution, but it is a great means towards this accomplishment. It would also bring about international understanding. War could thereby be avoided, because one hard- ly likes to fight people one understands. In- stead, there would be developed sympathy and a willingness to aid other peoples. A strong na- tional patriot would be opposed to a bloody revolution in his own country, since he has con- sideration for the welfare of his fellow citizens, and since he feels that there can be a peaceful: settlement of the problem that confronts his na- tion. For the same reasons a world patriot - vould he opposed to international warfare. Leading Americans, su;h as McKinley, Roose- velt, Elihu Root, Wilson, and Hughes, have been leaders in the world-peace movement. If we could picture how horrible the war of the fu- ture may be with its arms, explosives, gases, and monster contrivances, whereby whole nations could be wiped out, there would be little desire for any war, but there would be rather a fear and hatred of it. If world patriotism is neces- sary to avoid such awful conditions, wouldn ' t it then be welcome and even sought after ? We should bear in mind that our Republic was or- ganized to avoid and discourage war, and to promote and establish peace. With the attainment of world patriotism, the people would seek to improve the social and eco- nomic condition of the world at large. With world-wide sympathy an 1 well-meant aid, such social and economic conditions as the caste sys- tem of India, slavery in Liberia, and the barrier between the Eastern and Western hemispheres could be remedied. It is duty of Americans to 1- ad in loyal citizenship. America is too great a nation to be cut off from the world beyond and around her. She is a world power upon which every world interest has some bearing and weight. The fact that America has some interest in the rest of the world cannot be doubted when we remembei the part that America played in the World War. Even Roosevelt, although a great national American, remarked that our country as it strides forward with ever increasing rapidity to a foremost place among world powers, must nec- essarily find that it has world duties to do. With the great extension of power and territory, such as the Philippines, the Hawaiian Islands, Alaska, Guam, Porto Rico, we should consider the world and its welfare. The imperialistic policy of the United States since the Spanish- American War has drawn her from the Western into the Eastern hemisphere. Thus, through world patriotism, we may ap- preciate great deeds and men of lands other than our own, we may have economic stability, we may work for improvement of the social and economic condition of the world, we may take a :great step toward world peace, and we may realize international respect and harmony. Let us follow the advice of that great citizen of Massachusetts, Calvin Coolidge : Remember that America has dedicated itself to the service of God and man. Before we say farewell to our high-school days we desire to thank those who have made pos- sible this important milestone of our lives. Mothers and fathers, we appreciate your ef- forts and sacrifices above all else ; now we offer you our heartfelt thanks. May we prove our- selves worthy of your confidence. Members of the School Committee and Super- intendent of Schools, we hope to be deserving of the great benefits that you have made possible for us, and we wish to extend our gratitude to you. We are glad that our Superintendent of Schools will remain to carry on his good work. Principal and teachers, we shall always be grateful to you for your efforts to guide us aright. We shall never forget your deep interest in our future; and we shall strive not only to keep to the right path, but also to help others in their search for truth. Classmates, as we part, each to face his own problems, let us not forget our motto: Not Evening, but Dawn . Our great tasks lie be- fore us; our great work is about to begin. Let us face these tasks with a resolve to be better citizens of the world and to aid this great country of ours in being a leader in world af- fairs. Let us ever remember that our interest is in concord, not conflict ; and that our real eminence rests in the victories of peace, not those of war. Our earnest prayer is that God will graciously vouchsafe prosperity, happiness and peace to all our neighbors, and like blessings to all the peoples and powers of earth. MORNING The night owl hoots his latest call ; The world is hushed and gray; The last star twinkles, then goes out ; The pale moon sails away. Then comes the lovely daylight, So quiet and so still ; And the golden glow of sunlight Steals o ' er the misty hill. Marguerite A lexanderson , ' 31 High Brow: Yes, my father sprang from a line of peers. Low Brow: Did he drown? Nineteen KEFLECTCR (JllaaH frnp rg (OUR years ago, entering this school as innocent freshmen, we never dreamed, as most freshmen do, that we should he given the task of de- termining the future activities of our fellow classmates. Nevertheless the work has been assigned to us, although we, the un- fortunates, do not know of anything that we have done to deserve it. Not one of us is blessed with the ability to see into the future; therefore the result of these prophecies depends largely upon our imagination. Each and every person has a peculiar trait, but in order to obtain information regarding such, we should need the aid of Sherlock Holmes and Scotland Yard. If we have pictured a per- son who has had a desire to become president of this great nation, as a chimney sweep, a street cleaner, a public nuisance, or what-have-you, we hope the error will be taken in good part and not make the aforesaid person remain under the impression that we are a group of sophisti- cated seniors who desire to ridicule others. We do not claim to be clairvoyants, spiritual- ists, or foreseers, but we have faithfully attempt- ed to carry out our duty for better (or worse). With the help of certain fellow students, we, the undersigned, submit the following as a repre- sentation of the future, now open before the students of the class of 1931. Wilbert Cushing, Chairman John Hoglund Sadie Lambe Marie Norwood Andrew Abbott When this generation moves on, it will be Andy not Rudy . Doris Aikens Doris is now in Missouri. We always thought she had to be shown. Marguerite Alexanderson Successful traveling woman. The only woman said to have a perpetual shadow . Twenty Beth Alger Famous radio announcer. This little girl has become well-known for her remarkable bed- time stories. Filomena Amoroso Private secretary to one of Weymouth ' s most prominent young lawyers. JOHN Anderson John ' s business must be pretty bad. He ' s a human dynamo now. Everything he has on is charged. Roy Anderson Roy has gone into the banking business. The only difficulty he ' s having is trying to find out why he can ' t draw money from a sand bank. Frederick Andrews Nookie is still following agriculture, but he can ' t understand why frogs don ' t die when they croak. Mary Aucoin Mary has been offered a contract in the movies. She refused, however, saying that there was too much talking to the parts. Constance Avenell Constance is the first woman ambassador to England. With such a link as this United States and England should never go to war. Herbert Bailey High-powered salesman. He sells Rinso. And to housewives. Can you beat it ? Frances Ball Frannie is a telephone operator and a first- class one at that. She ' s had lots of practice and never gets the wrong number. Leonard Barker Woolworth ' s next manager. He received his experience selling silk stockings at Grant ' s. KEFLECTCK ' •) Helen Bates On account of the business depression, she has decided not to become a teacher. It ' s a wo- man ' s privilege to change her mind. Dorothy Bearce Teacher in the School of the Spoken Word. Dot always did have a kind word for everyone. Macde Beaton Prominent club woman and authoress. Her latest essay is Training a Valedictorian . Barbara Bedford Barbara is a swimming instructor. As a side line, she sells bathing suits to the Eskimos. Charles Bennett Our future John Gilbert. Charlie used to be rather bashful but he has attended W. H. S., you know. Ruth Blanchard Ruthie is now living on a ranch out West. The wild life appeals to her. Eleanor Blackwell Proprietress of a home for orphan cats. She is just as tender hearted as ever. Bernice Boudreau Bernice is a singer of a mean note. She can sing Far, Far Away . According to the critics, the farther the way the better. Calvin Bowie Weymouth ' s most popular embalmer. His motto is: If not satisfied, let us know. Mary Brady Mary is now the proud owner of three chil- dren, a cat, a dog, a canary, and a bungalow. Oh, yes, and an anonvmous person called Dick . Leonard Bryant Staunch follower of the Anti-Woman Suffrage League. His most notable opponent is Mrs. White. Marjorie Burne When in New York it is the right thing to purchase your wardrobe at Madam Burne ' s Togue Shoppe . This stylist advises Red as the ideal color. Charles Butler Charlie has made a name for himself. His great mind has finally functioned and he knows now why the ocean is tide. Nettie Butman Only woman detective in North Weymouth. She always gets her man. Josephine Caruso Joe just left for Africa. She wants to teach the heathen the Malthusian doctrine. Marjorie Caswell Marjorie is still in the W. H. S. office an- swering the ' phone. She got so used to say- ing yes that she accepted the first fellow who proposed to her, but it was all a mistake. Dent Caton Dent has gone South again. We heard that he wanteJ to get away from certain history books written by a well-known historian who is never wrong. Gelorm Cavallo The future Mussolini. He got his leadership by directing the agony quartet. Anna Cicchese Anna has fulfilled her ambitions as a nurse. She is selling prophylactic tooth brushes for celluloid teeth. Alfred Cignarella He must be a good repair man, for even the teachers allowed him to work on their cars. George Clark Architect of Weymouth Towering Buildings. He got his experience building bird houses. Lillian Clapp Just as we expected, Lillian is married now. But don ' t worry, boys, she ' s married to an eighty year old millionaire and she says, It won ' t be long now. G ' ORGE COLARTJSSO Cal is in the packing department of the Weymouth distilleries. Packing material consists of sawdust.. That ' s the time Cal used his head. Tiuenty-one REFLECTOR William Cole The peanut vender. Ray can ' t understand why people waste peanuts by feeding them to elephants. Eleanor Colligan Eleanor has gone to Africa. She finds thing - too tame around here. Mary Collins Mary runs a store now. She believes in the old motto, In God we trust, all others cash . Marie Conroy Marie has hired a bus to drive the children around. Don ' t jump to conclusions. She ' s matron of an orphan ' s home. Winifred Cooke Winnie has spent a good deal of her time- trying to persuade the natives of the village of Skeedunk to take up bookkeeping. Ruth Cormack Ruth is behind the bars now. No, you ' ve got her wrong. She is teaching the convicts how to typewrite. Agnes Courtney Agnes is a stenographer. She ' s back in her old position — on the boss ' knee. William Cowing Has become an inventor. His latest inven- tion is an eight foot basketball net. Eleanor Cox Eleanor is still singing, but not in the operetta. She is a missionary to the distant Scottigalni- colio, teaching the natives to sing The Stein Song . What are they out there, Eleanor? All wets and no drys ? Richard Cronin Dick is a great golfer now. The other day he got a birdie and he thinks that he ought to be able to fly. Frederick Croto Crotey has accepted a job as manager of Crawford Press. So far he has managed to get three days ' work. Wilbert Cushing Cushie has finally reached his goal. He ' s now a traveling salesman, selling raincoats in the Sahara Desert. Another dry. Tiventy-t wo Theodore Dalquist Ted is at last in the boiler business. We wonder if the heat affects him. John Daley Poor John is in the hospital. He was playing a solo on his cornet when h-? forgot himself and thought he was eating a lolly pop. The doctors say he will recover. James Dan u bio Our future Dante. He is now engage 1 in the painting of a snow-bound scene in little Italy. Winifred Deacon Winnie is still cooking, but she can ' t under- stand why goldfish and sauerkraut don ' t m-ike a good salad. Charles Delorey Charlie is now on the honor roll at Anna Garrity ' s. At least, that ' s what she says. John Delorey Hobby Jones, the second. He is now ab ' e to chalk up one hundred and fifty for nine holes. Catherine De Luca Catherine is in a prosperous business. She discovered that she could use the hole of a doughnut to stuff macaroni. John Donovan He insists that Irishmen make the best me- chanics. He is now allowed to repair tires. Dorothy Dolan Dot , has ambitions of being a dancing in- structor. She is now demonstrating weight reducing machines at Jordan Marsh ' s in order to keep that girlish figure. Ruth Duff Great ballet dancer. She advises you to smoke Luckies and avoid that future shadow. Stella Dulka Stella has obtained a man sized job. We can see by her face that she ' s a painter. Come in out of the hot sun, rouge is inflammable. Eleanor Dwyer Eleanor began the famous question club. She wanted to know if eggs rea ' ly came from egg p ' nnts, and if bunions grew on cabbages. Mildred Ellis Millie has ambitions of being a nurse. She is writing books on the side. The latest edi- tion was Doctors and How to Handle Them . Emma Ells Emma has finally joined the moving pictures. She is a saleswoman in the Art Gallery, moving pictures from one place to another. Donald Ferguson King of the Stitching-Room Queens . Some- times he finds it hard to keep his mind on his work. Olive Fisher Olive is a great girl with the boys. The other day her boy friend said, Let ' s eat up the street. Olive declined. She couldn ' t have liked asphalt. Ro3erta Fletcher Bertie is spending all of her loose change in buying Palmolive Soap in order to keep that school girl complexion. Agnes Flockhart Agnes has become an essay writer. She has a husband also. Her last essay was entitled Socks Appeal . Mary Flynn Mary is now writing books. The last one was called What I know about Men. James Foley James has accepted a position with Ziegfeld. Pa helps Ziegfeld to pick out his 1932 models. Norman Foskett Normie has given up agriculture and has become a chemist. The last we heard he had been overcome by some strange concoction of his own making. We heard that it was a special mixture to kill insects. Charles Forcier The future retail merchant. His highest am- bition is to sell shoes to the young ladies. Richard Frederickson Dick still insists that it takes a nut to fasten a bolt. Barbara French Barbara has gone into the bakery business. She gives away free with every loaf of bread or piece of pie one saw, one chisel, and a mallet. John Gaab John has discovered a new way to make matches — by bumping bakery carts into tele- graph poles. Alfred Gardner Al has climbed the ladder of success and is now caretaker at Great Hill. Thomas Garvey Tom has teamed up with Cushie and they have gone on the stage. The latest produc- tion is The Heavenly Twins . We aren ' t so sure about the word heavenly . melia Gikis She ' s a real home girl and thinks Peter Pan is a new kind of kitchen utensil. Viola Goldsworthy Viola is in the hospital recovering from an attack of over-strained vocal cords. She strained her voice by singing through a screen door. Doris Goodwin This little girl is said to be surrounded by gobs , and not gobs of gum either. William Gormley Stetson ' s future rival. He says that a person without a shoe is a person without a sole . Myrtle Gould She has become a teacher of Gym or Jim. We were unable to find out which. Boyd Gridley Boyd is troubled with dyspepsia and rheu- matism . He had to stay after school be- cause he couldn ' t spell them. Richard Gridley Dick is still experimenting. The other day he was seen with some insect powder. We wonder if he is going to commit suicide. George Guindon Ed is spending his time trying to take the bumps out of chewing gum. He says no r oduct in the world has as great a turnover as chewing gum. Twenty-three Jean Hall You ' ve all heard of Congresswoman Hall! Of late she introduced a bill for the repeal of the law of gravity. Luen Hannaford Luen is now valiantly living up to the class motto. However, she has misspelled one of the words. Not evening, hut Don . Phillip Henley Our future Hennigan. Henley ' s hopes arc good but his legs rather slow. Cecelia Higgins Lady-in-waiting for any well-to-do man. John Higgins Inventor of a new type of car, Higgin s Essex Special. He thought the present flivver harbored too many nuts . Eleanor Hill She ' s following in the footsteps of Fritz Kreis- ler. Recently she gave a concert for the deaf, dumb and blind. Prkscott Hobson Ambition itself! Wentworth has its door wide open for Percy . Virginia Hodges Virginia has just gone into the United Rubber Company. At present she is working on the new blimp . John Hoglund Winner of the great track race. He beat them all ; he ' s so fast. Elizabeth Hollis Elizabeth has just resigned from the Bon Ton liirdie Store. The language of the parrots must have shocked her. Ernestine Houston Ernestine is posing for magazine covers. That ' s what we expected when we saw her gradua- tion picture. Olga HudoN Olga is famous now. She began the idea of Coolidge stockings — they do not choose to run. Katherine Hynes Katherine hasn ' t changed a bit. She still dis- likes parties and boys, and devotes most of her time to educating herself. Tiuenty-four Frank Infusino Our traveling salesman. He is now selling a booklet entitled How to Overcome Bash- fulness in Twenty-four Hours . Eric Jacobson Knute Rockne the second. He rece ives a great deal of practice on the dance floors. Charles Jardine Charlie is a successful business man. There is only one trouble. Gentlemen prefer blondes, and Charles is a gentleman. Eino Jerpi Weymouth ' s best shoe worker. Jerpi is very quiet, but the saying is Still waters run deep. So beware ! Ruth Jones A settlement worker. We wonder if she will ever settle down. Ellen Karstunen Ellen has disappeared. The last we heard of her she was in Waldenheifenburg preaching on the evils of dancing. Lawrence Keenan Now advertising for that new Natural Blush rouge. We were sure he ' d make good. Catherine Keli.y Catherine will be the first woman to fly across the Atlantic. She will fly by means of her own wings which will sprout from good be- havior. Malcolm Kemp Malcolm has gone to Scotland. He wants to find out how they take the census there. Throw a penny in the street, Malcolm. Mary Kendrick Mary has become famous as the one who in- troduced non-fattening chcolates. Kenneth Kennedy Author of the article printed daily in the Daily Wow entitled The Well-Dressed Man of Today . Alan Kjellman Alan has become a searcher of rare insects. We ' v e heard that he had great success in find- ing them during his stay at W. H. S. Sadie Lam be Sadie is a history teacher, her dates . She never forgets Earle Lane DeMar the second. On the track he ' s not so hot , but when it comes to charming the girls he ' s right there . Joseph LaRocco Our future Dry Agent. He still insists that the mysterious barrel that his father brought over contained vinegar. Vivian Lawr ence Vivian is a high soprano at the Metropolitan Opera Company. Her sweet voice lingers on — long after the audience is gone. Catherine Leahy Teacher of special course, Training the Mind by Restraining Laughter . She certainly has had good training. Ruth Leavitt Ruth is now chief cook in the lunch room. We wondered why so many students were com- plaining about the food. Alice Lebossiere Tripping her way to fame in a broadway suc- cess Blondes Prefer Gentlemen . (How about it, John ?) Dana Le ]ay The Sonnenberg of W. H. S. He is only waiting for the present champion to retire before he steps in. Walter Lewis Well up the ladder of success, painter now. II e s a nouse Catherine Linnehan Author of the book, Girls will be Girls, but When? Berntce Lippincott Bee is expected to bring home the bacon — in this case the bacon being a count, lord, duke, or what have you? Elizabeth MacFaun Lizzie is now running a beauty parlor. Her method of beautifying is to exclude cosmetics absolutely. Strange how people change. Archie MacKean President of a club known as The Woman Haters . My, what a change in Archie! Martin Mahoney Manufacturer of black and white sport shoes. He was inspired at a certain Senior class meet- ing. Or perhaps it was a funeral . Frances Manuel Frances is trying hard to surpass Webster. Her latest is Words — Good, Bad, and In- different . Beatrice McBride Wampas Baby Star of 1935. knew she had the qualities. We always John McCrillis John has fulfilled his high ambitions. He ' s elevator boy in the Empire State Building. Marjorie McCrillis Marjorie became so infatuated with Virgil while in W. H. S. that she has returned to teach fourth year Latin. Katherine McMorrow Katherine has contributed her share to the uplift of humanity by recently donating an elevator to W. H. S. Mary Millette Disputer of the fact that all women are vac- cinated with phonograph needles. Florence Miller Living illustration of the perfect fit for the Austin. Ralph Minns Ralph has become interested in the carpet busi- ness. He ' s feeding his hens tacks to see if they won ' t lay carpets. Violet Mitchell Violet is now giving private dancing lessons. She says her methods are based entirely on what she learned in the W. H. S. gym. Hazel Morrison Author of the popular Plenty of It . lar novel Action and Twenty-five John Moulton Manufacturer of a new product to cleanse souls. His inspiration is said to have been re- ceived from W. H. S. Constance Nash Connie has risen in social prominence. She recently married a well-known technician. Leo Neva Anna Garrity ' s only rival. His only hind- drance is his feeling for the opposite sex. Ruth Nolan Hostess of the Duck Inn Tea-room. Chicken dinners are her specialty. Marie Norwood Marie is a mathematician. Figures don ' t lie, do they, Marie? Edward O ' Connor Okie is now a teacher. His main subject is: How to Overcome a Difficulty ' . Eleanor Oliva Eleanor runs a thriving correspondence school which teaches you to be a mailman, saxaphone player, ballet dancer or what-have-you In mail. She attributes her success to the mails. That is spelled M-A-I-L-S. Virginia ( )liva Famous speaker in Congress. Neither House has recovered vet from her speech Phillv and Philly-bust-er ' . Dorothy Pearson Dot has married an absent-minded pro- fessor. He doesn ' t have to think. Dot does it for him. Elsie Peterson Prominent cashier. Hundreds of dollars slip through her ringers daily. Karl Peterson Karl always wanted to do something big. He has captured the world ' s championship as a tiddle-de-wink player. Jerry Petrucelli Due to Mr. Petrucelli ' s repeated efforts to raise the condition of the average working person, he was recently elected president of the Weymouth Federation of Labor. Stu- dents and convicts hope for relief. Marion Philbrook. She has gone into a shady business — she deals in awnings. Henry Phillips Inventor of the Musical Band Saw . His latest tune is Work, for the Night is Com- ing . Gaeton Pica From a printer to a model man. We are sure that there isn ' t a hair out of place while he ' s around. Helen Pratt Helen is a waitress at the Greenleaf in Quincy. She ' s still waiting for the right man. Myrtle Pray Myrtle has become editor of a Southern news- . paper. She always was a hound for the news. Kr wt is Reills Proprietor of a food shoppe. Dates are his specialty. Mary Reilly Opponent of Helen Wills. Dot intends to represent Massachusetts in the National Ten- nis Tournament. Norman Ryerson Normie has taken to the air. The other day he was making a world ' s record in a bal- loon ascension, when the economics teacher woke him by shouting, Next question . Come down out of the clouds, Normie. Ruth Saunders Ruth still believes that the way to a man ' s heart is through his stomach, so she is still cooking. Alec Shaw Alec is married now. He just cured his wife of the antique craze by giving her a Model T Ford for her birthday. Francis Sheppard Weymouth ' s home builder. He has just com- pleted a course in Economics of the House- hold . John Shields John has gone on the stage now. The show can ' t go on without him. He pulls up the curtain. Twenty-six Hazel Smith Dressmaker now. She mends the shirts of that certain person . Frfd Snow Jack has taken the advice of a certain eco- nomic teacher and has gone into the hen busi- ness. He feeds them sawdust and shavings. The last hatching was a catastrophe. Eleven of them had wooden legs and the other was a woodchuck. Burgess Spinney Leader of an orchestra. The next selection will be: Carrie — me back to old Virginny . Mary Stone Mary must be a dreamer. The other day she was seen gazing into Room 301, longing for the old days when a certain somebody could be seen studying there. Josephine Sturtevant Leave it to Joe to get up in the world. She has left the notion counter at Kresge ' s and is now head saleswoman at the Red and Gold Gift Shop (Woolworth ' s). Herbert Sylvester Sylvester is now a contractor. He is working on a plan for a bridge back to Ireland. Marietta Tallmax Mary is married to a man in the stone crush- ing business. He enjoys eating her biscuits. Joseph Thomas Harvard ' s biggest scoop. He has proved this by gaining ground every time the line made a hole large enough. Ola Jean Taylor Has made a great success as a nurse. Her poetry is said to have saved many. Lexdall Teague Lemon has gone into competition with Ken Kennedy. He writes books on the side. The last two editions were The Mis- placed Eyebrow and The Advantages and Disadvantages of Having a Mustache . Helen Thurstox She has finally become a chauffeur. She re- ceives many tips. So will anyone else who rides with her. Edith Tirrell Edith recently won a talking contest. She says all the credit belongs to W. H. S. where she had to talk fast to keep ahead of the others. WlXXIFRED TOMPKIXS She is on a world-wide lecture tour. She speaks on Shyness and its Difficulties . Edxa Travis Good things come in small packages. This little girl will surprise us yet. Isabel Tutty Librarian. She advises only the best in books. Mary Upton Recently sponsor of a party at her home. It is said that she even served grape juice. We never thought that of Mary. William Van Meter Lindsey and Van are now on the road to- gether. Van ' s topic of the day is What Makes Women so Fascinating to Men? Johx Veerling Master of Science. John has just discovered that variety is the spice of life. Vera Virta Professional dancing teacher. Barbara Stan- wyck better watch Vera if she wishes to keep the leading part in Ten cents a Dance. Herman Warner Mike has continued on through school. The other day he flunked a spelling examination. Words failed me, he said. Joseph Washburn Joe is holder of the world ' s record in the mile run. The other day, he ran so fast that he left his shadow behind and tripped over it on his second lap. Pick up those feet, Joe. Frank Wing The future De Paolo. Wing was going to buy an Austin, but he ' s waiting for the com- pany to raise the roof a few feet to accommo- date his knees. Mae Wood She won the National championship for keep- ing quiet the longest. The teachers always said that she never whispered. Twenty-seven Vincent Wormald The printing genius. Lately Wormald seems to have changed. We think some one in the W. H. S. is responsible. Margaret Young Famous lecturer and orator. Her last speech was Buttermilk from Contented Cows . CONQUEST OF NATURE Night was approaching fast as the traveller entered the darkness of the great forest. Far in the west there was an occasional grumble of thunder accompanied by spasmodic flashes of lightning that silhouetted heavy black clouds against the livid sky. The wind increased in fury, and the rain began to beat sharply against his body whipping his cloak about his legs and around his face. He realized the futility of combating with the elements on such a night, and bowing his head to the storm, battled wearily to the shelter offered by some overhanging boulders. After a few moments of rest, he regained suf- ficient strength to become interested in a strange humming sound that became audible when the shrieking of the wind in the tree tops diminished. Curiosity urging him on, he found himself de- scending the rickety stairway of a winding cor- ridor hewn out of the rock, that ended in a vast cavern. Through the clouds of steam that arose at in- tervals out of the din of speeding machinery, he perceived an aged, deformed man working tner an intricately arranged switchboard. With a start, the experimenter sensed the presence of a stranger, and whirled about covering the in- truder with a cold-blue revolver. An intensive cross-examination of the traveller ' s reasons for penetrating the secluded laboratories convinced the seeming maniac of the innocence of the stranger. Seeing that the complex array of in- tricate machinery had provoked the curiosity of the traveller, the old man enthusiastically de- scribed the apparatus to him. In the outer world, the men of science were still struggling with clumsy instruments, attempt- ing to solve the mysteries of atomic structure. After stripping the atom of a few of its outer sphere electrons, they rested content in the belief that the electron represented the ultimate state of matter. Yet, the emanation of heat and rare gaseous elements from certain radio active salts disproves this theory. On this particular night, he was proving that the electron was composed of an infinite number of ' X ' particles. For decades he had labored and experimented along lines of thought discard- ed by other scientists. Minute quantities of ra- dium, thorium and similar salts had been ob- served to give off in their process of disintegra- tion, enough energy to raise an equal bulk of water from ice to the boiling point in one hour. And this process continued for 2500 years. But the rarity of the radio-active salts and their enor- mous value had impeded scientific progress and prohibited entirely any practical development. Tonight he would subject the carbon atom, one of the commonest on earth, to a charge of 5,000,000 volts, and break down not only the outer sphere, but the very nucleus of the atom, and convert the enormous amount of energy holding the particles of the atom together into available power sufficient to furnish power for several large cities. A final check on his ma- chinery, and he hobbled to the switchboard and grasped the switch with a trembling hand. The traveller, who had imbibed the old man ' s enthu- siasm, held his breath. A jagged bolt of lightning shot to the earth, and as the reverberating clap of thunder shook the country, the whole cavern caved in, burying the intricate apparatus, under tons of crushing rock. The switch remained open. Nature again had thwarted man ' s attempt to destroy her reign, for when man does shatter the atomic- nucleus, the vast amount of energy will free other atoms and the Omega will come. Norman Foskett ' 31 Him: I ' m a self-made man. Her: Well, I ' m glad you take all the blame yourself. Amibtious One: Teacher, I ' m trying to get ahead. Teacher: That ' s good. You need one. Sewing teacher: I ' m going to cut your neck now. Tuurnty-rigJit ABBOTT, ANDREW Andy General Course, South Weymouth, Chairman of Ring Committee, ' 30; Class Baseball, ' 29, ' 30; Class Football, ' 29; Class Play, ' 31; Gym Exhibition, ' 28, ' 29; Mgr. of Golf Team, ' 31; Operetta, ' 29, ' 31 ; Tennis Team, ' 31. You ' ve got the cutest little baby face. AIKENS, DORIS Business Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. Plenty is the child of peace. ALEXANDERSON, MARGUERITE Peggy Classical Course, North Weymouth, Chairman En- tertainment Committee, ' 31; Chairman Refresh- ment Committee, ' 30; Gym Exhibition, ' 29. Style, I am thy slave. ALGER, BETH Classical Course, South Weymouth, Baseball Team, ' 29; Entertainer at Freshman-Senior Party; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Puppet Show, ' 31; Sketch Club, ' 30. She gazed at many but she loved but one. ANDERSON, JOHN Technical Course, East Weymouth, Basketball Mgr., ' 31; Reflector Staff, ' 31; Four Year Honor Roll; President of German Club, ' 31; Publicity Commit- tee for Senior Play, ' 31. Modesty becomes the young man. ANDERSON, ROY Business Course, South Wevmouth, Class Baseball. ' 30, ' 31; Debating, ' 31. Patience is a nobler motion than any need. ANDREWS, FREDERICK Neivky Agricultural Course, South Wevmouth, Athletic Editor, ' 31; Band, ' 28, ' 29; Class Basketball, ' 31; Class Play, ' 31; Debate, ' 28, ' 29, ' 31; Football Mgr., ' 31; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Lincoln Day Program, ' 30; Prize Sneaking N. C. A. S., Reflector Staff, ' 29, ' 30; Senior Party Committee, ' 31; Track, ' 29; Varsity Club, ' 31. Love is merely a madness. AuCOIN, MARY Mare Classical Course, North Weymouth, Gvm Exhibi- tion. ' 29. T ' y love ne ' er alter till thy svjeet life end. Tiventy-ninc 1931 AVENELL, CONSTANCE Connie Classical Course, East Weymouth, Gvm Exhibition, ' 29; Operetta, ' 31. To live long, it is necessary to live slowly. BALL, FRANCES Frannie, Fran General Course, South Wevmouth, Gvm Exhibition, ' 29. Sweet mercy is nobility ' s true badge. BAILEY, HERBERT Barney Shoemaking Course, Wevmouth Landing. Tra de School, Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31; Football, ' 29, ' 30. Constancy is found in the strangest places. BALES, HELEN Sue Classical Course, Weymouth Landing. Baseball, ' 28, ' 29; German Club, ' 31; Gym Exhibition, ' 29. Her manner r uiet and nature mild. BEARCE, DOROTHY Dot Classical Course, East Weymouth, Baseball, ' 28, ' 29; Class Play; Decoration Committee of Junior Party; Junior Nominating Committee; Gym Ex- hibition, ' 29; Operetta, ' 31; Who ' s Who. Stolen glances, sweeter for the theft. BEATON, MAUDE Classical Course, South Weymouth, Class Outing Committee, ' 30; Class Play; Decoration Committee for Senior Reception, ' 30; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Puppet Show. ' 31; Reflector Staff, ' 31; Refreshment Committee for Freshman-Senior Party, ' 31 ; Who ' s Who. True to her word, her work and her friends. BEDFORD, BARBARA Barb Bu siness Course, North Wevmouth:, Gvm Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. She has been nothing but sweetness and (rood humor. BENNETT, CHARLES Chick Shoemaking Course, North Wevmouth, Gvm Exhibi- tion, ' 28; Football, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Hockev, ' 28; Baseball, ' 29, 30. ' 31; Basketball. ' ?9. ' 30. ' 31; Var- sitv Club, ' 31; Trade School Exhibition; ' 30, ' 31. Do it. end see if I care. T iirty 1931., BLANCH ARD, RUTH Ruth Business Course, South Weymouth, Operetta, ' 30; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. Gay, good nature sparkles in her eyes. BLACKWELL, ELEANOR Peanuts, Blackie Classical Course, North Weymouth, Baseball, ' 28, ' 29; Basketball, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30; Decorating Commit- tee for Freshman-Senior Party; Gvm Exhibition, ' 29. A good sport, a good friend. BOUDREAU, BERNICE Bee Business Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29. I ' ll go meet the gentlemen. BOWIE, CALVIN Boy Automobile Repair Course, Weymouth Landing, Debate, ' 30, ' 31; Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31. Oh, don ' t be so foolish, of course I ' m right. BRADY, MARY General Course, Weymouth Landing. She is meek and soft and maidenlike. BRYANT, LEONARD Len Classical Course, Weymouth Landing, Band, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30; Four Year Honor Roll; President of French Club, ' 31; Nominating Committee, ' 30; Operetta, ' 28, ' 30; Orchestra, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30; Outing Committee, ' 30. He is lifeless that is faultless. BURNE, MARJORIE Mar) Classical Course, South Weymouth, German Club, ' 31; Gvm Exhibition, ' 29; Operetta, ' 30, ' 31; Puppet Show. ' 31. I ' ll note you in my book of memory. BUTLER, CHARLES General Course, East Wevmouth. Still ivaters run deep. ' Charlie ' Thirty-one COLARUSSO, GEORGE Col General Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Athletic Entertainer, ' 29; Senior Decorating Committee, ' 31; Class Basketball, ' 31; Operetta, ' 31. Happy am I, from care I ' m free. COLLIGAN, ELEANOR El Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Picture Committee, ' 31; Typewriting Certifi- cate, ' 30. Thought is deeper than all speech. COLLINS, MARY Mae . Business Course, Weymouth Landing, Decorating Committee, ' 31; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Class Play, ' 31. O, the twinkle of her eyes! CON ROY, MARIE Classical Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Reflector Staff, ' 31; French Club, ' 30; Secretary of French Club, ' 31 ; Operetta, ' 31 ; Senior Party Committee; Salutatorian. A (juiet even temperament and in her work she ' s i uite content. COOKE, WINIFRED Winnie General Course, Weymouth Landing. Her talents were of the more silent class. CORMACK, RUTH Ruthie Business Course, South Weymouth, Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. The mildest manners and the gentlest heart. COURTNEY, AGNES Aggie. Bobbie Business Course, South Wevmouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29. A f ace ivith gladness o ' erspread. COX, ELEANOR El Business Course, North Weymouth, Gvm Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Glee Club, ' 30; Operetta, ' 29, ' 31 ; Chair- man Senior Dance Committee, ' 31 ; Entertainer at Freshman-Senior Party, ' 31 ; Reflector Staff, ' 31 ; Memorial Day Program, ' 31. Sometimes grave and sometimes gay, But we like her anyway. Thirty-two BUTMAN, NETTIE Perry ' Business Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Pianist for Operetta, ' 31. I ' m waiting for only one. CARUSO, JOSEPHINE Jo Classical Course, East Weymouth, Class Play, ' 31 ; Debating, ' 28 ; Entertainer at Freshtnan-Senior Party; Four Year Honor Roll; French Club, ' 30, ' 31; German Club, ' 31; Glee Club, ' 30, ' 31; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Lincoln Dav Program, ' 31; Operetta, ' 31 ; Reflector Staff, ' 30, ' 3l . The eye is the mirror of the soul. CASWELL, MAR J OR IE Mar), Peggy Business Course, South Weymouth, Basketball, ' 28, ' 31; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Operetta, ' 29, ' 30; Class Play; Senior Dance Committee ' 31; Class Treas- urer; Four Year Honor Roll. Smart, capable, and demure, She ' ll make a success, we ' re very sure. CATON, ALFRED DENT Al Technical Course, Weymouth Heights, Track, ' 30; Class Play, ' 31; Football, ' 31; Operetta, ' 31; Basketball, ' 31 ; Senior Dance Committee, ' 31. The great big man from the South. CICCHESE, ANNA Anne Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Tyepwriting Certificate, ' 30. Forsooth she is a gentle amazon. CIGNARELLA, ALFRED Ciggy Automobile Repair Course, East Weymouth Trade School Exhibition, ' 29, ' 30; Baseball, ' 29; Basket- ball, ' 30; Debate, ' 29, ' 30. Better late then never. CLAPP, LILLIAN Im- practical Arts Course, East Weymouth, Gym Ex- hibition, 29; Ring Committee, ' 30; Entertainment Committee Junior Party, ' 30. Vital spark of heavenly flame! CLARK, GEORGE Carpentry Course, Trade Exhibition, ' 29, ' 30; Bas- ketball, ' 29, ' 30; Operetta, ' 30; Citizenship Club, ' 28; Debate, ' 29; Basketball, ' 29, ' 30. Hit the nail on the head. Thirty-three 1931 CROMN, RICHARD Dif Business Course, East Wevrnouth, Varsity Club, ' 31; Football, 30, ' 31; Golf Team, ' 30, ' 31; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Junior Party Committee, ' 30; Junior Nominating Committee, ' 30; Senior Party Commit- tee, ' 31; Class Baseball, ' 30, ' 31; Class Basketba .1, ' 31. There ' s the humor of it. CROTO, FRED Tudy Printing Course, East Weymouth, Trade School Exhibition, ' 29, ' 30; Operetta, ' 30; Citizenship Club, ' 29. What of it, I u-ill Jo it over again? ( ( SHING, V I I.BERT Business Course, South Weymouth, Debate, ' 3! ; Track, ' 31; Senior Decorating Committee ; Prophecy Committee, ' 31; Class Play; Class Baseball, ' 31; Typewriting Certificate; Gym Exhibition; Four Year Honor Roll. Hold, quick, ingenious , capable. DAHLQUIST, THEODORE General Course, East Weymouth, 31. Mark me, hoiB still I am. Ted Class Basketball, DALEY, JOHN Jack General Course, East Weymouth, Band, ' 30, ' 31 ; Basketball, ' 31; Golf, ' 31 ; Orchestra, ' 30, ' 31. The best of rebels never arm. DEACON, S. WINN I FRED Winnie Practical Arts Course, East Weymouth, Gym Ex- hibition, ' 29; Junior Party Decorating Committee. Merry as the day is long. DELORV, JOHN Johnnie, Pumpkin Carpentry Course, East Weymouth, Baseball, ' 29; Citizenship Club, ' 29; Debate, ' 30; Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31; Class Secretary, ' 31. did it, and I ' m glad. DE LUCA, CATHERINE Kay Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition. ' 29 ; Senior Dance Decorating Committee ; Basket- ball, ' 31; Baseball, ' 31; Reflector Staff Secretary, ' 31; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30; Class Play. A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance. Thirty-four FRENCH, BARBARA Practical Arts Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29. Looks are deceiving . GAAB, JOHN Johnnie Technical Course, Wevmouth Landing, Class Base- ball, 30, ' 31. .J youth light-hearted and content. GARDNER, ALFRED Al General Course, North Weymouth, Debating, ' 31. (■ never walks; he has a Chev. GARVEY, THOMAS Tome Busine-. ' -i Course, North Weymouth, Track, ' 31; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Prophecy Committee, ' 31; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. For Caesar was ambitious. GIK1S, AMELIA Jean Business Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Basketball, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. The Thousand and One Nights. GOLDSWORTHY, VIOLA Vi Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. He that knows little soon repeats it. GOODWIN, DORIS Tubby Classical Course , South Weymouth, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Operetta, ' 30; Glee Club, ' 30. As large as life, and twice as natural. GOULD, MYRTLE Myrt Business Course, East Wevmouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29. How pleasant she is! Thirty-five KEFLECT€K wW GRIDLEV, BOYD Goid Technical Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; German Club, ' 31; Track, ' 28, ' 29; Senior Dance Committee, ' 31; Reflector Staff, ' 31. A man iv io blus irs isn ' t i uite a brute. GRIDLEY, RICHARD Dick Technical Course, South Weymouth, Ring Commit- tee, ' 30; Senior-Freshman Party Decorating Com- mittee, ' 31; German Club, ' 31; Track Manager, ' 31 ; Gym Exhibition, ' 29. Go on; I ' ll follow t irr. GCINDON, GEORGE Tex, Ed General Course, South Weymouth, Senior Dance Decorating Committee, ' 31 ; Staff artist for Reflec- tor, ' 31. How ' s the weather up thrre? HALL, JEAN Business Course, East Weymouth, Basketball, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Freshman-Senior Party Decorating Committee; Entertainer at Fresh- man-Senior Partv; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30; Sketch Club, ' 30, ' 31 ; Class Ode. She has a merry eye and a sunny dis position. HAXNAFORD. LIEN Babe Business Course, East Wevmouth, Gvm Exhibition, ' 29. Good tilings come in small packages. HENLEY, PHILIP Phil Carpentry Course, East Wevmouth, Trade School Exhibition, ' 31; Basketball, ' ' 31 ; Track, ' 29, ' 30, 31; Baseball, ' 30; Citizenship Club, ' 29. You bet I ' m right. HIGGINS, CECILIA Celia Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition. ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30; Senior Dance Committee, 31. This girl sure is true blue. YOUNG, MARGARET Peggy ' ' Classical Course, North Weymouth, Gvm Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Orchestra, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31. shall speak in a ccf monstrous voice. Thirty-six 93U DANCBIO, JAMES Widdy Printing Course, East Weymouth, Citizenship Club, ' 29; Trade School Exhibition; Class Basketball, ' 29; Debate, ' 30; Baseball, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31. You pull and my end will follow. DOLAX, DOROTHY Dot Business Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. She ' ll make them better, or make them worse DONOVAN, JOHX Dunny, Obrien Automobile Repair Course, Xorth Weymouth, Base- ball, ' 30; Debate, ' 30, ' 31. I ' m all right, the world ' s all wrong. DUFF, RUTH Duffy Business Course, East Wevmouth, Gvm Exhibition, ' 29; Orchestra, ' 30, ' 31. Zealous hut modest. DULKA, STEPHAXIE Stella, Ben Business Course, North Wevmouth, Gvm Exhibition, ' 29. Anything for a snappy life. DWYER, ELEANOR Business Coarse, Weymouth Landing, Gym Ex- hibition; R fbctor Staff, ' 31; Assembly Speaker, ' 31; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30; Class Play, ' 31. IV hat ever there he of sorrow, I ' ll put it of ' til tomorrow. ELLIS, MILDRED Millie Business Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30; Reflector Staff, ' 31 : Publicity Committee, ' 31. The only way to have a friend is to be one. ELLS, EMMA Business Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29 ; Ring Committee, ' 30. Her hair was curled in many a curious fret. Thirty-seven 1931., HILL, ELEANOR General Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Orchestra, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Lincoln Day Pro- gram, ' 31 ; Entertainer at Freshman-Senior Party, ' 31. Anger dieth (juickly with a good man. HODGES, VIRGINIA Fin, Gin Classical Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Orchestra, 28, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Freshman Senior Party; Refreshment Committee. Laugh, and the world laughs with you. HOGLUND, JOHN Hoagie Printing Course, East Wevmouth, Football, ' 28, ' 29; Basketball, ' 28, ' 29; Varsity Club, ' 31; Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31; Ring Committee, ' 30; Prophecy Committee, ' 31 ; Class Vice-President, ' 31 ; Who ' s Who. What do I rarr what anyone says. HOBSON, PRESCOTT Preskie Printing Course, East Weymouth, Operetta, ' 31; Debate, ' 30; Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31; Class Basketball, ' 29; Citizenship Club, ' 29. ' 77 print it and shame the fools. HOLLIS, ELIZABETH Classical Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Junior Party Dance Committee; Class Play. She adds a precious seeing to the eye. HOUSTON, ERNESTINE Tine General Course, South Weymouth, Operetta, ' 29, ' 30; Puppet Show. All hope abandon, ye who join with me. HUDON, OLGA Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition. ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. ' She is the mirror of sincerity. HYNES, KATHERINE Business Cours e, South Weymouth. Eat, drink, and he merry. ' Kay, Kilty ' Thirty-right 1931 INFUSINO, FRANK Infant Automobile Repair Course, Hingham, Baseball, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Basketball, ' 30, ' 31; Trade School Exhibi- tion, ' 30, ' 31; Class Treasurer, ' 31; Varsity Club, ' 31. wish the women would leave me alone. JACOBSON, ERIC Jake Shoemaking Course, North Weymouth, Football, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Football Captain, ' 29; Basketball, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31. See if I care. JARDINE, CHARLES Charlie Technical Course, East Weymouth, Class Basket- ball, ' 30, ' 31; Football, ' 31; Varsity Club, ' 31; Class Baseball, ' 31. Happy the people whose annals are brief. JONES, RUTH Curley Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29. An artist she will be! KARSTUNEN, ELLEN Blondic Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29. A sweet natural blond. KELLY, CATHERINE K ' . ' Business Course, Weymouth Landing, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29. Content to follow when ive lead the way. KEEN AN, LAWRENCE Larry Technical Course, East Weymouth. Straight and strong with eyes of blue. KEMP, MALCOLM Mac, Mai, Kern pic Technical Course, East Weymouth, Operetta. ' 29; German Club, ' 31; Varsity Club, ' 31; Football, ' 30, ' 31; Track, ' 29, ' 30 ' 31 ; ' Class Baseball, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Class Basketball, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Senior Dance Committee, ' 31. Hail, fellow, well met. Thirty-nine 931., KENDRICK, MARY M? ' Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. She ' ll surprise us yet! KENNEDY, KENNETH Ken Classical Course, North Weymouth, Track, ' 31; Reflector Staff, ' 31. A finished gentleman from tup to toe. KJELLMAN, ALLAN Classical Course, North Weymouth. . man of feu- words. ■ II LAMBE, SADIE Sal Classical Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Motto Committee, ' 31; Prophecy Committee, ' 31; Class Play; Four Year Honor Roll. Merit is worthier than fame. LANE, F A RLE Lanie Printing Course, East Weymouth, Citizenship Club. ' 29; Debate, ' 29; Trade ' School Exhibition, ' 29, 31; Trade Basketball, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Track, ' 31. What will they Jo without met LAWRENCE, VIVIAN Ve Genera! Course, Weymouth Landing, Operetta, ' 31 ; Refreshment Committee Freshman-Senior Partv; Basketball, ' 30; Glee Club, ' 31. Soft is the music that would charm forever! LEAHY, CATHERINE Kate, Duchie Business Course, South Weymouth, Ring Committee, ' 30; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Reflector Staff, ' 31. The foree of her own merit makes her way. LEA V ITT, RUTH Brownie Practical Arts Course, Weymouth Landing. Gym Exhibition, ' 29. Not stepping o ' er the bounds of modesty. Forty LEBOSSIERE, ALICE Al Classical Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Ring Committee, ' 30; Operetta, ' 31; Entertain- ment Committee Freshman-Senior Party, ' 31. Laughing at this, laughing at that, Yet nobody knows what shr ' s laughing at. LEWIS, WALTER Technical Course, East Weymouth, German Club, ' 31; Ring Committee, ' 30; Class Basketball, ' 30, ' 31. A good companion makes good company. LINN EH AN, CATHERINE Business Course, Weymouth Landing, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. One of the quiet ones. LIPPINCOTT, BERNICE Bee General Course, North Weymouth, Glee Club, ' 31; Operetta, ' 31; German Club, ' 31; Picture Commit- tee, ' 31; Junior Party Refreshment Committee; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Basketball, ' 29. She has a wandering mind. MacFAUN, ELIZABETH Betty Business Course, East Wevmouth, Gvm Exhibition, ' 29. A rollicking good nature is an amiable weak- ness. MacKEAN, ARCHIE Artie Technical Course, East Weymouth, Track, ' 28; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Junior Party Decorating Com- mittee, ' 30; Operetta, ' 31; German Club, ' 31; Base- ball Manager, ' 31 ; Freshman-Senior Party Refresh- ment Committee, ' 31. Fortune favors the brave. MAHONEY, MARTIN Classical Course, Weymouth Landing, Football, ' 30, ' 31; Class Basketball, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Assistant Base- ball Manager, ' 30; Reflector Staff, ' 30; Varsity Club, ' 31 ; Junior Party Refreshment Committee, ' 30; Operetta, ' 31; Stage Manager; Class Plav; Class Marshal. He talks to all who stand and listen. MANUEL, FRANCES Franie Business Course, East Weymouth, Class Color Com- mittee; Four Year Honor Roll. That smile of yours will cause you trouble yet. Forty-one 1931 McBRIDE, BEATRICE Bee ' General Course, North Weymouth. Draft: till your ink be dry! McCRILLIS, MARJORIE Classical Course, South Weymouth. A quiet girl you think you see; Your thought is right concerning me. McMORROW, (CATHERINE Kay Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Basketball, ' 29; Typewriting Cert.ficate, ' 30. She has a merry eye and a sunny smile. MINNS, RALPH I.ightnia ' Agricultural Course, East Weymouth, Poultry Judge, ' 29; Livestock Judge, ' 30, ' 31; Footba.l, 31. What ' s the use of hurrying f MILLET I E, MARY Pal Business Course, Weymouth Heights, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30; Operetta, ' 30. Modesty is the beauty of tun men. MILLER, FLORENCE Tootsie, Toots Business Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibition. ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. Little and good. ' MITCHELL, VIOLET VP Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. She ' s all my fancy painted her. MORRISON, HAZEL Classical Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; German Club, 31. As innocent as a lamb. Forty-two MOULTON, JOHN Johnnie, Rugged! ' Charlie Technical Course, Wevmouth Heights, Football, 28, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Orchestra, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Band, ' 29, ' 30; Baseball Manager, ' 30; Nominating Committee, ' 30; Varsity Club President, ' 31; Class Presidents; Four Year Honor Roll. A perfect all-round man. NASH, CONSTANCE Connie, Sid ' Classical Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Operetta, ' 30, ' 31; Reflector Staff, ' 30, ' 31; Freshman-Senior Party, Decorating Committee; Glee Club, ' 31; Class History Committee; Enter- tained at Freshman-Senior Party. A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the best of men. NOLAN, RUTH Ruthie Classical Course, East Weymouth, Gym. Exhibition, 29; Freshman-Senior Party Refreshment Commit- tee, ' 31. How good it feels. ' The hand of an old friend. NORWOOD, MARIE Meme General Course, Weymouth Landing, Senior Pub- licity Committee; Class Prophecy Committee. A jolly good pal is long remembered. O ' CONNOR, EDWARD O ' Kie Carpentry Course, East Weymouth, Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31 ; .Citizenship Club, ' 29. What would the carpenters do without me? OLIVA, ELEANOR Elite, El Business Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. Little, but oh my. ' OLIVA, VIRGINIA I ' igie Business Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30; Four year honar roll; Banquet Committee, ' 31. She is full of fun, wit and fire. PEARSON, DOROTHY Dot Classical Course, Weymouth Heights, Debate, ' 28, ' 29; Memorial Day Program, ' 28; Gvm Exhibition! ' 29; Operetta, ' 30; French Club, ' 30, ' 31; Lincoln Day Program, ' 30; Assembly Speaker, ' 31; Class Play; Four Year Honor Roll. For even tho ' vanquished, she would argue still. Forty-three 1931 PETERSON, ELSIE Business Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Basketball, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Typewriting Certifi- cate, ' 30. Occupation alone is happiness. PETERSON, KARL Technical Course, North Weymouth, Track, ' 28 ' 29. .7 face with gladness overspread. PETRrCEI.i l, JERRY Murphy General Course, East Weymouth Band ' 28, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Decorating Committee, ' 30; Cheer Leader, Basketball, ' 31. The ivord ' rest ' is not in my vocabulary. PHILBROOK, MARION Business Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Operetta, ' 30; Glee Club; Reflector ' ' Staff. For she is just the quiet kind Whose nature never varies. WOOD, MAE Te . r ! ry Business Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Pin, ' 30; Typewriting Certificate, ' 3H; Reflector Staff, ' 31. She hath a daily beauty in her life. PICA, GAETON Jim Printing Course, East Weymouth, Baseball, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Basketball. ' 30. ' 31; Trade School Exhibition. ' 30, ' 31. You ' re crazy, I ' m not chenn-ing gum. PRATT, HELEN Peanut! ' Shorty, Shrimp Business Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Orchestra, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Typewriting Certifi- cate, ' 30; Freshman-Senior Party ; Decorating Com- mittee; Senior Dance Committee; Glee Club. She ' s everything that ' s nice. PRAY, MYRTLE Classical Course, Weymouth Landing, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29 ; Editor Reflector ; Motto Committee ; Puppet Show. ' 31; Class Play; Senior Party Enter- tainment Committee. The dignity of icomanhood. Forty-four REILLY, DOROTHY Dot Classical Course, Weymouth Landing, Gym Ex- hibition, ' 29; Class Colors Committee, ' 30; Operetta, ' 31 ; Picture Committee, ' 31. She is very good, and much beloved. RYERSON, WALTER Normie General Course, East Weymouth, Track, ' 29, ' 31 ; Class Baseball, ' 30, ' 31; Football, ' 30; Cross Coun- try Manager, ' 31; Class Basketball, ' 30, ' 31. A sober prince ' s government is best. SHAW, ALEC General Course, East Weymouth. Fortune favors the brave. ' AT SMITH, HAZEL Classical Course, Wevmouth Landing, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Basketball, ' ' 28, ' 29; French Club, ' 31; German Club, ' 31; Puppet Show, ' 31. Hov,- kind and siveet she is. SNOW, WALTER Walt, Jack, Lefty, Wally Business Course, South Weymouth, Baseball, ' 31 ; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Senior Party Entertainment Committee; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. Love is a pleasing but a various clime. STONE, MARY Pat BuMnes Course, Weymouth Landing, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30; Junior Party Committee, ' 30; Freshman-Senior Party; Glee Club, ' 30. Mary ' s Flaming Hair! There ' s nothing in this school at all That ixith it can compare. STURTEVANT, JOSEPHINE Jo, Bubs. Joy Classical Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Glee Club, ' 31; Operetta, ' 30- Refreshment Committee Freshman-Senior Party, ' 31; German Club, ' 31; Memorial Day Program, ' 31; Baseball Tournament, ' 28, ' 29; Entertained at Freshman- Senior Party; Who ' s Who. Skf has a merry eye and a sunny disposition. TALLMAN, MARIETTA Mary Practical Arts Course, Weymouth Landing, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Puppet Show, ' 31. Never missed enjoyment for homeiuork. Forty-five FISHER, OLIVE Ollie, Fish Practical Arts Course, North Weymouth, Gym Ex- hibition, ' 29; Decorating Committee, ' 31. Ever ready as a friend. FLETCHER, ROBERTA Bert Business Course, Weymouth Landing. Basketball, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Glee Club, ' 31. Merry as the day is lung. FLOCKH ART, MAY Flockie Business Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. A soft answer turneth away wrath. FLVNN. MARY Business Course, South Wevmouth, Gvm Exhibition, ' 29. Never changing, always pleasing. FOLEY, JAMES General Course, East Weymouth. Reserved and shy. ' Jim ' ' Frog ' FORCIER. CHARLES Shoemaking Course, South Weymouth. Keep your shop, and you shop will keep thee. ' FOSKETT, NORMAN General Course, East Wevmouth, Operetta, ' 31 ; Track, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30; Football, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Four Year Honor Roll. Kindness , nobler ever than revenge. FREDRICKSON, RICHARD Dick Automobile Repair Course, South Weymouth Trade School Exhibition. ' 30, ' 31; Debate, ' 30, ' 31. ' give in. Forty -six TAYLOR, OLA JEAN Olie, Skeeze Classical Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Ring Committee, ' 30; History Committee, ' 31; Four Year Honor Roll. She has the genius to be loved. TEAGUE, LENDALL Lemon General Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Senior Party Entertainment Committee. Love fears nothing else but anger. THOMAS, JOSEPH Jo Carpentry Course, Hingham, Football, ' 31; Basket- ball, ' 29, ' 30, 31; Track, ' 30; Trade School Ex- hibition, ' 30, ' 31; Varsity Club, ' 31; Citizenship Club, ' 29. And then I forget. THURSTON, HELEN Len Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Decorating Committee, ' 30; Class Outing Com- mittee, ' 30; Operetta, ' 30; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30; Typewriting Pin, ' 30; Entertainment Commit- tee Freshman-Senior Party, ' 31. Her appetite for pleasure is second nature. TIRRELL, EDITH Edc Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. Modesty is the mother of virtue. TOMPKINS, WINNIFRED Winnie Business Course, South Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. A leading part is hers. TRAVIS, EDNA CLAIRE Ed General Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Memorial Day Program, ' 31; Baseball Tour- nament, ' 28, ' 29. A little bit of love. TRENEAR, ROBERTA Bobby- Business Course, South Weymouth, Operetta, ' 29, ' 30. W ell, you see, it was this way. Forty-seven 1934 TUTTY, ISABEL Classical Course, North Weymouth, Gym Exhibi- tion, ' 29. A good, faithful friend. UPTON, MARY Business Course, East Weymouth, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, ' 30. Silence is golden. Uppie Gvm Exhibition, VAN METER, WILLIAM Van Automobile Repair Course, South Wevmouth, Track, ' 30, ' 31; Basketball. ' 31; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; De- bate, ' 29, ' 30; Class President. ' 31. You flatter me. VEERLING, JOHN Johnny, Phoenix Technical Course, Wevmouth Heights, Track, ' 28, ' 29; Band, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Band Director, ' 30, ' 31; Operetta, ' 29, ' 30; Nominating Committee, ' 30; Junior Party Committee, ' 30; Orchestra, ' 30, ' 31; Picture Committee, ' 31; Vice-President; Four Year Honor Roll; Valedictorian. An amiable boy of very good abilities. VIRTA, VERA Bunny Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Typewriting Certificate, 30. Women in mischief are niser than men. WARNER, HERMANN Mike Technical Course, East Wevmouth, Track, ' 28; Football, ' 28, ' 30, ' 31; Class Baseball, ' 30; Class Basketball, ' 30, ' 31; Decoration Committee, ' 30, ' 31; Golf Team, ' 30, ' 31; Class Play Publicity Commit- tee, ' 31 ; German Club, ' 31 ; Operetta. No female has a claim on me (?) shall die a bachelor ! WASHBURN, JOSEPH Joe Business Course, East Weymouth, Band, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Varsity Club, ' 31; Orchestra, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Track, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Captain, ' 31; Cross Country, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Captain, 31; Class Basketball, ' 31; Arbor Day Program. He is up to snuff. ' WORMALD, VINCENT Tin Printing Course, Weymouth Landing. Citizenship Club, ' 29; Debate, ' 30; Operetta, ' 30; Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31; Track, ' 31. He didn ' t say I had to stay so I ' m going home Forty-eight WING, FRANK Automobile Repair Course, East Weymouth, Debate, ' 30, ' 31; Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 3L You should see me leave him in the dust. ' HIGGINS, JOHN Business Course, East Weymouth, Gym. Exhibition, ' 29; Operetta, ' 30. Whistle, and she ' ll come- to you. PHILLIPS, HENRY Smitey? Carpentry Course, East Weymouth, Debate, ' 30 ; Citizenship Club, ' 29; Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31. When he yets what he wants he never wants it. SPINNEY, BURGESS Burt Technical Course, East Weymouth, Track, ' 28, ' 29; Class Baseball, ' 29; Class- BJasketball, ' 28, ' 29; Hockey, ' 28, ' 29; Orchestra ' 29, ' 30, ' 31:; German Club Secretary, ' 31. Slow and steady. ' GORMLEY, WILLIAM Cat, Snooky, Shook ' ums Shoemaking Course, South Quincy:. Watch thou sole. AMOROSO, FILOMENA Filly Classical Course, East Weymouth, Baseball, ' 29: Class Play, ' 31; French; Club, ' 30] ' 31 ' ; German Club, ' 31; Glee Club, ' 31; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Lincoln Day ProgTam, ' 31 ; Reflector Staff, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31. She ' s everybody ' s friend ' . ' BARKER, LEONARD Dusty Carpentry Course, Weymouth Landing, Citizenship Club, ' 29; Debate, ' 30; Trade School Exhibition,. ' 30. ' 31. A carpenter is known by his chips. ' . COLE, WILLIAM King Cole Carpentry Course, East Weymouth, Trade Exhibi- tion. ' 29, ' 30; Citizenship Club, ' 28. Never do today that which can be done to- morrow. COWING, WILLIAM Bill Automobile Repair Course, East Wevmouth, Base- ball, ' 29, ' 30, ' 31; Basketball , ' 29, ' 30 ; ' GVm Exhibi- tion, ' 29; Trade School Exhibition, ' 29, ' 3D. Small but happy. ' Continued on Page 5 T Evrty-nine T OG P HS Brainiest Prettiest 1 dumbest Just Friends Fifty-one Irflrrtor taff 1930-1931 Literary Editors Maude Beaton ' 31 Nellie Beaton ' 32 Leonard Bryant ' 31 Josephine Caruso ' 31 Marie Conroy ' 31 Isaeel Dacey ' 32 Sue Harper ' 32 Business Manager John Anderson ' 31 Assistant Business Manager Kenneth Kennedy ' 31 Alumni Constance Nash Editor Myrtle Pray Associate Editors Secretaries Catherine DeLuca ' 31 Eleanor Dvvyer ' 31 Mildred Ellis ' 31 Marion Philbrook ' 31 Mae Wood ' 31 ' 31 Advertising Board Filomena Amoroso ' 31 John Bentley ' 33 Alan Bryant ' 33 Boyd Gridley ' 31 Catherine Leahy ' 31 Mary Reidy ' 33 Eleanor Cox ' 31 Athletics Frederick Andrews ' 31 Art Edward Guindon ' 31 Exchange Edith Baker ' 32 Faculty Adviser P. B. Brown Front row, left to right, Marie Conroy, Josephine Caruso, Mr. Brown, Myrtle Pray, John Anderson, Sue Harper, Filomena Amoroso. Second row, left to right, Catherine DeLuca, Con- stance Nash, Eleanor Dwyer, Catherine Leahy, Maude Beaton, Mary Reidy, Eleanor Cox. I HOSE IN THE PICTURE Third roiv, left to rig it, Edward Guindon, Isabel Dacey, Nellie Beaton, Mildred Ellis, Mae Wood, Marion Philbrook, Frederick Andrews. Fourth roiv, left to right, Kenneth Kennedy, Leonard Bryant, Boyd Gridley. WHO ' S WHO (Continued) NEVA, LEO Bevo Automobile Repair Course, Trade School Exhibi- tion, ' 30, ' 31. Give me freedom instead of a woman. JERPI, EINO Patsy Shoemaking Course, East Weymouth. Pleasingly plump. Gentle of speech, beneficient of mind. DELORY, CHARLES Frog Automobile Repair Course, East Wevmouth, Basket- ball, ' 30, ' 31; Track, ' 30, ' 31; Gym Exhibition, ' 29; Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31. That guy can ' t do as good as 1 can. CAVALLO, JERRY Carpentry Course, East Weymouth, Trade Exhibi- tion, ' 29, ' 30; Baseball, ' 28, ' 29, ' 30; Basketball, ' 29, ' 30; Football, ' 30; Track, 30; Varsity Club, ' 30; Citizenship Club, ' 28. ain ' t gunna worry over that. LA ROCCO, JOSEPH Joe Automobile Repair Course, East Weymouth, Basket- ball, ' 31; Debate, ' 31; Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31. I ' m right, you ' re wrong. LE MAY, DANA Ape Shoemaking Course, Quincv Point, Football, ' 29, ' 30 ' 31: Baseball, ' 29, ' 31; Varsity Club, ' 31. Don ' t he so cruel to me. ' Fergy ' FERGUSON, DONALD Shoemaking Course, Weymouth Landing. study I can get good marks. REILLY, FRANCIS Technical Course, Weymouth Landing, Gym Ex- hibition, ' 28; Debating, ' 29; Drafting Exhibition, ' 31. He is like a brook — noisy but small. SANDERS, RUTH Ruthir Practical Arts Course, North Weymouth, Gvm Ex- hibition, ' 29; Glee Club, ' 31. She is as nice as can be. SHEPPARD, FRANCIS Carpentry Course, North Weymouth, Debate ; Cit- izenship Club, ' 29; Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31. Watch my smoke. SHIELDS, JOHN Johnnie General Course, Weymouth Landing, Decorating Committee, ' 30; Basketball, ' 31. Sleep is better than medicine. SYLVESTER, HERBERT Sulley Carpentry Course, East Weymouth, Trade School Exhibition, ' 30, ' 31; Citizenship Club, ' 29; Debate, ' 30. After you I ' m first. McCRILLIS, JOHN Classical Course, South Weymouth, Motto Commit- tee, ' 31. He is the most devoted and innocent infant. Fifty-three 5 nma A group of college students, led by Sonia Markova, plan a surprise party for Professor Smythe, familiarly known as the absent-minded professor . In the midst of the merry-making, Sonia ' s Aunt Martha Mayflower, a prim lady of much lineage and full of oriental philosophy , makes her appearance. She is disturbed by trie frivolity of modern college life and threatens to take her niece from college. Sonia has never seen her father, a Russian nobleman who had been imprisoned during the Bolshevik revolution. She receives a letter that he is alive in a Siberian prison and that if money is sent he will be able to escape. Pat Dunn, the popular hero at college who is in love with Sonia, mistrusts the source of her letter, but the appearance of the conspirators disguised as Rus- sians discredits his suspicion and Sonia prepares to pay the money. However, she decides to go to Russia herself and find her father. In Act II, the curtain rises on a chorus of Bolsheviks assembled in the courtyard of a castle in Siberia, the ancient home of the Markovas. Sonia arrives with her American college chums. They find the castle so inspiring that they decide to stage, on the spot, the musical comedy which has been planned for the spring festival at col- lege. Costumes are secured from a stranded theatrical company, and they prepare a rehearsal young folks suspect that the Bolseviki are ac- of a Bolshevik mob scene. Little do those happy tually preparing an attack on the castle. Mean- while, Pat overhears a plot to have Count Gin- whiski, a no-account nobleman, impersonate the lost father. Pat waylays him and affects the disguise himself. When the real Bolshevik re- bellion breaks out, it is believed to be the re- hearsal and there is pandemonium. In Act III, Sonia finds that her father is, to the surprise of all, none other than the absent minded professor Mr. Smythe. Pat, having unravelled the mystery, wins his reward. Maurice, Peggy and Aunt Martha furnish a lot of wholesome fun. Characters Maurice, A College Sophomore Stewart Loud Sally, A Campus Belle Alice Lebossiere Peggy, A Co-ed Eleanor Cox Aunt Martha Mayflower, Sonia ' s aunt and guardian Constance Nash Pat Dunn, Football Captain Robert Wadman AjARIAH Smythe, Professor of Oriental Philosophy Andrew Abbott Sonia Markova, Queen of the Campus Vivian Lawrence Veda Veronal, In the Cosmetic Line Ruth Stoddard Boris Ivenuff, A Russian by Adoption Berwick Chandler Count Ginwhiski, A No-Account Russian Nobleman Herman Warner Drosky, A Cossack Officer .. Martin Mahoney Sergeant of U. S. Marines George Hartshorn First Marine Dent Caton Second Marine Boyd Gridley Third Marine Norman Foskett Fourth Marine Archibald MacKean First Girl Josephine Caruso Second Girl Marjorie McAleer Third Girl Marjorie Burne Violinist Eleanor Hill Russian Dance George Colarusso Russian Dance Maude Hunt Tap Dance Marie Conroy Special Patricia Lyons Synopsis of Scenes Act I. A Garden on the Campus of Ox- ford University, Oxford, Mis- souri. (An afternoon in May.) Act. II. Courtyard of Russian Castle in Siberia. (A morning in July). Act III. The same. (That afternoon). ACT I 1. Overture Instrumental 2. Opening Chorus, Our College Days Peggy, and Chorus of Students 3. Make Hay While the Sun Shines Maurice, Peggy and Chorus 4. In a Garden of Glorious Girls Pat, Ensemble and Special Dance 5a. Queen of May Son ia and Chorus 5b. The School of Love Pat, Sonia and Chorus 6. My Sonia (waltz duet) Chorus 7. Clinging Vine Maurice and Veda 8. Off to Russia (Finale I) Sonia, Pat and Ensemble ACT 11 9f Introduction, Dance and Chorus Chorus of Bolsheviki Russian Dance George Colarusso Chorus Russian Dance Maude Hunt Fifty- five f??C REFLECTOR 10. All aboard Sonia, Principals and Churns 11. Colleen (Duet) Peggy and Maurice with Specialty Chorus 12. Java Veda, Peggy and Maurice Specialty Patricia Lyons 13a. Scena Pat and Sonia 13b. Ina Garden of Glorious Girls Pat and Sonia 14. If the Right Man Comes Along Sonia, Peggy, and Maurice 15a. Russia, Russia (Entrance Music) Chorus of Bolsheviki 1 5b. Incidental Music Instrumental 16. Now the Castle is on Fire (Finale II) Principals and Chorus ACT III 17a. Introduction Instrumental 17b. Mem ' ries Sonia, Aunt Martha. Maurice and Churns 18. Fascination I eda 19. Professor Professor Smythe and Marines 20. Romance (Duet) Pat and Sonia 21. Finale Ensemble Music by High School Orchestra Alan Bryant John Spurr John Daley John Veerling Henry Hanhisalo Gardner Jones Warren Hilton Barbara Cleaves John Moulton Vera Cleaves William Mousley Ruth Duff Francis O ' Brien Eleanor Hill P rank Rivelle Louise Merrill Richard Roche Helen Pratt Bernard Ruscetta Mary Sabins Burgess Spinney Lillian Winkfield Margaret Young Accompanist Nettie Butman W. H. S. Orchestra Directed by James W. Calderwood Singing Directed by Vance Monroe Scenic Carpentry Weymouth Vocational School Costumes Sewing Department Candy Domestic Science Department Programs Printing Department, Weymouth Vocational School Scenic Painting Operetta directed by Art Department Ftora Haviland McGrath The Weymouth Teacher ' s Association scored a tremendous success in their presentation of George Kelly ' s masterpiece of satirical comedy, The Torch Bearers . It was given on Mon- day evening, May 25, before a large audience in the High School Hall for the benefit of the Scholarship Fund. The three-act play was a farce on The Little Theatre Movement, which a group of wealthy suburbanites were sponsoring for charity. The audience was kept in continual laughter by the many ludicrous situations and the sparkling hu- mor throughout. Fhe perfection and ease with which each member enacted his role added to the enjoyment. While the entire cast deserves praise for his characterization, special approbation must be given Flora Haviland Mc Grath, who not onh successfully coached the play, but also gave an inimitable performance as the dorminant, center- of-the-stage, wholly self-sufficient Mrs. Duro Pampinelli ; to Jalmar Nelson, whose interpre- tation of the husband, Frederic Ritter , who is overcome by the absurd attempts of his wife to become an actress was unusually good ; and to Daniel L. O ' Donnell, who portrayed well the charming and entertaining Huxley Hossefross?. Genevieve Perkins was outstanding in her characterization of the affectionate, but too easily flattered, Paula Ritter, who finally decided she made a better wife than actress. Alice White, as the sixty-year old flapper, Mrs. Nellie Fell , provided considerable comedy with her coquett- ish speeches and gracious manners. Ray Parker, who played the role of Mr. Ralph T wilier , a rather pompous person, was responsible for many laughs. E. Leo Madden as the anxious-to-please, but decidedly inefficient assistant, Mr. Spindler , caused much amuse- ment. Clever bits of acting were done by Waldo Swan as Mr. Stage Manager ; by Alene Clif- ford as Jenny , the housemaid ; by Louise Barker as Mrs. Clara Sheppard , whose hus- band ' s death deprived her of a part in the charity play; and by Francis Martin, who took the part of office boy. Olive Hackett cleverly portrayed the debonaire Miss Florence Mc Cricket . The music between theacts, furnished by the High School Orchestra under the leadership of James W. Calderwood added to the enjoyment. Fifty-six REFLECTOR Weymouth, Massachusetts June 16, 1931 Dear Dot: Millions of things have happened this term. The teachers ' play came on May 25, during which I nearly fell out of my seat laughing, espcially when Mrs. McGrath and Mr. Parker displayed their aesthetic inclinations and when Mrs. McGrath proved that she was indeed the backbone of the cast by heroically holding a stricken member. Then there was the Athletic Dance which was patronized by everybody. Something new was started this year — a Pup- pet Show given under the direction of Miss Silvester, by the Senior Art Classes. The dra- mas, The Singing Master and Hansel and Gretel , held the audience spellbound. The Senior Class play, It Never Rains , held on June 5, was another dramatic success. Newkie Andrews and Dot Pearson, as the leading characters, won the hearts of all present. One day when we seniors came to school, we were all presented with autograph books, which were received very warmly and immediately put to violent usage. At the same time, it was not unusual to see any of the seniors both dignified and undignified running around exchanging pic- tures and comments. It was all very strange to feel ourselves preparing to leave High. Most of us felt as if someone were shoving us out in the cold and slamming the door on us. It is true that we can open the door again to become one of those foreign personages known as P. G ' s . But then the rest of the school rushes by in one grand parade while we stand watching. It ' s no use. Once you ' re out, you ' re out. And you can ' t come back again ; that is, in the same way you were before. Anyway, that ' s what happened to us on the eighteenth of June in ' 31. The exercises started at two o ' clock. John Veerling and Marie Con- roy gave the valedictory and salutatory addresses respectively. After the exercises our fond parents departed and we walked around the campus until the banquet was announced. The Prophecy and the History were read with due respect and ceremony. After everyone had eaten everything, the class enjoyed a dance in the gym. After that we were members of the great mass of the alumnj. All in all, this trip through High School Highlands has been just about right. Here ' s to the success of those who start their hike through College Country and to those who start the journey up the hills of the Land of Life! Love, Mary SENIOR PLAY Once again the class of ' 31 has proved its ability by successfully presenting the senior play entitled It Never Rains , a youthful comedy of romance by Aurania Rouverol — a tale of col- lege, youth, real estate, middle age, and Cali- fornia. The plot concerns the romance of Jimmy Rogers (Frederick Andrews) and Constance Donovan (Dorothy Pearson), who both attend the LJniversity of California. The sterner back- ground of the drama was furnished by Con- stance ' s mother (Filomena Amoroso), her father (Wilbur Cushing), Jimmy ' s mother (Josephine Caruso) and his father (Andrew Abbott). Other members ofthe cast were : Savannah, a colored girl, (Maude Beaton) ; Norleen Sears (Dorothy Bearce) ; Dane Lawson (Dent Caton) ; Mar- jorie Caswell, Eleanor Dwyer, Elizabeth Hollis, College girls ; Roy Anderson, Mary Collins, Catherine DeLuca, Kenneth Kennedy, Sadie Lambe, Walter Lewis, Myrtle Pray, cheer leaders. The Donovans came to California and looked up the Roger es. From then on, the romance grew, — But not unhampered, I assure you — The presence of Norleen Sears (Dorothy Bearce), an up-to-the-minute flapper, who becomes in- fatuated with Jimmy, and Dane Lawson ( Dent Caton) prove obstacles to the romance. The great Amercian game, Bluff, plays a dangerous part also. But, Jimmy and Constance, follow- ing out the saying, Love Conquers All , be- came engaged, and everyone was satisfied. Much credit is due Flora Haviland McGrath, who coached the play, and the cast, who strove so hard to make the play a success. Marie Xorzcoo i Mr. Whittle: What are you doing with broken glass in that pipe? Reilly : Well, you told me if I smoked glass I could see eclipses, but I can ' t even make it light. Fifly-s rvfn JSi REFLECTOR A REVIEW OF OUR SEASON IN ATHLETICS Football Sept. 27 Belmont at Weymouth Weymouth 12, Belmont 6 Oct. 4 Whitman at Whitman Weymouth 19, Whitman Oct. 13 Plymouth at Weymouth Weymouth 0, Plymouth 6 Oct. 18 Norwood at Norwood Weymouth 6, Norwood Oct. 27 Revere at Revere Weymouth 0, Revere 19 Nov. 1 Abington at Weymouth Weymouth 6, Abington 13 Nov. 8 Peabody at Peabody Weymouth 0, Peabody 7 Nov. 15 Dedham at Weymouth Weymouth 6, Dedham Nov. 21 Bridegwater at Weymouth Weymouth 10, Bridgewater 6 ov. 27 Hingham at Hingham Wevmouth 0, Hingham 28 Nov. 30 Celtics at Weymouth Weymouth 20, Celtics Wevmouth played eleven games and won six. Our football squad made a fine showing and this mason ' s record should not be soon forgotten. Basketball Jan. 2 Alumni at Weymouth Weymouth 32, Alumni 21 Jan. 6 Quincy at Quincy Weymouth 19, Quincy 31 Jan. 9 Hingham at Weymouth Weymouth 16, Hingham 32 Jan. 13 Natick at Weymouth Weymouth 9, Natick 24 Jan. 16 Rockland at Rockland Weymouth 14, Rockland 16 Jan. 20 Braintree at Weymouth Weymouth 27, Braintree 22 Jan. 23 Milton at Milton Weymouth 14, Milton 21 Jan. 27 Plymouth at Weymouth Wevmouth 28, Plvmouth 27 Tan. 30 U. S. N. T. ' S. at Wevmi.-th Weymouth 19, U. S. N. T. S. 23 Feb. 3 Natic at Nat ' Vk Wevmouth 18, Natick 39 Feb. 6 Hingham at Hingham Weymouth 12, Hingham 29 Feb. 10 Rockland at Weymouth Wevmouth 23, Rockland 20 Feb. 12 Abington at Weymouth Wevmouth 36, £ bington 24 Feb. 1 7 Quincy at Weymouth Weymouth 12, Quincy 31 Feb. 20 Braintree at Braintree Wevmouth 24, Braintree 22 Feb. 25 Plymouth at Plymouth Wevmouth 29, Plymouth 16 Weymouth plpyed sixteen games and won eight. Fifty-ninr Golf For the first time in her history, Weymouth has played interscholastic golf. Our first match was played with the alumni at the South Shore Country Club. The High School team won 3j4 to 2] 2 . The Newton team defeated Weymouth at Newton by an 8 to 2 score. At Brockton we lost 8y 2 to T 2 . Weymouth defeated Lexington 9 to 0. Weymouth defeated Plymouth 5 to 4. Neptune, Cronin, Daley, Perry, Bkkford, and Abbott are on our first varsity golf team. Golf has shown itself important in the list of school sports, and Weymouth should be able to rank among the highest schools. Tennis Weymouth has not engaged many tennis teams this year. Unfavorable conditions have caused the postponement of all matches but one. Our only march played thus far was at Whit- man. Whitman defeated our team 4 to 0. Bryant, Emerson, Abbott, Hilton. Connolly, Alger, Hunt, and Wadman are on the team at present. Mr. Parker is coaching the squad. F. N. Andreivs ' 31 BASEBALL Weymouth opened her baseball season at Whitman on April 24. Whitman was in good form, and managed to take a 14-0 victory. On May 4, Hingham sent her squad to Wey- mouth to take on our boys. Hingham had a squad of old veterans, and her ability cannot be denied. The final score was Hingham 13, Weymouth 1. Weymouth encountered Dedham at Dedham on May 6, only to suffer her third defeat. Wey- mouth held the upper hand during the first part of the game, but Dedham turned the tables in the last stages, and took a 12-7 victory. Our squad journeyed to Milton on May 8 where it was defeated in a six inning game, 9 to 5. Braintree came to Weymouth on May 12. W ymouth could not throw off her jinx, and was defeated 14 to 6. Weymouth played Dedham for the second time this year on May 20. Our boys seem to put up a classy game when they take on Ded- ham, and they showed real ability. Dedham played the same trick on us as before and won in he last inning 8 to 6. On May 22, Quincy defeated Weymouth at the Quincy point field. Quincy played a fine game and walked away with a 13 to 5 win. Both sides used plenty of talent ; thirty-five players took part in the play. Those who have taken an active part on this year ' s squad are Thomas, Shields, Eldridge, Har- rington, Randall, Cowan, Infusino, Tirre ' .l, Pratt, LaRocco, Stewart, Stella, P. Foskett, Munnal, LeMay, Pica, Murry, Bennett. Mac- Kean has been the manager. F. A. Andrews ' 31 TRACK Our track squad under the direction of Mr. Page, and the managership of Richard Gridley, has had a successful season. An April 16 Weymouth defeated Hingham at the Legion Memorial iFeld. Our boys appeared to be in mid-season form and topped the Hing- hamites 46 to 40. Norman Foskett and Elliot Vining contributed 14 and i l 2 points respec- tively for Weymouth. We scored first in the so ' e vault, the one hundred yard dash, the two twenty yard run, the mile run, the quarter mile and the high jump. Weymouth vs. Braintree On May 6 Weymouth score a technical win over Braintree at the Legion Memorial Field. The final score was 37 to 2 V 2 . Weymouth scored the greatest number of firsts, and in case cfa tie, the meet is usually given to the side win- ning the greater number of firsts. Foskett and Vining again contributed a large share of We; - mouth ' s points. W eymouth vs. Plymouth On May - 12 our track squad journeyed to Plymouth. Our squad has shown itself ex- tremely capable and it was able to give us a 57} 2 to 28 2 win over Plymouth. South Shore District Meet Mr. Page took the team to North Easton on May 23, to try for the South Shore district championship. Weymouth suffered her first de- feat in this meet. Abington won, with 39 1 points. Hingham was second, with 32 4 points. Weymouth was third, with 6 l 2 points. Wal- pole was fourth, with 13 points. Oliver Ames High was fifth, with 6] 2 points. At this time Weymouth has not been defeated in a dual meet. We have met the strongest teams on the South Shore, and at the present Sixty-one Sixty-two time we have defeated them all in equal com- petition. Weymouth will meet Abington on June third and if Weymouth defeats her, we shall establish a claim for an undefeated team in a dual meet. F. N. Andrews ' 31 V A R S I T Y L Coach Kennedy u B During the fall of 1930, the members of the football squad, acting upon Coach Kennedy ' s suggestion, banded together in an attempt to raise the morale of the team as well as the ath- letic standing of the school. From the early meetings, held in the locker-room, the scope of the club ' s work has broadened, until now it plays a prominent part in school life. During the year, it has sponsored several afternoon dances along with the annual Athletic Dance. All have been well attended, and the entire proceeds given over to the school, to establish a fund to pay off bills for injuries incurred in the games, and to purchase athletic equipment. Membership has been limited to those who have earned their letter in a major sport at Weymouth High. In its brief career the Var- sity Club has started several movements of bene- fit to the school. In the future will undoubtedly be an important factor in raising the athletic standing of W. H. S. GIRLS ' ATHLETICS After a hard fight, the Garnets succeeded in winning over their opponents, the Golds, by two points. The final score of the indoor sport tournament was Garnets 185 — Golds 183. In order to win a tournament, it is necessary for a team to have a higher total than the other. The totals are based on the results of the volley ball, basketball and baseball games of the whole year. Miss Jones believes that the girls should have good sportsmanship. By that I mean one should not enter the field of sport just for the honor of receiving a numeral. Therefore, before a girl receives a numeral, it is compulsory that she make two first teams or two second teams and one first. Furthermore she has to be considered a good sport by Miss Jones. The following are the ones who are to re- ceive their numerals: E ' eanor Brayshaw ' 33 Gold Catherine De Luca ' 31 Edna Dixon ' 33 Antoinette Lilla ' 32 Jennie Lilla ' 34 Theda Monroe ' 33 Emily Vanasse ' 33 Marjorie Ward ' 34 Hilda Beal ' 34 Garnet Mary Blanchette ' 33 Lucille Chandler ' 34 Vera Cleaves ' 32 Agnes Colarusso ' 33 Roxanna Fields ' 33 Antoinette Gatto ' 33 Alice Lovell ' 33 Dorothv Marsh ' 33 Rita Mc Cue ' 33 Isabel Mc Donald ' 33 Eleanor Phillips ' 33 Margaret Rennie ' 34 Many of the girls who went out for sports did not receive their numerals. However, they deserve much credit, because they did a great deal in helping their side win. Most of them reported for practice , even though they knew they stood no chance in earning a numeral. The success in athletics of the year of 1931 is grr n tlv due to the efforts of Miss Jones. May the year 1932 be just as successful! Catherine De Luca ' 31 Sixty-three REFLECTOR Sept. S ( )ct. 1 i ?2 Oct. 24 Nov. 7 Nov. Nov. 20 Nov. 25 Nov. 26 Occ. 1 Dec. 12 Dec. 20 Dec. 29 Jan. 21 Feb. 6-7 Mar. 4 Mar. 18 Mar. 27 Apr. 2 Apr. 3 Apr. 7 Apr. 10 Apr. 15. Apr. 20 Apr. 24 Mav 15 Mav 25 May 29 June 5 June 18 REVIEW OF THE YEAR School opened. Columbus Day. First Meeting of SEMLSP at Wey- mouth. Teachers ' Convention. Frosh-Scnior Party. Varsity Club formed High School visited by Old Colony Clu. French Club formed. Thanksgiving Holidays First Matinee Dance First Junior Class Meeting. New Year ' s Party of the Seniors. League Meeting at Durfee High. Operetta Sonia . Lecture on India League Meeting at North Easton. Lecture on Safety. Programme by Public Speaking Classes. Holiday, Good Friday. Lecture on Byrd ' s flight. Se nior Dance. Varsity Dance. Patriots Day Celebrated. Vacation Athletic Dance. Teachers ' Play The Torchbearers . Memorial Day Programme. Senior Play It Never Rains Commencement. A SENIOR CLASS MEETING The seniors held a meeting in Room 114 to discuss graduation clothes. Such noise you nev 1 heard! President Moulton, with the help of Vice-President Yecrling, after banging a few desk covers more than few dozen times, finally secured silence. First came the discussion of boys ' clothes. (That little piece of etiquette, LADIES BEFORE GENTLEMEN , was at least that afternoon evidently unknown to the boys of the class of ' 31). Now who said that girls spend more time on their clothes than they and the clothes are worth together? Well, let me tell you, those senior boys made more fuss over their clothes than — I don ' t know what! First, there was a heated argument about having all dark blue suits or white flannel trousers and dark blue jackets. Ken Kennedy got up and told us where boys ' jackets of a certain new an:l snappy style could be bought reasonably, but the poor fellow got only a lot of boos for his good intentions. Finally they voted, and it was de- cided that the boys should wear white flanne ' trousers and dark blue jackets. Then cairn the big fight. Some boys wanted plain black shoes, and some wanted black and white sport shoes. They slammed each other and talked insult- ingly about this one ' s bank account and that one ' s dough . Class Marshal Mahoney give us a wonderful speech, emphasizing the merits of black and white shoes. Together with the facial expression and elonuent language and fu- tures it was priceless. It was no use ou _ trving to settle the shoe affair; so President Moulton. Sixty-four after almost banging the covers off a few desks and asking some individuals especially to be quiet, finally secured peace. He suggested that we go on to the girls ' clothes. Marie Norwood took the floor, and suggested that the girls wear afternoon ensemble dresses, which they could wear in the evening by simply slipping the jacket off. She also suggested flesh-colored stockings. Stumbling slightly over his adjectives and nouns a little — Can you blame him? — President Moul- ton put Miss Norwood ' s suggestion before the girls, and after a little discussion it was voted to have afternoon ensemble dresses and flesh stock- ings. Then the big fight resumed. Dent Caton was going strong (Dent ' s in his glory when he ' s fi rating. Askhim.), when our wise Vice-Presi- dent moved that the girls and boys finish the meeting in separate rooms. This was done. The results of the separate meetings was that the boys should wear black shoes and green and silver ties, and that the girls should not have dresses of either lace or satin. . Caruso ' 31 THE GERMAN CLUB The German Club of the Weymouth High School has proved most successful this past year. Many of the students may not have a very com- prehensive idea what the German Club is and to what advantage it is to its members. For their benefit let me outline briefly a few facts regarding such. Any junior or senior studying German may become a member of this club. The meetings, which are held twice a month (the exact dates are decided upon in one of the early meetings), are supervised bv two German teachers. 1 his year Miss Humphrey and Miss Mayer were the faculty advisers. The president and the secre- tary are elected at the first meeting. The duty of the president is to take charge of the meetinp. while the secretary must make reports relative to the same. But wait. I almost forgot to tell you why it is to your advantage. I mention this because I know there are many freshmen and sophomores who think that the members of the German Club pro to the meetings and have ice cream, cake, and other luxuries. The members, freshmen and sophomores, will certainly convince you that such is not the case. If it were, all juniors and seniors would be taking German. All conversation carried on at the meetings must be spoken in Deutsch , with some sort of penalty for those who neglect it. In this way the student enlarges his German vocabulary, becomes better fitted to carry on a German con- versation, and last, but not least, he surely fits in with his German teacher. Ask any of this year ' s German Club members ; they ' ll tell you. Remember, students, when the announcement for the first German Club meeting of next year reaches you, simply say, I ' ll be there. Burgess H. Spinney ' 31 , Secretary DEBATE There was a debate given in Weymouth High School by members of the Debating Club on Monday, May 18. The question was: Resolved, That Universal Disarmament is the best way to secure World Peace. The speakers on the affirmative side were F. Andrews, W. Cushing, and A. Bryant. Those on the negative were A. Gardner, T. Garvey, and R. Anderson. The time allowed for each speaker was ap- proximately six minutes, with a two minute re- buttal for each. Mr. Brown acted as chairman. The judges, Mrs. Barnard, Mrs. White, and Mr. Whittle, decided in favor of the affirmative, by a vote of two to one. The Junior and Senior Classes, as well as all the public speaking students, were assembled for this debate. ALUMNI NEWS Morris Stone, W. H. S. ' 19, and Harvard, ' 23, was awarded a fellowship for the year 1930- 31 for study abroad. He has been studying en- gineering at the University of Berlin. He has also travelled about Germany, to visit various laboratories and study all kinds of machinery in operation. Mr. Stone has been connected for several years with the Westinghouse Electric and Machine Company in Pittsburgh, Pennsyl- vania. Foskett Breaks College Shot Put Record For Second Time in Two Years Word has been received from the athletic of- fice of Massachusetts State College that Clifford R. Foskett of East Weymouth, a graduate of Weymouth High School and a junior at the col- lege, has for the second time broken the college Sixty-five REFLECTOR First row, left to riff it, Marshall Bearce, Willard Hunt, Charles Hunt, William Mousley, Joseph Washburn. Second ro w, left to right, J. DeLucia, Jerry Petrucelli Francis O ' Brien, Helen Lang, Agnes Gilligan, Vera Cleaves, Evelyn Libbey Sterling Ritchie, Emery DeRusha, John Daley, Carlton Eisner. Fourth row, left to right, Everett Whitmarsh, Norton Hunt, John Sullivan, Robert Wadman, Melville Alger, Warren Hilton, Robert Inglis, Donald Lang- horst, Mr. Calderwood. Third row, left to right, Paul Remes, Robert Pratt, Lewis Dane, Hallet Hodges. Fifth row, left to right, Jack Nelson, John Veerling. Richard Roche. Back row, left to right, Robert Park, Stewart Loud. record for putting the 16 pound shot a distance of 40 feet 3 inches at the Eastern Intercollegiate meet held at Worcester recently. His previous record made last year in a meet with Worcester Tech was 39 feet 6}4 inches. Foskett has been active in several athletic ac- tivities besides track. He has won his varsity football letter for the past two years, and as a freshman played class basketball and football winning his class numerals in those sports. Fos- kett is a member of Adelphia, upper-class honor- ary society, elected on the basis of character and participation in undergraduate activities. The engagement of Miss Alice Jeanette Adams, to Mr. Kenneth Warren Burgess is announced. Miss Adams was graduated from Weymouth High in 1925. Eleanor Pearson ' 29, now a student at Jack- son College, was in the chorus of The Rose and Sixty-six REFI iv i LECTOR lUffl®? A SCARE Roy and Ted, two brothers, were going from t L eir ranch to a neighbor ' s, in a dilapidated Ford to spend the week-end. When they w;re about half way there a loud report was heard, and Roy said, A blowout. As there were two spares, they had nothing to worry about. When they were fastening the tire in place, Roy said, This is a great place for rattlers. Bill saw a whole nest out here somewhere. I thought you said Bill was full of crazy ideas, said his brother. He may not know skunks from porcupines, but he knows his snakes. Well, we ' ll not argue. You pick up the tools and I ' ll put this tire on back. As Ted was picking up a pair of pliers that had fallen to the ground, something struck his hand. He withdrew it quickly. Just as he did, a whirr was heard. As Roy saw Ted ' s face go deathly white, Bill ' s warning passed through his mind. Ted, he cried, your hand! A thin line of blood showed on the back of his hand. Roy drew his handkerchief out, and made a tourniquet on Ted ' s wrist. Then he drew his gun. Whatever happened, they must kill that rattler. He had bitten — he must die. Roy bent down low, staring beneath the car. Ted was holding his wrist while Roy held the gun. A chuckle came from Roy, who was bent down the farthest, and then he laughed outright, until he caught sight of his brother ' s face. It ' s all right, he said. Don ' t look so scared ; you weren ' t bitten by a snake. Look ! What ! exclaimed his brother. Roy motioned to Ted to bend down lower. As he did, he put his hand under the car, and then he withdrew it. There was that same whirr. Don ' t you see? Roy exclaimed. It is this niece of tin under the running board. When I hit it the same as you did, it whirrs. That is what scratched your hand. Arthur Cooke ' 33 LEARNING TO DRIVE Dad, take me out driving? Sorry, but I have to work in the cellar. But 1 have to learn to drive, haven ' t I? Uh-huh. Well? All right, in a moment. One hour later, which daughter has passed vainly trying to attract his attention, she gets her pillow and scrambles into the car. Now, pull up the choke, step on the starter, and play with the gas. But the car does not turn over. Blast this old tub! It never goes. It ' s just a waste of money, growls father. Dad, won ' t it work better if I turn the key? Sixty-seven Of course. Why don ' t you remember little things like that ? Daughter says nothing. Since she can drive on a straight road, they joggle along for several minutes. Now stop on the hill and start up without sliding backward. Why? Well, kid, why do you suppose? So I shan ' t hit anyone behind me? Just like your mother. Daughter stalls and slides backward till father pulls up the emergency brake. After several attempts, she gets the car over the hill. I ' ll have to take this car to the garage after you get through. The brakes and starter are probably all worn out by this time. Really, Dad, am I as bad as all that? ' I ' m afraid so, kid. It will be a long time before you get your license, I guess. But don ' t you enjoy teaching your daughter to drive? Well, it gives me something to tell the boys in the office, anyway. Dad, you didn ' t tell young Mr. Petterson about my learning to drive, did you? 1 certainly did. You ought to have heard him laugh. He is coming down some day to teach you the finer points of the game. What game? drawled daughter. Don ' t be foolish. You know I didn ' t mean that. Petterson is a fine young man. Perhaps you didn ' t mean that, but you don ' t know him like — oh, what do I do now? Step on the brake, and let that car go ahead. • All right, you did that pretty well. Now, stop up by the next pole. What do I want to stop for? I am going all right, am I not ? But you want to learn to stop, don ' t you? Well, I can stall it, if I want to stop. Yes, but what if you wanted to start im- mediately? Step on the starter. You would ruin the battery. You could get it fixed, couldn ' t you. Land ' s sakes, child! I guess I ' ll get one of the boys to teach you. Petterson ? He is about the only one who would. He would enjoy it, and wouldn ' t be always fussing about my ruining the car. I couldn ' t ruin this one any more anyway. I ' m sorry, daughter. I ' m truly trying to teach you to drive, but you don ' t seem to pick it up like I did. Like you did ! I remember what uncle used to tell us, when he was teaching you to drive. Do you remember that? You were only a little tot. Sure I do. 1 thought it might be useful sometime. You have a good memory, even though you can ' t dr — step on the brake. Won ' t you please turn into the driveway slowly? You almost turned us over the banking. Did I ? I guess I stalled it too. You are perfect at that. Then brother appears. Gosh, Dad, are you still alive? Why not? I thought Sis would surely tip you out. She is an awful driver. She is not. She ' s doing fine and I am mighty proud of her. If you were only as smart and quick as she is ! Don ' t forget to tell Petterson that, will you. Dad 5 G. Tirrell ' 32 DETERMINATION The Winslow estate was situated on the out- skirts of the city of Wilmington. Mr. Winslow had been dead for two years, leaving a wife and two daughters — Millie, his favorite, and Eu- genia, who was, both in taste and appearance, like her mother, Mrs. Winslow, a tall, dark, rather distinguished looking person. She and her daughter Eugenia were included in the smart set of the city. Millie was slightly built, blonde, and sweet. She did not go in for society. When her father was living, she was always with him, devoting herself to more use- ful and valuable interests than dancing. Millie, began Eugenia, I wish you ' d get a new gown for the dance tomorrow evening. You know Ferd Masterson is popular with the y oung set. You ' re lucky to have been picked by him. you know. I ' m not going to get a new dress , Millie calmly stated. What! said Eugenia. Millie, dear! exclaimed Mrs. Winslow. You see, I ' m not going, Millie added hasti- ly. Yes, he asked me. she said as both her Sixty-eight Jgg REFLECTOR mother and Eugenia gave her an astonished look, but I ' ve decided not to go. But, Millie, Ferd Masterson ! How could vou turn him down like that ? That might put us out of the crowd. It ' s terribly silly of you. I ' m not going, I tell you. It seems disgrace- ful to me that so many of us are having what you call a good time while loads of people are starving and shivering, out of work. Oh, it ' s terrible. Why, only today — I s ' pose you ' re going to help some poor creature in distress, sneered Eugenia. Well, I will, just for that, Eugenia Winslow. I ' ll show you what I can do! Now, Millie dear, put in Mrs. Winslow, I wish you ' d be reasonable. Listen to me and Mother, I ' m not going tomorrow night. I ' m positively disgusted with everything and every- body. Just like Dad used to be! said Eugenia. Millie had made up her mind really to do something. The next morning, not heeding pro- testing remarks from Eugenia and her mother, Millie started out for the city. She was going to look about for someone who looked as though he or she really needed aid, financially or other- wise. She arrived in Wilmington about noon, had lunch, and then started her search. She saw many deplorable looking people, but she did not have the courage to speak to most of them. Walking along the walk in front of a coat and dress shop, she noticed a young girl looking wist- fully at the samples in the window. Millie noted that the girl was clothed very scantily, and that there was a hungry, pinched look about her mouth, so she went up to her and spoke kindly. You look cold. Are you? Well, I ' m not very warm, the girl stated, coloring slightly. I wish you ' d let mz help you in some way. I ' d love to buy you a nice warm coat. Would you let me? asked Millie, noticing the eager, but startled look in the girl ' s face. Oh, no, I couldn ' t think of letting you do that, she said hastily. I ' m working, and manage to earn enough to keep my mother and me alive. But thank you a lot. Millie pleaded with her, but to no avail. The girl, though poor, was very proud. Suddenly an idea entered Millie ' s head. She said goodbye to the girl, and started down the street. The girl watched her wistfully as she went along. Millie came to the busiest corner of the city, not a block away from where the girl was standing, still watching. Suddenly, against the traffic lights, Millie started across the street. Brakes squealed. Cars came to a standstill. People shouted. The young girl, startled as she saw Millie attempting to cross the street, dashed after her. Running out into the street, she seized Millie by the arm, and brought her back to safety. You foolish thing, trying to cross then, she gasped. Yes, wasn ' t it foolish ? But — well, I owe my life to you. Goodness, if you hadn ' t grabbed me I ' d have been killed probably. You must ac- cept something for this. Oh, no, protested the girl. I really insist upon it. Why, I shouldn ' t have been able to attend a ball tonight if it hadn ' t been for you. Come on, let ' s look at these pretty coats and dresses. After much persuasion, Millie took the girl into the shop, and had her fitted to some practi- cal, warm clothes. There, thought Millie, after the girl had thanked her tearfully, I did it. That ' ll show Eugenia Winslow that I can do something once in a while, even if I don ' t care to dance. M. Caswell ' 31 YOU ' LL THANK ME WHEN YOU ' RE OLDER You hear it ' fore you go to school ; You hear it on the way. You hear it weeks, you hear it months ; You hear it every day. The teacher says it all the time; You know it now by heart. It ' s wound around you fast and thick; It pierces like a dart. Do this or that, and then you ' ll find You ' ll thank me when you ' re older. Your breath comes hard, your hands convulse — Oh, for a straying boulder! Whene ' er that ' s said when something ' s done. The air keeps growing colder. You wait and see! I ' ll bet you know You ' ll thank me when you ' re older. Carol Seach ' 33 Sixty-nine WAMPITA A laugh that played like music on the wind echoed from the mountains as the lithe figure of an Indian girl skipped lightly over the rocks and down the side of the steep grade. The sun shone brightly on her small hare feet as they tripped down toward the Great Blue River. Once on the hank of the rippling waters, the girl turned and waved a soft brown arm to her pursuer. Her long glistening black hair hung down her back. She was beautiful — a true daughter of Nature. There was a ruddy glow on her cheeks as she sent another tinkling laugh over the hills to echo-land. He was laughing, too, but there was a serious- ness behind his laugh that could not be found in hers. He came with long strides across the bank to the place where she was standing. He also was the picture of health. His shirt collar was thrown open. His dark hair fell forward over his brown eyes. He held out two strong hands and felt the warm softness of hers in them. Wampita, he pleaded, why do you try me so r She drew her hands from h is, crouched on the ground and, gazing into his fond eyes, said, Murdock, I no mean to try you. I am only play with you like little papoose play. He sat on the ground beside her. Wampita, his rich voice questioned, do you know what it is to be in love? Did you ever love anyone? The double question put before her gave her something new to think about. Finally, when she did answer, she avoided his first question. I love my father and — She faltered in her speech, because she was not quite sure that she should say what was in her heart, but at length : And maybe I love you. She turned her eyes from him as she ended her last sentence. He knew full well that shy- ness was interfering; but he couldn ' t understand why there had been tears in her eyes when she said I love you. He spoke in a troubled voice, yet one full of joy. Wampita, do you really mean that? Do you really love me? A mist of sorrow arose in the girl ' s eyes as she looked directly into his and said, You know- Indian maid never say thing she no mean. But. please, what are you crying for? Sure- ly you don ' t doubt that I love you. No, she spoke, I no doubt you love me but you — you do not understan ' . She was right. He didn ' t understand until she continued : You are white man; I am Indian. My father never consent his daughter love white man ; white man ' s father no consent his son love Indian girl. She was practical. She had been brought up to feel that such a union was wrong, that the Great Spirit would not allow it. On the other hand, Murdock was an idealist. It made no difference to him to what race this girl belonged. He loved her and he saw no reason why he shouldn ' t marry her. He tried to take her in his arms, but she struggled from him. Murdock, she spoke, her eves flashing and her lips quivering, you must understan ' . You must. You must se? Wampita never once more. You must forget Indian maid. With those final words she ran down the bank toward home. He watched her cross the mountain top and, as she descended the other side, it seemed to him that the sun and all its light had vanished too. Attention ! The order was given by the commander of the little troop of Royal Mounties stationed some few miles from the Indian Reser- vation to guard against sudden attack. The men were lined up ready for orders. Lieutenant Macdonald, forward! The stern voice of the commander boomed forth as Murdock Macdonald stepped forward. Report to the inspector for duty. Yes, sir. With a salute and an about face the lieutenant was off to the Inspector ' s Office. He crossed the threshold of the small room, an 1 was immediately confronted by a stern man who half asked and half commanded: Macdonald ? Yes, sir. The young lieutenant prepared himself for any duty for which he might be detailed. There l as been an Indian robbery in Towns- burg. You are to report at the Outpost there for further duty. That ' s all. Like a mechanical machine h? answered with the usual Yes, sir. The orders had hit him with a blow. He was dazed with the confusion of everything. Townsburg — less than a mile from Wampita ' s home, the Indian Reservation. He must arrest Wampita ' s people. His thoughts troubled him. However, a Mountie has to be courageous ; so Murdock set out for Townsburg. The long dusty road stretched out to a point Seventy REFLECTOR before the weary horse and rider as they jogged along toward Townsburg. Murdock ' s mind was in a muddle. It pained with thought. What it he had to fight against those Indians — Wampita ' s people? Wild ideas ' lashed through his brain— foolish youthful ideas. He fe ' t like deserting, like turning Indian, like being almost anything than what he was. Yet, some force compelled him to carry out the Inspector ' s orders. The village of Townsberg loomed from be- hind the forest like a dreaded monster. It seemed to hold all manner of evil. Murdock Macdonald reached the Official ' s Headquarters about noon and reported for duty. The officer in charge semed to be a kindly old man. His years of experience seemed to have softened the military harshness in his voice. You are Lieutenant Macdonald? Why, yes, of course. Well, son, the trade post and several small stores have been robbed by the Reserva- tion Indians. We feel sure that they are plan- ning other attacks and it ' s up to you to find out where those attacks will be so that we may get the troop together and put a stop to it all. To do all this, you will have to station yourself as a wandering tramp in their midst. Pretend you ' re sick, hungry, lame or anything so long as you get those plans. Murdock remained speechless, just as if he had been struck dumb that instant. Fate was more than playing into his hands. How would Wam- pita take it — his being a wandering tramp when only a month before she had known him as a Mountie ? He tried to make himself forget it as he said, Is that all, sir? The officer looked up and spoke his surprise. Isn ' t it enough? Then he laughed a good- natured, hearty laugh that made Murdock feel ♦hat at least he had one friend. What ' s the matter, son. Has som thin ' gone wrong : The offi;er seeme 1 to sense that something was troubling the young man before him. Murdock lowered his eyes. I guess you ' re right, sir. But it ' s nothing, sir — nothing. He added the extra nothing to make himself be- lieve that the words he spoke were true. Indeed, it was not a matter of nothing to him. It was his whole life — and more. Yet he checked the impulse to tell this fatherly o ' d officer what was nearest to his heart, and so departed. As he approached the Indian land, Murdock Macdonald in tramp attire halted, wondering if it was worth the while to be loyal to his gov- ernment. Why didn ' t he desert? But as he pondered thus, he eyes turned skyward and their vision rested on a spectacle which gave him the courage he lacked. There, waving in the air over a little Outpost Station, was his country ' s flag — the good old Union Jack. Hundreds had done this same thing for that symbol of liberty, thousands had sacrificed for it, but millions had fought, bled, and died for that glorious banner on high. A new ambition inspired him, a new light dawned upon him, and he turned his footsteps to the Indian camps with deliberation. Now was the time when he must play his part well. He began to groan and limp toward the center of the huge circle of tents that took the name of Indian Reservation. His feigned agony took the desired effect, for a young Indian, summon- ing several companions, went to his aid. They carried him to one of the tents, where they laid him on a pile of blankets. He called for water, but they couldn ' t understand him. The only one who could understand English was the chief ' s daughter. They brought her to the tent and, as she stepped inside, the black eyes of Wampita looked into those of the man she had foresworn never to see again. Though she was over- whelmed, she kept her surprise to herself for fear someone might find out that she knew him. You are man who speak no Indian? She spoke to him as if she had never seen him before; but there was a frightened look in her eyes that made him understand why she spoke thus. I will care for white man, myself. You go. She spoke with finality and, as the other Indians stepped outside, Wampita bent nearer Murdoch. How you come here? What you mean? I told you no come once more. Oh, Wampita, he whispered, I can ' t tell you that. I can ' t. I can ' t! Oh, I wish I were dead! He almost cried with the ache in his heart. You must not wish you dead. That is bail. Ver ' bad. Maybe I understand. I keep silent- ness. She placed her warm hand on his head to soothe the pain that beat upon his brow. No, Wampita, you don ' t understand. 