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

Text from Pages 1 - 162 of the 1934 volume:

’ ' A—O v 3 1 . ( THE PIONEER READING HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION NUMBER DEDICATION We gratefully dedicate this 1934 Graduation Issue of the Pioneer to our senior adviser, Miss Clarissa Brown, who has patiently guided us through our eventful year, and to Miss Helen England, hy whose assistance this issue has been made successful. JUNE NINETEEN HUNDRED THIRTY FOUR READING PUBLIC LIBRARY READING, MASSACHUSC T 03 PIONEER BOARD 0J Editor Charlotte Currier Literary Editors Ruth Scholz Natalie Waitt Quotation Assistants Rita Conti Catherine Gordon Marguerite Leary Tillie Levine Dorothy Parker Jean Temple News Editor Catherine Gordon Exchange Editor Helen Doner Athletic Editors Alma Doiron Edgar Haselton Marian Parker Art Editors Gordon Mayo Betty Mitchell T ypists Phyllis Callan Agnes Carney Business Managers Paul MacDonald Allan Bowron ’35 Faculty Advisers Helen England Frances Greenhalgii Luke Halpin Hermon Wheeler We, this Senior Board, now relinquish our posi¬ tions to our underclassmates who so capably assisted us in our regular Christmas issue and upon whom the future success of the Pioneer depends. FAREWELL Classmates, we are about to be launched into the busy world about us, and we shall no longer be able to cling to the comfortable protection of school and home. Today, the world is not one where easy em¬ ployment is to be found, but one in which positions are few and competition great. We must always place our best foot forward in order to convince our employ¬ ers that we are capable and worthy of responsible posi¬ tions. Some of us in the subsequent years are planning to attend institutions of higher learning. We must as¬ pire to lofty standards of scho larship in behalf of our¬ selves and our school which has nurtured us. We must remember that all the higher education that we are able to acquire will aid us in the business world, where com¬ petition renders it imperative that we be conversant with the line which we wish to follow. Others of us may step immediately into the busi¬ ness world. Let us be examples of honesty, punctuality, and zeal, always striving in our work to go ever up¬ ward toward leadership in our field so that we may feel proud of our efforts and may be a credit to our school, where first we learned our fundamental lessons. We cannot all be so fortunate, however, as to con¬ tinue our education or to find immediately employment. Let us hope, nevertheless, that we will not allow our hands and minds to remain idle. If we take a Post Graduate course, let us fully benefit by it and not let the year be merely one of marking time. Also, let us attempt to improve ourselves as much as possible through our own efforts, and perhaps pursue some hob¬ by in order to use the leisure profitably. Classmates, let us not become discouraged in this world of depression but let us remember always that “It isn’t whether you win or lose but how you play the game.” Charlotte Currier ’34 SENIOR CLASS George Colley, Jr. President “Bunt” Course: Comprehensive. Future: Cornell University. Activities: President, 4; Basketball, 2, 3; Band, 2; Hi-Y, 2, 3, 4. “He is liked because he is likeable.” Jean Temple Vice President Course: Classical. Future: College. Activities: Secretary of Class, 2; Vice President, 4; Tennis, 4; Pioneer, 3, 4; Band, 2, 3, 4; Orchestra, 2, 3, 4; Chorus (piano), 3, 4; Valedictorian, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4. “They laugh that win” Lillian Brown Secretary “Lil” Course: Normal. Future: School of Therapy. Activities: Class Secretary, 4; Riding, 3, 4; Hockey, 3; Pioneer, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4. “She was all good humour, spirits, sense and agreeability.” Harvey Kimball Treasurer “ Harv” Course: Accounting. Future: Accountant. Activities: Class Treasurer, 2, 3, 4; Class Basketball, 4. “Speech is great, but silence is greater.” SENIOR CLASS Dorothy Arthur “Dot” Course: Secretarial. Future: Private Stenographer. Activities: Tennis, 2, 3; Basketball, 2; Chorus, 2. “Iler air, her manners, all who saw admired; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired.” John Austin “ Austie” Course: College. Activities: Senior Play; Hi-Y, 3, 4. “I live, I live to wear my clothes and get myself admired.” Doris Berglund “Dot” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Stenographer. Activities: Chorus, 3. “Serene and resolute and still and calm and self-possessed.” Elizabeth Boyers “Betty” Course: College. Future: Dentistry. Activities: Tennis, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 2, 3; Sec¬ retary, 4. “Fashioned so slenderly young and fair.” Eleanor Brennan “Ellie” Course: Secretarial. Future: Office Work. “Some credit in being jolly” Parrlene Brenton “Polly” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Office Work. Activities: Basketball, 2. “A friend is, as it were, a second self.” Marjorie Brown “Margie” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Office Work . Activities: Tennis, 2. “She is a person of artless grace, Gentle in speech and fair of face.” Edith Bryden “Buddy” Course: Combined Commercial. Activities: Tennis, 2, 3; Basketball, 2, 3, 4. “A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance.” SENIOR CLASS Katherine Burpee “Kay” Course: College. Future: College. “Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in a woman.” Mabel Butters “Mab” Course: Secretarial. Future: Stenographer. “Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit ” Phyllis Callan “Fay” Course: Secretarial. Future: Private Secretary. “Is not she passing fair?? Agnes Carney “Agatha” Course: Secretarial. Future: Private Secretary. Activities: Junior Woman’s Club, 2. “Faithfulness is the sun of life.” Helen Carroll “Nellie” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Office Work. “Not much to talk—a great sweet silence.” Catherine Chisholm uqn . 1 WITl Future: Bookkeeper. Gertrude Chisholm “Chis Course: Commercial. Future: News Reporter. Activities: Chorus, 2. “All ivho joy would win Must share it—Happiness was born a twin.” Eleanor Clark “Ellie” Course: Practical Arts. Future: Clerk. “Officious, innocent, sincere, of every friendless name, the friend.” James Connelly Course: Comprehensive. Future: Sports Reporter. “Every one is the son of his own works.” SENIOR CLASS Rita Conti Course: Normal. Future: Teaching. Activities: Chorus, 2. “She was pretty to walk with. Witty to talk with, and Pleasant, too, to think on.” Charlotte Currier Course: Classical. Future: Swarthmore College. Activities: Pioneer, 2, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4. “You write with ease to show your breeding.” Robert Curtis “Red” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Bookkeeper. Activities: Football, 2; Basketball, 2, 3, 4. “A flaming meteor shone for hair.” “Reel” “Char” Roger Davis Course: Scientific. Activities: Class football, 2, 3; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Orches¬ tra, 3, 4; Band, 3, 4; Chorus, 3, 4; Public Speaking, 4; Hi-Y, 3, 4, “His speech flowed from his tongue sweeter than honey .” Fred Day “Vic” Course: Commercial. Activities: Football, 2, 3, 4; Track, 2, 3; Baseball, 2; Chorus, 4. “Men of few words are the best men.” Shirley Day “Shirl” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Nursing. “Silence is more musical than speech.” Carleton Delaney “Count” Course: Accounting. Future: Accountant. Activities: Football, 2, 3. “A moral, sensible well bred man.” John Dobbins “Prof” Course: Normal. Future: Meat Inspector. Activities: Football, 4; Pioneer, 4. “Exhausting thought, and having wisdom With each studious year.” SENIOR CLASS hhhh Alma Doiron “Babe” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Nursing. Activities: Tennis, 3; Basketball, 2, 3, 4. “On things she mused within her thought jul mind.” Marie Done “Re” Course: Normal. Future: School of Therapy. Activities: Hockey, 3; Riding, 3; Public Speaking, 2; Pioneer, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 4. “A merry companion is welcome and acceptable to all” Helen Doner “Honey” Course: Classical. Future: College. Activities: Pioneer, 2, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 3. “A daughter of the gods, divinely tall and most divinely fair.” Richard Downs “Dick” Course: Agricultural. Future: Horticulture. Activities: Public Speaking, 2; Agriculture Public Speak¬ ing, 3, 4; Assistant Manager of Basketball, 2, 3; Manager of Track, 3. “The first farmer was the first man and all historic nobility rests on possession and use of land.” Helen Dyer “Garbo” “Dinkie” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Dancer. Activities: Public Speaking, 2, 3, 4. “The very ground beneath her feet. Is clothed with a diviner air.” Lois Fleming “Loie” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Hairdresser. Activities: Basketball, 2; Chorus, 3. “The fair, the chaste, the unexpressive she.” Virginia Gammons “Sis” Course: Fine Arts. Future: Commercial Artist. “She made light of it.” Alice Gascoigne “Gus” Course: Accounting. Future: Stenographer. Activities: Tennis, 2, 3, 4; Basketball, 2; Chorus, 2; Junior Woman’s Club, 2. “You have a nimble wit. I think it was made of Atalanta’s heel.” SENIOR CLASS Catherine Gordon “Kay” Course: Classical. Future: College. Activities: Public Speaking, 2, 3, 4; Senior Play, 4; Pio¬ neer, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4. “The February born will find Sincerity and peace of mind.” Sumner Greenough “Sub” Course: Fine Arts. Activities: Football, 3; Basketball, 2; Public Speaking, 2. “As a man speaks, so he is.” Ursula Harris “Bette” Course: Combined Commercial. “Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights joy.” George Harrow Course: Civil Service. Activities: Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Baseball, 2. “A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays — and confident tomorrows ” Edgar Haselton Course: College. Future: Medical Course. Activities: Football, 4; Basketball, 3, 4; Hi-Y, 3, 4; Class Honors. “And calm and self-possessed.” John Hill “Hilly” Course: Normal. Future: Transcontinental Tramp. Activities: Hi-Y, 3, 4. “A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men.” Earl Hobart Course: Scientific. Future: Philadelphia College of Osteopathy. Activities: Manager of Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Orchestra, 2, 3; Band, 2, 3; Hi-Y, 3, 4. “There is a friend that sticketh Closer than a brother ” Sydney Hodson “Sid” Course: Normal. Future: Business. “His hair stood upright Like porcupine quills.” m SENIOR CLASS Clifford Holt “ Cliff” Course: Accounting. Future: College. Activities: Golf, 2, 3, 4; Football, 3, 4; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Hi-Y, 3, 4. “He proved a good man on the field.” Richard Hoyt “Gig” Course: Scientific. Future: Civil Engineer. Activities: Baseball, 2, 3. “The world knows nothing of its greatest men.” Frederick Ingalls “Fred” Course: Practical Arts. “A merrier man, I never spent an hours talk withal.” Kenneth Ives “Ken” Course: Scientific. Future: “Earning a living.” Activities: Class President, 3; Football, 2, 3, 4: Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Public Speaking, 2; Hi-Y, 2; Vice President, 3; President, 4. “Great manliness and love of sports.” Lillian Jewell “Peanut” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Big Business Girl. Activities: Tennis 2, 3, 4; Chorus 2. “Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day. But night itself does the rich gem betray.” Elizabeth Jewett “Betty” Course: Comprehensive. Future: Kindergarten Teacher. Activities: Hockey, 4; Basketball, 4; Chorus, 2. “A pleasant companion on a journey is as good as a carriage.” Priscilla Kingman “Scottie” Course: Accounting. Activities: Tennis, 2, 3; Chorus, 2, 3, 4. “Some credit in being jolly.” Marguerite Knight “Peggy” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Beauty Culture. Activities: Chorus, 2, 3, 4. “A good line of chatter is enjoyed by all.” Marguerite Leary “Peg” Course: Normal. Future: Business School. Activities: Hockey, 4; Tennis, 2; Basketball, 3; Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4. “The thing that goes the farthest towards making life worthwhile. That costs the least, and does the most, is just a pleasant smile.” Muriel Lenfest “Moe” Course: Fine Arts. Future: Interior Decorator. Activities: Public Speaking, 2, 4; Senior Play, 4. “Beware of her fair hair, for she excels” Tillie Levine Course: Classical. Future: College. Activities: Pioneer, 4; Junior Woman’s Club. “Nothing is impossible to industry.” Alfred Lindquist “Al” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: University of New Hampshire. Activities: Public Speaking, 4; Football Manager, 2, 3. “ Sharp-cut and clear, . . Not rounded into shadow.” Paul MacDonald “Mac,” “ Mickey” Course: Scientific. Future: M. I. T. Activities: Pioneer, 2, 3, 4. “Perfect in each minutest part, A marvel of the scholar ' s art.” Marian Mackenzie “Mac” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Bookkeeper. “Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.” Esther Madden “Est” Course: Practical Arts. Future: Nursing. Activities: Chorus, 2, 3. “1 never with important air. In conversation overhear.” Ross Madden “ Eno” Course: Accounting. Future: Business. Activities: Football, 4; Basketball, 3. “Speech is silver, silence golden.” SENIOR CLASS Donald Mansell “Don” Course: Comprehensive. “He who speaks the least knows the most” Gordon Mayo Course: Normal. Future: Boston Normal Art. Art is power. Janice McClintock “Jan” Course: Secretarial. Future: Secretary. Activities: Tennis, 3; Chorus, 3. “I’m stabbed, with laughter.” Evelyn Meuse “Mouse” Course: Secretarial. Future: Stenographer. Activities: Tennis, 2, 3, 4; Chorus, 2; Public. Speaking, 2. “Like water reeds the poise. Of her so dainty thin.” Frances Meuse “Franny” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Business. Activities: Tennis, 2, 3, 4; Chorus, 2; Senior Play, 4. “Give me music.” Betty Mitchell “Bet” Course: Fine arts. Future: Commercial Artist. Activities: Pioneer, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 2, 3, 4. “Gaily 1 live as ease and nature taught.” Isabelle Morrison “Issie” Course: Commercial. Future: Burdett College. Activities: Tennis, 3; Basketball, 2, 4. “Happiness seems made to be shared.” Raymond Noone “Ray” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: College. “A man of such a genial mood, He never finds the best too good.” SENIOR CLASS Charles Norton “ Chuck” Course: Scientific. Activities: Public Speaking, 2; Senior Play, 4. “Wisdom is better than rubies.” Herbert Olsen “Herb” Course: Comprehensive. “I never dared to write As funny as I can.” Muriel Olson “ Mimi ” Course: Commercial. Future: Secretary. “She s in earnest” Barbara Parker “Barb” Course: Normal. Future: Katharine Gibbs School. Activities: Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4. “Let gentleness her strong enforcement be.” Dorothy Parker “Dot” Course: Normal. Future: Katharine Gibbs School. Activities: Tennis, 2; Orchestra, 2, 3, 4; Band, 4; Junior Woman’s Club Vice President, 3; President, 4. “Her manners were gentle, complying, bland.” Marian Parker Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Stenographer. Activities: Hockey, 4; Tennis, 4; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Cho¬ rus, 2; Junior Woman’s Club, 2. “Silence is the perfectest herald of joy.” Mollie Parker “Mon” Course: College. Future: Scientific Research. Activities: Vice President, 2; Junior Woman’s Club; Salu- tatorian. “I will value science; none will prize it more.” Mabelle Parkin Course: Classical. Future: Massachusetts College of Pharmacy. Activities: Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4. “1 am heartily pleasant.” SENIOR CLASS Russell Pease “Russ” Course: Normal. Future: Travel. Activities: Chorus, 2, 3; Senior Play; Hi-Y, 2, 3, 4. “Youth comes but once in a lifetime” Ruth Peterson “Pete” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Lawyer. “Thought is deeper than all speech; Feeling deeper than all thought.” Thomas Philbin “T. F.” Course: College. Future: College. Activities: Football, 2; Basketball, 2; Senior Play, 4; Base¬ ball, 3, 4. “Ye gods I ivould an actor be.” Malcolm Plummer “Deac” Course: Scientific. Future: Worcester Polytechnical School. Activities: Fli-Y Secretary, 4. “A man faithful and honorable.” Alice Pratt “Al” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Stenographer. Activities: Tennis, 2, 3; Basketball, 2. “Age cannot wither her, nor custom Stale her infinite variety.” Richard Preston “Dick” Course: College. Future: College. Activities: Football, 1, 2, 3; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Chorus, 4; Baseball, 2, 3, 4. “Let the world slide, let the world go, A fig for care and a fig for woe.” Charles Ralston “Sharlie” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Private Stenographer. Activities: Tennis, 3; Chorus, 3, 4. “Each mind has its own method.” Thelma Ralston Course: College. Future: Junior College. Activities: Tennis, 2, 3, 4; Riding, 3; Junior Woman’s Club, 2, 3, 4. “As merry as the day is long.” SENIOR CLASS Sally Reck Course: Fine Arts. Future: Interior Decorator. Activities: Tennis, 2, 3; Public Speaking, 2; Senior Play, 4. “And her sunny locks hang on Her temple like golden fleece .” Marjorie Reed “Midge” Course: Normal Future: Lasell. Activities: Tennis, 3, 4; Basketball, 3; Riding, 4; Public Speaking, 2; Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4. “Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm .” Edna Roach “ Tootsie” Course: General. Future: Nurse. “Her cheek was gloiving, fresh, and fair.” Mary Robbins “Gena” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: P. G. and Burdett College. Activities: Tennis, 2, 3, 4; Basketball, 2, 3; Chorus, 2, 3, 4; Public Speaking, 2. “Silence sweeter than speech .” John Robinson “Stein” “Cut” Course: Classical. Future: College and Toxicologist. Activities: Tennis, 4; Hi-Y, 2, 3, 4; Faculty Honors, 4. “Talk to him of Jacob ' s ladder and he would ask the number of steps.” Dorothy Sargent “Dot” Course: College . Future: Junior College. Activities: Tennis, 3; Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4. “But oh, she was happy and careless.” Ruth Scholz “Ruthie” Course: Practical Arts. Future: Novelist. Activities: Pioneer, 2, 3, 4; Senior Play. “I would sing to myself the whole of the day.” Chester Schultz “Chet” Course: Comprehensive. “Most men will back their opinions by a wager.” SENIOR CLASS Eleanor Sears “El” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Private Secretary. “Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.” Hazel Steele “Red” Course: Comprehensive. Activities: Riding, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 3, 4. “For she was just the quiet kind.” Louise Stickney “Babe” Course: Normal. Future: Private Secretary. Activities: Class President, 2; Riding, 3; Chorus, 2; Junior Woman’s Club, 4. “A glad blithesomeness belonged to her.” Frances Stratton “Fran” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Trained Nurse. Activities: Basketball, 2, 3; Chorus, 2; Public Speaking, 2. “She’s all that she’s trumped up to be.” Edward Tarpin “Tarbo” Course: College. Future: Work then school. Activities: Orchestra, 2, 3, 4. “Young fellows will be young fellows.” Natalie Waitt “Gnat” Course: Normal. Future: Writing. Activities: Chorus, 2, 3, 4; Pioneer, 3, 4; Junior Woman’s Club, 3. “The pen is the tongue of the mind.” Lionel Warr “Pie” Course: Practical Arts. Activities: Football, 2. “Whose depth has not yet been fathomed.” Margaret Weigman “Peggy” Course: Normal. Future: Burdett College. Activities: Class Vice President, 3; Basketball, 2; Orches¬ tra, 3, 4; Chorus, 2; Junior Woman’s Club, 3. “Thou who hast the fatal gift of beauty.” SENIOR CLASS Alexander Williamson Course: Civil Service Review. Future: Springfield. Activities: Football, 2, 3, 4; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; 3, 4; Public Speaking, 2. “Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.” William Wood Course: Scientific. Future: Executive Engineer. Activities: Hi-Y, 2, 3. “I’ll talk a word with this same learned Theban. What is your study?” Pearl Wormell Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Stenographer. Activities: Tennis, 3, 4; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Chorus, Junior Woman’s Club, 3. “Plain without pomp, rich without a show.” Daniel Barrett “Danny” Course: Combined Commercial. Activities: Baseball, 2, 3. “I profess not talking only this; Let each man do his best.” Alice Boyce “Al” Course: Secretarial. Future: Gown Designer. Activities: Tennis, 2; Chorus, 2; Junior Woman’s Club, 2. “Endurance is the crowning quality. And patience all the passion of great hearts.” Paul Forslind Course: College. Future: Business. Activities: Basketball, 3, 4; Hi-Y, 2, 3, 4. “A mighty man was he.” Emily Fox Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Office. “Good things come in small packages.” Merton Gill ' Course: Agricultural. “He has an individual air.” “Alex” Chorus, “Bill” 2, 3, 4; “Em” Rabbit” SENIOR CLASS Donald Goodwin Course: Practical Arts. “Reading maketh a full man.” Payson Gould Course: Practical Arts. “To those who know thee not no words can paint, And those who know thee, know all words are faint.” Roland Hatch “Roily” Course: Agricultural. “The mask is lorn off while the reality remains.” Burgess Hodges “Burgie” Course: Normal. Future: Truck Driver. “Comb down his hair; look, look, it stands upright!” Henry Holmes “Heniken” r ’ourse: Fine Arts. Future: Commercial Artist. “No one but himself can be his parallel.” .arpinski “Stan” Agricultural. : Farmer. , uen tillage begins, other arts follow; the farmers, therefore, are the founders of human civilization.” Harold Lutz Course: Agricultural. Future: Poultryman. “He is master of himself though China falls.” Ernest Marshall “Ernie” Course: Agricultural. Future: Farmer. “He wears an honest face.” Michael Mentus “Mike” Course: Agricultural. Future: Dairyman. Activities: Vice President of the F. F. A. “It is our actual work which determines our merit.” Thomas Norton “Tom” Course: Agricultural. “He that tilleth his land shall be satisfied with bread.” Harold Smith Course: Combined Commercial. “A tender heart; a will inflexible.” Paul Spellman Course: General. Activities: Football, 4. “He was tall and blonde, The answer to a maidens prayer.” William Spellman “Bill” Course: Civic Preparatory. “Not an unproductive mind, Merely thoughtful quiescence.” Carrie Westcott “Kay” Course: Secretarial. Future: Salesgirl. “Her loveliness I never knew until she smiled.” Lawrence White “Pee Wee” Course: Combined Commercial. Future: Business. Activities: Football, 3, 4; Baseball, 2, 3, 4. “A regular fellow.” Hollis Wilcox “Babe” Course: Normal. Future: University of New Hampshire. Activities: Basketball, 2, 3; Chorus, 2, 3. “I have a heart with room for every joy.” Helen Zanni “Peggy” Course: Practical Arts. Future: Nurse. “We bear each one our own destiny.” Winona Grant “Winnie” Course: Practical Arts. Future: Office Clerk. Activities: Hockey, 4; Tennis, 2, 3; Basketball, 2, 3, 4. “An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow.” Charles Riley Course: Practical Arts. Future: Aviator. “With all good grace to grace a gentleman.” John Sawyer “Jack” Course: College. Future: Work. “Never worry worry, till worry worries you.” Leigh Struss Course: Agricultural. Future: Farmer. “Industry is a loadstone to draw all good things.” Treasurer — Robert Parker Secretary Phyllis Comey SOPHOMORE CLASS SCHOOL ACTIVITIES BOYS’ BASKETBALL Holding closely to the maxim that “To the victor belong the spoils, the Reading High Basketball team did not walk away with many material spoils this last season, but the team played aggressively all through the season upholding the traditional spirit that has been characteristic of many Reading teams whether glorying in victory or bearing up under defeat. We had some very good material this year but lost several close decisions which did not dishearten the players notice¬ ably. The results of this year’s encounters were as follows: Reading Opponents Reading 26 Reading Alumni 27 Reading 25 Stoneham 16 Reading 31 Melrose 10 Reading 7 Winchester 22 Reading 16 Woburn 36 Reading 17 Wakefield 24 Reading 15 Lexington 23 Reading 22 Belmont 25 Reading 17 Stoneham 19 Reading 25 Gloucester 36 Reading 11 Winchester 24 Reading 20 Wakefield 44 Reading 10 Lexington 14 Reading 12 Belmont 15 Captain Bowers is to be congratulated on his ag¬ gressive spirit and unusual degree of co-operation in willingly shifting to nearly every position on the team in an effort to make things run more smoothly. John Bowers, Clifford Holt, Kenneth Ives, Richard Preston, Alex Williamson, Sheldon Schofield, Edward Michalosky, John Ainsworth, Earl Hobart were chosen as lettermen for their outstanding spirit, aggressiveness, and playing ability. These letter men elected Edward Michalosky as captain for the basketball season of 1935. “Mike” should make a popular and successful captain from all forerunners and reports. May he meet with a greater success than his less fortunate teammates of this season. This year’s managers were, for the Seniors, Earl Ho¬ bart, with Parker Kimball, Larry Cate, and Fred Kenny as underclass assistants. Edgar Haselton ’34 BASEBALL At the time of writing, the Reading High School baseball team has suffered four decisive setbacks. In the first game, the fast Concord aggregation touched up our pitchers for a total of 11 hits, which netted 18 runs. Half of these were scored on errors. Belmont walked away with the second game, the final score being Belmont 14, Reading 2. At Winchester, our boys played a good game, hut the fact that the opponent w r as allowed to run wild on the bases placed Reading on the short end of a 7 to 4 result. The Stoneham game was loosely played throughout, both teams making frequent errors. The Stoneham runners seemed to he able to steal at will. The final score was Stoneham 15, Reading 11. The Winchester game showed that the team has pos¬ sibilities. Mr. Downes, we have heard, contemplates making a few changes in the line-up. There is no doubt but that the morale and general efficiency of the team will be materially improved thereby, and we can expect them to win a substantial percentage of the remaining games. This year’s line-up comprises: Capt. “Dan” Barrett, 3b “Peewee” White, ss Sheldon Schofield, If “Bill McCarthy, lb Roily Hatch, cf “Don” Peters, c “Normy” White, 2b Wilbur Nutter, p Ronald DePatie, rf Ross Madden, p Harold Doucette, P. G. GIRLS’ ATHLETICS In the fall of 1933 the gym classes participated in several sports including field hockey, which has not been played for two years. Owing to weather conditions, Wilmington was the only team with whom we played. The score was 3—0 in favor of the visiting team. During the winter three class basketball teams were in action. Carnes were played with Wilmington, Win¬ chester, and Lexington. The Sophomores won two of their games, and the Juniors won two games, and the Seniors won two games. The 1934 tennis tournament opened with last year’s victors, and stiff opposition is expected of the approxi¬ mately 50 girls competing. Letters are awarded to girls who take part in two sports during the year. The pupils scheduled to receive letters were as follows: P. Eisenhaure P. Wormell E. Leach K. Cummings M. Parker B. Sawyer A. Doiron I. Norton W. Grant 0. Bates E. Bryden A. Olson Numerals earned by appearing at all practices and playing in all games, were awarded to the following: B. Jewett D. Holden M. Leary A. Stewart L. Brown E. Mills M. Done Tennis numerals, issued to those appearing in the semi-finals, were awarded to the following: L. Jewell F. Meuse H. Fortune Basketball emblems indicating two years of basket¬ ball were awarded to the following: L. Albee E. Hartshorn J. Lenfest F. Livingston F. Carpenter Basketball numerals indicating one year of basket¬ ball were awarded to the following: BOYS’ BASEBALL Front Row—left to right—N. White, W. McCarthy, V. Kelley, Captain F. Barrett, D. Peters, W. Nutter, and L. White. Second Row—left to right—Coach Downes, L. Campbell, R. Crooker, R. Skane, R. Channonhouse, S. Skolfield, J. Done, and Manager H. Nelson. Third Row—left to right—R. Foye, R. Schaeffer, D. Cotreau, J. Criger, W. Miller, and E. Michalosky. BOYS’ BASKETBALL Front Row—P. Kimball, J. Ainsworth, R. Chanonhouse, E. Michalosky, D. Cotreau, K. Ives, G. Spind- ler, S. Skolfield. Second Row—A. Williamson, R. dePatie, H. Landry, W. McCarthy, D. Peters, R. Skane, G. Sailor. Back Row—R ' . Davis, C. Holt, Mr. Downes, R. Preston, E. Hobart, R. Foye. I. Atkinson H. Littlefield N. Rossman L. Carder H. Esty J. Wilkinson M. Willard I. Whitcomb E. White M. Mason The new Riding Club which formed last fall is ex¬ pected to continue this year. Over 30 members, includ¬ ing girls and boys, benefited by this activity. Alma Doiron ’34 and Marion Parker ’34 HI-Y The Hi-Y has completed another successful year which has included many and varied meetings of inter¬ est to all the members. January 29, 1934 was faculty night, but on account of a severe snow storm the meeting was not very well attended. Mr. Bumpus of Woburn spoke on “Person¬ ality.” At the following meeting Mr. Martin led a very interesting discussion, the subject of which was “What the Hi-Y has to do with the Church.” On March 1, the club was fortunate in having Mr. Karltenborn come to speak to us. He spoke about Hitler and Germany, and gave us a vivid description of his experiences there last summer. The next meeting was Co-ed night, and it proved to be a success. Miss Simon and Miss Nichols acted as chaperons, and Mr. Dennet of Harvard gave an interesting talk on “Peace and Possibilities of War.” The meeting was followed by refreshments. Since January the Hi-Y Club has had two instruction services, and eight new members have joined the club. On March 31, a dance was held in the school hall spon¬ sored by the Hi-Y Club. The club in co-operation with the Junior Woman’s Club of the High School ran a bridge and dance party for the benefit of the school A. A. April 13, seven members of the club journeyed to Somerville to the roundup. In the many events that took place there, in track and swimming, the members gave a good account of themselves, one taking almost all prizes in the swimming contests. Malcolm Plummer, Secretary JUNIOR WOMAN’S CLUB 1933—1934 The Reading Junior Woman’s Club has just com¬ pleted an unusually successful season under the able leadership of Miss Dorothy Parker. Our president has had good co-operation from all members of the club, besides the valuable assistance of our adviser, Mrs. Win¬ field Reed. At the first meeting on October 17, 1933 we had a very enjoyable talk given by Mrs. Charles C. Wilson, Vice-Chairman of Junior Membership, State Federation. Several members at the Senior Woman’s Club served tea following the meeting. The first big project which the Junior Club spon¬ sored this year was the annual rummage sale, on No¬ vember 18th, from which we realized a substantial profit. Following this, we held a Harvest Dance at the High School Hall, on November 29. At Christmas we were fortunate in obtaining Mr. Murphy, the Baptist minister, who gave us a very ap¬ propriate talk for that season of the year. It was at this meeting that we arranged for our usual Christmas chari¬ ty work. This year we accomplished a great deal. Be¬ sides giving a family their entire Christmas, we sent cards to the members of the Home for Aged Women, sold Christmas seals, and aided at the Christmas party given for small children of the town. On January 10, 1934 we sponsored a bridge party at the home of Miss Janet Boyle. On Wednesday, April 4th, we had a tea for the mothers of the club members. Previous to the tea, there was a general assembly for girls, in order that everyone might hear Mrs. Margaret B. Owen deliver her stirring talk, entitled “If I Had Three Wishes.” Follow¬ ing this, Mrs. Charles C. Wilson and Mrs. Christie Fowle each gave short talks to the members. Friday, April 13th, all Junior members w r ere in¬ vited to an entertainment entitled “Madame Has Lost Her Cat,” at the Senior Woman’s Club. At this meet¬ ing our president briefly summarized the vear’s work. Just after this entertainment we held a short business meeting, when the list of officers for the ensuing term was read and approved. This list consisted of: Jean Phippen—President Helen Gillis—Vice-President Janet Boyle—Secretary Eleanor French—Treasurer it was also decided that the balance of the money m the treasury will be given to those children who need optical care. The annual conference of the Junior Woman’s Clubs of the State was held this year at Braintree. Several of our members attended, and our president gave a sum¬ mary of activities during the past year. On May 14th, many of the girls with much enthusiasm, attended the annual meeting of the State Federation of Women’s Clubs at Swampscott. Thus ended an exceptionally interesting year of Ju¬ nior Woman’s Club activities. Betty Boyers, Secretary ’34 THE BAND AND ORCHESTRA The Reading High School Band is larger and better than ever this year. In the fall it played for all the football games and during the past year for the numer¬ ous assemblies which we have had. On April 27, the band went to the Seamen’s Home in Boston, where the members gave a concert. They also attended the State Musical Festival at Melrose, on May 12, where they competed against other bands in the state, and ob¬ tained a rating of excellent on their own music. On May 18, they gave a concert at the Reading Theatre. During the week of May 20, they went to the North GIRLS’ BASKETBALL i S i W (f I A A ' f A 1 f ft S®i5., Front Row—left to right—H. Esty, I. Atkinson, R. Albee, N. R ' ossman, P. Kingman, M. Willett, P. Comey, V. Clancy, I. Wilkinson, B. Sawyer, M. Mason, R. Olsen, M. Whitcomb, E, McNeil, E. Hartshorn. Second Row -left to right—V. Livingstone, H. Littlefield, H. Fortune, F. Carpenter, A. Doran, O. Bates, C. Cummings, J. Lenfest, L. Albee, P. Gill, L. Carder, A. O’Dowd, E. Bryden, W. Grant, D. Holden, Miss Nichols. GIRLS’ TENNIS First row from bottom. Left to right—J. Wilkinson, M. Doucette, D. Marchetti, L. Jewell, W. Grant, A. Olson, B. Sawyer. Second Row—F. Shay, T. Werner, C. Taylor, M. Landry, Miss Nichols (coach), E. Meuse, N. Carpen¬ ter, R ' . Albee, R. Whicker. Third Row—E. Peters, E. Hartshorn, W. Keating, F. Jewett, P. Comey, P. Bryden, A. Gascoigne, P. Kingman, F. Meuse, C. Nelson, P. Eisenhaure, E. Leach. Fourth Row—H. Fortune, I. Morrison, O. Ambrose, D. Plummer, A. Doiron, A. Stewart, V. Livingstone, H. Littlefield, L. Albee, V. Pomeroy, O. Bates, H. Esty, E. Olsen. Fifth Row—M. Reed, A. Pratt, B. Boyers, F. Carpenter, J. Temple, B. Gammons, J. Jackson, A. O’Dowd, K. Cummings, P. Wormell, P. Gill. Reading State Sanatorium and gave a concert, the an¬ nual Spring Concert at Shepardson Hall following on May 29. They also furnished music for the Class Day exercises. The drum-major of the band is Jean Phip- pen, and the concert-master is Eldsen Richardson. There are thirty-five members in the band. The orchestra has also played at numerous assem¬ blies. Its first public performance for the year was made at the Senior Play. Seven of the members of the orchestra also played in the Reading Civic Orchestra this last year. There are twenty-three members in the or¬ chestra, and the concert-master is Margaret Weigman. THE CHORUS The Chorus group was an elective, and met three mornings a week for one half hour. It has done ex¬ cellent four part work, the members learning many of the best sacred and secular choruses to be found in all choral literature. It gave one programme for the school at which a double octet, composed of Mildred Wheeler, Virginia Pomeroy, Virginia Erickson, sopranos; Alice Moody, Doris Phillips, Clara McLeod, Irene Norton, altos; John MacDonald, Edward MacMann, Robert Hop¬ kins, Bernard Nichols, tenors; and Earl Vance, James Russell, basses, offered two selections, and the chorus offered two selections. Alter February all the seniors came into chorus once a week. There are seventy mem¬ bers in the chorus. Irene Norton ’36 THE READING HIGH SCHOOL DEBATING CLUB One of the most successful organizations of the year was the debating club. This consisted of Maxwell Hol¬ land, president; Walter Black, vice president; Gardner Knapp, secretary; and the following members: Parke Masters, Harley Nelson, Francis Hayward, Stanley Boy¬ ers, Carl Copeland, Joseph Chisholm, John Mathieson, John Maguire, Richard Schaeffer, Dewey Smith, Warren Soulhwick, Warren Miller, Merton Richardson, Earle Vance, Norman Gilvey, George Dunn and James Russell. After a few practice debates, the club made its first public appearance by giving a debate in assembly. I his was followed by a debate with Swampscott in which Reading was represented by Holland, Knapp, and Miller. Reading was given the unanimous decision of the judges. The next inter-scholastic debate was with Melrose. Reading was represented by Vance, Miller, and Hol¬ land. Again Reading came away with flying colors. The season was brought to