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12 REFLECTOR Wken I Start My Ford A-Chunkin ( When the Frost is on the Punkin ' , with apologies to James Whitcomb Riley.) When I start my Ford a-chunkin ' , and the bearin ' s ' gin to knock, And the pistons start a-slappin ' , and the car begins to rock, And the rattle of the fenders, and the pumping of the oil, And the burble, burble, as the water ' gins to boil, Oh, then ' s the time I always am a ' feelin ' at my best ; When I start the motor going, and it bangs away with zest, And the radiator rattles like the ringing of a clock, When I start my Ford a-chunkin ' , and the bearin ' s ' gin to knock. Daniel Pratt ' 35 Armistice Day Lay down your arms, soldier boy; Your fighting days are o ' er. You need not risk your life again; Nay, you needn ' t risk it any more! Peace is now your watchword, Peace, the sentry ' s cry ; Peace, the holy word of words, That means no more shall die. Lay down your arms, soldier boy, Home you soon will be, Home, that place of loved ones, Home, across the sea. There will be your mother, She who calls you dear. So lay down your arms, soldier boy; Armistice Day is here. Geraldine R. Colligan Junior Annex Tl lanksgiving D ay Down the street and along the way To the football game we go. It ' s Weymouth and Hingham playing today — To this game we always go. Here come the fellows of whom we ' re proud. If they win or lose, we must cheer them loud. The game goes on mid chatter and shout. We ' re ahead, we ' re behind — but wait till the end. We shiver and wish we had never come ; To see your team lose is no sort of fun. But is that the way a pal treats a friend? Does he turn him down when the road seems to bend? So we ' ll do our part by cheering them on. What a lot encouragement can do! Look ! There they go ! They have passed the line ! That ' s Weymouth High spirit. We ' ve won the game. Priscilhi Adams ' 34 If I Were a Mill lonaire If I were a millionaire, kids, If I were a millionaire, There would be nothing too good in this World for me and my pals to share. I ' d buy up every schoolhouse in the nation, I ' d write upon the blackboard big and clear; Instead of one, there would be two vacations, Each vacation six months twice a year. There wouldn ' t be any school when it was raining, I ' d let you stay at home when it was clear. I would buy you ice-cream mountains, And build you soda fountains, If I were a millionaire. Anna Burns ' 35 Compliments of REIDY ' S PHARMACY Jackson Square East Weymouth, Mass.

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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

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REFLECTOR 13 Ed 1 1 or 1 aLs Editorial We of the Reflector staff are looking forward to a big year. We see visions and dream dreams , hoping that, in the months which are before us, at least some of them may be realized. Yet this thing cannot be without your co-opera- tion ; by this I mean an honest effort on your part to submit original material of real worth and value. Contrary to the opinion of some that most of the work submitted is carelessly read and more carelessly consigned to the waste-basket, we as- sure you that the exact opposite of this is true. However, we are not endowed with the super- human ability to fathom writing which is illeg- ible, nor have we the time to dig for the reallv good ideas which may be buried in carelessly written work. Therefore, we are forced to make a ruling that only those compositions neatly done shall be considered for publication. Just a word to the freshmen — please do not be discouraged and think because you are fresh- men your work is not considered. We have this year a special freshman section. Do your part to make it grow. Finally, the Reflector is our paper, yours as well as mine. We are counting on your interest and co-operation. The Editor Sckool 5pint When I attended a high-chool football game at one of the neighboring towns recently, I was surprised to see the number of students who were present to help their team on to victory. With the assistance of their cheer leaders, who had enough pep to fill everyone with the spirit of the game, they certainly made a good show- ing. The school band aided a great deal in stir- ring both the players and the spectators. All of these things help to arouse the fighting spirit of a team, who then try to fill us with pride for them. We think that we have school spirit. Maybe some of us have, but what about those of us who never attend a game of any kind? When we compare the percentage of the at- tendance at our football games with that of other schools, we find that it amounts to about half as much. The crowds that turn out to their games should make us feel pretty small. Come on, Weymouth, help to make our school have as good an attendance at our games as any other school, or even better! Betty Donovan ' 34 Evelyn (at a ball game, as pitcher and catcher hold a conference) : What are they talking about ? Freddie: About what to throw to the next batter. Evelyn: But they aren ' t allowed to throw anything except the ball, are they?