1 wish you did. But, Murdock I do. I know how you come to ' rest my father but he no robber — -honest. Srvrnty-onc Some day I prove it, Murdock-some day. What on earth did she mean? Her father hadn ' t stolen the goods? These Indians were innocent? Oh, she must be wrong! The following days of supposed convalescence were happy ones for Murdock. He almost for- got that he was sent on a mission to trap the robbers — if robbers they were. One day Wam- pita rushed into his tent and, bending over him, she whispered. I proved it! I proved it! What, Wampita? What did you prove? That my people are no robbers. My father no steal, no steal! Robbers are white man. They ride in hills. Dress like Indians. I see them myself. They hide in big hole in big rock. Wampita, Murdock ' s speech came in gasps, short and crisp, get me out of here. If this is true, I must find the dirty, sneaking rats. I get horse for you — outside camp — must not let people see you. I, too, go and call for more soldier men for the help you. As quickly and as quietly as a fox, she was out after her faithful old gray beauty. She led him around to the rear of the tent telling Murdock to crawl under the canvas. Ashe mourned her horse, he said, W ampita I ' m coming back for you. Thus leaving her to interpert his meaning, he gave the starting word to the horse . Both horse and rider walked along the ground near the side of the great precipice that Wampita had called rock . Murdock was looking for a gorge — a cavern big enough for a man and horse to enter together. Nothing could be seen except the green shrubbery that grew along the side of the monstrous cliff. Macdonald was about to give up hope, when he heard a noise coming from some spot in the vi- cinity of the shrubbery that he had unnotic- ingly passed. Someone was mumbling and another distinctly said, Look-a-here, boss, you gotta split an ' split plenty. Then, he heard someone who must have answered to the name of boss bellow forth. Shut up yer trap, ya low-down cur. Ya never got double crossed yet, did ya — huh? Murdock, who had been holding his ground on the side of the precipice, lost his footing and came down with a crash into the midst of a group of dirtv looking men. Well , hissed a sneering voice, been spvin ' , eh? Who the devil are you and whatta ya wa it around here? Murdock could see, now, that Wampita had been right ; for these five men were all ridicu- lously made up as Indians. The one who had spoken picked him up by the collar; but Mur- dock, although young, was husky and he brushed the filthy hand from him. Sorry, if I have intruded. ' ' He spoke his sar- casm with a voice of irony. Never mind de guff, kid. Just tell me yer business. The speaker rested his hand upon the stock of a revolver. As he did so, his fellow outlaws re- peated the act, while Murdock, with clenched fists and a determined chin, looked squarely into the eyes of this so-called boss . Go ahead and shoot, coward, but I ' ll tell nothing. He was frantic within, but he held his own. Then he thought of an old device and so continued; But when you shoot there will be a gang of my men to finish the rest of you. He prayed that the trick would work and, just as if in answer to prayer, the boss dropped his gun followed by the rest of his accomplices. Murdock, seeing his chance, took it. He grabbed the nearest gun that had been dropped. Don ' t move or I ' ll shoot to kill. He spoke with grim finality, and paid no attention to the snarls and oaths that rolled from the boss ' s tongue. He moved backward toward the sup- posed company. Bring my horse, he commanded. Then a strange thing happened. As he called, a fellow Mountie led his horse forward. Murdock al- most fell over with astonishment. It was Ser- geant Wade who had spoken, and he could not help smiling at his superior officer ' s amazement. An Indian girl who called herself Wampita reported that you were in danger, sir. Murdock grasped his arm. Listen, Wade. This band of outlaws are the culprits who have done all the robbing. I order their arrest. The unpleasant clink of handcuffs seemed to echo against the percipice as the quintet of cut- throats were linked together. Lieutenant Macdonald, I forgot to tell you that Miss Wampita awaits you at Headquar- ters. Murdock felt like shaking hands with his infe rior officer, but that was hardly the way with the Mounted Police; mounting his horse he Scvcnty-livo rode at a gallop toward Headquarters, the troop following with the outlaws. But you will this time, Wampita, for noth- ing on earth could persuade me to give you up now that I have found you again. Wampita looked at Murdock and sighed. Murdock, she spoke her broken English to the one whom she had helped, you are much per-per-persistence. She blushed as she spoke the word which seemed so graduated from other words. I know you wait my answer. And when you leave me long time ago, I say to me, ' Great Spirit — him bring me and you to us. Him mean me love you — you love me. ' And so I say, ' Yah ' . I marry you because I do love you much. And that night the sun left two happy lovers in each other ' s arms, while the trees whispered secrets and the brook sang songs. Ola Jean Taylor ' 31 THERE ' S AT LEAST ONE IN EVERY THEATRE Having a free afternoon one rainy day, I de- cided to relax my tired mind and indulge in the luxury of a movie. I chose to patronize one of the crowded down-town theatres. After I had bought a ticket, I walked leisurely up to the door in a care-free frame of mind. The usher snatched the piece of pasteboard from my outstretched hand, .and I proceeded towards a vacant seat, tripping beautifully over a pair of outstretched legs in the aisle. Muttering a few impressive phrases, I collected myself. Then I fought my way to a vacant seat. Removing my trench coat, I placed it carefully over the seat in front of me, and dropped my hat on a conve- nient knee. I settled down comfortably, antici- pating an enjoyable three hours. I had hardly become engrossed in the feature picture when I heard shrill voices from the aisle say, Alary, here are a couple of seats! All right, grab them quick. Casting a glance toward the general direction of the voices, I saw that I was to have neighbors and also that it was the dividing line between the empty seats. Before I had time to move over, the two young women swept by me, the first knock- ing my coat and hat on the floor, while her com- panion was doing an admirable job on the floored garments. Recovering my garments, I offered to accommodate the two and move over one seat. Thanks. Oh, Mary, look at that man in the picture. Doesn ' t he look just like Kenny? Yes, he does, but his hair isn ' t quite so curly as Kenny ' s. What ' s he doing? Didn ' t I tell you? He ' s got a great job down on the dock. During the conversation the women in ques- tion began to remove their wraps. In turning around to place hers over the back of the seat, one of them found it necessary to hit me in the face with the sleeve, thus showering me with water. Then, drawing a deep breath, she began anew. Jphnny came into the store yesterday, and asked me to go to the dance. I said ' sure ' , and we went to the ' Palace ' . Yes, the music was great and you should have seen the leader. He was wonderful.. Virginia was there and she was wearing . At this point I rose quietly and made my way down several rows, to find a seat in a remote part of the theatre. Harriet Berry ' 33 340 W almit Street, Newtonville, Mass. 1 57 Bridge St., North Weymouth (on the way to Nantasket) Seventy-three MOCKERY Now you march right in to the den, young man, and vou do vour studying. But, Mother. ' . . No hack talk. You can ' t go down town this afternoon. Not after such goings-on as this morning. The idea! Mrs. Perkins went out and partly closed the door, leaving Davie seated before a table. Sud- denly she heard : Hot dog! No back talk, young man. Ain ' t she a fussbudget? She hurried back into the den. Davie Perkins, what do you mean by saying •;uch things? It seems to me you could at least le respectful to your mother. As for slang — nercy ! But, Mother, it. . . Keep still, young man. Once more she went out, and as she reached ' t hall, she heard in tones s uch as she had just vised : Keep still, voung man! Be respectful. Mercy! Again she hurried into the den. Davie, you march right upstairs. I never heard of such a thing. Why, a boy of your age saving such things to his mother! But, Mother, I didn ' t. . . Don ' t say another word. Go upstairs . Before Davie could get to the door, a voice in a distant corner of the room said, Hot dog! Davie you march right uptairs! Mrs. Perkins turned around quickly. Perched on the back of a chair was a large green parrot. Well, I never, gasped Mrs. Perkins. Then turning to the boy, she said, Davie, I ' m sorry, you may go down town. Sorry, Davie. Go down town mimicked the parrot. Isabel Tutty ' 31 IN THE DARK Mr. Blodgett moved silently in the shadow of the lilacs to the deeper shadow cast by the wisteria, in stealthy pursuit of another figure which had just left its protection. Mr. Blodg- ett, as sen in the fast-fading twilight, was fat and well past forty. The Shadow, who was young, carried a sort of knobby club. It was this same knobby instrument which had aroused Mr. Blodgett ' s suspjeions, since theer had been a robbery recently in the neighborhood. The Shadow now moved to one of the open Seventy- four windows, raised himself to the sill, and peered in. What he saw seemed to satisfy him, for. after dropping to the ground, he gave a shrill whistle, which was twice repeated from within. Mr. Blodgett thought fast — at any rate he con- sidered it to be fast. He must prevent the rob- ber fro gaining entrance to the house, overpow.r him, then deal with the confederate. Whereupon Mr. Blodgett jumped, stuck his hand into the other ' s back, and growled in his most ferocious tones, Hands up! By some extraordinary feat the Shadow wriggled out of Mr. Blodgett ' s enraged rasp, and endeavored to engage the gentleman in a fight. In unison they cried, Help! Robbers! The Shadow ' s first described an arc, whil? the club, remarkable light for so large an ob- ject, hit Mr. Blodgett ' s nose. The capturcr of robbers sensed falling stars just as an un- mistably feminine scream came from the house. Mr. Mr. Blodgett regained consciousness, he found himself seated on his lawn in a bed of pansies. Over him hung his daughter, Gertie, and beside her stood her boy friend , non- other than the Shadow , sheepishly holdin« a piece of paper such as that ordinarily used bv florists, and the remains of a dozen carnations. The two robbers looked at each other — then shouted with laughter. Marjorie Hayward ' 34 COMMENCEMENT The shades of backward-turning longing Fall dark upon our hearts, And scarce forbear the glowing promise That from the shadow darts. But now they lift and part and waver, And full upon the eye Falls now a vision of the future, Not of a time gone by. That time is but hid by shadow, yet A shadow dark and strong ; And now is hardly help or hindrance For either right or wrong. But bright before us lies a roadway, Lost far away in haze ; Yet figures can be dimly seen there By a far-seeing gaze. For some the way is weary, woeful ; For others, calm and smooth ; It matters not, the trials and troubles ; Those, Victory can soothe. Walter Lewis ' 31 REFLECTOR BON VOYAGE At five o ' clock on Friday, April 5, 1929, the small recruiting party was assembled at the Dallas railroad station. Mother and I were leaving for Nicaragua. The train finally pulled out of the station, and we were off. At eight o ' clock the next morning we arrived at New Orleans. The boat was expected to sail that afternoon, but what was our astonish- ment when we discovered that the ship was not even in dock and wouldn ' t be able to leave any way before Monday afternoon. Those two days were, with the exception of the time that was taken up by the new talkies, spent in a hotel. Just after noon on Monday we went down to look at the ship. She was rather small with one funnel only, and as for cabins, there were only six. She was painted a brilliant white. In the hot sun her sides glistened. The dock was a scene of business. Natives were running here and there. Stems of green bananas seemed to be everywhere. We went aboard, and sailed at three o ' clock. The Mississippi proved very interesting as the ship steamed down her course. Trees were on each side and as the sun went down what a beautiful picture it made. We were the only white passengers aboard. The two other travellers were a mixture of Indian and Spanish. How those next three days passed I don ' t know . Personally, I am not much of a sailor, a fact which may have accounted for some of the monotony. On Friday afternoon the ship came quite close to land. This was Cabo Gra- cias a Dios. A small motor boat brought out mail and loaded up with ice. The motor boat also brought a passenger. He was an American who was also going to Bluefieldo. He told us all about the place where we were going. At eleven o ' clock the next day we arrived. What a bustle everything was ! A ship came once a week to bring mail, ice, and many other necessi- ties of the tropics. This place was a bluff, and in order to get to Bluefields, we had to cross a lagoon. Dad met us on the dock and took us aboard a motor boat. In an hour we were across the seven mile lagoon. Bluefields is not very large, or rather it doesn ' t seem so to an American who is used to sky- scrapers and automobiles. The highest building, a filthy hotel, boasts three stories. By the time you have reached the top floor you think the place is going to topple over. There are numer- ous stores of various nationalities, Chinese, Turk, and Armenian. As a matter of fact, almost all the nationalities of the world might be founi here. A Moravian school, three or four churches, a bank and a book store may be said to be the other outstanding buildings of import- ance. We lived in a couple of rooms, and ate at the hotel. Please let it be clear that this hotel was quite the opposite of the one with three stories. In six weeks we had to move again. This time ir was across the lagoon to the bluff where the ships dock. There we lived for two months in a tiny four-roomed house with no conveniences. Then we had to move again. Dad had to stay at the bluff with the troops. The government wanted us to go back to New Orleans, take a boat and go first to Havana, Cuba, down to Panama and then up the coast to Puerto Cabezas, Nicaragua. This would in all probability have taken a month. Instead of doing this, we slipped up the coast in a schooner. The trip lasted eighteen hours, but I never want another eighteen hours like those. Just as the schooner got out into open sea, a storm came up. There was no cabin on the boat ; so we had to sleep on what might be termed the hatch. To be in a reclining position for over half a day is not comfortable as it may sound. There was noth- ing to prevent anyone from falling overboard. On this trip also we were the only white people in a crowd of natives. The day dawned, and the boat rolled. The water was too rough for the schooner to dock. Had she done so, she would have been dashed to pieces against the wharf. A lifeboat that was let down took us to the wharf. Sometimes you saw the wharf and then again you didn ' t. As a lifeboat, that object was not to anyone ' s ad- vantage. However, w-e were soon on the dock. Then we went to our new home, where we lived for almost ten months and where we really enjoyed ourselves as much as anyone could desire. Dorothy Dickerson ' 32 Schofield ' s Socony Gas and Oils Commercial Sq. E. Weymouth telephone 1£ey. I709 Seventy-five -ffJT REFLECTOR Wm HUMAN PARASITES How many are there of us who realize that there are many human parasites probably in- cluding ourselves in this world of ours? We are unaware of this situation ; for, in accommodat- ing ourselves, we do not realize that we are sometimes inconveniencing our neighbors or friends. Take, for instance, the schoolgirl. She comes to us for an eraser. We gladly lend it to her, not thinking we shall never see it again, because she has unconsciously picked it up and gone off with it to her next class. Of course we realize that she had no intention of leaving us without this necessary piece of rubber. Then there is the other friend who dumps, as we call it, her books on us, asking us to -leave them in her room and hurries on her way. She is always going somewhere when we ask her to do the same for us. This sort of person never figures that she should pay in return for the accomodations received from others. Her friends are always willing to help her, but there arc also times when her friend needs help too. Then there is the other girl who is always borrowing. First it is money. Will you lend me a nickel so that I can pay my book fine? she asks us. True she always pays us, but when? It is bound to be after oui next allowance has been given us ; never before, when we need it most. Again she comes over to borrow a sheet of stationery from us; hers has just run out. It is Saturday evening and the stores have closed. She was down at the store a short time ago, but had forgotten to get hei writing paper. We, however, have plenty of paper on hand and will not feel the loss of one sheet. Maybe we have been lectured many times against borrowing and never repaying. But in our desperate need we always feel absolutelv sure that this will be the last time we shall have to ask this favor. We soon break this resolution, as we call it, when we need something in a hurry. All the human parasites are not school girls. Neighbors are frequent parasites, though, to be sure, they would not care to have this name ap- plied to themselves. Mrs. B. comes in for a chat with Mrs. A. at least three times a week. Each time she sees that she does not leave without having used the telephone. Her neighbor is glad to have her. Seventy-six visit, ' phone-call and all, for Mrs. B. is a very chatty person, and has a bright outlook on life. Then, too, there is that dear old soul who is always wanting an errand done. We see to it that this little favor is done either by ourselves or by someother member in the family, as we know that it would be a hard task for her to walk any distance to the store. We are bound to find human parasites wher- ever we are. Although some are nuisances, there are those who are a great, comfort. The beginning of an everlasting friendship may be started by catering to a so-called parasite or by being parasites ourselves. Marie P. Galligan ' 32 SELF-CONTROL vs. MURDER Be still, my restless hands, be still. Oh, is there no mercy ? Why must I sit, tormented by the jabber of those two high-school youths, when I would willingly strangle them for the restora- tion of peace during this exciting baseball game. Listen to what beats against my eardrums while I am anxiously awaiting a play from our boys that will set an even score. And, oh, baby ! When she looked into my eyes, what could I do — I ask you — what could I do? Slowly (for I am slow to anger) I turn about and bestow upon the tormentor the most pierc- ing, and belligerent of glances, just to see what he would ot in my case. But alas, it is to no avail. As I again turn my eyes to watch the game, I detect a half smothered snicker almost lost in reaching my hearing. The game goes on and becomes more and more exciting for the score is even. Don ' t think my evil and sinister glance in the least disturbs my torturers, no, indeed. As the game goes on, such is the conversation behind me: Yu know, she ain ' t so hot. She puts on a lotta bluff. It takes more than that to kid a guy that knows as much about women as me. My fingers are twitching, yes, forming in the shape they would take around that fellow ' s throat if I were to carry out my desire. I stop for a moment, for before my vision comes the headlines of the morrow ' s paper : High School Boy Strangled by Spectator at baseball Game Yesterday. No, that would be too heartbreaking to poor dear mother. • I believe they at last realize my attitude tow- ard their conduct, for they are talking in whis- pers. But no, it must have been a joke, for as the crowd holds its breath while the umpire calls another ball, a burst of laughter tingles on my nervous system, and breaks a control somewhere. 1 arise with the air of a vicious slayer who has been tantalized beyond natural measure. I hurry to the exit for fear of my aspirations will get the better of my self-control. The gate man eyes me suspiciously as 1 linger. One of our best men is at the bat. The score is still tie and it is the last half of the ninth inning. Come on, either outside, or take a seat. This growl comes to my ear from a short distance away. 1 am startled. I bestow a glance of disgust on the person from whom the order comes and move toward the bleachers, when I observe the gay appearance of those two high school students. Hurriedlv I make my exit, only to wonder whether he hit the ball and madea home run, or if it was caught. Great cries arise from the inside. But of what consequence is that when I realize the other side would cheer if the ball were caught? Such is my state of mind as I trudge home to await a report of the outcome of the game. Jean Hall. ' 31 FRENCH CLUB The French Club, under the direction of Miss Bern , met for the first time Tuesday, November 25. At this meeting the officers were elected, and it was decided to hold meetings every first and third Tuesday of every month. Since then, many enjoyable times have been had by the members, who must have an average of 90 in French Wednesday, May 27, the club held a party, and invited many of their friend s. At this, sev- eral of the members presented a play, which, al- though spoken in French, was greatly enjoyed. At the first meeting the following officers were chosen : Leonard Bryant President Josephine Caruso Vice-President Marie Conroy Secretary Emma De Pari Treasurer The party, May 27, marked the close of the club ' s activities for this year. Alarie Conroy ' 31 VOCATIONAL SCHOOL EXHIBITION On Thursday evening, April 16, the Wey- mouth Vocational School held its second annual exhibition, with a large attendance of both par- ents and friends. The program began with an address of wel- come by Director Francis E. Whipple, Jr., fol- lowed by choral selections by the entire school under the direction of Mr. Vance Monroe. The principal speaker of the evening, Mr. Parker T. Pearson, Superintendent of Schools, chose the very interesting and enlightening topic: The Development of Vocational Education in Weymouth . Popular songs rendered by the chorus closed the program in the hall. This was followed by an inspection of the classrooms and shops. In the High School building the visitors in- spected the Agricultural, Shoemaking and Draw- ing Departments, where each department dis- played specimens of its work and methods of instruction. In the Vocational School building, all shops were in full operation, showing the processes involved in the training of trade students, as well as specimens of the work produced by the different departments. In the Printing Department all presses were running, showing the production of 4-color pro- cess printing, ordinary one-color type work and the process of producing raised printing . The Carpentry Department had all wood- working machines in operation, making the ne- cessary parts for the production of A-l quality cabinet and carpentry work. Automobiles in various stages of repair were the features of the Auto Mechanics Department, where several machines repaired by the students were running to show the smoothness of opera- tion after repairing. Shoes in various stages of manufacture were the features of the Shoemaking Department. One of the most interesting features of the exhibition was the model dairy farm laid out on a scale of 10 feet to 1 inch, complete in every detail and a fine example of modern dairy farm layout. This remarkable exhibit was the result of the combined efforts of the Drawing and Ag- ricultural Departments. Marie Lane, ' 31 Seventy-seven OUR CHEMICAL FRIENDS Ethyl Bromide Molly Cules Nickelous Oleatc Mag Nesium Auntie Mony and Auntie Ceptic Cal See ' um Barry M. Chloride Sal t. Peter Al K. Hall Silly Kate Ruin Deeum Rose Quartz m Annie Lynn , Syl Vite Sue Crose Hen Zeen Nick O ' Xeen Pa Raffine Louise Merrill ' M SONG OF WEYMOUTH HIGH {Tune: Stein Song) Sing the praise of Weymouth High, Sing with your hearts sincere, Send your voices to the sky, Let every loyal senior cheer. Sing to all the worthwhile years, Sing to our clubs and teams, Sing to Weymouth that we ' re leaving, The High School that we think supreme! To our hooks. To our friends, To our teachers, whose knowledge they ' ve shared with us. To the green, To the silver, To the bravest of athletes, who dared for us, To our work, To our play, To the past and all that is dear to us, To the boys, To the girls, To the future and all that ' s in store for us, Sing the praise of Weymouth High. Send your voices to the skv, Let every loyal senior cheer. Sing to all the worthwhile years, Sing to our clubs and teams, Sing to Weymouth that we ' re leaving, The High School that we think supreme! Marjorie A. McCrillis ' 31 Seventy-eight I )ear Klannelmouth : Hav e ; ou ever read Thanatopsis ? A. S ' law. Well, no. I stick to good English w: rks. Dear Klannelmouth : Do you know what the early worm gets? Roy Anderson. Sure. Breakfast for the wife. Dear Klannelmouth : I hear you ' re a Republican. Do you know what the platform ' s going to be made of in the next election ? Kennedy. I ' m glad to see you turning to politics, Ken. The platform will be made of planks, I imagine. Dear Klannelmouth : What class of people live the longest ? Spinney. Centurians, to be sure. Dear Klannelmouth : What building in Weymouth has the most stories ? Vivian Laurence The public library, of course. Dear Flannelmouth : Would vou be afraid to hunt bears with a club? Newland Holmes. Well, now, that all depends. How many members are there in the club ? Dear Flannelmouth : What is a synonym? Mr. Brown has ex- plained, but I keep forgetting. Dot Reilly. A synonym is a word you use if you can ' t spell the other. Dear Flannelmouth: Where are diamonds found? Francis O ' Brien. Well! What does this mean? If you want to know — on the fourth finger of the left hand. Dear Flannelmouth: Did you hear of the fright I had at the dance. Saturday? Jack Snow. No, but 1 saw her. Dear Flannelmouth : When was the revival of learning? Beth Alger. Just before exams. ALUMNI Parker M. Lord, Class of ' 27, W. H. S., has been made instructor of modeling and sculpture in the Saturday class at the Massachusetts Art School. Ruth E. Cushing, Class of ' 28, was married on Saturday evening, April 4, to John MacLean of Rockland, Mass. Thelma Salzgeber, Class of ' 29, is attending Framingham Normal School. Edmund Godin, Class of ' 28, passed j j away in March. He is sadly missed by all ] | his friends. Margaret DeBoer ' 30 Alumni Editor Teacher: Johnny, how many days are there in each month? Poetical Pupil: Thirty days hath Septem- ber. All the rest I can ' t remember. The calen- dar hangs on the wall. Why bother me with this at all? NIGHT TIME The paper flowers on my wall Are very glad and gay. 1 think they like my little room, In which they bloom all day. At night when .Mother tucks me in, With pillows ' neath my head, I ' m sure I see each little flower Slip drowsily to bed. Agnes, Colarusso ' 33 A teacher asked the class to write an essay on London. She was surprised to read the follow- ing in one attempt : The people of London are noted for their stupidity. The author was asked to explain. Please, teacher, it says in the text book that the population of London is very dense. Aunt: You counted up to eight nicely, dear, But don ' t you know what comes after eight ? Edith: Bedtime. The Professor: I ' ll wait until that fellow stops making a fool of himself; then I ' ll begin. After all, you know, the best jokes are not printed. No, indeed! They ' re running around in the classrooms. Long-winded Prof: I ask you again, did you ever stop to think — Weary Frosh : And did you ever think to stop ? Fresh : Gee, Washburn is an unlucky guy. Senior: How ' s that? Fresh: Well, in the latest track meet he broke one of the best records. She: Would you put yourself out for me? He: You bet! She: Well, then, go on. It ' s eleven thirty and I ' m tired. Have you read ' Freckles ' ? No mine are brown. Bore: My ancestors came over in the May- flower. Bored : It ' s lucky they did. The immigra- tion laws are so strict now. Scvrniy-ninr BRYANT STRATTON COMMERCIAL SCHOOL BOSTON presents many advantages to WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATES 1. A Student ' s Ticket from Weymouth to Boston cost only $4.88 per month. 2. Superior Building and Equipment, conveniently located within easy walking distance, or a five cent student ' s fare from South Station. 3. Unexcelled Courses, with capable and experienced Instructors who show personal interest in training students for Secretarial and Executive positions. 4. Exceptionally high-grade Student Body practically 100 ' ; high school or academy graduates, a large percentage of whom are college graduates. 5. Admission tvithout examination with the privilege of Individual Advancement, which enables the capable student to complete the course in the shortest possible time. 6. 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O ' Connor, Prop. 1880 1931 Compliments of DONDERO ' S Columbian Sq. So. Weymouth Compliments of Hollis Auto Company deflector Jfabruarg -1931 REFLECTOR WASHINGTON ' S BIRTHDAY ISSUE 193 1 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL WEYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS Volume Nine Number Three Mwttrr taff 1930.-1931 Literary Editors Maude Beaton ' 31 Leonard Bryant ' Jl Josephine Caruso ' 31 Marie Conroy J1 Constance Nash ' 31 Sue Harper ' 32 Alumni Margaret DeBoer 30 Athletics Frederick Andrews ' 31 Editor Myrtle Pray ' 31 Associate Editors Business Manager John Anderson ' 31 Advertising Board Filomena Amoroso ' 31 John Bentley ' 33 Alan Bryant ' 33 Boyd Gridley ' 31 Catherine Leahy ' 31 Mary Reidy ' 33 Faculty Ad-viser P. B. Brown Secretaries Catherine DeLuca 3 Eleanor Dwyer ' 31 Mildred Ellis ' 31 Marion Philbrook ' 31 Mae Wood ' 31 Exchange Edith Baker J2 Art Edward Guindon ' 31 Southeastern mm Sabl? af (Eantrnta Literary Section 3 Editorial Section 16 Student Opinion 17 School News 19 Athletics 25 Crystal Ball 28 Jokes 30 Senior Knocks 31 Advertising 32 Valentines It was February 13 when Mrs. Jones en- tered the Bluebird Gift Shop with her friend Doris. Oh, my dear, I simply must get some valentines for Edgar. These little festive days mean so much to children! And Edgar is so emotional. Yes, he ' s thirteen now. Pardon me, I ' d like to see that one. No, no, the yellow one ! My dear, did you ever see such a crowd ! Ed- gar wanted to buy his own valentines this year, but I still think he ' s much too young. Yes, he is old for his age ! Why, the other day he explained the whole solar system to us! Well, I suppose they do have it in school. Most children wouldn ' t know it even then. I don ' t like that valentine, do you, Doris? Well, last year I let him send his valen- tines and you ' d never guess what he did. He sent a picture of a crab, with ' This is you, my Valentine ' beneath it, to little Dorothy Hughes ! Imagine ! I had asked her to go to the party with Edgar, and of course she didn ' t! My dear, I was never so mortified in all my life! I with my application in for the ' Steele- Addison Literary Appreciation Club for Women ' and Mrs. Hughes the chairman ! I spoke to John about it. He said that he would punish Edgar, and I listened to what they said. I told him not to be harsh — Edgar is so sensitive ! Is there anyone waiting on this counter? I can ' t wait here all day. And you can never imagine what John said. He said, ' My son, you shouldn ' t have hurt the finer sensibilities of Dorothy, even if her mother is an old cat. But I ' ve got to hand it to you. I don ' t believe your mother will join that club. You did me a favor. Here ' s a quarter, but don ' t say anything to your mother! ' Imagine! And Edgar not the least chagrined ! He grinned at John and said ' You bet, Dad, we men ' ve got to stick together. And Dorothy ' s an awful clam. I didn ' t want to go with her. That ' s why I sent it to her. Ya otta see the one I sent to Lois. I ' d rather go with her. ' Well, Doris, I didn ' t know what to do. Doris, look at that valentine over there — that red one with that absolutely cheap-looking girl sitting on that positively insipid-looking boy. Such things to suggest to children! I don ' t think much of these modern valentines. I can remember the first one John sent me. It was adorable, just ' Will you be My Valen- tine? ' on it. But I sort of read between the lines. Yes I ' ll take these, one, two, three, four, and, oh, yes, this one. Well, Edgar got his way. Lois went to the party with him and I didn ' t join the club. Oh, have you got those all done up ? I want this one, too. There, that ' s all. M. Pray ' 31 4 FEBRUARY REFLECTOR Memories of a Modern Nomad What a glorious thing it is to travel I How wonderful it is to see, in reality, those places and things about which we read ! And what pleasant memories these jaunts of ours bring back to us ! Perhaps you would like to look back on my memories with me. Let me tell you about the first ocean trip I ever took. That was when I was eight years old. My father had been ordered to Santo Domingo. Naturally, his family must follow him. Mother and I sailed from this same old Boston Harbor. In three days we arrived at Norfolk, Vir- ginia, where we were to take the army trans- port. Well, that transport was the worst I have ever seen. It is an ex-German ship and makes only from ten to eleven knots full speed. Of course, you know what it is to be a bad sailor. I found that out about an hour after we sailed. The trip southbound usually calls for stops at Guantanamo, Cuba ; Port au Prince, and Cape Haitien, Haiti ; Puerto Plata and Santo Domingo. The ship also passes close to San Salvador Island, where Columbus first landed. Guantanamo is interesting and important as the Winter Base for the Atlantic Fleet. Port au Prince is the place where the headquarters of our military forces in Haiti is situated. It is also the largest city in population on the island. In Cape Haitien Columbus made the first settlement, though it was not a permanent one. From the anchorage in Cape Haitien, one can see Christoph ' s Castle. This castle is one of the greatest wonders of the world, ranking with the Pyramids. The story of Christoph, an ex-slave, is equal to any- thing in the Arabian Nights. Then we came to the end of our journey at Santo Domingo, the oldest city in the Western Hemisphere. Columbus founded it in 1498. As our ship was coming into port, we could see the wreck of the Memphis, which makes a prominent landmark on the rocky beach of the city. After going ashore, we had to remain at a hotel for several days before we could find a house. It was indeed of real Spanish architecture: the walls were of cement probably two feet in thickness; the floors were of beautiful mosaic ; the ceil- ings were twice as high as those in the ordin- ary American home. This house had no glass windows, but contained large apertures in the walls which might be closed by means of shutters. The railing on our front porch and the wall before the house were things of beauty. They were solid rock which had been carved into gracefully curved designs. Two tall Spanish bayonet trees guarded the grilled gate which opened into the garden. The city was just as interesting. The Par- que de Independencia stands before a large arch which leads directly to the city. The little native shops contain interesting things both modern and shall we say native ? In the street there are modern automobiles mingling with rickety coaches. Here and there a man rides by on his heavily laden burro. We are before the large fort which guards the entrance to the city. It is surrounded by a large wall three feet thick. At the en- trance are two enormous doors thickly studded with iron bolts. These doors are left open in time of peace, but are closed in time of war. There are a few offices beyond the wall, but the most interesting building is the huge cuaretel, which is one of the most massive buildings in the city and is used for a jail. It reminds one of a medieval castle with its dungeons. It is made of huge square- cut rocks. Light is admitted to its interior by grilled slits in the walls. Then there is Santo Domingo ' s most beau- tiful cathedral, surrounded by a high wall which is mottled and discolored by centuries of varied weather. The interior of the cathedral is a museum of art in itself. Beau- tiful paintings and sculpturing decorate the high walls. At the entrance of the main door is the tomb of Columbus. The remains are inclosed in a beautifully ornate iron chest. The chest stands in the midst of a grace- ful arch which is surmounted by a statue of Columbus. In going out the side door one comes upon the Parque Colon. This is the most promi- nent park in the city, because it is sur- rounded by the principal buildings of state. WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 5 That is how I spent two years — wandering through the dusky passages of this old city. Our orders finally came to move again and, as bad luck would have it, we were bound to sail on the same transport. On our northbound trip, we came first to Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, which is very beautiful from the ship. It has one of the finest harbors in the West Indies. Blue- beard ' s Castle famous in story, is here and is still occupied. The port has always been famous for its bay rum and as a coaling sta- tion. San Juan comes next. It is a thriving, bustling American city, with all the Amen- Gold Sam Davis, quartermaster of the S. S. Dixie, was studying hard in his little cabin. The next day he took and passed his tests for third mate. At last he was on his way for the four gold stripes of captain. At the age of thirty, Sam was captain of the Petrel, a freighter. On his first trip, he ran into head winds and stormy seas from New York to Liverpool. Captain Davis hard- ly left the bridge during the trip. He was wet and cold, for several roaring coamers had swept the bridge. But he was deter- mined not to trust his first command to any- one else. They clocked at Liverpool, only a few hours off schedule and without the loss of a man. For that, Davis won special com- mendation from the head of the company. So for five years more Captain Sam Davis sailed his ships to their destination, never losing a man and rarely off schedule. But the captain ' s hair was graying from constant worry and vigilance. He realized that he was ajring prematurely. He risked for the first time letting his ship sail without his being on the bridge any more than was necessary. The trip proved as successful as his former ones. Davis did this four times , remainingoff the bridge a little longer each time. The fifth time he took a few drinks from the medicine chest. (What he drank was not medicine). The first mate rapped on the loor, ' Better come on deck, sir. It ' s beginnin ' to blow a gale! The captain ' s reply was unprintable, but the first gathered that Davis was not coming up. An hour later the first rapped again. We ' re off a strange coast, sir. Would you mind taking command? can conveniences and New York prices. It has frequent and fast communication with New York and, hence, all the latest things are found in its shops. It has one excellent hotel, the equal of any one at home. San Juan also has a fine harbor and is picturesque from the bay. At the entrance to the bay is a typical old Spanish fortress, the Morro. It is practically a duplicate of the famous Morro guarding the entrance to Havana Harbor. And so we left the West Indies and sailed for fourteen days , until we reached the United States once more. Dorothy Dickerson ' 32 Stripes No, I told yoa that once before, shouted the angry skipper. The mate left, shaking his head sorrowfully. After fifteen minutes had passed, Davis cooled off enough to realize that he should be on the bridge. He staggered to the door. Just as he reached for the knob, there was a terrific crash. The ship was hurled backwards and then forward again with another crash. She ' s aground! gasped the now sober captain. He dashed on deck as the vessel listed to the port. One look was enough. Man the boats! he shouted. It was a wet and discouraged captain who sat in a boat and watched his ship settle and sink. The company broke him. Davis spent two years roaming all over the world ; final- ly, he sat on a quay at Shanghai and gazed into the muddy water. Anybody could read that human derelict ' s mind. Suicide! Nerving himself, he started to spring, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Turning about, he looked into the face of his former boatswain. He was boatswain no longer, for on his sleeve were two gold stripes. Captain Davis, sir, he said, when I was a boy in school, my old teacher read me a few lines by some old writer. They go some- thing like: ' When a man has high hopes which finally succeed, he gets to thinkin ' he ' s pretty hot until somethin ' comes along an ' puts him back at th ' foot o ' the ladder again. ' Buck up! We need a third mate for the China Maid. Better take it! Davis did. Now he is second mate again and is work- ing for first. Shakespeare was right; Barnum was wrong. Richard Gridley ' 31 6 FEBRUARY REFLECTOR A Story Without a Name I had been searching vainly for the old horse pistol which I had promised to give to the museum. John Smithkins, who had accom- panied me to the attic to assist in the search, motioned to a dark corner under one of the eaves and pointed to what, in the semi-dark- ness, appeared to be an old trunk. Together we dragged it out in the open and, after carefully scraping off the dust with which it was coated, fell to work in endeavoring to open it. It was a trunk of very great proportions, being larger than the modern steamer trunk. It was encircled by four great bands of iron which made it almost impervious to our at- tacks upon it. After spending a long hour vainly trying our skill as lock-pickers, I hit upon the idea of hitting the lock with a chisel. John looked on from a respectable distance as I struck the first blow. Two more blows, in rapid succession, was all that was necessary to destroy the usefulness of that lock for all times. We opened the trunk, eagerly expecting to see old relics of the days of my venerable ancestors. You can readily imagine the sur- prise of my friend and my own consternation upon finding the trunk absolutely empty. We sat down and stared at the unoffensive object of our smouldering anger which, by the way, radidly gave way to a flaming rage, when we remembered the length of time and the in- finite patience that had been consumed in our labors in trying to open it. Angrily and with a curse on my lips, I kicked the cover shut and gave further vent to my feelings by slamming a heavy book-end al it. By some miracle the book-end caught on one of the iron braces and as I yanked it free I heard a muffled click. Apparently my companion also heard it, for, with a shout, he threw open the cover and I observed a trap door, ingeniously placed in the false bottom. Immediately beneath this opening I per- ceived a piece of rawhide string which I drew out. Attached to this rawhide was a chamois hag which was bulging as from many stones or coins. Imagining myself on a treasure hunt, I hastily drew it open and pulled out a hand- ful of ordinary pebbles, of the beach variety, and a small leather-bound book. Eagerly I opened the hook, which, I perceived instantly, was a diary. It was closely written in a firm hand and much in detail. John and I spent the evening reading the different entries. As we progressed, we came upon the story of my venerable ancestor, who, ten generations ago, died in a delirium from a cause which mystified the best of doctors, and which has remained a mystery until now. John and I decided to write the tale in story form and, once and for all, clear up the mys- tery of my esteemed and honored forebear. In the early summer of the year 1659, a merchantman sailed from the Indies to Eng- land with a cargo of spices. Listed on the roster of the ship was an Englishman named Jonathan Naseby, a very peculiar man of gigantic proportions. Despite his strength and good-humor, he was not a good mixer and refused to remain in the company of his fellow seamen when off duty. He had, how- ever, one friend in whom he confided and whom he seemed to enjoy talking to. This man was William Martin, writer of the diary and the most talked-of limb of my family tree. When the voyage was nearly completed, Jonathan Noseby suddenly fell violently sick. He became delirious and in his delirium asked only for Martin, in whom he confided that he had been poisoned. He died without a tremor one night while Martin was at his side. The suffering and death of this friend caused Martin to vow vengeance upon his friend ' s unknown murderer. No one on the ship seemed to care, and the captain made only a cursory inspection and examination. When the ship arrived in London, and the cargo had been unloaded, William Martin crossed his name off the books, received his pay, and left for parts unknown. Four months later a huge, bearded, un- kempt man approached the captain of the murder ship and asked for a seaman ' s berth. He was accepted and his name entered on the books as William Nitram. He found that the crew was uneasy, since another man had died in a similar fit of delirium. When the ship again set sail, Nitram had his plans all made and had secreted in his seaman ' s trunk a commission as a king ' s officer. His investigations for several days led him to an apparently blank wall, until one day he overheard a chance remark by one 7 of the crew. Acting on this unexpected in- formation, he began his process of eliminat- ing. One by one the men were absolved, and finally the suspicion narrowed down to only three men. On the second day of his investigation of these three, he fell sick, and when he became well enough to leave his bunk, he found that another victim had been claimed by the cold- blooded murderer. This time it was the cook, one of his three suspects. This new murder caused him to double his diligence, and he gained the captain ' s co- operation in his work. The other two men were able conclusively to prove their inno- cence, and no one remained to suspect. Well, anyway, the lack of suspects caused Nitram to ponder many hours. At length he learned from the ship ' s doctor that in his frequent sick spells he became violently delirious. This delirium lasted several hours, during which no one dared approach him. This caused my esteemed ancestor to leave the ship without a prisoner when it returned to England, and two months later, he died. The diary told me that he committed suicide. It seems that during his spells of sickness, he would plant several insects in the bunk of one of his shipmates. This insect ' s bite was very dangerous and usually caused death after a long, raging spell of delirium. Jona- than Naseby was his first victim. The second victim was claimed by the escape of one of the insects from the case in which they were kept. The cook was the third victim, this time by Martin ' s actually being there to put the insect on the sleeping man. He committed suicide rather than unwit- tingly let any more people lose their lives owing to his sub-conscious absession. His form of suicide was to inject one of the in- sects into his arm and let it do its sinister work. I was the first one to know the reason for his strange death, as the diary was hidden in his great sea-chest, which I was the first to discover. Hartshorn ' 32 The Squealer Listen, you guys, said Butch Morgan, we pull this job to-night, and it ' s the hot- seat for the guy that gets caught. If ya see a bull, give him the works. The haul is worth it. What a gorilla! murmured one of the guys to another. I bet he ' d rather croak a bull than eat ! Aw, he ' s a snake, replied Snoopy Wil- son viciously, and he ' ll get lead-poisoning yet. Snoopy soon left the joint and, after many false turns, slid stealthily into a speak- easy. Here a man was sitting at a table near a door, and Snoopy went toward him. Well, remarked the man, I see you have come to your senses at last. Butch is pullin ' the job to-night, replied Snoopy, and you wanta look out if you frame him and the gang. He ' s a mean rod- slinger and he ' s got plenty of sand in his craw. Listen, little-wit, was the answer, be careful, or Butch may find out who spilled the dope. Awright, answered Snoopy, and went out. The other, a plainclothes man hastened to headquarters, and arranged to have policemen posted at the bank which Butch was planning to rob. About an hour after the policemen had taken their positions, a large car drove up, and several men jumped out, and ran to the side entrance. Who ' s there? cried a voice. It ' s the guard, whispered Butch. Croak the rat. A shot crashed out, and Butch and his gang were inside, Gimme the soap, demanded Butch, I ' ll blow it wide open. ' : Suddenly the hidden policemen jumped out. Put ' em up! was the terse command, and it was quickly obeyed. Then from be- hind the policemen stepped Snoopy. Ha, Butch, he gloated, it ' s the hot- seat for that little job last year you was goin ' to frame me for. You rat, snarled Butchj I ' d croak you for a quarter. Ta ta, chuckled Snoopy, as Butch was led away, I won ' t see you again. I shoulda had ' im chopped, he mur- mured, hoarsely as he went out. Walter Lewis ' 31 8 FEBRUARY REFLECTOR The Life of a Powder-Horn I was created in the noble state of Vir- ginia about the year eighteen hundred and six. My creator, a fourteen year old boy, fashioned me from one of the horns of a bull from his father ' s farm. I was finished and ready for service in about a week. My maker took me on his next hunting trip, during which we had a great time. Before starting, he poured into me a dark, sandlike substance which occupied about three- fourths of my interior. The powder, as 1 afterward learned was its name, felt heavy. I didn ' t mind this, however, for 1 was glad to be of some service to my master. We had fair success on this first trip of ours and my master treated me kindly. He even al- lowed me, on our return, to share his room with him. In this manner we passed the years of his youth quite happily together. There was, on the other hand, one thing I rather strongly objected to. That was when he cut a small nick in my side every time he bagged a bird. Yet one advantage of this was that I could at any time tell how many birds I had assisted in shooting. Alas, we now come to the saddest part of my life. One day, when we were returning from a highly successful trip, we met one of Ned ' s companions. He ran to greet us, and called out to us that war had been declared. He began to tell my master how the English, of whom Ned had often spoken wrathfully, had gone too far and Congress had declared war on them. We reached home soon, and, as the hour was late, went right to bed. In the morning, Master Ned announced to his mother his intention of joining the army. In two more days we packed up and left the house. His mother, who stood in the door- way, was almost overcome by tears. We caught up to a group of the neighbors ' boys and all of us reached the camp after about ten hours of marching. We slept in a tent, as we had often done while out hunting, surrounded by many other young men. I noticed so me of my relatives on the backs of a few, but none of my species had quite the noble young master I had. We were aroused the next morning by the sound of guns firing and we went quickly out into the open air. Ahead of us were a fjood many of our young fellows, fighting desperately in the face of odds. Ned and I soon mixed in the fray. The air was filled with smoke and the stench of blood. Sudden- ly I felt a tremor pass through the body of my master. Upon seeing Ned fall, one of his friends felt of his heart and then mur- mured, Dead! Just as he was about to spring away, he became aware of my pres- ence; whereupon he stripped me off Ned ' s back. A moment later I fainted from the shock of my only friend ' s death and also from my own brutal treatment. When I came to, I was in a dark room, which I later recognized as the attic of some house. From that time on 1 spent the dullest part of my existence. About a year ago I was rudely awakened from my semi-conscious state and the dust of decades was brushed off me. I then found myself in the hands of a young man about the age my first master had been at the time of his death. From that time on, I have been an object of curiosity. Malcolm Kemp ' 31 Valentine ' s Day Everybody knows that February four- teenth is called Valentine ' s Day. But I am sure few know why it is so called or how the custom of sending valentines originated. The day got its name from eight different Christian martyrs, all named Valentine. On the fourteenth of February, medieval churches used to hold services in their honor. The custom of sending valentines, how- ever, originates from a far different source. As it happened, February fourteenth was the day on which the Roman festival for spring- time took place. Because both of these fell on the same day they were linked together and have existed for so long that a good many people have forgotten how the day orig- inated. Editor How to Succeed Push! said the button. Take pains, said the window. Never be led, said the pencil. Be up-to-date, said the calendar. Always keep cool, said the ice. Do business on tick, said the clock. ' ' Don ' t lose your head, ' ' said the pin. Do driving business, said the hammer. 