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

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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.

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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

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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