Reading Memorial High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Reading, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 196 of the 1926 volume:

READING PUBLIC LIBRARY R EADING, MASSACHUSETTS Waiting Sjigh 8 rlfaol 8 rmnr Nitmhrr • w Jrrt Wl ‘ 45500 0 ' -V LVg J IjgAl L-Vg J t- J tAg J L-VRAJ LAg4] Lj Al LX«4i IX t-V LV«A1 LA J IX - Northeastern University Day School of Business Administration Confers the Degree of BACHELOR OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION —in— Finance, Retailing, Marketing, Accounting, Sales-Management, Industrial-Manage¬ ment, Merchandising IT IS A SCHOOL WHERE HYou and the Faculty work together as equals, man to man. IJYou share definite responsibility in moulding the traditions of the School. You have exceptional oppor¬ tunity for athletics and recreation. IIYcu study business by analyzing actual prob¬ lems of business. UYou study business with the help of eminent executives, through addresses, personal conferences, and business surveys. YOU DEVELOP THAT STRAIGHT THINKING WHICH BUSINESS DEMANDS For a catalog or further information about the school Address TURNER F. GARNER, Dean Northeastern University School of Business Administration Boston Y. M. C. A. Boston 17, Mass. Or v ulx o v 9 1 Your plans for the youngster’s education should in¬ clude a sound “financial” training. Teach him early to tread the Savings Road that leads to The Bank and to Success. Mechanics Savings Bank Reading, Mass. “Deposit Your Savings in a Mutual Savings Bank.” HELP OTHERS WHILE HELPING YOURSELF Every person who buys shares in this Bank gets a high dividend paying investment. At the same time, the money invested is being used for a most beneficient purpose:—Helping people build and own their own homes. And this Bank is operated on a mutual plan.. The members share alike in all the profits. READING CO-OPERATIVE BANK Archer R. Prentiss Harold F. Parker PRENTISS PARKER INSURANCE Of All Kinds Boston Office: 40 Broad St. Telephone Main 7880 Reading Office : Haven St. Telephone Reading 0249 Smith’s Spa Opp. Reading Depot Ice Cream Confectionery L. A. SMITH, Prop. i j Our Advertisers are our main support, patronize them ADAMS COMPANY WOMEN’S AND CHILDREN’S FURNISHINGS READING G. H. Atkinson Co. GROCERS QUALITY GOODS MAKE SATISFIED CUSTOMERS WENDELL BANCROFT CO. COAL LUMBER HARDWARE ATLAS CEMENT — BRICK — DRAIN PIPE BESSOM’S THE ONE PRICE STORE Quality Merchandise in Men’s and Boys’ Clothing and Furnishings Ask to see our All Wool Line whe?i in need of Suit or Overcoat Made to your measurement at no additional cost Tel. 0306-M 75 Haven St. Our Advertisers are our main support, patronize them CANDY LAND ICE CREAM and HOME MADE CANDIES Reading Square Established 1821 Tel. Reading 0071 Cummings Express COMPANY J. E. FROST, Treas. and Mgr. Reading’s Best Equipped Fu r niture Mov ers_ J. M. Maxwell Son ELECTRICIANS Authorized Agent “Radiolas” and “Freed-Eisemann” Sets Phone 0240 1926 FOR GRADUATION 1926 FOR THE BOY | FOR THE GIRL White Flannels, Black Oxfords, f White Kid Pumps, White Silk Shirts, Ties and Hose I Stockings CHASE FINNEGAN Reading Square Tel. 08I2s=M Our Advertisers are out main support, patronize them Page Six The Pioneer anew? Don’t be like the teacher who said: ‘ 1 At summer school I should like to take the courses given by Dr. Bagley, but I have decided not to, for I am afraid he will make me change my opinions. ” This teacher, this student of truth, might just as well have said, ‘ ‘ I will close my mind. I will live with my prejudices. I will accept no new truth. I will not attend the foot-wear exhibition for fear I will become dissatisfied with my old shoes.” This same reactionary frame of mind accounts not only for the hostile attitude between individuals, but also nations. In our own history before the Civil War, that period when co-operation be¬ tween sister states was notably lacking has well been labeled “the Era of Hard Feelings.” You in this later day recog¬ nize what a great awakening, what a decisive step in the progress of mankind, took place when the fog lifted and pa¬ triotism stretched to what they termed the “boundless limits of the United States. ” The world has grown and life has expanded, and whether we wish it or not, we belong now to a great sister¬ hood of nations. The patriotism which broke down provincialism and cleared the human horizon, is again pressing against its barriers,—your narrowness. Do you think “my country against theirs,” or “my country with theirs” for the peace and progress of mankind? Dr. Henry Fosdic-k believes that mankind’s real conflict of interest is not between this nation and that, but between the forward- looking, progressive, open-minded people of all nations, who have caught a vision of humanity organized for peace, and the backward-looking, reactionary, militaris¬ tic people of the same nations, who use their heritage of patriotism as a cloak for their narrow minds. It has changed as it were from an enlightening to a blinding force. Just as that great mon¬ ster, the squid, sends out his inpenetrable, inky-black substance to blind his enemy, Avhile he envelopes him with his far- reaching, irresistible tenacles, so man’s narrowness and intolerance blind him with his false patriotism. Such prejudices, such intolerance, the young people of today hope to break down. You think they are exasperating. In just such a way they have been ex- exasperating their elders since the days of Cain and Abel. But have you ques¬ tioned your position? Perhaps some of you unconsciously have the attitude of the Pharisees. They were the good people of their day, only they were so sure of their goodness and so positive that they were right, that they tried to force the others, and in that way became set in self-righteousness. You object to the apparent boldness and openness so prevalent among the younger generation. But which is better: society resting on a great and sure, but growing and broad¬ ening, platform of truth, and living in an atmosphere of sincerity, frankness, and open-mindedness; or one hemmed in by narrowness, hyprccisy, intolerance, and useless formalities—founded upon truth to be sure, but on a platform which is small, stationery, and unacljustable? The former is the goal of the younger generation, the latter will be the condi¬ tion of the older generation if it does not hasten to change its policies. Now that the facts are becoming more ap¬ parent to young people, and they realize that there has been a wholesale conspir¬ acy to deceive them in many ways, and to cover up many of the facts of life, leading to their tragic disillusionment later on, it is inevitable that they should undertake a revolution of ideas. Why not join them in this and give th em the benefit of your riper judgment and great¬ er experience, acting as a balance-wheel or gyroscope, and make it a more speedy and more sure success? I believe with Judge Ben Lindsay, that “in the mighty rebellion of modern youth, that is the glory of our time, they will come to know the good as well as the evil, the true as well as the false, the superstition and the savagery, the wisdom and the folly of their fathers. ’ ’ This worthwhile revaluation is not for the young generation alone, nor for any one person in any one lifetime or epoch, but for all—young and old—working harmoniously toward an ideal society. To think with the method of the scientist in the ideal way. He no longer by chance meets with a new idea. He methodically gathers his information, and by a process of elimination, of trial and I The Pioneer Page Seven success, gradually approaches the truth. None of you are living in the world in which you were born, scientifically or in¬ tellectually. The break with many stan¬ dards of the past has been abrupt, but the work is not complete. The task of scrapping must continue until our entire household of ideas is freed of its bur¬ densome furnishings and new T and better ones added. Voltaire said: “We only half live when we only half think.’ ’ Are you not only half thinking and therefore only half living when you are fanatical, or fear to meet with ideas which frankly scrutinize the value which is so easily ac¬ cepted as final? When you are breaking the fetters of conformity and oppressive standards and seeking the highest and fullest levels of thought, you will be liv¬ ing. There is nothing too sacred to be investigated. Listening ungrudgingly and considering radical theories and statements may leave you tingling as from a series of electric shocks, and your mind awhirl with combined astonish¬ ment, pleasure, anger, and bewilderment, but it will force you into active and for¬ ward-looking thought, and help you to clarify and refresh your ideas. The belief that final judgments are futile and human standards perishable, Shelley expressed when he said: “Naught may endure but mutability.” This is not a forboding, but a prophecy of good for¬ tune. It may mean the substitution of impartial politics for party politics, free¬ dom for limitation, knowledge for igno¬ rance, peace for war, and better and better generations. All of these miracles will be accomplished only by a revision of the ideals of each individual. Why not take a part in this onward movement and join the forces of progress wdiich will bring about this revolution for freedom, —freedom of the mind, that consummate freedom ? Valedictory Address And now to all of you—Mr. Safford, Mr. Sussman, teachers, all, school com¬ mittee, parents, and friends—who have made it possible for us to enjoy so many wonderful opportunities to gain knowl¬ edge and wisdom throughout our school course, it is my pleasant privilege to ex¬ press to you the sincere and heart-felt appreciation of the Class of 1926. This a pitifully inadecpiate expression of our feelings in view of what we have receiv¬ ed, but though we have no way of knowing what we shall accomplish in the future, we hope to hold our standards so high that you will be proud, and feel repaid for your effort and sacrifices in our behalf. Classmates, with confidence I hav e represented us tonight as champions of free thought, of sincerity, of progress. It is a glorious attitude, but not un¬ usual, for so youth has always been and will be. But no special credit is due us. Not through any wisdom of ours do we find ourselves less hampered by the standards, the prejudices, and the fixed ideas that bind our elders. We have merely inherited the eternal torch of free- doom and progress carried by the youth of all ages. We can easily see the flaws cf our elders, but we cannot boast until we have taken their places and have suc¬ cessfully met the problem of scrapping our own worn-out ideas. With this in view let us determine to continue to think, and prove ourselves superior by a perennial willingness to investigate new ways and to distinguish between them. That will be our answer to the cpiestion as to whether we are degenerating and lowering the standards, or are indeed seeking freedom and truth. The past four years that we have spent together have brought satisfaction, as well as disappointment, in some measure to all of us. The future will bring the same. These things need not concern us particularly, since we cannot control them, if with unswerving determination we keep the attitude of service ex pressed by Carl Sandburg in these lines: Loy me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. Let me pry loose old walls. Let me lift and loosen old foundations. Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike. Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together. Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders. Let me be the great nail holding a sky¬ scraper through blue nights into white stars. Frances Porch ’26. I Page Eight The Pioneer g alutaton} Parents, teachers, friends, for the Class of 1926, I extend to you a hearty wel¬ come to our graduation exercises. We welcome our parents who have sacrificed so much that we might gradu¬ ate. You are here in response to our urgent invitation. Do you smile at re¬ membering that we have not always been so anxious to have you visit school? But this occasion would not be complete with¬ out you here. We welcome our teachers and all those in the school, who, by faithful teaching and patient effort, have led us through this peiiod of our training . We know that we have been trying many, many times, but you kept on showing us that persevering, well-directed work in our studies and extra activities was worth while, and now is your hour of triumph as well as ours. We are also happy to have the mem¬ bers of the school committee here with us. It takes a strong guiding hand behind an educational system to keep everything running smoothly. You have been inter¬ ested in the progress of the students and will continue to guide the affairs of the school wisely. To all our friends we extend a true welcome because we know you are inter¬ ested in our success and joy. If, in the past four years, we have been discouraged by petty failures, if we have been downhearted because of twists and turns along the way, we have, with the encouragement of our parents, the assis¬ tance of our teachers, and the steady guidance of the school board, at last com¬ pleted this most important step in the path of life, and are eager to take the next step, whatever it may be. We know that we shall have some work to do. To get the full benefit of work we must do it purposefully. As freshmen we came to high school unfamiliar with the routine. We were given a daily pro¬ gram card which started us at our work systematically, forcing us to plan our studying at school and at hbme to fit in with our recitations. The teachers di¬ rected the way which would be the most beneficial for us to follow. By this co¬ operation on the part of the teachers, we got the correct start in high school, and then much of the responsibility rest¬ ed with us. Work is a conscious effort guided by the desire to accomplish a task. If we know what must be done and want to do it, we shall succeed in our studies or in whatever else we undertake. The Class of J 26 has had supervision and co-operation from many sources. It has followed the motto “ Directed Work Conquers Everything ” and has won. As we continue to work may we continue to conquer. May every way we take be as happy and as successful as the one we are completing. Once again I wish to make you wel¬ come. We hope that you will get as much joy and satisfaction from our ex¬ ercises as we in presenting them. Nelcena Copeland. (Elasii Unttora CECIL RHODES AND THE RHODES SCHOLARSHIPS America has always been noted for her ardent devotion to the cause of educa¬ tion. No amount of money has been too great to spend in the training of her youth. Rockefeller has contributed mil¬ lions to the promotion of learning, and Carnegie built libraries and endowed col¬ leges without number, and, in addition, gave a large pqrt of his huge fortune to the Peace Movement. Yet it remained for a • cool-blooded Englishman, a South African diamond king, to conceive a plan whereby, through education, universal peace may be secured. Though Cecil Rhodes was the originator of one of the most comprehensive and far-reaching schemes of modern times, people in general know comparatively little about the man, himself, and still less in regard to the scholarships, the greatest in the world, which he founded at Oxford. And so, on such an occasion as this, it would seem to be altogether appropriate to give a brief biography of this man, one of the most remarkable of all time, and also to describe his great contribution, the Rhodes Scholarships, to the field of education in particular and The Pioneer Page Nine the service of humanity in general. Cecil Rhodes was born in Hertford¬ shire, England, July 5, 1853. He started in life with almost every possible handi¬ cap. The son of a poor English clergy¬ man, and one of the youngest of nine children, he was moneyless and sickly. At the age of nine the boy was sent to attend a local grammar school. Seven years later he graduated a tall, fair-hair¬ ed youth with a shy, reserved manner and delicate health. In the hope that his health might be benefittted, he was- ship¬ ped off at the age of seventeen to an older brother’s farm at Natal. A year after his arrival in South Africa there arose great excitement over the discovery of diamonds at Kimberley. There was a rush of wealth-seekers to the scene, and the boy, eager for the chance to gain sudden fortune, hastened thither, making the journey of four-hundred miles in an ox-cart and carrying with him no other equipment than a spade, a bucket, and a few thumbed volumes of Latin and Greek classics. Kimberley in those early days —the year was 1871—was a place neither inviting nor healthful. It lacked santi- tation and was upset by fevers. Young Rhodes even found it hard to get whole¬ some food, and the outlook for anything approaching success, far from promising. However by dint of stick-to-it-iveness and perseverenee, within a year of his arrival he had gained himself claims valued at $25,000. Indeed he displayed such keen judgment and of such uncanny business ability that no one wTio dealt with him could believe that he was only a boy of eighteen. It was about this time that the young diamond digger determined to further his education by going to Oxford. He set sail in 1873. His health was still wretch¬ ed and there came a time when he was told by his physician that he had only six months to live. But this was a man who defied adverse conditions and over¬ rode obstacles. He simply refused to die! and winter after winter he jour¬ neyed to England, where, at the great university he studied diligently. It was not until 1881, eight years after entering the schools, that he finished his course. At Oxford, Rhodes came under the in¬ fluence of John Ruskin, then a professor there. Inspired by him, it seems, Rhodes ' ' conceived the great purpose in life which was to guide himi throu to the end — service to humanity. He is said to have ' made the statement, however, that “it’s no use to have grand ideas if you haven’t the ihoney to carry them out. ” Witlu this in mind he spent the early years of his life in amassing a fortune. He continued to increase the extent of his diamond claim, out-manoeuvering all rivals, until, seventeen years after his start in the diamond fields, he had amalgamated all the South African mines into one great company, with himself at the head. In fact, at the age of thirty- five he personally controlled the diamond business of the world, having formed the greatest business combination ever estab¬ lished in the world up until that time, which produced nearly all cf the dia¬ monds, regulated the supply, and fixed the prices. If time permitted, we could go on and tell how this international diamond king branched out and gained control of a large share of the South African gold mines, how in numberless ways he stamp¬ ed himself as one of the most gigantic financial and business figures in the his- - tory of the world; but that would be be¬ side our point. Service to humanity, we - have said, was his great purpose in life. What was his idea as to how this service ■ would be best rendered? Let us go back to that great teacher in Oxford Univer- . sity, John Ruskin, whose gospel of pub- - lie service was—“have a fixed purpose,- of some kind for your country and for yourself, no matter how restricted, so that it be fixed and unselfish.” Fixed and unselfish indeed became the life pur¬ pose of Cecil Rhodes, but restricted would be far from the right adjective to acompany the other two. He has been called the empire builder, the man who “thought in continents,” and this brings us to his great work, the thing made possible by his magnificent success in money-making. He cared nothing for money except for the power its posses¬ sion gave. Throughout, he had kept it in mind as only the means to the end, and that end, the great ambition of his life, was the promotion of the best in¬ terests of humanity by creating a power Page Ten The Pioneer so great that war would be rendered im¬ passible, that power to be the result of the close union of all the English speak¬ ing peoples of the world. Whether or not we agree with Rhodes as to the probability of the splendid result desired being accomplished according to his dream of the way to bring it about is beside the question. What interests us is the undoubted fact that Rhodes was sincere in his conviction that his part in bringing the millennium to pass was to be the enlargement of the British Empire and with it the promotion of the cause of peace, industry, and freedom. Again time prohibits us from more than summarizing. Suffice it to say that this business man, this money- grabber, devoted his great wealth to the end for which it had been created—that he spent it unsparingly in public service until by use of it plus sheer force of personality and display of astounding genius he overcame all opposition, con¬ quering the natives and outwitting the other European nations interested in South Africa, with the result that he added to British dominion an area equal to that of the British Isles, France, Prussia, Austria, and Spain combined. Today this immense region of South Africa, called after him, Rhodesia, amply testifies to the greatness of this amazing Englishman. What man in all history ever accom¬ plished more of real importance than did Cecil Rhodes? No Roman emperor ever won a greater extent of territory. Rhodes was less than forty-nine years old when he died. His last words were: “so little done, so much to do.” He was buried in his chosen resting place, a plateau on top of a high mountain in Rhodesia. An important act of tribute at his death would seem to indicate that he had made his part in the enlargement of the British Empire actually beneficial to those most vitally concerned. On this occasion the natives whom he had con¬ quered and then befriended gave him the royal salute only given to their kings. Thus they bade farewell to the one they had learned to love as the Great Spirit of Africa. Service to humanity, the great end, and the spirit of Cecil Rhodes lives today in the Scholarships to which he left his vast fortune and through which he hoped could be brought about that close union of English speaking peoples which, to his way of thinking, would be truly necessary for the promotion of the best interests of mankind. What is the na¬ ture of these scholarships is the first question which might logically be asked. They are open to selected students from the British colonies, Germany, and the United States. The fortunate young men are entitled to three years residence and study at various colleges of Oxford University. The United States has nine¬ ty-six—two for each state. The scholar¬ ships have each at the present time an annual income cf approaching $2000. Mr. Rhodes in his will specifically stated that he did not desire mere “book¬ worms” to enjoy the scholarship ad¬ vantages, but the students elected should be all-round men, of superior scholastic ability, fond of manly outdoor sports, and of high character. The mode of election was left in the hands of com¬ mittees in the various countries and colonies. The examinations are not com¬ petitive but are merely to test the appli¬ cants fitness for the honor. The first examination in the United States was held in 1904. Except in Massachusetts where candidates from secondary schools are accepted, American applicants must have reached the end of the second year n some college or university which grants degrees. Up to date the majority of Rhodes scholars have shown a prefer¬ ence for law, so that the Rhodes students will some day help to fill the ranks of distinguished public men. What are the benefits of residence at Oxford that these scholarships should be considered of such paramount impor¬ tance? In the first place the fact that these picked young men of different parts of the world being brought to¬ gether results in a more complete and sympathetic understanding among them cannot be denied. That the feeling of kinship wall be spread more and more in the process of time, and therefore that closer union preached by the practical dreamer become a reality is a logical consequence to expect. Secondly, the advantages at Oxford are equalled no- The Pioneer Page Elevetf where else in the world, and indirectly at least the countries profit from the ex¬ periences of their representatives. Sport for sport’s sake is one of the finest things existing at Oxford. Here is some¬ thing which, if more prevalent, would benefit the whole world, the United States in particular. Freed from the curse of spectators, there is no finer moral and social training in the world than sport. Under the conditions exist¬ ing at Oxford, the idea that it would be a thousand times better to lose a game than to commit the slightest unfair ac¬ tion does not need to be argued. The absence of spectators takes nothing from the keenness cf the contest, but it makes that keenness a healthy normal human desire to win or do one’s best, rather than a frenzied feeling that the only two courses before the player are victory or suicide. Last and most important of all, wdiich makes the Rhodes scholarships the great serviceable forces they were intended to be, if the young man has the capacity of assimilation, if he can become a part of what he meets, he should return home from Oxford a citizen of the world. He gets out of his experience an interna¬ tional point of view. Our scholar, for instance, come home with the conviction that the United States should play a larger and more generous part in European affairs, that no amount of dis¬ trust of the traditional methods of European diplomacy can make it any less true .that we are among the family of nations in a very small world, rapidly growing smaller. A dreamer, a practical one—the kind that goes to work to make his dreams come true; his genius, a useful one— the kind which is one-tenth inspiration and nine-tenths perspiration, Cecil John Rhodes today is best known as the dia¬ mond king, the empire builder, but the time may come when, above all else, he will be famous as the man who founded the Rhodes Scholarships so important in promoting world peace. Russell Barnes ’26. Currlr ©ration Mr. President, Fellow Classmates, and; Friends: Reading High School is a com¬ paratively old institution, and during its long career, a great many classes have - passed through it. Each of these transient groups, in- • tentionally, or otherwise, left to its suc¬ cessor a legacy which was taken up, per¬ haps lightly and without the full compre¬ hension of its meaning, was added to, and was again passed on. This legacy was tradition, some of which was good, and the rest not SO ' good. In the course of time, those traditions which Avere not worthy passed away, leaving only those A T hich were fine, for they alone could en¬ dure the acid test of years. They now remain, the indelible mark made by classes, many of which are perhaps them¬ selves nearly forgotten, ed. The pupils of Reading High School all are keepers of these traditions but each year, the Seniors, because of their more mature age, and accordingly more sober judgment, have come to consider them-- selves the especial guardians of this,; sacred trust. We, the Class of 1926, are about to, leave. If we have not been able to con¬ tribute anything to our heirloom, we hope that at least we have kept it un¬ tarnished. But now it must pass to other hands, those of next year’s Senior Class. Traditions are seldom concrete things, but rather matters of sentiment. Never¬ theless, as their material symbol, we have chosen the Torch, the eternal emblem of all things lofty and fine. Noav, Mr. President, as representative of the Class 1927, we hope that you will accept this torch with all it signifies. Charles R. Jones ’26, Page Twelve The Pioneer (Class nf Hist HELEN ABBOTT Junior Woman’s Club ’24, ’25, ’26 Senior Play Committee ’26 Pioneer Board ’25, ’26 Senior Picnic Committee ’26 “And ne’er did Grecian chisel trace A nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form or lovelier face” MARGARET ADAMS—‘ ‘ Cubbie ” Ambition: Concert artist (piano) Operetta ’23 Basketball ’24, ’26 Tormentor Board ’25 Junior Senior Reception Com. ’25 Special Chorus ’25, ’26 Junior Woman’s Club ’25, ’26 Captain Basketball ’26 “Good will is the most practical force in the universe” MARGARET BABINE—‘ ‘ Beanie’ ’ Ambition: To grow Tormentor ’26 Costume Committee Senior Play ’26 Office Work ’26 11 A still small voice ’ ’ HELEN BADGER Ambition: To travel Class Basketball ’25 “Hurry, scurry, helter, skelter” FLORENCE BAKER.—‘ ‘ Floga ” Ambition: Government interpreter Graduation Chorus ’25 Senior Play Committee ’26 “A merry heart goes all the day” LOIS BAKER— ' ‘ Loga ’ ’ Ambition: To go around the world Senior Play ’26 Senior Class Ring and Pin Com. ’26 11 Sighed and looked unutterable things” RUSSELL BARNES—“Russ” Ambition: To become a civil engineer Class Basketball ’24, ’25 ’26 Pioneer Board ’25, ’26 Vice-President ’26 Senior Play ’26 Traffic Squad ’26 Fire Squad ’26 “A short saying often contains much wisdom.’ ’ ALDANA BURROWS —‘ ‘ Dana’ ’ Ambition: Certified public accountant Senior Play Candy Committee ’26 “A tale is everything” HENRY CARLETON—“Hennie” Ambition: To be a Professor at R. H. S. Senior Party Committee ’25 Manager of Football ’26 “Wisely and slow: They stumble that run fast” CORNELIA CELL—“Con” Ambition: To amount to something Class Basketball ’23, ’24 Special Chorus ’24 Graduation Chorus ’24, ’25 Junior Women’s Club ’24, ’25 ’26 Varsity Hockey ’25 Varsity Basketball ’25, ’26 Senior Banquet Committee ’26 Senior Card Committee ’26 11 Put on your boldest suit of mirth, For we have friends that propose merriment ” PHYLLIS CLARK—“Phil” Ambition: Stenographer ‘ ‘ All I ask is to be let alone ’ ’ HAROLD COHEN Ambition: To be a physician Tormentor ’25, ’26 Senior Ring and Pin Committee ’26 Senior Picnic Committee ’26 ‘‘ He was so generally civil that nobody thanked him for it ” JOHN CONDON—“Jack” Ambition: First-class machinist: Pageant ’25 Senior Play Committee ’26 11 The man was mechanically turned ’ HELEN CONEFY Ambition: Success in business Senior Picnic Committee ’26 Tormentor Board “The secret of success is constancy” NELCENA COPELAND—“Nellie” Ambition: Secretary Christmas Chorus ’25 Tormentor Board Senior Play ’26 Salutatorian ‘ ‘ Zealous yet modest ’ ’ The Pioneer Page Thirteen WALTON CROCKER —‘ ‘ Sugar’ ’ Ambition: To see this world before the next Class Basketball ’23, ’24, ’25 Varsity Football ’25 Varsity Baseball ’25 Varsity Basketball ’26 Varsity Baseball ’26 Traffic Squad ’26 Fire Squad ’26 “Yes, I hold with firm: persistence” DOROTHY CRONIN — 11 Dot ” Ambition: To be successful ini the business world Special Chorus ’24 Graduation Chorus ’24 Stock Room Assistant ’24, ’25 Senior Play Committee ’26 Tormentor Board “I keep close to my business” ANNIE CROWELL—‘ ‘ Ann” Ambition: Certified Public Accoun¬ tant Tormentor Board ’25 Treasurer ’25, ’26 Senior Play Committee ’26 Commencement Reception ’26 Class Basketball Office Work ’26 Junior Woman’s Club 11 1 ' ll be merry and free I’ll be sad for nae-body” RICHARD CUMMINGS— 1 ‘ Trapper’ ’ Ambition: First Class Machinist Senior Play Committee ’26 Pageant ’25 “Not o’er-stepping the bounds of modesty” WINTHOP CUTCLIFFE—“ Count ” Ambition: “The man whose ambition was to be a waiter” Class Basketball ’23, ’24 Class Treasurer and Secretary ’24, ’25 Class Council ’24 Varsity Basketball ’25, ’26 Traffic Squad ’25, ’26 Varsity Basketball, Captain ’26 Senior Play Committee ’26 Fire Squad ’26 1 i They that govern most, make the least noise’’ HELEN DICKINSON—‘ ‘ Bobbie ” Ambition: Painter ‘ ‘ I would I were a painter ’ ’ EDWIN DOHERTY—“Doc” Ambition: To tame the world and then settle down Football ’23, ’24, ’25 Baseball ’25, ’26 Class. Basketball ’26 Senior Play Scenery Committee ’26 “First in the fight and every graceful deed” , LEONE DOUCETTE—“Zeke” Ambition: Secretary Graduation Chorus ’25 Tormentor Board ’25, ’26 Senior Play Committee ’26 “Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm” WALTER DOUCETTE Ambition: To drain the water out of Jordan Marsh Football ’25 Class Basketball ’25 Senior Play ’26 “He talks of wood; it is some carpen¬ ter ” FLETCHER EAMES Ambiuon: Very ambitious Radio Club Senior Play Committee ’26 Tormentor ‘ 1 A mighty man was he ” CHARLES ELLIS—‘ ‘ Charlie ’ ’ Ambition: Chemical Engineer Round-Up Board ’24, ’25 Pioneer Board ’25, ’26 Head Usher Senior Play ’26 Stationery Committee ’26 Fire Squad ’26 Traffic Squad ’26 Salutatorian ’26 “Deliberation sat on his brow” ALICE ENGLUND—“Al” Ambition: To be of some use in this world Senior Plav Committee ’26 Gift Committee ’26 “Happiness seems made to be shared” VIRGINIA FORBES Ambition: Designer Senior Play Committee ’26 “Patience is powerful” FRANCES FOWLER— 1 ‘ Fran’ ’ Ambition: To grow up Class Basketball ’23 Soccer ’23 Page Fourteen The Pioneer Special Chorus ’23 Class Council ’24 Mannequin ’24, ’25, ’26 Junior Woman’s Club ’24, ’25, ’26 Varsity ’24, ’25, ’26 Hockey ’25 Chairman Jr. Prom ’25 Senior Play Committee ’26 Election Committee ’26 11 A woman is always changeable and capricious” ELEANOR FULTZ— 11 Ellie ” Ambition: To be a traveling com¬ panion to a rich old lady Class Basketball ’23, ’24 Graduation Chorus ’24, ’25 Hockey ’25 Varsity Basketball ’25, ’26 Chairman Stationery Com. ’26 ‘ ‘ Speak then to me who neither beg nor fear” Your favours nor your hate” ERNEST GAW—‘ ‘ Chippie ” Ambition: A, hletic Coach Operetta ’23 Class Basketball ’23, ’24, ’25, ’26 Class Baseball ’23 Debating Club ’24, ’25, ’26 Varsity Basketball ’25, ’26 Varsity Football ’25, ’26 Senior Play Committee ’26 ‘ ‘ I would help others out of a fellow feeling ’ ’ WILLIAM GAW—‘ ‘ Bill ” Ambition: To be as ambitious as a turtle Class Baseball ’23, ’24 Class Basketball ’23, ’24, ’25 Football ’24, ’25 Commencement Committee ’25 Senior Play ’26 “A cheerful life is what the Muses love ” DORIS -GODDARD — 11 Dot, ’ ’ “Dottie” Ambition: Pull teeth Class Basketball ’23 Mannequin ’24, ’25, ’26 Special Chorus ’24, ’25, ’26 Junior Woman’s Club ’24, ’25, ’26 Junior Vice-President ’25 Commencement Reception Co m. ’25 Class Secretary ’26 Manager Basketball ’26 Christmas Cantata ’26 “Pearl of great price” ELMER GOODWIN Picnic Committee ’26 “What nature wants, commodious gold bestows ’ ’ FRANK GRAUPNER Ambition: Nil Educational Play ’24 Tormentor ’24, ’25 Senior Ring Committee ’26 Senior Play Com. ’26 “For I must needs warn the world how fast time speeds” MARCIA HAM— ' ‘ ‘ Marsh ” Ambition: To be an astronomer Secretary Class ’25 Several Class Committees Asst. Mgr. Girls ’ Basketball Special Chorus Junior Woman’s Club 11 The February born will find sin¬ cerity and peace of mind” CONSTANCE HENDON— “Connie” Ambition: To be “So Big” Hockey ’25 Gym Exhibition ’25 Class Basketball ’25 Pres. Girls’ Sewing Club ’26 Stationery Committee ’26 Special Chorus “1 hasten to laugh at everything” ALBERT HODSON—“Al” Ambition: Marine or electrical en¬ gineer Traffic Squad ’26 Fire Squad ’26 Senior Play ’26 Stationery Committee ’26 Class Basketball ‘ When the mind is in a state of uncertainty” HARLAN HOOK—“Hookie” Ambition: To be happy and success¬ ful Secretary Debating Society ’23 Debating Society ’23, ’24, ’25 Round-Up Board ’23 President Debating Society ’24, ’25 Pioneer Board ’24, ’25, ’26 Graduation Chorus ’24, ’25 Asst. Business Manager Pioneer ’25 Tormentor Board ’25, ’26 Double Quartet ’25, ’26 Traffic Squad ’25, ’26 Fire Squad ’25, ’26 The Pioneer Page Fifteen Business Mgr. Tormentor ’25, ’26 Memorial Day Play ’26 Business Manager Pioneer ’26 Gift Committee ’26 Chairman Senior Play Ticket Com. Class Historian ’26 ‘ 1 1 have no precious time at all to spend ” WENDELL HORTON — 11 Winnie’ ’ Ambition: Journalist Class Basketball ’25 Chairman Class Motto Committee ’26 Ch. Costume Com. Senior Play ’26 Debating Club ’26 Varsity Basketball ’26 “Gaily I live as ease and nature taught’ ’ JOHN BEOOKS HOWARD, Jr.— “Johnny,” “Brooksie” Ambition: To elucidate the realm; of North American Avifauna and per¬ haps to discover Echinodermata, Pseu- doscorpicnida and Crustae. Debating Club ’23, ’24 Christmas Play ’24 Secretary Debating Club ’24, ’25 Radio Club ’24, ’25 Health Play ’25 Pageant ’25 President ' Debating Club ’25 Chairman Xmas Card Committee ’25 Traffic Squad ’25, ’26 Fire Squad ’25, ’26 Tormentor Board ’25, ’26 Senior Play ’26 Memorial Play ’26 Sports Committee ’26 i Class Prophecy ’26 ‘-‘Go forth under the open sky, and list to nature’s teachings” JOHN INGALLS—“Jack” Ambition: A secret Class Basketball Pioneer Board ’25, ’26 Tormentor Board 11 The place to be happy is here, The time to be happy is now’’ CHARLES R. JONES—“ Dobby” Ambition: To be a free man Round-Up ’23 ’24 Pageant ’25 Fire Squad ’25, ’26 Class President ’25, ’26 Pioneer Board ’25 ’26 Editor Pioneer ’25, ’26 Commencement Reception ’25 “He is free who lives as he wishes to live.’ ’—Epictetus 11 Tho ’ modest on unembarrassed brow Nature has written ‘ Gentleman’ ” DORIS KENNEY—“Dot” Ambition: To be a private secretary Indian Club Exhibition ’25 Stationery Committee ’26 Picnic Committee ’26 “Contentment furnishes constant joy” EVELYN LEWIS—“Vlyn” Senior Play Committee ’26 ‘ 1 Silence is more musical than speech ” H. LYMAN I ‘ Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look’’ DONALD LYONS—‘ ‘ Ding ’ ’ Class President ’23, ’24 Class Basketball ’26 Football—Captain Elect ’26 Basketball Mgr. ’26 Senior Play Committee ’26 Pioneer ’24, ’25 ’26 Jr. Prom Committee ’25 Baseball ’25 Tormentor ’25 Football ’23, ’24, ’25 Round-Up Dance Committee ’24 Round-Up ’23 Fire Squad ’22, ’23 Student Council ’22, ’23, ’24 Picnic Committee ’26 Chairman Sports Committee Class Will ’26 “Joy rides in me, like a summer’s moon” ALLEN MAXWELL — 11 Mac’ ’ Tormentor ’26 II An ounce of enterprise is worth a pound of privilege ” DOROTHY McCLINTOCK—‘ ‘ Dot ’ ’ Ambition,: Bookkeeper or steno¬ grapher Senior Play Candy Committee ’26 “I have learned in whatsoever state I am therewith to be content” FRANCES McINTIRE—‘ ‘ Frannie’ ’ Ambition: To excel Fannie Farmer “I never with important air On conversation overbear ” Page Sixteen The Pioneer RUSSELL MEIKLE—‘ ‘ Russ ” Ambition: To Travel Class Basketball ’23, ’24, ’25, ’26 Senior Play Committee ’26 Chairman Gift Committee ’26 11 The force of his own merit makes his way” EDITH MELLEN —‘ 1 Ted’ ’ Ambition: To finish school Junior Woman’s Club ’24 Senior Play Committee ’26 “ Silence is commendable” ELIZABETH MERCER— ‘ ‘ Betty, ” ( ‘ Beth’ ’ Ambition: Concert pianist Field Hockey ’25 Tormentor Board Senior Play Committee ’26 Special Chorus ’26 Stock Room Assistant ’26 “ Mistress of herself though China falls” VIRGINIA MERRILL— ‘ 1 Gin,’ ’ 11 Ginny ” Ambitioni: To become Governor of Mass, or President of the United Stages. In working up I shall follow the vocation of kindergarten teacher Hockey Team ’25 Captain Basketball ’25 Varsity Basketball ’26 Ch. Senior Play Candy Com. ’26 ‘ 1 The most magnificent sign of wisdom is continual cheerfulness” KATHLEEN MERRITT — 11 Kay ’ ’ Orchestra 11 Genius must be born and never can be taught’ ’ MABEL MERRITT —‘ 1 Maybe ’ ’ “She has a gift to feel A pleasantness, a mirth In all quiet things” MARION MEUSE—“Mam” Ambition: To be kikten on the keys Special Chorus “Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory” HAZEL MORRISON—“Haz” Ambition: C. P. A. Junior-Senior Reception Com. ’25 Junior Woman’s Club Fashion Show ’26 Picnic-Lunch Committee ’26 High School Orchestra “No question is ever settled Until it is settled right” ROBERT MOYER— 1! ‘ Bob ” Ambition: To become a scientific and electrical engineer Junior Reception Committee ’25 Picture Committee ’26 Picnic Committee ' 26 President Radio Club ’26 Class Basketball Tormentor “With all good grace to grace a gentleman ” MURIEL MUSSELLS— —“Mima,” “Red” Ambition: Artist Graduation Chorus ’25 Style Show ’26 Senior Play ’26 ‘ ‘ A flaming meteor shone for hair’ ’ FRANK NORTON —‘ ‘ Franky” Graduation Chorus ’23, ’24, ’25 Debating Club ’24 Football ’24, ’25 Male Octet ’25 Christmas Cantata ’25 Easter Cantata ’25 Senior Ring and Pin Committee Senior Dance Committee Senior Play ’26 “Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre” GARRIT OLDENBROOK Amibition: Chemical or electrical en¬ gineer Baseball ’25 Senior Play ’26 Class Elections ’26 “So much one man can do, That does both act and know” VIRGINIA PARSONS —‘ ‘ Ginny ’ ’ Ambition: Artist Graduation Chorus ’25 Basketball ’25 11 Like to an island in the sea Stands your personality” LAWRENCE PARTELOW—“Buff” Ambition: Physician of some kind Five Squad ’26 Debating Team ’26 Varsity Basketball ’25, ’26 Chairman Senior Dance Com. ’25 The Pioneer Page Twenty-one You don’t believe me? Figure it out for yourself, then by means of logs, sines, tangents, sulphuric, acid, or even Latin and you will see that 15,552,000 seconds is as near right as can be and leave the historian with a clear con¬ science. Here’s the method: 180 days, for 4 years, at six hours a day, times the next smaller division of time which Mr. Pope has so instilled into our minds, by means of numerous problems, and your answer will be 15,552,000 seconds. It lias taken us that length of time to make history. Now let us survey our own narrative of what we, as civilized men and women, have thought and done in past times. The first thing to do is to “make a rapid preliminary survey of the material to be covered” and “with a flying start” we can review our brief, yet vastly important history. Prehistoric First we have a period known as Pre¬ historic, or before written records. This period is brief enough in that it covers about 12 years of time, when we as youngsters succeeded in doing what was all wrong and never remembered to do the right thing, though we did succeed in learning our R’s, you know what three. But we progressed through this period in lightning style with the help of our brilliant predecessors, including many teachers and our beloved principal, Miss Alice Barrows. Does this prehistoric age seem vague to you, peculiar, or even funny? If it does you can take part in the dumb-bell drill, which has been so well demonstrat¬ ed by some of our girls during Education Week. Ancient Out of this era of antiquity we pass to another, which covers two years of time. This time, our Ancient History, was well spent for we became better pre¬ pared, if you will recall the words of Dr. Barker, “to do what has to be done, wdien it ought to be done, whether we like to do it or not.” During that period, so ancient and so honorable, many events occurred. From a state of barbarism, we progressed until we became real thinkers, and organized a democratic, self-governing group at our class meetings. “Ding” Lyons became our president and also a member ofthe Student Council. 11 Fran ’ ’ Porch and “ A1 ” Levenson were elected to the Round-Up Board. “Fran” also became a note-worthy Ciceronian and has orated to “Dobbie” Jones, our president, ever since. “Pete” South- wick, “Ma” Adams, “Dobbie” Jones, and “Chippie” Gaw lent their voices to touching, yet pitiful harmony, in the operetta “A Lass of Limerick Town.” The varsity girls’ basketball team cap¬ tured “Buster” Harvey, who once was ours, as our representative. With heart¬ felt affection, we extended sympathy to “King” Jarvis while he swelled up with the mumps. Next “Dot” Goddard and 11 Hooky” were made Round-Up desper¬ ados who attempted to capture news from their lazy classmates. However, lest I bore you, we must remember that famous Durfee game and the clever work of our basketball stars of the season,, 1 ‘ Beth ” Fowler and ‘ ‘ Mic. ” But we were kept busy sprinting for Coach Tay¬ lor, and answering in tones that allowed no discussion, ‘ 1 1 have no oral theme to day.’ ; Ancientl (continued) The teachers needed a vacation, so we followed suit and took ten weeks, coming back fresh, but not Freshmen, for an¬ other 180 days. We chose “Ding” ' president again, with “Count” Cutcliffe,. secretary-treasurer, and “Jack” Ingalls, as “Ding’s” assistant. Those were the good old days w T hen we had such dignified and austere gentle¬ men as “Ben” Nichols, “Elsie” Hill and “Van” for upper classmen. “Van” showed his dignity when he acclaimed, “A zebra is a sport model jack-ass.” At this time we had a clever young man known as “Chass” Ellis enter our class, and he contributed bushels of poetry to the Round-Up. As real and genuine floormen, we evened up in the class series of basketball losing 3 games and taking as many in return. “Ma” Adams, “Buster” Harvey, and “Fran” Fowler made the girls’ varsity basketball team and they showed up the green and white in flying array. “Jack” Spear was our private repre¬ sentative to the boys’ varsity team. The Senior play, “Rose o’ Plymouth ' Page Twenty-two The Pioneer Town, ’’ was witnessed by us and also the gracious gift of the same class to “Doc” Doherty, ‘‘a cake of Palmolive soap to keep his school girl complexion.” Yet those days soon vanished and we passed to a more blissful time known as the Medieval Period. Medieval A year, or if you like percent better, 25% of our history-making is included in this period. “Fran” Porch, “Dob¬ bie” Jones, “Ding” Lyons, and “Chass” Ellis represented us upon the Round-Up Board as literary characters and “Hooky” held the assistant managership and the Board dast not refuse us. Nevertheless w T e were still in the 1 Dark Ages ’ ’ and we presented some mighty and noble warriors for the foot¬ ball team, ‘ 1 Doc” Doherty, 1 ‘ Ding ’ ’ Lyons, and ‘ ‘ Paully ’ ’ Clements. 