1 ' Aspire to great things, ' ' said the nutmeg. Rita Leonard ' 34 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 9 A Different Story Beef Howland, city crook and con man, walked serenely down the gangplank of the S.S. Seattle onto Alaskan soil. He went im- mediately to a hash-house and ordered a stack of flapjacks, which he ate greedily. He was a wanted man, having escaped from the pen in which he was supposed to be doing ten years for an oil fraud in Texas. As Beef ate, his piggish eyes roamed the room. It was a small, low-ceilinged room with only two small windows in the front. Over in one corner sat an old man, his head resting cm tiie table and a whiskey bottle at his elbow. Beef, whose business it was to look for suck- ers, walked over to the old man ' s table and threw down a pair of loaded dice. The grizzled old man looked up at him and said drunkenly, Felluh, I ' m rich and poor at the same time. I ' ve got a gold mine that ' s worth a half mil- lion, but nobody will stake me because they all think I ' m crazy. At mention of a gold mine, Howland ' s ears pricked up. He was a gambler and he would take a chance. How much money do you need? he asked. About two or three thousand dollars, answered the old miner. I ' ll stake you on a fifty-fifty proposition and go with you to help you, said Howland. Shake on it. son, said the miner and the deal was on. A week later Beef and the old man started for the claim. They both worked with all that was in them to get the gold out of the ground. After about three months of hard work they threw down their pans and yelled like school- boys in J une. They were through ! Fifty thou- sand ounces of gold were at their disposal. A monstrous sum, thought Beef. Enough to give a man a good time the rest of his life. Nearly a million dollars. The more Howland thought this over, the more greedy for the gold he became. One night he slipped from his bunk and stabbed the man who had been almost a father to him. The next day he buried the old man, took the gold and the dog-team, and started back. That night a mighty blizzard came up, whipping everything in its path. As the bitter cold reached through Beef ' s clothing, he sank in the snow, longing to sleep. During the next summer a young man fol- lowing the trail of the mine came upon a sled, dogs, and a man who had been frozen stiff the winter before. On the sled was so much gold that the young fellow could scarcely carry it. He took it and went on to his father ' s claim, where he saw a grave with this in- scription on wood : ' ' Here Lies a Fool. He trusted me. The young man smiled grimly as he recol- lected the scene back on the trail, and walked slowlv towards the cabin. Karl Peterson ' 31 Imagination I haven ' t enough imagination. said Shelia softly, as she walked down the broad concrete sidewalk toward the office of the Daily Jaunt. That ' s my main difficulty. I guess that — oh — pardon me! A young man had been standing at the junction of the two streets and Shelia, ab- sorbed in her thoughts and looking neither to left nor to right, had collided with him and had nearly knocked him over. My dear young lady, whatever your main difficulty may be, I trust it does not lie in the field of athletics. What a football player you would make! said the young man, rubbing his aching shins, sorrowfully. Do you really think so? asked Shelia. thoughtfully. Young lady, I know so! Well, perhaps I am more of a success as a participant than as an onlooker. I ' m sure of one thing, however, and that is, that as an associate editor on the Daily Jaunt, I ' m a total failure. But I must be going along. I may as well celebrate my last day, and arrive at the office on time for once. What do you mean? Well, I ' m told that I lack imagination, and that point seems to be necessary for my success. You see, I ' m a sport editor, but I don ' t know anything about sports. Until now I ' ve bluffed along and held my job; but the climax has arrived. I Ve got to meet a new cub re- porter at the office tomorrow, take him to the baseball game, and explain the art of making 10 FEBRUARY REFLECTOR an accurate and entertaining report. So it looks as though the jig ' s up for me. Who is this new cub reporter, if I ' m not too inquisitive? I suppose it won ' t do any harm to tell you. His name is Graham Stanton, and his father is worth stacks and stacks of money, but he wants to learn the business, and it looks as if I ' ll learn how to exit. He ' ll prob- ably get my position, which he doesn ' t need any more than a cat needs two tails. But that doesn ' t matter ; he ' 11 get it when the boss finds how I ' ve tricked him all this time. Are you sure that this Stanton fellow wants your job? No, not positively. I ' m not sure of any- thing, except that I ' 11 certainly get fired. ' ' That ' s too bad. I wi sh there was some- thing I could do about it. Let me see — er — I have it! How much time have you got? Just this afternoon, tomorrow is the big day for Stanton. But what is your plan? Well, I ' ve got some tickets to the Yankee- Red Sox game and I thought maybe you ' d accompany me and I could teach you some of the rudiments of the game. All right, but I don ' t know who you are or anything about you. Just call me Jimmy. That ' s an easy name to remember, and I live in a house with my father and mother. Now it ' s your turn. My name is Shelia Greene, single, white, and unimaginative, and I live in a boarding- house at 27 Pleasant Ave. Let ' s get started then, Jimmy. I ' m ready. ' ' That ' s the way to talk, Shelia. ' ' Do you understand the game now, Shelia? asked Jimmy, as they slowly wended their way back through the mass of moving people. ' ' Oh, yes, and thank you so much. I owe my job to you. I ' ll never be able to thank you enough. Well, if you really want to thank me, I ' ll be much obliged if you ' ll go to dinner some night soon with me. 0. K. with me. Here ' s my mansion. Good- bye, Jimmy, and I ' m glad to have met you. And you say that your boss received a telegram saying that Graham Stanton has changed his mind about learning the art of reporting and has entered his father ' s office instead? ' ' Yes, and after all your trouble explaining the game. This is a lovely place, Jimmy. You shouldn ' t have gone to so much expense. Next thing you know you ' ll be bankrupt. Roses on the table and everything. By the way, I don ' t know your last name, Jimmy. What is it? I don ' t think that I ' d better tell you until you ' ve told me whether you love me or not. ' Why — er — Jimmy, I really don ' t know. I just met you last week. I hardly think that I can answer you fairly on such a short acquaintance. Why, I ' ve read all your editorials for the past week, and I think you ' re wonderful. If you ' ll only give me some encouragement and say that you care for me a little, why, I ' 11 be content — for a while. Don ' t you believe in love at first sight, Shelia? Is there anyone else ? If there is, well, I ' 11 go away and try to forget. I don ' t believe I ' m worthy of you, anyhow, after the way I ' ve fooled you. My name is Graham James Stanton and I ' m awfully sorry. I ' ve been a miserable cad and I don ' t imagine you ' ll ever care for me now. I haven ' t much imagination, but Jimmy, I ' ll try and make a bluff at it. Constance Nash ' 31 My Friend You may be six kinds of a liar, You may be ten kinds of a fool, You may be a bloomin ' high flyer, Without any reason or rule. There may be a shadow above you Of ruin and woes that impend, I may not love, but I like you. I like you because you ' re my friend. I knock you, I know, but I do it The same to your face as away, And if other folks knock — Well— they rue it, And wish they had nothing to say. I never make diagrams of you ; No maps of your soul have I penned, For I don ' t analyze- — I just like you Because — well , because You ' re my friend. Martin Mahoney ' 31 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 11 Ship Yard When a boy is engaged to work in the Bethlehem Ship Yard, he is given a physical examination. If the boy proves sound enough, he is given an insurance policy, a time card, and a badge. All this takes place in the Employment Office outside the yard. He then goes back to the main gate, where his time card and the number of his badge is recorded. Going into the yard through the main gate, he passes engine houses, piles of sorted steel plates and girders, power stations, machine shops, blacksmiths ' shops, and the fire station. There is a Company Store in the yard, where everything from work clothes to vacuum cleaners are sold. One boy who began working there during summer vacation, his started in the S. D., or Riveting Department. He was assigned to a crew of French Canadians. The riveter is the boss of the crew, and is generally the largest man. The riveter im- pressed the boy, since he weighed about two hundred and thirteen pounds, solid and as strong as an ox. A crew consists of four men, the riveter, holder-on, heater-boy, and passer- boy. The riveter drives the rivets or puts a head on them. (Rivets are similar to nails, having one head.) His job is always hard for he can never use a jam, but must always hold his gun to shape the heads. Sometimes, when the rivets are long, he has to chip them. A chipping machine is smaller than a gun and has a cold chisel instead of a dye in it. After chipping the rivet, he must lay one machine down and pick the other up and make the head flush with the deck, or shell. When he does not chip them, he uses snap rivets, which are only used in the places that are covered up and cannot be seen when the ship is built, or on the outside, because they would stop the smoothness of the ship ' s progress. The holder-on holds the rivet in place and up tight so that the riveter can drive it. His job is sometimes easy, especially when he uses a jam, which is a machine with a large cylinder similar to an air pump for pumping tires. An iron pipe is used when the distance is very great from the staging up to the rivet. The holder-on turns off the air as it escapes from the cylinder, letting the piston into the cylinder eight inches. The size of the machine mpressions determines the distance, and the machine drops enough to let the passer-boy put a rivet in the hole. Then the holder-on turns on the air and it fills the cylinder, driving the piston out and clamping the machine tight against the rivet to be driven. That machine can only be used when the staging is strong and the work overhead. On a shell job, the holder-on ' s machine is the same as the riveter ' s. A holder-on has to get into all positions imaginable ; that is what makes this job so hard. In a very small place, a dolly-bar is used. A dolly-bar is made of solid iron and is about one foot long and one and one-half inches square. This head is held against the rivet. Sometimes the bar slips and the holder-on is struck with the falling rivet either in the face or on the body. It is never serious, because of the short distance it falls. No one bothers over a few burns. The heater-boy heats the rivets in a forge about three feet high and one and one-half feet in diameter. Compressed air is used to keep the coke burning. The heater generally puts in nine or ten rivets in a circle around the center. When he throws a rivet, he puts another in its place, so that he always has hot rivets. The hard part of heating rivets is the intense heat and the gas. It is torture when the tongs get hot and burn through the gloves. The heater must take most of the blame if the crew doesn ' t make piecework in a day. The heater always gets the blame. The passer-boy catches the rivets from the heater and with tongs puts them in the hole for the holder-on to fasten to. Passing rivets is sometimes easy and sometimes hard. At times, the boy has to catch them when he has only one plank to stand on, and a slip would mean certain death. Other times he must jump from plank to plank with a white hot rivet in his hand. He has to crawl through holes, under supports, and he must go as fast as he can, for a cold rivet is very hard to drive, and to bring a cold rivet, is a grevious mis- take, punishable by many choice words from the money crazy crew. No one acts or looks , save when on piece- work on a hot day; then they all swear and yell. 12 FEBRUARY REFLECTOR One day the crew was working on a finish up shell job. It was like an elevator shaft, only down at the bottom it came to a point where the sides of the ship cupped in. The place was small and the only way to get the rivets was for the heater-boy to drop them down through a two inch pipe-hole in the deck. This was all right until they worked half way down the side of the ship. Then the rivets would bounce around and fall on all parts of their bodies. They stuffed paper in their hats to act as a cushion, but a rivet falling from the top down to the bottom of a snip has quite a little force to it, and as a result, the shoulders and heads of the crew were bruised and burnt. The gas given off from the corking was suffocating, and made the men ' s eyes smart. The gas was most intense after the boy slipped a rivet home, and the white hot iron rivet set the corking on fire. They had just about enough strength to climb up out of their hole at the end of the day. Another time they were working inside the ship when the holder-on lost his nerve. It was a hot day and they had carried the forge right down beside the crew so that they could work faster. The heater was mov- ing his forge alongside of the rest of the men ; between the heat of the day and the fire in the forge, the staging overhead caught on fire. Nevertheless, they had to keep working in spite of all the heat, choking smoke, nerve- racking noises, and the intense tension all around, which made the work almost unbear- able. No human being could stand it, least of all the nervous holder-on. When the smoke and gas from the forge started, he began coughing. The riveter, being money crazy, kept his gun pounding impatiently, but the nervous holder-on let it get the best of him. His nerves gave away, and he cried and screamed like a baby. The safety man wouldn ' t let us work there any more, until a hole was burnt through to admit air. J. Sullivan ' 33 A Great Life To begin with, burned toast and no morn- ing paper do not make a pleasant breakfast- time for the man of the house. So, with the baby crying and Norma in one of her temper-fits, it was no wonder that Emily ' s, for the time being, worst half, threw her oidy a cross ' ' Good by as he hurried towards the station. After satisfying the desires of Teddy and spanking Norma, Emily started the dishes, only to be stopped by the incessant ringing of the telephone. Crash! Norma was help- ing with the dishes again. Darn! Hastily excusing herself, she rushed to the kitchen and surveyed the mess. Oh, well ! After dishes, baking. What dull- ness housework is ! Norma, you must not grab the goldfish! Come here and watch me bake! So Norma obediently trotted to the kitchen with Tobby, the cat, following. Norma climbed on a chair and Tobby jumped on the table. Get out! You ' re always where you ' re not wanted ! A slight rustle attracted Emily ' s attention. There standing on the porch, an outraged ex- pression on her face, was the next door neigh- bor, who indignantly retraced her steps just as Emily was about to explain as best she could. Odear, what a life! Came the noon and Norma must have cocoa. Oh, that cover! It would stick. There! — Oh! all over me! There ' s the doorbell. Norma you sit still ' til I come back! She jerked out a handkerchief and wiped her face. Are you interested in books, Madam? — oh! Well, why didn ' t he go on and stop grin- ning like a sap. No! she snapped. Inso- lent! The mirror in the hall was soiled ; it needed to be cleaned. Oh, she gasped, no wonder he laughed, that darned cocoa! I ' m glad he was no one I know ! ' ' Half past five, time for Norma to go to bed. Thank heavens! peace at last. Oh, no, there ' s the doorbell again. This time she looked in the mirror. Package, Madam! Oh, yes, thank you! Wonder what it is — for me! Quickly she opened it — Flowers from Ted. ' Be my valentine. ' Oh, the dar- ling! ! Well, this sure is a great life! Myrtle Pray ' 31 WKYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 13 Valentines and a Pin Eddie, you don ' t love me. But, Betsy, darlin ' — Don ' t you ' darlin ' ' me, you Eddie. If you don ' t give me that pin, I ' ll never speak to you again. So there! Eddie frowned. How could he get that pin? Mary had it, but he couldn ' t tell Betsy so, and Mary wouldn ' t let him have it. What did girls want of such stuff, anyway? But, I can ' t give — Why — say — listen, Bet, you meet me here tomorrow and I ' ll give it to you. And so they parted, Eddie anxiously hop- ing liis plan to get the pin from his old girl, Mary, who now seemed very uninteresting beside pretty Betsy, new in town, would work. Once at home, eight year old Eddie surveyed two valentines ; one a comic, the other, handsome and lacey. Now he could send the pretty one to Betsy and could even get the pin from Mary. After putting the two valentines into envelopes, he carefully addressed them ; the comic to Mary, the other to Betsy. Next morning he purposely walked by Mary ' s house. Yes, just as he expected she was waiting for him. Hey, Eddie, you come here. Eddie came nearer, slyly winking at his dog. You horrid, mean, old thing, Mary went on. What do you mean by sending me that valentine? she pointed to the comic in her hand. I ' ll never speak to you again. After you told me that I was your best girl! I ' m going to tell my mother. And you needn ' t think I want your old pin, either. So there! Hurling the pin to the ground, she ran into the house. Eddie grabbed it up and joyfully ran down the street to Betsy ' s house. Hey, Betsy! he shouted. Then when she came out, he said, Look, I ' ve got the pin. Oh, Eddie isn ' t it pretty? And thanks for the pretty valentine, said Betsy. Eleanor Bicknell ' 33 Teacher: So you ' ve broken off a tooth. How did you do it? Six year old: Oh, shifting gears on a lollipop. Greatness What is greatness? Is it power, richess, or supremacy over every living being? Is it tal- ent, ohart, or beauty? To all these things we answer, No. Greatness is judged not by the deed, but by the manner in which it is done ; not by the appearance of the man, but by his character. As we think of great men, Lincoln comes first to our minds. Others have been great, but no other man lives in the hearts of his countrymen as Lincoln has lived. No man is loved by all races, creeds, and nationalities as Lincoln is loved. Who of us can not help but feel uplifted as we read of Lincoln ' s struggle against poverty, jealousy, and taunts which would have disheartened the strongest among us ? He fought for his own convictions and ideals, not for money or fame. His only reward was in knowing that he had done his duty towards his country, his fellow citi- zens, and his God. Every action and deed of Lincoln ' s life was filled with simplicity and humility. Lincoln ' s Gettysburg address, short and simple, so typical of the man, character- ized him far better than any essay or story. We can picture Lincoln as he rose awkwardly to the platform to deliver the speech which he had written on a piece of scrap paper — the speech which was to fill the audience with wonder and awe. Later we can see him, happy in the thought that the war between brothers is over, that the Union has been saved. Then a sadder sight presents itself as we make out the figure of a man cold in death, cut down at the time when his country needed him most, to bring it out of chaos. Lincoln, the gentle, loving leader, the man who guided his country through the most trying period of its existence, was truly great. He will never be forgotten by the country which he helped to save. Sadie Lambe ' 31 The Waterfalls The falls, the falls, the beautiful falls, Oh, how they shine, sparkle and flash, As down, ever down, they dash! They roar, they sing, they play, and dance. It makes one happy to see them prance. Harold Doble, Junior Annex, Grade VII 1-1 FEBRUARY REFLECTOR RHINES LUMBER CO. Framing Lumber Window Frames Windows and Sash Doors, Interior Finish Floors and Cabinet Work Insulating Materials Building Specialties 148 COMMERCIAL STREET WEYMOUTH Phone Wey. 1640 Winter The summer visitors have long ago left for their homes, and a few fishermen and their families are the sole inhabitants of the small village of Blankton. The deserted summer cottages gaze out on a bleak, wintry landscape, with vacant, eye- like windows. The wind whistles a melan- choly, dirge-like tune as it rushes through the scraggly, dwarf pines that struggle for existence on the dismal sand dunes that lie beyond the houses. On the beach, the cold, green, white-capped waves roar a deep accompaniment to the chant of the wind, while over on the snow- covered rocks the rollers boom and crash, sending sheets of frozen spray almost over the lonely coast-guard station. Out beyond, in the midst of a mighty tumult, stands the lighthouse like a cold grey spectre. Occa- sionally it is enveloped in a shroud of icy, wind-driven spray. In calmer moments a hardly discernible speck far out on the waves reveals itself to be a ship, laboring under her storm sails. In the cove, the small fishing crafts bob uneasily at their moorings. The pine-clad, snow-covered hills and woods be- hind the little white church complete the picture. If the reader gives his imagination free rein, he will be transported to a spot which is close to my heart, particularly at the Christmas season, when a certain home-like cheer is infused into the veins of all who are so fortunate as to spend their Christmas holi- days there. Fletcher Bates ' 32 Time Christmas is over, the new year ' s begun, With the same old earth, and the same old sun ; But thoughts and ideals are one year ad- vanced New work, new friends, new things to be chanced. Our old friend Tempus can ' t be stopped. Onward, onward, he faithfully goes ; His age isn ' t reckoned by the clock As he walks through life in his tattered clothes. George Ward, Junior Annex, Grade YIII WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 15 An Unknown Tale I cannot think where I was, or when it happened ; but I was there, and somebody else was there — I know not who. From a hazy chaos I found myself on the shore with this somebody, where the sea was black and rough, and the sky was filled with black clouds, which looked as though they were trying to get away from something — rushing, rushing. As I watched them, I thought they would never cease. They did not, but kept rushing on continually, until, disheartened, I became interested once more in the sea. Far off. where the horizon ended, I watched a wretched-looking ship approach. Somehow, I dreaded the thought of its coming ashore. My mind felt faint, and it seemed as if I had heard only the gushing of water and had seen only its splash all my life. It never occurred to me to wonder where I might be, but instead I had a strange, contented feeling. Soon I heard music, fine and sweet. My companion sang in tender tones while my mind began to waken. I started, my heart beat fast, and I began to tremble ; I thought I should go mad, for approaching me were many, many figures of little devils with wicked faces. The music became louder and very shrill, until I thought I should go deaf. My companion vanished be- fore my eyes, and above the music I could hear his voice seeming to call me and growing more and more excited. The devils drew closer and closer, leering with their homely, dis- figured mouths and glaring evilly with their tiny, piercing eyes. I felt numb all over. My senses began to fail me. I could hear a faint hum of music, and could see mistily a thou- sand horrible faces and ugly forms swimming before my eyes. I do not know where or how I experienced this. It was not a dream or a reverie, nor was it a dull thought, a half-dream, but I have experienced it — and it was agony for my soul. Pauline Rose Williams Mr. Lyons: McKenzie, if your father ' s car gets twenty miles to one gallon of gas and he bought ten gallons, how far could he go? McKenzie: Not an inch. Ma drives our car. The Confessions of a Wastebasket I sit in the corner and never am heard To utter a murmur or speak a word. I am used to hold papers, torn into bits, While my mistress, pondering, at her desk sits. But I think it is time to tell what I would — She ' s not doing the studying that she really should. Why she doesn ' t — I wish I knew. I ' 11 find out soon, though ; the phone is the clew. Each night about six, the telephone rings. While talking, she jots down the silliest things. When she hangs up the receiver, she sits there and dreams, And then reads one page, fifty times, so it seems. I ' ve patched up these papers, torn up so small, And finally I ' ve found that he ' s handsome and tall. He wears a blue sweater that matches his eyes, And his greatest habit is heaving big sighs. She tears up her themes when they ' re mostly done, And throws them at me, until she has none. She calls me such names as English paper casket. But, after all, I ' m just a wastepaper basket! Marjorie Burne ' 31 Ma, Mum and Mother It ' s nice to have a chum who understands you And really loves you just for what you are, Someone whom you can go to with your troubles ; It ' s great to have a chum like dear old Ma! It ' s nice to have someone to call companion Who cares for things that you care for — just someone To be with you in heart and soul and body. Yes ! Just a sweet companion like my Mum ! It ' s nice to have a pal to help you onward, Just one to share your secrets with — no other Who knows your every weakness and temp- tation. It ' s great to have a pal like dear, sweet Mother! Ola Jean Taylor ' 31 George Washington George Washington — what a lot that name brings to the minds of those who hear it ! What a wealth of feeling and sentiment ! Who can deny that he was one of the greatest men of our history? Born at Bridges Creek, in Virginia, Febru- ary 22, 1732, he spent his childhood there in peaceful and uneventful contentment. While 0:1 a trip to India, when a young man, his a 1 most uncanny ability to meet and over- come obstacles that were seemingly impossible wis developed. Quiet, reserved, and resource- ful, even then he seemed marked by destiny to become a leader of men. In 1754, having been appointed a lieutenant colonel in a Virginia regiment, he met and defeated the French and Indian forces at Great Meadows. Then followed his vigorous defense at Fort Necessity. From then on, he figured greatly in the affairs of the nation. Always of a mathematical turn of mind, his ability to solve problems served him well. He placed and moved his men on the field of battle with surprising results. When the war )rtly afterwards married Martha Danaridge in Virginia ended in 1757, he resigned and Curtis. He died on December 14, 1799, to be mourned for by all. He had finished his work gloriously and faithfully, and to the last he sha ' l be remembered. Marie Conroy ' 31 Marshal JofTre The passing of Marshal Joffre was indeed the saddest event of the past year. Papa Joffre , as the French called him, was one of the most kind and loving men in all France. He held the highest place, in the heart of the whole world. The grim but vain fight which he showed near the end, when his leg had been amputated and his strength gradually ebbing out, showed what amazing courage and vitality there was in the soul of the man of the hour. Some critics even try to maintain that Joffre was not really the hero that he was said to be. They say that it was just luck on his part and of his making use of the mis- takes of the Germans that won the battle of the Marne instead of a great military genius that he really was. They even doubt that his name will go down in history. They can well say this after the war is over and after Joffre is dead. They should at least show some respect for the man who saved France and perhaps the whole world from being devastated and terrorized by the Ger- mans, for if the Germans had won the battle of the Marne, they would soon have captured Paris and then, with France and Russia out of the way, they might have conquered the British Isles and the United States, too. John Bentley ' 33 The editors of the REFLECTOR have been successful in the last few issues in keeping the columns free from any long-winded articles relative to bigger and better school spirit at Weymouth High. Yet, after our school has been defeated by wide margins in both foot- ball and basketball by a school of less than one-half our enrollment, it is time to call the attention of the male members of the student body to the fact that the school, in addition to offering opportunities for display of talent in operettas and study-halls, maintains adequate facilities for participation in interscholastic athletics. A professional coach has been hired by the School Committee but, despite his ability, he is seriously handicapped, without sufficient material with which to mould his teams. It is the common occurrence, when the various teams are called out, for a handful of regulars to show up, the remainder of the group consisting of freshmen, curious to know what it is all about. Unless this condition is remedied, by the students spending less time draped over a pool table and more time on the athletic field, athletics will stand in a bad way, and may even be dropped for lack of interest. Foskett ' 31 Notice In the last issue, on the Student Opinion page, two of the titles were mixed up. The title to Scott ' s article was Vote Yes, and to Miss Flynn ' s School Spirit. I hope that these two juniors will excuse the mis- take and write in to us again. Seniors!! How about those class dues? Why Weymouth Needs a Hockey Team For several years the students of the Wey- mouth High School have been asking for a hockey team. If enough energy were shown and a few good reasons were given, I think that Weymouth would soon have that team. There are certainly plenty of good players in the school and many athletes have already stated that they would ' ' try out ' ' for a hockey team if one were formed. It is true that we did try to put a team on the ice three years ago. This team was unsuccessful, not from the lack of spirit and material, but because of the lack of ice. Why let ill luck spoil a good, clean sport? That winter was the worst, from a sporting stand- point, that we have had for many years. Students, if you would like a hockey team, urge that a portion of the Legion Memorial Field be flooded and a hockey club be formed under student managership. We could surely make the sport successful if we had a good rink near the school. Frederick N. Andrews ' 31 Freshmen Attention As a postgraduate of W. H. S. and a member of the REFLECTOR Staff, I thought I ' d try my hand at writing an article for the space entitled Student Opinion. Glancing over my pile of REFLECTORS, which I have kept through my four years in W. H. S. and before — I wonder who else can boast such a collection — I find that the Freshman Class every year have had hardly anything in the REFLECTOR. There have 18 FEBRUARY REFLECTOR been one or two articles in an entire year of four or five issues. It certainly looks bad for that class in particular. Of course, I know all the excuses which I shall, at this point, have showered upon me, such as We need all our time for studying to get a foundation for our four years in W. H. S. Well, here I am coming at you. You all have English, and more than four or five times a year your various English teachers ask you to write a composition. There ' s your chance! If it has any value, your English teacher will pass it over to one of our literary editors. I can ' t promise that all your stories or ' ' what-have-you ' s will be accepted, but 1 am perfectly sure they will stand a fair chance. Don ' t be disappointed, whatever happens. Even the eighth-graders in the Junior An- nex have a better showing than the Fresh- man Class. One even won a prize in a REFLECTOR contest. Come on, you fresh- men ; let ' s see what you can do. There has never been a Freshmen Section in the REFLECTOR, because there has never been any need. So it ' s up to you, the Freshman Class, future authors, poets, and what-nots, to put on your thinking caps and start something. The rest of us will sit back and watch for your dust, if you have any to kick up. M. De Boer ' 30 Clouds Have you ever noticed the clouds Away up in the sky, And the different shapes they take As they sail majestically by? Maybe at first you would not see The different pictures that appear to me. First I see, as they go by, A full rigged ship sailing on high ; Then comes a picture that seems out of place — A picture of a man with an angry face. Next the ocean with its mountainous waves ; Then an old Roman galley, With its hold full of slaves. Many other pictures come and go. Some are better than a movie show. So take a look the next cloudy day, And watch the clouds as they frolic and play. Thomas Oarvey ' 31 Marie ' s Ford The Ford is my auto ; I shall not want (another). It maketh me lie down beneath it ; It soreth my soul ; It leadeth me in the path of ridicule For its name ' s sake. Yea, though I ride in the valleys, I ' m towed up the hills; I feel much evil ; For thy rod and thy engine discomfort me ; The radiator runneth over. Surely, if this thing follows me the rest of my life, I will dwell in the bug-house forever. A Realistic Dream Nothing is pleasanter to me than to wander along the seashore early on a summer morn- ing with a companion. The air is cool and refreshing. The waves roll lazily upon the beach and then retard more swiftly. Nothing is heard but the low rumble of the waves and the soft sound of our feet upon the moist sand. The sun sends its friendliest rays upon the ocean, ma king it appear to be a sea sparkling with gold. A gauze-like haze covers the horizon, hiding the line between the sea and the sky from us. Our gaze is drawn to the scene as if by a charm. But as the sun rises higher in the heavens and tourists whiz by in their cars, arousing us from the charm, we must wait until an- other day to find again the serene picture of early morning. Rita Berchteld ' 33 Visions of Spring i As I gaze out of my window And see the snow on the ground, I recall the visions of spring, With flowers and grass all around. II I noticed the giant fir trees, All laden with snow to their tips. Then I think how they look in the summer, Standing straight as the masts of ships. Elsie Mctrshman ' 34 M. Pray: I haven ' t any boy friends. Bryant: What do you call them? M. Pray: I don ' t call them anything, but sometimes I wish I had nerve enough to. Weymouth, Massachusetts. Dear Dot: February 15, 1931. Well, the year ' s more than half over. Time certainly does go fast in this school. A lot of things have happened this term. In the first place, the seniors had a New Year ' s Party with mistletoe. It was an enjoyable affair, even though some of the male mem- bers seemed very shy about dancing. Basketball started off with a bang. School spirit has been running high — if measured in the amount of booing heard. Mr. Ken- nedy is coaching. The juniors have elected their officers and their ring committee. The seniors also had a meeting for the picture and dance commit- tees. Speaking of class meetings, there ' s plenty of room for improvement in them. One day we came to school to find that we had visitors. The population of the toy shop was entertained as the guests of the class of ' 33: And everywhere the sophies went the dolls were sure to go! The Varsity Club held another dance on the twenty-first. As usual, it was well at- tended. The crowning event of the term, excluding the exams, was the operetta. It was held on the sixth and seventh of February and was certainly a great success. Then, after all that excitement, came the exams, as boresome and surprising in their questions as ever. Now, this term is over and we have only two more terms left in the year. The seniors, especially, hate to see it slipping away — their last year of school as kids. Love, Mary. On Wednesday, January 21, the South- eastern Massachusetts League of School Pub- lications, of which our dear old Weymouth High is a very worthy and important mem- ber, held a meeting at Durfee High School, Fall River. The greatly honored staff members who represented the REFLECTOR were : Myrtle Pray, Mr. Brown, Marie Conroy, Nookie Andrews, Catherine DeLuca, Leonard Bryant, Josephine Caruso, John Anderson, Sue Harper, Filomena Amoroso. As soon as the one-thirty bell rang, (we got out of the last period, weren ' t we lucky?) we rushed to our home-rooms, got our coats and hats on, rushed outdoors and piled into the royal coaches that were to convey us in state to Fall River. All the girls rode in a Cadillac sedan, and the boys had a delightful little stag party in a Buick sedan. After a long ride, during which Sue Harper nearly had nervous prostration because our chauffeur would not drive faster than 25 miles an hour, we finally arrived at Durfee High School. The cars stopped before a very large gray build- ing which, although it could never compare with Weymouth High, we had to admit was some school. The chauffeurs opened the doors for us, and with stately dignity — you ' d be surprised ! — we filed into the main hall of the High School, where we signed up and bought our supper tickets. Then we were informed by one of the staff members of Durfee Hilltop that we could get hot chocolate in the cafeteria. We went downstairs and were soon refreshing our wearied bodies with a really delectable cup of hot chocolate. It was then about three-thirty. We took our coats and hats off, and until quarter to 20 FEBRUARY REFLECTOR four wandered around the building like stray- ing cattle, inspecting just about everything. Then a bell rang, and we all assembled in the auditorium, where we listened to an excellent speech of welcome (a short and sweet one) given by the Principal, Mr. Carroll, and were given directions as to where our departmental meetings would be. After a good deal of confusion and noise, everybody got settled and the departmental meetings were under way. They lasted about one hour, and at quarter past five another gong of the bell announced that we were to go down in the gym for a short period of dancing, much to the relief of many. Down into the gym we rushed, eager to exercise our feet as we had been exercising our brains for the past hour. And maybe that wasn ' t strenuously ! About six o ' clock still another clanging of the bell announced supper. Then, there was the grand rush. You would vow that the cafeteria of the Durfee High School was tak- ing the place of the Salvation Army that day. After supper the business meeting was held in the assembly hall, and after that — the entertainment. It was furnished by the Dra- matic Club. The entertainment was certainly splendid. The first number on the program was A Midnight Fantasy, in which the characters were a modern girl and an old- fashioned girl, both of whom told stories of their times and love affairs. The second num- ber was a Russian Lullaby. Then a short but good Irish play, Killarney, was presented. After that one of the alumni of Durfee High gave Mysteries in Magic. He was truly very funny, and this was one of his tricks : He said, Someone name a card, and then think of something. I ' ll find the card in this pack and tell you what you ' re thinking of. After a few in the audience had named a card, one of Weymouth High ' s most brilliant students, Frederick Nookum Andrews, yelled, Jack of Diamonds. Jack of Diamonds, replied the magician, Think of something. I am, said Nookie. All right, responded the magician, you are in love with two women, a short one, and a tall one. You don ' t know which one to mar- ry. Which girl will be the lucky one? You will marry the short one; the tall girl will be the lucky one! We all laughed, and Nookie even had the grace to blush. The star number of the pro- gram was a play, The Valiant. It was a really splendid piece of dramatic work, and it was so effective that Josephine Caruso cried and got two spots, from the tears, on her dress. That was that ! We piled into our royal coaches and started homeward. In Taunton we got out and went into a drug store. Mr. Brown generously treated us all. Then we resumed our way home once more. It was about eleven thirty when we all got home, safe and sound. J. Caruso ' 31 Did You Know That The original part of the High School was erected in 1898 ? The Gym was where 301 and the type room are now? There was only one room where 110 and 111 are? The Assemblv Hall was where 214, 210, 211, and 304 are? Until 1915 there was a day ' s holiday for the Weymouth Fair? Even before 1900 there was the same temp- tation on the part of some to carve on the desks as there is now? Those maple trees along the drive were given by the Monday Club in 1899? In 1900 there were eight teachers? In 1906 Greek was dropped from the course of study? In 1912 the School Orchestra was formed? The mineral collection was given by Dr. Granger in 1895, and by Mr. D. M. Easton in 1898? Myrtle Pray ' 31 High Lights of Next Term Term begins March 2 League Meeting at North Easton March 18 Holiday — Good Friday April 3 Senior Dance April 10 Holiday— Patriots ' Day April 20 Exams April 20 Reflector April 24 Vacation April 24 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 21 The Civic Centre One of the most beautiful spots in Wey- mouth and a spot of which all Weymouth citizens should be proud, is the Weymouth Civic Centre. The location of this attractive place is Middle Street, East Weymouth. The centre contains the Weymouth High School, the Junior High School, the Town Hall, an open- air auditorium, and the Memorial Wall and Cross. The High School was the first structure erected on this tract of land. Gradually this building has been enlarged, until now it in- cludes a large auditorium, two gymnasiums, and one of its wings contains the Junior High School. The Town Hall, a copy of the Old State House in Boston, was started in March, 1928 by the contractors, Miles and Son, and was finished the day before Christmas in the same year. The stage of the open-air auditorium, which is in the middle of the Civic Centre, has for its background a long wall which includes tablets with names of every Weymouth man who has fought in the wars of the United States. Because of unavailable records, there is no tablet for the Weymouth men who fought in King George ' s war. The corner stone of the wall, which was laid in April, 1929, is a stone taken from the battlefield of Gettysburg. In a hollow on the inside of the stone is a small box containing many tilings, some of which are of historic signifi- cance to Weymouth — some 1928 coins ; stones from the landing place in Weymouth, Eng- land ; cuttings from Weymouth newspapers ; a Grand Army badge ; an American Legion button ; earth from the graves of Weymouth men buried overseas ; a Weymouth town re- port of the preceding year ; Town Meeting acts ; and a paper containing the names of town officials. The Memorial Cross, standing aloft on a small hill, is made of Barre granite and is copied from a cross in Arlington National Cemetery in Washington. The purpose of the Cross is to remind the citizens of Weymouth of the heroic men who paid the supreme tribute for their country. Operetta The truth of the statement, History re- peats itself, has once again been proved at Weymouth High School, for our annual oper- etta was certainly a success. This year, it was a Russian one and was called ' ' Sonia. ' ' Those who took part in or were in any way con- nected with it know how much rushin ' it took to present Sonia so successfully. The costumes and scenery were beautiful, and special thanks should be given members of the cast for the capable way in which they handled their parts. Although the operetta will be reviewed with more detail in the com- mencement issue, the following should, at this time, be commended for their help in the presentation of Sonia : Mrs. McGrath for her wonderful work as the coach. Mr. Calderwood, our well-known musical director, and members of the orchestra. Mr. Monroe, who directed the singing. The Art Department for the scenery. The Carpentry Department of the Voca- tional School, who erected the scenery. The Sewing Department for the gorgeous costumes. The Domestic Science Department for the candy. Mrs. White for taking charge of candy sales. The Printing Department of the Vocational School, who printed the programmes. H. S. L. ' 32 Tn chemistry: And now we ' ll take wood alcohol. Voice: Hurry up and take it. Donovan Drug Corp. The Service Store Teh. Wev. 2023-1501-1502 WEYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS A great many people avail themselves of our free delivery service. Why not you? Next time you need drug store merchandise, phone your order. Margaret Kelly ' 32 22 FEBRUARY REFLECTOR French Club The French Club, under the direction of Miss Berry, has been meeting regularly and with a pretty good attendance, considering the number of its members that were busy with operetta rehearsals. Through the in- genuity and originality of the various enter- tainment committees, a great deal of enjoy- ment has been provided. At the last meeting the members exchanged French valentines, with verses written in French on them. At that meeting, all were entertained by an amusing play given under the direction of the presiding chairman, Louise Merrill. This play provoked much merriment for both the players and the audience. Correspondence with High School students in France was voted on and Miss Berry has promised to obtain the addresses of a number of French boys and girls. You may be sure that all are looking forward to the answers to their first letters. Marie Conroy ' 31, Secretary Junior Class Meetings The first meeting of the Class of ' 32 was held in 114 on December 20, 1930, for the purpose of choosing a nominating commit- tee. Mr. Brown, the chairman, explained that the nominating committee should be made up of representatives from each junior home room ; so, after much discussion, the following were declared members of the committee: Dot Branley, 211; Red Gould, 212; Newland Holmes, 215 ; Wallie Monahan, 216; Ed Perry, 217; and Nunu Taylor, 220. The second meeting was held on December 31, 1930. At this time the nominating com- mittee submitted a list of names of those peo- ple whom they had found to be eligible for office. From this list, on the first ballot, Wallie Monahan was elected President, and Dot Branley, Secretary. Mr. O ' Don- nell, chairman of this meeting, then turned the chair over to the newly-elected presi- dent, who took charge of the remainder of the meeting. On the second ballot, Dick Zeoli was elected 1st Vice-President, Bob Wadman, 2nd Vice-President, and Mar- guerite Goodrich, Treasurer. The third meeting of the Junior Class was held January 9, 1931. After Mr. O ' Donnell had given the class some suggestions about parliamentary law, the following motions were made and seconded : 1. That plans for a Junior Party be dis- cussed. 2. That a ring committee of seven be ap- pointed by the chair. 3. That a committee of arrangements for the class party be appointed by the chair. 4. That a decorating committee of seven be appointed by the chair. The president appointed as members of the ring committee : Edie Baker Wesley Holbrook Irene Cook Stewart Loud Marie Galligan Richard Roche Barbara Wolfe Sue Harper ' 32 Alumni Notes The Alumni Editor wishes to thank all those who have ably assisted her in prepar- ing a column for this issue. From Tufts Col- lege comes the following : Tufts Press Bulletin. Miss Nancy Adams, a sophomore at Jack- son College, the Department for Women at Tufts, is making an exceptionally good show- ing scholastically. She is especially interested in German. Miss Adams also finds time to assist with the work of the Alumni Office, and is an assistant to Professor Miller, who is Secretary-Treasurer of the New England Association of Colleges and Secondary Schools. She is pledged to Sigma Kappa Sorority. Miss Adams is a graduate of Wevmouth High School, Class of 1929. From some unknown member of the class of 1929 came a letter enclosing the following : Mary Daley, Chandler Secretarial School. Cynthia Eck, Vesper George Art School. Helen Lang, Chandler Secretarial School. Alberta Richmond, Hyannis Normal. From Miss Tonry, Mr. Pearson ' s secretary comes the following: Philip A. Conathan (Gus), 1929, ig re- ported on the honor roll at Worcester Acad- emy and has been elected Captain of the Foot Ball Team for next year. WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 23 Aileen McGrath and Helen O ' Halloran, 1930, first-year students in the Normal School at Johnson, Vermont, have made the first team in basketball. The Class of 1929 held their reunion in the Weymouth High School Gym, on Tuesday, De- cember 30, at 8 P. M. The following alumni are members of the Class of 1930 : Antoinette Cirigliano, Burroughs Calculat- ing School. Muriel Golby, Stetson Shoe Company. Eunice Johnson, Stetson Shoe Company. Isabelle Hawley, Weymouth Light Pow- er Co. Did you know that Miss Velma Abbott, Mr. Hilton ' s clerk, and Miss Herberta Stockwell, the nurse, graduated with the Class of 1917 ? The following alumni are taking post- graduate courses at Weymouth High School : Andrewena Bell, Robert Kibby, Richard Dorley, Wilbur Tirrell, Russell Tower. Miss Emily Sherman ' 30, is employed by the American Agricultural Chemical Co. M. Be Boer ' 30 An Exhortation Hark ye , fellow members of the oppressed sex! Too long have we lived beneath the yoke of convention. It is for us to show our spirit and give vent to our feelings in color and freedom of dress. It is true that Mr. O ' Donnell and Leonard Bryant, with their gay neckties, have taken a decided step, but it is only a small one. I recall, when I men- tion freedom of dress, the three dauntless, far-seeing youths who so fearlessly displayed their spirit in gay flowered jackets. I herewith present a few suggestions for a colorful, comfortable, informal costume. The shoes may be a pair of red dancing slippers or pink moccasins; the trousers should be large and baggy and of an attractive robin ' s egg blue or old rose ; the shirt should be of tight-fitting red or lavender silk ; the necktie, which is merely draped about the neck, may be of some sombre color, such as yellow (to match the socks) ; the hat, which is not necessary, may be a remodelled woman ' s hat cut up and dyed a becoming Nile green or flesh color. Perhaps you will agree with me now, that the new dress would be a vast improvement over our present conditions. Al ' 31 Answer to An Exhortation ' 1 Hark ye again, members of the so- called oppressed sex! It was my privilege to read the work of the poor, dominated, and downtrodden before it went to the press. Too long, indeed, have you lived under the yoke of convention. Shame on you if you have not power enough to throw it off ! Personally, I cannot see anything comfort- able in slopping stockings. Yet how many of the oppressed do we see with their stock- ings pulled up? Now far be it from me to find any flaws with the honorable gentleman ' s proposed cos- tume. But how comfortable would the pretty slippers be when you stubbed your toe? I suppose I should not have mentioned that for how easy and convenient it would be for the fairer sex to take their vengeance on the disobedient little ones. The next thing in the costume which I could find fault with is the trousers. Did the far-sighted gentleman not realize that shorts are much more ' ' cool and comfortable ' ' ? And they come in all colors including the pastel shades that are so popular now. (But, please, for art ' s sake, get a shade that goes with your complexion.) As for the shirt, — heavens, anything but a tight fitting one! — silk, yes, but Russian in style that is more of a blouse effect. And, ye of the oppressed sex, how can ye be so inconsistent as to suggest such a thing as a cravat? Absolutely, No! A turned back collar is much more appropriate if you do not have a round neck on the blouse. And if you must imitate the opposite sex in headgear, why not a small beret in pastel shades ? I hope that my attempt of costuming, which my course in exterior decorating has helped me plan, may be as agreeable to you as that of mon pauvre petit, Al. However, I bet you won ' t appear in it! Respectfully submitted, MARY. Vera: Gee, Don would make a good fire- man. Helen: How ' s that? Vera: Because he never takes his eyes off the hose. 24 FEBRUARY REFLECTOR Comments from Division IIB1 Henry (not Higgins) may have made a lady out of Lizzie, but we doubt if Miss Jefts will ever make Frenchmen out of us. Oui ! — Pardon the French — We want to know what is the matter with our cheer lead- ers at the basketball games. All we hear is : Booh ! Booh ! or perhaps : Boo hoo! when we lose. To the one who writes Be a Benny all over the blackboards, we advocate Be a Berry. (Any information concerning this may be obtained from Mile. Harriet Berry) We suggest that if the Varsity Club would supply a few attractive dancing in- structors (both sexes) the attendance at the dances would be increased. (We hope that if this is done the so-called instructors will teach us how to change rapid- ly from a waltz to a fox trot, or vice versa, in case the orchestra decides to become playful) It was once said that we needed plush seats in the assembly hall when we had music, so that we could sleep better. Now, may it be suggested that we need sound-proof ear muff ' s — ask Grandpop ; he knows — so that the other fellow ' s snoring won ' t disturb our slumbers? After our having Doll Day, the seniors have come to life and are suggesting Freak Day. Now, fellow students, we ask you, is it necessary? (No ill feelings intended) Georgia Alden ' 33 Senior Class Meeting A meeting of the Senior class was held on Monday afternoon, January 19, in Room 111. The picture committee was chosen, com- prising of Bernice Lippincott, chairman; Dorothy Reilly, Eleanor Colligan, John Veer- ling, and Kenneth Kennedy. The Senior Dance committee was also chosen with Eleanor Cox as chairman, Margery Caswell, Celia Higgins, Dent Caton, and Malcolm Kemp. Dates for both the Senior Dance and the Class Play were decided upon; the former is tn be on April . and the latter, June 10. Maude Beat on ' 31 Senior French Plays Much hitherto unsuspected dramatic tal- ent is being discovered every day in the dramatization of Les Oberle by the senior French classes. One of these days we may unearth a real star. In fact, we believe we have discovered a true genius in the person of Martin Mahoney, who portrayed a drunken soldier with such true characteri- zation that it actually grated on the finer sensibilities of the teacher. The scene was banned as being quite too sordid for our noble-minded seniors. In truth, we are becoming so skilled as to present scenes frequently without one re- hearsal. Temperament, that seeming requisite of a truly great artist, has also been en- countered. Miss Filomena Amaroso, on be- coming incensed at the poor dramatic tech- nique of her leading man, exploded then and there at the well-meaning young fellow. Who knows? We may yet produce a John or an Ethel Barrymore. Maude Beaton ' 31 Senior Party On December 29, a school night, the su- preme powers let the seniors revel until ten- forty. After Marie Conroy showed us some up-to-date dance steps, the gathering was offered a laugh by Dent Caton and John Veerling as Sonny Boy and Mammy. Reilly. a rising Einstein, proved that a small body can possess as much hot air as a large one by winning the balloon race. Then came the dance, with three features: the orchestra (Frannie Whittle ' s) was great; the mistletoe was well patronized, in fact, it was stolen afterwards. And our dancing teachers, Mr. Whittle and Mr. Stewart, gave some of the girls a lucky break. It was lucky that Miss Agnew was there to chaperone the party. Everyone had a good time, especially a cer- tain blond young man who was so studious that he brought his teacher along with him. Bryant ' 31 SMITH ' S BOOKSTORE Greeting Cards for All Occasions Full Line of Dennison ' s Goods Washington Street, Weymouth, Mass. LETICX Basketball Mr. Kennedy is greatly pleased with the progress his team is making. At each game the boys show more improvement. By the end of the season our team will be working like an expensive machine. The team will not be broken up by the graduation of play- ers, and next year the squad will be a vet- eran aggregation. Taylor is the high scorer thus far, and Neptune is pressing him fast. Such rivalry as this is an asset to the team. Mr. Kennedy expects that soon all his players will be right at the top of the list. High School vs. Alumni If a team ' s progress is gauged by its start, our Kennedy-coached quintet should have a successful season. On Friday evening, January 2, our basket- ball season was opened by a 32-21 victory. The squad is rounding out into good form and the Alumni were outscored by 11 points. Foskett, Johnson, Taylor, Stellar, Stetson, Murry, and Higgins saw service in the first team, all played good, early season basketball. Quincy vs. Weymouth Our basketball squad journeyed to Quincy on January 6, only to be defeated by the Quincy Hoopsters. Our boys seemed to lack that team work necessary to give them a win over Quincy. The final score was Wey- mouth 19 — Quincy 31. Hingham vs. Weymouth A fast Hingham five swooped into our gym on January 9 and emerged the victor in a fast game. It was made clear that our boys have not hit their stride, but a few defeats should not hinder them if they keep playing better basketball. We were defeated by 16 points, the final score being Weymouth 16 — Hingham 32. Natick vs. Weymouth 111 luck again struck our basketball team amidships, and our five fell before the visit- ing Natick team. Our team was somewhat surprised to find Natick appearing at 2 :30, as the game had been scheduled for the eve- ning. They put up a game fight, only to lose by a 24-9 score. Defeat seems to have dis- couraged our team, but when they ditch that phantom luck, look for some real basket- ball. Rockland vs. Weymouth Although Weymouth lost to the Rockland quintet on January 16, it was not a disgrace- ful rout. The team is showing great improve- ment and Rockland was lucky to win by two points. The second team fared better, and def eated their opponents by nine points. If the improvement shown at Rockland keeps up, we shall soon be in a winning mood. Braintree vs. Weymouth Weymouth threw off her jinx on Jan. 20, and defeated Braintree 27-22. As our boys have shown that they can play basketball, they should win a fair part of the games. They played hard basketball in the Braintree game and earned the vic- tory. 26 Milton vs. Weymouth The Hilton boys took the count over our quintet on January 23. We must admit that Milton played superior basketball. Surely it was no disgrace to be defeated by this team. At least our boys put all they have into the game and they are getting better, not worse. Plymouth vs. Weymouth Weymouth redeemed herself on January 27 by taking Plymouth 28-27. It was a close, hard game throughout, and was a well- earned victory. Again our hoopsters have demonstrated that they can play basketball. No excuses will be accepted for future mis- takes. U. S. Naval Training School vs. Weymouth The sailor basketball team nosed us out of a victory on January 30, by a scant 4 points. Notwithstanding Neptune ' s four baskets and four fouls, his work could not win the game. The Standing of the Players Baskets Fouls Points Taylor 19 7 45 Neptune 13 8 34 Foskett 9 4 22 Stetson 9 3 21 Murry 4 5 13 Johnson 3 1 7 Stella 3 1 7 Petrucelli 1 2 Second Team Stetson 12 1 25 Shields 10 2 22 Daly 7 1 15 Harrington 5 3 13 Gannon 7 1 15 Zeoli 1 2 Sullivan 1 1 F. N. Andrews ' 31 Track The track team, under the direction of Mr. Page, h as begun indoor practice. The squad is graced by the presence of many old veterans and seems to have the makings of a record breaker. Mr. Page is giving the boys the highlights on track and field theory, and in a few weeks we expect Weymouth to step into the limelight. Track is a mighty good sport. It is a great muscle builder and the best part of it is that everyone will be given a show. A candidate will be given a chance to compete in meets ; he will not sit on any bench. FEBRUARY REFLECTOR Faculty Basketball The urge of youth and action has struck our faculty and the result is a basketball team. This team is incomparable. Its manager is Mr. Whipple, the director of the Vocational School, and it is being coached by ' ' Freddy ' ' Kennedy, that wonderful machine of muscles and brain. With such scholars and stars as Mr. Gannon, Mr. Whittle, Mr. Steele, Mr. Page, Mr. Lyond, Mr. Delahunt, Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Duncan, and Messrs. Hilmer and Jalmer Nelson, the team cannot go wrong. Braintree Faculty vs. Weymouth Faculty The famous team from Braintree was routed by our dashing basketball knights. Braintree had been undefeated up to this time and it is a great honor for our gentle- men teachers to have defeated Braintree 19- 16. If our team keeps up this pace, we shall be able to claim new honors. F. Andrews ' 31 Basketball What is the trouble with the high school basketball team? In answering this question I shall first attack the student body with a few ideas and suggestions. From over one thousand pupils in the school there are no more than five or ten who really care whether a game is lost or won. We are happy if we see a gathering of fifty at a home game. Why does this condition exist ? My attempt to reply is: Perhaps we have no leaders. But even this is no solution. Then, again, there is a disgusting amount of booing and razz- ing ' ' at the games. We know that there is not that type of sportsmanship in the school only. But how are we going to make others believe it? Moreover, I should like to say that the players seem to know what to do, but lack a certain push that would put them ahead of the other fellow. There are several tall and capable boys in the school. Why do they not play? The public suggests that our team is of small players, and therefore the big fel- lows should be started in junior high or even when they are freshmen. If a source of play- ers were provided for in this way, there would be no want of material. WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 27 Now for the team itself: sluggishness in thinking is perhaps the greatest fault and indifference about winning is next. The can- didates do not care; they use every possible excuse to avoid practising ; they ' ' fool ' ' away their time instead of working. I would suggest that some of the teachers get into the spirit of this disaster, and intro- duce, as well as aid, measures of relief. John Moult on ' 31 Typewriting Tests The following typists wrote the January speed test at the rate of 40 or more perfect words per minute for a period of fifteen minutes : Seniors : Mary Flockhart 47 Catherine DeLuca 43 Ruth Blanchard 42 Alice O ' Brien 41 Edith Tirrell 41 Roberta Fletcher 40 Juniors : Henry Anderson 44 Elberfa Parker 43 Exchanges Durfee Hilltop, Fall River, Mass. The Red Cap, North Attleboro, Mass. The Sachem, Middleboro, Mass. Record, Newburyport, Mass. Stetson Oracle, Randolph, Mass. Auroran, Muscatine, Iowa. English High Record, Boston, Mass. Spice Box, Avon, Mass. The Pointer, Quincy Point, Quincy, Mass. The Reflector, Woburn, Mass. The Clarion, Jamaica High, Boston, Mass. Bed and Black, Whitman, Mass. Student ' s Pen, E. Bridgewater, Mass. Edith Baker ' 32 This paper tells of a man in Chicago who lives on onions alone. Well, anyone who lives on onions ought to live alone. Teacher (to one of the boys who was cutting up in school): James, sit down in front. -fames: J can ' t. I ' m not made that way. Have You Noticed ? The riot of colors which Wallie Monahan always has on? That a certain senior has a mania for using the word pure ? The way some of our very sedate seniors gather in the vicinity of 207 ? That a young lady in 220 is partial to Hingham blondes? That Ken Kennedy ' s misplaced eyebrow is reappearing? That certain members of IIIA3 are attempt- ing to behave ? ? ? That Ab? Infusino has been the cause of several bad cases of hero worship ? The unconquerable spirit of two W. H. S. basketball players displayed in the presence of their inspirations ? That there is usually a large class in Mr. Stewart ' s room after school? Is it choice or necessity ? The puppy blankets that several Beau Brummells of W. H. S. wear on their feet ! That the rumble seat of Ed Perry ' s car is used almost constantly by two juniors? That a certain red-headed junior seems to be most popular with his teachers? The way several W. H. S. pupils at basket- ball games wreak their vengeance on chewing gum, when Weymouth finishes at the short end of the score ? That Charlie Bennett puts a poppy to shame when called an inspiration ? (Ask the Four Musketeers) Martin Mahoney ' s new coat? (We are told that several kitties in the vicinity of Martin ' s house are missing.) That Evelyn Norwood likes to play parlor games? That a blonde young man in 212 seems to have taken the room by storm? How about it, Marie ? That Bee Lippincott ' s mind is sailing? Is it with him? That Irene Cook can usually be found in the vicinity of 218? That a certain kind of hair tonic has its attractions for Dot Reilly? How girl-shy ( ?) Joe Thomas is? The cute little curl that Stewart Loud is encouraging? (Or is she?) A JunioY 28 FEBRUARY REFLECTOR Dear Flannelmouth : By what right is golf entitled to be known as the ancient and honorable game? Joe O ' Connor. Well, did not David make a hole in one? Didn ' t Sapphira try to improve her hus- band ' s lie? Wasn ' t Queen Elizabeth always in the ruff? And what about Magellan, who went around in 1521? Dear Flannelmouth : Do you really think combs were used by the early Romans? John Gaab. Why, of course! Who hasn ' t heard about the catacombs of Rome? My Dear Flannelmouth : Why is the editor always blowing you up? Andy Abbott. Well, you see, that ' s her way of giving me a raise. Dear Flannelmouth : What is a volcano? Walter Lewis. A mountain that evaporates. Dear Flannelmouth : Did you realize that the Greek classics are now being revived and given modern touches? Allan Kjellman. Why, no. But if it ' s true, it will probably mean that athlete ' s foot was really what brought Achilles down, won ' t it? Dear Flannelmouth : What quality do you think a girl desires most in her husband — intellect, wealth, or appearance? Mary AuCoin. Appearance. And the quicker he appears, the better. Dear Flannelmouth : There are several things about etiquette that are bothering me. For instance: (1) Is it ever permissible for a young woman to ask a man she has never met to call at her home? (2) What does it indicate when a man talks with a lady with his hat on and a cigar or cigarette in his mouth? Dorothy Bearce. (1) Yes, if she asks him to call for the laundry. (2) That he is married. Dear Flannelmouth: What is a financier? Dolly McGlone. Something you get when you become en- gaged. Dear Flannelmouth : What does E Plurlbus Unum on coins mean ? John McCollock. In God We Trust. Dear Flannelmouth: When does history repeat itself F. Riley. When you flunk it. X ' est-pas? Dear Flannelmouth : What ' s worse than raining cats and dogs? Alice Lebossiere. That ' s simple! Hailing street cars. WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 29 Dear Flannelmouth : Who is it that keeps talking and talking when no one is interested any more? Harriet Berry. A teacher. Dear Flannelmouth : Do you think Henry Ford would make a good President? John Moulton. Sure, the country needs a good shaking up. Besides he ' s got the makings of another Lincoln. Dear Flannelmouth : How can I avoid falling hair? Connie Avenell. Jump out of its way. Dear Flannelmouth: Honestly now, do you think women like egotistical men as well as the other kind? John Veerling. AVhat other kind? Dear Flannelmouth : Why doesn ' t the modern young man ser- enade his girl under her window at mid- night as they do in Cuba? Georgia Alden. Don ' t be silly, Georgie ! The modern girl isn ' t in that early. Dear Flannelmouth : What raw product does America export to China? John Bentley. Missionaries. Dear Flannelmouth : Do you know anything about the Acts of Habeas Corpus? Eleanor Dwyer. No. Never heard of the man, to say noth- ing of his acts. Why, Mrs. MacFoozle, I didn ' t know your little boy had to wear glasses. Well, lie ' s not obliged to, but they were a good pair of my dear old husband ' s and I thought it seemed such a pity to waste Misused Slogans 1. The hams what am —Gentlemen of the chorus. 