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

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(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.

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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.

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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