11 Our little Helen ” Badger wrote her nation-wide play entitled ‘ 1 Patent Medi¬ cine.” The Copley Theatre audience ap¬ preciated it, though the patent ran out and we just missed a noble prize. The Junior Prom came next with “Fran” Fowler chairman, and Marcia Ham, 11 Ma ” ' Adams, ‘ ‘ Ding ’ ’ Lyons, and 11 Jack’ ’ Spear as assistants. It was quite the affair and needless to say it is well remembered. With a knack all his own, 1 ‘ Chass’ ’ Ellis continued to present poetry to the Pioneer. In the early spring an intruder came to R. H. S. and took away ‘ ‘ our ’ ’ Miss Abbott. We soon recovered and things changed to the “Renaissance” period. “Jack” Spear, “Count” Cutcliffe, and ‘ 1 Buff ” Partelow with ‘ 1 Ding ’ ’ Lyons as assistant manager reported as our agents for basketball. With no regard to seniority the Sophomores captured the class basketball series from us, though 1 ‘ Sug’ ’ Crocker and ‘ ‘ Buff ’ ’ Partelow made the all-class team. “Johnny” Howard held out as presi¬ dent of the Debating Club and became famous as a debater and humorist, most¬ ly the latter. We were then well “re¬ vived ’ ’ and crushed our final exams in 1 ‘ steam roller’ ’ fashion and topped off by tendering a dance to the Seniors. This affair was well taken care of by “little Annie ’ ’ Crowell aided by Marcia Ham, Hazel Morrison, “Dobbie” Jones, “Bob” Moyer and ‘ 1 Ding” Lyons. A few days passed by and we saw such notables as “Hilly,” “Van,” and “Bob” Merritt evacuate. With one loud and triumphant acclaim, w T e took posses¬ sion of R. II. S. as supreme rulers of the student body. To date we had covered almost 11,500,- 000 seconds of the 15,552,000 seconds of our school life. Urged by the dying words of Anaxagoras, “Give the boys a holi¬ day, ” we departed for a brief relapse before we entered the well-known, much- talked of period known as Modern His¬ tory. Modern History This era constitutes a most important part of World History and also of the history of the Class of 1926. We fairly dove into the ‘ 1 Tormentor” work and out of habit swamped the “Pioneer” Board with “Dobbie” Jones, and “Fran” Porch, joint editors, and a staff composed of “Ding” Lyons, “Glass” Ellis, Helen Abbott and 1 ‘ Russ” Barnes, while “Hooky” held the check book, with Mr. Halpin cautiously watching his every scribble. The first issue of the 11 Pioneer’ ’ to meet the eye of modern scholars was pre¬ sented with all but seven articles labelled ’26. Most of them bore the immortal seal of our president, “C. J. ’26.” In this issue we intended to reveal what our teachers did in the summer time, but the interviews were quite tame, -as many were too bashful to give details and personal lights which would add much to such narratives. ‘ ‘ Chippie’ ’ and ‘ ‘ Billy” Gaw, 11 Doc ’ ’ Doherty, and “Tommy” Phillips with “Hennie” Carleton, manager, reported for football duty with the squad. Then came another 11 Pioneer ’ ’ with but four articles of other brand than ’26. ‘ ‘ Buff” Partelow managed a Senior Party for us, which was a delightful af¬ fair, especially financially. When the Christmas cantata was presented “Dot” Goddard, “Ma” Adams, “Pete” South- wick, ‘ ‘ Mil ’ ’ Scanlon, ‘ ‘ Franky’ ’ Norton, ‘ ‘ Tommy” Phillips, and 11 Hooky,” like so many angels, carolled “Good will to men. ” The day passing rapidly, we saw our The Pioneer Page Twenty-three fiery captain “Count” Cutcliffe, with 1 ‘ Sug ’ ’ Crocker, 11 Winnie ” Horton, “Jack” Spear, and “Buff” Partelow on the floor as our defenders, while “Ding” Lyons held the manager’s hold. The girls presented “Ma” Adams, as captain, with “Gin’’ Merrill, “Fran” FoAvler, “Uppie” Upton, “Elly’’ Fultz, and 11 Connie ’ ’ Cell as mates for the girls’ varsity team in basketball. To break the strain of sports and otherwise we had double doses of school, especially College English. But we had such brilliant classmates as ‘ ‘ Franky” Norton, who relieved the tension by dramatically reciting three lines from Macbeth, “Hail, hail, hail.’’ Our Senior play, ‘ 1 The Thirteenth Chair,” which w T as a huge and. delightful success came next. 11 Kay ” Sweetser, Louise Richardson, “Fran’’ Porch, Muriel Mussells, Helen Reed, Lois Baker, Nelcena Copeland, “Franky” Norton, “Russ’’ Barnes, “Buggie” Eames, Walter White, Walter Doucette, Garrit Oldenbrook, “Al” Hodson, “Tommy” Phillips, and “Billy” Gaw were the cast. The committee chairmen were “Winnie” Horton, costumes; “Jack” Condon, properties; “Elbe” Weale, scenery; “Uppie” Upton, publicity; and ‘ 1 Hooky ” tickets. 11 Johnny ” Howard and “Bob” Moyer lent valuable aid to the production. Miss Francois of Boston, with the able help of Miss Pratt and Miss Warren coached the play, which was presented two nights. The financial returns w T ell watched by Miss Pratt’s scrutinizing organs of vision were very complete and gratifying, and might be boasted of, if we were not always so modest. Because of this fund, we are en¬ joying a happy and inexpensive gradu¬ ation. “Old Wales” body, the football dum¬ my, just a few days after the play, had to be carried to the attic and in the process “Dobbie” Jones with the grace of a dignified president of this, the Class of 1926, proceeded to ostentatiously slip through the ceiling of Room B much to Miss Ames’ horror. Being far from musical geniuses, we tired out poor Mr. Wilson and he had to leave for quieter work. I’m sure Miss Pratt will tell us it was a wise and very sane move. The baseball season opened w r ith Boyd Stewart, manager, and some Senior squad men, “Sug” Crocker, “Winnie” Horton, “Doc” Doherty, and “Jack” Spear as our representatives. The skirmish that alwavs comes in preparation for graduation came for us, of course. We had class meetings, class meetings, class meetings, and class meet¬ ings. Walter White was chosen chairman of picnic; ‘ ‘ Ding’ Lyons, sports; Muriel Mussells, banquet; “Russ” Meikle, gift; and ‘ ‘ Ma ’ ’ Adams, class elections. Some were also chosen to strut-their- stuff tonight at this honorable banquet. After quite a discussion as is common on any important question, we chose to go to Provincetown for the picnic. Who will ever forget it? If you do forget to remember June 16, 1926, then turn to the poem called “The Secret of the Sea” which runs: 1 ‘ Ah, what pleasant visions haunt me, As I gaze upon the sea! ” Commencement has cast its shadow over us and not a Senior knows where to go, and what to do next. These are busy days. In this state of affairs we close the pages of our class history. Yet, stay, my good classmates and re¬ call with me what we have written on the book of time. For 259,200 minutes, as 87 of the selected young people of Reading, we have journeyed down the path of events. We have traversed 15 classrooms. 2 labora¬ tories, 3 offices, a lunch room, and a gym in this good old R. H. S. We have tread the 211 stairs which have served us with musical accompaniment as elevators for 4320 hours past. We have been trained by 30 different teachers, 2 prin¬ cipals, 1 superintendent of schools, 2 chairmen of the School Committee, a dean of girls, 2 janitors, a janitress, a school doctor, a school nurse, 3 instruc¬ tors in music, and other helpful super¬ numeraries. Now we are ready for the battle of life, with our hand on the scrimmage line and a confidence that these our coach¬ es, are backing us, while the underclass¬ men cheer from the sidelines, as we take Page Twenty-four The Pioneer our plunge into the world. We have played our part as sojourners in the land of education. Now we are ready to make private entries on the book of time and the pages of history. As we sever to make these personal entries, may we take with us those closing w T ords of Longfellow’s “Psalm of Life”: And, departing leave behind us, Footprints, on the sands of time. Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o’er Life’s solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing may take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. Harlan! J. Hook ’ 26 . for lljr (Class of In order to bring you to the full real¬ ization of how I came to possess the fol¬ lowing facts let me relate my experi¬ ences : My name is Alzabar P. Blop. I am by profession an Ornithologist sent out by the Smithsonian Institution for the pur¬ poses of research. I set up my base at the junction of the Ipswich and Amazon rivers and proceeded with investigations. The second day out I chanced upon a ver¬ itable “find” in the common vernacular. In the tip of a three foot scrub pine there was found a bird hithertofore con¬ sidered extinct, The Apteryx Australis or Flightless Kiwi, with a wing spread of twenty-seven feet. Of course we crept upon him unper¬ ceived and I put three large pieces of rock salt on the first and second primaries of his folded wings—enough to disable any bird. After he had been apparently subdued I sat astride him to observe his bright Vermillion auriculars the better. Suddenly, without a bit of warning, I found myself ten feet up in the air and rising rapidly. There was not a thing to do but hold on tightly and hope. Up, up, and up he circled. The earth began to round out, to recede and shrink in size. It became a small globe, a dot, and still we went up. After what seemed an interminable time I began to feel a sensation of light and warmth. Then we stopped and I raised my head to find myself at the Pearly Gates with St. Peter peering out at me. Apparently we had arrived. However, I fear I am taking too much time, so let it suffice to state that I spent several delightful days with St. Peter, during which I was shown many mys¬ teries. One of these was the new photoradio- active camera by the aid of which one is enabled to photograph any person, scene, or place on any world. Naturally I became interested and with the kind per¬ mission of Saint Peter I was able to secure some unusual likenesses of the members of the class in which I was rather a drab member. These I brought back with me and it is now my privilege to show them to you. It is altogether fitting and proper that I first present the one under whose guid¬ ance we were brought together in the stately conclaves of our senior year— Mr. or rather, Captain Charles Bice J ones. Captain Jones is one of the few of our class who realized his ambition. That was, in his case, to become a sea captain. Now, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Captain Jones, commander of the ocean-going swan “Lydia P.” Next let us see the second in command of our 1926 class—Mr. Bussell C. Barnes. Mr. Barnes, I believe, set his mind on becoming a civil engineer. I am glad to say that he, too, realized his hopes. He now has charge of a whole elevator in the one-storied La Page skyscraper. You notice he is very civil to ladies. I now put in the gilhickey which en¬ abled me to see in unknown countries. The first person I endeavored to see was Miss Lois Baker, the feminine Burton Holmes. She was then in Argoland, a province of Yap. Her travelogues are quite remarkable. I next turned to the case of Miss Flor¬ ence Baker, the Government Interpreter. She has just finished interpreting and checking up, the interpretations which The Pioneer Page Twenty-five another interpreter has just interpreted, that is, interpretingly speaking, of course. Then I sought out Miss Cornelia Cell. Miss Cell, you know, is seeing the world as the living skeleton, with Barnum and Bailey’s. She weighs at present, fifty pounds, more or less. At this moment I happened to remem¬ ber a Miss Conefy in our class. Well, I didn’t have to search far for her, for she is so high in the business world that the camera picked her up very easily. She had just, at that time, graduated from the college of the Shredded Wheat, other¬ wise known as the Atlantic and Pacific. Speaking of the high and majestic positions reminds me of Chief Mate Elmer Goodwin. For several days I in¬ vestigated Mr. Goodwin’s case in hopes that I might get him in his most typical and grand position and I finally secured a picture. As I turned the camera around I hap¬ pened to pass by the ‘‘unknown country ’ ’ post with an unlooked for result. If I had not gone past this position I never would have caught Mr. Sherwood Upton in his native haunts. He is now, as you are perhaps well aware of, the wild man with Barnum and Bailey’s. He was theii in his native wfilds practicing for the summer season. With the same organization there are two other members of our class. I say two but I hardly know whether to call the Scanlon twins two or one. Because of their peculiar affinity for each other they have now grown together and are Pilled as the ‘ 1 only original Siamese twins there ever were or was. ’ ’ While talking about foreign countries it may be well to take a peek at our old friend Frank Graupner. Frank, you know, is now head of the Oshkosh, Maine, fire department. We were able to get him very busily occupied at his business. Now, to come back to the good old U. S. A. let us look at Miss Virginia Forbes who is now an artist. In this scene she is painting a water color of an autumn sunset in May, in oil. From; the looks of it it should find a ready cus¬ tomer. A short ways from this the camera picked up a very striking advertisement. It was one which caught the eye at once. From the Maxfield Parrish color scheme I recognized it at once as the work of Miss Elizabeth Berry. You know she does all the advertising for the Gargle Tooth Powder Company wdiich or iginated the saying, “Four out of every five have it, the other knows where to get it.” As the camera was still on the “art” connection I swung the lens about to see what else I might pick up. I was agree¬ ably surprised to come across Miss Ella Weale who now resides in the Latin quarter of Venice. She does facial por¬ traits and art studies now wholly. They say she put the ‘ 1 art ” in artistic, so high has she risen. However, “Art” takes in more than mere paint daubers, so as I continued to turn the lens I came across several of my old classmates. The first of these was that celebrated midget, Miss Mar¬ garet Adams, who is now making good in the concert line where she has become a famous pianist. It takes a good piano to keep up with her. To the music world of fame our class of 1926 has added many personalities. Besides Miss Adams I came across a Miss Elizabeth Mercer who represents ‘ 1 finesse ” in the way of extracting melody out of one mere piano. The next one to be seen was Miss Kathleen Merritt, the noted violin vir¬ tuoso. She is now touring the country. Unfortunately, however, I was only able to see her in her own suite where she was playing to her one perpetual audience. The next to be viewed was Miss Esther Southwick, the famous designer of clothing. Miss Southwick, to sum it up in brief, is to design what cloth is to clothes. In this scene she is por- tiayed at her best liked study. Another addition to the music world from our class is Madame Mussells, the concert soprano. It is said that one hundred thousand people hear her flute¬ like bass notes a year. That is recom¬ mendation plus to any one. While we are discussing the stage let us turn to the male section of the class and see what they have to offer. There are not so many but still it was to be expected. The first person to be noticed was a person almost unknown to me. His Page Twenty-six The Pioneer name? It almost slipped my mind, ah, yes, Donald Lyons. “Ding” as he is called in the common vernaculars, is now on Keith’s circuit. He has a rather fetching little act entitled, 1 ‘ The Lyon’s Den.” A little apart from the stage, but still adaptable, is the case of Mr. John In¬ galls, otherwise known as “Mugwump” Ingalls. He is a native dance instructor to the Navajo Indians on their reserva¬ tions. Here his rather sparse hair is in good standing. Now let us put the dial on the space marked “Business.” Immediately the slide is full of faces for in the strict business world our class has had much to do. The first of these to be seen was Mr. David Riseman. Mr. Riseman now has a flourishing business in New York. In¬ deed, as many clients call to see him as do any others. This is because of his business policy, ‘ ‘ Give all, take none. ’ ’ Just outside of New York there is a pretty little island called Coney Island. On this island I happened to look and there I saw Mr. John Condon. He is the head machinist for all the three popcorn machines there in duty now. This made me think of the other mem¬ bers of our class mechanically declined. So I immediately looked for Mr. Otis Symonds. I was not long in finding him for he was situated not far from Mr. John Condon. He now has an enviable position in the great Ford factory at Osmond, New York. Not far from here we found the large establishment of “Mr. Walter Doucette and Co., Cabinet Makers de Luxe. ’ ’ Mr. Doucette was to be seen himself taking measurements for a cabinet. These cabinets have to be made very strong as to resist the action of the moist dirt which surrounds them. We Avondered hoAV he could keep up such a large business, but as I turned the camera around I came upon the very evident reason. It was in the shape of a small sign which explained to the world at large that a Dr. Harold Cohen, M. D., was to be found inside. Mr. Harold Cohen now does a rushing business. Rush ’em in, rush ’em off to Walter. Rush the next one in. As I kneAV that many in our class had had ambitions to become Scientists I now turned the dial to “Science.” The first 11 scientist” to be met was Dr. Edwin Doherty P. D. 2. Dr. Doherty had just finished a startling experiment. So startling, in fact, that I believe he is still confined in the Massachusetts Gen¬ eral although his chances of recovery are good they tell me. Another chemical engineer who has risen from the ranks of the R. H. S. Class of 1926 is Robert Cornelius Moyer, C. O. D. He is shown engaged in mix¬ ing chemicals within his own domain. The next place I looked up was the concern of Oldenbrook and Ellis, Elec¬ trical Engineers. The first to be visible was Mr. Ellis.. He was engaged in testing w r hether a large generator Avas connected up right or not. It Avas! His partner, Mr. Oldenbrook, the cele¬ brated Physicist, was found outside with no hat nor coat standing in the rain Avhile a thunderstorm raged all around him. He had hold of a metal kite string Avhich was connected to a large metal kite. In the other hand he grasped a large copper key. Just as Ave got him in focus the heavens were rent asunder with a terrific flash of lightning. Of course Oldenbrook’s hair rose and he passed out, totally, completely, and as a whole, but lie- assured us later that it Avas only due to the thoughts of the power going to waste up there. He Avas proving Benny wrong. Another ‘ ‘ scientist ’ ’ in our class Avas Miss Marcia Ham. It was she who dis¬ covered that there was no boA r ine extract in the milky Avay. At one time she dis¬ covered seventy-six and one-third new stars. This was the day she slipped on the ice. While not strictly a scientist, Miss Annie Crowell has got her business doAvn to a science so Ave will class her under this title. She is noAv a Certified Public Accoun¬ tant for the H. P. Hood Steel Company. She is also a Certified and Guaranteed Private Accountant as her husband’s pants can well testify. Another one who has also perfected his calling to a science is the Honorable Thomas Henry Phillips. When I say The Pioneer Page Twenty-seven chilling I mean in more ways than one because Sir Thomas is now official door tender and taxi caller for Henry Ford’s Submarine Taxi Service. But the greatest figure in our class, without doubt, is Miss Frances Fowler. Miss Fowler, to use her maiden name, is of majestic proportions, a massive figure, figuratively speaking. She is now run¬ ning a home for demented basketball players. Always full, too, of course I mean the home. Another majestic figure is that of Professor Henry Carleton, C. U. The C. U. stands for Culinary Artist, at which profession Henry ranks second to none. E. H. S. is very lucky to have Henry as senior chef. The fourth person of considerable equitorial protuberance to be seen is Mr. Ernest Gaw, Athletic Coach par excel- lance. Mr. Gaw is now devoting his entire time to the advancement of the noble games of marbles. The next group to be investigated is in a class by itself. This is the list of Private Secretaries—plus which we had in our class, together with other places of business: Miss Phyllis Clark—The I Bunkam Co., Beal Estate. Miss Nelcena- Copeland—Francis Brothers’ Pharmacy. Miss Leone Doucette—B. H. S., the second. Miss Dorothy McClintock—Boston Ele¬ vated Subway Co. Miss Marion Meuse—booking agent for Meuse Troupe of Giant Acrobats. Miss Dorothy Cronin—has charge of the great 13 book memorial library at Beading. Any of these can be guaranteed to mis¬ place, lose, forget, and neglect each and every note which they are trusted with. The next knob to the “ Secretary” one happened to be the one labeled “Beach” so I turned to it thinking as I did that is was rather foolish to expect anything in this direction; but, no, I was amply repaid because I found a Mr. Henry Lyman who was in my class of ’26. He is now a life saver at Bex Beach and re¬ ceives on the average of three hundred and eight proposals a century, especially from school teachers. Not far from this beach there was a famous summer resort. In this resort there is a hill. On this hill there is a path. On that path I found Miss Elea¬ nor Fultz. She is now the travelling companion to a widow Malore, who weighs at present two hundred and eighty-five. Next we discover Miss Doris Goddard in a pure white uniform creating teeth for those who have none left. Miss God¬ dard, D. D. S., is now the foremost bi¬ cuspid artist in the country. As I passed from place to place I felt the desire to take a peek at my old high school. So I turned to it and there I had one of the surprises of my life. I turned just in time to see Miss Edith Mellen touch a match to a long fuse which came from under the building. You know her ambition was to finish school. The sight of this, so struck me with remorse that I turned to Paris, France, to seek consolation. As I turned up and down the streets I suddenly came upon a familiar figure. It was that of Miss Shirley Upton, the internationally known buyer. She was here to chose from a complete stock of new styles for Ameri¬ can use. In Toujours, France, I ran across Miss Katherine Sweetser who now dictates what the fashionable people shall wear. She has one of her many mansions here in this beautiful little village. You know she rules the society world on both sides of the drink. From France I journeyed to Arabia where I found Shiek John Spear. The Shiek was then setting out on a three days’ journey around the world. He had the most wonderful tent I have ever seen, solid concrete. He spends his time now travelling. But the record for travelling is un¬ doubtedly ' held by Miss Jeanette Under¬ wood. Each day she does at least three hundred miles. The peculiar part is that she always ends at the same place. She now is head of a great taxi company. The second prize for distance covered goes to Mr. Boyd Stewart, whom I found at his home at Squeeclunk, Mo. Every night Mr. Stewart starts at one end of the hall and then back in a monotonous Page Twenty-eight The Pioneer sentinel tramp. Up and dow he goes until silence reigns when he seeks five minutes’ peace. At this time I felt the need to try an¬ other subject so I turned to the stop en¬ titled “Musical.” I had an idea that perhaps Professor A. F. Simpson could be found here. Yes, he could and was. M}r. Simpson is now a great organist known the town over. At the same time I met Mr. Paul Wil¬ son who plays a real violin in a real or¬ chestra. I hear he gets his full meal every time he plays! We next come to one of the most humorous subjects in the whole list. It is the case of Captain Walter C. White. He is shown in full regalia of his rank as captain of the Rear Admiral’s Horse Marines. As Mr. White is very hungry he is dreaming of our classmate Mr. Walton “Fish” “Sugar” Crocker, the versatile ba Iketball-er-manufacturer of Ashkosh County, Arkansas. Near Mr. Crocker resides Mr. Richard Cummings, the celebrated eye-opener for near-sighted potatoes. Mr. Cummings is kept very busy in spite of his rather common profession. It was at Albermarle, Ohio (paging Mrs. Davis), that I found our friend Mr. Winthrop Cuteliffe. Mr. Cutcliffe as you perhaps know, is now the head of the Waiters’ Union of America. He has offices at his mammoth Ocean View Inn at Albermarle. Mr. Cutcliffe has a very able and effi¬ cient secretary, Miss Aldana Burrows. Miss Burrows has charge of all secre¬ tarial and clerical work done in the Wait¬ ers’ Union. A very high and respected position. Perhaps you didn’t know in ’26 we had a poetess in our midst. However, we did, and now we can claim as our own Miss Margaret Babine, the world-renowned lyric poet. Miss Babine is shown now putting atmosphere into a stone-age poem. In the same house with Miss Babine resides another giant, Miss Helen Dick¬ inson. Miss Dickinson has just been pre- ented a solid zinc medal for proficiency in Auto-painting. You know its all the rage now. She takes after her father. From there I skipped back to New York where by means of my wonderful camera I was able to photograph Mr. Fletcher Eames, the second Earl Carroll, at his domestic study of washing the dog in the sink. He had quite a write-up in the papers about it. It w r as in New York that I came across Mr. William Gaw T , the sole proprietor of the Hayseed Center combined Haber¬ dashery and Cafeteria. Mr. Gaw was then engaged in taking stock of the score for the rush season. He had already purchased the necessary 3 sets of overalls and two plows. While in New York I heard of the im¬ pending arrival of Miss Francis Porch so with all haste I rushed down to the dock via the camera and there I had quite a surprise. I met Chief Engineer Albert Hodson. Mr. Hodson had been testing his self-inking oil can and was quite overjoyed. As I turned to leave this interesting scene I came lens face with a very familiar figure. It vcas Mr., or rather Deacon Hook. Harlan is now president cf the Watch and Word Plus Society and was just reconnoitering. He was engaged in questioning Mr. Wendell Horton, the promising young journalist. Mr. Horton now has ab¬ solute rule over every corner from West to Forty-ninth Streets. I next turned the lens back to Reading. Here I found many of our former class¬ mates. The first was Miss Helen Badger, the dancer. Miss Badger is now teaching aesthetic dancing. She had quite a fol¬ lowing now T . At Reading High I found Madame Reed who is now teaching Franc ais. Miss Reed speaks French so fluently that even the French cannot understand her. From this department I went to the English classrooms and found Miss Louise Richardson in charge. This lady now teaches all the Freshmen and she looks all w r orn out. If she had had us to teach she would have been totally worn out. From Reading High I skipped to the Abbott-Porch School of Medieval Plumb¬ ing which is located in North Reading. It now has a total enrollment of 13 in- The Pioneer Page Twenty-nine dueling the teachers. After this I turned to Boston for prospects. In this city I saw the firm of Maxwell, Maxwell and Maxwell, elec¬ trical contractors. Unluckily Mr. Max¬ well was out but I was able to see the concern. The next person I perceived was Mr. Bussell Meikle, the lecturer and traveller. Mr. Meikle has kept a record of one set of his journeys which I believe would be very interesting, but as this is his per¬ sonal diary I doubt if we can see it. In Notabigga Park in Attabasco, Ver¬ mont, I first saw our man of leisure, Mr. Frank Norton. Mr. Norton w T as at that time bound for South America for the winter. With him was Mr. Lawrence Parte’ow who also was journeying south for the winter. Mr. Partelow has quite a few residences along the route. He blows bubbles for a living now. Perhaps yuu don’t know that Miss Elizabeth Berry is now making good as a big game hunter in the wilds of Bhod-: Island. She has just presented three skins of rare ring-tailed whoopenblatt to the Governor! Cur cute Miss Alice Englund, the financial wizard, now holds an office open on Canal Street, Boston, where she is showing Ponzi the dust. Leave it to Alice. Another person who is a P. C. A. is Miss Constance Hendon. In fact, she has her alcove on the forty-third story of the Woolv orth Building; that’s how high sne is getting. Miss Doris Kenney, with no ambition, is at home doing cross-word puzzles, in a cnair filled about her with cobwebs. One of our classmates washed to become President of the United States. Well all I can say is that Miss Merrill is now Pres- of the er- United States- Tooth¬ pick Company! But, as time presses, I will merely record the names of some of the other classmates, together with their businesses. Miss Hazel Morrison—B. M. steam¬ ship line. Miss Evelyn Lev ' is—The ‘ 1 Beadem and Weep” Joke Book Pub. Co. Miss Frances Mclntire—A Shaunessy’s laundry. Miss Mabel Merritt—Merritt’s Anti¬ que Furniture Manufacturing Company Miss Margaret Fitzpatrick—Demon¬ strator in a famous New 7 York reducing parlor. This last bit is perhaps out of the true prophecy line, but I hereby prophesy that if you, as individuals, will live up to the words of this following, you will make your lives a success: If any little word of ours can make one life the brighter; If any little song of ours can make one heart the lighter; God help us speak that little word and take cur bit of singing, Ai cl drop it in some lonely vale, and set the echoes ringing. John B. Howard, Junior, ’26. ©I)? ffllass ffitU In the name of yeomen, this twenty- fourth day of June, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and twenty-six, we the Class of 1926, of the town of Beading, County of Middlesex, State of Massachusetts (and according to some of the faculty, of the state of coma), being aware of the uncertainties of life, and not unmindful of the fact that our four years of school activity are past, but of sound mind and memory, do make and declare this to be our last will and testament, in manner following, to wit: First, We give, devise and bequeath unto the school and faculty, our sincere thanks, not only for our education and culture, but for the patience they have shown in drilling and hammering that education and that culture into our so- called minds: to have and to hold unto said school and faculty, their heirs and assigns forever. Second, We give, devise, and bequeath unto ourselves, despite all contrary talk of taking things with us after death, the memories of our four years, something which we can give to no one, something wilich belongs to us, and which we hereby give to ourselves. The memory of how Page Thirty The Pioneer as Freshmen, we wandered (some of us are still wandering), into this great in¬ stitution adjusted ourselves to all con¬ ditions, is still fresh. The memories of the great games, the classes, the inspiring talks given us, the splendid entertain¬ ments sponsored by Mr. Sussmann, the trips to the office (although we made few), the numerous school and social ac¬ tivities, and the wonderful corps of teachers, will stay with us forever, to have and to hold unto said Class of 1926, their heirs and assigns fcrever. Third, We give, devise, and becpieatii vnto the classes, the undergraduates, a few of the faculty and our own class, numerous general bequests, viz: 1. To the classes: A—To the Junior class, our successors, we leave Count Cut- cll ffe, so they may have at least one good looking boy in their class. E—To the Sophomore class, we lea e this little basketball with the fond hope that they will practice religiously, so on arriving at that exalted state when they will be called Seniors they will be able to uphold the basketball records of E. H. S. C—To the Freshmen class, for whom we might have set a good example and who have three long years ahead of them in which to improve themselves and make themselves a credit to E. H. S., we leave—well, we’ll leave them alone. 2. To the undergraduates, who are not such a bad lot once you know them, we leave them, hoping that they will not forget us. A—To our Junior girl, Madeline Lyons, we leave the destiny of next year’s bas¬ ketball team, feeling quite secure of its outcome. B—To our Junior boy, Lawrence Zwicker, we leave the football team, which he will lead to victory next year, and also this Avonderful device which en¬ ables one to hear the wearer speak only for a radius of about ten feet. Doubt¬ less this will be appreciated by those who take lunch the same period he does. Perhaps he got this way from riding in a certain type of Dodge car, Avhich at times Avas rather noisy itself. If so, the blame belongs elseAvhere. C—To Clarence Gay, we leave the right to be knoAvn henceforth as ‘ ‘ Spike.’ ’ D—To Morton Wade, we leave this golf club which was sent from England by Jesse SAveetser, over the radio. E—To Helen Turner, we lea T e this pair of dancing pumps; we trust they will stand the strain. F—To Ernest Conti, we leave the cake of Palmolive soap that Avas willed to “Doc” Doherty in 1923, so that he could keep his school girl complexion. 11 Doc ’ ’ didn’t need it, his shyness kept that pretty pink blush on his cheek. G—To Leonice Cook we leave an order for a public speaking system, so that she can make herself heard during the bas¬ ketball games. II—To George Siegars we leave the shoes of “Count” Cutcliffe, hoping he Avill fill them as capably as did “Count.” We also leave him (with all apologies to Harlan Hook), a few unpaid Pioneer bills so that he will have something to do next fall. I—Not to be outdone by the faculty, we leave one half dozen straight ‘ 1 A’s ” to Eleanor Crafts, to add to her collec¬ tion. J—To “Al” Merritt we leave the empty presidential chair and hope he will fill it as well as did our president, Charles Jones. 3. To some of the faculty Ave leave a feAV tokens, but to all the faculty we leave our deepest sympathy: we realize fully, just what they must put up with next year. Maybe that is the reason the number of periods was cut to seven. We knoAV (and they do too) that they’ll never have another class like ours, so we could do nothing better than to leave them. A—To Mr. Taylor, our favorite teach¬ er, we leave this little book on domestic science, written by Hermon T. Wheeler. We trust he will become familiar w T ith its contents. B—To Miss Pratt, our senior advisor, our most hearty thanks for the Avork she has done in guiding us through the year. She knows more than anyone else just AA ' hat kind of a class Ave Avere. C—To Miss Warren and Mr. Boehm we also leave our thanks for their work on the Senior Play. D—To Mr. Aldred we leave husky The Pioneer Page Thirty-one Louis Riseman, so that he may have a nucleus around which to build his future football team. 4. To those in our class, we leave the following: A—To Margaret Adams, we leave this “ Mammy” song so that she ' may use her charming southern dialect. B—To Russell Barnes, our best look¬ ing boy, we leave an arrow collar. What more does he need? C—To Ernest Gaw in answer to his request, we leave this horse. Crawford Adams couldn’t supply him. D—To Katherine Sweetser, our pretti¬ est girl, we leave nothing. She has more than her share of good looks as it is. E—To our most original boy, John Howard, prophet, ornithologist, possessed with an analytical mind, etc., we leave this little ray of golden sunshine, with the idea that he may get over his per¬ petual grouch. F—To Sherwood who left for Michi¬ gan right after class elections we leave this dress-suit. G—To Charles Jones we leave this toy ship. If he navigates it as well as he has the Pioneer and the Senior Class we will not fear for its safety. II—To Helen Badger we leave this list of publishers and producers, so she will not have any trouble in staging her plays. I—To the Siamese twins, Mildred and Marion Scanlon, who are always together, we leave this little anchor, so that they will never drift apart. J—To Ella Weale, our class artist, we leave this paint brush. K—From the faculty we have obtained a ‘ ‘ D. ” This by the way is a special “D” gree, and from northern New Hampshire, and herewith we bequeath it to Frances Fowler with the hope that it will not keep her out of Wellesley. We also knew of an “E” to go with the 1 ‘ D.”—Michelini. In Witness whereof, We, the Class of 1926, to this our last will and testament, have hereunto set our hand and seal, this twenty-fourth day of June, nineteen hun¬ dred and twenty-six. Signed Donald Lyons. Signed, sealed, and declared by Donald W. Lyons, as and for the last will and testament of the Class of 1926, in the presence of us, who, at hi? request, and in his presence, and in the presence of each other, have inscribed our names hereunto as witnesses thereof 1. Alfred Merritt 2. Richard Pomfret 3. William Carter ii itnrtal Charles Ellis shared the Salutatory honors with Miss Nelcena Copeland, but was unable to write an essay because of his health. 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JJtnnrrr 192E -27 “Know Thyself” BY PUPILS OF READING HIGH SCHOOL 60c. year SUjr pmtm Hoarfo EDITOR Louise Porch ’27 ASST. EDITOR Dudley Killam ’27 EDITORIAL EDITOR Elizabeth Knight ' 21 NEWS EDITOR Malcolm Weeks ’28 JOKE EDITOR Newell Morton ’27 EXCHANGE CRITIC Helen Turner ' 21 LITERARY EDITORS Gloria Stevens ' 21 Arthur Moyer ’28 Eleanor Crafts ’28 Frank Beecher ' 21 Hope Williamson ’29 Donald Carter ' 21 ATHLETIC EDITORS Ralph Charlton ' 21 POEM EDITOR Pearl Hayward ' 21 ALUMNI EDITOR Muriel Mussells ’26 BUSINESS MANAGER Boyd Parker ’28 INTERNATIONAL NEWS EDITOR Robert Dewey ' 21 FACULTY ADVISERS Elizabeth A. Batchelder Herman T. Wheeler Francis Greenhalgh Luke Halpin HONORARY MEMBER Helen Beals until in MiiiiiimiMiiinmiii mil VALEDICTORY Soul-side Up In a certain quarter of Paris, there lives a great man. No, he has not large estates, many automobiles, throngs of servants. He dwells in a humble, cheerless attic where he can look from his window out over the roofs of Paris. Yet as a philosopher he gazes over these tiled roofs, and sees the graceful gray smoke pouring from the chimneys, hears the compla¬ cent cooing of the pigeons mingled with the happy clutter of sparrows as they eagerly partake of the crumbs he has scattered for them. As he muses in his attic window, he contemplates the great tragedy of his age. Many people flock in the dusty street below, rushing hither and thither in the tur¬ moil of life, some for pleasure, others for gold. Their strained, anxious ex¬ pressions show a ' lack of spiritual re¬ pose and reflection. In our own America the same con¬ dition exists. Simplicity, the funda¬ mental virtue, has given way to complexity; rigid dicipline to laxness and comfort. Now must America take heed, for more than one civilization, forsaking its simple habits and old ideals has been caught in the whirlpool of prosperity and lost its life. There is not one of us here tonight who is not concerned with the future welfare of America. Let each individual as¬ sume responsibility for his nation’s future and thus avert the disaster which America seems to be fast ap¬ proaching. Observing the dark side of our nation’s soul, do we not see a picture which commands our serious attention? What of America’s pleasures? Are they upbuilding her soul? Are they not those of a frenzied, agitated, per¬ plexed generation? Are they not also typical of a materialistic age? Do not these pleasures consist of rushing from one commercialized amusement to another, from one joyless engagement to another still more barren of satis¬ faction? To what straits will America be brought, if each of her citizens continues this restless pursuit? Each The Pioneer Page Three one rushes hither and thither greedily groping and clutching at that elusive substance called happiness. He wants his fill of pleasure; he wants life at its best. In doing so, each one tires his body, frets his mind, and above all, does not obtain that which he seeks. He is a victim of the complexity of life. He has lost the taste for simple joys, which are near at hand; he searches far abroad, and ever in vain. How ruinous to a nation’s soul is the mercenary spirit which pervades America. Everything must have its price. Men vie with each other in buying expensive cars; women, in purchasing luxurious clothes. By alter¬ ing somewhat a famous quotation, one might say: “The price tag’s the thing.’’ How much evil money can do if it becomes the basis of a nation’s judgment. To the perverted eyes of each citizen, virtue becomes subordinate to wealth; all things are good, if money has procured them. One man comes to envy the automo¬ biles, mansions, servants, and social prestige of the millionaire; he sees not the fretful discontent, the boredom of satiety, written upon the wealthy man’s countenance. “O, to have money,’’ he sighs, “I would give everything to have a million dollars.” Then he proceeds to gain this money. He sacrifices all. His years are spent in plodding, with eyes strained upon his goal. He lets nothing hinder his progress, neither pleasure nor leisure. Each business triumph only fires his enthusiasm; he must have more, more. Often the trusting and ignorant become prey to his greed. What of them? He has their money; he is on his way. When at. last he reaches the desired goal, he is bewildered. Where, where is the happiness toward which he looked during all those struggling years? He feels strangely idle, use¬ less, out of the fray. Each day brings but a round of superficiality. No one seems sincere; all have the greed for money in their eyes. There are those who fawn and flatter, but where, can he find a true friend? Where can he find relief from the artificial world he has created? He discovers that his mind, deprived of all beauty and re¬ flection during so many years of plod¬ ding, has become sordid and unappre¬ ciative ; he shrinks from communing with the wretched, grasping being he has made of himself. There in the fine mansion, surrounded by every possible luxury, he bows his head in utter de¬ spair, the despair which only a starved spirit can bring. ' He is one citizen of a great nation. He has contributed his ignoble share towards tarnishing the soul of America. Have you ever considered the tragedy which would result if every citizen of the United States were to lose the art of reflection? What barren heritage the money grubbers and pleasure- seekers of today would bequeath to America’s next generation! Can men of genius spring from a race which has abolished the principles of sound living and sound thinking? It has ever been a fact that genius has come forth from a background of sober, indus¬ trious, right thinking individuals. As soon as Rome abolished all the vener¬ able traditions of the Republic and entered upon the career of riotious living which ultimately led to her down¬ fall, there was a dearth of great men. If we, the people of America, wish to contribute to the glory of our nation and not to its ruin, let us do away with all this instability and superficiality, and provide a substantial background of industry and reflection for Ameri¬ ca’s future generations. What will be America’s soul, if all her old traditions are trampled upon by the on-rush of her non-thinking popu¬ lation? . A nation is but a collection of individuals. If every individual be¬ comes the prey of materialism and neglects the development of his spirit, then the soul of the nation will be Page Four The Pioneer darkened by such dangerous tenden¬ cies. If the mercenary spirit of one man can bring about his downfall, then the mercenary spirit of millions of men can result in a nation’s downfall. A change can never be wrought by telling a nation it is in the wrong. A change can be made only when each individual proceeds to better himself. Again, the philosopher comes to our minds. His heart rejoices, for he has learned the secret of happiness. The superficial in life does not exist for him, since he does not continually in¬ dulge in a mad whirlwind of so-called “pleasure.” He does not idolize the posession of money, since in his medi¬ tation he has realized that money is the greatest evil in the world, if it is allowed to become one’s master. He does not regard mechanical progress as a token of man’s growing supremacy and the non-existence of a super¬ natural power, for he sees about him in nature’s wonders, evidences of God’s omnipotent hand. In short, he has not been engulfed by the wave of materialism which is overwhelming the modern world, for the spiritual barrier of his soul has been sufficient to check its impetus. If we as individuals are really con¬ cerned with our nation’s welfare, and sincerely wish to broaden the soul of America and to save it from ultimate ruin, our only hope lies in developing our own spirits. The question arises: but how may this development be made? There are many ways. The first is simple and devoid of all creeds and formulas: it is the growth of the spirit by means of ' repose. Hamilton Wright Mabie has said: “The fruit in the orchard ripens through long days and quiet nights ; and the spirit of man must ripen under like conditions. It cannot be forced; agitation and haste keep it immature, unreceptive, and sterile.” Thus did Gilbert White of Selbourne, England, develop his “soul- side. For fifty long uneventful years he dwelt in the peaceful little hamlet, regarding it with keen, watchful eyes. Just as the depths of the ocean remain undisturbed by the tempest which bil¬ lows the surface, so did this hamlet remain unchanged by the roar and evolution of the century. His philoso¬ phy became sure and founded as he observed the beautiful rural world about him. For him, the goings and comings of the old domesticated turtle in the garden were more im¬ portant that the debates of Parlament. He had much time in which to think out life’s problems, so far removed was he from the hustle and bustle of the restless world, much time in which to know himself. “What!” you will say, “do you really believe that the efforts of those who debate in Parlament are of no avail, that no attention should be paid to politics or anything which disturbs re¬ pose?” That is not my contention. Yet I do say that those concerned in a nation’s business would serve her more truly had they earlier developed a soul fortified by repose and reflec¬ tion. Moreover, I insist that it is equally true that “they also serve who stand and wait.” They who stand and wait shape the real destiny of a nation, for they hav eleisure in which to form those ideals which become the resources of a nation in times of crises. Another question will come to mind. You will say, “What do you recommend as a remedy for the current thirst for pleasure?” Have you ever noticed on a barren, brick pavement, that humble, bright blossoms have sprung up between the dirt-filled cracks? How pretty, how attractive they are in con¬ trast to their ugly surroundings. In just such a way does happiness enter man s life. Amid the toil and care of his worldly existence must blossom frequently for him the flowers of vol¬ untary pleasure,—the satisfaction of a task well-done, the joy of companion¬ ship, the happiness which comes from praise sincerely given. Nothing en¬ dures but the eternal commonplace. It is man’s duty to embellish it with the The Pioneer Page Five flowers of humble joy, if he wishes to know life at its best. In the haste and agitation which characterize this age, the average citi¬ zen has shamefully neglected that balm of all jade hearts, that wonderous de¬ veloper of his spirit,—Nature. If he goes for a ride in his automobile, the average man is too busy looking at the road, watching traffic, trying to escape the watchful eye of the police, too busy reading billboards to see beyond and drink in the glorious beauty of a sunset or wooded hill. How much nature could benefit man’s soul, if he would only allow her, if he would only stop a moment from his unceasing round of activity to study a ' nd appreciate her! Let him stand