2. The flavor lasts. —Bermuda onions. 3. Good to the last drop — Haviland China. 4. The strength of Gibraltar — Lim- burger cheese. 5. Keep that schoolgirl complexion — United Powder Co. 6. Eventually, why not now? — United Undertakers ' Association. John Newton ' 34 The First Offense The boy sat nervously fidgeting with the open collar of his shirt. He was not more than seventeen years of age. It was plainly evident that this was his lirst experience in such a place. In vain did he stare at these hard-faced men for some sympathetic glance, and looked to see if someone like himself was there for the first time. Suddenly he was aroused from his reverie by a voice call- ing, Next! The man beside him poked him with his elbow. The boy arose and, for the first time, asked for a shave. Walt Snow ' 31 The other day, as I was walking down the street, I overheard this conversation : My dear, I just saw her going down the street ! Isn ' t it too bad ? ' ' Yes, I haven ' t asked Mrs. W. H. S. what ' s the matter — but isn ' t she thin? I ' ve heard she has the best of food and Doctor Student is a very good doctor. ' ' Oh, if you won ' t say a word, I ' 11 tell you a secret. She has the best of food, yes, but she hasn ' t enough. Just between you and me, I wouldn ' t say it anywhere else, Doctor Stu- dent isn ' t doing just what he ought to! Is that so? Poor REFLECTOR! Poor REFLECTOR is right! Come on, Doctor Student, give REFLEC- TOR a lot more pills and medicine. Editor Telephone We v- 1637 Lending Library ASA B. PRATT LINCOLN SQUARE Groceries - Candy - Tobacco - Sodas Mary: What does a Latin professor get? Helen: Oh, about $3000 a year. Mary: And a football coach? Helen: About $12,000. Mary: Quite a difference. Helen: Well, did you ever hear 40,000 peopie cheering a Latin recitation? SEEN ON EXAMINATION PAPERS Summer days are longer than winter days because the heat expands them. Question: Name a deadly poison. Answer: Aviation. One drop will kill. An axiom is something like this: ' A watch on the wrist is worth two on the Rhine ' . Homer was the man that made Babe Ruth famous. An optimist is an eye doctor. And then the man cried, ' You stole my girl, you horse thief! Some things that contain starch are col- lars and cuffs. Northern lights are caused by the ris- ing of the sun behind icebergs. A connoisseur is a prehistoric animal. Visitor: Who was that very slangy chap you were just talking to? John: He ' s our English teacher enjovin a flay off. Mary: I ' ll have you know I ' m not a fool yet. Helen: Well, you ' re pretty near one. Marv: So I am. I ' ll just walk awav a little. Doctor: Did you take my advice and drink hot water one hour before breakfast? Patient: I did my best, but I couldn ' t keep it up for more then ten minutes. Willie: Maw, that dentist you sent me to that was advertised painless wasn ' t. Mother: No? Willie: No, I bit his finger and he yelled just like any other dentist. What makes you think your room-mate is lazy? Oh, he accidently dropped a book last night and then he shoved off three more so it would be worth while picking up the first one. Mr. White: Bob, what does this 60 on your report card mean? Bob: Don ' t know father, unless it ' s the temperature of the room. Mrs. Stone: Didn ' t I tell you to notice when the milk boiled over Mary: Well, I did. 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HANCOCK 6300 Printing Department, Weymouth Vocational School Volume Nine Weymouth High School IV eymouth, Massachusetts Number Four 1930-1931 Literary Editon Maude Beaton 31 Nellie Beaton ' 32 Leonard Bryant ' 31 Josephine Caruso ' 31 Marie Conroy ' 31 Isabel Dacey ' 32 Sue Harper ' 32 Alumni Constance Nash ' 31 Athtetia Frederick Andrews ' 31 Editor Myrtle Pray ' 31 Associate Editors Business Manager John Anderson ' 31 Advertising Board Filomena Amoroso ' 31 John Bentley ' 33 Alan Bryant 33 Boyd Gridley ' 31 Catherine Leahy ' 31 Mary Reidy ' 33 Faculty Ad-viser P. B. Brown Secretaries Catherine DeLuca ' 31 Eleanor Dwyer ' 31 Mildred Ellis ' 31 Marion Philbrook ' 31 Mae Wood ' 31 Exchange Edith Baker ' 32 Art Edward Guindon ' 31 SOUTHEASTERN mm 2IabU of fllnnt ntH Editorials 3 Literary Section 6 School News 21 Trade School Notes 24 Student Opinion 28 Sports 30 Crystal Ball 34 Jokes 35 Advertising 36 Mahatma K. Gandhi Has not this wonderful man accomplished for India what America ' s great men have done for her? When a young man, Gandhi was selected by British Indian authorities to study in Eng- lish Universities, to become a brilliant law- yer, so that he could help England keep her hold on Indian affairs. Gandhi was later sent to South Africa to set up a practice among the Indian immi- grants there. He became incensed to find out how the people were mistreated and pushed into the gutters by the white overlords. About a year ago the dark, skelton-like, bare-foot, ninety-three pound Hindu, Gandhi, attempted to bring about a revolution to kill the British Government monopoly on salt. He was laughed and jeered at but with a small band of men, he started out to walk the two hundred fifty miles to sea, to make salt from the sea water. On the way, he spoke to multitudes of people. Reaching their destination, a few men at- tempted to make salt, but were arrested. Gandhi was unmolested. The crowds of people immediately became greater. A transformation of Hindu cities came about. Gandhi was arrested and jailed at Poona, India. Other leaders were arrested, more appeared, and the revolt widened. A round-table conference was held in Eng- land. Ramsay MacDonald, Labor Premier, explained, according to newspaper articles, that India was to have a form of govern- ment which would enable Indians to take charge of their own destiny within the Em- pire, — but not full charge. The British Liberals approved of this plan, as did the majority of the Indian dele- gates. But Gandhi did not accept MacDon- ald ' s plea. Finally India refused to export merchan- dise to Britain, whose loss was estimated at hundreds of millions of dollars. Gandhi and Lord Irwin, Viceroy of the India and spokesman for the British Crown, met at the Viceregal Lodge in New Delhi. They came to terms of a truce ; the most im- portant one being to abandon the Govern- ment monopoly on salt making. Gandhi left the Viceregal Lodge, victo- rious, to walk home six miles, bare-footed, in a rain storm. Mahatma Gandhi gained most of his ideas from a man who once lived a few miles from Boston. Gandhi, who today is alone able to speak for the people of India, learned the tactics of civil disobedience from Henry David Thoreau, naturalist, writer, and phil- osopher of Walden Pond in Concord. Fefrn Franklin 4 SPRING REFLECTOR Concerning the Moon It is spring. That statement, I think, ought to prepare anyone for anything, even the above title. However, may it be noted by any- one reading this article that I am concerned with it only as a reporter and am reporting it only to warn certain of my classmates against the effects of moonlight. Personally, my only interest in the moon is that it is a source of light and I believe the sentence, ' ' Let there be light, ' ' sums up the whole need of the present generation. There is altogether too much of a movement to darken the earth ; and I do not approve of darkness, not be- cause I am afraid of it, but for reasons that have no need to appear here. However, to get back to the subject, it is spring, a fact which may help to explain the actions of a very dear (if it would not be considered diabolical of me to use a worldly expression here, I might add in an undertone, Oh yeah? ) little boy who had just been initiated to the mysteries of something more than just the moon or a spring evening. One of my girl friends and I were walking one lovely night when we came upon him and his girl friend sitting on a bench enrapt in the heavenly bodies. Far be it from us to eavesdrop but they really weren ' t there and it could do no harm to listen to mere voices. He was saying to her, with all the passion of Chester Morris in his voice and all the agony of a love-sick calf in his eyes, I say, did you ever notice the moon ? ' ' Sure, she returned. What about it? Oh, I don ' t know. It reminds me of all the things I like — of your eyes like limpid pools — Can you imagine that! Telling anyone her eyes were watery! — and when its light shines on your swan- like neck it makes me want to tell you that — Say, did you know some people think the moon is made of green cheese ? ' There ! If I had been that girl, I would have walked out. No half-sick boy could tell me I had a duck ' s neck and get away with it! Lucky he had sense enough to change the sub- ject to a sensible scientific question such as boj studying science ought to talk of ! ' ' I never thought it was, ' ' she said. ' Of course not ! If it were, do you think it would show up your teeth that are like pearls, your hair like spun gold 1 ' ' It was too much for me. First he tells her that she ' s got teeth like stones, then that her hair is like threads. Something was wrong — if not with them, with the moon. I ' m inclined to think it was the moon. Anyone knows something ' s wrong when two people cast only one shadow, by all the laws of light that I got pounded into my brain this term. If you don ' t believe me, ask Mr. Whittle, Mr. Lyond, or any one who keeps his mind on the ground. (By that I don ' t mean low minded, either.) Your lips are like — strawberries and — Well, whispered Betty to me, Z think he ' s been reading ' True Heart-Throbs ' or whatever it is. If her lips are rough like a strawberry skin I can ' t see why he should know ! ' ' Let ' s get out of here, I managed to whisper back, this place is too warm for me. I keep better in a cool and comfortable atmosphere. And that, my friends, is what happens. He was once a nice boy who would never think of insulting a girl. And if the girl hadn ' t been out of her head, she wouldn ' t have stood for it. But then, it is spring. You can ' t get over that and in spring a young man ' s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. I suppose that ' s nature. It always seemed crazy to me but nature will be nature and boys will be boys even if they do make idiots of them- selves. Myrtle Pray ' 31 Lunches The least heard of (unless it is soup), yet an item of vital necessity in high school life, or in any other that I know of, are lunches. Some of them are tied in ordinary brown paper bags ; others, in neat compact bundles ; still others, in common pasteboard boxes — all under the same title, lunches. Although contents and conveyances vary to suit the taste, they are, nevertheless, relished 5 by their respective owners. Some fond patrons of art and literature employ the novel scheme of making the Sunday comic strips do doublo duty. la that way the meal is made enjoyable by a laugh which aids the digestion. However, there is one flaw in this method. On a rainy day one is confronted with the serious problem of disposing of some gorgeous rainbow hued sandwiches which appeal more to the eye than to the taste. Over-ripe bananas, pickles, and strong cheese, tucked in by a loving parent, permeate both desks and rooms with peculiar odors. Ambitious pupils carry thermos bottles of milk, soup, or cocoa which inevitably leak on the rest of the meal and cause the repast to emerge as a sponge. Sandwiches with juicy fillings often ooze out on the cake and cause coercion with the pie or even spontaneous combustion, if the lunch is packed in a paper contrivance. This is all very sad, and if these accidents could be remedied, America would be a bet- ter country, and more students would bring home-prepared lunches to school ; but then the liigh school lunch-counters would be less pat- ronized and might even go into bankruptcy. So, for the present, let us be optimistic and say that everything is all for the best. Constance Nash ' 31 The Road to Success Success cannot be achieved through indo- lency and capricious fancies. The world is overwhelming with opportunities, but they are useless and unemployed until man has grasped them to be adapted to his line of busi- ness or enterprise. If he permits each oppor- tunity, as it comes along, to remain stationary on his doorstep waiting to be let in he will soon discover that his lethargy has allowed each convenient occasion to slip by, and, whether or not he has a realization of the fact, he has lost one step toward success. My readers, we ' ve got to work, to invigorate our minds toward the essentials in life. Do not start a thing too impetuously, but go at it with a steady, straight forward intention, and endeavor to incalculate others to tread the same road. Honesty is a most significant qualifiaction in procuring success. Just one lie, in itself, is an additional step taken in superseding fail- ure to the place of success, because if one is fortunate enough to escape criticism of the fii ' st lie, and perhaps receive a benefit from it, he is that much more addicted to go on to the second, and the third, until finally the world becomes skeptical of his character, and his reputation is pronounced as that of a liar ; whereas, if a man is trustworthy in his work and to his fellowmen, he is rapidly gaining toward the goal of success. Cheerfulness and kindness are also impor- tant qualities in obtaining success. What is your impression of a person who is always wearing a broad smile ? Whatever it might be, that type of person, you may be sure, does not regard, or speak of his work as a burden- some employment. A bright countenance can generally acquire a job quickly for its owner, because of its attraction to the employer; therefore it is easy for one to work his way through life to success. One who is glum and irritable is continually bumping into obstacles of setback. Be faithful to duty and an incentive to your employer if you want to obtain great success in life. Keep your courage high with genuine uprightness and a jolly word, and the road to success will not be long. Mildred Ellis ' 31 A Story in Song I ' m Just a Gigolo but I ' m not Hurt. Why? When I Take My Sugar to Tea, we dance the Kiss Waltz ; then, I say Would You Like to Take a Walk? She answers, One More Waltz. When the Or- gan Plays at Twilight the song Lady Play Your Mandolin, By Special Permission of the Copyright Owners, ' ' I feel ' ' Blue Again ' ' for I ' m Reaching for the Moon when I ' m asking my Sing-Song Girl to be mine, say- ing We Can Live on Love. But, what a surprise When I ' m Walking My Baby Back Home to hear her say When Your Hair Has Turned to Silver I Will Love You Just the Same. I tell her You ' re Lucky to Me and I ' m Tickled Pink with a Blue-eyed Baby. Look! Here Comes the Sun — So— Au Revoir and Pleasant Dreams and then I pass The Peanut Vender on the way to the Sleepy Town Express. Needless to say, I did not spend the night Crying Myself to Sleep. Tears were Just a Memory. I ' m Satisfied. My Baby Just Cares for Me. Marie Norwood ' 31 Adventure Jackie was a nice boy. There was no doubt of that. He was not valedictorian or even salu- tatorian of his c lass. He wasn ' t class presi- dent, neither did he have the leading part in the class play. In fact, he was just a nice boy , — who studied his lessons — once in a while and skipped school only for the best of reasons. However, one day, as he started to school, he remembered with a sudden panicky feeling that he was to have a history test that morn- ing. My holy hat, he muttered, if I don ' t pass this test I ' ll fail for the term! For Jackie hated to fail, especially when he had been promised a new watch if he passed. — ' ' I guess I won ' t go today! At first it was only a thought, but then, like Macbeth, he ' ' crossed the Rubicon ' ' and turned his steps in the opposite direction from school. It was not long before he was seated in a train, as nervous as a traced criminal. He wished one of the boys had come with him, but he supposed it would be safer to be alone. It rather surprised him that no one noticed him. He felt very important. And so he ar- rived, safe and sound, at the South Station. As he sauntered proudly through the gates, a young woman in a blue serge suit, a grey hat and grey fox fur ran forward and ex- claimed, grabbing his arm : ' ' Oh Andree ! I am so glad you ' ave come! I ' ave so long waited for you. Eet ees not ver-y often zat I see you — ' ' ' ' Say, Lady, ' ' interrupted J acMe, ' ' I don ' t know what you ' re driving at, but there ' s no connection here ! ' ' ' ' Oh, Andree, you ' ave not forgotten ! But of course zat ees not right. You must remem- ber, yes? ' ' Huh ! I never had anything to forget and I ' m not— ' ' Of course, Andree, ees zat not what I ' ave just said? If you ' ave forgot, you would not ' ave come. N ' est-ce pas ? ' ' Yes, but you ' ve got the wrong number. I was never in New York and I don ' t speak French! Oh — but now you are keeding me — Eet was not in New York an ' you know eet. Leesten, mon bon-ami. C ' est le jour comme eelui-ci el y a plus d ' un an que tu me menes au bord de la mer quand la lumiere de la lune a fait sur I ' oceon une route d ' or. Je te remercie: Je pense que oui — Well, replied the hero, you may be WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 7 right. They do say the price of silver has dropped. Zen you think you do not remem-ber, but I weel not let you forget. Shall we go in here an ' geet some eolf ee ? You must be hung-ry . ' ' Listen, Marie. I ' m not hungry. You ' re ringing the wrong door bell. This flame of yours is probably still heating his feet at the station! Ait — you are still so droll. I do not un- derstand — Zere ees no door here! You may breeng me a chicken salad sandwich toasted, ' ' she added as the waitress approached. An ' you Andree? I don ' t want anything. And get this straight. My name is Jack and I ' ve never seen you before and I don ' t know Andry, whoever he is. Jack — zat ees a pretty name. Mine ees Louise. Thank you for the sandwich. I think eet would be ver-y good that you geeve me zat. ' ' Mechanically Jack passed over the desired article for, under the curve of her pocket book, he saw the hollow of a revolver barrel. Hey, I say. You can ' t take that! ' ' Oh — an ' why not ? Geeve eet to me ! Quick. Zare. An ' now I think you ' ad bet-ter go! Jack walked stiffly to the door, clutching his book tightly. At the next corner he stepped up to a policeman and exclaimed, ' ' Say, officer, I just gave a lady a sandwich ! ' ' Well, buddy, go confess to your girl friend. I don ' t care! Now don ' t tell me you couldn ' ;t pay and want me to loan you the money. I know yer type. Get goin ' . But, officer, you ' ve got me wrong! The lady was a crook ! She held me up ! Oh, yeah? You look too heavy to me. Move along. Get sober ! ' ' Officer, I ' m telling you the truth, I ' ve been robbed! You come along with me. Here ' s the relief. Come on ! And so Jackie soon found himself in the nearest police station. Say, Cap ' n, said the officer, here ' s a guy says he ' s been robbed. Tell the captain. Eagerly, Jackie told his story ending with : Captain, I ' ve just got to have that notebook. It ' s my history outline for all .this term and we ' ve done five chapters. Why I spent hours and hours on it ! And I ' ve got a test coming ! ' ' Miss Grey to see you, sir, interrupted a clerk. You take a seat, young man, while I see Miss Grey ! ' ' Yes, sir. A girl was ushered in, I got it captain. It ' s rather cleverly done. You would never suspect at all. I don ' t see how Marie found out! She handed a black covered notebook to the captain, who took it eagerly and looked at it. Then his face fell. Why, Jack, come here. Is this yours? Yes, oh, yes, sir, it is. You bet I ' m glad you found it! I think your friend made a mistake. Miss Grey. This is only Jack ' s notebook. You see, Jack, we ' re waiting for a criminal who has some plans he ' s not supposed to have. As it happens, you almost fit the description. Sorry to have bo-thered you. Here you are! Not at all, sir. It was quite a thrill only — ! ' ' Only what? Well, sir, I was going to take my girl out tomorrow but that lunch took most all my al- lowance and my father won ' t advance? The captain laid a bill on the table. I think the city ought to pay you to keep still about this. The force has got enough razzing. Here, get her a box of candy for me too ! You ' d better go home and study for that test. Good luck! Jack folded the bill carefully. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Good-by sir ! was all he said. M. Pray ' 31 Spring is Here! We look upon the budding trees That once were corpses sear. We watch the sprouts of grasses green And know that Spring is here ! We see the frog and tadpole. We tend the flowers dear, We laugh and shout, for we all know That joyous Spring is here ! Gone are the cold and biting winds. Gone the winter drear. Sing on, you children of the world! Sing on — for Spring is here ! E. Fryer 3d 8 SPRING REFLECTOa Lost Jeffery Simmons was ambitious, ambitious to attain several things. He was in love ; so, of course, his highest ambition was to marry the girl back home. His other ambitions were (although he wasn ' t aware of it) all relative to his proposed trip to the altar. He wanted to be a successful composer (he was already a composer), and he wanted to have his own orchestra. These two ambitions were formed with one idea in mind : to be able to support his wife with a fair degree of com- fort and luxury. JelE had been born in a little town in a western state ; had gone through school there ; and while in high school had learned by mail to play the piano. Ever since he could re- member, Jeff had always loved to listen to music, even to the variety produced by the town band. After graduating from high school, Jeff had worked his way through the state university. During his first two years there, he had studied to become a good piano player, had advanced so well that in his third year, he had become a member of a student dance orchestra and finally, as a senior, had written a song to his Alma Mater. From col- lege, he had gone to New York, where he got a job clerking during the day at the sheet music counter in one of New York ' s leading department stores and playing the piano at night in ' ' Happy ' ' Hazlitt ' s orchestra. By the time Jeff had been there a year he had saved quite a little money, enough to make him think about returning home to Ann. However, he only thought about it. Behind the counter at the store was a piano on which Jeff was expected to play popular pieces at the requests of prospective custom- ers. However, this piano did not serve the pur- pose of which it had been put there. Like every counter, the sheet music counter had its dull moments and it was in these dull moments that the use of the piano was somewhat altered. With the aid of this slightly battered instru- ment, Jeff combined ' s and b ' s to result in more or less pleasing tunes, sometimes more but more often less. As he ate his lunch one noon, Jeff had an idea; an idea which seemed to him to be a very good one. Two days later, after having tried it out, he decided that his idea was a ' ' flop. ' ' By way of explanation, may we state that the day after Jeff had had this brilliant idea, he had selected a composition of his from a stack under the counter and proceeded to the office of a music publisher. As this piece, which Jeff considered his best, was emphatically rejected by the publisher, Jeff ' s idea went up in .smoke, and his hopes too. A few weeks after this incident, during one of the counter ' s dull moments , while Jeff was playing his most recent composition which was called Lost, a very beautiful waltz written in a minor key, he heard a woman ' s voice say, What ' s that? Jeff, startled, swung around and saw, stand- ing before the counter a well-dressed, rather pretty young woman, perhaps twenty-five or thirty years old. She, in turn, saw a very good-looking young man with dark, curly hair and nice brown eyes and, at that moment, a very red face. (Jeff always blushed when he was startled or embarrassed and thoroughly hated himself for it.) Whj — why — he stammered, getting redder all the time, then : Do you like it ? Yes, I do, very much, but what ' s the name of it? Well, you see — er — it ' s — well — , and he gulped, I wrote it. You did, replied the customer, thor- oughly amazed. Have you a eopj of it ? No, I haven ' t, but I ' ll get you one if you want it, offered Jeff. ' ' I wish you would ; I think it ' s beautiful. When could I have it ? ' ' Tomorrow. Is that all right ? ' ' Why, certainly, and thank j ' ou so much, and she turned to go. ' ' Oh, wait a minute, Miss — er — , ' ' said Jeff. The name is Winters, she said. Thanks, said Jeff, with a grin, I was going to ask you if you ' d tell me your name. My name is Jeff Simmons. Do you work around here? Yes, across the street. I ' m the society edi- tor of the Blank. The exchange of the few facts was enough to start a conversation and soon they were talking like two old friends. Jeff told her about his life, ambitions, and Ann, and she told him WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 9 about her life, ambitions and one, Jack Perk- ins, her fiance. The next afternoon, when Eleanor Winters came once again ito the sheet music counter, Jeff saw that she had something interesting to tell him. Her impatience while he waited on a customer proved that he was right, for the minute he was free she began : Have you heard about the song contest that the Blank newspaper is conducting? ' ' Why, no, ' ' said Jelf , exasperatingly calm, what about it? ' ' Well, they ' re offering a $5000 prize and a chance to meet some of the leading song writers in New York. Will you enter that song of yours? I know you ' ll win if you do. Enter that song? I should say not. ' ' You won ' t, ' ' said Miss Winters, horrified, Oh-h why? Just think of the chance you ' d have if — . No, said Jeffery, I will not. Miss Winters realized that when Jeff said No in such a determined tone as that, there was no use to argue. She took the copy of Jeff ' s song that he ihanded her, thanked him again and left. Three months later, as Jeff on the way home from the store bought the latest edition of the Blank, he saw something which made him be- lieve that he was either crazy or having hallu- cinations. The headlines read : ' Youthful Composer Wins Blank Contest. Jeffery Simmons, clerk and musician, wins $5000 and fame. Thus the story went on, comments by critics, composers, publishers ; his life story (not quite accurate;) and prophecies about Jeff ' s future. There was one sentence that made him almost want to jump up and down : ' Lost ' will be featured by several of the United States ' most famous dance orchestras, among them ' Hammy ' Hamilton and his Hamiltonians and ' Happy Hazlitt ' s Club Royale orchestra. As Mr. Simmons is one of the pianists in the Club Royale orchestra ; the people of the United States will probably have the privelege of hearing him play as a solo his own composition on Saturday night next when this well-known group makes it cus- tomary broadcast over a coast-to-coast hook- up at twelve o ' clock. ' ' After the first delights of success had passed off, he began to wonder how he had won the contest, who had entered his piece and who had given the papers the sitory of his life. Of course, as soon as he ' d thought about it, it was perfectly obvious who had won that con- test for him, Eleanor Winters or rather Mrs. Jack Perkins. Well, he surely owed her a lot. When he gat home, there was a telegram wait- ing for ' him. ' Congratulations stop send for Ann stop after wedding come and see us stop don ' t let her get ' Lost ' stop Eleanor Winters Perkins. Jeff, acting on Mrs. Perkins ' advice, imme- diately telegraphed Ann to come to New York. Two weeks later, Mr. and Mrs. Jeffery Sim- mons, being entertained at the Perkins es- tablishment were given some advice by Mrs. Perkins, backed up by her husband. Don ' t lose your ambition, she warned them. Don ' t let each other think of ever los- ing it, and above all, always have a goal. Jef- fery lost his ambition and goal for a while, and as a result nearly lost his fame and per- haps his wife. Bear in mind, Jeff ' s first suc- cess and I ' m sure that you will never be ' Lost. ' Note : Not bad advice, do you think ? Sue Harper ' 32 Featured Freshmen Edna Foster — Walks like a mannequin. Talks like the latest from U-rope. Writes like a professor. Berwick Chandler— The Lost Chord of the Freshies. He ' ' takes the cake. ' ' Helen Harkinson — The temperamental lady of 100 moods. Eleanor Madigan — Is she as good as Billy Sunday 1 1 ? John Baulis — Valedictorian in 1934 (ask him or his teachers) ! Maude Hunt — One of Our Dancing Daugh- te rs ? John Hall — Is he trying to race Jack ' s bean- stalk ? ' ' Billy ' ' Donavan — His hands match Maude ' s feet in speed. Joe Flynn— The gift of the gods— to the girls. Eleanor Hollis — If we had a circus, who can guess what part El would take? Bobby Clarke — Official talking machine. Rita Uehert ' 34 10 SPRING REFLECTOR For Sale— One Parrot On a neat white sign in Miss Eliza Jane ' s front yard was printed : For Sale — One Par- rot. Polly, the parrot, was swinging on her perch on Miss Eliza Jane ' s front veranda cry- ing, Fifteen men on a dead man ' s chest. ' ' Polly, ' ' shouted Miss Eliza, ' ' keep quiet ! ' ' 0. K., colonel, answered the parrot go- ing on as before. Polly never minded Miss Eliza Jane, and this was the very reason that Miss Eliza had determined to sell her. Why Miss Eliza had bought her in the beginning, no one knew, but some said that she bought Polly at a sale, and Miss Eliza always bought a thing if she thought it was a bargain. As Miss Eliza Jane came out of the front door to take Polly into the house, a bright red roadster drew up in front of the cottage, and a tiny, dark-haired, dark-eyed girl, dressed in red and white sport clothes, jumped out and slammed the door behind her. She was angry, as any one could see. Before she could reach the veranda, another car, this time a big, shiny, black touring car, stopped, and a young man in white flannels jumped out. Evidently he was trying to catch the girl, for he ran nimbly up the path. June, for that w as the little girl ' s name, walked up the path to where Miss Eliza stood, holding Polly in one hand, and smoothing her tiny white apron with her other one. Good afternoon, said the young lady, ignoring the young man who had leaped the three steps and was standing just behind her. Is this the parrot you were advertising for sale? Yes, Miss, answered Miss Eliza, upset at having two young people at her house. This is the parrot and a right smart one he is. He ' s so awful intelligent you can ' t learn him noth- ing. He ' s a beauty, exclaimed the girl, look- ing at the glistening bird. How much are you asking for him? Well, I ' ll let you have him real cheap, seeing as I don ' t want him any more. Let ' s see now — I don ' t think thirty dollars is too much for him ' cause you know, he ' s awful smart. Well, smiled the girl, suddenly ill at case, you see, I ' m — well, I ' m afraid — that is — well, you see, I ' ve been playing bridge at the club all the afternoon, and I lost rather a lot of money, in fact, almost all I had with me, and if I could leave, say, twenty dollars and bring you the other ten later, could I have Polly? I hate to ask you to do this, but I ' ll leave my watch as security. ' ' I ' ll give you thirty dollars for the bird right now, ' ' spoke up the young man, who had been silent until now. Well, you see. Miss, explained Miss Eliza, looking at the floor, for she couldn ' t look at those brown eyes without weakening, business is business and I think the young man has first choice. The young man took out his wallet and handed Miss Eliza three ten-dollar bills. Miss Eliza thanked him and handed him the par- rot. Meanwhile, the young lady, her eyes filled with angry tears, had walked slowly down the front path. The young man, with the parrot in one hand, dashed down the steps and path to the girl ' s side. ' ' Please, June, ' ' he begged, ' don ' t be angry any more, dear. Think of our new bungalow all ready for us. See, I ' ve already got a par- rot for you, and I ' m sorry I said you were foolish to want one. Of couse you wanted one. Please, June, take us both. We need you awfully. Say you will, won ' t you, dear? June raised two shining brown eyes to his. Eyes filled with tears, happy tears now, and nodded. As he put both arms around June, and kissed the mouth raised to his, the parrot on the ground where the young man had placed him screamed, I ' m learning a lot from you. Yes, indeed, that parrot was certainly in- telligent. Doroth) Bearce ' 31 Moth er Always think of Mother, Although you ' re far from home. Always think of Mother, No matter where you roam. Always think of Mother Your friends may prove untrue. Always think of Mother, For she always thinks of you. Elva Newton, Grade VIII, Junior Annex WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 11 Sneaking In It was two o ' clock in the morning. I was supposed to be in early. Now the question was how could I get in without rousing the house ? I made a good beginning as I ran across the yard, for I fell over a bicycle. For awhile I sat on the ground moaning over my barked shins. However, I rea ched the screen door without further mishap. With great care I opened it. Inside , silence reigned. Closing the door quietly is easy when you know how. You grasp the knob in one hand, turn it and pull, place the other hand above the knob i ' nd push. In most cases the door will close without a squeak. ] Iy next move was to unlace my shoes and take them oS. I slipped through the hall and into the kitchen ( I was hungry) , wondering if it would be safe to get a piece of pie. I decided it was a dangerous thing to do ; so I picked my way back across the kitchen floor. How that floor squeaked ! I had almost reached the door when some- thing brushed across my legs. I jumped, but soon calmed myself when I found it was the cat. Though I lifted up my foot to avoid her, I must have put it back down on kitty ' s tail, for a bloodcurdling cat yowl rent the air. In my surprise, I jumped sidewise, colliding with the door. I dropped my shoes, which fell with clatter enough to wake Eng Tut in far away Egypt. I was so dazed that I saw fleeting pictures of all the stars and comets in high heaven. Still no sound from up stairs. I advanced to the front stairs. I knew every creak and groan in those stairs from former experiences. I was so intent on climbing them that I forgot the beam on the first landing. I soon remembered, however, when I hit my head on it. I cursed and rubbed my injured cranium. Still all quiet on the western front. The rest was easy. In three minutes I was in bed and had all appearances of a sound sleeper. The nest thing I knew it was Sunday morning. I got up and went down expecting to find my breakfast all ready for me. But, all I saw on the table was a note : We have gone to Aunt Rose ' s. We ' ll see you Sunday morning. Ma. Boyd Gridley ' 31 The Way Home Mr. Van wa-s one of the oldest employees in the Ward Rubber Co. He was a little with- ered old man with a form bent by cares and worries. He lived in a squalid tenement house about two blocks away from the factory, but he cheerfully trudged back and forth twice a day. His past was a mystery. As far as any knew, his only relatives were a wife and a brother, whom, he was known frequently to remark, he was going to see some day. But the day seemed a long way off, and his bent figure was seen every day tramping through mud and slush, rain or shine, to the facto ry, where his work consisted of cleaning and dusting. Of late, because of his age and because the employers were loath to do away with his services, his work had been lightened. One cold morning on the way to work, he was overtaken by a younger member of the factory. Good morning, Dad. Morning, Dave, the old man replied. Rather wintry, eh? I ' U say so, Dad, and that overcoat that you ' re wearing doesn ' t look any too warm. Well, I don ' t know as I ' ll be needing it very much longer. Going home pretty soon to see the folks. For a few moments there was silence, brok- en only by the crunch of the ice under their feet. Say, Dad, you ' re coming to the dinner to- night, aren ' t you? Yes, I guess I can get over to it. The hours rolled on and finally the time for the banquet arrived. It was held in the base- ment of the factory. Two long tables were covered with food, flowers, and glittering ware. Old Dad had a place of honor at the head of one of the tables. The dinner progressed, and near the end, one of the men got up and proposed a toast to the old janitor. The toast was followed by cheers and calls of Speech! Then silence. An inert figure sat at the end of the table with head resting on the back of the chair. Dad had gone home to see the folks. Robert Kihly ' 31 Brown: Try this sentence: ' Take the cow out of the field. ' What mood? Jones: The cow. 12 SPRING REFLECTOR Strange as it A long time ago, when I was a young man in my prime, I was engaged on an ex- ploring expedition at Mt. Vesuvius. I was the youngest of the party, which was made up of myself and three goat-faeed scientists. One day I wandered up the volcano alone. When I finally reached the crater, I peered over into the inferno of molten lava within. Suddenly, to my horror, the edge on which I was standing gave way and I fell directly for the seething mass. I closed my eyes and waited for death. Imagine my surprise when I hit the lava and went through it without a single burn ! I struck bottom with a bump which probably jarred great-great-grand- father Gridley ' s false teeth from his honor- able palate. Gazing bewilderedly about foi ' a moment, I discovered that I was in a small hallway cut from solid marble. Facing me was a huge door, over which was a sign bearing the words, Beware the dog! Hastily feeling for a weapon in my hip pocket, I drew out a small box and emptied its contents into my left hand. Then I marched determinedly up to the door, pushed it open, and walked in. There greeted me a ferocious growl which came from the throats of a triple-headed dog. I hastily threw the contents of my left hand at him. With a whine of joy, he de- voured the catnip which I had been thought- ful enough to carry with me for protection against lions. After he had eaten it, he be- came buzzed and staggered off, his vari- ous heads rivalling each other in song and whoopees. By then, I realized I had entered the in- fernal region of Hades. Suddenly, I was greeted by a small pink imp with a blue phiz, who informed me I had half a minute to catch the ferry. I spurred myself on until I spied a river of pitch. Just then the toot of a steam-whistle echoed about. I looked to the right and saw a sign labelled : Styx Ferry. Moored just below the sign was a ferry of the latest description. By sprinting hard, I managed to leap aboard just as it was pulling out. Along the passage across I noticed unfortunate people struggling in the pitch. I asked an attendant imp why they were in there. He informed May Seem me that they were former radio announcers who had used faulty diction. When we reached the other side, I walked down the gangplank and up to a row of buildings. The door of the first building was inscribed: Office— Walk In. I did. Who should be sitting at the desk but Satan him- self. He looked up, grinned, opened a draw, drew out a blank sheet and asked me my name. Upon my telling him, he glanced up and said, Oh! It ' s you, eh? Well, we ' ve been Avaiting for you a long time! But I ' m only visiting, I replied, I don ' t intend to stay here permanently. That ' s what they all say! he retorted, and questioned me concerning m ' - status on earth. It was useless to resist, so I told hira all. Just as he fiui.shed setting the data down, a bewhiskered imp burst in. Satan, those flai pers have melted all our grids dancing on them! What! roared Satan, yesterday you said the college boys sneaked som.e gin ir, which they drank, thereby making them- selves immune from our punch of liquid fire. Well, I can ' t help it, said the imp. Wliat do you want done Avith this man? he went on, pointing at me. Av ' ! Throw him in No. 20,145 vat of boil- ing oil ! The imp prodded me with a pitch-fork. Come on, he urged. Get hot! I observed that I should be hot enough in a few seconds of swimming in boiling oil. I climbed up the side of the vat and looked in. Whereupon the imp gave me a shove and I felt myself falling into the soup. Just to be different, I did not fall out of bed and wake up or go to sleep over my studies. Instead I took one more sniff of the terrible odor my brother was concocting in his laboratory, and staggered out, gasping for air. B. Gridley ' 31 And did you ever hear of the absent- minded physician who, Avhen he should have been putting the ring on his bride ' s finger during the ceremony, felt her pulse and asked her to put out her tongue? WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 13 My Experiences in the Ji During my career as a trader and hunter in Africa, I have had many thrilling experi- ences. The following are a few that I remem- ber most vividly. One day while out hunting in the woods alone — I alwaj s travel alone to keep myself company — I suddenly came upon a mad rliin- ocerous who took one look at me, and then charged at me. I backed up against a large elm tree growing nearby, and as the beast lunged for me, I quickly stepped aside. The rhinoccrous was moving so fast that he ran right into the tree and his tusk was buried deep into it. He tried to get out, but he was stuck fast. Knowing that he was mad, I de- cided to shoot him before he did any damage. T took a quick aim and shot him in the head. The bullet bounced off him like a rubber ball. Then , upon my trying to kill him with my hatchet, my blade bent all out of shape. I finally found a ' ital spot and killed him. About a month later, I was traveling in the woods without any weapons but a sling shot and a lasso. I heard a terrific noise, over my head, and when I looked up, to my horror I found an elephant hanging by his knees from a branch of a tree, and reaching out for me with his gleaming teeth. As I was deliberating whether to kill him with my sling shot, or whether to lasso him and choke him to death, I heard a sound bo- hind me. Turning quickly, I saw a cobra thundering toward me. I reached for my trusty saxophone, and played some snappy numbers and believe it or not, that snake put on his brakes and stopped right there, and started singing in a high falsetto voice. After I had him sufficiently tamed, and happy, I lifted him up, and placed his tail around the elephant ' s head. Then with a quick jerk, I pulled the mammoth down and dragged him to my home, at the outskirts of the jungle. _ Later, I came face to face with a lion. The lion was the first to get over the surprise and he rushed at me. I jumped aside. As he went by, I put my hand into his mouth, grabbed his tail, and turned him inside out. He then be- gan running the other way. That same day I was confronted with a gorilla who offered to shake hands with me. Thinking he was going to attack me, I kicked him in the shins. mgle — Believe It or Not Imagine my surprise, when his false teeth fell out. The gorilla, however, became my best friend and servant. Just about twilight, four months later, I was standing near the edge of the jungle when I felt something rub against my leg. Thinking it was a cat, I stooped over to pick it up. To my surprise, I found it was a fifty foot rattle snake. I jumped back and started walking rapidly toward my home. I looked back and found out that the snake was chasing me home just like a pet dog. I let him in the house, put him in a blanket and then I went to bed. About two o ' clock in the morning I heard a commotion down stairs. Rushing down, I saw the snake in the front room. He was partly wrapped around a man who had broken into the house, and his tail was out the window, his rattle rattling loudly, calling for the police. I decided then and there to give up hunting animals as they were all my friends. The next day I went horse-back riding with a friend , and the horse threw me. So now I ' m hunting zebras and wild horses. Thomas Garvey 31 First Man : ' ' What do you call a person who can imagine a cottage is a castle f Second Man: A real estate agent. Pa : How is it, young man, I find you kiss- ing my daughter. How is it? Young Man: Great! Abie: (who has cornered a burglar in his living room) : Hands up or I ' ll shoot. Quick-witted burglar: Five for de gat. Abie: Sold. Son : A man ' s wife is his better half, isn ' t she, father? Dad: We ' re told so. Son : ' ' Then if a man marries twice there isn ' t anything left of him, is there? Passenger: Do you[ call this a fast train? Conductor: Yes, sir! ' ' Passenger: Do you mind if I get out and ?oe what it ' s fast to? 14 SPRING REFLECTOR Parrots A miniature reign of terror had broken loose in Excelsior, and the police could not cope with it. More than a dozen homes in the residential section had been plundered, resi- dents had been trussed and gagged while the robber, evidently the same man in all the thefts, ransacked the houses carrying away over fifty thousand dollars in money and jewelry. Because he worked alone, the newspapers called him the Lone Wolf. Down in the underworld section of Excel- nior, two second story men went on a bat showing loads of money and buying drinks for all, and boasting that they were the Lone Wolves. One of them, Skippy, boasted that he entered the homes and did the plundering while the other, Joe, stood outside and guarded. So, the next day when they sobered up, they found that they had a reputation on their hands and had to live up to it. Although rather frightened, they let a rumor go around the underworld, that they would rob a certain house and to read the newspapers next day to find out whose house it was. That night they packed up their kit and went to rob a Mr. Swanson ' s house on Fifth Avenue. Entrance to the house was easily and quietly gained, and after hunting around, they found the wall saf e ; but then had trouble in trying to open it. Then a slight noise behind them and a voice cried, Hope you have good luck. What ' s that? ' whispered Skippy, and played his Eveready around the room until it came to a parrot ' s cage. Better hurry up, boys; you need the jevv ' els in the safe, screeched Polly. Say, whispered Joe, let me throttle that thing. Don ' t you think the people up- stairs will hear him talking? Aw, get out, answered Skippy. Where ' s your education? Don ' t you know that parrots can talk as good as we can? Maybe you ' re right, but I still think that — but Skippy had turned his back and went to work on the safe. After twenty min- utes ' work of jimmying the safe to the tune of caustic remarks from the parrot, flew open and revealed a goodly fortune in jewels. Good luck, boys, but I ' ll take them, said a voice behind them. That dashed parrot, remarked Skippy. I ' m going to choke him. That ' s no parrot. That ' s a man ' s voice, said Joe turning the flashlight towards the window. There stood a man, gun in one liand and the other outstretched for the loot. Who are you? The Lone Wolf and also the one who made the parrot talk. Come on! Give us the stuff. I want to get going. Skippy handed him the jewels, falteringly. The Lone Wolf took them and backed out the window. Get back in there, Mr. Lone Wolf, said a gruff voice and at the same time the lights went on revealing some of Excelsior ' s pride, the police force. You slipped up that time, Mr. WoLf, said the voice behid them. You see, Mr. Swanson just got the par- rot today and knew that he could not talk. So when he heard voices downstairs he knew someone was after his jewels and called us here, and now we ' ve got the three of you. Gosh, Joe, said Skippy, I think now that you should have choked that parrot. John Gaah ' 31 March March is the dust broom of our world. It clea ns out wells, caves, and trees; It sweeps the ground, with a swishing sound, And heaps away the old dead leaves. Agnes Knox, Grade VIII, Junior Annex Report Cards ' Twas the day for report cards and down on my knees, I hunted in vain for the H ' s and C ' s, Not a good mark was on it — not even a C The marks were off duty — oh, where did they flee? Pursue them, pedagogue, have pity on me. T can ' t pass, being a senior, on only a P. Marguerite Alexanderson ' 31 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 15 A Russia] When the Russian trouble first started, and the people began to flee from that country, among the many nobles who were fortunate enough to get across the borders were a musi- cian and his son Ivan. They boarded a vessel bound for England. The passage was rough. Just off the coast of Spain, the father, who was not strong, became sick and died. He was buried, as he wished, in the sea. The ship docked in Northampton on a cold, foggy day. Poor Ivan wandered down the gangplank, not knowing what to do, or where to go. His precious violin was tucked under his arm and a piece of bread, was in his pocket. Around him people were laugh- ing and talking ; friend greeting friend, and whole families being bustled away to the warmth and comforts of a home. He had no home now, nor friends who had homes. He stood on the dock, shivering and clutching his violin tighter. The day was nearly over, and soon the wharf was deserted ; dim lights began to appear in the portholes of the ship and faint odors of supper cooking. Once longing for warmth and the comfort of human sympa thy, he had crept up the plank, only to be repulsed by a gruf£ voice to go about his business. And so Ivan, heartsick and weary, wan- dered of£, up dirty alleys, down side streets, sometimes standing under flickering lights. Although he spoke English, Ivan felt no de- sire to talk to anyone. He took out his bread but only nibbled at it, for he was saving some for future use. Rambling aimlessly through a dark alley, he stumbled against a wagon, and a hand reached down from somewhere aloft and caught him up on the cart just as he was about to fall. Well, said a nasal voice, there ' s a sewer that ' s open down there, and you nearly fell into it. The newsboy, for such he proved to be, pushed over a bit of horse- blanket and some straw for Ivan to lie on. The mist had gone away, and the moon had come out. A silvery shaft of light fell in the alley and across the pale faces of the two boys lying asleep on the heavy wagon filled with straw, and bits of horse-blanket. A month passed, and Ivan by the help of his friend was now a newsboy. With their Refugee combined savings, they managed to live in an unused, rotted warehouse, which was built partly on mud and partly on a wharf. On fine evenings Ivan used to sit on the wharf, dangling his legs over the side, play- ing his violin. One night, when he was sit- ting there, his precious violin slipped from his hand, and fell down, down. He heard no splash, but a faint thump. He ran for a candle and soon he was back, shielding the flame with his cupped hand. He leaned over the edge of the wharf and saw the violin caught on a cross-beam. He held the c andle out, and glanced uncertainly at the clammy water, and saw his own reflection, the wierd shadows cast by the candle light on the piles of the wharf, the wharf, the violin on the cross-beam, all moving to and fro in the water. He reached over. There was a sound of boards cracking, and a splash, that was all. The next morning when the tide was out, he was found lying on his back in the black piles, his hair gently stirring in the cool breeze. Catherine Leahy ' 31 My Policy My policy has always been: Smile your best today; Laugh at troubles, great and small, That come across your way. Put a bright side to the world, Though your heart is aching ; Don ' t let them know your heart is sore. Even though it ' s breaking. For others in this big round world Are harder pressed than yo u ; They take more knocks, more taunts and jeers, More heartaches, troubles, too. If someone says that you ' re no good. Don ' t fret and frown or fuss; But get to work and show that one You ' re made of sterner stuff ! Get underneath a heavy load, And lift it to the skies, And laugh and sing and smile the while ; The world ' s not made for sighs! 