a successful close by an interstate debate with Bangor, Maine. The Reading team consisted of Knapp, Holland, and Miller. Our victory in this debate left the team undefeated for the season. This victory was especially significant in that the Bangor team subsequently won second place in the New England Debate Tournament. Lack of experience and confidence prevented our entering this tournament. Another year ' s practice should give Reading a team able to enter the National Forensic League debate and make a showing in the stiffest of competition. The members of the debating club wish to express their thanks and appreciation for the time and help given by Mrs. Jenkins, our coach and organizer. We feel that our success was largely due to her. Gardner Knapp ’35 NEWS Lo! Behold the News of 1934! This last half of the school year has proved most interesting and beneficial in respect to school assem¬ blies. We have been afforded the opportunity of hear¬ ing many well known people. In January, Cameron Beck of the Personal Depart¬ ment of the New York Stock Exchange gave a very en¬ lightening talk, emphasizing that the work we do today is a preparation for our work of tomorrow. Joe Toey of the Herald-Traveler spoke to us about choosing our careers wisely. The Lincoln-Washington Day Exercises were held in February with Mr. Dixon, our history teacher, as speak¬ er. On March 2, we witnessed the first of the debates of our school team. The topic for discussion was “Re¬ solved: The recognition of Russia was a mistake.” This debate was made up of speakers of the debating club, and the affirmative won. On the twenty-seventh. Dean Smith of Bordentown University spoke on “Split Sec¬ onds and a Lucky Break.” During this same month we were also entertained by Walter Smith, Jr., and a group of musicians, a violinist, pianist, cornetist, and singer. Mr. Smith is the son of Walter Smith, the famous cor¬ netist. April brought forth two more debates with Swamp¬ scott and Melrose. Reading, under Mrs. Jenkin’s fine tutelage, was the victor in both cases. The Seniors of the Massachusetts School of Art pre¬ sented a very interesting assembly with charcoal sket¬ ches, landscape drawings, and clay modeling. As the last of April rolled around, our attention was turned to the Public Speaking Contests. The Seniors started the affair with Catherine Gordon as winner and honor¬ able mention to Roger Davis and Muriel Lenfest. Ce- cile Berle took off the Sophomore honors with honorable mention to Lawrence Cate and Nancy Rossman, and Jean Phippen the Junior honors with honorable mention to Ruth Albee and Lois Albee. These programs are one of the most interesting features of the school year. One of several athletic assemblies was held May 4, at which time letters and insignia of merit were award¬ ed. Catherine Gordon ’34 BAND C£ HICK O SCHOOL Fifth Row—R’. Nichols E. Hobart, R. Grey, A Paul, R. F ' louff, Roger Davis, Manager. Fourth Row—A. Chandler, E. Me Mann, W. Ingalls, P. Masters, J. Cullinane, J. Matheson, D. Mitchell, B. Bailey. Third Bow—W. Morrison, R. Hopkins, D. Parker, R. Taylor. Second Row- D. Phillips, Librarian, I. Bren ton, O. Poland, E. Richardson, F. Colley, E. Carroll, J. Dou¬ cette, E. Radulski. First Row—A. Moody, P. Mathieson, J. Mac Donald, W. Dewsnap, R. Thorn, I. Norton, J. Phippen, (Drum Major), J. Temple, J. Widell, F. Wilkins, C. Nelson, H. Brigham, E. Leavitt. SENIOR PLAY CAST Left to right—Muriel Lenfest, Ruth Scholz, Catherine Gordon, Frances Meuse, Charles Norton, Russell Pease, Thomas Philbin, Sally Reck. RIDING CLUB Left to right—R. Nichols, R. Parker, Mr. Sussmann, Mr. Deardon, B. Hartshorn, Mr. Althoff, W. S- m- ers, J. Done. RIDING CLUB Left to right—J. Boyle, F. Carpenter, V. Livingstone, L. Brown, A. Stewart, N. Rossman, N. Boyle, H. Littlefield, M. Done, H. Sargent, M. Doucette. R. H. S. CLASS OF ’34 PRESENT “THE YOUNGEST” This is the very dramatic story Of a youngest son, who seeks for glory. By all the family he’s overruled, But in the end, he has them fooled. In this role, Tom is really perfection: Our coach, Mr. Hines, made this selection. Now Richard, that’s the youngest’s name. Has aspirations for author’s fame, But his brothers, Oliver and Mark, Seek to keep it in the dark, For they believe Dick should make pins by day, And that writing stories is merely child’s play. Oliver is played by Norton, with ease, And Mark is handled well by Pease. Katherine plays the mother role, A nervous, but good-hearted soul. While Sally plays the sister, Muff, Cute, and just a wee bit rough. The sister, Augusta, with temper unruly, Is played by, well, by just yours truly, And Alan, her husband, an attorney-at-law Is played by Austin, without a flaw. Katie, the maid, is Frannie Meuse, Who also helps out with the cues, And the lovely heroine, Nancy Blake Is created by Muriel, no mistake. She sees the unhappy Richard’s plight, And by her wiles, she sets it right. Richard states his rights with fervor; He’s done with being bossed forever. At the end he states his love for Nancy, An ending to suit the spectator’s fancy. Ruth Scholz, ’34 Si GRADUATION ACTIVITIES 03 THE STUDENT WHO WILL NOT GRADUATE Pleasant is the duty that brings me before you. It is my privilege to welcome our parents, teachers, and friends to the graduation exercises of the class of 1934. The moral and financial support our parents and tax¬ payers have given us leaves us in debt. To be sure it is a pleasant debt which carries with it sweet remem¬ brances of parental sacrifice, for our education, of which we are all proud, has been made possible largely through the efforts of our parents. Twelve wonderful and fruitful years have been ours, and now as we are about to receive our certificates of completion and let¬ ters of introduction to the world, we wish to make this final gesture of appreciation. In the name of the class of 1934 I salute you, our benefactors. Graduation imposes upon us the necessity of accept¬ ing responsibility. Further study, further thought, fur¬ ther preparation are essential, if we wish to grow up to be responsible adults and really graduate into a ma¬ ture and rich life of service. Proper action along these lines is perhaps more essential for those of us who do not go to college. We must learn to adapt ourselves quickly in order to survive life’s struggles. To do this we need an elementary understanding of economic principles, buttressed by a knowledge of contemporary history and English and lightened by an acquaintance with literature and arts. At this complicated and criti¬ cal time, America needs men and women who have the perspective which comes from a study of history and of political and economic theories. It needs men and women who will graduate into the responsibilities of po¬ litical and social management, men and women who will grow up and mature so that they can expose the weak¬ nesses of unsound alternatives, and who will, in truth, graduate out of the infantile class. For these reasons, some of us will go on to higher education. Many of us will have to spend a certain number of hours a day earning a living. The time not spent in vocational pur¬ suits, and necessary tasks, we call our spare time. Mollie Parker, Salutatory THE WILL TO SERVE The history of human progress is the history of man’s efforts to serve his fellow men. Back of every new invent ion, of every new discovery, and of all new knowledge, there has been evidence of an indomitable will to serve, but in this highly systematized business world of ours today, there is danger of our becoming more or less indifferent to tbe wants and needs of others, and many people seem unwilling to sacrifice very much in line of pleasure in order to give themselves to any great extent to a life of service. This desire to serve, however, is essential to man’s highest achievement. We find it everywhere in the lives of great men of the past, but in none to a greater degree than in Louis Pasteur, the eminent scientist. After Pasteur’s outstanding success in finding a vac¬ cine for anthrax, he turned his attention to that phase of science in which he was most interested, the study of micro-organisms which, he felt, were the causes of diseases affecting human beings. Even during the period of anxiety over his sheep experiments, he was working with mad dogs, hoping to find a cure for that terrible disease, hydrophobia. Through his researches he found that hydrophobia attacks the nervous system. His de¬ sire, as in anthrax, was to find a protective vaccine. With this in mind, the spinal cord of a rabbit which had had hydrophobia was removed and dried. After fourteen days an emulsion of this dried cord was in¬ jected into a dog and was found to have lost its power to produce hydrophobia. The injection of a cord dried thirteen days was then made, followed by an injection from a cord twelve days old, and so on until the injec¬ tion from a cord of a rabbit that had died on the same day was reached. It was found that all animals that had received injections of this series of dried cords were immune to hydrophobia. Also, dogs that had already been bitten by mad dogs failed to develop rabies if they were given the series of injections shortly after they had been bitten. Jean Temple, Valedictory QUO VADIS Let us summon President Roosevelt himself to the stand (in this Court of History of the N. R. A.) “Evolution is preventative of revolution.” The N. R. A. represents an evolutionary process, which, if continued, will indefinitely forestall revolu¬ tion. It is subject to change, modification, and amend¬ ment. It is not fixed or stationary. “You,” says Mr. President, “are still the directing force in the government.” In conclusion, to sum up the case before the Court of History, this problem is one which can be solved only by an economic formula obtainable only through ex¬ perience. If the problem were of a political nature, it would no doubt be easily solved. Up to the present, all of our problems have been of this kind. Now we are facing a different sort, one in economics. As capable as we may be after this, the completion of our high school course of study, we cannot accurately judge whether the country is taking a correct step or not. We should, however, watch carefully what is taking place and study with a sympathetic yet critical eye the poli¬ cies of our president. No doubt, the mob enthusiasm for his plan will eventually subside. History furnishes similar examples, for the temperament of the crowd is fickle. The answer to this age old problem of distribu¬ tion of wealth and the avoidance and cure of economic disasters lies in the realm of research and education. Many centuries ago, before man had heard of the business cycle, or knew the meaning of “inflation ' ' and “deflation,” a wise man said, “Wisdom is the principal thing: therefore get wisdom; and with all thy getting, get understanding. Whether or not this N. R. A. is justified we cannot tell. But we can follow the instruc¬ tion of this ancient seer of two thousand years ago and seek to discover the “quo vadis” of the New Deal. John Robinson, Faculty Honors OPPORTUNITY We are all familiar with the hackneyed maxim that opportunity knocks but once and being unheeded never knocks again. I do not believe that this is true or justi¬ fied. In fact, I do not believe that a man could even hear it knock once, if his ears were not attuned to recog¬ nize the sound. It is my firm belief that man makes the opportunity; opportunity does not make the man. If that is true, it is quite possible for one to encounter many opportunities through his own concentrated ef¬ forts. It is generally conceded today that the depres¬ sion has rendered it impossible for most high school graduates to succeed or even to obtain profitable em¬ ployment due to the over crowded conditions in the various fields of business. In defense of my belief that man makes the opportunity and to disprove the idea that there is no future for a present day high school graduate, may I quote Emerson: “If a man can make a better mousetrap than his neighbor, even though he live in the heart of the wood, the world will make a beaten path to his door.” In short, I maintain that the young men and women of today should take heed to the following suggestions: First, they must have courage, perseverance, self-denial, hope, and aggressiveness. Undoubtedly the most es¬ sential of these characteristics is self-denial, without which no high degree of success can be attained. Al¬ though it may seem unnecessary at the time, all actions and plans must be subordinated to the goal in mind. Many of us come unknowingly close to attaining some sort of success in our lives only to be balked and de¬ feated by the lack of ability to enforce self-denial. The present day youth must also keep themselves clean in mind and body, taking stock of their qualifications, abilities and assets, and if possible, aiming towards some definite goal. Edgar Haselton, Class Honors ’34 CLASS HISTORIES SOPHOMORE HISTORY A class in Sophomore History is now in session. The bell has just rung, and Mr. Dixon’s voice is faintly heard above the din of the class room. “Quiet, please.” A short pause while attendance is checked. “Is Channonhouse really absent today, or is he just on another escapade?” asks Mr. Dixon. After an elapse of a couple minutes, the door flings open and in blusters the accused. He simply had to have a drink of water! History class begins: “And now, dear ones, today’s lesson brings us to the important study of the history of the Sophomore Class of 1931—32. As you undoubtedly realize, from your study of the text, this was an era never to be forgotten and one in which lies great interest for us, their posteri¬ ty. Today we will have oral recitation on that section, which you have already prepared, called ‘The Sopho¬ more Class of 1931—32.’ Miss Eisenhaure, could you tell us of the politics of the time, giving in some detail just how elections took place?” “Elections of this era took place in the latter part of September. The author of the text says they were held in the early morning, because at this time thinking powers were at their height, and gossip concerning those up for elections had not so much time to spread its propaganda. Election day was a very serious event in the lives of Sophomores. It took place in a room con¬ taining two long wooden tables, where at the ends of each stood some trusting soul with eagle eye intent upon running the affair in a most business-like manner. Bal¬ lots were given out with the various names handsomely printed on each. After voting, the voter cast his ballot and was checked out.” “Very good. Now Kimball, can you tell us who won in the election Miss Eisenhaure just explained?” “Yes, Sir. Babe Stickney was elected president, Mon Parker was vice president, Jean Temple was secre¬ tary, and my brother Harvey Kimball was treasurer.” “Yes, now, Masters, you tell us of the Sophomore social life.” “Well, for one thing they ran a dance: the Sopho¬ more Hop. It was quite a dance, too. For weeks be¬ forehand they were preparing. Their faculty adviser Miss Bradley helped them to plan this event, and did a great deal of worrying about the financial end of it. It seem¬ ed to be rather an expensive affair, especially for the orchestra. But I know where they could have hired one peach of a one for little money! The book said that these particular Sophomores had a very clever young lady, named Betty Mitchell, whose duty it was to do all necessary art work for the class. The Sopho¬ more Hop was held in a gymnasium, but by the time this marvel, Betty, finished decorating, it looked like a palace. The Hop was a big success and everyone had a grand evening. “Then for another social event they had a public speaking contest in which the Sophomore s appeared very talented. In fact, the three prize winners for that year were Charles Norton, first prize; Marie Done, sec¬ ond; and Richard Downs, third.” “Can anyone tell me,” asks Mr. Dixon, “what these brilliant Sophomores did in the participation of sports?” Oh, yes, ' ' Michalosky yells, “they had some nifty little basketball players. You know r , Bunt Colley and Ken Ives are still talked of in the sports world for their outstanding work in basketball. There was also an Alex Williamson who was pretty good in football, too.” “That’s right,” adds Mr. Dixon; “now, Miss Bowers, what can you say, from your reading of this chapter, impressed you most in the school system of the Sopho¬ mores of 1931 and 1932?” “The thing that stands out most vividly in my mind, was the method of sending a Christmas and Thanksgiv¬ ing card home to the parents of certain favored pupils. These cards were white with a very appropriate inscrip¬ tion on them saying something to the effect that Willie must study ‘just a little bit harder!’ ” “Perhaps that wouldn’t be a bad idea in this class,” Mr. Dixon remonstrates. “Today, however, your reci¬ tations were excellent, and tomorrow perhaps, I shall give you a little quiz on the material covering the chap¬ ter just discussed. Excused.” Betty Boyers JUNIOR HISTORY During our Junior year, we were quite the busiest bodies you have ever seen. How could we fail to be, for our executive positions were held by true leaders. Kenneth Ives sat in the seat of honor, and as presi¬ dent of our class, conducted all our activities. Margaret Weigman was vice-president and stood ready at but a few minutes notice to carry out Ken’s position. We are indeed thankful to Catherine Gordon for keeping such accurate reports of all our class meetings and social activities. Much of our class success depended upon Harvey Kimball who handles all of our money. Harvey was a favorite among his class mates, but at the end of the year since all the books balanced correctly we may judge that Harvey was naturally a favorite and being a class treasurer had nothing to do with it. Last, but by no means least on our executive list is our adviser, Mr. Luke Halpin . I am sure we all realize that we owe more indebtedness to him than we shall ever be able to express, either in deeds or in words. Those who have worked with him on committees pro¬ moting the social activities of our class will remember how patiently and endlessly he worked in behalf of our interests. So, too, in class meetings, we often received threats, from him, but now we know why all this was so. Mr. Halpin was also very busy as a mathematics teacher, and I suspect we shall never know the trials he endured in trying to guide us correctly. Our sincere gratitude to you, Mr. Halpin! Under such honorable leadership, we stepped right into class spirit. A short time after school had begun, we passed from one period to another proudly displaying a glittering object on our ring finger. Class rings! How proud we were of them! Scarcely had the novelty of the rings begun to wear off than we held our annual promenade in the Junior High School Gym on Friday, December 23, 1932. The Prom was in the hands of a committee of nine with Alex Williamson as their chairman. Although the dance was unusually successful socially, sad to relate, by vir¬ tue of the bank being closed, the dance was not finan¬ cially successful. But having the backbone that we have, we weathered the bad storm nicely. School days would have gone by peacefully for a while had it not been for two little matters! Orange cards, and white cards (to be taken to parents) were issued at regular intervals to the students. During the time, we were also indulging in extra¬ curricular activities: Hi-Y Club, Junior Woman’s Club, Football, Basketball, Baseball, and the inter class public speaking contest. Our class was well represented in the last event; Sylvia Zalkan came in for first place; Catherine Gordon, second; Norma Alexander, third. We had two other keen participants, Catherine Chis¬ holm and Helen Dyer. After the third quarter report had been issued, we momentarily stopped worrying and prepared to enjoy graduation week with the seniors. On Sunday, June 11, 1933, certain junior girls had the honor of ushering at the Baccalaureate Service for the seniors at Shepardson Hall. Monday, at a school assembly, we celebrated Ivy Day, with the building to listen to the speeches delivered by various members of the Senior Class. Our class was also represented on this day in a speech by George Col¬ ley replying to the Spade Presentation Speech. Tuesday evening, some of us Juniors were again ac¬ corded unusual privileges. Junior girls were invited to serve at the Senior Banquet. We can never express the thrill we had, to be allowed to enter the sacred sanctuary of the banquet hall, to be allowed to listen to the speech¬ es, and to watch the procedure of events which formerly had been witnessed only by the members of the gradu¬ ating class and of the faculty, and guests of the class. Thursday evening of the same week, the Junior- Senior Reception was held. No one can ever imagine the pains we took to make the gymnasium of the Junior High School look presentable to the mighty seniors. Much credit is due to Mr. Halpin, to Russell Pease, the chairman of the reception, and to the other members of the reception, and to the other members of the com¬ mittee who worked like Trojans for the success of the reception. After this exciting week, we resumed our studies, studying especially hard for final examinations. But after a few weeks of great anxiety, we found that more of us than we had expected had landed at the top of the pile with a large honor roll. I am sure that no one can deny that our Junior year was most successful and happy. And in passing, in behalf of the members of my class, may I extend my fullest appreciation to Mr. Sus- smann, who made possible the wonderful time, socially, morally, and intellectually we had during our Junior year of 1932-1933. Mabelle Parkin SENIOR HISTORY As it was growing dark, a few members of our Senior Class, who had assembled for a weenie roast, gathered around the fire in a pleasant grove to review ' the important events of our senior year. Ken began by enthusiastically telling us about the football season, which he declared was one of the most successful the high school had known for many years. The scores at the close of the season were games won four, lost four. But then why shouldn t he be cheering; wasn ' t he the captain of the robust eleven? Then Alex started his oration on basketball. He was most dejected for the season had been an unlucky one. Next Sally rapturously gushed about the Senior Play ‘‘The Youngest” by Philip Barrie. Wasn’t Tom Phiibin too divine as the mistreated brother? And Muriel Lenfest as the damsel who made him a man and then regretted it. Then too, we mustn ' t forget the rest of the cast, Russell Pease, John Austin, Sally Reck, Ruth Scholz, Charles Norton and Francis Meuse, who acted as though born to the stage. “And wasn’t one of our best days that of the Senior Carnival?” eagerly queried Dot. What fun we bad riding up to the Nashua Country Club in rumbling buses, and then upon arriving scam¬ pering off in different directions. We all returned for dinner though, where we acted like sophomores until we were called to attention by Mr. Sussmann, who told some bedtime stories. How happy we were to elect Betty Mitchell, and Alex Williamson, King and Queen of the Carnival. Poor John, so anxious to tell about the assemblies, made us sit at attention and listen carefully. Thus he started nicely, “If you will think back a while, I’m sure you will recall many enjoyable assemblies—not dry ones as we sometimes dread they will be, but real interesting ones. Among the best was the musical one in which Walter Smith participated. How we longed on that day that two-thirty would never come. Then there was the one which the Boston Art students pre¬ sented to us. What some people can do with a piece of charcoal or a lump of clay! Of course Catherine simply had to interrupt to talk about the public speaking contest, since she was the lucky winner of our class. There were five contestants, but Catherine walked away with the honors. Roger Davis was awarded second place, and Muriel Lenfest third. Our president, George Colley, wished to mention our class meetings, and so we let him rave. Thev were few to be sure, but those we had in the as¬ sembly hall, he presided over majestically. “Don’t forget the senior pictures,” reminded Rita. Someone murmured “Thrills and Heart-throbs,” but with a squelching look she resumed her part. “We elected the White Studio from Fifth Avenue as our class photo¬ grapher and almost immediately the girls began to rush in to have their pictures taken. The proofs kept arriv¬ ing and being brought to school. This proved a con¬ stant annoyance to the teachers. Jean added her bit about the honor group. Jean Temple was selected as Valedictorian and Molly Parker as Salutatorian, John Robinson was awarded Faculty Honors, and Edgar Haselton Class Honors. We must also give a vote of thanks to Miss Brown our class adviser, and Mr. Sussmann for the help they have given us during our high school years. Marie Done SELECTION FROM THE CLASS PR OPHECY With apologies to the class as a whole, I herewith submit a rather anemic conception of what a class pro¬ phecy should be like. Among other things, I am willing to concede that the material is in the nature of pessimis¬ tic prognostication; that is, all of us will not occupy places of world-wide renown and glory. A newspaper is a very excellent medium through which to impart items of interest so we shall see our future attainments through the eyes of Donald Goodwin, roving reporter for the Associated Press. Mr. Good¬ win’s acknowledged perspicacity should prove invalu¬ able in the identification of his former classmates. Now r imagine yourself in the editorial rooms of that highly respected newspaper “The Reading Chronomical,” What meets your eye first is Editor James Connelly oc¬ cupying the city desk. Suddenly, from nowhere, came Ruth Scholz, society columnist, totally exasperated by the new r s that Charlotte Currier, Marjorie Reed, Jean Temple, Margaret Weigmann, and Hollis Wilcox had successfully made their debut in New York’s 400. After the excitement passes, you observe Sidney Hodson artfully manipulating a brush so as to obtain a kaleidoscopic effect on the wall. Among his able as¬ sistants are Payson Gould, Merton Gill, Charles Ralston, and Harold Smith. Hodson had as a business slogan, “We paint anything from doll houses to skyscrapers.” Mr. Goodwin, our roving reporter, was assigned to investigate a scandal in the Riley and Curtis Laundry where John Hill and Fred Day seem to be in hot water as usual. On his way to the scene, the dilapidated press car broke down. On the instant came Earl Hobart with a mechanic Lionel Warr and towed the car away. Donald then took a bus driven by Chester Schultz, and in this vehicle were Catherine and Gertrude Chisholm, Mabel Butters, Mary Robbins, Alma Doiron, Parrlene Brenton, Emily Fox, and Dorothy Fraughton all going to work in the exclusive uptown stores. Just as the bus crossed a large bridge, the supports gave way and the vehicle descended far down into the watery depths. Fortunately, a coast guard patrol boat captained by Paul Forslind saw the incident, and his heroic crew ? composed of Paul Spellman and Donald Mansell saved all passengers. Mr. Goodwin was then dispatched to the hospital in an ambulance driven by Thomas Phiibin and attended by Dr. Charles Norton. While the vehicle was stop¬ ped at a red light, Donald looked out and saw Gordon Mayo, commercial artist, painting an amusing sign over the Tarpin Meat Co., whose motto was “No matter how you slice it, it ' s still bologna. The unfortunate reporter resolved to stay in the hospital for a long period upon observing such attrac¬ tive nurses as Betty Harris, Rita Conti, Betty Jewett, Phyllis Callan, Frances Meuse and Eleanor Brennan. An internal operation was performed on our friend by surgeon Edgar Haselton assisted by head nurse, Lillian Brown. Next day in his ward Donald observed a beautiful sketch drawn by Henry Holmes and another by Betty Mitchell. The morning paper came in, and the head¬ lines stated that four social workers, Helen Doner, Til- lie Levine, Catherine Gordon and Natalie Waitt were mistreated when they attempted their humane doctrine among the ignorant residents of the Bowery. Another article stated the engineering firm of Robinson, Olsen, McDonald, and Plummer had been awarded a contract to reconstruct the fallen bridge. Mr. Halpin’s proteges should do a splendid piece of work. The ward had a radio over which Bill Spellman was broadcasting a baseball game between the Yankees and the Boston Red Sox. Hatch was batting for the Yanks with Ross Madden pitching for the Sox. With a swat characteristic of high school days, Roily sent the old pill far out of the ball park. Three outfielders, Barrett, White, and Preston, all ran into the bleachers. No one could find it, but each fielder pulled the old trick of extracting a hidden ball from his pocket with the re¬ sult that three baseballs reached homeplate at the same time. The catcher caught one of them, and Roily was declared out. Hatch didn’t say anything then, but later declared that Hitler must have been the umpire. Later there came over the air a Shakesperian play in which Mabelle Parkin, Marguerite Leary, and Doris Berglund had major parts. Roger Davis and William Wood played the male roles in a highly dramatic sketch which followed. After a program by the singing quintette composed of Dorothy Arthur, Alice Gascoigne, Virginia Gam¬ mons, Lillian Jewell, and Evelyn Meuse, George Colly, president of the Amalgamated Horseradish Co.— George always had reddish hair—spoke, enumerating benefits derived through the use of his product. When Mr. Goodwin got well, two insurance agents, Sumner Greenough and A1 Lindquist came to make the necessary financial adjustment. Donald paid his hospital bill to Richard Hoyt, the treasurer, who in turn gave it to Marion Parker, a clerk, who sent it to the Bank via the Hodges Express Co. where it was received by Esther Madden who gave it to Marjorie Brown who asked Ruth Peterson to put it in the vault which was in charge of Agnes Carney, re¬ sponsible to Sally Reek who, after Isabel Morrison, Marion Mackenzie, Thelma Ralston and Alice Pratt, would be eligible for promotion provided Eleanor Clark gave her approval. Being particularly pleased with the meals served at the hospital, Donald inquired about them and found that the hospital dietitians, Eleanor Sears, Helen Car¬ rol, and Shirley Day were responsible for the very palatable dishes. They explained that Michael Mentus brought the vegetables from the Marshall Bros, farm and meats from the Downs and Norton cattle range. Through the culinary skill of Pearl Wormell. Frances Stratton, Priscilla Kingman, Lillian Drew, and Helen Zanni these products were made into very pleasing dishes. Our friend Goodwin then went downtown where he saw r Dorothy Sargent, Catherine Burpee, Hazel Steele, Helen Dyer, and Carrie Westcott in an all star picture entitled “Popeyes Mistake.’ Edna Roach was the ticket collector and was responsible to some degree for the theater’s large attendance. While downtown, also, he interviewed Marie Done, now writing under the name of Dorothy Dix. Her pri¬ vate secretary Janice McClintock took notes. George Harrow, alias Walter Winchell, tipped our reporter that something funny was going on a short dis¬ tance away. Goodwin hastened to the Little Church around the Corner where Alex Williamson, football coach, and Ray Noone, orchestra leader, were partici¬ pants in a double-ring ceremony. The sacred atmos¬ phere of the ceremony was rudely disturbed when de¬ tective Fred Ingalls charged the grooms with bigamy and took them to court where Judge Ives informed them that Mexican divorces were not valid in this stat° On a book review assignment Mr. Good. ” went into a book store operated by Dorothy and Barbara Parker. Prominently displayed there w r as a book en¬ titled “Feminine Psychology, by John Austin and Russell Pease (more or less an autobiography). A saleslady, Genevieve Faulkner, brought out a fashion book written by Mollie Parker with the practi¬ cal suggestions made by Lois Fleming. “Our Monetary Situation” by Clifford Holt and Carleton Delaney the famous C. P. A’s, was a big seller. The book greatest in demand however was “Why Be a Bolshevik by Fred Day who had resigned from the laundry business and was now running for Senator on the Communist ticket. John Dobbins CLASS WILL We, the Reading Senior Class of 1934, being in full and complete possession of our mental faculti es, solid of head, and firm of spirit, do hereby make and declare valid the following testament, to be solemly respected and obeyed in accordance with the exact terms inscribed herein. Be it understood that we, after due deliberation and thoughtful consideration, officially bequeath the follow¬ ing: Article I To the faculty: Since all our pencil marks, initials, artists ' carvings, dirty fingerprints, and other little mementos have been so thoughtlessly effaced by the C. W. A. workers, we shall have to leave imaginary imprints on the minds of our beloved faculty. We also have a few individual be¬ quests to some members of the faculty as follows: To Miss Brown, our class adviser, our sincere thanks for her untiring efforts throughout the year to make a success of our Senior Activities. To Mr. Sussmann, this Bulova watch to serve as a reminder that assemblies must not continue beyond 2:30 p. m. To Mr. Dixon, head of our history department, we leave this dainty, pink satin cushion. He is requested to keep this on the northeast corner of his desk in Room 3 to protect his forceful, oratorical fist. To Miss Ernst, whose vocation is teaching German and whose avocation is horseback riding, we present this horse for memories of Terry during the vacation. To Mr. Pope, the man on The Third Floor Back, we would give one patriotic-colored fishing bobber, but, since such are prohibited in Massachusetts, we shall in¬ stead present him with a can of sardines. To Mr. Halpin, our brilliant Einstein, one piece of reinforced chalk. Article II To the undergraduates: We bequeath to the Sophomore and Junior Classes our heartiest goodwill (that doesn’t cost anything), and to the faculty, our pity (neither does that) for what they will have to endure with the aforementioned classes. To “Pee Wee” Wood, the Sophomore midget, one compass to find his way around the cafeteria counter. To Helen Fortune, one cup of good luck to counter¬ act mis-fortune. To Larry Cate, one can of shoe polish to make that hair of his stay down. (This is Edgar Haselton’s secret). To INancy Rossman, one pad of paper for scrib¬ bling notes. We suggest that she purchase a copy of Isabel Morrison’s booklet “How to Write Notes With Unity, Coherence, and Emphasis.” To “Tess” Werner, one baseball in order that she may practice for the big league. Hoyt’s autograph on this ball should be an inspiration. To Parke Masters we bequeath this infant rodent to take the place of the recently deceased Cab. Poor Cab! His death was a sacrifice to science. To Irene Norton, that lively Sophomore, a package of “Pep.” To Gardner Knapp, the man on the flying trapeze, one pair of pink tights. We look forward to seeing you under the big top some day, Gardner. To Frank Colley, we present this book, “Etiquette for the Ball Room.” Maybe it will save him a blush or two, or three, at future Sophomore Hops. To “Nat Carpenter, the prize chatterbox of the Junior Class, we leave one all-day sucker to keep her quiet. To Maxwell Holland, our silver-tongued orator, one leaflet entitled, “The World ' s 99 Worst Puns.” To Carroll Colby, the Sophomore baby, a ball and chain to keep him in his seat. Article III Individual bequests to members of our class: To “Sid” Hodson, another rattle for his “chariot.” To Hollis Wilcox, one trailer to avoid having more than seventeen in and about her roadster. To “Twink” Connelly, hop-scotch rules to complete his already profound knowledge of the “better” games. To Roger Davis, a large, small-sized towel to use after playing the tuba. To Helen Dyer, a permanent seat in the Public Library. We have also reserved for her a quiet nook for entertaining. To John Hill, one sharp razor-blade to enable him to be admitted in the theatres at children’s prices. To Betty Mitchell, our Carnival Queen, we present the crown she did not receive in February. (Foreign importations are often delayed). To “Alex” Williamson, one calender so he can “Conti’s” dates. To the Chisholm Twins, identification cards. To Russell Pease, one tag for “Parkin” on Dudley street. To Dorothy Arthur, we bequeath one cannon. This is capable of firing a shot heard around the world. We understand that she never hears the alarm clock. To Marguerite Leary, this little package of soap flakes guaranteed to shrink anything. Apply a solution of this to that pile of books you carry around. For a second package see “Alex” Williamson—he has the agency in Reading. To Harvey Kimball, our hard-working treasurer, we give this search warrant and badge which allows him to open up all pocket-books of Senior Delinquents. To Ruth Scholz, one road map of dusty New Eng¬ land sideroads. Since Ruth started hiking between Reading and Boston when she was eleven