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

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fully decorated hall appeared. A dance sponsored by the Student Council was in progress. It was held in the gymnasium, and music was furnished by the Casa Chillon orchestra. Now the class assembled to vote for the various committees to take care of final events. The chairmen elected were: Senior Prom Committee Doten Warner Class History Marjorie Fulton Class Prophecy Marjorie Bentley Class Motto Virginia Donley Class Banquet Helen Quirk Graduation Dance Dorothy Murray Class Outing Burton Poole Next I saw a group of nervous pupils from the four classes engaged in the Herald-Traveler Spelling Bee. Joseph Lesenechal, one of our classmates, won honors. The stage again appeared and the operetta, The Mascot , was being performed for the benefit of the Weymouth High School Athletic Association. Though the ticket sale was slow at first, the operetta was a success. Now different events began to present themselves in rapid succession. First, I saw the senior class standing in a group outside of the high school having a class picture taken. Then the crystal brightened and slowly a dance hall came into sight. The Senior Prom, which was held May 17, had started and there was a large, happy crowd dancing. Next the Senior Play, Minick , was shown being performed on Friday night, June 7, with Donald Foskett and Arline Price taking the leading parts. At this time the crystal, which had now become very cloudy because of a film that covered it, revealed a group, sitting down, apparently waiting for some- thing. What this was to be I could not determine, but decided it was a forecast of the graduation exercises. As that shadowy picture faded, a group of laughing people seemed to be in the distance. I wondered if this were a foreshadow of the class outing, for such a group would be a happy one. The crystal now turned into a rosy tint, then slowly changed into a brilliant white that nearly blinded me. This brilliance lasted for only a few seconds, and then the ball suddenly became plain silver once more. HISTORY COMMITTEE Marjorie Fulton, Chairman Ruth Amundsen Gervase Boudreau Mildred Brooks Dorothy Cain John Connolly Ethel Hanian Eleanor Lane t 24]

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blotted out the field. The other sports quickly passed in review — the very success- ful track team, the basket ball team, the new tennis team, and the undefeated base- ball team. Now a bright yellow light seemed to blot out the scene. Was it all to fade from my eyes so soon? No, the assembly hall was seen again. In turn two plays appeared, The Royal Family of Broadway , given by the teachers of Wey- mouth, and The Ghost Train , presented by the seniors on June 9. The sophomore year passed away with a last picture, that of a throng of stu-i dents leaving the high school with their faces covered with smiles at the thought of a long summer ' s vacation. JUNIOR YEAR The crystal ball continued to unfold its story. I could not tear my eyes away from its weird depth. A group of people who I recognized as my classmates were now beginning their third year as upper classmen. Juniors at last! They were gathered together to choose their class officers. Willard Hunt was elected president; Donald Foskett, vice-president; John MacDonnell, second vice- president; Madelyn Wilson, secretary; and Ruth Costello, treasurer. At the burst of applause that greeted these elections the ball bcame dim once more. It bright- ened again and music was heard. The Junior Party was in full swing. Joe Rines and his orchestra supplied the music to which the nimble feet of our juniors tapped out happy rhythm. The music grew faster and faster. It gathered spice and energy, but just then, before my eyes, grew a kaleidoscope of color and move- ment. The operetta, South of Sonora , contained all the vim and pep of pic- turesque old Mexico. Then, amid all the excitement and noise, crashed Light- nin ' , the teachers ' play, which served as a suitable introduction to the Senior Class Play, The Bat . The crystal now turned a dull, muddled brown, but still sounds of cheering were heard. The famous Weymouth-Hingham football game came into view. The cheering was for the wonderful plays that were made by Mulligan and Stew- art. In this game, Taber, who aided in keeping the Hingham offense in the back- ground, was injured. While they were helping him from the field, he hurled his football helmet to one of the subs on the bench. The helmet whirled through the air and gradually, before my bewildered eyes, took the form of a basket-ball which crashed through the net for the final score in the greatest game of the sea- son, Weymouth against Plymouth. The team was coached very skillfully by Mr. Martin and Mr. Gannon. A shrill whistle announced the end of the successful basketball season. As the whistle whirred and buzzed in my ears, it gradually took on a deeper tone and, as I gazed once more into the depths of the crystal, I sawj a large white steamship. The letters on the side of her hulk spelled out the name, Dorothy Bradford . This old Provincetown boat was giving a pleasant ending to our junior year at Weymouth High School by taking us on our junior outing, under the chaperonage of Mr. Martin, Mr. Lyond, Miss Bryant, and Miss Canning. Our destination? The oldest and most historical of all the towns in Massachusetts — Provincetown. With happy thoughts and beautiful memories our third year at Weymouth High passed from view. SENIOR YEAR My attention was again drawn to the crystal ball at is cleared for the fourth time. It was dull at first; then it slowly changed from a beautiful rose tint to a lustrous white. As I looked harder, I saw the events of my senior year pass be- fore my eyes. The class officers, Willard Hunt, president; Donald Foskett, first vice-presi- dent; John MacDonnell, second vice-president; Madelyn Wilson, secretary; and Ruth Costello, treasurer, were first revealed by the crystal. A picture of the fresh- men enjoying a party given them by the senior class on November 9 then ap- peared. The timid freshmen were urged to join in the entertainment and dancing. However, by the time they had lost their shyness and were entering into the fun, the party was over. That picture faded, and now there was a large classroom crowded with seniors voting for a class marshal. Honors were won by William Pray. Next a beauti- [ 23 ]

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CLASS PROPHECY