0. J. Taylor ' 31 16 SPRING REFLECTOR Study Period The bell rings and you walk into the study room, slowly. Having settled yourself in your chair, you immediately begin a conversation with the person next to you. But the teacher enters and quickly puts the damper on that. You wonder why teachers are like that, and you begin a critical sizing up of this one and that one. That cameo pin doesn ' t look good with that green dress. You don ' t like the way her hair is done either. It makes her look terrible ! The flag hanging up in the front of the room next catches your eye. You wonder if it really has forty-eight stars on it. Investiga- tion proves that it has not only forty-eight stars, but it has also thirteen stripes. Thus satisfied, you let your gaze roam around the room. It rests on the boy diagonally across from you. There is a tag on the back of his trousers. You strain your eyes to see what it says. It looks like $3.75. Hmmm, so that ' s what Oliver Snout paid for his pants! Your attention is then turned to the boy in front of you. He is drawing funny pictures on a clean sheet of composition paper. His glasses crave your attention. You wonder what things look like through the said spectacles. You close one eye and look through the left-hand lens with the other. Objects seem suddenly far away. So Emerson Blanks is near-sighted! You are about to tell your friend behind you when the bell rings. With a sigh you stretch, gather up your neglected books, and leave the room wondering whether or not the teacher works as hard as you do. Paul Schultz ' 34 Important Business The luxuriously equipped private steam- yacht LEOPOLD lay docked at a small pier in Long Island Sound. She was about to voy- age to Southampton, England. The party aboard consisted of Mr. and Mrs. J. Herbert Smith, social leaders of the elite of Lower Manhattan, and owners of the yacht ; their two sons; an Englishman, Archibald T. Cun- ningham (supposedly a lord) ; his daughter; and a few special friends of the Smiths. Having been shown to his stateroom, Arclii- bald T. appeared on deck in white flannels, blue coat, and yachting cap. ' ' I say. Smith, ripping weather, eh what ? ' ' he called in a decidedly English accent. ' Greatj ' ' replied the owner. ' We ought to be starting any minute now. I do hope so, continued the Englishman, as he stood there sniffing the salt air. I rawther think I ' ll retire to my room. The fact is, the smell of the harbor rawther nauseates me, don ' t you know, but I do enjoy the jolly old ocean and a spanking good breeze. ' ' So saying, he left the deck and with uncertain steps, descended to his stateroom. Ten minutes elapsed, and suddenly a cry v as heard form Cunningham ' s cabin. His daug ' hter quickly went to his room and found her father lying on the bed, groaning. Why, what is the matter, fawther? sh? asked. Oh-h — I ' m deucedly sick. I shan ' t live to see land again. Oh-h — if I had only stayed off this blooming thing, I ' d give a hundred — yes, a thousand pounds to be on land now, ' ' he moaned in one breath. But, fawther, we haven ' t left yet. The boat is being held up for repairs. I meant to tell you but I was so busy chatting with Mrs. ' Smith. About thirty minutes later a boat bearing the name, LEOPOLD, slowly steamed off leaving the pale-faced Archibald with his daughter standing on the dock. He had re- ceived his wish without parting with a single shilling of the thousand pounds. A paragraph in a society column quoted the following: ' ' Mr. and Mrs. J. Herbert Smith, residents of Lower Manhattan ; their two sons ; and sev- eral friends left for England on January third. Archibald T. Cunningham, wealthy English lord, who was to accompany them to his native country, was detained at the last minute by important business. In a recent interview with our society reporter, Mr. Cun- ningham states that he does not believe he will return to England at aU. ' ' Frank Thomas ' 33 Helen I always associate Helen with the out-of- door world — the out-of-door world on a cold diy in late summer, with a cloudy sky above p- ii a wave-washed beach beneath. This is. of course, because that was the sort of day on which I first saw Helen. I was sitting on WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 17 the jagged rocks, watching the boats sail to safety on the opposite shore as the sea and sky grew ever darker and the frothing waves swelled higher and higher in their mad, tumbling race to the shore in a mighty effort to envelop every rock and crag in sight and heartlessly drag me back a vic- tim. The beach was now deserted, and I was drawing my cloak closer about my uncom- fortably wet shoulders, to race for shelter, when a tall Swedish girl appeared round the cave, a veritable Goddess of the Storm. Her long, blonde hair played havoc round her face and arms. A loose cloak hung about her shoulders and revealed her strong, tanned legs as it whipped about her — Helen, a daughter of the storm, and still a beacon of hope on any horizon, as she later proved. And when she approached the center of the little beach, the sun broke through the clouds for just a moment, a moment in which to peek — at the darkening world, you say — no, I know that it was for a glimpse of Helen. Mande Beaton ' 31 Only Thoughts for Consolation Thoughtfully to school I plod alone. Engrossed in thoughts strictly all my own. Will Johnnie notice me today? And what will pretty Peggy say? Dare I ask in a voice quite low Of that boy that sits in the next row, ' ' May I take your pen an hour or so ? ' And will he smile and say, You may. And smile again, As if my perfect grammar were a joke. That only people linked with teachers spoke? And when I go to Room 402 To study ( ?), as I generally do, Shall I see that nice tall senior there? You know, the one with dark brown, curly hair? In English class, perhaps, I ' ll have a part From some old book, to learn by heart, While George (and here I must suppress a sigh) Will answer, reading from the book, Fair love, for you indeed I ' d die! On all these things I sadly ponder As I walk my lonely way, Wishing that — maybe a glance, Hoping that — something may chance So that tonight I ' U truthfully say, I ' ve certainly had a good day todav! Norma 0. ' 33 Night Night, a black night settled down like a heavy blanket over the sea. Lights on the ships at anchor twinkled like fireflies as the motion of the water moved the ship. The heavy still darkness was broken only by the dull boom of the running surf, far off in the distance outside the harbor. Time passed on. The lights faded and went out one by one, until only a scattered few remained. Now in the east an arc of red- orange moon showed on the horizon. After the first appearance it rose quickly as though some unseen hands were drawing up that serene face. Soon it gained the crest and hung in the sky like a large Japanese lantern, lighting the world. The red-orange faded until it glowed a pale yellow. This soft light, like a silver object, made a glittering path on the restless surface of the water, a path that stretches farther and farther until the moon has disappeared. The moon had gone but one small bluish star remained a few minutes longer and then that too disappeared. B. Lippincott ' 31 A Disconcerting Situation Now, John, remember to go and get those things for Baby Jane. Youll probably find them on the top floor of the Women ' s Linen Exchange. And cheerful wifey gave gloomy John a little push out the door. Arriving at the city, John had no idea where the department was. How should he know? He was at a loss. Oh! The telephone directory. Dashing into a drug store near by, he col- lided with an exceedingly stout woman, who, loaded down with bundles, and leading a miniature poodle, was just emerging. In his awkward ei¥orts to assist the now impotent matron to gather her scattered dignity and shattered equilibrium, he stepped on the long plumy tail of the proud and perfumed poodle, who immediately emitted an ear- splitting shriek, and scuttled between his mistress ' legs. Sir! The woman found her voice at last, as soon as she heard her darling ' s cry of anguish and terror. Red, embarrassed at his situation, and with moisture on his brow, after muttering an apology, he disappeared into the telephone 18 SPRING REFLECTOR booth, much to the amusement of the crowd. At last he was on his way. Arriving at his destination, he timidly hastened in, to Be confronted with a counter of feminine ap- parel. Salesgirls only looked mildly surprised at seeing him, as if flustered and nervous young men were quite common. Seeing an elevator standing open, he hur- ried across the intervening space, just squeezing in among a car-load of women. When the car stopped at the top floor, he nervously got out and, noticing a counter full of baby clothes, nervously walked over to it. ' ' Ah — could you tell — that is, what do you think a-ah-child of six months ought to wear in the line of ah — ah — clothes ? he stuttered to the amused girl. Deftly, and with an eye to business, she laid out an assortment of clothes for all sorts and sizes of children. After picking up, poking around, and stammering, John finally gave up in despair, and ordered five outfits, hoping to escape soon, and to pacify wifey. As he emerged from the train in the quiet little town of his residence, he felt the knobby bundle thankfully. After wifey had opened the bundle, she exclaimed aloud : Why, John I I only told you to get some, not all these outfits! Well — er — you see, I thought she might need ' em all some day. You darling! Always so thoughtful! Corinda Pratt Twilight Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was just about to go to bed behind the towering purple hills, when he beheld a beautiful picture. Below him he saw a small pond which was as smooth and sparkling as glass, and which reflected his colorful rays. Bending gracefully around its banks were many white birches. A small, green rowboat was tied to a fallen log. Stand- ing in the shallow water was a graceful blue heron, so overcome by the beauty and stillness of it all that he forgot that he had come to catch the lazy frogs on the grass. Just then he saw a little boy, coming down a path with his dog. He was clad in overalls and a wide brimmed straw hat. His little feet were bare. As they approached the scene, the frogs jumped into the water and vanished. The heron walked away without getting his supper. The two pals climbed into the boat, and, aa it was such a warm, lazy-feeling afternoon, they soon fell fast asleep. Mr. Sun, his face smiling and his eyes heavy from want of sleep, rolled down behinrl the hills for the night. Marjorie Candy, ' 33 Poor Big Brother Some girls like books; And some like to dance ; And others to dress up In brother ' s white pants. They borrow his shirts. And they borrow his ties. And that is the reason that big brother sighs. He locks up his closet, And carries the key. He thinks his attire is safe, you see ; But when he arrives to prepare for his date. It ' s always the same old story of fate : His shirts are all missing, His ties are all gone . So he goes from the house with a mutter and frown. To relate the sad story to the boys about town. He was mad and disgusted with girls of that type, Till he called on his sweeheart the other night. She was dressed in white ducks, A shirt and a tie, and also a sweater with a red letter Y, A little white cap on top of her head . He couldn ' t think of a thing to be said , And after a short time of serious thought, He decided it best for the matter to drop. Alice Lovell ' 33 He : May I have the pleasure of the next dance with yout She: You may, but the pleasure will be all yours. W. W. : Are you the same man that cut my hair last time? Barber: I don ' t think so, sir. I ' ve only boon here four months, WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 19 Love Kenneth Reading, a young man with at- tractive blue eyes and black curly hair, walked dejectedly through the busy section of New York City. He was unconscious of the joyful atmosphere of spring that surrounded him. He was thinking of his future. What did he have to live for? No family, no job, no money, and, worst of all, Anne, the girl he loved, was his no longer. Well, mused Ken, it was my own fault. No girl can care for a sap like me. I should have socked Jack Watson in the jaw, the night he told me that Anne was his girl and not to bother her any more. Anne was my girl, and he had no right to butt in! Dash it, whaltJ the use of crying over spilt milk? Gee, Anne is a — Why, hello, Bill ! Where have you been all my life? Everywhere, responded Bill. Gee, this is certainly a surprise. I haven ' t seen you since we graduated from high school. Well, old pal, how ' s the world treating you? Rotten! declared Kenneth vehemently. I haven ' t worked for three weeks. Ho! Ho! Ho! laughed Bill good-na- turedly. Is that all that is troubling you? Well, I ' ll soon remedy that. You ' re willing to do any kind of work, aren ' t you? Sure, asserted Ken quickly, anything to make money. Come on then, commanded Bill, follow me. I know a place where we can talk privately. After a few minutes ' walk. Bill and Ken- neth were in front of an old, dilapidated, brick building. Bill, without a word of explanation, ran down the street stairs with Ken right be- hind him. He paused before a huge, black door, and then seeing that no one was in sight, he touched something on the door. The door slowly opened, and Bill beckoned Ken to follow. After walking through a long, dusty corri- dor. Bill stopped before a small door. He opened the door with a key which he took from his waistcoat pocket. He entered the room briskly, motioning for Ken to follow. Ken- neth, with an uncertain and questioning air, walked slowly into the large and dismal room. With one glance. Ken noticed that it contained onlv two chairs and a desk. At Bill ' s invitation, Ken sat on one of the crude chairs. Bill rapped mysteriously on the wall that faced the street. Suddenly the wall slid open and into the room stepped a villanous-looking middle aged man, who glared viciously at Ken. Turning towards Ken, Bill said, This is Joe Carlson, the Big Boss. You ' ve heard about him, haven ' t you? Yes, assented Ken none to eagerly. This sudden information did not please him, for he well knew the character of this underworld king. In the meantime. Bill was offering an explanation to the boss. Can you use him? A friend of mine! I guess he can keep his mouth shut. You know the kind — would do anything for money. Sure, I can use him, growled the boss, but has he got spunk? Every man, no matter who he may be, never wants to be thought of as a coward; so Ken- neth quickly claimed that he was afraid of no one. Joe, Bill, and Ken conversed together for a long time. Just before Ken bade good after- noon to Bill and his new boss, Joe wamingly added: Don ' t forget, at eight shaip! You just have to cart the case of ' booze ' to Jake ' s place. Don ' t forget the ' bulls ' are on the watch, so watch out for ' em. Get rid of anyone who butts in! Now, get out! Ken left the building with a contented sigh. Gee, he certainly made money easy. Joe Carlson had promised him a hundred bucks if he succeeded in his job. Joe had also said there would be many more jobs of this kind. Desiring to be by himself, Kenneth strolled towards the city park. When he reached his destination, he sat on one of the benches on the side of the walk, and began to meditate on his adventure. He was awakened from his daze by the sound of a sweet voice, that rang l ike a clarion through the stillness. Kenneth Reading, gasped someone excit- edly, where have you kept yourself? Turning around, Ken saw an adorable miss with a halo of glorious, golden hair and limpid brown eyes which glistened with flecks of gold. It was Anne Bennett, the girl! Anne! exclaimed Ken overjoyed. 20 Yes smiled Annie mischievously, it ' s really I. Gee, Ken, I have missed you a great deal. Where have you been keeping yourself? I looked everywhere for you — you see, I have something to explain to you. First you must answer this question, do you still love me? Love you? cried Ken loudly. I ' ll say I dol Well, claimed Anne seriously, it didn ' t seem that way three weeks ago. But, honey, remonstrated Ken anxiously, I thought you didn ' t care for me anymore. You know that I want you to be happy. That was why I left a clear field for Jack Watson — I thought you loved him. Gosh, I felt like socking him that night, but I thought I would hurt your feelings, so I left without saying a word. Well, if that doesn ' t beat everything! laughed Anne. I didn ' t think you would act that way. I just wanted to have some fun, so Jack Watson, my cousin, who just came up from the South, and I thought we would play a joke on you. I pretended that he was my suitor, because I wanted to find out if you really loved me. Now, I know you do. Ken, I really and truly have missed you a great deall What a sap I was, said Ken. Well, I have to go now, but shall I see you tonight? Will you? Say, sweetness, I don ' t know how I ever kept away so long. After Anne had gone. Ken resumed his seat on the bench, and he became engrossed in deep thought. That was that! He couldn ' t carry out the job now — not after he had met Anne! It wouldn ' t be fair to either of them. For no matter how you argue or reasoned, bootlegging is illegal. There ' s no need of thinking about it any longer, muttered Ken, I ' ll have to tell the boss. I wonder how he ' ll take it? He ' ll per- haps have me ' bounced off ' in a few days. Well, I don ' t care how it will turn out, I have to do this for Anne. That same evening, before he called on Anne, he walked to the dug-out. As he en- tered the building, he noted an undercurrent of excitement and mystery. Suddenly, a loud f)eal of a bullet shot resounded everywhere. Ken ' s heart beat faster, but he kept walking towards his destination. When he entered the room, he saw Joe Carl- son ' s body stretched on the floor and a gun lying a few feet away from him. Glancing up, Kenneth saw Bill, holding a gun in his hand and with a frightened look on his face. What ' s the matter? gasped Ken, what ' s happened to Joe? He ' s dead, responded Bill, with a wild look in his eyes. Kenneth hastened toward the spot where Joe Carlson lay. Lifting one lifeless hand, he felt Joe ' s pulse — immediately Ken knew Bill spoke the truth ; for sure enough Joe, the big bootlegging king, was dead. Who did it? demanded Kenneth. I did, shouted Bill, but only in self de- fence. We had a scrap over some jack. I asked for my share of the cash he got yester- day, but he wouldn ' t give it to me. Because I was sore as the deuce, I swore I ' d get even with him. I guess he thought I meant to squeal, for when I had my back turned, he whipped out his gat and tried to put me out of business. I turned just in time, for the bul- let brushed by my left sleeve. He took another aim, but I was too quick for him. Before he could fire, I shot him. It won ' t do any good to put the brass buttons wise, because I ' m leaving these parts in a hurry. I don ' t intend to tell the police! asserted Ken. What kind of a pal do you think I am? Shake, old scout, said Bill, as he held out his hand, but you better beat it, for the police will soon be here. Thus Kenneth and Bill parted. Ken visited the dearest girl in the world , while Bill de- parted for some unknown parts. The next day Kenneth began a clean, white page in his life book. He spent the day searching for an honest job, and was finally successful in getting a f osition with a well- known business firm. Six months later, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett an- nounced the engagement of their daughter Anne to Kenneth Reading. Catherine De Luca ' 31 Dumb Dora: Aren ' t we beneath the mistletoe? Law Student: Facts admitted — but find no cause for action. Weymouth, Massachusetts. Dear Dot : April 2, 1931. It seems ages since I ' ve seen you. I cer- tainly had a good time at your house last vacation. The term was full of assemblies — for safety, for increasing interest in reading, for educational improvement and so forth. Another event that makes the term a red letter one is the introduction of two new members in the family of clubs. These new- est arrivals are the German Club, and the Yacht Club, founded by Mr. Parker. The Varsity Club held another of its famous Matinee dances on April 15. The Senior Play is growing with the year. Mrs. McGrath called a meeting for candi- dates on April 6 and distributed the books on the ninth. The name of the play is It Never Rains and, of course, you can trust the noble class of ' 31 to keep up its good name in respect to the play. We ' ve had two holidays this term, one on March 3 and the other on April 20. Because of the latter, the exam week was broken up, and so although it wasn ' t a welcome period, by any means, it wasn ' t quite so monotonous as usual. The Senior Dance was held on April 10 in the Girls ' Gym. I ' m sorry you can ' t come down over the vacation. If you change your mind let me know. Anvway, I ' ll see you in another two months. If that term goes as fast as this one, it won ' t be so long. Love, Mary. Assemblies There have been several assemblies dur- ing the past term, some of which were im- portant enough to be included in the RE- FLECTOR in a special column. On March 4, the school assembled in the hall to hear an illustrated lecture given by a young man about his native country, India. Mr. Bhambal, now a student at Tufts Col- lege was very entertaining and this assembly was one which the students thoroughly en- joyed. The pupils of the Junior High, freshmen, and members of the Aggie divisions were called to the hall on March 20 to hear a lec- ture given under the auspices of the Inter- national Harvester Company commemorating the 100th anniversary of the McCormick Reaper. On March 25, the first period, the seniors assembled in the hall where Mr. Hilton an- nounced that the honors of the class of ' 31 went to John Veerling as the valedic- torian and Marie Conroy as salutatorian. He also read the list of those students who had earned enough points to be included on the Four Year Honor Roll. On March 27 there were two assemblies. The fifth period the Junior High School and f r shmen, and the sixth period the sopho- ra res, juniors, and seniors listened to a talk on safety. This amusing and entertaining speech was delivered by Officer Andrews, a member of the Governor ' s Safety Council. Mrs. McGrath ' s public speaking classes very ably presented on April 2, a program 22 SPRE G REFLECTOR to arouse interest in the literature to be found in the school library. This was given twice; first for the Junior High School and freshmen and second for the sophomores, juniors and seniors. In the second assembly, in addition to the public speaking program, Mr. Kennedy gave out Ws to the members of the football team and Mr. Page, to the members of the track team. On April 7, the school gathered in the hall to hear another illustrated lecture; this one being on Byrd ' s North Polar Flight and the salvage of the wrecked submarine S-51. Mr. Plummer is not at all a stranger to Wey- mouth High students and true to his cus- tom he gave a swell lecture. L. 8. H. ' 32 Have You Noticed How constantly Virginia Cole shadows a certain person in 220? Dent Caton ' s classy umbrella? That some seniors are still arguing about the merits of certain picture studios? The highly decorated neckties that sev- eral sheiks wear? Fletcher Bates ' pants? (We fear that if they are worn any higher, the waist band may strangle him.) The backs of some of the girls ' leather jackets? Abe Infusino ' s new ear? (Didn ' t she like the other one, Abe?) That some of the habitual staggers broke their records for the Senior Dance? The carpenters (?) who wander about the High School? That Barbara Wolfe can be found either outside 301 or 304? The large number of the fair sex who have borrowed (?) their brothers ' shirts? L. S. H. ' 32 Coming Events Athletic Dance May 15 Teachers ' Play May 25 Exams start June 6 School closes June 18 Graduation June 19 PtEFLECTOR June 19 Junior Class Meeting On March 6 a large part of the junior class assembled in 114 at an unofficial meeting to inspect the rings which Edith Baker, the chairman of the ring committee, had an- nounced were on display there. The opinions were decidedly varied and for about fifteen minutes Mr. Brown ' s domain rang with such expressions as Look at 6. Don ' t you like it? I just loathe 5. Isn ' t 10 adorable? Of course, 10 will get it. Imagine a stone ring on a boy ' s hand — and so on. Shortly before three o ' clock a motion was made that the meeting be adjourned and the class of ' 32 went dashing out of 114. On March 6, 1931, the juniors again met in 114, this time to make plans for a party and to vote on the rings. Edith Baker once again carried the rings up and down the aisles to let those who had not been at the pre ious meeting and those who couldn ' t make up their minds which one they favored see them. Slips of paper were passed out, each junior wrote down the number of the ring he preferred, and then the votes were collected. Everyone waited breathlessly while the votes were be- ing counted and then someone yelled Ten, (not Fore). At that time the class of ' 32 was divided against itself for some cheered ; some were struck perfectly dumb ; and the rest hnoed loudly and whole-heartedly. Neverthe- less, Number 10 is the class ring and ' that ' s that. A committee of arrangement for the class party was elected as follows : Franeetta Abbott Porter Churchill Walter Monahan Barbara Richards Ted Soule John Sullivan Eunice Warner A motion was made that a committee con- sisting of one member from each home-room be elected to collect dues in his respective home room. The following were chosen : 211 Ruth Calen 212 Marguerite Goodrich 215 Sue Harper 216 Doris Nordell 217 Carl Parsons 220 Ruth Stoddard L. S. H. ' 32 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 23 German Club The German Club assembled for the first time this year on February 19, 1931. The meet- ing was in charge of Miss Humphrey and Miss Mayer, since the club officers had not as yet been elected. For the first time, juniors were admitted to the club. They certainly took advantage of this privilege, as may be seen from the membership roll, whicGi includes fifteen juniors. The business of the meeting was the elec- tion of officers, who were chosen by popular vote. John Anderson was elected president and Burgess Spinney was elected secretary. It was voted that : 1. There should be no dues this year. 2. The meetings should be held on the second and fourth Thursdays of the month. Since the first meeting, there have been two subsequent meetings in which much business was transacted. The entertainment committee for each meeLing has cooperated with the club in putting on excellent programts. Al- though the club was late in starting, rapid progress has been made. Keep up the fine spirit, members, and let us make this year ' s G-erman Club a real suc- cess ! Burgess Spinney, Secretary Agricultural Notes The freshmen and sophomores of the Agri- cultural course are making a model poultry farm, which they will exhibit in Room 108. The juniors and seniors of the Agricultural course are making a model farmstead, which they will have on exhibit in Room 108. The alligator in Room 108 doesn ' t seem to have much of an appetite since he left Flo- rida. Mr. Nelson is making preparations to secure some chicks from the Norfolk County Agri- cultural School in Walpole. He will purchase fifty chicks and will put sixty eggs into the incubator. Harold Fay Special Notice For ten cents pupils may buy from Miss Stockwell a sterilized Pro-phy-lac-tic tooth- brush. League Meeting On March 18, the Southeastern Massachu- setts League of School Publications held a meeting at Oliver Ames High School, North Easton. The delegates from Weymouth were Mr. Brown, Myrtle Pray, Josephine Caruso, Sue Harper, Filomena Amoroso, Marion Phil- brook, Mae Wood, and Leonard Bryant. We left Weymouth High at quarter past two and arrived at Oliver Ames High about half past three. From four to six we held our departmental meetings and the business meeting at which we heard a very interesting speaker. At six we had supper, after which we as- sembled in the hall where we listened to an- other very good speaker, who talked until eight o ' clock. The rest of the evening was given up to en- tertainment. The Junior Boys ' Follies per- formed three times ; a talented reader gave a one-act play ; and different members of the school ' s dramatic club gave another one-act play. At quarter past nine, the meeting was over and we started home. J. Caruso, ' 31 Mildred CKose Beauty Shoppe 72 Commercial Street Next door to the Post Office Tel. Weymouth 2344 Codman s DepU Store Weymouth Landing MENS ' AND LADIES ' up to date FURNISHINGS Printers ' Industrial Visit Suffolk Engraving Co On March 6th the printers visited the plant of the Suffolk Engraving Company at Kendall Square, Cambridge, Mass. The first thing we saw was the room where the pictures are taken direct from the object to be reproduced by photo-engraving. Here there are facilities for taking pictures of all sizes of articles from a pin to the largest piano. Our guide said a familiar make of small aato- mobile could be easily run in on the elevator and brought to this room for photographing. From here we went to the etching room where the image of the article is transferred to a zinc or copper plate and where this is ex- posed to an acid bath that etches the unwanted parts of the plate away from the whole. Cop- per etching is done with iron chloride while zinc is etched with nitric acid. Not all the dead metal is removed by etching, the large portions of this waste metal being removed by a routing machine. This machine has a verti- cal drill which rotates at a fast rate of speed and is carefully guided around the parts to be saved, cutting away all the unnecessary metal which was not etched away by the acid. This leaves the object in relief, giving a printing surface similar to that of type. Next we saw the lead being poured on the backs of the plate, making it from i 4 to 1 2 inch in thickness as desired. It is then .taken to a machine which smooths the back and makes it uniform in thickness. After this it is trimmed to size, mounted on a wood base and fastened by an automatic nailing ma- chine. Next, the wood base is trimmed to the size of the plate and the cut made type high by shaving off the bottom of the wood base. Now the engraving is ready for use. Norwood Press Composing Room The composing room of the Norwood Press was the fii-st part of the plant which we vis- ited. Here we saw copy coming in, being set in type and prepared for the pressroom. The first thing we saw was a row of lino- type machines. These machines set and ca.st ihe type in one slug. Each machine is oper- a ted by one man who does the work formerly done by a number of hand compositors. Then we went into the monotype room. This typesetting system consists ol two ma- chines, the keyboard and the caster. The key- board resembles that of a t}T)ewriter, only when a key is pressed, it perforates a roll of paper instead of printing a letter. The posi- tion of the holes across this roll of paper cor- respond to the various characters available on the casting machine. In short, this roll of paper controls the casting mechanism in much the same manner as a player piano roll con- trols the operation of an automatic piano. From the monotype machine, the product is in the form of individual letters the same as vrith hand-set type, rather than in the slug form of the linotype sj stem. We next visited the makeup room. Here the pages of the book are made to the proper sizes by the use of spacing material. After they are made up a proof is taken to be read for errors. After proofs have been OK ' d by the proofreader they are sent to the author for his approval. Any mistakes marked by the author are followed by other sets of proof until the final OK is received on the job. After the last set of proofs is returned, the pages are imposed, locked up and made ready for press. Vincent Wormald Fred Croto .il V EYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 25 Press Room of the Norwood Press The pressroom of any print shop is very important and the one at the Norwood Press is no exception. The room is about 150 feet by 300 feet with an equipment of 58 presses. Among these are 3 hand fed presses, the others being automatically fed cylinder presses. The hand fed presses were very common. The} were used to print small inserts and color pages that are used in the books printed on the larger presses. The automatic presses are those that are fed by automatic feeders. The sheet to be printed is carried dov n to the gauges by suc- tion and Eom.ctimcs by the use of combing wheels on the feeders. As tlie sheet strikes the drop gauges it is pushed to the side gauge by an automatic lever. The sheet n.ow g03s around the cylinder and is printed by contact Avith the type which trav- els back and forth on a flat bed beneath the im- pression cylinder. Tlie sheet next I ' eaches the flj ' delivery attacunieut that conveys it to the receiving table. yith these presses it is possible to print from IG to 128 pages at one impression and to print from 1500 to 2800 sheets an hour. Static electricity in paper causes the press- man no little trouble. The electricity is gen- erated in the paper by friction or changes of temperature during manufacture and remains in the paper frequently even after delivery to the prcHsrocm. The manner in which this diffi- culty is oveicoffie is by the use of a device known as the Chapman Electric Neutralizer. The Chapman Electric Neutralizer, instead of attem.ptiiig to lead av ay the electricity from the charged paper through a medium of con- ductors connected to the earth, employs a method of neutralizing the electricity by bring- ing a combination of positive and negative electrical charges in contact with the paper, using an alternating current, in small quanti- ties. We found many other interesting things at the Norwood Press besides those that have been described, one of these being the two-color presses. These presses print two colors with one impression, using any colors that may be required for the job on the press at that par- ticular time. These presses specialize on print- ing the colored maps for iLse in geography books printed at this plant. The Norwood Press maintains a small plant for the manufacture of printers ' rollei ' s for their own use. This is a job that keeps one man busy all the time as each press has at least twelve rollers on it. The old hand method of manufacture was to cast one roller at a time by pouring hot composition into a cylinder- like mold. Although more modern methods are used at the Norwood Press, the old method is still used to some extent. Earle Lane ' 31 Rlectrotyping The most common method for the duplica- tion of type forms or halftones is that of electrotyping, a process by which metal plates are made in exact duplication of the originals. The first part of the process is the locking up of the form, which is then dusted with graphite to prevent the wax from sticking to the type. After the graphite has been dusted on, the melted wax is poured on the form until the right thickness is reached. The form is then placed in the molding press and is subjected to terrific pressure until .the wax is deeply embedded in the form. The wax is then shaved, built up in the low spots and treated with graphite, to make it a conductor of electricity. When these operations have been completed , the mold is placed in a copper sulphate solu- tion, suspended on a copper rod through which electricity flows from the electric generator. Facing this mold is a large flat bar of copper a few inches away, also suspended in the solu- tion and connected with the positive pole of the generator. When the copper shell has deposited on the mold to a sufficient thickness, it is taken from the bath and stripped from the mold. The shell is laid face down in a flat pan. Strips of tin- foil are cut to cover tlie entire back of the shell. The tinfoil is then melted and flows around in- to the hollow parts of the shell. It is then taken from the pan and put on a level bench where lead is poured on until it is about one quarter of an inch thick. After this operation, it is planed down to a uniform thickness and mounted on wood which makes it the correct height for printing. Electrotypes are very often used for the printing of books, catalogues and other long runs. J ames Dcmubio ' 31 26 SPRING REFLECTOR George H. Morrill Co. On Friday, March sixth, the REFLECTOR staff and several members of the printing class of the trade school spent the day visiting in- dustrial plants of the printing and allied in- dustries. One of the places visited was the George H. Morrill Ink Company at Norwood, Massachusetts. When we arrived there, we divided into two groups then started our inspection of the plant. This company manufactures printing inks in every color and variety, lithograph and offset inks in black and colors, as weU as a well balanced range of process inks and news inks for every requirement. We first inspected the chemical lab. Here inks are mixed in small quantities for experimental purposes. A sam- ple of every ink that is made is preserved for future reference. Inks are also analyzed in this part of the plant. We then went to the mixing room. In this room the various pigments and varnishes are ground together according to the require- ments of each individual ink formula. This is a very painstaking operation as the exact shade of color and working qualities are very im- portant. For mixing, they use a machine that re- volves a large tank containing the ink in much the same manner as an ice cream freezer. The mixture is then transferred to the grinding machines where the pigments and varnishes are thoroughly ground together. This machine has three rollers revolving at different speeds, the ink coming from them is now ready to be packed for shipment. We next visited the heating plant where a large number of boilers supply the heat for this large plant. That the inks may be properly mixed and testod, the rooms must be kept at a warm and even temperature. The last part of the plant we visited was de- voted to the boiling of linseed oil to the vari- ous thicknesses required for the different inks. PrescoU Hobson ' 31 Man at gate to little boy: Is your mother at home? Bobby Clark: Say, you don ' t think I ' m mowing this lawn because the grass is long, f1o T.r,-,9 The Mechanics at the Auto Show Tuesday, January twentieth, we attended the Boston Auto Show. Each year we are given complimentary tickets by Chester I. Campbell. The boys met at track 1 at the South Station and from there went to Mechanics Building on Huntington Avenue. After a little delay we entered the twenty- eighth annual Auto Show of Boston. As we entered, the thing which immediately at- tracted our attention was the decorations. The place was a blaze of color. The main hall had multi-colored lights and colored paper formed a sort of canopy over the whole room. It was Oriental in design and had, in the center, a huge colored pagoda. The decorations were said to have cost over eighty thousand dollars. Many of the at- tendants wore Chinese costumes. The cars at the show this year were vastly superior to ones of last year, both in appear- ance and performance, the prices were also much lower. Among the cars which had the best variety and display, was the new Ford. There were Ford sedans, roadsters, coupes, Victoria sedans, touring cars, trucks, ambulances, hearses, police patrols, and buses not to men- tion fire trucks. At the show there were two ears which attracted much attention, they were the Austin and Methis, the Methis being one of the first ears in Europe. These two bantam cars were somethin j now in Boston shows. The Austin had a small delivery truck, sedan, and a roadster. The roadster was about ten feet long and four feet wide. The engine was scarcely larger than that of a motorcycle. However, there seemed to be plenty of room despite the small size of the car. The Franklin had many sporty looking models, the most pronounced being the Franklin Pirate. The most expensive car at the show was the Rolls-Royce town .xla!i, which costs $25,550. One of the most noticeable changes in the cars of 1931 was their streamlined appear- ance. The car which made the most promi- nent use of this streamlined effect was the _ .. T ,. i F.l ' Dinp ' win ' h ' r ' Vl . roii ' id ' 1 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 27 corners and pointed radiator also added much to its beauty. There was also a larger variety of colors, including the three color scheme. Oakland had many fine cars on display. It was expected that there would be several front wheel driven cars at the show, how- ever there was only one, that being a Cord, made by Auburn. The other cars at the show were but modifications of the ones described above. One of the features of the show was the displays of tools and accessories. There were different interesting mechanisms used to test and demonstrate manufacturers products. Many of the booths doing this gave out free samples of metal polish also roadways rulers and many other things. In the basement of Mechanics Building there were large trucks, tractors, buses, etc. There also was a Curtiss bi-plane which drew many spectators. One of the instructive features of the show was the models cut away showing the parts working and one could follow, out just how the engine ran. We learned a great deal at the show and topped the day off by attending one of the larger theatres. W. Van Meter ' 31 The Development of the Printing Press The development of the printing-press is a complicated study because of the many changes that have taken place in its history, starting with Gutenberg ' s invention, which was a machine fashioned after a winepress, from which the name press is derived. The early printing machine had two wooden surfaces, the bed and the platen, pushed to- gether by a large wooden screw that was forced down upon the form, which was cov- ered by a damp paper and then left to dwell to get a good impression. The screw mechanism, used by Earl Stan- hope in England in 1800, was still in use in 1816, when George Clymer of Philadelphia changed the screw action press to a lever action. This was improved upon and simpli- fied by Peter Smith, an English mechanic, who brought it out in 1817, to become the standard Washington Press, which was sold and manufactured for years by the Hoe Manu- facturing Company. The steam press came into use in 1830, patented by Isaac Adams of Boston and manufactured by Hoe in New York. It con- tinued to sell till 1875, when Frederick Koenig, a German mechanic, introduced the first Cylinder Press. Before 1895 Hoe, Campbell, and Scott in- troduced rotary web presses. Hoe cornered the market because his press included an automatic folder, which was a great improve- ment in the printing industry. In 1832 Robert Hoe placed the drum cylin- der press on the market ; and Andrew Camp- bell, an Amierican, invented a perfect register press at a very low cost. It is said that this Rolling Press is distinctly an American product. Adam Ramage built the hand job press in 1790, which was later made over to a treadle press by a man appropriately named Mr. Treadwell. Between the years 1840 and 1850 S. C. Ruggles and George C. Godden introduced and improved the Platen job press, a long step forward and an immense improvement over the other small presses of the time. Dur- ing this same time the Yankee Job Press and the A. B. Newbury card press came out. Edwin C. Allen of Norwich, Connecticut, in 1867, introduced the first Rotary Job Press but as it ran faster than it could be fed, it died a natural death. In the following year C. Potter, Jr. and the Cincinnati type foundry introduced a job press which found a market in the West. Disk job presses also made their first appearance at this time, the Globe and the Unive rsal being the first to be marketed. Later the Universal outsold the ' Globe ' whioh soon disappeared, and the Colt ' s Armory and the Univer- sal came out stronger than ever and are leading presses of today. In 1870 the Army half -turn cylinder press and the Cox duplex machine came out, putting out of business the double cylinder machine. About the year 1880 Kidder of Boston, built a press fed from large rolls of paper 28 SPRING REFLECTOR similar to the operatiors of the web press, and in 1881 Benny Barth of Cincinnati built a rubber off-set press which was highly praised for its fine work in printing on cloth. There have also been a great many presses built but never placed on the market, because of financial difficulties or defects, which were afterwards improved upon by other inventors. The American Cylinder presses in 1888 were mUch criticized for being too weak or light in appearance, but through Mr. Miehle, known as father of American Cylinder Presses, and other notable inventors, who experimented Tvith these presses, they are now regarded as the heaviest and most reliable presses built. At the end of a quarter of a century of unparalleled progress, the American press manufacturers find themselves on the eve of a still greater development, the production of four-color work, which is laid on wet, one color over another, while passing through the press. Even now, there is a chance of still greater inventions too complex to be realized. Walter Bwrrell ' 32 Wouldn ' t It Be Funny If Mary were a Cent instead of Au Coin ? Frances were a Bat instead of a Ball? Eleanor were an Inkwell instead of a Black- well t Mar jorie were a Scotch instead of a Burne ? Charles were a Cook instead of a Butler ? Winnifred were a Baker instead of a Cook? Wilber were a Pillow instead of a Cushing ? Olive were a Hunter instead of a Fisher ? Barbara were German instead of French? Alfred were a Farmer instead of a Gard- ner? Lucretia were Brown instead of Green ? Jean were a Koom instead of a Hall? Eleanor were a Mountain instead of a Hill ? Sadie were a Sheep instead of a Lambe? Florence were a Moth instead of a Mi ' lor? Constance were a Buick instead of a Nash ? John were Spears instead of Shields ? Mary were a Brick instead of a Stone ? Jack were Rain instead of Snow? Marietta were a Shortman instead of a Tall- man? Ola Jean were a Printer instead of a Tay- lor? Mae were a Splinter instead of Wood ? Margaret were Old instead of Young? Alice Lehossie ' re 31 STIDEMT CPII ICI On Having a Dramatic Club at W.H.S. As a student delegate for the Reflector, I have had the rare opportunitj ' to go to other Massachusetts high schools and see their vari- ous systems of education and recreation. Every high school that I ' ve been to has a dramatic club and organized sports for girls, with no eligibility requirements except scholastic ones. My essay is dealing only with the dramatic club, not because I ' m not interested in sports (for I ' d be among the first to report if there were athletics lor us,) but because there isn ' t time or space to delve into both. A dramatic club seems to me to be one of the finest of all clubs which can be organized in high schools. There are several phases of this question and T am, in this essay, offering only one with my ide?is regarding it. The dra- matic club is a club which offers opportunities to many students. Not everyone has the physique or ability to permit him to take part in athletics, not everyone is given a chance to study some musical instrument, not every- one is proficient in a foreign language ; but, surely some part of the great number ex- cluded by the requirements of the Varsity Club, the band and orchestra, and the French WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 29 and German Clubs, have at least a little ability for dramatics. Those who have are given but few chances to display it, with the Senior Class Play and the Operetta as the only means. Now, I am asking why a dramatic club can ' t be organized, and so I shall answer a few of the questions which I anticipate. Schools with a student body less than one- half the size of Weymouth ' s have dramatic clubs, so the argument that the school is too small for such an undertaking is overcome. Some may say there are not enough interested in such a project .to organize it or even attempt to. Those with whom I have discussed a dramatic club were very enthusiastic over the idea of it. Others may ask what use a dramatic club would be if one were organized. To that I answer for entertainment at various school functions and programs where dramatic talent is needed such as the Lincoln Day and Memorial Day Programs. A dramatic club would be a great aid to the ever decreasing athletic fund, for it could present a monthly, semi-annual or annual program, the proceeds of which would go to swell the fund. Several additional reasons could be ad- vanced proving the benefits of such a club, but I think I have given sufficient to show that it would surely be an asset to Weymouth High School. Of course, there are, as I have said, several sides to every question. So I shall sit back with an open mind to listen to anything which may be said for or against a dramatic club to prove that my ideas are correct or such that they must be decidedly cast aside. What have others to say on this subject? L. 8. H. ' 32 A Cheer for the Cashier It has always seemed to be an old English custom to praise the good works of a person after he is dead and unable to enjoy his well merited reward. Now, although I usually con- form to all other conventional customs of the English race, I am an absolute non-conform- ist when it comes to the custom of praise after death and not before. After such a lengthy prologue, it must nat- urally occur to your mind that this poorly educated author (no fault of W. H. S.) has someone in mind to whom she wishes to throw a few roses of commendation. Quite true, my patient reader. A very nice young lady has taken posses- sion of my thoughts as I think of unlauded heroines. She is none other than our compe- tent cashier, Elsie Peterson. Nobody knows as well as I do, just how much work she does in the run of a day. If someone should rush up to you and has- tily demand forty-seven fives and| three ones passing you a five-dollar bill, just how long would it take you to solve the prob- lem involved in his request 1 Well, that ' s just an example of what Elsie does for hours at a time. You have never seen a line in the lunch room held up because of any inefiiciency on the cashier ' s part and I am willing to bet that you never will. She ' s in school every day until four o ' clock and later figuring out the day ' s profit. It ' s just too bad that I wasn ' t endowed with a more extensive vocabulary; for, if I were, I could impress upon you the alertness, the ac- curacy and above all the cheerfulness of our cashier. Now, if for some unknown reason, you should think that I have exaggerated in any way, just take a day at it yourself. I did — only because I had to — and I can still hear those scathing remarks hurled from all sides at my lack of speed. They resounded against my ear drums and re-echoed against the very walls. Therefore, as a last word, pay the cashier a little more respect and a bit more courtesy when you ' re buying checks. It won ' t hurt you and it will help her a great deal. Ola, Jean Taylor ' 31 I don ' t think I deserve an F- on my card. Teacher: Neither do I, but it ' s the lowest I ' m allowed to give. DONOVAN DRVG Corp. The Service Stores Tels. Wey. 1501-1502 Weymouth, Massachusetts A great many people avail themselves of our free delivery service. Why not you? Next time you need drug store merchandise, phone your order Indoor Track Our indoor track teams had a very success- ful season. Mr. Page had a small squad to work with but he certainly had a good team. Weymouth, in her first meet, won the South Shore championship at Brockton, by defeating Abington, Marshfield, Plymouth, and Scituate. A week later, in a dual meet with Abing- ton, Weymouth was nosed by one point. Lady luck was certainly with the Abington boys and they can consider themselves for- tunate to have won from Weymouth 37-36. Meet at Boston, but they did not bring home any laurels. Mr. Page entered five boys in the State The track team has been managed by E. Abbott, of the Junior Class. J. Washburn, Norman and Paul Foskett, Ryerson, Vining ' , Little, Tirrell, Haggerty, Craig, and Schoals were the members of the team. Outdoor Track After the showing the track team made indoors, Mr. Page anticipates a good sea- son of outdoor track. The team will engage in seven meets and they should bring home some wins. A large squad of thirty-five re- ported the first night. J. Washburn, snappy distance runner, was on hand. N. Fo.skett has shown ability in the shot put and high jump, Paul Foskett is not far behind his brother in the short put, Elliot Vining is a high and broad jumper of no mean ability and Norman Ryerson has usually conducted himself well in the sprints. Baseball On March 24, baseball candidates reported to Coach Fred Kennedy in the gym. Mr. Ken- nedy was given good support, for nearly sixty men showed up the first night. There are several of last years veterans on hand and the team, under the management of Mr. Ken- nedy and Martin Mahoney, should make Weymouth a name in baseball. Class Title Won By Seniors The Senior Class basketball team showed its superiority by winning the class title. The j uniors were the runners up in the fast contest, but at the crucial moment the sen- iors launched a fast attack and swamped their opponents. The sophomores finished in third place and the freshmen acted as the rear guard. Class Games Class baseball and class track teams will be formed. All candidates will be given a chance to show their wares and when the call is given, all able bodied men show up. The winners in the class events will give their class a point towards winning the large cup in the library. Golf Team The Weymouth High School is now having a golf team. The golf team has a schedule of 14 games this year. There will be a six man team. They will team up as follows : Stan Neptune and Dick Cronin playing the first team; Mike Warner and John Daley plaj ' - WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 31 ing the second team; Ed Perry and Jack Long playing the third team. The schedule consists of: 2 games with Brockton High 2 games with Arlington High 2 games with Bridgewater High 2 games with Cohasset High 2 games with Hingham High 2 games with Quincy High 2 games with Milton High Basketball Our basketball squad, under the direction of Mr. Fred Kennedy and managership of John Anderson has had a fairly successful season. The first teams won eight games and lost nine. Oue opponents scored 378 points while Weymouth netted 274 points. Taylor, P. Poskett, Neptune, Stella, J. Stetson, Johnson, Thomas, and Petrucelli have seen service on the first team. Monroe, Zeoli, Bent- ley, Sullivan, Harrington, T. Stetson, and Gannon have played on the second squad. In comparison with other years, Weymouth has had a successful season and Mr. Ken- nedy is to be congratulated. Natiek vs. Weymouth A fast, clever Natick team showed Wey- mouth its heels at Natick on Feb. 3. Our boys netted 18 points, but were unable to take 21 more points for a win. The score was Weymouth 18— Natick 39. Hingham vs. Weymouth Our old rival, Hingham, defeated our hoopsters for the second time this year. Wey- mouth laced that scoring punch at the cru- cial moment. The Hinghamites scored 29 points to our 12. Rockland vs. Weymouth Weymouth wiped out the sting of her pre- vious defeats by taking Eockland to the