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

Text from Pages 1 - 184 of the 1932 volume:

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If-: t - • • ‘ � 1 • • • . • . ’,!••• ‘ , I t . ■ y .• ' ■� ' y ..... • ' ‘ ’ . • ' • ' • ■ . .. � .-• � • . w ( y i. ‘ k ' ' . • r t ■ ■ ' . •� t j . .. • • • • • f J r I ‘ ‘ ■ i-f — READING PUBLIC LIBRARY RF APING. MASSAD THE PIONEER READING HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION NUMBER JUNE 1932 DEDICATION This issue we sincerely dedicate to two of the faculty who have generously spent their time and given their services in making it possible to publish the Pioneer this year under such adverse con¬ ditions—Miss Helen England and Mr. Luke Halpin. READING PUBLIC LIBRARY READING, MASSACHUSETTS Editor-in-chief ROBERT T. COOLIDCE ’32 Associate Editors ROSS E. CHAPIN ’32 MABEL CROWE ’32 CELIA KINSLEY ’32 Assistant Editors RUTH CHEYNE ’32 HERMAN CREIGER ’33 LAWRENCE EMERY ’32 MARY RILEY ’32 GEORGE SAILOR ’32 RUTH SCHOLZ ’33 Art Editors MARIE BEAUDRY ’32 ARLINE NICHOLSON ’32 Business Monagers CLARK ROBINSON ’33 ROBERT STEWART ’32 Typists CORA PITMAN ’32 SHIRLEY SOUTH WICK ’32 Faculty Advisers MISS HELEN M. ENGLAND MISS FRANCES CREENHALCH MR. LUKE HALPIN MR. HERMON T. WHEELER Special credit is due to our advertising managers, Robert Stewart and Clark Robinson, for their splendid work during a difficult business year. EDITORIAL Seniors, we have at last attained the strived for goal of our youth. Commencement. This goal might be rep¬ resented as being similar to the first important port a navigator has reached after a fairly long and difficult journey . His arrival at that place brings great satisfac¬ tion and relief; his goods bring him wealth. We have learned many things about this world through study and experience; and what is a more precious cargo than Knowledge! We have not been entirely without storms and high seas, but the problems we solve now will teach us to be able to weather any troubles that may blow up in the future. During this time we have formed our habits and tendencies; we have learned what a great part of the game Friendship will play, what real competition means, and how we ought to treat those with whom we come in contact. Without school we should not be able to learn the fine points in the art of getting along, and f u that reason it is hard to leave our home of early 1 arning. Graduation is a shock; before one realizes, his life-long group of friends is broken up. That is the unplea a:it part of graduation. In leaving school, however, there is too a certain fascination. We shall soon be able to work to mak ■ our dreams materialize; there are many new things to be done, new worlds to explore and sometime to conquer. We, the young and rising generation, are looked to, to help our country out of the difficult problems which try to ensnare it. On us there is placed the responsibility and hope of the world. And so, class of “32,” with these words, the Pioneer wishes you in your life to come, all happiness and suc¬ cess. R. E. C. ’32 CLASS OFFICERS Kenneth Latham President “Ken” College Course Future: Gordon College Ambition: Minister or Politics Activities: Baseball, 3; Track, 2, 3, 4; Hi-Y Club; Sopho¬ more Hop Committee; Junior Prom Committee; Junior- Senior Reception; Pioneer Board, 2, 3, 4; Public Speak¬ ing, 4; Senior Play; Torch Oration; Ivy Day Orator. “He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one. Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading.” Ruth Pomfret Vice-President “Ginger” Secretarial Course Future: Art School Ambition: To be an artist Activities: Secretary Athletic Association, 4; Junior Woman’s Club; Senior Dance Committee; Class Election Committee; Public Speaking, 4. “She is pretty to walk with, and witty to talk with, and pleasant, too, to think upon.” Arline Nicholson Secretary “Nick” Fine Arts Course Future: Designer’s Art School Ambition: Commercial Artist Activities: I ennis, 3; Junior Prom Committee; Senior Play Committee; “Epidemic,” 4; Pioneer Board, 3, 4; Chair¬ man Class Motto Committee. Special Salutatory Honors . h ine art is that in which the hand, the head, and the heart go together.” Ross Chapin Treasurer College Course Future: Massachusetts Slate College Ambition: Landscape Gardener Activities: Class Basketball, 4; Track, 4; Hi-Y Club; Sophomore Flop Committee; Junior Prom Committee; Senior Dance Committee; Junior-Senior Reception Com¬ mittee; Assistant Editor Pioneer; Pioneer Board, 2, 3, 4; “Epidemic,” 4; Vice President Athletic Association, 4. “ Why, then, the world is mine oyster, which l with sword will open.” CLASS ADVISERS Mr. Rudolf Sussmann Miss Clarissa Brown SENIOR CLASS Ruth Ainsworth “Ainsi” Secretarial Course Future: Secretarial School Ambition: To travel Activities: Operetta, 2: Glee Club; Junior Women’s Club; Costume Committee Senior Play. “As the bright sun glorifies the skies, So is her face illumined with her eyes. Alice Lydia Arsenault “A! Secretarial Course Future: Office work; secretary Ambition: To travel Activities: Junior Women’s Club; Glee Club. “ She’s a winsome wee thing. She’s a handsome wee thing. She’s a bonny wee thing.” Grace E. Atkinson “Gregg” Practical Arts Course Future: Train for nurse at Win¬ chester Ambition: To be successful Activities: Basketball, 2, 3; Glee Club, 4; Operetta, 2; Band and Orchestra. “Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, Nor winter in thy year.” Lawrence Babine “Laurie” Practical Arts Course Ambition: To be a master artist-etcher Activities: Football, 3, 4; Baseball, 3, 4; Pioneer Cover Designer, 2; Public Speaking, 4. “He only is a well made man who has a good determina¬ tion.” Marie Beaudry Fine Arts Course Future: Mass. School of Art Ambition: To be an artist Activities: Basketball, 3, 4; Tennis, 4. “The artist can express everything.” Robert Bemister “Bend” College Course Future: A Southern college or Harvard School of Business Administration. Ambition: A naval officer Activities: Varsity manager of Football and Track, 4;A. A. Dance Committee. “Large was his bounty and his soul sincere.” Ruth Berglund Secretarial Course “Thought is deeper than all speech; feeling deeper than all thought.” Francis Bowers “Tran” “Bung” Accounting Course Ambition: Big business man Activities: Football, Basketball, Track, 2, 3, 4; Hi-Y President. “He was the best man in the field.” SENIOR CLASS Peggy S. Brady “Peg” Normal Course Future: to study voice Ambition: A successful singer Activities: Operetta, 2; Sophomore Hop Committee; Jun¬ ior Woman’s Club; Usher Junior-Senior Reception, 3; A. A. Collector, 4; Glee Club; Senior Play Candy Com¬ mittee. “As sweet and musical as bright Apollo ' s lute. Thelma Brenton “Tub College Course Future: Miss Pierce’s Secretarial School Ambition: Private Secretary Activities: Basketball, 3, 4; Tennis, 4; Glee Club, 2, 3; Operetta, 2; Junior Prom Committee. “She was made for happy thoughts , For playful wit and laughter. George Brown “ Brownie ” Normal Course Activities: Baseball, 3, 4. “To live is to enjoy one ' s self. Warren Burt “Swanee” Practical Arts Course Ambition: Captain in the Merchant Marine Activities: Class Football, 3; Class Basketball, 4; Senior Play, 4. “I awoke one morning to find myself famous. Nora Carney Combined Commercial Course Ambition: To be a private secretary Activities: Basketball, 3, 4; Tennis, 4; Glee Club, 2, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4. “A little nonsense now and then. Is relished by the best of men. Audrey Carter “Babe Commercial Course Future: Private secretary Ambition: Owner of tea room, aviatrix Activities: Junior Woman’s Club, 2, 3. “Softly speak and sweetly smile. Herbert Carter “Herb Practical Arts Course Ambition: Aviation “A brainy fellow we ll all agree, A notable fellow he’s to be. James Carter “Jim Practical Arts Course Ambition: Airplane assembler “A fool may talk; a wise man speaks. SENIOR CLASS Niles Carter “ Junie ” Combined Commercial Course Ambition: Radio telegraph work on boat Activities: Track, 3, 4; Senior Play. “His best companions are Innocence and Health. ' ' Elizabeth Chase “Lib Secretarial Course Future: Secretarial School Ambition: Secretary or nurse Activities: Basketball, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 2; Senior Play Committee; A. A. Collector, 4. “I ' ll not budge an inch. Ruth Cheyne “ Cheynie ” College Course Ambition: To travel Activities: Junior Woman’s Club, 2, 3, 4; Sophomore Hop Committee; Ring Committee, 3; Pioneer Collector, 4; Secretary of Sophomore Class; Class History Committee. “She doeth little kindnesses. Which others leave undone, or despise. June E. Clark Secretarial Course Future: Physical Training School Ambition: Physical training teacher Activities: Basketball, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 2. “She that was ever fair and never proud. Had tongue at will and yet was never loud. Ruth J. Connor “ Connie Practical Arts Course Future: Nursing at Winchester Ambition: A success Activities: Orchestra, 2, 3, 4; Band, 4; Glee Club, 4; Jun¬ ior Woman’s Club. “Is she not passing fairy Bettina Cook “Betty � College Course Future: Lasell Seminary Ambition: Private secretary Activities: Ring Committee, 3; Public Speaking, 4; Senior Play Committee; Junior Woman’s Club; A. A. Collector; Class History Committee. “Thoughtful, sincere, and true is she. With her sweet, serious dignity. Louise T. Cook “ Cookie ” Fine Arts Course Future: Lasell Seminary Ambition: To travel Activities: Sophomore Hop Committee; Prom Committee, 3; Orchestra, 2, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 2, 3, 4; Sen¬ ior Play Committee; Senior Dance Committee. “Thou art a scholar of music. Robert Tilton Cgdlidge “Bcb” College Course Future: Tufts College Ambition: Architect Activities: Operetta, 2; Hop Committee, 2; Public Speak¬ ing, 2; Orchestra, 2, 3; Prom Committee, 3; Senior Re¬ ception Committee, 3; Christmas Play, 3; Band, 3, 4; Double Quartet, 4; Hi-Y, 4; Senior Play, 4; “Epidemic,” 4; Pioneer Board, 2, 3, 4; Executive Committee, 4; Class Honors. ' I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other man.” SENIOR CLASS Harold Coron “Hal” General Course Future: Wentworth Institute Ambition: Good trumpet player Activities: Track, 2; Band, 3, 4; Orchestra, 3, 4. “Contentment is the best j or tune.” Dorothy Crerie “Dot” College Course Future: Secretarial School Ambition: Private secretary Activities: Hockey, 3; Picture Committee, 4; Glee Club; Orchestra; Banquet Committee Chairman. “A town that boasts of inhabitants like me Can have no lack of good society.” Dorothy Crosby “Dot” College Course Future: Business School Ambition: Successful business woman Activities: Basketball, 2; Tennis, 3; Glee Club, 2, 3, 4; Operetta, 2; Pioneer Board, 2, 3, 4; Hop Committee, 2; Prom Committee, 3; Senior Reception, 3; Dance Com¬ mittee, 4; Usher at Graduation, 3; Junior Woman’s Club, 2, 3, 4; Class Will Committee. “Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax.” Mabel Crowe Classical Course Future: Simmons College Ambition: Nurse Activities: Glee Club, 2; Prom Committee, 3; Senior Re¬ ception Committee, 3; Pioneer Collector, 4; Senior Play Ticket Committee; Class Prophecy Committee. “A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance.” Helen Curtis Combined Commercial Course Future: Secretarial Work Ambition: Private Secretary Activities: Glee Club, 2, 3, 4; Double Quartet, 4; Senior Play Ticket Committee. “Naive and winning in speech, smile, and manner.” Mary Curtis “Mi” “Billie ” Combined Commercial Course Future: Business College Ambition: Successful Canning instructor Activities: Operetta, 2; Glee Club. “Friendly, courteous, and chummy.” Thomas Cullinane “Tom” College Course Ambition: To be successful Activities: Football, Basketball, Baseball, 2, 3, 4; Senior Play Property Committee; Hi-Y. “All things come round about to him who will but wait.” Vinceni L. Delong “Vinnie” Practical Arts Course Ambition: To become a printer “Men of few words are the best men. ' SENIOR CLASS Logan Rockwell Dickie “ Dadums ” Practical Arts Course Future: Prep School, Amherst Ambition: Farmer Activities: Hockey; Football, 4. Let the farmer he forever honored in his calling’ ' Mamie Mabel Doucette “Dolly” Combined Commercial Course Future: Bookkeeper Ambition: Professional dancer Activities: Operetta, 2. “A personality that pleases” Mary Doucette Secretarial Course Ambition: Commercial Artist Sensibility is the power of woman.” Dorothy Eaton “Dot” Secretarial Course Future: Business School Ambition: Secretary Activities: Field Hockey, 2; Tennis, 2; Basketball, 4. “Few things are impossible to diligence and skill.” Eleanor Blanche Eisenhaure “ EAlie” Practical Arts Course Ambition: To he successful “The mildest manner and the gentlest heart.” Lawrence W. Emery “ Shadow” Academic Course Future: University of Maine Ambition: Business Man Activities: Football, 2, 4; Track. 4; Basketball, 2, 4; Base¬ ball, 2, 3; Senior Play Committee; Pioneer Board, 4. Happy am I; from care I am free, Why aren ' t they all contented like me?” Anna Enos Practical Arts Course future: Normal School Ambition: Grade Teacher Activities: Basketball, 2; Glee Club, 2, 3, 7 hy modesty’s a candle to thy merit.” Wendell Esterb erc “Wen” “ Este” Normal Course Future: Mass. State College Ambition: To he successful Activities: Senior Play Ushering Committee. A princelier looking man ne’er slept thro’ a prince ' s hall” SENIOR CLASS Warren A. Fleming College Course Future: Tufts College Ambition: To be a successful engineer Activities: Hi-Y Club; Junior-Senior Reception; Senior Play Ushering Committee; Senior Play. “77 e mirror of all courtesy. Martha Fletcher Combined Commercial Course Future: Secretarial Work Ambition: Private Secretary Activities: Basketball. 2. “Nothing is impossible to industry. ’ Mary Fortune “ Misfortune” College Course Future: College Ambition: To be a writer Activities: Senior Play Candy Committee; Glee Club, 2, ‘ ' Choice word and measured phrase above the reach of any man. William Foye Accounting Course “Bill” Future: Aircraft School Ambition: To fly Transatlantic planes Activities: Basketball, 3, 4; Baseball, 4; Class History Committee. “As a man speaks, so is he.” ‘ F renchie” Future: Special School Francis French Practical Arts Course Ambition: Aviation line Activities: Football, 2; Public Speaking, 3, 4; Senior Play. “One vast substantial smile.” “Ruthie” “Slim Future: Office Work Ruth Albertine Froburg Secretarial Course Ambition: Private Secretary “She’s all that she’s trumped up to be.” Elsie Emilie Gage “Babs” Combined Commercial Course Future: Secretarial Work Ambition: Private Secretary Activities: Pioneer, 3; Secretary of Junior Class. ‘She is a scholar and a good one. ‘Dick’ Future: Tufts College via Cushing Richard I). Gale College Course Academy Activities: Football, 2, 3; Baseball, 2, 4; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Band, 3, 4; Orchestra, 4. “To love the game above the prize. SENIOR CLASS Paul Gerard Accounting Course “Beware of those who are ipiiet ; they spring; surprises. Richard Brooks Goddard “Pick College Course Ambition: To be successful Activities: Football, 2, 4; Hi- Club; “Hang sorrow, care will kill a cat. And therefore let s be merry. Alice Goodwin “Al” Commercial Course Future: Gordon College Ambition: To become a secretary or bookkeeper. “Dependable as the day is long. George Gormlie “ Gorm ' l” Accounting Course Ambition: Airplane Pilot Activities: Class Football, 3; Class Basketball, 4; Senior Play Property Committee. “The star of the unconquered will” Marion Gould Secretarial Course Ambition: Dietician Activities: Tennis, 2; Basketball, 4. “For truth has such a face and mien.” Charles Gowing “ Charlie” Combined Commercial Course Ambition: Banker Activities: Football, 4; Baseball, 4. “ Witty, courteous, liberal, and full of spirit.” Ada M. Griswold “ Griz ” Practical Arts Course Future: Wilfred Academy of Hairdressing. Ambition: To be successful “Loyal friend and jolly companion. Miriam Hazelton Normal Course Ambition: Dramatics Activities: Orchestra, 2, 3, 4; Sophomore Hop Committee; Junior Prom Committee; Senior Play; Public Speaking, 2, 3. Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.” SENIOR CLASS Raymond Heselton “Ray” College Course Future: Bentley School of Accounting Activities: Track, 3; Hi-Y; Orchestra, 2, 3, 4; Band, 3, 4; Junior-Senior Reception Committee; Senior Dance Com¬ mittee; A. A. Collector, 4; Chairman Ivy Day Committee. “It is our actual work which determines our merit.” Charles Hilts “ Charlie” College Course Future: Embalming School Ambition: Embalmer Activities: Football, 2, 3, 4; Baseball, 3; Track, 4; Public Speaking, 3, 4. “A concoction of likeableness and dependability molded to¬ gether with a smile.” Carl Holden Agricultural Course Future: Greenhouse Work ' r Ambition: Landscape gardener “ There’s mischief in this man. Gwendolyn Hunter “Peggie” Secretarial Course Future: Normal School Activities: Operetta, 2; Tennis, 3. “H ' er voice was sweet and low; an excellent thing in a woman.” Norman Ralph Hurd “Tomar” Combined Commercial Course “Industry is a loadstone to draw all good things.” Anna Hurley “Ann” Business Course Future: School for Journalists Ambition: Newspaper reporter Activities: Operetta, 2; Basketball, 2; Tennis, 3, 4 . “Peppy, snappy, happy-go-lucky.” Barbara Wilkins Ives “Barb” College Course Future: College Ambition: To travel Activities: Sophomore Hop Committee; Junior Prom Com¬ mittee; Senior Play Program Committee; Executive Committee, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 2, 3, 4; Drum Major of Band, 4. “Divinely tall and most divinely fair.” Kenneth Ivester “Ken” Accounting Course Future: Business College Ambition: Manager of a Federal Reserve Bank Activities: Senior Play Ticket Committee. “Quiet and reserve make him an impenetrable mystery.” SENIOR CLASS Barbara Jewett Classical Course Activities: Pioneer, 2, 3; Senior Play Committee. “Exceedingly well read. Celia Kinsley Classical Course Future: College Ambition: Linguist and Traveler Activities: Pioneer Board, 2, 3, 4; “Epidemic,’ 4; Junior Woman ’s Club, 2, 3, 4; Usher at Graduation, 3; Class President, 3; Senior Play Choosing Committee, 4; Senior Play Ticket and Candy Committees, 4; Class Elections Committee, 4; Salutatorian. “Knowledge is like money: the more a man gets, the more he craves .” Lawrence Dennison Kinsley “Larry” Scientific Course Future: Engineering School Ambition: Chemical Engineer Activities: Football, 2, 3; Sophomore Hop Committee, 2: Senior Play Properties Committee; lli-Y Club; A. A. Collector, 4; Class Prophecy Committee. “1 will value science, none will prize it more. ' Alice Leach “Al” Secretarial Course Future: Physical Education School Ambition: Physical training instructor Activities: Basketball, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 4. “I would help others, out of a fellow feeling .” Robert Legc “Boh” College Course Future: University of Maine Activities: Senior Play Publicity and Ushers’ Committee; Hi-Y. “A great devotee of the Go spel of Getting On.” Gardiner Lester Agricultural Course Future: New York State Ranger School Ambition: A surveyor “A smile as forceful as that of Old Sol.” Elizabeth Arlene Lewis Secretarial Course Future: Business School Ambition: To become a secretary Activities: Junior Woman’s Club, 2; Glee Club, 2. 3. “A good heart is better than all the heads in the world. ' ' Mary Lewis “Freckles” Secretarial Course Future: Wilbur Studio Beauty Culture Ambition: Beauty Expert Activities: Basketball, 2, 3; Operetta, 2; Junior Woman’s Club; Glee Club, 2, 3, 4. “A lively, cheery sprite. ' SENIOR CLASS Hilda MacIntyre “ Kid” Secretarial Course Future: Stock girl in Dennison’s Ambition: Aviatrix Activities: Glee Club. “Gentle speech, delightful personality. Marion Mason “ Fat ” Combined Commercial Course Future: Bryant and Stratton Ambition: Be a foreign buyer Activities: Carnival Committee, 4. “ It’s nice to be natural when one’s naturally nice. Ethel McCoubry • “ Eshie” Secretarial Course Future: Hairdressing “A quiet unassuming personality whose charm lies in her modesty.’’ Phoebe Mercer “ Phoeb ” Secretarial Course Future: Secretary Ambition: To be successful Activities: Junior Woman’s Club; Glee Club, 3, 4; Senior Play Costume Committee; Senior Fashion Show; Banquet Committee. “Laugh and the world laughs with you.” Henry Merritt “Fat” Normal Course Future: Work and school later Ambition: To be successful Activities: Football, 2, 3, 4; Baseball, 3; Class Baseball, 4; Usher at Senior Play. “Wholesome as the air, cheerful as the light.” Nina Priscilla Metcalf “Prissy” Practical Art Course Future: Miss Lesley’s School of Domestic Science Ambition: To be successful “Good housekeeping lies at the root of all the real ease ami satisfaction in existence.” Joseph Mills “ Joe ” Accounting Course Ambition: Radio announcer Activities: Senior Play Properties Committee; Football, 3, 4; Class Basketball, 3, 4; Baseball, 3. “Sports are the most excellent device with which to test a man’s character.’” Verna Mitchell “Bill” Secretarial Course Future: Interior decorator or clothes designer Ambition: Model clothes Activities: Sophomore Hop Committee; Operetta cos¬ tumes; Junior Woman’s Club; Senior Play costumes; Senior Dance Decoration Committee; Glee Club. “ Oh, you flavour everything, you are the vanilla of society.” SENIOR CLASS Edith Mussells “Edie “Connie College Course Future: Radcliffe Activities: Cheer leader; Program announcer; Senior Play Committee. “Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. ' Clinton Newell “Bud College Course Future: College Activities: Basketball, 3, 4; Track, 3; Senior Play. “A lord of large experience Luman Nutter “Lud Normal Course Future: Mass. Nautical School Ambition : To be an officer in the Merchant Marine Activities: Football, 3, 4; Senior Play. “He was six foot o ' man, A-l, clear grit and human nature. Mary O ' Keefe Combined Commercial Course Future: Secretarial work Ambition: Secretary Activities: Glee Club, 2, 3, 4; Senior Play Candy Com¬ mittee. “The modern majesty insists on work. ' ' Edward Petkewich “Ed Accounting Course Future: Boston University School of Business Administration Ambition: Success in business Activities: Pioneer, 3, 4; “Epidemic; Hi-Y; Public Speaking, 4; Senior Play Committee. “True as the needle to the pole, or as the dial tu the sun. Lenna Phipps Secretarial Course Future: Private secretary Ambition: To travel and write Activities: Sophomore Hop Committee; Junior Prom Com¬ mittee; Senior Play Ticket Committee. “Full of sweet indifference. Cora Pitman “ Fitly ” Combined Commercial Course Future: Business School Ambition: To be a private secretary and to travel Activities: Pioneer, 4; Senior Play Candy Committee; Junior Woman’s Club, 3. “Rich in saving common sense. Effie Poole “ F Normal Course Future: Art School Activities: Operetta, 2; Senior Play Committee. Her fancy lost in pleasant dreams. ' ' SENIOR CLASS Evelyn Rand “Ev” College Course Future: College Ambition: To be a social secretary Activities: Junior Woman ' s Club; Operetta, 2; Senior Play Program Committee. “You are made for enjoyment, and the world is full of many things you will enjoy.” Walter Reynolds Accounting Course Future: Business manager or salesman Activities: Class football, 4. “Carefree, the way we ' d all like to be” Gerald Richards “Jerry” Normal Course Future: Prep School Ambition: To be financially independent Activities: Baseball, 2, 3, 4; Football, 2, 3, 4; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Hop Committee, 2; Prom Committee, 3; Senior Dance Committee, 4; Hi-Y, 4; Public Speaking, 2, 3; Treasurer of Sophomore Class; President of A. A., 4; Usher at Senior Play. “None but himself can be his parallel.” Priscilla Richman Normal Course Future: Burdett College Activities: Tennis; Operetta, 2; A. A. Collector, 4. “As merry as the day is long.” Lillian Richmond “Lil” Combined Commercial Course Ambition: To be a private secretary “The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.” George Ricker “Kicker” College Course Future: University of Maine Ambition: To be an engineer Activities: Football, 3, 4; Class Basketball, 4; Usher at Senior Play. “A friendly smile and a friendly way.” Mary Riley Combined Commercial Course Future: Burdett College Ambition: To be a business woman Activities: Field hockey, 2, 3; Basketball, 2, 3; Glee Club, 2, 3, 4; Double Quartet, 4; Senior Play Dress Rehearsal Committee; Valedictorian. “Wearing all that weight of learning lightly like a flower.” Louise Roxbee “ Snookie ” Commercial Course Future: Burdett College Ambition: To travel Activities: Basketball. 3, 4; Tennis, 4; Senior Play Child¬ ren’s Performance Committee, 4; A. A. Collector, 4. We meet thee like a pleasant thought. SENIOR CLASS George Sailor “ Porgc College Course Future: College Ambition: Doctor Activities: Hand and Orchestra, 3, 4; Pioneer, 2, 3, 4; Baseball, 2, 4; Senior Reception Committee, 3; Junior Prom Committee, 3; Hi-Y; “Epidemic. “Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling. Edward Schulz “ Ed Comprehensive Course Future: College Ambition: Multi-millionaire “Nods and becks and wreathed smiles. ' ' Gennaro Paul Scollo “Jun” Combined Commercial Course Future: Accountant Ambition: Accountant and business work “I am as sober as a judge. Jeanne Shay “Hugs Fine Arts Course Future: Mass. School of Art Amoition: leach art Activities; A. A Collector, 4; Tennis, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4; Senior Play; Junior Senior Recep¬ tion Committee, 3; Senior Dance Committee. “On the stage she was natural, simple, affecting. Mildred Florence Sias “Mil Combined Commercial Course Ambition: Designer of gowns Activities: Basketball; Senior Play. “The will and the ability to do. John Sidelinger “Johnnie College Course Future: College Ambition: Engineer Activities: A. A. Collector; Football, 3, 4; Class Basket¬ ball, 1; Senior Play; Class Prophecy Committee. “And since I never dared to write as funny as I can. Thelma Skidmore “Skiddy Secretarial Course Ambition: To travel “Such a charming, graceful, laughing bit of feminity. Philip Small “Phil College Course Future: Aviation Ambition: Own an airport Hoys will be boys. ' SENIOR CLASS Shirley South wick Combined Commercial Course Future: Secretarial wo rk Ambition: To be a private secretary Activities: Pioneer, 2, 3, 4; Basketball, 4; Tennis. “And mistress oj herself though China fall.” Lawrence Stephenson “Steve” Combined Commercial Course Ambition: Accountant “Whose depth has not yet been fathomed.” Robert E. Stewart “Stewie” College Course Future: Post graduate Ambition: To be a successful scientific farmer. Activities: Assistant Manager of Basketball, 3; Manager of Basketball. 4; Publicity Committee of Senior Play; Pioneer, 2, 3, 4. “Good things come in small packages.” Patricia Sussmann “Pat” College Course Future: Radcliffe Ambition: Actress Activities: Operetta, 2; Usher at graduation, 3; A. A. Col¬ lector, 4; Senior Play; Faculty Honors. “All the world’s a stage” Albert M. Taber “Al” “Shorty” College Course Future: School for newspaper work Ambition: To be a successful journalist. Activities: “Epidemic; Class Will Committee. “Tall, handsome, and full of fun; He makes friends with everyone.” Helen Tibbetts “Sunny” Normal Course Future: Burdett College Ambition: Stenographer Activities: Tennis, 4; Operetta, 2: A. A. Collector, 4. “Happiness, gayety, worth. There’s all in her joyous mirth.” Leighton Wallace “height” Accounting Course Future: Aviation School Ambition: To be an aviator Activities: Baseball, 2, 3, 4; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Football, 2 . “A ready smile, an able brain, a mighty good fellow to call a friend.” Donald Wescott “Professor” Accounting Course Future: Study to become a bacteriolo¬ gist or biological scientist. Ambition: Successful Bacteriologist. “He wears an honest face.” SENIOR CLASS Myrtle Whicker 1 urtle Combined Commercial Course Future: Stenographer Ambition : To be a success Activities: Basketball, 3. “A delicate, attractive, dainty little figure. Ruth Zanni Practical Arts Course Ambition: Nursing “Gentle though retiring. Woodrow Cutcliffe “Sub College Course Activities: Basketball, 4; Hi-Y; Orchestra, Band, 2, 3, 4. “Another way of spelling success is application Kenneth Horton “ken Scientific Course Future: I ufts College Ambition: Engineer Activities: Basketball, 4. “Concentration alone conquers.” Bernard Callan Bernie Practical Arts Course Ambition: Civil Engineer “ ‘ Bernie ’ never boasts. For that alone he gets our toast. Charlton P. Conrey “ Charlie Practical Arts Course Future: College of Engineers Ambition: Civil Engineer “Not an unproductive mind; Merely thoughtful quiescence Harold Doucette “ Shaver” Commercial Course Future: Business School Activities: Hi-Y, 4; “Epidemic.” “A drop of ink may make a million think.” Eleanor Holmes “ Ellie” Combined Commercial Course Future: Stenographer Ambition: Private Secretary Activities: Basketball, 2; Glee Club, 2; Senior Dance Publicity. Bound for success she seems.” SENIOR CLASS Robert Howard Agriculture Course Ainbition: To be successful ‘7 le shall desire, and he shall find the best of his desires.” Future: Dairy farmer Leonard Hubbard Practical Arts Course Ambition: Printer Activities: Football, 3, 4. “Never worry worry, till worry worries you. 66 55 Lenny Henry Murphy General Course Ambition: History Teacher Activities: Operetta, 2; Senior Play Properties Committee; Manager Baseball, 2, 3, 4; Manager of Football, 3, 4; Senior Class Basketball and Baseball; Hi-Y, 4. “A regular fellow.” Robert E. Putnam College Course “Bob” Future: Hard work Activities: Football, 2; Basketball, 2, 3, 4. “The bird is known by his song. The man by his talk.” Stratford Ryland Commercial Course Ambition: Artist “We must laugh before we are happy, for fear we die before we laugh at all.” Betty Wilcox College Course Activities: Vice President of Sophomore Class, Prom Com¬ mittee, Ring Committee, 3; Junior Woman’s Club Vice President, 3. “To those who know thee not no words can paint. And those who know thee, know all words are faint.” Ethel White Combined Commercial Course Future: Secretarial work Ambition: Private secretary “Loyal, steadfast, and thoughtful “Maddie” Future: Office work Madeline White Combined Commercial Course Ambition: Secretary “Gentle, fair and wise is she.” Hildur Younghans Normal Course Ambition: To do great things “A sunny temper gilds the edges of life’s blackest clouds. JUNIOR CLASS PRESIDENT GERTRUDE MATTHEWS TREASURER- HERMAN CLASS OFFICERS VICE PRESIDENT—GEORGE SKINNER SECRETARY—HERMEANA HOPKINS CREIGER i LASS ADVISOR—MR. LUKE HALPIN ETHEL ANDERSON ROSALIND ARTHUR DOROTHY BACHELLER JOSEPHINE RABINE ELEANOR BIRKMAIER NORMAN BOGLE PAULINE BOSTON JOHN BOWERS VERNON BOWIE ALICE BOYCE RITA BRENNAN STUART BREWER MARJORIE BROWN GORDON CASTINE MARY CANTY JACK CHAPIN PHYLLIS CHAPMAN ALICE CLEMENTS LOUISE CLEMENTS DORIS COMEY ELEANOR CONNELLY OLGA CONTI MARION CROOKER JERE CULLINANE MARIE DAVIES FRED DAY PHILIP DAVIS DORIS DEMARS AUSTIN DOHERTY JOHN DOUCETTE MIRIAM DREW BEULAH EASTMAN THORSTON ENGLUND STANLEY ELLISON LOUIS EMERSON JOHN FARNUM WILLIAM FAULKNER ELIZABETH FOSTER RUTH GAMMONS VIRGINIA GAMMONS RICHARD GASCOIGNE ASHFORD GIBBONS EDWARD GRANT WILLIAM GREENE WILMA HALEY ELIZABETH HARDWICK VIOLA HASTY PAUL HERRICK FLORENCE HICKS MILES HIGGINS BURGESS HODGES CARL HOYT HERMAN HUBBARD EVELYN HUME GEORGE HYDE JOHN KENNEY MARJORIE KENNEY ALLEN KITTREDGE FRANK KNIGHT ALICE LAETSCH RALPH LAKE ARNOLD LANE MURIEL LENFEST RITA LEWIS RUTH LINDQUIST DONALD LINDSAY MARGUERITE LIVINGSTONE HAROLD LUTZ ETHEL MANSFIELD MARY MARCHETTI FLORENCE MARGESON MARION MARR RUTH MATHLESON LOUISE MAYBURY EDNA McINTIRE HARRY MERCHANT FLORENCE METCALF JOHN MILLER MONA MITCHELL MARJORIE MONROE HAROLD MOODY MARGUERITE MOREAU LAWRENCE MORRIS ELEANOR MOYER DONALD NICHOLS MARJORIE NOONAN BETTY OBER JOSEPH O ' KEEFE EARL OLSEN DORIS OLSON FLORENCE OTIS PHILIP PARKER VIRGINIA PARKHURST LESLEE PERKINS FRANCES PERRY ISABELLA PETERS .THOMAS PHILBIN BARBARA PIERCE KENNETH PIKE BENJAMIN PIPER ROBERT POWELL DOROTHY PRATT MARGARET QUINT ROBERTA RALEY MAHLON RICH LEORA RICHARDSON LYMAN RICHARDSON JAMES RICHMOND MARION ROBERTS CLARK ROBINSON ERNEST RODGERS DEAN ROUNDS JAMES SANBORN DANIEL SCOTT ROBERT SHANNON NATHALIE SMITH WILLIAM SPELLMAN HELEN SPINDLER WALTER STICKLAND ETHELDA STREETER BARBARA SULLIVAN HELEN SWAIN DOROTHY SYMONDS SAMUEL SYMONDS CHARLOTTE TAYLOR MORTON TERHUNE ALICE THOMSON DOROTHY WADDELL GEORGE WATSON ROBERT WEBSTER SUMNER WEEKS WALTER WHICKER HAZEL WHITE LAWRENCE WHITE ETHEL WOOD MARION WRIGHT SOPHOMORE CLASS a. ------ - -� - - PRESIDENT LOUISE STICKNEY TREASURER DENNIS AINSWORTH MAXINE AMES ROSE ARSENAULT DOROTHY ARTHUR EARLE RAKER DANIEL BARRETT BERNICE BATTEN DORIS BERGLUND BETTY BOYERS ELEANOR BRENNAN PAULINE BRENTON ELEANOR BROWN LILLIAN BROWN MARJORIE BR WN EDITH BRYDEN DOUGLAS BURHOE CATHERINE BURPEE MABEL BUTTERS CATHERINE CALLAHAN PHYLLIS CALLAN AGNES CARNEY WILLIAM CARNEY HELEN CARROLL CATHERINE CHISHOLM GERTRUDE CHISHOLM ELEANOR CLARK GEORGE COLLEY JAMES CONNELLY RITA CONTI JEANETTE CRAFTS JOHN CURRAN CHARLOTT’E CURRIER GRACE CURTIS ROBERT CURTIS KENNETH CUTCLIFFE ROGER DAVIS RUTH DAVIS SHIRLEY DAY CARLETON DELANEY JOHN DOBBINS ALMA DOIRON MARIE DONE HELEN DONER ARTHUR DOUCETTE RICHARD DOWNS LILLIAN DREW MARGARET DUNN THERESA DUVAL HELEN DYER MARION ENOS WALTER ELLIS GENEVIEVE FAULKNER DORIS FERRY LOIS FLEMING PAUL FORSLIND CLASS OFFICERS VICE PRESIDENT MOLLIE PARKER SECRETARY—JEAN TEMPLE HARVEY KIMBALL CLASS ADVISOR MISS LOIS BRADLEY EMILY FOX DOROTHY FRAUGHTON BETTY GAMMONS ALICE GASCOIGNE MERTON GILL NORMAN GILVEY DONALD GOODWIN CATHERINE GORDON PAYSON GOULD WINONA GRANT SUMNER GREENOUGH URSULA HARRIS GEORGE HARROW FREDERICK HARWOOD ROLAND HATCH JOHN HILL NORMAN HINDS EARL HOBART SIDNEY htODSON DOROTHY HOLDEN HENRY HOLMES JOHN HOLMES CLIFFORD HOLT RICHARD HOYT FRANCES HUBBARD FREDERICK INGALLS KENNETH IVES LILLIAN JEWELL BETTY JEWETT NORMAN JEWETT STANLEY KARPINSKI PRISCILLA KINGMAN MARGUERITE KNIGHT HAROLD LAETSCH EVELYN LANCASTER ALICE LASSELL MARGUERITE LEARY T ' lLLIE LEVINE ALFRED LINDQUIST PAUL MACDONALD THELMA LUTHER MARION MACKENZIE ESTHER MADDEN ROSS MADDEN DONALD MANSELL DORA M ARCHETT1 CLARENCE MARSHALL ERNEST MARSHALL GORDON MAYO CATHERINE McCARTHY JANICE McCLINTOCK CLARA McCLEOD MICHAEL MENTUS EVELYN MEUSE FRANCES MEUSE BETTY MITCHELL ISABELL MORRISON CHARLES NORTON HERBERT OLSEN BARBARA PARKER DOROTHY PARKER MARION PARKER MABELLE PARKIN CHARLES PERRY RUSSELL PEASE RUTH PETERSON ALICE PRATT RICHARD PRESTON CHARLES RALSTON THELMA RALSTON SALLY RECK MARJORIE REED DOROTHEA RIEMER CHARLES RILEY EDNA ROACH JOHN ROBINSON MARY ROBBINS DOROTHY SARGENT RUTH SCHOLZ CHESTER SCHULTZ ELEANOR SEARS HENRY SKANE ALFRED SMITH HAROLD SMITH FLORENCE SPEAR PAUL SPELLMAN FRED STEBER HAZEL STEELE FRANCES STRATTON LEIGH STRUSS THELMA SWEETLAND ALLEN SWEETSER EDWARD TARPIN ELEANOR TEBEAU VIOLA TEBEAU BETTY TOWNE RAY VAN HORNE NATALIE WAITT LIONEL WARR BURTON WARREN MARGARET WEIGMANN CARRIE WESTCOTT EVELYN WHITE HOLLIS WILCOX ALEXANDER WILLIAMSON PAUL WINSHIP WILLIAM WOOD PEARL WORMELL HELEN ZANNI KOOTBALI Rack Row: Mr. Howe, L. Hubbard, E. Peters, T. Cullinane, R. Goddard, S. Symonds, F. Day, Mr. Fitzgerald Middle Row: H. Murphy, F. Ryland, L. Babine, L. White, K. Ives, J. Dukelow, J. Mills, S. Ryland, R. Bemister. Front Row: R. Preston, L. Emery, G. Richards, J. Sidelinger, F. Bowers, L. Nutter, H. Merritt, G. Ricker, J. Miller. BOY’S BASKETBALL TEAM Back Row: L. Wallace, W. Cuteliffe. T. Cullinane, Mr. Howe, R. Stewart. Front Row: S. Symonds, F. Bowers. R. Gale, G. Richards. W. Foye. BOYS’ BASEBALL TEAM Back Row: D. Nichols, D. Barrett, C. Hoyt, P. Forsalind, T. Cullinane, L. Morris, W. Ellis, Mr. Fitzepcerald. Front Row: L. White, D. Preston, J. Miller, G. Richards, J. Cullinane, W. Foye, L. Wallace BAND Fourth Row: Mr. Peck, G. Atkinson, R. Conner, L. Kinsley, L. Emerson, W. W ' hicker. Third Row: G. Sailor, B. Heselton, D. Nichols, G. Colley, G. Skinner, E. Hobart, S. Weeks. Second Row: J. Kenney, R. Shannon, R. Mathieson, H. Coron, A. Lane, M. Rich, A. Kittredtfe. First Row: R. Coolidge, A. Sweetser, R. Pease, M. Davies, B. Ives, M. Done, M. Fortune, E. Mussells, J. Temple. Hark Row: F. G. Nichols, coach, M. Brown B. Sullivan, D. Camay. M. Mitchell, M. Enos, W. Haley, F. Ferry. L. Roxbee, M. Mason. A. Hurley, G. Faulkner, J. E. Turner, coa h. Second Row: C. Callahan, T. Brenton, H. Tibbetts, J. Shay, G. Matthews, W. Grant, B. Hardwick, V. Hasty, N. Cate, M. Brown, L. Perkins, F. Meuse. Front Row: E. Bryden. M. Robbins, A. Thomson, R. Arthur, H. Hopkins, A. Pratt. D. Arthur. A. Gascoigne, E. Meuse, L. Jewell, A. Boyce. M. Munroe. Back Row: M. Gould, J. Clark, H. White, N. Cate, B. Sullivan, D. Com°v, L. Roxbee, W. Haley, M. Parker, A. Clements, F. Otis, M. Lewis, M. Mitchell. Second Row: R. Lewis, A. Laetsch, D. Eaton, M. Brown, A. Doiron. P. Wormell, F. G. Nichols, coach. M. Marchetti, V. Tebeau, E. Tebeau, W. Grant, H. Hopkins. Front Row: E. Bryden, A. Gascoigne, M. Robbins, D. Arthur, A. Leai h, A. Pratt, E. Brown, E. Anderson, F. Stratton. GIRLS’ TENNIS TEAM BASKETBALL Although the Reading High quintet failed to win the Middlesex Title hy the narrow margin of one game, the fact that it was the first to defeat Wakefield, the win¬ ner of the title, attoned for this in some measure. The season was unique in that Reading was able to defeat both Winchester and Wakefield in the second round of the League race; after losing to each in the first game respectively, our team won five victories in the last six games. The second Wakefield game furnished the early fire works, for Reading, after having tasted defeat earlier in the season, and trailing in this particular game at half time 10 -B, came from behind to win a last minute 20-16 victory. The Winchester game was the final upset, where¬ in the favored visiting outfit, with a League tie wi th Wakefield in view, was outplayed and out-fought by a scrapping Reading five. In the season’s lineup was Dick Gale, whose indi¬ vidual effort in scoring 26 points in Reading’s 55-16 win at Belmont, assisted in making the quintet’s high scoring honors in the League with 94 points in 10 games. Our captain, Dick Gale, was named unanimously by the coaches as best forward in the League. Jerry Richards tying with W alden of Stoneham for the all Middlesex forward position, having scored 55 points, achieved the fifth highest scoring position in the League. Fran Bow¬ ers, whose shift from a guard to the center position, made Reading the most feared team in the League and gave him mention on the All-Team at both center and guard, scored 4 8 points and was seventh highest scorer in the League. These three and Bill Foye whose steady guard¬ ing was one reason why Reading had the least season’s points scored against it of any team in the League, have played their last game for R. H. S. Of the brilliant quintet Sam Symonds, an outstand¬ ing, hard-working lower-class man, is the sole survivor for the 1933 season . Others who made their letters were Woodrow Gutdiffe, Leighton Wallace, Robert Putnam, Tom Cullinane, and the manager Robert Stewart. Men to whom Reading may look next year are John Bowers, Alex Williamson, Paul Winship, forwards; Dick Pres¬ ton, Glilford Holt, and Hank Skane, centers; Sumner Weeks. Kenneth Ives, George Colley, guards. l. e. ’32 BASEBALL The baseball season opened this year with only a few new faces, as last year’s team remained intact. Ever present is Gerald Richards, captain, who is seen and ap¬ plauded on the field from September to June. The loss of “Jerr will be only appeased by the fact that he is going to greater and higher rewards. George Brown, Lawrence Morris, Jerry and Tom Cullinane, Carl Hoyt, John Miller, Leighton Wallace, Lawrence Babine, Wil¬ liam Foye. Dick Preston are a few familiar names. Law¬ rence White at his usual position as short stop which he alone can fill is thought by many to have no peer in our league. The newcomers in baseball who will take the place of our graduates next year are Roland Hatch, Paul For- slind, Walter Ellis, Daniel Barrett, names which will be more familiar next year. This season had a poor start but at the midway mark the high school team, showing its real baseball of the year, defeated Stoneham, 3-2, a rival whom Reading has found hard to beat. So, baseball is to be heard from and that in a laudable manner. TRACK This season’s track team has shown some fine pros¬ pects in the last two meets. An interclass track meet was held on May 11 and the Juniors outclassed the Seniors by the close score of 32-30. On Saturday, May 14, a small group of twelve men went over to the Belmont in¬ terscholastics and scored I 6 V 2 points. The track team is composed of the following: Dash men: Fred Day, Kenneth Horton, Jack Farnum, Paul Winship; Half milers: Fran Bowers, William Faulkner, Herman Creiger, and Ross Chapin; High Jumpers: Law¬ rence Emery, Niles Carter, and Vernon Bowie; Shot put¬ ters: Kenneth Latham, Luman Nutter, and Charles Hilts; Milers: George Harrow; Broad jumpers: John Bowers, Jack Farnum, and Paul Winship. There were several meets with Concord, Stoneham, Lexington, and Wake¬ field. l. E. ’32 GIRLS’ ATHLETICS This year proved to be a very successful one for the girls. A great number went out for tennis in the Fall, and prepared for the Spring tournament. There were only two outside games in basketball this year: three interclass games with Stoneham and three with Belmont. The games were victories for the Sophomores and Juniors. The greater part of the sea¬ son was spent in interclass games. In these, however, the Seniors showed their might. A Round Robin tennis tournament was in full swing during the spring. The girls were divided into four sections of ten each. These teams played every other team, making a total of forty-eight games. There seemed to be more than one Helen Wills, this season. In gymnasium, this year, a great deal of stress has been put on correct posture, and at various times during the year, Miss Nichols has had posture tests. In these tests those girls who stood incorrectly were eliminated, and had a chance to discover their faults. Those who had good posture remained until the end of the test. Dancing, apparatus, self-testing activities, and games have also played an important part in the gym periods. Several tap dances have been taught, including a waltz tap, which is advanced, so they say, for high school girls. M. R. ’32 THE BAND AND ORCHESTRA Last fall the Reading High School Band stood for more jeering and raspberries than any other hand in the country. Maybe the members weren t all musicians but they had enough courage to get up and play and make good when the whole crowd was against them. At al¬ most every football game they stood by the team and many people think the band was one of the helping fac¬ tors for the moral support it gave. I he band has not had many engagements to play since the football games, but the) are practicing every Thursday afternoon. Some¬ times only a few report for practice, but there are usu¬ ally about half of the members of the band there each time. There have been many complaints as to the noise, but it is all for a good cause, so please try to refrain from complaining. On Saturday, May 21, the band went to Norwood for some experience with the other bands of the state. They also played for the memorial services on May 30. The Reading High School Orchestra has been prac¬ ticing every week and is improving rapidly. It has had very few ' opportunities to play this year. The main performance at which it played was the Senior Play. Here the group did very well despite the fact that musi¬ cians were imported to help out in the school affair. The orchestra probably will have no more engagements this year but it is the training for next year’s season which is hoped to be a brilliant one. May the members have a successful year. G. s. 32 THE GLEE CLUB This year, the Girl’s Glee Club consists of about thirty-five members, a number which is a great increase over that of last year. Under the supervision of Mr. Peck, the girls have spent the year in the study of various songs. At Christmas time, the club sang three French carols with a technique that showed long practice. A mixed chorus also provided some excellent entertain¬ ment throughout the year. Peggy Brady, Helen Curtis, Dorothy Batchelder, Nora Carney, and Mary Riley formed a quintet, and en¬ tertained at several school affairs, including a lecture given at the Junior High, and an informal party for the teachers. A septet made up by Peggy Brady, Helen Curtis, Doroth) Batchelder, Ruth Mathieson, Patricia Sussmann, Ruth Froburg, and Mary Riley sang over the radio at station BZ in May, and gave the world a thrill. M. R. ’32 JUNIOR WOMAN’S CLUB The Junior Woman ' s Club has completed a most successful and interesting year especially since their pro¬ gram included mail) things other than those scheduled. A Harvest Bridge consisting of seven tables was held in November. In December the annual Christmas part) for eight) poor children took place with several girls providing the entertainment. Miss Anna W all, a young blind girl, spoke to us in January and gave us a demonstration of the Braille sys¬ tem. At a Mother’s Tea in February Mrs. Crowell, the Chairman of Junior Membership in Massachusetts, spoke. In March scrap-books for the North Reading Sanitorium were made, while in April a fashion show was held in the High Schoo 1 Hall. Besides these regular monthly meetings we have taken part in other activities, such as the George W ash- ington Bicentennial Pageant in February held at Sym¬ phony Hall in which five from Reading participated. By request the pageant was repeated on February 21. In May we attended the May Festival at the Y. W.