thoughtfully on the shore of the sea and regard the mighty ocean in all its moods; let him gaze into the heavens at night and try to read there the age-long mystery of the myriad stars. Thus he will gradually come to a fuller appreciation of his own small share in this wondrous universe. He will learn to contemplate Nature’s small wonders, and will derive a les¬ son from them. Let him regard with humble admiration the newly-budded trees of springtime, the infinite charm of a bed of violets recently blossomed, the cheery yellow blossom of a dande¬ lion. Here to him will nature disclose her mystery of life,—life, that vital something which transforms the dead, brown root of winter into the blos¬ soming flower of spring. To be sure, it will make him humble. In spite of all his mechanical achievements, has he invented a machine which will pro¬ duce life? Nature is continually unfolding be¬ fore man symbolic dramas. Recently there was a storm. The sky became a dull, ominous gray, tinged with murky purple. All light seemed for¬ ever extinguished. Outlined against the dark, western sky in delicate, lacy white profile, stood a cherry tree, its blossoms quivering as if with terror at the storm to come. Then the storm wind swooped down, sending a shower of white petals to the green carpet beneath. There descended from the menacing sky huge drops of rain which soon became a mighty torrent. After it had reached its height, little by little the storm abated. Suddenly, from be¬ neath the darkest cloud the sun ap¬ peared, glorifying the landscape with its mellow radiance. Its cheerful light was reflected on each petal which had loyally clung to the cherry tree. Lo! In the east, shining through the golden rain, arched the rainbow, the eternal promise of hope. This is the drama of the life we live. To-day man’s horizon has grown dark and menacing with the fears and doubts which assail him regarding the existence of God. Man is besieged on every hand with uprisings, questions, doctrines, atheism, investigations, theo¬ ries, unbelief, materialism,—the huge drops of rain which descend upon the tree. Some petals, those weak and yielding ones which are quickly ex¬ cited and aroused by any kind of revolt, are easily dashed to the ground by the rain of uncertainty, while those •whose spirits repose and reflection have strengthened resist and wait to see the truth re-appear from behind the clouds of doubt. Let me leave with you the picture of the meditating philosopher of Paris. He is still gazing from the small win¬ dow of his humble attic room. In his eyes is reflected the glory of the sun¬ set ; in his soul there is light. VALEDICTORY ADDRESS Classmates : Tonight, perhaps as never before, are we grateful to the townspeople, the School Board, the Superintendent, the Principal, and especially to our parents and teachers for the opportun¬ ities afforded us during our school course. May their past years of self- sacrifice and devotion to duty reap a harvest beyond all their expectations. Page Six The Pioneer Herein lies our task. We can repay this debt in some measure by allowing our lives to become a living expression of the ideals held before us. We still have much to achieve through our own efforts. In reality, we have only begun. Yet this begin¬ ning may count for much, or little according as each one of us uses or casts aside the habits and ideals which our school years have established. Henceforth, many will be students in a broader sense, but students volun¬ tarily, if at all. No one will make us study; no one will make us think, unless we choose the path of thought and reflection. Yet whatever our cal¬ ling or station in life, let us proceed with eyes upward, with spirits aloft, ever ready to contribute our humble share toward making the soul of America the finest and loftiest in the history of mankind. Elizabeth B. Knight. SALUTATORY ‘ ' All the World’s a Stage” We, who are about to graduate, greet you. We extend a hearty wel¬ come to you, our parents, our teachers, and our friends. Your influence has moulded our lives, your sacrifices have made it possible for us to be here tonight. We hope you will feel some gratification in watching these exer¬ cises, this result of your sacrifices. We receive a diploma as a sign that we have successfully completed our cours¬ es, but we owe considerable of our success to you and we hope your pride in our achievements will prove a partial reward. One of Shapespeare’s favorite cam- parisons in regard to life was the comparison of life to a stage and the people to the players. In the “Mer¬ chant of Venice,” he says,— “I hold the world but as the world; A stage where every man must play his part.” In ‘‘As You Like It,” he says,— “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts.” In “Macbeth,” he has this statement,— “Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more.” Tonight let us consider our lives from this angle. We, the graduates, are the actors ; our future is the stage. Tonight we are about to enter upon a leading role for which we have been preparing during our past years. With varying amounts of success, we have played our minor roles; first, as the infant; then, “the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school;” finally some of us may even be accused of having played the role of lover, who, perhaps with the assistance of a course in English, wrote verses to his sweetheart’s charms, or as Shakespeare expressed it, “ballads to his mistress’ eyebrow.” Yet, the play goes on, and we must consider now what part we are going to assume for our leading role. Will it be the part of an extra in a mob scene, or the role of a fool, a jester, a mediocre player, or are we going to take the part of the leading character, the star? After deciding upon our part, we must decide upon the type of play, will it be tragedy or comedy? First, let us consider the extras. You theatre-goers know them. They compose the group, the mob, lending atmosphere to the scene. They are the unknown, unsung theatrical vaga¬ bonds receiving two dollars per day for being the background for the actions of someone else, some star. Possibly these extras are capable of better parts, but they lack the deci- The Pioneer Page Seven sion and application necessary to over¬ come their oblivion. Usually they are dissatisfied, jealous of their more suc¬ cessful competitors, and bitter because of some fancied injustice of Fate. In life there are many extras. You meet them daily in the street. They are the people who do not make the most of their abilities. They do nothing to better their own position, nothing to promote the welfare of their fellows; yet they frequently grumble against the existing conditions. Now, let us turn to the mediocre player, the Shakespearian fool. This player, too, may have ability, but lacks the initiative to develop it by practice and study; perhaps he has gone as far as his talent allows. This type is very common, billed as supporting some star, or cast in a character part. In life these are the people we meet most often. They are the ones who almost reach their goal, but who stop to bask in the reflected glory of near success. Perhaps the fault is ' not theirs, they may not have the natural ability ; more often, however, they do not make the most of their opportunities. This type of player is more important than the extra because he has a char¬ acter part. After the extra and the fool, our next consideration is the star. Even the meanest extra has dreams of star¬ dom, yet few achieve their goal. Genius and ability are not the only require¬ ments of a successful player; for every one has ability in some line. Genius is perhaps lost, at least hampered, by lack of proper development. Years of patient practice and self denial is the price paid by most successful artists in any line. Southern, one of the greatest Shakespearian actors of the present time, when he found his success lay in the production of Shake¬ speare’s plays, confined his activities to the interpretation of Shakespeare. His present ranking is the result of twenty years spent in study and practice. Frank McGlynn, the star of Drink- water’s play, “Abraham Lincoln,” was over fifty years old when he heceived his opportunity to succeed. During the twenty-five years he had been playing minor roles in traveling stock com¬ panies, he had been studying drama and perfecting his own acting. When Drinkwater’s play came to America, many applicants were tried without success, until McGlynn was offered a chance to read a scene from the play. At the conclusion of this brief tryout, his success as Lincoln’s double was assured. The stars of life are the leaders of some branch of endeavor; such as, science, industry, finance, agriculture, and politics. Two scientific stars of recent years are Edison and Stein- metz. Edison often goes without food and sleep while concentrating upon some startling invention. Steinmetz spent his brief vacations on the shores of a wild lake where, undisturbed, he could plan to achieve previous impos¬ sibilities. Henry Ford is beyond doubt the industrial and financial star of the present day. He began building auto¬ mobiles in a one-room shop, but, by hard work, he has built up his busi¬ ness, and his fortune, until today he is not only the executive of a large and extremely progressive manufactur¬ ing concern, but also the richest man in the world. Luther Burbank, the agricultural wizard, spent months, even years, in experimenting before perfect¬ ing a famous cross or graft. His zeal is especially noteworthy because his health was poor. Once at a critical period in the development of a deli¬ cate plant, he was so weak from illness, that he had to crawl to reach the de¬ sired specimens and to make the neces¬ sary observations. Woodrow Wilson may be considered a political star. He devoted his life to the study of econom¬ ics and politics, now as a public office holder, now as a college professor and president, now as an author, and finally as president of the United States. From these examples it can be seen Page Eight The Pioneer that stardom is not a mushroom growth, but the reward of study, and conscientious application of the prin¬ ciples learned through study. It is not enough for an actor to aspire to stardom, however, he must also consider the type of play in which he hopes to succeed. Shakespeare’s various plays may be roughly divided into two main groups according to the conclusion. If the play ends happily, successfully, for the leading character, the play is called a comedy. If, on the other hand, the life of the leading character is unhappy, the play is classed as a tragedy. In either type of play, there is a star, but just as in life, some are happy and carefree, while others are sad or melancholy. Is it within our power to decide whether, in life, we shall play tragedy or comedy? Objectively, no. Sub¬ jectively, yes. From a worldly point of view, our lives will be moulded by little incidents over which we have no control, but inwardly, in our mental attitude toward life, we can exert complete control. In Shakespeare’s tragedy “Julius Ceasar,” the life of Brutus is, objectively, a tragedy. The conspiracy had failed, his army was defeated, his friends were dead, and he himself was about to die or be captured. Yet, amidst this total failure of all his worldly plans, he could still find consolation from his mental, in¬ ward life. His words, spoken when about to commit suicide, show that in¬ wardly he was happy, inwardly his life was a comedy. “My heart doth joy that yet in all my life I found no man but he was true to __ _ }} me. Our lives may be tragic from a worldly point of view, but each one of us, whether extra, fool, or star, can have this personal, inward, comedy which results from a worthy attempt. In a recent magazine article this incident is related. Once, when Edwin Booth was giving advice to a group of rising young actors, he said this: “The king sits in every audience. Play to him.” Years later one of these actors was about to play his first lead. On the opening night a cloudburst drenched the city with the natural re¬ sult that very few attended the per¬ formance. The actor was ready to give up, discouraged, when he remem¬ bered Booth’s words, “The king sits in every audience. Play to him.” He went on with the performance, playing to his king, and a few hours later his reputation was established, for, of the few who had braved the storm, one was the greatest critic of the day. We, the graduates of 1927, as actors on the stage of life ought to take that as our motto. We shall become stars, we shall play comedy, if we too remember the words of Edwin Booth—“The king sits in every audience. Play to the king.” Ralph W. Charlton. FACULTY HONORS Digging for Proofs Science questions statements. Science has proved and disproved many old beliefs. Therefore, the people of this age, are constantly looking for proofs. While people questioned other things, they began to question even the Bible stories. How did they know that these stories were true? They were written centuries ago. How can anyone prove that such events happened, that they were not imaginative stories about imaginary people? But archaeologists are now proving to us that these stories in the old Testament, the stories of the Bondage of the Isrealites and of Saul’s defeat by the Philistines were the actual ex¬ periences of the early Hebrew Race. Dr. Clarence S. Fisher has been placed in charge of the work of exca¬ vation on the hill at Beisan, Palestine. This hill was known as Bethshan in Bible-times, and as Scythopolis when is was occupied by the Romans. The The Pioneer Page Nine hill controlled the valley for miles around. Thus any power which pos¬ sessed that hill commanded the entire region, and also the trade routes from Egypt to Babylonia and to Syria. How the cities on Beisan, a hill in Palestine, become buried? The cities at Beisan were buried under masses of debris. In the earliest years this debris was the result of fires which melted the walls of cities, temples, or homes, and caved them in, filling the town with a solid mass of clay. Still later earth¬ quakes shook down the buildings of other civilizations. Some cities simply fell to pieces from neglect, since the pestilential climate could not be borne, and when another people came along, they removed the debris or used parts of it to build their own structures. What at first appeared to be natural rock proved to be the formidable walls of an unfinished fortress of the Cru¬ saders, who recognized the value of this site, and began to fortify it, but unfortunately for them, they were forced to leave because of the un¬ healthy climate and seek a site fur¬ ther north. Undoubtedly they would never have been conquered by the Turks had it not been for this change of situation. Photographs were taken and draw¬ ings were made of the ruins as is always done, and the workmen pro¬ ceeded to dig further. It was in 632 A. D., when the Arabs were laying seige to this city that the whole region was turned into a mala¬ rial swamp. In their desire to save their town from the foes, the defenders cut the culverts to the waterways flooding the lowlands. This was in¬ deed an unfortunate act, for the swamps caused an unhealthy climate where even today the life of the archaeologist is in constant danger. In the earliest days of Scythopolis it was not a Christian city, but late became the abode of one of the earliest bishops, St. Patrophilus, who brought about the building on the summit of the hill of a magnificent church. During the Anti-Christian raids of the Roman Emporor Julian, the church was plundered, and burned. In the revival of Christianity another church or bacilica was built over this, but it was shaken down later by an earthquake. Dr. Fisher has found several bronzes from this old church. After the ruin of this second church a still larger and more beautiful one was built. It retained the customary square front but a large circular ro¬ tunda was built on it, one hundred and fifty feet in diameter. The dome of this rotunda was sup¬ ported by columns of green and white marble brought from Europe with bases and capitals of pure white marble. The walls and floors were covered with re¬ ligious scenes in glass mosaic, while the floors were inlaid with marble mosaic. Parts of the floor and two columns have been shipped to this country to be placed in the new wing of the University of Pennsylvania museum. Side by side with the uncovering of all the large foundations and statues has gone the recovery of small tools. The cisterns of the old town are rich with antiques. Ewers, pitchers, combs, nails, and even rings have been found in them. The archaeologists next uncovered the remains of a Graeko-Roman Per¬ iod. At that time the summit of the hill was crowned by a temple of Bacchus or Dionysius. The temple had gigantic Corinthian columns six feet in diameter. Some delicate Roman mosaics, utensils and statuary had been preserved. When the stones of the Roman period had been removed, the remains of their crude mud huts placed in the corners of a burned Egyp¬ tian fortress indicated that these bar¬ barian warriors actually swept into the Jordan vialley in an attempt to invade Egypt. The discovery of the fortress in which the mud huts were placed was Page Ten The Pioneer the most wonderful of all, for this layer was the remains of the Egyp¬ tian domain in Palestine. This fort¬ ress, burned and charred, yet standing from six to ten feet high, marked the height of the Egyptian supremacy at Beisan from 1313 to 1200 B. C. It was occupied by Seti the first, Ramses the second, and Ramses the third, well- known kings of Egypt. A record, called a stele, found in the ruins, gives a detailed account of an Egyptian expeditionary force and tells about one of the campaigns of Seti the first, in which he gained the hill. But the most important record of all is a stele of Ramses the second which contains this line, “I have collected the Semites that they might build for me my city of Ramses.” In Exodus I, II in speaking of the Israelites in Egypt, it says, “And they built for Paroah treasure-cities, Pithom and Ramses.” This stele of Ramses and the Bible passage together prove that the Israelites were actually held captive in Egypt, and it definitely places Ramses the second, as the Pharaoh of the Oppression, and makes his son, Mineptah, the Pharaoh of the Exodos, as Egyptologists have for a long time believed. After the hill was abandoned by the Egyptians, it became a stronghold of the Philistines. It cut the Jewish nation in halves and threatened the whole growth of Isreal. At this time there was a temple to the Egyptian goddess, Ashtaroth, in this city, built when the Egyptians held it. Outside the walls of Bethshan on the slopes of Gilboa is the spot on which Saul was defeated by the Philistines. In first Samuel XXXI telling of this battle, verse II says, “And they put Saul’s armor in the house of Ashtaroth, and they fastened his body to the wall of Bethshan.” All through Biblical his¬ tory, Bethshan was a menace to Isreal, but after it was conquered by David, and burned to complete his revenge, it lost its power for a while. This work at Beisan is the greatest single achievement of American Arch¬ aeology. In the fifty more feet of rubbish, ruins, and earth, to be removed before solid rock is found, it is already known that records of countless ages will be discovered. Dr. Fisher believes that under what has already been ex¬ posed there will be the remains of Hyksos, and Hittite civilizations, and under them, Babylonian, while at the very bottom near the rock will be-the implements of the Stone Age. Although the work will not be of material value, since no wealth of gold, ancient jewels, and other valuable objects as are found in Greece and Egypt will be found here, still it has so far proved to be of great value by corroborating two of the Bible stories of the Isrealites in Egypt and of Saul’s defeat. Pearl M. Hayward. CLASS HONORS Andrew Carnegie Nothing stranger can be found in even as imaginative a work as the Arabian Nights than the story of the poor Scotch boy who came to America in 1848, and slowly but surely, through trials and triumphs, . rose to be the great steel master, the colossus of in¬ dustry, the amasser of a fabulous for¬ tune. But the rest of the story is more wonderful still—how he deliber¬ ately and systematically gave away the whole of his vast fortune for the enlightenment and betterment of man¬ kind. More that that—how he estab¬ lished a gospel of wealth that can be neither ignored nor forgotton, and set a pace in distribution that succeeding millionaires have tried to follow as a precedent. It is the account of a man, who, in the course of his career, be¬ came a leader in thought, a writer, a speaker; a friend of the workmen, schoolmen and statesmen; the associ¬ ate of both the lowly and the lofty. And so, for such an occasion as this,. The Pioneer Page Eleven it would seem that a more befitting character for the subject of a bio¬ graphical sketch could not have been chosen than this man who is regarded by the world as one of the most re¬ markable men of his age, and in cer¬ tain ways, one of the most unique of all ages. Andrew Carnegie was born in the village of Dunfermline, Scotland, November 25, 1835, and he wasn’t born with a gold spoon in his mouth—far from it, his parents were poor and barely able to keep the w T olf away from the door. To make bad matters worse, his father was a weaver and this was at the time when the hand-loom was being replaced by machinery, and hard times were beginning to ensue. Finally, it was decided to sell the loom and household furniture and move to America. Even after the sale of all their possessions, the family had to borrow twenty pounds to cover the expenses of transportation. Andrew was thirteen when the trip across the water took place. The family came in search of better for¬ tunes, and Pittsburgh was chosen as the final destination. It was a wise choice. Ever, -hen, forges flamed night and day—the forerunners of the modern blast furnaces that were to play so important a part in the life of this Scotch lad, and in the growth of a great city. He grew with the city. Shortly after his arrival in this coun¬ try, he entered a cotton factory to work as a bobbin boy at the princely wage of $1.25 a week. He studied at night in the scanty city library. One year later he became a messenger boy in the Pittsburg office of the Ohio Telegraph Company. His intelligent and willing work was soon recognized, and he was allowed to assist in the office, where he learned telegraphy After becoming an operator, he was employed by Superintendent Scott of the Pittsburgh Division of the Penn¬ sylvania Railroad as a private clerk. In this position his resourcefulness soon asserted itself. In a crisis, after a serious accident, he directed, without the slightest authority, all the trains on the Pittsburgh Division. As success attended his efforts he was not cen¬ sured, and from this time his superior gave him more and more responsibility. Carnegie’s father died in October, 1855, and the twenty year old boy be¬ came the sole support of the family of three. The following year his em¬ ployer -was promoted to the superin¬ tendency of the entire system of the Pennsylvania Railroad, and took Andrew with him as his chief assistant. About this time, Mr. Woodruff, inven¬ tor of that now indispensible adjunct of civilization—the sleeping car,—ap- roached Carnegie with his model. Its value immediately impressed the young man and through his efforts two cars were placed on trial by the railroad people. Mr. Woodruff offered him an eighth’ interest in the venture and although obliged to borrow the two hundred and seventy dollars necessary for first payment, Carnegie decided to make the move which might well be called the first stepping to his fortune. Soon after this, he became superin¬ tendent of the division in which he had begun his railroad career. When the Civil War broke out, Carnegie’s former employer, Mr. Scott, was appointed assistant secretary of war in charge of the transportation department. Immediately he sum¬ moned the young man of twenty-six, who previously had served him so impressively, to his assistance, and placed him in charge of military rail¬ roads and telegraphs of the govern¬ ment. In this capacity, Carnegie served his adopted country well in one of the most critical periods of her history. At the close of the war, Carnegie resigned his position with the Penn¬ sylvania Railroad. From this time on, his rise to the topmost heights of industrial achievement was phenome¬ nal and amazing. Recognizing that the day of wooden spans was almost Page Twelve The Pioneer past, he organized a company for the building of iron bridges. Then he branched out and established the Pittsburgh Locomotive Works. In 1868 he introduced into this coun¬ try the Bessemer process of making steel, and a few years later became the principal owner of the Homestead Steel Works. It wasn’t long before he had a controlling interest in seven other large steel plants. Iron and steel master in truth he came to be. Company after company was organized by this genius of the industry until in 1899 they were all consolidated into the Carnegie Steel Concern which later, following his re¬ tirement in 1901, became known as the U. S. Steel Corporation. Many financially successful men have upon their deaths made generous be¬ quests for the public good, but up to the present time there have been only two men who have given with un¬ bounded magnificence while they still remained upon earth, Rockfeller and Carnegie. In reference to the latter the Christian Science Monitor speaks as follows: “It was characteristic of Andrew Carnegie to feel that his for¬ tune constituted an obligation. He thought of himself rather as a trustee than as a possessor of great wealth. This feeling led to his resolution to dispose of his fortune by means of public benefactions; and probably no one who ever spoke of the “disgrace” of dying wealthy was more sincere than he.” Proof of this fact is con¬ tained in a statement found in his so- called Gospel of Wealth, which reads thus: “Wealth comes from and should return to the community.” This idea was not exactly new, but it had never before been so clearly expressed by so rich a man, and no one ever carried it out with equal consis¬ tency. Carnegie found, it harder to disperse the enormous fortune he had accumu¬ lated as an iron master than he an¬ ticipated. But nevertheless, with the exception of Rockefeller, he gave more to public purposes than any other person who ever lived. When he died at his summer home in Lenox, Mass., August 11, 1919, in his eighty-fourth year, it was estimated that he had given away something like $350,000,000. For the enlightenment and betterment of mankind, we have said, he gave away his fortune, and ample proof of the fact will be found from a survey of his benefactions. For convenience, they can be divided into classifications. First, his contributions to promote the welfare of workingmen. On re¬ tiring from business he was not the man to forget his employees. He gave to them four million five percent bonds. In speaking of this, he said, “It is an acknowledgement of the deep debt which I owe to the workmen, who have contributed so greatly to my success.” In addition, he set aside one million dollars worth of bonds, the proceeds therefrom to be used to maintain the libraries and halls which he had built for his employees. Second, the money given to estab¬ lish the well known Hero Fund, $5,000,000 in all. Mr. Carnegie never meant his fund to serve as a stimulus to heroic action for the sake of the material reward, but rather as a rec¬ ognition of the greatest of qualities— individual willingness to sacrifice life for others. The fund provides a pen¬ sion for the hero, should he be dis¬ abled, and for his dependents, should he perish. It is international in scope, pertaining to ten other countries be¬ sides the U. S. The third and most important of his donations—the funds of the advance¬ ment of learning, throughout the English speaking world, and the endowments for the promotion of inter¬ national peace—will stand forever as one of the greatest of monuments commemorating individual endeavor to help mankind reach the glorious goal of its destiny, that period of time when nothing will be out of joint, the thousand years of perfect understand- The Pioneer Page Thirteen ing and harmony, the millennium. “He that cannot reason is a fool, He that will not is a bigot, He that dare not a slave.” This is the inscription with w T hich the mantles of the Carnegie libraries in New York and elsewhere are graced. “He that cannot reason is a fool” is a statement hardly unfair or too harsh when applied to English speaking peoples, for whom Andrew Carnegie spent sixty-five million in building three thousand public libraries in order that the opportunity to learn might be had by all. The best known, and usually considered his greatest gift to humanity, the Carnegie Libraries, are found wherever the English language is spoken, not only in the U. S. and his native land, but also in the islands of the Pacific, of the Indian Ocean, and the Caribbean Sea. To encourage in the broadest and most liberal manner learning and appli¬ cation of knowledge to the improve¬ ment of mankind was the expressed purpose of Carnegie in giving—and so, in addition to his libraries, he gave nearly two hundred million more, establishing institutes for research work, pension funds for teachers, and scholarships for needy students. Without doubt, Carnegie’s greatest single memorial of a material nature is the Peace Palace at the Hague. To him it was the holiest building in the world because it had the holiest end in view. From the time of his retire¬ ment to the day of his death, Carnegie’s most cherished purpose was to hasten the abolition of war, which he described as the foulest blot on our civilization. Therefore, he gave nearly twelve million to the promotion of Interna¬ tional Peace, considered by him to be the most worthy of all worthy causes. The great pioneer steelmaster—the most outstanding figure of the nine¬ teenth century industrialism, rising from a humble messenger boy to wealth beyond the dreams of avarice—Andrew Carnegie will be better remembered for his benefactions to his fellow men than for anything else, and his name will go down through the ages as that of one of the greatest philanthropists the world has ever known. Dudley B. Killam CLASS OF ’27 Fred Parker Ainsworth, “Pix” “None but himself can be his par¬ allel.” Theobald Ambition: Surgeon. Activities : Two Health Plays, ’26, ’27 Pres. Radio Club, ’27 Blanche Alderson, “Bunnie” “O thoughtful heart!” Lydgate Ambition: To amount to something. Activities : Graduation Chorus, ’27 Marion Lucinda Allard “The art of arts, the art of being good, Not saintly sad.” Gale Ambition: Artist Activities : Class Basketball, ’25 Class Hockey, ’25 Graduation Chorus, ’26 Junior Woman’s Club, ’24, ’25 Tennis, ’26, ’27 Fashion Show, ’27 Gift Committee, ’27 Scenery Committee, ’27 Ethel Anderson, “Curly” “I would be a mermaid fair; I would sing to myself the whole of the day.” Tennyson Ambition: Artist or Musician. Activities : Scenery Committee, ’27 High School Posters, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Field Day, ’26 William Kenneth Barrett, “Ken” “A well-known knight” Viscount Southwick Ambition: To become a manager or some other high official in the busi¬ ness world. Activities: Usher at Junior Senior Reception, ’26 Page Fourteen The Pioneer Usher at Senior Play, ’27 Joseph Victor Bearse, “Vick” “On their own merits modest men are dumb.” Colman Ambition: To be president of the Great A. P. Co. Activities : Ivy Day Committee Frank Reginald Beecher, “Reggie” “A sophistical rhetorician, intoxicated with the exuberance of his own ver¬ bosity.” Disraeli Ambition : To continue outwitting the rest of the world. Activities : Senior Picture Committee, ’27 Prophecy, ’27 Football, ’25, ’26 Louise Briggs, “Briggo” “The mirror of all courtesy.” Shakespeare Ambition: To be or not to be—it doesn’t matter to me. Activities : Fashion Show Committee, ’27 Helen Brown, “Brownie” “Her manners were gentle, comply¬ ing, bland.” Goldsmith Ambition: Teacher Activities : Fashion Show, ’27 Thelma Brown, “Tibby” “She, cheerful, fresh, and full of joyance glad.” Spencer Ambition : Private Secretary Activities : Senior Play Com. (Property), ’27 Junior Woman’s Club, ’25, ’26, ’27 Class Field Hockey, ’24 Beatrice Fillmore Bryden, “Bea” “The mildest manners and the gen¬ tlest heart.” Ambition : Stenographer Activities : Class Hockey, ’25 Class Basketball, ’25 Varsity Hockey Squad, ’26 High School Orchestra, ’24, ’25 George Burke, “Chud” “He is a gentleman because his na¬ ture Is kinde and affable to everie Creature.” Barnfield Ambition: To trace my ancestors back to the Emerald Isle to see if I’m related to’ Edmund Burke, the orator. Activities : Motto Committee, ’27 Property Committee, Senior Play, ’27 Joseph Gibson Byram, “Joe” “True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun.” Booth Ambition: To be mayor of Chelsea. Activities : Traffic Squad, ’26, ’27 Ch. Senior Play Committee, ’27 Donald Copeland Carter, “Don” “Satire’s my weapon, but I’m too discreet To run amuck and tilt at all I meet.” Pope Ambition: To be a clergyman (?) (!) Activities : Tormentor Board, ’24, ’25, ’26 Pioneer Board, ’26, ’27 Senior Play Cast, ’27 Senior Class Gift Committee, ’27 Daniel Chamberlain, “Dan” “He know what’s what, and that’s as high As metaphysic wit can fly.” Butler Ambition : Author Activities : Class Elections, ’27 Ralph Woodward Charlton “ ’Tis not in mortals to command success But I’ll do more, Semprouius, I’ll deserve it.” Addison Ambition : To be a financial wizard Activities : Football, ’26 Round-Up, ’23, ’24 Pioneer, ’25, ’26, ’27 Commencement, ’27 Senior Party Committee, ’27 Norman Smith Clark, “Nom” “O man he seems of cheerful yes¬ terdays, And confident to-morrows.” Ambition: To attain success in my business career. The Pioneer Page Fifteen Activities: Special Chorus, ’25 Ruth Palmer Colby “Like Water-reeds the poise Of her, so dainty thin.” Rosetti Arthur Francis Conti, “Art” “Speech is great, but silence is greater.” Carlyle Ambition: To become a great coach in some school or college. Activities : Class Basketball, ’24, ’25 Varsity Basketball, ’26, ’27 Varsity Baseball, ’27 Traffic Squad, ’26, ’27 Senior Dance Committee, ’27 Ernest Carl Conti, “Speed” “I am the very pink of courtesy.” Ambition : To see the world Activities : Traffic Squad, ’26, ’27 Junior-Senior Reception, ’26 Senior Dance Committee, ’27 Baseball, ’26, ’27 Basketball, ’26, ’27 Class Basketball, ’26 Leonice Cook, “Cookie” “Oh, I am stabbed with laughter!” Shakespeare Ambition: Marry a millionaire Activities : Secretary-Treasurer, ’23, ’24 Class Basketball, ’25 Varsity Basketball, ’26 Class Hockey, ’25, ’26 Varsity Hockey, ’24, ’25 Captain Varsity Hockey, ’26 Junior Woman’s Club, ’23, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27, Treasurer Junior Woman’s Club, ’26, ’27 Cheer Leader, ’26, ’27 Treasurer A. A. Mannequin, ’27 Ticket Committee Senior Play, ’27 Graduation Chorus, ’25 Junior Prom Committee Junior Senior Reception Committee A. A. Dance Committee, ’26, ’27 Alice Elizabeth Downs, “Al” “I chatter, chatter as I flow To join the brimming river.” Tennyson Ambition : To succeed Activities : Special Chorus, ’25, ’26 Tormentor, ’24, ’25, ’26 Picture Committee, ’27 Health Play, ’24 Kenneth Leon Dudley, “Dud” “Oh, what an endlesse work have I in hand.” Spenser Ambition: To be an electrical engineer Janies Anthony Dulong, “Doc,” “Jim” “Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale.” Shakespeare Ambition: Airplane pilot Activities : Usher at Senior Play, ’27 Joseph Francis Dunn, “Franny” “Daring ever meets with friends.” Homer Ambition: To crush Norton Activities: Football, ’24, ’25, ’26 Class Basketball, ’24, ’25 Treasurer of Junior Class, ’26 2nd Team Basketball, ’25, ’26 Traffic Squad, ’26, ’27 Katherine Farr Esty, “Kitty” “Her eyes the glow-worm lent thee.” Herrick Ambition: To grow tall, and be a sewing teacher Walter Kilburn Freeman “For what I will, I will, and there’s an end.” Shakespeare Ambition: Electrical engineer Activities : Senior Play Cast, ’27 Orchestra, ’26 Debating Club, ’24, ’25 Chairman Gift Committee, ’27 Clarence George Gay, “Gay” “I have a heart with room for every joy.” Bailey Ambition: To rest in peace Activities : Class Basketball, ’24, ’25 Varsity Basketball, ’26, ’27 Varsity Baseball, ’26, ’27 Property Com. Senior Play, ’27 Page Sixteen The Pioneer Vice Pres. Radio Club, ’26 Traffic Squad, ’26, ’27 Fire Squad, ’26, ’27 Glenna Gleason, “Glen” “And her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece.’’ Shakespeare Ambition: To be the first woman president of U. S. Activities Vice Pres, of Class, ’26, ’27 Junior Woman’s Club, ’23, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Secretary Junior Woman’s Club, ’26, ’27 Class Hocke}r, ’24, ’25, ’26 Varsity Hockey, ’24, ’25, ’26 Cheer Leader, ’25, ’26, ’27 Junior Senior Reception Com. ’26 A. A. Dance Committee, ’27 Special Chorus, ’23, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Class Basketball, ’24, ’25, ’26 Varsity Basketball, ’26 Mannequin, ’27 Office Work, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Soccer, ’24 Usher Graduation, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Junior Relay Team, ’26 Teacher’s Cabaret, ’24 Rosalys Goddard, “Rosie” “I would be friends with you and have your love.” Shakespeare Ambition: To be a Helen Wills Activities: Varsity Basketball, ’26, ’27 Class Field Hockey, ’27 Senior Play Com. (Publicity) ’27 Picnic Committee, ’27 Tennis, ’26, ’27 Edna May Godfrey, “Ed 1 ” “D. Pedro: A pleasant-spirited lady. Leon: There’s little of the melan¬ choly element in her.” Shakespeare Ambition To be happy Activities : Junior Woman’s Club, ’25, ’26 Senior Play Committee (Ticket, Property) Elizabeth C. Goodwin, “Betty” “Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet’ner of life, and solder of society.” Blair Ambition: To travel Activities Junior Woman’s Club, ’25, ’26, ’27 Class Basketball, ’26 Teacher’s Cabaret, ’25 Special Chorus Junior Prom Committee, ’26 Usher, Graduation, ’26 Senior Ring Committee, ’27 Gladys Harrison, “Giggles” “For she was jes’ the quiet kind Like a stream that keeps a summer wind Snowhid in January.” Lowell Ambition : Artist Activities : Candy Committee, ’27 Fashion Show Committee, ’27 Harriet Louise Hasty “Society became my glittering Bride.” Wadsworth Ambition: To share Cookie’s mil¬ lions Activities : Junior Woman’s Club, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Class Secretary, ’25 Soccer, ’24 Class Basketball, ’25 Indian Club Exhibition, ’25, ’26 Varsity Basketball, ’26 Teacher’s Cabaret Special Chorus Junior Reception Committee, ’26 Usher, Graduation, ’26 Home Room Collector, ’27 Senior Play Committee (Chairman, Publicity) A. A. Dance Committee, ’27 Pearle Marie Hayward, “Pearl” “On things she mused within her thoughtful mind.” Dryden Ambition. To travel around the world Activities : Pioneer Board, ’27 Senior Play Publicity Committee Faculty Honors Roland Wright Holden, “H okey” “I shall be a gen’l’m’n myself one of these days, perhaps, with a pipe in my mouth, and a summer-house in the back garden.’ Dickens The Pioneer Page Seventeen Christina Hopkins, “Happy” “I think happy life consists in tran¬ quility of Mind.” Cicero Ambition: To be a lawyer Activities: Jr. Woman’s Club, ’25, ’26 Robert Edward Horrocks, “Bob” “Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.” Shakespeare Ambition. To successfully entrap the savage whooflegoofflemu Hbeste. Activities : School Orchestra Dorothy Howland, “Dot” “A am a sketcher; See here my doing: Curves of mountain, bridge, Boat, island, ruins of castle.” Tennyson Ambition: Artist Activities: Jr. Woman’s Club, ’25 Senior Play Committee (Scenery and Publicity) Carroll Parker Hoyt, “Garb” “I must have liberty Withall, as large a charter as the world, To blow on whom I please.” Shakespeare Ambition : Aviator Activities : Football, ’25, ’26 Senior Play Committee (Tickets) A. A. Collector, ’27 Pioneer Collector, ’26, ’27 Special Chorus, ’24, ’25, ’26 Double Quartet, ’25, ’26 Traffic Squad, ’26 Fire Squad, ’26 Banquet Committee, ’27 Dorothy Hurd, “Dot” “Sketching with her slender pointed foot Some figure like a wizard pentagram On garden gravel.” Ambition : Artist Activities: Cartoonist for school paper Posters Senior Play (scenery) Ednamay Kelso, “Eddy” “Who does not think Of thy blue eyes’ sweet smile.” Heine Ambition: To succeed in something worth while Activities : Jr. Woman’s Club, ’26, ’27 Senior Play, ’27 Indian Club Exhibition, ’26 Special Chorus, ’25, ’26 Grace Kelso, “I’m heartily pleasant.” Middleton Dudley Bradstreet Killam “He has a wonderful talent for pack¬ ing thought close, and rendering it portable.” Macaulay Ambition: To be an attorney A p + i -t j i f t p c • Debating Team, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Traffic Squad, ’25, ’26, ’27 Senior Play Committee, ’27 Capt. Fire Squad, ’25, ’26, ’27 Ass. Editor of Pioneer, ’27 Class Honors, ’27 Literary Editor Pioneer, ’26 Usher Junior-Senior Reception, ’26 Elizabeth Kinsley, “Kinkie” “Serene and resolute, and still, and calm, and self possessed.” Longfellow Ambition : To be an old maid Activities: Class Basketball, ' 24 Orchestra, ’24, ’25 Junior Senior Reception Com., ’26 Senior Dance Com., ’27 Graduation Chorus Junior Woman’s Club Elizabeth Bertha Knight “No beauty’s like the beauty of the mind.” Cooke Ambition: To know the gold from the dross Activities : Round-up Board, ’24 Basketball Squad, ’24 Patriotic Pageant, ’24 Pioneer Board, ’25, ’26, ’27 Editorial Editor, ’26, ’27 Junior Woman’s Club, ’25, ’26 Prize Play, “Patent Medicine,” ’25 Secretary Junior Woman’s Club, ’26 Graduation Chorus, ’25, ’26 Page Eighteen The Pioneer Christmas Cantata, ’26 Senior Woman’s Club, ’27 Fashion Show, Senior Woman’s Club, ’27 Valedictorian Cecil Raleigh Latham, “Ce” “The first of virtues is to restrain the tongue.” Plutarch Ambition: To be a success Activities: Baseball, ’25, ’26, ’27 Costume Committee, ’24 John Elbridge Lindsay, “Jack” “Think not I am what I appear.” Byron Ambition: Mechanic Activities: Usher, Junior-Senior Reception, ’26 Edna Louise Little, “Teddy” “Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content; The quiet, mind is richer than a crown.” Greene Ambition: Artist Activities : Junior Woman’s Club, ’24, ’25 Indian Club Exhibition, ’25, ’26 Senior Play Candy Committee, ’27 Lillian F. Little “The music of the brook did silence all conversation.” Longfellow Ambition : To travel Activities: Soccer, ’24 Indian Club Exhibition, ’25, ’26 Class Basketball, ’24, ’25 Varsity Basketball, ’26, ’27 Hockey, ’25 Junior Woman’s Club, ’24, ’25 ’26 ’27 ’ ’ ' Junior Prom Committee Senior Party Committee Gladys Elizabeth Livingstone, “Skeezix” “A happy-tempered bringer of the best out of the worst.” Browning Ambition : Singer Activities: Soccer, ’24 Hockey, ’24, ’25 Varsity Hockey, ’26, ’27 ■ Class Basketball, ’26, ’27 Sportsmanship Brotherhood, ’26 Tormentor Board, ’25 Senior Play Ticket Committee, ’27 Banquet Committee, ’27 Carl Moore Lougee, “Lou” “And what he dares to dream of dares to do.” Lowell Ambition: To satisfy someone Activities: Baseball, ’25, ’26, ’27 Class Basketball, ’26 Traffic Squad, ’26, ’27 Fire Squad, ’26, ’27 Tormentor, ’24, ’25 Gym Exhibition, ’25 Head Usher, Senior Play, ’27 Class Banquet Committee, ’27 Madeline Nancy Lyons “Maddie” “In friendship I early was taught to believe.” Byron Ambition: Physical Instructor Activities: Soccer, ’24 Class Basketball, ’ 24 (Captain) Class Hockey, ’25 Mgr. Hockey, ’24, ’25 Varsity Hockey, ’25, ’26 Varsity Basketball, ’25, ’26, ’27 (Captain ’27) Tennis Team, ’26 Junior Women’s Club, ’26, ’27 Vice President of Class, ’25, ’26 Class Treasurer, ’27 A. A. Dance, ’26 Senior Play Committee Junior Girl Special Chorus, ’26 Sportsmanship Brotherhood, ’26 Phophecy Virginia Louise MacBrien, “Jin” “No childish play To me is pleasing; all my mind is set Serious to learn and know and thence to do. ’ Milton Affibition: To rival Cicero Activities : Class Basketball, ’24, ’25 Class Hockey, ’25 Teachers’ Club Cabaret, ’25 Health Play, ’25 Field Day, ’26 Indian Club Exhibition, ’25, ’26 Junior Woman’s Club, ’25, ’26, ’27 Varsity Basketball, ’26, ’27 The Pioneer Page Nineteen Senior Play Committee, ’27 Faculty Honors Florence Isabelle MacCaughey “Flossie” or “Mac” “Blue were her eyes as the fairy- flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day.” Longfellow Ambition: To be an organist Activities : Senior Play Costume Com. ’27 Elizabeth Manning, “Beth” “She cheerful, fresh, and full of joy- aunce glad.” Spenser Ambition: To travel anywhere and everywhere Activities : Senior Play Committee (Property) Junior Women’s Club, ’25, ’26, ’27 Class Field Hockey, ’26 Manager Varsity Field Hockey, ’26 Indian Club Exhibition, ’25, ’26 Teachers’ Cabaret, ’25 William Mathieson, “Bill” “Thou art a cat, a rat, and a cow r ard to boot.” Cervantes “I did but jest.” Shakespeare Ambition: Professional athlete Activities : Football, ’25, ’26 Class Basketball, ’25 Varsity Basketball, ’27 Picnic Committee, ’27 Stanley Maxwell, “Mac” “Far may we search before we find a heart so manly and so kind.” Scott Ambition: Projectionist Activities: President of Camera Club, ’26 Helen Frances MacKay, “Hylie” “What sweet delight a quiet life affords.” Drummond Ambition: Stenographer Activities: Candy Committee, ’27 Office, ’27 Dorothy Mercer, “Dot” A merry companion is welcome and acceptable to all.” Burton Ambition. To be a successful private secretary Activities : Junior Women’s Club, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Senior Play Candy Committee, ’27 Special Chorus, ’26 Teachers’ Cabaret, ’25 Hockey, ’25 Office, ’27 Field Day, ’26 Alfred Manning Merritt, “Rabbit” “Great manliness and love of sports, A grave, wise thoughtfulness and truth, A merry fun.” Masefield Ambition: To live and let live Activities: Class President, ’24 Class Basketball, ’25 Health Play, ’24 Football, ’25, ’26, ’27 Baseball, ’25, ’26, ’27 Special Chorus, ’25 Second Basketball, ’26 Class Track, ’26 Gym Exhibition, ’26 Torch Oration, ’26 Acceptance of Spade, ’26 Class President, ’27 Basketball, ’27 Track ’27 “Miss’Civilization,” ’27 Torch Oration, ’27 Dorothy Mock, “Dot” “Patience is the passion of great hearts.” Lowell Ambition: Medical profession Activities : Chairman Candy Committee, ’27 Marguerette Elizabeth Morrill, “Margie” “Can any wind blow rough upon a blossom So fair and tender?” Fletcher Ambition: To be the wfife of the mayor of North Reading