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

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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

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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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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