- C. A., where we had the pleasure of hearing Mrs. Grace Morrison Poole. As a climax to a very happy year we enjoyed the week end spent at the New r Ocean House in Swampscott at the convention of the Federation of Women’s Clubs. R. O. C. SECRETARY THE HI-Y The purpose of this organization is to create and maintain throughout the school and community, high standards of Christian character. Last November a group of boys represented the Reading High School at the Boxford Convention of Hi- Clubs. Here they were greatly impressed by what the different clubs throughout this part of Massachusetts were doing. They all were eager for a club, so on November 23rd the first meeting was held during which Francis Bowers was elected president, Warren Fleming secretary, and Edward Petkewich treasurer. This brought the group together, and a few days before Thanksgiving the boys made a drive to collect baskets for the poor fami¬ lies of Reading. It turned out to be a great success with the co-operation of the members of the club, led by Kenneth Latham. From then the Hi-Y Club has met every other week. The December 21st meeting was held at Eaton’s Inn with a fine supper and afterwards an excellent talk on the North Woods by Mr. Howard. On January 4th, the Reading Hi-Y had a joint meet¬ ing with the Melrose chapter at Melrose. This invita¬ tion was met with great enthusiasm, and everyone had a wonderful time. On January 29th, a dance was held in the High School Hall. Although there was not a large crowd present, the club tried to furnish everyone with a good time. To the twelve original members of the Hi-Y twelve new members were brought into the club at the induc¬ tion service. Then a month later six new r members were brought into the club. There are at the present time 16 Seniors, 11 Juniors, 3 Sophomores in the club. T he Reading Hi-Y has had a very successful season for a beginning. We all hope that in future vears to come this club will maintain a high standard and accomplish the things expected of the Hi-Y. c. s. ’32 •V T- -V T T ' T ' ' rV T - T ' T ' T ' ff ' rP T ' f T ' T ' T ' T - T --rT ' ' r ' ’T SENIOR GRADUATION ACTIVITIES -- -� - - - - - - ■ - ■� - SELECTIONS FROM GRADUATION PARTS THE CHALLENGE TO AMERICAN CITIZENS On behalf of the class of 1932, I extend to you all, our parents, teachers, and friends, a cordial welcome. You have helped and guided us through our high school years, and whatever we may have accomplished has been done through your influence and guidance. Yours are the hands which have helped us up this first step in life, and which have prepared us for the greater struggles ahead. This graduation is the culmination of your ef¬ forts on our behalf during these three years. To our teachers, who have worked with us and for us during our years of preparation for the future, we extend our heartfelt thanks and appreciation. You, our parents, who have made sacrifices willingly for our sakes, who have encouraged us and helped us either in smoothing out our difficulties or in making possible our pleasures, know that without your presence on this occasion, we could not be completely happy. Recently there appeared in a current weekly a car¬ toon by Herbert Johnson called the “Triumph of the Underworld.” A woman representing the American public is appealing to organized crime for protection while representatives of the law-enforcing bodies stand helplessly and hesitantly in the background. Looking at this picture, we are impressed by the helplessness of the woman, and the insufficiency of the group of men called lawyers, police, and courts, hut most of all, by the swagger and smug satisfaction of the leering indi¬ vidual called “Organized Crime.” The woman is des¬ perately asking, “Will you protect me?” The gangster is gloatingly smiling as if to say, “Now I have you en¬ tirely in my power.” Does this, indeed, represent the true state of affairs in this country? If so, then it is no wonder that the people of Europe look upon us as a na¬ tion of half-civilized, uncultured, money-mad people, and seem to think that we dare not venture out on the streets at night for fear of hold-up men and kidnapers. Salutatory, Celia Kinsley FOUR TYPES OF PAINTING: AN APPRECIATION The history of art is the record of the change of tastes and ideals of humanity. One style grows out of what has gone before and leads to the one that follows, hut the one that is developed is not necessarily an im¬ provement upon the style that preceded it. Style is simply the reflection cast by race and epoch, and each period produces one particular type . Although there are many ways in which man can express his ideals, painting has been found to be the most beautiful. Art is merely the endeavor of man to imitate God ' s great skill in the adaption of parts and in their adjustment to make the whole. The type of subject is very different in each of the periods, dating from the first paintings which were religious to the modern pictures of landscape and home life. Every great painting must have two qualities, an in¬ teresting conception or idea, and a fine expression of it. These elements are line and color which are controlled by the observance of such principles as rhythm, bal¬ ance, and proportion. Nature contains all the elements to form a beautiful picture, hut the artist is horn to choose these elements and place them together in such a way that the result will be beautiful. Nature is the inspiration, hut the artist himself is creator of a work of art. Special Salutatory, Arline Nicholson ETERNAL VIGILANCE IS THE PRICE OF LIBERTY Here on the platform sit my school mates, 130 in number. They like myself are thoroughly representative of our town, Reading, and of hundreds of New Eng¬ land towns like Reading. They sit here ready to receive the reward for faithfully (more or less) absorbing and digesting the educational food so amply supplied by the voters of Reading which is available to them because of that famous symposium of documents, the constitution which guarantees us life, liberty, and the persuit of hap¬ piness. Because of our democratic form of government, it was but natural for the General Court to pass ordinances providing for public education. Since 1647 the free schools of Massachusetts have been educating boys and since 1784, both boys and girls. The early settlers knew what some of our people and many of our statesman of today do not know or do not care to recognize: that “eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.” To provide for an intelligent electorate, our schools were established. Will historians look back on this jazz era and find that our educational systems have failed to develop an intelligent electorate, one that was vigilant enough to protect our freedom? Past civilizations have nearly always been destroyed from within, not from without. When people of now decadent nations became less vigi¬ lant, they were destroyed . Watch out, America, lest you fail to so educate the younger generation that your sov¬ ereign rights shall he maintained. Faculty Honors, Patricia Sussmann “WHEN YOU HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING ELSE” “When you have tried everything else, come back to me. ' Perhaps in this bicentennial year, Americans will turn again to the ideals of Washington, and find in them the solution of our present problems. It was upon ideal¬ ism that our nation was built. If we forget and disre¬ gard those ideals which Washington held so highly, our Republic will sing in the dust of degeneration, anti will fall as Rome fell in 476. In this present day, idealism seems to he lost in the rush for worldly and material gain. Men now work for selfish motives; public service for the public good is forgotten. We cannot fail to re¬ member. however, that Washington devoted his energies in service to his country, regardless of his own desires. In his “Farewell Address” Washington cautions us in no uncertain terms, “If a government gives force to public opinion, it is essential that public opinion be enlightened.” W hat did Washington mean by enlighten¬ ment? Did he mean an extensive classical education, an extensive theological education, or an extensive busi¬ ness education? Not at all; Washington meant that the people should be enlightened in public affairs; they should know what measures are being enacted in Con¬ gress, and whether they are for the benefit of one section, or for the benefit of the whole country. Through our vast expansion in schools, the youth of today has a great advantage over the young people of the eighteenth century. In 1789, the schools trained for professions only; today, as we can see here or near¬ by in Boston, there are schools for every industry, trade, and profession. Never before in the history of the world have people of all classes had such a wealth of educa¬ tional opportunity. Are the people profiting by these advantages? Are they becoming more enlightened? If so, where are our leaders ? How many of the students today are following in the footsteps of Washington? Are the) capable of filling positions of public trust such as Washington held? Have the youth of today far-sightedness? Valedictory, Mary C. Riley HISTORY OF CLASS OF 1932 SOPHOMORE YEAR Upon entering high school, we received quite a jolt when we became little green sophomores after we had just come from the junior high where we had had that delightful experience of being the oldest and most im¬ portant—at least, you may believe, we thought we were mighty important when we had our ninth grade dance, our first real social event. However, we certainly took our share of razzing when we came over here. Some of us had sad experiences in vainly trying to get up or down the right stairway. It really wasn ' t so bad, though, because the teachers gave us a party which we shall never forget. The party opened with a grand march led by Mr. Sussmann and Mr. Aldred. and by the way that we walked up and down stairs, I guess they were trying to make us acquainted with the building. After the grand march we played games under the direction of Mr. Cates, our class ad¬ visor. We enjoyed the games very much especially when it came right down to a real game of cops and robbers between Mr. Cates and Mr. Guarnaccia. Dick Merritt and Dick Gale, dressed in rain-coats, standing on high stools and using brooms for weapons, then gave us a first-class exhibition of fencing. The event which we all seem to remember best was a skit by the teachers. Miss Batchelder and Mr. Halpin were riding in an improvised Ford car, cranked by Mr. Wheeler. Evidently it was raining for Mr. Halpin was chivalrously sheltering Miss Batchelder with an um¬ brella. However, in the middle of the performance, Miss Batchelder ' s road-map informed the party that they were traveling in the wrong direction; therefore all had to disembark and help in turning the vehicle around. To add to their troubles, they had a fiat tire. (This was cleverly done by the student taking the part of the wheel, flattening out on the stage. I After this, we enjoyed dancing. This was our royal welcome. Three from our class felt the football spirit im¬ mediately. We were represented on the team by Fran Bowers, Gerald Richards and Dick Merritt. Soon after Christmas we had the pleasure of hear¬ ing Mr. Andrews of the State Police who explained to us a few of the fine points of driving. The big event of the year was, of course, the Sopho¬ more Hop which was very successful. This was under the direction of the class officers: president, Dick Merritt; vice-president, Ken Latham; secretary, Ruth Cheyne; treasurer, Gerald Richards. We had several very interesting trips during the year such as a visit to the historic House of Seven Gables in Salem, and two trips to Boston, once to see “Julius Caesar ’ and another time to see “Twelfth Night.” The first speaking contest was held when we were sophomores, and we were well represented by Dick Mer¬ ritt, Marguerite Moreau, and Miriam Hazelton. Another interesting event of the year was the Sala- magundi Party when we were warned beforehand to “Be¬ ware the Ides of May.” We were very proud when one of our class was se¬ lected to play the leading role in the operetta. George Lloyd did a fine piece of work in “Betty Lou.” As the year drew r to a close, we were very glad to be elevated from insignificant sophomores to the enjoy¬ able state of juniors. Ruth Cheyne JUNIOR YEAR At last! We have reached one more rung in our upward climb by actually entering school as juniors in Sej)tember of the fall 1930. How proud we were, led on by our capable officers: Celia Kinsley acting as president, Robert Coolidge as vice-president, Elsie Gage as secretary, and Kenneth Horton as treasurer substitu¬ ted later on by Ross Chapin as Kenny left for the sunny South. By the way, how have the accounts come along, Ross? V-GakG— A AMP r O V ] g« � e « ? m jjt j coft. JUST « . J ; %m oRs I p.Sweaiht SNS WCfts OAJ icfoSVrtiO WftRtf ?ofC� uiw€ Mft orO i VEtfOfl JosT ‘ ' AT Z 1 A C-dur ' - A QuTchCR W00 f ' ' DUDS V ° T ' f ComO Tttfc ' «o-« 7 ftETlY 2 E ' Y ' u ' G Ytfct ' £ I s u.y, V V A SwteT ' , JL«q V V VjiSocjft l.p ; uj wove o Tttti CkO iJK) •uT C ST ?Ht OUkV o, ' frerween This year there were many changes in the faculty: Mi ss Ruth Engels, instructor in Latin; Mr. A. I. Dixon, history; Mr. Fitzgerald and Mr. Howe as coaches, and Mrs. Jenkins hailed all the way from Kansas City, Mis¬ souri, to teach us how to cut up frogs and cats!! Mr. Halpin was our adviser and was very helpful. Also for new-comers we had “Jeanbugs’ and Dottie Crerie added to the class. At class meetings the matter of class rings, dues, and the Prom were brought up. On November 10 we bad an armistice program with Hon. Charles P. Howard as guest speaker, and last but not least before the Thanksgiving holidays we were all presented with very pretty orange cards to take borne to our honorable parents for their more or less worthy opinion—mostly less. Before the Christmas vacation everyone was sport¬ ing class rings and talking about them. Of course our big stunt was the “Prom,’’ and it goes without saying that it was successful. After this followed the glorious Christmas holidays. Shortly after our return to school in the New 7 Year 1931, dancing was allowed in the gym during lunch hour. Our most efficient coaches, Mr. Howe and Mr. Fitzgerald, were useful in bolstering up the failing cour¬ age among the stronger but more bashful sex. Ruthie Stone, a worthy senior, willingly jazzed the old piano for us. We won t forget Ruthie! And soon after came the Special English Test given to all the student body. Maybe some of you remember this little surprise, with regret, shall we say? Also on that same fateful day we had a special as¬ sembly which rather made up for our unlucky break in the morning. Capt. Andrews of the State Patrol gave a talk on “Safety including some very humorous facts. And do the girls remember him! Then came the much dreaded exams! But we all seemed to come out on top: Celia receiving maximum honors for the half year; Pat, Eddie Petkewich, Elsie Cage, Mary Riley receiving honors. After this great or¬ deal and strain we breathed easier and lapsed back into our old habits. Do you remember how we that stayed in school be¬ cause we didn ' t take Biology missed that trip to Hood’s plant? Of course, deep down in our hearts we know that those who went, went for the free ice cream they’d get. From now on things began to happen, and we glori¬ fied in thoughts of becoming Seniors next year and hav¬ ing commencement books and all the rest. We were well represented in Public Speaking by Edith Mussells, Leighton Wallace and Charles Hilts, and then followed the “Admirable Crichton, the Senior play. Those who saw it, certainly enjoyed it and know that we had a task before us when it came time for our play, but we also knew that we could equal the Seniors if not be superior to them. “Beware the Ides of May! ' The Salmagundi Party! I think most of us made a trip to Hades and it really wasn’t bad after all! ou want to make a trip sometime! It’s quite the thing you know ! Everybody goes at Sal¬ magundi Parties. A new and wonderful addition was made in the school this year. The band! The members participated at most of the games and were indeed a great addition. Incidentally the orchestra and band gave a very fine program on June first. Our first real concert! This year the Juniors edited their first Pioneer num¬ ber with Bob Coolidge as Editor-in-chief and “Stewie” as business manager and what a manager! It was a fine edition. We felt as sorry to see the Seniors get cheated out of their picnic by rain that I guess Marion Mason had a subconscious thought which cropped up and resulted in a carnival. We just felt that “Sumpin’ had to be did about eliminating ol Mr. Rain. And sumpin ' was.” How empty school seemed after the Seniors had gone, and how exasperating to see them snooping around aft erwards when we wanted to be the “all important I 99 ones! We were quite thrilled on Ivy day for it was our first experience of that kind; Kenny Latham delivered a very fine speech on his acceptance of the spade from Lyman Belknap. Graduation! Several of the Junior girls—the elect shall we say—ushered at this splendid and exciting oc¬ casion. We were proud as well as surprised when Kenneth Latham received a book from Harvard for being the outstanding junior boy. Hurrah for Kenny! Also Kenneth—isn ' t he the prominent boy though— gave a speech at graduation on accepting the torch. And last of all the Junior-Senior reception and a good time was had by all. And thus we left school, this year being our hap¬ piest but hardest. Beilina Cook SENIOR YEAR On Wednesday, September 9, 1931, we came back to classes one hundred thirty-eight strong with a feel¬ ing of superiority, due perhaps, to the fact that we were now Seniors. Kenneth Latham was installed in the seat of President and has filled that capacity capably all through the year. Football started about the first week we were back, and a great variety of material reported. The first scrimmage took place the week of September 2B, 1931 with the husky Seniors Emery, Hubbard, Bowers, Nut¬ ter, Thomas Cullinane, Richards, Mills, Babine, and Ricker taking part. Of course, there were juniors and Shhdov ' EL ' “Poole ’ ' Ro s ' CoroVi+m o 3 icW T CooWic ' ‘KicKcf ' ”R. Phoebe B ob U g Kcotioiitop Mirinm 3 itVc e VcV n Geo. G. 114 _ y g E � + b R oy -H-—. f tftw TPo+- ' Tc� + 7 t- -Ttf Betty 9 !« f Lib r| U«? b‘ + W. 99y fll ToIooy- TluTbie 0. Treocb ' e t ?abel L.Tbak� oe 7)d+CheH« VoJJ Ou. lieve ■sophomores in this scrimmage loo but then, this is a senior history. The football team won two games and dropped five but showed much improvement over prev¬ ious years. Towards the close of the regular football season, inter-class football was taken up with the seniors coming out on top two out of three games. I he loot- hall squad attended a banquet Monday, November 23, 1931 gi en at the Congregational Church under auspices of the Men ' s Club. December was a busy month; the basketball team got under way, the Senior play “The Command Per¬ formance was selected and rehearsals started. Patricia Sussmann and Kenneth Latham had the two leading parts supported by Miriam Hezelton, Warren Burt, Luman Nutter, Mildred Sias, Robert Coolidge and Jeanne Shav. Kenneth Latham bad the difficult job of playing a dual role while Nutter and Mildred Sias sup¬ plied the comedy. Warren Burt kept the action stirred up with remarks. The play was presented on February 17, 1932. The basket-ball letter men Bowers, Gale, Richards, Foye, CutelifTe, Cull inane, Wallace, and Putnam are all seniors with Symonds the only letter man left for next year, but there is plenty of good material to fill the vacancy. The basketball season was quite successful, the team winning nine and losing four games. The juniors made up for football losses by taking the seniors over and tying things up. Gale was highest scorer in the league and was a big factor in Reading’s successful season, but don ' t throw your chest out, Dick, think where you ' d have been if it hadn’t been for the other four players. The senior class held a carnival in February at the Nashua Country Club. This carnival was conducted in place of the usual picnic in the spring. It was con¬ ducted as a sort of experiment and turned out a huge success. “Fran’’ Bowers and “Dott” Crosby were elect¬ ed the king and queen of the carnival. We imagine that there was a run on arnica and other liniments uoo i returning home as there certainly were some terrible tailspins and nose dives from skiis, toboggans, and su ' ll Mr. Sussmann got some “flickers of these antics with a camera, and there must have been some beautiful “shots as the hill was very steep and the skiis seemed to go wild at times. All three class dances, senior, junior and soph¬ omore, this year were huge successes, but I suppose we really ought to say that the senior dance was best, as it was directed by “us’ seniors. This dance was held on October 29, 1931 and added considerably to our treas¬ ury. Baseball started on April 4 and the squad is now cut down to about eighteen men and though the team has won but one game to date, it has shown improve¬ ment. As only about half of the squad are seniors, next year should see a considerably improved team. Seniors on the team are Richards, Brown, T. Cullinane, Wallace, and Foye. Kenneth Latham with his great elocutionary powers easily walked off with the public speaking contest held on May 3, 1932. In the preliminaries, however, four seniors out of about sixteen were chosen instead of the customary three because of the excellence of the com¬ petitors. The four were Kenneth Latham, Ruth Pom- fret, Leighton Wallace, and Edward Petkewich. Ruth Pomfret took third honors in the finals. The Hi-Y, a new organization here at the high school, was formed for the purpose of promoting sports¬ manship in athletics. These Hi-Y organizations exist throughout the state, the one here being formed under the guidance of Clarence Gay with Francis Bowers as president. A football banquet was held on March 29 at the Congregational Church. Addresses were given by Coch¬ rane, Captain of the Harvard La Crosse team, Harvard football player, and E. Clark, Coach of football and basketball at Harvard. The “gang partook of chicken pie which was devoured with great enthusiasm. Har¬ vard and Yale Football game pictures were shown. “Fran Bowers got up and made a great speech of in¬ troduction for Mr. Sussmann and then forgot to intro¬ duce him which brought amused mirth from hither and thither. Class meetings this year were held in Room I) with accompaniment by the orchestra or band via the air ventilators. At times we wondered if President Latham’s voice would hold out in the bedlam. The last of March and the first of April saw us seniors honoring Purdy’s with our presence for the purpose of picture taking. Then came the annual ex¬ change with thrills for the girls, bother for the boys, and annoyance to the teachers. On the morning of the day of the class carnival, Mr. John E. Hinds who greatly assisted us in the pro¬ duction of “The Command Performance gave the “Taming of the Shrew by Shakespeare with elegant voice and excellent elocution. Although the class was decked out in quite an array of colors and winter togs and was anxious to he off, Mr. Hinds was greatly en¬ joyed and appreciated. We had three musical assemblies this year through the efforts of Mr. Peck who had first, a violin player from fie New r England Conservatory of Music, second a trumpet player from the same institution, and third a player of all the wood wind instruments. Honor pupils were announced on April 15th, with Mary Riley, Celia Kinsley, and Arline Nicholson chosen for graduation parts, as Valedictorian, Salutatorian, an 1 Special Salutatorian respectively. The race for high honors was so close that Mr. Sussmann, the school board, and others developed headaches trying to de¬ cide who should be the wise ones. It was finally agreed that two salutatorians would be required be¬ cause of this “neck and neck race. Later Patric a Sussmann was voted Faculty Honors and Robert Cool¬ idge Class Honors. As our history closes, we must not forget Miss Brown our class adviser who worked hard to enable us to have the successful year we enjoyed. William Foye SELECTION from THE PROPHECY of the CLASS of 1932 Through the Hall of Fame at Washington we glided almost unconsciously, for we were overcome by the familiar faces portrayed there. Our guide, Walter Reynolds, explained to 11 s that only the most illustrious people were given such an honor. Imagine our surprise when we gazed upon the portrait of none other than Ed¬ die Petkewich, the greatest senator Congress has known since La Toilette s day, and not far from him was Bill Foye, one of the country’s most successful men. These were only paintings we were regarding, but from no¬ where came Paul Gerard, a traveling salesman. From the depths of his coat pocket he extracted an Austin, and began talking to us in the language of the Fuller Brush man. Well, we agreed to buy a car, as there was no door to slam in his face, and it would be a fine op¬ portunity to see the country. We looked like the es- sense of grace struggling to get onto it, but wdth the help of Don Westcott and Francis French, who were guards at the Hall of Fame, we started on a trip which promised to be nerve-wracking, exciting, and interest¬ ing. We could drive, but our limousine would have looked ridiculous without a chauffeur, so we stopped at the nearest agency, and picked out a handsome young man who was none other than Warren Fleming. He soon showed us that he was an expert chauffeur. We crashed into a fence surrounding a beautiful planta¬ tion, and went into the house to apologise for damage done. A party was being given in honor of Barbara Ives, who was soon sailing for Europe to study under the supervision of R. T. Coolidge, the noted Einstein. The hostess, Ruth Cheyne, recognised us immediately, and invited us to stay a while. She started to introduce us to her guests but from the intelligent looks on their faces we knew that they must have studied at Reading High School. Among the guests were Ruth Froburg, a society matron, Verna Mitchell, Effie Poole, a beauty expert, Lenna Phipps, Hilda Younghans, June Clark, a noted singer, Alice Leach. Dorothy Eaton, and Marion Gould. Our attention was called to a group of people over in one corner of the room. They were laughing as though someone had for the moment become that immortal person, Colonel Stoopnagle. The creator of the disturbance was, of course, Libby Chase. I ' he entertainment was given by that famous quar¬ tet. Peggy Brady, Helen Curtis, Mary Riley and Nora Carney, with Dot Crerie as accompanist and Dot Crosby to turn the pages; also none other than ‘Ginger’ Pom- fret recited Les Miserables ; and the Doucette sisters gave a specialty number assisted by the Cook twins, Alice Arsenaut, Ruth Ainsworth, Phoebe Mercer, Ruth Connor, and Helen Tibbets. Miss Cheyne was extremely cordial and invited us to spend the night, but we declined as we wanted to cov¬ er more territory that day. Passing farms and wilder¬ ness and then more farms, we finally came to a hotel managed by Wendell Esterberg. Not knowing who we were, he gave 11 s room 13. We looked out of the win¬ dow in our room, and we saw Hilts’s undertaking wag¬ on go clanging down the street. To our profound sor¬ row it was carrying to the hospital Anna Enos, who had been overcome from teaching school. This caused 11 s to think back and then wonder why more teachers are not overcome. W hen Esterberg heard that several of his old school mates occupied room 13, he came dash¬ ing up to tell us the news. The most interesting, sa l news with a happy ending, was that a serious quarrel between our modern Romeo and Juliet of high school days, Edith Mussells and George Sailor, had just been patched up through the influence of the most noted preacher in the country, the Very Reverend Kenneth Latham. We arose early, ate breakfast at Anna’s Tea Room, run by Anna Hurley, and then departed. We stopped for gasolene at the first respectable station, and who should appear but “Shadow” Emery. Would you, or could you believe it, he was almost in reality a shadow from working too hard. We continued at a rapid pace and as we looked behind we saw a motorcycle cop coming toward us, showing that the pace had been too rapid. It was none other than A1 Taber. Recognizing us as old schoolmates, he lost no time in giving us tickets. But when we looked at them we saw that they were circus tickets, which had been given him as a bribe by Thelma Skidmore and Myrtle Whicker. We con¬ tinued on into the wilderness, but the monotony was broken by billboards advertising Gale, Bowers, and Richards of the Gormlie and Cowing Circus. At the next village we saw more posters, but this time it was a campaign for mayor between Holden and Howard. Being victims of the depression, we travelled day and night, not able to afford a hotel. Then we sighted Miss Kinsley’s Private School, where the Misses Su smann. Gage, Fletcher, Southw ick, and Jewett were professors. Again on our way we finally arrived at the circus. The ticket collector, George Brown, enthusiastieallv ad¬ mitted us to the side show. Here we saw “Stewie” the giant, Phil Small the sword swallower, Marie Beaudry the fat lady, Lu Nutter the midget, and Henry Merritt the wild man from almost anywhere. We then went to the main tent. We saw, up on a platform, the Circus Band, and we noticed particular!) the director. H e was directing that band as though his life depended on whether this note were soft or that note were loud. As the piece ended and the director turned around, we could see that it was Ray Heselton, although his hair nearly covered his face. The main act was breath-taking to say the least. It was performed on a high trapeze by Laurie Babine and Mary Lewis. Starting once more on our tour, we final 1 came to that city famous for its gangsters, Rickerville, named after George Ricker. There we experienced something new, if not as respectable—a night club run by Bob Legg. The waitresses were gorgeously clad in orchid and yellow and were Grace Atkinson, Mary Curtis, Ruth Berglund, Hilda Mclntire, Ruth Zanni, and Lillian Rich¬ mond. The bar tender, just as we thought, was Junie Carter. He served us very refreshing drinks, and we drank to the health of “Eve Rand and Betty Wilcox, the night club hostesses. We borrowed some money from Boh Legg, assuring him that he would get it hack some day, and started on our way. We were almost ex¬ hausted so we stopped at Brenton and Mason s Over¬ night Camps. We got started at daybreak, because the hens on Dickie and Lester s farm woke us up early. We took our breakfast at one of Putnam s Cafeterias. The next place of interest was a movie lot, where we interviewed Marlene Dietrich, Doug Fairbanks, and other equally famous stars, Jeanne Shay, Warren Burt, Arlene Lewis, who was an understudy of Marie Dress¬ ier. Bud Newell, Mildred Sias, and the famous “Queen Hazelton. The director, Bob Bemister, explained the scenes of the picture being made and told us that the story had been written by Mary Fortune and the scenes planned by Arline Nicholson. He took us to Scollo’s lunchroom, where we had dinner. With a letter of introduction to a radio studio, w ' e set forth once more. To the studio we went, where we importantly showed our letter. It was not necessary, for the manager turned out to be Kenneth Ivester. Here, between glass doors we saw noted artists. But those who attracted our attention most were Ross Chap¬ in, speaking in behalf of the Audubon Bird Society, Tom Cullinane, and Woodrow Cutcliffe impersonating Amos ’n Andy; the White girls entertaining on behalf of Schultz’s Frankforts, Mary O’Keefe, advertising her famous Freckle Cream, and Griswold and Metcalf, fam¬ ous culinary experts, who were busy describing the actions of vitamins. But this time we had become slightly dizzy and did not know whether we were coming or going, or whether we had come and were going. But since we had bought tickets for the Opera, we felt obliged to go. We went to the Opera House, and outside we saw- the Carters try¬ ing to trace their ancestors, as some man by the name of Carter had died and left a lot of money. The opera had already started, but between the scenes we took the opportunity to look around. We saw- many familiar faces, among which were Murphy, the great Irish tenor, and Stephenson and DeLong, stage hands. In the great promenade were Gwendolyn Hunter, Eleanor Eisen- haure, Cora Pitman, Louise Roxbee, Elizabeth Living¬ stone, and Priscilla Richman. We went back to the hotel in which we had en¬ gaged rooms, and upon looking at a calendar, noticed that we had to be back in New York the next day. We packed and drove to the airport, put the Austin away in the corner of a suitcase, and engaged a plane from Eleanor Holmes, the office girl of the Aviation Com¬ pany. Just then Harold Coron and Charlton Conroy rushed out to take the mail from a plane piloted by- Norman Hurd. As we sailed aloft on our plane ex¬ pertly piloted by Leighton Wallace, we were horrified to see, spinning toward earth at a terrific rate of speed, an airplane. We were certain that the occupant w r as doomed, but then Kenneth Horton jumped out, saved in the nick of time by one of Hubbard’s famous para¬ chutes. Mabel Crowe Lawrence Kinsley John Sidelinger CLASS WILL Be it remembered that we, Reading High School Class of ’32, do now, and forever, and the day after, having to this time never been proven other than sane and sober, do at this time—although of half-wit mind and poor in memory—do make, publish, and declare this our last will and testimony, hereby revoking all wills by us at any time heretofore made. We, the graduating class, in order to turn the cor¬ ner of depression, endorse all disarmament treaties, re¬ peal the eighteenth amendment, and vote for the next president, request that all our just debts and funeral expenses be paid by our Executors as soon as may be after our death. To our beloved associates we bequeath the following: I. Miss Brown—our sincerest and deepest grati¬ tude for the assistance in making our a success. Mr. Sussmann—one periscope in order that he may- sit at his desk in the years to come and still be able to peer around the many corners of the school. Mr. Pope—one police whistle and badge so that he can direct traffic on the third floor. Mr. Dixon—one durable soap box to make his or- atorial selections more emphatic. Miss Ernst—a reversible one-way street sign; n’uf sed. II. To the sophomores: we leave one dozen rock¬ ing chairs for the detention room. To the Beau Brummels of the Junior Class: (Win- ship, Sweetser, Hodges, and Farnum) we suggest that they run up a tree and branch off. III. To our own beloved classmates: Kenneth Latham—one mug of this “spirit of suc¬ cess to quench his thirst while speaking. Ruth Pomfret-—one asbestos hairnet to keep her fiery locks in place. Ross Chapin—one butterfly net to aid him in th study of nature. Robert Putnam—one bottle of eradicator to remove life ' s mistakes. Peggy Brady-—one package of canary food to help her in her future success. Francis French—one light, the one that he asked for in the Junior Speaking Contest. Paul Gerard—one portable outboard motor to at¬ tach to the outer extremity of his Austin in case of rain. Gerald Richards—one loving cup for two reasons, 1 . his ability in athletics, 2. well! for his ability. Dorothy Crerie, Edith Mussells, and Dorothy Cros¬ by—honorary memberships in Hi-Y. Barbara Ives and Alice Arsenaut—a paper and pen¬ cil to work out their mean proportion. IV. I, Lumen Nutter, leave my quiet voice to Betty Hardwick, with hopes that the teachers may be beard from next year. I, Evelyn Rand, leave my last two hundred ali¬ bis to Rosalind Arthur, good luck to you, Ros. I, Betty Wilcox, leave my faithful Plymouth to the Smithsonian Institute, to be placed in the section reserved for Overland Coaches and other mail (male) carrying vehicles. I, Junius Carter, leave my North Reading bus tickets to A1 Sweetser and Burgie Hodges, who can sure¬ ly find some use for them. 1, Richard Gale, leave my notes and letters for publication in next year’s “Pioneer . I, Francis Bowers, leave my small shoes (size 15) to anyone man enough to wear them. I, Richard Goddard, leave my high complex¬ ion to Alice Thompson. It’s cheaper. I, Robert Stewart, leave my immense height to Lyman Richardson. 1, Arline Nicholson, leave my art implements to next year’s art class. 1. Elsie Gage, leave my bright and happy smile to anyone who can use it as effectively as I can (especial¬ ly on bankers). I, Priscilla Richman, leave my restless rhythm to Vernon Bowie, so that his own supply of pep may not he used up. I, Charlie Hilts, leave my subtle sense of hum¬ or to Leora Richardson, to be used at her discretion. We, “Cook Twins” and “Kinsley Twins,” leave our places vacant with hope that they will be filled by a quartet. I. Warren Burt, leave my ability to Mr. Hal- pin, to be used in the classroom when necessary. We, J. A. H. and N. Carter (J. A. H. N. stand¬ ing for “Just a handful of nuts ' ) just leave. 1, Anna Hurley, leave my nonchalant air to the world at large. In testimony hereunto we fold our hands and in the absence of all witnesses I including a notorious repub¬ lic, I affix our seals upon this document, this 15th day of June, in the year 1932 A. 1). (after depression). Dorothy Crosby Albert Taber SENIOR CARNIVAL Never did there dawn a fairer day than that 1 ues- dav in mid-February which we, the Senior (.lass, had selected for our carnival. Old Mother Nature had cer¬ tainly favoured us with weather fit for poets to write of: just the right chill in the air to keep every one peppy and to cause the snow to be in a good condition. I bat occasion is one which we shall always be able to look back to as one of the biggest days in our lives. On the busses bound for the exclusive Nashua Country Club there was a group of people who will never be excelled in noise and happiness. Oh, the arra of colors! No Mardi Gras festivity could have equaled the rainbow effect of these varied winter costumes. Aurora would have taken a back seat and enjoyed such a pleasant spectacle. In about five minutes after the arrival everyone was seen busy doing something; skates had appeared, to¬ boggans were being dragged toward the slide, and there was an endless labryinth of ski and snowshoe tracks be¬ ing made. We had no sooner become acquainted with the surroundings, however, when we were called back to the club house. The banquet that followed was one the gods would have raved about for many months. Everything was had to partake of. from the usual soup to those well known nuts; and we consumed that dinner with a diligence such that filled the club manager with amazement hardh suppressable. After eating, we filled the hall with en¬ thusiastic outbursts of melody which m ade even the faculty forget the weight of years. After hearing some very brilliant speeches and talks from our teachers we returned to our sports. 1 ' hat af¬ ternoon there were frequent “spills’ taken but always the “spilled got up with a smile—a rare spirit to keep with us through all. In that crowd of snow lovers there were many possible candidates for Olympics. In all, the afternoon went on far too quickly. When we were sufficiently tired out however, we went back to the club house and danced. Our class of “32 ' agreed that we couldn’t have had a better time and regretted to think that it was probably the last time we would ever be together to enjoy such an entertaining carefree day. R. E. C. 32 tSm aAm i W t ■ r v SENIOR PLAY SENIOR PLAY CAST Hack Row: F. French, L. Kinsley, N. Carter, W. Fleming, C. Hilts, C. Newell, L. Emery, K. Latham. E. Mussells, J. Sidelinger Front Row: M. Sias, L. Nutter, W. Hurt, J. Shay, R. Coolidge, M. Hazelton, P. Sussmann THE SENIOR PLAN Those who journeyed over to Shepardson Hall the evening of February 17, 1932 to see the Senior Play spent a delightful three hours watching the remarkable presentation of “The Command Performance , a tale of court intrigue, interwoven with romance, laid in the mythical countries, Wallachia and Moldavia. The parts were all very well taken. Kenneth Latham, the leading male character, assumed exception¬ al!) well his difficult dual role as a prince and an actor, while Patricia Sussmann, as Princess Katherina, made her part both real and dramatic. Robert Coolidge por¬ trayed bis role of the cynical, worldly Chancellor of Moldavia in a noteworthy manner; Miriam Hazelton as the Queen of Moldavia was much admired for her true regal bearing. King Nicholas and Queen Elizabeth of Wallachia, played by human Nutter and Mildred Sias, were very well portrayed and caused much amusement by their marital difficulties. Warren Burt as the old stage-manager brought much applause for his dramatic conception of a difficult part. All the minor charac¬ ters entered whole-heartedly into the spirit of the play and were indispensable to its success. The Senior Class can well be proud of its members who were in the cast whose acting will not soon be for¬ gotten. Thanks is due also to all members of commit¬ tees who worked so hard for the success of the play. The successful outcome is due in great part to Miss Brown and Mr. Sussmann and also to the coach. Miss Evelyn Schneider. C. K. ’32 CLASS ELECTIONS SPEAKING OF CLASS PICTURES Most popular girl Ruth Pomfret Most popular boy Francis Bowers Prettiest girl Jeanne Shay Best looking boy Niles Carter Junior boy Sam Symonds Junior girl Marjorie Kenney Most sociable Ruth Pomfret Best athlete I boy ) Gerald Richards Best Athlete (girl) Alice Leach Cutest Dorothy Crosby Most courteous Ross Chapin Class brains Celia Kinsley Class actor Kenneth Latham Class actress Patricia Sussmann Wittiest Robert Coolidge Class dude Clinton Newell Best sport Mabel Crowe Most respected Ruth Cheyne Most original Harold Doucette Best natured Phoebe Mercer Best dancer (boy ) Francis Bowers Best dancer (girl) Evelyn Rand Heart breaker (boy) Francis Bovvers Heart breaker (girl) Evelyn Rand Quietest Ruth Berglund Class vamp Evelyn Rand Mischievous Mary Lewis Artist Arline Nicholson Everybody’s pal Ruth Pomfret Ivory tickler Dorothy Crerie Favorite teacher Mrs. Jenkins F uture success Kenneth Latham Clow n Charles Hilts Man hater Barbara Jewett Woman hater Donald Westcott Mexican athlete Robert Putnam Go-getter Patricia Sussmann Favorite actress Joan Crawford Favorite actor Clark Gable Romeo and Juliet George Sailor and Edith Mussel Is Some cynic has observed that our friends might remember us more kindly if they could forget how we looked, but nobodv pays attention to cynics, and the time-honored senior class custom of trading pictures still persists. The girls have put this custom, originally inspired by sentiment, to practical use. ben one of them be¬ comes tired of working for a good matrimonial pros¬ pect, her “Rogues Gallery”, formed in the last year of high school, should yield up several eligible bachelors to choose from. Photographs cost money, and photographers do not extend credit. On the contrary the pictures must be paid for before they are sent out, because the boys and girls must find out after they have paid their money that no act of photography can make them look like John Gil¬ bert or Greta Garbo. The camera may prevaricate, but it never lies. I was not exactly insolvent, but my money was tied up (not in a sock,) and the pater’s wealth was decidedly negative, to judge by his constant groaning over hard times, and 1 had to go to work for a little change (mon¬ ey, not variety). The fellow next door came over just then and hired me to dig him a dry well. I worked one day and quit, as I have a decided antipathy towards a pick and shovel, particularly in March when the ground is like con¬ crete. The real reason why 1 quit though, was that the thought occurred to me when the first blister appeared that I might be depriving some needy, worthy fellow of the means of sustenance. As blister number two ap¬ peared, my altruistic nature won out, and I handed over the implements of torture to one of the unemployed, and the ungrateful fellow didn’t even thank me. Hoover had just issued his warning against hoard¬ ing, and the only pair of socks I had that didn’t leak were on my feet, so perforce, I had to put my hard earned wages back into circulation. All other resources exhausted, it looked as though dad would have to furnish the sinews of war again. He had the money, but it was like an operation without an anaesthetic to convince him that he could afford to part with it. 1 organized an extensive campaign and carried it out with diplomacy. (A diplomat is one who can bring home the bacon without spilling the beans.) The car was kept spotless and shining for days; dad ' s slippers, pipe, tobacco, and ash tray were placed by his favorite chair unfailing every night; and various other artifices made his life at home comparable to that of the pro¬ verbial Riley. He must have been on to me, however, because when I broached the matter to him, he didn ' t seem sur¬ prised. I offered to put in every thing I had towards the cause, which impressed him, until he learned that my total capital was seventy-five cents. Dad came through with the ‘long green’ however, and immediately proceeded to analyze, criticize, and con¬ demn the financial conditions of the country. He was on his favorite subject and 1 always differed with him, so he could keep on arguing. The old boy began by telling me that the wolf had been around the door so much the authorities had threatened to shoot the beast unless he got a license for it. I pointed out to him that he had a new car, he played golf every Sunday, he still smoked Perfectos, his salary had been raised, and things were dirt cheap; in fact he was sitting in the lap of luxury. Dad replied that he had been turned over on the lap of luxury and was being spanked. He said further that if the taxes were increased any more, he would of¬ fer to turn over his entire income to the government in return for room and board. 1 asked him why he didn’t write to Congress advis¬ ing them to legislate against the depression as the quickest way to get rid of it. Not finding any suitable answer, Dad decided it was time for bed, and I was will¬ ing to let the argument drop before he talked himself into a depressing state of mind and regretted his late flagrant breach of econo my. The next day 1 went in and faced the pitiless, nev¬ er lying camera, and the patient, smiling, imperturbable photographer, who refused to be alarmed at the horrible grimace 1 made when told to smile, or intimidated by the ferocious frown resulting from an attempt on my part to look serious and intelligent. When the pictures arrived, dad looked at them, shook his head dubiously, and said, “Too bad, they look just like you,” whereupon 1 remarked that I was the “spittin” image of my father, which closed that par¬ ticular incident. Most of my classmates described my pictures with six-cylinder adjectives in such glowing terms that 1 be¬ gan to think 1 looked half-decent. But some embryo misogynist approched me and asked if he could have a back-view of me. I was ready with the answer though, and said, “Surely you may; 1 realize that back-view of me would contrast favorably with your plain features, and would not unduly excite your envy.” Having gotten in the last word, and thus exercising the perogative of women and writers, my task is done. Note: A misogynist is one who would say some¬ thing like the following: “l could weep at that man’s grave with great pleasure. Harold Doucette PROGRAM WAR MARCH of the PRIESTS from ATHALIE MENDELSSOHN High School Band PRAYER—REV. GEORGE HENRY GAGE ATILLIA OVERTURE KAROLY High School Band SALUTATORY CHALLENGE TO AMERICAN CITIZENS Celia W. Kinsley TYPES OF PAINTING AND APPRECIATION Arline Beatrice Nicholson PIANO SOLO—FANTASIE IMPROMPTU CHOPIN Dorothy M. Crerie TORCH ORATION Kenneth Chester Latham ESSAY—THE CORNERSTONE Robert Tilton Coolidge, Class Honors SOLO—A BROWN BIRD SINGING WOOD Peggy Brady ESSAY—ETERNAL VIGILANCE is the PRICE of LIBERTY Patricia Sussmann. Faculty Honors COIN’ HOME DVORAK Senior Mixed Chorus PRESENTATION OF CLASS GIFT Ross E. Chapin, Acceptance by Principal CONFERRING SCHOLASTIC HONORS VALEDICTORY W HEN YOU HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING ELSE Mary Catherine Riley CONFERRING DIPLOMAS Arthur W. Coolidge, Chairman of School Hoard BENEDICTION—REV. MARION FRANKLIN HAM EXIT MARCH—THE PILGRIM GRAND MARCH LAKE High School Band In The Long Run you and your friends will prize the portrait that looks like you—your truest self, free from stage effects and little conceits. It is in this ‘‘long run” photography that PURDY suc¬ cess has been won. Portraiture by the camera that one cannot laugh at or cry over in later years. For present pleasure and future pride protect your pho¬ tographic self by having PURDY make the portraits. PLEASING PORTRAITS! PROMPT SERVICE! RIGHT PRICES! Means Satisfaction Guaranteed Buy From PURDY 160 Tremont $t. Boston f � r •w BRINE’S 92 Summer Street, Boston A store established to supply your equipment for all sports. WHITE’S LUNCH BASEBALL GOLF TENNIS SWEATERS KNICKERS GOOD FOOD REASONABLE PRICES CAMP FISHING SWIMMING SWEAT SHIRTS GOLF HOSE Compliments of W. T. GRANT CO ETC. COMPLIMENTS of the CLASS OF 1933 SMITH S SPA Opposite Reading Depot ICE CREAM — CONFECTIONERY LIGHT LUNCHES AND GROCERIES THE READING CHRONICLE This Booh From Our Press Compliments of Reading’s Largest Complete Foodland ATLANTIC BUTCHERS 12-14-16 Haven Street, Reading Tel. 0054 - 0055 The Edgerley Bessom FUNERAL SERVICE Reading, Massachusetts Branches—North Reading and Lynnfield Funeral Home 203 Main Street Service anywhere, distance is no objection. NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY DAY DIVISION The School of Engineering In co-operation with engineering firms, offers curricula leading to the Bachelor of Science degree in the following branches of engineering: Civil Engineering Mechanical Engineering Electrical Engineering Chemical Engineering Industrial Engineering The School of Business Administration Co-operating with business firms, offers courses leading to the degree of Bach¬ elor of Science in the following fields of business: Accounting Banking and Finance Business Management The Co-operative Plan of training enables the student to combine theory with two years of practice and makes it possible for him to earn his tuition and a part of his other school expenses. For catalog or any further information write to: NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY Milton J. Schlagenhauf, Director of Admissions Boston, Massachusetts r BUSINESS MAN AT 16 YEARS OF AGE In 1905 Reading’s oldest cobbler shop was opened by its sixteen year old p roprietor. Morris Levine, who learned bis trade in London when ten years of age, and who gained further experience in this country in Back Bay, Boston. Mr. Levine plied his trade entirely by hand until fif¬ teen years ago when he installed the first machinery for use in shoe repairing, and today this shop is equip¬ ped with modern machinery for repairing shoes of all shapes and sizes and even for relasting old shoes like new . Morris Levine also employs an unique method of soling women ' s shoes without the use of nails or sewing in order to preserve their original shape and lightness. On October 1, 1929 Mr. Levine moved from the store at 200 Main Street which he had occupied for twenty- five years to 210 Main Street, Reading Square, and at that time he opened his shoe shining stand in conjunc¬ tion with his repair business. Morris Levine has established a reputati on for expert shoe repair and shoe shining service and is at all times at his customers’ service, 210 Main Street, on the Square. The Reading Greenhouses FLOWERS FOR ALL OCCASIONS Telephone 1301 143 So. Main St. •am™ B us iness Courses FOR YOUNG MEN- Buniness Administration and Accounting Courses as prepa¬ ration (or sales, credit, financial and accounting positions. Col¬ lege grade instruction. Highly specialized technical training in two years. FOR YOUNG WOMEN— Executive Secretarial, Steno¬ graphic Secretarial, Steno¬ graphic, and Finishing Courses as preparation for attractive secretarial positions. Individ¬ ual advancement. FOR BOTH Young Men and Young Women — Business and Bookkeeping Courses as preparation for general business and office positions. For new illustrated catalogue, sent without obligation, address F. H. BURDETT, President Burdett Training —whether secured before or after college, is helpful throughout life. It is an essential part of the equipment of every young person in seeking employment or in building a career. Courses include basic subjects with several distinct opportunities for specialization. Instruc¬ tion intensely practical. Close attention paid to indi¬ vidual needs. Separate courses for men and women. Burdett students last year came from 70 universities and colleges, 356 high schools, 114 academies, and 165 other business, normal, and special schools. Graduates of Burdett College receive the assistance of a well-organized placement service. School facilities are unsurpassed. Students are trained by an able and experienced faculty. Previous business training is not required for entrance. Correspondence is invited. FALL TERM BEGINS SEPTEMBER 6th BurdettCollege A Professional Business School of College Qrade 156 STUART STREET, BOSTON, MASS. G. H. ATKINSON CO. CHOICE FAMILY GROCERIES FINE TEAS AM) COFFEES THE STORE WHERE QUALITY COUNTS One Friend Tells Another CONSULT your Insurance Agent as you would your Doctor. He knows the kind and amount of insurance you should carry. His policies protect you, your business, and your loved ones as the Doctor s prescription does your health. It’s Food for Thought PRENTISS PARKER Reading Office Boston Office Masonic Block 40 Broad Street Tel. Reading 0249 Tel. Hubbard 7880 QUALITY MEAT SHOP C. J . MacLcan 192 Main St. Reading, Mass. WEEKLY SPECIALS!! “Highest Quality — Lowest Prices” sSs Service — Satisfaction — Savings YOU— will get what you ask for at this Quality Market, and you ' ll find that our choice foods will help you to plan a weekly saving. MEAT and PROVISIONS J. PALUMBO FRESH FRUIT and VEGETABLES 81 Haven St. Reading LEONE F. QUIMBY Real Estate and Insurance Office Phone 1050 36 Haven St. Residence Phone 0830 Reading, Mass. Realtor YES To the Graduating Class of 1932 W E S S 0 N Buy your Graduation Shoes at sells HOYT’S SHOE STORE i and save 10C of the regular price. ENINA JETTICK SHOES Please order early. Reading Square JOHN S. HOYT, Prop. | PERCY N. SWEETSER Coal and New England Coke School of Business Training College grade subjects for high school graduates. Courses vary in length from five months to two years. Employment Department assists graduates in securing good positions. Send for Catalog MALDEN COMMERCIAL SCHOOL 6 Pleasant St. Malden Telephone 0256 ■« � - ; ——V—� v� —� � — He Profits Most Who Serves the Best Compliments of Reading Rotary Club COLGATE LAMB, INC. Caterers and Ice Cream Mfrs. Successors to E. F. Hicks, Caterer FAR BETTER OFF The man who invests safely at a fair rate is far belter off than he who puts his funds in some speculative scheme that promises big divi¬ dends. For safety and dependable yield, have your account with this Bank. Tel. Somerset 2765 First National Bank in Reading 91 Marshall St. Somerville FRED F. SMITH Wholesale and Retail Dealer in HAY, GRAIN AND STRAW LIME, BRICK, CEMENT AND SEWER PIPE Builder’s Hardware of Every Description. 