Activities : Senior Play Candy Committee, ’27 Newell Howes Morton, “Newt” “Just of thy word, in every thought sincere Who knew no wish, but wffiat the world might hear.” p ope Ambition: To get somewhere Activities : Page Twenty The Pioneer Pioneer Board, ’27 A. A. Collector, ’27 Football, ’25 Usher, Junior-Senior Reception, ’26 Dramatics, ’26, ’27 Pioneer Collector, ’27 Debating Club, ’24, ’25 Traffic Squad, ’26, ’27 Class Secretary, ’26 Election Committee, ’27 Robert Benjamin Mount, “Bob” “Who can enjoy alone? Or all enjoying, what contentment End?” Milton Ambition: To be some good to the world, not a mere hinderance Activities: Class Basketball, ’24, ’25 Varsity Football, ’25, ’26, ’27 Junior Prom Committee, ’26 Junior-Senior Reception Com., ’26 Junior Class Relay Team, ’26 Senior Track Team, ’27 Class Will, ’27 Debating Club, ’26 Member Hi-Y Club, ’27 Frances Musgrave, “Fran” “The music soars within the little lark And the lark soars.” E. B. Browning Ambition : Lawyer Activities : Junior Women’s Club Priscilla Newell, “Bunny” “A glad blithsomeness belonged to her.” New Princeton Review Ambition : To be an aviatress of non¬ stop flight to North Reading Activities : Senior Chorus, ’26 Senior Play Candy Committee Junior Women’s Club, ’24, ’25 Fashion Show Committee, ’27 Robert D. Norton, “Bob” “There is no wisdom like frankness.” Disraeli Ambition: To clean up Wall Street Activities: Class Basketball, ’25, ’26 Football, ’27 Special Chorus, ’25, ’26 Male Octet, ’27 Picnic Committee, ’27 Senior Play Ticket Committee, ’27 Barbara Towle Nutter, “Barb” “A quiet conscience makes one so serene!” Byron Ambition : To be happy Activities : Class Basketball, ’25, ’26 Soccer, ’24 Special Chorus, ’25, ’26, ’27 Junior Prom Committee, ’26 Pin and Ring Committee, ’27 Junior Women’s Club, ’24, ’25, ’26 Girls’ Tennis Manager, ’26 Fashion Show, ’27 Fletcher George Parker, “Fritz” “A young cowt (colt) will canter, be it up hill or down.” Ambition : To be or not to be Activities : Special Chorus, ’25 Chairman Ring Committee, ’27 Eula Eleanor Parsons “She was all good humour, spirits, sense and agreeability.” Mme. D’Arbley Ambition: To swim the Atlantic Ocean Activities: Special Chorus, ’24, ’25, ’26 Class Basket Ball, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Varsity Basketball, ’27 Class Hockey, ’25, ’26 Varsity Hockey Team, ’26 Teachers’ Cabaret, ’25 ' Senior Play Committee Louise Porch “There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the Mighty Dead.” Thomson Ambition: To place between that which has been and that which is to be an untransitional space. Activities : Junior Women’s Club Rotary Club Exercise Senior Women’s Club Pioneer, ’26, ’27 Motto Committee, ’27 Fashion Show, ’27 Allen Putnam, A1” “A little nonsense now and then Page Twenty-one The Pioneer Is relished by the wisest men.” Disraeli Ambition : 10,00 (up not down) Activities Debating Club, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Tormentor Staff, ’25, ’26 Camera Club, ’25, ’26, ’27 Assistant Manager Baseball, ’26 Traffic Squad, ’25, ’27 Senior Play, ’27 Class Historian, ’27 Evelyn Anne Riley, “Bunny” “Bright eyes, Light eyes! Daughter of a Fay.” Buchanan Ambition: To be a private secretary Activities : Junior Women’s Club, ’25, ’26, ’27 Basketball, ’25, ’26, ’27 Senior Dance Committee, ’27 Field Day Drill, ’26 Special Chorus, ’26 Christmas Play, ’25 Marjorie Ritchie, “Midge” or “Marge” “A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find.” Herrick Ambition: To travel—do something exciting Activities : Soccer, ’24 Class Basketball, ’24 Hockey, ’25 Indian Club Exhibition, ’25, ’26 Manager Basketball, ’27 Junior Women’s Club, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Senior Play Secretary Senior Class Special Chorus, ’25 Usher Graduation, ’26 Collector, ’27 Martha Louise Roberts, “Bob” “Of thi fairnisse, of thi swetnisse, of thi lotleschipe (littleship) we knowe.” Anonymous Activities : Senior Dance Committee, ’27 Edwin Noah Sanborn, “Ed” “He seemed For dignity compos’d and high ex¬ ploit.” Milton Ambition : Civil Engineer Activities : Class Basketball, ’26 Football, ’26, ’27 Property Committee, ’27 Senior Ring Committee, ’27 Bernard Schimpfke, “Buggy” “Oh, it is excellent to have mighty strength.” Shakespeare ' Ambition : To be successful in what¬ ever I take up Activities : Baseball, ’25, ’26 Football, ’25, ’26 Publicity Com. Senior Play, ’27 Senior Track, ’27 George Nelson Noyes Siegars, “Red” “’Tis but a worthless world to win or lose.” Byron Ambition: To be an English Instruc¬ tor under Mrs. Lyla Davis? Activities : Football, ’25, ’26 Basketball, ’26, ’27 (Captain) Junior Prom Committee, ’26 Business Manager Pioneer, ’26, ’27 Orchestra, ’24, ’25, ’26 Class Basketball, ’25 Junior-Senior Reception, ’26 Traffic Squad Duncan Henry Stanley “A fellow-feeling makes one won¬ drous kind.” Garrick John Stanley “He is a good fellow in intention and a likable one in person.” North American Review Ambition: To savvy Milton Activities : Debating Club, ’25, ’26, ’27 Debating Sec., ’27 Debating Team, ’26 Class Basketball, ’26 Senior Track, ’27 Merritt Winters Skidmore “Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.” Homer Ambition : Bookkeeper Activities : Special Chorus, ’25 ' , ’26, ’27 William St. Louis, Jr., “Saint” “Law, Brer Tarry!” sez Brer Fox. Page Twenty-four The Pioneer sezee, “you ain’t see something yit. Ef you wanter sho’ nuff see some¬ thing, you des oughter go ’longer me. I’m de man w’at kin show you some¬ thing,” sezee. Harris Ambition : To be tall Activities : Varsity Football, ’24, ’25, ’26 Senior Play, ’27 Faculty Play, ’27 Class Basketball, ’25 Class Track, ’26 A. A. Collector, ’26 Class Will, ’27 Usher, Junior-Senior Prom, ’26 Debating Club, ’23, ’24 Muriel Steele “A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.” Tennyson Ambition : Interior Decorator Activities : Senior Play Ticket Committee, ’27 Junior Women’s Club, ’27 Class Basketball, ’27 “Miss Civilization,” ’27 Fashion Show, ’27 Usher at Teachers’ Club Plays, ’27 Gloria Stevens, “Glo” “Zealous, yet modest.” Beattie Ambition : To be a success Activities : Junior Women’s Club, ’27 Class Basketball, ' ’24 Varsity Basketball, ’25, ’27 Class Hockey, ’25, Varsity Hockey, ’26, ’27 Relay Team, ’26, ’27 Health Play, ’25 Chairman Property Com., Senior Play, ’27 Picnic Committee, ’27 Cheer Leader, ’26 Tennis, ’27 Pioneer Board, ’27 Robert Stevens, “Steve” “He’d undertake to prove, by force of argument, a man’s no horse. He’d prove a buzzard is no fowl, and that a toad may be an owl, a calf an Alderman, a goose a Justice and rooks, committe-men or trustees.” Butler Ambition : To be in Montana in 1923 Activities : Debating Club, ’26, ’27 Football, ’25, ’26 Arthur Stevenson, “Sam” “I never, with important air, In conversation overbear.” Ambition : To travel Activities : Scenery Committee, Senior Play, ’27 Ermel M. Sturges, “Sunny” “Sweet as dew.” Preston Ambition : Private Secretary Activities : Junior Women’s Club, ’27 Eleanor Surrette “One firm and standing in her pur¬ poses, not heau’d off with each wind and passion.” Bp. Earle Ambition: Nurse Activities : Costume Review Committee Philip Benjamin Swain, “Flip” “What better fare than well content.” Shakespeare Ambition : To attend school regularly Activities : Football, ’26 Senior Staging Committee, ’27 Edward Tasney, “Ted” “So blithe an debonair.” Milton Ambition : Sport reporter .Activities : Camera Club, ’24, ’25, ’26 Scenery Committee, ’27 Baseball Managar, ’27 Emery Taylor, ‘ Em” “He is liked because he is likable.” Thackery Kennison Thaxter “I would help others out of a fellow- feeling James Tibbetts, “Jim” or “Tib” “The music that can deepest reach, and cure all ill, is cordial speech.” Ambition: College education in Science Activities : Camera Club, ’26 Orchestra, ’27 Operetta, ’27 Scenery Committee, ’27 The Pioneer Page Twenty-five Margaret Tolman, “Midge” or “Marge” “Those eyes, affectionate and glad, that seemed to love whate’er they looked upon.” Campell Ambition: Travel the world round Activities : Soccer, ’24 Hockey, ’25 Teachers’ Cabaret, ’25 Christmas Cantata, ’26 Christmas Play, ’26 Special Chorus, ’26 Chairman, Scenery Committee, ’27 Junior Woman’s Club, ’27 Pinafore Scenery Substitute for Mr. Halpin, ’26 Field Day Drill Exhibition, ’26 Helen Turner, “Dutch” “But ah, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so beautiful a sight!” Suckling Ambition: To eat, dance, and be merry Activities : Soccer, ’24 Class Basketball, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Senior Play, ’27 Junior Woman’s Club, ’24, ’25, ’26 ’27 J. W. C. Vice President, ’26, Presi¬ dent, ’27 Orchestra, ’24, ’25, ’26 Special Chorus, ’25 Pioneer, ’26, ’27 Fashion Show, ’25 A. A. Dance, ’27 Clifton Hugh Turner, “Tip” or “Tippy” “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come here my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Calloy! He chortled in his joy.” Dodgson Ambition: To find what I am best suited for in the line of work. Activities: Debating Club, ’24, ’25 Football Manager, ’26 Usher, Senior Play, ’27 Alfred Tyler, “Al” “Happy am I, from care I’m free! Why aren’t they all contented like me!” Opera of La Boyadere Activities: Football, ’26 Track, ’27 Senior Play Ticket Committee, ’27 Stephen Wadsworth, “Steve” “Aj bold, bad man !” Spenser Ambition : Always to be sober Activities : Football, ’24 Class Track, ’26 Orchestra, ’23 Doris Frances Wall, “Dot” “Surely never did there live on earth One of kindlier nature.” Wordsworth Ambition : To be a success Activities : Special Chorus, ’26 Operetta, ’27 Publicity Committee, ’27 Russell Elwin Ward “Rusty” or “Peg” “The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free !” Cornwall Ambition: To be something worth while Activities : Class Basketball, ’24, ’25 ' Captain Sophomore Class, ’24, ’25 Pres. Sophomore Class, ’24, ’25 Senior Play Property Com., ’27 Varsity, 2nd Team Basketball, ’25, ’26 Helen Louise Warren “The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known.” Spenser Ambition: To be a teacher Activities: Motto Committee Ruth Westcott, “Ruthie” “A face with gladness overspread! Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!” Wordsworth Ambition: To be President Activities : Office Work Ellen Wiberg, “Spooks” “My favored temple is an humble heart.” Bailey Ambition: To be a musician Activities : Candy Committee, ’27 Banquet Committee, ’27 Twenty-six The Pioneer Joseph Wright, “Joe” “His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.” Shakespeare Ambition: To be an oil magnate Activities : Physical Training Exhibition, ’25 Lawrence Zwicker, “Laurie” “Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes !” Goldsmith Ambition: To be E. Pluribus Unus Activities : Class Basketball , ’23 Vice President of Class, ’23 Varsity Basketball, ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 Treasurer of Class, ’24 Double Quartet, ’24, ’25 Varsity Football, ’25, ’26, ’27 Junior Prom Committee, ’26 Junior-Senior Reception, ’26 President of Class, ’26 Pioneer Collector, ’27 A. A. Collector, ’27 Banquet Committee, ’27 Publicity Com. of Senior Play, ’27 R. H. S. Track Team, ’27 SENIOR CLASS ELECTIONS Smallest—Martha Roberts Most Attentive—Louise Porch Prettiest—Barbara Nutter Most Sociable—Madeline Lyons Most Studious—Elizabeth Knight Most Adorable—Enide Sturges Most Poetic—Pearl Haywood Quietest—Helen Brown Noisiest—Frances Musgrave Most Trustworthy—Madeline Lyons Cleverest—Frank Beecher Joiliest—Elizabeth Goodwin Most Bashful—Joseph Wright Wittiest—Frank Beecher Best Traveling Salesman—Alfred Tyler Most Bewitching Eyes— Marjorie Ritchie Most Sparkling Teeth—Carrol Hoyt Best Natured—Madeline Lyons Sweetest Little Thing—Martha Roberts Tallest—Clarence Gay Most Artistic—Dorothy Hurd Class “Collegian”—George Siegars Best Farmer of the Year— James Tibbets Most Accomplished Personage— Louise Porch Most Innocent—Christine Hopkins Most Knowing—Elizabeth Knight Teacher’s Favorite—Louise Porch Jazziest—Helen Turner Best Prize Fighter—William St. Louis Best Minister—Walter Freeman Most Solemn—Arthur Stevenson Biggest Flirt—Helen Turner A Future Financial King— Robert Norton Movie “Shiek”—Joseph Wright Most Contented—Glenna and Bob Most Popular—Alfred Merritt Most Talkative—Frances Musgrave Speediest—Alfred Tyler Class “Dude”—Robert Norton Junior Boy—Richard Pomfret Junior Girl—Thelma McClintock Daintiest—Donald Carter Most Gentlemanly—Joseph Byram Laziest—George Siegars CLASS PROPHECY On one of the warm, mild evenings of the spring just past, I was studying with more or less enthusiasm an ex¬ tremely difficult math, problem in co¬ operation with o ne well versed in such matters. Complications ensued as they will under such trying circumstances. Neither I nor my young lady com¬ panion could bring forth the least light on the subject in question. Our con¬ centration was nil and an atmosphere of unrest pervaded the whole room. I noticed that her glance strayed con¬ tinually toward my bookcase. Following her glance I discovered that she was closely studying a small, extremely dusty green-bound volume almost hidden by other volumes of much greater size. I wondered greatly thereat. Finally she arose and took out the volume under survey. After considerable scraping the book was revealed to be a copy of Smith and Lily’s Rhetoric which I re- The Pioneer Page Twenty-seven called having found in school, used it a few times and then brought home to lie unused until now. I took it from her, turned a few pages discovering nothing but the cut and dried phrases of your ' school-boy’s English book. “For the love of Pete” I sighed “Put up that book and let’s get down to work.” I turned to the paper laden table and Maddy started to replace the book. Hearing a grunt of astonishment from me, she looked around. It was small wonder that I was startled. There be¬ fore us stood the most wierd figure that I had ever seen. This figure seemed almost an apparition. It stood about four feet two, or three, enveloped in a black cloak of innumerable folds which somehow failed to conceal the short gnarled bowed legs. The head was positively massive, covered with a matted mass of tousled black hair. Keen black eyes peered from beneath shaggy black brows. What could be seen of the face was a veritable mass of wrinkles, wrinkles denoting ages of bitter, trying experience. One claw-like hand was extended before him continually mov¬ ing in a small circle. The other was hidden inside the swathing cloak. I stood for a moment feeling great surprise not untinged with awe. Finally I found my voice. “Well” I inquired nervously “Who or what are you?” The strange figure spoke. The voice was deep and growling and failed to reassure me in the least. “I,” he growled, “Am the modern re¬ incarnation of Arthur’s wonderous magician, Merlin.” My relief was great. I knew, of course, now, that I was dreaming. “Is that so?” I observed politely. “Well, what can we do for you?” ‘ Nay” he growled “The favor is mine to do.” He sidled up to the table, took up Smith and Lily’s Rhetoric and made a few mysterious passes around it with a slim black wand. Turning to us he spoke. “You two are blessed of the gods. Yours is a fortunate fate as you have been selected to receive the blessing which I am forced to bestow on some¬ one.” He blew his nose violently and went on. “In this book which I hold in my hand there are exactly one hun¬ dred and nine pages. Each one is dedicated to the future of one of your classmates. The power to reveal the secret of these pages is mine and mine alone.” I did my best to look politely inter¬ ested. “Pray do so,” I begged. “I must,” he roared. “The fates de¬ cree it.” He went on, growling and rumbling as he spoke. “Belittle not the one who is about to bless you with the vision of the future.” He fumbled inside his cloak bringing forth a little round black box. This he opened and poured a heap of dull green powder into my ash tray. Again his wand described its magic circle while he mumbled mysterious and broken phrases none of which I could catch. The heap of powder began to glow and smoulder, then burst forth into a bright steady flame. The strange man stepped back triumphantly. “There,” he cried, “Now you have but to tear the pages from the book, place them in that flame and the future of each and every one of your classmates will be revealed to you.” My cynicism had fled. I sat breath¬ less. Incessant and painful pinching had convinced me that this was not a dream. Maddy was as spellbound as I. “Set to,” cried the magician im¬ periously. “Time is short.” At that he snapped his fingers and on the opposite wall a large silver screen appeared. Excitedly I tore a page loose, crumpled it and thrust it into the flame. There was a small flare, a puff of smoke, and a figure appeared on the screen. I was greatly thrilled. The figure moved and acted true to life, and seemed just like an Page Twenty-eight The Pioneer ordinary moving picture show. I could hear Maddy gasping beside me. Then I cried out, “Why it is our beloved and esteemed president, A1 Merritt.” I watched the screen for a while and to my horror I became convinced that Alfred’s pursuits were of a shady char¬ acter. He is now President of A. M. Merritt Co., Insurance Collectors. Any man possessing an ancient and timeworn auto of which he desires to be rid of has but to hand it over to Al. After he has driven it for a while it is easy to collect the insurance. As I watched, I saw that Al had lost none of his former skill in this line. Another page followed the first. Another picture showed on the screen, a picture of active hardy life, life in the raw. A bucking broncho twists and turns, pitching madly like a wild thing, stirring the dust, and furrowing the earth. Who is the lean rangy cow- puncher who sits calmly astride this fiercely plunging animal? None but our old friend Nasty Norton. He is the pride of the O-bar-O. There is not a horse in the country that can unseat him. His famous legs easily account for his success. This picture faded and another took its place as I replenished the fire. A massive football field was before me. Powerful teams plunge up and down in signal drill, and galloping backs strike terror into the heart of the tackier. The dominant figure who looks so capable is the coach. He is the greatest coach in the country. Larry Zwicker attained his reputation through his ability at teaching his young charges to carry the ball beyond the five yard line. If you ask him, he will explain just why this habit is useful. The next picture showed an immense baseball park. The Now York Yankees, leading the league were playing the Boston Red Sox. Our friend Merlin explained to us that the Yankees had reached this enviable position through the ability of four players. I saw these players in action. They were Spud Conti, Art Conti, Cee Latham, and Clarence Gay. You can see for your¬ self that they are a flashy jpunch. Just to keep the game from being one-sided, Carl Lougee, catching for the Sox, strode to the plate and hit a home run. At this performance I saw somebody in the background go wild with glee. It turned out to be Teddy Tasney, manager of the Sox. Perhaps some of you in the near future will go to the New Metropolitan Theatre in New York. Here the world’s greatest artists play, holding the elite, critical audiences spellbound. In my vision of a performance held there, I saw some rare talent. Glavi- sia Livingstoni, the foremost diva of the Opera Co. rendered a little selec¬ tion. This marvellous soprano seemed familiar to me. It was none other than our own Gladys Livingstone. She has sung before all the royalty of Europe. A second Fritz Kreisler starred at this performance. Surely that face was familiar to me and I had seen that piano accompanist before. Of course, it was George “Red” Siegars and his accompanist was Helen Turner. I recalled that Dutch long ago, used to like to accompany “Red” anyway. High up in the projection room, the young man, an artist in his line, who held the dazzling spotlight steady had once been a member of R. H. S. ’27. Stanley Maxwell is the world’s great¬ est projectionist. The application of fresh pictures nearly brought a tear to my eye. I recalled two girls who had ambitions for great wealth. Leonice Cook once expressed a desire to marry a million¬ aire. It was a fierce contest between her and Harriet Hasty, but eventually Cookie won the wealthy E. Sassafras Guzzlewill, the Saurkraut King. Har¬ riet, however, was not foiled. She sued Guzzleswill for so much heart balm that all he has left is his insur¬ ance. Let us hope that Cookie does not try to collect this in the usual way. The magic screen revealed to me the massive garage of our little mechanic, The Pioneer Page Tweney-nine Red Dunn. Red cures a mean flivver just as he did in the good old days. He is shown before his palatial garage with his head mechanic, John Stanley. The torn leaves upon my fire were producing a strange effect. The screen took me all around the country. The next revelations were in Hollywood. Carroll Parker Hoyt, the greatest young dramatic actor in the business did a little scene for my benefit with his new leading lady, Ednamay Kelso. All the passion and fervor which Hoyt showed in his early youth were brought out perfectly here. On the next lot Hokie Holden stop¬ ped with his face, a custard pie flung from the accurate hand of his brother comedian, Bob Dewey. These two make a great team, and their act re¬ ceived my entire approval. Danny Chamberlain, although he smokes a villianous pipe, brings forth some of the best sellers every year. As an author, Dan is undeniably good. Perhaps the training of Mrs. Davis is in some slight measure responsible. Two fiery debaters stood and bel¬ lowed at each other before a large and intelligent gathering. Dudley Kil- lam has the affirmative; resolved, pro¬ hibition is a benefit to the U. S. Joseph Byram ardently defends the negative. Each of these orators pleads nobly. However the Judge, our friend Douglas Daniel, declares Killam to be the win¬ ner. This may be explained by the fact that Doug has a big interest in a large bootlegging concern. In New York there are numerous big red stores sometimes referred to as Woolworth’s Five and Ten Cent Stores. We will visit one of these. A few of our old girl friends hold high positions here. There in charge of the perfume counter was our old friend, Ruth Colby Ruth knows her goods to the last de¬ gree as she did back at R. H. S. Frances Musgrave has complete dominion over the novelty counter. She delights in selling pink elephants to worn out grandfathers. No masher ever bothers her but once. The candy department is well handled by Evelyn Riley. What she doesn’t eat she sells. The next page was dedicated to sports. Buggy Schimpfke, our own stalwart Buggy, soon after his gradu¬ ation from Reading High, toppled the heavyweight champion from his throne. Now he successfully defeats all con¬ tenders. The mournful lad all bruised and beaten, that you see is Bill Math- ieson. Bill was down but not out (for more than an hour). Even Egypt did not escape the curse of the class of ’27. A little group of tourists, the souvenir collecting kind, passed through this country, creating quite a stir. Betty Goodwin, Dorothy Mock, Betty Manning, and Gloria Stevens were quite taken by the Great Pyramid. And the Pyramid was more or less taken by them. There is more to the party. Here we have Doris Wall, with the aid of Christina Hopkins, luring away the Sphinx. Egypt will bless the day this party leaves, although the evidence points that they will not leave much. This flashy young man is the clever¬ est salesman in the world. Robert Horrocks can sell boiled hams in Pal¬ estine. How did he get that way? No one knows. Ralph Johnson seems to be in tough shape. His sweetheart has just told him that he isn’t fit to sleep with a pig. But we know better. Ralph is fit to sleep with a pig. Steve Wadsworth is now president of the Green Flivver Taxi Co. He learned all about green flivvers in his youth. Also for some association of sentiment, Steve refuses to hire any drivers unless they are named Jesse. Conflicting ambitions were the down¬ fall of this girl. Political aspirations cannot enter into the life of a home girl. Glenna Gleason, desiring to be President of the U. S. lost the love of her anamoratu. Now she sits alone at home knitting and feeding the cat. Strange as it may seem, Robert B. Page Thirty The Pioneer Mount, Jr., is only a shadow of his former self. He was disappointed in an “affair de coeur” early in life. You can see for yourself that Bob is a bit peaked. Louise Porch is now president of the Amalgamated Mucilage Corporation. Miss Porch finds ample use for her executive ability at the head of this concern and her sticktoitiveness has enabled her to corner the world’s mucilage supply. In her outer office she has the most efficient corps of stenographers in the country. They are Helen Brown, Beatrice Bryden, Edna Godfrey, Gladys Harrison, Helen MacKay, Dorothy Mercer, Margaret Morrill, and Ruth Westcott reading diagonally from left to right. These girls are all stickers. Perhaps some day when you are doing nothing in particular this young lady will call on you. As a young girl Elizabeth Knight appreciated the use¬ fulness of continual energy. Her later career has developed this idea. She goes from home to home dutifully in¬ stilling energy into each and all. She sells Wiggly Chewing Gum to keep you busy in spare moments. Who is this garl who downs those cream puffs, sundaes, and iced fruits? It looks like Muriel Steele. I recall that she had an ambition to become an interior decorator. She seems to be doing a good job at decorating one in¬ terior. The magic screen showed me that two of my classmates are now on the bench. Newell Morton is the rural justice of Podunk County and holds his seat with great pomp and dignity. I had the privilege of seeing him try Johnny Lindsay, who had been arrested for speeding. The other bench dignitary is not as worthy as his honor Judge Morton. Fritz Parker has established a world’s record for holding down park benches. I watched his innocent countenance as he slept blissfully. Unfortunately for him, Officer Ainsworth came along and arrested him for vagrancy. Alfred Tyler still plods ceaselessly from house to house selling his won¬ derful magazines. Eventually, A1 hopes to earn sufficient money to enter some college. A peaceful New Hampshire scene was spread before me. Despite the hair in their ears I recognized Elmer MacKay and Jim Tibbetts. These lads raise a mean cow. I wish I could successfully interpret to you the feelings which I had upon seeing the future of so many class¬ mates shown to me. Despite the in¬ tense excitement he was experiencing, F. Reginald had given me the magic book to kindle the prophet’s fire and sat back to back with keen interest. Time is so short you will pardon the brevity as I relate to you just what I saw. I tore off one of the pages just as my companion had done and im¬ mediately became engrossed in the magic screen. The picture shown upon the screen was Victor Bearse. He is now presi¬ dent of the little red stores commonly known as the Great Atlantic and Pacific Co. His private secretary, Thelma Brown, will tell you that he is the most efficient and the cleverest man in the business. Oh, by the way, the days of Susan Lenglen and Helen Wills are gone. Now it is Rosalys Goddard. She is the queen of all court stars. The arm does it. Also along the line of sports I dis¬ covered that Gertrude Ederle has had her little fling. I understand that Eula Parsons intends to start on her Atlan¬ tic Ocean swim as soon as weather settles. No, Leon Dudley has not shrunk This is one of his pets. Dudley is some electrical engineer. My interest was growing and as I applied fresh fuel to my magic fire, a great secret was revealed to me. I saw before me a little gloomy room. It was the headquarters of New York’s The Pioneer Page Thirty-one greatest political boss. He was con¬ versing with his campaign manager. Allan Putnam, running for Mayor, slaps his manager, Clifton Turner, on the shoulder and advises some of their boosters be sent out to stuff the ballots. Consequently six hirelings were sent out to do their work. Kenneth Barrett, George Burke, James Dulong, Merritt Skidmore, Duncan Stanley, and Arthur Stevenson are the best in their busi¬ ness. Putnam will be Mayor if they are at all capable. The intricacies of political life were further revealed to me. The magic screen brought forth a view of the smoky city of Pittsburgh. There was trouble in the mills. Phillip Swain, leader of a delegation of mill hands, confers with the capital leader, Edwin Sanborn. Other delegates of the labor party, Robert Stevens, Joseph Wright, and Norman Clark urge drastic meas¬ ures. Sanborn, however, is always just. He settles all his disputes with the pacificism with which his early career was marked. Rural scenes of beauty and simplicity were shown. Here is the formost school of art in the country. Reading High’s star artists, Dorothy Hurd, Dorothy Howland, Ethel Anderson, and Marion Allard transform the awk¬ ward students into masters in their line. The four are easily the best quartette of art teachers in the country. Perhaps sometime you will visit this wonderful theatre. It is a far cry from the old Reading Nickelodeon, but it still has the same manager. You can see that Emery Taylor has come up in the world. He looks proud. Also, by the way, our own Florence MacCaughey is the organist. She had wonderful early training. The influence of the Reading Library still holds. Barbara Nutter balances the books for Gypem Co. She does a good job too. This ministerial looking person? Oh yes, Walter Freeman, the undertaker. Walter does a big business and seems to thrive on it. There is some trouble here. The Thumb Tack Queen of Wall Street, Alice Downs, is involved in an em¬ bezzlement scandal. Things look dark for the lady trillionaire but let us hope that through the skill of her famous woman lawyer, Virginia MacBrien, she will get off. The Heavenly sisters, Lillian and Edna Little, now keep the Free Home for Decrepit Mice. Under the gentle and loving g,are of these two, the mice are readily transformed to playthings for contented kittens. Martha Roberts, our big girl, now runs one of the discrete modiste’s shops in Paris. Two of her models Ermil Sturges and Majorie Ritchie are known the world over. Here you might see Elizabeth Kinsley purchasing a few dozen frocks and gowns for next week’s wear. Katherine Esty is now the chief cook of the royal household. She keeps the King of England in good humor with her wonderful and tasty dishes. The little girl pealing potatoes is in a large measure responsible for Miss Esty’s success. Dorothy Hezelton can peel potatoes with the best of them. If you ever visited the Santa Flora Grade School in California you would find several former R. H. S. girls putting the children through their edu¬ cational paces. Louise Briggs has charge of the drawing department, Helen Warren explains the intricasies of mathematics endeavoring to teach that 2x2 make 4 and not 7. Margaret Tolman teaches Language, expressing due horror at such words as “aint” and “shant.” Ellen Wiberg manages the gym classes. The whole school loves their dear teachers. Blanche Anderson answered an ad¬ vertisement for a travelling companion for an old lady. She received the position and the old lady turned out to be Grace Kelso. They are now touring the west in luxurious comfort. Gradually the pages of my little Page Thirty-two The Pioneer book had been lessening. There were just half a dozen left. I placed three of these in the flame. The hospital of Dr. Russell Ward was shown. His head nurse, Priscilla Newell and his assistant nurse, Eleanor Surrette are two of the most efficient nurses in the country. Rusty performs a mean operation himself. His patients some¬ times recover. I saw Maddy reach out to grasp one of the last three pages. Friend Merlin interfered here. He grabbed the book and hugged it to him. “Nay,” he cried, “these are your own futures and you cannot see them.” “That suits me,” I cried, “But the third one must be Bill St. Louis’s. I want to see that.” The magician started back terror- stricken and shuffled his number nines nervously. His face was a picture of abject misery. “Alas,” he sobbed, “It can never be.” Like a flash he darted to the window and without a word climbed out. But not before I had seen this view. At last I know Big Bad Bill’s fate. The legs had exposed him. Desiring to acquaint our classmates with what we knew, Maddy and I boiled down the ashes of our fire, made them into plates and showed, them again on the magic screen. You have seen the result. Do not blame us for the fault is not ours. We, too, were compelled. F. B. and M. L. CLASS HISTORY A poor ragged historian Sat at his desk Absently scratching The spots off his vest. With no apologies to F. Reggie The Class of 1927! What a wonder¬ ful class we are. Our record will go down in history, we hope, as the greatest class that ever graduated. At least we think so and—“As a man thinketh, so he is.” We were sentenced as inmates of this great institution far, far back in Sep¬ tember 1923, and then—we made four great mistakes—altho our teachers in¬ sist we made a great many more than four. The First Mistake Our first mistake was undoubtedly our worst. Nobody took any notice of us, so we decided to make ourselves known. In a very few days the school property had a serious case of 1 ‘ ’27- itus ”—’27s were chalked on every con¬ ceivable surface. Books, desks, black¬ boards, and walls all bore our inscrip¬ tion. A gigantic ’27 was written high on the wall of the gym. But alas! We reckoned without consequences. A selected group of Seniors chose our “Laurie” Z wicker as their objective, chased him nearly to the Highland School, brought him, back only about half dressed, and forcibly assisted him to erase every vestige of that glaring ’27, while we sat in the bleachers, help¬ less to aid “Laurie.” We finally settled down to business and elected “ A1 ” Merritt, president, ‘ ‘ Laurie,” vice president, and 1 ‘ Cookie, ” secretary-treasurer. 1 1 Cubby ’ ’ White represented us on the diamond and our class basket-ball team was runner-up for the champion¬ ship, losing the play-off to the Seniors. The girls’ class basket-ball team, how¬ ever, won the cup, resulting in much rejoicing. Some of us may remember that it was in this dark age that the English classes went to see “The Merchant of Venice.” No doubt most of us were more inter¬ ested in the thrill of coming home on the last train than in the play. Imagine dear little freshmen abroad at the out¬ landish hour of midnight. We were well disciplined when we were freshmen. Whenever we became restless, Mr. Halpin would gently warn us, by pointing to the window, and say¬ ing, “Remember, it’s a long w T ay to the ground!” Oh boy! We are a great class! The Pioneer Page Thirty-three The Second Mistake After being let out on parole for two months we came back to serve another term. We voted “ Rusty’’ Ward for president, with i 1 Maddie ’ ’ Lyons, vice- president, “Laurie, ” treasurer, and Harriett Hasty, secretary. Football was revived in good old R. H. S. and “Al,” “Bill” Mathieson, “Bob” Mount, “Franny” Dunn and “Steve 1 Wadsworth tiirned outl. ‘ 1 Steve ” started out like a whirlwind, but, unfortunately, broke his ankle, put¬ ting him out of the game for the rest of the season. In basket-ball we contributed ‘ ‘ Lau¬ rie ’ and “Franny” to the varsity, while our class team 1 walked away” with the championship. The girls’ class team came out on top in basket-ball as well as in field hockey. To the varsity hockey team went “Cookie” and “Maddie,” “Glen” Gleason, “Kinkie” Kinsley and Lillian Little. The girls also organized a soccer team, and a great number of candidates turned out. Besides those girls already mentioned were “Barb” Nutter, “Dutch” Tur¬ ner, 1 Midge ’ ’ Ritchie, 1 ‘ Mig ” Tolman and ‘ 1 Skeezix” Livingstone. Then spring rolled around and ‘ ‘ Gubby,’ ’ ‘ ‘ Al,’ ’ 11 Buggy ’ ’ Schimpfke and 11 Ce” Latham reported for base¬ ball. What a wonderful class we are! The Third Mistake Our junior year beghn with “ Laurie ’ ’ as president, “Maddie,” vice-president, “Franny,” treasurer, and “Newt” Morton, secretary. A very large num¬ ber of candidates reported for football. In addition to those who played in the sophomore year were ‘ ( Newt, ” “ Saint’ ” “Reggie,” “Buggy, ” “Red” Siegalrs and ‘ 1 Bob ’ ’ Stevens. When the floor took the place of the gridiron, “Laurie,” ‘Franny,” “Bill,” “Art” Conti, “Red,” and another rev¬ olutionist, “Gegga, ” won places on the varsity basket-ball team. We made a great showing in baseball with the famous “all-junior infield” consisting of 11 Spud,” at first, 11 Ce, ’ ’ holding down the keystone sack, “Gub¬ by,” at short, “Al,” on the hot corner, and ‘ ‘ Lou ’ ’ and ‘ ‘ Buggy” dividing honors behind the bat. The girls showed up exceptionally well, also, putting seven players on the varsity hockey squad. Five were vet¬ erans from the preceding year, and the other two were “Euly’ Parsons and Gloria Stevens. ' The class basket-ball team captured the cup and the only ad¬ ditions to the long-standing varsity were “Rosie” Goddard and “Jin” McBrien. Our first important social function was the Junior Prom 1 , which was a brilliant success, besides adding a few figures to our bank-roll. The Pioneer Board was well sprinkled with Juniors. Louise Porch and Eliza¬ beth Knight wrote the editorials, “Dutch” swapped papers with other schools, while “Ralphie” Charlton and “Dud” Killam helped out on the lit¬ erary end, and “Red” Siegars was assistant business manager. Another event of importance last year was a field day, in which the Class of 27 took a large part. “Steve” easily won the 100 yard dash, and then he was too bashful to sit still long enough to have his picture taken. “Jack” Lindsey took second place in the dash and “Reggie” tied in the shot- put. Our team won the relay race. Two juniors, Elizabeth Knight and Louise Porch, were honored by being admitted to the Reading ' Woman’s Club, because of excellency in junior English. I’ll tell the world we’re a great class. The Fourth Mistake During the summer we heard of the tragic fate of one of our classmates, Harry Upton, who was drowned. Harry will always be remembered as one of the fastest tennis players and one of the best all-round boys in school. This was the only sad event in our history. The Seniors were at last in undisputed control of the student body. “Al” took the chair, not the electric chair, (he hasn’t got that yet), and “Glen” was elected to take his place, if he should. “Maddie” held the bank¬ book, while “Midge” read the minutes. New faces appeared among us this Page Thirty-four The Pioneer year. ‘ ‘ Sunny ’ ’ Sturgis came to us from Hinghami and not a few fellows think she is a lot “hotter” than just “sunny.” Dorothy Mock hails from Woburn and “Scotty” Steele from Saratoga, N. Y. “Dan” Chamber- lain is that good-looking shiek from Providence. Leon Dudley used to go to school in Dover, N. H. “Al” Tyler comes from Claremont in the same state. From the “far north” comes “Em” Taylor. “Em,” brother of our history teacher, lived in the wilds of Maine, up in the ‘ 1 big sticks, ” where men are men and women are lumber-jacks. All the men on the first string foot¬ ball squad were seniors except two-. The team was captained by “Laurie,” and “Tippy” Turner was manager. Seniors constituted the basketball team for the most part, also, with “Bed” captain and “Bob” Dewey manager. The Senior Dance was a colorful affair, altho it did not help us finan¬ cially. But the Senior play, ‘ 1 Come Out of the Kitchen,” was a smashing success, especially out in the kitchen sink with Balph on the job. The play went off smoothly under the coaching of Mrs. Prentiss and help of Miss Pratt, except that somone spilled the cocktails on the floor before the show, and the actors got nothing but plain grape juice. The Seniors were again well repre¬ sented on the Debating Team by Dud¬ ley Killam and Bobert Stevens and this team: won a clear victory over Wake¬ field. “Ted” Tasney made up a good sched¬ ule, and the baseball team lias ended its season under the leadership of ‘ ‘ Spud” Conti. Out of seventeen members of the Pio¬ neer Board twelve were Seniors headed by editor Louise Porch. It wasn’t so long ago that we jour¬ neyed to Boston to see “MacBeth” at the Bepertory. It created quite an im¬ pression on us, in fact, it effected a couple of Seniors so much that they tried to drink out of the flower basin. In spite of the fact that a few of the couples stayed until the last train, they were well chaperoned, in fact, too well (for them). Class meetings, class meetings, and more class meetings—it seemed as if there was one every day. We have had a picnic and a banquet and tomorrow we graduate. Masefield says: “The days that make us happy make us wise.” We have spent many happy days here. Let’s hope they have made us wise. reuct,s A. P. In the name of God, Amen. Be it re¬ membered that we, the 1927 Class of Beading High School, in the Town of Beading, County of Middlesex, Com¬ monwealth of Massachusetts, being of sound and disposing mind and memory (rumors to the contrary notwithstand¬ ing), and about to depart from a safe and sheltered harbor to challenge the vast and terrifying dangers of an un¬ known sea, do declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revok¬ ing all other wills heretofore made by us. After the payment of our just debts, we bequeath and devise as follows: First. To our school we give a pledge of loyalty. Our highest aim is to prove worthy of its splendid traditions. Our pride in it is equalled only by our de¬ termination to add lustre to its fame. Second. We bequeath unto the fac¬ ulty our heartfelt gratitude for the patience, understanding and sympathy that have guided and directed our lag u gard minds toward the goal of knowl¬ edge. The fact that their success has not been proportionate to their earnest, unselfish effort on our behalf is entirely our fault, and we are just beginning to realize that it is also our misfortune. But, be our faults what they may, in¬ gratitude is not one of them, and we do hereby warrant this legacy to be pure gold, studded with the jewels of an en¬ during affection. Third. To the three lower classes we extend the hand of fellowship and bid them welcome, in numerical order, to the exalted station we are this day vacating. We leave them a record in The Pioneer Page Thirty-five which no one but ourselves could possi¬ bly take any measure of pride whatso¬ ever. We counsel them to search dili¬ gently for the footprints we have made in the precious dust of these class¬ rooms and corridors, in order that they may be scrupulously avoided. With this parting injunction we bequeath and devise unto them, their successors and assigns, the fate they so richly deserve for not heeding (as of course they will not) the warning which our horrible example constitutes. Fourth. To the several individual members of the faculty and classes, in¬ cluding our own C lass, we bequeath and devise as follows: A. To Miss Pratt, our Class Ad¬ viser, we leave our sincere appreciation of the able way in which she has guided the destinies of our hectic class. B. To Mr. Taylor, our favorite teacher, we leave the memory of a happy year spent in his company. C. To Mr. Aldred, our much loved coach, we leave our good wishes for his continued success in building up future athletic teams. I. To Charles Dukelow, the captain of next year’s football team, we leave our fine football record, secure in the knowledge that it will be kept unblem¬ ished. II. To Si Weeks, we bequeath this rubber hat, which we hope will fit his head on all occasions. III. To Gus MacLeod, a set of dumbells, to further develop his muscu¬ lar frame. IV. To Elizabeth Knight, our hon¬ ored valedictorian, w 7 e bequeath this bookmark, so that she will never lose her place. V. To Bob Norton, we leave this ladder, which we hope will enable him to come down off his high horse. VI. To Leonice Cook, we leave this gavel, which should enable her to en¬ force her authority VII. To Alfred Tyler, we gladly be¬ queath this strong tow rope, which we are sure he will have much use for if he still hangs to that chariot of his. VIII. To Ermel Sturges, that girl with the baby face, we leave this little bonnet to keep the sun from burning her tender skin. IX. . To Clarence Gay, the red-headed six-footer of our class, we leave this asbestos hat, which will keep him from setting the world on fire. Along with the hat goes the old pump handle, for the purpose of giving his arm a rest while he dances. X. To Carol Hoyt, we bequeath a lariat, so that if he can’t get a girl one way, he can another. XI. To Dorothy Howland, the girl with the beautiful clothes, we give this wardrobe trunk, in the hope that it will help her to keep them in the pink of condition. XII. To Helen MacKay, the wee girl w ith the wee voice, we leave a mega¬ phone, so that she can make Coach Tay¬ lor who is slightly deaf understand her. XIII. To Ralph Johnson, the boy who is never on time, we leave this kiddy-car, so that he can make better time in going up to Hanscom Ave. XIV. To Frank Beecher, we leave an electric warming pad, to keep the water on his brain from freezing so every little thing won’t slip his mind. XV. To “Newt” Morton, we be¬ queath a little book entitled, “How to Get ‘ A’ in Latin. ’ ’ XVI. To Franny Dunn, a degree of Master Mechanic. XVII. To 1 1 Sleepy Sam” Stephen¬ son, we leave this Big Ben, with the hope that he will cherish it and it ' will be the means of arousing him. XVIII- To Lawrence Zwicker, we bequeath, due to his poor eyesight, a pair of field glasses, so that he will know when he has reached the goal line. XIX. To Marjorie Ritchie, the fiicklest girl in the class, we leave seven little boys—one for every day in the week. XX. To Glenna Gleason, we leave a pair of shears, so she may always have a permanent “Bob.” XXI. To Helen Turner, we leave a “Teddy” (bear). XXII. To Ralph Charlton, we leave a can of paint for his passion-eight. XXIII. To George Siegars, we be¬ queath a baton as a start toward his The Pioneer Page Thirty-six orchestra. XXIV. To Fletcher Parker, a shovel, with which we hope he will be able to uncover the true spirit that lies within him. XXV. To Poland Holden, we leave six inches of altitude. XXVI. To 1 ‘ Al’ ’ Merritt, we be¬ queath a non-skid racing car. XXVII. To Russell Ward, a peg leg, in case of injury to his sturdy limbs. XXVIII. To 11 Don” Carter, who as¬ pires to be a teacher, we leave our sym¬ pathy—he’ll need it. XXIX. To Robert Stevens, we leave Captaincy of the left side of the line. XXX. To Martha