tune of 23-20. Our boys certainly play basket- ball when they meet Rockland. This was the second time we have taken the count over Rockland. Abington vs. Weymouth In an unscheduled game on Feb. 12, the Weymouth basketball team defeated the crack Abington team 36-24. Abington played a good game of ball but our boys were too much for them. Teamwork again showed its superiority. Quincy vs. Weymouth On Feb. 12, Weymouth suffered her sec- ond defeat to Quincy. During the first half our boys played superior basketball, and it certainly looked as though they had Quincy on the run. During the next period the Quincy boys shot baskets from all angles and turned a defeat into a victory. The final score was Weymouth 12 — Quincy 31. Braintree vs. Weymouth Weymouth again showed its ability by de- feating Braintree 24-21. It was a close game from start to finish but Braintree was lucky to get her twenty-two points the way our boys were playing. Plymouth vs. Weymouth After a long trip to Plymouth the Wey- mouth hoopsters swept the Plymouth boys off their feet. Plymouth put up a game fight but was buried under by a 29-16 score. Spring Football Practice Mr. Kennedy called out football candi- dates early in March and announced his in- tentions of holding spring practice. Mr. Kennedy believes that spring is the time to get a line on his next year ' s material. This practice was held for two weeks, in the boys ' gym. The candidates were taught ' how to handle the ball, and the elementary prin- ciples of football. Several of the members of the Senior Class aided Mr. Kennedy in his instruction. Frederick Andrews ' 31 Sport Shoes Black and White Boys ' or Girls ' $5 00 AAtoD Heffernan s Shoe Store Alhambra Theater Building, Quincy MOLLIS TAXI SERVICE When You Need a Taxi Call Us Braintree 0235 Wey. 0234 32 SPRING REFLECTOR Girls ' Athletics The final game of basketball was played Wednesday, April 2. There were three games — all veiy exciting. The final score for all three games was: Garnet 44 Gold 41 The scores for each of the games were as follows : Gold —first team 9, 7, 10 Garnet — first team 4, 8, 2 Gold — second team 6, 4, 5 Garnet — second team 14 8, 8 In the tournament, which is going on, there are three sports; namely, volley ball, basket- ball and baseball. So far, the Garnets are ahead, for besides winning the basketball games, they won in volley ball too. The final score in the latter was: Garnet 107 Gold 99 However, the Golds are not much behind, and still have a chance. The spirit is much better. It is indeed, so much improved since last year, that it is almost unbelievable. The girls have been encouraged by the hope of get- ting their numerals. To obtain these, one must be on two first teams, or the equivalent. The score so far for all games is: Garnet 151 Gold 140 It is difficult to say which team will be the winner, but regardless of the results, Miss Jones has two fine teams and — well, may the better one win ! Marie Conroy ' 31 Mrs. White (Eng. IV-A-2) : I think that men have different minds from women. Bryant: So do I — thank heavens! Teacher: I ' m tempted to give you a test. Voice from rear: Yield not to tempta- tion. Can You Imagine Marjorie Burne — gloomy? Alice Lebossiere — speechless ? Andy Abbott — not popular? ' ' Peggy ' ' Alexanderson — bashful ? Elizabeth Hollis— tall? Constance Avenell — with freckles? Dorothy Bearce — not talking? St. Peter: Who goes there? Teacher: A teacher with two friends. St. Peter: What! A teacher with two friends? Enter! SMITH ' S BOOK STORE Why not try the new Emstman ' s Verichrome film for your Next sn pshot? Faster and gets finer details. Washington Street, Weymouth, Mass. Merluzzo Brothers SERVICE STATION Colonial ETHYL Gasoline Penn. Motor Oils Free Crankcase Service Goodrich Rubber Goods Cigars, Tobacco, Candy, Tonic 1305 Pleasant St. , East Weymouth A Bryant Co. Groceries and Provisions Quality . Service . Value Lincoln Square Weymouth H. A. ABBOTT Hardware, Paints and Varnishes GLASS AND KITCHEN UTENSILS 409 Bridge Street North Weymouth, Maas. WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 33 34 SPRING REFLECTOR Dear Flannelmouth : What is a dog pound? Harold Fay. Sixteen ounces of frankforts. Dear Flannelmouth: What is your favorite flower? Sadie Lamb. Well, Sadie, that ' s a rather personal ques- tion. But it ' s Pillsbury. Dear Flannelmouth: The doctor told me if I didn ' t cut out smok- ing I ' d be feeble minded. What shall I do ? Leonard Bryant. It ' s too late now, I guess. Why didn ' t you follow his advice? Dear Flannelmouth : I hear your cousin died and left a lot of money. Catherine Leahy. Oh, j es, the cops got him before he could escape from the bank. Dear Flannelmouth: What were you doing with that lantern you had the other night? Anna Cicehese. Oh, some fool left it beside a washout in the road. Dear Flannelmouth : What is the well dressed student going to wear this spring? Eddie Desmond. Same as usual, Ed, anything his older brother has outgrown. Dear Flannelmouth : Why do they say high school classes are like dreams? John Shields. You ought to know, Johnny. You have to go to sleep to enjoy them. Dear Flannelmouth: What is the name given to one who follows the medical profession? John Anderson. An undertaker, of course. Dear Flannelmouth: Do you like Kipling ? Eleanor Dwyer. No, I don ' t know how to kipple. Dear Flannelmouth : What is puppy love ? Paul Rielly. The beginning of a dog ' s life. Dear Flannelmouth : Joe told me you borrowed his patent leather shoes. Why? Hazel Morrison. I had to. The patent expired on mine. Dear Flannelmouth: Did you pick your teeth ? Sue Harper. No, they just came. Examination Week Hurry! Hurry! And get that done! Hurry! Quick! Don ' t be so dumb! Mothers are screeching; Teachers are preaching; Pupils are studying As fast as they can. No show to-night Till you math is done. And all your English Battles are won. Agnes Knox, Junior Annex, Grade VIII North Weymouth Shoe Hospital Custom Made Shoes Our Specialty Guaranteed Work at a Fair Price 64 Sea Street PETER CASSETTI, Prop. Compliments of EDYTHE K. WELCH of The Weldon Beauty Shoppe WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL 35 Customer : I should like to get a dress to slip on around the house. Clerk: How large is the house, Madame? Is she a good driver? Well, when the road turns the same way she does, it ' s just a coincidence. Teacher: Oh! boys, boys, don ' t you know that when you get angry you should do noth- ing till you ' ve counted a hundred? Boys : Aw gee ! By that time you ' ve either got a ' black eye or the other kid has beat it. ' ' Step on it, Percival. A silly man on a motorcycle is trying to pass us. Little Boy : (to old lady in the park) : My little brother does imitations. For a penny he ' ll imitate a hen. Old Lady: My, my! And what will he da —cackle? Little Boy: Naw, we don ' t do no cheap .stuff — he ' ll eat a worm! Mother: Now, Kitty, it ' s time for bed. Kitty : ' ' Darn it ! I ' m too young to sit up at night and too old to stay in bed in the raorninof. ' She : ' ' All bright men are conceited any- way. He: Oh, I don ' t know. I ' m not. What Would Happen: If Mr. Brown lowered his voice ? If Mr. O ' Donuell weren ' t allowed in the cooking room? If Marguerite Goodrich didn ' t do her les- sons? If there were no mirror in the school? If John Veerling ever got an F ? History Teacher : I shall give a test to- morrow. Don ' t be surprised if I ask for dates. Sweet Miss: Don ' t think you ' ll get one from me, sir ! Little Girl : ' ' Package of pink dye, please. ' ' Merchant: ' ' For woolen or cotton goods? Little Girl: It ' s for ma ' s stomach. The doctor said she ' d have to diet (dye it) and she wants a pretty color. PRINTING DEPARTMENT Weymouth Vocational School Printers of the Reflector Compliments of Reidy s Drug Store Jackson Square East Weymouth, Mass. Compliments of the Weymouth Item A Weymouth Owned and Operated Paper RHINES LUMBER CO. Framing Lumber Window Frames Windows and Sash Doors, Interior Finish Floors and Cabinet Work Insulating Materials Building Specialties 148 COMMERCIAL STREET WEYMOUTH Phone Wev. 1640 Our Hardware Gives Harduiear GEO, W, STONE CO, We Deliver The Goods HARDWARE AND PAINT Washington Square, Weymouth, Phone 0038 Telephone Weymouth 2150 CHESTER N. FOGG Jeweler Watch, Clock and Jewelry Repairing 71 Washington Street Weymouth, Mass. Puree Beauty Salon Permanent Waving and aU Branches of Beauty Culture 41 1 BRIDGE STREET NORTH WEYMOUTH, MASS. Phone Wey. 1364-W Emma H. Saucier, Prop. Northeastern University The School of Engineering In co-operation with engineering firms, offers curriculutns leading to the Bachelor of Science degree in the following branches of engineering CIVIL ENGINEERING MECHANICAL ENGINEERING ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING CHEMICAL ENGINEERING INDUSTRIAL ENGINEERING The School of Business Administration Co-operating with business firms, offers courses leading to the degree of Bachelor of Science in the following fields of business: ACCOUNTING BANKING AND FINANCE BUSINESS MANAGEMENT The Co-operative Plan of training enables the student to combine theory with two years of practice and makes it possible for him to earn his tuition and a part of his other school expenses. Students admitted in either September or December maycom.plete the scholastic year before the following September. For catalog or further information tvrite to: NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY MILTON J. SCHLAGENHAUF, Director of Admissions Boston, Massachusetts BurdettCouege FOR YOUNG MEN Burdett College offers Business Ad- ministration and Accounting Courses as preparation for sales, credit, financial and accounting positions. FOR YOUNG WOMEN: Executive Secretarial, Steno- graphic-Secretarial, and Fin- ishing Courses as preparation for promising secretarial posi- tions. FOR BOTH young men and youngwomen : Ollice Manage- ment and Bookkeeping Courses as preparation for varying types of office posi- tions. Previous Commercial Training not Required for Entrance [ A PROFESSIONAL1 BUSINESS SCHOOL I OF COLLEGE GRADE J Repeats Its Recommenda- tion that young people con- templating a business ca- reer finish first their high school course, later enter- ing college or business school as their fitness or need may require. New Bardett College Building Distinctive features of Bur- dett College are: personal attention — able faculty — ex- ceptional preparation — indi- vidual advancement — desir- able student associates — placement service. Students attending come from imiver- sities, colleges, high schools, and academies. Placement calls for graduates numbered 3149 the past year. BURDETT COLLEGE is interested in high school graduates farsighted enough to see that a high school edu- cation supplemented by addi- tional, more highly special- ized, training is the best prep- aration for a useful business career. For illustrated catalogue ient without obligation— address F. H. BURDETT, President 156 STUART STREET, BOSTON, MASS. HANCOCK 6300 deflector CHRISTMAS ♦ ISSUE 1931 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL, WEYMOUTH, MASS. 1931-1932 Editor-in-Chief SUE HARPER ' 32 Associate Editors Business Manager Literary Carl Parsons ' 32 Secretaries Edith Baker ' 32 Nellie Beaton ' 32 Alan Bryant ' 33 Isabel! Dacey ' 32 Russell Dexheimer ' 33 Parmys Goodale ' 33 Alumni Arthur Garland ' 31 Advertising John Bentley ' 33 Marjorie Bentley ' 35 Louise Fay ' 32 Marjorie Hayward ' 34 Isabella Knox ' 34 Patricia Lyons ' 32 Theda Monroe ' 33 Mary Reidy ' 33 Esther Springer ' 32 Trade School Henry Laniewski ' 32 Rita DeMers ' 32 Ellen Holma ' 32 Antoinette Lilla ' 32 Doris Nordell ' 32 Olga Yetsook ' 32 Exchange Nellie Beaton ' 32 Isabell Dacey ' 32 Athletics Art Stanley Neptune ' 32 Warren Hilton ' 32 Faculty Adviser P. B. Brown Page Literary Section 3 Exchanges 14 Poetry 22 School News 25 Alumni 28 Sports 30 Crystal Ball 32 Jokes 33 Christmas in Other Lands Christmas, an ancient festival adopted by the church early in the Christian Era to commemo- rate the birth of Christ, is so celebrated wherever Christianity is the prevailing religion. In England, the day used to be celebrated by great feasts. The owners of large estates en- tertained at dinner, not only their own rela- tives, but also the families living on their proper- ty. The pantries were filled with puddings, pies, cakes, vegetables of all kinds, and huge roasts. This part of the English Christmas is not observed at the present time. At midnight bells ring throughout the land to proclaim the arrival of the holiday. Very early in the morning, the children, many of whom are very poor, go about the streets sing- ing Christmas carols. Later in the day the boys and girls help to bring in the Christmas tree and the great yule log, which has been cut the preceding year, that it may be thoroughly dry before it is used. It is placed in the fireplace and lighted with a fragment of the last year ' s yule log, this piece having been kept for the purpose. The children believe that the Christ- mas trees are gifts of St. Nicholas. The German boys and girls always have trees. On Christmas Eve someone, strangely attired, calls at each home to inquire if the children have been good. If they have, he opens a bag and tosses nuts about. If a child has been naughty, he gives the parents a switch, to be used in punishing him. The young folks of Holland and Belgium think that St. Nicholas drives a white horse. They clean their shoes, fill them with oats and hay or carrots for the animal, and in the morn- ing wake to find their shoes filled with candy and toys. The Danish children believe that a good Brownie Nisson, who looks like a little old man with a long gray beard, and who lives under- ground, comes to bring them gifts. Christmas Day is spent in family reunions. The Italian Santa Claus is what we know as Mother Goose . They call her Befana, and watch for her arrival on the broomstick which she rides. The people of Italy have a large log called the Christmas log , around which the boys and girls recite poems and sing songs. Then they go into another room, where a large urn or vase, filled with gifts of fruit, stands in the centre of the table. The Swiss children place one shoe outside the door for the two Saturdays preceding Christ- mas. If they have not been naughty, they will find candy, nuts, and toys in their shoes. On morning wake to find a loaded Christmas tree. In Austria, lighted candles are placed in the windows on Christmas Eve, so that the Christ- Christmas Eve they go to bed early, and in the Child, in passing, will not stumble. Special candles are made for the occasion, and a Christ- mas log is cut for the fire-place. The French Santa Claus is called Pere Noel, which means Father Christmas. He visits the homes on Christmas Eve, and rewards the good boys and girls. Ruprecht, the bad spirit, who carries switches for naughty children, comes with Pere Noel. In Sweden and Norway, all kinds of fancy cakes and cookies are made in shapes of animals and then are frosted with sugar sand. Biscuits are the favorite bread for this season, and quan- tities of them and coffee cakes are baked and put away for the holiday feast. The country chil- dren go into the woods and select their own Christmas trees. If the brother is old enough, he cuts the tree, otherwise, the father does. The children drag it home and trim it themselves. They have no Santa Claus, although to amuse the younger ones, presents are thrown at the windows, and no one sees where they came from. All animals are given extra food, and a sheaf of wheat, saved from harvest is fastened to a pole near the house for a feast for the birds. Early Christmas morning, lighted candles are put in the windows to light people on their way to church. The Christmas service begins at five o ' clock and everyone goes. Thus, we see that, though each country has its particular customs, there is one day, Christ- mas, when all are united in the spirt of peace, good will towards men. Sylvia Merrill ' 34 Fire Drill Gong sounds. Class comes to life, books are slammed, pens are dropped, all the feigned studious atmosphere vanishes. Talking begins, lines are formed at class-room doors. Boys are seen scurrying through the corridors, violently trying to reach the doors. Bell rings. Students pass out into the yard without any undue noise. Again the bell rings. Students about face. Pushing and crowding, the thundering students mount the stairs. We hear comments on the weather and the last exams and also secret desires for a real fire or at least another drill. J. Perkins ' 34 Decorating the Xmas Tree Christmas comes but once a year. Sometimes I wish it came more than once, and sometimes I wish it didn ' t come at all. One of the inci- dents which make me wish it didn ' t come is the one I will now tell. My mother had ordered a tree from the store. When I arrived home from school, I found it leaning up against the side of the house. Upon further investigation, I found that I was to have the honor of putting up and decorating the tree. First I made a standard to hold the tree up- right. It held well enough while someone held the tree, but when that someone let go, the law of gravity went into effect, at least, as far as the tree was concerned. I solved this by driving a nail into the ceiling and tying a rope onto the top of the tree, and then tying it to the nail. Result : c racked ceiling. Next I turned to the decorations. Just as I had my arms full of the dainty little doo-dads, my dog roared at me, evidently filled with the spirit of Christmas. Result : broken decorations, whipped dog, tree being decorated by my mother, ruined temper and subsequent slang (?). When Mother had finished decorating the tree, it looked beautiful. The gaily colored balls and sparkling tinsel made it look like a rose-tree in paradise. To crown its glory, an illuminated star shone forth at the top, very successfully, lighting up that cracked ceiling, so that D ad would be sure to see it when he came home. Later, when he did come home, we all stood around, admiring the tree. Then the catas- trophe happened. That nail in the ceiling pulled out. Down came three and one half square feet of ceiling. Along with it came my father ' s wrath upon me. As the argument neared its climax, over toppled the tree, neatly sweeping a vase off the sideboard, as it crashed to the floor amid the tinkles and cracks of once lovely decorations. I headed for the door in a hurry, not stopping until well into Canada. Well, it might have been East Weymouth — I went so fast I couldn ' t tell. But even so, we managed to have a Merry Christmas, after much last minute work by everyone in the family but me. Gardner Jones ' 32 Page Four Buried Loot What a suspicious-looking character ! said Mr. Andrew Adam Alexanderson, to no one in particular, as he rounded the corner of Elm Street. Mr. Andrew Adam Alexanderson was a weight guesser by trade and a loafer by choice, but his chief ambition, hidden away in that thick skull, was to be a detective. Just as I thought, he has a bundle under his overcoat. I am going to follow him. Mr. Andrew Adam Alexanderson talked to himself as he hurried along behind the suspicious- looking man, who slinked along keeping in the shadow of the buildings as much as possible. They went down the street, crossed the square, and took a road that led to a more secluded spot. As they passed through the square, a policeman stepped from a doorway and followed in their train. Some distance out in the country, the man who was being followed, stopped, climbed over a stone wall, and put down his bundle. He looked cautiously around ; then he pulled a shovel out from under a bush, and began to dig. There, I guess that ' s deep enough, said the man as he picked up the bundle. He started to put it into the hole and then as an after though., he unwrapped it. As the contents fell into the hole, a loud laugh came from the other side of the wall, followed by another from be- hind a tree. The policeman and Mr. Andrew Adam Alex- anderson walked up to the amazed man whom they had followed. Mr. Andrew Adam Alexanderson said, Shake, brother, I ' ll have a little job for you December 26. The policeman, trying hard to control his laughter said, Those neckties are almost as bad as the ones I got last Christmas. Carrie Mae Whitcomb ' 32 A man and his wife had just been given their room in a hotel. About five minutes later, the man appeared at the desk, and said to the clerk, Sir, there are two mice fighting in my room. The clerk said, What did you expect for three dollars — a bull fight? Cock of the Walk About the middle of November a truck drove away from a little New England home, lead- ing a large crate in the farmyard. Within the house an open calendar, fluttering fitfully to the gay breezes of a November wind, seemed to be impatient to turn over to the December pages. The dogs, cats, chickens and other barnyard animals crowded around the crate, from which came foreign tones of authority and boastfulness. The animals quickly scattered at the appear- ance of the owner, and at a safe distance eagerly watched the opening of the crate. Out strutted a half grown turkey, with a deadly look in his eyes, as if he owned the farmyard. A lordly cock immediately singled himself from the crowd, walked up, and glared at the newcomer as if to put him in his place. But losing his high position had by no means ruffled his dignity ; he still strutted around the yard and passed judgment on serious affairs. The turkey, while taking a dust bath one day, saw the cock coming his way. When the cock stopped beside him, he lifted his powerful wings; and for a minute neither could be seen through the dust-laden air. When the dust and noise had settled down, another tongue and eye fight could be seen and heard. You are no longer ruler of the yard, yelled the turkey. I do not want you bothering me again while I am in comfort. My day will come, snapped back the cock, and coolly turned and strutted off. The next day the farmer came out into the yard, caught the turkey and carefully judged his weight. Seemingly satisfied, the farmer car- ried it over to a large block. The turkey felt very much elated to receive so much of the master ' s attention, but with one blow from the shining ax, the proud head was gone, never to boast again. While the turkey was still flop- ping around, the cock strutted over, with a satisfied look in his eye, and yelled at the top of his voice, Now who is cock of the walk? The preparing of the Christmas Day dinner had given a lasting and much coveted Christmas gift to the cock and general harmony to the farmyard. K. Soper ' 33 Page Five A Merry Christmas ' Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Nay- -not so! Little Oswald Mouse cautiously po ked his tiny nose through the front door of his home. Extreme caution was necessary, for in the main room of the house Mr. and Mrs. Percival Jones were diligently erecting a handsome Christmas tree for their beloved offspring. Percival was perched precariously atop a high step-ladder, putting the final decorations on the top of the evergreen. Mrs. Percival was assisting him mentally, if not physically. Ah! What ' s that across the room? As I live, it ' s a piece of cheese. I wonder ? After carefully considering his actions, Oswald crept, oh, so slowly, across the room. Possibly all would have been well had not Mrs. Percival taken it onto herself to assist her husband physi- cally. Under her capable assistance, the ladder, up to now steady, wobbled dangerously. Suddenly Percival felt himself going. With a shriek of dismay, he clutched wildly at the none-too-firm Christmas tree. With an ear- splitting crash, Percy, tree, decorations, and all came tumbling noisily to the floor. One of Percy ' s arms protruded through a drum that was to have been given to little Aloysius ; perched on his head, in tent-fashion, was a book, How to keep your temper, intended for Percy, Jr. Little Oswald held his ears in horror as the atmosphere grew warmer and warmer. Wisely, he decided to take refuge from that raging hu- man. Silently he crept into a toy fire-engine laid carefully to one side. As he gained his hiding place, he inadvertently stepped on the starter. With a rush and a roar, Oswald started on a wild cruise around the room. Zigging and zagging, he dashed between packages, ladder and all. Mrs. Percival glimpsed the rodent chauffeur and fled scream- ing from the room. There and then Ossie lost control, and crashed into Mr. Percival, who was still sprawled among the wreckage. Startled at this collision, the bam-and-scram (hit and run) driver, threw the machine into reverse and sped towards home with an angered Percy in hot pursuit. Then, when his goal was nearly reached, disaster befell Oswald. Mrs. Percy, who had returned with a broom, let that object fly, and successfully wrecked the Mouseville Fire De- partment. Oswald picked himself up and just managed to reach home when reenforcements arrived in the form of Percy and a hammer. Safe at last, Oswald breathed a deep sigh of relief, and crept back to bed. I didn ' t want the blooming cheese anyway, he murmured philosophically, as he fell asleep. R. Dexheimer ' 33 Our First Night in Camp This was our first night in camp. The scout master had said Good Night , and now we could hear him breathing regularly. No sound came from the other tents; still Bob and I could not get to sleep. We wondered if any of the other fellows were sleeping. The woods seemed full of mysterious sounds. The breeze stirred the tent flap; a branch creaked. The sleepy rustle of birds, even the lap-lapping of the water against the boats on the lake sounded strangely infamiliar and startling. Suddenly we heard footsteps, cautious, slow, yet unmistakable. A twig snapped. Someone was approaching our tent. In less time than it takes to tell, our minds were full of weird happenings. Should we call the scout leader? We didn ' t want to be laughed at, and so decided to make sure who it was first. Cautiously we scrambled out of our blankets and crept to the opening of the tent. A dark figure was lurching about uncertainly, not three yards away. We clutched each other and were just about to shout, when a pocket light flashed in our faces. The next moment a cross sleepy voice grumbled, Say. fellers, where ' s that water bucket? Archie Craig ' 34 Page Six Star in the East Christmas Eve, thought the old woman, Christmas Eve again. There had been many in her life, happy ones too, when she came to think of it. Yes, happy, although she didn ' t know it at the time. One seldom does, until after- wards when one is old and bent and poor, when one ' s friends have gone, and one ' s children too. Christmas Eve — candles flickering in the win- dows, wreaths with big red bows, shops bright with lights and smelling sweetly of evergreen and holly, hurrying throngs of last-minute shoppers eager to get home to the warmth of a cheery fire and a hot supper, rosy-cheeked chil- dren with faces flattened against shop windows in delightful expectancy. The stars were coming out. One by one they appeared in the murky deep of the winter sky. ' Twas cold this Christmas Eve. Cold without snow, thought the old woman. Strange in- deed — a Christmas without snow! Ugh! How the wind howled ! And the cold — it bit into you somehow, made you feel numb and life- less. The stairs would seem long tonight, end- lessly long. The room would be cold, no doubt. Ah, well, you could not expect a fire to last all day with no one to tend it, and there were, after all, floors to be scrubbed and kept clean. At least the small pittance was a livelihood, and it would not be for long. She felt quite sure of that not for long. But here — ' twas Christmas Eve. She had a room, at least, and a fire, and that indeed was more than He had had that Christmas Eve so long ago. A stable it had been, so the stories said, a lowly stable, and yet they had found Him there, those wise-men of old, by following a star. It had led them through the night by its radi- ance; had led them through fear and doubt, dread and expectancy. The sound of childish voices came to her ears, and floated sweetly on the frosty air. We three kings of the east are Bearing gifts. We traverse afar, Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star. Star of wonder, star of light The voices died away in the distance. Star of wonder, indeed it was! The old woman drew tighter her much-worn coat. A bitter night. There were no longer the hurry- ing crowds and gaily decorated windows to take your thoughts from the stinging cold. She should be home by now. Could it be she had lost her way? No matter. For the star was there. She could see it quite plainly now. Yes, she would follow its steady light. It would lead her. Had it not the men of old? She pushed onward, weary, half-frozen, until she could see the star no longer, nor see any- thing, for that matter, that was earthly. She had followed the star in the east and come home. When the gray dawn broke o ' er the sleeping city, the heavens opened and flurries of snow drifted earthward as if to wipe from it all signs of suffering or sorrow. It would be a white Christmas — after all. D. Sprague ' 34 Much Ado About Nothing Once upon a time the Passionate Shepherd made love to Daphne , the Faerie Queen . King Arthur of Arcadia , however, was also in love with her ; so they decided to fight for her hand. After consulting the Shepherd ' s Calendar , they agreed to fight on the Twelfth Night of June. The Faerie Queen , who was in the midst of a Midsummer Night ' s Dream , was awakened by the clash of tin against tin, and rushed out to see what the True Trage- dy was about. But she arrived at the scene just in time to see The Passing of Arthur . When Piers the Plowman heard of the Death of Arthur , he immediately came to the House of Fame , in which Arthur ' s body was lying in state. At Arthur ' s funeral he read A Funeral Elegy . The Faerie Queen then told the Passionate Shepherd that she was not in love with him, but with Julius Caesar , the Mer- chant of Venice . Thereupon the Passionate Shepherd sadly said, My ' Love ' s Labour ' s Lost ' . Does this little tale turn out As You Like It ? S. Scott ' 32 Page Seven Johnny He was a cheerful little boy. His childhood was one of love and gentle deeds. He had one fault - carelessness. No matter what one said, he would invariably forget. He grew into young manhood, loved by every one. His chief characteristics were a love of fair play in all things, and a mischievous sense of humor. Then he attended the university, and every morning he walked along his way to classes ; sometimes alone, sometimes with some chum, carrying an armful of disreputable old books. For his books were apt to be forgotten and left when fancy called him elsewhere. He wasn ' t so well as he might be; therefore he was never a leader in his beloved athletics. Saturdays and after school you could see him down by the football field or up on the tennis courts. He was always jolly. You never sus- pected how hurt he was by his failures. We, his classmates, half suspected his sadness ; and I, who sat beside him, knew, as the years went by, he grew frailer. At the last his studies came hard to him. He had never been brilliant, but he had al- ways passed. When the teachers asked him questions, he would sometimes smile that win- ning smile of his, and they would never scold. Once he saved my reputation when I was caught in a lie. With the children he was a great favorite. They all loved him. No matter where you heard his whistle, children came, running as if the flute of the Pied Piper of Hamelin were calling. Then he died. It was during my last year at the university that it struck me that he was failing swiftly. He was often absent for long periods of time. The last day he came to school was the day of the Latin exam. It was June, just before the close of school. We had been practising for commencement exercises. He and I sat before the open window at the back of the room. He was flushed, and a red spot burned high upon each cheek. I wrote briefly, glancing at him from time to time. He wrote with a fever- ish energy, never pausing for rest. At last, the exam, was over, we got up. He touched me on the sleeve. Please walk with me down by the river, Charles. I have something to say to you. I was frightened, so grave he was. As we walked along under the willows at the river ' s edge, I stole an occasional glance at his face. He was very white except where the flush burned along his cheek. I haven ' t long to he started; then fell into silence. Don ' t, I said. I know it isn ' t so. Yes, it is. Please tell Jane. You know her I loved her. I couldn ' t, because I ' ve known what I ' d like to, but . When I ' m dead tell for two years I was dying. I think she loved me. She never said so, but, Charlie, a fellow knows. Don ' t Johnny, don ' t. I implored. Don ' t be silly, Charles. I ' m not afraid. I ' ve had it to think of a long, long time. At first I was . Then it happened. A scream. A child had fallen into the river. It runs very swiftly there, and the little boy was borne under. In a moment Johnny had kicked aside his shoes and plunged in, I after him. Several seniors who had been strolling about the campus heard and rushed down. They dragged the child and Johnny out. The child was alive, but Johnny was dead. After all, it was the way he would have wished it. Brave Johnny, who was always so cheerful. He had been spared the pain of slow death and last words. He was buried in the little churchyard behind the university. We, his class, attended his funeral. Outside the swallows dipped and rose in graceful flight. Overhead the sky was blue, and the sun fell in long golden lines across the floor. A beam fell across the altar gently, pity- ingly, caressing Johnny ' s pale face. He looked just the same as he ever did, ex- cept he was paler ; and he was beautiful with a strange unearthly beauty. He smiled as if in sleep. The crimson roses we had sent in memory Page Eight of his love were bright and courageous, even as he had been. Jane stood with us, between Jim and me. She never cried, but stood in a stony silence. Then it was over and our commencement was next day. We had no plays, no dances. We merely went to chapel, and received our diplo- mas. Johnny ' s diploma was given to Jane. She always kept it. Helen Marianne Felker ' 31 History I have several quaint anecdotes of my ances- tors that I should know by heart. Whenever a visitor comes to our house, Grandmother un- limbers her heavy artillery and starts out. You know John ' s wife ' s cousin ' s boy? Well, he etc. Somehow, Old Granny never tells the stories my father used to, in fact still does, tell me. For instance, a recent one comes to my mind. Cousin Ned, who was a football star on a Chi- cago team a few years ago, was a substitute his first year in college. He played left end on the bench nearly the whole schedule, but in a post-season Christmas game, the coach sent him in for the last quarter. The score was very much in Chicago ' s favor, or I guess poor Ned would never have got in the game at all. At the signal from the coach, Ned dashed on- to the field and immediately began jabbering to his captain ; whereupon the referee penalized his team fifteen yards for not reporting to him. On the first play following Ned successfully clipped an opponent, and the eagle-eyed ref imposed another fifteen-yard penalty. The frantic Chicago captain punted far down the field ; down dashed Ned, who lovingly wrapped his arms around the opposing safety man as he was all ready to make the catch. The loss of forty-five yards in such a short time was too much for the coach ; Ned came out of that game in a hurry. Dad tells another on my great-grandmother. It seems that she lived in a house quite a dis- tance from the village. The only other house near by was that occupied by seven old maids, dubbed the House of Seven Gabblers . This was just hidden from view by the peak of an ad- joining hill. One summer Great Grandfather was delayed in getting his hay in from the distant field, and was forced to work late at night, leaving Great Grandmom in the house with only Mary Jane, the servant. As prowlers had been heard in the vicinity, Great Grandpop accordingly made ar- rangements whereby Jane was to ring an old cow bell if anything should go wrong. The clanging bell was supposed to bring Pop and his farmhands to the rescue. Two nights after these arrangements had been made, Mom chanced to look out of the window as she was preparing for bed. She must have exclaimed, Ye gods and little fishes! or whatever the slang term of the day was, for there, from over the hill, came a dull reddish glow. Could it be that the House of Seven Gabblers was burning up? Jane and Mom bent far out the window. Surely that was smoke they smelled. And wasn ' t that a crackling like burning wood? Jane leaned from the window, firmly grasping the bell, and wildly shook it with all her might. Meanwhile, the glow became brighter and brighter. Where was Great Grandpop? Jane ' s frantic alarm brought no response. The old maids would burn to death ! Suddenly Mom clutched Jane ' s arm. The bell ceased to ring. Together they stared sheep- ishly at the hill, as from the valley on the other side rose proudly a golden yellow crescent. Mom ' s fire was only the rising moon. When the moon comes over the mountain Let ' s not drag Kate Smith into this. For that matter, let ' s not get anybody else in. That ' s enough family history for one lesson. Some ancestors, eh? Russell Dexheimer ' 33 Order your next Reflector early. Many who wanted copies were disappointed last time. The Washington ' s Birthday number will be out on February 19. Page Nine A Day at Weymouth High This is the narrative of a bold young school- boy bearing the appellation of Hardluck Harry. Ding-a-ling! Harry now awakes, and as the offensive timepiece continues to pour forth its unwelcome and unmelodious sound, he deals it a blow which sends it crashing to the solid oaken floor. The sleepy boy now rolls over to his former position, only to be hauled out by his strong-armed maternal parent, who informs him in a shrill voice that he will be late upon ar- riving at his place of learning unless he rises with more acceleration. Her prophecy has evidently come true, since we see him journeying down the long trail of stairs to the office to obtain an admittance slip. His first period of work is Latin. We see him struggling to form the second person plural im- perfect passive subjunctive of the verb anima- doerto . His efforts do not seem pleasing to his teacher, for she tells him that his work is of the most inferior imaginable for a boy in high school. Finding that his articles of foot covering for wear in the gymnasium have sneaked away, Harry is ordered to take his exercises in his stocking feet. Upon stubbing his toe on a bleacher, he utters several terms, strongly pro- hibited in the vocabulary of any reputable eti- quette book. For arriving two minutes late in his French class, Harry is severely reprimanded; and while he is regarding with favor the advantages of running away from home and no longer being forced to attend this institution of tyrannical op- pression, his instructress informs him that she should like to see him at the close of school. He then transfers himself to the math room, is of the commendable grade of forty-two. As the bell rings, Harry moves with celerity sight. After a vain search on his part for the towards the cafeteria. Upon his arriving there, his lunch is immediately whisked away from where after taking a test, he is told his mark missing midday meal, some kind (?) friend pro- duces the article from under a table. The gong sounds just as Harry is half through munching, and he finds it necessary to deliver his undevoured article for mastication in a refuse receiver. Harry finds his next period to be English. He also finds that if a certain verse contains six feet and rhymes in a certain way, it bears the for- midable title of anapaestic hexameter. Science is the last period. Our worthy stu- dent is noisily acclaimed the most unlucky stu- dent in his class as he completely demolishes a perfectly good beaker in his effort to place it in a ring stand. He purposely forgets his engagement with his French teacher, who, catching him intent on at- tempting to leave the building undetected, re- minds him that he must remain a short time in her room. During this short detention period, which takes the good part of an hour, fate sees fit to pour a few drops upon the earth. Harry is released from captivity at the point when the rain descends the hardest, and too late recalls that his car ticket for use on such occasions is safely residing in another pair of trousers. His wrath is indescribable as we watch his dripping form recede damply in the distance. Eleanor McCarthy ' 33 The Desert of Maine On the state road between Freeport and Fal- mouth, Maine, one sees the queer-looking sign, The Desert of Maine, marking the only desert in the eastern United States. To the left of this sign, is a street, though almost a cart path, extending two miles into the woods. At the end of this road is a deserted farmhouse and barn. Approximately fifty years ago, this land was a thriving garden, but gradually crevices appeared in the soil and fine sand sifted through. The farmer planted birch trees to break up gusts of wind, but these did not help the land. Finally in despair, the farmer bought a flock of sheep, but their hoofs cut the ground and encouraged the sifting. Today, the desert covers about six acres. In the past three years it has grown seventy-five feet. Before the desert started, a well house was built where the sand now is, though today the builders are unable to locate it. In my opinion, it is a sight worth seeing, and I ' m sure I shall never forget it. Marshall Bearce ' 34 Page Ten Santa Claus ' s Letter My dear Children, Summer has gone, and soon, too, will the autumn leave you. But aren ' t you thinking of that somebody who comes around in the middle of winter with a noise and a stir and a Merry Christmas? Very soon I am coming to you, for the north wind has been whistling to me and Jack Frost has already pinched me and told me that you are waiting. Oh, I am so glad that you are! Santa Claus would rather have the children ' s love than any- thing else in the world. Now, just get your stockings ready, long stockings, socks, plain, striped, worn at the toes, anything, no matter what. But no fair to hang Dad ' s or Grandpa ' s; they are too hard to fill, and, remember, I haven ' t much time. And when your stockings are hung, go to bed and sleep. No need even to think of what you want most, for Santa knows even more than you. I shall come in the dead of night, with a crack of the whip and a jingling of bells. You will not hear me. But on Christmas morn, when you see the plump stockings, you ' ll know all about it, won ' t you? What a jolly time you ' ll have taking out the goodies and turning your stockings inside out to get what ' s in the toe. It makes my heart dance with joy, and the tears of joy overflow and run down my beard and there they hang in the icicles which I suppose you have seen in my pictures. I have tried to get for you the very nicest and prettiest things, and I hope, dear children, that you will both give and lend. For selfishness does grieve me so. One little girl, a dear child, took all her goodies last year, and sat awhile on her door- step, and to every poor child that came along, she gave a taste of something. It made me so happy to see her. For I am a friend of all children. Yes, I am thinking of you, you poor sorrowful ones. Lonely orphans, I ' m thinking of you. And weak little cripples, I am thinking of you. Ah, it is sad, it is pitiful. You have no home. Where you sleep, nobody knows. Old Santa Claus can ' t bring gifts to you, darlings, for you have no stockings to hang, and no chimney for him to creep down. But he mourns for you, and tears of sorrow mingle with tears of joy. No, Santa cannot bring you beautiful things, but he will whisper in the ears of the happy little children; Remember the sorrowful ones, who have no home, no friends, and not even a stocking to hang at Christmas Eve. Your loving friend, Santa Claus F. Smith ' 32 On Homework Homework is the bane of a student ' s exist- ence. Perhaps if the teachers understood what trouble and utter boredom it is to do it, they would be more considerate. They wonder why a student looks so blank at an apparently simple question when it is answered in plain print in the book. Perhaps the following will illuminate him on the subject. When the average student gets his books home, usually the smallest and least heavy are tossed into some far corner and forgotten. Please don ' t think it laziness. Indeed, no! It is just that he realizes that to do justice to his homework, his brain must be rested from the day ' s fatigue and his body refreshed by pure air. After supper, when he has been callously torn from the funnies or sporting page by an unfeeling mother, he turns resignedly to his books. After a disinterested search for them — mother finally finds them, much to his secret disgust — his pencil needs sharpening. When his pencil is almost whittled away, he sits down and wearily starts to study. Study did I say? Perhaps gaze at the book would describe the action more accurately. Suddenly the telephone rings. O blessed respite! Can he go riding? Yes, he has his homework almost done. And so, the books are again forgotten. Let us draw a curtain on the classes next day. R. Stoddard ' 32 The Englishman : That new frock you are wearing is certainly ripping, bah Jove! Girl: Gracious! Where? Page Eleven Advice to My Friend Bill Dear Bill, I sure did enjoy dinner with you the other evening. It was great to see you again after so many years. Yes, old man, we all have our difficulties. It is hard to make employees and the general pub- lic observe office rules. On finding that your troubles were about the same as mine, I copied the set of rules I have pasted outside of my of- fice. They have proved very effective. Here they are: 1. Upon entering this office, you are particu- larly requested not to use the door mat, as we wish to accumulate soil inside for a potato crop. 2. Please leave the door wide open, or should you forget yourself and shut it, slam it like thunder. 3. If the proprietor is engaged in conversa- tion and your turn is next, please lean your chair against the wall and whistle The Stein Song ; if you can ' t whistle, sing. 4. Never neglect an opportunity to improve your mind. If we are temporarily absent, sit on the desk and pick your teeth with the gold pen and read the letters on the desk. (There are more in the lefthand drawer.) 5. Smoking is particularly desirable. If you are out of poor cigars, we shall lend you a pipe. 6. If you see any spittoons, please expector- ate on the floor; the spittoons are only for or- nament. 7. Our office hours for listening to solicitors of church subscriptions are from 11 to 1 ; for book agents, 1 to 3; advertising men, all day. We attend to our own business at night. 8. We need about one million dollars more life insurance. If you are acquainted with the agent, please send him in; he hasn ' t been here since yesterday. 9. Don ' t hestitate to ask for a loan, the larger the better; but talk about something else for a half hour beforehand — time isn ' t worth a cent to us. 10. Persons having no special business with us will please call as often as their health will permit, or send a doctor ' s certificate in case of absence. 11. Persons leaving calendars will oblige us by placing them in the basket under the desk for the present or until we can get a room with commodious walls. 12. Bill collectors will place their statements on file and call on Saturday at 4 P.M. 13. This place of business closes at 3 P.M. on Saturdays. Well, what do you think of these, Bill ? I hope they will bring you as good results as they did me. Yours, Jim Marguerite Goodrich ' 32 A Demon In the day time he isn ' t so bad, but at night, or in the gray of the morning, just before sun- rise, he is insufferable. I wake up at night to see pale moonbeams gleaming with grotesque- ness on his yellow, leering face. He always wears that beastly, insolent grin. I detest that grin; I loathe it. If I had such a grin, I would never, never smile again in all my days. But on his smirking countenance, it seems to be fixed. There he is leering away at me, his slanting eyes narrowing to slits in his fat, pudgy eye sockets, and his thick black eyebrows arched knowingly. He is laughing at me in such a furious, exasperating manner that I could throttle him. The black, downward-twirling, thin mustache adds just an additional touch of triumphant exaltation. The moonlight gleams on his white teeth, and shows me, too, that he is still wearing a horrible black skull-cap over his straggly queue. By the gods, I will not stand that devilish, tantalizing smirk any longer! With an aveng- ing snarl, I leap out of bed. Grabbing him down from his hook, I dash my cardboard and black satin Chinese laundry bag on the floor, go back to bed, and hope to dream of something better than Chinatown and a Demon. Virginia Donley ' 34 Page Twelve Contrition One Christmas eve, in New York, a prisoner, Danny Ward, stood at the window of his cell, looking out across the river. The chaplain of the prison entered the cell. Dan turned his weary eyes toward him, and then turned them back again to the window. Father dishing (for that was the chaplain ' s name) came over and put his hand on Dan ' s shoulder. What ' s the matter, old fellow? he asked. Dan swallowed the rising lump in his throat and said. Father, do you see that house across the river, the third one on the left of the bridge? Well, that ' s my home. Father Cushing then understood the poor fel- low ' s emotions, for the house was brightly lighted, and he guessed that a family reunion must be taking place. Poor lad, he said, tell me the whole story and perhaps it will help you. Danny looked at him gratefully. It would help, he said. Tell it all, Danny, and think of me as one in the same position as yourself and not as your adviser. Well, my mother, dad, sisters, brothers and their children will all be at that house for Christ- mas. His voice broke but he went on. They have clean souls and can celebrate Christmas in the right way, but I am an outcast and have no right to even think of that first Christmas in the stable of Bethlehem. Don ' t be silly, said Father Cushing. What do you think Christ was born for? Wasn ' t it to save the souls of the sinners as well as the holy ones? I never really thought much about that, but I know no one would want a murderer to think of his birthday. If I were to escape to-night and go home, do you think I should be welcome? Not a bit of it. My mother would look at me in contempt. For two months ago didn ' t I break her heart and the heart of the mother whose son I killed? That was all. He could say no more ; he was crying pitifully. Father Cushing wiped the tears from his own eyes before he spoke. Then he said, Don ' t cry, Danny. That won ' t do any good. The deed is done, and that is all there is to it. You are sorry. That ' s all that is neces- sary now. To-night you are to die, but, re- member this, my lad, although you don ' t think so now, you never had a happier minute in your life than when you got that burden off your chest. All was still in the prison, when clang, a bell rang. The scuffle of feet was heard in the cor- ridors, and an angry cry of the guard broke the tense stillness. The prisoners Hied downstairs to eat. One place was empty. It was Danny ' s. The prisoners nudged one another as they point- ed to the empty chair. Each man, hard-hearted as he might seem, had a feeling of sorrow for the one departed. I doubt, however, if they really needed to feel sorry for Danny, because he was perhaps much happier than some of the richest men in the city. Loretto M. Buchan ' 32 A Wild Flower ' s Christmas Party Black-eyed Susan started in all the Morn- ing-glory to take Butter and Eggs to Daisy ' s house for a party. She was dressed in a Sea-pink dress trimmed with Queen Anne ' s Lace, her new Lady ' s slippers and Fox gloves . On the way she met Jack-in- the-pulpit who went along with her. He had a Skull-cap on to protect his head from the rays of the Sunflower. Daisy welcomed them, and. after all the guests had arrived, served Oswego tea in Painted cups , and American cranberry tarts . While the men smoked Indian tobacco in In- dian pipes , the ladies nibbled Peppermints , Indian figs and Hog pea-nuts . The house was decorated very prettily with Holly , Mistletoe , Princess pine and Evergreen . As the Nightshades began to fall, and the Blazing stars to shine, Black-eyed Susan and Jack-in-the-pulpit got in the Rattlebox behind Wild Ginger , which is a Traveler ' s Joy , and galloped home. W. Tompkins, P. G. Page Thirteen Exchanges AS WE SEE OTHERS The Spice Box — Avon You have a commendable paper magazine. Why not save yourselves a great deal of work by soliciting enough ads to enable you to have your paper printed? We wish you success with your year book. Keep up the high standard. The Semaphore — Stoughton Congratulations on the originality of your exchange department. Your cuts are also worthy of praise. The Partridge — Duxbury A compact little paper. How about a jokes department? The Blue Owl — Attleboro Yours is an excellent paper — one which you can well be proud of. Your magazine is both complete and well organized. Apparently your school is an active one, with many interesting clubs. Litchfield H. S. Minn. The Reflector welcomes a newsy paper. Come again! The Arguenot — Norwood A clever title to begin with ! You have a well - balanced magazine. Your essays and editorials are certainly a credit to your school. The Lion — Burdett College An interesting and complete magazine. Liked your cuts and What They Think department. A table of contents would aid the reader. The Parrot — Rockland We realize that quality is better than quan- tity. But quality plus quantity makes a better paper. Do try, staff of the Parrot, to enlarge your next issue. The English High Record — Boston Congratulations, Staf f of the Record! You are indeed fortunate to have an editor with such high ideals as Charles Machin has ex- pressed in his welcome to the new pupils of the English High School. The originality and fit- ness of your cover deserves special comment. Dickinson High Chronicle — North Dakota A good paper! Keep up the good work, and try to enlarge each issue. A Plea Oh, what ' s the use? I exclaimed, suddenly, flinging my books to the far corners of the room. I never in my life heard of such a crazy idea as writing for the Reflector. My head ' s whirling around now, and I can ' t concentrate to save my life. I wish I could go away some- where — anywhere — for a month. I ' d even be happy in Timbuctoo or Kalamazoo or the dark- est regions of nowhere. Thus raging around the room like a caged lion, wanting to go somewhere and knowing I couldn ' t go anywhere until I had written this blank article for the Reflector, I suddenly fell exhausted into a chair, and contented myself with frowning on everyone and everything in general and muttering terrible imprecations at the Reflector: Finally, as there was nothing more I could do that night, I went mournfully to bed, spending a half hour, after tumbling into bed, in trying to think of something to write about. Suddenly I sat up in my bed — an idea! Oh, thank heaven! What merciful fairy godmother had come to my aid? Jumping out of bed, I rushed over to my desk, rummaged through it until I had discovered pencil and paper, and then hurriedly jotted down my ideas. Never mind the order as long as you don ' t forget anything, was what ran through my head. Having finished, I went back to bed to sleep peacefully until the morning. In school the next morning, I hurriedly wrote the composition in the short fifteen minutes which I had before school began, and the article was done. And this, my children, is what nearly every budding young author goes through in trying to write something for the Reflector. O ye editors, have pity on us. A Junior ' 33 Page Fourteen Answer to A Plea Dear A Junior ; This is an attempt by the Editor to tell you and others who share your ideas about writing for the Reflector why the editors can ' t have mercy on you. First, you must remember that we are editors, not authors. Our part in producing the pub- lication that you read is confined to selecting and preparing material from that which you and other readers have written. Of course, the school expects the editors to make substantial contributions in the way of material, and we generally more than fulfill those expectations. But it isn ' t fair to you or to the school to let the publishing of the Reflector turn into a game in which only a few selected ones can take part. Suppose you imagine the Reflector as some sort of dwelling — the size and style to be deter- mined by the size of each issue, since each page is to represent a room in the building. (We hope it will always be a mansion, never a shanty.) Your literary endeavors will constitute the bricks, shingles , and lumber necessary for the construc- tion of this building, and we of the staff will be the carpenters and bricklayers who will put to- gether this material to form your house, at the low cost of an amount somewhere