216 Main Street Phone Reading 0450 E. B. CURRELL SON CARPENTERS BUILDERS Milling and Jobbing Shop and Office Telephone Connection 36 Haven Street Reading, Massachusetts Special Attention to Children 3 Barbers No Waiting White Star Barber Shop Specializing in Up-to-Date Styles of Ladies and Gents’ Hair Cutting. SAM BELLA, PROP. 4 Pleasant St. Reading, Mass. I repair any timepiece from tall clock to small watch J. A. DeCELLES Watchmaker and Clockmaker Jewelry Repairing China, Antiques, Clocks, Pictures, Old Prints, Etc. 9 Ash Street Reading Square Telephone University 0799 Edith Goodell’s Shops 1676 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE CAMBRIDGE, MASS. Branch 78 Trapelo Road Belmont, Mass. Tel. Belmont 2808 Branch 4 Parkway Falmouth, Mass. Tel. Falmouth 1114 ROCKPORT FISH MARKET In The Swim To Win READING CASH MARKET Choice Meats and Provisions 22 Haven St. Telephone 0660 Compliments of ADAMS COMPANY Furnishings for Women and Children j f y i 1 � f� � f � f� WILLOW ST. READING, MASS. MARRY E. SMITH LANDSCAPE DESIGNS AND SERVICE TEL. 077? Shrubs, Evergreens, Perennials Grading a Specialty Compliments of Class of 1934 Start On The Right Road You’re just starting out on Life’s Highway and you’re going to find short cuts and detours ahead. —and plenty of rough roads. If you have a “spare” ready, they will he so much easier, so take this advice and start right with your first pay envelope. Save Something Each Payday MECHANICS SAVINGS BANK Main Street Think of Money J for yourself when you think of the Co-operative Bank. This institution is here to help you grow financially. Its plan of operation is safe, easy to adopt, and profitable for the shareholder. READING CO-OPERATIVE BANK Assets $3,465,761.94 195 Main Street Reading, Mass. .- V W PATENTED JUNIOR NuAce MOUNTING CORNERS The very latest and best idea for mounting VEST POCKET prints. Very narrow edge shows up SMALL prints to much better advantage. JUNIOR NuAce Corners are also good for mount¬ ing stamps singly or in blocks of four. JUNIOR Corners are made in 8 colors same as NuAce Corners; Black, White, Gray, Sepia, Green, Red, 100 to package. Gold, Silver, 60 to package. For sale where photo goods are sold, and at the 5 and 10 cent stores. MADE ONLY BY ACE ART COMPANY READING, MASS. Montvale Ave. Stoneham, Mass. Office Tel. 0185 Res. 0906-M STONEHAM COAL CO. Edward Blockel, Mgr. COAL WOOD CHARCOAL All Rail Coal in All Sizes Best Quality Bituminous Coal ALEX LINDSAY GOODYEAR TIRES 8 Woburn St. Reading, Mass. MAC’S LUNCH Reading Square THE FOOD SPEAKS FOR ITSELF A. J. MacDougall, Prop. JOE’S TOGGERY SHOP Main and Haven Sts. Everything new for the young man foe Middleton, Prop. Tel. Rea. 0933 A Suggestion Before packing away those winter garments, blankets, etc., be sure they are given a thorough dry cleaning—to free them from all soil. Men’s Suits $1.00 Women’s Dresses (plain) $1.25 Men’s Overcoats $ 1.00 Women’s Coats $1.00 You ' ll be delighted with our way WAKEFIELD LAUNDRY Phones: Crystal 0116 - 0117 HF i - r V DAVE’S TAILOR SHOP CLEANING, PRESSING, DYEING , AND REPAIRING ► � Call and Delivery Service , 5 Harnden St. Reading, Mass. Tel. Reading 0841 Compliments of i THE READING THEATRE ! T. C. FIFE, INC. PLUMBING HEATING i Reading, Mass. J When in need of a plumber call Fife’s Little 1 Plumber. 4 Compliments of THE HIGH SCHOOL LUNCH ifes CitUe-Plumber Tel. Reading 0970 JOHN N. WESTON congratulations FLORIST , Flowers for Commencement Telephone 0091-W 9 Auburn St. Reading, Mass. I - • ■ ... - • -- - - - to the CLASS OF 1932 When you need Hardware think of FRANCIS BROS. EARLE H. CHAPIN A pent For PETROLEUM HEAT AND POWER GO’S FURNACE FUEL OIL Automatically Supplied Prompt and Courteous Service Let me take care of your oil needs. FRATERNITY, COLLEGE and CLASS JEWELRY Commencement Announcements and Invitations Jeweler to the Junior Class of Reading High School L. G. BALFOUR CO. Manufacturing Jewelers and Stationers 122 High Street Tel. Reading 0599 Attleboro, Mass. To the Graduating Class of 1932 we extend our most sincere and hearty congratulations. Men who prefer style and quality have their shirts finished at the READING CUSTOM LAUNDRY Reading Specializing ' in Fine Shirt and Collar Work S. R. STEMBRIDGE Company SUPER SERVICE STATION Jet. Hi h—Haven—Chute Sts. Kingman Richardson Insurance of all Kinds Realtors Reading Square Telephone 1080 Gulf Gas Oil Tires Tubes Storage Repairing Battery Recharging FOSTER’S GARAGE Ralph W. Foster, Prop. DEPENDABLE SERVICE 20 Salem St. Reading, Mass. Tel. Reading 0010 Tel. 1160 5 Ash St. � WALTER G. AINSWORTH HEATING CONTRACTOR Nu-Way Oil Burners Taft and Wonderheat Range Burners TUXEDOS For Hire Buy that growing hoy a good, used Tuxedo for Christmas. Prices as low as $15.00 Read White 111 Summer St. 93 Mass. Ave. Boston Watch for our weekly special in ice cream. TORRE’S READING SQUARE Buy Your School Supplies at M. F. CHARLES AUSTIN’S LUNCH Reading Square QUALITY NOT QUANTITY Week Days—Open 5 a. m. to 1 a. m. Sundays, Holidays—Open 7 a. m. to 1 a. m. 1 I � l CRESCENT LAUNDRY Wakefield Mass. Tel. Crystal 100 Economical Family Bundles Our Specialty. 2tt years continuous service in Reading. Wintlirop L. Cutcliffe INSURANCE OF ALT KINDS Boston 126 State St. Hubbard 4162 Reading 30 Locust St. Reading 0542-R COMPLIMENTS of the READING Hi-Y A RANGE THAT SAVES STEPS— Think of having ample table space right at hand—space that one hand can reach while the other is busy with the stirring spoon—space that is used a hundred times a day and not a single step required to reach it. The New Universal Electric Range gives you CONSTRUCTION — SPEED — ECONOMY READING MUNICIPAL LIGHT DEPT. Reading 177 Main Street Massa husrf.s Phone Reading 1340 A A II 5V T H E PIONEER CHRISTMAS NUMBER This number we dedicate to the loyal group of students who have made possible this issue of the school paper by their generous financial support. s Slf 3| SV Editor-in-chief Herman Creiger ’33 Assistant Editor Harold Doucette ’33 Associate Editors Charlotte Currier ’34 Helen Doner ’34 Florence Otis ’34 Literary Editors Catherine Gordon ’34 Gardner Knapp ’35 William Mooney ’35 Leora Richardson ’33 Dean Rounds ’34 Ruth Scholz ’34 Jean Temple ’34 News Editor Wilma Haley ’33 Athletic Editors Natalie Cate ’33 Herman Creiger ’33 Art Editors George Hyde ’33 Betty Mitchell ’34 Typist Dorothy Symonds ’33 Business Managers Clark Robinson ’33 Paul MacDonald ’34 Faculty Advisers Helen England Frances Greenhai.gh Luke Halpin Hermon T. Wheeler READING PUBLIC LIBRARY READING, MASSACHUSETTS EDITORIALS GOLDEN TIME Have you ever really considered the future value of your education? To you, the student of today it may mean a great deal: success in later life, social back¬ ground, and culture, or it may mean blighted hopes and failure in the world of tomorrow. The degree of edu¬ cation you receive depends entirely upon yourself, your altitude toward school, and the amount of time you spend in performance of your assigned task. The study periods, which some utilize for social purposes, might well be made profitable by a little con¬ centration on the age old maxim, “Time is golden.” Re¬ member the idling student of today becomes “the man in the street of the recurring depressions of tomorrow. The custom of students to leave for pre-class study periods, homework, which might easily have been done at the proper time, usually results in hasty and incom¬ plete preparation and oftentimes a failure in classwork. These factors all help to determine, in the final analysis, whether you will gel the utmost value from your education. It is not entirely the book of knowledge vou receive, but the way in which you apply the lessons of experience which you have learned in your school jears by which you may estimate the consummate value of your education. To you, the coming generation, the world will turn, in a few j short years for her leaders in great industries, government, and here at home, in the role of everyday citizens; the extent of your ability to respond to her appeal will depend upon the value you place, today, as a student, upon your education, and the time you are willing to invest today, to reap the dividends of the future. Herman Creiger 33 YOUR BIT FOR YOUR SCHOOL “To love a little, read a little And smile a little too. To greet a friend and help a friend And he a friend thats true. “Have you done your hit?” is a question often asked today. Can you really say that you have? If not, why not stop and consider what it would mean it you had shared yourself? Have you done your hit by being friendly to all? Have you lent a friendly smile or a sympathetic glance to a classmate? Often a mere smile gives a spark of light to a lonely soul. Have you done your hit for your school? Have vou supported your school activities or left their doing to just a few? Your school and your classmates are begging for your assistance. Think of others as well as yourself. Support “The Pioneer either by subscrib¬ ing to it or by submitting articles. Support your A. A. Association and cheer a losing team. Often one more “whoop’ helps a team to win. Support your school not necessarily by money hut by enthusiasm. Help cheer¬ fully in everything, for there’s surely lots of fun await¬ ing you. If you have done your bit in a willing way, you are above reproof, and Reading High School is proud of your co-operation. Catherine Gordon ’34 THE PSYCHOLOGY OF SUCCESS A man was once walking along a street in a large city when suddenly he saw a sign which said, “Brains cleaned, come inside.” Being of an inquisitive nature, he entered, and asked the shopkeeper about this sign. He found that here brains were removed, cleaned, oiled, and replaced, so he decided to leave his brains to be thus repaired and agreed to return for them within three days. Ten days later the shopkeeper met this man on the street and asked him why he had not returned for his brains. The man replied as follows: “When I left my brains with you, I was running for office, now I have been elected and I shall have to vote as my party tells me. Give them to someone who has more need of them.” However, this is a day when there is a great de¬ mand for clear thinking, originating, and planning. Everyone needs all available brains, and brains that have been made sharp and effective for success; only he who can syndicate all his forces can succeed. What is success? Some say the accomplishment of anything undertaken. Although an idea formed by one so unexperienced may be considered inadequate, I would say that success should be measured by work done, w ; ealth produced, culture attained, character real¬ ized, happiness given, influence exerted, and service rendered. “The Psychology of Success” begins with one’s an¬ cestry. “Blood does tell,” but we cannot help our birth; we are here and must make the best of it. In the next place we must recognize material. Everyone is endowed with memory, imagination, reason, censes, will, the makings of success. Why should one have the destiny of a worm? Next, one should learn to organize the powers of the mind and will to his best activity and ability. De¬ termination, will power, hesitation, and depreciation, have made obscure men the greatest characters in his¬ tory. In every way we should train by study and ap- plication and by this have the best chance of prefer¬ ment. Another factor of success is self-control; this should be continually practiced at all times, in all its phases. Again by the “Psychology of Success we do not mean that we must achieve something spectacular to have been a success: everyone cannot be a leader! “The Psychology of Success” recognizes the value of time; minutes are precious and time wasted is time lost. Gather up the bits of time and opportunity lying about and use them to some advantage. Your success has been foreordained, its psychology lies in your hands, and it is up to you to make your success a success. Helen Doner ' 34 STORIES MISTAKEN IDENTITY For such a dismal night there was considerable traffic surging through the narrow main street of a large sea-port, situated on the southern coast of Maine. Two high-school boys stood under the awning of “Pete’s Shoe-Shining Emporium,” and watched the people hur¬ rying by. Parker Anley, the taller of the two, was a bulky individual with ruddy and amiable features. He pulled up his collar and spoke in his rough voice: “I guess a lot of this traffic is because of the trial Monday, Jeff.” Jeff Norris shrugged his shoulders. “Eve always wanted to see a murder trial, but this is the first chance I’ve ever had.” He was short and stocky, and as he stood beside the massive Parker, he seemed like a mere dwarf. “Well, we’ ve been waiting long enough for that bus,” grunted Jeff. “Let’s start walking. “Wait a minute,” interposed Anley. “You know we haven’t been living in this place very long, and I’ve always heard that down around the docks is the tough¬ est place in this city. The cops used to have plenty of trouble down around there.” He paused. “What do you say, let’s take a walk down there, and see what it • O 9? is: “Well—started Norris. He glanced at the sturdy, powerful figure beside him. Surely, he thought, here was enough protection if it would be needed. Then he laughed. “Let’s go.” They eased their way across the street and down a narrower and darker one, upon which the tall, dirty, close-packed houses blotted out the light from the main street. As they descended, the darkness became denser and the wind, which they had hitherto hardly noticed, seemed to have doubled its velocity, whistling around the corners of the dark and dreary buildings. The street lights, few and far between, wavered and blinked, some¬ times threatening to go out altogether. The two adven¬ turers turned down another equally narrow, dark, and dank street, the sides of which were flanked with dark and deserted business establishments and fisheries. Sometimes between these buildings were narrow alley- ways enveloped in inky blackness. Here and there a dog greeted the two with loud howls, which pierced the silence of the vicinity. Suddenly there was a startling crash directly be¬ hind them. Jeff froze; but Anley only laughed. I hat was a shingle that blew off someone’s roof,” he explained. They had proceeded but a few yards when they were again startled by a rat, scurrying across the street, while a pile of newspapers unnerved them by rustling and forming grotesque shapes in an alleyway. “Hey,” whispered Jeff hoarsely, “let’s go in that lunch room on the corner and get something to eat. Pm hungry.” “Come on,” agreed Anley. A few minutes later, they emerged from the musty lunchroom, and Anley pulled Jeff to him. “Say,” he whispered, “did you see those two birds at the corner table talking?” “Yeah, and did you see the way they looked at us?” queried Jeff anxiously. “Oh, that’s only our imagination,” concluded Anley. A few hundred yards ahead of them was a particu¬ larly dark and gloomy alleyway, between two huge fish¬ eries. The two boys approached it unhesitantly but un¬ easily. They just reached the center of the alleyway when Parker glanced over his shoulder. “Look out!” Jeff yelled. There was a sickening thud, and both boys crump¬ led senseless to the pavement. A small launch sped out of the harbor and by the breakwater, diving and plunging in the choppy waves. In the wheelhouse, two rough looking individuals were conversing in hoarse voices. One, a tall dark fellow, expertly guided the boat through the water. “I tell you, these are the kids who saw us that night,” he growled. The other was about the same build. He shifted his position and looked down the hatch. “Well, if we keep ’em out there until the trial’s through, the dicks’ll never know our gang pulled the job until we’ve beat it. But,” he added, “if they aren’t the ones, everything’s going to be found out.” “I told you, the other repeated, “they are! One was tail and heavy and the other was short. I’d know ' em anywhere.” “Maybe—,’ the other was doubtful. The sea became calmer as the boat rounded a head¬ land and coasted into a small cove. “That’s Joe in the car up on the road,” said the tall one. “He’ll be glad to see these kids.” The other one said nothing but guided the craft over to a small float and shut off the motor. “They’re still unconscious,” called the tall one. “Gimme a lift here and let’s take ’em out.” When Jeff awoke, he found himself lying on a cot in a sparsely furnished room. Anley was standing over him. “How’re you feeling, Jeff?” he asked eagerly. Jeff raised himself on one elbow. “Hey, where are we? Let’s get out of here,” he spoke feebly and with an attempt at seeming perfectly well. Anley ignored his attitude. “A fellow just came in and told me to keep quiet and not to try anything funny, and we ' d be out of here in a few days, he explained. “There’s no windows in this room. I don’t know where we are or what happened after you yelled last night, he added. “I don ' t know about you, but my head feels kind of pushed in,” groaned Jeff. “Let’s look around, he started, but fell back. “Not yet though. The door opened and a tall, obviously foreign but well-dressed man stepped up to them. “Sorry we’ve got to detain you boys for a few days. You got yourselves into our business and if you don’t start anything, we’ll treat you okay and you ' ll be out of here in a little while.” He smiled coldly and left. Three days later, Jeff was sitting disconsolately on the cot, while Anley paced stolidly up and down the room. Anley spoke. “Say, I’ll go crazy if I have to stay here much longer,” he growled. Jeff smiled helplessly. “You‘re telling me,’ he muttered. “Ow! Doggone that bed,’ grumbled Anley. “That’s the fifth time I ' ve banged my foot against it. He jumped. “Hey, there’s an envelope lying under it, Jeff!” “Oh, what of it?” Jeff groaned. “What of it?” he yelled, “Look at these bills and papers—wait a minute, someone’s coming. Put them in your pocket!” The door opened. “Come on, you kids. We’ve only wasted our time on you. Hurry up. It was the tall man. He led them to a driveway where a car was waiting, pushed them in, and bound and blindfolded them. Half an hour later, they reached the outskirts of the city where the driver pushed them out and sped away. Three hours later, they stood at the sergeant s desk in the police headquarters. The sergeant was speaking. “Say, you two lads have handed us something! I hose witnesses that the gang mistook you for, told plenty, but these papers you found certainly clear up everything. That bunch will be rounded up in an hour!” Anley grinned, “Well, we were looking for excite¬ ment that night anyway, but I guess we’ve had enough for a while.” “Yeah, agreed Jeff, “for a little while anyway.” George Hyde ’33 PATRICIA FACES LIFE “Mother!” shrieked Patricia, slamming down her ancient history, “I can’t bear this homework any longer! I won’t go to school! I’m going to get a job! I’m old enough—almost seventeen! ” Mrs. Markham was a wise woman. She raised her eyes and looked at daughter forlornly hunched over the dining room table. “Very well, Patricia, although I’d prefer you to finish school—go to work if you wish!” Patricia joyfully raced up stairs and looked ap¬ provingly at her mirrored reflexion. Her nose had a saucy, becoming tilt, and her ash blonde curls danced merrily about her face. “I look at least eighteen or maybe twenty,” she thought. “It ' ll be a cinch to get a job!” “Goodby, Mother dear,” she said, the next morn¬ ing, with a hasty kiss which left a suspicious red smutch on her mother’s cheek. “When I come home, I ' ll have a job ! I’ll be earning my own money! ’Bye!” “Good luck, dear,” smiled Mrs. Markham. Patricia barely caught the 8.30, and with a little thrill of excitement she settled importantly down in a huge, green velvet seat and opened the morning paper. Her heart lept as she spied the “Female Help Wanted.” Wanted: A young lady to tutor boy of ten. References required. Apply J. A. Astorbilt, 335 Bea¬ con street. “There’s my job.” said Patricia confidently. Soon she found herself mounting the huge stone steps of the Astorbilt’s mansion. In answer to her timid ring a butler, whose nose, Patricia thought, was turned up at an amazingly startling angle, opened the door and ushered her into a palatial room, the walls of which were adorned with beautiful tapestries. Sinking stiffly into a massive over-stuffed chair, Patricia knew she could never feel at home in such a place. A tremor of fright filled her when Mrs. Astorbilt walking haughtily into the room. She gave Patricia a forced patronizing smile and said, “So you wish to tutor my son, Charles? “Yes, I should he delighted to,” Patricia said this my son Charles? ’ “I suppose you speak French. ' ' “Y-yes,” quavered the girl with a sinking feeling as she remembered her last report in her two years French. I have studied French. “What school have you graduated from, may 1 ask?” “Er-er I haven’t graduated from any yet,” Patricia stammered truthfully, “but— ’ She was interrupted, however, by Mrs. Astorbilt, “Not even from high school? I’m sorry, but you won ' t do. James, show this young lady out. Patricia stumbled blindly down the steps, fighting back the tears. Her disappointment was keen! “That hateful, supercilious old cat!’’ she thought. The next place she tried was on the poorer side of the city. She rapped at the door of a dilapidated old house which hadn ' t seen paint for many years. A tired- looking woman with scraggly hair opened the door, fol¬ lowed by three small children, two of which clung to her skirts. Somewhere above, the lusty howling of a baby was heard. “Did you advertise for a Mother’s Helper? asked Patricia smiling. “Shure! And come right in, dearie, cried the woman enthusiastically. “Now all ye 11 have to do is take care of the baby and kinda mind Peter and Tommy, do the dishes, mop up the floors, and maybe get the din¬ ner and do the baby’s washin’, and stay in wance in a while evenin’s so’s I kin git to the movies. Ye’ll git $2.50 a week! Patricia shifted uncomfortably, “I’m sorry but I don’t think I want this position.” “We-ell if you’re so lazy, what are you lookin’ fer a job fer? Git along with ye!” The girl scurried down the shaky wooden steps. Patricia decided that that wasn’t her line of work anyway. “Even if I did flunk my last exam in shorthand, she thought, “maybe I could get this job as stenogra¬ pher.” She entered the huge building on a prominent business corner of the city and was directed to a frostod glass door upon which were the forbidding words J. P. Martin—Private. She boldly knocked and a gruff voice snapped, “Come in!” The door squeaked, and Patricia entered with faltering steps and found herself gazing into the steely gray eyes of a man about sixty. “Well!” he growled, “What do you want?” “I heard you needed a stenographer, sir, and I thought—” “Well, you thought wrong! I can tell just to look at you that you won’t do! Patricia felt weak and furi¬ ous! “You’re much too young,” continued Mr. Martin. “We take no one under twenty here! Have you gradua¬ ted from high school?” “N-no, sir” quavered Patricia. “Hah! 1 thought so! His grey eyes began to twinkle. “Well, come back in 1940 and I may consider you. Patricia backed out with a loud chuckle following her through the door. Was she to go home defeated? It was now afternoon, and the girl felt that she could even eat spinach which she ordinarily detested. Seeing a large cafeteria down the street, she sped toward it. A gleam of hope burned in her heart as she saw a sign in the window: “Waitress Wanted” Patricia flew T inside and said to the cashier, “I’ve come to apply for the job. Where can I find the manager please?” “Over there, girlie,” said the cashier pointing to an enormous florid man. Patricia couldn ' t help com¬ paring him with a piece of beef. “Sir, I’ve come to apply for the job!” she said eagerly. “Well, sister, you’re 0. K. Go out in the kitchen and get on an apron. All you 11 have to do is clear off the tables—you ' ll get twenty cents an hour.” Patricia didn’t li ke the way he looked at her. Hurrying to the kitchen, she donned a large blue apron which completely engulfed her. Seizing a large tray, she proudly made her way to the dining room. “Working in a cafeteria, isn’t so bad, thought Patricia, carrying away her sixth tray. A handsome young man at a table nearby smiled at her. Patricia glowed. Could he be Clark Gable she wondered ? CRASH! Patricia barely caught herself but the tray of dishes had clattered to the floor. Little rivulets of soup ran in all directions. The young man was laugh¬ ing relentlessly. How she hated him! The “Hunk of Beef” strode menacingly toward her. “Clean up that mess, and then you ' re fired! he bellowed. At six-thirty the doorbell of the Markham home shrilled. Mrs. Markham, greatly relieved, flew to the door and clasped a sobbing, pathetic little figure in her arm s. “I got a-a job as a waitress, but I-I got fired!” “Never mind, dear,” consoled Mrs. Markham. “Come and eat your supper. One hour later found Patricia happily hunched over the dining room table, a tried but much wiser girl. Natalie Waitt ’34 THAT NIGHT So you would like to know 7 what my greatest thrill was, eh ? Well, being a patrolman on the New York Police Force, Eve had many a thrill, for a policeman is constantly encountering dangers. The greatest thrill I ever received was in a haunted house in Hayville, Maine. Now r I don’t mind facing a murderous gangster and maintaining law and order, but I’d rather be scorch¬ ed by the fires of Hades, than to be confronted by a ghost. This so-called thrill occurred during the summer of last year. I had received a two weeks’ vacation and decide d to spend them in Maine with Harry Rader, an old school-mate of mine. He was a pleasant-faced chap of about thirty. He was a likeable and somewhat lazy fellow, who spent most of his time fishing and gunning. Harry and 1 went on many fishing trips together. here fishing is concerned I never seem to have any luck, hut I might as well admit that I am no fisherman. In the evening we would sit before a cheery fire in a massive stone fireplace and chat or read. On one of these pleasant evenings our conversation turned to ghosts, spooks, and what have you. Harry told me of an old, dilapidated house that belonged to an old man named Craven, who had died quite recently. Craven spent the latter part of his life in solitude. He was some¬ what “batty,” as one might say, and did rather queer things. Ever since his death a few years ago, the in¬ habitants of Hayville declared his home haunted, which I declared to be the “bunk.” Harry told me that more than one person who attempted to remain in that house overnight left it w ell before the rays of Old Sol shot over the distant hills to lighten the quaint old town of Hayville. Believing that Harry was only joking, I fool¬ ishly made a wager with him that I would spend a night in Old Man Craven ' s house, and never will I forget that night. On the following evening I set out for the haunted house accompanied by Harry. When we arrived there, Harry left me, and 1 was alone, as I thought at that moment, for the night. The house was a rickety affair with ivy clinging to its weather-beaten sides. I opened the front door, which was fortunately unlocked, and en¬ tered a long dusty corridor with a flight of stairs on one side and two doors on the other side, one opening into a closet, the other leading into a living room. At the end of the hall was a door opening into a small empty kitchen. I entered the dismal living room. It had very little furnishings and those that it did have looked as though they would fall apart at the slightest touch. There was a small fireplace, which I decided to make use of, and so, breaking a chair, which I had no authority to do, and using it for fuel, I soon had a merry fire blazing. Desiring to pass the time by reading, I selected a book from an old dusty bookcase. I seated myself near the fireplace and read by means of the light cast off by the fire in the stone fireplace. It was w r ell along towards midnight when, suddenly, I heard a queer noise coming from one of the upper rooms. It w T as a kind of grating noise, and the flicker¬ ing shadows cast by the fire seemed to add weirdness to it. Again that noise came to my ears, but this time it was nearer, for the creator of that uncanny sound w 7 as descending the stairs into the hall. I wanted to leave the infernal house, but I could not leave the living room without first going into the hall. Beads of perspiration stood upon my brow and as I drew my hand across my forehead, it felt cold and clammy. Shivers seemed to he running up and down my spine. However, I soon collected my senses. Seizing my flashlight and service revolver, which I always carried on my person. I moved toward the door, determined to fight it out with this “spook. When I opened the door. I discovered, much to my astonishment, nut a ghost hut an aged cat with a long but light chain attached to its tail. I grinned with a foolish look upon my face when I realized how frightened I had been at only a cat, but inwardly I felt a great sensation of relief surge through my body. I removed the chain from the cat’s tail and noticed that the chain was new. This arrangement was, I considered, some boyish prank. Realizing that it was rather late, I decided to “snatch a few winks,” and so I made use of an old cot in the living room. 1 was awakened from my sleep at about three o ' clock by a queer, humming noise in the cellar. Then I heard the unmistakable voices of men, and I decided to investigate. I went through the kitchen and softly opened the cellar door. 1 did not dare use my flashlight for fear of attracting their attention. Then with revolver in hand, I descended the stairs. In the far side of the cellar five men were engaged in the opera¬ tion of a printing press. They did not discover my pres¬ ence nor did they realize it till I had overtaken half the distance which lay between us. With hateful curses they raised their hands, while I threatened them with a menacing revolver. Then it dawned upon me that these men were counterfeiters and this cellar was their hide¬ away. The cat and chain was a method which they used in giving the inhabitants of Hayville the impres¬ sion that the house was haunted. I also noticed that the windows were sealed, emitting no light. At that moment I was attacked from behind. A blow intended for my head was received on my arm. The shock of the blow was so great that the gun was knocked from my hand, discharging at the same time. In the confusion that followed, a table upon which a light rest¬ ed was knocked over and the light was extinguished. Someone lit up the cellar with a flashlight. I scrambled up the rickety staircase with the thieves at my heels. With a sigh of dismay I discovered the door leading from the cellar to be shut tight. Turning, I let the near¬ est man to me feel my shoe in his midsection . He top¬ pled back against the man behind him, and together they fell the length of the stairs. I descended about one half the stairs, and meeting a thief, who was coming for me, I jumped over the railing into the midst of the remain¬ ing three, and together we fell in a heap. Through sheer luck I managed to free myself, and, seeing my gun, still lying where it had fallen, I seized it and covered the badly shaken up gang. I led them out into the street, where a crowd, in various states of dress, had collected upon hearing the discharge of my revolver. The “crooks” were led dow ' n to the county jail and turned over to the sheriff. I departed for Harry’s home to spend the remainder of the evening in blessed slumber. William Greene ’33 “PENNY-WISE, POUND-FOOLISH” Mr. Clyde Maxwell, a prosperous produce-market man and postmaster of the little town of Brownsville, Kentucky, was not on very good terms with his neigh- hor, Prince Sanborn, a farmer of ordinary means. In fact, they were at a point of hostility where neither one would hesitate to take advantage of any device or op¬ portunity, that did not overstep the law too much, by which the one could harm or annoy the other. This very undesirable feeling developed through a family feud, which had existed for a good many years. Now, it so happened that both men saw, in the Hopkington Evening News of the l()th of September, 1932, an advertisement staling that a certain concern needed fifty barrels of potatoes in order to fulfill a ship¬ ment, and that a good price would be paid, for they had fallen short on an order which had to be on its way within a day or two. Sanborn, needing every cent that he could get, determined that he should be the one from whom the company procured its order. Sanborn also realized that that amount of potatoes would have to come either from his farm or from that of Maxwell. Deter¬ mined as he was, and greatly chagrined by his previous defeats in sales by Maxwell, Sanborn vowed that he would get the better of his despised neighbor in this deal. He tried to think of a means whereby he could keep Maxwell’s load from reaching the concern before bis own, without causing serious harm to anyone, for which he himself might be held responsible. Of course, all th is planning was done in case Maxwell sent a load, and Sanborn felt pretty sure he would. And so it was, that on the next day Sanborn, about ready to start with his load, saw Maxwell’s hired man, Johnson, drive past with a load of potatoes. Fearing that he might be beaten again in a sale, Sanborn was taken with a fit of jealous anger and swore that his would be the load which was sold. So, following madly, soon after Johnson, Sanborn in a little while caught sight of and overtook Johnson’s truck. Scarcely con¬ scious of what he was doing Sanborn swung out from behind Johnson’s truck and cut in again right in front of Johnson. Johnson, not realizing what was happen¬ ing, turned quickly to the right to avoid being struck by this mad driver and crashed into a tree. Sanborn, still wild with frenzy, drove on to Hopkington. It was not until he was on his way home, that his fiendish delight of victory subsided and his conscience began to function. What had happene l to Johnson? Did Johnson recognize his assailant? Questions like these popped up in Sanborn’s mind. He dared not go back past the scene of the accident. So he took a round¬ about route home, hoping that he w as unsuspected. What if it were discovered that he had intended to prohibit Maxwell’s load from reaching its destination before his did? What then? He dared not think of what might happen, for Maxwell was a prosperous man and quite influential in the affairs of the county. Of course, it w r as a trivial matter, he tried to persuade himself, but then he could not help thinking what Maxwell might make of it. When he arrived home, he could see that there was a good deal of commotion going on at Maxwell’s place, and he decided that the best course of events that he could follow ' was to go on about bis customary work and pretend to be ignorant of the whole business. So, that night, which was Saturday, he went to town. He no sooner arrived in town than he was accosted by some of the men and asked what he knew about the death of Johnson. The death of Johnson! The words electri¬ fied Sanborn. Could it be that Johnson had been killed in the accident? “No, no,” he told himself, “it must have been from some other cause. Sanborn caught himself, for he knew this was a critical moment. “John¬ son,” he explained aloud, “no, I don’t know nuthin’ about it, ’cause course you boys know how me and Maxwell stand. I noticed quite a lot of commotion up to Maxwell’s place, but I didn’t know what it was all about. So Johnson’s dead, is he? That’s sure tough. What did he die of, anyhow?” Then they explained to him how Johnson had been forced off the road by some mad hit-and-run driver and had crashed into a tree. Soon after he was discovered, he died, for he had received a fatal blow in the accident. Before Johnson died, he stated that it had all happened so suddenly that he had been unable to recognize the truck or driver. At this last information Sanborn gave an inward sigh of relief, but, even at that, he desired to get away from the crowd as soon as possible. This he did, explaining to a few that he had just come down for a little while anyway, for he had to get back to finish up a few chores in and about the house. When he got home where it was quiet and he could think straight, or at least try to thing straight, he didn’t know just what plan to follow. To think he had killed a man, and all for a few paltry potatoes and a little money, was enough to drive him almost crazy. Why, all he ever intended to do was maybe to drive Johnson off into the soft sand where he would get ditched for only a few minutes at the most. And then to think of the way it ended. He, a murderer! No, he couldn’t think of that. He must get a lawyer in order to be pre¬ pared for whatever way the storm might blow. Yes, he would write at once to that lawyer that he had heard about, the one who, although he wasn’t just exactly no¬ ted for his uprightness, almost always won his case. Sanborn must find his way out no matter what the expense was, for he couldn’t be labeled a murderer in the eyes of men. And so it was that a Mr. John Davis, lawyer, received a very urgent letter from one Prince Sanborn of Brownsville, begging that he come as soon and as inconspicuously as he could conveniently. Meanwhile Mr. Clyde Maxwell, who had a mind and an imagination of his own, had been secretly watch¬ ing every move of Sanborn’s. A couple of days after Sanborn had sent his letter, still unawa re of any suspicion towards him and yet afraid of what might develop, Sanborn was summoned to his door by the jingling of the bell. A well-dressed man stood there with brief case in hand. “Is this the residence of Mr. Prince Sanborn?” he inquried, and when answered in the affirmative and asked to step in, he explained that he was Mr. John Davis and requested what the important business was. Sanborn showed him into the parlor relieved that he now had someone to whom he could pour forth his pent-up troubles. After they were seated and had light¬ ed their cigars, Sanborn delved into the story. He ex¬ plained all the circumstances, the lawyer asking him questions or giving his opinion now and then. When the interview w as over, the lawyer stated that he thought he would not remain in town, for that might excite un¬ desirable suspicion. After the lawyer left, Sanborn gave another sigh of relief, for he felt that now he was safer with an experienced lawyer prepared to handle the case. The next day Sanborn was again called to the door. There he encountered another man who wanted to know if Prince Sanborn lived there. Sanborn answered, “Yes, I am Mr. Sanborn.” The man returned, “Well, I am Mr. Davis, you know, John Davis, the lawyer.” “Not really Mr. Davis, the lawyer from Brooks- field,” he finally managed to stammer, after gazing blankly at Davis for fully a minute. “Yes,” responded the man, “and here is the letter you sent me urging me to come immediately. What’s the matter? I came as soon as 1 could. “Nothing,” choked Sanborn as he burst into hy¬ sterical half sob and half laugh, “nothing —much. ' He realized that Maxwell had again tricked him, for Max¬ well, evidently having seen the letter addressed to Mr. Davis, had become all the more suspicious, and having made a pretty good estimate as to what the letter con¬ tained, had sent his own lawyer to Sanborn instead. And so, if you want to locate Mr. Prince Sanborn within the next few- years, just address the Kentucky- State Penitentiary. Paul Herrick ’33 TWINS AND A WOMAN John and James Bryon were twins. They looked exactly alike; they wore the same clothes, were the same height, and talked alike. Both John and James played tennis, and both were good dancers. But there was a difference, and that was that John was shy, stu¬ dious, and quiet, while James was “Jimmie” to every¬ one, never was quiet, never studied and was anything but shy. During the day, John and James were alway together, but at night John studied, while James went out . They were at the University of T—. It was a large school, but James seemed to know everyone, and John knew very few Completing his studies early one evening, and not feeling very tired. John decided to take a short walk. By himself, as usual, he started off. Just as he got out thie door, a snappy roadster drew up to the curb. door was swung open, and a feminine voice called, “Oh, Jimmie.” John got very red and stammered, I-I beg your pardon. “Why, James Bryon, don ' t you try to high-hat me.” The voice sounded strangely familiar, so John looked out of the corner of his eye. It was Georgia Darrell, the Dean’s daughter. This only served to make John more embarressed. “Get in here,” came the command from the car. “ es, ' said John meekly, and he climbed in. Off they went, and for two hours John sat, too em¬ barrassed to say anything. Finally in anger the girl exclaimed, “Well, say something. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, walking out on my party last night without saying a word.” “I-I, stammered John. “And not only that,” broke in the girl, “but you didn’t keep the date we had for tonight. I’m through. This is the last time we’ll go out together. Here’s your frat. pin and ring.” With that oration, she handed him the pin and ring, and started the car. John didn’t know what to do; so he sat there. As they neared his dormitory, she stopped the car and exclaimed, “This is the last stop for you.” John got out, and lifting his hat, replied, “Thank you, goodnight.” The young lady glared at him, shifted viciously, and the car roared aw-ay. John stood in the middle of the road, with his hat in one hand, and a ring and pin in the other. In a daze he went up to his room. With a sigh of relief he sank down on the bed. As he picked up a book to study, Jimmie burst in. “You’re a nice fellow!” blurted Jim. “You stay home pretending to study, until I go out, then you sneak out to a date with my girl. You’re a fine brother. I suppose you’ve been doing this behind my back ever since I met her. “We—I mean I,” started John. “Aw, keep quiet,” snapped Jim. “I’m leaving. Get that; we’re not room-mates any longer. We’re all through.” As he said that, he grabbed up a few clothes and stamped out, slamming the door after him. John sat there. He had never seen his brother so angry. But what could he do? He had to do something, so he went to bed. The next day John made several attempts to see Georgia, but she avoided him. After his last class he went for a walk. When he returned to his room, he found that Jimmie had moved all his things. “What shall I do?” thought John aloud. He sat down and wrote Georgia a letter explaining everything. He sealed it and gave it to one of. the fel¬ lows to deliver. In about an hour, he got a reply. He had made things all wrong again by signing J. Bryon to the note, and she thought Jimmie had written it. The next morning John awoke, full of determina¬ tion. In his mind, he visualized himself straightening everything. He would go over to Jimmie’s new room at the gym, and tell him all about it. John was of the opinon that if J im understood, he would fix it up with Georgia. So John dashed over to the gym and ran up to Jimmie’s room. He knocked and called, “Hey, Jim. ' “Who is it? came back a voice. “John.” “Aw, go away. Don’t bother me,’ yelled Jimmie. “But 1 want to explain,” pleaded John “Bunk,” razzed Jimmie. “It’s taken you quite a while to think up a good excuse. “But it’s the truth. “Go away. I’m busy. John left. All his planning was to no avail. He decided to go back to his room and study. In his room in the gym, Jimmie suddenly felt sorry for John. After all, he reasoned, it was a rather mean trick, not to listen to his brother’s story. For all he knew, it might have been just a casual meeting of his brother and Georgia. So he ran out of the building, and saw John on the other side of the street. He dashed out into the street, and ran in front of a speeding car. The driver, who could not avoid hitting him, jumped out and with the help of a student got Jimmie into the car, and drove to a hospital. At the hospital they found Jimmie had a broken leg. All this time John was plodding along deep in thought. He didn’t even notice the car speeding by him with Jimmie in it. In a fog, he wandered to his room, where he sat gazing at the w r allpaper wondering what to do. He finally stirred himself and went out. He noticed a group of fellows talking excitedly about some¬ thing so he wandered up to them. One of the fellows, upon seeing him, ran over and asked, “How’s Jimmie? Is he badly hurt? John looked at him sharply. “Well, what’s the joke?” he asked. “What do you mean?” the group questioned. “Don’t you know that Jimmie was hit by a car?” “No!” replied John. “Well, where have you been all afternoon? He’s over at the hospital.” Over to the hospital rushed John. He ran into the building and up to the nurse. “What room is James Bryon in? he panted. “Room 23, second floor,” came the reply. Up went John, two steps at a time. Just before the door with the number 23, he hesitated. Inside the room he heard voices. One of them he recognized as Jim- rie’s. The other seemed very familiar John pushed the door open and looked in With growing wonder he saw Geargia sitting on the side of the bed, holding Jimmie’s hand John stared for a moment, then slowly closed the door. With an expression of relief on his face, he said to the world in general, “Love is the bunk. Love is—, well ,it just is. Now, where’s that English book I put in my pocket to study ? Joseph Mills, Post Graduate CHECKMATE IN ONE MOVE The hearth fire burned more brightly as Anderson threw a fresh log between the andirons. He returned to the chess table and sat down. “Well?” he questioned his friend, “have you de¬ cided? “I have it.” replied Marston. “Checkmate in one more move.” So saying he advanced his black rook to the white king’s square. As he took his hand from the piece, a square alongside sank into the table. “What happened? exclaimed Marston. “Oh,” laughed Anderson, “this is an unusual chess table. There is a secret compartment in it which was built by an ancestor of mine when he made the table. When the pieces are set up in the right combination, as you just did, their weight causes that square to open. There is also an interesting story connected with this table. Would you like to hear it?” “Why, yes, Marston replied. “Clifford Anderson, my ancestor,” his host com¬ menced, “was a young officer in General Washington’s army, an aide. One morning he was called into the general’s quarters and asked to carry a very important order to a part of the American forces that was separa¬ ted from the main army by the British forces. It hap¬ pened that his own brother James Anderson was in command at this point.” As the way lay through the British lines Clifford decided to lay aside his uniform and go in civilian clothes. His route took him through the captured town where he lived, and he arrived there at nightfall. He planned to stop at his home for a brief rest and then continue his journey. Reaching the outskirts of the village, he left the road and cut through the fields, certain that he had been unobserved. He would have changed his mind, how¬ ever, had he known that a boy had seen his dark figure riding through the fields and had hastened to the nearest British sentry to report it. He knocked on the back door of his family house, and the old negro servant who answered was very much surprised. While the black hastened to get some supper for this young master, Anderson threw himself into a great chair before the crackling fire and closed his eyes, thinking how fortunate he was to have passed into the British lines without being seen. His thoughts were rudely interrupted, however, by the old darkey who burst into the room. “Massa Cliff!” he cried excitedly. “Oh, Massa Cliff! Dar’s some Redcoats a-eomin down the road, an ' I’se sure they be coinin’ here!” Anderson jumped to his feet and strode to the window. The negro was right. A body of horsemen were coming down the road, and even in the gloom he knew them for British soldiers. Instantly his thought was of the dispatch which he bore. There was not time to saddle his horse and escape and that message must not be taken. His eye fell on the chess table in the corner of the room, which contained a secret hiding place, of which only he and his brother James knew. Quickly getting out the chess pieces, he set them up in such a way as to open the square. Into it he thrust the dispatch, then closed the table. As he finished, there came a loud knocking at the door. “Shall I let them in, Massa Cliff?” the old man asked. “Yes. Anderson replied. “I suppose we might as well.” As the soldiers entered, Clifford arose and greeted them. “Good evening, gentlemen,” he said. “What can 1 do for you?” “We have been informed, said the British captain, “that a man was seen to enter this house from the rear, a short time ago. It is my duty to keep track of the movements of all strangers who enter our lines. Do you know anything about this matter?” “I can explain that easily.” Anderson informed him. “It was I who came in. This is my home. I am Clifford Anderson and live here. I have been away for some time on a matter of business and but returned tonight.” At this moment the door opened and a figure came in, his fat face red with exertion. “You-you went too fast for me, captain.” he puffed, addressing his British superior. “I can’t ride so well as you.” His gaze fell upon Anderson, and he stopped and stared. “Bless my soul!” he exclaimed. “If it ain’t Cliff Anderson! Where’s your uniform?” “Uniform?” questioned the British officer. “What do you mean?” The Tory, who was a neighbor of Anderson, ex¬ plained to the interested Redcoats that Clifford was an officer in Washington’s army. “Is this true, sir?” the captain questioned, turning to face Clifford. Anderson nodded. “Then that put’s a different light on the matter,” the officer continued. “You are a soldier, yet we find you here dressed as a civilian. That, sir, makes you a spy. He may bear secret dispatches. Search him, I ” men! Two of the soldiers searched Anderson from top to toe but failed to fin d anything. Next they turned their attention to the house, but with no better luck. “Shall we lake him back to headquarters, cap¬ tain?” asked one of his guards. “No,” that officer replied. “We haven t time. My orders are to inspect all of our lines tonight. There’s no doubt that the fellow’s a spy. A stout rope will do the trick. I noticed an oak tree in front of the house as we came in. Tw o of you get a rope over a limb.” Turning to Anderson, who stood bewildered by the sudden fate that had overtaken him, the captain asked the doomed man if there was any last word he washed to say. ' I have a brother, Colonel James Anderson, who is with our army,” Clifford replied. “I request that word of my death be sent to him at once. And one other thing. He sat down at a table and with quill and ink hastily began to set down a queer combination of letters and numbers. “My brother and I have played chess for years, he explained, “and there is one problem that we have always failed to solve. By some chance as I oat here tonight the answer came to me. I have written it out on this paper. I ask you to give this to him.” The captain examined the paper, but could see nothing dangerous about it and agreed to do as the of¬ ficer requested. That nig ht when James Anderson received the news of his brother’s death and the paper, he realized at once what Clifford had tried to tell him. The figures were the combination to the hidden compartment in the chess table. H is brother had hidden something there. James Anderson’s regiment came storming into the British lines out of the blackness in a surprise attack and held the Anderson house long enough for their colonel to get the dispatch from the chess table. Acting on the message given there, he withdrew his forces and joined General Washington and helped to bring about a victory for the American army. Gardner Knapp ’35 SOMEONE NEW IN TOWN “Why, yes, I think I’d like to go,” said Threba, marveling at her own coolness in accepting an invita¬ tion for a college dance from the popular Phil Overlees. He was the prize catch of the town, as every girl was after him. His shining dark eyes, smooth black hair, and tall physique, easily convinced the sixteen year old, would-be sophisticate that she would go, even if she had to tell her parents she was going out with depend¬ able Dan, the fellow who lived next door to her and sat behind her in the French class at high school. As Dan was young, eighteen to be exact, very boyish, and had an honest countenance, the Tolmans, Threba’s parents, liked him very much and wanted their daughter to g° out with him if she went out at all. “When did you arrive in town, anyway? If I’d known I was missing a beautiful creature like you, I would have been almost tempted to come back to high school,” said Phil in his usual bland manner. “Oh, hadn’t you heard that I moved here about a month ago? ' sighed Threba in her most blase tone of voice and posing in her most Spanish position with one hand resting gently on her hip, while the other rear¬ ranged the ringlets on the back of her head. As her hair of very dark brown was pulled tightly back behind her ears ending with soft curls resting gently on the nape of her neck, she revealed a very striking type of beauty. “I hope I’ll hear more about you tonight, when I call for you at eight-thirty,” said Phil before saying good-bye. Just after Phil had left, Threba saw Dan’s rickety old car approaching with Dan merrily singing as he jounced along. She couldn ' t help bdt compare the sleek, handsome Phil with Dan, who had sandy-colored hair, blue eyes, and a good old Yankee name, Caulkins. all of which held no interest or mystery for this adven¬ ture-seeking girl. Dan knew she wouldn’t ride in his so-called car as she didn’t think she would look sophisti¬ cated in it, but he decided to stop and ask her if he could come over to see her at her house that night. “Heigh, kiddo! Can 1 come over to see you to¬ night for a little while?” breezily asked Dan, who knew this girl to be a good-natured, fun-loving girl when she wasn’t trying to put on airs. She had always been a good girl, but when she moved to Morriston, she de¬ cided she wouldn’t be a sweet country girl any longer and therefore took her name, which was Bertha, and using the same letters in a different order, let everyone know her name was Threba. Her hair brushed back showing her tiny, well-shaped ears, her raspberry red lip-stick, and her finely-fitted dresses helped immensely in conveying the ideas she wished to express. “Sorry, hut I hardly think there’ll be time, as I’m going out wfith Phil Overlees to a college dance,” came hack her answer in a freezing tone, w 7 hich made Dan mad, not because of jealousy, but because he knew 7 the type of fellow Phil was and he didn’t like him anyway. “Do your parents know you’re going out with him?” inquired Dan accusingly. “No, they are going away this afternoon and won’t be back until late tonight.” “Well, if you go out with him, don’t expect to see me or any other respectable person near your house again.” “Am I supposed to break down and weep bitter tears now? If so, give me my cue, as I guess I missed it the first time. I’ll go out with whomever I want to when I want to.” “(). K. I’m sure it doesn’t make any difference to me, as I know you ' ll never make any change in my life. J was only thinking of your own good. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself without any assistance from you. Thank you just the same,” roared Threba, quickly turning around and strutting off with her nose quite a bit higher than usual. That night she was thrilled when Phil arrived in his beautiful blue roadster, and he told her how gorgeous she looked in her bronze-colored evening gown. The dress she had had to borrow as she had never had any use for an evening dress before in her life, but it fitted perfectly and the color suited her as it looked Spanish. When the dance turned out to be a road-house party, she was frightened, and try as she might she couldn’t put on quite her usual nonchalant air. She tried to smoke a cigarette, but on lighting one she nearly choked, and the smoke made her eyes smart while she gasped for a breath of fresh air which was not forthcoming. When she asked for a drink, Phil passed her something she thought was ginger ale, but as she put the glass to her quivering lips, the smell almost overcame her com¬ pletely. Since she knew they’d make her drink if they found out she hadn’t, when nobody was looking, she found it convenient to pour the contents of the glass into a plant near by. She got away with this as no one was in the condition to notice. When Phil was dancing with someone else, she saw it was her only chance to get out of this mad-house. She didn ' t know where she’d go, but, after dodging in and out between the dancers, al¬ ways with her eyes on Phil, past the headwaiter, she found herself out in the cool, clear ni ght air. It seemed so wonderful when contrasted with the smoky room inside, which had made her eyes smart and her body feel weak all over. Outside she could stand the strain no longer and burst into tears. The idea of having no way to get home made her entire body shake with sobs. While wishing she were safely at home in bed, she heard someone beside her say: “Heigh, kiddo! Do you want a ride home? I have my brother’s car with me; so I hope you won’t mind riding in it so much.” It was Dan, who never could turn down a friend, and so had followed Phil’s car to the roadhouse, hoping that Threba was the kind of a girl he thought she was and would ride home with him, leaving the wild party to be completely forgotten. Meekly sobbing and letting Dan lead her, she got into the car, and they drove off. After she had quieted down and was feeling better, she confessed, “I’m tired of not acting my natural self. I thought it would be fun being sophisticated, but hon¬ estly I’d much rather ride in your own car than this one as it’s much more fun.” “Would you really, kiddo?” exclaimed Dan, his whole face beaming. Marie Davies ’33 VSlf ESSAYS FADS AND FANCIES Have you ever stopped to think what a country of fads this one of ours is? Let’s consider a minute. We know how, in the Victorian age those of the fair sex were sweet, charming, demure, and exceedingly femi¬ nine. Long trailing skirts prevailed, and the revealing of a dainty ankle was quite improper. Those were the days of slow and dignified dances, when people were thrilled by the bars of the music for the minuet, quad- rilles, and the Portland fancy. But the war came upon us. The skirts began to as¬ cend from the ankle to the knee. Those of the so-called weaker sex became the well known flappers. Hair was cut into a masculine coiffure, and make up was applied with an unsparing hand. The dance music was fast and hot, for what should the dances of the day be but the well remembered fast stepping Charlestown and Black Bottom adopted from the negro folk dances. At length, Paris saved the day, by pronouncing that the next season ' s skirts would be lowered and the waist lines raised. With the lengthening of the skirts, hair be¬ gan to be grown in order to gain a more feminine ap¬ pearance. This brought in a period when our ladies became dignified and blase. But, boys, don’t feel that it’s only girls who change their silly fashions; for where are those corduroy trou¬ sers we used to see so much, and how about those close cropped heads you have been displaying for so long? The fast tunes of the early ’20’s have now 7 given way to the slow, dreamy melodies of Bing Crosby and Guy Lombardo, though of course, Cab Callow 7 ay and Duke Ellington, with their scintillating music, will never lose their popularity. Not only in fashions and music do fads prevail. Think back to the days when grouped about card tables were men and women concentrating on the technique of that engrossing game, whist. Whist gradually gave way to Auction Bridge; then the country was swept by Mah Jong, with its attractive tiles, and now we are in the thralls of the mathematical calculations of Contract. Where is the miniature golf course? Remember how 7 our spare time was spent in negotiating difficult holes on our favorite courses? Three years ago the fad swept the country. In fact, it was rumored that the country clubs would have to close. But what an error! Now the courses are j;rass grown and deserted. The game has been forgotten. Oh, and how 7 can our great entertainment, the movies, be forgotten? With the coming of the ‘ ' talkies,” the wild and wooley western melodramas gave way to the spectacular and comical revues of Broadway’s past seasons. In due time these yielded to the exciting gang¬ ster pictures with a “slick chap as our hero. But, all me, soon in the newer pictures we found ourselves on the side of the police with our ideal playing the part of a clever tracker of criminals, and with these came the dramas of the court room. Now, having passed through a period of nearly identical jungle pictures, we have come to the era of newspaper scandal mongers, who intermingle with both the crooks and th? police. Of course we will probably always be able to be thrilled by those ghastly, ghoulish, and absolutely impossible but nevertheless, intriguing pictures such as Franken¬ stein” and “Dracula.’ We all laugh as we think back to the humorous fads that we have passed through with all the solemnity in the world, but in a few years how we will ridicule what we are now doing with the utmost seriousness. Charlotte Currier ’34 THE VALUE OF BOOKS “Nothing is original. There is nothing we can say or write which has not been said or written before.” I he Greek philosopher w ho phrased those words may have been somewhat blase, but what he said was true then and is even more true today. Real originality is a quality which man has never possessed. To some of you, this statement will seem pessimistic and discourag¬ ing, but it is not, for it means that all knowledge has been set down in black and white and is at the disposal of anyone who cares to use his time and effort to good advantage. Th is conclusion is important to all the students in the school because everyone is seeking an education. Few people will agree as to what constitutes an educa¬ tion, but most people agree as to the best methods to secure one. I shall quote a prominent educator of this country: “There are three ways through which we se- sure an education: through reading, through travel, and through contact with clever people.” As students in a small high school, we do not have the good fortune to come into contact with really clever people very often. Few of us have traveled enough to aid materially in our education. Thus the available means, most important to us, is books. Men in all walks of life, in every coun¬ try, for centuries have set down in print their experi¬ ences, ideas, and ideals, and in so doing have blazed the trails for us. The writings of all these men together represent the sum total of human endeavor. What these pioneers learned only after years of hard work and sometimes bitter experiences, we may learn with com¬ parative ease and quickness. After we know how to get an education, let us see what good it is. The majority of us will have to work for a living when w 7 e leave high schools. The demands of the modern business world are exacting and the often times despised ‘book learning’ will prove of practical value. A prominent business man was once heard to say: “The successful man today must know 7 a little bit about everything, quite a lot about several things, and everything about one thing.” Obviously, no man can learn first hand a little bit about everything; he must get his information second-hand through the writings of others. Intelligent reading is of practical benefit in every day life; it is also aesthetically valuable and the widely read individual is a better companion to his friends and to himself. Every one must spend some time in his own society and what a person thinks about when he is alone reveals his mental calibre. Is your mind a blank when you are by yourself and is your own company irksome and irritating to you? Those of you who can answer in the negative possess a degree of culture and are partially educated. No one can hope to read all tin books that have ever been written; no one can hope to read but com¬ paratively few of the best hooks that have been written. If you should start now and read eight hours a day for the rest of your natural life, you would then be acquaint¬ ed wtih only a small part of the world’s worthwhile literature. Therefore it is necessary to choose carefully and to peruse intelligently. Good hooks must be studied as well as read if you expect to derive any real pleasure and value from them. In high school you are taught to appreciate literary values, to discriminate between the good and bad, to recognize the various forms of literature; you learn tin names of a few’ writers, read a few books, and call your¬ self educated. You cannot get a complete education in high school, but you can learn how to get one in later life. And it is essential that you plan a course of read¬ ing right now. Remember what Longfellow said: “Art is long, and time is fleeting.” Harold Doucette ’33 RADIO HOUR There’s a scream like a Russian wolfhound’s; next the wind blows like a fire siren, then—gun shots and— silence! We hear rain coming down in torrents on the thin tar paper roof of the lonely shack, then footsteps in the gravel outside the door, and the hero to the rescue! Whee! sounds like our favorite radio thriller—which it is. While kid brother is spellbound by this mystery story, let’s go behind the scenes to the sound-effects room of the radio station where this lively drama is be¬ ing enacted. Kid brother is hearing the roaring villain shout his commands to the sweet tearful heroine, when, the hero dashes in. But what do we see? There are three people with manuscripts in their hands from which they read their lines. The villain is a rather small, meek looking man of about forty, who owns the voice with a roar, but still he doesn’t look very dangerous! Our idea of a perfect hero is lounging in an arm¬ chair, but that’s all right; he’s using a new style lapel- microphone. Sir hero looks very calm, cool, and col¬ lected, but then we couldn’t expect him to get all ex¬ cited over a mere mystery drama! He’s rather lank and lean; a red-head with horn rimmed spectacles—oh, an¬ other ideal shattered! We had pictured him a husky blond, with the face of an Adonis. Next comes our heroine of the tearful voice and sil¬ very laugh, but what do we see but a tall and strong looking young woman with black hair done up in a couple of rolls, who looks as though her laugh would wake up the universe! In the background a young man is pouring sand on cellophane; that’s our torrents of rain! Another man is slapping leather with a stick—pistol shots; and a shoe crunched in a pan of breakfast food gives us our footsteps in the “gravel.” So much for our ideas of the players and scenery in our favorite radio thriller. Perhaps it’s just as well that we aren’t using television as yet, but still, this won’t spoil our enjoyment derived from our mystery drama, will it? Florence Otis ’33 Vc l 1KSV BOOK REVIEWS “A Joyous Adventure” (Baroness Orczy) Martin St. Derrys was bored with life in the year 1802, so he of¬ fered five thousand pounds, the last of his money, for an adventure that would hold his interest. He received a worthy answ’er to his offer, and was bored no longer. How he delivered a king, scattered a band of outlaw’s under a sinister leader, and rescued the foolhardy brother of beautiful Felise de Marillac, is all delightfully woven into this tale. There is enough action to suit any boy and enough love interest to make it not “just an adventure story.” R. S. ’34 “Only Yesterday” (Frederick Lewis Allen) If you wish to read something entirely new and out of the or¬ dinary, read “Only Yesterday.” It is an informal story taking you through the period of American life of the 1920 ' s which we have all lived through and savored, hi this history of the Post War Decade, you can picture the follies, events, and fads that you yourselves then succumbed to. W. H. ’33 “Swiss Family Manhattan (Christopher Morley) This book is an exceedingly humorous satire on modern New r York life, bringing that old thriller, “Swiss Family Robinson,” up to date. Any one who enjoys a good satirical novel will read this one with a great deal of enjoyment and with many a quiet chuckle. C. C. ’34 “Larry: Thoughts of Youth (Anonymous) Here are the diary, letters, original poems, and philosophy of an American boy who lived cleanly and found life good. This diary, originally not written for publica¬ tion, has recently been put before the public so that the experiences of this true American youth may be enjoyed and profited by. He certainly could not be classed as a “goody-goody for he excelled not only in all sports but in studies as well. Everyone owes it to himself to read these thoughts of a modern American youth. H. D. ’34 “Congorilla is undoubtedly one of the most out¬ standing adventure books ever published. Written by Martin Johnson, it tells of his long and hazardous ex¬ periences in Africa as a big game photographer and ad¬ venturer of the danger trail. It also records the interest¬ ing experience Mr. and Mrs. Johnson enjoyed among the pigmy people. If you are interested in a true, exciting, adventure story beautifully illustrated, do not fail to read Johnson’s “Congorilla.” W. M. ’35 “The Barretts of Wimpole Street” (Rudolf Besier) is the story of the charming invalid-poet, Elisabeth Barrett, and her love affair with the great poet, Robert Browning. This is a famous and very dramatic play, which evervone who enjoys fine literature should read. N. W. ’34 “Obscure Destinies” (Willa Cather) is a book that is vitally human. It consists of three stories: “Neighbor Rosicky,” “Two Friends,” and “Old Mrs. Harris.” In each one of these stories the characters are dealt with in a manner that makes one feel as if one knew the people themselves . “Old Mrs. Harris” seems to be written in a light hearted and careless mood, and yet there is a deep tragic meaning underlying in it. All of Willa Cather’s novels are remarkable, and this one has attracted a great deal of attention and a good many enthusiastic comments. I was “held” by it, so to speak. After beginning the first story, “Neighbor Rosicky,” 1 had to finish the other two stories. I wouldn’t advise this book for anyone who desires a breathless tale of romance and mystery, but to anyone who would like to get acquainted with some lovable and unforgettable characters, I say, “Read it, by all means.” R. S. ’34 “Cicero (Gaston Delayen) is a biography but don’t be disgusted! It is written in a most interesting and inspiring manner. It relates the adventures of Cicero, one of the greatest and most picturesque Romans of his time. How many times he escaped assasination! Read this fascinating book then compare Rome of yes¬ terday with Rome of today. C. G. ’34 3ISV HERE AND THERE IMPRESSION OF BROADWAY Lights turned on and off in dazzling splendor. The tall buildings make one seem a very inconspicuous be¬ ing. Hurrying crowds push and jostle on every side, and an endless line of taxis pass to and fro. The throaty cry of newsboys deafen the ears, while wild music rasps forth from some radio shops. The theatre entrances are jammed with people. All nationalities and ages are represented. Yet, in a corner, a beggar crouches, with tin cup outstretched beseechingly. A festive place, Broadway, oh yes! But misery lurks in corners, despite the atmosphere of gayety. Here the great panorama of life is enacted! Ruth Scholz, 34 THE EASTERN STATES EXPOSITION One day last summer Mr. Erickson, our 4-H leader for Middlesex County, asked my brother and me if we would like to go with him to the Eastern States Exposi¬ tion and exhibit some poultry. We heartily approved the chance to go to the largest fair in the ea tern part of the country. We spent many hours on the selection of our birds, which were chosen for size, shape, color, and markings according to their special breed. We knew that a bird with any sign of disease would promptly be shipped back to the owner. My brother sent a pen of Brahmas, while I sent two Brown Leghorn hens. On September twenty-second we were waiting with our luggage in front of the Stoneham Theatre, when Mr. Erickson arrived with his Plymouth and a few club members, who were going with us. Fine roads with a good car made it possible for us to make the one hun¬ dred and ten mile trip to the Exposition in three and one half hours. The first thing we did on arriving at the fair grounds was to sign our names at the registry in the camp of the dairy department. Then we had to get our bunks ready for the night. Finding no mattresses in the dairy camp, we raided the Camp Vail Building, and saw the members there were claiming more than one apiece. At two o’clock we ate lunch on a platform which was used for dancing. What was left of the afternoon, we could spend in looking around. We couldn’t decide at first just where to go, but the poultry building was where our interest lay, so we bent our course toward it. The fair seemed like a city in itself to us as we walked down the main street. Continuing down the street, we arrived at the poultry building. To our great amaze¬ ment, after examining the first nine or ten rows, we came to our pens, which held upon them two blue rib¬ bons and one green ribbon: the blue meaning first and the green sixth prize. After getting over the shock of the ribbons which confronted us, we continued our way and entered the state buildings of New Hampshire, Vermont, and Maine. One exhibit that took our eye when we entered the Maine building was the exhibit of the Old Towne Canoe people. We examined the boats and accepted a few pamphlets even though we had no idea of buying. After the ex¬ amination of the buildings, we each bought an apple and went back to camp for a quiet nap, but because of the din of horseshoes outside our bunks, we decided we had better watch the horseshoe players instead. Some of the club members took a great interest in the horse-shoe contests. At six o’clock we had supper and concluded that we had eaten better ones in the past, but we were hungry and ate with much relish. After supper we went to an ice-cream stand. The rest of the time until eight o’clock we spent in looking over the various pamphlets that we had received in the examination of the exhibits. When eight o’clock came around, all the 4-Id mem¬ bers went with Mr. Erickson and Earl H. Nodine, state leader, to the grand stand. Having passes, we were ushered right through. I think that the stunts were bet¬ ter than 1 had even seen in any other fair. The high diver dived into a tank of water with burning oil on the top. The oil was poured upon the water and lighted so he could see the tank. A man from California rode his motorcycle all the way to the exposition to show the people how well he could ride. His first act was jumping blindfolded from a board ob¬ stacle after a ninety foot start and at a speed of thirty miles an hour. The second act that he performed was the juggling of five eggs, while standing on one foot on the seat of his moving motorcycle. The machine polo-races were great fun: five Ford engines, with very flimsy bodies, handled by two men trying to get the ball away from the opponents. Last of all came the fireworks, which to us were the greatest event of all. Led by the band of the Order of Demolay, we left the grandstand for our respective quarters at eleven thirty. I for one didn’t get much sleep that night. Someone thought it great fun to keep the light going on and off part of the night. Finally at about two o’clock people calmed down. In the morning, after breakfast, we looked over the rest of the livestock and farm machinery, stopping awhile to see the American Austins, America’s smallest car. We had to enter the stock judging contest at eight thirty. We had already had ribbon-winning experience in that line at Topsfield. At ten o’clock a professor from Massachusetts State College gave a lecture on the disease of poultry called Infectious Laryngotracheitis. After the talk we received our prize money and ribbons. Then packing our belongings on the speedy Ply¬ mouth. we headed for home. We stopped at the famous Sib-ey Farm and bought ice cream. We arrived home at seven thirty that evening, with our hopes up for re¬ peating the experience of going to the Exposition in the coming year. Clarence Marshall ’34 A STUDIO IN HOLLYWOOD What adventure more thrilling and unusual than to visit a real movie studio of Hollywood is to be had today? This was exactly what I once did and what did I see? An immense building with countless powerful lights—so powerful the average person could not keep his eyes open under the terrific glare. There were many men, electricians, directors, artists, technicians, carpen¬ ters, messenger boys, and others running here and there, exclaiming, snapping orders, arranging lights, prepar¬ ing sets, rehearsing and doing countless other things! Are directors men who are expensively dressed, viewing the going ons with an air of formality?—indeed not! They are men who work terrifically; with their shirt sleeves rolled up, they are sitting on the floor, standing on scaffolds, behind sets, and appearing to be every¬ where at once. Strangely but true, they receive very low wages in compariso n with their employees,—the actors and actresses. Microphones used on the sets are not always visi¬ ble. Many times they are concealed in the “props, ’— hidden in vases of flowers, hidden in the forms of tele¬ phones, and found in other unusual places. A few of the powerful lights are as terrific in glare as is the sun. There are so many of the strong lights that the sets have to be artificially cooled. This is neces¬ sary because of the great heat from the lighting effects. One of the commonest but unusual “pests” of the studios is the common house fly. This insect records a buzzing effect upon the sound film which makes a blur¬ red effect on the picture film. I learned that studios regu¬ larly employ armed squads of men to rid the studios of these pests. The weapons, of course, are poisonous spray guns and fly “swatters.” A more exciting, interesting, and industrious city than Hollywood is difficult to imagine. William Mooney ’35 MAINE AND CANADA FROM THE HURRICANE DECK OF A ‘FLIVVER’ Bridgeton, Maine, where men are men, and the children are raised on hardtack, is a typical summer resort in the western part of the state. The natives of the town raise corn and potatoes for a living, and the tourists, who double the population in the summer, raise a good deal of noise. Last summer the residents and places of amusement were so widely separated that we could not get about easily and quickly enough on Shank’s Mare, so we bought us a “tin horse, one of Henry’s first, perhaps the very first. Maine’s foremost horse trader, gone modern, used his old tricks to good advantage and un¬ loaded his relic on us. The old fellow was the shrewd¬ est dealer in Maine excepting the wizard who sold him the crate. On the second hill the car took, the old piece of leather which the shyster had kindly slipped in as a low speed band slipped out, and we made the rest of the way home in reverse. We spent as much as the car cost fixing it up, and the rejuvenated auto was destined to do yeoman’s service. Ken, my friend, and I, having seen everything of interest in Bridgeton, were seized with the wanderlust, and decided to invade that tourist’s paradise, Papoose Pond, of which we had heard so much. Our trusty ‘tin steed carried us there without any serious mishap, so at length, Ken stepped on the reverse and brought our vehicle to a halt. ( ' I here was nothing the matter with the brakes except that they didn’t work consistently.) W e looked around and were confronted on every hand by prohibitive signs; apparently we couldn’t do any¬ thing without a license and considerable money. Hav¬ ing looked the place over, Ken opened the throttle and we rattled away and headed for Rumford in the hope of finding a suitable camp site. All we could find there, however, were paper mills and a bad odor, and as we were not looking for either of these, we continued towards Rangeley Lakes, famed for their trout and sal¬ mon fishing. We steamed into the outskirts of the town about midnight and put up at a convenient over-night camp, Salmon Ledge, a four-room shack with feather beds, electric lights, and running water. (We surely endured hardships on that trip.) Next morning bright and early we breakfasted on canned beans, rye bread, and a bowl of Miss. Mud (coffee.) After this repast we pushed on in the general direction of Canada, on the way passing through several small towns and long stretches of spruce and fir. The telegraph wires in these towns fairly swarmed with barn swallows; apparently there weren’t enough barns to accommodate them all. After leaving the town of Jim Pond,—(we couldn’t see any pond)—we began the most interesting part of our trip. Civilization was behind us, and our way led through a wilderness where the roads were so narrow, steep, and crooked they reminded one of a roller coaster. I shudder even now when I think of what might have happened if we had a met a car while descending one of these miniature mountains in our brakeless Ford. The bridges, even narrower than the roads, were built of logs with two narrow plank tracks crossing them. Despite these difficulties we finally arrived in Cana¬ da and passed the customs officials, who did not search us, but took the registration of the car and our names and addresses and allowed us to pass on. It was easy to get into the country. The first town we came to over the border was St. Augustine de Woburn, the center of which consisted of two houses and a rather large build¬ ing which housed the general store, telephone exchange, post office, and jail. We wished to mail a few postcards but did not know where to go for that purpose, so I in¬ quired in excellent Parisian French of the male popula¬ tion assembled, “Ou est il le Bureau de Poste?” Those worthy citizens stared at me blankly and said nothing, whereupon Ken impatiently demanded, “Where the dick¬ ens is the post office? At this question every man turn¬ ed and pointing, chorused “Over There.” There weren t any accommodations for tourists in the hamlet and the black forests had somewhat lost their appeal, so we filled up with gasoline—the Canadian gal¬ lon differs from ours—and turned the nose, or radiator cap, back towards the border. This time we were searched thoroughly, and our registration was returned to us. A few miles from the border we pitched camp for the night and opened a can of beans and dug up a loaf of rye bread for a change. We were unable to sleep because of the constant rumbling of huge trucks coming from Canada laden with ‘aquarium (wet) products.’ We rose late the following morning and after a hasty breakfast continued back towards Bridgeton by the same route we used on the way up. We rode the last few miles in darkness which was augmented by a vicious hail storm. We put Lizzie up, crawled into our cots, and slept the clock around. The next day was September 7 and school loomed just around the bend. I packed my stuff and went out to take a last look around. I tried to sell our Ford but couldn’t find any buyers, and it was only after a good deal of persuasion that I could give it away. By a strange freak of fate, the fellow I gave it to was the high-pressure gentleman who had sold it to us. Dean Rounds ’33 POETRY CHRISTMAS Here comes old Father Christmas, With sound of fife and drums; With mistletoe about his brows, So merrily he comes! His arms are full of all good cheers, His face with laughter glows, He shines like my hearth fire Amid the cruel snows. Oh! holly branch of mistletoe And Christmas chimes where er we go. And stockings pinned up in a row! These are thy gifts of December! Sylvia Zalkan ’34 TO A LADY I wonder what you are thinking of, And why you look at me, Your eyes reveal exotic things, Your lips sweet mysteries. I cannot make you out, I guess, It’s difficult to say, Your words are sweet, this 1 11 admit In an old fashioned way. Your figure has that graceful sway, Your tread is quite supreme, It does not seem quite real to me, I think it is a dream. I wonder what you ' re thinking of, I wonder if of me Your eyes reveal sweet pleasant things, Your lips a mystery. Sylvia Zalkan ’34 THE OLD YEAR Like a candle that’s low in the socket, Like an hour glass whose sand is most run, So the old year is slowly dying, Its life is almost done. It has dealt out its joy and heartbreak, It is passing and soon will be o’er, Another leaf then, in life’s memory With the years that have gone before. Some of its hours have been wasted, And some have been filled with good times, But listen—the year is over, For the bells have begun to chime. Leora E. Richardson ’33 WINTER When the air is cold and icy And frost sparkles on the ground, W hen the snow is on the meadow And the fences can ' t be found. When the smoke whirls from the chimneys And the clouds hang low and gray, When the naked trees are bending To the wind that blows all day, When the brooklets cease their running And the birds all disappear, When the snow begins to flurry, Then we know that winter’s here. Leora E. Richardson ’33 NEW ENGLAND GALE Fall, rain, fall; blow, wind, blow; The wind whistles and whirs through the weary trees, Blowing and scattering all the leaves. Splash, slosh, splash; slip, slide, slip; The leaves in the street are slippery and wet. As you go walking, watch your step. Some people say, “Will this rain never stop? It’s raining more and more!” And others reply, “Of course, it will! It always has before.” Fall, rain, fall; blow, wind, blow; The trees are bent and laden with rain, When the wind blows, it rains again. The sun comes out, the clouds are gone, Our rainy time is o’er. The jewels on the trees do shine, We hope it rains no more. Florence Otis ’33 Vc lr i) 3V ATHLETICS THE 1932 FOOTBALL SEASON Although the 1932 R. H. S. football squad had a very unsuccessful season as far as the number of vic¬ tories is concerned, yet the ability of the boys to come back after taking so many unlucky defeats stamps this year’s eleven as one of the most courageous and fighting teams R. H. S. has ever had. The boys began the season auspiciously, taking the big St. Clement’s Club in by a wide margin, which the score fails to reveal. Somewhat overconfident, the team caught a tartar in Ipswich High, but the breaks were largely responsible for ending this game in favor of Ipswich. A scrapping eleven was outlucked for the second week, this time by the strong Methuen team. Traveling away from home for the first time, ihe boys were outclassed by a great Belmont team; how¬ ever, the first half showed Belmont leading by a single touchdown and able to score in the second only after the Reading first string was completely fatigued. After falling behind 20-0, in a home game with Lexington, the local boys gave the crowd a great thrill by coming in a rush to score twice in the dying moment of the game, but Father Time stretched his intervening hand to save the Lexington team. The following Saturday the eleven lost a hard fought game with most of the breaks going to Stoneham in a comparatively slow contest at home. The Exeter game was undoubtedly the slowest game of the season, the excessive time-outs and stoppings of the game considerably slowing and breaking up the Reading offensive, with a great many o pportunities miss¬ ed by the local boys. On Thanksgiving Day the team suffered its worse defeat at the hands of a great Danvers machine. Our line gave a great exhibition of defensive football in the second and third quarters, when Danvers scored a lone touchdown . The season’s scores follow: Reading 7 St. Clement’s 0 Reading 0 Ipswich 19 Reading 0 Methuen 13 Reading 6 Belmont 27 Reading 14 Lexington 20 Reading 0 Stoneham 6 Reading 0 Exeter 7 Reading 0 Danvers 43 Herman THROUGH THE LOCKER ROOM The following is an accurate analysis of the stars of the R. H. S. football firmament, as prepared by Spy No. 26, (an inside job) who unmasks the boys and re¬ veals the individual secrets of their varying successes. Charlie Folsom, the blonde, (ladies prefer blondes), terror of the ends, erstwhile A. A. salesman, who, we understand, didn’t miss a single tackle on pros¬ pects for the recent magazine drive; “Dan” Scott, from North Reading, use your imagination; Fred Ryland, the “pick me up and lay me down” tackier of the squad, (ask “Dinny” Sias or any P. G.) ; “Cliff” Holt, first un¬ derstudy for Fred; “Sam” Symonds, the “Primitive Carniverous” of the squad; “Dick” Goddard, the big, genial, dark horse (it’s only mud), equally as good at caving in the opposing line, as handing out those famil¬ iar scoops of ice cream at lunch; Herman “Chorus” Crieger, the scholarly center, who is purported to fright¬ en the opposition by simply addressing them in Miss Bradley’s best Latin manner; Ken Ives, the young man like a mountain—he’s that easy to move; Harry Harris, “the perfect 36,” nuf sed!; Carl Hoyt, the pride of Mud- ville and adjacent counties; “Russ” White, Carl’s run¬ ning mate; “Bill” Faulkner, renowned R. H. S. tracks- ter, who furnishes plenty of opposition on his end; “Peewee” White, whose name belies his abilities at quarterback; A. Williamson, (pardon us, The William¬ son), who has been accused of plagiarism (where’s my Webster) of one favorite phrase “Why not.” by one Coach Howe; Captain Jack “Sparkplug” Miller, the main cog in the works, and a real leader; Bob Chan- nonhouse, the punch behind the line. Not to forget John “Duke” Dukelow, who alternates with “Shanny;” Bill McCarthy, the up and coming sophomore; Fred “Mer¬ cury Day, fieetfooted sidekick of Austin “Where’s my innersocks” Doherty; “Chick” Ainsworth, chief pest for Sam Symonds; Roscoe “Detention Croswell; Cliff Reynolds; Bud Morrison; and last but not least, Louis “Tub” Emerson. LOOSE STRINGS The title of “meanest man” has been bestowed on Manager A1 Lindquist by Alec Williamson, when the former handed Alec a handkerchief one foot square at showers, after a recent practise, with the information that it was the last thing in the line of towels. So Fred Day has succeeded in annexing only three extra pairs of innersocks for this season. He’s some four or five pairs behind his 1932 record. Mr. Sussmann turned down Dick Goddard’s offer to lend his red sweater to the Band on the grounds that it had too much of a “pansy-pink” color to it. If Dick lived in Turkey, he would have said, “Was my fez red!” Incidentally, Ye Editor Creiger has set a record for time played in football for the past three years, by play¬ ing in 380 minutes of the season’s playing time. Just four minutes away from being an iron man! Several Boston newspapers gave Fred Day, Ken Ives, and Carl Hoyt, honor mention in their annual All Scholastic teams; and now Coach Howe is looking for a patent safety valve to let some of the hot air out of Day. GIRLS’ ATHLETICS This fall the girls’ sport was tennis. Forty-two girls entered to try their skill at winning the champion¬ ship. The Round Robin Tournament of last year was this year replaced by an elimination tournament in which the losers were dropped out. After the preliminaries were over, four teams con¬ sisting of two girls each settled down to a fight to the finish. The girls were Edith Leach, Priscilla Eisen- haure, Eleanor French, Ruth Albee, Rita Lewis, Kath¬ leen Cummings, Catherine Callahan, and Hope Little¬ field. The contest grew more exciting as in the finals only two teams played for the title. Then as Edith Leach and Priscilla Eisenhaure fin¬ ished as champions, the tennis season closed in early November. Two weeks later, basket-ball practice started with about seventy girls coming out for it. Soon the girls will be divided into class teams and after Christmas these teams, one for each class, will play outside teams in near-by towns. Natalie Cate ’33 NEWS THE NEWS CALENDAR “ Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the past events of the high school dear . ASSEMBLIES Our first outside speaker this year was Captain Eames from the Reading Fire Department, who lectured on the prevention and carelessness of fires. On November 15, 1932, a representative of the Curtis Publishing Company spoke to ils. He offered us a new way to make money for the Athletic Association. Two teams, the Greens and Golds, were organized with Natalie Cate as the captain of the Greens and Jack Chapin as the captain of the Golds. Wilma Haley acted as the Commodore, wearing the pin of the winning team. Since the Commodore had too much work on her hands, Rosalind Arthur was appointed the Commodore’s sec¬ retary. As there was no school on November 10, 1932, our Armistice day program was held on Wednesday of the following week. Mr. Charles Tasney, head of the Amer¬ ican Legion in Reading, spoke of war experiences and lessons. On Tuesday, November 22, 1932, Mr. John E. Hines, who was here last year, presented “David Garrick.” Mr. Hines has a more glamorous show this year, having his own scenes and lighting effects. On November 23, 1932, the school adjourned to the hall in memoriam of the First Thanksgiving, and Thanksgiving day in general. Mr. Sussmann read a selection by Frances Keyes, basing his talk on this piece. The Proclamation was read by Paul Herrick. A very interesting and instructive lecture by Miss Naomi Cranney of the General Baking Company, was given to the pupils of the school on Tuesday, November 29. It so happened that the Seniors had a class meeting in Room I), so they missed this lecture. The subject of discussion was necessity of eating foods containing suf¬ ficient vitamins to keep the body in a healthful condi¬ tion. Interesting illustrations were shown picturing the beneficial results of eating foods containing sufficient vitamins, and illustrating the harmful results of not eating health giving foods containing these vitamins which are essential to good health. SENIOR CLASS ACTIVITIES The Senior Class held their annual dance on Octo¬ ber 27, 1932 at the Junior High School. It was a grand affair with its unusual decorations, refreshments, and favors. There was a good crowd, and putting it mildly, a good time was had by all. On October 31, 1932, a group of seniors including Natalie Cate, Mona Mitchell, Marjory Kenney, Rosalind Arthur, Wilma Haley, Paul Herrick, Harold Doucette, Charles Folsom, Herman Creiger, and Jack Chapin went in to the Leland Powers School of Dramatic Arts to see a presentation of “Androcles and the Lion” given by the seniors of the school. Mr. Sussmann, Miss Batchel- der, Miss Brown, and Patricia Sussmann accompanied them. The seniors who were chosen to go are possi¬ bilities of the forthcoming Senior Play. On November 9, 1932, succeeding a Senior Class meeting, a picture committee consisting of Rosalind Arthur, Marjory