Roberts, a balloon, so that she may get up in the world. XXXI. To Harriet Hasty, we leave this weather vane, so that she may change her mind every time the wind changes. XXXII. To ourselves, we give the one thing which possesses absolutely no value to any other person, but which to to us is more precious than all the gold and diamonds ever mined, more precious than all the pearls that have come out of the Orient: the priceless memory of four supremely happy years; the mem¬ ory of friendships and comradeships that will go with us into the far places of the earth; a memory that will sustain and hearten and inspire us when disap¬ pointments crowd around us and adver¬ sity, perhaps, may threaten to crush us utterly. Through the blackness of despair, this memory will shine as a bea¬ con light to lead us upward from the depths to the far, high peaks of achieve¬ ment. And, since the inevitable end of all triumphs and defeats is the peaceful g J rave, our last request is that this mem¬ ory remain forever inviolate and be buried with us. In testimony whereof, we the Class of 1927, have hereunto set our hand and seal this 24th day of June, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and twenty-seven, at the place first above written, in the presence of three wit¬ nesses : 1. Richard Pomfret 2. William Carter 3. Francis Merritt on the 24th day of June, A. D. nine¬ teen hundred twenty-seven. We, the undersigned, hereby certify that the Class of 1927, in the person of Robert B. Mount, Jr., and William St. Louis, Jr., exhibited to us the fore¬ going instrument and then and there to each of us acknowledged and declared the same to be the last will and testa¬ ment of the Class of 1927 and requested us to witness the execution thereof, whereupon the signature and seal were attached thereto, and the signature is the genuine signature of the testators’ duly empowered attorney. R. B. M. and W. St. L. A PROPOSED CLASS SONG She took us in as freshmen, A hopeless, hectic crew, She gave us some assignments, To see what we could do. We started out like scholars, But stopped when half-way through. Now having seen our record, She lent her steadying hand, To lead us from the depths, To a Sophomoric land. Thru many trials and struggles, Bold seniors we became And earned by our achievements Place in Reacting’s Hall of Fame. Some capture that elusive goal, While others miss success. But whatever is our station When the ebb of life is low, Our thoughts of days in R. H. S. Will never from us go. Chorus: So while we’re gathered here, Let us sing this joyful song, In praise of clear old Reading Who never led us wrong. ’Though we may wander far From her ivy-covered walls, Don’t let her e’er forget That we’re thinking of her yet, Dear old Reading The Praeceptor of our Adolescentia. W. St. L. Willis Pharmacy The store where Quality is the first consideration in all things QUALITY SERVICE COURTESY YOU ARE ALWAYS RIGHT WITH US FRED F. SMITH Hay, Grain and Poultry Supplies Hardware Builders’ Supplies Auto Accessories Lime, Brick, Cement and Drain Pipe Paint, Oil and Varnish TELEPHONE 0450 READING SQUARE Our Advertisers are our main support, patronize them Smith’s Spa Opp. Reading Depot ICE CREAM CONFECTIONERY Obey that impulse to keep on saving from week to week. You’ve got a good start — you like the idea—keep up the good work. 4£% and safety at this bank. FIRST NATIONAL BANK of Reading, Mass. PERCY N. SWEETSER COAL ALEX LINDSAY Vulcanizing Tires Tubes THOROLA AND ATWATER-KENT RECEIVERS RADIO SUPPLIES Our Advertisers are our main support, patronize them AUSTIN’S LUNCH READING SQUARE QUALITY NOT QUANTITY WELD ' S DELICIOUS ICE CREAM Week Days— Open 5 a. m. to J a. m. Sundays — Holidays—Open 7 a. m. to J a. m. R. A. Lufkin S. R. Stembridge 190 MAIN STREET Choice Provisions Butter—Eggs Fruit—Vegetables Company 45 High Street FILLING STATION Goodrich Silvertown Balloon Your Satisfaction our Success Tires and Tubes SIMPKINS’ MARKET Railroad Market GEORGE CUMMINGS, Prop. A. C. Graupner, Sr. Exclusive but not expensive Choice Meats, Groceries Highest quality of Beef, Pork and Lamb—Choice Steaks Provisions Tel. 1162 15 Haven St. Reading 0310 37 Haven SI. Reading, Mass. Free Delivery M. F. CHARLES TORRE’S Jewelry Stationery FRESH STRAWBERRY Kodaks ICE CREAM READING SQ. Our Advertisers are our main support, patronize them ADAMS COMPANY WOMEN’S AND CHILDREN’S FURNISHINGS READING G. H. Atkinson Co. GROCERS QUALITY GOODS MAKE SATISFIED CUSTOMERS BESSOM’S THE ONE PRICE STORE Quality Merchandise in Men’s and Boys’ Clothing and Furnishings Ask to see our All Wool Line when in need of Suit or Overcoat Made to your measurement at no additional cost Tel. 0306-M 75 Haven St. JOHN ST. GARAGE Mose Parker Bert Field, Props. First Class Automobile Repairing MOTOR OILS AND GREASES 15 John St., Cor. Union Phone 25-J Residence 0948-W Our Advertisers are our main support, patronize them MARY ANN SHOP ART SHOP Kodaks Supplies Novelties and Jewelry LENDING LIBRARY Cards for all occasions ROCKPORT FISH MARKET IF IT SWIMS WE HA VE IT McPherson daniel Tailor Steele Furniture Co. “on the square’’ READING 10,000 square feet of floor space Our Advertisers are our rr Dresses Hats Tom Boy Skirts Sweaters Spring Coats Suits Silk Hosiery Compliments of CLAPP LEACH, Inc. “The Electric Store” The Electric Store foi Electric Goods Kingman Richardson Real Estate—Insurance Reading Square Tel. 1080 THE SOFT WATER LAUNDRY Your clothes laundered in “Rain Soft Water” sweet and clean, readincTwet WASH LAUNDRY “The Laundry That Satisfies” Telephone Reading 0179-W in support, patronize them LESS WORRY FOR THE TRAVELER To lose your baggage, through accident, fire or theft, would always mean annoyance—but not necessarily serious financial loss. Not if you have Tourist Baggage Insurance. It costs very little and it protects you against the loss of baggage and personal effects in the care of transportation companies, on train or shipboard, in hotels, wherever you are. You’ll have less cause for worry—If you have this sensible protection, especially while away on your vacation. Prentiss Parker Reading Office Boston Office Masonic Block 40 Broad Street Tel. Reading 0249 Tel. Main 7880 L. F. QUIMBY REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE SERVICE 34 Haven St. Tel. io5o MEMBER Mass. R. E. Exchange Reading Board of Trade “KEEPS THE FOOT WELL For Women We are headquarters for Gents’ Furnishings, Women’s and Children’s Hosiery, Boots, Shoes, and Tennis Footwear. Douglas Shoes for Men. C. J. WESSON Successor to Chase Finnegan Reading Square THE READING CHRONICLE THIS BOOK FROM OUR PRESS Our Advertisers are our main support, patronize them Compliments of Reading Greenhouses and Nurseries FLORAL AND NURSERY PRODUCTS HOW TO BE SMART LOOKING All young men wish to look their best on all occasions. There are many young men who do not have the knack for selecting the right kind of clothing. Lots of this type come to us and leave it to our judg¬ ment as to the model that w r ill suit them best. “If it’s at Wright ' s it must be right.” See our line. AL WRIGHT’S MEN’S SHOP Corner Main Haven Sts. Phone 1179-M HE Co-operative Bank is a Massachusetts Institution— originated here and developed to a high degree of safety under Massachusetts Laws and Regulations—affording the opportunity of establishing financial independence through systematic saving. IF YOU ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE WORKINGS OF THE CO-OPERATIVE BANK, IN¬ QUIRE AT Reading Co-operative Bank 195 Main Street Reading, Mass. John H. Bates, Inc. Telephone 1150 - 0945 Corner of Haven and Linden Streets Reading Cadillac and Studebaker Cars All New Models Now on Display Our Advertisers are our main support, patronize them Quality Service Arlington Studio {portraits of Distinction Class Photographer of 1927 4 . 394 Boylston St. Boston, Mass Phone Kenmore 1519 Our Advertisers are our main support, patronize them CANDY LAND ICE CREAM and HOME MADE CANDIES Reading Square r Established 1821 Tel. Reading 0071 CUMMINGS EXPRESS COMPANY J. E. FROST, Treas. and Mgr. Reading’s Best Equipped Furniture Movers ‘ for Economical Transportation Lvnch Moter Sales Co. THOSE DIMES and nickels that go so easily should he working for you in a Mutual Savings Bank. Start a Savings Bank Account Now Mechanics Savings Bank 195 Main Street Reading ' , Mass. Our Advertisers are our main support, patronize them THE COOPERATIVE PLAN Theory and practice combined. A chance to earn while you learn. REQUIREMENTS FOR ADMISSION Graduates of the Reading High School who have included algebra to quadratics, plane geometry, physics, and four years of English in their courses of study will be admitted without examination. REGISTRATION Students admitted in September or January may complete the Fresh¬ man year before the following September. Catalog and information sent upon request. NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY Department of Admissions MILTON J. 8CHLAGENHAUF Boston 17, Massachusetts Director. r rTsyirTav: r avi ivyci r avi r s?i r aM rrg i r gvi ivaxi r gv) r yvi r?av: rTa i Four Year Professional Courses in CIVIL ENGINEERING MECHANICAL ENGINEERING ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING CHEMICAL ENGINEERING ADMINISTRATIVE ENGINEERING Leading to the Bachelor’s Degree ESioioioioioi n NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY SCHOOI. OF ENGINEER INK Operating a Spot Welder, United Shoe Machine Corp., Beverly •W j READING HIGH SCHOOL FALL NUMBER 1926- r « V ;-t w. 7 iMaMmWMMWmWItmn aS4r?l •••; : ,, -jV . v ? u ; T® 3 ' v -y-y;: . q •ictlr tt f� MiiMtiinn.niuuu� mi •llllllllHIIIIItlllHIillllllUIIINltllHlIlllill ' MMIIII s The Willis Pharmacy ! VJ K The Store Where Quality is the First Consideration in All Things Quality Service Courtesy ■■Hi HE Co-operative Bank is a Massachusetts Institution— ' safety ordinsr tirough WITH K, IN- pain: Mass. SHOP ■ . iading trr.as Cards em 19 (e-T JJuntrrr 1B2B-’2T The chief difference between a wise man and an ignorant one is, not that the first is acquainted with regions invisible to the second, away from common sight and interest, but that he understands the common things which the i second only sees. STARR KING {Sight and Insight) FALL NUMBER 20c. copy BY PUPILS OF READING HIGH SCHOOL 50c. year READING PUBLIC LIBRARY (Hit? pmim ®uari� EDITOR Louise Porch ’27 ASST. EDITOR Dudley Killam ’27 EDITORIAL EDITOR Elizabeth Knight ’27 EEWS EDITOR Malcolm Weeks ’28 JOKE EDITOR Newell Morton ’27 EXCHANGE CRITIC Helen Turner ’27 LITERARY EDITORS Gloria Stevens ’27 Arthur Moyer ’28 Eleanor Crafts ’28 Frank Beecher ’27 Hope Williamson ’29 Donald Carter ’27 ATHLETIC EDITOR Ralph Charlton ’27 POEM EDITOR Pearl Hayward ’27 ALUMNI EDITOR Muriel Mussells ’26 BUSINESS MANAGER George Siegers ’27 ASST. BUSINESS MANAGER Boyd Parker ’28 INTERNATIONAL NEWS EDITOR Robert Dewey ’27 FACULTY ADVISERS Elizabeth A. Batchelder Hermon T. Wheeler Francis Greenhalgh Luke Halpin HONORARY MEMBER Helen Beals Eiixtanaljs TREES WITH CHARACTER In the spacious yard behind my home there stands an ancient, battle-scarred warrior, the apple tree whose respectful appellation has been for many 1 years ‘ ‘ Old Hundred.” Each winter he has surren¬ dered to the blast one of his ugly, knotted limbs until now ' , as he stands there so gaunt and bent in the October sun, only one limb remains. This worn gray limb l)oints with sincere pride to the sky. For how many years has it resisted winter’s blast and summer’s heat! IIoav many of its companions lias it seen Avrenched and severed forever from life! Has it not reason to be jiroud 1 ? Still bravely stands ‘ 1 Old Hundred ” although we have threatened to cut him down. When we looked again and saw his grim perseverance, his indomitable courage w r e said: ‘ Would there werei more human beings like thee, Old Hundred. There you stand, ancient, battle-scared, your limbs all gone, save one. Yet you live on. Only as a victim of the elements shall you die. No mortal hand shall end a life so courageous as yours.” In front of “Old Hundred” there stands another apple tree. This one is % The Pioneer Page Three young and small, without blemish. The soil around its tender roots has been cultivated; it has been pampered. Few storms or winters to try its strength has it encountered. Yet how boldly it spreads its branches! How r disdainfully it looks upon its venerable neighbor and seems to say: “What is your mission in this garden? Surely it is not to beautify it, for you are ugly. It cannot be to bear fruit, because your fruit is small and bitter. Look at 1113 beautiful spreading branches; I am young and possess beauty and power; you are old and ugly. Yet, in spite of its youth, that tree does not possess what is most valuable —character. Its strength has not been tried, as has the strength of “Old Hun¬ dred.“ As a result it does not know its power or weakness. It does not show those marks of struggles with wind and rain which arouse respect for an indomitable nature. IIow T true this is in life! The aged, whose strength has been tried, whose faces are lined and seamed from opposition to adversity, are scorned by the tender, bold youths on account of their apparent uselessness. E. H. ’27. AMERICA’S LOST PRESTIGE IN EUROPE That America saved Europe in the war only to starve and engaged in Europe’s quarrels only to enslave her, many Europeans think today, who less than ten years ago praised the United States as a nation of ideal people, but who noAv call her a race of hypocrites and blood¬ suckers. This contrast is too sudden to be entirely credible, because 110 nation could live up to the standard set by America in 1918, and then be as Am¬ erica is pictured in 1926. The main reason for the fall of American reputation in Europe has been the instance of the United States on the repayment of her war loans to her allies. The rejection of the Versailles Treaty by the United States was a rude shock to Europe for she discovered that “one could not trust the United States to fulfill an engagement made by her Presi¬ dent.” Europe soon received another shock for, 11 it was discovered that while American political engagements with Europe could be repudiated months afterwards, European financial engage¬ ments with America could be insisted on years afterwards. ’ ’ It is doubtful whether anything is gained by under-statement, and to France at least the contrast between American rejection of the agreement to protect her against Germany, and the American insistence on the re-payment of war loans, was offensive and little less than a betrayal to France. This state¬ ment led to the French occupation of the Ruhr; because the French franc had collapsed and France had to have some means to pay her war debt. England had less reason to complain than France. British finance was in a sound condition as compared with France. America’s charity toward the dis¬ tressed areas of Europe during the war was great and generous, yet it is true that charity is often the luxury of the rich. R. D. ’27. THE IMPORTANCE OF WORDS There are 515,000 words in the Eng¬ lish language. The average man can get along with 800 words but he is not con¬ sidered well educated if his vocabulary is so restricted. Not so long ago Dr. Frank Horace Vizetelly, lexicographer and managing editor of the New Standard Dictionary, said, “I learn that the average well educated man knows about 8,000 or 10,000 words, although he won’t use all of them very often or indeed be able to give an exact definition of most of them. The ordinary uneducated man will be familiar with 3,000 to 5,000 words, even if he doesn’t give them much intelligent experience. For com¬ monplace purposes both men can get along handsomely with 2,000 words.” It is said that Shakespeare, the Em¬ peror of the mental universe, used about 23,000 words. Woodrow Wilson, former president of the United State , is known to have used Page Four The Pioneer in his speeches 6,221 words but in three books he wrote—The State, Congression¬ al Government, and his History of the United States—he used more than 60,000 different words. The importance of a command of a large vocabulary is shown by the fact that modem writers such as H. G. Wells, George Bernard Shaw and G. K. Ches¬ terton can xmobably use from 100,000 to 200,000 words. Men and women, in all walks of life, are handicapped by the lack of words or are advanced by the command of a large and varied vocabulary. Therefore, we should, in every possible way exert ourselves to attain an adequate vocab¬ ulary which may serve us in the future. D. B. K. ’27. AVIATION Aviation is fast becoming an impor¬ tant factor in the world’s progress. There are thousands of people connected in some way with aviation. If you should go into Boston on a sunny day and take the boat for Nantasket, you would see a great number of seaplanes and landplanes. I took the boat once and counted ten seaplanes and five land- planes on the way down and coming back there were more. Just before the World War the con¬ struction and development of aeroplanes practically stopped throughout the world except in Germany. In 1914 the World War broke out and planes had to be hastily constructed. In these, safety and endurance were not considered. When the war closed many commercial companies bought up obsolete war planes. They found that they ate up their profits because they were cheaply made. They got out of order and crack¬ ed up frequently. This reduced the popularity of aviation. Recently Ford took an interest in aviation and he has done much to bring back its popularity. Fokker, another great aviator, is constructing, what he claims to be a foolproof plane. It was one of these planes in which Commander Richard Byrd recently flew to the North Pole and back again. The air mail which runs between Boston and New York and Boston and Chicago used a smaller type of Fokker plane. Many men and boys are making models of aeroplanes. I know a boy, that was in Reading High up to last January, when he was confined to bed with illness, who makes some of the finest models out of cardboard that I have ever seen. Recently some Cali¬ fornia boys had an air meet where men and boys flew their best models. This sort of thing stimulates interest in avia¬ tion. An airplane is an intricate thing. The latest aeroplanes are built with a metal called duraluminum although most planes are built of canvas and wood. In the wfings there are some movable sur¬ faces called ailerons. These are used to bank the plane when it is turning. The tail or control surfaces consist of rud¬ der, fin, stabilizer and elevators. All of the control surfaces are operated by two sticks in the pilot’s cockpit. These sticks are the rudder bar and joy-stick. When an aeroplane hops off it runs along the ground until it reaches the speed of eighty miles per hour, then the tail comes up and a short distance farther the planes hops off. The pilot then mounts immediately into the air upstairs. When a plane comes down the pilot pancakes and throttles down until he is headed into the wind and is about ten or twelve feet off the ground. Then he levels off. Then at the last hovering moment he jerks back the joy¬ stick and lands lightly on three points... A. Norton Prentiss. THE ABSENT LINK There is too slight a feeling of sin¬ cerity and love between students and teachers in the High School. Too great is the feeling of “master and superior” contrasted with “student and inferior.” Teachers and pupils are human beings and should be regarded as such by one another, not treated as mechanical de¬ vices which go on until their parts are worn or their contributions to mankind are no longer needed. It is in High School that the genera- The Pioneer Page Five tion of today make firm or weaken their fomdation for life, therefore it is up to the teachers to give their best to their pupils, and up to the pupils to give their best to their teachers in order that their foundations for life may be laid without Haws and unnecessary weakness. The teachers do not bring out the ‘ best ’ ’ in their pupils. They do not teach them that they are working for their benefit and are trying to cooperate with them. The pupils do not regard their teachers as benefactors but rather as rulers, superiors, who have the upper hand and the final word. In the High School there is not the link between the pupils and teachers that should connect the ideals, interests, and aims of both. There is not the feeling of cooperation but more the ten¬ dency to “pull away from each other.” It is this ' ‘ pulling’ ’ in the wrong direc¬ tion that crushes the foundations of the pupils and weakens the efforts of the teachers. Thus, it is necessary for both to use years of their life after High School and teaching repairing the weak spots and filling in the cracks of their founda¬ tions and lives. Perhaps these years can be put to better advantage if there is “the absent link’’ between teachers and pupils in school. The idea of “working together,” “striving for the same goal,” and the link of “cooperation in general” or the feeling in sincerity and love is absent in the High School. G. S. ’27. 11 Active in indolence, abroad we roam In quest of happiness which dwells at home: With vain pursuits fatigued, at length you’ll find, No place excludes it from an equal mind. ’ ’ —Horace. “For he that but conceives a crime in thought, Contracts the danger of an actual fault. ” —J uvenal. 11 How oft in vain the son of Theseus said, The Stormy sorrows be with patience laid; Nor are thy fortunes to be wept alone, Weigh other’s woes, and learn to bear thy own. ” —Ovid. “There are few who have at once thought and capacity for action. Thought expands, but lames; action animates, but narrows.” —Goethe. “Of all the woes that load the mortal state, Whate’er thy portion, wildly meet thy fate, But ease it as thou canst. ” —Pythagoras. Page Six The Pioneer A Page nf finrlnj A STREAM OCTOBER A ripple, a whirl, Quiet splashes, a swirl, And queer, pleasant noises With this wat’ry twirl. A sparkle, a gleam, A little sunbeam On its surface; you know it— ’Tis a rippling stream. THE Golden pumpkins fat and round. Resting on a stubby ground, Corn stocks that are field mice’s shields. Act as sentinels round the field, Red cheeked apples in the trees, Dropping with each gentle breeze, Maples, yellow, fiery red, Show ’ring leaves upon your head, Squirrels gath ’ring in their share Of nuts, the winter’s cold to bear, Cold at morning, warm at noon, Big, bright stars, and yellow moon, Hottest sun and sky bright blue October ought to mean to you. P. H. ’27. FOOL There is a man in an old town Whom people call the Fool Because he’s not as bright as some They mock him, as a rule. He likes to wander in the woods He knows them all by heart. He knows the birds and all their songs What trees they’re in, what part. He sees a nest ten yards away He knows what birdie made it How many little eggs it holds He’d never want to raid it. He does odd jobs about the town lie barely earns his living But when some family needs help He’s near the first in giving. His look is always far away His answers all are queer He never harks to what you say He never seems to hear. They say they’re right to call him fool. Because his mind is odd; But though his mind is very low His heart is next to God. P. H. ’27. The Pioneer Page Seven 3 okpfi The purpose of these jokes is to strike your bone of humor so to enable your mouth to move nearer your ears and if they succceed they have fulfilled their purpose, but if your jaw remains stationary, find some jokes you will smile at and give the others the chance also. Mr. Taylor — 11 Who reigned at this time?” Wright—“Queen Anne was King.” Mrs. Davis (in assembly period) — “Please take your singing seats.” This must be that hidden talent en¬ semble. Coach Taylor (in History)—“What is the lowest ranking in the army?” Chamberlain—‘ 1 A Private.’ ’ Wonder if it hurts to crack a joke? Nonsense and More of it Shool! Shool! Shool thy rool. Shool thy shackerrack, A sillybellee cool. First time I saw A sillybellee eel Des came bibalo A booslow reel. That Sis Ki Yi Cheer bewildered one of ©ur oppenents. Evidently they only heard the “Hold ’Em” part as they walked backward fifteen yards which is a good penalty. Do you know how to make your coat last? It is simple. Just make your vest and pants first. Why could Samson have made a good actor? Because he could so easily have brought down the house. N. M. ’27. I was asked this summer which hand I would rather have cut off. I decided that in cutting off the right hand he would cut off the wrong one, and if he cut off the left one he would cut off the right one. Then the right one would be left which didn’t seem right, so I asked that both be left. My Theory in Regard to Evolution Darwin says that man descended from monkeys. Still another says that mon¬ keys descended from man. I say that in reality, monkeys descend from trees. According to a Spanish student, idioms are things you forget. Albert Kimball ’2 5. Caesar Crossed the Rhine First person—“Did you know that Caeser was in love with an Irish maid?” Second person—“No, how did you find out?” “First person—“Well, when Caesar came to the Rhine he projmsed to Bridget (bridge it).” D. B. K. ’27. Page Eight The Pioaper The other day we ran across this little poem, written by a former football player of Reading High; which, altho it was printed last year, so clearly ex¬ presses certain things that have happen¬ ed in this year’s game, we thought would be well worth reprinting. Old Faithful Swift as a graceful fawn pursued, Constant and fierce as a southern feud, Not like the fickle lights that flicker Is Reading’s “Old Faithful,” Larry Z wicker. Strong his way, and stronger still The arm that carries out his will, Like a battering-ram of ancient Sparta, It clubs men to earth for his Alma Mater. Furious as a mountain wind, The “Reading Wonder” breezes by, Leaving rafts of foes behind, A-gazing at the autumn sky. FOOTBALL Victory Number One, 20-0 Reading High started its football by successfully, emphatically and decisively defeating Woodbury High School of Salem, N. H., by a score of 20-0. The Aldred charges got away to an early lead by scoring in the first few minutes of play. The Reading line opened up some wonderful holes in the opponents’ line and scoring resulted. Captain Zwicker and Angus McLeod starred for Reading. Zwicker got loose twice for long runs, one of 45 yards and another of about 35 yards which re¬ sulted in touchdowns. The second team was called in during the second and fourth periods. They carried on the work of the first team very well, showing that Reading has re¬ serve strength. The game would have been more in¬ teresting but for the extreme heat. The mercury hovered around 92 all through the game and everyone knows that that is not the right weather for flashy foot¬ ball. The First Defeat, 13-0 Reading vs. Manchester Saturday, October 2, Reading journey¬ ed to Manche ster for the second game of the season. The Manchester team was out of Reading’s class, so the game was merely a test for our team. The fact that our team held the Manchester demons to a measly 13 points, showed that Coach Aldred had built up a good team from the remains of last year ’a team. Manchester entered the game expect¬ ing to amass 40 points or more and to use about four teams to do it, but it Tke Pioneer Page Nine got the surprise of its life when it had to work its first team all the time and then gained only 13 points. Reading played a wonderful defensive game as a team but the work of Zwicker, Merritt, Beecher, McL eod and Dukelow was especially commendable. Although the score shows that Man¬ chester Avon the game, from the mental and moral standpoint it was a great victory for Reading. Except for a little stage-fright at the beginning of the game the team played like veterans. A Tie, 7-7 The game between the Reading team and its most aggressive rival was rather a surprise. After the three defeats Stoneham had suffered, they should have been beaten easily, but their team didn’t seem to think so. The game was a fight from start to finish and belonged to either team. Reading had the ball in scoring terri¬ tory several times but lacked the neces¬ sary punch to put it over, more than once. Stoneham on the other hand, only got the ball down in scoring territory a few times, once they put it OA r er and the second time the Reading team held like a stoneAvall. The game ended with the ball perilously near our goal line. The game ended with the score 7-7. Victory Number Two, 27-0 On October 16 Reading played Howe High of Billerica. Howe is a small school but has had some good football teams in the past. This year Reading outplayed them in every way and won easily. The air attack Avas introduced in this game and several touchdowns re¬ sulted from completed passes. Zwicker played his usual great game for Reading and threw most of the passes in addition. It did not take long to pile up points and the game ended with Reading in the lead, 27-0. Victory Number Three, 6-0 1 On October 23 Reading played one of the best games of the season against Johnson High. Johnson sent a fighting team on the field and it Avas aided by all the breaks that can take place in a foot¬ ball game. Reading marched practically the length of the field time and again only to lose the ball on downs just as they reached scoring territory. A long punt Avould even things and the march Avould have to begin over again. The half ended with the ball on Johnson’s 12- yard line after an 80 yard march up the field. Reading’s passing attack was working fine and gaining a lot of ground but it ahvays seemed to be at the wrong time. The second half Avas a repetition of the first except that after fighting their way to the ten-yard line, a pass to Merritt scored for the team. In this game the team showed to more advantage than any other this season except the Manchester game and al¬ though the earned yardage should have made several touchdowns, the breaks AA T ere against us. The final score was 6-0. R. C. ’27. FIELD HOCKEY Wednesday, Oct. 20, Reading was de¬ feated by Swampscott, 2-0. In spite of the rain there were quite a feAV spec¬ tators. The line-up L. Cook rw G. Burns ri G. Stevens c G. Gleason li A. Tebeau cf Avas: — lhf G. Livingston rhf P. Parker rf E. Crafts If M. Lyons g S. Hamden Leonice Cook ’27. Page Ten The Pioneer Alumni Post Graduates at School This Year Margaret Adams, Cornelia Cell, Pris¬ cilla Pratt, Muriel Mussells, Charles Ellis. Alumni at Schools and Colleges Evelyn Lewis ’26—Byrant Stratton. Florence Baker ’26—Westfield Normal. Lois Baker ’26—Westfield Normal. Marion Scanlon ’26—Wilfred Acad¬ emy. Mildred Scanlon ’26—Wilfred Acad¬ emy. Marion Meuse ’26—Burdett. Leone Doucette ’26—Burdett. Helen Reed ’26—Chandler’s Secre¬ tarial. Mary Daniel ’26—Radcliffe.. Natalie Berle—Radcliffe. Helen Abbott ’26—Radcliffe. Russell Barnes ’26—Worcester Tech¬ nology. Albert Hodson ’26—Mass. Nautical School, Boston, Mass. Marcia Ham ’26—Boston University. Katherine Sweetser—Kendall Hall. Shirley Upton—Miss Lesley’s School, Cambridge, Mass. Frances Fowler—Rogers Hall, Lowell. John Howard—Mass. Agricultural. Esther South wick—Scott Carbee Art School. Winslow Horton—Tufts. Frances Porch—Smith College. Louise Richardson—Lesley’s Normal School. At Work in Reading Dorothy McOintock—Maxwell’s. Virginia Merrill—Steele Furniture Co. Dorothy Cronin—Reading Co-opera¬ tive Bank. Harlan Hook—Prentiss Parker. Boyd Stewart—First National Bank. Kathleen Merritt—Municipal Light. At Work Out of Town Virginia Parsons—N. E. Telephone and Telegraph Co. Constance Hendon—Hey ward-Wake¬ field Co. Allan Maxwell—Boston Maine. Helen Conefy—Boston Maine. Elmer Goodwin—Boston Maine. The Pioneer Page Eleven DOCTOR O’BRIEN At eleven-thirty Monday morning, November 1, a special chapel was called by Mr. Sussmann. We entered the hall wondering what surprise was in store for us. On the platform were seated the well- known Dr. Halligan, Mr. Sussman and a stranger. When Dr. Halligan introduc¬ ed the stranger, we were pleased to dis¬ cover that it was none other than the famous Dr. O ’Brien, well-knewn foot¬ ball official of the country, having offi¬ ciated in the Harvard-Dartmouth game 1926, and many other important con¬ tests during his nineteen years of act¬ ing as referee. After telling us many interesting little experiences he told us the most im¬ portant things necessary for a school to have, if they want a wanning team. This talk came just at the opportune time because Reading met its rival, Wakefield, Saturday, Nov. 6, and the students needed a little talk from some big football man to spur them on. The courtesy of the Reading Rotary Club and the kindness of Mr. Sussmam. is appreciated by the students who were able to hear Dr. O ’Brien. M. W. ’28, On Friday afternoon, the 22d, the whole school gathered in the hall for a very interesting talk by Mri Ray Crowell. Mr. Crowell has been in Africa for four years on missionary work. He inti¬ mated that he did very little hunting in that time, but by looking at his display of skins and horns he must have had wonderful luck. Mr. Crowell emphasized the fact that there were no tigers in Africa. Among Mr. Crowell’s collection were skins and horns of different African ani¬ mals, crude garden tools, weapons, woven grass mats, and musical instruments. William Willson ’27. Page Twelve The Pioneer § toras STONE STEW Amblin’ Ambrose arose from his re¬ dlining position, yawned audibly and widely and stretched his ragged arms in luxurio us content. Ambrose was pre¬ pared to fare forth and face the world :ai the continual battle of wits. He liv¬ ed by wits alone and at times his fare was poor. Ambrose was a hobo. He was a very • jgged hobo. His present suit had been disdained by a scarecrow as unworthy of adorning its person, but to Ambrose it was a veritable tuxedo. It was his dress suit, sport clothes, hunting costume and night wear. The pants had been originally constructed for a man of great stature. They hung over Am¬ brose’s nether limbs in flapping folds which would have allowed about three more of the same size to be enclosed therein. The legs had been hacked off sufficiently to allow two very seedy shoes, which weren’t mates, to function. Am¬ i-rose was next to shirtless. A once flashy underjacket, tied in various places with string, hung about his shoulders. He was vestless but a dark gray, well patched coat engulfed his torso. The arms of this coat had been treated in the same manner as had been accorded the pants. To top this perambulating mass of rags a dented black derby rest¬ ed on top of Ambrose’s head. This headpiece was prevented from covering ids head only by the intervention of his ears upon which the hat rested. Ambrose was a small man, kept from being rotund only by the constant scanty of food and demand for con¬ tinued travel. He had a flat nose, made so by an irate “brakey. ” His mouth was usually open in an engaging smile, which, when he desired to deceive in¬ nocent women or angry farmers, could become bland and smooth. His eyes were a chestnut color, merry and keen. His face, though somewhat battered and the worse for wear, was one to insp ire liking for its owner. He had a habit of peering up from under the brim of his overlarge hat, with open mouth, that was strangely wdiimsieal. Often, as be ambled, his shirt would slip down and to coax it up again he shrugged a single shoulder in a continued and fantastic manner. Altogether Amblin’ Ambrose was a remarkable character. An hour or so ago he had alighted from his parlor car, a C. M. St. P. freight car and had proceeded to take a siesta. The urgings of hunger had awakened him, so gathering up his few r possessions, he set off toward the nearby village, shrugging his left shoulder to edge his recalcitrant shirt into its in¬ tended position. The shirt ' having been, tamed, 1 Ambrose ceased his shrugging and shuffled aim¬ lessly towards his destination. He fumbled in one of the spacious pockets of his coat and produced a bright rod oblong tin box which he forced open, disclosing a few cigar stubs of various and doubtful brands. He selected the longest, a Fleur de Cabbageo, and lit it eagerly. He puffed contentedly and placed the box back in his pocket. Finally he arrived in the outskirts of the village and thereafter proceeded cautiously, for he knew ' the extent df his popularity with certain species of dogs and small-town constables. He came to a small house well in from the road and decided to try his luek at getting a meal. He discarded his cigar with much The Pioneer Page Thirteen audible regret and approached the house. He knocked boldly and in a moment the door opened. Ambrose gallantly doffed his hat and smiled blandly. ‘ ‘ Good day, Madam, ’ ’ he said brusk- ly. “Could you spare a poor, down-at- the-heels gentleman a little food?” The woman’s answer was brief and to the point. She whistled shrilly and called “Here Brutus! Here boy!” Ambrose’s hasty flight was remark¬ able for its lack of dignity and for its speed. He had no desire for close ac¬ quaintance with any canine called Brutus. He sighed regretfully, after having arrived safely in the road, and continued his way. At the next house he again tried his luck. Here the door opened violently and an amazon-like woman stepped out into the yard, her arms dripping with suds. “Well?’’ she demanded, towering above her visitor. Ambrose clasped his hands behind his back, and, rocking on his heels, grinned broadly. ‘ 1 Could you spare a hungry gentle¬ man a few morsels of food, my dear madam?” he queried politely. ‘ 1 The dear madam ’ ’ pointed grimly at a pile of wood beside a low shed. “If you’re hungry,” she stated, 1 split up some of that wood.” Ambrose doffed his hat and backed away bowing. “Madam,” he said with a pitying sigh, ‘ ‘ I am merely hungry—not des¬ perate. ’ ’ He then conducted his exit with all the dignity of a gentleman of leisure. He named over a few choice words in connection with his luck and contin¬ ued his way. He was a philosophical soul, however, and was undiscouraged. “Ambrose, m’son,” he addressed him¬ self, “I guess you’ll have to employ the old ‘ Stone Stew’ trick upon these simple rustics.” With this cheering idea in mind, he brightened visibly and walked up to the next house with much confidence. Here he paused and muttered an old luck catechism. Our hero was upon the threshold of a crisis. He knocked loud¬ ly and stood waiting. Ambrose could have shouted with joy when he gazed upon the one who opened the door. It was not a typical tight- fisted farmer’s wife as he had expected but a massive friendly looking Germau woman with her square arms held akimbo. “Vot can I do for you?” she asked. Then peering closely at him she added “Nien, nien, I don’t gif you no food. Go avay. ” “My dear madam,” protested Am¬ brose indignantly; “you do me a great wrong. I am not one of those shiftless mendicants who lives only upon the gen¬ erosity of others. I am an honest man. I merely would request a favor of you. ’ ' The other looked dazed. “Yuli?” she said. “Vot?” “I merely desire the use of your kitchen for a short while in order that C may make a stone stew.” “Stone stew?” repeated the German vacantly, “I don’t know vot iss a stone stew. ” “Madam,” smiled Ambrose entering bruskly, “if you will but watch me I will proceed to demonstrate the chief fare of a weary gentleman.” Disconcerted by his sauve manners, the woman allowed him to enter. Am¬ brose set to work as though he owned the house. “Madam,” he said, in a business-like way; “follow my operations closely. He took a small kettle from a shelf and poured in some hot water. Then he held up a small, round stone. “It is my intention,’’ he said, smooth¬ ly, “to make an edible stew from this stone. Naturally I shall expect a little aid from you. You will help me of course. ’ ’ “Ja,” answered the other, chuckling. This little tramp amused her. His appearance alone tickled her almost im¬ pregnable funnybone. “Ja, I help you. Gewiss.” Ambrose plopped the stone into the ‘ ‘ stew ’ ’ and stirred it carefully. ‘ ‘ If you could lend me er—a small piece of meat, ’ ’ he hesitated, them smiled, “to er—flavor,—you know.” The big woman blinked doubtfully Page Fourteen The Pioneer nut complied with the request. Ambrose cut the small piece of meat into still smaller pieces and, smiling benignly, stirred his boiling stew. The woman set to shelling peas, watching him close¬ ly and chuckling constantly. Arbrose, undisturbed, continued his work. Sud¬ denly he looked up as though startled. The woman looked at him anxiously. “Vots de matter?” she asked, blink¬ ing. “Oh, how careless of me,” Ambrose chided himself, ‘ 1 1 nearly forgot. A small potato would er—improve my stew so much, yes? I thank you, madam.” The woman complied with much du¬ biousness and Ambrose’s stew began to vaguely resemble a stew. An hour passed wherein Ambrose had “borrowed” many things, “just to add a little, you realize, madam.” Finally the stew was finished and set to cool. The poor woman was almost in agony. For some strange reason she had done everything he had asked. What was this man? He made her comply against her will. (1 Mine Gott, ’ ’ she muttered, as Am¬ brose poured his stew into a dish and prepared to enjoy it. “I tink he vas play a. trick on me.” Ambrose looked up with a questioning smile as he heard her mutter. He notic¬ ed a grim look on her simple face and applied himself attentively to his food, feeling vague misdoubts. He finished, smacked his lips and arose. His ready smile was a little doubtful. The Ger¬ man’s silence had been grim and un¬ promising. She spoke and her voice seemed to boom. “Dat vos a stone stew?” “Yes, my dear madam, that was a stone stew,” smiled our hero. His continual smile was interrupted. A heavy hand was laid upon his neck. The woman dragged him away from the door, towards which he had been edging, and held his nose almost into the recent¬ ly employed soup dish. “But dere’s the stone,” she said. “Vy don’t you eat der stone?” Ambrose struggled vainly. He was helpless in this massive woman’s grasp. “You play a trick on me, huh?” con¬ tinued his captor. “Py chimminy you vill ead der stone.” Holding him helpless she forced open his mouth and dropped the stone in. ‘ 1 Svollow id, svollow id! ” she com¬ ma nded grimly. Ambrose twisted and turned in vain. There was no escape. He gurgled help¬ lessly and gulped. The stone disappear¬ ed down his throat. The woman releas¬ ed him and he stood still, a look of dull horrror on his face. He stood thus for a moment until there came an almost imperceptible splash. Ambrose shriek¬ ed, grabbed his hat and fled. The wo¬ man, staggering from laughter, leaned in the doorway and watched him as he pursued a rapid and irregular course down the dusty road. He finally dis¬ appeared from sight, his overlarge hat bobbing oddly on his head. The woman wiped away the tears with her apron and laughed. 1 Py chimminy,” she gasped, laughing. 1 He vos play a trick on me. But I tink I vas play a goot trick on him, ja.” F. B. ’27. THRILLS AND HEART THROBS! I had always wanted to go up in an aeroplane, so, when my chance came, I jumped at it. The pilot tucked me away in the seat and strapped me in tightly. With a roar the motor started, and then we glided over the ground and “hopped off.” My heart was racing with the motor as we mounted higher and higher. For the first mile or so we flew at a moderate height and speed. Then, sud¬ denly, things began to happen. The plane gathered speed and mounted up, up, up. We passed through the clouds and continued to mount higher. It seem¬ ed to me that we were miles in the air. Suddenly the motor stopped dead, and we began to fall. However, we did not fall far, as the motor started again al¬ most immediately. My heart was be¬ ginning to beat faster. The pilot decided that I needed a thrill, so he commenced to loop-the-loop, do nose-dives, and other dare-devil Tie Pioneer Page Fifteen stunts. At one time I happened to glence up and to my surprise and be¬ wilderment beheld terra firrna spread out above me. When I looked down I saw the sky. To say that I was puzzled would be putting it mildly. I was com¬ pletely befuddled. At another time I looked down and saw both sky and earth. Suddenly my senses cleared. I was sure of one thing. I smelled smoke! In another instant my eyes were burning from it. At that moment I spied flames rapidly consuming the wings of the plane. I turned to warn the pilot, but to my amazement found his place empty. Looking down with terror I beheld him descending slowly by parachute. My heart nearly stopped beating. The foul wretch had left me to perish or be saved as best I could. By this time the plane was falling very fast and within a few moments would crash to earth. Feverishly I began to work at the straps that held me in my place and succeeded in freeing myself. As the flames were now racing wildly over the plane, I took a. deep breath and jumped. I thought 1 d rather be killed in a fa ll than be burned to death. It was a- terrible sensation to be falling through space like that. I thought I’d die before I reach¬ ed the earth by the way I felt. Sudden¬ ly a church spire appeared directly be¬ low me. What new horror was this? My foot touched the end of the spire when some one suddenly laughed. I seemed to remain suspended in midair wi,th one foot on the church spire. Again some one laughed and this time a voice said, “Whatever are you doing? Wake up.” And “wake up” I did, to And myself standing at the foot of the bed trying to climb onto the bed post, and mother, convulsed with laughter, calling me in time for school. H. W. ’28. THE BIXBY PEARLS In the city of New ' York at the festive hour of six, an office door decorated with The ' legend “Otto Bolt—Private Agent” was slowly closing. The impetus for this movement was being furnished by the huge paw r of the male animal owning the right to the title. If the paw was huge, more adjectives would have to be invented to describe the rest of the massive frame. Six feet four inches from the floor; a shock of black hair gave the impression of even greater height by attempting to elevate itself in a vertical position. Mr. Bolt never wore a hat, probably because his bullet- head was so well clothed with black thatch. The most prominent features of the face under the thatch were a broken nose and an out-thrust jaw which sug¬ gested football battles. The thick head w r as supported by a bull neck and a colossal pair of shoulders. From these shoulders a suit of dark, baggy material was draped over the gigantic body giv¬ ing an impression of much greater bulk on an already prodigious frame. On the face of Mr. Otto Bolt was an impression of deep thought as he closed the door of his office. That afternoon the soothing peace of Mr.