years old, we prepare her for future globe-trotting. To Paul MacDonald, the over-worked lad, we give one extra large Fleischmann’s yeast cake guaranteed to raise the heavy burden of school activities from his shoulders. Article IV Certain members of our Class do now bequeath a few priceless, intangible gifts. Helen Doner leaves her quiet voice to be used by Fred Kenney. Thomas Philbin leaves a wad of gum beneath a cer¬ tain desk to whoever can discover it. Edgar Haselton leaves his fluent “gift of gab” to whoever wants it. Donald Goodwin leaves his silence to be used in the Assembly Hall. And, last but not least, Jean Temple leaves a word to the wise—which should be sufficient. We, invested with absolute authority, do now sign this document with the legal pen in hand, in the pres¬ ence of no one, and in utter defiance of all precedent; moreover we assert, maintain, and declare this to be al¬ together irrevocable under all circumstances, past, pres¬ ent, future; and furthermore, we in performance of our final duty, do affix and attach the school seals. Herbert Olsen Gordon Mayo SENIOR CARNIVAL Tuesday the 13th of February was one day when all the Seniors came to school with a happy carefree air. No homework or classes to worry about! About 9:30 we, a very noisy group, singing lustily, started for the exclusive Nashua Country Club. No sooner had we arrived than skates, skiis, and toboggans be¬ gan to fly. While some of the boys were shoveling the snow off the ice, the girls had a grand time on the toboggan slide, which was easier to ride down, than to climb up. Soon, however, we were called into the clubhouse to dinner, and after we had eaten our fill, we settled back in our chairs to listen to the customary speeches. It was an embarrassing but happy moment for Betty Mitchell and Alex Williamson when they were chosen king and queen of the Carnival. After this, the crowd began to disperse one by one while the hall was being cleared for dancing. As it had grown very cold outdoors, we did not stay out very long, but upon re¬ entering the hall, we were greeted by Mr. Sussmann who rendered a piano recital. We enjoyed dancing for an hour, and at five o’clock collected our belongings, and set out for home. We can truthfully say it was one of the happiest days of our lives, and always to be remembered. Marie Done, ’34 EXCHANGES The Pioneer acknowledges with many thanks the following magazines which we have received and en¬ joyed. “The Punch Harder ’ Andover, Mass. “The Distaff ” Girls’ High School, Boston, Mass. “The Partridge ” “Oxon Life ” “The Eagle ” “The Ko-Hi Nur” “The Cryptian ' “The Reflector ” “The Red and White “The Western Star ' , “The Aegis ” “The Jabberwock ' , “The Record ” Duxbury, Mass. Cambridge, Mass. Kingston, Mass. Corona, California Gloucester, Mass. Woburn, Mass. Rochester, N. H. Somerville, Mass. Beverly, Mass. Girls’ Latin School, Boston, Mass. Newburyport, Mass. SENIOR ELECTIONS Most Popular—Best Dancer Babe Wilcox Most Popular—Best Dancer Alex Williamson Best Looking Boy John Austin Best Looking Girl Phyllis Callan Prettiest Charlotte Currier Cutest Rita Conti Best Sport (Girl) Lillian Brown Best Sport (Boy) Kenneth Ives Best Natured Jean Temple W ittiest Herbert Olsen Best Athlete {Boy) Kenneth Ives Best Athlete (Girl) Alma Doiron Most Original Helen Dyer Giggler—Noisiest Eleanor Brennan Artist Sally Reck Ivory Tickler Frances Meuse Mischievous Alex Williamson Class Actor Tom Philbin Class Actress Muriel Lenfest Junior Boy Maxwell Holland Junior Girl June Lenfest Favorite Teacher Mr. Dixon Most Courteous Roger Davis Tallest Richard Preston Shortest Lillian Jewell Curly Locks Hazel Steele Quietest—Class Dreamer Donald Goodwin Class Baby—Age Agnes Carney Heart Breaker (Boy) Fred Day Heart Breaker (Girl) Babe Wilcox Most Brilliant Jean Temple Class Vamp Evelyn Meuse Class Shiek John Austin Most Sociable Isabelle Morrison Most Bashful Harold Smith Go-Getter—Peppiest Everybody s Pal—Best Entertainer- Dorothy Sargent —Funniest Girl Marie Done Wise Cracker Russell Pease Class Sunbeam Betty Boyers Most Respected Catherine Gordon Most Obliging Catherine Burpee Class Bluffer Edgar Haselton Busiest Tillie Levine Worst Tease Nat Waitt Most Likely to Succeed Edgar Haselton Done Most for Class Miss Brown Funniest Boy Sidney Hodson Class Sheik John Austin Favorite Movie Actress Mae West Favorite Movie Actor Clark Gable A FAREWELL TO MARMS—BY AN ANONYMOUS SENIOR Now my time has come. I have finished my pre¬ scribed labors and henceforth will I be turned out into the cold and dreary world. And so, before I leave this stately edifice, sanctified by the Goddess of Education, 1 will naively reveal to you the secrets of a harassed conscience. My sins have been many and varied but I have ab¬ stained from undue maliciousness and this is written with no other thought than to acquaint you, dear fledg¬ lings, with the sage opinions and vices of the average astute senior. The faculty 1 very much revere. This reverence is, for the greater part, sympathy—sympathy for the pain and mental fatigue suffered from Juniors and Sopho¬ mores. Debating is a dashing virtue, but public speaking sometimes exudes pain and mediocrity. For the band and orchestra I hold an admiration nothing short of amazement. This in itself is sufficient. Turning to my personal habits, I sometimes in mo¬ ments of abandon have skipped upstairs three steps at a time, making the most noise possible when I finally reached the lop. I too often, I regret to say, have stop¬ ped and talked and laughed in the halls and when in active trouble, always have emitted a lusty whoop and vanished from the scene. 1 have inscribed my name and initials in all the ob¬ scure places so that some day I may be identified with the famous parade of R. H. S. men. I’ve been late in¬ numerable times, rarely remembered my report card, done my homework in stretches, have had occasional romances, and followed more or less the school teams. Football seems to be the most vivid asset. To see our scarlet-coated warriors grind abstract faces into the dusky mud of Reading has caused the blood to tingle around my manly spine. I’ve participated in class dances and term them keen fun. I have enjoyed much the hustle and bustle which preceded these delightful affairs. In conclusion, I say to the juniors, yours is a fine and gentile heritage, to be nurtured in this ancient build¬ ing. So be ambitious and subdued and see that you follow well our divine steps. Bless you, my children! A SENIOR POOR RICHARD’S ALMANAC September The happy thought that never again will you be a Sophomore or Junior. October The resolution to be a real student this year and surprise the w r orld with your mental powers. November The conscientious awakening (via the alarm clock) to cram tw ' o chapters in “The History of American People ' ' —only to receive an “F” on your exam—standing for futile. December The report card, which seems more vital this year than any other year, informing you, cheerfully 1. Your work is fair, not wholly satisfactory in one subject. 2. You are passing but with low r standard in another subj ect. 3. You have failed to pass in still another subject. January The w r ell known “bawling out ' at home, by parents who simply never understand. February The well known phrase, commonly ad¬ ministered by Mothers, lingering in our ears, “I should think that you—a Senior in High School, would know r better than to— March The after-school tete-a-tetes with the pessimis¬ tic soothsayers known as teachers. April The picture question which is a tragedy in it¬ self. May The “doubtful graduation” list of which there has been enough said, already. June The great day, when you hold that magnificent leather folder in your hand, known as a diploma. The sigh of relief. The pang of regret—at leaving your High School never to return—unless some college won’t admit you— without more points. Natalie Waitt ’34 SENIOR SONG BOOK Truly, I Love You Rita and Alex JJere We Are Lil and Marie Prisoners’ Song Students Strike up the Band R. H. S. Band My Fate Is in Your Hands Students to Teachers Turn on the Heat Room 9 in the morning We’re in the Army Now Gymnasium Was It a Dream? Betty Mitchell You’re the One I Care For Kay and Deac Every Uttle Bit of Me Lil Jewett and Evelyn Meuse You Are So Beautiful Charlotte Currier Young and Healthy Senior Class You’re Getting to Be a Habit with Me Midge and Bunt Did You Ever See a Dream Walking? Peggy Weigman You Nasty Man Charles Norton Time on my Hands Jean Temple Horses, Horses, Horses Riding Club Laugh, Clown, Laugh Bergie Hodges Marie Done ’34 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 II THE SCHOOL OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION Co-operating with business firms, offers courses leading to the degree of Bache¬ lor of Science in the following fields of business: Accounting Banking and Finance Business Management It 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. 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BUSINESS COURSES for Young Men — Business Administration and Accounting Courses, as preparation for sales, credit, financial, office man agement and account¬ ing positions. College grade instruction. Open to High School Graduates. for Young Women — Executive Secretarial, Stenographic Secre¬ tarial, and Finishing Courses, as prepara¬ tion for promising secretarial positions. Individual advancement. Open to High School Graduates. for Both — General Business, Bookkeeping, Short¬ hand and Typewriting Courses, as prepara¬ tion for general business and office posi¬ tions. Open to High School Graduates. COMPLIMENTS OF L. G. BALFOUR COMPANY FRATERNITY, COLLEGE AND CLASS JEWELRY Manufacturing Jewelers and Stationers Attleboro, Mass. WHEN YOU SELECT TEL. CRYSTAL 0116 WAKEFIELD LAUNDRY YOU SELECT A LAUNDRY THAT IS “SELECT.” Try any one of the following services and learn for yourself what we mean by “Select.” Superior Shirt Work, Flat Work, Thrifty, Economy, Finest Family Finish. 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THORNDIKE (Formerly Wesson’s) GENTS’ FURNISHINGS Shoes for the Whole Family Lamson Hubbard Ha ts READING SQUARE COMPLIMENTS OF THE QUALITY MEAT SHOP Superior Printing at Reasonable Cost Everything that is printed, from a card to a book, will be done with distinction and dispatch at the Chronicle Office. i Rytex Personal Stationery Correct Calling Cards 200 single sheets ) , (or 100 folded) Jpl QO 100 envelopes ) 50 Vellum Cards with your name, genuinely engraved. Imprinted with your name and You’ll use these cards to send address, choice of colors in paper with gifts and flowers, to write i and ink, water-marked bond paper. A real value! invitations, as well as for their primary purpose of “leaving cards.” THE READING CHRONICLE PRESS, INC. Telephone 0155 173 Main St. a � r � ' i p r- m B i� i t i � — i� i � r ■ � ' � ■ ' w • ■■ ■ � r ■■ ' ' A Quarter Century of School and College Photography Fifth Avenue, New York 154 Boylston St., Boston Completely equipped to render the highest quality craftsmenship and expedited service on both personal portraitures and photography for school and college annuals. Official Photographer for 1934 CHRISTMAS 1934 ) READING PUBLIC LIBRARY reading, Massachusetts Pioneer m w f f � f NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY Day Division SCHOOL OF ARTS AND SCIENCES Offers a broad program of college subjects serving as a foundation for the understanding of modern culture, social relations, and technical achievement, and including selected occupational courses. The purpose of this program is to give the student a liberal and cultural education and a vocational competence which fits him to enter some specific type of useful employment. The vocational options are in such fields as: Accounting, Advertising, Industrial Chemistry, Teaching, Factory Administration, Salesmanship, Surveying and Topography, Physical Education, In¬ dustrial Relations, Business Practice, Drafting and Technical Drawing. Offers a of business wit BUSINESS tures, solution executives, and Provides in the fields ol TRIAL ENGir Freshman year Engineering in year. The Co-i vides for a cor tion. Under th well as to form The Bac torily complete A the principles FINANCE, or including lee¬ ks by business ;sional courses , and INDUS- :d during the the branch of he Sophomore l courses, pro- sroom instruc- ol expenses as i who satisfac- s r ♦ THE PIONEER ♦ CHRISTMAS NUMBER 3H5V This number we dedicate as a token of welcome to Arthur E. Pierce, the new Superintendent of Schools in Reading. « (r 3) SV STAFF Editor-in-chief Parke W. Masters ’35 Assistant Editor Priscilla Eisenhaure ’35 Poetry Editor Mary Lee Kingman ’36 Athletic Editors Gardner Knapp ’36 Irene Norton ’36 1935 Phyllis Comey Clifton Le Tourneau Hope Littlefield Warren Miller Sheldon Skofield Rita Whelton News Editor Jean Phippen ’35 Exchange Editor Kent Fletcher ’36 Art Editors Edith Richman ’35 Evelyn Streeter ’35 Olive Bates ’36 1937 Russell Bird Pauline Eames Robert Lougee Marcus Morton Gertrude Yates 1936 Lawrence Cate Carroll Colby Frances Jewett Muriel Newberry Dorothy Steele Faculty Advisers Miss England Miss Greenhalgh Mr. Halpin Mr. Wheeler Business Managers Allan Bowron ’35 Olive Ambrose ’35 published by the students of the READING HIGH SCHOOL, READING, MASSACHUSETTS. | 2 READING PUBLIC LIBRARY READING, MASSACHUSETTS EDITORIALS Christmas Is A Time When “I have always thought of Christmas time when it has come around—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that—as a good time; a kind forgiving charit¬ able time; the only time 1 know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of other people below them as if they really were fellow ' passen¬ gers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. Thus spoke Scrooge’s nephew to him in Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol. ' ’ In spite of the grave note that Dickens introduces, mas is a good time. From the time when we first hung up tery of the day, we have enjoyed Christmas, and graduall behind it. But to enjoy it thoroughly, we ought to give a make oneself happy. Surely, Christmas, if any time, brin tune with others. Also, as Scrooge’s nephew said to that climbed a little higher than their fellowmen should reach of friendship. We enjoy Christmas, yes, for who doesn’t? share them in friendship. And from the Pioneer to you, its readers, comes th EDITORIALS, WRITER AND READER In a deserted corner, away from the din of the thun¬ dering press, sits a man with a pencil, deliberating on the news of the day. In a few minutes he will begin to write what will probably be the best section in the next edition of his paper. The entire city will read what he says, will be influenced by his opinion, and in his words will find that supplement of intelligent comment which will balance the staccato flashes on the immediate hap¬ penings of the day. The editor writes independently, and there is often more substance in the products of his experience and research than in the flow of current news, because his opinions are concentrated and sustained while events overshadow each other in rapid succession. He offers in a concise manner of estimation the more profound subjects, with the informal bits of information and witti¬ cisms that place the one who reads in the category of appreciative listener and resourceful conversationalist on every topic of interest. Instead of relinquishing to him one’s faculty of de¬ cision, one does better to respect the sanity and perspi¬ cacity in his thoughts, digest his words, and grow to a higher level of common sense and understanding. Parke W. Masters ’35 REQUIREMENTS OF THE STUDENT OF TODAY In November, Reading schools and the schools of the nation observed “Education Week.” A week was set aside to commemorate the efforts of prominent educators of the past and to clarify the present systems of educa¬ tion. The schools of today have progressed from the red, wooden buildings of early days to thriving centers of we find a joyous thought in this quotation— that Christ- our Christmas stocking and were surrounded by the mys- y have learned to understand and appreciate the meaning s well as receive, for to make someone else happy is to gs us a splendid opportunity for sharing our good for- sour old pessimist, it is a time when those who have down and help those whom they may, up to finer level But we can more thoroughly enjoy its festivites if we e wish that you all may enjoy a very “Merry Christmas!” Mary Lee Kingman ’36 education and learning. No longer does each pupil go through the standard process, but individuality has at¬ tained prominence with courses made out according to the pupils’ needs. More and more, the business and college students are finding greater variety and more technical subjects in their courses to meet the demands of the outer world. We believe that this process should be encouraged by the parents of the nation and that youth should back up these improvements by earnest efforts to learn and serve. Looking ahead, we feel that education will probably be advanced to such an extent that the average student will find an extensive array of opportunities and courses for a life’s work. Furthermore, as life’s complexities increase, youth will require many more divisions for learning. Conse¬ quently, knowledge and education will keep in step by supplying the necessary facilities so that the average person of tomorrow will live a happier and more varied life. Marcus Morton ’37 THIS MODERN AGE Is it possible that our parents and older people could be mistaken when they deem us, “the wildest, most ruth¬ less youngsters the world has ever seen?” This age of speed necessitates a broader viewpoint and a greater un¬ derstanding than most persons are capable of. For hasn’t it been suggested that we are constantly struggling and striving, every nerve tense, to keep up with the pace of life today? If our tactless fathers had not told us some stories of their youth, when our mothers weren’t around to keep them from doing so, we might think that we have pre¬ cipitated the most degraded age since Adam. To be sure, we may ride around the country in fast automo¬ biles, go long distances to a dance or a party, or take part in a little bit of “horse-play;’ but, do these inno¬ cent, harmless pleasures necessarily decree on us the scathing tone used when some people speak of “this modern age!”? Can’t our critics remember when they were young and drove “father’s old horse’n buggy” so fast around town that the horse was never much good afterwards? The song “Jingle-Bells” always brings to mind the mixed tune of the merry tinkle of gleaming sleigh bells and the steady crunching sound of the horses ' hoofs, but, on these memorable sleigh rides, the warmly dressed occupants didn’t merely go for a short ride, but they went far Lj a place where they could get hot, warm¬ ing chocolate, and then perhaps dance for a while. Who was it who on Hallowe’en Eve told some of the most hair-raising stories of what they used to do in the good old days,—such actions as we would surely never think of? No one but an ancient, archaic uncle. Human nature will always remain the same no mat¬ ter when or where. Youth must be merry and carefree and all wise parents realize that there will be time later for the youth of today to worry and bear the burdens of life. So cheer up, you modern children, the Pioneer stands back of you! Priscilla Eisenhaure ’35 ■BBS . . ■ ' - 8 CV STORIES TROUBLE SHOOTERS Bill Reed came to an untimely end on January 19, 1934 in a man hole explosion. We all wondered how his pal, Ace Healy, would take it. Bill had gone down into the man hole to recover a man’s body, when the explo¬ sion occurred. We had never found his remains, and the boys in the outfit felt pretty glum about the whole af¬ fair. We were what is commonly known as “Trouble Shooters,” but on the city register we were known as the “Emergency Coxps.” A trouble shooter in civil life is an emergency man who can be relied on when something goes wrong, to lo¬ cate the source of the trouble and fix it with a minimum of delay. Our headquarters were on 115 East 76th Street, New York. Each one among us had his special pal, but somehow Bill and Ace were more to each other than just pals. They had come to the outfit together and had remained thus ever since. When they played bridge or any other game, they usually played as partners, and generally came out on top. My side kick was the doctor of the squad. In our line of work, we had to have a doctor with us all the time. Dave Coe was his name, and a finer pal you could never find. As soon as I heard about Bill, I asked Doc how Ace was standing it. “He doesn’t seem to he affected at all,” replied Doc. “That’s funny; I expected him to break down. “So did the rest of us,” he replied, “but you can never tell anything about these nervy men.’ That night at supper, Bill’s chair, which was next to Ace’s, w r as empty, and, rather than have that grim re¬ minder staring us in the face I ambled over and started to sit down in the chair. “Do you mind,” Ace smiled at me, “but Bill will be along any minute now, and you know how he likes to have that chair.” Well, sir, you could have knocked me over with a blade of grass. Ace was with Bill on the man hole job; so he must have known what had happened to Bill, but it didn’t seem so. I sat dowm in my regular seat then, and we all ate our supper in silence, but everyone had his eyes on the empty chair beside Ace. After the meal was over, Ace got up and asked if any of us would like to play bridge with Bill and him. One by one we mur¬ mured that we had letters to write or something to fix; so we couldn’t play right now, but some other time we would.. When I got to my room, I sat down on my bed and tried to puzzle it all out. Ace knew Bill was dead, but he still persisted in talking of him as if he were still liv¬ ing. Was this Ace’s idea of humor? It couldn’t be, be¬ cause Ace wasn’t that kind of a chap. Presently Doc came in, as usual, to have a chat be¬ fore we retired. He hadn’t been at the supper table with us and hadn’t heard about Ace’s actions. When I told him of them, he replied: “It’s just the reaction of his mind under the strain; he’ll soon get over it.” At ten o’clock we went down stairs to see if any trouble calls had come in and to say good night to the boys on duty. As we entered the room, Skipper Dale was showing some of the fellows a necktie his girl had sent him. Every once in a while his girl would send him a pair of socks, a scarf, a shirt, or some other article of clothing, and he always wore one of them out on an assignment. He said they brought him good luck. Skip¬ per took quite a ribbing about his girl, because he was always boasting about her, and how they were going to get married as soon as he had saved up enough money. Next day we received a call that a car had jumped a bridge on the East River, and we were to recover the bodies in the car. Ace, Skipper Dale, two equipment men, and I were assigned to the job. Because it was so early in the morning, we were the only ones at the break¬ fast table. It was a miserable day, with plenty of chances for an accident on a job such as we had. In the middle of the meal, Ace said suddenly, “Don’t take it so hard. Skipper; no girl is worth it. You’ll get over it if you don’t let it get you.” While everybody was laughing, Ace went up stairs to get his coat. Skipper looked puzzled for a minute. “What do you suppose he meant by that? “He was just kidding you. I told him, and we let it go at that. We worked and worked hard that day. 1 he water was freezing around our air lines and on our rubber suits when we came out of the water back to headquart¬ ers for a well earned rest. When we arrived, there was a telegram waiting for Skipper. He grabbed it and ripped it open and stood with his legs apart reading it over and over again. Then he looked around with a dazed expression. “My girl,” he said, “has eloped with a piano tuner back home.” He rolled the telegram into a tight ball and threw it on the floor; then, letting out a yell, he ran toward Ace Healy, who was sitting in a corner of the room. “Is that what you meant this morning when you told me not to let it throw me?” he roared. “I only know what Bill told me,” Ace replied slow¬ ly, as he stared blandly at the far wall. This unexpected reference to the deceased Bill dazed Skipper, and he walked slowly from the room. When I told Doc of this at supper, he shrugged his shoulders and replied, “It was just a coincidence. What is the matter, Mac? Is this job getting on your nerves?” That evening Ace stepped up to Doc, and asked, “How’s your boil? Bill was telling me about it. Tough luck.” “My boil?” Doc gave him a puzzled frown. “Yes, too bad.” Doc smiled at him, and we walked away. “Have you got a boil?” I questioned him. “No, he’s confusing me with Jerry Barton; he’s got a mean one.” “Maybe he is,” I replied, and we both turned in. In the morning when I got up, Ace hailed me from his room across the hall, “Oh, Mac, I’m sorry to hear about Dan Pringle. Bill just told me about him, but I suppose we can’t all be lucky.” “No, I guess not,” I replied. “You had better go back to sleep. This week your shift doesn’t start for three hours yet, and you need some rest. I was beginning to think Ace was getting crazy, for as far as I knew, Dan Pringle was all right. In fact, he was assigned with me and a supply man to fix a cornice on the Barker Building this morning. When I got down stairs, I found Dan and the supply man all ready to start; so I had to hurry my breakfast in order not to keep them waiting. The job of fixing a cornice isn’t very hard, but there is plenty of chance of slipping and falling to death on the street many stories below, but Dan Pringle was the best cornice mender in New York City, and we were never worried about him. This morn¬ ing, however, things weren’t running as smoothly as they should have been. First we couldn’t get the cement mixed right; then the electric scraper broke, and we found out we had for¬ gotten the trowels. Finally, however, we got things all set, and we lowered Dan over the side of the building. He started attaching the braces when a buckle on one of his straps gave away. He swerved around on the re¬ maining strap and grabbed the corner of the building and tried to pull himself up. But before we could get hold of him, the cornice tore itself loose and went hurling through the air towards the street below with poor Dan hanging on to it. None of us had thought that the cornice was loose, or even if loose, that it was loose enough to break away with just his weight on it. There was nothing we could do but go back to the outfit and report the terrible accident. We were in no way to blame for Dan’s death, but just the same, it made us feel quite low for a long time. I went to my room as soon as I could to see if a little rest would make me feel any better. I had hardly got settled when Doc barged in, looking pretty grim about something. “What’s up?” I asked. “What are you so grim about?” “I have a boil,” he told me. The way he said it, you’d think he had just been given five hours to live. His voice shook. “I don’t mind the boil, Mac, but don’t you remember Ace Healy told me about it yester¬ day?” I nodded my head. I had forgotten all about Ace’s remark about Doc’s boil, but now that Doc had a boil, it made it seem sort of mysterious. Then, all of a sud¬ den, I thought of Ace’s remarks, this morning, about Dan Pringle and it made me feel very sick. I had dis¬ missed his conversation from my mind and had never thought of the words since, but now they came to my mind with terrible import. I told Doc about the affair, and we decided to keep it under our hats and not bother the rest of the outfit about it. Doc and I had many lengthy debates. We wondered if Bill was keeping in spiritual contact with Ace and giving him uncanny powers as a forseer. Things went quietly until about a week later, when Ace walked up to me and said, “Well, Mac, Bill tells me this is our last job together,” and he turned and strode away. I didn’t feel very well after that, because when he called a turn, it usually happened, and I had no de¬ sire to die just then. This job was of recovering men from a cave in a mine just outside of New York City. I worked all morn¬ ing with a cold sweat, wave after wave of apprehension passing over me. About noon time, I heard a noise like a rock falling ahead of me. I rushed up and found Ace lying under a beam that had fallen across his chest. I started to help him out, but the beam would not budge. He stopped me saying, “Never mind, Mac, Bill tells me I’ll be with him soon, so you can t help me. Well, so long, pal—see you later—.” Allan Bowron ’35 THE BARREN FIELD I came upon it suddenly at noon on the way to Thann in Alsace. As I had been traveling through the beauti¬ ful Rhine Valley in the fruitful season of the year, it was rather startling to see, amid the autumnal splendor, that one barren, desolate waste glaring savagely at the noonday sun. My curiosity was at once aroused, and chancing to meet a wrinkled little old peasant woman on the road I had from her this tale: It was many and many a year ago, on a dark, lone¬ some night, when a solitary traveller, while crossing through the fields to arrive home sooner, lost himself in the midst of a large field. There was something that seemed to set this field apart from others—something strange. Not the faintest breeze stirred in the dead air above the field; yet a clammy chill hung over all, and the cold, rocky earth heaved and groaned. The village clock struck midnight. The whole earth trembled, the deadly clash of arms broke the stillness, and the terrified wayfarer stood petrified. From the restless land the pale ghost of a man clad in armor arose and advanced slowly. “Haste thee away, friend; haste, for this field is ac¬ cursed!” in a low melancholy tone the spectre began. “Here he was betrayed on that day in 833 so long ago— so long ago. It was an evil deed, a foul deed; there shall be no rest till the end of time. Because he sought to redivide the kingdoms to provide for his fourth child, that noble son of Charlemagne, deserted by his cowardly followers, alone faced his three wicked, angry sons who stood there leering and jealous, and pointed him out to us; and we—we tore the crown from the head of Louis the Pious!” The soldier’s face became convulsed, and he smote his breast in remorse. In a few seconds, when he be¬ came calmer, he resumed his story. “His face was terrible, so—so stricken, and he cursed us every one. Yes, he stood there and called down the curse of heaven upon this field, and upon his sons, and upon us, and upon everything that had a part in that black day of misery. There has been no peace either in life or death; there can be no peace—ever. No rest.” The mournful voice sank to a mere whisper; the ar¬ mor-clad spectre dissolved into the earth; the tumult ceased; all was as quiet as before. The stupified traveler stumbled blindly on. As the tale ended, I turned to thank the aged peasant. She had changed remarkably while relating this tradi¬ tion. Her wizened face seemed to have shrunk, but her pale eyes had become large and brilliant, almost un¬ canny, as she muttered half under her breath and crossed herself. In confusion, I stammered my thanks. She bob¬ bed her head jerkily in acknowledgement, gave me a queer toothless smile, and started down the road. Muriel Newberry ’36 THE UNCENSORED THOUGHTS OF A DOOMED BOY Jim Harding had propped himself up on his window seat one Sunday afternoon and was trying to finish his studying. In spite of himself his mind began to wander, and he noticed that it was growing cold. His mind wand¬ ered still further, and he began to wonder what would happen next Saturday when he and Hank hiked over to Old Crusty. Old Crusty was a very large mountain about five miles away, and it had lots of cliffs and caves to explore. Slowly his head sank down on the window seat, and his snores could be heard keeping time with those ot his dog, Jip. His mind swayed and finally cen¬ tered on the coming hike. The boys awoke early and ate breakfast as fast as they could gulp it down. They packed elaborate lunches and loaded their knapsacks and pockets with all sorts of junk; for you never can tell when you’ll need such stuff. At the foot of the mountain they stopped to consider which way to go up. “Say Hank, let’s climb that big cliff over there. We’ve never been up that.” “All right! I’ve brought some rope along, and we’ll use that like real mountain climbers.” As soon as they had tied the ends of the rope to their waists, they started up; Hank was in the lead leaving Jim to swallow all the dirt he kicked up. The panting boys were nearly to the top when they came to a place on the cliff where there seemed to be no rocks they could step on at all. But finally Hank found a way, and he drew himself slowly up about twelve feet where the going became easier. “Have you got a good footing up there?” asked Jim. “Yup,” came the answer. “Well, hang on ’cause I’ve got to put some weight on the rope.” Now just above Jim a sharp rock jutted out and the old rope, already frayed by previous expeditions, parted in one loud crack of complaint. Jim, off balance, shot downward. Immediately many curious thoughts raced through the boy’s mind. “Golly! what will happen when I hit! I’ll probably spread out like that rotten tomato did when it hit Dea¬ con Billings’ bald head. Gosh! he sure was sore. It’s a good thing it was dark, or he’d have caught us sure. As it was, I nearly choked myself on Mrs. Pettingill’s clothesline. And on top of that all her clothes came down on me. “We had to get those tomatoes out of Farmer Hund- son’s tomato patch the night before and risk bumping into his police dog. We sure got a good supply though we ate most of the good ones. It was kind of dark, and I think I ate a couple of worms. “Speaking of vegetables, we certainly had a fine time in Mr. Turner’s apple orchard. We filled our pockets pretty fast, but he nearly got me before I was done. Some of the apples were kind of green, and we all felt queer the next day. “Golly, I sure felt funny the day I ran into the hor¬ nets’ nest. We were running away from that gang that Bud Turner runs, and we were in a hurry. I ran into a bush full of hornets, and boy, did they sting! They crawled into my eyes and ears and down my back. One got inside my sleeve and left a string of bites all up my arm. The next day both my eyes and one of my ears were swollen tight. It felt just like the time I had a fight with Bud Turner, only twice as had. “Bud’s father told him somebody had been in his or¬ chard, and Bud guessed it was us. Sometimes he thinks he’s pretty smart, but he happened to be right this time. He cornered me after school, and I had to fight him. He got a swollen lip and a bloody nose, but I guess I looked worse than that. One eye was purple and begin¬ ning to swell, and the rest of my face was just generally cut and bruised. “That reminds me of the Hallowe’en night we moved Turner’s buggy upon the top of the hill. They had their barn locked up, but Hank climbed in a window and let us in. We pulled the buggy way up on top of the hill. Coming down, it was so dark I jumped into the hen¬ house. I must have pushed the door open because next morning the old rooster was standing on top of the wagon crowing as if—.” Crash! There was a loud thud and Jim hit bottom. But wait a minute! Something’s wrong! For Jim, ex¬ pecting to gaze on the scattered fragments of his anato¬ my, midst the piercing crags of the valley below, was sitting on the floor beside the window seat. A cold wind blew soft flakes of snow through the window. Br-r-r. He jumped up quickly and shut the window. “Golly! I’m kind of glad that was a dream, or where would I be now! Let’s see. Where was I in that geome¬ try? About page 30, I think.” Russell Bird ’37 SHE WROTE TO FAME I With the air of one who has just done something very daring and possibly disastrous, Margaret addressed the package. Then, putting down her old pen, she sat back in her chair and looked around the small and rather dingy room. She was sitting in the main office (and the only of¬ fice) of the Evansville Gazette. Every weekday for thirteen years she had sat there at that desk with its stacks of letters and frayed blotter, near the window which looked out at the nineteen dingy stores and the one theatre with its gaudy signs which made up the busi¬ ness section of Evansville. There were two other desks besides hers in the room. On one of these sat Tommy, the young office boy casually smoking a cigarette, evidence that “the chief” was out. In the other could be seen a man of about fifty years. He was sitting back in his chair gazing into nothingness. That was Charlie, who preferred to be called Charles. He was a complacent old bachelor, gray haired and rath¬ er rotund. He had worked for the Gazette since he had graduated from high school, thirty-two years ago. He had advanced as far as assistant editor, had Charlie, and one day might be editor. Margaret sighed. Neither of them seemed to realize that she had just done something which might change the whole course of her life. “Tommy,” she said, “go mail this