Brown, and Jack Farnum met in the library to see a representative from Purdy’s. The Com¬ mittee went in to Purdy’s on November 11, 1932 to have some sample pictures taken. Speaking of pictures, one day in October the dear sophomores and new-comers had their pictures taken. A few of the good looking seniors slipped in to have theirs taken on the sly; and they didn’t break the camera. The third Senior Class meeting was held November 29, 1932. This gathering was to discuss the annual Senior Play. A brief summary of three plays was given by Mona Mitchell, Harold Doucette, and Paul Herrick. December 1, 1932 a senior class meeting was held in the hall, for the purpose of viewing the pictures of the committee, whch were arranged on the stage. There were samples of all styles and prices. A vote was not then taken on the class photographer, but a time set for another meeting. JUNIOR WOMAN’S CLUB The Junior Woman’s Club has held two meetings this year. The first meeting was directed by our new officers, Betty Hardwick, president; Dorothy Parker, vice president; Marie Davies, secretary; and Rosalind Arthur, treasurer. After the meeting, which was held on Octo¬ ber 11, 1932, was adjourned, refreshments were served under the auspices of the Reading Woman’s Club. The second meeting was held on November 8, 1932 to discuss about the Tea Dance which was held Novem¬ ber 23, 1932 at the High School Hall from 4:00 to 7:00. MUSIC ORGANIZATIONS Progress has been made in both the High School Band and. Orchestra. The Band has followed the foot¬ ball team this season, and has occasionally played for assemblies. It is expected that before the winter is over, some overtures will be learned. Although the orchestra is not entirely under way, it played for the Armistice Day program, and will probably appear more often as it improves. Wind instruments predominate, and more stringed instruments could be added to the Orchestra to great advantage. CHORUS Under the direction of Mr. Peck a mixed chorus has been formed, which will he a voluntary activity, and from whose members the cast for the spring oper¬ etta will be chosen. The chorus consists of some hun¬ dred pupils, with a majority of sixty girls over the boys. 1 he faithfulness of attendance is an encouraging sign for the future. At present the chorus is preparing a twenty-page hymnal “The Heavens Are Telling,” for the Civic Concert. HI-Y CLUB The Hi-Y Club, which was organized last year, got under way early in September, and it has been going strong ever since. The ranks were somewhat depleted by the graduation of the senior members last June; the new members to take their places were inducted in De¬ cember. The club is not organized for social purposes. It has always backed up the A. A., the athletic teams, and the other organizations in the school. At Thanksgiving the club conducted a drive for money and food, which was turned over to the town committee. So far this year there have been five meetings. The first two were for business purposes. On November 1, the club was addressed by Russell Barnes who had just returned from a two years sojourn in South America. He gave us a very interesting and entertaining account of the people there, the country, and his own experi¬ ences. He showed us his souvenirs which consisted mainly of the dress which the South Americans wore and the crude tools and equipment they used. The meeting enjoyed most, however, was held at Eaton’s Inn. After the members had consumed quanti¬ ties of meat pie, ice cream, and apple pie, Mr. Howe, who had acquitted himself nobly at the table, entertained us for over an hour with anecdotes concerning his trip to California in a Pontiac. He also gave us his own account of the Olympic Games. The Hi-Y boys all agree that Mr. Howe is “one great guy.” The officers of the club are: President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Philip Parker Kenneth Ives Frank Knight Arnold Lane H. D. ’33 WITH OUR ALUMNI Many of you have probably reached the point in your education when you are wondering what you are going to do when you finish school, or if you should go on to college, where there is much competition, what recognition you could earn, coming, as you do, from a small town. Several Reading High School graduates who are now in college have shown outstanding qualities, and are already attracting attention to themselves. Philip Parker, Bowdoin ’35, in his freshman year wrote and coached the play, “Blue Bottle Inn,” and took part in it as well. Never before has a Bowdoin undergraduate written a play which has been presented by the Dramatic Club. Stanley Low, also Bowdoin ’35, has been ex¬ ceedingly prominent on the gridiron where he has done splendid wmrk as a tackle.. Donald Johnson, Bowdoin ’34, has the honor of being student organist. So, at Bowdoin, we see, our high school graduates are doing outstanding work in a variety of ways. Dorothy Berle, Radcliffe ’34 and Jean Rossman ’35, have done scholastic work of an unusually high grade and have been placed upon the Dean’s List. Patricia Littlefield, Middlebury ’35, and William Burpee, Wor¬ cester Polytechnic Institute ’34, have also been placed on the Dean’s Lists of their respective colleges. Because of her excellent college board examinations, Katherine Spencer, Vassar ’35, was offered a scholarship for Mt. Holyoke if she cared to attend that college. At Vassar, she has been on the Honor List both semesters of her freshman year. At Jackson College, Jean Marshall, class of ’35, has been admitted to membership in the Poetry Club, is on the staff of the “Tuftonian,” and also is on the staff of the weekly college paper. One of our gradu¬ ates who is doing exceptionally fine work is Theron Johnson, M. I. T. ’33. He belongs to the highest scho¬ lastic group of the Institute, and during junior and senior years, has been an honor student in his course. Other recent graduates now in college are in their college bands, or are doing other work of which our high school may be justly proud. It is interesting to note that as far as is known, no graduate of Reading High School who is in college at present is failing to pass in any subject. Although our local high school is small in num¬ bers compared with many others, it has been proved many times in the past, and it certainly is a fact at the present time, that its graduates can excel in various lines in college, and by faithful and conscientious work, compete successfully with the graduates of any school in the country. Jean Temple ’34 HONOR LIST First Quarter Senior High School Maximum Honors Chapin, Jack Herrick, Paul Knight, Frank Robinson, Clark Eisenhaure, Priscilla Comey, Phyllis Temple, Jean Sanborn, James Henderson, Barbara Honors Creiger, Herman Monroe, Marjorie Sullivan, Barbara Currier, Charlotte Doner, Helen Forslind, Paul Gordon, Catherine Haselton, Edgar Hoyt, Richard Levine, Tillie Olson, Herbert Parker, Marion Parker, Mollie Parkin, Maybelle Plummer, Malcolm Robinson, John Wilcox, Hollis Chisholm, Joseph Levine, Dora Littlefield, Hope McCarthy, William Whelton, Rita Commendation Cate, Natalie Comey, Doris Livingstone, Marguerite Merchant, Harry Mitchell, Mona Otis, Florence Stickland, Walter Grant, Edward Noone, Raymond Robbins, Mary Weigmann, Margaret Boyle, Janet Boyers, Stanley Ellis, Ruby Foye, Robert Grant, Blanche Hartshorn, Edith Heselton, Madeleine Mentus, Anne Nelson, Harley Parker, Robert Sullivan, Florence IIUMOR A DOLEFUL TALE John S. Student rolled over in bed. He wasn’t asleep, he wasn t awake; he was in that delightfully drowsy state in which he was sufficiently conscious io appreciate the warmth and comfort of his soft bed. but not conscious enough to spoil his peaceful repose with the thought of facing the freezing air pouring through the wide open window. He was half asleep, half awake, with a drowsy half smile on his face reflecting the vague pleasant thoughts within. John S. presented such a spectacle of peace and hapy repose that his mother, en¬ tering to wake him, paused for a moment with her hand on his shoulder, and smiled. Her eyes fell on the clock, the smile vanished, and she shook Johnnie vigorously. He rolled over, grunted, and said nothing. His mother shook him again. John opened his eyes and muttered, “What’s a matter? I just went to bed.” “Get up, John; it’s a quarter to eight,” and his mother turned and left the room. Alone our hero rumi¬ nated. “That’s what she said yesterday, and it was only seven. I guess I got about fifteen minutes leeway.” He had h ardly finished when a whistle sounded. It was the quarter to eight whistle. Reluctantly John rolled out of bed, rolled into his clothes, rolled to the wash bowl, rolled his face in lathered hands, rolled down stairs into the dining room, and rolled into a chair. Rolling up his sleeves, he was about to attack his breakfast when his mother entered. “John,” she said, “You haven’t time to eat this morning. You’ll be late and that will make five times this week. Perhaps this will teach you a lesson. Her son glanced at her and saw that she meant every word. Resignedly he heaved himself out of the chair, struggled into his overcoat, and set out for school. He was still half-asleep; otherwise he wouldn ' t have sub¬ mitted to his mother’s will without a struggle. The cold air awoke him completely, and he tightened his belt a notch to relieve the empty feeling in his stomach. The first period John was hungry; the second he was ravenous; the third he had to fight cannibalistic tendencies; and the fourth—well, let’s look in on John¬ nie. The period is half over, and he is watching the clock to see if it’s still going. The teacher’s voice break, in on his reverie. “John.” she asks, “what do we make of the raw materials we get from the West? “We make,” answers John, without taking his eyes from the clock, “beef stew with the raw materials we get from the West. The whole class laughs, and so does the teacher. Even John smiles, but the smile van¬ ishes when he feels a twinge in his lower regions. I he belt is by now pulled to the last notch. Our hero looks pretty bad, but the bell puts new life into him. lie grabs his books and heads for the basement, and lunch. Fate, however, has played a mean trick on Johnnie by placing him on the top floor and the cafeteria in the basement. 1 bus when he got to the bottom, a long line had already formed. This line was weaving back and forth, as the boys were pushing and hauling each other about in an effort to better their positions. Johnnie was by nature a meek lad, and ordinarily would have remained at the end of the line. Hunger had driven him to desper¬ ation, however, and he plunged into the front line, but in his weakened condition he couldn’t hold his place and was thrust out. The famished lad was leaning against a locker, re¬ covering his breath, when his eye chanced to light upon two teachers coming down the stairs. One of them hap¬ pened to be a teacher of history. “Surely,” said John¬ nie to himself, “he will take his place at the end of the line. He told us this morning our country was a de¬ mocracy and that means everyone is free and equal.” He was wrong and the two faculty members made their way to the head of the line, demanded service, and got it. From that moment Johnnie took his history with a little salt. He was about to give up when an idea oc¬ curred to him. He went into the locker room, talked with the coach a minute, and emerged with a pair of shoulder pads and a helmet. Donning his armor, John plunged into the line again and struggled to such good effect that he obtained a place just behind the front of the line. At last John was firmly placed and had time to look around him. His glance lighted on Dick Goddard and Mr. Wheeler, the two ponderous chefs. At that moment they were approaching each other, laden with trays of food, and they met at the narrow passage-way formed by the counter and gas range, a space of about three feet. John stared, fascinated. A catastrophe seemed unavoidable; yet as he stared, the impossible happened, and the big fellows passed through with ap¬ parent ease. He measured the distance again with his eye, shook his head dubiously, and turning to the fel¬ low behind him said: “If Einstein saw that, he’d have to reconstruct his theories on space and matter. His observations were interrupted by one of the ponderous chefs to serve him. John looked at the bill of fare, and waxing sarcastic, said: “I’ll take everything you’ve got. Give me a bowl of beef stew.” He got it and an unpleasant look, but the latter didn’t bother him at all. He sat down and assaulted his soup vigorously until his hunger was somewhat ap¬ peased. John began to eat more slowly and he be¬ came aware of a prominent proboscis shoved over his shoulder, and he turned and confronted the owner of that inquisitive nose. “What kind of soup is that?’ asked the fellow. “That,’ said Johnnie, “is chicken soup. “It can ' t be, his strange table-mate declared in a positive manner. “There’s no rice in it. Johnnie recognized this argument as unanswerable and was about to attack his soup again when he felt a hand on his shoulder. The hand belonged to a boy on the other side of him. “Have you ever, the lad asked with apparent sin¬ cerity, “thought seriously of playing in the band, with a bowl of soup as your instrument? This imputation was too much for our long-suf¬ fering Johnnie so he moved into a corner where he could eat without being molested. Having no further use for the football equipment on his head and shoulders, Johnnie returned them. “Well, John, how did you make out? asked the coach. “I made out pretty fair, but not as well as I ex¬ pected. You might say I won a moral victory. He turned to go out, stopped, and continued speaking. “That daily struggle, though, is good training for any¬ one who has any Christmas shopping to do. Well, so long, coach, I’ll be back tomorrow for the helmet and shoulder pads. The moral of this story is: Get up early if you can; but if you can’t, fill your pockets with eatables, such as oyster crackers, before leaving home. Harold Doucette ’33 December 22, 1932 Dear Santa Claus: We, the students of R. H. S., wish to put in a good word for our teachers. They are a good sort when you get to know them; they persecute us because they believe we will reap benefit therefrom; they are much maligned against by those whom they are trying to help; theirs is a thankless task and there is very little sunshine to brighten their work. That’s where you come in, Santa. Look over the list below and see if you can fix things up and spread a little joy amongst the faculty, each member being a shining example of true altruism. Mrs. Jenkins wants some bright pupils. Hers are all worn out. Miss Pratt wants more difficult translation books. She fears her pupils have had it too easy lately. Mr. Fitzgerald will be satisfied with a box of color¬ ed chalk. It amuses the children to have their problems done in color. Miss Ernst would like a kindergarten with accom¬ modations for one boisterous lad, yclept? Coach Howe would receive with open arms (they wouldn ' t stay open long) a couple of “rasslers who could furnish him real competition. Miss Bradley hopes to find in her stocking a couple of muzzles, which she will use on two great big silent men in her Latin IV class. And please give Mr. Dixon a set of brass knuckles to save his own when he pounds out on his desk the big points during U. S. History. Mr. Halpin will believe in you forever, if only some kind philanthropist will give twenty pages of ad¬ vertising for the .Pioneer, and thus prevent Clark Rob¬ inson’s death at the hands of the seniors. We would like Miss Barlow to contract a very slight cold so that she will not persist in opening the windows when it is sixty degrees below. Mr. Wheeler would appreciate a rubber apron to protect himself while massaging chinaware. (Better make it number 56 oversize.) For Miss Batchelder, some sort of contrivance which will automatically stop her car at all red lights would be appropriate and might prevent the loss of life and limb. A few voluntary contributions to the Pioneer would save Miss England from nervous prostration. We ask nothing for ourselves, Santa; if you insist on giving us something, why, it wont bs refused. The teachers come first, however, and will be satisfied with empty stockings if you can’t give what they like, but are too modest to ask for. They don’t want much, Nick, so don ' t disappoint them. Signed, The Good Boys and Girls of R. H. S. P. S. The High School chimney will accommodate you easily; you look quite thin this year. THROUGH THE KEYHOLE WITH MISS WINCHELL “Oh, we heard, yes, we heard; Now, nobody told us, we just heard.” Clark Gable has a rival in the Senior Class; three guesses—right, J. F. Get It? Dean Rounds thinks all the banks in the country- will be closed exactly four months after the day of Roosevelt’s inauguration! We believe he’s right, don ' t you? Well, get out your pencil and do a little arith¬ metic. Who’s the “softie who goes around breaking desks?—another Tarzan; what? Watch out, Chick! And while we’re on this “breaking subject, who’s the P. G. who is breaking so many hearts? No fair telling! We think the P. G.’s should get together and form a club—call it “It Floats ’—oh, beg pardon; that’s Ivory, not Fells Naptha! We’re quite proud of our football band, and also our drum majors. Don ' t be surprised to see Marie leading the Cadets some day! We wonder if coach’s “Latest Find” takes the same size basketball suit as football—perfect 36. ’Nuff sed! That’s An Idea Really now, we ought to have a girls’ game of bas¬ ket-ball for the public sometime. They beat the boys at the game once—oooh, shame! Oh Such Ego! When our Senior tMass pictures are out, well, we hope the movie directors don’t svyamp the place. Ahem, do I hear a faint murmur? And, by the way, know that cute Senior who’s al¬ ways found taking her daily dozen in the halls? Her name is Ros, but really, Mr. S—, she isn’t as bad as she seems. “Peck’s Bad Boy had nothing on a boy we know. Name? Well, he wears an M on his sweater instead of an R. But give him time! One rainy day we had no school, if‘you all remem¬ ber? But it wasn t too wet for a group of girls to go up to Nat’s house for lunch, and then some place else! Better hush up, hadn’t we, or the no school bell will get rusty from lack of use. Once upon a time there were some pirates, green and gold, Who did their famous trysting act on a spring board old; And well, you all know the rest of this tale! Wonder if F. Day believes in a one day week, whoops Fred! Who’s the grunting grid star who wears the pansy pink sweater? Ever see Wilma’s pet nail? I’ll bet she uses it to slice bread. Who’s the bet with, Wilma? Our own Senior President was throwing rocks down near the Town Hall one afternoon, and Miss Batchelder went by—maybe he was protecting the girl who was with him! He ought to be impeached! But don’t take me seriously, (about the impeaching, I mean.) Fitzie refused a dish of ice cream a short while ago; gee, Fitzie, are you counting calories, too? If Phil Parker wants to get a good crowd at Hi-Y, some one will have to furnish a banquet; am I right? A SING-SONG ROMANCE “Betty Co-ed,” an “ All American Girl ” met “ Rag¬ amuffin Romeo” at a “ Masquerade ” while the “ Kiss Waltz ” was playing. She said, “ Let’s Have Another Cup of Coffee and Let s Have Another Piece of Pie!” He said, “Hello, Beautiful,” “You re the Cream in My Coffee”—“Let’s Do It!” After also consuming the “Pink Elephants on the Table,” he cried, “You’re So Delicious,” “Would You Like to Take a Walk?” She eagerly assented and as they were stealing, “In the Gloaming she said, When the Moon Comes Over the Mountain” “Isn’t it Roman¬ tic?” He said, “ You’re Telling Me?” Listen! Should I Reveal” “You’ve Got Me in the Palm of Your Hand? “You’re My Everything!” “I’m Yours!” “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.” “Give Me a Little Kiss, Will I ou — Huh?” “Love Me Tonight.” Betty was furious at this “Strange Interlude ’ and cried, “Goodby — Forever! “Was That the Human Thing to Do?” They soon found that “They Just Couldn’t Say Goodby” however, and our hero met his “Million Dol¬ lar Baby at the Five and Ten Cent Store.” He said, “Let’s Talk it Over!” She sighed, “It Was So Beautiful!” “Please! Mr. Hemmingway.” They were married in the “Little Old Church in the Valley and although he wanted to live in “Only A Shanty in Old Shanty Town,” they stayed in a “Pent House Way Up in the Sky.” Natalie Waitt ’34 JT HAPPENED IN 1950 “It was the year 1950, and I was then in my early twenties. Airplanes zoomed overhead; in fact, the air traffic was terriffic. I had . the great honor of being elected to serve on the air police force. With my speedy plane in waiting, 1 hid behind a cloud, and watched for someone to overdo the speed limit, or disobey some other of our many, and strictly enforced laws. I was, in particular, on the lookout for a young boy pilot, who had made away with several planes, dropping the own¬ ers, minus their parachutes, into mid-air, and leaving them to their fate. Automobiles were, of course, now extinct. People practically lived in the air, women in particular. The majority of the smart Paris shops had taken up new and luxurious quarters in planes. Business men also held their conferences in planes, for, since the invention of the noiseless motor, it was much quieter in the air than on the earth. However, all this is away from the subject, my boy. What I started to tell you was this. It was in the year 1950 that I sprained my ankle, and was obliged, think of it, to spend two entire weeks on the earth, without a single trip into the air. Say, that was a terrible experience.” Ruth Scholz ’34 INTELLIGENT TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BY A HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT “Hello? Yeah, this is me. Sure. No kidding? No, it’s raining cats and dogs now, so I couldn’t do it. Huh? Sure I do. Do you mean it? Yeah, I bet you do. All right, I believe you. Wait a minute, I 11 see. (Elapse of three minutes) Hello? eah, I can go, but I’ve got to be home early. Well, not too early. 1 can’t, she’s right in the next room. What’ll we do? Sure we can, but I thought maybe we were going to the show. Sure I’d like to go. Whose car? Has it got a rumble seat? Have you got to drive? eah, I like rumble seats. What time? Seven, why so early? Yeah, but I’ll miss Amos n’ Andy. Sure I do, don t you? 1 think they’re the nuts. Oh yeah, but personally, I don’t think she’s so special. You would! No, I think he’s ter¬ rible. You’re telling me? Say, that’s awfully old. Right you are. Say, I’ve got to give the mutt a shampoo. Yeah, he and the fleas are great pals. Well, I 11 be see¬ ing you. S’long.’ Ruth Scholz ’34 TO A SOPHOMORE Dear child, of less mentality, Absurd in your banality, Pray calm your great vitality, And hearken to this tale. If you had more pugnacity, A little less loquacity, You might attain sagacity, And with the Juniors sail! Natalie Waitt 34 LIMERICKS There was a man named Keen Who bought a jumping bean, He followed it hither, He followed it thither, Such a sight you never have seen. There once was a man named Hets, Who turned on six gas jets, He picked up a match And gave it a scratch, And they are looking for pieces yet. Leora Richardson ’33 THE JOYS OF GETTING UP ON A COLD MORNING When one has to get up to go to school, he always has a chill. This may be accounted for by a lack of homework preparation, or the temperature’s being around two and a half degrees above or below T zero. Anyway, the usual procedure for a boy getting up on a cold morning is for him to stay in bed for at least fifteen minutes after being called, and then only after being called three or four times—usually four. Then he gets up letting out several yawns that sound like war whoops, and rushes to the window, shutting it with a terrific crash. He then gets dressed as quickly as pos¬ sible, all the while complaining to himself about the cold, and then on being called a fifth or sixth time— usually the sixth, he rushes downstairs, almost breaking his neck, only to find on reaching the bottom that he has forgotten his school books, and has to go back after them. He then eats his breakfast in a manner that would horrify the school nurse, and rushes to school arriving just as the last bell is ringing. This proves the famous saying: “Time, Tide, and School Bells Wait For No Man.” John Doucette 33 316V JOKES Don (driving) : “Gosh, what a clutch!’ Alec: “Say, keep your eyes on the road; this is none of your business. Miss Ernst: “What are you doing over there, learn¬ ing something? Sid: “No, just listening to you. Frank: “This match won’t light. Paul: “That’s funny. It did two minutes ago. ' Vi: “How far were you from the right answer?” Hoppie: “O h! about three seats. Mr. Fitzgerald: “If I subtract x from y, what ' s the difference?” Wilma: “Yeah. 1 think it’s just bunk myself.” Cliff (golfing) : “What do you think I went around in?” Jake: “Double. Cliff: “What do you mean double?” Jake: “Double of what you’re going to tell me.” Mother: “How is it you were suspended today?” Ellison: “Well, my English teacher asked for a theme on the ‘Result of Laziness.’ and I passed in a blank sheet of paper. According to Mr. Peck, a clarinet is an ill wind that nobody in the orchestra blows good. Soph. He: “You know, I’ve been wanting to dance with you in the worst way.” Soph. She: “Well, you certainly are.” He: “May I have the last dance with you?” She: “Yeah, you are now!” Miss Barlow, (reading): “Some men thirst after love, romance, and—. ’ Dick G: “I know something men thirst after.” Miss B: “What’s that? Dick: “Salted Peanuts. ”— Mr. Halpin: “Sanborn, define a straight line.” Jim (absent-mindedly): “Nothing but the truth, • 99 sir. Miss Bradley (in Ancient Hist. I : “Who was the conqueror of Greece? Masters I absent-mindedly ) : “Dutch Cleanser.” M rs. Tilton: ‘‘Late again, well, what’s’ your ex¬ cuse today? Austie: “I guess I sleep slower than other people. Miss Brown: ‘ What is the difference between a fort and a fortress?” Cutcliffe: “I suppose a fortress would be harder to silence.” Harris (reading) : “I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.” Miss Brown: “Who said that?” Harry: “The undertaker.” Clark: “Y ou know—I always throw myself into everything I undertake.” She: “Did you ever dig a well?” Anxious Mater (on day of report cards) : “I ' m so glad to see you back from school. Did you pass every¬ thing?” Lyman: “Yes, mother, everything but two Buicks and a Plymouth.” Miss Batchelder: “Can you operate a typewriter?” Peters: “Yes, 1 use the Biblical system.” Miss B: “What’s that, I’ve never heard of it.” Peters: “Seek and ye shall find.” Mis. Jenkins: “What’s on the outside of a tree?” Dick Gascoigne: “I don’t know.” Mrs. Jenkins: “Bark, my boy, bark. ’ Dick G. (surprised but obedient) : “Bow wow.” COMPLIMENTS of ADAMS CO. 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JUNE 374.4405 Pioneer READING PUBLIC LIBRARY READING, MASSACHUSETTS r THE PIONEER READING HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION NUMBER JUNE 1933 b DEDICATION We gratefully dedicate this 1933 Graduation Issue of the Pioneer to our senior advisers,—Miss Clarissa Brown, and Mr. Rudolf Sussmann, who by their inspirational leadership and welcome ad¬ vice have safely guided our class through our eventful years in high school. reading public library READING, MASSACHUSETTS PIONEER BOARD Editor-in-Chief HERMAN CREIGER ’33 Associate Editors HAROLD DOUCETTE ’33 FLORENCE OTIS ’33 Assistant Editors JACK CHAPIN ’33 BETTY CROOKER ’33 JOHN DOUCETTE ’33 WILMA HALEY ’33 PAUL HERRICK ’33 MARJORIE KENNEY ’33 FRANK KNIGHT ’33 ARNOLD LANE ’33 MONA MITCHELL ’33 LEORA RICHARDSON ’33 DEAN ROUNDS ’33 JAMES SANBORN ’33 RUTH SCHOLZ ’34 BARBARA SULLIVAN ’33 News Editor CHARLOTTE CURRIER ’34 Art Editors GEORGE HYDE ’33 MILES HIGGINS ’33 Typist DOROTHY SYMONDS ’33 Business Managers CLARK ROBINSON ’33 PAUL MACDONALD ’34 Faculty Advisers MISS HELEN ENGLAND MISS FRANCES GREENHALGH MR. LUKE HALPIN MISS MERCIE NICHOLS MR. HERMON WHEELER GOODBY! Seniors, you are now about to go out into the every¬ day, business world about you. You will go forward into a world striving to cope with many problems and striving to emerge from the morass of financial stagna¬ tion. Because of these trying times, therefore, oppor¬ tunities of employment and facilities for further educa¬ tion are decidedly fewer. To succeed, then, you must be able to meet in¬ creased competition, and to show those desirable quali¬ ties which will stamp you as the right person for any position you aspire to. To those of you who go on to higher fields of learn¬ ing, we say, always try to maintain the high standard of scholarship for which your school has had an excellent reputation; apply consistently the industrious work hab¬ its which you have acquired in high school; and re¬ member that your education will be of inestimable value to you in years after you have left the sheltering portal of school life. To others of you who will set out to establish your¬ selves in the business world, we hope that you will set a fine example of industriousness and fidelity; endeavor to improve yourself in your leisure moments, and strive to become a leader in your chosen field of work. To those of you who will have a surplus of en¬ forced leisure, we suggest that you find a hobby or be¬ come interested in something in which you can lose your¬ self and forget the present disappointments of life. In parting, seniors, be mindful of the advice con¬ tained in our class motto “Non verbis sed factis,”—“Not by words but by deeds. Herman Creicer ’33 pQ SENIOR CLASS Jack Ckapin President Our class president, a great student, and also valedictorian. His heartrending performance in the senior play has made him one of the greatest Romeo actors of the school. Mike” is a good, clean sport, and liked by all his fellow classmen. Natalie Cate Vice-President Just keep that grand smile of yours, Na;, and opportunity will walk right in the front door. By the way, Nat is our Helen Wills Moody. She is active in all school affairs and willing to help at any time. Just show your beautiful teeth, Nat, and your worries will be over. John Kenney Secretary Jake, the golfer, not only swings a mean golf club, but also handles a peppy pen in his duties as class secretary. He also blows a sweet baritone in the school band. An active member in Hi-Y, Jake plays the game fair and square. His sunny smile blesses every class he attends, and he is adored by all his teachers. H erman Creiger Treasurer Louie” is the go-getter of the class. He has been treas¬ urer for the last two years, erstwhile captain of the football team, and he dragged down Faculty Honors. He is also managing editor of the Pioneer and a few other things in his spare moments. Plis main weaknesses are skipping col¬ lege boards and holding down somebody’s sofa. SENIOR CLASS Blair Alexander Alabam fairly bubbles over with the characteristics of a Southern gentleman. Friendly, fun-loving, Blair has a way with the girls (we suspect it’s that accent) that makes him one of the most sociable members of the class. Ethel Anderson A whiz at whispering and getting away with it, that ' s Andy. Also a good port; ask the girls on the basketball team. Rosalind Arthur Ros, (the girl who likes Melrose), is liked by the boys as well as by the girls. Although she does not know what “time” is, she always reaches her destination somehow. But, Ros, if you go through the rest of your life as you went through high school, you will not have to wo. ry. Your smile will be your fortune. By the way, boys, have you ever danced with her If you have not, you have a treat coming! Joseph Babine Joe is that mysterious dark haired individual ,vho domina¬ ted the senior play. He also is the owner of the mysterious pair of hands that came down the chimney. He plans to be a transport pilot; we think he will make a good one. Dorothy Bacheller “Dot” declares she isn’t going in for opera, but what a shame to waste a lovely voice like hers. Also, have you seen Dot’s birthday present? No wonder she’s so happy! Eleanor Birkmaier The Cream of North Reading, that is Eleanor. She is well known in the lunch-roor. Her sunny disposition brings trade to the lunch counter, and her cheery smile has won her many friends. If ever anyone was and is everybody’s pal, Eleanor heads the list. And we know that you will not always be a cashier, Eleanor. Norman Bogle Just an ecco—really! He can do things; if you don’t be¬ lieve it, ask him. Fie has already shown himself a pretty good business man. Will lie prove to be a second William Filetie ? Pauline Boston One of our tallest girls and with brains to match her slender erectness. Polly’s blondness is an invaluable asset to the class. Polly is efficient and equally dependable. We do hope you will get your ride on the merr.,-go-round, Polly! SENIOR CLASS v ernon Bowie “Zeke, our former basketball and track star, hopes to become a successful chemist, and with his ability to sur¬ mount all difficulties, his success seems assured. Marjorie Brown Midge—one of our slighter members of the class, who, in spite of her size, is one of the most well known for her wit, sense of humor, and all around athletic ability. Here’s to you, Midge! Mary Canty Quiet and self possessed, Mary, in spite of her sweet and innocent countenance, has acquired an overwhelming knowl¬ edge of the good things in life. Mary is respected and ad¬ mired by all, and we do hope for happiness as a reward to our sweetest girl. Phyllis Chapman Bright-eyed Phyllis has a smile for everyone. She is quiet, but you know quiet people are a lot of fun! Another per¬ son who likes another town is Phil. Shall we name it? Yes. It is Gloucester and the attraction is Lee. Alice Clements Peggy s giggle ends on a high note but what girl’s does¬ n ' t? She likes 25-piece jig-saws—so would we if we could find them. Here’s to luck, Peg! Louise Clements We don’t see much of Lou because she takes the Practical Arts Course and is never around. However, she has man y friends and a good line of chatter. Doris Comey Here is one of our few blondes. Dot is a very good ath¬ lete and has participated in sports throughout high school. If she wins success, as she plays basketball, she will surely come out at the top. Eleanor Connelly We have so many girls who have a winning smile, but it would be hardly fair not to mention Elbe’s most charming one. If ever there was anyone to have a lot of fun with, Elbe is the one. She is one of the best all-round sports in in our class. If you ever feel depressed, you now know where to find a sympathizer. Depend on Elbe. SENIOR CLASS Olga Conti 01” is one of our class stenographers. Being late for school is one of her outstanding hobbies, but when there’s anything doing, she’s always there. Betty Crooker The beauty experts couldn’t have seen “Betty” when they made out the specifications for the perfect girl, for although she carries a bit of surplus avoirdupois, her genial cheery, fun loving disposition has won her a wide circle of friends. And boys, what is more rare than a girl with a roadster of her own? Jere Cullinane It has taken Jerry a long time to realize hi ' ambition (i. e. to get out of high school) but his steady plodding has finally brought him inrough. He has played baseoall for three years, and last spring he batted for 306, being second highest man. Marie Davies Tall, slender, and pretty—that is Marie, our well-known drum major who even as much as receives fan mail for her talent. Not only is she accomplished in this line, but she is also a talented dancer. She is the belle filie of our class. Some day we shall be sitting in the audience very proud of our Marie. Philip Davis He is known to most everyone as Phil, but a few of us call him Dave.” Though Dave is not six feet, he has hid¬ den in him that quickness and strength which would greatly surprise you. His big passion is fooling and wrestling with the fellows who are six feet. Doris Demars Doris is small and dark, with a sunny smile. She has a very sweet voice and uses it a great deal at entertainments. She is a faithful member of the Rainbow girls. We expect to hear more of that voice, Doris. Harold Doucette “Shaver” is known ai und the school as an outstanding athlete and as such has won numerous titles in the athletic field. As the space is much too small to enumerate all his accomplishments, we shall mention only one. Harold Dou¬ cette, during his years at high school has warmed more square feet of bench than any other athlete competing for this honor. “Shaver” is also known for his active part play¬ ed in the Hi-Y, Senior Play, and on the Pioneer Board. John Doucette He is one of our reticent, hardworking, serious minded fellows. John is musically inclined and plays in the orches¬ tra. You can depend on him to back up all class activities and the athletic teams. He may not have his name in elec¬ tric lights on Broadway, out he’ll get there! SENIOR CLASS Miriam Drew “Dolly” is known to be generous ami sincere. Being a happy-go-lucky person, she seems to be able to make friends easily and make the newcomers appear at their ease Margaret Dunn Nice auburn hair, blue eyes, and a winsome smile all be¬ long to Midge. She is quite the experienced soda jerker and may be willing to help you out at any time in that line. Midge likes to dance and does it very well. Although she is rather quie. (at times), she is a lot of fun. Yours for success, Midge. Thurston Englund Toddy—no, not a chocolate drink—jjst Toddy Englund He raced down the football field last fall for the dear old Senior Class to defeat—the 9th graders. Here’s a real ex¬ ample of our class motto—“Non verbis, sed factis.” Louis Emerson Louis is the typical, happy-go-lucky fat man, but he also has his serious side with plenty of “stick-to-it-iveness.” He went out for football three years running without outstand¬ ing success, yet he kept right on plugging without a word of complaint. Marion Enos It seems strange that we have not heard more from Sis during our years in R. H. S. Personally we think it might be bashfulness. Is it, “Sis?” Jack Farnum Jackie is our all-around man this year: student, athlete, social lion, committeeman, and lover. He has shone in foot¬ ball and track. Jackie is going to be a big financier; heck, who will be Hollywood ' s playboy now? Charles Folsom Our all-American basketball star shines on the football field as well. He also shines where the co-eds are con¬ cerned. Charlie’s blond head adds pep to an class room. Alice Foster Alice is a newcomer to our class but she has acquired many friends, through her sunny disposition. Those that know her will agree that she is a corking s F ort. Alice also has a great talent for drawing. She has a great weak¬ ness for gym exhibitions, too, we hear. SENIOR CLASS Elizabeth Foster Meet one o S our art members. Some day “Lib will be widely known as a famous costume designer of the period. Richard Gascoigne Here comes another golfer and a very good one, at that. Gus appears to be very shy, but we believe he is trying to deceive us! By the way, his favorite study is Biology. Well, Gus, we cannot all be smart. Gus is one of the best liked boys in the school, and it is very evidem why. Richard Goddard Dick’s the man with the apron, adored by all his feminine patrons and envied by the male members of the class. To see his good natured smile, one would never suspect that he was a man-killer in the football line-up. May your trip to Dunnner Academy be a successful .one. William Greene Bill, “Barrels, or whatnot. He’s a jolly good fellow. Quiet, yet full of fun. Bill is also one of the class honor group, and why not for he’s a good worker. Here’s to luck and success in the future, Bill. Wilma Haley Willie is one of the many who are interested in social life. She displayed her talent . 1 the senior play, and we wish to say that it wasn ' t all acting, as Willie has a faculty for acting foolish. Elizabeth Hardwick Although Betty has not the loudest voice in school, (and far from it), she is not as shy as she is made out to be. She is the President of the junior Woman’s Club and a good one at that with her pretty face beaming over the audience. May you become president of many other socie¬ ties, Betty. Viola Hasty Oh, how this girl can dance! Blonde, wavy, short hair, nice blue eyes, glasses, and seen a great deal on moonlight nights, (as well as any other time), with a certain Don Yes, you have guessed it—it is Vi. Anyone and everyone likes Vi. She takes part in a great many school activities, and you can always rely on her. Paul Herrick Here’s a boy with brains and a power of application. He has proved himself a good support and an indispensable help. In him you see our future Mr. Safford. He’s another one who would rather see Rudy allee in brick than in flesh. SENIOR CLASS Miles Higgins Mike is another one of our big, strong, silent men, but remember it’s always the quiet people who make the most noise. With his good looking features and his artist ' s tem¬ perament, Mike is sure to find a ready place for himself in the world. We hear he’s going to Vesper George next year. H ermeana Hopkins La petite blonde with blue eyes who wisiies to amount to something (or nothing) in the ranch business. You did not know that we had a rancher in our midst, did you? And, if you hear a meek little squeal from a westerly dir¬ ection you won’t have to figure out where it comes from! But on the whole, Hoppie is everyone’s pal and is very re¬ sponsible. Good luck, Hop. Carl Hoyt Carlie is one of R. H. S.’s better athletes versatile in baseball and football with a strong flair for art. Carlie is a quiet, reserved chap who is one of the biggest boosters of class and school activities. Evelyn Hume Evelyn is an artist and a poet, so of course she’s rather temperamental. We expect some day to see a book of poems written and illustrated by her. Don’t disappoint us, Evelyn. George Hyde Here we have one of the class artists. George has been kept pretty busy making posters and scenery and whatnot. Beware of that sly humor of his. Good luck, George. May we come to visit your studio when you are a famous com¬ mercial artist? Marjorie Kenney One of our personality characters, Midge is well known for her persuasive wink and contagious smile. She is truly qualified for the many parts she has played, for in her own character makeup. Midge possesses every nice thing pos¬ sible—wit, humor, gaiety, understanding! We feel sure the crowning glory of success will soon be yours, Midge. Allen Kittredge “Kit” is energy personified. It must take plenty of pep to draw out those eep notes from that tuba of his. He seems to have all his spare time filled up with work, so he just can’t manage to get to school on time. Frank Knight The Stoic. Amos is bound to succeed. He showed us that he had something besides plenty of gray matter when he gave us his excellent portrayal of “Popo,”—and when he soothed the senior actors with the strumming of his “uke.” He wants to be an engineer, but he’ll be a states¬ man. Lo! Governor Knight! SENIOR CLASS Arnold Lane Laney, the fellow that keeps the Hi-Y treasury from overflowing. We hear that lie ' s interested in a position in the army, namely that of “Sargent. He’s a great trump¬ eter. athlete, and all ' round “guy.” Rita Lewis Greta is little, but oh my! She gives the impression of quietness, but she is really just full of the dickens. Her ambition is to become a nurse. Here’s wishing you luck! Ruth Lindquist Ruthie is everybody’s pal. She is a Pioneer collector, and is taking the Secretarial Course. Her hobby is basket¬ ball. Donald Lindsay “Link” has been plugging away at his bookkeeping this last ye ar as though he meant business, and has cut out all fooling. For recreation, he indulges in tennis, at which game he excels. Marguerite Livingstone If you see a girl with dark brown eyes and a big smile hurrying down stairs with a load of books, it will surely be Margie.” She is always ready to lend a helping hand to those who seem to forget books. Here’s to her success as a nurse. Mary Marchetti Although, generally speaking, Mary is hard to know, her sportsmanship and athletic ability have won her many friends. Marian Marr The girl with that laugh! Who hasn’t heard it? She has already shown her ability as a product manager, and we think her blond attractiveness will catch many an eye. Ruth Mathieson Ruthie” may be chubby, but her good-natured smile and her exceptional ability as a ’cellist will place her among the famous some day. She is a member of the Civic and High School Orchestra... She’s very much in demand at lunch time also, for she knows all the popular tunes. SENIOR CLASS Louise Maybury “Lou” is one of the tallest members of our class (?). She is very efficient and business-like in her work. You will invariably find her with a little brown notebook, studying her rules for bookkeeping. She always has a cheery word for everyone. Edna L. Mclntire Edna is one of our many pupils who loves studying. She is one of these people who takes things as they come—even detention room. She is especially good-natured. Harry Merchant We can all see that beautiful bunch of Harry’s violent hair half a mile down the street. Another one of his crown¬ ing glories is his big, broad grin. We won’t lose Harry for a while, for he is to be a P. G. next year. Florence Metcalf Here comes North Reading’s pep, vim, and vigor all in one! What we couldn’t say about Billie! She is the story teller of the second lunch period and prominent in all school activities, as well as an A. A. collector. Good luck and a happy future. Jack Miller Jack has distinguished himself in every sport in high school; in football he was captain and sports plug of the team; he plays left field on the baseball team. Miller has brains as well as brawn, and he just missed a place in the first ten. Mona Mitchell S. S. G. when translated means sweet, simple, and good—but she is not too good. We all have our moments ! Mona has a nice personality, and she is one of the smart girls of our class, even if she did not make the honor roll. She is quite the accomplished librarian, too. Marjorie Monroe Who would suspect that this little girl wants to be a buyer? All we can say is that the store that engages her services will be well satisfied if she w r orks there in the same nice manner that she works in R. H. S. Harold Moody Harold is quite the accomplished boy. We don’t know what the band and orchestra and chorus would do withou him. Harold tries hard, and he certainly succeeds. He is one who gets blamed for everything, and he takes it on the chin. Harold will be one who will succeed in his line and take life as it comes. SENIOR CLASS Eleanor Moyer Although El appears to be very quiet, you certainly can have fun when she’s around. She not only likes every one, but everyone likes her. If you don’t know El, you should get to know her right away. There seem to he a great many good dancers in our class, and she is one of them. Donald Nichols Don, who is not known to many of us very well, is there¬ fore, hard to understand. But for all that he is a hearty good fellow, fond of a good time. He likes to tinker with his radio when he should be studying, but that’s a minor offense. Marjorie Noonan Margie appears to be one of our quiet students. Appear¬ ances don’t count because she is really full of fun. You should make good, Marg, if only because of your efficiency. Joseph O’Keefe Joe is unassuming but competent. His future is a re¬ porter. Won’t you have to move a bit faster than school life drives you, Joe? He’s a good scholar, and was a fine football manager in his sophomore year. Earl Olsen If anyone crashes into your house the eve of December 25, and insists that he’s Santa Claus, it will be only Earl. Just a big happy boy! Doris Olsen Doris is quiet and excels in cooking and sewing. Her ambition is to become a nurse, and we know she will be a compent one. Florence Otis Florence was the only girl to make the honor roll, so she deserves a big hand. She is another very reliable per¬ son. Flossie also has a very good sense of humor and is always laughing. Her carefree manner and wonderful per¬ sonality have put her where she is today, and tomorrow she will be even more successful. Good luck, Flossie. Philip Parker Phil always floats into a class room with the last bell. His “little-boy” grin makes one wonder whether he ever has serious moments. We hear he’s famous as Hi-Y’s presi¬ dent. SENIOR CLASS Leslie Perkins What will the chorus do next year without Leslie? She has always been one of Mr. Peck’s most faithful standbys, so we know he’s going to miss her. Frances Perry Fran, with her sparkling blue eyes and rosy cheeks, is the girl that is always willing to help somebody at any time. We need not say that you will be a - success, because it is very evident. Keep that good temper of yours, and you will get along O. K. Isabelle Peters Hidden in a small, slim little figure we find the personifi¬ cation of all that’s nice—wit, friendliness, sense of humor. “Is” is one of the best and a pal of everyone. Barbara Pierce A possessor and efficient user