between fif- teen and twenty cents. Now if you give the builders plenty of good lumber, they will be able to construct a 32 or 36- room mansion — they might even stretch it to a 40-room one. But, on the other hand, if you hold back your builders by allowing them only a small amount of material which is of a poor grade, you will be indeed fortunate if you get a 16-room house and don ' t forget that this house will also cost you $15. You must bear in mind that these builders had to work harder in building a 16- room house when they had a limited supply of poor materials than in building a 32-room one from a good supply of fine material. This is up to you, you know, whether you prefer a mansion to a lean-to when you can get both for the same price. If you choose the man- sion don ' t forget that your builders need good material and lots of it. So get to work and write something for the next issue — poems, jokes, stories, editorials or articles on school-news — anything as long as you builders will be able to make use of it. Don ' t forget the Reflector is written, edited, printed, and read by the students of Weymouth High School. The Editor Christmas Shopping With a mighty sigh, partly of relief at getting out of the crowded subway, partly of apprehen- sion at the thought of the job ahead of me, I straightened my hat and coat, and set forth with high hopes to do my Christmas shopping. Oh, the joy of it ! Let me see. I need something for Aunt Min. Probably a silk handkerchief would do, and there is a sale on them. I find, to my dismay, that about a thousand other women have heard about the sale, too. However, with a deep breath I plunge in. After a mighty struggle, I find myself next to the counter, out of breath, minus a button on mv get, —and a glove, and my foot crushed, only to discover there isn ' t anything there I care to buy. The morning is spent in this thoroughly enjoy- able way. For lunch, I have a milk shake, which I drink with a huge woman on my left jostling my elbow and a small woman on my right who in- sists on banging her foot against my ankle. In the afternoon, with Uncle Joe ' s gifts still to get, — I have no idea what he wants, — I find hordes more of women have joined the ranks. After wandering futilely here and there, I see just the bill-fold I want, but a fellow shopper (very obviously a Mrs. Finklestein) sees it, too. There ensues a mad scramble, in which I come out the victor. With a baleful glare she gives up the contest. At last, crawling wearily home on feet that throb, carrying in arms that ache furiously, what seems like millions of huge bundles, I swear solemnly that next year I will do my Christmas shopping early. Ruth Stoddard ' 32 Page Fifteen A Pleasant Dream Here I am a teacher in the Weymouth High School. It has always been my ambition to teach, but not under such circumstances. See who my pupils are. Just look! They are all the Weymouth High School teachers. Well, here ' s where I have a great time making their lives miserable in the same way as they have often made mine. Mrs. White, I find, in looking over my record book, that you haven ' t handed in your theme on ' The Lost Leader ' . Why, I passed that in last Monday. Maybe it is here with these history papers. Yes, here it is. It must be checked right this minute before I forget. Mrs. Barnard, who was Ilioneus? What, you can ' t remember? Perhaps you can tell me where Sicily is. No? Don ' t you know you are responsible for every single reference? Miss Berry, how do you pronounce gagne? I ' d be so happy if you ' d only remember that gn is like ny as in canyon. Miss Humphrey, zu welcher Klasse gehort Neffe? Now don ' t all answer at once. Give Miss Humphrey a chance to earn her own mark. Yes, weak is correct. Mr. O ' Donnell, what does intra mean? Without. Yes, within is correct. Why some people take four years of Latin is more than I can see. But here, what is the term of a United States senator? Two years? That ' s the dear boy. Miss Thompson, will you please be quiet? Unless the noise in this rooms stops, we ' ll all stay one hour after school. Miss Thompson, don ' t you think I mean what I say? Now, class, we ' ll have a short test on the last three French lessons. O Miss Canning, don ' t frown like that. You know a quiz is a good thing once in a while. It is a real test of one ' s knowledge. You know it ' s no pleasure for me to correct a hundred or more papers. Brrrr — Brrrr. There ' s the period be—. Sister, whatever is the matter with you? You ' ve been talking in your sleep for the last half hour. Now didn ' t you know something like this would happen? Just as I was having a fine time with those pupils of mine, I had to wake up and find it all a dream. Oh, well I don ' t think I ' d really like it anyway. After all, it ' s all in a day ' s work with them, and I ' d do the same thing if I were teaching. Loretto M. Buchan ' 32 A Bluejacket ' s Christmas It was December twenty-fifth, and the sun rose hot and red. A thundering roar followed by a resounding splash broke the monotony of the tropical, tomblike silence. The Battle Cruiser Chicago had just fired a broadside charge as she came in range of the first line of targets. After her came many more large, grey, sinister-looking ships, like grey ghosts, gliding through the fog. The Atlantic Fleet had finally reached their winter quarters for battle prac- tice, the rough, choppy seas of Quatanama Bay, Cuba. It was Christmas Day, yes. But it was a hard working day for Uncle Sam ' s Sea Fighters. The U. S. S. Chicago ' s decks swarmed with men ; working, sweating, swearing, men. Men who were signaling, opening breeches, painting guns, and lifting high explosive shells ; men who would have given their right arms to be home once more with their own folks to celebrate the holi- days. They, too, wished to see the good old United States once more, all decked out in its Christmas attire, with department store Santa Clauses, Christmas trees, red and green lights, people buying presents with the old true Ameri- can Christmas spirit. But these men had work to do; they defended the nation. They couldn ' t use their time decorating Christmas trees. After battle manoeuvres, there were still more tasks to do. There was paint to be scraped, paint to be put on, and brass work and decks to be polished for the government. All the happy-go-lucky sailors and officers had the same haunting longing, to be home once more, with their ow n God-given people, but the only con- solation they could get from each other was: You should have thought of that before you joined the Navy. R. Tenny ' 35 Page Sixteen A New Master Lan Toy was very happy as he poled his boat through the shallows of the Yantze River to- ward home. Lan was happy for two reasons. First because he had had a very favorable day of trading in the village, and secondly because he had been baptised by a missionary. The missionary had labored long and hard, and had been successful in converting Lan to the Christian faith. Suddenly Lan ' s smile faded. He must tell his father, who was a strange believer in Buddhism. His father would be terribly displeased and violently angry. A shiver of apprehension swept over the boy, for just around the bend of the river was Lan ' s home on the bank of the river. Slowly Lan poled to the shore, tied his boat, and with leaden feet he slowly entered his family ' s abode. Lan, my son, why do you look so troubled? Nothing, my honored father, nothing. Son, his father ' s voice was sharper now, do not deceive me. Lan felt his hands grow cold and clammy. He felt an icy hand grip his heart. When he spoke, his voice sounded hoarse, and broken words fell from his lips in a jumble. Most honorable father, I have become — Christian a missionary 1 What roared his father, my son an unholy infidel, a disgrace to his familv and Buddha! Get out. Never come back. You ' re no son of mine — to think that I should live to see this! So Lan, with a broken heart, set out on his own. Fate, however, played its hand that night, for a terrible storm arose, the river overflowed, its banks crumbled and were washed away in the swift current. The people living along the river bank fled with the few belongings that they, in their terror-stricken haste, could gather. All went to the great meeting house. Lan, who was leaving town at this time, also turned his steps toward the meeting house. There he saw people, praying in vain to the great Buddha. Lan ' s father did not seem to notice his son, though, really he was watching every movement of the boy. A shadow of doubt flickered in his mind as to whether he had been right in sending his only son away. Perhaps I was too hasty, he half murmured to himself. Meanwhile to Lan, sitting by himself in a corner of the meeting house, a voice (the mis- sionary ' s), seemed to be saying, Whenever you ' re in trouble, pray to God. Lan arose from his squatting position , and made his way to the center of the room. He climbed upon a bench, and scarcely knowing what he was doing, spoke to the people in a quiet, but commanding, voice. He told them how foolish they were. He told them about God. Some believed ; most of them didn ' t. Lan fell to his knees and raised his voice in prayer to the One whom he knew to be Master. He prayed to have the storm cease, to have the waters recede, and to have the people for- given for their sins. An hour later the storm abated and the river went down. The people, greatly awed, wanted to hear more about God. Lan ' s father came to him and said, Son, I have been a fool. I have believed in an idol. I sent you, my only son, away. But now it is different. I have found a new master — God . W . Clement Query ' 34 Edith May Chapman She was extremely beautiful. Her auburn hair outshone the sun in all its splendor. Hers was a shapely figure, with its well rounded limbs and body. She had an attractive as well as an intelligent- looking head, from which her bright brown eyes looked lovingly out upon mankind. Her well-shaped ears and forehead gave further indication that she was sprung from distinguished stock. She was not too fast, but she could, and usually did, go at a pace fast enough to satisfy even the most exacting. Her name was Edith May Chapman. All in all, I think that she is the most beautiful, intelligent, and thoroughly satisfying piece of horseflesh that I have ever been privileged to look upon. G. Munroe ' 32 Page Seventeen Sea Dreams Julie Buckston was different from other girls. Her two chief ambitions were to live absolutely alone in a small shack by the sea and to own an outfit of thoroughbred horses. As it was, she lived with her father, mother, and three sisters in a stately Georgian mansion covering approxi- mately four hundred acres. They took it for granted it was that large, though it had never been accurately measured. The Buckston family was noted for its lack of preciseness. Julie was nineteen, athletic, dark, and had striking features. Her two best friends were her horse, Bumps, and the strange man who frequently inhabited a secluded rock crevice at the farthest end of a beach belonging to the Buckston family. The first day she had met him had been rainy. Tired of the course of affairs at home, she had gone straight to her place of refuge. As she was gaining a position on one of the high- est rocks, she noticed the figure of a man ap- proaching from the distance. He climbed to the place where she was, and sat by her for a few moments before he uttered a word. Then, in blunt words, he asked her if she enjoyed the shore and ocean on a stormy day. This gave Julie a chance to talk. She seemed incredibly drawn to this elderly man, even though she had seen him but for a few seconds. He listened attentively while she told of herself, of her horse. Bumps, her ambitions and, last of all, about her family and of her unhappiness living in their formal manner. It was arranged in their first talk together that they would meet at the same place, high on the rocks, every stormy day. The man told her no more about himself than was possible. All Julie learned through their first encounter was that his name was Mr. Barnsby. He and his wife loved the sea, and for some inexplicable reason they both knew Julie ' s full name and those of her parents. By common consent, both Julie and Mr. Barnsby promised to keep their meetings a secret. One stormy day after she had known him for almost six months, Mr. Barnsby asked her if she wished to accompany him and Mrs. Barnsby on a long voyage to many parts of the world. Much to her joy, when later she confided her invitation and wishes to her father, he offered to help her make preparations for the trip. Mr. Buckston gave his daughter everything she could possibly need, but, although he aided her in these many ways, he exacted a promise from her which forbade her to mention to her mother anything concerning the trip or his gifts. Julie ' s mother and sisters wefe to know nothing of her de- parture till she was well on her way. Mr. Barnsby, his wife, and Julie sailed on the first lap of their journey in early June. One day, while talking together on the quarter-deck of the large ship, Mr. Barnsby explained his mission and purpose to Julie. He was a dear friend of Julie ' s father. Mr. Buckston was interested in his girl, but could not easily show his interest because of his wife, who disregarded Julie entirely, spending all of her time, money, and attention with her other three daughters. Mr. Buckston realized Julie ' s discontent and tried to do what he could to make her happy by asking Mr. Barnsby to make her acquaintance. In this way, he was able to send her on the voyage with his friends, Mr. and Mrs. Barnsby, as her companions. When she returned home, Julie was to have her wishes granted . Mr. Barnsby, who, during his first talk with Julie had discovered her desire for a cabin by the sea and an outfit of thoroughbred horses, had reported these things to Mr. Buck- ston, who was making preparations for their readiness when she returned. After Mr. Barnsby had finished his explana- tion, Julie decided that maybe her family was not as disagreeable as she had imagined. Fathers and daughters usually turn out to be staunch friends. Julie determined then and there to learn to know and understand her father, no matter what difficulties stood in the way. Hadn ' t her father done the same thing for her ? Virginia Donle ' 34 Stage-hand : You received a tremendous ovation. They ' re still clapping. What did you say r Actor: I told them I would not go on with mv act until they quieted down. Page Eighteen Have You Noticed That Mr. O ' Donnell can ' t tolerate absence? That the football captain and a certain senior evidently know each other ' s program pretty well ? How well certain students know the way to Quincy and Boston during school days? That Margaret Kelly likes college vacations? Henry Hoffman ' s Spanish tile pants? That Stewart Loud needs a violin to go with his coiffure? That two girls in IV A 2 like Mr. Whittle ' s ties? Gard ner Jones ' green beret ? That some of the freshmen like to dictate to the seniors in the lunch room. The hair of certain students in 301 changing color ? That assemblies are few and far between ? An Observer ' 32 Miracles It would be a miracle if: Miss Baker let a boy go out of 210 during the noon recess ; Wayne Cooper learned accounting before next year ; Charlie Hunt knew any law definitions ; Phil Wolfe stopped to think about anything; Wally Whittle let us smoke at noontimes; Miss Williams ever let us move our feet in a study period ; Miss Baker washed the blackboard herself; The juniors didn ' t talk during their music period ; Madeline Connell stopped carrying home books for the sake of appearance; George Connolly stopped using peroxide for his hair ; Georgia Alden were a sober girl ; Gladys Corey knew anything about minding her own business ; We didn ' t know the meaning of the words afternoon session. Frank Ginsberg ' s Ford didn ' t rattle ; Mr. Brown forgot how to say 10 nights ; Miss Vining smiled; Bill Haggerty forgot his derby ; Francis Ralph wore rubber heels ; Bud Alger stopped teasing the girls ; Jim Smith ' s hens laid turkey ' s eggs; Steve Pratt wore long pants ; Santa Claus came down the High School chimnev. Art Christie ' 33 Flivver Dust On a dark and Willys-Knight, the Pathfinder set out to find the La Salle. On his search, he had to cross the Hudson and the Pontiac on the Stanley Steamer and Dodge the Oakland. Run- ning like a Whippet, and in his great effort to make a Paige in history, he was hit by a Pierce Arrow, driven by a Marmon, and was knocked with the swiftness of Floating Power. Right then and there, he saw a Moon and seven Stars, Free Wheeling from behind a Flying Cloud. William Donovan ' 34 Christmas Christmas, which is celebrated on the twenty- fifth of December, is marked by special religious services in various churches, by charitable deeds, by the exchange of gifts, and by merry-making and rejoicing. The giving of presents, the use of holly, m istletoe, Yule logs, the wassail bowl, have all descended from the days of paganism, but they are things which set the day distinctly apart from all other holidays. Without the Christ- mas tree and Santa Claus for the little folks, the day would be incomplete and lose much of its deeper meaning to families. The custom of sending greetings on Christmas cards started about fifty years ago. Great Christmas trees, glowing with innumer- able lights, are set up in a central location, and the people gather about the trees and sing the familiar hymns and carols that are associated with the birth of Christ. The community Christmas tree is symbolic of that spirit of kindliness which moves people everywhere to help their less fortunate brothers and sisters. Emilie Vanasse ' 33 Ma: Why aren ' t you going to the prom? Senior : There are two things which will prevent me from dancing. Ma: What are they? Senior: Mv feet. Page Nineteen Christmas Experience It was Christmas. The snow was softly fall- ing and enclosing Mother Earth in a blanket of glory. The city folks had opened their country homes to enjoy what is popularly known as an old-fashioned Christmas , away from the troubles and disturbances of life, amidst the quietness and solitude of contentment. Holly wreaths decorated the doors and windows ; Christmas tree lights blinked merrily out into the night. The world seemed peaceful to all. Among the exclusive people of the city who had decided to spend the holiday in the country were Mr. and Mrs. Arnold L. Wallace and their two children. Day, a beautiful debutante with soft olive skin, dark, wavy hair and large brown eyes, was one of those few girls who com- ply with the requirements of an artist. The long lashes, pearly teeth, aristocratic nose, and per- fect chin made her distinctive among the girls of her set. Curtis, one of the outstanding play- ers of the Harvard football team, was a decided contrast to Day. His skin was tanned, but his hair was blonde and curly. Instead of dark eyes, laughing blue ones displayed themselves. He was six feet tall, with broad shoulders. He and Day had been pals from the cradle, and Curt, as Day called him, would rather see and keep Day the baby of the past, although he thought her sophistication attractive. Just now they were whizzing along the Cape road towards Bourne in the newly acquired Packard roadster. Day was snuggled up close to Curt in an attractive raccoon. Her hat barely showed, then suddenly she jumped and cried, Curt! Look! A pair of blue eyes met a pair of worried brown ones, and in the distance a towering phantom of unimaginable horror was slowly ap- proaching the car, which was now parked in the midst of a wood. Ah-ha-ha-ha ! This is good, splendid, said the tramp insolently. Two beautiful Christ- mas presents — a beautiful young girl and a lovely, new car. Then the man added in a rougher tone, Get out of that car, voung fel- 1n ow. When Day had had a chance to look at the man more closely, she saw that was an evil- looking tramp, with about two weeks ' growth of beard on his face. He had bushy black eyebrows which almost hid the small snapping eyes beneath them. He was dressed in an old gray suit covered with stains and wrinkled and torn, and he wore a battered gray hat. As the tramp ordered Curt out of the car with a leer- ing laugh, Day shuddered and drew her coat closer. After a short struggle in which the hardened old tramp was victor, he bound both Curtis ' s hands and feet. Then throwing him to the side of the road, he stuffed filthy rags into his mouth. Next, he ordered Day to drive the car, and he himself would direct her. They followed a winding road, which was little more than a cow path, until they began to ascend a steep hill. When they had reached a small clearing in the midst of which lay a rough- ly put together shack, Day ' s companion told her to stop. The tramp walked over to the door of the hut, which was hanging by one hinge, and motioned her to enter. Stepping out of the car, she made her way to him and went in the door. Day found herself in a room containing noth- ing but a bed, chair, table, and a small stove. The table was bare. The room had only one win- dow, which was too high for Day to reach even the sill. There was a dilapidated fireplace in one corner from which several bricks were miss- ing. Day remembered that she had seen a small chimney on the roof of the hut. The tramp followed her in and said, You had better not shout for help, because no one will hear you so far from the road. He then left her alone and going out, locked the door behind him. After he had gone Day reflected upon the truth of his words. Despairingly, she realized that there was no way out except — her eyes wandered to the fireplace. It was covered with soot, and there was probably glass and other things strewn about. It was her only hope. She resolved to try to get out by way of the chimney. There was no time to lose. Hur- riedly, Day walked over to the opening and looked up, scanning the sides for a possible means of ascending. She could see the sky above and the tops of the trees. She would have to leave Page Twenty her coat behind, unless — quickly she looked around for some rope. There was none to be seen. Walking over to the table, she jerked open the drawer. In it she found not the rope which she had hoped for, but a long strip of cloth, one end of which she tied to her coat and the other around her waist. Next, she hur- ried over to the fireplace and stepped inside. Then, starting upward, she put her foot on first one jutting ledge, then another. When she was almost at the top, she slipped and would have fallen but for a piece of rock which her foot fell upon. Onward she climbed, the coat bumping against the walls behind her. At last, she reached the top; then, after taking one long breath of fresh air, she scrambled out on the roof. Jumping to the ground, the plucky girl ran to the car, and, after slipping on her coat, started the engine. Her fingers trembled in her excitement. She then began her winding way down hill. A figure was approaching. Her heart thumped wildly. She thought that it was the tramp. Upon coming closer, she recognized her brother Curt, bedraggled and dirty. Curt, she cried, and stopped the car. Curt ran to meet her. Day, are you all right? You ' re not hurt? he asked anxiously. No, but you — what happened? Let ' s go be- fore that terrible man comes back, she went on. You can tell me when we ' re in the car. As they raced along, Curt related to her how he had seen the tramp go past the spot where he lay bound and gagged, and how he had struggled to free himself. After awhile his bonds had slipped, and he was free. This will surely be a happy Christmas, said Day when they were once more homeward bound. Elizabeth A. Donovan ' 34 A little boy was balancing himself on his head when an old lady who knew_him came by. Aren ' t you too young to do that, my lad? You are only six, she said. It ' s all right, missis, replied the boy, with- out losing his balance. I ' m nine when I ' m upside down. A Practical Joke Of course, it was the night before Christmas, and everybody had the air of mystery and ex- pectancy. It was a habit in Grandma Slavie ' s house to be very secretive about what was to happen on Christmas Day, especially about the dinner. There were also many customs that were carried out on the night before. One of these was that everyone had to hang up one of his stockings in front of the large brick fire place in the parlor. There was much grumbling over this, all com- ing from the older member of the family (nine- teen years old) calling it all a lot of hooey , but that smiling gray-haired old lady usually got her way about things, especially around Christ- mas. Fred, nineteen years old, decided that nine- teen years of one thing was quite enough, and he would stop it to- night and teach them a lesson. He tried to get his sisters to join him in the conspiracy, but was not successful. However, he carried on his plans. They must have no- ticed how enthusiastically he hung up his stock- ing that night (one of his best, too), and he wanted everyone in the house to do the same; so that when Santa Claus saw all the new stock- ings, he would put better presents in them. They all agreed, and it really was nice to see all the new stockings hanging in a row over the fire place. That night about two a. m., Fred slipped down the stairs while all in the house slept, gathered the stockings up in a bundle, and quick- ly went down the cellar stairs to the furnace. Although Fred credited himself with having the brains of the family, there were some other brainy ones also, because at 1 :45 a. m., fifteen minutes before Fred, Catherine, Fred ' s fourteen year old sister, had also slipped down the stairs, gathered the row of stockings, and in their place hung a row of Fred ' s. Was Fred surprised the next morning when he couldn ' t find any of his new socks, only old ones that had holes in them, and later found out that he had gathered and burnt all his own, and never noticed it because he was so excited? M. Monahan ' 33 Page Twenty-one POETRY A Bear of a Story One day I went a-shooting With nothing but a rope. Now don ' t you start a-hooting. You ' ll believe this I hope. I came upon a bear. A great big fellow was he, But I decided then and there He was no match for me. So I grabbed my trusty sling-shot, And hit him in the eye. Can you imagine? — guess what — If he didn ' t sit down and cry. I knew that he was badly hurt; So I put him in a sack, And lugged him down to old Doc Wirt To have his eye put back. The Doc, he was a good old nurse, He did the job in time. It really couldn ' t have been much worse; But the bear thought it was fine. I finally let him go home As thankful as could be, While I sat down to write this poem, Knowing you won ' t believe me. T. Garvey ' 31 A Suggestion Suppose we think a little about number one; Suppose we all help someone else to have fun ; Suppose we ne ' er speak of the faults of a friend ; Suppose we are ready our own to amend ; Suppose we laugh with, and not at, other folk; And never hurt anyone just for the joke; Suppose we hide trouble, and show onlv ch er ; ' Tis likely we ' ll have quite a Happy New Year. Edith Ferris ' 33 Snowing Slowly down from low-hung clouds Flutter the flakes of snow, Over the country and over the town, Swept by the winds that blow. Down, down, till the frozen earth Glitters in dazzling white, Till curves and wreaths and fleecy plumes, Are hung from every height. Down they come in feathery whirl, Like sprites in an airy chase, Till every tiny separate flake Has found its resting place. Barbara Lockhart ' 32 An Autumn Day ' Twas a cool, breezy morn in the fall, Just after the leaves had turned, And the woods so inviting were calling In voices ne ' er to be spurned. They called when the sun came up. And woke the woodland throng; Till we, unresisting, had followed The trail of the woodthrush ' s song. Soon, a basket was swinging on my arm, And a blanket flung on my back. My sister was dragging behind her Our old, worn nutting sack. So, happy we were as we wandered about And picked up each nut that we found ; And the trees, which were swaying above, Shaded the moss-covered ground. And under their boughs we went walking, Under them we sat to eat. And under them we played till darkness Came creeping under our feet. So , gathering nut sack, basket, and blanket, Our faces toward home we turned ; And the woods so inviting stopped calling In voices ne ' er to be spurned. Avis Walker ' 34 Page Twenty-two Writing for the Reflector I ' ve sat here for an hour, Trying my best to think, My pen is right beneath my hand Before me is the ink. My thoughts have all departed ; My mind is a perfect blank. Each thought is as hard to get started As a flivver without a crank. I was never cut out for a writer. I see that plainly to-night, But write I must for our paper. So here it is, Mrs. White! Nellie Beaton ' 32 Sea Dreams Again ' tis fall, And from the sea I hear a call ; ' Tis like a plea. The wind doth roar O ' er white-capped bay ; The sea gulls soar Through skies of grey. I sit and dream Of far-off lands And seas that gleam On sun-kissed sands. C. Evans ' 32 ??? I ' m just a goofy guy, Trying hard to write verse; But, no matter how I try, I just get worse and worse. I try to write of night And of people, good and bad, Yet, every time I go to write, It seems I can ' t, by gad. I like to write about the sea, The waves, the shore, and sky, But, doggone it, words fail me, No matter how I try. I ' m just a crazy bum I know I must seem dumb; But that ' s just what I shall always be, Me and my darned poetry. T. Garvey ' 31 Examination Days Examination days are here; The bus lacks fun, the school lacks cheer. With moody face and listless hands, The freshman studies of far-off lands. The sophs, with puckered brows, do wrench Themselves to learn from books of French. The junior boys we never see; They ' re busy learning chemistry. Again the seniors ' haughty pride Has rolled anew from off their hide. Why come these days of dread so drear? Why, don ' t you know? Exam week ' s here. Jane Tirrell ' 34 Christmas Christmas comes only once a year, Bringing to all tidings of cheer. So we should make this wondrous day A day in memory of the past, Which will not die — but live and last. Vera Cleaves Winter Song Rosy cheeks, Stamping feet, North wind howling shrilly; Snow and sleet Can ' t be beat. My, but it is chilly! Jolly times, Happy times, Now we ' re all together; Winter cheer Is welcome here. We don ' t mind the weather. Emma De Pari ' 32 Page Twenty-three Page Tioenty-four Weymouth High School, East Weymouth, Mass. December 23, 1931 Dear Sue: Peanut tells me someone has got to keep you posted on the events that take place between each Reflector issue. Since she is suffering from writer ' s cramp and brain fever contracted from the work she put into her last letter to you, 1 will carry on. The juniors held a class meeting in 114 and elected the following officers: President, Paul Foskett; 1st. Vice-President, John Bentley; 2nd. Vice President, Francis Ralph. The meeting was adjourned till a future date for the election of Secretary and Treasurer. Mr. Hilton called all the students to the hall to enlist aid in selling tickets for a dance to be given at Morey Pearl ' s Tent and a midnight show at the Weymouth Theatre for the benefit of the unemployed. Mr. Hilton also took this time to show us the awards the Aggie boys had earned in Amherst. Wednesday morning the Thanksgiving Proclamation was read in the home rooms. The third period we had a fire drill; then assembled in the space in front of the school for a pep meeting. We practised the cheers for the. game to be played next day. Feeling in- vigorated after our lung exercise, we returned to our classes for a half hour of hard studying. At the close of the fourth period, we received ou r first Reflector issue. We were dismissed Wednesday noon, not to return until Monday. Thanksgiving morning I went up to Legion Field to the Hingham game. It was great. Weymouth played a wonderful game, but Hing- ham ' s strong defence kept them from making any score, though they threatened Hingham ' s goal line several times. Neptune played a wonderful passing game. Weymouth outplayed Hingham, and it was a shame they had to lose. Handrahan, Hingham ' s big boy, was out of the game when Eldridge tackled a Hingham man. Handrahan, thinking he was too rough, lost his head, and pitched into Eldridge. I thought there was going to be some real excitement, but the Weymouth police stepped in and put a stop to what promised to be a good rough and tumble. On December second two delegates were ap- pointed from each home room to meet in 304 Thursday the third lunch period, and, under the guidance of Mr. Whittle, made plans to in- sure better conduct in the lunch room. On December third classes were suspended the first two periods while the Chadwick Clinic gave the pupils who had their parents ' permis- sion the Tuberculin Test. The seniors gave the freshmen a party on December fourth in the boys ' gym. This proved to be a huge success. The party started with an entertainment, followed by games and refresh- ments, after which we danced to the music of the Elmwood Entertainers. With the ever-present exams over, and the results, which I shall not receive until I get back from Christmas vacation, hanging like the sword of Damacles over my head, I will forget my troubles long enough to wish you a Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year. Love, Carrie Mae Carrie Mae Whitcomb ' 32 Page Twenty-five Junior Class Meetings The first meeting of the class of 1933 was called on November 12, 1931 in the Hall. It was called to order at 2:25 P.M. by Mr. Brown, who gave us a few fundamentals of parliamen- tary law. Then the nominating committee was chosen. It consisted of four students from each junior home room. Francis Ralph was elected temporary chairman to preside at the next meet- ing. The nominating committee was instructed to speak to the students of their various home rooms in order to obtain their opinions of suit- able candidates for the various positions. Then they were to meet and draw up their nomina- tions. With this, the meeting was adjourned. The second meeting was called on November 19, 1931. The meeting was called to order at 2:31 by Francis Ralph. Mr. Hilton then ad- dressed us, asking us to vote for persons who were capable of fulfilling the duties of the vari- ous offices. A vote was then taken for presi- dent, and Paul Foskett was elected bv a vote of 120 to 10. Foskett then took the floor and called for a vote for the vice-presidents. The first vote did not come out a majority; so a vote was taken on the two highest. The three names offered by the nominating committee were John Bentley, Francis Ralph and Dick Mathewson. On the first vote Bentley received 62, Ralph 37. and Mathewson 29. On the second vote Bentley was elected First Vice-President by 87 votes and Ralph, Second Vice-President by 57 votes. President Foskett then called for a vote for Secretary. Those nominated were Georgia Alden, Dot Hopkins, Adelaide Duncan, and Marjorie McAleer. The first of these received 39, the second 37, the third 10, the fourth 34. As this did not come out a majority, and as time was slipping by, it was proposed to adjourn and to reserve this matter until the next meeting. Alan Braynt ' 33 Senior-Freshman Party At 2:15 on December 14, there was a mad dash to the boys ' gym. The freshmen tumbled over each other to ob- tain ring side seats for the entertainment. Of course the seniors made a more dramatic Page Twenty-six entry and allowed the freshies to occupy the bleachers. Mr. Hilton introduced Henry Anderson, the Senior Class president, who welcomed the freshmen. A program followed : Piano Solo John Malnuti Song Stewart Loud Dance Maude Hunt Reading Lillian Winkfield Violin Solo Bernard Ruscetta Dance Elizabeth Tirrell Song Franklin Burrell The Nit-Wits . Gardner Jones and Wesley Holbrook Miss Hoag took charge of games. First there was a game of general handshaking in which we met even the members of our own divisions. The seniors procured most of the prizes from the covetous freshmen. Our vice-president was ap- peased with a rattle. 301 and 201 then struggled to whistle, after guzzling dry crackers, but, for the most part, succeeded only in showering forth dry cracker crumbs. The freshmen boys were the most successful this time. As it was past feeding time for the freshmen, ice cream tickets were passed out and refresh- ments were served. Dancing until 5 :00, to the music of the Elm- wood Entertainers, ended the eventful after- noon. N. Beaton ' 32 Le Cercle Francais The French club, under the able direction of Miss Berry, held its first meeting in Room 215 on November 23rd. The following officers were elected for the coming year: President: Marie Galligan. Vice-President: Judith Wood. Secretary : Frances Wood. Treasurer: Betty True. It was decided that the club should meet on Monday of the first and third weeks of the month. Parmys Goodale was elected chairman of the entertainment committee for the next meeting. Since this was the first meeting and there was no further business to be discussed, the meeting was adjourned. P. Goodale ' 33 Editorial Some years ago all athletic relations between Braintree High School and Weymouth High School were severed. Not until last winter, when their basketball teams met, was athletic competition between these two schools resumed. At these games the Weymouth team and its rooters for the most part displayed a commend- able attitude of sportsmanship and good-natured rivalry. However, there are a few students who, no doubt, not realizing what their actions result in, persist at every game in disgracing both them- selves and their school by giving two discredit- able cheers. Now comes the welcome news that once more Braintree and Weymouth will meet on the ath- letic field, and every sign points to a continuance of these athletic contests. We are going to play them in basketball and baseball this season, and a football game has been arranged for the au- tumn of 1932. You students should bear in mind that, since Braintree and Weymouth are geographically so close to each other, any rivalry between their high schools should be that of good friends, and should, in no circumstance, be that of bitter ene- mies. Now that the breach between these schools has been healed, we should be especially careful to give Braintree no reason to think that resuming relations with us was a mistake. The only thing that might cause them to be- lieve that we are not living up to the code of sportsmanship is the disgraceful conduct of the unthinking few already mentioned. Help them to help themselves, and you will be doing your bit to preserve the friendly spirit which should always prevail between Braintree and Wey- mouth. Let ' s try to be good neighbors. The Editor The T.B. Test The thunderous hordes pound down the cor- ridors. On thev go, like lambs to the slaughter, past 110, 107, 103, 101— on to the hall. At last the crowds gather outside the doors. Weak grins adorn several faces ; others are drawn out in anticipation of the coming ordeal. Did it hurt? they question anxiously as recent victims march proudly out of the hall, bare arm stiff at one side, and a happy grin stretching from ear to ear. One line haltingly advances down the aisle, to be greeted by a sympathetic Miss McDavitt. They pass the first test and wander on into Mr. Page ' s hands, and then they ' re all set. After a miniature questionnaire, they reach the doctor. He eyes his victim coldly, and utters some words of consolation. It won ' t hurt — much. says the doc , grab- bing an arm. Carefully he squints at the bare flesh, and then suddenly and heartlessly jabs a 10-inch screw- driver (it seemed that so to some) into the arm and begins to twist. The patient lets out a weak yelp of surprise and dismay. By the time he knows what it ' s all about, he is being waved from the hall by the doc. Once outside he pauses to examine the minute puncture and murmurs to himself, Well, that wasn ' t so bad after all! Russell Dexheimer ' 33 Remodelling Carpentry Shop From the beginning of school in September the Carpentry Shop has been undergoing a change. We have moved the cage to a better location. The lumber pile is going to be changed also, and a new circular saw is to take the place of the old one. . The new location of the cage is against the west wall of the shop. It is smaller than the old one, the bench having been taken out. This work was done by the third-year boys, under the direction of the instructor, Mr. F. E. Whipple, Sr. The lumber pile will be moved to the former location of the cage. This out-of-way position will give needed space for other work in the shop. The new saw to be placed where the old one stood will make work easier and more accurate. The two lathes, now standing against the west wall will be moved to the south wall. It is hoped that these improvements will make for still greater efficiency in the Carpentry Shop. Ernest Enella ' 32 Page Twenty-seven ALUMNI CLASS OF ' 28 Warren Fabyan Mass. State College Clifford Foskett Mass. State College John Ghiorse Harvard John Smith Tufts Alice Tirrell Wellesley CLASS OF ' 29 Dorothea Abbott Bridgewater Normal School Paul Bates Harvard George Emerson Harvard Raymond Fulton Northeastern Edward Holmes Burdett College Edward MacQuinn Mass. State College James McAleer Harvard John McAleer Mass. Inst, of Technology CLASS OF ' 30 Warner Abbott Northeastern Lillian Bicknell Post Graduate Christine Blair Burdett College Philip Brackett Norwich James Bran ley Post Graduate Robert Burrell Mass. State College Fred Clark Burdett College Barbara Cole Burdett College Russell Denbroeder Northeastern Charles French Post Graduate Karl Gardner Mass. Inst, of Technology Arthur L. Garland Post Graduate Barbara Grieves Katherine Gibbs Anna Hainan Katherine Gibbs Eleanor Hopkins Pierce ' s Francis Keohan Mass. State College Louis Lilla Post Graduate Edwin Nelson Northeastern Edwin Thomas Dartmouth Lewis Warnick Boston School of Practical Art William Whitten Norwich Wesley Williams Vesper George Art CLASS OF ' 31 Andrew Abbott Northeastern Beth Alger Perry Kindergarten School Filomena Amoroso Farmington John Anderson Mass. Inst, of Technology Frederick N. Andrews . . .Mass. State College Constance Avenell Burdett College Frances Ball Post Graduate Dorothy Bearce Bridgewater Normal School Eleanor Blackwell Post Graduate Leonard Bryant Dartmouth Marjorie Burne Burdett College Josephine Caruso Bridgewater Normal School Eleanor Colligan Barry Marie Conroy Boston University Ruth Cormack Post Graduate Richard Cronin Post Graduate Winifred Deacon Brockton Hospital Charles Delorey Post Graduate Charles Forcier Burdett College Norman Foskett Post Graduate Alfred Gardner Burdett College Doris Goodwin Deaconess Boyd Gridley Northeastern Richard Gridley Post Graduate Cecilia Higgins Goddard Hospital Eleanor Hill N. E. Conservatory of Music Elizabeth Hollis Perry Kindergarten School Ellen Karstunen Burdett College Sadie Lambe Bridgewater Normal School Catherine Leahy Brockton Hospital Alice Lebossiere Regis Catherine Linnehan Burdett College Archie MacKean Northeastern Francis Manuel Burdett College Violet Mitchell Mass. Memorial John Moulton Mass. State College Constance Nash Post Graduate Ruth Nolan Farmington Elsie Peterson Posse-Nissen Jerry Petrucelli Post Graduate Myrtle Pray Bridgewater Normal School Dorothy Reilly Hyannis Normal School Trancis Reilly Post Graduate Hazel Smith Bridgewater Normal School Josephine Sturtevant Post Graduate Joseph Thomas Wentworth Edith Tirrell Chandler Edna Travis Post Graduate John Veerling Mass. State College Herman Warner Thayer Academy Margaret Young Post Graduate Arthur L. Garland, P. G. Page Twenty-eight A very Merry Christmas to you one and all is the sincere wish of the faculty and students of the trade courses at Weymouth Vocational School. Working in our shops every day of the school term, we find extreme gratifica- tion in our work and the comrade- ship which shows us the true meaning of the words good will toward men. We, present and future craftsmen of our trades, get our greatest satisfaction from two sources : the extreme pleasure which we derive from creating a product approaching perfection, and the friendships and good will formed by doing so. Perfection, itself a constant goal in our work, is an ideal seldom attained, but may we hope that our comrade- ship and good will toward men come nearer to perfection every day of the year. We again wish you a very Merry Christ- mas, and may each day of the new year bring more happiness and laughter than the day before, during John Delorey, P.G. Page Twenty-nine Football WEYMOUTH 0— DEDHAM 45 Weymouth met one of the most powerful teams on the schedule, when they made a visit to Dedham. Dedham was defeated by Wey- mouth last year by the score of 6 to but they gained their revenge, beating Weymouth by the score of 45 to 0. Dedham started with a bang, scoring 13 points in the first quarter. Dedham made two touchdowns in the second period. One was made on a well executed pass and another was made on a lateral pass. Many long runs by the Dedham backfield men were the features of the game. Toward the end of the game Weymouth put in a new line, which consisted of practically all freshmen and sophomores, who stopped the Dedham team and gave the fans an idea of what the future Weymouth teams will be made up of. Weymouth had two or three chances to score, but was unable to put the ball over for some points. HINGHAM 13— WEYMOUTH Hingham made its appearance at Weymouth with one of the best teams it has ever had. Al- though Hingham had been made the favorite by all the papers, it promised to be one of the best school games in this neighborhood. There was one of the largest crowds present that had ever been at the field to see a high-school game. Weymouth kicked off to Hingham, and they brought the ball back to the 20-yd. line. Han- drahan, the Hingham flash, scored a touchdown on the first play, but he was called back be- cause one of the Hingham players was penalized for holding. All the scoring was made in the first half. The first touchdown came as a re- sult of a fumbled punt. The Hingham team took advantage of this break, and on a series of line bucks and end runs, they made their first score. The try for the point was also success- ful. The second touchdown was made by Bur- ma. After being tackled, he got up before the whistle blew and ran to the 1-yd. line, where he was pushed offside. He then plunged through the line for the necessary extra yard. The try for the point failed. In the third and fourth period Weymouth threw one forward after another, which were consistently good for long gains. Weymouth had many chances to score, but was unable to gain the necessary yard- age. It was the general opinion of those who watched the game that the Weymouth team out- played Hingham, but Weymouth, did not re- ceive the breaks. Both lines and backfields played a fine brand of football. The game was interfered with only when a quarrel was started between a Hingham and a Weymouth player, but it was stopped immediately. Girls ' Athletics A lively season of field hockey ended with the inter-class tournament — won by the Senior- Junior team. The results were as follows : Senior-Junior 6 Sophomore Sophomore 2 Freshmen 1 Senior- Junior 2 Freshmen The girls have been equally enthusiastic about basketball, and it appears that there will be a promising season as well as an interesting tour- nament. N. Beaton ' 32 Page Thirty The Why of Football Of the million-odd people who filled the sta- dia from Cambridge to Palo Alto every Satur- day afternoon this fall, a great majority actually knew little football, and had neither played the game nor been intimately associated with it. This immense group, who witnessed these contests more as colorful pagaents than as games, must have often wondered what cause impelled the twenty-two men on the gridiron below them to sacrifice their bodies in a game where there can be no hope of financial remuneration and little reward but transient glory. Is it a fear of censure by their classmates or is it college spirit that causes them to go out for the team? Actually, it is neither of these, but something deeper, that makes a great player. For a man who is driven never rises to greater heights than the bench in a major contest, while college spirit and traditions are quickly forgot- ten at the sound of the whistle. Every football player must undergo what amounts to an ap- prenticeship period. Practically every afternoon during the season must be sacrificed for a gruesome and monoto- nous drilling in fundamentals. And these prac- tice sessions are rugged affairs. Few players become enthusiastic over the drudgery they en- tail, and every man has at sometime in his train- ing inwardly cursed them. Yet one day there comes a light to the discouraged candidate. On some play he breaks through the line and makes a clean, smashing tackle that earns the com- mendation of the coach and gives him a peculiar, soul-satisfying thrill. All the former bruises and knocks are now forgotten. He has found his strength, and plays with the expectation of again getting that thrill. It becomes his sole ambition to charge hard across the line of scrimmage, to grin at the un- successful attempt of an opponent ' s block, to drive true for the ball carrier, and to leave his feet, wrapping his arms taut around the ball car- rier ' s knees, and, putting all his power behind one shoulder, bring him to the ground with a resounding thud and a significant loss of yard- age. That is the reason men play football. N. Foskett ' 32 Basketball The candidates for the basketball squad have reported to Mr. Kennedy, who was much pleased with the number of students that reported. A great year is expected by the coach, because practically every member of last year ' s squad has returned. The team won seven games and lost seven games last year ; so with the return of a veteran squad the team is certain to be one of the best Weymouth has had. Some of the members who reported are: Stetson, T. Stetson, Johnson, Stella, Neptune, Foskett, Zeoli, Hig- gins, Sjostedt, Reidy, Harrington, Gannon, Bent- ley and Shields. Games have been arranged by Mr. Stewart with : Milton, Abington, Plymouth, Hingham, Rockland, Braintree, Quincy, Mass. Nautical Training School, and the Alumni. The Latest Pictures The Reckless Hour — Last period of any day. The Last Flight — Second lunch period. An American Tragedy — U. S. Constitution. Street Scene — W. H. let loose at 2:15. Monkey Business — Fire-drill. The Cannon Ball — Ten nights. Everythings Rosie — First period Monday. Devotion — Barbara ' s love for history. Palmy Days — Vacation. Three Loves — Study, lunch, and assembly. Forbidden Adventure — Roaming about cor- ridors. Politics — Mr. O ' Donnell. Up for Murder — Called to the office. Journey ' s End — Graduation. Young as you Feel — Any senior. Dorothy Flynn Rastus: How done yo ' ah ole lady like de new washin ' machine you done buy foah her? Sam: She jes can ' t get used to it foah some reason. Why ebbry time she done get in it de paddles knock her down. The Brown household seems a perfect piece of machinery. Yes, the wife ' s the governor, the children are safety valves, and the husband ' s a crank. Page Thirty-one Dear Flannelmouth : Scientists say that mosquitoes weep. Is that true? Norman Loud It is possible. I ' ve seen a moth ball. Dear Flannelmouth: Last week a pedlar came to the door to sell me something. To ward him off, I told him the lady upstairs would buy some. Now she hardly speaks to me. Can you tell me why? Phyllis Jardine Perhaps he was selling roach powder. Dear Flannelmouth: There is a fellow in school who is very much of a sissy. How can I give him a dirty dig that will hurt his feelings? Gardner Jones Ask him what he plans to change his name to when he gets married. Dear Flannelmouth: Why do words have roots? Virginia Spinney To make the language grow. Page Thirty-two Dear Flannelmouth: My ideal must be a big and strong man, who sweeps everything before him. Can you sug- gest someone who answers these requirements? Marjorie McAleer . Sure — the janitor. Dear Flannelmouth: What do you consider the greatest achieve- ment of the Romans? Mr. Martin Speaking Latin. Dear Flannelmouth: Have you ever seen the Catskill Mountains? Betty True No, but I ' ve seen cats kill rats. Dear Flannelmouth : Have you ever done any public speaking? John Shields Sure, I made a date over a party line. Dear Flannelmouth : What did Sir Walter Raleigh say to the beau- tiful queen when he threw his coat in the muddy road for her walk on? Ralph Stewart Step on it, kid. Ques. Why is a farmer never completely broke? Ans. He knows where the hired help ' s quarters are. Ques. When does a girl not look like her- self? Ans. When a fellow takes her for a tramp. Here reposes Cecil Bode ; He cut out of line on a two-car road. Teacher: Tommy, what is the difference between angling and fishing? Tommy: Well, the rich man angles, and the poor man fishes. Teacher: Use the word ' hitherto ' in a sentence. Student: Come hitherto me. Good morning, sir. I ' m a bond salesman. That ' s all right, my good man. Here ' s a quarter — go buy yourself a square meal. Mr. Penny (arriving with family for dinner party) : Please announce Mr. and Mrs. Penny and daughter. New Servant : Three cents. Lawyer: But why didn ' t you tell all this to the judge? Jewish gentleman : ' Veil, how could I ? I was handcuffed. Orchestra Leader: What key are you play- ing in i Boy: Skeleton key. Leader: Skeleton key? Boy: Yeh, it fits anything. First man : That confounded automobile is always breaking down. Second man : Oh, you ' ll get over it. First man: I ' m not thinking of that. Get- ting under it is what bothers me. Lady: You aviators must have a license, must you not? Flyer: Oh, yes, indeed. Lady: How long does it last? Flyer: Only God knows. Did you mail those two letters, Sarah? Yes ' m. But I noticed that you put a two- cent stamp on the foreign letter and a five-cent stamp on the other one. ' Dear me, what a blunder! But I fixed it all right, ma ' am. I just changed the addresses on the envelopes. Boss: Did you deliver that message to Mr Dunn? Office Boy: Nope! He wasn ' t in. Boss: Why didn ' t you wait for him as I told you to? Office Boy: Well, the door was locked and the sign on it read Return immediately . So I beat it back here as quick as I could. George: Jim, dat bear of yours has funny- looking eyes. What am his name? Jim: Dat bear ' s name am Gladly. George: Gladly? How come? Jim : Got it from de Bible, George, where it says, ' Gladly the cross I ' d bear. ' Thirtx-thrte Anna: What is an echo? Ed : An echo is the only thing that can de- prive a woman of the last word. Ahearn : Say, this darned car won ' t climb a hill. You said it was a fine machine. Dealer: I said on the level it was a good machine. Ken : Once there was Scotchman waiting on a street corner with a slice of bread in his hand. Ben: What was he waiting for? Ken : The traffic jam. Mr. Olsen had a bear that he wished to show to his friend. When his friend saw it, he re- marked, Your bear is cross eyed, isn ' t he? Mr. Olsen answered, Yes, that ' s why I named him ' Gladly ' . I happened to read once in the Bible this sentence: ' Gladly the cross I ' d bear ' . Hey, you! yelled the traffic officer at the amorous driver. Why don ' t you use both hands? I ' m afraid to let go the steering wheel, grinned the irrepressible youth at the wheel. It isn ' t because it ' s cheaper that so many fel- lows eat in the lunch room. It ' s because it seems more home-like. You have to wait on yourself. Help! Help! cried an Italian laborer from near the mud flats of the Harlem River. What ' s the matter there? came a voice from the construction shanty. Help, bringa da shov ' l ! Bringa da peek! Giovanni ' s stuck in da mud ! How far? Up to da knees. Let him walk out. No! No! He canna not walk. He wronga up. Social Worker: And what is your name, my good man? The Convict : 999. Social Worker: Oh, but that ' s not your real name? The Convict : Naw, that ' s only me pen name. A group of tourists were looking over the inferno of Vesuvius in full eruption. Ain ' t this just like hell? ejaculated a Yank. Ah, zees Americans, exclaimed a French- man, where have zey not been? Who ' s in there? called the owner at the door of his chicken house one dark night. Nobody but us chickens, came the response. Westerner to Englishman about to go riding: Do you want a Western or English saddle? Englishman: What ' s the difference? Westerner: A Western saddle has a horn, but an English saddle hasn ' t. Englishman: I ' ll take the English saddle todav. We shan ' t be riding through heaw traffic. Teacher: Johnny, what is a fish net? Johnny: A lot of holes tied together with string. City Boy (looking at his first windmill) : Say, Uncle Tom, that ' s some electric fan you have out there cooling the cows. Mac: My Scotch boy friend sent me his picture. Sue: How does it look? Mae: I don ' t know. I haven ' t had it developed yet. Rastus : What kind of seegars does you all smoke? Sambo : Ah smokes Robinson Crusoes. Rastus: What kind is they? Sambo: Castaways, just castaways. What do you do when in doubt about kiss- ing a girl? Give her the benefit of the doubt. 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