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

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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

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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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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