of gray eves. Barbie dimples her way through school, and will probably make a gallant effort at life in the same fashion. I hope they like you as well outside the school as we do here, Barbie! Benjamin Piper Breezy Ben, easy come, easy go. He’s serious in his studies when there’s no one within talking distance. Ben is a steady worker, however. He practically slaved for us while stage manager for the Senior play, and we appreciate that. Dorothy Pratt Dot’s clothes are always the last word in style. Her infectious laugh is well-known op. the basketball floor. We’re sure she will make some boss a good secretary. Margaret Quint Peggy’s” outstanding characteristic is her blush-, which appears very easily. She wants to go to Cushing Academy, where we wish her all the luck in the world. Roberta Raley “Bobby” is an all round good sport. She’s a “Scotty,” and proud of it, and art is her favorite subject. With her repertoire of snappy comebacks and her pleasant smile, she will no doubt be a success at whatever she undertakes. SENIOR CLASS Mahlon Rich ... Mai combines a good natured disposition with natural talent along musical and dramatic lines, to make himself one of the most popular students at R. H. S. The Old “Maestro” is one of our most traveled men as well. Leora Richardson “Lee,” a ' clever writer, has contributed many poems to the Pioneer. She seems quiet and retiring but when you know her she will “keep you in stitches as the saying goes. We hear she is quite an artist, too. Lyman Richardson Cheer up, Lymie. You and your roadster will slay them yet. Photography is Lymie’s hobby, and he s quite a photo¬ grapher. He also came in for class honors. Good work and good luck, Lymie. James Richmond In Jimmie we have the little boy” of the class. Every¬ body likes him because he can appreciate a good joke, whether he is the object of it or not. Some day we may find him to be a famous civil engineer. Marion Roberts Robbie” seems to have a pet ambition of being the best whisperer in our class. Marion is very good in shorthand, too. She also likes to take long walks in the country. Are you planning to be a floorwalker ? Clark Robinson “Prof” Robinson, despite his youthfulness, is cpiite a walking dictionary. His theories on this and that would even belittle Einstein. “Prof” would make a good radio man, if his choice of words was slightly moderated. A member of the honor roll, he takes pride in going home at 2 o’clock. Ernest Rodgers “Slim’s” hobby, so he claims, is loafing, but he likes to read, especially Zane Gray and Western novels. His am¬ bition is to be a man, and his favorite study is Biology. Dean Rounds Dean is known to most everybody as “Squeak” although we could never find out why. Squeak is fun loving, jovial, and has a great disposition, we think. He’s the boy who goes home afternoons to study, but what does he do even¬ ings ? It’s a mystery to most of us. SENIOR CLASS James Sanborn “Otis” Sanborn. A jinx in an automobile but an honor¬ able man. If it’s grit that’s wanted, Sandy has it. Robert Shannon Bob is that curly-headed blond young fellow with the whistle. His claim to fame is based on his ability to negoti¬ ate 100 yards and 220 yards of cinder path in shorter time than any of his school fellows. Natalie Smith A hearty laugh and a vivacious personality are Nat’s characteristics. She’s going to be a nurse because “Just think of all the cute doctors I’ll meet!” Helen Spindler Helen is a very attractive girl as her pictures prove. Her personality and capability will be an asset to any office. Walter Stickland Here is the man from the north woods (North Main Street). “Stick” can always be relied upon for his good judgment. He never forgets to grin either, even if some¬ body does crack a poor joke. Barbara Sullivan “Barb” is one of the whisperers in our class. She is also an athlete and has played on our basketball and tennis teams for three years in high school. Though she is full of fun, she can have serious moments, too. Helen Swain Helen is generally ra ' ther sober but she has a pretty smile when she forgets herself. If she keeps reading mystery stories, she’ll be a detective! Dorothy Symonds W hat the well dressed girl will wear, Dot will show you. Tall, stately girl, brown hair, and hazel eyes all wrapped up in one. Dot is loads of fun and a very good sport. And, she is an excellent dancer. SENIOR CLASS Samuel Symcnds Among the stars in the athletic firmament, Sam is one of the leading lights. Sam is outstanding in his exploits in football, basketball, and track. This combination of ath¬ letic ability plus a sunny disposition, and an attraction for the fairer sex, ought to carry Sam toward great things in life. Robert Webster Bob is a quiet, industrious sort of fellow, who wins the favor of all who know him, by his sociable unassuming manner. Always appreciative of a good joke, Bob is a regular fellow. Hazel White The saying that “good things come in small packages” is efficiently personified by Haze—whose trim little figure has turned many eyes green with envy. She is also the possessor of a charming smile and knows when to laugh. Mae Williams Mae is the quiet type with a weak voice but we’ve heard that she can yell like an Apache outside. She wants to be a missionary—cannibals eat little girls like you, Mae! Ethel Wood Ethel’s sparkling personality seems centered in her fingers when she plays the piano for us, but she also has a charm¬ ing smile and such brown eyes! We hope your ambitions are fulfilled, Ethel, a ' nd feel no doubt that they will be. Marion Wright How could a girl whose favorite indoor sport is darning socks have an uncertain future? But then, her wish was to meet her husband. Best of luck, Marion. SENIOR CLASS Bernard Callan Bernie is a quiet fellow who is always willing to do anything for his friends. He is well known for his easy-going manner and contagious grin. Austin Doherty Austie, the good-natured class clown, seems a promising bashful man in years to come. With his tall and stately physique and schoolgirl complexion Austie is most attractive to the feminine eye. Okay, Gable, here’s your cue. John Dukelow Duke is the bachelor of our class. He is one of our football heroes, and quite a hero at that! In not knowing blonde headed, blue eyed Duke, you are missing a great deal. Much happiness in the future, Duke, and do not doubt that you will become a run¬ ner up to Bobby Jones. Beulah Eastman “Boo” is the undertone of the classroom and the “tone” is usually funny. When we notice the twinkle in her eyes, we get ready for another prank. Stanley E. Ellison “Stan,” with his handsome face and innocent ex¬ pression, is really an irresponsible youth. He doesn’t like jig-saw puzzles, but does manage to put together radios that receive static with much volume. The fact that he was such a great technician, gave him the position of electrician for the senior play. William Faulkner Bill has gained fame as a ' track star—we expect to hear more of him. He has hopes of going to the Univer sity of New Hampshire. Bill is well-liked and is often seen in his Harold Teen Ford. Ruth Gammons Gammie is the good natured and witty girl who has taken a lot of tumbles in life. Although she is not the smallest person in school, she is a good look¬ ing girl. She is one of our great artists, even though she is left handed. But they say that lef , handed people are the cleverest and smartest ones in the world, so that accounts for it. You are O. K. Gammie, so don’t let them “kid” you! Virginia Gammons A sprinkle of laughter and then, of course, Sis! Our gay, witty, vivacious Sis, who with her beautiful brown eyes and Pepsodent smile has won one and all as admirers. H. Ashford Gibbons, Jr. “Asher” is one of the handsome, smiling farmers taking the agriculture course. He raises hogs, and his ambition is to be a gentleman farmer, his favorite book being the check book. Ralph Lake Puddle” is an agriculturist who raises chickens and hopes someday to be a successful poultryman. He likes jig-saw puzzles, and that is probably the reason he enjoys working on automobiles. Florence Margeson Florence has beautiful curly hair, and is very quiet. She is a member of the homemaking class. , Pier am¬ bition is to become a child’s nurse. Here’s wishing you luck, Florence! Marguerite Moreau It has been proved by her work in the Public Speak¬ ing Contest that Marguerite has dramatic ability. Remember her recitation from “Jean Valjean”? Good work, Billie, keep it up! Lawrence Morris Ponzi is not a - racketeer, as his adopted cognomen would imply, but just one of our unobtrusive steady workers; unobtrusive in the class room, that is, for he is making a name for himself as a hard-hitting first baseman. Virginia Parkhurst “Ginny” appears very quiet and unobtrusive in class rooms. In reality she is “full of the dickens” and al¬ ways ready for a good time. Besides having a good disposition, she is ready to make herself useful anv time . Clarence Powell “Wishy” is a tall, curly-haired lad who actually likes history, but that is probably becanse he keeps one of his favorite cowboy stories behind the history book. He claims that he is not a wishful “Wishy,” but his ambition is to be a banker. Robert Powell “Bob” is a rather quiet person, whose favorite subject, strange as it may seem, is English. Daniel Scott “Scotty” says his favorite game is tiddlev winks but we think it’s baseball. He’s the lad with the wicked grin and a ready answer—not always in class though! William Spellman Here’s another quiet lad—at least to all appearances. But a few quiet people are good for the world. a n d Bill has lots of friends, so maybe “silence is golden.” Charlotte Taylor One of our, not hard to look at, attractive blondes. From the things she likes, one takes it for granted she is interested in sports and other things. Morten Terhune Mort is the official bouncer and mechanic of the class. He also likes to play tennis when he ha ' s the time. He’s a good fellow when you get to know him. George Watson “Dr. Watson,” the friend and colleague of Mr. Holmes, has during the past three years distinguished himself in baseball and football. Frank Waugh This genial pleasant fellow is a mystery to most of us as he doesn’t try to make himself known. He will be a success because of his ability to finish anything he starts. THE PIONEER EWS This year, despite “old man depression,’ ' has been a successful one in good old “R. H. S. ’ The Band had a busy time of it during the fall, of course, adding greatly to the spirit of the football games. At the conclusion of the season the members continued to have regular practices each Friday afternoon, and after much diligent rehearsing they paraded with other bands at Lexington, Patriot’s Day, and May 13th com¬ peted with about thirty bands of the state at Arlington. The orchestra has not been often employed, but it has contributed to various assemblies, and with several imported musicians played at the annual Senior Play. A few of the members were chosen to play in a jazz or¬ chestra, used at the Friday afternoon dances, which were held for several weeks for the benefit of the Athletic As¬ sociation. The Chorus, although it has only sung once, at the Civic Orchestra Concert, has practised regularly, each Tuesday morning under the direction of Mr. Samuel Peck. In the past half year we have enjoyed five splendid assemblies. February 9th George Moriarty, the well- known baseball player, gave a humorous talk on his experiences in this sport. February 27th we were in¬ terested in hearing the prize speaking contest given by the Agricultural students of Worcester and Reading. One of our own school members, Albert Richardson, re¬ ceived the prize. March 9th we were entertained by Mr. Du Hois, a magician, who revealed to our attentive eyes many of the old tricks by which we love to be fooled. April 17th we attended an illustrated lecture on Aus¬ tralia given by Captain Osborne and his wife. April 21st in a pre-vacation assembly, Mr. King, a euphonium player, of Walter Smith’s popular band, rendered a group of selections for us. The Junior Woman’s Club has concluded a gratify¬ ing year under the leadership of its president, Elizabeth Hardwick. The meetings have consisted of various lec¬ tures, a bridge, a tea, and a tea dance. Some of the members have participated in other activities aside from the regular monthly meetings, including the attendance of the convention at Cambridge and of the banquet of the State Federation held May 16th at the spacious Ocean House in Swampscott. The Hi-Y under the leadership of its able president, Philip Parker, has enjoyed a successful year. The meetings have consisted of lectures on sports and schools, discussions, inductions, suppers, and two meetings when the members entertained their parents. Some of the boys attended the Boxford Convention and others, the conference for older boys at Pawtucket, Rhode Island. Co-operating with the Junior Woman’s Club, the Hi-Y gave a bridge for the benefit of the school athletic fund, which proved a great financial success. I he Junior Class under the guidance of its adviser. Mr. Luke Halpin, and its officers Kenneth Ives, Presi¬ dent; Margaret Weigman, Vice-president; Catherine Gor¬ don, Secretary; and Harvey Kimball, Treasurer; has given the Junior Prom and the Senior Reception. The Sophomore Class with Miss Carmen Simon as adviser and the leadership of its officers Robert Chan- nonhouse, President; Priscilla Eisenhaure, Vice-presi¬ dent; Phyllis Comey, Secretary; Maxwell Holland, Treasurer; has put on successfully its annual “Hop.” Charlotte Currier ’34 THE BLACK FLAMINGO This year’s senior play, “The Black Flamingo” was a dark horse in more than one sense, but was one of the most successful plays ever produced by the Reading High School. Mr. John E. Hines was hired to coach the play. At the call for try-outs half the class turned out. Mr. Hines had each one walk across the stage and eyed them critic¬ ally, poised with one foot on a chair. He was an extra¬ ordinary fellow, all wrapped up in his profession. On several occasions he ran around the hall looking for his book, which he had in his pocket. He couldn ' t remem¬ ber a name from one day to the next, but he surely knew his work. He was not a hard taskmaster; every once in a while he took time out to dig up a few reminiscences of great personages, plays, and cities. It was easy to see that he had been things and done places. The rehearsals were a lot of fun. Mai Rich oc¬ casionally put on one of his comedy stunts, and the scenes between Popo and Clotilde (Frank Knight and Wilma Haley) were always a source of amusement. These rehearsals also tended to shove homework into the background (even more so than usual), but several of the play cast were on the honor roll. In fact, all the honor parts for graduation were given to pupils who were in the play—smart actors, those pupils; or else, smart pupils, those actors! The last rehearsal, held at the Junior High, was the best one. It started off with a supper served by the mothers of Popo, Clotilde, and Madame Bodier (Betty Crooker.) Everybody did full justice to it to the extent of seconds and thirds. Trigaud I in class called Jack Chapin) must have heard somewhere that really great acting comes from within, because he proceeded to forti¬ fy his stomach to its great capacity, lie was first at the table and left only because the noises which Frank Knight coaxed and pounded out of his uke were not to be synchronized with the process of digestion. The troupe journeyed to North Reading and gave a performance at Flint Memorial Hall. The fun from back stage was quite equal to the enjoyment derived from seeing the play in the audience; who in the cast has forgotten the time when Mr. Sussmann fired the gun off at the wrong time? FOOTBALL Hack Row: Robert Channonhousc, Alec Williamson, Harry Harris, Clifford Holt, Fred Ryland, Kenneth Ives, Lawrence White Second Row: Coach Howe, Herman Hubbard, Carl Hoyt, Dick Goddard, Daniel Scott, Austin Doherty, Louis Emerson, Alfred Lindquist Front Row: Jack Farnum, Sam Symonds, Charles Folsom, Jack Miller, Fred Day, John Dukelow, Herman Creiger BOYS’ BASKETBALL Hack Row: Earl Olsen, Alec Williamson, Jere Cullinane, Roger Davis, George Colley, Kenneth Ives, Coach Howe Front Row: Clifford Holt, Richard Preston, Charles Folsom, Samuel Symonds, John Uowers THE PIONEER Now let us look in at Shepardson Hall on the big performance. The curtain rises for the first act reveal¬ ing the public room of a French Inn of the Revolution¬ ary period. The scenery is of a dreary nature hinting at mystery or drama to come. There are two doors, one from the outside and one from the kitchen, also a wind¬ ing staircase, which is enclosed except for a small win¬ dow about half way up. In the center is a huge fire¬ place, and overhead is a large picture of a black fla¬ mingo. Ah, ha! Here’s a clue to the title of the play! Almost immediately Clotilde appears on the scene with a candle, but a weird sound comes from a violin which seems to be in the fireplace, and poor Clotilde is under the table! Have courage, lassie! Well, that weird vio¬ lin keeps up its racket all night, so we ll let that pass. Don Nichols who plays the part of Bourien is one of the bad, had men (notice the one; the play has many had, bad men.) And who can forget Bodier (Herman Creiger) the sly, crafty gold snatcher, and his wife, who is just as sly and crafty, but doesn’t see much gold? Then we remember the Duke de Lussac (James San¬ born ) and his beautiful daughters (Midge Kenney, and Rosalind Arthur), one of whom was hypnotized by the magic Cagliostro. Cagliostro (Joe Babine) was the person in the play who set us wondering just what stunt lie would do next. His personality dominated the whole play. The Duke came to this inn looking for his way¬ ward son Francois (Paul Herrick), sort of a black sheep, and before he left he found him. The black sheep was pulled up the fireplace by a pair of dead white hands, but he lived through it. Oh, who’s this? You might have known! It’s Popo, daintily stepping over the threshold and flitting around the room. And here comes Clotilde herself, who is a little flirt, and very frank about Popo’s blond hair and dainty calf. We wonder whether Popo likes Clo¬ tilde herself, or the roast pig she cooks. The comedy provided by these two was almost side-splitting. And here’s the troubador or Caballero. Trigaud takes time off from fighting various men to make love to the duke’s daughter, Diana, whom it appears he has seen before. We are thrilled with the murderous looking peas¬ ants and the sound effects. After the curtain went down on the last act, the audience gave a sigh of satisfaction and appreciation of this unusual play, and went home to say next day, “Well, the high school still lives up to its reputation for fine drama.” Florence Otis—Harold Doucette ’33 CLASS CARNIVAL lime: Five A. M. Wednesday morning, Feb. 17, 1933. Place: The home of any member of the senior class. What’s happening: In the room of John S. Stu¬ dent, a shadowy form moves near the bed, flits cau¬ tiously across the room, lifts the curtain and peers out; not a star is visible, and the dense clouds completely ob¬ scure the moon. The faint illumination from a street light reveals beneath rumpled hair a pair of heavy-lid¬ ded eyes set in the smooth face of a boy. The face opens in a yawn; the boy shivers and stares disconsolately at the dark sky. He turns back toward his warm bed, stumbles over a chair, grumbles impatiently, and falls into bed—, mumbling, “Well, this weather would give anybody a night¬ mare. It looks as though today’s carnival were off.” The time is 8:30 a. m. still Wednesday morning, Feb. 17. PI ace: Lunch room at Reading High. What’s happening: Our friend John is leaning against the ' wall in a corner; he is clad in hobnailed boots, corduroy pants, and a multitude of sweaters; a pair of skates are draped across his shoulders and his skiis are lying on the floor. The boys and girls are milling around, en¬ gaged in heated arguments; fifty per cent of them want to call the thing off, fifty per cent want to go whether it rains or not; the other fifty per cent don’t care. “Bur- gie is tearing around, giving a great show of energy and industry, and obviously weighed down with the intri¬ cate problems of finance and transportation, all the while keeping an eye on the weather reports from New Hamp¬ shire. Mr. Sussmann climbs on a bench and makes a few extemporaneous remarks; John can’t hear him, but apparently he advocates postponement for those near him object vociferously. Finally, our worthy principal has an inspiration. He herds the class into the hall, closes the door, and makes a few more extemporaneous remarks, this time to the effect that the only way to set¬ tle the question is to resort to the good old American institution, i. e., majority vote. The party of the left run¬ ning on a pro-carnival platform, polled all but one ol the votes, and it seems that this lone conservative was actuated by policy rather than principle, he having a test on the morrow. This account may seem long drawn out, and you may think I am rather slow in getting John to the scene of the carnival. All I can say is that it took John a long time to get there—Mason’s buses are not celebrated for iheir speed, and the boys who went to Exeter last fall can testify as to their dependability. Much delay was caused by nearly everyone’s trying out three of four seats in each of the buses. They finally settled down, however, and a truce was declared between the snowball warriors; the buses pulled out to the accompaniment of cheers and yells. John heaved a big sigh of relief and settled back to enjoy the ride. This was not to be, how¬ ever, for he had been indiscreet enough to set himself down by the side of a very talkative young lady, who without any invitation or encouragement, proceeded to regale him with tales of her family life, her various ex¬ periences, and her impressions of the scenery and land¬ scape. She kept up this small talk incessantly for the first twenty miles, and then gradually began to subside. SENIOR PLAY Back Row: Frank Knight, Harold Moody, Donald Nichols, Harry Merchant Second Row: Louis Emerson, James Sanborn, Herman Creiger, Paul Herrick, Mahlon Rich Front Row: Wilma Haley, Joseph Burbine, Jack Chapin, Marjorie Kenney, Rosalind Arthur GIRLS’ BASKETBALL Back Row: Miss Nichols, Marjorie Reed, Fen Carpenter, June Lenfest, Eleanor Biady, Eleanor French, Hollis Wilcox, Viola Livingstone, Betty Gammons Second Row: Katherine Cummings. Rita Lewis, Marjorie Brown, Barbara Sullivan, Agnes O’Dowd, Marion Richardson, Marion Parker. Edith Bryden, Lois Albee, Doris Comey Front Row: Frances Stratton, Pearl Wormell, Esther Ray, Margaret Learv. Alma Doran Mary Marchetti, Hermeana Hopkins, Mary Robbins, Phyllis Comey, Edith Leach BASEBALL Back Row: Joseph O ' Keefe, William McCarthy, Dick Preston Second Row: Donald Nichols, Robert Foye, Norman White, Harold Doucette, Roland Hatch, Richard Hoyt, Coach Howe Front Row: Clarence Powell, Carl Hoyt, Lawrence White, Daniel Scott, Charles Folsom ORCHESTRA Back Row: Wyatt Installs, Willard Morrison, Ruth Mathieson, Edward Tarpin, Roger Davis, Mr. Peck, Donald Mitchell, Frank Colley, Arnold Lane, Blair Alexander Front Row: Effie Poole, Park Masters, Margaret Weigmann, Eleanor Moyer, Earl Hobart, John Matheison, Dorothy Parker, Everett Carroll, George Nickerson, Harold Moody, Laurel Schofield, Burton Warren, Edith Hartshorn, Donald Nichols THE PIONEER Then the quartette (their only qualifications lay in there being four of them) began to torture some of the more popular airs. Gradually, the rest of the boys joined in, and the discord multiplied with the numbers. The up¬ roar was becoming almost unbearable and John was on the point of getting off and walking the rest of the way when fortunately the clubhouse was sighted. The buses rolled to a stop in front of a long low structure, painted yellow, and the party scrambled out and took possession of the building. Some of the boys departed on a tour of inspection, John among them. He was admiring the snow-covered hills when his reverie was interrupted by a large juicy snowball plunking him on the hack of his neck. Perceiving that it was one of the quartette who had nailed him, John plunged into the fray. A general melee ensued, the high spot of which was a lively combat between Jack Chapin and Mr. Suss- mann; the latter was finally forced to retreat, employ¬ ing the announcement of dinner as a pretext for with¬ drawing. The food was very good, but the best part of the dinner, contrary to popular belief at all banquets, was the speeches. Mr. Sussmann rises, dusts off a couple of stories, and presents them to us—the crowd chuckles. Mr. Chapin is introduced, and hands us a nice, new shiny juvenile story . . . the crowd roars. Mr. Fitzgerald is presented. He rises, coughs, turns red, coughs again, and then without dusting it off presents us with a story which every one of us heard in the first grade . . . the crowd groans. Mr. Howe is presented and is greeted with loud applause. He has achieved quite a reputation as a disciple of Schnozzle Durante (I am not referring to Mr. Howe’s proboscis, but to his sartorical emulation of that famous character.) But, what’s this? Surely last year ' s rendition did not exhaust his repertoire. So it seems however, for with a few T remarks to the effect that “history may repeat itself, but I do not Mr. Howe sits down quite composedly.—the crowd groans again. Nevertheless I for one hope the gentlemen have estab¬ lished a precedent. Apparently they believe as I do, that “a man should speak because he has something to say, and not because he has to say something.” The crowd broke up after dinner. Some danced, others played cards. A lot went off into the hills to ad¬ mire the topography, with an escort. Most of them went tobogganing and skiing. Three or four of the hardier girls tried the ski jump. It looked to me as though they were trying to draw and quarter themselves, for they spread their skiis when they came to the jump and their legs were practically horizontal. Of course, the boys are perfect ski jumpers! Mr. Sussmann produced one of those instruments of torture peculiar to this machine age and amused him¬ self with taking pictures of us at the most inopportune and embarrassing moments. Around 4 o’clock everybody came back to the club¬ house. The skiis and things were piled on top of the buses. At dusk we set off for home, and somehow the singing seemed to he more harmonious on the way back. So ended one of the best days of the year, which will always be fondly recalled. Harold Doucette ’33 THESE SENIORS As the June days approach and graduation is defi¬ nitely in sight, the seniors begin to suffer pretty severely from spring fever, a very useful malady when back homework is mentioned. Perhaps the most important reason is that the authorities have been indiscreet enough to suggest the third-quarter marks as basis for confer¬ ring diplomas. Why keep on running when the race is over? Why not rest up for the next race? Another im¬ portant reason is that nearly every one in the class is on some committee, or collects for something, or has to prepare an oration, or is unfortunate enough to have been hooked by Pioneer scouts. Some dozen commit¬ tees fuss around for three weeks where one committee could transact all the business in a few days with one class meeting. Twelve committees usually necessitate twelve class meetings, which a senior regards as part of his “entitles.” As for the collectors,—well, taking in money is hardly an easy task, and there is so much to be taken in that it requires about three periods every day to do it. Those who have to grind out orations are repaid many times over on the day of presentation; for the harder a speech is to write, the more impressive it is to listen to. To all of these people technocracy is ap¬ parently just another word hard to spell. They have excuses, rather than reasons for not working, but the ex¬ cuses work, and so excuse them from working. The only- fellow who leads a dog’s life at this time of the year is he who is pursued by the remorseless news-hounds on the Pioneer staff. They seem to be on the staff merely because of a faculty to keep on the heels of those persons who are reputed to possess a little talent, and if that reputation is based on an English theme suggested by a magazine, that individual is in a difficult spot. One such fellow has been heard to confess that he had a night¬ mare once, in which Daniel Boone, the old pioneer, was chasing him with a huge pencil in one hand and a sheaf of papers in the other. The moral is obvious. The senior who has taken things easy the first three quarters has to work a hit the last quarter, but he usually finds the teachers willing and even eager to give him a “break.” Perhaps they do that because they are not anxious to have him the following year. Anyway a fel¬ low 7 making up several book reports in May or June may write them with one hand under the desk, and look at his lap for inspiration rather than at the ceiling, and arouse no comment; whereas, from September to March both hands must be on top and the table and the ceiling must he the source of inspiration. Other things which break up the daily routine are THE PIONEER pictures and autographs. Every senior is rushing around, assiduously collecting a specimen of every other senior’s handwriting, and incessantly exchanging pic¬ tures, and making flattering remarks about the same. Then, after working for months to accumulate all the “John Hancocks and “physiogs possible, he will soon consign them to the bottom of an old trunk where they will probably remain undisturbed. T he sense of importance beginning to be experienc¬ ed by a senior is also a source of unrest. The fame gained by those participating in the play, the pictures of famous members of the class on the front page of the town’s weekly, the envy, admiration, and respect of the lower classes, the teachers placing the senior class on a more equal intellectual footing, all contribute to that feeling each senior has of being of worth and importance in the world. And when a fellow is thinking of his newly-acquired prestige, mundane things like math and history slip into the background. On top of this, there is the demoralizing effect created by the P. G’s. Most of them seem to be train¬ ing for a job in a bank, as they stroll in around nine in the morning, and vanish at two in the afternoon. Also, between nine and two, they take a couple of periods off to play tennis, take a nap in somebody’s car, or a sun¬ bath lying on the grass. Nobody says anything to them; nobody drives them. They are not worried about quar¬ ter marks, diplomas, or examinations. These P. G’s. also, being superior in age, experience, and understand¬ ing to the graduating class, detract somewhat from the glory of being a senior. Yet, though they assume a supercilious air and sniff condescendingly when anybody eagerly anticipates the big times coming in June, it’s a safe bet that they would just as soon change places with the one sniffed at. At this time everybody seems to be a little impati¬ ent. a little irritable, a little discontented with things. The best answer to any person who advocates keeping the schools open in July and August is to take that per¬ son into a schoolroom on a hot June day and let him see how animated everybody is. Twelve years ago we wrote the first page in our school history; now we have reached the summit, the end, the last page—of the first chapter. There are long¬ er ones to be written. All of us would undoubtedly like to fly backwards, like Fred Allan’s famous bird, not be¬ cause we want to see where we’re going, but to see where we’ve been. It might be interesting and pleasant. We are all interested in the future, too, and would like to see what’s in front of us. We have heard much of “a new deal,’ and we should have faith in it; we can expect it, but we can ' t expect somebody to read our cards, tell us what to play, and how to play it, and agree to settle up for all our losses. The game isn’t played like that. Harold Doucette ’33 SENIOR ELECTIONS Most popular girl Marie Davies Most popular boy Jack Chapin Cutest girl Hermeana Hopkins Prettiest girl Betty Hardwick Best looking boy Jack Farnum Wittiest girl Betty Crooker Wittiest boy Austin Doherty Everybody s pal Eleanor Birkmaier Chatter box Viola Hasty Wise cracker (girl) Florence Metcalf Wise cracker ( boy) Austin Doherty Man hater Leora Richardson Woman hater Joseph O ' Keefe Class vamp Marion Wright Class sheik Herman Creiger Favorite teacher (man) Coach Howe Favorite teacher (woman) Miss Brown Tallest girl Wilma Haley Tallest boy James Richmond Shortest boy Lyman Richardson Shortest girl Mae Williams Mischievous boy Austin Doherty Mischievous girl Natalie Smith Best natured Betty Crooker Best athlete (boy) Charles Folsom Best athlete (girl) Mary Marchetti Heartbreaker Sam Symonds Go-getter Ros Arthur Giggler Nat Cate Ticket seller Florence Otis Most sociable Betty Crooker Clown Mai Rich Class baby (age) Frank Knight Most respected Paul Herrick Artist George Hyde Ivory tickler Ethel Wood Best dancer (boy) Sam Symonds Best dancer (girl) Marie Davies Orator Jack Chapin Maestro Mahlon Rich w IN THE LONG RUN you and your friends will prize the portrait that looks like you—your truest self, free from stage effects and little conceits. 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' • - - |n Editor Charlotte Currier ’34 Literary Editors Seniors Tillie Levine Ruth Scholz Jean Temple Juniors Priscilla Eisenhalre Gardner Knapp William Mooney Sophomores Lawrence Cate Kent Fletcher Frances Jewett Mary Lee Kingman Muriel Newberry Poetry Editor Natalie Waitt ’34 Art Editor Betty Mitchell ’34 Athletic Editors Parke Masters ’35 Lillian Brown ’34 Marie Done ’34 Exchange Editor Helen Doner ’34 News Editor Catherine Gordon ’34 Business Managers Paul MacDonald ’34 Harley Nelson ’35 Jonathan Lewis ’36 Facuity Advisers Helen England Frances Greenhalgh Luke Halpin Hermon Wheeler 49 READING PUBLIC LIBRARY READING, MASSACHUSETTS EDITORIALS CHRISTMAS Christmas! It’s a magic word! It means going to bed the night before with a delightful feeling of ex¬ citement and anticipation, and waking up early to jump out of bed and examine your presents. It means a din¬ ner of joy and happiness, and afterward rushing out into the clear, cold air, (for one very rarely sees a stormy Christmas; it’s as if God knew, and gave us a nice day) to take presents to friends, and aunts, uncles, and cousins, and calling, Merry Christmas ’ to every¬ one you see. Christmas! Its wonderful! It’s the one holiday that every civilized country in the world celebrates at about the same time. It is something a little past the comprehension of ordinary mortals. It means Peace on Earth, Good Will toward Men! Frances Jewett ’36 RELIABILITY The virtue of being reliable is one of the most es¬ sential foundation stones of one’s character. Without it there is practically nothing worthy really to be called character. If a person is to be respected, he must be reliable, so that his every day associates may confide in his word and promise as positive fact. If these associates refuse to trust his word, who, then can be expected to, or does rely upon it? Whether in school, or in the business world to come, those who succeed must be always—among numerous other things —absolutely reliable. For example: if you agree to be at a certain place at a certain time, you should feel it a matter of duty, and take pride in being there on time, not five or ten minutes late. Again, if school work is due on a certain date, you must be prepared, if you are to consider yourself re- liable. In athletics: on the football field, or baseball dia¬ mond one should be reliable, trying continually to do his allotted share of work on the team. One should be reliable as to conduct in school, es¬ pecially in study rooms so that those who are taking a subject in the front of the room will not be disturbed. A truly reliable person is one who has the qualities of reliability in school, in athletics, and in business to come. . . , oc Merton Richardson 3 d against cliques and too often with a mean and sinister motive. Have you ever stopped to reason the why of such narrow groupings and to realize that, very fre¬ quently, you yourself are responsible for them? Cliques in school have held my attention, and an¬ alysis proves, beyond a doubt, that they are of your unconscious making. Observe if you will when sentiment for or against a measure is requested, only a few will venture an opinion, or when an outstanding opportunity is afforded you, only a few will grasp it. When activities call for participants and your noble effort has not merited suc¬ cess, the aftermath is a grumble instead of a smile. It would be well to remember then that it was not a clique or a chosen few that won, but those who had voiced an opinion, who had grasped an opportunity, and who had made a worthy effort. On the question of favoritism little can be said, for it exists everywhere. You should not pause to worry about it but rather aspire to show true qualities of kind¬ ness and thoughtfulness for others, and thus gain merited favoritism for yourself. Why not ask yourself, “Why am I not favored?” Your answer, if a true one, should be your guide and abolish all unpleasantness. “Do well thy work; it shall succeed In this or in another’s day, Do not seek the Victor’s meed Nor grasp the toiler’s pay.’’ Catherine Gordon ’34 “CLIQUISM” AND FAVORITISM “Cliquism,” is that a newly coined word? Lately, much has been said about the power of cliques in social centers, in politics, in everyday life ' and, yes, in schools. How glibly criticism is uttered LET’S NOT FORGET THEM For the few years that I have been acquainted with the “Pioneer,” it seems to me that the magazine has dealt chiefly with the accomplishments of the pupils of the school. For some reason or other, we students have tak en up all the space and left our teachers out of the picture. Isn’t it about time we gave them a chance? In the first place let’s consider what the members of the faculty have done for the “Pioneer.” Miss Eng¬ land supervises the literary part of the magazine and certainly does her share of the work well. Mr. Halpin handles the advertising in a very business-like way, while Miss Mercie Nichols ably assists the art editor. With¬ out the aid of these teachers, as well as the help of other members of the faculty, our “Pioneer” would be much inferior to what it is today. Musically our school rates high under the leader¬ ship of Mr. Peck, while his organizing of the Civic Or¬ chestra has been a distinct contribution to the town. In the field of athletics Coach Downes has built up for us as fine a football team as we have had for several years, and has worked untiringly to train the boys to a high point of efficiency. As an administrator, Mr. Sussmann has straightened out many problems for practically every boy and girl in school. His willing co-operation is much appreciated by the students. In being adviser to the senior class each year, Miss Clarissa Brown has an exceedingly difficult task, for among other things she has charge of the production of the Senior Play, and she superintends the greater part of the activities at Commencement. This involves a great amount of labor, which is always cheerfully and well i - - i i i. — done. These are but a few of the faculty to whom we are truly indebted, since preparing students for college and for the business world means for our teachers many te¬ dious hours outside of school time. Isn’t it fair for us to consider how unsparingly the faculty are giving themselves for us? Jean Temple ’34 - I IS STORIES A CHRISTMAS PRESENT FOR ANNA “The old order changeth, yielding place to new.” The old order had indeed changed; the quiet hustle and hustle of the eighties had given place to the clamorous clatter and speed of the present day. To Anna, now seventy, with silvery hair and wistful kindly eyes, it was all very bewildering. She sat knit¬ ting in the old rocker, watching the rushing tide of human existence flow past and wished this giddy age were all a dream and that her John were home. Every one along the waterfront knew about Anna and John. Forty-nine years ago most every man in town was either a tradesman or a sailor, and John, com¬ ing from an old stock of sea captains, had followed the sea with hopes of being master of his own ship some day. He had known and loved Anna since they were very small, but their romance had been interrupted many times by his various voyages. The final separa¬ tion came one day when he sailed away, promising to return by Christmas and marry her. Anna, ever faithful and loving, had waited as patiently as she could for his return. Christmas came and went, but no good ship with John aboard came sail¬ ing into the harbor; months, yes, even years passed— still no John. The good people of the town had begun to shake their heads in sympathetic pity and tried to help her forget her grief, for, truly, they thought him dead. But Anna, with perhaps a woman’s instinct, per¬ haps a desperate hope, clung to the thought that some day her John might return. It was now Christmas Eve. The holiday spirit of good fellowship pervaded the whole atmosphere; even the snow, as it danced merrily about, seemed to send a happy greeting to every one and beckon to all to enjoy this feast of gladness. Anna sat rocking softly by the fireside. Old mem¬ ories claimed her; old visions rose up to engulf her. She saw John — gay, reckless John with his firm chin and sparkling eyes; she remembered how he had stolen silently from behind and snatched a kiss from her blushing cheek. “Anna,” he had promised, “when 1 return at Christ¬ mas, I will bring you a fine shawl from the Indies if it costs me my month’s wages.” And with that he had gone. A tear coursed slowly down her withered cheek, and her hands trembled; a gentle sigh escaped from her burdened soul. The harsh din of the door-bell interrupted this pleasant reverie, and she hastened down the stairs to the door. Outside waited a messenger with a fair-sized package under one arm. After accepting it and bestow¬ ing a few coins on the lad, she turned in a slow puzzled fashion and climbed the steps. Who had thus remem¬ bered Anna on Christmas Eve? Once in her room, she sank into the rocker and with quick, nervous fingers unwrapped the bundle. Caressing folds of soft silk fell lightly out of their prison and enveloped her arms. She stared at the sea of fluffy beauty—a dawning of wild hope in her eye, a painful pounding of joy in her heart. Eagerly she grasped the note lying in the bottom of the parcel and devoured its contents with greedy eyes. “Dearest Anna,” it ran. “Here is the shawl I promised you for Christmas. Wear it for me when I return so I shall see how beautiful my sweetheart looks. I shall spare you my story until I know that you are strong enough to hear it, but do not worry for me. I shall be home for New Year’s, and—” Anna’s eyes grew dim and misty; the paper slipped from her shaky hold as she gazed contentedly at the fire—her John was coming home at last! Muriel Newberry ’36 SAMUEL JOHNSON, COLORED GENTLEMAN It was a perfect night, fresh, cool, invigorating. A spell of dampness had settled long before upon the vegetation, now lightly ladened with drops of dew. A monotonous quietude reigned, not a sound, except for the incessant chirp of crickets and the throaty croak of frogs. There was no wind; everything was calm. A perfect night for chicken thievery, so thought Samuel Moses Johnson, a colored gentleman held in esteem by his black brethren. The moon was in all its glory. That fact, however, did not vex Samuel in the least. He was really grateful for the shining torch that was to aid him in plundering the hen house. Samuel Johnson climbed the old stone wall under the apple tree and crossed the field adjacent to the hen yard. He glided circumspectly to his destination with an adeptness bearing evidence that this was no new pro¬ cedure for him. He took advantage of every dark shad¬ ow, every bush, every clump of tall grass, and of every object which might shield him from possible detection, lest some one see him from the road. All the inhabitants of Croville knew him. Besides having the usual negro features, he was the owner of a large pair of naked feet and tall frame abundantly sup¬ plied with flesh. His overalls hung ragged about his ankles. A brown shirt partly covered his massive chest. He believed all the superstitions characteristic of ne¬ groes. He was also the proud inventor of new ones, in¬ sisting that they were the gospel truth. He was religious —whenever religion did not interfere with his noctur¬ nal occupation. To support his contention that he was religious, he would often say, Do ah sing loudei in church dan anyone else besides de minster ? Do ah not pray louder? (He always ended with a tremendous amen.) Do ah not take de collection wid a one-handen brethren (who, by the way, was especially chosen be¬ caus e of his missing hand ? Do ah not do var ous other Christian acts? What mo do yo expec ' Now, how¬ ever, he put his religion behind him. It must not inter¬ fere with a savory chicken dinner. Squirming under the wire fence, he found himseli in the hen yard with hut a few paces between him and the hen-house door. He, veteran of former midnight depredations and professor of his art, approached the door fully prepared. 1 onight was to be the turning point in his career. His natural ingenuity had devised what, he believed, was a wholly new plan of captuiing hens. He scorned using the old methods. His plan was to have its initial work-out tonight. He conjured up pleasant thoughts of being known some day as the mas¬ ter of his art, that glorious and exciting art, chicken thievery, and perhaps of being proclaimed fathei of his art as Washington was proclaimed father of his country. Samuel Moses Johnson—George Washington; did not those two names sound well linked together, side by side? The ludicrousness of the comparison did not oc¬ cur to Samuel’s mind. Casting from his mind those pleasant thoughts and secret aspirations, or rather stor¬ ing them in his mind to be mused upon later, he re¬ turned to business and took from his deep pockets his strange equipment, a flashlight, a handful of corn, an several sheets of fly-paper. Searching in his pocket for some object, he mut¬ tered, “Where’s dat wire? How do dey expec’ a gen - man to pick a lock wid no wire? Samuel Moses John¬ son, if yo’ done loss dat wire, den yo be a good-ier- nothin’ nigger.” , , , , Placing the equipment upon the ground, he delved into a home-made concealed pocket, whence he pulled up his thin wire to gaze at it admiringly and kiss it reverently with the words, “Now yo do yo duty tonight, child, and yo’ be worth more ter me den Caesar’s crown.” He deftly inserted the wire into the lock, chuckling to himself. After some manipulation, the lock clicked open. “He, he, dat sho’ am a good wire,” he laughed softly, while carefully opening the door, inch by inch, in order not to frighten his victims. He walked for¬ ward carefully, very carefully, on the hard dirt floor of the hen house. “No more common work fer dis bo’. Any nigger kin appropriate chickens in de common, or¬ dinary way. Ah is a genius in dis work, so ah mus, do genius-like work which de common, ordinary way sho isn’t. Ah fool de chickens dis time. Dey ought ter be glad dat such a distinguished gen’man, as ah is, is ap¬ propriating one ob dem’.’ On he talked in a soothing voice, so as not to alarm the hens. All that answered him were a few sleepy cackles from the drowsy fowls. He prepared his trap for one of them, one that would do honor to anyone s table. In the dark, with infinite care, he laid his fly paper before the victim on the roost. He placed the rest of the sheets beside the first. Upon the fly paper he sprinkled a copious supply of corn, still talking in a sotto voice. “When ah snaps on dis here flashlight, dis hen am goin’ ter see a feast before herself. Den she’ll start ter eat it, and den’s when she gets her big su’prise. I’m gwine ter carry her out wid fly paper stickin’ all over her haid, so s she can t yell. All his words were so soft and quiet that the few cackles cack¬ led no more. He believed his plan original. No doubt, it was. He hardly thought of its efficacy (which was, in fact, dubious.) Only the novelty and originality—including, naturally, the anticipation of a chicken dinner—attract¬ ed him. He flashed the light upon the tempting decoy. With the first beams a few cackles again answered him. Some hens stirred uneasily. But that was all. So far, so good. “Eh, yo ’old chicken,” asked the negro addressing his victim, “do yo’ blink yo’ eyes at me? All ah wants yo’ ter do is ter blink yo’ eyes at dat corn. Dat’s the good chicken,” he continued, “eat more of dat good corn.” The chicken had begun indeed to peck at the corn as if obeying Samuel . He was intending to grab the hen, after allowing it to eat for a short time more, and to wrap the sticky paper around its head. He was interrupted, however, by what seemed to him a stealthy step, but what was really the browsing of a fox come, too, on a midnight excursion for the same purpose. Samuel Johnson grew slightly panicky, thinking that it might be the owner of the chickens. That emotion quick¬ ly passed; and, remembering his motive for coming there, he lunged for the hen with one hand and for the fly paper with the other, missing completely the hen but not the fly paper. The victim of his attack darted away into the midst of the flock, Samuel pursuing. The whole flock was now r in an uproar. The gentleman of the dusky countenance abandoned his pursuit, because of the unearthly racket that was loud enough to awaken the farmer, and rushed out, leaving the door wide open and the hens in an uproar louder, if possible, than before. Never in his life had Mr. Johnson run so hard and fast. He leaped the fence with a bound that would have amazed spectators at a track meet. He fled across the field and over the wall, all the while endeavoring to rid himself of the pertinacious grip of the fly paper. He would snatch the paper off one hand with a mad grab. Alas! The rescuing hand wuold be smeared by the fly paper. He would repeat the process, running all the time; but he would never free himself of it entirely. From bad to worse, until in desperation he furiously raised his hands and rubbed it off them into his kinky hair. After a time he slowed his pace, having reached the road. He dared not touch the fly paper in his hair and on his overalls every where for fear of being entangled anew. Samuel had not gone past the wooden bridge when his ready imagination conjured up a belief that the crickets and frogs were laughing at him. “Ho, ho, Sam¬ uel Moses Johnson, yo’ done get fooled,” they seemed to say. The moon smiled on him. An owl hooted at him. Everything that he could hear was laughing at him— him, the master of his art. It was really and truly de¬ grading. He began to run to drown out his imaginings, but they increased and became stronger. He stopped fleeing. They decreased and became weak, but the scene of his crime was nearer than if he had continued run¬ ning. It was better to be tormented by ridicule than to remain nearer the hen house for one instant. So he re¬ sumed his running, the laughs of the crickets, frogs, and owl growing louder . His imagination persistently tor¬ turing him, he kept running. At last, he reached home, hopped into bed, and pulled the covers over his head. He could hear no crickets, frogs, or owls. It was blessed peace now. “Dis nigger am nebber goin’ ter steal hens again,” he mumbled snugly settled in blankets. Whether he would keep his vow is a questionable matter, for the lure of the harsh, but seductive, hen’s cackle would al¬ ways remain in his blood. Herbert Olsen ’34 A PERFECT CRIME? His last words were, “I’ll get even!” But Burton was dead. Brent was glad he had kill¬ ed Burton. No one knew who had done it but himself. No one would ever know. As he walked through the dark, deserted streets, he thought of Burton hurtling down the freight elevator well. It would seem like an accident, but it had been well planned. He made his way slowly up the narrow stairs to his room. It was a small, dingy room, with a table, a bed, and a chair, all he could afford. He thought again of Burton, probably now at the morgue. Burton’s last words worried him. They might mean nothing, but he didn ' t like their sound. Yet, what could Burton do? “Dead men tell no tales.’’ As he slowly undressed, Brent wondered what the dead man thought as he was swallowed up in the inky blackness of the elevator well. The thought brought a sudden panic of fear that made his fingers fumble awk¬ wardly. At last he crawled into bed. One o’clock! He turn¬ ed and twisted. It was impossible for him to sleep. His thoughts were only of Burton . He tried to assure him¬ self that Burton couldn’t get even. Burton couldn’t come back from across the void. Brent got up and went to the open window unmind¬ ful of the cold. A man was down in the street, a man that looked like Burton. No! It couldn’t be! His imagination was playing tricks on him. He dressed and went down the back stairs. He walked and walked, but try as he might he could not shake the feeling of oppression that clung to him. Once he felt a spasm of cold creep up his shiver¬ ing legs. It was a chill that did not belong to the night. He leaned against the side of a building for support. A pain followed the chill, a terrible, stabbing pain. It passed and left him shaking with fear. His head throbbed and ached dully. If there was only some way to get warm. Around the corner was a drugstore. He went in and ordered a hot chocolate. “Say!” the sleepy night clerk remarked, “you look in bad shape, let me call a doctor.” Brent waived the suggestion aside, “Never mind. I’ll be all right when I get something warm inside me and take an aspirin.” He finished the hot drink and went out into the street again. “About three o ' clock,” he thought. “Four hours ago I killed Burton. Why must I always think of Burton? And why did he say ‘I’ll get even’?” Brent felt as though he were being drawn back to the scene of the crime. He could see that fatal elevator shaft again, hear the dead man’s last words. They seem¬ ed to mock and taunt him. He tried to turn in the other direction, but th ' at mysterious something was too strong, and he finally found his halting feet at the door of the office building. He drew T a key from his pocket and let himself in. The impulse grew stronger once he was within the build¬ ing. Without waiting to switch on the lights he com¬ menced to hurry up the stairs, so that on the last flight he was hurrying as fast as it was possible for him to go. He paused beside the open gate to the elevator shaft, his heart pounding, his head swimming with the exertion. Again he felt that strange chill grip him. It crept up, past his knees, his waist. It gripped his chest like an icy hand, strangling him. The pain came again, stab¬ bing at his laboring heart. He swayed on the edge of the pit, then all went black and he pitched forward, down, down. Doctor Mackyntire laid down his instruments and turned to the waiting attendant. “All right, Brown. he directed, “you can cover him up now.” The man drew the sheet over the still form on the marble slab, and as he did so, his glance rested on a second shrouded figure lying alongside. “Ain’t it funny, doc.” he said, “how things happen? These two stiffs here, side by side, and both of ’em should fall down the same elevator shaft in the same building.” Gardner Knapp ’35 RED PEPPER “He’s the fastest horse in Wyoming, and he’ll prove it, too,” Ted Brently remarked to Steve Mason as the tw T o young men sat on the top rail of me of Brently s corrals. The object of this remark was a beautiful, blood bay horse that stood lazily nibbling grass while the late August sun shone on his golden-red coat. The deep color of the horse, along with the fact that no one had been able to ride him until Ted bought him from Steve, made Red Pepper a very appropriate name for the wiry, young animal. How well Ted recalled, as they sat watching the horse, that memorable day at Mason’s ranch, over a year ago, when he had first seen Red. Riding up to the corrals, he had had a glimpse of Pepper standing in one corner and shaking with fear as Steve appioached with his long whip intending to place more cruel welts on the once sleek hide. Ted s keen, sympathetic, gre) eyes had taken in the situation at once. The empty sad¬ dle and dust on Steve’s black hair and conspicuous clothes told the story. None of the ranch hands had been able to stick to the horse as he went through his frantic bucking. Therefore, Steve, seizing the oppor¬ tunity to make an impressive show of his prowess, had made an unsuccessful attempt to ride the horse, only to rip his expensive new boots as he slid over the rough ground. The combined effect of bruising his pride and his leg had brought out his ugly nature and cruelty. Ted pictured in his mind Steve, his sallow face twisted with anger, aiming a cutting blow at the pure white streak on Pepper’s sensitive nose. The whip had not reached its mark, for Ted had rushed forward and caught Steve’s arm crying, “Cut that out! Steve’s black eyes had seemed to grow red as he replied, “Git outa here; this is my horse “I see he’s got your brand, but,” Ted add d, unable to see a horse so mistreated, “I’ll buv him from you. I can’t see you do that to him.” “Oh. ya can’t! This horse won’t sell for less than two hundred. D’ya hear?” Steve had seen a chance to earn some money and get rid of an unruly and danger¬ ous animal at the expense of Ted’s love of horses. He didn’t like Ted anyway. „ Ted remembered saying, “All right, 1 11 take him. Even though he’d known this to be an outrageous price for an unbroken cow horse, Ted has seen possibilities of great speed in Pepper’s long, slim legs and well-built body. “I’ll be over tomorrow with the two hundred if you’ll have the bill of sale ready. 1 guess Dad’ll hand me the cash. The balance of the mortgage isn ' t due for a year and a half yet.” Well Ted recalled how his father had shaken his grey head when he was told of the transaction. “You shouldn’t have done that, son,’ he said. “You know it will take all this spring’s bunch of calves and a good many head next season to enable me to meet that pay¬ ment on the mortgage a year from this September, and I tell you, boy, it has me worried. Well, go to it, hut don’t let that red devil break your neck. You’re all I’ve got, he added taking hold of Ted’s broad shoulders and looking long at his clean-cut features. Ted had known that Mr. Brently was thinking of his wife who had died when Ted was just a baby. Next, as he sat watching the sun’s golden rays re¬ flected on Red’s coat, Ted thought of the long year he had spent working on Red Pepper and the slow progress he had made making the horse understand that he did not mean him harm. Very gradually the intelligent ani¬ mal had responded to his kindness until one sunny spring morning, Ted had ridden Pepper over to Mason s place to show him the result. Steve had been impressed by the amazing speed and ability of the horse he had thought worthless, and he had vowed to own him. He had thought this would be easy because his father car¬ ried the mortgage on Brently’s ranch. Ted remembered how dry the summer had been. This drought had killed many head of cattle so that Mr. Brently figured he would be about five thousand dollars short when he had to pay the mortgage on September thirtieth. Ted, hearing of the shortage of funds, had decided to enter Pepper in the annual fall races at Sheri¬ dan. The grand prize, to go to the fastest horse i i a two mile cross country race, was ten thousand dollars, enough for Ted to cover all expenses, pay the mortgage, and have some left over, led put all his faith in 1 ep- per, who, in return, now loved his master more than all the green grass in the country. Therefore, as Ted sat on the corral rail in the Aug¬ ust sunshine and boasted to Steve of Pepper s speed, Steve asked him how he intended to prove it. Hearing the plan to enter the Sheridan races and knowing the red horse’s speed, Mason was very much afraid he would lose the chance to own Ted’s ranch, even though Mr. Brently had just asked for an extension of time on the mortgage. Steve had refused, admitting that he prefei- red the ranch to the money. For this reason, he made an attempt to discourage I ed s racing. Seeing it could not be done, he inwardly determined to use unfair but effectual methods. As he rode home that night, his facial expression revealed his unscrupulous plans.. The remaining days in August and the first two weeks in September Ted worked hard training his horse for the great event that was to take place on the twenty- fifth of September. In accordance with the rules of the race, he rode Red Pepper to Sheridan on the twenty-first and entered his application for the cross country race. The remain¬ ing days he intended to spend in Sheridan acquainting his horse with the stable and the country around the course. In doing this, he hoped to prevent any nervous¬ ness that Pepper might have because of the new sur¬ roundings. The first two days at the racing stables passed un¬ eventfully. Ted got up early and gave Red a brisk workout, then returned to the barn where he spent the rest of the morning rubbing down the horse’s powerful, long legs, cleaning and trimming his round, little feet, and brushing his silky red body with its long, black mane and tail. Ted was as thorough and skillful in grooming Red as in all his work. The afternoon before the race Brently spent his time, as usual, around the stable talking to the different contestants. He was much surprised to see Steve con¬ versing with a group of shifty-eyed men who owned a mean-tempered black mare. When Ted passed them on his way out to get his supper, he noticed they stopped talking, at a word from Steve, and turned to stare at him. Wondering at their omnious glances, he went out the door. He was almost certain that they had been talking about him and his horse, with no good inten¬ tions. For this reason, when he had finished his supper, Ted went straight to the stables. Pepper seemed rather nervous and annoyed. As the horse stepped over to let him enter, Ted noticed a peculiar object at the back of the left front hoof. Picking up the hoof, Ted discovered what appeared to be a queer shaped stone wedged be¬ tween the frog of the hoof and the shoe. He knew that it had not been there in the afternoon because he had examined all four feet carefully before leaving. ,Re¬ moving the stone and looking a tthe hoof, Ted found a small discolored spot about the size of a dime. As he took up the rock again, he saw a small crevasse that contained a peculiar smelling substance. He recognized the odor as that of sulphuric acid which his father had often diluted and used to cauterize wounds on his steers. He hastened to cleanse the hoof when he realized the destructive power of the acid. It was evident that some one feared Pepper’s speed and was trying to put him out of the race. Ted was almost certain who that some one was. A tremor of anger and disgust ran through Ted’s straight, muscular body as he thought what would have happened had he not returned when he did. He knew the acid would have eaten a hole in the hoof and caused lameness for some time. Fearing another such attempt to put his horse out of the race, he determined to stay all night in Red’s stall. Consequently, there was no more foul play that night. The following morning Brently was up long before sunrise. Too excited to sleep a great deal, he had been thinking of the thousand and one things he had to do before the appointed hour for the great trial. He could not forget how important this race was to his father and to himself. He must win! Some of his anxiety seemed to have been transmitted to Pepper, for the intelligent horse appeared more high strung than ever. He kept his small ears continually forward so that he would not miss any of the preparations. Now and then the great muscles in his shoulders and flanks quivered with ex¬ citement as he stepped lightly around the stall. All the morning was spent in getting ready for the start at three o’clock. Ted was too busy to bother with anything to eat. Before long the call came for all en¬ trees in the two mile cross country race to line up. Pep¬ per behaved well as Ted rode him to the starting line and eagerly awaited the crack of the gun. A few sec¬ onds elapsed as the swift horses plunged about before the line. Then suddenly, in the clear, cool air, the starter’s gun barked. Two dozen forms of Wyoming’s best horse flesh left the ground simultaneously as the riders strove to get the advantage. The horses appeared almost evenly matched as they galloped across the first field and cleared a small stream together. Several contestants dropped behind a little on the uphill grade that followed. Ted felt the power of Red’s great strength and noticed that his noble horse was not the least winded as they surged over the top of the hill. He checked his horse’s speed slightly on the next steep down hill slope and prepared for the wide, deep ditch at the foot. Pepper hesitated a little, but hearing Ted’s reassuring words, “Come on, fella, you’ve gotta do it!” he gathered his agile legs under him, then with a gigantic effort sailed over the obstacle, and placed his small feet safely on the opposite side. Because more than half the riders had trouble at that jump, Ted found himself directly behind the leader, the ugly mare that Mason seemed interested in. Brently kept a firm hand on the rein, holding Red hack, across the timber land that came next. He realized it was necessary for him to save his final strength for the final dash down the home stretch. When the last logs of the rough going were past, Ted loosened the reins and Pepper shot forward with long, quick bounds. The black mare, not having the red horse’s great en¬ durance, began to lag a little as the finish line neared. Immediately the rider began to whip the black. Slowly Red drew up closer until the two racers were running neck and neck with the goal only about fifteen yards ahead. The mare’s jockey was whipping her frantical¬ ly. Just as Ted started to draw in the lead, he felt the stinging blow of his opponent’s whip across his tense face. The foul accomplished no end, for with one more magnificient leap, Red passed under the finish line to win by a head. Ted hardly realized what Red Pepper’s victory meant until the two had started on their long ride home , with only the friendly hills for company . Then he imagined how his father’s kindly face would beam with relief and joy when he heard that the ranch was not to change hands. As Pepper walked steadily on, led remarked to the valiant horse’s attentive ears, “You know, ol boy, it sure pays to treat a horse right.” Mollie Parker ’34 DUTY, UNPAID The sun shone dully through an evil grey mist which rolled off the ocean and smothered the barren sand dunes. The rough waves which rolled on the pale sands were like dirty, white fangs crowned by ugly grey-green gums. Faintly, as though muffled, the roar of a fog-horn penetrated the damp, salt-tainted air. On the porch of a homely little cottage stood Cap Briggs and his young nephew, both watching the choppy surf. Cap was a sturdily-built man of average height, with a humorous mouth and twinkling grey eyes. Only his weather-beaten skin lined with tiny wrinkles and the iron-grey stubble on his firm jaw betrayed his age. He turned and regarded the young boy fondly. “Well, Jim¬ my lad. I can’t go out today. Suppose we go inside and start up the fire.” Suiting action to words, he walked to the cottage door and disappeared inside, with Jimmy, a bright ap¬ pearing boy of perhaps thirteen, close behind him. Soon the interior of the cottage was lit by a flicker¬ ing red glow and without, a thin stream of grey merged with the fog above the chimney. Inside, Cap and Jimmy were comfortable before the fire and the dreary after¬ noon passed all too swiftly for the young boy, who listened with shining eyes to the bold seafaring tales of his versatile uncle. Stories of old time whaling-ships, of high adventure a-sea, and even thrilling pirate sagas flowed easily and vividly from the one-time seafarer s lips. Dead heroes lived again, sea-battles were fought again, and all else was forgotten until the mellow notes of a little china clock over the fireplace announced that it was high time for Jimmy to return to his home in the village. After the boy had gone, Cap Briggs sat down and ate a frugal meal, after which he produced a battered, briar pipe and drew his chair to a front window. Out¬ side a freshening wind had driven away the fog, al¬ though faint wisps could still be seen. The sea lashed angrily, and lowering black clouds were almost invisible against a darkening sky. Rain spat intermittently on the windows. “A nasty night,” Cap ruminated between puffs. “We’re in for a blow sar tin. As if to confirm his unspoken reflections, the wind redoubled in its violence and slashed the ever increas¬ ing rain full against the little cottage. At this moment Briggs stiffened and then stared intently out over the heaving, foam-crested billows. He muttered a low ejacu¬ lation as if in disbelief, and reached hastily for an an¬ cient brass-bound telescope which hung nearby. Out on the horizon line was an ugly red smeai which grew momentarily brighter under a smudge of inky-blackness. As the glass came into focus, Cap Briggs gasped in horror. A huge oil tanker was rolling helplessly by in the trough of a wave, its whole forward deck a raging inferno. Sinuous black coils of smoke rose in an oily embrace of the lowering clouds. Someone has got to go out there. The coast guard might not arrive in time. If they failed where I might have succeeded—I guess this is classed as my duty. I’ll see it through. Thus thought Cap Briggs as he strug¬ gled into oilskins and seaboots. He then rushed out to the beach and shoved the small dory into the waves. After a dozen vigorous strokes he reached a larger craft, a white motor launch. Cap swung over the side into the larger boat, releasing the rowboat (which was moor¬ ed to land by a long cable.) Soon the engine was turning over, and amidst stinging spray the boat slowly progressed out of the cove and into open sea. There her bow cut through thundering rollers which ' threatened to swamp the sturdy little craft as she rose and fell, a plaything of the storm. Back in the unprotected cockpit Brigg’s face was grimly set as his straining eyes glimpsed a line of dashing white foam ahead. It was the first and most treacheious of the two reefs which he must cross. He opened the throttle wide, and the engine, unused to such liberty, responded with a racing whine which pierced even the roar of the wind-tortured waves. As the craft hurtled over the dangerous spot, a blinding, slashing swirl of brine deluged Cap Briggs in an unending flood. After a seemingly interminable period he breathed again, and taking a new hold on the tiller, resolutely headed on. He peeped anxiously over the leaping prow of the boat in search of a second tell¬ tale line of white, which, to his relief, was non-existent. It was probably covered entirely by the unusually high seas, he reflected. The little launch was making slow time against a mountainous surf, but soon an unusual warmth pervaded the air. As the craft topped a high wave, the awful radiance of the conflagration burst upon him . The wind was like a breath out of an open blast furnace. Listing heavily to one side, the tanker lay, but she was not alone. Near the stern of the doomed vessel was a coast guard cutter. A life boat full of survivors was slowly creeping to the safety of the coast guard craft in the sudden calm that had fallen. For the second time that night Briggs saw something which made him gasp. The tiny figure of a man stood silhouetted against the leaping red glow on the forward deck. It paused momentarily, then flung up its arms in despair, and fell headlong into the tolling va ts. Briggs sat in a daze, his eyes glued to the spot where the man had gone down. The little craft rushed on unheeding, and it was not until the terrific heat horn the blazing oil reminded him of his danger, that Cap slowed down and waited near the spot where the man had disappeared. Suddetdy a head appealed in the swirling waters. Grasping a stout rope Briggs expeitlv tied one end fast to a cleat, cut the engine, and hurled the other end at the man who was trying desperately to keep afloat. A flailing arm struck the sinuous, twisting missile, and soon clawing fingers had a vise-like grip on the straining rope. Cap, standing in the perilously tossing boat, hauled on the line with all his might. Then the boat tipped crazily as a huge wave rushed under the keel and lifted it high in the air. Briggs had no chance. He was thrown completely out of the boat and into the swell of the wave which had upset him. The foaming surface closed over his head, and for a moment he seemed paralyzed by the freezing water which had engulfed him. Then sluggishly his arms moved as he sunk deeper and deeper, encumbered as he was by the heavy boots and oil-skins. Then, almost imperceptibly Briggs be¬ gan to rise, his sturdy limbs striking out violently as he stroked towards the surface. His chest was throbbing, and devilish little needles of pain stabbed his bursting lungs before he broke water. Then he gulped in air frantically, while he struck out for the boat which rolled masterless on the heaving ocean. Cap felt himself constantly being dragged down by the heavy sea-boots, and was keeping himself afloat through almost superhuman effort. Of a sudden his flailing fingers hit something yield¬ ing. It w 7 as the unfortunate sailor. He was well nigh un¬ conscious, but in his fingers was tightly clasped the rope end. This Briggs grasped and pulled in with all his strength. Then followed a night-mare-like succes¬ sion of hauling, taking slack and hauling again. Time upon time the waves beat down upon them, but finally they reached the little boat’s side. Summoning all his strength Cap heaved himself over the side and labor¬ iously hauled the other aboard. Then he sat down w r eakly, and his head sank into his hands. Thus he sat for a moment until a weak outcry from the man in the bottom of the boat reminded him of his duty. After several successive tries, the little engine re¬ sponded gallantly. He turned her towards the Coast Guard cutter and then, for the first time, looked at the man he had rescued. In the ghastly glare of the flames, the other’s face w 7 as white and exhausted, and the swar¬ thy low features w ' ere thrown into bold relief. He w r as whining softly and said something in a foreign language. So this w as his “duty.” Strong willing arms relieved him of the sailor at the side of the cutter. No one aboard recognized him in the excitement and confusion that reigned. After “delivering” his “duty,” Cap turned the prow of his little craft towards shore. The storm was abating. He was tired—tired. Next morning dawmed bright and clear. When Jimmy came bounding over the dunes there was no familiar figure there on the little porch to greet him. He ran to the door, paused, then opened it wide and shouted, “Cap! Oh Cap!” Cap’s voice answered him from the bedroom a little shakily, “Hello there, lad. Come in.” Jimmy peered surprisedly into the bedroom. “Cap Briggs, you’re in bed! What’s the matter?” “Nothing much, son. I’ll be all right this after¬ noon, I reckon,” Cap smiled. “Gee, that’s good. Say, did you hear about the burning tanker last night? It’s a wonder you didn’t see it. I guess it’s sunk now. The coast guard saved everyone on board first though. They say—” Jimmy exhausted himself finally with thrilling de¬ scription, inserted some bits of vivid imaginings, and came up for air. For an instant he paused, then looked up with shining eyes at the wan face of Cap Briggs. “Cap,” he said softly, “do you think that you could ever be as brave as those coast guard men?” Cap paused reflectively and answered with a queer little smile, “No, lad, I don’t think that I ever could.” Gordon Mayo FORTUNE FROWNS AND SMILES The five-fifteen train steamed into Elsfield, carry¬ ing its load of men and women from their business in the city. While dismounting from the platform of the cars, some people bore the look of satisfaction in a day’s work w r ell done, others seemed worried and anxious, but many looked disappointed, perhaps a bit discour¬ aged. The group of those discouraged ones included a young couple; their faces were long, their eyes dull, and their feet heavy. Not a word passed between them as they plodded on, homeward bound after a day full of unsuccessful job-hunting with thousands of others. Mrs. Roberts, returning home after a neighborly visit, saw this couple, her son Tom and her daughter Nat, coming up the street, and, as she entered the house, sighed understandingly. “Poor kids!” To her hus¬ band, a semi-invalid for several years, she imparted the usual information, “The children are coming. Not a sign of any luck. It’s so discouraging, not only for them, but for all of us.” With these words she sank into a chair. A few seconds later, the shutting of a door an¬ nounced the arrival of the youthful job-hunters. Wear¬ ily they flung themselves down into the handiest chairs and listened half-interestedly to a news broadcast com¬ ing over the radio. They had rested, their senses be¬ coming gradually more alert for fully five minutes when Nat realized that she was no longer hearing news but an announcement concerning, of all things, a dance mara¬ thon. Jokingly she remarked to her brother, “Tom. that’s an ideal job for you. Just think of it—months and mouths just packed full of dancing.” “You’re a riot,” was his curt reply, and the subject was dropped. The next day proved to be a repetition of the pre¬ ceding one. In the evening the announcement of the marathon was repeated, and Tom and Nat took a sur¬ prisingly serious interest in it. Considering that they had been unsuccessful in finding a means of support in the business world, why should they not try to earn money in a different way, as the marathon offered? Perhaps some of the competitors might be questionable characters, but that was no reason why everyone should be of that type. Then, too, no expenses would be in¬ curred, and, therefore, they would be self-supporting so long as they should remain in the contest. A physical strain would be encountered, but as they were in perfect health, wasn’t it possible safely to endure it? Over these questions the family debated far into the evening, and it was finally decided that Tom and Nat would enter into the competition. The decision was followed by a week of complete rest, a week of sleep, but also a week which held ex¬ citement and anticipation of the oncoming event. At last the appointed day arrived, and both Nat and Tom were ready for the long ordeal. When they arrived at the marathon hall, they were surprised to find it not only a contest between dancers, but also between flag¬ pole sitters, chair rockers, and other people doing en¬ durance tests. However, the latter were held mostly, as they later learned, for the amusement of the spectators. Nat had a sinking feeling within her as she saw her number, which was twenty-eight, and realized that she and Tom were not the only ones with a grim determina¬ tion to “hang on” as long as they were physically able. A few minutes were taken up by an official who showed the contestants where they would find their beds and the places for their personal belongings. Next they were told the simple rules of the contest. At five minutes of twelve everyone was assembled on the floor- On the hour, the orchestra leader held up his baton for attention, gave the signal, and the music began. The next instant a whistle sounded, proclaiming that the marathon was officially started. Tom and Nat followed the example of others, and saved their energy by ex¬ ecuting an ordinary walking step, being done in the proper dance position. In this manner an uneventful forty-five minutes passed at the end of which time every¬ one rested for fifteen minutes prior to the next foity- five minute grind. I ollowing this routine four weeks were spent with only two couples disqualified. At this time when the contestants were quite tired a tw ' o hour grind was installed to take the place of two forty-five minute periods. This change served to eliminate several more couples. At the end of eight weeks a three hour grind was instituted. Now the contestants were in a pitiable state of grogginess and showed a great need of rest . In many cases the couples were literally draped over each other, as they were unable to support them¬ selves but found support on their partners. Tom and Nat were no exceptions. They conversed rarely, for the exertion seemed too great and unnecessary. When they did speak, their sentences were short and often broken. They hardly noticed the sympathetic audience who cheered the contestants and cried encouragements to those who were failing. The days dragged but made no impression on the dulled senses of Nat and Tom. lhey were able to realize that they were among the very few who were left and who were being weeded out one by one. At the conclusion of four months, great excitement reigned, for only two couples remained, four tired but determined people, aiming to acquire the coveted prize, “the pot of gold at the rainbow ' s end. Of these four people, two were our Nat and Tom, the others known as “Cyn” and Ted. “So—tired,” listlessly sighed Nat. “Same here,” uttered Tom, using a minimum am¬ ount of energy. New life came suddenly to Nat as she snapped, “Be careful, Tom, we’ll all bump.” Tom’s attempt to avoid the approaching couple was useless, and Nat was knock¬ ed to the floor. She uttered a moan when she became conscious of a sharp pain in her ankle. She hardly heard the cheers, but she realized that the crow T d was proclaiming “Cyn” and Ted as the victors of the just and honorable struggle. Disappointed and wondering a bit, Nat was carried into a little room off the hall, where a doctor waited. Again on a bed, Nat fell into a semi-conscious state, hearing only a jumbled mass of words. “For their marvelous stamina and courage ’— “either sprained or broken”—“have completed three thousand, two hundred and eight hours of dancing, and”—“bad sprain perhaps; the swelling is deceiving” —“the prize of two thousand five hundred dollars.” The sound of loud clapping reached Nat’s ears, almost drowning out the doctor’s words, “Young lady, you are very lucky—simply a sprain, but one you must be care¬ ful of.” Immediately she fell into a sound sleep, the sleep she had long needed and instantly received. Forty-eight hours later, Nat woke up once more at home, the place she had longed for for countless hours. Hovering near was her mother, her dear mother, whom she had not seen for days. Feeling greatly rested, she dressed and hobbled downstairs, where she was met by her brother. Saying nothing of the past ordeal, but thinking of it, they devoured their morning meal. When their repast was finished, they went, by force of habit, to their usual seats before the radio. Their minds were suddenly taken from their thoughts by the words 1 he management of the recent dance marathon wishes to announce that the judges have been forced to change their decision as to the result of the contest. A confes¬ sion received last night from Cynthia Bridges and 1 heo- dore Nelson reveals that the victory is ceded to the run¬ ners-up, Natalie and Thomas Roberts of Elsfield. Nel¬ son and Miss Bridges said that they had purposely and unfairly hit Tom and Nat, as they are popularly call¬ ed, causing Nat to receive a sprained ankle, and forcing her and her brother to leave the floor. The anange- ments as to the prize will be made immediatf 1 . Tom and Nat stared at each other, scarcely able to believe their ears. After all, they had won! Jean temple 34 HEROIC HORACE Horace chewed the end of his lead pencil medita¬ tively. Yes, Horace was actually thinking, and it was a terrific problem in which he was absorbed. “Where can I get a girl to take to the Junior Prom?” Not that there weren’t plenty of girls, understand. But the girl didn’t like Horace. Perhaps it was his horn-rimmed glasses; perhaps it was because he didn’t play football. Hut the important and distressing fact remained; of all the girls he knew, not one would consider accepting his invitation. Something must be done about it. Discouraged, downhearted, blue, and forlorn, our dejected hero slouched down townwards. The object was a college ice, although it was not much fun indulg¬ ing alone. It was rather an off night. The drug store was deserted except for the girl behind the counter. Hor¬ ace obtained his college ice, and conveyed it to a back table. He was scraping the last bit of “gooey” caramel from the side of the dish when a man entered the store. He wasn’t, Horace observed, the least bit neat about his appearance. He was badly in need of a shave, and his trousers were not correctly creased. He leaned over the counted and demanded. “Give me what’s in the cash register, and be quick about it, see?” He had no revolver, and watched the door anxiously. “Poor man. Hard up, and what a chance he’s taking,” thought Hor¬ ace. But any feeling of pity had turned to scorn as the brute, when the girl refused to give him the money, twisted her wrists until she cried out in pain. Horace forg ot himself. He started up from the table. “Here, you. You can’t do that.” “Who says I can’t?” the man growled, and lit into him with an uppercut. But Horace saw it coming, and dodged. He had never before been in a fight, but he struck out blindly and rapidly, and some of the blows struck home. He himself had a bloody nose, and his glasses had been knocked off. He began to feel very angry. He hit with all his force, and through a sort of haze, saw his adversary reel, and fall to the floor. “Take care of him. I’ll call the police.” he said, calmly picking up his glasses. “Gee, you’re wonderful.” the girl said admiringly. She was pretty, Horace suddenly discovered. “Say, how about going to the Junior Prom tomor¬ row night?” he demanded, and held his breath. “Oh, I’d love to.” “0. K.” said Horace casually. “I’ll be around at eighty-thirty.” He disappeared into a phone booth. “What a fighter. Bet he plays swell football,” said the girl. Ruth Scholz ’34 316V ESSAYS MUSINGS Oh! into what a dilemma I fell when compelled by a well meaning pedagogue to compose a piece of litera¬ ture. Ideas flew from my head leaving a void from which I had to draw forth an inspiration which would develop into a production of interest to my worthy read¬ er. Glancing about, pencil poised, with my expression dulled by much fruitless thinking, my eye encountered, on a page of an outstanding fashion authority, a unique Mae West creation. I brightened a little and reached for the magazine. As I listlessly turned over the re¬ maining leaves, I reflected how often styles have been influenced by those well known institutions, the cinema and the theatre. Society, as soon as a picture has been trumphantly received, dashes to the shops to procure facsimiles of the most sensational costumes in which the stars have arrayed themselves. Consequently, there has been the “Merry Widow” hat, with broad sailor brim; the “Letty Lynton” dress, fluffy and ruffled; the exotic “As You Desire Me” outfit; the gorgeous “Dinner at Eight” gown; the change of the feminine silhouette in the Mae West era; and innumerable other styles. When I turned to the section showing the newest coiffures, it was borne in upon me that it is not merely the sophisticated styles which are copied, but also the simple, for there, prominently displaying itself, was the childlike “Alice in Wonderland” wreath. As I studied this arrangement of hair and headgear more in¬ tently, the original character of Alice, which Eva La Gallienne has so successfully brought to the stage, came to my mind. Every detail of Alice’s trip to that fas¬ cinating Wonderland with all her weird companions like the Mock Turtle, Mad Hatter, Gryphon, and countless others, has been perfected to the last degree, bringing to life the character of Lewis Carroll’s book, which has been adored by young and old for generations. Thinking of Eva La Gallienne further, I was re¬ minded of her splendid accomplishments in the modern theatre, in bringing forward talented young artists and in producing plays of great merit. This noted actress not long ago conferred with Mrs. Franklin D. Roose¬ velt, our President’s wife, concerning the subsidizing of a theatre where there could be produced the best plays, whether box office successes on Broadway or not, at a price agreeable to everyone’s purse. In Europe many theatres are subsidized so that practically everyone may enjoy fine and classic produc¬ tions. Opera selections are sung and whistled by the lowliest, whereas in our country, it is only the catchy popular jazz which is hummed, for few of us are famil¬ iar enough with opera and classical music to repeat more than a few bars. I he fact that many of the common people of our own nation would enjoy the good productions of the theatre is well illustrated by the numbers who attended the operas held in Boston at low prices this past fall. Therefore, we will hope that eventually inexpensive admission to the operas and good plays can be achieved everywhere, so that all may benefit by the best the stage has to offer. Charlotte Currier ’34 WINTER The wind howls and moans as the blizzard reaches its height, and the snow lashes against the window- panes. Then, suddenly the tempest subsides and all is startlingly peaceful, I he frostiness and zest in the aii seem to be intensified by the bright sunlight on the glistening snow. This is winter! Most of us enjoy winter. The moon on the glisten¬ ing snow, the dark shadows cast by the trees over a gray expanse of ice, the gliding forms and merry shouts of skaters are associated with thoughts of winter, and the slithering sound of toboggans shooting away over snowy expanses makes us long for the time when these sports will come. . The hunter with his supplies packed on his back tramps into the white-clad forest to hunt, and the mis¬ fortunes which he encounters only make him more avid to overcome them. A party of hunters went far into the woods a short time ago and were imprisoned by a blizzard for about a week. When they finally got back to civilization, however, they began to make plans ioi their next trip. But to the people who live in settlements and the poor in the cities, winter means only unpleasantness, for they must stay indoors, crowded into unbelievably close quarters, and the spring seems very distant. Many must go without enough food. The misery brought by winter to the poor is some¬ what alleviated by the employment which the snow storms furnish. And no matter what one’s reasons may be for disliking winter most people will admit that there are many joys connected with it. _ Priscilla Eisenhaure 35 A WINTER SCENE IN A RUSSIAN VILLAGE The blue of the sky had deepened into pitch black. The stars twinkled much brighter than they do in our country. The full moon was deep orange slightly tinged with red. Below, the straw-thatched huts were hall buried in the sparkling snow. The dim light of kero¬ sene lamps flickered in the small windows. No other light illuminated the outdoors. At the side of each hut. logs covered with snow were piled high. Out of the dark, gloomy forest, which stood oppo¬ site the huts, a Russian peasant in the garb of a hunter was advancing. He wore a sheepskin coat and a tur turban. In one hand he carried his gun, in the othei a lantern. Before him, ran his two dogs barking joy¬ fully. As the peasant plowed his way out of the knee- deep snow, the jingling of sleigh bells was heard a sleigh was approaching. The hunter stopped and waited for the sleigh to pass. The cheerful laughter of a merry young couple in it rang out in the frosty air. The sleigh was no common peasant’s crude, handmade sleigh, drawn by brown horses; rather was it of a fine make, and drawn by two white horses, which stood out in the dark night. The occupants belonged to the wealthy class. The beautiful sleigh dashed off into the darkness, fol¬ lowed by the peasant’s dogs. The hunter continued on his way. The panting dogs could be heard returning to their master. At the bend of the road, the Russian turned into an enclosed yard, the dogs tagging at his heels. They had reached their destination. The barking of the dogs brought their mistress to the door. As she opened the door wide, a large oven, which had been built into the wall, could be seen. 1 he oven was evidently used not only for baking bread, and keeping the hut warm, but also for keeping chickens underneath. At one side of the room stood a large table, on which was set the master’s supper. The meal consisted of very dark rye bread, pork, and cabbage “borsch”—soup. The peasant entered the hut. The crudely made door closed after him. This is a scene of long ago. A Russian village to¬ day is still quaint but it is not as picturesque as of old. Tillie Levine ’34 CHERRY BLOSSOM TIME IN WASHINGTON Cherry blossom time—that’s the time to go to Washington! . I am going to try and give you a brief picture of Paradise. I have been to California. I have lived in Arizona. Washington, D. C., so small, is the most beautiful place I have ever visited. If you can imagine wide streets made of gleaming asphalt, going in every direction, blocked on each side by massive structures of incan¬ descent marble—you have bpfore you a picture of Washington. The blue Potomac is on one side, banked by cherry trees with blossoms such as you have never seen before . The White House stands majestically at one end of Pennsylvania Avenue, the sun, a halo behind it. There are only a few rooms on display at the White House. The quaint old furniture and soft color schemes are, indeed, a great sight. However, the White House grounds thrilled me more! Gardens filled with tulips, green, green grass, spacious lawns! The Capitol and its numerous Congressional offices seemed most important to me. The buildings were co¬ lossal, mammoth, huge temples of marble, representing the government of the U. S. A. 1 felt I ke a tiny mouse as I crept through immense doors, down immense cor¬ ridors, past frosted glass doors into Senator Walshs office. Our Massachusetts Senator was very cordial, in¬ deed. He presented me with a card that entitled me to a seat in Congress! This card 1 regard as one of my greatest treasures. Crowds outside were waiting to g t in, but only those with senators’ cards were to be ad¬ mitted. In the balcony of the Senate, I felt as if I didn t belong there. (I don ' t know a thing about politics as Mr. Dixon knows only too well.) I sat there trying to drink in the Farm Relief Bill, which Senators Huey Long, Borah, Reid, and Thomas were viciously discus¬ sing. Their voices echoed back and forth in the spacious hall. It shocked me to think that these few white haired men decided the laws of our country. I understood nothing. Nevertheless, I was hugely enjoying myself. The House of Representatives was somewhat differ¬ ent from the Senate. This interesting place didn’t seem to be quite such a serious place as the one I had visited formerly. A joke or two was told by speakers, and much laughing was going on. Edith Nourse Rogers, noted politician, was seen sitting alertly in her mahog¬ any colored chair. I lunched in the Coffee Shoppe of the Capitol and was very much excited to have one of the senators sit beside me. I discovered that even senators dunk their doughnuts! After I had finished oggling at the Capitol, I took in some of the minor buildings. The Congressional Library, where the original Declaration of Independence is on display, is a most fascinating place to roam through. The Declaration, yellowed and mottled through the ages, is preserved under glass with fancy illegible signaures fixed to it. The original Constitution may also be seen—equally unreadable. Lincoln’s Gettysburg address is not far off. It was not written on an old envelope as tradition has it, hut in clear handwriting on a long strip of paper. These few manuscripts gave me more thrills than all of the antique furniture in the White House or in Mount Ver¬ non. The Gutenberg Bible, the first book ever printed, was written in German characters. Mount Vernon is indeed a mansion. Its tall white pillars lend regality. Situated on a high hill overlook¬ ing the Potomac, it is a great sight to behold. George Washington is dead, but his belongings still remain with “please do not touch” signs on all. No one is allowed to enter any rooms of Mount Vernon. Cords are stretch¬ ed across the doorways. Washington’s tomb (pro¬ nounced “tume” by all Southerners) is nearby; in it is a marble coffin. I couldn’t help thinking that Washing¬ ton isn’t really dead! He is alive in the hearts of every American citizen. Certainly his ghost stalks through the halls of Mount Vernon! High up under the roof is a tiny gabled room. It was here that Martha grieved, after her husband’s death. She stayed in this room until the time of her own death, so she could look down on her husband’s tomb. Mount Vernon is much more de¬ lightful than the White House, I think! It is a country home, peaceful, serene, beauteous, quiet! Lee’s Mansion is a lovely home, as well as Mount Vernon. The thing that impressed me most about this place was its dark spacious wine cellar! Huge wine casks, bottles, and kegs stood about dejectedly—stone dry. Nary a drop of wine in any of them. What a for¬ lorn wine cellar! The Bureau of Printing and Engraving, where all of our money and stamps are made, is fascinating. Six bills are printed on one sheet of paper. Then they are counted for mistakes, stamped, and cut. Hundreds of women are employed to count the sheets of money to find mistakes. All day long they handle millions, and at night they creep home to their tiny apartments with a tiny