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10 REFLECTOR Pulaski Day Governor Joseph B. Ely dedicated a day, the eleventh of Octoher, to a noble hero of the American Revolution, and as is the custom, the Governor sent a proclamation to all the public schools of the state. However, as these procla- mations were read in each room, the students, with the exception of a few, seemed to know nothing about that great and noble hero, Pulaski. Casimir Pulaski was born in Podolia, Poland, the son of Count Joseph Pulaski. Casimir joined enthusiastically in the efforts to free his country, and fought heroically against the Russians. He finally rose to the rank of commander-in-chief of the patriot forces. He was unjustly accused as accomplice in the plot to abduct his king and was outlawed and deprived of his estates. He then escaped tj) Purlsey and thence to France, where he was asked by Franklin to help the American colonists in their struggle against the British. He arrived in Philadelphia in 1777, served as a volunteer, and then for his gallantry at the battle of Hrandywine was appointed chief of dragoon with the rank of brigadier-general. In 1778, he organized an independent corp of cavalry and light infantry. With this body, called Pulaski ' s Legion, he led an unsuccessful attack against the British, under Prevost, before the city of Charleston. Later in the year he com- manded the French and American cavalry at the siege of Savannah and during the attack on Oc- tober the ninth was mortally wounded. Felix Caracciolo ' 34 Quatrain It is not the deed that counts, But with what intent the deed is fraught, Or with what connotation will earnestly succeed ; For there is never time for deed — but thought. Henry Hanhisalo ' 34 Compliments of ALFRED GARDNER High Grade Meats Bridge St. The Origin of Hallowe en Hallowe ' en, a well known day in this country, as well as in others, falls on October 31, the eve of All Saints ' Day. It is probably a relic of pagan times or of medieval superstitions. In England and Scotland this day is selected as a time for trying spells. Superstitious tradi- tion regards it as the night when supernatural influences prevail; when spirits of the invisible and visible world walk abroad. On this evening it was believed that the human spirit could de- tach itself from the human body, and wander through the realms of space. In Germany there is a similar superstition concerning Walpurgis Night, the night preced- ing the first of May. The Germans believe that there is a witch festival on the summit of the Brocken, in the Hartz Mountains, the influence of which is believed to be felt all over the sur- rounding country. An old custom of lighting great bonfires of straw or brush on that night, in order to drive away the spirits of darkness supposed to be hovering in the air, is still ob- served in some places. It is doubtless true that these two festivals — Hallowe ' en and Walpurgis — are of a common origin dating back to the earliest belief in the personal and all powerful Evil One — the Chaldeans ' Power of Darkness. Katherine Gunville ' 34 The undergraduate sardines were out for their afternoon swim downstream. What ever happened to Tommy Bigfin ? asked a prominent student in the sardine school. I thought you knew, answered his compan- ion. He couldn ' t seem to make the grade. He was always swimming about five or ten feet in the rear. He wasn ' t alert or intelligent. So the usual happened. You mean ? Yes. He got canned!