‘Bolt’s office had been rudely shattered by the advent of a small energetic man whom Mr. Bolt promptly placed as one of the class of society sponges commonly known as English butlers. This gentleman, masquerading under the cognomen of ’Enry Anby, had remained closeted with the ‘ 1 private agent’ ’ until five minutes to six when he had made a precipitous departure to the street, six floors below. The thoughtful expression decorating the heavy features of the detective w 7 as caus¬ ed by the fleeing of the fond dreams of food which had occupied the man’s mind at the time of the intrusion of Hanby. Placing thoughts of food to one side, however, Otto Bolt turned his attention to the news conveyed to his ear by Bixby’s butler. The Bixby pearls had been stolen. Mr. Hanby had dis¬ covered the crime, and wishing to spare his employers the notoriety of a police inspection, he had come to the office of Otto Bolt with this story. At about a quarter past five that afternoon, he had passed from his quarters beyond the kitchen to the dining room to prepare the room for the evening meal. In the course of setting the table his glance had fallen on the portrait of his mas¬ ter’s uncle and he had noticed that it Pa e Sixteen The Pioneer was slightly askew. In setting the pic¬ ture upright he had heard a sharp, scratching sound as if the picture were scraping against something on the wall. He had lifted the picture from the wall and the shattered remains of a wall safe had appeared to his astonished eyes. All the family had gone to a bazaar that afternoon and were not expected back until about seven o ' clock because they expected to make a short visit later in the afternoon. Hanby had discovered that the safe had been completely clean¬ ed of all its contents except a small scrap of paper which bore this message crudely printed in pencil: ‘‘At last we’re square. K. Z. ” Realizing the importance of his discovery, Hanby had gone in search of professional assistance and as a result Mr. Otto Bolt, with his mind taken up by the missing pearls to the exclusion of all thoughts of food, was locking his office and preparing to visit the scene of the robbery. Mr. Bolt had tarried behind the ex¬ cited purveyor of the news to lock up and for several other purposes, foremost among which was to search his unique filing cabinet which contained all avail¬ able information about every jewel known to be kept habitually in the vicin¬ ity. Listed under the heading—“Bixby Pearls ”■—were the following facts: string of 59 matched pearls with a large black pearl in the center, strung from Persian crown jewels by the order of Prince Hhalab; stolen in 1719, but recovered ten years later; sold in a revolution to a Jewish merchant whose ancestors sold them to a New York broker; sold at auction to Mr. Jacob W. Bixby whose picture covered their resting j)lace. Fortified by these facts, Mr. Bolt set out to follow the steps of Henry Hanby. When he arrived at the house on Fifth Avenue, he calmly ascended the steps and entered the hall. Meeting no one in the hall, he proceeded in the general di¬ rection of the rear of the house hoping eventually to find the dining room. After passing through several rooms of doubtful character, he entered one which could not be mistaken. Across the din¬ ing-room was an excited group of ser¬ vants gathered around the central figure of Hanby, who was evidently explaining how he discovered the absence of the safe’s contents. He listened to the monologue for a few minutes, but he could not overcome the temptation to assert his presence for long. ‘‘Well, Hanby, are all the servants here ?’ ’ Hanby had given a slight start when his lecture was thus rudely interrupted by the deep, booming voice of the great hulk which seemed to more than fill the doorway. However, he answered prompt¬ ly. ‘ ‘ Oh! Why, yes, sir. That is, li’all but Marie, sir, w T ho went ’ome last night sick and who ’as not returned yet, sir.’ ’ “All right. We’ll begin the inspec¬ tion. Since the servants are all here, keep them here. I’ll want to question them.” Mr. Bolt crossed the room to the pic¬ ture of Mr. Jacob W. Bixby, and care¬ fully removed it and placed it on the table. He viewed the steel crater in the wall, seeing that the door of the safe had been blown out by dynamite, carrying with it the upper hinge but leaving the lower one fastened to the wall. Inside w T as the crudely penciled message which Hanby had mentioned. He carefully removed it, examined it, and finally placed it in an inside pocket. Who, what, where was K. Z.? He ceased his speculation and began examining the wall and floor near the safe. Apparently pleased with what he saw he turned to ’ the frightened group of servants in the opposite corner of the room. He looked over the conglomerate types from the Irish chauffeur to the Chinese cook, and decided that he’d get little useful infor¬ mation from them. “Hanby, you said all the servants were on the premises last night but Mrs. Bixby’s personal maid Marie, didn’t you?” asked Otto. “Yes, sir,” responded Hanby. “Do all the servants sleep in this part of the house?” “Why, no, sir. H’all but Milton, my assistant, Marie and myself sleep h ' in the servants’ cottage h’in back. H ’as you know, sir, Marie was h’away last night, so Milton h’and I were alone h’iu The Pioneer Page Seventeen this h’end of the ’ouse, sir. I sleep very soundly, sir, and I was not awakened, sir. I feel I ought to tell you, sir, that yesterday I stopped a very queer person going from the ’ouse. ’E said ’e ’ad the wrong ’ouse and would go out the back way. ’E looked like h’an Oriental, sir.” “Thanks. All the servants may go but Milton. Well, Milton, you were sleeping near here, last night, did you hear an unusual noise at any time dur¬ ing the night?” ‘ ‘ H ’about three o ’clock, sir, I ’card a dull thud, but I thought h ’it was only the cat, sir.” “How did you know it was about three o’clock?” “ Why-ah-I-er-I ’d just been walking 1) ’off an h ’attack of h’insomnia and I ’ad glanced at my watch, sir.” “Are you subject to these attacks?” “No, sir. That is—not often, sir.” Otto turned to Hanby, to Milton’s obvious relief, and told him to take him to Marie’s room. The only thing that seemed to impress Otto in Marie’s room was her dressing table. He fingered the toilet articles and smelt of the different powders and perfumes for quite awhile. At last he asked Hanby: “Where is Milton’s room?” “Eight next to this one, sir. Do you wish to see it?” “Never mind. Where is yours?” “Downstairs. I wish you would visit h ’it. H’it is very easy.’ ’ ‘ 1 Lead the way. ’ ’ Hanbys boom was directly behind the dining room with the kitchen between. Preferring a room on the lower floor, Hanby had gained permission to have this one furnished to suit his taste. Across one corner was a small iron bed. In another corner was a large arm chair and a reading lamp. In the center of the opposite wall was a bureau. In the middle of the room was a small table with a row of books on it. Otto care¬ fully ' walked around the room, the keys he had been jingling in his hand dropped to the floor. He stooped to retrieve them, but Hanby got them first. He handed them back to Otto who said: “I see you are left handed.” 11 Why—yes, sir. ’Ow did you know ?” “You picked the key ' s up with your left hand, and handed them to me with the same hand.” At this moment Milton appeared at the door. “Mr. Bixby will see you in the front room, sir. He has just returned.” “Fine. Let’s see, now, while we’re getting to the front room, let us hear a little more obout the Oriental.” “As I said, ’e came in the front door and was going right on through when I met ’im. ’E stopped when I spoke to ’im and ’e said ’e was in the wrong ’ouse and would go right out the back dooor. I was h ’escorting ’im to it and we passed through the dining room. ’E was very interested in Mr. Bixby’s pict¬ ure. ’E said ’e was a portrait collector. ’Ere, sir, this is the room.” Otto followed Hanby into one of the front rooms and saw an elderly Wall Street financier seated in an arm chair. “My name is Bolt. Hanby got me to investigate this case. I will get your pearls before noon tomorrow. In the meantime suspicion points to an Orien¬ tal. I must leave now for there are several things I must do. Good-day, sir.’ ’ “You’re in rather a hurry. Of course you know the only valuables we keep here are the pearls. If you get them back you will be suitably rewarded. Good-day.” Otto Bolt returned to his office and fussed around awhile, seeming to be aimlessly searching through ledgers and files. He yawned several times, and finally ' went home to bed, apparently with th mystery where he had taken it up. The next morning at ten o’clock Mr. Otto Bolt stood in front of Mr. Bixby in the same room he had left the night before. “It was very simple, sir. The door had been drilled upward and slightly to the right, shown by the fact that the upper hinge was gone and the lower hinge was still there, the result of hav¬ ing the powder high and to the right. This showed me that the job had been Page Eighteen The Pioneer done by a short left-handed man. The paper meant nothing at the time so I put it in my pocket. Around the safe on the wall and floor, was quite a lot of powder as though a vanity case had been spilled and indifferently cleaned up. In Marie’s room were several kinds of powder, one of which matched the scent of that of the wall. There was also a broken vanity case lying on the dressing table. On the wall paper near the safe was a long scratch which might have been made by the edge of the door, but when I saw Milton’s finger¬ nails I decided that door had nothing to do with it. While I was in Hanby’s room, I dropped some keys which he picked up left-handed. When I had stooped over, I caught the odor of burn¬ ed gunpowder on the blankets of the bed. That explained why you were not disturbed by having your safe blown while you were in the house. When I left here, I placed suspicion on the un¬ lucky Oriental purposely so that Ilanby and his conferes would not escape. I followed the Oriental lead this morning and convinced myself that it was a cir¬ cumstance seized by Hanby who knew the history of the pearls, to avert sus¬ picion. Last night I looked through several lists of international crooks, and on one list was the name of Karl Zaaber which explained the initials. Zaaber and two of his assistants evidently plac¬ ed themselves in your household as soon as he escaped from prison. He speaks of the taking of the pearls as part of it.” “ Karl-Zaaber,” interrupted Mr. Bix- by. “I remember I helped put him away for forty years. You say he escaped? Well, did he escape from you ?” “No. He signed a confession this morning when I confronted him with the evidence. His confession implicates Milton and Marie. They are in the next room. Do you want to speak to them?” “No, lock them up. But where are the pearls?” ‘ ‘ Oh yes. Zaabar refused to tell me, but a muddy pair of shoes under the bed did tell me. I went for a walk in the garden this morning and found your pearls under one of the shrubs. They were not carefully hidden. I guess Zaabar had to hurry.” “You say Marie was in this?” “Yes. Through her confidental posi¬ tion in the household, she gained the location of the safe. On the night of the robbery she went home sick to avoid suspicion, but she came back and helped with the job. She was to have disposed of the safe door, but was too slow doing it. I found it at her husband’s lodging in Harlem. The evidence was over¬ whelming, and so Zaabar confessed and you will need some new servants. That’s all, I think. 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Chamberlain Burnham, Inc. W. Franklin Burnham, Pres . and Treas . KATHERINE GIBBS SCHOOL SECRETARIAL EXECUTIVE TRAINING FOR EDUCATED WOMEN NEW YORK BOSTON PROVIDENCE 247 Park Ave. 90 Marlboro St. 155 Angell St. ONE-YEAR COURSE includes technical, economic, and broad business training, preparing for superior positions. TWO-YEAR COURSE including six college subjects for students not desiring college, but wishing a cultural as well as a business education. Attractive residence school in Boston ideally situated at 151 Commonwealth Avenue. The school is within easy walking distance of Boston’s shops, theatres, churches and leading hotels. A location that is both quiet and convenient. s V V v c ■i-c t T O - - S. S ' 5 L- a 7 ttty? fhonrrr i920- ar . ( A man is not a wall, whose stones are crush- ed upon the road; or a pipe, whose frag¬ ments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of a human intellect are always good. GEORGE SAND (Handsome Lawrence) SPRING NUMBER 20c. copy BY PUPILS OF READING HIGH SCHOOL 60c. year READING PUBLIC LIBRARY potter loarft EDITOR Eleanor Crafts ’28 ASST. EDITOR Frank Howard ’28 EDITORIAL EDITOR Norton Prentiss ’29 NEWS EDITOR Lucille Cate ’29 JOKE EDITOR Alfred Kimball ’28 EXCHANGE CRITIC Esther Mlalonson ’28 LITERARY EDITORS Frank Heselton ’2r3 Isabelle Parker ’28 Hope Williamson ’29 Ruth Frost ’29 Wilmer Young ’29 Walter Ingalls ’30 Theron Johnson ’29 Arthur Moyer ’28 ATHLETIC EDITORS Whitman Morton ’28 Alice Hodson ’28 BUSINESS MANAGER Boyd Parker ’26 FACULTY ADVISORS Elizabeth A. Batchelder Hermon T. Wheeler Frances Greenhalgh Luke Halpin HONORARY MEMBER Helen Beals lEbitortala HAPPINESS What is it that man persistently seeks but rarely finds? What is that elusive, alluring state of being toward which man strives during his earthly course and in bewilderment gives up the quest? It is that state of mind which we call ‘ 1 happiness ’ ’ and if man did but know it, happiness is not the elu¬ sive substance he deems it to be. Un¬ known to the bearer, perhaps, the germ of happiness exists in every human breast. At some time, despite the vain desiderations, hopes and fears of man, this spirit becomes manifest and he de¬ sists a moment from his toils to won¬ der. To what end is he striving? To gain fortunes and glory perhaps—con¬ sequently, happinesss. But what hap¬ piness will fame or fortune produce for him if now he feels an inexpressible joy when he breathes the first pungent odors of spring and hears the first chirpings of the birds, when he con¬ tentedly sits before his door on a sum¬ mer evening and watches the shadows of night softly close upon the land¬ scape? These feeling ' s are the precur¬ sors of happiness. If man w r ould only allow them to develop! If now, in The Pioneer Page Three spite of his toil and striving, the germ of happin ess stirs his soul, how power¬ ful it might become if he allowed it to penetrate his whole being, if occasion¬ ally he forgot the mundane, wordly things, in order that happiness might completely possess his soul! E. K. ’27. FORT TICONDEROGA Five years ago I visited Fort Ticon- deroga. We entered the little town and soon came to tli e Black Watch Memorial, a little brick house where the relics of the Highland Regiment are kept. We then proceeded to the very historic fort which was begun in 1756, and was called at first Fort Carillon, because the French sentries thought they heard the church bells of France. The sounds were later found to be a waterfall. In 1758, Abercrombie at¬ tacked the uncompleted fort but was repulsed with great losses. In 1759 Sir Jeffry Amherst attacked the fort, which was badly weakened be¬ cause the greater part of the garrison was with Montcalm at Quebec. Boule- marque, realizing the impractibility of defending the fort, blew up the pow¬ der magazine, destroyed the two stores and retreated. In 1775, Ethan Allen captured the fort, then called Ticon- deroga. In 1777 Burgoyno drove out St. Clair, leaving the fort in the hands of the British until the surrender of Yorktown. We now come to the fort reservation, at the entrance of which is a stone lodge. In this reservation there are many deer. We then continue to the fort which is entered by the original sally-port. The fort is of Yauban star type. When I was there, the west barracks (officers’ quarters) was the only fully restored section. They have done much since then. On the ground floor is a mess-room, a small kitchen and a scul¬ lery. The upper story is a museum. Northward toward the boat-landing is the hull of the schooner “Revenge,” one of Benedict Arnold’s fleet. It con¬ tains many interesting relics such as cannon balls and arms of various kinds, also a skeleton with a bullet in its back-bone. So after a very interesting tour we left by the Montcalm ferry. N. P. ’29. SPEAKING OF FADS How many of us can answer the fol¬ lowing questions? Are we all as dumb as we look? 1. The Pyramids are in - 2. Inability to pay debts is called 3. Antoine Watteau was a French 4. Air brakes are used on --- 5. Radium was discovered by - Can you locate: 1. Loch Lomond. 2. Hoboken. 3. Gibraltar. 4. Moscow. 5. Passaic. Which statements are true ? 1. A telescope makes things look larger. 2. Jason went to seek the Golden Gate. 3. The U. S. Naval Academy is located at West Point. 4. Larceny is a term used in medi¬ cine. 5. Styx was the name of a river. Who wrote: 1. “Ramana.” 2. “The Bat.” 3. “Rip Van Winkle.’’ 4. “Pudd’nhead Wilson.” 5. 1 2 3 4 5 11 Eixctelsior,. ” Answers on Page Nine R. H. S. DEBATING On Wednesday evening, April 6, the Reading High Debating Team won a clean-cut victory over the Wakefield High team. The subject was, Resolved: That the United States should cancel Page Four The Pioneer the Allied War Deb ts. Wakefield up¬ held the affirmative and Reading the negative. The first Wakefield speaker, George Tuttle, ’27, introduced the subject and then launched forth on the moral side of the question. He brought forth some fine points to prove that the war was just as much America’s as the Allies’. Reading’s veteran of last year, Robert Stevens ’27, also took up this issse in the first negative speech and broke down many of Wakefield’s points by his clear and logical arguments. Wakefield’s second speaker, Clifford Chatterton ’27, roamed about in budgets and incomes while attempting to prove that to cancel would benefit world trade relations. He delivered his arguments well. However, Dudley Killam ’27, in¬ troduced so many good arguments on this subject and on others that he took a trifle over the allotted nine minutes. The third Wakefield speaker, John Butler ’27, stated that cancellation would mean a loss of only two dollars a year from each person with an income of five thousand dollars in the United States. He also said that by cancell¬ ing, the United States would keep the good-will of Europe. However, he did not state that there are one hundred and seventeen million people in America with an income of five thousand dollars, and that after four years the loss would gradually increase. The third Reading- ite, Gilbert Soule ’28, delved into the subject much deeper than the Wake¬ field boys and brought in the German reparations. He proved that these alone were enough to pay the debts. He drew much applause from the audi¬ ence by stating that ‘ ‘ While America is not a Shylock, there ain’t no Santa Claus! ’ ’ During an intermission in which there were well-rendered selections given by members of the Wakefield Glee Club, Dudley Killam and Alternate Frank Heselton produced a fine rebuttal. This rebuttal, extremely well delivered by Killam, effectually broke down any argu¬ ment that Wakefield had brought up, and there was much applause when proof of a point questioned by Wake¬ field was produced. John Butler and his alternate, Thomas Gleason, did not attempt to strengthen their arguments but merely assailed Reading’s. This fact was fatal to their chances. Their rebuttal was very weak. The very responsive audience of over three hundred was very partial to Reading. The debate was judged by debating instructors from Woburn, Winchester and Wilmingtofi. Aft er the debate the two teams were treated to refreshments. The results of this debate speak well for Miss Clarissa Brown’s coaching, and with her as instructor next year, Reading High should produce another first class team. F. R. H. ’28. AROUND TOWN The Short Cut—across the Congo Church yard. Daddy Long Legs—Clarence Gay. The Ag e of Innocence—Sweet Six¬ teen. The Fascinating Stranger—David Bowers. The Flirt—Phyllis Gray or Helen Turner. Innocents Abroad — Miss Pratt’s Tourists. Oh Money! Money—everybody’s wish. The Big-Town Round-Up—the Expo¬ sition. The Tryst—almost any corner of the corridors. Sinners in Heaven—Room 8 Girls. Behind Locked Doors—the detention room. Certain People of Importance—we wonder! (?) A Damsel in Distress—Ruth Wescott without her compact. The Doors of Dread—to Mr. Suss- mann’s office. A Close Shave—Gladys Livingstone’s boyish. Snooky Hollow—the corridors after dark. To the Last Man—The Debating The Pioneer Page Five Team. Warning! Deficiencies. A Man Under Authority—Mr. Suss- mann. Freckles—Frannie Dunn. Penrod—Frannie Merritt. The Thundering Herd—Between per¬ iods—this way to lunchroom! One Minute to Play—R. H. S. vs. Wakefield. Comedy of Errors—a freshman. Show Boat—A1 Tyler’s roadster (?) There have been rumors that Mr. Ilalpin’s last period Math. Ill class is trying to excel last year’s class in bril¬ liancy (?) Did you know that just because the hero was fat, lots of girls didn’t like Macbeth ? We heard that two “high hat” senior boys wanted to take a drink at the flower fountain in at the Reportory. Speaking of Macbeth, we hear that altlio certain people stayed until the last train, they were well chaperoned home. Someone was heard to ask if a cer¬ tain young man had been convinced that Lady Macbeth was of a different character than he thought. (Remetnr ber the old proverb about changing jour ' mind. Since Coach Taylor is always saying, ‘ ‘ Ask me another,’ ’ we want to know if a zebra is a black animal with white stripes or a white animal with black stripes. ‘ ‘ Freckles” wishes she were a lemon so that she might get a squeeze or two. H. T. ’27. foctry THE STREAM Beside a bubbling stream I sit And muse and meditate. The queer, soft noises of the stream Seem a story to relate. It tells me of the couples, who On its banks have sat and dreamed; Of things imagined seen in it, As past them ' it has streamed. It tells me of a little child Who comes there every day, To pick the flowers from its bank— Laughing, happy, always gay. It tells me secrets of the woods, Of butterflies, and flowers, Birds in their nest, who to their mate Will warble,—sing for hours. And by its mossy banks, I think, Forever could I dream, And hear of life as it is told— In the language of the stream. Some one is sad, Some one is blue. Why don’t you give them A smile or two? Some one has troubles, Misfortunes occurred. T’would help them a lot, If you spoke a kind word. Are you doing your duty Toward those who need cheer? Are you giving courage And being sincere? Page Six The Pioneer A word kindly spoken, And a smile from you— Who is there can tell How much good it will do? SPRING’S WELCOME With howling winds and waving trees With flying leaves with every breeze, With birds again upon the wing, March boisterously welcomes Spring. A little rain, a bit of sun, And April’s work is nearly done. Sweet flowers grow and gay birds sing, And joyously they greet the Spring. In May, from sun and gentle rain, The world is bright with flowers again. And birds now gaily nest and bring Joy to the world, for now ’tis Spring. The winds of March, the April showers, The singing birds, the blooming flowers, Each blade of grass and everything, Must do its part to welcome Spring. P. M. H. A native of Portugal should not be called a Portugese. He should be called a Portugoose. (Note: If one desires to be more particular, the male Portugoose should be called a Portugander). Why are square meals served on round plates? She: “Do you like codfish balls?” He: “I don’t know; I never at¬ tended one.” “Do you know what the old horse you sold me did?” “No, what did he do?” “Why, he up and died on me.” “That’s funny; he never did that for me. ” Latin (? ?) Translation: During the consulship of nothing, etc. Did you know that one of Caesar’s greatest battles was the battle of Zama? N. M. ’27. EPITAPH Here lie all the bones Of good, old Gregory Jones, Who worked so long and hard In North Reading’s navy yard. Teacher: “It gives me great pleas¬ ure to give you 80 in your examination.” Pupil: “Well, then, why not give me a 100 and enjoy yourself.” A. K. ’28. Help Lucky: “When will Scotchmen swim the English Channel?” Strike : 1 ‘ When they will have built a toll-bridge across it.’ ’ “Fare, Please” S: “ Hear about the latest tragedy in the New York subway?” O: “No.” S: “A Scotchman got into one of those ‘ Pay-as-you-leave cars’, and he starved to death. ’ ’ Allan Putnam ’27. The Pioneer Page Nine School Life, Melrose, Mass.: Your various covers are very clever and we like especially the way your School News is written. The Purple Pennant, Courtland, N. Y.: We think that if more space were given to stories and poetry and not so much to athletics, your paper w T ould be better balanced. As Others See Us We like the cover of your paper, be¬ cause it is original. Your paper con¬ tains much interesting material .—‘ 1 The Blue White,—Methuen. Hasn’t R. H. S. any clubs? Your magazine has a good Athletic Depart¬ ment, but a few more jokes would add greatly.—‘ ‘ School Life ”—Melrose High School. Interesting paper, but we could find no exchanges. We liked your cover very much .—f ‘ Authentic ”—Stoneham High School. We like your magazine and think your page on poetry and literature especially good. We would appreciate your com¬ ment on our paper. —“La Vie de l’Ecole ’ ’—Milray, Penn. The quality of your contributions is good. The paper is well proportioned and you have an attractive cover.— “Reflector”—Woburn High School. News Elizabeth Knight was chosen valedic¬ torian and Ralph Charleton, salutator- ian. For faculty honors Pearl Haywood and Virginia MfcBrien were elected; Dudley Killam for class honors. If any one was to argue whether boys or girls w T ere smarter, it certainly wouldn’t do them any good to refer to those having the highest marks in the graduating class of 1927. Those making up the orchestra are practising hard for the Reading High School, but—Mr. Woods, desires, re¬ quests and implores new volunteers. Friday, April 29, at Assembly, the members of the girls’ and boys’ basket¬ ball teams received their certificates, and the Middlesex League Championship cup w ' as presented. Reading has won the first leg for permanent possession of this cup. Also Lawrence Zwicker w r as awarded the Hood Medal for sportsman¬ ship. Answers to Questions (From Page Three) 1. Egypt. 2. Bankruptcy. 3. Painter. 4. Trains. 5. Madame Curie. 1. Scotland. 2. New Jersey. 3. On the coast of Spain. 4. Russia. 5. New Jersey. 1. True. 2. False. 3. False. 4. False. 5. True. 1. Helen Hunt Jackson. 2. Mary Roberts Rinehart. 3. Washington Irving. 4. Mark Twain. 5. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Page Ten The Pioneer S lnrtta THE SWAN SONG There is a small village on Cape Cod, where for several years, I have spent my summers. It is a lovely little place, peopled with simple folks who are wholly delightful. On a large hill overlooking the town sits a great white house which has a very deserted look about it. Never have I seen a light in any of the win¬ dow ' s. I asked my friend, Jim Thayer, one of the old-timers, about this lone¬ some-looking house, and he told me a strange, sad story. Years ago a family lived in that great house. There was a man, a woman, and their only son, who was a beautiful boy and a born musician. Music was his very being, and the harp was his means of expressing what was in his soul. He could make the instrument seem to talk, laugh, or weep, almost like a person In other respects he w 7 as a very normal, healthy boy, and he was well loved b;y his playmates and school friends. Then came an awful day when he was brought home unconscious. While climbing a tree, he had stepped on an unsafe branch, and had crashed thirty feet to the ground. The doctors shook their heads over the broken form. The boy would live, but he must always be a hopeless invalid. It was a terrible trial to the loving parents to see their son crippled, but they did their best to smile for his sake. After the first months of pain and suffering the boy became reconciled to his new life and bore it patiently. He was still able to play his harp, and this was his greatest consolation. Three years passed, and the boy seemed to be as strong and healthy as his condition permitted. Suddenly, however, he began to de¬ cline. Everything was done for him, but he grew steadily weaker. Some¬ times he was even too tired and weak to play on his beloved harp. It was evident that he could not live. He was fading like a crushed flower. One day he asked to have his harp brought to him. He played a few snatches from some of his favorite pieces, but he was pitifully weak, and he lay back exhausted. For a long time he lay motionless, and his nurse thought he was asleep. Suddenly, however, his eyes flew open, he sat up, and began to play. At first he played feverishly. Then a strange, sweet melody, which seemed to come from the depths of the boy’s soul, brought tears to the eyes of the nurse. The haunting ' tones con¬ tinued, now soft, now loud. The strains were heard in other parts of the house, and in some mysterious way seemed to draw listeners to the room from which the plaintively, sweet sounds were com¬ ing. The music became strained and 1 passionate, as though the soul of the player were struggling for expression. Then came a passage of wild, sweet notes, which Avrung the hearts of the listeners with its sadness. In the mid¬ dle of this passage the fingers faltered, and the music ended in a discordant crash. The boy fell back among the pillows, and when they reached him he was dead. Like the swan, he had made his most beautiful music at the moment of death. They laid him to rest in the village cemetery, and a year later the broken¬ hearted parents went away. They were The Pioneer Page Eleven unable to bear the emptiness of the great house. When they returned they lived in a smaller house in the village. But never would they sell or rent the great house on the hill. So it still stands empty and lonely, and some sup¬ erstitious people believe that the swan song of the dead boy-musician may still be heard wailing ' through the house. H. W. ’29. THE MYSTERY OF ROOM 513 On the thirteenth day of April in the year of nineteen hundred, Mrs. Taber, a Protestant missionary from the States, and Marcia Taber, her only child, ar¬ rived at the city of Paris. They had been doing missionary work in Asia for ten years. Marcia was very much excited over the Great Exposition which was to open next day. Mrs. Taber had a headache but she had them frequently so Marcia was not at all disturbed over it. At the hotel they were only able to get two single rooms on different floors. Marcia helped her mother get settled, then went to her own room. She noticed the number of her mother’s room was 513 and her room was 713. After she got settled and lay down she thought it was a good thing she was not supersti¬ tious because it was April 13th, room 513 and 713. Suddenly all she could think of was the bandy-legged porter, the thin chambermaid, the hotel clerk, the cab driver, the elevator man and the bell boy, all of whom she had seen coming to her room from the train. They seemed to be dancing around her saying, “April 13th! Room 513! Room 713! It’s a good thing you aren’t superstitious! ” Suddenly she awoke. It was ver|yf dark. She turned on the lights and looked at her watch. It was midnight. She should have dined with her mother at seven o ’clock. Hastily she put her clothes on and went down to her mother’s room but no one was there. The room was empty,— there was not a piece of furniture in it. She met the chambermaid and the elevator man, both of whom said they hadn’t seen her mother, and the clerk in the lobby said the same. The manager came in and she tried to tell him how she had overslept and on going to her mother’s room had found it vacant. He took up the register book. Her name was there, but above it there was a Frenchman’s name in the place wiiere her mother’s had been written. When she saw this she fainted. After a time she regained consciousness. Claude Willet, the vice consul from the States, •was by her. He had the bell boy come in, and he asked him who was with Marcia. He said that no one was with her. Willett said he was going to speak to the chambermaid while they waited for the porter and the cab driver to come, but Marcia called him back. She didn’t want to be left alone. The cab driver came and said the same thing. Marcia happened to see M ' on- sieur Chupin, the manager, touching his head with a finger at her. “You think that I am mad, Monsieur Chupii ! ” she cried. “You think that I am mad. But you don’t, do you, Mr. Willet?’’ At which he assured her that he believed she was very sane. The porter then arrived. This was her last hope and when he said, “Made¬ moiselle was unaccompanied,” she took two blue stubs of the railway tickets from her pocket and then with a cry, being overcome, she fainted. Claude Willet took it upon himself to look out for her. He was a graduate of Princeton University. He was very busy with the opening of the Exposi¬ tion but he visited her at the hospital every day. After three weeks she opened her eyes while he was there and asked if they had found her mother. Claude was to dine with his mother and Gail Bainbridge that night but he forgot about that now. She told him the story all over again. He was in hopes that she might remember that something had happened to her mother but she was sure nothing had. He remembered his engagement and went. He told his mother and Gail they would have to visit her. Mrs. Willett Page Twelve The Pioneer had selected Gail Bainbridge as her future daughter-in-law but now her plans were rather broken up. Claude and Marcia enjoyed all the sights and went to the theatres together but nothing was ever heard of Mrs. Taber. One day six months after the dis¬ appearance of Mrs. Taber, Claude was talking with Monsieur Chupin about the Exposition which had just ended. Chu¬ pin said he was pleased at the way a Frenchman can handle a situation such as the one when Mrs. Taber, signed to Boom 513, disappeared. After Madame had called for ice water, she called for a doctor who found she was ill with the deadly bubonic plague. So he and the doctor decided it would be dreadful to have it spread around the city. Claude was stunned. “What did you do?” he asked. “The first thing we did was to put a drug in Marcia’s ice water to make her sleep. Then we moved Mrs. Taber to a pest house and took all the furnish¬ ings from her room. All the men that had waited on them were told just what to say and the hotel register was -altered. In a short time she had died and had been buried,” Chupin told. Willett was finally able to speak. “Then Mademoiselle was sacrificed so that Paris might entertain the world. Wasn’t there anything you could do?” “No, nothing.” Chupin told how at different times the plague had spread around the city. Claude hurried back to Marcia. He was sure now that she was sane. He told her the story, leaving out as much of the unpleasant truth as he could. She wept a little, but was glad that her mother was at peace. “DITTO” “What’s that, Bobbie?” “Dunno, ” came the answer. The two boys, Bobbie and Jimmy Evans, were walking along, looking from side to side, searching for some dog on whose tail to tie a tin can, or a snake to curl ui) on Old Man Jones’ door step and get him “mad as hops,” when they noticed a new shiny fence around a small tree. “Come on. Let’s go over and shake it, ” said Bobbie. “Nothin’ doin’,” came the answer. “It’s on Old Lady Spinney’s front lawn and I ain’t gonna have the cops after me.” 11 Aw come on! ” Bobbie urged. ‘ ‘ She’s probably gone to Mis’ Smith’s funeral. She always goes just ’cause she wants to know who goes, so Ma says, but she never goes to weddings ’cause she has to take a present. ” 11 All right, then. ” So as fast as their legs could carry them, they started. The shaking was going along fine. The fence was bent into an unheard of shape. The ground was covered with leaves, when a sharp tap was heard on the window of the house. The boys looked. There was Old Lady Spinney! She hadn’t gone to the funeral after all! Without stopping to take the next breath, they started down over the front law T n. That night, shortly after supper, Old Lady Spinney was aroused from her evening snooze by the sharp ring of the door bell. She went to the door and opened it. There stood the two boys. Bobbie opened the conversation: “Ma said you called up all 1 roused up’ ’cause we came here and shook the tree, so she made us come over tonight and apolo¬ gize. She said you must have been a very perculiar child if you were all you said you thought children should be.” Then he stood back to let Jimmy make the first apology. 1 ‘ Ma sent me—er—I’m very sorry I shook the tree,” began Jimmy, stand¬ ing first on one leg then on the other, twisting his thumbs and every now and then giving the side of the house a kick. “ I ’ll not bend the fence any more. ” At this Mrs. Spinney bit her lip. Her mind turned toward the fence, or rather the pile of wire in the back yard. One more bend would never be noticed. Then she turned to Bobbie. “Ditto,” said Bobbie, not hesitating in the least. R. F. ’29. The Pioneer Page Thirteen THE “GANG” “He jumped an’ grabbed the gun an’, jimminy crickets, if the robber didn’ jump out the window and break it!. The cop was gonna send him a bill fer break- in’ it but he couldn’t find him.” “Who told ya that?” ‘ 1 Oh, I heard that a long time ago when I was in the fifth grade last year.” This conversation was carried on in the clubhouse of the ‘ ‘ Gang. ’ ’ Hoot Summers was the captain. His real name was James, but he believed in ghosts, as many children do, and his playmates nick-named him, “Hoot.” Others in the “Gang” -were: Joe Sharp, Bill Rodgers, Sam Flinch, and Percy Mack. Hoot Summers had a mother and a sister. Sam Flinch, a cast-off, lived with a cross old lady, his stepmother. Sam stayed away from home as much as pos¬ sible. Percy Mack was more of a Pereified lad with girlish ways. He was admitted into the club because he gave the other members a dollar. He was the only child in his family and was very rich. This was the only reason he was in the “Gang.” Their chief support came from Percy and from trapping in the winter months. The “Gang” had been fixing up the clubhouse all summer. The last task was to patch up the cracks and holes on the walls. Sam spoke first, “Well now, wha’dya s’pose we’d better do for these holes?” “Oh, I know,” said Bill, “le’s git some ole canvas from Pete McGint’s chicken coop!” “It’s a go! We’ll get it tonight about seven o’clock. It’s dark then,” suggested Joe. Percy spoke up, “Oh no, boys! That would not be just. That would be stealing and besides I’ll tell if you do it.” Hoot stared at Percy, “Now lissen, you chicken-hearted shrimp, if you want to belong to this here club ya gotta do what is voted for. Now if you wanna ’vamoose’ from this club you tell on us! We don’t wanna get ya out ’cause yer our only finanshle support but jestice is jestiee. Now take yer choice, tell on us and leave, or keep still an’ stay in!” Hoot felt quite big now. He had given the longest speech then he had ever made in his life. “Well, I shan’t tell, but it’s very evil. Anyway I cannot get out of doors after six o ’clock, ” replied Percy. “We kin do without yer anyway, but you just keep it low.” “All right.” The 1 ‘ Gang” then broke up for the time being and all went home. When Hoot arrived home, he had a hot supper of corn chowder waiting for him. He told his mother that the “Gang” were to have a meeting that night at seven o ’clock. His mother was always willing that he should have a club be¬ cause when he was told to do a thing he did it promptly. “Now Hoot,” said his mother, “don’t stay out after eight.’ ’ “All right, Ma,” and he kissed her goodbye. On the way to the clubhouse he met Bill, who lived a few houses away. They went to Sam’s house, got him, and then to their valued place. There they met Joe and started for Pete McGint’s hen- yard. First they ran to his house to see if he was eating his supper. He was, so the boys went to the chicken coop, slipped the canvas off and ran as fast as their legs could carry them. The four boys landed at their shack quite out of breath. By the light of a candle the pieces of canvas were cut and patched over the holes. The clubhouse was finished. It was small but cozy. A chimney stuck out the side with a fireplace at the bottom on tne inside. A table stood in the middle of the wooden floor that had an old moth- eaten blanket for a rug. There was one window. On the walls Avere pictures of Washington and Lincoln, showing that the boys were patriotic. On the roof was a pole on which a bell was attached. A rope was tied on the bell. This was Page Fourteen The Pioneer a meeting caller. The 11 Gang ” had worked hard all summer, and now the house was fur¬ nished and finished. After a quiet meeting all went home. The next day was Thursday, a sup¬ posedly lucky day for Hoot. The boy got up at quarter of seven (earlier than most boys during vacation) to get wood for his mother. His mother had to sup¬ port the family as the father was dead, and so she took up dressmaking at home. Mary, the daughter, swept and cleaned at different houses in the neighborhood. After getting the wood and having his breakfast, Hoot decided to have a meet¬ ing. Down to the clubhouse he ran. The place looked beautiful to him. Then he .tolled the bell. In a short time three panting boys came running into the tiny building, Sam, Joe, and Percy. Where was Bill? No one had seen him this morning. “Well, let’s get him,” said Hoot. It was agreed. They ran to Bill’s home. Mrs. Bodgers said he hadn’t got up yet but that they could go up and see if he was awake. Up they went into Bill’s room. There he was, sound asleep. 11 1 tell ya,’ ’ said Sam, ‘ ‘ le’s tie a string aroun’ his toe an’ keep pullin’ it tighter and tighter. Whatcha say, huh ?” So they tied the string around Bill’s toe. Hoot took one end, Joe took the other, and pulled. Bill squirmed. The boys pulled again with a quick jerk. With a yell Bill,leaped into the air more frightened than hurt. The other boys roared with laughter. Bubbing his eyes, and feeling his toe, Bill sat up. Mrs. Bodgers came running up stairs to see what the trouble was. When she heard the story, she too laughed and told Bill to hurry up and dress because breakfast was ready. The clubhouse was a success and many neighbors went to see it. Pete McGint also went to see the place. He had missed the canvas, but had said nothing. However, when he came, the boys rather shivered and shaked. Pete immediately discovered the “lost” canvas. “So you’re the ones that took my can¬ vas, was you? Well we’ll see about this, ’ ’ and with a sharp turn he walked out of the shack. He had to because he coun’t hold in his laugh. The boys looked at each other in dismay. “Maybe he’ll call a cop.” “An’ we’ll get ten years.” “Mlaybe he’ll fine us,” added another. “Now,” said Percy triumphantly, ‘ ‘ dident I tell you it was evil to do it ? ” “Aw, applesauce!” chorused the be¬ wildered boys. “I tell ya,” said Hoot, “let’s we take up a collection and get a new can¬ vas for him, ’fore he gets a cop.” So a collection was taken up, (Percy paying about two-thirds of it) and a large piece of canvas was bought. Pete laughed heartily one afternoon when he opened his back door to see six innocent looking and dirty-faced boys holding a piece of canvas. He told them to come in and gave them a great feast. W. I. ’30. STEVE’S AMBITION ‘ 1 When I’m station-master,” began Steve balancing himself on the edge of a truck, 11 I’ll - “Now then, what are you doing?” demanded a young porter. “Stop that noise, and sweep the platform.” Steve silently obeyed. “ Vben I’m station-master,” he began again, “I’ll give you the gate.” Steve swept and swept; he also whis¬ tled. Up went the station-agent’s win¬ dow. “Stop that noise!” he commanded. “If I have to tell you again, you’ll go, mind that. ” Steve Baxter was a young lad of six¬ teen. He had curly brown hair, fair skin, and bright blue eyes. He had been raised in an orphanage, and sent out to make his own way in the world only the year before. He was smart, quick and The Pioneer Page Fifteen obedient, but fio one recognized these characteristics and was always lacking on him. “Yes,” Steve muttered to himself, “ It’s always like that. Sometimes I think I’ll run off and go to sea. But there wouldn’t be much chance for a fellow like me. I don’t know, I’ll-” “Steve, stop dreaming,” a harsh voice broke in on his thoughts. 1 ‘ Run over to the Shipping Yards and help the men load.” Over at the Yards, Steve was shouted at and bullied until one would think he was the most objectionable fellow in the world. 11 Say,’ ’ began one of Steve’s persecu¬ tors to another, “the Boss has fired Ed Mills. I shouldn’t wonder if we saw more of him—he sure looks bad.’ ’ ‘ 1 Stand away, Brayton, the piles acoming, ” shouted Steve and he shoved the man aside. There was a crash, a cry, and the unconscious form of Steve on the floor, a heavy trunk on his leg. How tenderly they raised him, the men who five minutes before had scarcely a good word for the lad. There were no friends to grieve, and when Steve came to in the hospital, nurse explained that it was a necessity for his leg to come off. Steve shut his lips tightly and said nothing. But it was a hard day for the lad when he was dis¬ missed and he came back to the station on crutches. “Hi, there, how you’re feeling?” questioned the young porter. “Want to see the agent? I’m afraid you won’t get you’r job back.” “Alright,” muttered Steve, as he stumped forward. Brayton came running up and grabbed his hand. “Hello, little un. Glad to have you back. As long as I’ve a roof over my head, you needn’t worry. I’ll get you a leg some day and you’ll never know the difference. ” The station-agent did see Steve, but when Steve suggested the possibility of being a porter some day, he kindly but firmly told him that it was only out of kindness that they kept him at all. Steve helped the men all he could and somehow when he was around, there seemed to be less swearing, but why, the men could not say. One evening after Steve had worked hard all day, he crept into the shed and fell to thinking. “I’ll never be a porter, now,” he began. “I guess I’ll never be anybody.” Two tears crept down his cheeks. Tired and hungry he fell asleep. It was late when he awoke to find someone near by, swearing and stumb¬ ling over the cases of hay. Steve recognized the figure of Ed Mills, and lie watched him wind his way around the cases, dropping something as he went. Ed Mills passed but he did not see the crouched figure of Steve. Steve examined the floor. Ed had dropped powder! He intended to light it from the outside. Ed went out and shut the heavy door behind him, but first snapping the catch lock. Steve knew he was alone in that gloomy shed with the hay and the pow¬ der. He was a resourceful lad and abandoning his crutches he crept to the case of mineral water nearby. He crept around the room wetting the powder. He could hear Ed swearing and striking matches from the outside. But what was that? Approaching Page Sixteen The Pioneer footsteps and a stealthy retreat on the part of Ed. The station-master with two of the porters and a gray-haired man in a tall silk hat whom Steve recognized as a Di¬ rector. ‘ c I think it was here, sir,” began the agent, when he saw Steve. ‘ 1 What are you doing here, stealing?” “No, sir,” began Steve, and to his own amazement began to cry. But Barton was beside him in a mo¬ ment. “I’m sure he wasn’t stealing,” he exclaimed. “Why, there isn’t a bet¬ ter lad than Steve. What were you doing, lad?” But the porters had been exploring around, and it needed only a few words from Steve to explain matters. “You’re a brave fellow,” said the Director. “Not many young men would have cared to be in your place. Why, bless me, how did you lose your leg?” But that was not the end. The com¬ pany made Steve a handsome present for his prompt action. The Director had him educated and taken into his office and there is every chance of his becom¬ ing not only a station-agent but a Direc¬ tor eventually. Doris Wall ’27. THE FORTY-NINERS In the spring of the year 1849, gold was discovered in the mill stream at Sut¬ ter’s Mill in California by a boy working there. A discovery was made in Oregon about the same time. The secret leaked out, as all news will, and spread like wild-fire over the country. Stories cir¬ culated of fabulous wealth found over¬ night. Everybody went who could leave. Adventurous spiirits took their cattle and money and the things they needed most and left to settle in California or Ore¬ gon. Honest, enterprising, steady men went wild, and set out in a mad dash for the gold fields. Also all sorts of theives, tramps, gamblers, and other desperate characters went. Most of them went across the country driving their cattle and carrying their possessions in covered wagons. Some went in ships to Central America, walked across and worked up the west coast, and some went all the way around Cape Horn. All met hardships. Those who went overland had the shortest route, but they encountered Indians, often hostile to their passage, unknown and wild coun¬ try, deserts which took their toll of men as well as animals, and mountains. Those who went to Central America and across, had a sea voyage, and a land trip across the Isthmus where terrible fevers took the lives of many. The sur¬ vivors of the fever must go up through an unknown country or take another sea voyage with small chance of getting a ship. Those who went around Cape Horn had a very rough, long, and dan¬ gerous passage. With the arrival of all the different types of men, it was found that law and order were needed. A vigilant society was formed which eventually brought peace and quiet, if the exciting business of gold mining may be called quiet. California was more rapidly populated than Oregan by the rush. In fact, it be¬ came so thickly populated that in a few years it was admitted to the Union, while Oregon was admitted much later. The gold rush opened a new country, The Pioneer Page Seventeen showed the necessity for railroads, and It also led to several Indian wars, interested people in the “ Great West.” T. C. Johnson. Almmtt Dear Reading High: When I used to read letters from, alumnae at college, when I was still bach in high school, I never thought that I’d be writing a letter myself, some day, telling about the glories of my own college. But now that I am in a position to do this, I’m glad that I have the Peggy Robinson, w 7 ho w ' ill be leaving chance. Radcliffe certainly is wonderful, and I can understand, now 7 , how the other alumnae could speak for their colleges in such terms of high praise. We have quite a group of Readingites at Radcliffe now, in all the different classes. In the senior class there’s Radcliffe in a month or so. Then in the junior class there’s my sister Mar¬ jorie, and she’s certainly enjoying her¬ self. The sophomore class has Beth Fowler, Frannie Leuchtman, and Ruth Winslow ' , and 1930 contains Mary Dan¬ iel, Sylvia Mussells, Helen Abbott and myself. It’s surprising how little that Reading crow ' d seems among a thousand or so other girls! But Reading is well represented in all departments. Peggy Robinson is editor of the year-book, Marjorie got the Phi Beta Kappa prize as ranking member of the junior class. Beth Fowler is on the varsity basket-ball squad and Frannie Leuchtman and Ruth Winslow are on the varsity swimming team. I’ve done several things this year that I never dreamed of doing last year; in Zoology, for example, I’ve skinned a cat and studied its anatomy, and picked the skeleton of a salamander clean. In baseball I’ve actually made a home run once and I’ve learned to tread water in the swimming pool. So you see it isn’t all just studying books! Well, this will help to take up space in the Pioneer, at least, and I wish you all the best of luck. Sincerely, Natalie Berle. Page Eighteen The Pioneer IN OLD MARSEILLES An old house stood in old Marseilles Shabby and unconcerned. A mother, sweet and loving, there Whose hair to gray had turned. There was a lad in this old house Who a seafaring life would lead, So he said good-bye to his mother, dear, She was very sad, indeed. “I wish you would not go,” she said, 11 For at times the sea-storms rage. What if your ship should go down, and you Be drowned—with me at my old age?” “Fear not of that,” the son replied, “I’ll be all right, don’t cry,” And then he kissed her, left her saying, “Good-bye, mother dear, good-bye.” The old house still stands in old Mar¬ seilles Still shabby—unconcerned; An aged mother waits and waits; Her son has not returned. 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SMITH . . . ■ - • j . . � ’ m . i� ,= l ‘ 4 - J ' if” • r ' i • , Cl ■.t Hay, Grain and Poultry Supplies ■ ' mm HARDWARE BUILDERS SUPPLIES AUTO ACCESSORII Lime, Brick, Cement and Drain Pipe • « „, ;v J r ' VTOsTJ:1 V PAINT, OIL and VARNISH : v ' ; 1 Telephone 0450 READING SQUARE HE Co-operative Bank is a Massachusetts Institution— Inricrmfl+.prl Iipto nnrl mrfklnrtArl trv a hio Vi rJoner n rtf Safety ? ording hrough WITH K, IN- 195 I HOE PAINT vm ; v 1 J r shop tre s id Lingerie m I V CL l [ £ e., r The Pioneer Page Three principle does not mean that an ending is in sight, but it lays the ground work for a conference. Bolivia is reported anxious to take over Tacna and Arica, and willing to pay a fair price for them, in order to obtain an outlet to the Pacific Ocean. This republic formerly had a seaport, but it was seized by Chile in 1879. Bo¬ livia sided with Peru in the war with Chile, and paid the price by losing her only seaport. The Treaty of Arcon was drawn up after this war, which provided that the inhabitants of Tacna and Arica would decide which republic they would rather belong to. This treaty never went into effect. The Kellogg proposal seems to be the only way out of the difficulty. One ad¬ vantage of the Kellogg solution is that it would entail no loss of prestige on either side, and the results would be beneficial to all. Tacna and Arica have little economic value. They are mainly desert areas. They give a Pacific frontage, which nei¬ ther Peru nor Chile needs, but would be of great advantage to an interior state like Bolivia. Chile and Peru would profit not only by the. compensation paid, but by an honorable removal of a cause of enmity which has embittered their relations since 1884. Mr. Kellogg’s note was written with great care so as not to wound the South American sensibilities and to make it clear that the United States has no de¬ sire or intent to meddle in the Tacna- Arica affair, except in the interest of peace and good relations. R. D. ’27. EXTRACTS FROM THE AUTOBIOG¬ RAPHIES OF THE FRESHMEN From the “inspiring biographies” of the Freshmen we select the following passages to illustrate the admirable lineage of these—our little schoolmates, pushed into such abstruse studies that all their former joys have now withered and they are left disconsolate little beings and yet withal, still asserting their noble ancestry. “U. S. Grant was related to my great grandfather, Joshua Grant. Colonel Elizah Hayes, who fought in the Civil War, was my great, great grandfather. “The family name was Wentworth. They occupied the Wentworth House at Salmon Falls, N. H., which has just celebrated its two hundred and twenty- fifth anniversary. The Wentworth House is considered one of the finest examples of colonial architecture in New Eng¬ land, with special reference to the type of its chimney. A very interesting article concerning this house was in the Saturday Evening Transcript of Sep¬ tember 4, 1926. “Most of my father’s ancestors were English. Sir John Burton was the most noted among them, since he was the largest ship builder in England in his time, with a shipyard on the River Thames.” (Erline Austin) “My fifth great grandfather lived in Yorkshire, England. In 1690 he was given a grant of land by the King of England, Charles II. The same year he came to America. This grant of land was in Epping, N. H., which is now known as Hedding. His great grand¬ son, Daniel Barber, was a lieutenant in the Revolutionary War and his son, Daniel, was in the Battle of Bunker Hill.” (M. Barber) “Of the origin of the family De Roche- mont, my mother’s family, nothing is known before 1570. The Barons of the Rocky Mountains were very respectable people. At the time of the massacre in France, Baron De Rochemont left his home and went to Belgium for security. He found it, undoubtedly, for we find that Maximilian John De Rochemont, the one whom we would honor, was born in Yourney, France, in French Flanders, now Belgium, Sept. 24, 1781. His father was a captain of the cavalry. He moved from Vourney to Amsterdam and from thence to Deinerary, a Dutch colony, where he was ordered with his troop, taking with him his wife, brother, and his children, four boys and one girl. Page Four The Pioneer The girl remained in Demerary and later married De Witt. In Demerary, the father, brother, and uncle died of fever and the children returned to Amsterdam where they were educated by an aunt. “Maximilian went to Portsmouth, October, 1803. He was murdered near Bayou Sava (New Orleans) by some ruffians because he was an avowed abol¬ itionist. “An interesting incident in the family history is the death of Henry Marie Augustas. He loved his sister ar¬ dently and her command was held law. When she died his grief was un¬ controllable. He was a frequent visitor at her grave and one morning was found prostrate on it.” (Lois Weigmann) “In the Mayflower with the Pilgrims came George Soule. Later, his daughter became the second wife of Myles Stand- ish and from these my great, grand¬ mother on my father’s side is a direct descendant. “My mother’s great grandfather was the son of an Irish gentleman. This son, loving adventure, ran away from a home of wealth, coming to America when this country was young and com¬ ing to it was the greatest adventure. What he brought with him of his per¬ sonal belongings, he carried in a large hand bag in which among other things were one dozen very fine Irish linen shirts with hand-tucked bosoms. Short¬ ly after coming to America he married. When the Revolutionary War broke out he moved to New Brunswick, Canada, rather than to take up arms against the King.” (Gladys Dyer) THOUGHTS Since the World War, mankind every¬ where, it seems, is considering the pos¬ sibility of another war and, in many instances, the methods of avoiding such a terrible catastrophe. We hear varied conjectures as to the causes of and participants in the next war. Americans ponder the Japanese question and right¬ ly, too. Hawaii, not so far from Japan, has become to a great extent the home of Japanese immigrants and their chil¬ dren, born in Hawaii, are automatically American citizens. There are more than 125,000 Japs on the islands now, more than half of whom are American born. These citizens are now mostly under voting age, but later may they not con¬ trol the elections? They will have the right, also, to enter California, buy land and vote there. We have read and heard for some time that the Germans are again pre¬ paring for war. We hear from ou r grandparents and great grandparents that a religious war has been feared for generations. Now comes the suggestion of the scientist that our next great war will be against insects. This seems ridiculous at first, but when we consider that numerically we are overcome before we start, and that on a square mile of the average American farm there are more insects than there are people in North America, we find food for thought. They are an insidious enemy, so tiny that we overlook their power. A thou¬ sand of them can stand on a nickel. Their very form, a hollow cylinder, means endurance. Engineers tell us that is the strongest kind of construc¬ tion with a given amount of material. Again the rapidity with which they multiply and their ability to spread disease and ruin our crops are menacing, characteristics. The skirmishes which we are now waging with this enemy cost us in money annually two billion dol¬ lars. In our attempts to prevent war, let us not underestimate the strength of the tiny enemies. D. B. K. ’27. MY AIR CASTLES While going to school I have very little time for building air castles, but in the summer I lie on the beach or on a carpet of pine needles and dream. It is my idea of a complete vacation, of course not day-dreams all the time, but when one is tired, to lie and dream is very restful, at least I find it so. From the top of my favorite hill in The Pioneer Page Five the little town where I spend my sum¬ mers, I can look out for twenty-five miles over the ocean and there is noth¬ ing I like better than to let myself go and dream. Since my greatest ambition is to travel, my dreams are built mostly about that. One day I would be in a tent in the Grand Canyon of the Colo¬ rado watching the sun on the gorgeous¬ ly colored rocks and seeing salmon leap high in the air from the swift-flowing river, or, on a very hot day, my castle would be an igloo in the Arctic and I would be driving my dog team over the ice-fields, while the northern lights flashed on the horizon. Yet, after hav¬ ing seen the picture, “Monsieur Beau- caire”, I fancied myself a member of the French court. I had no cares, no worries, rather I was driving about in a golden coach, going to wonderful balls given at the court and wandering about in the magnificent park of Versailles. There, tiring of this life of luxury, I became a modern traveller of 1927, Setting sail from New York, after the first day out, I had a very pleasant trip, playing games upon the deck, walk¬ ing about the ship, watching the occa¬ sional schools of great black porpoises sporting in the w r ater. Having arrived in England, I wandered about the British Isles and took my leisure visit- 1 ing quaint little towns in Ireland and Wales, walking over the heather-covered moors of Scotland. Then I went to the continent, after a pleasant trip across the English Channel. I visited Paris and other cities of interest, then the quaint and picturesque part of it known as Brittany, then to Holland, with im¬ maculate little houses, and walked along some of the great dykes. From there I went to Italy and Venice. I stood on the famous Bridge of Sighs and watched the gondolas glide along the canals. Spain fascinated me. I never tired of watching the pretty “senoritas” on fes¬ tival days, dancing the fandango. I visited a number of interesting little islands scattered about the Mediterra¬ nean and then went to Greece to visit the wonderful ruins of the temples and the buildings. But I had spent enough time there and now to oriental parts; China, with its pagodas and quaint customs; Japan in cherry blossom time, with, the ' numerous pilgrims on the way to visit the sacred mountains of Fujiyama ; India, with noisy native quarter, and its : gorgeous jewel-like Taj-Mahal. After that to Jerusalem, and all through the- Holy Land; then, quicker than any boat or other means of transportation could carry me, I was in Hawaii, on the beach, watching brown-skinned boys with their surf-boards, or listening to the soft wistful Hawaiian music. But enough of travel for now, there will be many more days for it, and I look forward to them with great pleas¬ ure, and always hope that some day I may really go to those places. Marjorie Ritchie ’27. HAUNTING THOUGHTS You know hoAv you have those haunt¬ ing thoughts when you awake in the morning, and when you’re waiting for the “Come, John; time to get up, John,” but after a moan and jump they’re for¬ gotten for a few minutes. Then comes breakfast, and suddenly you realize that you didn’t do them. Well, you must hurry and get ready for school. Thus, for another few minutes the thought is in the back of your head, but as you start to school along comes Mr. Gloom, and says in a wee little voice that seems to be boring your brai n, “Have you done them?”, but then here comes that soph¬ omore and again they’re gone. Before school you see Mr. Gloom glaring in your face again, saying, “I’ll give you a few minutes to look at them,” then you realize as Mr. Gloom disappears that there is a group gathering in one corner and you decide to go over and see “what’s up”. You no sooner get there than you notice that they are talk¬ ing about the very things that are haunting you, so back you go to your seat, only to meet Mr. Gloom, who says, “You’ll be sorry. Wait and see.” The bell rings and the first period has begun. You hope that the teacher will miss you, but all the time little Gloom is boring your head and shout¬ ing, “Why did you go skating? I Page Six The Pioneer warned you.” The last bell rings; she didn’t call on you, but as you enter the next room for the second period, Mr. Gloom appears and quickly jumping upon your shoulder, yells, “Aha, didn’t I tell you?”, but there’s merri¬ ment in the room and you forget Mr. Gloom for the moment, though he is still haunting you, with those haunting thoughts and you think, “Well, it won’t happen again.” Through that period and through the rest till luncheon those haunting thoughts are still with you. Luncheon comes and for a few minutes you can forget them but soon the group begins to discuss them, and you just act as pleasant as you can and try to grin and bear it. Mr. Gloom shouts in a deafening voice, “You won’t get through the day,” but you laugh, and forgetting Mr. Gloom start up stairs. The sixth period you get by, “by the skin of your teeth”, but with your teeth chattering you enter the seventh and last period. “Come, hurry into the room and get ready for business,” the teacher says in a moderate voice, but one that seems to go right through you. The haunting thought comes back just as the teacher calls upon you for the second time. You didn’t even hear the question and sud¬ denly you awake. “Are you prepared?” (Must I answer?) “Er, er, no, sir!” “Any reason?” “No, sir.” “One hour in the detention room.” Suddenly in a loud, shouting, sneering fashion Mr. Gloom jumps on your shoul¬ der and shouts, “I told you so, I told you so. Next time do your studying before you go skating.” At last the school day is over, that hour in the detention room has taught you a lesson, and the thoughts, v those haunting thoughts of “home lessons” are over, yes, over, but only for a few hours. G. S. ’27. Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and be¬ hold only the mist that enshrouds others. —G. Eliot. Time is like a river made up of the events which happen, and a violent stream; for as soon as a thing has been seen, it is carried away, and another comes in its place, and this will be carried away, too. —Marcus Aurelius. [ Let a man look for the permanent in the mutable and fleeting. —Montaigne. The past with its guilt, with its hy¬ pocrisy and its hollowness, its lying conventionality and its pitiful coward¬ ice, shall be behind us like a museum, open for instruction. —Ibsen. Only be sure thy daily life, In its piece or in its strife, Never shall be unobserved. —Browning. i The Pioneer Page Seven A Page THOSE LESSONS A pile of books was on the desk. Another on the floor. Some very funny atom-men, Kept bringing more and more. A molecule stood over me, “Just look at this ’ said he, “Some lessons that you’ve got to learn This very night for me.” The atoms brought in more and more, They were a lively lot. “All these are just some little things That you have oft forgot. “The Dative rule with Special Verbs, Gerundives must come now, The Genitive with Adjectives, What is the word for— ‘How’? “French adjectives agree with nouns, The idiom for—‘have just’, What tense is used with Voila—que? How do you say—‘he must’? of WHEN THE NIGHT WAS PARTLY SPENT Under the moon, one quiet night I walked, and knew not where I went. The stars and moon were shining bright, For the night was partly spent. I saw the trees making shadows long, The world was all at rest. The nightingale finished his song And retired to his nest. The scent of the night-flowers to me came So sweet; and then I knew The sparkling grass, and the trees the same, Was caused by the new-fallen dew. Oh, how beautiful, that one night; As I walked, nor knew where I went, The stars and moon were shining bright, ’Twas when the night was partly spent. THE COMING OF WINTER “Prepare for proof the theorem,— (The geometric way), The Pythagoreum you forgot, ’Twas only yesterday.” At first it’s the frost in the morning That covers the trees and ground; And makes it so cold and chilly Not a flower can be found. And on and on he tortured me, With things that Pd forgot, Had I a better memory, I’d know an awful lot. And then the wind comes howling And shrieks and whistles and blows And the skies are gray in the morning; The foretelling of the snows. But just then Mother shook me, “Come now. get up,” she said, “All night you’ve tossed and muttered, Now jump right out of bed.” ’Twas just a dreadful nightmare, The kind that often comes, When I have such long home lessons, I cannot get them done. P. H. ’27. And then the pure white snow itself Comes down a nd covers all— From the blade of grass so mean and short To the pine so proud and tall. And it’s thus, that every season Comes the winter, bleak and cold When the lakes and ponds are ice-bound, And the storm-kings rage so bold. Page Eight The Pioneer Hokes We are sometimes tempted to make jokes out of things that happen around the school. Why not show better spirit and make jokes for the Pioneer? Miss K. (explaining a situation in French III)—“It makes a difference which shoe the foot’s on.” The child who cried for an hour didn’t get it. Once and Always At the basketball games between th e bird teams, Beecher’s tackling, “Saint’s” line plunging, and Simpkins’s inter¬ ference were the highlights. He opened the cellar window to let out the dark. Mr. T.—“Who was Secretary of War under Washington?” Miss Kelso—“Henry Knox of Cali¬ fornia.” Mrs. S. (in Latin III, to pupil who has failed to rise)—“I guess you’ll have to see Mr. Fleischmann.” An original on the blackboard in Room 1 reads as follows: “If the four sides of a triangle are parallel and the window is raised six inches from the side, what is the length of the curtain?” East Is East; Yet Up Is Down Miss K. (testing eyes)—“Is this letter facing up, down, left, or right?” Green—“Up.” Miss K.—“What do you mean, up?” Green—“Down.” Alfred Kimball, ’28. Observation The fourth year math, class has found out why they call geometry, solid, but it has not been able to discover the reason for calling plane geometry, plain. Mr. P.—“What are isotherms?” St. Louis—“Thermos bottles packed in ice.” (Isotherms are equal temperatures) Allan Putnam. N. M. ’27 The Pioneer Page Nine BASKETBALL The crape is out for the football sea¬ son. Basketball is in vogue. Garages, bams, and gyms abound with the thuds of dribbling and shooting. R. H. S. has started its annual preparation for a hard season of fast basketball. Three lettermen grace the ranks of the can¬ didates. They are Captain “Red” Sei- gars, Laurie Zwicker, and another revo¬ lutionist, Clarence Gay. Among the un¬ sung candidates there are A1 Merritt, Bill Matheison, Art and Ernie Conti, Cy Weeks, Alfred Tyler, Charles Duke- low, and Bryce Horton. These men have shown up exceptionally well in the Bird League, instigated as a test, for applicants. Overwhelmed by the large number of candidates, Coach Aldred finally de¬ cided to have a Bird League. Twelve teams were formed, consisting of good, bad and indifferent players. These twelve teams each received the name of a bird. Games were played daily be¬ tween the teams and in this way the coach was able to get a line on all the players, and from the showing made in these games, he picked the varsity squad. It is deeply regretted that the league was forced to be called off on account of the unsportsmanlike action of a few spectators. However, the league had served its purpose and the games were interesting. R. C. ’27. FOOTBALL Reading High has just closed the most successful football season so far in its history. Of nine games, it won six, lost two, and tied one; a record for any team to be proud of. The spirit of the players has done much to establish the game in the hearts of the townspeople and their appreciation of the hard work of the team has been expressed in sev¬ eral ways. Much of the credit for this success should go to the coach, Mr. Aldred, for no team can develop the offensive power and fine spirit shown by this year’s team without the assist¬ ance and guidance of a good trainer. Reading had a fine all-around team, good offense, good defense, and splendid teamwork. Of the three the defense has been, while not so spectacular, the stead¬ iest and most powerful. After the third game of the season, the goal line was not crossed by any opponent! Although teams have been within striking distance of the goal, they have never succeeded in breaking through the defense and making a touchdown. Much credit must be given to the team’s star and captain, Laurie Zwicker, who provided such a good example for his teammates. Laurie made an ideal captain, having a natural spirit of lead¬ ership and unusual ability, besides a willingness to work and learn. And so, in lowering the curtain on the 1926 football season, let us say that a deserved success has crowned the efforts of coach, captain and the team as a whole. R. C. ’27. GIRLS’ BASKETBALL 1926-’27 Season The first week in December the first of the interclass games Avas played off. The two winning teams are to play for the championship. The Sophomores de- Page Ten The Pioneer featecl the Freshmen 57-6. The winners were exceptionally fast and will prove good material for the varsity. Also, the Seniors defeated the Juniors in a hard- fought battle, 37-27. On Wednesday, Dec. 8, the final game was held between the Sophomores and the Seniors. This was a fast, hard-fought contest, ending in the triumph of the Seniors, 31-18. The following squads captained by Madeline Lyons form the varsity: Virginia McBrien Thelma McClintock Lillian Little Phyllis Gray Bosalys Goddard Lois Cheney Eula Parsons Eleanor Lovering Madeline Lyons Doris Brown Evelyn Eiley Helen Eichardson Katherine Doherty Eleanor VanStone Eleanor Eiley Gladys Burns Jeanette Lumsden Marion Cottle Gladys Livingstone Gloria Stevens Alice Hodson Elizabeth Spencer Lucille Cate Eunice Albee Sue Fowler Manager Marjorie Eitchie has ar¬ ranged the following schedule: Jan. 6—Malden at Malden Jan. 19—Malden at Beading Jan. 28—Winchester at Winchester Feb. 4—Belmont at Eeading Feb. 9—Winchester at Eeading Feb. 11—Wakefield at Eeading Mar. 2—Wakefield at Wakefield E. C. ’28 Alumni 1926 Harold Cohen—University of Maine. Doris Goddard — Pierce Secretarial School. 1925 Esther Whitehouse—Salem Normal. Josephine Eeichardt—B. U. School of Eeligious Education. Marjorie Upton—Leslie Normal. Josephine Turner—Posse. Mildred Dulong—Posse. Eobert Eooney—Tufts. Benjamin Nichols—Boston University. Eobert Merritt—Amherst. Grace Colby—Westinghouse Electric Co. 1924 Elizabeth Pike—married, Mrs. Walter C. Mack. Mildred Legro—married, Mrs. Ernest S. Hickman. Euth Burrage —nurse, Peter Bent Brigham Hospital. John B. Lewis—University of Penn. Helen E. W all—Commercial Casualty Insurance Co., Boston. Sylvia Mussells—Badcliffe. 1923 Helen Day—married, Mrs. Dennis J. Sullivan. 1922 Bussell Eichardson—Gordon School of Theology. Miriam Nichols—Badcliffe ’26, teacher, West Bridgewater High School. Catherine Michelini—married, Mrs. Clement Gleason. Lucy MacDonald—married, Mrs. H. 0. E. Fowle. Jessie Little—teacher, Eeading Centre School. Eae Esner—Costume Designer, Boyl- ston St., Boston. 1921 Eva Bruce—Jackson College. Helen Symonds—Mt. Holyoke ’26. Marion Starke—teacher, Hanover. Margaret Eichardson—Bates ’26, teach¬ er, E. H. S. Eleanor Adams—Mt. Holyoke ’26. Arthur Squires—Willis’ Drug Store, Eeading. George Kelso—Mass. Agriculture Col¬ lege. Albert C. Hodson—Mass. Nautical School, Boston. The Pioneer Page Eleven lExrljmtgeBi PAPERS RECEIVED The Blue and White, Methuen, Mass— December Number. Your paper is very fine, especially your Editor’s Page and your Forum. Have you no poets, though? La Vie de l’Ecole, Milray, Penn.—Octo¬ ber and November Numbers. Your editorials are very interesting and your cuts at the head of each department are very attractive. The Authentic, Stoneham, Mass. — No¬ vember Number. You have a very well arranged paper. Your Athletic Department is espe¬ cially good. The Punch Harder, Punchard High School, Andover, Mass.—November and December Numbers. The Lawrence High School Bulletin, November Number. You have a very fine, newsy paper. We enjoyed reading it very much. Murdock Murmurs, Winchendon, Mass. —Senior and Christmas Numbers. You have a very well arranged and interesting magazine. Praise is cer¬ tainly due to your editors and the Practical Art Students who printed it. The Reflector, Weymouth, Mass.—Christ¬ mas Number. Don’t you think that cuts at the head of your departments might make your paper more interesting? The Record, Newburyport, Mass.—De¬ cember Number. We like your paper very much. Your cuts are especially good. How often is your paper published? The Enterprise, Memorial High, Bos¬ ton, Mass.—December Number. Perhaps it would be more interesting if you asked questions that referred to your school in your “Letters to the Editors.” The Aegis, Beverly, Mass.—January Number. The arrangement of your magazine is very good. We like your “Chips”, also. PAPERS SENT TO Methuen High School Milray, Penn. Lawrence Woburn Weymouth Stoneham Roxbury Medford Richmond, Me. Watertown Newburyport Chandler Secretarial Sch ool, Boston Wakefield Quincy Punchard, Andover New Bedford Greenfield Roxborough, Penn. Durfee High School, Fall River Fairhaven Winchester Haverhill Melrose Fleetwood, Penn. Rockwood High School H. T. ’27 Page Twelve The Pioneer Stories STATEROOM NO. 5 I There was externally nothing wrong with Stateroom No. 5. This particular room was on the “Riano,” a small steamer of five thousand tons, plying between San Francisco and Singapore. No. 5 Stateroom was on the port side, well aft, and apparently was the same as any other room on the ship. It con¬ tained two berths, an upper and a lower, a table, bolted to the deck, and two chairs. Yet what else did it contain? —No living man will ever know,—the dead thing. II The second night out from San Fran¬ cisco we played whist until late, when I immediately departed for my state¬ room. As I opened the door a cold wind struck me and I felt a shiver “tun up and down my back; but I walked in and turned on the electric lights. My roommate was not in the bed, and the port was open. I was very angry and rang for the steward, who came in look¬ ing very pale. “What do you mean by leaving that port open?” I roared. He stared at it and then at me. He was so white I was frightened. His eyes were sticking out as though he was being choked. Then he said with a sickly grin, “I don’t rightly know, sir. It seems no one can keep that port shut.” “Nonsense,” I said. “You close it, and if it’s open in the morning, I’ll give you a ten dollar bill.” “Yes, sir. A ten, did you say, sir?” Then hurriedly he screwed down the re¬ trieving nut and bid me a shaky, “Good night and good luck.” I went directly to bed. A short time late, my roommate came in. He was a stalwart fellow, about forty I should judge, poor fellow! I went to sleep, but was awakened about one o’clock by a noise, and turning around I was just in time to see my roommate run out of the door as if the devil himself were after him. A few minutes later he returned, very quietly. I feigned sleep, but never, never, will I forget what I saw in that man’s face. It was horror, horror, hor¬ ror. Even as I now write this, many years after, I can still see a man in pajamas with that indescribable horror on his face, looking straight through an open port-hole; I can still smell that odor of stagnant sea water. Not desiring to be annoying, I lay quiet and eventually went to sleep. Ill Next morning I awoke early, took a stroll about the deck before breakfast, and stopped at the cabin of the captain, who was a friend of mine. After I had admired his spacious quarters, he said, “By the way, where is your state¬ room ?” “No. 5, port side aft,” I replied, watch¬ ing his face, which after this became ashen. “Boy, you will be doing me a great favor if you will come to this cabin and share it with me,” he said. I, being young, flaunted the idea. “Why,” said I, “just why is my stateroom so bad?” “Well, of course, if you want to stay there you can,” he said, “but, as a friend of mine, I wish you’d share my cabin in preference.” “No,” I said. “I?m not afraid of The Pioneer Page Thirteen anything, living or dead. I stay in No. 5.” But then, noticing his troubled coun¬ tenance, I said, “Well, then, tonight and tomorrow night, but tell me the story.” “Not much to tell, except that for the last three voyages someone has been drowned, or killed in that room.” Then I, remembering my roommate’s action, told him of it. He gave me a long look which made me tremble, but he was also trembling. He said just two words, “Poor devil;” then, in a stronger voice, “I’m going to change ships.” “How about the other three?” I asked. “It’s simple! The first two jumped over the starboard rail before the watch could stop them and, although it was a calm night and a boat was lowered im¬ mediately, nothing was ever seen of them. The other one disappeared from the room itself; no one knows where.” I gave the captain an invitation to come to No. 5 and spend the night with me, but he declared that the best thing to do was to have a carpenter put a half-dozen four-inch screws in the door, and to come and sleep with him in the cabin. IV As I expected, when I went to my stateroom that night the port-hole was open and the night wind swept in mak¬ ing everything uncomfortably cold. As I went across the room to close the bolt, I felt that someone else was in the room. However, I closed the hole and put out every light except the one above my berth and went to bed. Suddenly, the light was put out. A cold fear gripped me. There was some¬ thing in the upper berth. Once on my feet my courage returned somewhat, and dragging my trunk over beside my berth, I stepped up on it and plunged my hand between the curtains of the upper berth. My hand encountered something which felt like a body which had been in the water for a w r eek or ten days, and yet it had the strength of ten men. It jumped out of the berth and on me, enveloping me, smothering me. I tried to cry out but could not. The most horrible part of it all was that I could not see my antagonist. The lights were all on, but I could not definitely see any shape. Often it would be between a light and me, but still I could not see it. Then it was on me again and I was going down, down, down, when suddenly it freed itself. Standing up I saw the port-hole open; I felt the cold night air coming in and I smelt the almost over¬ powering stagnant seawater. Then, in the doorway was a shimmering shape which turned and ran. I ran after it. It seemed just ahead of me. Now I reached out to catch it and stopped with my hand on the starboard rail. V The rest of the night I spent sitting on a chair in the farthest corner of my stateroom with a service revolver in one hand and a rifle across my knees. The next morning the port was open. I gave the steward his promised ten dollar bill and went to see the captain. He heard my little speech without a murmur and then said, “And now, what room do you wish?” “I wish,” said I, “that you would spend the night with me.” “I’ll do it,” he agreed warmly, “and when I get back to ’Frisco, I’m changing ships.” All afternoon the ship’s carpenter, the captain and I were in No. 5. The car¬ penter took the berths to pieces while the captain and I sounded the walls, deck and ceiling. “It appears all O. K.,” said the car¬ penter, “but I’d like it better if I put a half-dozen four-inch screws into the door.” “Not tonight, anyhow,” I said as we went out. VI Promptly at nine o’clock that night, the captain and I stepped into the room. I pulled my trunk out in front of the door and the captain sat on it, while I sat in a chair to his right directly oppo¬ site the port-hole. I had jammed the retaining bar over the nut and felt sure nothing would happen. Suddenly, as I was looking at the nut, it slowly turned. The captain jumped Page Fourteen The Pioneer to it, and taking it in both hands, tried to tighten it. Then it spun backwards. I caught up my heavy walking stick, an English oak, and crossed it between the bars, but it was snapped like a toothpick. “There is something in the berth,” said the captain. Up I went and once more I was at grips with the Thing. It twisted me, choked me, then it flung me aside. My head hit the table, and I remember seeing the captain pitch forward on his face and a shadoAvy thing in front of the port-hole, and blackness, and I felt a pain in my arm. When I came to, the port was open, the smell of stagnant seawater was strong in the room, and vet, as before, nothing was wet. VII In a feAV moments the captain re¬ gained consciousness and I helped him to his cabin, and then went for the doctor. To make a long story short, the car¬ penter had his Avay, and ran a half- dozen four-inch screAvs through the door in No. 5 the very next day. Oh, yes, the boat is still running, but every now and then it changes hands. No captain keeps it long. Yes, it is still a passenger boat, but if you try to hire No. 5 you Avill find it engaged. It is occupied by - The Dead Thing. Parker Ainsworth, ’27. AFTER TEN YEARS Miss Prissy AA r as cleaning house. She had finished everything but the old parlor, which hadn’t been unlocked for ten years. Not since the awful night when they had brought her father home mangled, dead, crushed by an automo¬ bile which had gotten out of control. Could she stand it, to clean the old desk which held all his papers, to put aAvay those that he had had Avith him? She could now. Miss Prissy took up the old braided rugs and carried them out to air. As she straightened up from beating them she noticed the tall, bronzed, healthy man, avIio Avas Avatching her. It was Lincoln Purdee. She turned abruptly and Avent into the house, a mist -of tears in her eyes. They were to have become engaged ten years ago, but he had left Avithout a word to her on the very night of her father’s death. He had not been quite so tall then, nor so bronzed. His brown hair AA r as still thick and Avavy, but had a gray touch about the temples. He had been twenty- tAvo and she had been eighteen. Pris¬ cilla’s complexion Avas still pink and Avhite. Her black, fine hair had not lost its lustre and her blue eyes were still bright. As she wondered Avhy he had left in that manner, she cleaned the room and turned to the desk. Her eyes were blinded by tears as she straightened the papers, pigeon-holed them properly, and locked the desk again. Lincoln Purdee was still out there. Well, he should see that she couldn’t be treated thus. She walked out, gathered up the mats, looked at him coldly as he started to speak, and Avent in. Lincoln Purdee stood there for a mo¬ ment, too hurt to move, and then turned back to his home. He had just returned from Africa, Avhere he had been for the last ten years, ready to forgive and for¬ get if Priscilla could explain her si¬ lence and Avhy she had not met him at Whispering Rock, or at least Avritten him a note. He, too, Avas proud and had not AAwitten to ask an explanation of her. Whispering Rock A r as a favorite spot in the village. All the picnics Avere held there. It had Avitnessed a great many engagements, and even had the distinction of haA T ing had several Aved- dings take place there. Many notes had been placed there in a hole Avith a loose stone for a door, notes to be hurriedly taken by some girl for perusal at leisure. Yet such things Avere no more, for the pasture holding Whispering Rock had passed into the hands of Simon Weath- erby, who had put a barbed AA T ire fence around it bearing no trespassing signs. He had oAvned it for nine years and ten months iioav. Miss Prissy Avas interrupted at her Avork seA eral Aveeks later by Mrs. Bobbs, Avho Avaddled genially in and eased her¬ self sloAvly into a large morris chair. “Well, I see Lincoln Pur dee’s back in The Pioneer Page Fifteen town and makin’ himself quite agree¬ able. ’as ’e been here much? He useter be kinder sweet on you ’fore he went away, didn’t he? What made him leave here so sudden like? Well, I spoze now he’s come, we’ll be having a weddin’, won’t we?” Mrs. Bobbs was such a kindly soul, it was hard to be angry with her, but she was very exasperating sometimes. “I’m sure Mr. Purdee was as nice to everyone as he w T as to me. He hasn’t been here yet, and I won’t marry him,” stiffly. “I’m sorry, dear, if I hurt your feel¬ ings,” boomed Mrs. Bobbs, “I didn’t understand. His departure was kinda sudden wa’n’t it?” Over in Simon Weatherbee’s kitchen, Simon sat at the table chuckling, “I be¬ lieve I can bring it off. There didn’t anyone know about Silas Bobbins borry- ing that money from me ’n’ he wa’n’t never much hand ter keep ' track er things. Prob’ly thet reseet I give him was lost in the accident after he paid the money back, ennyway if Prissy’s got it, I’m old and my mem-ry’s failin’ By Gar, I’ll try it.” The next day he set out for Priscilla Robbins’ little house. Prjscilla sat in the window sewing, having no doubt that the house and lands were as safe as she had always thought them and that all debts were paid, when Silas knocked. “Whatever can he want from me?” she thought, but she opened the door with a cordial, “Good afternoon, Mr. Weatherby, “come in and sit down.” “Well, I spose you wonder what I came for.” At her nod, he continued, “I hate ter tell yer, seein’s yer not very rich, but yer see I’m an old man, an’ I need the money. Yer see, some twenty years ago, your father I borrowed a hun¬ dred dollars from me ter finish payin’ for this house. I reckon he musta fergot about it or he’d a paid it. He mort¬ gaged the north pasture. Now, I’ve either got ter hev the money or the pasture.” Priscilla had turned deathly pale at this. Although she had never shown it her money was nearly gone and she was planning on selling that north pasture to help until she got work. “He never told me about it,” she fal¬ tered. “I know thet, my dear,” said Simon. “He was kinda ashamed ter hev ter borry and reckoned on payin’ it back right off.” “I’ll have to have time to look it up, he must have left some record. Good¬ bye.” Silas left chuckling inwardly. “There can’t no one but me know the railroad is after thet land offerin’ a good price fer it, too.” Priscilla threw herself sobbing on the couch, but in a few moments a sudden calm came over her. She got up and went resolutely to her father’s desk. She searched it all and finally took up the papers and letters taken from her father’s body on that sad night. She searched them all and sighed as she came to the last. Suddenly she started. The last letter was addressed to her. She opened it with trembling fingers and pulled out a letter. It was Lin¬ coln Purdee’s note given to her father to give to her. It asked her to come to Whispering Rock at seven o’clock or if that was impossible to go later to take what was in the hole and write him a letter later. This explained all. Then she saw that two other papers had fallen out and fluttered to the floor. Upon examination they were found to be, one a paper agreeing to give up the north pasture to Simon Weatherby upon failure of paying one hundred dollars upon demand after a lapse of five years, the other a receipt for the money dated the day of her father’s death. A knock sounded at the door. Pris¬ cilla went to open it. It was Lincoln Purdee. “Priscilla,” he said, “I’ve only just found out that your father was killed the night I went away. That explains things in part, why you didn’t come and why you didn’t write. I didn’t come back through the village, I cut across to the next town and took the train there.” “Link, I never got your note. Dad was killed before he got here. I thought Page Sixteen The Pioneer you didn’t care for me.” “Will you take this now? I took it from the rock today. It is my mother’s ring that you loved so.” He slipped it on her finger, and then after a long silence she said, “Now, I must show Simon that even after ten years, all may come to light.” P. H. ’27. FOR I AM A JEALOUS GOD Crooked Jerry loved the sea. From this it might be thought that Jerry was a poetic soul, for love of God’s great rolling ocean has long been a poetic characteristic. But Crooked Jerry had no poetry, or any thought of beauty or good in his twisted soul. Jerry had never seen the open ocean. The sea, to him, meant the filthy, foul-smelling waters of Boston’s waterfront. Jerry lived along the waterfront. He had never known another home. He never even knew his age or from wdience he had come. Jerry was a hunchback with a soul as warped as his shrunken, twisted body. Barely reaching four feet six inches, his mind contained enough venom for a colossus. Jerry hated everything but the muddy, gray- green water which swirled beneath him as he crawled, rat-like, about under the wharves and docks. His