wage! The irony of it! Not one of them is al¬ lowed to leave the building until all the money is ac¬ counted for. Over a million stamps are made a day. The machinery runs smoothly. The men workers work rapidly and with practiced hands. I have never seen so much money in my life and never expect to see so much again! There are beautiful art galleries in Washington. The Corcoran Art Gallery is magnificent and has many rare paintings. The Freer Art Gallery is famous for its Whistler paintings and etchings. The Smithsonian In¬ stitute proved rather disappointing to me! I expected to see something far more magnificent than what I did see. The main thing to see is Lindy’s plane. To think that this tiny, frail craft carried our hero through wind and storm is really amazing. The other great sight is the room filled with lifelike statues of all the president’s wives, dressed in their original dresses of velvet and satin. The tomb of the Unknown Soldier is entirely of marble. Day and night a soldier, carrying a gun, marches up and down. The guard changes every hour. Although this performance is a beautiful memorial, I think it very foolish. The quiet Arlington Cemetery is filled with many famous bodies. At night, Washington is fairyland! The Lincoln Memorial is a sight not to be missed! The white marble figure of Lincoln, sitting in a chair, lighted up against the black sky, dotted with stars, is breathtaking. The immobile Lincoln gazes into the famous reflection pool opposite. This pool, dotted with lilies, reflects the Washington Monument—a tall stone needle pointing at Heaven. Washington—when the cherry blossoms bloom! I am saving my money for another trip! Natalie Waitt ’34 INDIAN SCHOOL DAYS During my stay in India, I being an American Miss Sahib, was sent to the hills to a hoarding school. All the younger white population is scattered during the hot season, among the many hill stations. I chose the one rightly called the “Queen of Hill Stations” or Ota- camund in Southern India. The trip of three days, from Calcutta through Madras up into the hills, was most interesting to me, practically a newcomer to India. However, the school itself, its routine, and little incidents of amusing charac¬ ter are much more interesting to the folks on this side of Suez. The name, Breeks Memorial School, seemed simi- Iar to the names of our American schools, but oh, the vast differences! It was an English mission school under the efficient Sir George Theobald, head master. The girls’ boarding house, Hillside Cottage, was nestled close to the hill, overlooking the boys’ houses. Hillside Cottage consisted of a reception room where one entertained guests if one was lucky enough to have some, a dining room containing two long tables with benches alongside, eight bedrooms, the small girls’ dor¬ mitory and the matron’s rooms downstairs, and four bedrooms on a little balcony over the lower hall. There was one washroom with its walls lined with benches where reposed tw r enty white basins, twenty toothbi ush holders, and as many towels and face cloths as there were faces. Our day began at the sound of the large gong; we made a rush for the washroom, washing in icy Asatei and then returned to our rooms to finish dressing. Every hair in place, every plait in our “gyms” iust so, our ties straight and our shoes shined, we made our appearance in the reception room at half past six for morning piay- ers. After breakfast we gathered our books together, and our topis (sun helmets) on at the right angle, we passed the matron’s inspection. We formed double files at the door and marched to the school house about halt a mile away. . . f Upon our arrival at school we met in the hall tor singing and devotional exercises, later going to our re¬ spective classes. School was over for the day at three o clock, with an intermission at noon, and back we went to Hillside Cottage where our tea was waiting. This was always a joyous meal, the dining room in an awful hubbub with laughter and talking. After tea we went to the play¬ ground for an hour to play basketball while the boys played that game little known to the boys in this country, cricket. Five o’clock to six was spent at prep or study. We prepared our lessons (and they were numerous) for the next day under the all-seeing eye of one of the boys’ masters. At the first sound of the gong there was a mad scramble towards the door and dinner. The boys ? dining hall was on the same “terrace” as the prep room, but we had to climb up the hill. Of course we never took the path, but like the monkeys we were, scrambled up the side of the hill, making a great game out of “after prep.” The very same gong that broke into our early morning slumbers, could scarcely be heard above the chatter and laughter that filled the halls after supper. We played games, visited in each other s rooms, or those that had charge of the “small girls” were busy scrub¬ bing dirty knees and necks in preparation for the night. The warning gong for bed rang at eight forty-five, and the lights were out at nine. The talking was also to be stopped at that time, but show me the girl that will stop talking at any hour or before sleep overtakes her. Sunday at school was a special day: one of church, walks, and best of all the day for “brother cake.” This cake was only served at Sunday tea time and well eai ned the name it was given by the girls because there were never anymore than three raisins in it and lucky was the girl that discovered one of these. Sunday afternoon was always spent by taking a walk, and if we were very insistent and could have the boys’ house master take us, we would visit a little native village on the very top of the mountain. We learned songs and native dances here as well as some of the language. I was especially interested in the houses in this village, as they were cone shaped and the doorways were so low that one had to go in on hands and knees to enter them. They were very sturdily built of bam¬ boo, and have stood for years in the severe winds and rains familiar to this section of India. . The teachers were just teachers and not a bit friend¬ ly as they are in this country. They could not be joked with, were not the least interested in our sports, and never tried to make the studies seem amusing and in¬ teresting as our teachers do. Any giggling or foolish¬ ness was always unnecessary in their eyes, and they did¬ n’t seem to understand the hearts and minds of the young people under their care. So, my friends, count yourself among the lucky folks, because you ive m this country and go to school here, having a say m the government of your school, and having teachers that are chums and friends never to be forgotten, willing to help you in school or play. Dorothy BOOK REVIEWS “THE BEST PLAYS OF 1932-33” By Burns Mantle Burns Mantle edits annually a book containing vhat he considers the ten best plays of the year. Among hose of 1932-33 are included Dinner at Eight ? Both four Houses,” “When Ladies Meet,” Biography, and ‘Alien Corn.” The author makes these plays interesting •eading by clever connecting summaries. In addition to these representative plays ot the year there are also listed the casts and number of per¬ formances of each Broadway production of the past season along with a summary of each. There too is a section relating to the births of various outstanding ac¬ tors and actresses, a section of necrology, and one stating the best plays of the past fourteen years — all of which make the book invaluable to the playgoer who wishes to keep up with what he is unable to see performed. C. C. ’34 “THE THREE MUSTANGEERS” By Will James No, not the old story of “The Three Muskateers” but a brand new novel of outlaw men by Will James, famous writer of western stories. Three men about whom the story deals were joined together by common ideals and succeeded in evading the law while rustling cattle or horses. Then they turned to running the flying herds of mustangs, wild horses of the plains. Alto¬ gether this is an exciting novel and one that holds your attention through thrilling episodes and escapades. L. A. C. ’36 “THE MYSTERY OF THE EMPTY ROOM” By Augusta Huell Seaman This book is humorous, baffling, and very interest¬ ing. If you, a girl of seventeen, were forced to leave a comfortable home to live in a house surrounded by mystery and strange stories in a lonely village, what would you do? Lois Shelton soon found an answer after she had arrived. She began to discover that mystery surrounded the business of queer, old Silas Trott, and she sought to solve the problem. Complications resulted. P. E. ’35 “MURDER IN THE CALAIS COACH” By Agatha Christie This exciting mystery story has a very unusual set¬ ting. A slow moving train crossing Europe from the Near East is prevented from making progress because of a terrible snow storm. Those aboard the train, all of different nationalities, are cleverly drawn and involved in a murder, on the train. What could be more thrill¬ ing ? There is an especially good surprise ending and solution. N. C. ’34 “FIRST TO GO BACK” By Irina Skaritina The distinguished authoress of this book is the daughter of Princess Mary Labanov of Rostow and a member of the former titled aristocracy of Russia. The novel, “First to Go Back,” is a well woven, impartial, and informative account of her visit to her former royal home; the changes she found in the Russian government, the total extinction of the former royal power are well described. This book is considered the most important piece of comment on the Soviet Russia of today. W. M. ’35 “CRY HAVOC!” By Beverley Nichols “I am for peace at any price.” In the words of the author himself, this is not a book at all. “It is only a series of agonized plunges into a forest of problems which bristle with poisoned thorns.” It is, from beginning to end, a startling reve¬ lation of the folly and uselessness of war. Beverley Nichols believes that the discussion of war should begin with the personal agony of the soldier, and should end with the political and economical fric¬ tion which result in that agony. He vividly describes Germany as a “sullen, straining giant, rattling at the prison bars, ' and France as a “nervous gaoler, strutting down the corridors of Europe, jangling her keys in her pocket. Read this book, by all means. It is the most start¬ ling, daring, and yet convincing book against war that has ever been written. R. S. ’34 “MATHI-MAGIC” By Royal V. Heath Here’s a book for you would-be mathematicians! It’s certainly a unique collection of mathematical tricks, puzzles, and brain testers. It’s well illustrated for those of you who still have a devotion to pictures, and very clever. Who knows but what you could try one of the tricks on the next practical joker who ambles in your direction? H. D. ’34 “TSCHIFFELY’S RIDE” By A. F. Tschiffely In his travel book Mr. Tschiffely relates how he accompanied two middle aged horses on a 10,000 mile journey from Buenos Aires to Washington, D. C., com¬ pleting the adventure in thirty months. How they cross¬ ed mountain ranges, trudged through floods, jungles, and quicksand, made their way across withered prairies and swollen rivers, traveled over deserts and through swamps, he describes in his thrilling narrative. For a true tale full of exciting situations and narrow escapes, read “Tschiffely’s Ride.” J. T. ’34 vat- — t ■■ ■ ■ ■ ■■ — 1 EXCHANGES It is rather difficult for the “Pioneer” to get many exchanges for the first issue. We have to send our mag¬ azine in return you know and who would send one of last year’s issues with this grand one just off the press. Nevertheless, we have a few this time; so here goes. “The Aegis” from Beverly is a great magazine. The stories are good and the short subjects are differ¬ ent, but why not a bit more humor? The “Punch Harder” from Andover is a clever monthly publication and is certainly well posted on school activities. The “Authentic” from Stoneham — quite a volume to be sure but why no exchanges? Your prophecy in the graduation number was certainly unique; keep up the good work this year. 9 1 1 ' - - Helen Doner 34 HONOR LIST First Quarter, 1933 Maximum Charlotte Currier Jean Temple Phyllis Comey Dora Levine Reading High School Honors Rita Whelton Cecilie Berle Lawrence Cate Frances Doucette Muriel Newberry Honors Elizabeth Boyers Phyllis Callan Helen Doner Catherine Gordon Edgar Heselton Tillie Levine Herbert Olsen Mollie Parker John Robinson Albert Arsenault Charles Doughty Priscilla Eisenhaure Ruby Ellis Commendation Lillian Brown Roger Davis Ursula Harris Richard Hoyt Marguerite Leary Muriel Olsen Mabelle Parkin Stanley Boyers Na talie Carpenter Hope Littlefield Anne Mentus Madeleine Heselton Clyffeton Hill Warren Miller Margaret O’Leary Merton Richardson Peter Scollo Mary Estabrook Frances Jewett Mary-Lee Kingman Ernestine Lowell Irene Norton Virginia Pitman Earl Vance Doris Phillips Florence Sullivan Ruth Boston Barbara Davis Louis Doyle Clifton England Bernard Nichols Ardis Paul Virginia Pease Raymond Thorn Dorothy Ward 39® POETRY TO A FOOTBALL HERO Your touchdowns thrill me through and through My heart is effervescent. Your cave-man size Delights my eyes Oh, Hero, incandescent. Your famous tackles tickle me, I think your punts are clever, All the girls just toss their curls And think you’re theirs forever. But, Football Hero, six foot three. You throw me in a spasm The Missing Link is you, I think. You Hunk of Protoplasm! Natalie Waitt ’34 LIFE’S FULFILLMENT When shades of rest lay o’er the earth, Bare trees and grass bound hills, There’s peace and love and silent ground Neath vivid autumn chill. A man stands quiet on the hill, His figure outlines gray, He slouches there and watches still, The world and all its ways. The great red sphere has dropped below The soft white bars of clouds, And leaving in the blue gray sky, Wild colors there celestially bowed. The man is young and slight and keen, His sombre eyes just creased, He sees the hamlet’s lights spark too, And sail from labor ceased. Old squat, gray barns with harvest full, There prosperously reposed, And in the vale there stood a church, Where cold-struck pigeons dosed. He thought in full that life was good, And labor carved reward, Though things were plain and just the same, It was as Christ had lawed. ALICE’S SONG OF WONDERLAND Sweet Alice went to Wonderland, And played with queens and kings. She is a very happy child, And this is what she sings. “I saw a rabbit with his gloves, Go down his burrow black. I’d never seen this sight before, So followed at his back. I fell through space and space and space Until I hit some leaves. I saw the rabbit disappear And followed at my ease. I came upon a tiny door, But could not find the key. I spied a table on which lay, A jar, which said, “Drink me.” I shut up like a telescope, And ran unto the door. But now my size prevented me, From getting the key, as befor e. Saddened at my vain attempts, I sat right down and cried. And soon my tears became a poo) And I had slipped inside. A mouse fell in my pool of tears, And then a crab, and duck, A Dodo, and a Lory bird, Soon met with our bad luck. With one accord we swam to shore, And formed a circle round. Then mouse to dry us of the tears, Told a dry tale he’d found. The dry tale was of no avail, The Cheshire cat did speak Of this the Creatures seemed afraid, And departed with a shriek. I wound my way through this stranee land, And met the Red Chess Queen. A fish face footman I did spy. The queerest I have seen. Parke Masters ’35 The caterpillar smoked his pipe, And on his mushroom sat, A face appeared up in a tree, It was the Cheshire cat. The Walrus and the Carpenter, Ate all the oysters raw. And Tweedledum and Tweedledee Were among the ones I saw. But now I must adjourn my song, But if you wish to know, How I played Chess, with the White Chess Queen The Gryphon will let you know. Jean Phippin ’35 WITH APOLOGIES TO THE EDITOR FOR HANDING IN A BAD POEM Poetry isn’t made to order— Though sometimes you will find That words slip off the pen as from Shakespeare’s unequalled mind. Oh, Chaucer, Dante, Homer, Poe. How did you make your name? And write so freely of wonderful verse That brought you eternal fame? Beautiful and magnificent Are adjectives of weight But matching them with other words Is sure to aggravate. So when you’re struggling with a word Like metamorphosis Think of that critic public That is often hard to please. Oh, Tennyson, Longfellow, Kipling, and Holmes, How did you rhyme your verse? For every time I try these rhymes They only sound much worse. Mary Lee Kingman ’36 AROUND THE WORLD Here in this land small children hang Their stockings up for fun, And trees are trimmed and colored lights Make Christmas well begun. In England comes plum pudding And sprig of mistletoe, And candles placed to brightly shine At each small-paned window. In France a wooden sabot Lies by the fireside, And Yule logs burn quite merrily At Frenchmen’s Christmastide. In Holland rides Saint Nicholas Upon his huge white steed, And candy leaves, or strong birch rods Which lead one to take heed. In Sweden, for the birds are left Great bundles made of wheat, And at each house poor people find Fine food for them to eat. In China, more at New Year Time The festivals are found. And temple gongs and crackers loud Mix in a foreign sound. So all around the world is kept A happy holiday, Although each country celebrates In such a different way. Mary Lee Kingman ’36 FRIAR BACON AND THE BRAZEN HEAD Long ago on England’s isle, lived a monk who all the while Studied alchemy and magic with the utmost diligence. Roger Bacon was his name; his wide learning gained him fame; But he went on just the same, working without negli¬ gence ; He continued as before to labor without negligence, But with patient confidence. Friar Bacon then resided at a school where he presided Over all the Oxford teachers, for his knowledge sur¬ passed theirs. And his brother friars feared him, never helped him, never cheered him, For they never domineered him, and his powers out¬ classed theirs. Envious, they never neared him, for his magic out¬ classed theirs; His wisdom truly surpassed theirs. On a certain day he called them all together and ap¬ palled them With a flashing, crashing boom which rent and shattered every ear. Yet he’d simply fired a powder, whose deep boom there was none louder. Could a man be any prouder of this thing discovered here, Than the man who’d filled the teachers, by this thing invented here, With a superstitious fear? The tutors drove him from the college, claiming that his magic knowledge Would destroy them and their scholars, all of whom upon him leered. Him they banished from the town, him they stripped of all renown, Him they tried to trample down, because he was a man they feared, But they could not keep him down, this man whom jealous friars feared, Though they saw he’d disappeared. To some castle he betook him, where no peering eye could look in, To some distant rendevous, a stolid castle on a hill. There he shut himself up tight to study far into the night. There he read by candlelight, and pored upon his books at will. There, at night, by candlelight, he could ponder at his will In a workshop ever still. Friar Bungay came one day to his castle far away. He was the hermit’s only friend, this scholar in his priestly stole; And he brought an ancient script, from an old monastic crypt, Into which both friars dipped, to learn the mystery of the scroll, The secret of a foreign roll. After thought and meditation, then they had the whole translation Of this dusky manuscript written in a foreign land. “Is it certain,” Bungay said, “to hear words from a brazen head? Could a bust with tongue of lead speak out, as these old authors planned? Would a metallic voice of lead give secrets which the ancients planned? Th’ astonished Bungay did demand. “That is what the script has said, that a metal brazen head Will disclose the dreaded secrets never, never known to man. Let us do as they have spoken, build this metal head, a token Of the spell which we have broken. Let us make this bust of tan. Now we have the secrets how T to build the brazen bust of tan.” And right away thei r task began. Then they gathered pots of brassware, brazen tools they did amass there, Pans and kettles, all of brass, they put into the melting pot. And they labored seven years, shaping face and head and ears, Like two secret engineers, with their furnace ever hot. Worked they like two engineers, above a furnace always hot, Till a brazen head they’d got. A solemn, grim, and ghastly creature, perfect yet in every feature, Soon upon a marble pillar they had had him strongly strung. Then the clockwork they inserted; then their labor v as diverted To some lead which they converted to a bright, metallic tongue. Then they placed within the head this shining, gleam¬ ing leaden tongue, To belch forth secrets yet unsung. Day and night they both watched o’er him, day and night they sat before him, Waiting for the time to come when he would speak out all his learning. But the brazen lips ne’er parted, and the clockwork was ne’er started, And his flashing eyes ne’er darted to anticipate their yearning. All his features stood immobile, did not interrupt their yearning. Always were his eyes just burning. Friar Bungay soon grew sickly, and was taken ill quite quickly. Roger Bacon all alone had now the weary watch to keep. He could stay awake no longer, called his servant, who was stronger, Summoned Miles, who was much stronger, for he al¬ most fell asleep, Said to Miles that when the head spoke, he must wake him from his sleep, That he might the secrets reap. Frightened, Miles looked all around him, saw the things which did surround him. Then he grasped his cudgel tighter, as he saw that braz¬ en head; And he cowered back in fear from that ugly frown so near, From those eyes which seemed to leer, and that eerie tongue of lead. And those eyes which seemed to leer, and that heavy tongue of lead Held him constantly in dread. Till, at last, as time grew older, and his frightened soul grew bolder, Stepped he to the brazen head, but shuddered back at some sharp “fizz.” Suddenly the bright eyes darted, and the brazen lips had parted, And a hard, metallic murmur muttered simply this: “Time is,” As if those words were only his. Soon Miles spoke out, “Brassy-head, is that all your tongue of lead Has to say about the secrets, but two, simple words, ‘Time is’? Thou art surely no forecaster, I shall then not wake my master, Have him rush here fast and faster, for but two, short words, ‘Time is.’ For his time is more important than to hear your words, ‘Time is.’ Stop that everlasting ‘fizz’!” Louder, louder grew the mumbling, brassy-head was surely grumbling. Now he muttered in his clocking, metal tones the words: “Time was.” Now the servant had been started, frightened by those eyes which darted, And the tongue which had imparted those two, ominous words: “Time was.” For the tongue of lead imparted those mysterious words: “Time was.” “Surely these words have no cause.” So he did not wake his master, but he watched the mad forecaster. From the glazing, yellow features of the image made of brass Anger shot, his eyes were darting, snarling, brazen lips were parting, And his grumblings were upstarting, as he burst in voice of brass, And his mumblings were upstarting, as he, in brazen voice of brass, Boom ed out like thunder, Time is past. Then he belched forth bluish smoke, the pillar under¬ neath him broke; And in frenzied, fiendish wrath, the image tottered more and more; With the angry mask it wore, it swayed and crashed upon the floor; All the clockwork that it bore, crashed and smashed upon the floor. All the small machinery crashed and scattered on the floor, A broken heap of shapeless ore. Friar Bacon heard the crashing, to his workshop he came dashing, And he saw the dire destruction, which was wrought upon the floor. “Thou wretched, thou brainless knave,” madly did the Friar rave, “Why did’st thou not this havoc save, and wake me as I said before! Oh, thou fool, why did’st not wake me, as I ordered thee before! Get thy face hence from my door!” Bacon, in a frenzied roar, drove the servant from his door. Then he sat down, weak, dejected, pondered on the task he’d bidden, “The clockwork I’d have set in motion; acting as a living potion, It would force out every notion that his metal lips kept hidden. Always, ever, would he live, and tell me secrets daikl hidden. But success has been forbidden. ’ And the friar, never ending, still is bending, still is bending O’er the dusky scripts before him, and his knowledge is increasing. In his lonely, lofty tower, in his far-off, secret bower, Where he studies by the hour, he is toiling, never ceas¬ ing; Where he ponders o’er his volumes, he is bending, never ceasing. Thus he’ll labor till deceasing. Jack Chapin P. G. NEWS MUSICAL ORGANIZATIONS The Reading High School Band has now completed another fall season in which it has attempted to give moral support to the football team at the home and outside games. Another one of its activities is provid¬ ing martial music for assemblies, a service which is also rendered by the High School Orchestra. Both groups have increased in size and in ability since last year, and it is hoped this progress continues steadily. The Chorus meets three times a week, or as regu¬ larly as is allowed by the numerous interrupting as¬ semblies. Its membership is large, with sopranos and altos very much in the majority. The work of this organ¬ ization also has been very satisfactory and is showing continual improvement. SENIOR CLASS ACTIVITIES The first meeting of the Class of ’34 was held Nov¬ ember 13, 1933. This meeting was mainly to discuss our Senior Play and start our earnest drive on dues. On Wednesday, November 15, 1933, those interested met in the assembly hall and after a lengthy discus¬ sion, selected the play, “The Youngest” by Philip Barrie. Try-outs have been held and now there is a tentative list of possibilities for the play. We seniors are for¬ tunate in having Mr. John E. Hines as our coach. ASSEMBLIES At the assembly on October 5, 1933, Dr. Charles E. Gill of the State Board of Public Health spoke on tuberculosis and the motive of the Chadwick Clinic. On October 10, 1933, Captain Eames of the Reading Fire Department gave a brief talk on fire, its causes and preventions. Chief Po-can-ti-co, an American Indian from the Rosebud Reservation in South Dakota, gave a most interesting and inspiring talk to the students. He told us of the conditions of the Indians, their hardships, and their customs. He was accompanied by his wife and lit¬ tle papoose. On October 30, 1933, Captain Osborne and his wife came again to give an interesting lecture on New Zea¬ land. He brought with him some stereoptican slides showing the tribes and country there. The Armistice Day exercises were held Friday, November 10, 1933. Mr. Norman Hunt of the Reading American Legion spoke on war, its faults, its worth, and the reason for the celebration of Armistice Day. The orchestra furnished appropriate music. Professor Holmes of Northeastern University gave an illuminating speech on “Your Future at Thirty Years” on November 21, 1933. In the course of his speech he brought out the fact that it was becoming more necessary for people to have a good education in order to obtain positions. In the Thanksgiving program. The Governor’s Proclamation was read by Harley Nelson, and was fol¬ lowed by, “Preparation For The First Thanksgiving,” a playlet given by Miss Barlow’s sixth period Junior English class, assisted by the students of the art depart¬ ment and by the kindness of Mr. Wheeler, Miss Mercie Nichols, and by the chorus. The scene was the interior of a cottage in Plymouth, November, 1621. The characters were: Priscilla Mullins Mary Chilton Mistress Billington Mistress Winslow John Alden Elvira Ireland Phyllis Comey Clara McLeod Hope Littlefield Sheldon Skolfield Catherine Gordon ’34 JUNIOR WOMAN’S CLUB The Junior Woman’s Club has again opened a new year. The first meeting was held October 17, 1933 with Mrs. Charles C. Wilson, Vice-chairman of Junior Membership of the State Federation, as the guest speaker. She gave a very interesting talk on “The Meaning of Junior Woman’s Club.” A business meeting was held November 7, 1933 to discuss matters concerning the “Harvest” Dance and the Rummage Sale. Both these activities proved very suc¬ cessful. The officers for this year are: President Dorothy Parker Vice-President Jean Phippen Secretary Elizabeth Boyers Treasurer Lillian Brown Catherine Gordon ’34 READING HI-Y The season of the Reading Hi-Y began the eve¬ ning of October third with a supper at Pinehurst in North Reading. Malcolm Ball and Newell Morton, Brown graduates, gave us very interesting personal in¬ terpretations of modern college life and its athletic op¬ portunities. During the year there are three supper meetings scheduled; also there will be inductions com¬ bined with “Faculty Night” and “Mother’s Night” and special features in “Co-Ed Night and College Night. The annual Fathers’ and Sons’ banquet will be held in April, and is to be followed by a Hi-Y trip to the mountains of New Hampshire in May. The conference series commenced October twenty- second at the “Rotary Camp for Boys” in Boxford. Mass. The principal speaker, Roy Coombs, gave a most inspiring and enlightening address on “Dual Person¬ alities.” Swimming and boating were popular during the recess after the discussion groups in the morning. There are to be three more district conferences during the course of the year and one major eastern confer¬ ence in a short time at Watertown, Mass. The activities of our own club, which is also to organize one or two clubs in neighboring communities, are in the hands of a very capable group of officers. Kenneth Ives President Robert Parker.Vice President Malcolm Plummer.Secretary John Austin Treasurer Roger Davis ’34 van - ” ATHLETICS DOWN THE FOOTBALL FIELD WITH R. H. S. Reading 6, Ipswich 0—What a day! What a start! What a coach! What great plays! What a team! Every¬ body working hard and smartly with a new sophmore rtar. Congratulate Captain Ives on a successful start. Reading 13, Methuen 0—With Bob Channonhouse, Vincent Kelly, Ronnie DePatie, Chic Ainsworth, Fred Ryland, Dick Preston, Kenny Ives, Alec Williamson, Bill McCarthy, Dick Crooker, Paul Spellman, Mike Michaelosky, Cliff Holt, John Dobbins, and Ed Hasel- lon pushing along, the bunch proved that Ipswich wasn t just a lucky break. , £ Reading 6, Lexington 12—They slapped the hist score of the season on us, but they weren t so difficu I as expected. By the time the team got Olde Conn- dence back a la six points, the game was ending. Reading 20, Hamilton 0—The A. A. got some money from some real fans—good old canvas fence—and good old team with Channy and Pe-Wee running wild, massed up a pile of points. Reading 14, Manchester 0—The game lacked spark and fire, but Sophomore Surprise had a field day scoring two touch downs. Reading 0, Danvers 6—A raw but lively and ambi¬ tious Danvers team gave us quite a game; we gave them a great goal-line stand. Reading 2, Stoneham 7—A stupid game! The Read¬ ing bunch was master of Stoneham but the “reffs” out¬ played us. Ryland played a great game. Where was Channy? Reading 0, Wakefield 13—Even the snow waited for the game! We lacked Ye Olde Goal-Line go through;” we held them right up to the half. It was a nice clean game. We’ll see you again, Wakefield! Season Summary. Beading won four games, lost four games, and scored sixty-seven points against thirty-eight for the season’s opposition. Thanks, “gang,” for hard fighting football. I hanks, Kenny and Coach, for competent leadership and smart football. Thanks, band, for snappy and untiring music. Thanks, cheer-leaders, for your noise and appealing pulchritude. Thanks, officials, for giv¬ ing us something to yell about. Thanks, stout-hearted rubs, who worked and ‘ took it.” Thanks, Mr. Sussman, Mr. Peck, Mr. Althoff, and Jean. Good luck. Captain- elect Fred Ryland. So long till next year. Parke Masters ’35 GIRLS ’ ATHLETICS Field Hockey This year the girls adopted field hockey for an outside activity. About thirty girls went out but the number soon dwindled down to fifteen. After very few practices among ourselves (due to improper playing space) and some scrimmages with the Junior High girls, we prepared for our first game. Our outside games, however, were unavoidably postponed for a long time because of wet fields and cold weather. On November 22, Reading Team played with the Wilmington girls, vfi.__ . - who won by a score of 4—0. Horseback Riding This year interested students formed a riding club which gave them many enjoyable afternoons under the generous leadership of Miss Ernst, Mrs. Jenkins, and Miss Nichols, who gave up their afternoons to ride with the pupils. Tennis The girls held their semi-annual doubles elimina¬ tion tennis tournament this fall. Both Playground Courts were available two days a week. Twenty-four teams be¬ gan and by the third round eight teams remained in play. After hard fought matches K. Cummings and H. Fortune, B. Sawyer and 0. Bates, B. Jewell and F. Meuse, P. Eisenhaure and E. Leach were left in the semi-finals. The tournament ended about the third week in October with P. Eisenhaure and E. Leach defeating B. Sawyer and 0. Bates. Lillian Brown ’34 Mary Dorn 34 -- IK5V HUMOR HOW TO WRITE A THEME Despite all beliefs to the contrary, it is not neces¬ sary to go into a frenzy in order to write a story. Let the teacher do whatever tearing of the hair is to be done, ft is necessary, however, to keep three things in mind while writing a theme. First of all, strive for an effect. If, on reading over vour paper, you perceive that the eff ect is terrible, read it over again to see if you can make it worse. Art must be served. Next in importance is verisimilitude, which might easily make or mar your story. For instance, if you made one of your characters attend a lecture on the calculus, given by Jack Dempsey, your whole story would be ruined. Grammar is also important. Above all things, be careful never to split an infinitive, for no English teacher, no matter how lenient, will let that pass. Indeed, I know of one fellow who wrote a very excellent story, but who received a “D” for it, and all because he had split six infinitives, right down the middle. Now, keeping these things in mind, gather your equipment; a few sheets of paper, a soft pencil, and a white ceiling to stare at. The last item is the primary requisite, as a hero with steel-blue eyes is the primary requisite of a western novel. After staring at the ceil ing for several minutes you will see that it is covered with fly-specks. From fly-specks it’s an easy step to fly¬ paper; paper brings to mind a schoolhouse, and even¬ tually a schoolboy named Herman. Herman brings home a report card with five “F’s;” his irate father leads him to the woodshed. Now, here is the place for the start¬ ling denouement. Just as the lash is about to descend, Herman’s mother rushes in with an old report of her husband’s with six “F’s” for one quarter. Harold Doucette P. G. THE ANNOUNCER LIVES UP TO HIS CODE ADVERTISING If we were all radio announcers and if all radio announcers practised what they preached, this world would be a funny place. We are now going to have the pleasure of visit¬ ing the home of a radio ann ouncer. We ring the bell at Mr. Announcer’s home. The door opens, and the son, age eight, greets us. We are surprised at his strong grip when he shakes hands, but we realize he must eat ' Wheaties.” He says his mother is down town doing errands in their new “Plymouth” car. His father has not quite finished his lunch. From the crunching sounds coming from the dining room, we decide he is eating Grape Nuts.” Mr. Announcer finishes his meal and comes in and greets us. He offers us some “Camels” to smoke. We all sit down and begin to talk about the New Dodge “Show-down Plan.” Mr. Announcer is a tall man with grey hair. His head is small with a large mouth, and his voice is loud. He wears a light suit, a red tie, “Inter-woven” socks, and “Walk Over” shoes. Mrs. Announcer now drives into the yard and their son runs out to get his “Ovaltine” and “Educator Crackers. We meet Mrs. Announcer and very impolitely stare at her large ears. She got that way from listening to her husband. She has a peevish disposition, for her husband, being an announcer, can talk more and faster than she can. We have been conscious of the harsh rasping cough of their son, but Mrs. Announcer administers one dose of “Rem” and the cough ceases. Mrs. Announcer tells her husband she bought him some Linit for his bath. The “Big Ben” on the mantle chimes two, and we take leave of the Announcers. Kent Fletcher ’36 ECHOES OF THE LUNCH BOX What, l ask you, could be more deadly than idle gossip over milk bottles and between nibbles of sardine, hamburger sandwiches, and other delicasies? If you listen religiously between the valiant exclamations of “iceberg” and “what no pickles?” you will undoubtedly hear much. For instance—This fall Mrs. Jenkins was seen riding horseback with a tribe of wild horsewomen believed to be the Amazons of 1933 (not the gold dig¬ gers)—Parker Kimball nonchalantly turned down an offer from Hollywood to act as Baby Leroy s double at $4,000 a week.—After a heart-breaking search in¬ cluding the faculty and six bloodhounds, Nat Carpen¬ ter was found roller skating in the assembly hall. Where will you practice now, Nat?—Alex Williamson was severely cautioned by the faculty against the fa¬ tality of overstudy.—Bob Channonhouse hibernates during the no-football season; a few sophomores appear to hibernate in all seasons.—The Junior Class president is the champion player of ping pong in his neighbor¬ hood; we wonder why so many windows are broken on Wilson Street.—Miss Ernst’s favorite dessert is a bag of peanuts.—John Matheison has never seen a circus. We also hear that Miss Ernst’s favorite colors are green and brown.—Roberta Raley has her biology class on edge inasmuch as she has a weakness for deliver¬ ing blood curdling screams; are you practicing for New Year’s, Roberta?—So many graduates felt home¬ sick for their classes they came back for more, what is the secret of success, P. G’s? William Mooney ’35 AUTOMOBILE DRIVERS An automobile driver passes through four stages, the first being the nervous stage when learning to drive and for a short time after. In this stage the driver takes too long to think to press the brake pedal and then too long to press it, sometimes pressing the accelerator in¬ stead. , , The second stage occurs when he has mastered the points of driving like putting on the brake without thinking about it. The third stage is the over-confident stage when he thinks he is a perfect driver because he can start quickly in traffic, can miss some pedestrians, and can get ninety miles an hour out of any old ' crate, hut he generally manages to land in the ditch oi m the hospital. This type of driver is often found in high schools and colleges. He drives anything from a de¬ luxe model Zilch XII to a delapidated Henry the fifth. The fourth stage of an automobile driver, if he has survived the crashes, is the stage he reaches at the age of about forty when he finds out an automobile is not circus apparatus. (Many men at forty today learned to drive with a horse and buggy and took their girl friends out in that. How romantic! This probably explains why such drivers are slow r er today.) One of the worst menaces of the highway today is back seat driving, a disease common to women. I shall now relate a conversation of a man and wife out for a little afternoon ride. The husband starts the car, and the wife starts her vocal chords with, “Trowbridge, don’t let the clutch in so quickly; don’t make so much noise with the gears; it jars on my nerves so; watch out for that corner; here comes a car, oh, I know we’ll crash, don’t stop so quick¬ ly; remember my indigestion; don’t grind the gears. Then on seeing a truck half a mile up the street, she screams, “Don’t hit that truck.” After the truck has passed with about the width of two cars to spare, she again gets her breath and contiuues her very enlight¬ ening oratory. Finally, a fter about two miles they see in the distance a “road closed sign making the wife cry so loudly, “STOP,” that the husband, thinking he is being held up, throws up his hands, and the car runs into a post. There isn’t any damage except the wife saying, “Trowbridge Tweak, I knew you d come to this with all your speeding, Why, we were going almost twenty miles an hour and might have been killed. Some drivers drive with the horn. They blow the horn at everyone and everything. These people think, if they just blow the horn, everyone and everything will get out of their way. The only time the horn is necessary is when there are children playing in the street; blowing the horn all apart, as some people do, won’t as yet change a red light to green. John Doucette P. G. COMMENTS ON CLASSES Civil Service—where men are football players and the three girls are glad of it. Ihis situation is homolo¬ gated by Williamson. Math III—where the subject matter is hard and the close proximity of the second bell has nothing to do with the sigh of relief which becomes discernible over a number of faces. German I—where the boys study with poignant earnestness, hoping against hope that they may become spies in the next war. English V—where Hal Doucette is voiced in elo¬ quent vocabulary but incapacitated so that he can only evolve simple sentences which, however, require the manipulation of a Webster to ascertain their accurate elucidation. Bookkeeping III—where everything can be solved hut the A. A. problem. It doesn ' t balance, they say. Study Hall—where all students engage themselves in such worthwhile variations as earnest research in teacher psychology, analyzation of the sporting page, rivaling Sousa for special sound effects, and generally preparing for the next class. Latin IV—where the literature is alluring and the pupils think of that thrilling movie last night. Boys’ Lunch—where the strong eat first, and the weak have to wait. French I—where Channonhouse is thrown for a loss every time he bucks the line (of French), and where Fred Estes has yet to make a clean tackle (of a French verb). Biology—where romantic young girls and boys are disillusioned, and where Mrs. Jenkins lives in per¬ petual fear of having her laboratory blown up by some mad young bacteriologist. John Dobbins ’34 We’d like to put him to the sword, The “guy” who draws upon the board. He always makes me throw a fit, The dunce w r ho poses as a wit. We’ll take him for a ride some day, The boy who always wants his way. Once a soph of Reading High Tried to frame an alibi, It was so bad, That now, poor lad, In detention he must lie. APPRECIATION Our versatile principal should be awarded a medal making him “Whataman No. 327,313” for he can ride a horse, wave a syncopated baton, speak extemporan¬ eously, and drive fence posts. We also have it on good authority that he is a handy man with a coal shovel, and that he wields a clever can opener. SUGGESTIONS Coach Downes might requisition a couple of hefty running guards to “clean out” for Miss Bradley and other female teachers, when these ladies go to get lunch. “Fitzy” and Pop Wheeler need no interference. I he library could easily be converted into a lounge, where our athletes (genuine and Mexican) could gather between periods in congenial surroundings, discuss cur¬ rent events in the sport wrnrld, take a nap, or read light literature. (A couple of sophs could be commandeered to keep things tidy, fetch their slippers, serve refresh¬ ments. and make themselves useful in general.) As it is now, our boys hobnob in drafty corridors, where they expose themselves to colds and detention. We might borrow an idea from the Elevated Rail¬ ways and install handstraps along the sides of the as¬ sembly hall, to which the P. G’s could cling when they become tired. Harold Doucette, P. G. QUERY Who is the light-hearted proprietor of that 1832 Ford whose opalescent gray hue with ebony black trimmings causes it to be distinctive even among the later models. It possesses that under-slung racy stream¬ line of which any owner might well be proud. John Dobbins ’34 THESAURUS FOR SOPHOMORES circuit — “greatest show on earth” oscillator — moving stairway catarrh — a stringed instrument epoch — the “Iliad” prism — place for criminals velocity — three wheeled cycle crease — lubricate flunky — a fellow that gets “F’s” pheasant — poor person glue — what the detective looks for woe — stop deliquescent — proprietor of a meat store alumni — a light metal alas — a girl suave — ointment weight -—- hold on mottle — subject to death rabid — a bunny stirrup — good with pancakes moral — wall painting caustic — expensive knuckle — five cent piece mildew — American college wrankled — not pressed J. C., P. G. H. D., P. G. BLACK INK—WHO WROTE THIS? The dear old football team came through in fine style with the unassuming Mr. Downes reaping a goodly share of deserved praise. The band has its scraps. Which of course is to be expected as the result of the fusion of such a mass of artistic temperament. There are disbandments (poor pun), hold outs, strikes, jealousies, and wicked com¬ petition. Poor Mr. Peck! Did you know that Gardner Knapp went lion hunt¬ ing in Africa two years ago with an uncle, rode on elephants, had fried snake, a native dish, and killed a wild zebra? No? Neither did we! “How I Feel when I’m Caught” in fifteen chapters by Sophomore Merchant And finally, in case this column is clothed in too much secrecy to suit some, we ll ask in a deep voice. “Who’s our own great big black wolf?’ And you thun¬ der hack, “Sir Jimmy Boots Russell, politician, trav¬ eller, romancer, etc., etc.” BOOKS We’re just plod-plod-plod-plodding through our course at school, Just plod-plod-plod-plodding through our course at school, Flunks-flunks-fiunks-flunks in every single course we take. There are no A’s on our card. Sixty-fifty-thirty-forty are the marks we got today; Twenty-seven—sixty-four is what we got the day before, Flunks-flunks-fiunks-flunks in every single course we take. There are no A’s on our card. Don’t-don’t-don’t-don’t let deficiencies get through, Flunk-flunk-flunk-flunk is all that we can do: When dads-dads-dads-dads-see them, they get angry too. We never can get A’s. Try-try-try-try to get a mark that’s different. Thank-the-Lord, I’m glad there’s still the Aggie course. Flunks-flunks-fiunks-flunks in every single course we take. There are no A’s on our card. Shake-shake-shake-shake-the hands of all your peda¬ gogues; If-you-don’t-fawn, they will pile the work on you. Flunks-flunks-fiunks-flunks in every single course we take. There are no A’s on our card. We-can’t-take-it-Latin, French, and Algebra; But-we-can-lick-our Commercial G’ography, Flunks-flunks-fiunks-flunks in every single course we take. There are no A’s on our card. We-don’t-mind-school now that we can loaf in class; But night brings high piles of tough translation, home¬ work, and Books-books-books-books-for every single course we take. But we never can get A’s. I-have-plugged-six weeks in school, and certify That I-can’t-get-A’s, or B’s, or C’s, or D’s; But flunks-flunks-fiunks-flunks in every single course I take. I never can get A’s. Jack Chapin, P. G. With apologies to “Boots” by Rudyard Kipling. ■ 1 — ‘ aifi JOKES William Mooney was walking along Broadway, when a taxi driver yelled, Any part of the city you want. Cheapest rates.” Witty William retorted, “You can’t fool me again. 1 bought’ the City Hall last year, and they wouldn’t :nve it to me.” O “Tell me, Marion, how long does it take to get to Providence? ’ “Well, it’s about 2 hours by train, 40 minutes by airplane, but if you go with Jim Russell, you re prac¬ tically there now.” “Hey, Domin, what was that unearthly racket in our room last night?” “Well, Colley, the doctor gave me some medicine for my rheumatism with instructions to take it thiee nights running and then skip a night. Last night hap¬ pened to be my skipping night. Alec: “Say, did I ever tell you about my trained flea?” Mike: “Oh, you mean the one that could read? Alec: “Yeah. I took him into a store the other day and set him down on a paper carton, and all of a sud¬ den, he started running up and down just as tight as he could go.” Mike: “Well, what was he doing that for?” Alec: “Because it said, tear along the dotted line.” “Marion, did you ever see nothing?” “No, Helen, and you can’t tell me that you can see nothing either.” “Is that so? Well, close your eyes. Gottem closed?” “Yup.” “Well, what do you see?” “Nothing.” Mr. Halpin: fin Solid Geometry) “A tetrahedron has four faces, a hexahedron has six faces, and an oc¬ tahedron has eight faces.” C. Robinson: (raising his hand) “Then was Lon Chaney a millehedron?’ Mr. Dixon: (in U. S. History) “What land act was passed in Congress in 1787? ’ Plummer: “The Northwest ‘Audience’ A QUARTER CENTURY OF SCHOOL AND COLLEGE PHOTOGRAPHY Fifth Avenue, New York. 154 Boylston Street, Boston. 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