package, please.” “Now? asked Tommy hopefully. “Yes, now, please.” “Awright. ” Tommy walked out, slamming the door behind him, and Margaret, sitting back in her chair, sighed once more. Since she had had to leave college to come home and work, Margaret had grown to know Evansville with its petty gossip, quite thoroughly. She had lived among older people, and was inclined to look upon those her own age or younger as mere children. She was thirty- one, of medium height, with a plain face and straight, straw-colored hair. The only remarkable thing about her was her creamy white hands, which, because she was proud of them, were beautifully cared for. Her plain, dark brown dress was the same one she had worn all winter. Margaret had never been very popular or outstand¬ ing in any way, and under her quiet exterior she had always wanted to do something to startle Evansville out of its apparent lethargy. The townspeople spoke of her as a “smart girl” after she got the job at the Gazette office. Their acceptance of her as a fixture in the town had rankled a bit at first, since she couldn’t help feeling somewhat above them, and since she had not yet given up hope of returning to college. As this possibility grew more and more remote, however, she began to enjoy the old town, and discovered that those whom she had form¬ erly been pleased to call quaint were really as human as she was. She had even written, purely for her own amuse¬ ment, little stories of their lives, some true, some imag¬ inary. These stories, she thought, would serve to pre¬ serve her old skill in writing, for at college she had re¬ ceived A’s in English composition, with favorable com¬ ments from her professor. So the years had passed, and gradually her interests and her life had become so centered around Evansville that she believed herself a permanent part of it. That was before she had seen Monica. Monica was an old college friend. She had been driving through the town and had come to see Margaret. “Well, Margaret,” she had said rather tactlessly, “I never expected to see you spending your life in a small town. Remember that night we were all telling our plans for the future? You were going to be a famous journalist in ten years.” “One’s tastes change,” Margaret had answered some¬ what tartly. But it had been sufficient to make her quite discon¬ tented with her simple, small town life, and to awaken the former, hidden unhappiness. She determined to do something about it, but was quite undecided as to what that something should be. Then she had thought of her stories, and on the spur of the moment she had bundled a few of them to¬ gether and brought them to work to do properly. She had addressed them to Elizabeth Trevor, considered one of America’s greatest short story writers. In a letter accompanying the manuscripts, Margaret had asked the famous writer to look the stories over and tell her what she thought of them. She had enclosed a self-addressed, stamped envelope, of course, smiling at her own naivete in expecting such an important ex- thor to spend any of her time on her. She was quite ex¬ pectant of receiving a short typewritten note from Miss Trevor’s secretary, informing her that Miss Trevor could pass no opinion on amateur writings. II It was a cold, foggy day in New York, a discourag¬ ing day, whose grayness penetrated everyone’s feelings. It had an especially disheartening effect on Elizabeth Trevor, who wasn’t feeling exceptionally happy, anyway. Elizabeth was a tall, slender, beautifully dressed blonde, with large and dark eyes, a rather long face, and an unfortunate habit of keeping her thoughts to herself. When she thought over her life, she realized that in spite of her popularity, she had never written anything that would make her remembered long after she had stopped writing. Practically everyone in the country knew who Eliza¬ beth Trevor was, but even her most intimate friends could say they knew little more than that. They thought she was merely a quiet and rather brilliant woman, who spent most of her time writing and planning new stories. They did not realize how she hated everything she wrote —hated it for what she called its mediocrity and lack of lasting value. Neither did they realize how intensely she desired to write something great and lasting. It had got to the point now where this desire was almost a mania. Her habit of being so quiet about what she was thinking naturally made this obsession a great deal worse. On this particular day, she was sitting at her desk, working over the mail that her secretary had left her. In spite of the beauty and good taste of the room she was in, the grayness of the weather made it somehow rather dismal. This certainly did not serve to make Elizabeth any more cheerful. She frowned over a letter written in a eareful hand on inexpensive white paper. The letter was accompanied by a brown package with the return address in a town she had never heard of. That would be the stories mentioned in the letter. How they had managed to get past her secretary, who was always on the lookout for amateur writings, she could not understand. But because she had nothing important to do, or be¬ cause she felt some interest in the writer of the rather pathetic letter, she started to read one of the stories. The letter, of course, was not intentionally pathetic, but some of its writer’s feeling that her life had been futile must have struck a sympathetic chord in Eliza¬ beth’s mind. As she read, the discontented expression on her face was replaced by a little smile. Here, she decided, was what she had been trying to write for years. The atmos¬ phere, the local color, were so real that the reader could leel herself transported to the small town of which they were written. And the writer was a small town girl, who had never known what it was to want so much to write something great and wonderful that everything in life had lost its importance. Besides, this girl expected nothing from these stories, as her letter showed. “And if I could just fix them up a little, just retouch them, they would be among the best stories of this period. I could use them easily. No one would take her word against mine. In a way, they are mine. She sent them to me. False reasoning is, of course, likely to lead to false conclusions, and so Elizabeth managed to make herself believe, or almost believe, that the stories belonged to her. She had picked up one of them, and had started to read it over, changing phrases here and there. But somehow, one annoying little clause in Margaret’s letter refused to leave her mind.—Just a few words, which conveyed in themselves simply how much it would mean to Margaret if these stories were really good. At last Elizabeth could not prevent herself from pic¬ turing the small town, the uneducated people, and the near poverty which made up Margaret’s life. For a moment she hesitated in her work, but only for a moment. She had completed one story, and was about to type it over, when a realization of what she was doing to Margaret and to herself came to her. With this realization came amazement and horror that she could do such a thing. She took up her expensive fountain pen and wrote a little note to Margaret. She put aside the stories, and returned with a tiny sigh to the rest of her mail. Ill Back in Evansville, Margaret smiled at the old post¬ man as he handed her the Gazette’s mail. “And here’s one for you, too, miss, if you’d rather have it here than at home.” “Thanks, Zed,” said Margaret. “I wonder who could be writing to me. Could it be possible—” “It’s from New York, miss. Looks like your getting real citified. Got a new boy friend, eh? He-he.” Old Zed turned away chuckling at Margaret’s rather wan smile. Tommy was emptying a waste basket, and the two editors hard at work when they heard: “Oh, oh! oh!” and looking up they saw the usually sedate Miss Franklin jump from her chair and almost dance a jig around the room—almost, not quite, not in Evansville, at noon, in a newspaper office! “She thinks they are wonderful,” they heard her say. “She wants me to—” But the last words of the sentence were never uttered, for the composed and placid Miss Franklin had just fainted. Rita Whelton ' 35 AMAZON For three days now they had been without food or water—three days of burning torture and not a sign of safety. Three days they had rowed in vain; now they were too weak to row. For three long, tedious days the only sound they had heard was the muffled slapping of the waves on the sides of their small weatherbeaten boat. The dry salt air cracked their lips and parched their throats. This was the lull after the storm, a typhoon, in which the good ship “Porpoise,” bound for Buenos Aires had been lost. The water was calm and serene; the sun, beating down through cloudless skies, made the waters fairly sparkle. What a marvelous day it was! But to two men in a small boat, and, as far as they knew, a thousand miles from nowhere, it was worse than death. “How much longer, Heinie?” mumbled a young raw- boned man in the bow of the boat. He was a darkly- tanned individual who looked as though he might once have been clean, and one could easily tell from his ac¬ cent that he was an American. “Not long, Yank,” replied his companion in a high rasping voice; “maybe one more day, then—,” and his voice trailed off into a mumble. This fellow was un¬ mistakably a German. His features, his accent, his closely cropped hair, and his nickname all indicated his native land. “I was just thinking,” continued the American, “of all the water we can see, and yet a few drops of it would practically kill us outright. I knew a fellow, once, who was lost at sea with some of his shipmates in a dory. This fellow took just one drink of that blasted stuff and the next day he was dead. That same day they were picked up. If he hadiTt taken that one drink, he’d have lived, poor guy.” This morose story ended the conversation and with the coming of night, they still had no sign of help. That night neither of them could sleep. They were both suffering intense agony; their bodies were wrought in severe inner pain. They had become, in the last three or four days, nothing more or less than living skeletons. Their eyes were sunken; their cheeks were hollowed; their ribs stood out like the ribs of an unfed horse. It seemed as if it would be better to drown than to die like this, but still the thought of help the following day kept them alive. Dawn brought only despair and the gleaming sun to these two wretched souls drifting—drifting on that ever- shining sea. The minutes seemed like days to them. They couldn’t stand another night, and they both knew it; but still that one faint hope lingered. How often they had talked of ending it, and how often decided against it. It seemed, as night drew near, that they had hoped in vain; that they had only been prolonging their agony. Certainly death could be no worse than this. Heinie was thinking, always thinking of that one drop of fresh water. One drop of fresh water might have meant the difference between life and death to these two shadows, worn and haggard shadows of former men, but one drop of fresh water could not be bought for love nor money. By some strange fate they lived out the night, but morning brought nothing but the sickening sight of that wide expanse of sparkling water. Suddenly Heinie started; he opened his mouth as if to cry out, but no sound came. He grasped Yank’s arm in a palsied grip and pointed off to the windward. “Ship,” he mumbled. Yank couldn ' t get the word; there was nothing to hear, but he felt it. Hope! A new hope to keep them going! Life wasn’t so tough after all. He looked eagerly where Heinie was pointing—and saw nothing. Then he under¬ stood. Heinie was done. Yank looked toward Heinie. Heinie was gasping and panting, lying in the bottom of the boat, his face distorted in terrible agony. His glazed eyes stared unflinchingly toward the sky. That night Heinie died; Yank was left alone. He knew he should have thrown Heinie overboard, but even the corpse of his companion brought him company. He couldn’t bear to see Heinie leave him for good. He couldn’t bear to be left alone in that wilderness of water. He said the only prayer he knew over Heinie’s body and covered it with his own shirt. Yank was going, too. He could feel it coming on but could not do anything to prevent it. He hated to think what would happen when he did go mad. He thought of home, of his family, of Penelope. She was a swell kid, so young and so beautiful, and she’d be waiting for him to come back. He even dared to think she’d cry when she heard of his death. He hated to think of her crying, too, but he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He pictured the headlines of the papers, the radio, everyone and everything blaring out his death and the loss of the entire crew of the “Porpoise.” What a shock it would be to his mother and dad; first it was Dan, then Larry, and now Yank. They’d all thought so much of him since the others went, and now all that was left was young “Babe.” “Babe” they’d called him, because he was the youngest of the four, and now he was to be the only one left. He was hefty for a kid, anyway; he’d take care of himself. Then he thought of Heinie, good old Heinie—he could take it. Heinie had been injured in the war and had never really recovered. He had what it takes; too bad he had to be snuffed out like this. The rest of the boys, too. They really weren’t such a bad lot and some of them had been Tank’s best friends; now they were all gone. It was a pretty tough deal, having a bunch of fellows like them wiped out—just like that. He couldn’t stand it any longer; it was getting him. He was laughing out loud, that wild, hilarious laugh of a drunkard, and he was drunk, drunk with the ab¬ horrence of life and the fear of death. He tried to stand up, anything to keep moving, but sank slowly back to the bottom of the boat groaning and choking—■. Sun., Aug. 3 Log of S. S. Valkyre—W. W. Fruit Line. Weather clear; slight breeze. Picked up two men, dead from thirst; holding men for identification. Men picked up at 10:45, approximately 100 miles off mouth of Amazon. They evidently didn’t know the water is fresh here, 200 miles to sea. Capt. Domere. F. Warren Miller, Jr. ’35 FOUND IN A BOTTLE I always look forward to an evening with my friend, George Perry. He is a retired sea captain. George has an inexhaustible supply of sea yarns. It was one snowy night in February, when I made my way up to his house. I wondered what kind of a story he had for me this time. I knew he had one. “How are you?” was his cheery greeting. “Come in and take off your hat and coat, Frank.” After we had discussed the weather and politics for a while, our conversation turned to the sea. “It was in the spring of 1902,” the captain said. ”We were cruising in the South Pacific after sperm whales and were not having much luck. Now and then we’d get a small one, nothing to boast of. One morning, about eight bells, the lookout hailed the deck. He had sighted something floating off our starboard bow, which glistened in the sun. The skipper ordered a boat over, and we picked it up. It was a bottle, and it had papers inside. When we got them out, they proved to be a kind of diary. I was very much interested, and the captain gave them to me. Here they are.” Captain Perry took several sheets of time yellowed paper from the mantlepiece and handed them to me. “I think you’ll find them interesting,” he commented. The first one was dated October 1, 1893. Benson asked me today if I would sail with him on his next trip. He has chartered a small schooner, the “Star.” He is going to the South Pacific to study native life in the island. I have not known Benson quite a year yet, having met him at the Adventure Club; we are very good friends. He plans to leave in about two weeks, if he can get equipment and supplies aboard. I am to let him know what I decide as soon as possible. I shall keep this diary during the voyage, for we may see interesting things which will be worth writing about. October 3, 1893 I told Benson today that I have decided to go with him, as it will be a great opportunity to see something of the world. The “Star” is nearly ready, and Benson has a capable crew picked. The cook has sailed with him before. Harry Smith, a professor of biology, is going with us. He wants to study life in the tropics. There are several rifles with plenty of ammunition among the supplies. Benson thinks we might have trouble with some of the natives. October 15, 1893 We sailed today. Went out at flood tide this morn¬ ing. Fine weather. Picked up a good breeze outside the harbor and have made good time. One of the men, Wendle, was hurt soon after we started. He fell from the fore crosstrees. The doctor says he has two ribs broken and is badly bruised. It is too bad, for he was one of the best sailors in the crew. A bad start for our trip. Hope this doesn’t mean ill luck for us. October 16, 1893 Favorable winds today. Made good time. The “Star” is fast. Wendle does not seem to improve, has developed a high fever. The doctor is afraid of internal injuries. I have one of my queer hunches again. I feel that there is something ahead of us that means trouble. I’m not superstitious, but I’ve had them before and some¬ thing has always happened. Perhaps it is Wendle’s ac¬ cident that makes me feel like this. We have seen only two vessels, being off the regular ship lanes. October 20, 1893 I have not written for several days, too much to do. We were struck by a squall day before yesterday. Lost our main topsail. It split into ribbons before we could furl it. Broke a stay and almost carried away our topmast. We have been busy with repairs. A strange thing has happened. Ever since we sailed, several gulls have been following us. They have been well-fed with the table scraps the cook throws overboard. Today they left us. I wonder why; Benson noticed it and spoke of it, too! We are getting down nearer the equator and begin to notice the difference; the sun is blistering hot at noon. We have made excellent time, but Benson says that he will soon be in the region of calms. If we can only— October 21, 1893 The strangest thing happened since I last wrote. I guess that hunch of mine was correct after all. When I stopped writing yesterday, it was to go on deck. I heard shouting and the sound of running feet and went up to see what had happened. One of the men had sighted a sea monster. I never believed in such tales, but I do now. It was near enough so that we could see it clearly, a long snake like body, with large fins on the sides and one on its back. Its head was large and flattened, end¬ ing in a blunt snout. We estimated it to be at least a hundred feet long. It was brownish in color with a light belly and smooth, for its wet body glistened when it showed above the water. It approached within a hundred yards of the ship, then submerged. Benson is making sketches of it from memory. The men are all scared and want to shift our course for the nearest port. Benson said it wouldn’t bother us. Professor Smith thinks it is a survivor of some prehistoric species of aquatic monster. I cannot help but feel that there will be more trouble for us; my hunch is stronger than ever. October 22, 1893 We sighted the monster again today, about dusk. It came nearer this time. Wendle died just before noon lime. We buried him at once, for it isn ' t wise to keep a body long in the tropics. Benson read the burial ser¬ vice, and the body was dropped over the side, sewn up in a sailcloth shroud. This was about an hour before sunset. A very strange and horrible thing happened. We had not seen the monster all day, but about forty minutes after the burial the cook called our attention to something floating along side. It was the canvas in which Wendle had been wrapped. Then, a few minutes later, we saw the monster. I cannot write down what I think; it’s too ghastly. Everyone is badly shaken by this horrible accident. The crew are threatening to seize the ship and turn back if Benson will not change our course. It wouldn ' t do much good, for we have been in a flat calm for two days. Benson swears he will keep on as he has planned. The professor and I have agreed to stand with him. All kinds of stories are going around forward among the men. They talk of ships being destroyed by such mon¬ sters, and are raking up all the old sea tales they ever heard of. They are afraid the monster will come along side and attack us. October 24, 1893 We had wind again today. It was a relief to be mov¬ ing again. No sign of the monster all the morning. We all hoped that we had seen the last of it. Then, at two hells in the afternoon watch, the man at the wheel called out that he could see it astern. There it was about a quarter of a mile away. It stayed right there, and was there at dark, following us, keeping pace with the ves¬ sel. One of us three, aft, kept the deck all of the time, armed, and the crew. We are afraid they will mutiny if they get the chance. October 26, 1893 The thing is still following us. Yesterday we did not see it at all. We began to have hopes again that it was gone. The men were more cheerful and worked better. Then it appeared again just at dark. I wonder why it comes then? It is terrible when night comes. We watch astern and wonder. Is it there? It is enough to drive a man insane. Benson is beginning to weaken. I think that if this keeps on, he will order the course changed and make for the South American coast. That is nearest land. October 30, 1893 1 feel as if I were going mad. I don ' t know how to write what has happened. My hunch that this voyage was fated to end in some terrible manner was right. The monster has been following us day and night, always keeping along with the schooner. Last night after sun¬ down, just as the stars were beginning to come out, I heard a terrible scream on deck. It made my blood run cold; it was the cry of a man in mortal terror. Something made me glance through the porthole as I started for the deck. If I hadn’t, I would not be writing now Outside, dark against the sky, was the ugly, flat head of the monster, reared up close beside the vessel. There w as a heavy thud on deck and the schooner heeled over until I thought she was going on her beam ends. Then more screams and shouts. Some one fired two or three shots. Then all was still, again, a horrible still¬ ness, as if the world had stopped. The ship righted herself with a kind of shiver as if she were alive and had just shaken off some terrible burden. I lighted a lantern and went on deck. There was not a living soul to be seen. I called. I searched, no one. I found some horrible red stains, human blood. That is all; the monster had taken most of the men; the others had jumped in terror. 1 was alone, the only su rvivor of what had happened. I can ' t write any more now, as it would drive me mad. When I finished reading, Captain Perry asked me, “Do you think it is true? ' ’ “I don’t know what to think,” I told him. “I feel that every word is true; there is no proof, of course, but in these words you can sense sincerity and almost con¬ vincing truth.” As I walked home through the still, white streets, I could think of nothing but that man alone on that vessel, with the waiting monster somewhere about. I could picture him, there waiting. Waiting for what? Would it be rescue, death as his comrades had died, madness, what? Darkness would come on; the Southern Cross would shine high overhead. He wou ' d pace the deck alone, looking astern, wondering if the monster were still there; if it would come again; if it would come in the darkness. I know the answer will never be known; it is another one of the mysteries to which the silent deep alone holds the answer. Gardner Knapp ’36 MATH FOGY “Deuce,” cried Jill Tory decisively, and she slashed another serve at the feel of Larry Chandler. He re¬ turned it weakly, but Jill shot to his backhand, where he muffed it completely. “Set point,” she warned him, serving swiftly, but luckily both serves were outside. Larry had always thought his tennis game was good enough, but he was overwhelmed by this lithe, dark¬ haired girl’s bombardment of placement shots. He had never liked atheletic girls—too independent, especially this nonchalant brunette so sure of herself. It was much more restful to be with a quiet blonde such as Carol. He remembered how she liked to sit out most of their dances wherever they went. She was a relief to his jang¬ ling nerves after he had spent six hours trying to drill geometry into the heads of rebellious high school pupils. By the end of a school day, he felt like playing the role of a hermit. “Six-five,” his opponent panted. “One more game will end the set. Larry found he had to play harder than ever before to win that game. Jill wouldn’t give up until she had lost the deciding point. “May I take you home now, or would you rather wait for your brother?” “Oh, I suppose you might as well take me home. I can see Joe won’t pack up yet. That was a vivid set,” she admitted. “Joe said you ' re pretty good for an old math fogy. “Sometimes even old math fogies come out on top,” he remarked. “But I never went in for heavy tennis— couldn ' t find the time.” “Don’t talk to me about time until you know what it ' s like to be the only girl in a family of four brothers and a literary mother. If it weren’t for mother’s spark of genius, there’d be another family on the welfare list. Every time an inspiration comes to her, mom drops everything and disappears into the den for the rest of the day. One time she was baking pies, two puddings, and broiling lamb chops for dinner, but suddenly she snapped her fingers and said, “I have it, Jill. Finish up here while I jot it down before it’s gone.” At that mo¬ ment I happened to be dressing for a dance, but I changed velvet for a smock, and the date was called off. Don’t think I’m complaining—it isn’t worth it—but when will I ever get to law school? That’s one of my ambitions,” she explained, “to baffle a jury in the near future.’ Larry recollected the stories Joe had told about Jill s various ambitions and escapades. Her fourteenth summer, she had brought home a lion cub, which she kept in the backyard until the day it killed the neigh¬ bor’s cat. And one day while Mrs. Tory had been shop¬ ping in Boston, she had glanced with curiosity at a cos¬ metic counter where a young girl was haranguing the mob about the merits of Smootho Cold Cream. The har- anguer was none other than Jill, at that time seveenteen. Joe had also said that in the nick of time she had been snatched off a boat bound for India, where she had in¬ tended to be a missionary. Jill’s voice broke into his thoughts with the words, “But someone has to make a little cash some time.” “Your two older brothers work, don’t they?” he in¬ quired. “The oldest lost his job a month ago, and the other one still works, but his wife has to work, too. And poor Joe, how’ll he ever get through two more years of Tech? Saturday is the only time he can do anything other than work and study.” “You know, you and Joe aren’t anything alike,” Larry observed. “Joe’s exactly like poor Dad was before he died— interested in engineering and all that. Well, here’s the jumping off place,” and Larry stopped the car before a large, shabby, colonial house with stately pillars, “Hi there, Goliath,” Jill cried, and out bounded a monster half dog—half wolf, who leaped onto Larry with gusto. “Look out for—oh, he’s gone and done it. It’s too bad; he’s in the biting mood today,” and Jill examined the gash on Larry’s hand. “You’ll have to come in and get it fixed, I suppose,” she added begrudgingly. “Why don’t you dispose of that creature?” Larry wanted to know, while Jill smeared iodine on the bite. “He’s a menace—fit for the dog catcher.” “It’s a shame he had to annoy us both this way,” the girl agreed, “but he’s such a dear. I wouldn’t part with Goliath for the world. Why, when he was only a month old, he took a big piece out of a tin can. He’s a won¬ der!’ and she slammed the cellar door so that Goliath couldn ' t attack Larry again. To Larry, who enjoyed dinner at Carol Christie’s house that evening, her home seemed warm and cozy. A fire burned on the hearth, and Carol amused her guest by relating the gruesome details of a rummage sale where she had sold second-hand gloves. “It completely wore me out,” she concluded, “and if it hadn’t been for the benefit of the Improvement Society, I never would have done it. Larry smiled condescendingly and noted how luscious the Christie cooking always tasted. Carol’s mother stressed the fact that her daughter had cooked the whole meal herself and had even done the marketing. He and Carol seemed to agree on most things. She fitted so nicely with his plans. Larry had always planned his life way ahead, such as the time that he had decided to become the salutatorian of his class. Seven years ago, he had known that in 1934 he would be attempting to teach high school geometry. He had known he would marry Carol the minute he saw her; somehow she had just naturally slipped into his plans. But the over-exercising game of tennis had made him restless. “Let’s go to a movie,” he suggested to Carol, who was contentedly curled up on the couch before the fireplace. “But it’s so cozy here, and the movies are trashy late ly,” she objected. “Let’s just sit here and talk. I’d much rather.” Around eleven o’clock, Carol was half dozing every so often, so Larry left the house shortly after eleven. He remembered that he had better drop in and talk over a difficult technical problem with Joe, but since it was Saturday night, Joe was still out. Instead he found Jill sitting in the middle of the living room floor reading poetry to the burning logs in the fireplace. “You again,” she murmured. Then, “Don’t tell me you’re interested in modern poetry?” She had notice his longing glance at a scrap-book of Emily Dickinson’s poems. “Yes, another surprising quality about an old math fogy. But don’t worry, I won’t bother you; I’m going right along.” “Oh, no, please, I didn’t mean to be crabby. Any¬ one will tell you I’m awfully impolite, but stay and listen to this one of John Gould Fletcher’s, if you like.” Larry would like to, most certainly. He had for¬ gotten about poetry until this evening. He had decided long ago, that poetry was a foolish waste of time. Even though it had fascinated him, poetry hadn’t fitted into those practical plans of his—he had abandoned it. Jill read, “Green Symphony” in modulated, silver tones. “The glittering leaves of the rhododendrons Balance and vibrate in the cool air; While in the sky above them White clouds chase each other. Like scampering rabbits, Flashes of sunlight sweep the lawn; They fling in passing Patterns of shadow, Golden and green. He absorbed her every word thoroughly with a yearn¬ ing to make up for the lost years he had been deprived of one of the finest things in life. Jill read him Edna St. Vincent Millay, Vachel Lindsay, and a number of others until late that night when Joe came home. By that time, problems were all forgotten. Larry felt strangely excited and restless the next day, and at school Monday, he was vaguely mixed up. The pupils seemed especially stupid, and something ruffled his usual calm and harmonious state of mind. He hadn ' t proposed to Carol, as he had intended to do last evening. The answer was certain to be yes; he would ask her tonight. But to Carol, as she walked down the street toward the center of the town; the situation was rather per¬ plexing. She had thought he would pop the question last evening for sure, but his attitude towards her had been most puzzling. At the first of the evening he had been sweet to her, but as the time wore on, even on the moon lit terrace, a tenseness had filled the atmosphere. She liked Larry. He was good-looking and was earning enough to support her. Their ideas usually coincided, and he certainly wasn’t a psychological problem—. Suddenly it happened. As she neared the high school driveway, a roar resounded from the building, and a flash penetrated the air. Then flames and smoke darted from the corner room on the third floor. It was the chemistry lab, and the fire was already spreading rapid¬ ly to the next room. Carol could hardly remember what happened in the din that followed. People poured forth from the doors of the building in hysterical con¬ fused excitement. Alarms rang, flames roared; every¬ one shrieked and pushed and mobbed in a mad frenzy. The air became thicker with dense smoke, although everyone seemed to be out of the building swarming away from it in terror. Firemen had not yet arrived, but the engines could be heard tearing madly down the street. Then a hideous shriek pierced the air, as a girl, begging for help, leaned out of a smoke filled window. The onlookers were frozen with horror as she sank back out of sight. A stir at the opposite end of the building soon caught the crowd’s attention as the burning figure of Larry emerged from the mass of flames. Bystanders ripped his clothes from his body and stamped out the flames. Carol was sickened by the thought that he hadn’t tried to save the girl. She felt that he was a coward of the first degree, and she left the scene in agony. Carol never knew how she got home. The flames, the confusion, and the thought of Larry’s cowardice had stifled her. Hours later, she found herself on the couch in the den and was informed that Larry was in the liv¬ ing room. But the repulsive thoughts of the fire surged over her. “Larry is a coward,” she told her mother, and she hysterically called him a barbarous demon and an inhuman fiend. Larry left the house in disgust, little heeding the apologizing Mrs. Christie. Somehow he felt not even the slightest regret after realizing that all was over between Carol and him. He never could love or admire her again. He had needed sympathy and un¬ derstanding after a horrible experience; she had even refused to see him. When he reached home, physically and mentally agonized, he tried to rest, to forget all that had happened, but his thoughts spun around in his head viciously. He longed to talk to someone; he re¬ alized helplessly the someone was Jill. In spite of her abrupt manner, she would understand and soothe his present anguish. He remembered how she had looked reading the lines of poetry, her dark eyes sparkling, her shiny hair pushed carelessly away from olive cheeks, her graceful body at ease while curled up on the rug, the light from the fireplace dancing and flickering with her emotions. Ten minutes later, he hurried in Jill’s front door pursued by Goliath. “Larry,” she exclaimed when they were alone. “What happened? There must have been a reason why you didn’t save that girl. Every one says you left without making an effort to rescue her. They’re wrong—-it isn’t true, is it?” “No,’ he replied quietly. “It’s hideous to talk about, Jill, but by the time I had found out where she was, she had—burned to death. I tried to drag her charred body out of the blaze, but it was impossible. “I’m sorry,” he ended, seeing Jill’s sickened expression. “I shouldn’t have told you that way.” “I’m glad you did,” she replied quickly. “I feel much better knowing what really did happen.” She looked up at him. For a minute the room was very still. Hope Littlefield ’35 SALT, MOLASSES, AND LOVE “There, the last dish is done now,” laughed Anne, as she wiped her pretty hands on a homespun towel and untied her apron strings. She smiled up at the tall young officer who had been helping her. “Thank you for your help, Lieutenant.” “You know I love to help you, Anne,” answered the British officer, Allan Graves, as he looked into her laughing blue eyes. “You have more time for evening walks when I help you.” “That is true,” Anne stated simply. Her Puritan manner still seemed quaint to this British officer who had been boarding at Anne Cutcliffe’s house in Massa¬ chusetts for nearly six months. Lieutenant Graves had been sent to the Colonies, with his superior officer. Captain Handren, by the commis¬ sioner of customs in England. For, the year before, in 1696, an act had been passed in England which meant the presence in America of various officials armed with the power of searching ships, warehouses, and wharves for suspected goods, and of special courts for the try¬ ing of offenders. Captain Handren and Allen Graves had been commissioned to investigate smuggling in Massachusetts. The Colonists had not been obeying the Acts of Trade. They were not paying duty on certain commodities which were imported from foreign ports. These Acts of Trade had been a real hardship to t he Colonists. Nearly every product which brought any profit at all to the people had a large duty on it. Al¬ though England might prosper through this scheme, those in America lost a great deal of their profit on every cargo. They tried to rebel against this tax by smug¬ gling wares into the ports. Therefore, British officers were stationed to stop all illegal trade. Anne Cutcliffe’s father, John, was the owner of a trading schooner, “The Prime,” which shipped lumber to the West Indies and brought back sugar, molasses, and rum. The heavy duty on the imports from the West Indies was paid by the returns from the lumber. How¬ ever, John Cutcliffe was making very little profit. “Father is expecting his ship to return soon,” Anne mentioned, as the two young people caught sight of John Cutcliffe and Captain Handren coming towards them. “Yes, it has been gone a long time. I wonder how your father made out with the lumber today. I think he is planning to have it ready soon for another ship¬ ment, isn’t he?” “Father, I think, can answer that better than I,” said Anne. “What is this question that I can answer so well, my child?” asked a sturdy man, glancing slyly at the cap¬ tain and smiling down on the young people who were seated on a rude wooden bench. John Cutcliffe loved his fair daughter very much. She looked much as her mother, Julia, had when he first knew her. She had the same golden tint to her light blond hair. It fell in a soft wave around her face in the same way, and short wisps of hair curled on the hack of her neck under the low pug, just as Julia’s had. Her blue eyes were a little brighter, her lips a little redder, and the dimple in her cheek a little deeper than her mother’s. This was because Julia had not smiled often. She was not well, and she had died when Anne was only four year old. John liked the young officer, too. There was some¬ thing very frank about his smile. He watched him now, with a twinkle in his eye, as the ruddy cheeks of the dark-haired young man became redder under his mean¬ ing glances. Allan rose, saluted Captain Handren, and greeted Anne’s father. “We were discussing your lumber ship¬ ment, sir.” “Oh, so that is it. Well, I will have the lumber ready for the next shipment by tomorrow. I expect ‘The Prime’ will dock soon. I am anxious to know what the returns are, this time. By the way, Captain Handren, how did you come out today?” “We have not located the offenders yet,” answered the captain, a well-dressed man of middle age. “We have only a few more wharves to visit, and if we don’t find the smugglers tomorrow, I am sure we won’t know what to do.” “Well, I can’t figure out who it would be. I hope you succeed, but I doubt it. Come, Anne, tomorrow will be a busy day for all of us, and it is getting quite dark now. The coming of darkness meant that John Cutcliffe’s work for that day was finished. But the task of some men who were very closely connected with John Cut¬ cliffe was only about to begin. If you had gone down the coast about two miles from the Cutcliffe home, you would have come upon a trading schooner which had just anchored at the wharf. The decks were swarming with men. Someone who seemed to be in charge was giving orders in an excited manner. Men, bearing light¬ ed torches, hurried to land on the wharf, and with mir¬ aculous swiftness to unload large boxes from the boat. Four hours later, the wharf and decks were deserted. The task had been completed. By the time the sun peeped into the kitchen the next morning and flooded it with a warm light, Anne had prepared a simple breakfast and was setting it before the three men. The British officers were dressed for rid¬ ing. After the meal, Allan hurried to the town stable, where their fine horses were kept, and soon returned on a shiny chestnut horse, leading, by a rope, a black beauty which Captain Handren mounted. Anne could not resist rubbing the soft noses of the beautiful crea¬ tures and gave each one a piece of sugar, although it was quite a luxury. Then, the two officers set out, look¬ ing very fine indeed in their large, flowing capes, knee breeches, and shiny riding boots. They doffed their hats politely, and then cantered out of sight. “He’s a fine lad, Anne,” John Cutcliffe interrupted his daughter’s thoughts, as she looked after the two men. Her father’s words made Anne flush suddenly. “Yes, father. He rides very well, doesn’t he?” “Don’t let your heart turn your head, dear,” counsel¬ ed her father, and then with a laugh, he strode off in the direction of the warehouse, where he and other men of the town were making ready the shipment of lumber. Anne had much to do, today. She was accustomed to work, for she had been born in this very house, twenty years ago, and she had never known the luxuries to which the people of England were accustomed and which her father or her friends often mentioned. Anne was just covering with a cloth the last steam¬ ing loaf of bread which she had baked, when she was startled by a loud knock on the door. Looking out, she was surprised to see the captain of her father’s ship, ‘The Prime.’ He was a man of about thirty-five years of age, with sharp features and dark hair. Anne noticed his fine clothes and the smile of self-satisfaction on his face. She had never liked him and never felt quite happy when he was around. Anne could not understand her feeling toward this man. She had no particular reason for disliking him, for he was always very kind to her. She sighed, smoothed back her hair, and opened the door. “Good day, Captain Robinson ' she greeted. “Good day, Mistress CutclifTe. You seemed surprised to see me.” “Oh, yes. I am a little surprised. I did not know The Prime’ had returned.” “We arrived some time ago but have been delayed by the customs. “Oh, how did you come out with the cargo this trip? Father has seemed so worried lately. Were the returns good?” asKed the girl. “Well, there was more profit than before. The lum¬ ber brings a good price, now, but the duties are so high on sugar, molasses, and rum that we can barely pay them with the money from the lumber sale. So the pro¬ fit will never be very much.” “Yes, that is true. But,” she added, “it is more ex¬ pensive in the end not to pay the duties, for the British officers have no pity for smugglers. Lieutenant Graves has told me that offenders are punished very severely and are imprisoned in England.” “Well, Captain Robinson,” greeted an eager voice, as John CutclifTe entered his house, “I have been ex¬ pecting you. How did we come out this time?” “A little better, sir. I trust everything will meet your approval.” “Yes, yes. Where is the cargo now? You did not land at our wharf, I see. When did you bring her in?” asked the ship owner eagerly. The captain shifted uneasily. But before he had lime to answer, the British officers rode up to the house and entered. Captain Robinson had never met these of¬ ficials so he was soon introduced to Captain Handren and Lieutenant Graves. “So you are the Captain of ‘The Prime’ Robinson,” stated Captain Handren. “We have just seen your ship. She is quite a trim little vessel. Isn’t she, Lieutenant?” “Yes, sir, she is,” answered Allan Graves, looking at his officer with a disturbed scowl, quite strange to him. Captain Handren turned to John Cutcliffe, “Sir, we have discovered that a certain cargo of sugar, molasses, and rum was landed last night, at an insignificant place only two miles from here. It was unloaded under cover of darkness, while the British customs officials and in¬ vestigators were sleeping soundly. Now, the ship which was carrying this precious cargo was ‘The Prime.’ We are not making any accusations as yet, sir, but every¬ thing looks rather dark. I am sorry that we have to make this statement before we had collected more of the facts.” John CutclifTe seemed to be in daze. He searched the face of this man. What was he saying? It could not be true. Then he looked at his daughter, Anne, but she had hid her face in fright. Allan Graves had turned his back on the group and was pacing up and down the room in a thoughtful yet nervous way. So John Cut¬ clifTe turned to the captain of his ship. In his face he caught a single look of terror which quickly changed to pretended surprise. But a sly glint remained in his eye. “I guess we can’t get away with it, sir, he said, ad¬ dressing John CutclifTe. “No, it isn ' t true,” shouted the man, desperately. “I don’t know anything about it. Oh, Anne, darling,’ ’ he pleaded, turning to his daughter, “believe your father. How horrible this must be for you. But I knew nothing about this.” The dejected man seemed utterly broken He had been accused of smuggling, and even his only daughter seemed to distrust him. He well realized what it would mean to be found guilty of the charge. Allan Graves, still pacing the floor nervously, was also thinking what it would mean if John CutclifTe was proved guilty. He had never realized until now that he loved Anne. But when suddenly he seemed forced to hurt her, he realized how hard it was. All evidence seemed to indicate that John had been guilty of smug¬ gling. As a loyal subject of his sovereign, he must prosecute anyone who defied his laws. But if Anne’s father was ruined, he Allan Graves, would be the cause of the terrible unhappiness and suffering of the girl whom he loved more than anyone else. What could he do to clear John Cutcliffe and right himself in the eyes of the girl? His attention was drawn again to the wretched man, as he suddenly addressed Captain Robin¬ son. “What do you know of this?” “Why, n-nothing, sir.” “I beg your pardon, but I believe you know every¬ thing about this. I only know that Mr. Cutcliffe is in nocent. If you can prove that you know nothing—” “I think if I do the questioning, it would be much easier for everyone,” broke in Captain Handren. “Please sit down,” he added motioning John Cutcliffe to a bench. “We may as well try to untangle this unfortunate situa¬ tion now. You say you know nothing about this affair.” “Positively, sir. I have barely cleared the expense of my shipments on every voyage. Captain Robinson reports to me and brings me the returns. I have trusted him, of course. I have been so busy with the lumber end of my trading that I have never thought of investi¬ gating the payment of duties. Lately when the returns have been so poor, I have begun to worry, thinking that the West Indian merchants were not paying enough for the lumber. But now, I see it all clearly.” He turned to his daughter who now stood beside him and assuring- ly put her arms around his neck. “Anne knows that I have not profited. I believe my captain has been un¬ faithful. I can think of no one else.” Captain Robinson winced under the piercing glances of the British officer and John Cutcliffe. He was a cow¬ ard and could not meet these keen looks. He had thought that, by escaping the duties, he would make a great profit, a thing accomplished. He had to pay a small percentage to his crew in order to keep them quiet. Robinson thought his wealth would attract Anne Cut¬ cliffe to him, and thereby he could marry the daughter of the man whom he was cheating. In jerky sentences, he finally confessed what he had ( done. Quickly the officers obtained the details of his act, and Allan Graves hasten to obtain a warrant for his arrest. Not until this was signed, and the former captain of “The Prime,” conducted by John Cutcliffe and Captain Handren, had been taken to the court, where he was to stay for a while, did Allan Graves become fully relieved. “Oh, Anne, dear, he said addressing her for the first time since he had come back with Captain Handren from the neighboring wharf, “please forgive me. Try to forget that I ever had anything to do with his un¬ happy day. I feel so miserable. I have hurt you, when LIFE AND PEOPLE “What a great old world this is, after all!” Haven’t you often often heard someone, fairly bursting with joy enthusiastically say this when that person has just had an especially good time or has recently received some good news? Everyone can’t always be happy, but life has its big moments for all of us. The crisp, frosty air of fall, the roaring and cheering of enthusiastic football fans gaily bedecked with bright colors, urging their team on to victory, the thrill of racing down a toboggan slide, then shooting like an arrow across the white expanse of glit¬ tering snow, the feeling of supressed excitement when entering a dance, and the exultation of achievement after mastering a difficult problem—all these, and more like them, furnish highlights in our lives and give us some¬ thing to look forward to. However, life has its unhappy dark moments as well as its gay ones. In these days of depression and diffi¬ cult times, it is not always easy to enjoy life and to see any benefits in it, or to find any occupation or pastime other than striving to earn money enough to live on. To some people, life is just an unending drudge, an eter¬ nal striving and straining every nerve in order to live. But there is always some joy in life, although some¬ times we are not conscious of its presence. In every¬ thing we do we can find some pleasure if we are look¬ ing for it. The cheery, happy person is always hailed with enthusiasm everywhere. Everyone likes someone who is alive and is enjoying life vigorously and zestfully. Those who have learned the benefits derived from trying to see the bright side of life and from being cheer¬ ful in spite of all their hardships have acquired one of the greatest assets and secrets of life, and will, no doubt, gain success and happiness, for they have learned how to combat life, how to keep smiling, and how to per¬ severe in anything they attempt. Priscilla Eisenhaure ’35 THOUGHT Come, my weary schoolmates, and drift away from all your cares and worries upon the wings of thought. Think of the places you would like to go to or the things I wish to do anything but that. I never realized how much I wanted to make you happy until I felt that I had made you so very unhappy. I love you so much dear; don’t you understand?” he asked as he looked into her rather questioning eyes. “Yes, Allan, I do,” returned the earnest maid. “You have made me very happy,” she added softly and smiled into his tender dark eyes. “Anne?” he asked quietly. “You may ask father. He can answer better than I, Lieutenant.” Phyllis Comey ’35 you would like to do, for in your thoughts the wildest dreams come true. In thought we are left unconfined and are free to follow our every desire. We may change our appear¬ ance, our belongings, or our surroundings, and become who’er we like. We may become heroes or adventurer- ers and do wonderful deeds. We may go to distant places or foreign lands. We may change the climate and have sunny skies or softly falling snow-flakes. In short, we are all kings, and the whole world our play¬ thing to do with as we wish. Truly one’s thoughts are one’s castle, for each and every one of us has hopes and dreams and wishes that our thoughts alone can tell. In the secrets of our thoughts we leave our faults and our mistakes behind us. We gayly trip along the pleasant path of dreams come true, forgetful of our worldly life, in our great de¬ light in the endless realm of thoughtful fancy. But memories are sometimes the sweetest of all our thoughts. As we live over again in our minds things gone forever, we can recall our dearest pleasures in the happy days gone by. We can see the faces of our loved friends or relatives who are far away or have left this world of care and toil for a haven of rest and peace. We live again in the dear scenes and familiar surround¬ ings that time has changed so much. Surely our memo¬ ries are priceless treasures to each and everyone of us. Still, memories belong mostly to the aged who have lived their time in retrospect of their golden years. To youth the realm of thought stretches away to the ful¬ fillment of hopes, dreams, ambitions, desires, and yearn¬ ings, so that each one gathers renewed strength and spirit from his innermost thoughts with which to face the struggle of our actual world. Sheldon Skolfield ’35 IN FACT, A SENIOR When a student has become a senior, it is time that he should become regimented, a senior in fact, as well as in name. Instead of acting childishly in the corridor and classes, snickering, running, and making himself bothersome, the senior should be reliable and dignified. Neither should anyone of the graduating class sanction n 5v ESSAYS and encourage troublemakers by laughing at their ac¬ tions. A cold glance or a disinterested look can stop others from fooling, much more quickly than anything the teacher in charge can say. By now, at least, the senior should begin to take a real interest in his work. If he hopes to continue to higher institutions of learning, nothing is more im¬ portant than really studying the last year in high school. By doing this, he does not have to become a bookworm. He can of course, still enjoy all social functions. An all around senior should be a member of one of the athletics teams; members of the school teams very often stand high in their studies. Football, baseball, and other sports improve the health and strengthen the body. A healthy condition helps one to study well and think clearly. The best way to achieve good marks in the senior year is to start off doing all the assigned homework and continue doing it all the rest of the year. It is not a matter of great importance to the teachers whether you pass or not. Do not take it for granted that all teachers are natural enemies and refuse to do the work they as¬ sign. You are only spiting yourself, not the instructors. The ideal senior should be studious, athletic, re¬ liable, and mature. In fact, how many such senior have W6 ? Richard Shaeffer ’35 NEW YEAR’S CUSTOMS The celebration of New Year’s Day has been a ma¬ jor event since before Christ’s birth. The Egyptians and Romans held great feasts on that day, and made rich sacrifices to various gods to insure good luck for the coming year. During the days of Rome’s splendor a whole week was often given over to revelry. Newly elected officials assumed their duties at that time, gifts were exchanged, and everyone had a general good time. We know that the whole world today celebrates New Year’s Day, but we do not all know of the unique cus¬ toms that have been practiced in certain countries. Some of the most quaint of these customs, dating back to William the Conqueror, come to us from the olden days in England, Scotland, and Wales. A few of these curious rites still prevail in the country sections. For instance, it was customary for all young people, on the stroke of twelve, to rush off to the nearest well, and whoever drank first was sure of good luck for the ensuing year. In many homes the Wassail Bowl was a necessary part of the celebration. Wassail comes from the Saxon, “wass” and “hall” meaning “to your health.” At twelve o’clock the host took a sip of the warm drink in the bowl and then passed it around to each of his guests, who followed suit, each making some appropriate wish, as he drank, for his neighbor’s luck and happiness. The New Year of those days was rather hard on a fair-complexioned man, for if he were the first to enter a neighbor’s house on that day, it was considered very bad luck, whereas if a man of dark complexion entered first, it meant good luck. Another custom very like this was the superstition that it was unlucky for a person to go out of his home on New Tear s Day until someone had entered it, or to give a present until he had received one. If people all adhered to this rule, one wonders how they ever got any¬ where, or did anything. The old kings and queens of England, although re¬ puted to be rich, were really rather poor, and one of their methods of obtaining money was this: they would make it known ahead of time that they expected New Year’s gifts, and since this was equal to a royal com¬ mand, no one dared to refuse them. Consequently at this time they would be deluged with money, precious stones, rich clothing, and presents of every description, thus replenishing the treasury quite painlessly. What Christmas is to us, New Year’s is to the Chinese and Japanese. It is the biggest day of their year. Both countries prepare for it with great care, cleaning house and decorating with pine and bamboo. The streets, stores, and houses are beautifully decorated with pic¬ tures, signs, flags and family crests. On New Year’s Day “The Feasts of Lanterns” is held and every family, no matter how poor, hangs out several colorful paper lan¬ terns. At night these are all lighted, and it is a marvel¬ ous thing to see street upon street lined with glowing lights, which reflect the happy faces thronging beneath them. Everyone stays up to see the old year out, and many awake early to worship the first rising sun of the New Year. The French people celebrate New Year’s Day also. They give presents to their friends, generally in the form of cakes and fancy rolls. Sometimes during the day, if a town of any size is concerned, a parade is held, and all sorts of grotesque figures are brought to light. How¬ ever, the French do not seem to have the quaint and distinctly individual customs concerning this day which are found in England. In America, especially in the South before the Civil War, New Year’s Day was one on which to visit your friends, and make new ties, as well as strengthen the old. Everybody held “open house,” and people came and went as they pleased. So you see New Year’s Day has not changed much down through the ages. We still sit up as our ancestors did to watch the old year out and to ring in the New with shouts and rejoicing that we are still here to do it, as we shall be for many years to come. Frances Jewett ’36 A DAY IN INDIA The day to most foreign inhabitants in India seemed a long, drawn out affair, but to the younger set, it proved itself all too short. During the months of December, January, and Feb¬ ruary, the young people are home from their respective boarding schools, and they take advantage of their free¬ dom from school routine and discipline, by racing about like many wild animals let loose. The clubs of the station keep open house for the young set, and al¬ though the young people raise a general rumpus, they are tolerated for a few short months. I’m going to ask you to transfer yourself just for a day to India and follow me from early morning to night, so you will get a better idea of the life the white people live in India. The day for me, as for most of the young people in the station, starts at the unearthly hour of five in the morning. I roll from beneath the mosquito netting and scramble into my breeches and boots while Ayah (nurse) tries to make peace with the Sais (stableman) who im¬ patiently holds my stamping steed. Ayah straps on my topi (sun helmet) while I pull on my gloves and then with a spring to the saddle, I gallop through the gate to join my friends at the Cavalry Riding School. Our ride leads us across country, now walking lei¬ surely along; then scrambling up a steep incline, to slide and shuffle down on the other side; then a bracing gal¬ lop across the sun-baked miadan (common) or a run around the race track taking the hurdles as we rush along! The morning mist rises before us, and a thin line of blue smoke hovers over the tiny village huts as the hot tropical sun rises higher and higher in the cloudless sky. Our ride ends, and we have breakfast at the home of one of the crowd, and it certainly is a noisy, fun throb¬ bing affair. About ten o’clock, perhaps, I have a golf match to play off, and after hours of whacking one of those in¬ significant little pills about the country-side, we again gather at the little concrete Golf Club House, to sip cool drinks and discuss our game. After tiffen (eleven-thirty) the whole town quiets down. The bosses from the steel plant and the officers from the army take a siesta from noon to three o’clock every afternoon. All India, black and white, large and small, sleep or rest during these hours, the hottest hours of the day. The natives themselves roll up in gaudy blankets and stretch out under a shady tree. After four o’clock the whole place is astir again. A tea at the church or a bridge tournament attracts the ladies; the golf club steals the men, while a polo game or an officers’ tea at Beldih Club draws the youngsters. It is after four o’clock that we adopt regular summer at¬ tire minus the awkard topi, as the sun is well down by then. The usual sunset comes at six o’clock, after which the country is plunged into complete darkness until the moon rises. Dinner time is a festive hour whether a simple family affair or an elaborate party. All the people dress in India for dinner, somehow clinging to the old English custom to keep them aware of their nationality and take them closer to the land of their birth. There are dances, moonlight picnics, or hunts to amuse the pleasure seeking folk after dinner. The moonlight in India is, as the tourist says, “some¬ thing to write home about.” Without exaggeration it is as bright as day! My father often sat out in the com¬ pound reading the paper with only the moon for light. Night in Jamshedpur, the place where I lived, is until midnight, a maze of jazz music, roaring motors, and happy, laughing people. But after midnight, when the saxophones are quiet, and the shutters of the bunga¬ lows are dark, India comes into its own, with screaming of jackals, rumbling of bullock carts, and beating of na¬ tive drums, as it has been for centuries and will be until the end of time. Dorothy Steele ’36 ISLANDS AND PORTS OF THE SPANISH MAIN Many years ago, the interesting yet sometimes bar¬ ren, desolate islands of the Spanish Main were visited by Columbus and the Spanish and English Pirates. Even now, we wonder whether these rovers of the old world find many changes in the general aspect of the Spanish Main. To be sure, a few changes have been brought about by the influence of civilization. Paved streets, the huge estates of the rich, and trade with the white man have all been introduced, but the native remains pri¬ marily the same. He still is content to live in his small thatched hut, to travel on the donkey or mule, which is a necessary part of every household, and to live on what he can find growing wild. The family life in this warm climate is very simple. The mother, wearing vivid colorful garments, simple but practical in design, takes care of her numerous dark- skinned children who tumble about in the sunshine, as nature made them. The father has no other duty than to procure enough food for his family. This is an easy delightful task, since it necessitates merely walking a few steps into the jungle-like vegetation of the islands to find and pick numerous wild fruits. Some of the islands are barren and desolate, but most of them are very colorful and beautiful. Of the group, St. Thomas is one of the most import¬ ant islands, although its general aspect is that of a few, unsheltered, cheerless buildings huddled together on the water-front, their unpainted frames repressing any de¬ sire one may have had to see land after days at sea. But there is some good to be found in everything; St. Thom¬ as accounts for its being, by acting as the necessary coaling station for steamers coming from Europe to go through the Panama Canal, and for ships coming from South America to the United States. The islands of the Spanish Main are owned by sever¬ al different nations, and a sister refueling station of St. Thomas is Curaco, an extremely quaint island, owned by the Dutch. Curaco is most proud of her huge pon¬ toon bridge which is opened as far as it will go no matter how small the ship which is sailing through. Though large, hearty policemen are characteristic of any Amercian city, in Curaco, the mammoth men, wearing straw hats cocked on one side, and carrying sharp swords are even more impressive to those unused to them. On a mountain overlooking St. Thomas, Blue Beard’s Castle is located, made from coral rock. One part is formed like a tower from which Blue Beard watched for ships which he plundered. The island of Trinidad is perhaps the most interest¬ ing and colorful of the islands of the Spanish Main. As the name suggests, Trinidad is for the most part inhabit¬ ed by Hindus who have their own temples, religion, and dress in the same fashion as the inhabitants of India. Ibis island is an English possession and is one of the most prosperous islands. In Trinidad is located the famous Asphalt Lake which has been in use for more than a century. As soon as the asphalt is taken out, an¬ other supply quickly replenishes it. The natives of other islands are very poor in comparison with the natives of Trinidad, for the latter have established a thriving busi¬ ness. One of the most prosperous seaports in South Am¬ erica is La Guanya, Venezuela which appears to be hud¬ dled at the foot of the snow-capped Andes Mountains, lhe squat houses of pastel pinks, blues, greens and burnt orange contrast sharply with the looming moun¬ tains in the background. La Guanya, in the heart of the Spanish Main, is the principal port of entry to Cara¬ cas, capital of Venezuela. The ascent into the Andes is both remarkable and breath-taking. The roads which are ascended by automobiles are the best to be found in South America and wind upward around sharp hairpin turns through beautiful, colorful scenery. Sud¬ denly, at the height of about four thousand feet in the distance below appears Caracas, surrounded by moun¬ tains, appearing like a valuable gem of delicate color¬ ing in a setting of various shades of dark green and browns. Haiti may be distinguished from the other islands in the fact that it is unbearably warm, and even to ascend the high mountains which rise high above the clouds from the shimmering waters of the Caribbean gives little relief. It is here in the mountains of Haiti that the col¬ ored president of the island has his summer home, which is guarded night and day by huge, black men. Around the President’s home, which is very pretentious and beau¬ tiful, may be found great forests of mohogany trees that lend fitting dignity to the home of the President. The natives of Haiti are even poorer than the natives of other islands of the Spanish Main, and live in small huts made from mud with roofs of banana leaves. The vegetation is so thick and the heat is so intense that the natives do not have either to work or to weave many clothes. So these island people of the Spanish Main survive day by day, year by year, most of them working little and enjoying life in much the same way as their ances¬ tors did many generations ago when Columbus sailed th rough their waters and the Spanish and English pi¬ rates navigated it in search of rich plunder. Now when we steam into their harbors, the islands still remain un¬ changed and little influenced by civilization. Antoinette Dick ’37 as told to Priscilla Eisenhaure ’35 TULIP TIME IN HAARLEM Come, spend a few moments with me and explore the tulip industry of Holland and picture the exquisite, superb, and stately flowers. Haarlem, with its rich and fertile soil, is the center of industry in the tulip country. The Dutch gardeners early found that bulbs thrived and developed into flowers of the most intense beauty in their moist, rich, and fertile soil. After experimenting with bulbs, particularly the tulip, the Dutch realized the ac¬ complishment of fortunes if they could get varieties of tulips and other bulbs from all over the world, and then concentrate on the development of the bulb industry. Their visions have become realities. Today their bulbs are transported to the farthest corners of the world. While wandering through our public gardens in tuLp time, we are filled with the beauty of our tulip beds, but tulip time in Haarlem on a scale of the greatest magni¬ tude makes us forget our small tulip beds. Vision acres and acres of tulips stretching far away to the low horizon in neat checker board squares; tulips of creamy white, snowy white, and salmon pink; tulips which have a dull purple tint; tulips of brilliant scarlet, red, azure blue, and of canary yellow, and tulips varie¬ gating from a light tint of orange. All add to a most dazzling, impressive, and singular beauty. The greatest contrast in this vividly colored patchwork quilt is the delicate black tulip, which is the result of years of dauntless labor in the tulip industry. The pathetic side of the tulip existence is that no es¬ sence can be extracted from these glorious blossoms, which, when full blown, must be plucked off by hand to improve the blossoms. These blossoms, when gathered up, are put in canal boats and carried off to be preserved as a fertilizer for the next year. Some blossoms, caught in a gust of wind, are whirled through the air or blown into the canals. They sail along toward the sea, making the canal look like a living bed of tulips. These masses of color, touched by the early morning or late afternoon sun, make of Haarlem, a varitable Garden of Eden. This verse by Dumas is a perfect conception of the tulip. “Nous somrnes les filles du feu secret, Du feu qui circule dans les veins de la terre; Nous somrnes les filles de l aurore et de la rosee Nous somrnes les filles de l’air, Nous somrnes les filles de 1’eau; Mais nous somrnes avant les filles du ciel.” Mildred Yates ’37 Nat: It’s raining cats and dogs outside. Stub: You’re telling me? I just ran into a poodle. Carol: What makes Channonhouse look so queer? Larry: He punched a fellow who was chewing tobac¬ co. POETRY MORNING IN HARLEM There were some tall buildings of dark red brick, And broad crowded apartments—, But on one busy street There was a break in the buildings. And on a plot of dark earth From which spirited sprigs Of dark green grass emerged, Spurred on by a gay patch of sunshine, There stood a massive oak, tall and without limbs, Black as were the buildings that shadowed it. And this was the only interlude of freshness— In a spring of cement and bricks. As the grey walks became filled with endless Lines of people, People in gay colors, The skeleton of the past would watch them come and go. Now and then one would watch him, And white shoes would make imprints on the moist black soil, And a man would pray to the tree— On a spring morning in Harlem. Note: Until a short time ago, there stood in New York’s Harlem, a tree which was a “wishing tree” for the dusky stage workers. Any theatrical artist who was out of a job or down in his luck would pray at this tree, and the tree, so says tradition, would surely set him right. This bit of fact inspired this poem. Parke W. Masters ’35 AMERICA SINGS From a far off foreign forest Where an “oompah, oompah” rings, (Mixed with lions’ roars, and tigers’) Come the songs America sings. Where some stuttering southern savage Whispered softly “B-b-b-b-bo’s” From the jingling, jangling jungle Come the songs America knows. Do we get our “Boola, Boola’s!” And our other college cheers From the good old Indian war cries That have lasted all these years? Not to mention “hi-di, hi-di’s” And sonorous “ho-de-ho’s”— For they’re all in “hot-cha” music. Is that all America knows? Mary Lee Kingman ’36 THE SNOW Softly, softly—-ever gently Dancing through the clear, crisp air, Covering lawn and hedge and meadow With a blanket e’er so fair, Comes the merry, sparkling snow Burying all the world below. Muriel Newberry ’36 THE THINGS TO SEE Strange, that the Wind should be left so free; To play with a flower, or tear a tree; To rage or ramble where’er it will, And, as it wished, to be fierce or still. Strange, that the Sun should call to birth All the fair flowers and fruits of earth, Then let them perish, and see them die, Though they cheer the heart and gladden the eye. Strange, that the waves are not always still, And that Life is chequered with good and ill. Yet we know tis well such change should be, In what we learn from the things we see. Pauline Eames ’37 THE ELM Shimmering, cool-green goddess Nature’s cherished earth-child, Wrapped in leafy garb. Creaking, moaning grumbler Tossing, writhing victim, Slave to Giant Wind. Sturdy, upright guardian Mighty-leaf-stripped skeleton, Piercing dull, gray skies. Haughty, white-gowned empress Sparkling, glistening crystal, Bathed in Winter Sun. Hope Littlefield ’35 Mac: I paid a hundred dollars for that new dog of mine—part bull. Normie: What part’s bull? Mac: The hundred dollars. Mary: Chic bought a riding outfit last night and is he Scotch! He only bought one spur. Lois: Why did he do that? Mary: Well, he said if one side of t he nag would go, the other was sure to string along! BOOK R Reading—and this is especially true of a good book —is the most popular and valuable of all habits. For as we read, we are taken away from an ordinary life and lifted to a plane of tingling excitement, exalting ro¬ mance, or gripping mystery. Therefore, the Pioneer pre¬ sents informal and intelligent reviews on five very suc¬ cessful books of the day. We encourage you to study these reviews that you may be led to read these books and others. By doing this, you will become both in¬ formed and entertained. Editor FORTY-TWO YEARS IN THE WHITE HOUSE Irwin (Ike) Hoover Whether the diary of Irwin “Ike” Hoove r was writ¬ ten for the public eye, or merely for his own, it is cer¬ tainly most interesting and revealing, as during the peri¬ od of years while he w as Chief Usher at the White House, he observed ten presidents and their families. His observation of the presidents was minute, and his comparisons very amusing and extremely interesting. His comments ran from those on the wearing apparel of the presidents to their manner of fishing, and from their business hours to their mental capacity. He also com¬ pared the presidents’ wives and households, especially the wives’ ability to entertain. The descriptions of fam¬ ous visitors and their reception were quite entertaining, that of Uindbergh