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X REFLECTOR 9 About Travelling Do you know what I should do if I were to receive a great deal of money? I should imme- diately set out to make true one of my favorite dreams — to travel abroad. I should never travel on a prescribed tour, for that would spoil all; but should go at random to this or that place which struck my fancy. I must be sure to visit England. For what could be more delightful than to ride through its quaint villages, to see the rows of thatched cot- tages, the smoke curling from the chimneys? There would be an atmosphere of drowsy peace and comfort over all. The women and children would be rosy-cheeked and plump. Everything would make me wish to stay there forever. The next country on my route would be Hol- land, with her canals, spotless streets and quaintly costumed people; then Switzerland, and her blue, blue lakes, with the snow-capped Alps towering above. It is my dearest wish to see the chalets, the herds of goats, and hear the clear yodel of the herdsman, about which I have read in Heidi with so much pleasure. And so on I would go, through the Orient, though I would not stay long there. Perhaps, though, my fears are foolish, and I would find it less sinister than it now seems. When my jour- ney ended, I should have sailed around the world. I think I should be much the better for it, too, much more broad-minded in ray view of life, and having a better knowledge of the peo- ples and lands across the sea. M. Senigo ' 34 Dayd reams There ' s the sun and the wind and the sky and me, And the green, green, grass, and a tall pine tree, And the sea is so blue, and the clouds are so white, And the green, green grass and a tall pine tree, As I lie in the grass, and the wind sings to me Of the sun and the sky and a tall pine tree. Marjorie Bloxham ' 36 Tbrills There are many different kinds of thrills that we experience each day. Unwittingly, we are influenced by varied emotions which serve to animate our thoughts and cheer our drooping spirits. We all know of persons who are thrilled most deeply by having a member of the opposite sex gaze admiringly upon them as they pass by. Others experience greatest thrills by swooping along at sixty-five up and down a favorite roller-coaster road at Hingham. Some are en- raptured by peering at the heavens on a clear night, wondering if any scientist will, at some future date, discover or perfect a means, where- by dwellers of the Earth will be able to pene- trate the vast expanse of ether to a planet or star. Others may be entranced by the beautiful chords of an orchestra, or fascinated by the deft handiwork of an artist or sculptor. Many reli- gious fanatics feel their deepest exultation upon watching newly-converted sinners walk humbly down to the altar amid a thronging multitude led by some great evangelist. Nevertheless, what greater thrill is it possible for us to experience than that of relief after the accomplishment of a formidable task? Thus it is that with mingled emotions I write this Re- flector composition. Sylvia Merrill ' 34 Lullaby To Youtb Sleep, youth, Growing into new heights for aspiration, From deathlike repose to impatient energy. How perfect your joy, how strong your song! How eager yet, life ' s ever constant refrain! With unuttered prayer on dry lips, You awake — To learn to breathe again ! Henry Hanhisalo ' 34

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T POETRY Rkytkm There ' s a rhythm in the water idly lapping at the shore, There ' s a rhythm in the water that I never heard before. A lazy kind of rhythm, made up of tiny sighs. A rhythm you could hear or see without your ears or eyes. Through phosphorescent ripples see the pebbles out of reach, See them washing slowly upward to a place upon the beach, See the tiny golden fishes, and a heron floating by, Mirrored in the water and reflected in the sky. There ' s a message in the rhythm of the lapping at the shore, It ' s a lazy sort of secret that a lover can ' t ignore, A message telling how and when and where and which and why, And listeners listen spellbound, and cannot turn to fly. There ' s a human pulse that ' s beating in the lapping of the shore, The throbbing pulse of lost souls, long gone before, The throbbing and the beating of wings within a cage, The steady, rhythmic beating of passionless rage. Through phosphorescent ripples see the tiny seaweed flowers, You almost see a mermaid there whiling through the hours. You almost see a golden comb glide through green-gold hair, You almost see a little child within a coral lair. Through phosphorescent ripples see the deeper shine and sheen, While the sky is blue above me, the water ' s deeply green; See and hear the ancient rhythm underneath an ancient moon, Hear the music of the rhythm in the ancient, rhythmic rune. C. Seach ' 34 Xhanksgiving Thanksgiving Day is coming, Making all hearts feel gay. May all forever remember This one Thanksgiving Day. The Pilgrims set this day and date To eat and drink and rest, To show that they were glad and gay, To give thanks for the harvest. Now we follow their custom, And pay our tribute to God, Knowing that we owe everything To our good and Heavenly Lord. Katherine M. Coyle Junior Annex A Picture The lake is clear and calm tonight, So peaceful and quiet it seems; The harvest moon is shining bright, It casts shadows and glistening beams. A canoe, gliding into the path of light, A wonderful silhouette makes. What a charming picture the eyes behold ! We must be asleep, not awake. The outline of feathers, a long, thick braid, She ' s wrapped in furs snowy white. What is it? An Indian maid Of exquisite stature and height. P. Adorns ' 34 C. D. SALT Distributors of Nichols Special Piston Rings and Silv-o-Lite Pistons. Kwik-Way Boring, Valve Facing and Reseating. 1083 Middle Street, South Weymouth Tel. Weymouth 0475