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

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$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

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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

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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