leathery face was lined and twisted in cynical and maniacal hate. His small eyes gleamed brightly, peer¬ ing out from beneath scanty brows. His cheeks were shrunken and brown, twist¬ ed like his body, and his teeth, brown, crooked snags, showed under thin, twist¬ ed dog lips. His matted hair under his ragged cap was foul and dirty. His clothes were any old cast-offs that he could get. Jerry was insane. Not insane in the usual sense of the word, but his crazy, twisted mind had one devotion to which he offered himself, body and soul. This devotion was his worship of the sea. Crooked Jerry worshipped the sea as a heathen savage worships the gods. He would sit all day on the wharves, staring unseeing and deaf to the rest of the world, out over the gloomy ex¬ panse of Boston harbor. At night he would skulk about under the wharves, crawling and swimming, pouring out his warped soul in fanatical adoration. Crooked Jerry even offered sacrifices to his god; any mangy cat or scrawny dog, skulking about around the dingy little shops or gloomy storehouses, that met with Jerry, was taken silently down to the water and held submerged until the unfortunate animal was drowned. Jerry’s eyes would gleam fanatically as he offered his sacrifice and then he would crawl silently out from his haunt and continue his skulking. This was not the limit of Jerry’s sacrifices. Pete Lattoe, a teamster for Henchley Co., often wondered how his splendid horses had become bloated corpses floating in the murky water, while their driver lay in a drunken stupor in back of the Al¬ bion Freight Yards. Certainly nobody ever connected Jerry, little Crooked Jerry, four feet six, with the death of the animals. But his hand alone, had been responsible. Nobody knew how Crooked Jerry lived. He had never been seen eating or working, but it was generally under¬ stood that he lived on rank foodstuffs thrown aw r ay in the market district, or that his scrawny, claw-like hand picked up things, that were, by law, forbidden to be picked-up. But somehow , Crooked Jerry existed. Jerry’s life continued in this extra¬ ordinary path of existence until one day, while sitting on T wharf, a voice aroused him from a dark and sullen reverie. The owner of this voice was a young girl about twenty years of age, tall and slender, the most beautiful ob¬ ject upon which the warped and twisted Jerry had ever gazed. Usually hating all things of beauty, Jerry gazed upon this vivacious creature’s lovely face as she talked with her friends, and watched the busy traffic of the harbor. She laughed delightedly as a few sea gulls dropped for a scanty meal upon the shimmering surface. Jerry turned his head, his face twisted in scorn. Mirth and beauty were repulsive to him. For perhaps half a minute he kept his head turned, then he slyly stole another glance The Pioneer Page Seventeen i at this girl. She had come nearer and now every feature of her youthful, lovely face was clear to the rat-like hunchback. He studied her charming profile, the high intelligent brow, the sparkling blue eyes and smiling red lips. The dainty chin and firm little mouth made a picture to delight a mor¬ tal. Jerry felt vague tuggings in the region of his undernourished, shrunken heart. He knew not what disturbed him. The girl failed to notice the little hunchback, but long after she had left the wharf her vivacious countenance and trim figure remained in Jerry’s mind. The next day he saw her again in the same place and once more he watched silently, adoringly. Jerry’s love for his sea was being divided. He looked from the girl, who stood in the doorway of a tugboat office, out over the surface of the harbor. Slowly his eyes came back to rest upon the one who, unconsciously, was working against the evil in him. His eyes for a mo¬ ment lost their hard, bright gleam and became almost soft. That night, Jerry passed by a mangy cat, who almost got under his shuffling feet. Also he failed to go to his customary haunt—down beneath the wharves. Every day, as sure as death, Jerry took his post on T wharf at ten o’clock, and stayed until two. Some¬ times he saw his new idol, and some¬ times he didn’t, but he was always there. Seven days went by and Jerry’s god was unappeased by sacrifice or at¬ tention. Jerry’s eyes were more and more losing their maniacal gleam. His shrunken twisted body was held as straight as it could be. He could even look on others without the vicious ha¬ tred that he had hitherto felt. The slight good in Jerry was dominant. The morning of the eighth day dawned angry and red. Jerry, crawling out from his little hovel under a ware¬ house, felt vague misgivings. He eyed the sea, death-like and motionless, with qualms of conscience. He felt that something would happen today. He shuddered and shuffled away to hunt breakfast. All the morning the barometer dropped steadily, and the sun rose, an angry red ball in the murky sky. The harbor was motionless. The water didn’t swirl around the piles, but lay still and motionless. The few moving boats left no marked wake. The appearance of the harbor was uncanny. At ten o’clock, Jerry took his custom¬ ary stand on T wharf, trembling in every limb. He was deathly afraid— afraid of the wrath of the sea. His rat¬ like eyes sought vainly for the comfort of his new idol. He felt the urging to leave this spot but he stuck, hoping for, he knew not what, and afraid, he knew not why. About an hour after his arrival, the awaited disaster came. The sea rose with a rumbling roar. It swelled to the very edge of the wharf and sank back deep, deep down, as - though to gather strength for a new leap. The sun, directly overhead, glared down, fiery and menacing. Jerry clung to his post. The sea rose. It engulfed the wharves, roaring and growling, swirling madly, as every loose article was swept from wharves and ships. Jerry clung to his post as the enraged waters engulfed him. The sea seemed to murmur madly to him, promising vengeance. Again the level fell leaving Jerry gasping. Then with a shriek, the wind loosed in rage. A shrieking, raging storm broke. Waves, lashing and roaring, engulfed the ships at the wharves, swept over buildings and crashed far up onto the land. Big ocean-going vessels were cap¬ sized, torn apart and thrown about like cockle shells. Massive wharves were torn apart. Buildings were knocked over. The sea had gone mad. Throughout this raging, a small fig¬ ure stood alone on T wharf. Jerry, un¬ harmed by wind or wave, stood majes¬ tically in the middle of the only wharf left standing, his eyes gleaming with maniacal joy. Again he was worshipping his god. The waters raged by him and around him, but never over him as he stood pouring out his soul to his god. Suddenly the side of the building on the wharf shook, trembled, and crashed into the sea. There, cowering Page Eighteen The Pioneer against the opposite wall of the tugboat office, stood the girl who h ad recently filled Jerry’s mind. She was trembling with fear and terror. Her pink, fluffy dress stood out a pure spot among the black evil surroundings. Jerry lifted his arms, looked over the sea, and his lips opened to emit an un¬ earthly scream of protest. As though in answer to a plea, a roaring, lashing wall of water rose between him and the land. It fell with a crash, sucking back into the sea all that it engulfed. Jerry saw a swirl of pink throAvn far out into the madly tossing water. Then the hull of a smashed vessel hovered and fell where the faint color had been. Jerry threw back his head and laughed long and shrilly, an insane laugh. He stood on the edge of the wharf wringing his hands, his eyes rolling wildly. The rear of the wharf creaked and groaned. The devouring wave had shaken it to its foundations. A top¬ pling brick wall had helped. Now it was slowly sliding forward. The piles creaked and groaned as the raging sea pulled at them. As though to make up for their former leniency, the waves swarmed over it and pulled at it. Only the place where Jerry stood, rigid and unheeding, was untouched. Now a tre¬ mendous upheaval of the waters under the wharf came to life. The beaten wharf was tossed into the air and driven by gale and wave out into the harbor, where it fell with a crash, floating for a moment. At the feet of the one who stood, unheeding the storm, the waters tossed a broken, limp, pink body. Crooked Jerry looked down. He stared unseeing for a moment and then recog¬ nition came to him. Uttering a broken cry, he fell beside the still form, and clasped it in his arms. The wharf slowly settled and with a final heave it sank slowly beneath the surface. At this moment the sea calmed. The ' moment that the two figures disap¬ peared, the storm ceased, more suddenly than it had begun. With a human cry of triumph the waters receded and stilled, leaving the sun to shine calmly and peacefully over the devastation. F. B. ’27. “JUNIOR PROMENADE’’ The annual Junior Prom was staged by the Class of 1928, this year, and it surely was a success. The only thing wrong was the weather and that was exceedingly wet. In spite of all adverse conditions of the rainy night, a large crowd of “Merry Makers” turned out. Ray McKittrick’s eight-piece broad¬ casting orchestra received unusual ap¬ plause and compliments all the evening. Incidentally, this orchestra is one of the best in New England. 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Business Manager WILLIAM CARTER Literary Editors FRANK HESELTO-N ’28 ISABELLE PARKER ’28 HOPE WILLIAMSON ’29 RUTH FROST ’29 WILMER YOUNG ’29 WALTER INGALLS ’30 THERON JOHNSON ’29 FACULTY ADVISORS ELIZABETH A. BATCHELDER HERMAN T. WHEELER FRANCES GREENHALGH LUKE HALPIN HONORARY MEMBER HELEN BEALS MiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiHmiimiimimiiiim TRANSATLANTIC FLIGHTS It was during the summer of 1926 that plans for a transatlantic flight from New York to Paris were drawn up. The pilot for this flight was Rene Fonck, a French Ace. This man chose for his companions, three American flyers and for his ship, a giant Sikor¬ sky biplane. After months of testing, the ship tore down the runway at Roosevelt Field on the first leg of the flight. It never left the ground. At the end of the runway, it tipped onto its nose and burst into flames. Fonck and one companion were thrown clear, the other two perished in the flames. The next year, that is 1927, interest in transatlantic flying was greatly in¬ creased. In America three planes were lined up : the “America,” the “Co¬ lumbia,” and the “American Legion.” The America was the favorite as it was piloted by three men of North Pole «n ii i mi i mi 111 in ii ii ii i ii 111 ii mu 111 n i ii n 111 ii 111 li 11 m 111 r THE PIONEER PAGE THREE fame: Byrd, Bennett and Noville, but the enormous plane crashed while landing after the test flight. The rea¬ son for this accident was that Byrd when he designed the plane had the center of weight toward the nose of the ship. Consequently when he landed he couldn’t get the tail down. That insisted on staying up and finally the plane nosed over and landed on its back. Bennett was so badly injured that he was unable to try the flight to Paris. Later the “American Legion” crashed carrying Lieutenant Commander Noel Davis and his co-pilot to their deaths. This left only one plane in the run for an immediate flight to Paris, the Columbia, piloted by Chamberlain and Acosta, nor was this ship destined to be the first. Because of an unscrupu¬ lous backer, Acosta resigned. Bertaud, who took his place, was soon dis¬ charged by that same backer. Then came the news that two in¬ trepid Frenchmen had hopped off from Le Bourget. All America waited in vain to welcome brave Nungesser and Coli whose fate will probably never be known. Suddenly in the skies a little Ryan monoplane appeared. In its tiny cabin sat a boy whose name was Charles A. Lindbergh. A brief stop in St. Louis and he was again in the air, this time with his destination New York. Early in the morning of the 20th of May this fearless boy left Roosevelt Field alone save for four sandwiches and some letters of introduction. Two hours later, the early rising lightkeeper of a light just off Scituate was startled by seeing a small aeroplane flash by scarcely thirty feet away. The world took interest when he passed over Cape Race and headed out over the open sea After a night of anxiety, came morning and the news that he had been sighted off the coast of Ire¬ land by a fishing boat. The world was relieved and astounded. Several hours later when “We” landed at Le Bourget, the world went wild. —A. Norton Prentiss. A MOCK TRIAL On the seventh day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven, a special court was held in Room two. The principal case of the day was that of the State vs. George Parker. Mr. Parker w T as accused of stealing a plati¬ num watch set with emeralds, and other valuable glass and tinware belonging to the presiding judge of the day, Henry Westcott. For the purpose of explanation to the reader, may I insert this statement. For the purpose of obtaining material, a watch was to be placed in the book cas of room two. One boy, known only to the teacher, was to take this watch. During the appointed time, the watch was removed, but was taken by some¬ one other than the appointee. The clerk of court, Allan B. Temple, after swearing in the defendant, and the witnesses, read the case. The attorney for the state was Mr. Vincent Heath Whitney. After the witnesses and defendant had been sworn in, he cross-examined each. The defendant admitted he was a klepto¬ maniac (not realizing what the word meant). Of course this fact was used against him. After Mr. Whitney had finished cross-examining the defendant, Mr. Philip G. Parker, attorney for the de¬ fendant, cross-examined the two wit¬ nesses and was evidently little pleased with their evidence. Mr. Frank Te- beau was the first witness called and Mr. Clarence White was the second. Mr. Parker was silent for a time as if at a loss to know what to say, but no! He called Atty. Whitney, asked PAGE FOUR him to be sworn in, then dramatically accused him of taking the watch. He claimed that the eye-witness was him¬ self. Air. Whitney claimed Mrs. Flower gave him the watch, so Mr. Parker asked Mrs. Flower to be sworn in. After being duly sworn in, Mrs. Flower was accused of receiving stolen goods. “I received the watch from his honor, __ THE PIONEER Judge Henry Westcott,” she replied to the accusation. “Ask his honor to be sworn in,” Mr. Parker roared. “I accuse you of tak¬ ing the watch!” he continued, addres¬ sing the judge. At that point the bell rang and the court was adjourned. —P. G. P. ’30. THE COUNTY FAIR If you’ve never been to a fair you’ve still got something else in life worth while. After securing my money from Father, I started out. I tried the flying horses first. I hadn’t ridden on them since I was seven, and I’m not going to ride again if I live to be seventy-seven. They cost too much. Besides the ten cents I paid to get on the thing, I lost fifty cents down through the crack in the floor, and all I got out of it was a headache. Next I thought I’d try the chair plane. I paid my fifteen cents and went in. When I got inside the gate, I saw people getting off looking as if they had been dragged through fire. I wanted to go out, but I didn’t have the nerve to demand my money back and I had no desire to waste it. So I got on and chained myself in. About two minutes later I felt my¬ self rising. With a start I grabbed hold of the chain with both hands, closed my mouth tightly, hardly daring to breathe. My scarf blew off and I have never seen it since, but I don’t care. I’m thankful I’m still alive. THRILLS The last period was almost over, when suddenly three bells rang. Every one looked at one another won¬ dering what was meant. Came a pause. Four more bells rang. Then When I finally landed I began to doubt the fact that there is an axis through the center of the earth that keeps us all from falling off. It seemed to me that part of the time I was walking on earth, and the rest I was likely to step on the sky. I decided that I’d better wait before I tried any more rides until I was surer of myself, so I started toward the animal show. After watching bulls prance up and down and wondering which one was going to see my red beret first, I looked at my watch and noticed that I was to have met father five minutes before to go home. I started running, and bump—I looked up and there stood a man. I say man, but I’m sure he was part something else, wearing a red sombrero, a dirty black tuxedo and a pair of black and white checked trousers. In his hand he held a doll decorated with orange and purple feathers. He was yelling at the top of his lungs, “Hit the bull’s eye and win a doll!” With a quick “Pardon me” I started on and after some dodg¬ ing in and out reached father. —Ruth Frost. a study pupil in the back of the room, who had just waked up to the fact that he was in school said excitedly, “Fire.” The teacher arose and we followed her out of the room. As we gained the corridor we spied some one guard¬ ing the doors with weapons. Such a THE PIONEER PAGE FIVE motley array of glittering steel. We Upon investigation, we discover that relaxed on discovering that the guards these boys with tools w r ere combining were merely traffic officers with ham- the offices of fire w T arden and exten- mer, bit stocks, drills, and other tools. sion-worker in Manual Training, and Do you suppose they had to drill were at this particular time installing the doors to get them open? apparatus in the Corrective Gym Room. We commend them for their zeal in —E. H. Y. ’28. saving their tools. —Ed. 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Should I return dur¬ ing my absence keep me here till I get back.”—Judge. Come on, Inventors! Another thing the world needs is a grapefruit which can yell, “Fore!”— Judge. Call Again! Maid—“The garbage man is here sir.” Professor (absent-mindedly)—“Dear, dear! Tell him we don’t want any.” The Famous Butcher Song— “Till We Meat Again” The Important Question In the Current Events No. 4, it is stated that several navy yards will be closed. Will this effect North Reading’s ? A Freshman wants to know “How can I expect to do well in Latin when my mother never even studied it?” Strictly Guaranteed Lady—“Are those potatoes new?” Vender—“New! Why, they haven’t even got their eyes open!” Believe It Or Not! According to recent statistics 1,071 persons lost their eyesight through having a spoon in their cup while drinking. Poor Judgment! Kind Old Gentlemen—“Why are you crying, boy?” Small Boy—“I lost a half dollar!” K. O. G.—“Well, here is another. Now tell me how you happened to lose it.” Small Boy—“I bet on the Pirates!” PAGE SIX THE PIONEER Booster Imagine being in the High School a year and not learning that Mr. Taylor is a son of Maine! The Ideal Combination The feeling for language and a memory for dates. Vivid Perception There she sat in the light of a pale lamp, her eyes in her lap. As a Child Sees After the sermon the minister, dressed in his robes, approached a mother and her small daughter. _ Sud¬ denly as the mother and the minister were conversing, the child interrupted— “Mother,” she said, “What is the matter with that man?” “Why, nothing is the matter with the minister,” said the mother, astonished. “Well then, why is he wearing a bathrobe ?” —A. K. ’28. Practical Imagination The tacher was illustrating the mean¬ ing of the word stile in the line— ' “He saw Silas Marner leaning against a stile with a heavy bag on his back” by referring to the turnstiles in the Boston Elevated Stations. Teacher: “Why did Silas lean on the stile instead of going straight thru?” Bright boy : “He didn’t have 10c.” iiiiiimiiiiiiiimiimmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimMiiimmiimmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiimmnimmiiimmimmimiimimitiiiimmim niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiMiiiiiiiiiK Snaps from Other School Papers Ivan—“How do you like your elec¬ tric washing machine that you got from America?” Mrs. Kokanovich— ' “Not so good. Every time I get in the thing the paddles knock me off my feet.” —Lawrence High Bulletin. Mist Mist—white foam—a swirling sensa¬ tion of billowing waves—where is he? He blundered against something hard and cold—a blinding stinging sensa¬ tion in his eyes—he gasped and choked —involuntarily he reached forward— the thing was within his grasp at last —a towel—and the soap was gone from his eyes. —Stoneham High Authentic. Poetic Salesman (gazing into the eyes of pretty but dumb stenographer) : “What is it when our souls go back— and back—and back?” P. D. S. “That’s fallen arches.” Chandler Pad and Pencil. You see a pretty girl walking down the street. She is, of course, feminine. If she is singular you become nom¬ inative. You walk across to her changing the verbal and becoming dative. If she is not objective, you become plural and you walk home to¬ gether. Her mother is accusative, and you become imperative. Her brother is an indefinite article. You walk in and sit down. You talk of the future and she changes to the object. Her father becomes present and you be¬ come the past participal. —Hopedale Blue Flame. THE PIONEER PAGE SEVEN Blue Flame, Hopedale—Graduation issue, June, 1927— ' You are to be con¬ gratulated on this number. It is a fine one! Your “Washington Notes’’ are good, and the personals in the joke section are especially interesting. But where are your poems? We found only one, the class poem. —E. M. ’28 p © Til Une Apologe Je ne suis pas une poete Je suis mauvais c’est vrai Mais mauvais que je suis Au moins je le sais. Elimination Game Seven periods in a day One little girl to pass them away. First period Latin Oh and How! Only six periods left her now. Second period Gym; bloomers she dons Right face ! Left face! second period’s gone. Third period study: might as well play Don’t have this period every day. Fourth period History, quizz today Seems as though it flew away. Fifth period English and Macbeth What a bloody tale of Death. Chapel now with harmony Not much music as she can see. Luncheon, ah! no poetry there. Just one rush for the bill-o-fare. Sixth period Study what a bore. Nothing to do, all done before. Seventh period French, not so bad. What a heck of a day she’s had. Seven periods in a day One little girl keeps whiling away. —Deux sans sens Nocturne 13 The sun he leave the heavens The day he turn to night. I can’t see what I saw before Because there is no light. The moon she rise, the sun he sink The night come thick and fast. The cat she yowl, the dog he howl A shoe at them is cast. The moon she leave the heavens The night he gone to stay. Now I see what I saw before When it was yesterday. —Deux sans sens Reading High Football As this is being written, Reading has played five of the eight games on the 1927 schedule. The first two games were played with Medford and Win- chster. On Columbus Day, Wednesday, October 12, Reading journeyed down to Stoneham for one of the big season games. A large crowd was on hand, and the Reading rooters showed fine spirit, cheering incessantly for their boys in green to come through. Al¬ though we must praise those few boys that helped in the organized cheering, yet real credit must be given the girls who turned out en masse to support Captain Dukelow’s eleven. From the opening whistle, Reading showed its superiority over Stoneham, marching straight down the field to score for the green within the first PAGE EIGHT THE PIONEER five minutes. In the second quarter, Reading again scored on a fluke. As a Stoneham back started a forward pass, a Reading man knocked i t down. It took a queer spin in the air, how¬ ever, and John Doherty grasped it out of the heavens. Running at top speed, he travelled some 65 yards to a sec¬ ond touchdown. Horton took out the only Stoneham prospective tackier and cleared the way for Doherty. Frank Howard, Reading half-back, showed well in this game, zigzagging and dashing around for a few nice gains. Capt. Dukelow played his usual good game. “Duke” seems to be the most consistent of the Reading players through each clash. The sport writers in Boston say that “Duke” would go pretty well on many a high school team of the best ranking. We wouldn’t doubt that, either! On Saturday, October 22, Reading played their first home game of the season against Johnson High. Reading marched down the field early in the first period to a scoring position, and a pass from Merritt to Dukelow, b rought the first score of the game. Dukelow missed the point and the score stood 6-0 for the green. No further score was made until two minutes before the end of the game when a prospective punt by Dave Bowers, Reading guard, near his own goal line, was blocked. A John¬ son man fell on the oval past the end one and, by the rules, gave Johnson two points. The referee, however, ruled it a touchdown and Johnson tried for the point. They were successful, and a disputed, undeserved contest went as a victory to Johnson, 7-6. On October 29, Reading was de¬ feated by Saugus High at Reading Athletic Field, 25-14. Hickey, Duke¬ low, Spavin, Bowers, Howard and others played in good form. At the end of the half Reading led 14-6. Saugus had a scoring spree, however, and finished the game 11 points better than Reading. The defeat was mainly due to a weakness of the line while on the defensive, although the offensive showed more aggressiveness. —J. W. Morton, Jr. Girls’ Athletics There is not much excitement thus far in our athletics. Our Hockey privileges were taken away for the benefit of football. Basketball in consequence is starting early. Grace Curtis, ' 29 has been elec¬ ted assistant manager to help Florence Estabrook ’28, manager. Class teams are occupying our at¬ tention now. Each class has a dozen candidates. When the class clashes have been played off, Varsity will be¬ gin. —A. H. ’28. Post Graduates Douglas Daniel Marion Allard Ralph Johnson Edna Little Edwin Sanborn Ellen Wiberg Alumni in School or College B. C. Ernest Conti ’27 B. U. Glenna Gleason ’27 ' ftiiimiimiiiiiiimtiimtitiiimifmiiMiiiimiiiitit; THE PIONEER PAGE NINE Lawrence Partelow ’26 George Siegars ’27 Helen Turner ’27 Burdett Thelma Brown ’27 John Lindsay ’27 Stanley Maxwell ’27 Marjorie Ritchie ’27 Chandler Secretarial Muriel Steele ’27 Helen Reed ’26 Dartmouth William St. Louis ’27 Ralph Charleton ’27 Lawrence Zwicker ’27 Forsythe Dental (Tufts) Harriet Hasty ’27 Iowa State Frank Beecher ’27 Frank Norton ’26 Moses Brown Alfred Merritt ’27 Massachusetts Agricultural College Shirley Upton ’26 Proctor Academy Robert Mount ’27 Phillips Andover Joseph By ram ’27 Phillips Exeter Newell Morton ’27 Salem Normal Donald Carter ’27 Ednamay Kelso ’27 Barbara Nutter ’27 Simmons Leonice Cook ’27 Tilton Academy Alfred Tyler ’27 Radcliffe Natalie Berle ’26 Helen Abbott ’26 Mary Daniel ’26 Elizabeth Knight ’27 University of Michigan Sherwood Upton ’26 Alumni at Work Class of ’27 Victor Bearse, Globe Phone Co. George Burke, Addressograph Co., Boston, B. U. Night School Daniel Chamberlain, Dorr’s Market Robert Dewey, Herbert Kendall Co., Boston Edna Godfrey, E. B. Currell Son Carroll Hoyt, First National Bank, Boston Robert Norton, Second National Bank, Boston Fletcher Parker, Atlantic National Bank, Boston Bernard Schimpfke, Simpkin’s Market Duncan Stanley, Ginter Co. John Stanley, Hunt Nipple Co. Ermel Sturgis, Christiansen’s Green¬ houses Philip Swain, Atlantic National Bank, Boston Edward Tasney, Eisemann Bros., Boston —A. P. ’27. timiiimm mm mu mini mu in mini iiiuiii mu in mini mu nnt mi lit imm mimm i n ii mini immmmmm mu inn minimum 11111111111 n 11111111 ii 111 n in 111111111111111 ii 111 it 11 ii 11111111111111 ii n i n in ii 111 ii mi 111 iiiiii in iiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiinniiiiinniinnnniiininniinniiniiiniinninnnniniiiiiinniiiinnifiif nninniniiiiniiiiiniiiiiiiiiininniiinnnnnnniinniiniinniniinniiniinnnniinnnniiiniiniiiniriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiii Junior Woman’s Club The Junior Woman’s Club held its first meeting of the school year Septem¬ ber twentieth. At this business meet¬ ing, the colors, maroon and gold, were chosen as the club colors. A committee was elected to try to increase the membership of the club. All girls of the High School are cordially invited to join the Junior Woman’s Club. The girls of the ninth grade of the Junior High School have also been invited to join. The second meeting was held Octo¬ ber eighteenth. The program was entirely musical: Eleanor Noyes, ’cellist, accompanied by Sara Harnden -4iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir THE PIONEER PAGE TEN at the piano, selections on the piano by Sara Ham-den, vocal numbers by Mrs. Vivian Smith accompanied by Mrs. Ruth Currier. We were glad to notice that several girls from the Junior High School ventured over to our little High School for this. We hope to see more of them and also an increase in high school members. The officers of the club this year are : Lucille Ware, President Ruth Adden, Vice-President Eleanor Van Stone, Secretary Lois Cheney, Treasurer The program for the Junior Woman’s Club for the 1927-28 season is as fol¬ lows : Sept 20, Business meeting October 18, Musical and Reading November 15, Far East Exhibit (at the home of the Misses Nichols, 29 Prescott St.) December 20. Christmas Party January 17, Lands Across the Sea (Pictures), Mrs. Philip H. Tirrell February 21, Reception and Colonial Tea (members come in costume if possible) Guests The Mothers of Members The Faculty of the R. H. S. March 20, Mrs. Clarence W. Clark, former Chairman of Junior Member¬ ship Massachusetts Federation of Women’s Clubs. April 17, Open date —I. G. P. ’28. Albion Metcalf, R. H. S. T9, well known resident and pianist of Reading, made his Boston debut Saturday, Oct. 14, at Jordan Hall. His program was made up of a Brahm’s group, Chopin’s sonata in B flat minor, and “In a Vodka Shop,” “Siciliana,” “A Fairy Tale,” “L’lsle Joyeuse,” all short modern pieces. The audience, including many Read¬ ing people, received and applauded his playing enthusiastically. His encores were “Blue Danube” and Chopin’s Etude in C. Jordan Hall was filled, a marked compliment from music lovers, and a reception which no one else has been accorded in three years. The Reading High School is proud to have an alumnus so outstanding a musician, and so successful in his chosen profession. —L. W. Orchestra News The orchestra now consists of nearly twenty members. Rehearsals are held every Tuesday during one assembly period and also after school. The orchestra played for the teachers’ meeting held at the new Junior High School Monday evening, October 17. It is now practicing for the teachers’ return entertainment for the Rotarians which will be held Wednesday even¬ ing, November 16. After that the orchestra will begin practice for the joint concert with the Glee Club, to be given on Saturday, December 9. The Glee Club The Glee Club has been meeting on Tuesdays and Fridays since October 4, 1927. On Friday, November 4, the following officers were elected : President—Alice Hodson, Vice-president—Elinor Riley, Treasurer—Viola Martin, Secretary— Virginia Tucker. Following the elections, a short dis¬ cussion took place concerning new members who are wanted and greatly needed, especially those with tenor voices. We are preparing for a concert in December. —V. S. T. ’29. Class Meetings The class of ’28 has held two meet¬ ings Sept. 21, and Oct. 7. At the first meeting Miss Isabelle Parker was elected class treasurer. A com¬ mittee was chosen for revising the constitution and also a committee to help select the school ring. No steps THE PIONEER PAGE ELEVEN have been taken by the ring com¬ mittee, as the other two classes have not yet chosen their committees. During the second meeting, the Arlington Studios were chosen as the class photographers, and plans are being made to have the pictures taken at the High School instead of going into Boston to the studios. The class is looking forward to its busiest, and we hope most successful year at Reading High School. The officers of the Senior Class are : President— Malcolm Weeks Vice-President—Richard Pomfret Secretary—Lucille Ware Treasurer—Isabelle Parker —L. W. “FREEDOM” Lyin ' there on the old, torn, cover¬ less couch, she wasn’t much to look at, just an old woman with a mass of crumpled, tumbling, gray hair, deeply wrinkled and creased face and hands, and dark brown eyes, eyes filled with a bottomless depth of melancholy. An old faded, blue calico dress covered her, while above the tops of her high, an¬ tique boots, there appeared something she called stockings, something mainly of holes. Oh, she couldn’t lie there, she could¬ n’t! She’d got to work, just got to! Work, work, work! She had no recollection of ever doing anything else. Oh! Who said slavery was abolished? What’ad she ever done but slave for that worthless, good-for- nothing husband of hers. ’Course there’d been her son—she always cried when she thought of him—but he was too good t’ last. They brought him in one day dead. “Runaway” they stated briefly. She didn’t cry. All she said was, “I .knowed it fer a long time. He wuz a joy and there h’aint supposed t’ be none in my life, I guess.” Autumn passed, winter came, and and came a second time. Still she slaved. Up she’d get so early, long be¬ fore the sun was up, go out and milk the cow and do the chores. Then came breakfast, and dishes. After that she’d scrub the floor or tramp across the barren, snow covered marshes into town. Home again there’d be plenty more to do. And so it was day after day. Then came the time she didn’t have the money for the rent. “All right,” her farmer-landlord said, “Get the cash or else get out, see?” She got it. Then the day, when Mrs.. O’Halligan brought her over some bones for her dog arrived. “Lemme in,” shouted Mrs. O’Halligan after a few minutes of knocking. “What be you doin’ anyway, killin’ o’ yerself?” “Yes.” There came in answer a single word, a word full of defiance, sarcasm, weariness, and new hope. Lyin’ there on the old, torn, cover¬ less couch, she wasn’t much to look at, just an old woman with a mass of crumpled, tumbling, gray hair, deeply PAGE TWELVE THE PIONEER wrinkled and creased face and hands, coyote howled a weird, ghostly cry. and dark brown eyes. Only now a She was dead. new flush was in her cheeks and a _Vincent H Whitney ’30 triumphant smile was on her lips. A MY FIRST LUMBERMAN’S HAIRCUT “Well, Bill,” said Sam to me one evening in November, “tomorrow morning we’re going to start early and go to the village for supplies.” “All right,” said I drowsily. The place where we were camping was ten miles from the village and in the thickest of the Canadian woods. As we had hiked the ten miles to the camp, I knew what kind of a walk was ahead of us. New fallen snow would make it even harder going. The next morning I came to my senses when Sam had almost lost his temper trying to get me up. After bacon, eggs and coffee, we put on our snowshoes, slung our packs on our shoulders and were off. The sun was just peering over the snow-covered hill as we started. The fir trees surrounded us all the time and I passed so many they whirled in my head. The monotony of the trudge was broken by signs of rabbits and birds. I was an amateur snowshoer and we, most assuredly, would have made bet¬ ter time had I not put one foot on my other snowshoe every once in a while. Sam had to stop and pick me up. At 10 a. m. we paddled into the sleepy village that had been our destination all morning. The place looked as if there was a celebration going on in the next town and all of the people had gone to it. We had come for provisions so went to the General Store where they sold anything from chewing gum to clothes¬ pins. There was no order about the store. Hanging from the ceiling was a large sign which originally said, “If you don’t see what you want, ask for it,” but the “ask” was crossed out and “hunt” substituted, so that it read, “If you don’t see what you want, hunt for it.” After Sam had purchased all he wanted, he decided that we needed haircuts. Of course we didn’t have to go out of the building but just walk into another room. Here were two barber chairs, but only one looked to be used. The other was frightfully untidy. On the wall were old-fashioned pic¬ tures of Napoleon, and George Wash¬ ington. Under Napoleon were the words, “Be Brave Like Napoleon,” and under George Washington the words, “ Have Courage.” I wondered w T hy those pictures should be there, facing the customer. The barber was an old cross-eyed miser w r ho would give all the men a haldy haircut if he could sell the hair for mattresses. He was just finishing a haircut w T hen we arrived. As the man stepped from the chair, I thought, “If he put on a dog-collar he would look just like a chow-dog.” I said to Sam, “This is no place for me.” “Why,” asked he, “what is the matter?” “My mother will be up next week and I want her to know me.” Sam said I’d have to get my hair cut somewhere and this w r as the only barber-shop in the village, meaning that I must leave my locks here. I finally cleared my throat, strengthened my backbone, and bravely said, “All right.” For the next hour I suffered as I have never suffered before. The scis¬ sors were homemade,—they felt it. The clippers were a mail-order pair which he sharpened every six months; they felt it, also. I know now why those THE PIONEER PAGE THIRTEEN pictures of Napoleon and Washington and the sayings were on the wall. In¬ stead of saying “I’m sorry,” when the clippers pulled, the barber would say, “That’s nothin’ to what I done to so- and-so,” or “Ya oughta see Pete Heally.” Well, when I got out of that chair I took a look in the mirror. I looked like a newly killed duck after an ama¬ teur had tried to pick him. I was so mad I walked the length of the village five times before Sam came out. He looked so bald-pated that I laughed myself into good humor. Of course he had had haircuts here before so he knew what to expect. As for me, I’d rather let my hair grow long and put it up on curlers than go through that torture even once in three months. —Walter Ingalls. ZINZINDORF One night about dusk several years ago I was motoring along the Cape to visit a friend, but decided that I couldn’t make his home before dark, and as I went through a little town I noticed a low, weatherbeaten house with a long sloping roof which re¬ minded me of an old-fashioned tavern so I drove into the yard. I then pro¬ ceeded to the front door and knocked with the curious hand wrought knocker. The door was opened and I stepped inside. The room was low studded with wooden beams and I at once perceived that it must be an old tavern. The person who opened the door was about my height but much older and a little stout. He had a black mous¬ tache and twinkling gray eyes. I said to him, “Can you put me up here for the night?” “Oh yes,” he said, “this is no longer a tavern as it used to be but I have room for you. Have you eaten?” When I replied in the negative he brought out a very good supper and set it on the other side of the room by the large, stone fireplace with a wide hearth. He gave me a chair on the hearth and, as it was in the fall, he brought out some cider and also some chestnuts which we roasted before the fire. After I had finished my supper, we sat there drinking cider and eating chestnuts. The cider seemed to make my host want to talk and as he got more of it he talked more. I learned that the tavern w T as quite old, dating back to 1723, when an ancestor had come over from England and built it. Just why it was built on the Cape I didn’t learn. In time a large family had grown up and in each generation the tavern had been passed on to the oldest son until my host got it. But he was the last of the family around there as the others had died or moved away. Here he took another glass of cider and told me of his youth. “When I was a young man of nine¬ teen years, my father sent me to Lon¬ don. My education had not been neglected before I left and I knew considerable book learning and also was a good fencer, for my father had said that it was the custom in London to settle disputes with a duel. I had a wonderful time in London, living with some of father’s friends. One day I had a very curious experience. I was walking along the street when a lady in front of me dropped her handkerchief. I stooped to pick it up and at the same moment a dashing, young Pole stooped also. I had hold of it first but he tried to take it from me. I firmly removed his hand and returned the handkerchief to the lady. After she had passed by the young Pole drew himself up and said, “Count Zinzindorf, at your service. I will meet you just outside the city at 3 o’clock and settle this matter.” “Very well,” sez I, “pistols at thirty paces.” Again my host refilled and emptied PAGE FOURTEEN THE PIONEER his glass and broke forth volubly. “So being in London, I became engaged in a duel and it proved unfortunate for the other man ;—I killed him. When I had finished this matter I went into a tavern to get a drink and sat down near another man. ‘I killed a man,’ sez I. ‘What was his name?’ sez he. ‘Zinzindorf was his name,’ sez I. ‘Zinzindorf, that was my brother. We must fight,’ sez he. Another drink on the part of my host and a fresh burst of words. “So being in London I became engaged in a duel, and it proved unfortunate for the other man;—I killed him. When I had finished this matter I went into a tavern to get a drink and sat down beside another man. ‘I killed a man,’ sez I. ‘What was his name?’ sez he. ‘Zinzindorf was his name,’ sez I. ‘That was my brother,’ sez he. ‘Then we must fight,’ sez I. ‘Yes, we must fight,’ sez he. “So being in London I became en¬ gaged in a duel and it proved unfor¬ tunate for the other man;—I killed him.” At this point I began to suspect myself of being the victim of a joke and yawned wide and loudly. That made my host awake himself out of a seeming composure from which I suspect he had been watching me closely to see how much I believed. He arose and said, “I see you are tired and I will show you to your room.” It was a nice room and I slept well. In the morning I looked for my host to thank him for his hospitality but he was not to be found and leaving some money to pay for my food and shelter I set out, regretting that I could not find out how many brothers Zinzindorf had. -T. C. J. JJ © I M UP The school publication is the strong¬ est surviving member of the three great mediums through which students of New England have expressed for many years their individuality un¬ hampered by the necessary set ob¬ jectives of regular school work. The other two, the debate and public speaking, though older in their origin, have not kept apace. Public speaking and the debate are somewhat more limited in regard to the number of students who can participate. The school publication, however, has a wide range, ever-changing opportunities, and diversification of interests which fits it to the needs of many pupils in the secondary schools. Not only is the publication a stimulus to the vital English work, but it is often, as in the case of the Pioneer, the training field for future writers, editors and publi¬ cation managers. The Pioneer has a long, proud list of graduates of the Reading High School who, because of their efforts in behalf of the school paper, developed their talents to such an extent that they were eagerly sought for by the publications of the various colleges to which they went. Many others have found that their efforts in behalf of the Pioneer have borne fruit in the form of opportunities later in life in connection with commercial publications. The Pioneer, its very name rings true, is typical of the American spirit. How fortunate that the originators of the paper chose such a dignified name rather than some flippant, jazzy name too often found on school papers. In order that the paper may continue its useful and dignified career it is neces¬ sary that the three important factors which make it possible to have a school paper function properly be properly THE PIONEER PAGE FIFTEEN maintained. The first of these factors is an adult member of the school who is capable and willing to assume the responsibilities in directing the project as advisor, who must hold the contri¬ butions to a worthy standard attain¬ ment, must censor the material pre¬ sented so that the value of the paper to the English work of the school will not be lost, and so that the school morale may not be impaired. Our pres¬ ent advisor has considerable tact and rare skill in the matter of maintain¬ ing standards without suppressing the originality and spontaneity of the con¬ tributions. The second factor, the staff proper, must be composed of competent and responsible students and managing editor, business manager and assis¬ tants, who are able and willing to co-operate closely with the faculty advisor. In this respect the 1927-28 Pioneer staff is indeed a fortunate choice. The third factor, a sympathetic and interested student body, has never been wanting in the past. It is necessary that the student body maintain a de¬ gree of sustained effort and interest in order that the paper may be not only financially successful but also that the morale of the staff may not suffer. The school spirit, pride and loyalty all demand that the present student body give the same hearty sup¬ port to the paper that past classes have given it. Do not only give of your money in order that you may re¬ ceive your quarterly copy of the Pioneer, but give of your time. Every one should and can support the paper financially, and all should try to con¬ tribute. 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Start a Savings Bank Account How Mechanics Savings Bank 195 Main Street Reading, Mass. Our Advertisers are our main support, patronize them 6$ 1 I 1 2 NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY SCHOOLS OF Business Administration and Engineering Four Year Professional Courses in Business Management Accounting and Finance Civil Engineering Mechanical Eigineering Electrical Engineering Chemical Engineering Administrative Engineering Leading to the Bachelor’s Degree THE COOPERATIVE PLAN Alternate study in college and practice in the industries under supervision affords the student an opportunity to earn a considerable part of his college ex¬ penses. REGISTRATION Students admitted to the Freshman Class in September or January may be ready for the Sophomore work before the following September. CATALOG AND INFORMATION SENT UPON REQUEST MILTON J. SCHLAGENHAUF, Director of Admissions NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY, 316 Huntington Avenue, Boston, Mass. .1 WINDIN ' - ' ' 0 . INC. LIBR ' oy OntM 5 198 MEDFORD,