especially so. The whole hook is a thoughtful and at times humor¬ ous, comparison of the White House “folks;” the author himself was indeed unique. Mary Lee Kingman ’36 “THE PHANTOM EMPEROR” Neil H. Swanson “The Phantom Emperor,” a historical novel by the author of “The Judas Tree,” is thrilling and exciting, and will be found interesting to anyone who likes adventure stories. Laying his story in America in 1836, Mr. Swanson has brought to light a little known incident in American History. Philip Dufresne, a general in Napoleon’s Army, proclaimed himself emperor of the Northwest region of our country, and set out with about fifty men to unite the Indian nations and capture Santa Fe. Dufresne is now an old man, and the joy of realizing his life’s dreams has warped his mind. Many of his army desert, but his will to continue prevails. The army is reduced to only ten, and because of the extreme difficulties and privations the small band is forced to turn back without ever reaching Santa Fe. The story is made more interesting by the love inter¬ est introduced by the author. The scene of the story travels from Buffalo to the Great Lakes region. “The Phantom Emperor” is an unusual story told in a style distinctive of Mr. Swanson. EYIEWS “FLUSH” Virginia Woolf Here’s a book for anyone who enjoyed The Bar¬ retts of Wimpole Street. It’s the story of Elizabeth Barrett Browning s famous little spaniel. How Flush felt about his famous mistress and the gentleman who so annoyingly took her attention from him, Virginia Woolf tells us with remarkable under¬ standing. If you are fond of dogs and would like to know what one of them thinks about a famous romance, read “Flush.” Rita Whelton ' 35 “RABBLE IN ARMS” Kenneth Roberts Those of you who like a blend of history, romance, and biography, will enjoy “Rabble in Arms” by Ken¬ neth Roberts. In almost every page, humor, pathos, and suspense abound. The excellent character delineation of Benedict Arnold before he became a traitor erases the contempt which we might have felt toward him until reading this sequel to “Arundel.” If you wish to learn how Mr. Roberts proves that “There is nothing so hard to do that really determined men can’t do,” read this delightful story of the adventures of Peter Merrill with the Northern Army at the second Battle of Saratoga. Sylvia Zalkan ’35 “RETREAT FROM GLORY” Bruce Lockhart A challenge to brain power and concentration facili¬ ties, this book takes up the experiences of the diplomat and adventurer at the close of the war in Europe. Into the mad whirlwind of the politics and diplomacies of the newly created countries of Central Europe, Lockhart was thrown during the post-war period. At Prague he became a close friend of the Czechoslavakian president and other important government officials. Next he tried banking for a vocation, but because of lack of success in the everchanging money markets of the continent, he be came a journalist for a London paper. His journalistic career enabled him to meet and in¬ terview some of Europe’s most renowned men. He re¬ lates his interview with ex-Kaiser Wilhelm II at Doom, which was the first interview granted by the ex-Kaiser to a foreigner since the war. Lockhart has encountered many other famous and important people including Hit¬ ler, King George, Ramsay MacDonald, Lloyd George, Mussolini, Bernard Shaw, Leven, LitvinofT, and the Prince of Wales. His descriptions of the amusing events and tales of his career lend smoothness to this book, which throws light on many European thoughts and af¬ fairs. Gardner Knapp ’36 Lawrence Cate ’36 EXCHANGES It seems good to hear from our old friends ' who ex¬ change with us year after year and some new ones too. It is interesting to keep in touch with others of our age and hear their ideas concerning life, school, and ro¬ mance, so let’s renew our acquaintances. Here’s hop¬ ing we shall hear from more of our old friends who have sent us their magazines in the past. “The Partridge” from Duxbury, Mass. : You certain¬ ly have a good supply of fine poets at Duxbury. We see you have a good sense of humor, too. May we quote? “Head line in newspaper: “Girl Carpenter Drives Nails Like Lightning.” (Lightning they say, never strikes in the same spot twice.) She: You know I speak as I think. He: Yes, only oftener.” “The Red and White” from Rochester, New Hamp¬ shire: You have a lively magazine. We liked the play, “Prelude to Departure.” “Drops of Ink” is quite origi¬ nal; may we quote a drop? “The seniors may be better able to render medical aid after they finish reading Carlyle’s “Essay on Burns.” Here is a jolt for the teachers: J. G. “Well, my father’s a teacher.” M. W. “Well, my father works.” The next two exchanges are published in the form of a newspaper usually coming out weekly. This is very practical for large schools having many activities. “The Exponent” from Greenfield, Mass. : You have a well organized newspaper. Tour G. H. S. News Stand is original. A sophomore of Greenfield passed in an idea of a program which I hope we will adopt. Period I—Study Period II—Assembly Period III—Gym Period IV—Lunch Period V—Study” “The Ko-Hi-Nur” from Corona, California: Your newspaper is unique, just full of news, sport write-ups, and humor. “The Purple Quill” from Galveston, Texas: You have a splendid magazine with a fine literary section. Your block prints are quite fitting. However, your humor is a little shy. We thank you for your comment. (As others see us) “The Pioneer,” Reading High School, Reading Mass., draws our attention. We liked especially “A Senior’s Poor Richard’s Almanac,” which was very cleverly written. Your magazine is fine, but don’t you think you have done the exchanges an injus¬ tice? Kent Fletcher ’36 NEWS DEDICATORY ADDRESS OF Mr. Arthur Coolidge, Chairman of the School Committee We are gathered to dedicate this playground. We rejoice in the acquisition of this field. Frankly, we are happy that the High School football team is winning on this day of dedication. We expect our share of vic¬ tories, but win or lose, we pledge our hearty approval of every example of good sportsmanship which this field produces. The physical education department of the public schools aims to see that every boy and girl who so de¬ sires and who is physically able shall have the oppor¬ tunity to engage in some form of organized sport. The physical education department intends that every boy and girl whether he wishes it or not, shall have instruc¬ tion in physical education, and instruction fitted to his individual needs. It is a far cry from the old school house yard, with its cramped quarters, to this playground. This field is the result of vision on the part of a few men and wo¬ men who, some years ago, saw that physical education could and should be broadened. It is the result of vision in discerning in this bog hole the makings of this splen¬ did field. It is the result of a constant and tend er care, which can touch the desert and make it blossom into grass and trees. It is the result of fine co-operation by many hoards and individuals,—the grounds committee from the School Board, the Selectmen, the Board of Re¬ lief, the Board of Public Works, the Light Department, and the Superintendents of these several boards, the Re¬ lief Administrator, the Treasurer, Town Accountant, and the men who have actually labored here. To complete the picture, Post 62 of the American Legion is presenting an American flag, so that every event, every contestant, and every spectator may see, flying at the mast head, the flag of our country. That so many people were willing to give of their time and effort, and the Town was willing to appropriate money, belies the charge we hear so often that people generally have lost faith in the Youth of our day. Read¬ ing believes in her young people. We, therefore, dedi¬ cate this field to the Youth of Today, confident that, as a part of the physical equipment of the school depart¬ ment, emphasizing as it does the value of sound bodies, of clear thinking, of clean living, of good sportsman¬ ship and fair play, this field will help in the develop¬ ment of a better manhood for Tomorrow. THE DEDICATION OF THE ATHLETIC FIELD The Dedication of the new athletic field on Satur¬ day, October 20, 1934 realized one of the town’s fond¬ est dreams. The ceremonies started after the half of the football game when the R. H. S. Band, followed by many dignitaries from the state and town, and the rug¬ ged Reading and Johnson football teams, led the way on to the field. The procession formed in three groups facing the main stand, and stood at attention while our flag was slowly raised to the strains of the “Star Spangled Banner. Then Mr. Arthur Coolidge, Chair¬ man of the School Committee, stepped forward and ad¬ dressed the stand with an inspiring speech. The Pioneer takes much pleasure in printing Mr. Coolidge’s dedica¬ tory address, as above. PARENT’S NIGHT On November 7, 1934, at 7:30 in the evening, pa¬ rents and students came to the Reading High School for a parent-night, pupil demonstration in observation of Education Week. The daily schedule was followed strictly with the home-room period, seventh and eighth period classes, and an assembly. There, under the di¬ rection of Mr. Peck, the orchestra and the chorus fur¬ nished music, and Mr. Sussmann welcomed the visitors and introduced Mr. Pierce, Superintendent of the Schools, who gave a short address. At 9:45 the pro¬ gram was over, and the parents had an opportunity to interview the teachers in the library. The parents co-operated in every way. An amazing¬ ly large number of them attended, and it is hoped that they derived an interesting insight as to what their chil¬ dren’s daily work is. Jean Phippen ’35 ASSEMBLIES Through the efforts of Mr. Sussmann and Mr. Peck, we have been privileged to have many interesting as¬ semblies this year, the following being perhaps the most outstanding: Sept. 21. Pierino Di Blasio, violinist, presented a well selected program and was accompanied by Russell Lee, at the piano. Oct. 15. Mr. Benson, a reporter for the Herald-Trav¬ eler, gave a very dramatic and amusing lecture center¬ ing around his work. Oct. 16. The girls of the school were invited by the Junior Woman’s Club to attend the excellent lecture with wonderful moving-pictures of Labrador, presented by Mrs. Parmenter of Arlington. Oct. 31. Again the girls had a private assembly. M iss Agnes Carr, a reporter of the Herald-Traveler, told the girls about the difficulties and hard-work involved in being a woman-reporter. Nov. 5. “Africa Without Lions”—a most interesting lecture, accompanied by colored slides, was given by Captain Osborne. The rapid development of the coun¬ try and the beautiful architecture and monuments of its cities were most astonishing. Nov. 9. Armistice Day Program—Mr. Stevens of the Legion spoke; on the stage were also several Legion men. A woodwind trio from the New England Conser¬ vatory of Music was delightful with its pleasing selec¬ tions. Nov. 28. At the Thanksgiving Day Assembly the Governor’s Proclamation was read, and the Rev. Mr. Cole of the Methodist Church, Reading, gave a very in¬ spiring talk on the significance of Thanksgiving Day. Jean Phippen ’35 THE CHORUS Under the supervision of Mr. Peck, the chorus has done some very creditable work this year. The mem¬ bers meet each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morn¬ ings, when not interrupted by one of the numerous as¬ semblies. In spite of the majority of sopranos and al¬ tos, the programs offered by the group have been very successful. The first of these, a group of two numbers, was heard in a recent assembly. In the special evening session of the school, the chorus offered two selections as an exhibition of their regular class work. Rita Whelton ’35 THE ORCHESTRA The school orchestra conducted by Mr. Peck, has thirty-five members and rehearses every Tuesday and Thursday morning from 8:00 to 8:45. It has supplied appropriate music for the assemblies and has done its part in giving an excellent performance the night the parents visited the school. Several members of the or¬ chestra play in the Reading Civic Symphony Orchestra. Jean Phippen ’35 THE HIGH SCHOOL BAND We may have neither the marching technique of one of those fifty-two piece Drum Corps that played in Reading on October seventh nor the playing ability ox the members of the Reading Civic Orchestra, but never¬ theless we have a well organized high school band of forty members which plays and marches satisfactorily. Under the direction of Mr. Peck, Mr. Prentiss, and our officers, we were able to have the band attend all of the football games except the first. Thanks to the support of the student body when asked to contribute, the band was able to accompany the football team to Thayer Academy. On November ninth the band was organized as a military unit. By election Wyatt Ingalls was made Captain; Ronald Taylor, First Lieutenant; Donald Blais- dell, First Student Music Director; Elsden Richardson, Second Student Music Director; and Jean Phippen, our Drum Major. The band will give a concert in January and will ap¬ pear as it has in the past at the Massachusetts Music Week Festival, which is to be held on May 14, 1935 in Quincy. Captain Wyatt Ingall ’35 JUNIOR WOMAN’S CLUB President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Jean Phippen Helen Gillis Elizabeth Crosby Eleanor French The Reading Junior Woman’s Club held its first meeting October 16, 1934. Mr. and Mrs. Parmenter of Arlington showed the club some very interesting moving pictures. Following a short business meeting in the li¬ brary tea was served by several members of the Senior Woman’s Club—and enjoyed by over sixty girls. The only project which the club has sponsored so far was a cake sale on October 26, 1934, from which we realized a substantial profit. Our Harvest Dance was held November 24, and was a great success. Elizabeth Crosby ’35 Hi-Y NEWS The Hi- Club, under the guidance of Clarence Gay, Newell Moiton, and Joseph Byram, got under way early in October. The membership being somewhat shortened by the graduation of seniors, the club plans to induct new members soon. On October 9, the club listened to a talk by Mr. Brewer of Malden, on his experiences with some Hi-Y boys from neighboring towns. The club has had also, for speakers, Kenneth Lucas who led a discussion, and Bob Waitt, who has just re¬ turned from a trip to Labrador with Captain MacMillan. Several suppers and a dance are planned for the rest of the year, besides the meetings which are held every other week. The officers of the club are: President James Russell Vice President Douglas Burhoe Secretary Robert Parker Treasurer Maxwell Holland Robert Parker ’35 ATHLETICS R. H. S. FOOTBALL GAMES—1934 Sept. 29, St. Clement’s at Reading It was the first game of the season, and the boys played good football in spite of the mud and rain. After a steady march down the field, with Ronald DePatie running hard and fast, Bob Channonhouse made the only touchdown of the game. St. Clement’s had us wor¬ ried in the last half when they got the ball down on our two yard line. However, it was Reading’s ball, and a premeditated touchback saved the day. Final score: Reading—6, St. Clement’s—2. Oct. 6, Ipswich at Reading Another rainy Saturday! The field looked like Wake¬ field Pond; of necessity, the game was played the fol ¬ lowing Monday. Norrnie White, one of our fleet footed backs, gave the visiting team something to worry about when he caught a lateral pass and ran the ball ahead about thirty yards to mid field. The R. H. S. suffered many bumps and bruises in this game; some were seri¬ ous and gave some members no little trouble. DePatie received a bone bruise on the ankle. Ed Michalosky hurt an already “bum” knee and was kept out of all the following games. Final score: Ipswich—13, Reading— 0 . Oct. 12, Punchard at Reading The Punchard-Reading game was a fine one to watch. Neither team could seem to destroy the other’s defense, and get away to score. The team played good football, held like a wall when the necessity arose. It was in this game that DePatie hurt his hand, and consequently was kept out of the next four games. Final score: Read¬ ing—0, Punchard—0. Oct. 20, Johnson at Reading The 20th gave us perfect football weather. The game seemed to be Reading s from the opening whistle, but the Andover boys were able to hold us to one touch¬ down. Bill McCarthy showed a lot of drive and made the touchdown. Channy’s end runs gave the Johnson team something to ponder on. The visiting team seemed to be somewhat lighter—with one exception—remember him? Skolfield and Channonhouse seemed to be able to block him, though. Final score: Reading—6, Johnson — 0 . Oct 27, Reading at Wakefield So Wakefield was going to win by 3 or 4 touch¬ downs! Did they? No! Wakefield seemed to have a stronger team than Reading, but Reading out-played them all through the game. Reading got the first touch¬ down when Norrnie White ran the ball from about their ten yard line over the goal to score. It acted like cold water to Wakefield, and they scored in the next quarter. Their attempt at the point was an unsuccessful pass. Radulski, star sophomore end, was hurt during the open¬ ing kickoff, and was, unfortunately, kept from the rest of the game. It was later discovered that through a technicality, Reading won the game. This gave us a 1-0 decision, instead of the 6-6 tie. Final score: Reading— 1, Wakefield—0. Nov 3. Reading at Thayer The Reading team was much lighter than the Thayer team and should have taken a good beating. Thayer scored a touchdown in the first three minutes of play and was unable to score for the rest of the game. Read¬ ing showed some spunk when Thayer was almost on our goal line and held to the limit. Considering the fact that most of the Thayer team were playing their fifth year of football, one might say that Reading played ex¬ cellent football. Final score: Reading—0, Thayer—6. Nov. 10, Lexington at Reading This looked like Reading’s game from the start. Reading went over for a touchdown in the first quarter, but could not convert the point. Later in the game Lexington was able to make a touchdown. From then on, neither team scored. Both teams were able to hold each other, but neither team bad that extra something necessary to score. Final score: Reading—6, Lexington—6. Nov. 17, Stoneham at Reading What a game to wind up a good season! The first play of the game had Stoneham running around in cir¬ cles. A pass from Normie White to Radulski made the first touchdown in the first quarter. In the second quar¬ ter the second team went in and marched the ball from the fifty yard line to another touchdown. DePatie was back in the running, (when we say running, we mean just that) and got the only point after touchdown all season. The second touchdown was the result of a neat pass to Denny Ainsworth. Nice catch, Denny. Final score: Reading-13, Stoneham—0. Gardner Knapp ’35 GIRLS’ ATHLETICS GIRLS’ HOCKEY TEAM The girls hockey team, under the supervision of Miss Nichols, had a very successful season considering the amount of practice that all the girls have had. Al¬ though they did not win all their games, they showed a fine spirit all through the season. The first game was played against the Wilmington oeconds. Reading played a successful defense game al¬ though the Wilmington seconds had a brilliant pass which resulted in a score, thus making the final score 1-0. The line-up for Reading was as follows: right wing, Marion Hitchcock; right inner, Barbara Sawyer, Miriam Hatfield; center forward, Fen Carpenter; left inner, Pauline Carter, Rita Riley; left wing, Charlotte Ryland; left half-back, Elinor Salmon, Betty Newbaeur; center halfback, Irene Norton; right halfback, Elinor Mills, Harriet Esty; right fullback, Eleanor O’Connor, Marjorie Atkinson; left fullback, Tessibel Werner; goal, Alta Stewart. The second game was played with Stoneham’s first team. The girls played well, but Stoneham’s experi¬ ence proved to be victor. The final score was 3-0 in favor of Stoneham. The third and last game of the season was played with the Junior High School. Our team defeated the younger girls by a score of 1-0; there will be some promising material coming over from junior high next year to help strengthen our high school team. GIRLS TENNIS TOURNAMENT The girls’ tennis tournaments this fall, both singles and doubles, were conducted by means of elimination. There were approximately fifty-three girls who entered the tournaments. In the semi-finals of the doubles tournament, Olive Bates and Ruth Hill defeated Tessibel Werner and Irene Norton to compete against Olive Ambrose and Barbara Sawyer, who had previously defeated Virginia Pomeroy and Frances Shay. The final champions of this tourna¬ ment were Olive Bates and Ruth Hill. In the semi-finals of the singles tournament, Tessibel Werner defeated Irene Norton, while Priscilla Eisen- haure was defeating Olive Bates. In the finals, Priscilla Eisenhaure proved to be victor and singles champion against Tessibel Werner. THE RIDING CLUB There are approximately eighteen girls in the rid¬ ing club this year. Under the direction of Miss Nichols, Miss Ernst, and Mrs. Jenkins, there have been three groups which ride once a week at Fillmore’s, in Melrose. Those riding were Barbara Carpenter, Viola Livingstone, Alta Stewart, Irene Whitcomb, Nancy Boyle, Ella Watts, Louise Robinson, Barbara Kimball, Frances Jewett, Mar¬ guerite Doucette, Fen Carpenter, Ida Rand, Ruth Bos¬ ton, Olive Ordway, Natalie Carpenter, Helen Sargent and Hope Littlefield. Irene Norton ’36 CROSS COUNTRY This year a cross country team was organized by James Russell and Mr. Althoff. There were several meets with surrounding towns, and Reading placed well in the lead. Everett Packer seemed to be the star of the team, and his long easy stride could not be beaten by anyone. There were other fast steppers on the team among them, Jim Russell, who acted as manager as well, Earle Vance, Dick Cleveland, “Herb” Madden, Bob White, Clifton Le Tourneau, who gave E. Packer something to run for on several occasions. The cross country team has its reasons for looking toward a bright future. Gardner Knapp ’36 BITS OF HUMOR Grecian Ben Tailor: “Euripides?” Hartshorn: “Yeah! Eumenides!” First Flea: “Whazamater? Toothache?” Second Flea: “Nope, just bit on an iron dog.” Mr. Fitzergald to Colby- “I will have you understand that there will be no studying abroad in this class!” Mr. Dixon: “What was General Knox’s route when be passed through Massachusetts?” Mooney (hopefully) : “The Old Knox Road?” HUMOR ting a sprained wrist on a post office pen to having an A STUDY IN SENIORS As I look about me at the familiar and endearing surroundings of our Reading High School, (not to men¬ tion our beloved faculty) the realization is forced upon me that I am now a person of distinction, of dignity, and of knowledge. I am a senior. Let us regard this famous body of students (and those who profess to be) which is known by the title of senior. What a brilliant array of scholars now carry that awe-inspiring name of senior! One can immedi¬ ately distinguish a senior amongst the rabble of sopho¬ mores and juniors by that certain something in his man¬ ner. He is so clearly superior to the lower classman. Ilis conduct is always above reproach, and he carries with him the nonchalant air of a gentleman, and of course, the fair members of our class are always ladies. We have in our famous (for what) class, some en¬ ergetic scholars whose brainpower excells that of a horsepower and even rivals that of the well-known Dr. Einstein, (names could be mentioned but might be embarassing) ; also certain formidable athletes who have often proved their worth upon the field of combat (please overlook their ranks ), and who likewise enjoy feminine companionship. In addition to these assets the senior class boasts of several very agreeable play¬ boys (don ' t you think so, girls) who are certain to pro¬ vide lively entertainment at any party, and above all not to be overlooked are the fairer sex of our class, (you should see how charming they are in their gym suits). The girls are just too nice for words to express. Now, I am sure you must realize that the present class of seniors is a remarkable one, to say the least. Sheldon Skolfield ’35 SCHOOLROOM LETHARGIES Homework! Boredom squared and cubed. Home¬ work! The bane of all would-be students, the acme of labor, the iota of drudgery, and the curse of the whole family. Pere has to foot the electric light bill. Your brother or somebody else’s has to rack his brains over and try to recall his old schooling, if he had any, finally ending up with, “Well, it wouldn’t do any good for me to help you, because they don’t do it the same as I did when I went to school.” That was long before talent consisted of getting your name on a bass drum and bel¬ lowing African ditties through a megaphone. By this time your mind is on the southeastern cor¬ ner of nowhere. You at last succumb, and deposit gently your books in the dark corner of your study, if you have one. You would much rather propel them through space out of an open window, but anyhow they’re discarded. Now old man conscience begins to yammer at you. You must think of a good reason why you didn’t do your acrimonious lessons. It’s much too harsh to think it as an alibi. You must rack the cob¬ webs of your cranium for ideas which range from get¬ express tram tear by while you were standing at the crossing and the rush of air snatching the homework papers from your book under the waiting maws of the whirling steel disks. Ah, well,’ you philosophize,—“she,” meaning the omniscient being midst the scene of desks and black¬ boards, “might not even call on me, or forget to collect the homework.” I he night passes dimly and the day of instruction arrives; so does the fatal period. You safari into your seat with the greatest of inertia, trying to be as incon¬ spicuous as possible. When the homework is being called for, you attempt to appear nonchalant by cough¬ ing hollowly into your closed hand. You think you’ve got a good alibi. Well, what happens? Why, nothing of course—at first. You sit back complacently in your seat, relieved. “Where’s your homework,” a voice mundanely breaks into your reverie, and apparently the way the other students’ eyes are all focused on you, you suddenly grasp the idea that your instructress is dispatching her remark to you. Your cogs attempt to function, to think of all those ten and twelve letter words to express your alibi. Oh, where are all of those smooth, elegant, ex¬ pressions that sound like Jean Harlow ordering a milk bath with cream? You now seem to be greatly inter¬ ested in one fixed spot on the floor and your eyes are glued to it. You’re just a bit pink under the ears; or else, if you’re one of the iron-men type, you rigidly stare right back at your Waterloo with that give-it-to-me attitude —She does! The bell doesn’t even ring to signify that the period is over and you try to wear the paint off your pencil in many, many ways. The period finally ends, you having firmly resolved always to do your homework, or at least eleven and two-thirds per cent of it. That night you take the book home and study one page of the assigned four, trusting to luck and your skill of raising your hand just at the precise moment to come through “okay.” This latter takes long practice in not being over willing, so that the teacher won’t catch on. You’ll probably get the part which you haven’t done anyhow; it never fails to happen. When discussing a book or some other thing that was supposed to have been read, but wasn’t, the brilliant scholar doesn’t sit there like a bonbon at a birthday party; he puts a few words in hither and yon enlarging upon what was said by someone else. Or he chimes in on a group yes or no question loudly, but not too loud¬ ly. He always laughs moderately when anything is said that might be funny and asks a question now and then, but not too many, just enough to show inspired interest. When one does this, he is resorting to the “gude olde bluff method.” To stimulate the efforts of a good homeworker are such things as aid from outside sources. You may be helped immensely. Your homework may be done in one-eighth of the time it would generally take. Don t let it worry you if your mind is in a maze the next day in class when the lesson is being explained on the board, and don ' t be surprised some day, if, when you come home from that edifice of noble instruction, the “gov - ner” accosts you with a little white card with a certain alphabetical letter written on it. Just laugh blithely; tell him the old. old story about buckling down and put¬ ting your nose to the blarney stone, and then go out and dampen your sorrows by triangulating the elbow. But don’t let your droopy lids droop, droop, droop; those droopy, droopy lids of yours—as Gertrude Stein would say. If you’ve read this, all homework in the world won ' t help you! Carol Colby ’36 HERE ’N THERE Fred Ryland, athelete and waiter de luxe, says that there’s no recipe for R. H. S. hash; it simply accuma- lates. Parke Kimball thinks a train whistles at a cross¬ ing just to keep up its courage. The average sophomore is proof enough a teacher can take a joke. The sopho¬ mores should remember that the U. S. government builds penitentaries for the wild life of America—but, never fear, some criminals are working their way through even the best of jails. That piano in the gym certainly took the rest out of the restaurant and put the din in dinner—and speaking of din we read a sign in the Read¬ ing Library: Low Conversation Permitted. If Mr. Suss- mann gives the sophomores any more rope, they’ll skip —and here’s why we are prejudiced against Latin; pre¬ judice is being down on something you’re not up on. Some people think genius is hereditary; others have no children. While we are at it, some fathers say college- bred refers to something which requires a fearful amount of dough, is seldom self raising, and usually turns out to be nothing more or less than a four year loaf. We call our rich relatives the kin we love to touch—and meanwhile our prize short short story: Car; caress; careless; earless—and they were married and lived happily ever after—“ ’nuf sed”—. F. Warren Miller ’35 AN UNUSUAL TRIBUTE TO AN UNUSUAL FELLOW There once was a fellow whom I greatly respected. For all that 1 know, there still is. This particular fellow was an ace. He embodied all the proverbial features of the ideal American youth. Firstly, he was handsome and not vain. That made his cleverness the more appreciated. For not only was he clever academically, With all the existing channels of enterprise was he acq uainted. His acquaintance never failed to reveal an amazing proficiency, Although in a sense, knowing him was dismaying, Because it made one so conscious of one’s deficien¬ cies. It still left with one a feeling of pride, The pride of being associated with the great. He was an athlete, student, philosopher, psycholo¬ gist worker extraordinary. I won’t give you his name, But he was a blond, With curly hair. And a nice, big, Smile! Parke W. Masters ’35 MAN ABOUT SCHOOL Most of the events which take place in R. H. S. are quite conventional, but occasionally we observe pecu¬ liar incidents and idiosyncrasies which furnish facetious food for our sense of humor. 1) For instance, Bob Channonhouse was reported as sea-sick when Michalosky had water on the knee. 2) I hear Betty Newbauer would be a rare tennis player—if it wasn’t for the net. 3) “Undernourished children never do well in school,” says John Crowley, “and I advocate mid-morn¬ ing lunch so that my marks may improve.” 4) One sophomore girl certainly has a snappy comeback as this little eavesdropping on the third floor proves. School Dub: Gee, Betty, you’re one in a million. Betty: So are your chances, Percy. 5) Everything on Frank Colly’s car makes a noise except the horn. 6) Where are those rocking chairs that the class of 1932 left for the detention room? 7) Who is that versatile agricutural teacher who dis¬ covered that you can’t milk a cow from the left side? The Boston papers give him credit for prespicacious ob¬ servation, assiduity, and sedulous biological research. Nice work, Pop. 8) We are told that Enoch Arden suffered great humiliation, but how about a P. G. who got detention for talking back to a sophomore traffic officer. 9) Chick Ainsworth used to be a notable fellow un¬ til ‘Tarz’ McKinnon took his present title. ‘Tarz’ is a good football player now. He used to be substitute water boy on the Town Team, but now he gets in con¬ dition by ringing doorbells in Mudville. 10) This year, contrary to traditional custom, Wake¬ field did not sound taps as Reading football squad took the field. 11) One member of the football squad complains that the only letter Coach Downes gave him came through the United States mail in the form of a deficien¬ cy. John Dobbins, P. G. NOTES ON SOPHOMORE DICTION poise—a flower, as “pick mama a poise” price—reward for ability, as “I won the booby price at the bridge party last night” friction—light reading matter decide—exterior plane of a building luff—the strongest emotion curtail—one extremity of a dog precedent—chief executive of an organization sediment—strong sympathetic feeling Piccadilly—a kind of sauce ketchup—not to stay behind elite—something with a switch dynasty—a hard death niter—one who sleeps days mallard—wooden hammer decrease—come unpressed hoarse—a quadruped with a long tail stopped—one who hates to halt belate—overdue Clifton Le Tourneau ! 35 SHE FRIZZES HER HAIR “Gently, tripping, lightly skipping—•” go the words of the song and, thus, carelessly attired, does she des¬ cend the stairs to go to the kitchen and the kitchen stool. She has in her hand a barbarous instrument of dubious vintage. To this is attached a very long and very red cord. It matters not to her that sleep has fallen on the town, that all has an eerie quiet, that through the bar¬ ren limbs of the trees a curious grey light shines from the heavens, that leaves are in the puddles and on the wet streets, and that a smell of cool night air is coming through the window. Goodness no! She has come down to frizz her hair. She sits on the stool and attaches the red cord to a plug over the kitchen sink. There is a tiny spark, and her long metal weapon commences to crackle with heat. Meanwhile she occupies herself in gazing soulfully into the mirror. Now, she lifts her nose, regarding the world in general through languid, half-closed lids. Now she smiles; it is a demure smile which manages to convey dainty appreciation for something or other. Now she speculates in the quality and ability of her limpid optics. She opens them as wide as possible, ex¬ pressing magnificent surprise and overpowering won¬ der. She gently tilts them from side to side. She closes them entirely, faces left, places her right hand at her throat and raises her head to the heavens. Reaching for a supplementary glass, she manages to regard and study this dramatic profile. But, her iron is warm and the labor of the evening must be faced. She stands and she sits. She stretches and she bends. She winds up the frizzer in her golden locks, and she holds it too close to her ear. The friz¬ zer sticks too long on one strand; she nearly dies be¬ fore she frees herself. She chews gum to sustain her courage. The flock of curlycues is, at last, quite com¬ plete. What price romance? She pulls the red cord from the plug. She winds the cord around the handle and leaves it on top of the stove. She throws away her gum. She turns out the light. She goes to bed con¬ tented. Parke W. Masters ’35 TOAST TO THE SOPHOMORES From the top of the world the sophomores drop To the foot of the rank, a resounding plop. Once they ground down the freshman beneath sturdy heel, Now they gaze up to classmen with looks of appeal! Where once bulging chest and heads were held high, Now down-drooping shoulders foretell the death cry. The Soph runs up from the lower hall He slides and stops against the wall And off he goes for other stairs Up which to trip from teacher’s glares. Then follow him, another boy With waving arms a look of joy! He reaches out with all his might, Tags his man, resumes his flight. In English class a soph’s mind roams To knight and horse and castle homes When interrupts his train of thought A teacher’s voice in anger wrought— “You inattentive, careless soph! Retrieve your mind and hustle off Unto the office where you may tell Them, why you can’t do lessons well.” But don’t give up and lose the race, You’ll soon grow up and take your place In higher class in high school where Life is so very nice to bear And sophs will be beneath your heel For you to grind and hear them squeal! Clifton Le Tourneau ’35 KING ARTHUR IN A CONNECTICUT YANKEE’S TOWN It seems just as possible for King Arthur instantane¬ ously to progress five hundred years into the future as for a Connecticut Yankee to fall back five hundred years into antiquity, and so it was that one night after eat¬ ing too large a portion of the royal boar and drinking too much of the royal ale that Arthur’s slumbers were perturbed by illusions, and he suddenly found himself in Hartford during the twentieth century. Instead of being greeted by a figure that looked like a robot, Sir Kay, as was the Yankee visitor to his court, —Arthur was greeted with a “Hey there, get moving and don’t clutter up the street,” from an obese, red faced copper. The policeman then noticed his strange ap¬ parel and blurted out, “It’s too early in the day to be going to a masquerade, so yuh must be drunk. Come along.” “By the Sonties,” exclaimed Arthur, “I must be in heaven, for I do perceive miracles that even Merlin would stand abashed at. Are you an angel? “I ' m no angel, but you’re plenty drunk.” “Sir, what be’st that mysterious thing which rolleth on four wheels and moves by an invisible power? “You’ll soon know enough about it,” answered the officer; “it’s the patrol wagon.’ Arthur was roughly jostled into the patrol wagon, and on the way to the station he fainted twice; first, be¬ cause he saw an airplane which he thought was a bird that was capable of flying without flapping its wings, and the second time because tbe radio in the w agon came on and he believed it to be judgment day and the Al¬ mighty speaking, for he thought the message, “Pick up a red Ford on Black Street,” w r as a command to capture Satan himself. Upon arrival at the police station, he was brought before the chief. “Your name?” “Arthur of Britain.” “That’s enough; lock him up.” “Now, Mr. King Arthur, do you w r ant me to call up the Lady of the Lake and ask her to come down and bail you out? laughed the officer who had arrested him. “Strange words—strange place,” mused Arthur. In a little cell the ancient king of Britain was com¬ pelled to spend the night. The next day, as he seemed to be in the same condition, it was concluded that in¬ stead of being a case of intoxication his was a case of insanity. He therefore was taken to an insane asylum. By the time he got there, his indignation rose over his fears, for he received treatment which was, indeed, unbefitting for a king. He accordingly struggled for freedom and was put into a padded cell as a result. Here, while wildly thrashing about, he suddenly heard a ter¬ rifying scream and a minute later found that he had been having a night mare and had been jumping up and down on the royal bed nearly frightening his wife, Queen Guinevere, to death. Robert Lougee ’37 3l 3y STAR DUST AMONG THE FOOTBALL GREAT Captain Ryland, w r ell protected in his winter under¬ wear, took the boys along the avenue of real football. Lord Fauntleroy and John L. got mixed somewhere and arriving from Maine came Skofield. McCarthy the apparently morose student athlete from North Reading, took to the Highlands for some¬ thing besides football. Captain-elect of next year Bob Channonhouse is a real fellow and received All-Scholastic mention. Henry Landry was the black Hercules of the tribe, but he fell before the blonde charms of a pretty High¬ lander. Clifton Hill is the silent man of much gray matter. He follows successfully in the footsteps of Mr. Downs and Mr. Halpin. A rare feat. “Mike” was the squad’s only prima donna with a southern Grecian accent thrown in. He is captain of basketball and will he charm the ladies! Crooker, the Dick, was tackle and a go-getter. The only Bell he ever heard was Is-a-belle. Ronald DePatie turned lady’s man this year, and Peggy is glad of it. This is lesson one, on an injured hand. Bow’ron was the blond guard who spent the season getting ready for hockey. Merritt was a florid-faced tackle who stayed home every night to keep training? Whose home, Roy? Maxie Holland took his oratory from the biology lab. to the gridiron with phenomenal success. Radulski was the tall, drawling end, and sophomore surprise who is up and coming. Bud Ainsworth takes quite a riding—from Mr. Downs. But there’s many a pass between class and a mark. Vincent Kelley, known as Shipwreck, was about to join the Navy but he turned football hero, and is the Navy glad! John Ainsworth ’35 Miss Barlow: “Did they laugh?” Russell: “No, but you could hear them smile. Kelly (in a megaphone at the Senior Prom) : “I’ve lost my wallet with a hundred dollars in it and I’ll give fifleen to the person that finds it.” Person in the rear: “I’ll give twenty-five.” We don’t like to speculate on the night before, but the fact remains that Mr. Fitzgerald walked into his first period history class one bright morning and started to teach geometry. Perhaps he wants to save the woodwork or maybe be has shifted his breakfast food; at any rate our friend Ml. Dixon has uncomprisingly disappointed us in nol living up to his advance notices. Not one solitary bang has resounded in our expectant ears! COMPLIMENTS OF THE READING HIGH SCHOOL LUNCH 3-13 LINCOLN STREET PHONE CRYSTAL 0116 OVER A QUARTER CENTURY OF OWNER-MAN A CEMENT We recommend PHIL JACK O’BRIEN SALEM STREET SERVICE STATION Dependable Service Texaco Gas and Oil A Square Deal Always Tel. Reading 1223 Compliments of FLETCHER’S MARKET Compliments of Ideal Beauty Barber Shop 191 Main Street FRED SMITH WHOLESALE AND RETAIL Dealer in Hay, Grain and Straw, Lime, Brick, Cement and Sewer Pipe, Lumber of all kinds. Builder ' s Hardware of Every Description 216 Main St. Tel. Rea. 0450 We recommend Sam Bella’s BARBER SHOP I Ladies’, Gent’s and Children’s Haircutting is our specialty. Rear of Friend’s Bakery , 194 Main St. Reading « MERRICK’S PHARMACY Reading Square Phones 0299 - 0607 The store with the friendly welcome. Agents for Delta Compacts and Toiletries. Hot Butter-Toasted Nuts every day. Watch us make your Ice Cream; 39c qt. The Biggest and Best Ice Cream Soda in Town. Compliments of JOHN D’ENTREMONT’S BARBER SHOP (Formerly Moran’s) Pleasing, Satisfying, Service. Two Mutual Institutions Organized and operated for the purpose of serving the community. SAVINGS ACCOUNTS CLUB ACCOUNTS SAFETY DEPOSIT VAULT TRAVELERS CHEX May We Serve You? 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COKE — WOOD AND COAL Res. Tel. Rea. 1297-J Bus. Tel. Rea. 0461 Tel. Reading 0767, 0859 181-B Main Street Reading, Mass. i Send for Illustrated Catalog READING Pi BLIC LI 1RARY READING, MASSACHUSETTS 3 7-4- ' £3 Ov «- =- -r n c O-v ' V THE PIONEER READING HIGH SCHOOL c ) Graduation Number JUNE NINETEEN HUNDRED THIRTY FIVE I READING PUBLIC LIBRARY READING, MASSACHUSETTS R. H. S. The Pioneer 19 3 5 DEDICATION This issue, the Pioneer Year Book, we dedicate to the memory of Miss Josephine Barlow, who through her classes and personal efforts in English, contributed so much to the literary background of the Pioneer, and to Miss Frances Greenhalgh under whose painstaking, willing supervision, the issues of the Pioneer were made ready for the press. _ Miss Josephine Barlow Although Miss Barlow passed away March 9, 1935, it is strangely difficult to believe her absent, for the high standard of English instruction which she established and the tradition of her courses remain. The ideals which Miss Barlow s character and principles embraced were re¬ flected on her students, making her classes more than periods of technical learning. To those of us who were fortunate enough to be in her classes she will be remem¬ bered for her excellent creative work in interpreting, as no one else could, the various classics and for her calm patience in awaiting thought and an intelligent answer from the student, no matter how little that student might deserve this consideration. Miss Barlow’s work was representative of the finest in education. Reserved, creative, quiet, and generous, she was a woman of outstanding character and achieve¬ ment. TO OUR BELOVED TEACHER JOSEPHINE M. BARLOW We know that you are but sleeping. That the shades have been drawn for a day That the Master has called to his keeping His child who was guiding our way. You inspired us to heights resplendent, We could glimpse the beauty rare. Where sunsets are ever radiant. Undimmed by sadness and care. Today we are lonely and grieving. Your passing has left a great void. But we know you are but sleeping At rest, at home with God. CATHERINE C. GORDON 1 Miss Frances Greenhalgh Our quiet, efficient shorthand and typewriting teacher was unassuming, but she managed to set a high standard of excellence, not reached by students without strenuous efforts. She knew her subject matter, was alert to appreciate and adopt new methods, was capable in training her pupils. She took an interest in them and was always kind and willing to help them to the utmost of her ability. It has been said with truth that her pupils were frequently commended because of the high quality of their work and their willingness to do extra assignments and projects, a result of the high standard she had set for them, and the worthy character which she had instilled in them throughout her years of teaching. She is very much missed by those students who long had her as a teacher, and by those with whom she worked but a short time, all of whom must now- continue without her guidance. R. H. S. The Pioneer 193 5 Pioneer Board Editor PARKE W. MASTERS ’35 Business Managers ALLAN BOWRON ’35 OLIVE AMBROSE ’35 Assistant Business Manager NATHANIEL B. DOANE ’36 Athletics GARDNER KNAPP ’36 IRENE NORTON ’36 Write-Ups STANLEY BOYERS ’35 PHYLLIS COMEY ’35 MARY DISSELL ’35 ELEANOR FRENCH ’35 ROBERT HOPKINS ’35 . HOPE LITTLEFIELD ’35 WARREN MILLER ’35 WILLIAM MOONEY ’35 JEAN PHIPPEN ’35 RICHARD SCHAEFFER ’35 ELIZABETH TURNER ’35 RITA WHELTON ’35 Assistant Editor PRISCILLA EISENHAURE ’35 News JEAN PHIPPEN ’35 Exchanges KENT FLETCHER ’36 Photography Editor SYLVIA ZALKAN ’35 Assistants CHARLES DOUGHTY ’35 NORMAN HINDS ’35 WYATT INGALLS ’35 Contributors WARREN MILLER ’35 WILLIAM MOONEY ’35 SHELDON SKOFIELD ’35 JOHN DOBBINS ’34 Faculty Advisers MISS HELEN ENGLAND MR. LUKE HALPIN MISS MERCIE NICHOLS MISS GENEVIEVE TINKHAM MR. HERMON WHEELER t-.oir 1 _ WE CLEAN HOUSE Although it is our prerogative to engage in criticism—constructive and destructive—we being amateur incumbents of the Fourth Estate—we deem nothing at present of sufficient significance— to be derided, disputed, or in any way debased in terms verbose. Therefore we shall content our¬ selves with sweeping up past business that our successors may have a clean desk. To those students who follow us in the dir¬ ection of “Pioneer” policies we give our wishes for literary and financial achievements not yet at¬ tained. May they work industriously and wisely, making the “Pioneer” of definite value to the school. We would suggest an abbreviated off¬ spring to bring more periodic news and comment to the students, thereby offering more opportuni¬ ties for the future journalist and business manager. ' HSV We feel greatly indebted to Miss England, Miss Batchelder, and Mr. Halpin, to the Art De¬ partment under Miss Nichols, and to the typists under Miss I inkham for their constant advice and co-operation in the production of the magazine this year. As to graduation, our petite valedictory has little to say. The status quo of world affairs, po¬ litical and economic, is at a peculiar point, one at which it is impossible to see clearly the route ahead. Whatever that route may be, it is our sin¬ cere hope that graduates everywhere have availed themselves of the faculty of rational thinking which should enable them to become vital factors in the preservation of an improved democracy, or whatever form of civilization may be estab¬ lished. Parke W. Masters, ’35 R. H.S. The Pioneer 1935 IN RETROSPECT Turn back the hands of time to the day when we first entered Reading High. We planned our courses of study and looked ahead to the time of graduation. We started with a strong resolve and plans of what we were going to do. Many have met with difficulty and disappointment here in high school. Few have accomplished all they hoped to do or were capable of doing. Still time goes on, and now regardless of how we have spent our years in high school, the time of graduation is near at hand. Each one of us will look back upon our high school days with different feelings. To some, school is over, and they must face the stern realities of life. Let them take courage, for life is only the last test where our final ex¬ aminations are held. Some of us will go on to higher institutions of knowledge for better prepa¬ ration to meet life. Still, through it all, let us remember that our lives are what we make them. Regardless of what is past, the future is still be¬ fore us. Let us look back upon our high school days with smiles for the happy associations and pleasures we have had; with pride and honor for worthy accomplishment and past success. With clear vision let us admit our past mistakes and profit by them. And now let us leave Reading High School not with a thought of loss for what is past but with faith, hope, and a sincere desire to do some¬ thing worth while in the future before us. Sheldon Skofield ’35 HARRY DOWNES With the resignation of Harry Downes, both students and faculty realize that a colorful indi¬ vidual is leaving Reading High School. Mr. Downes came here in 1933 with an impressive record and leaves in 1935 with a reputation suf¬ ficiently heightened to warrant the acceptance of a college contract. Those who were familiar with his past career knew that his advancement was in¬ evitable, and consequently Reading could not hope to retain him. The enthusiasm of students and townspeople accompanied his efforts to rejuvenate our football organization, and his success in this direction was a conspicuous achievement. Rival teams who felt that their engagement with Reading was just a practice session soon recognized a formidable op¬ ponent in our aggregation. We can attribute this only to superior coaching, for the material with which Mr. Downes worked was lighter than that of previous years. Those of us who came under his supervision, especially in football, recognized him as a capable director and a congenial personality. It is indeed with regret that we acknowledge his departure from Reading, and it is not difficult for us to con¬ ceive of his future success. It is our agreed opin¬ ion that the name of Harry Downes will someday be synonymous with that of great football men- :ors. John Dobbins, P. G. OFFICERS OF THE CLASS OF 1935 FRED RYLAND PRISCILLA EISENHAURE LOUISE BOWERS ROBERT PARKER PARKE W. MASTERS Fred Ryland President Our class lias been fortunate in many respects, but having Fred for president probably is the best thing that ever happened to us. The football team has also shown its high esteem of FYed by electing him as its captain. If “Morning Shows the Day”, Fred cer¬ tainly will be a leader and a helping hand wherever he is. Priscilla Eisenhaure Vice President “Spin”, one of the most versatile and popular girls of the class, will matriculate at Bridgewater Teacher’s College next year. She has achieved the tennis championship for three years, has been as¬ sistant editor of the Pioneer, vice president of the class, and still has found time to capture faculty hon¬ ors at graduation. What a record! Louise Bowers Secretary “Bowers” is probably the most affable young lady in our class, as she always has a smile on her lips or a hearty laugh. Louise has participated in tennis and basketball and has proven her ability in both. After graduation, “Bowers” plans to take up nursing. Robert Parker Treasurer “Little man, what now?” Bob, you shocked us, delighted us, and amused us. One of those “they satisfy people,” we hate to let you go. Your favorite subject may be French, but your favorite study is in North Reading. Although a student of the classical course, Bob wants to be a bus driver preferably on the Northern route. He frankly tells us that his fav¬ orite hobby walks, talks, and says no—no dances. Bob’s strongest contention is concerned with his opinion of your editor, but never mind, they really don’t fight. Parke W. Masters Editor of the Pioneer Hail! the Cab and maestro of our class. Parke has been the leading factor in our class activities for the last six years. Besides gracing the band and or¬ chestra, he has headed the Pioneer Board and taken a great interest in our class dances. This future Mr. Calloway has led his own jazz orchestra and has a liking for journalism and politics as well. Parke is certainly one of the most popular and accommodating- fellows in ’35. R. H.S. T he Pi o n e e r l 9 : 5 Dennis Ainsworth Although “Bud” appears studious because of his glasses, appearances are most deceiving. “Bud ' s most pleasing qualities are his good nature and a sense of humor. He’s one of Meadow Brook’s hangers-on and is a favorite visitor with the ladies of the Highlands and adjacent districts. John Ainsworth “Chick hails as one of our most outstanding ath¬ letes and has proven his prowess on the gridiron as well as on the basketball court. His congenial, easy-going manner makes him well liked among the members of the school, and this is especially true of the ladies. “Chick, however, is interested in mechanics, he being a Diesel en¬ thusiast. Lois Albee “Loie’s” ambition is to be liked by everyone. From reactions of everyday life her ambition has practically come true now. Her excellent acting in the Senior Play will always be remembered. Her fine work in the Art Department will merit her a place in the art world some day. Ruth Albee A reliable friend is she to all those who are acquaint¬ ed with her. Ruthie has a pleasing personality despite the diminutive stature that accompanies it. She cap¬ tained the senior basketball team with a capability natural to her. Ruthie fits with the opposite sex, too. Olive Ambrose Behold a quiet little Miss hut with such an interest in piano playing we know that she ' ll wind up in the fu¬ ture by playing in one of the latest dance orchestras. To see Olive pounding out jazz rhythms is our favorite source of pleasure. She is the best sport, for a girl, we’ve ever known, and she’s as popular with the girls as she is with the fellows. Albert Arsenault Here’s one of the finest fellows we ever expect to meet. Though he has never been widely known in school, application to studies won him the deserved recognition as carrier of class honors. As a skier at the carnival, lie assailed the top of Mt. Monadnock with Ingalls, they be¬ ing the only two to accomplish this feat. Helen Arsenault Helen is one of the smaller members of the class, but merely in the physical sense, for her pleasing personality and dependability may result in her realizing her fond de¬ sire to travel and to increase her already impressive knowledge. To play against her in basketball makes one conscious of her athletic ability; she ' s small, fast and vivacious. Irene Atkinson Irene’s chuckling good humor is infectious, and her ability as a hostess is well-known by many of her friends. Irene’s steady, dependable nature will result in her real¬ izing her ambition, that of being a stenographer. R. H. S. The Pioneer 1935 Alice Berclund Blonde, blue-eyed, and pleasant, although most people who arc not well acquainted with her think she is shy and quiet, Alice is one of the best sports—always ready to go anywhere and do almost anything. Believe it or not, some time she’ll be competing with Helene Madi¬ son—what a mean stroke! From her course, we judge she will be an efficient business woman some day. John Allan Bowron Besides terrifying the population by his driving, “Bowrie has been a glutton for punishment as hard working business manager of the dear old Pioneer. His ambition to be a doctor should be aided by his profound knowledge of anatomy. Stanley Rice Boyers When the gang gathers to discuss the merits of the Bruins or “Big Bill” Tilden, “Stub ' s” always in evidence. He has a ready wit and a sense of humor, and in short, he’s an all-around good fellow. Here’s luck to America’s future tennis champ! Douglas Burhoe Doug” is the handsome president of the Hi-Y Club. He carries most of the club around in his Ford road¬ ster, and though there is usually a large crowd along, “Doug” is never without his Chain. Genial and humor¬ ous, “Doug” is one of the most popular members of the class. Emily Fenno Carpenter Fen is everybody’s friend and the horseback riding athlete of the weaker half of the class. She’s got a let¬ ter for everything from football to ping-pong, but her greatest skill is shown in her horseback riding. There’s nothing as valuable as your youth and health, and Fen’s young and healthy. Natalie Carpenter Nat” is a versatile live wire as her activities have shown. She has been prominent in the art department and the riding club, but her greatest achievement was her outstanding work as Mis’ Nelly,” heroine of the Senior Play. Everett Carroll “Ev” was the man behind the scenes of the Senior Play. No one connected with the play worked harder or contributed more to its success than he. “Ev” is al¬ ways doing his share of the work, but he still finds time to smile it off. Robert Carter Bob” is that all-round good sport who plugged the line on the R H. S. grid team quite capably. He has taken the manual arts course and is an efficient work¬ man as well as a good history student. R. H. S. The Pioneer 1935 Marion Cheyne She of the contagious smile and merry eyes, Marion is both a scholastic and social success. A friend indeed is Marion, whose sense of humor is as fine as her sense of poise. Incidentally, if you’re looking for Marion, just find Doug” Burhoe. Joseph Chisholm Joe conies down from Andover to go to school and then spends his time springing puns on the fellows. This year Joe went serious and fought for his varsity letter in football; then he was stationed as traffic officer by the girls’ stairway—oh, well! Davina Clapperton Daisy is her nickname and it describes her better than words. She always has a smile for everyone, and she makes the day seem brighter for those around her. Success always comes with a smile and hard work. Frank W. Colley What would Mr. Peck do without “Bunt’s” kid brother? Frank certainly can play “Bugle Call Rag, and he has a tenor like Frank Parker ' s. He wants to be a big business man; with that trumpet he could be presi¬ dent. Frank is a good bid for class “smoothy” with his clothes, looks, and little Ford. Phyllis Elizabeth Comey “Phil has been our outstanding student in the class ever since she started school. But this isn’t all she does, for she efficiently filled the position of class secretary during our Junior year, besides taking part in basketball and tennis, and this June capturing the coveted gradua¬ tion honor of Valedictorian. Lois Merle Connor It takes the good natured people to make this world go ’round. Lois loves a good laugh, but she knows it’s fun to be serious, too. Anyone who likes to hike will never be bored in this world. And as she adores to raise dogs, that makes her a rival of Mrs. Jenkins. Chester Arthur Cook, Jr. “Chet” ought to be a library trustee if being there is all that’s needed. He has a passion for hockey—and can he swing a mean tennis racquet. Don’t play against him, or he ' ll talk you out of a set. Carl Copeland “Copey” gives the teachers plenty to cope with—but he has a way with the world. He ' s been the whole win¬ ter trying to make an old car streamlined—but there was always a screw loose somewhere. Copey” has a passion for French—the side walk cafes at least. His activities have been setting up dirty scenery for the Senior Play, missing the football, and making the baseball teams. R. H. S. The Pioneer 193 5 Elizabeth May Crosby I lie gods gave “Buffy a head start—she did the rest. Buffy wants to be a newspaper woman, hut we think she ' d he a better character actress, after her ex¬ cellent characterization in the Senior Play. Also this carrot-topped individual has a sense of humor comparable to Joe Pcnner’s. Catherine Cummings Katie is the class giggler without a doubt and who doesn t like it . J She has been an outstanding figure on the tennis and basketball courts and is excellent in both. “Katie may not be too serious, but she’s got some good sense. Grace Virginia Curtis Grade has a grand line and a lot of nice, fluffy, yellow hair—why go on? Although she likes office train¬ ing best, Gracie aspires to be a dietitian. She loves to dance, to roller skate, and to cook ! What possibilities ! Mary Kathryn Dissel We thought Mary w’as just a beloved memory when she shipped off to another school last year, but she must have become homesick. Mary’s a great sport who has been a decisive factor in the preparation of class dances. Even though a member of royalty (carnival queen), Mary has a weakness for football games—stop me if you know why. Althea Doucette One of the most delightful of the very wild revellers “Stub Boyers assembled to cavort for the Senior Play, Althea has long been a prominent member of the class and is another convert to the watch-in-the-ward society of some big hospital. Beatrice Doucette Bea” has worked hard during high school—taking the commercial course. But that’s not all—she has a stable stroke in the water, and speaking of stables, the girl just dotes on horseback riding. Paul Francis Doucette Joe’s sense of humor is always well lubricated just as his willingness to work at a likeable subject, such as Chemistry, Math, or History is apparent. Joe believes in alphabet broth. He says he ' ll join the E. R. A. or C. C. C. in the future Lillian Mary Drew Lillian is an optimist . Her immediate future is to find work. We hope she’ll be successful. Which job will you take, Lil, hairdressing or office work? Lil has many out-door hobbies. She likes canoeing, especially, and horseback riding, too. Best wishes, Lillian. R. H.S. The Pioneer 1935 George Dugan A champion of pink lemonade and a future dairy far¬ mer. George has been unusually successful, good-natured, and active. A little blue eagle told us that George is also a good politician—we hardly blame our class president. Margaret Catherine Dulong Margaret, better known as “Sis,” is industrious and conscientious. Sis” has many other interests besides bookkeeping. She likes lots of noise in a happy crowd. One of her interests—weddings—is unique. Rita May Durfee Rita is that pretty girl with the sunny smile. Be¬ sides smiling, she likes to dance, swim, and skate. She’s one of the girls who takes down Hygiene notes in Short¬ hand, just for fun. Shorthand is her favorite study. Rita wants to be a telephone operator. Some number! Rayna Edwards Rayna is another member of our class who plans to matriculate at Teachers’ College. Her future is that of a teacher of English, her favorite study. Besides her studies, Rayna has been able to lend her fine personality to her many friends. Oh, Hoppie!” Walter Earle Eldredge Earle is very much interested in radios. He makes a hobby of amateur broadcasting, and aspires to be a U. S. Navy Radio Operator aboard ship. He will enter the U. S. Navy Training School for electricians soon. His interest in physics points to success in that work. Ruby Louise Ellis Ruby is the gem of the class. She is a fine stenogra¬ pher and her ambition is to be a private secretary. Also Ruby has two recreations in which she excels—swimming and dancing. Virginia M. Erickson “Ginny” has pursued the business course, and though she’s a very quiet individual, she’s an accomplished swim¬ mer besides being an efficient carrier of office notices. Natalie Fairchild “Nat has two ambitions: one is to dig up musty mum¬ mies in Egypt, and the other is to be a hard-boiled ranch¬ er, but, in case she doesn’t achieve these more romantic goals, she ' ll be a book critic. She is an all-’round good sport and plays a fast game of tennis. R. H.S. The Pioneer 1935 Genevieve Mary Faulkner “Gen” loves to hit the type keys and is often seen burning up the courts. Speaking of burning up, we bet the tires on “Gen ' s” car have originated a few sparks. Her immediate future is undecided, but she will probably follow most of the other girls and enter training as a nurse. Helen Fortune Portrait of a well-dressed lady—Helen has lent her pleasing personality and charming appearance to the art classes during her high school career, for her ambition lies in the field of clothes designing. N. B., Mr. Adrian. Robert Foye A favorite on the diamond as well as in the class¬ room, “Boh has been a rare combination of gentleman and sportsman. He was ours; now he belongs to the “bleachers.” Eleanor Jeanette French “Frenchie” has led the football fans for three years with her hearty “Rahs” and charming smiles. She has been Secretary of the Junior Woman’s Club (some fun!), a basketball and tennis player. “Frenchie” is one of the most popular girls in the class, being outstanding in the classrooms and at the proms. Kathryn B. Fultz Our petite dark-haired Kitty with the usual number of legs and arms and a dazzling smile to boot—we wax technical, because Kitty’s favorite study is Biology—has been a rip-roaring cheer leader for three years. On days sunny and otherwise, Kitty may be seen cross-country hiking but not studying. Benjamin M. Hartshorn Ben, the good-natured Caballero of the class, spends his time making other people laugh. Next year he will he at Andover, and R. H. S. will be without his sparkling personality. Edith Hartshorn A gracious pencil lender and a charming smiler is Edith, who promises to he a second Florence Nighting¬ ale. Her good-natured personality and ready sympathy will surely aid her on her way to success in the nursing profession. Madeline Heselton “Hezzie” longs for the life of the big city and prob¬ ably wants to hit high spots. She tickles the ivories like nobody’s business, and a little music is a great help when we need a lift. In “Hezzie” we find the rare combination of a genius and a good sport. R. H. S. T H E P I O N E E R 19 3 5 Lois Hildreth Lois is one of the girls with bankers’ hours, for she always strolls in around the middle of the morning. She’s another girl who’s hard to know but is very popu¬ lar with all her friends. Clyffeton Hill Cliff” is the unusual combination of brains and brawn. One of our big, strong, silent men, “Cliff was regular right guard in football. We also hear he just missed the first ten scholastically. This mass of muscle is a mathematical wizard too. Norman Charles Hinds Hindsy” is an enterprising classmate who has be¬ come a pal to everyone. He has worked in the account¬ ing course and hopes to attend college in the future. Grave “Normie,” at his post on the second floor landing is a familiar sight to boys and girls alike. Dorothy Holden Dark-haired and pretty with a sunny smile, Dot is one of our most popular brunettes. Dot is looking for¬ ward to an exam-less high school, not to mention summer and Revere Beach. We hear she’s an excellent swimmer too. Edgar Maxwell Holland Maxie” is the silver-tongued orator of the senior class who finds a knowledge of the world’s worst puns is a great help in winning debates. Max also excels in football and track, and among other things, a nice little sophomore. Robert Hopkins An accomplished pianist, Hop” is very much in de¬ mand during the lunch hours. He excels in track and tennis, besides being a good student, although his marks come through hard study. Hop” can ' t quite decide whether or not to continue his music, but we think he should. Frances Hubbard From reliable sources we have discovered that “Fran” has inner intentions of becoming a hairdresser or a nurse. Surely her quiet dependable ways will lead her on to success even though we never hear from her or see her a great deal around school. Julian Hurd Judd” is interested in the science of electricity. As his idea of fun is working, some day we may find him a well-known electrician. Lately he’s spent his time col¬ lecting picture money for the Pioneer”—a thankless job. Good luck, “Judd.” R. H.S. The Pioneer 19 3 5 Wyatt Ingalls What would the band, orchestra, and Hi-Y do minus “Iggy.- ' Especially the Hi-Y. where he furnishes safe and rapid transportation in his model T. “Iggy’s” good disposition is a great asset, and without doubt lie will succeed at whatever he undertakes. Elvira Ireland Elvira, the orator” of the senior group is one of the most talented members of our class possessing both a fine voice and pleasing personality. As a result of her outstanding work in biology, she is aiming to be a nurse at the Peter Bent Brigham Hospital where her success is inevitable. Parker Kimball Parke’s chief hobby is to occupy somebody’s car or to visit one of the many homes where lie’s always wel¬ come. He has managed the basketball team since his sophomore year. Parke is a great fellow with a keen sense of humor and is the social dictator of the class. Mildred Landry Mildred, better known as Milly,” is a quiet charm¬ ing person who will, no doubt, make an extremely effi¬ cient secretary. Her smooth dancing makes her popular with the boys as well as the girls. Edith Turner Leach “Edie” is one of the few blondes and another class “smoothy.” She has chosen the normal course and has been a participant in school sports, having thrice won the doubles crown in tennis with Priscilla. Also “Edie” has been an active member of the chorus and orchestra besides having found time to devote to Phil. June Lenfest Besides being a satellite in the class fashion parade, June has won distinction as junior girl and coming to class late. She is another mamselle of ’35 whose school career reveals nothing but whose private life makes her one of the most popular gals” in the senior class. Dora Levine Dora belongs to the first members of the class, noted for her scholastic achievements and her willingness to co-operate in class affairs. She will be remembered for her amiable disposition and her quiet sense of humor. Pauline Lewis “Pretty Polly,” who has taken the college course, plans to attend college where she may continue her pur¬ suit of her favorite study, English. Polly is a member of the Junior Woman’s Club and her glorious head is the signal for fun in any classroom. R. H. S. The Pioneer 193 5 Hope Littlefield A wunderlust at heart, Hope threatens to leave us and seek her adventures around the world. But we are fortunate to have had Hope with us at all. We envy Middlebury College, for it is there that Hope plans to re¬ side the next four years. A boon to any committee, a support to any class, Hope has indeed been individual. Viola May Livingstone Viola—“Vi” for short—has labored through the col¬ lege course and has fondness for history. Tall and vi¬ vacious “Vi” has taken an active interest in basketball, hockey, tennis, riding, and swimming, not forgetting fine dramatic qualities in the Senior Play. After being a P. G., she hopes to be a teacher of Physical Culture. Rltii Alice Lutz Ruth’s chums in the Practical Arts Course know her as “Lutzie.” Although her favorite study is shorthand, her ambition is to be a good dietitian. In the meantime, she enjoys ice skating and dancing as her favorite hob¬ bies. John Lawton Frederic Maguire “Magoo” needs a long name to go with a big frame. Besides sleeping and eating, his main activities have been chows, tennis, and being class actor in the Senior Play where he shone brilliantly. He’s followed the college course but spends most of his time expounding his theo¬ ries in history discussions. Dora Marchetti “Dot” hopes to be a secretary. Her course in clerical studies, her fondness for English, and her efficiency should help her in this ambition. As an all-round ath¬ lete, Dot has won a reputation for her favorite occupa¬ tions—hockey, tennis, and the blonde background result in her very “chic’ appearance. Ralph Mason Ralph has tacitly pursued the Practical Arts Course, but nevertheless he has found time to keep a finger in the political pie, being a most loyal henchman of President Ryland. Ralph has also distinguished himself as football manager for the past three years. John Angus Mathieson A more versatile man there never was. A star on the gridiron and a clergyman behind the footlights, John has been an important and interesting member of our class. Musical ability is also one of John’s endowments. He has provided a strong note in both hand and orchestra. William Dillon McCarthy Bill is one of those three letter men. He is not only a good athlete, but an excellent scholar. There are many of the opposite sex who would enjoy his company, but it seems as if there is only one for Bill. Bill will keep up his work at B. C. next year, and both will benefit by the meeting. R. H.S. The Pioneer 193 5 Frances McOuesten Frances has quietly pursued the Practical Arts Course with no activities other than her hobbies of swim¬ ming and playing tennis. She plans to study dietetics and will return next year for a Post Graduate Course. George M. McSheehy “Mac is one of the high minded members of the class. His ambition to become an aeronautical engineer is suited to his aptitude. He ' s also been very active in Hi-Y, and this year pioneered a hockey club destined to pave the way for official recognition of this sport. Anne Mentus Anne is one of the versatile girls in the commercial group. Her ambition is to be a private secretary. Al¬ though she is interested in screen and radio stars, her ideas of fun tend towards the great outdoors. Edward John Michalosky “Mike” is the class shiek and even though girls are charmed by him, all the fellows think he is a great guy. Also he has had an athletic career, for he has captained the basketball team and starred in football. But don’t think “Mike” is just a play-boy and athlete, for his am¬ bition to become a dental surgeon is certainly a most worthy one. F. Warren Miller, Jr. “Mickie,” who’s a great fellow, certainly adds pep to any class and we think that his contention, “Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, healthy, and healthy,” must have been the contention of the majority of the class. Mickie” was among the best in the Senior Play as the young Romeo. We hear he’s pretty good at it in reality, too. Also Warren has an adaptation for any and all sports. Donald Mitchell “Mitch” has pursued his carefree way through school tooting his slide trombone, gaining his letters in foot¬ ball, and making cracks about a certain orchestra leader. Very popular with the follows who know him, he has completed the business course with success. Alice Moody Here indeed is a musical lady, a member of both band and orchestra. Each morning the Hag has been raised to the notes of the bugle blown by Alice. Modest and quiet, Alice, has proven a friend many times. Good luck, Miss Moody! Janet Moulton Janet’s ambition is to work for what she gets and she is practising for this by climbing mountains. Her ideas of fun coincide with her practical ideas of life, for she plans to conquer mountains in both fields. She is equally at home on sea or land, for Janet enjoys boating, too. R. H.S. The Pioneer 193 5 Clara Nelson Small and blonde Clara is one of our little girls. Chorus, basketball, and tennis have occupied her time in high school. Photography is her chief hobby and. al¬ though she won ' t own up to it, she loves knitting. Why so, Clara? It’s quite the style. Harley Nelson “Nellie” is bound for Tufts College and aspires to be a great chemist, although he shines in mathematics. Har¬ ley believes we should have more student government; but the idea which is most important in his mind, is that there ought to be a ban on alarm clocks. Don’t we all wish that? Harry Wilbur Nutter Guess what! Wilbur has been deceiving all this time—his real name is Harry. A perfect ace on the base¬ ball diamond, we don’t blame him for wanting to go into baseball in a professional way. “Junie” hates politics and advertisements—a good idea, eh classmates?—but finds his fun in swimming and dancing. Such a little fellow, too! It’s really a shame he didn’t eat his spinach. Evelyn Olsen Are we lucky! Having “Ev” in our class has been tops. Invariably there when we needed her, La Olsen” has been a big help. “Ev” enjoys very informal debates and has been outstanding for her public speaking. She claims to have no immediate future, but her personality will win her something good. Doris Phillips “Do-rass” is seen and heard often at musical affairs; therefore, we aren’t surprised at her ambition to become a musical supervisor. She is no fickle lady and adheres to her conviction that Waltham is a nice place. She is a real student, and as a friend she leaves many pleasant memories. Jean Piiippen “Phip,” whose ambition is more dough,” has a gra¬ cious personality which has won the admiration of all who know her. A more versatile and charming young lady would be hard to find, for she is President of the Junior Woman’s Club, the graceful drum-major of the band, and is active in public speaking. Her immediate future is college and this outlook looks especially bright. Katherine Pierce Kay, one of the gigglers of the class, is destined to obtain success in her particular field. She is also out¬ standing in sports, especially basketball, where her per¬ fect physique is apparent. Dorothy Plummer “Dot had us a bit scared for a time, but we soon dis¬ covered a delightful personality underneath her reserved appearance. We think Dot a great relief from the ul¬ tra-modern miss of the mad jazz age. R. H.S. The Pioneer 1935 Helen Pratt “Pony. fair in more ways than one, desires to become a successful business woman. Helen hates overshoes, but loves good shows! Throughout her high school days she has graced the Combined Commercial Course with her interest. A lover of sports we sometimes see her wield¬ ing a clever tennis racket. Invariably giggling, we hope she always keeps that’’ sense of humour. Sumner Edward Ralston “Kchy” is the outdoor man who has a liking for fish¬ ing. But wait! He also believes in study, for he wants to be an experimental chemist. We hear there is a pass¬ ion for music too. Edith Rich man “Dolly” has teamed up w T ith “Ev Streeter to be¬ come famous in class circles as an artist. She is posses¬ sor of a delightful personality and has a consummate knowledge of clothes and the wearing of them. She will follow several of the other girls next year and go into training as a nurse. Philip Emery Robinson Here is a person with a one-track mind, and it seems to be tennis. He’s always on the courts. Phil is one of these strong and rather silent men who “thinks” he’s a woman hater. We often wonder. But everyone likes Phil and wishes him the best of luck. Helen Virginia Sargent “Sarg” is one of the most sensible girls in the class, since she believes we are old enough now to decide most things for ourselves. Her common sense also extends to staying- home on cloudy days. But “Sarg” isn ' t always a quiet and thoughtful girl. Oh no—she’s one of the best at laughing. Ask anjr of her many friends. Richard Schaeffer “Shay” has had lots of fun in his three years at school hut lie’s able to keep a high standard of work in his scientific course along with playing baseball. Also Shay” has been very popular and a real out-door fellow. Peter Anello Scollo Pete from North Reading is no doubt one of the quietest boys of the class. He sticks to his studies and bothers no one, though he will always help if he can. Pete’s immediate objective is B. U., and his future a meterologist—riding on the stars, eh Pete? Here’s to you! Henry James Skane “Pappy” Skane is one of the practical fellows of the class, as is shown by his clerical course. Although Hank likes a good time and has been a mainstay on the basket¬ ball court for the past three years, he has accredited him¬ self scholastically throughout his school career. R. H.S. The Pioneer 193 5 Sheldon Skolfield Who is this “Skippy blonde from Maine? Well, it ' s Sheldon, who came in the middle of our junior year, and has been startling us ever since. Furthermore, he believes Parke is a jazz king, oh yes? A friend of every¬ one is “Skippy” and an asset to any school. “Skip is an ace in all atldetics and social accomplishments as well as being able to swing a clever pen for the Pioneer. To list his activities would be an immense task of which we do not feel capable. C. Dewey Smith The “C is for Carl but his most natural name is “Smitty.” One can always see him dancing with his sophomore ambition during the 5th period. No wonder he considers dancing a hobby along with his likeness for sports. Smitty ' s” favorite subject is history; his fav¬ orite sport, golf; and color, well naturally it ' s Brown. Madelyne Spellman Just look at her picture and you’ll know why she’ll he a good stenographer! Could anyone resist that smile? Moreover, we understand that she is also efficient, which is almost too much to expect. We wish you success, Madelyne, and we are sure our wish will come true. Alta Stewart Who could resist those dimples? The answer is: no one, and that, combined with her sense of humor, is what makes “Stewie” so popular. She is quite an ac¬ tress, as the audience of the Senior Play will recall. Al¬ ta organized all the minor rehearsals at the Senior Play as personal assistant to Mr. Bliss. Phyllis Stone Phyllis may be quiet, but anyone who knows her will testify that she’s lots of fun. We hear that she has no scruples, whatsoever, about being absent and, which is more important, apparently has little difficulty with make-up work! Such ability should accomplish much, Phyllis, and we know it will. Evelyn Streeter “Eve’s” idea of lots of fun is to go automobiling “with the right people.” We wonder what that could mean! Her sparkling smile and cheerful disposition have won her many friends, who will not soon forget her. If she proves as competent at everything as she has at art, in which she is a star pupil, she will surely attain suc¬ cess. Florence Sullivan Florence objects strenuously to being thought quiet, so try to picture her as quite wild. She is going to be a teacher, and is preparing for this vocation by specializ¬ ing in economics (monopolies!) and in history. We know she will make an excellent teacher if patience and willing¬ ness to work are important requisites. Fannie Tabachnick Did you know that Fannie has a secret ambition? She wants to be a successful radio singer. We have also heard that she is interested in drawing; therefore, she seems to be devoted to all of the arts. According to re¬ ports, she is something of a golfer, with tennis holding second place among her favorite sports. Her diversified interests will make her life an interesting one. R. II. S. The Pioneer 1935 Bernice Terhune Another girl who likes history! “Bernie” (might we say “Rcdr”) thinks that some day teachers will be un¬ able to think of another question. Is it possible that they are showing tendencies in that direction? “Bernie” is going to be a secretary in the near future, and we know that she will work then as efficiently as she does now. Elizabeth Turner Blondes, especially those who never speak unless they have something to say, are rather rare, and Lib” is one of the rarest. In a quiet way, she is one of the most popular members of our class, and to those of us who know her best she is a true friend and a real pal. Good wishes and best of luck to a grand girl! Earl Vance “Dazzy” goes in for sports in a big way, track and baseball being his favorites. One of his hobbies is being late enough for school so that the first period may seem short. Some day we are going to read about “Dazzy” as a great doctor, and be able to tell people that we are at least acquainted with the famous. Helen Wallace The commercial course has been graced by Helen’s enrollment and the business world will profit in the near future. Being versatile in her interests, Helen enjoys skating and the cross country tramp as well as book¬ keeping. John Joseph Weafer When things are right, Or when things go wrong, Johnny Weafer just keeps Plugging along. “Weaf” was the spark plug of the Senior Play, for it was his inimitable wit that kept rehearsals up to par. Incidentally, his dormant talents were unforgettable. Mildred Eleanor Wheeler “Mimi” has pursued the classical course with no little success. She desires to be an opera singer but will be a nurse instead. Mildred also has the most worthy hobby of traveling and has had many interesting experiences which she has often reviewed for the “Pioneer.” Rita Elizabeth Whelton Rita is one of the class salutatorians, and well does she deserve to be. She has worked hard during her school career and has achieved excellent ranks. Never¬ theless, Rita has also found time to help her many friends and preside as the efficient chairman of the Senior Play Ticket Committee. Norman Robert White “Normie” has pursued the commercial course for the last three years, but his chief claim to fame lies in his athletic record because he has distinguished himself both in football and baseball. An ardent hanger on at the diamond, “Normie” plans to enter professional baseball. R. H. S. The Pioneer 193 5 Pauline Mary White A reclusive enigma of the west side, “Polly” has quietly pursued her scholastic way with the class of ’35. She has followed the Commercial Course, and in her in¬ terview with Pioneer sleuths let it to he known that her chief hobbies are horseback riding and swimming. Fred Wilson Fred is one of the more serious-minded members of our class—a conscientious worker. His favorite subjects in school and pastimes at home have a scientific trend. Perhaps you didn’t know that Fred has a very fine lab¬ oratory in his cellar. His experiments are quite remark¬ able—so is his vocabulary. Eleanor Patricia Wright Rosie” has proved to be everybody’s pal as head treasurer of the lunch periods. Always a bright light in class affairs, Eleanor has lately confined her attentions to a certain West sider. George Bradstreet Wright “Gige” is that nice-looking chap who plays police¬ man in the assembly hall. He is quiet, but a great fellow with a crowd and another driver who gives us night¬ mares. Personally, we ' d slate him as Social Enemy Num¬ ber One, but what ' s one man’s opinion against all the ladies he knows? Sylvia Zalkan Every class seems to have an exceptional poet or poet¬ ess, and Sylvia is ours. She has produced several works which have been published in the Pioneer. All her ef¬ forts are not confined to poetry, however, for Sylvia has kept a high scholastic rating. Walter Black “Walt” has worked hard in all lie’s taken up and has been a real asset to the class both as an organizer in class politics and a driving committee worker. He starred in the preparations for the Senior Play and is a fiend in the scientific detection of crime. R. H. S. The Pioneer 1 9 3 5 Elvira Apperti “Al,” a new comer in our midst this year, possesses those traits of character which ill¬ ustrate the axiom: To be seen, and not heard.” She certainly can draw; thus her great interest in the art course. Her ambi¬ tion is to become a nurse, which occupation, though far removed from the paint brush, is a very worthy pursuit. Doris Barchard “Dorie” plans to enter the business world and achieve a position of private secretary. She possesses a steady business-like attitude and the ability to think. Although this has been her first year at Reading High, she has already distinguished herself as a speedy typist. John Wesley Bridge John is the genius who puts it all over the rest of us in anything in which you use mathematics. Even Mr. Halpin has to watch out for John. He ' s a glutton for work, too. and someday John will be a second Einstein. Harold Warren Corthell Whitie” is the class pilot—he zooms through the halls checking his ailerons and watching his tail winds. A follower of the “Aggie Course,” Hal spends his spare time judging fruits and vegetables at the surround¬ ing fairs. Charles Frederick Doughty Bud” has found time to manage the lighting effects of the Senior Play as only he could do it. He ' s a regular wizard when it comes to electricity; even his musical inclina¬ tions lean toward a modern all-electric organ. One of the most resourceful and efficient fel¬ lows in the class, Charles has gained an en¬ viable scholastic record. Roland Hill Esty, Jr. Roily” is one of the quiet but wise mem¬ bers of ' 35. His ambition is to follow the brill}’ deep, so he’s headed for nautical school and then work for a captaincy. We’re in¬ clined to think he’ll manage it, too. Bette Ann Gammons Five feet something of electricity, con¬ tagious laughter, and energy. Bette’s ambi¬ tion is to become the private secretary to J. P. Morgan. “Gammie” listens to Cab Cal¬ loway to soothe her troubled brow, as she worries a lot about the famine in Russia, which accounts for that “far off look. Bette plays tennis, basketball, and hockey, and is a star at selling candy at our social functions. Edna May Gorey “I won’t dance,” but “Ed” certainly will. Well, we really don ' t know about her Carioca or Tango, but her obliging ways are certainly worth stepping for. Ed ' s” favorite subject is English, and her course is Secretarial. The future? Why worry! Mildred Hicks Although Mildred seems rather quiet, she’s been known to make plenty of noise; for instance, in blowing the bugle for flag raising. She likes office work, and should be an efficient member of an office staff. Mil¬ dred has worked high in Girl Scouts, and is probably one of the very few girls in our class who can tie a square-knot, or keep a campfire from burning up the whole woods. Earl Hobart Earl is a familiar figure around high school, but, alas, he will be no more, for it has been the privilege of the Class of ’35 to take Earl along with us. The tall good- natured fellow has also been a stand-by in the orchestra and band during his high school career. Sherman Parker Lester Bud” hopes to be a landscape gardener one of these days. The study of agriculture has been his favorite, while dancing is his chief diversion. “Bud” may be silent, but his disposition becomes his ever-smiling coun¬ tenance. Clifton LeTourneau Here is a fellow who rivals the great Mr. Schofield as scholar, versatile athlete, and gentleman. Their recent wrestling match was a source of much amusement. “Cliff” is mech- ically minded with a preference for the study of Diesel engines. C. William Mooney Probably the most dramatic personality ever to grace the portals, Bill has become very well known because of his distinctiveness He has devoted his school career to the pur¬ suit of the arts ; literature, poetry, music, and drama, leaving Reading High School with a well rounded culture plus a clever sense of humor. Alice Moorehouse “Al” is a newcomer to our class but by all reports from the school she came from, she is a very active person and a member that any class can be proud of. Her ambition is to become a secretary, and she has pursued her studies in that direction. Willard Morrison “Shadow” hails from North Reading. Because of his hobby he could have easily been the Class Photographer; he is also in¬ terested in radios. This year Willard took time off from pounding the bass drum to turn out sheafs of poetry that left the lads gasping. Margaret O’Leary Margaret’s ambition is law, and her quiet voice and pleasing personality should prove valuable assets. She can often be seen carry¬ ing innumerable books through the corridors and appearing very studious. Off stage she’s a great swimmer and a good sport. Harold Fraser Waugh Harold is a quiet and studious fellow who’s hard to know but a great fellow to get along with. He’s interested in woodwork, and he’s another enthusiast of swimming and skating. JUNIOR CLASS SOPHOMORE CLASS R.H.S. T HE P I ONEER 1 9 3 5 m SCHOOL ACTIVITIES U ROYS’ ATHLETICS GOLF BASKETBALL Reading enjoyed a good basketball season, winning 6 games and losing 8. I he team played good basketball with fast passing and good shoot¬ ing that told on its opponents. With “Normie” White, “Chick” Ainsworth, “Denny” Ainsworth, “Ronny DePatie, Bob Channonhouse, George Radulski, “Bob Foye, “Bill” McCarthy, “Skippy” Skolfield, Henry Land¬ ry, and all others playing bang-up basketball, the games were exciting and interesting. Unfortunately Captain Ed Michalosky was in¬ jured early in the season and was unable to con¬ tinue because of his “football knee. “Mike has been getting around a good deal with the aid of a cane. With “Mike” out, “Chick” Ainsworth took over the duties of captain, and carried the team through a fast and furious season. An outstand¬ ing battle was the Belmont game. Reading lost to the undefeated league champs by only one point. A summary of the season follows: Dec. 22 Reading—21 Alumni—37 Jan. 2 Reading—20 Stoneham—14 Jan. 4 Reading-—17 Lexington—27 Jan. 9 Reading—31 W inchester—25 Jan. 12 Reading—16 Wakefield—19 Jan. 16 Reading—47 Hamilton—22 Jan. 18 Reading—25 Stoneham—-18 Jan. 23 Reading—15 Belmont—16 Jan. 26 Reading—24 Melrose—18 Feb. 1 Reading—13 Winchester—-25 Feb. 6 Reading—22 Wakefield—23 Feb. J O Reading—18 Woburn—33 Feb. 13 Reading—29 Lexington—23 Feb. 15 Reading—17 Belmont—25 Totals 315 325 League Standing Won Belmont 10 Winchester 6 Lexington 5 Reading 4 Wakefield 3 Stoneham 2 Lost 0 4 5 6 7 8 The golf team got an early start this season and won two out of its first three games. After a practice at Meadow Brook, the team played Peabody. Although they could not hope to beat the undefeated champs for at least two years, they went to the North Shore Country Club and put up a good showing. Within the week after vacation they played two more games and beat Melrose and Woburn. From the looks of things at the time of writing, we should have a fairly successful season, to say the least. The members of the team are Francis Dough¬ erty, Herbert Madden, Frank Sargent, Dick Cleve¬ land, “Larry Cate, Dewey Smith, Richard Schaef¬ fer, and Earl Vance. TENNIS This spring a tennis tournament, both exciting and interesting, was conducted under the direction of Bill Timmerman and Coach Althoff. The tennis team which consists of “Stub Boy¬ ers, Bill Timmerman, John Maguire, Sheldon Skol¬ field, Richard Merrill, Leo Meuse, Wendell God¬ frey, and Chester Cook, had a good line up and at the time of writing, expects to do well in a match against the B. C. freshmen. Tennis is gaining a greater foothold in Read¬ ing each year. The organization of tournaments and the team should do much to stimulate an even greater interest. BASEBALL This year the baseball team lias had an aver¬ age season. In practice and in the early games, the boys looked good and were “hitting ’em high, wide, and handsome.” Several new pitchers appeared so that the battery was well upheld in that half. “Normie” White, our all-round player and captain, was at shortstop; George Radulski, at first base, with John Doane at second. Robert Skane was third baseman, Wilbur Nutter, pitcher, Dick Crooker and Rosswell Meuse taking over the position when necessary. Henry Landry, “Skippy” Skolfield, John De- vaney, and Ronald DePatie did some nice work in the outfield. Delmar Cotreau, our catcher, played a nice game, and gave the team plenty of support with his vocal cords. If snapping the ball from base to base meant anything, the season was success¬ ful. Gardner Knapp, ’36 R. H.S. 1 9 3 5 BASKETBALL, 1935 First Row—Left to right—Robert Skane, John Doane, Vernon Lake, Norman White, Wilbur Nutter, Ronald DePafie, Sheldon Skolfield, George Radulski. Second Row—Ernest Arsenault, Lawrence O’Brien, Delma Cotreau, Henry Landry, Mgr. Harley Nelson, Richard Crooker, Roswell Meuse, Harold Xavier, Ernest Leavitt. Third Row-—Robert Staples, Theodore Heselton, James Lawlor, Donald Mitchell, Coach Harry Downes, Henry Perkins, Gordon Hill, John Creiger. First Row—Left to right—N. White, W. McCarthy, R. Channonhouse, E. Michalosky, J. Answorth, R ' . DePatie, D. Ainsworth, S. Skofield, W. Foye. Second Row—L. O’Brien, F. Devaney, T. Heselton, F. Kenney, G. Radulski, Coach Althoff, R. Merrill, H. Landry, D. Cotreau, Manager P. Kimball. .. BASEBALL, 1935 K. II. s. T h e Pioneer 19 3 5 GIRLS’ ATHLETICS MUSICAL ORGANIZATIONS The annual Spring Tennis Tournament is now under way with thirty-four girls entered in the doubles matches and sixteen girls entered in the singles matches. The tournament was finished by the first week in June. The Riding Club has started again under the direction of M iss Nichols. Riding twice a week at Fillmore’s in Melrose are Ruth Boston, Earline Brown, Barbara Carpenter, Fen Carpenter, Natalie Carpenter, Barbara Kimball, Helen Nelson, Olive Ordway, Ida Rand, and Ella Watts. In the middle of the winter a group of girls formed a Swimming Club which spent one after¬ noon a week at the Malden Y. M. C. A. They were instructed in all types of swimming, and instruction in Red Cross Life Saving was given. Members of the swimming class were Fen Carpenter, Elinor Mill s, Irene Norton, Barbara Sawyer, Winifred Keating, Jean Jacobs, Lois Quigley, Irene Whit¬ comb, Mary Hitchcock, and Elinor Quigley. Sev¬ eral of the girls went down for separate lessons once or twice during the season. During the basketball season this year, in which forty-three girls participated, we played by classes three outside games with Wilmington, Win¬ chester, and the Junior High School, in addition to a return game with Wilmington. The game with Wilmington High School resulted in a de¬ cisive victory for Wilmington, the score for all three classes being 68 to 44. At Winchester our Seniors and Sophomores proved to be more suc¬ cessful, hut our Juniors lost by a very close score. The total for this game w r as 49 to 28 in favor of Reading High. The game with Junior High School proved a complete victory for the High School with a large margin for all three teams. This game resulted in a score of 59 to 14. We played one return game with Wilmington which we lost, with a final score of 75 to 47. At a recent assembly various girls were pre¬ sented with awards for their time and work spent in basketball. The following received: Bars: L. Albee, I. Norton, and T. Werner. Emblems: R. Albee, K. Cummings, M. Dis- sell, I. Atkinson, B. Sawyer, J. Wilkinson, A. Ol¬ sen, L. Carder, I. Whitcomb, E. White, M. Mason. Letters: J. Lenfest, F. Carpenter, E. Hart¬ shorn, V. Livingstone, V. Pomeroy, H. Esly, M. Atkinson, R. Riley, C. Ryland. Numerals: F. Hubbard, B. Newbauer, R. Hill, J. Veazie, Y. Brennan, H. Riley, B. Callahan, A. Waugh, A. Carder, M. Wistuba. Chevrons: V. Clancy, E. Salmon, 0. Bates, N. Boyle, 1 . Parker, G. Storti, B. Turkington, S. Marchetti, E. Lee, M. Knapp. Irene Norton, ’36 The Band has made a number of public ap¬ pearances in the form of concerts and demonstra¬ tions on the Athlet ic Field. It played at the musi¬ cal program at the Junior High School early this year, at which the chorus gave several selections. On May 18, members attended the annual Musical Festival in Quincy. The officers of the hand are as follows: Captain, Wyatt Ingalls; First Student Director, Donald Blaisdell; Second Student Dir¬ ector, Elsden Richardson; Drum Major, Jean Phip- pen. The Orchestra has played at various assem¬ blies, besides having its weekly rehearsals on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. One of the se¬ lections which the Orchestra rendered at a recent assembly was the well-known “Carioca.” The Chorus has grown considerably since the half year, when a large group of the seniors joined the chorus to practice for their graduation selec¬ tions. For the past few months the group has worked on various choir selections in addition to several lighter classical selections. Approximately ten students from the chorus represented our school at the New England Chorus Festival, which was held in Lowell, from May 23 to May 25. The students who took part in this program included Beverly Barbour, Alice Moody, Doris Phillips, Tessibell Werner, Nancy Rossman, Irene Norton, Earl Vance, Priscilla Mathieson, Bernard Nichols, and James Russell. Irene Norton, ’36 HI-Y NEWS The Hi-Y Club, under the guidance of Clar¬ ence Gay, Mr. Pope, Newell Morton, and Joseph Byram as advisers, has had a profitable year. James Russell, the president, turned the club over to the vice-president, Douglas Burhoe, at the half year, and both Russell and Burhoe have done a fine piece of work. The club has enjoyed several swims at the University Club pool in Boston, and also sent four delegates to the Hi-Y Conference in Springfield in December. At this interesting conference every boy was pul on his own initiative, and each one de¬ rived some good experience from it. A score of interesting speakers have been ob¬ tained, both local and out-of-town men, and all were very instructive. Some of the speakers were Albert Leman, Arthur Coolidge, and several ath¬ letes from Harvard. There are, in the club, thirty-eight members, though the ranks will be somewhat depleted after graduation. The club had, during the year, a college night, when men from various colleges spoke on their R. H. S. The Pioneer 193 5 GIRLS’ TENNIS Front Row—Left to right—F. Carpenter, B. Sawyer, K. Cummings, O. Bates, K ' . Hill, I. Norton, T. Wer¬ ner, E. French, I. Albee, V. Pomeroy, H. Esty. Second Row—M. Doucette, J. Wilkinson, E. Ambrose, N. Boyle, B. Parker, E. Brown, J. Veazie, V. Livingstone, R. Albee. Third Row—P. Jones, D. Marchetti, M. Hatfield, A. MacDonald, E. Lee, E. LaPlante, B. Meuse. Fourth Row—C. Taylor, P. Eisenhaure, E. Leach, C. Fortune, F. Shay, E. Jewell, B. Kimball, O. Am¬ brose, P. Gill, H. Gillis, H. Pratt. GIRLS’ BASKETBALL Front Row—Left to right—A. Olson, B. Sawyer, F. Carpenter, I. Atkinson, K. Cummings, F. Hubbard, R. Albee, J .Lenfest, M. Dissel, L. Albee, V. Livingstone, A .Waugh. Second Row—-E. White, E. Ambrose, J. Wilkinson, L. Carder, M. Mason, O. Bates, I. Norton, T. Werner, I. Whitcomb, M. Knapp, H. Riley. Third R ' ow—G. Storti, E. Brown, A. Carder, D. Marchetti, S. O’Callaghan, V. Pomeroy, H. Esty, V. Clancy. Fourth Row—M. Wistuba, B. Turkington, Hill, J. Veazie. B. Parker, N. Boyle, B. Newbauer, V. Brennan, R. Riley, R. R. H. S. The Pioneer 19 3 5 READING HIGH SCHOOL BAND Qt H1CH SCHOOL -«mtmmm First Row—Left to right—T. Werner, E. French, J. Phippen, L. Albee, E. Brady, C. Fultz. Second Row—D. Phillips, E. Lee, R. Thorne, R. Gray, I. Norton, D. Mitchell, J. MacDonald, H. Nelson, A. Moody. Third Row—W. Dewsnap, J. Widell, E. Hobart, E. Carrol, R. Taylor, I. Brenton, E. Radulsky, H. Brig¬ ham, E. Richardson, P. Mathieson. Fourth Row—D. Blaisdell, R. Piper, S. Peck, director, L. Enos, F. Colley, A. Paul, E. Leavitt. Fifth Row—B. Nichols, J. Cullinane, N. Prentice, E. McMann. respective colleges, and also a Co-Ed night. It might be remarked that Hi-Y attendance reached its highest point on Co-Ed night. Success to next year’s Hi-Y Club! This year’s officers were James Russell, Presi¬ dent; Douglas Burhoe, Vice-President; Maxwell Holland, Treasurer; Robert Parker, Secretary. Robert Parker JUNIOR WOMAN’S CLUB The Reading Junior Woman’s Club has just completed a most successful season under the able leadership of Jean Phippen, assisted by our ad¬ viser, Mrs. Guy M. Crosby, besides good co-opera¬ tion from all the members. At our first meeting on October 16, 1934, we were entertained by Mrs. Parmenter, adviser to the Junior Club, State Federation. Members from the Senior Woman’s Club served tea following the business meeting. Our first project this year was a cake sale, on October 26, from which we realized a substantial profit. Following this, we held our Harvest Dance at the High School Hall, on November 24. At Christmas, we gave a very successful party in Rotary Hall to eighty unfortunate children. The hall was beautifully decorated by the Rotari- ans. On January 15, 1935, we had a tea for the mothers at the home of our president. Mrs. York and Mrs. Wilson of the State Junior Membership Committee spoke briefly and complimented us on our work. We were guests of the Senior Club on Febru¬ ary 8, and enjoyed Mr. Joseph Connor’s reading of “The Dover Road.” On February 15, Mrs. Edward Meredith open¬ ed her home for our annual bridge. It was very successful financially as well as socially. We joined with the Medford girls and held a dance, April 26, at Bear Hill Golf Club. Both clubs realized a financial gain. May 21, twelve of the girls with much en¬ thusiasm, attended the annual convention of the State Federation of Women’s Clubs at Svvampscott. We all had a marvelous time and several of us went in swimming. We ended our busy year with a picnic, dur¬ ing which we held a business meeting and elected oflicers for the coming year. This year’s officers are Jean Phippen, Presi¬ dent; Helen Gillis, Vice-President; Elizabeth Cros¬ by, Secretary; Eleanor French, Treasurer. Elizabeth Crosby, Secretary ’35 R. H. S. The Pioneer 1935 JUNIOR CLASS NEWS I he class of 1936 has had a quiet year. The only event of importance was the Junior Prom which took place the Friday before Christmas. The prom was a costume party by vote, so at this gay social event the Assembly Hall was quite a color¬ ful sight. The hall was elaborately decorated with Christmas wreaths, Santa Clauses, and other Christmas decorations which were fitting for the occasion. From this gathering of people wearing beautiful and humorous costumes the judges se¬ lected Dorothy Steele s and Nelson Surrette’s cos¬ tumes as being the best, and they were awarded prizes. Miss Steele wore a beautiful costume rep¬ resenting a maid from India and Mr. Surrette was clad in a dashing Spanish cavalier costume. Quim- by’s orchestra furnished modernistic rhythm for the evening. Much of the success of the prom was due to Richard Crooker, chairman of the dance committee, and his aides. Juniors availed themselves of the privilege of getting class rings from Mr. Fitzgerald. The class anticipates a bright senior year with numerous activities. The officers responsible for the behavior of the class this year were Richard Crooker, Presi¬ dent; Helen Gillis, Vice-President; James Howard, Secretary; Lawrence Cate, Treasurer. James Howard, Secretary SOPHOMORE CLASS NEWS Although the sophomore class has not done much this year, what it has done has been re¬ markably successful. The class is ably represent¬ ed by the following officers: President, Russell Rird; Vice-President, Rita Gillis; Secretary, Ce- cilie Berle; Treasurer, Theodore Heselton. The annual sophomore party was held on September 18, 1934. Nearly the entire class at¬ tended, and everyone had a good time playing games and dancing. The Sophomore Hop was held on May 24, 1935. Everyone especially enjoyed the exhibition dances during the intermission, and also the regu¬ lar dancing. The whole affair was in the form of a garden party, and was very successfully put on. Cecilie Berle ’36 READING HIGH SCHOOL NEWS Readers, draw up a chair: If any of you at¬ tended that rip-roaring hockey game, Bruins vs. Detroit, December 22, you will remember hearing the well-known R .H. S. Band perform so ably— no fooling they were great—. On December 21, Supt. Pierce spoke and the well-earned athletic awards were distributed—something else happened on December 21???—Oh yes, my, my, how r could we forget it—that de - - lightful costume party with the Juniors as our hosts—maybe playmates would be better (?)—January 11, the school at¬ tended an excellent musical assembly. Miss D. Matheson, a cellist, and Miss M. Brady, a soprano, rendered several delightful selections—both were accompanied at the piano by Miss G. Litchfield who herself ended the program with three lovely Brahms’ waltzes—February 12—-a very inspiring talk on Lincoln was given by Mr. Bullet of the Herald. Mr. Bullet has the study of Lincoln as his hobby—an example many of us could profit¬ ably follow—The Senior Carnival, February 20, held at The Ark in Jaffrey, N. H.—seniors, do we want to try those bumps again?—Noah, Noah a thousand times Noah, etc.—For the girls January 29—Mrs. Lee of the Bishop Lee School spoke on the advantages of poise gained through proper training, and the one-act play monologue she gave illustrated her advice charmingly. Flash! The senior class has had its pictures “took’’—aren ' t they sweet?—Mmm, loo sweet—April 10, Mr. Smith of Bordentown, a frequent visitor to the school, gave a pep talk on “Hitting the Bull’s Eye”—The school had the pleasure of hearing Dr. Greenwood, President of Beaver College—he claimed he was an Irishman from the Tennessee Mts.—no matter, Pat, we’d like to hear you again —The night of nights! (for the Reading Inde¬ pendents) Wed., May 1—the “Wrestling Match” in the J. H. S. gym—what muscles on that masked marvel, and oh boy can Dick take it—(he had to) —several excellent exhibitions of true American gum-chewing were also witnessed that night!!— “Miss Nelly of N’Orleans” Jan. 11—the good old senior play—a great success this year, thanks to the efforts of the excellent cast—April 26—An¬ nual Spring Formal at the Bear Hill Golf Club- given by our Junior Woman’s Club—a starry night, a grand dance—May 24, the Sophomore Hop held in the High School—it was a smooth dance sophomores, thanks a lot—Every year the school has the pleasure (?) of hearing the contestants in the Public Speaking Contest—it’s fun for the audi¬ ence, but what about the speakers?—well, if you consider clattering knees and a funny feeling in the pit of your avoirdupois, fun—they have it. The first and second place winners of each class who tried out in the preliminaries were—Sophomores: Cecilie Berle, Mildred Yates; Juniors: Larry Cate, Marguerite Doucette; Seniors: Jean Phippen, James Russell. The final winners were Marguerite Doucette, in first place; Jean Phippen, in second place; and Lawrence Cate in third place. Well, it’s over for this year and everyone feels better—May 18 marks the date of the Music Festival held this year in Quincy, the Home of Presidents—over sixty bands from Massachusetts collected there in their gayly colored uniforms— the parade w as the most exciting event of the day— The Pioneer 19 3 5 SENIOR PLAY First Itow—Left to right—L. Albee, N. Carpenter, J, Matheison, V. Livingstone. Second Row—A. Stewart, W. Miller, J. Maguire, J. Bliss, coach, J. Weafer, E. Crosby, C. Brown, class advisor. the bands stepped snappily along the streets lined with cheering people—yes, the dear old R. II. S. Band was there—and covered itself with glory, but the ten-year old uniforms are a little dowdy.— Well, so long! Jean P hip pen -35 WE PRESENT A PLAY On Friday evening, January 11th, the class of 1935, Reading High School, presented some¬ thing different, something striking, something de¬ cidedly good “to the expectant playgoers who thronged Shepardson Hall. With the tremendous success of that evening, the artistry of the players, and the extreme lavishness of the most beautiful scenery ever to grace a local stage, the long and tireless effort which all connected with this an¬ nual venture had expended was forgotten. The play chosen for this year’s production was a delightful comedy of romantic Louisiana, “Miss Nelly of N Orleans” by Lawrence Eyre; Sylvia Zalkan, William Mooney, and Parke Mas¬ ters comprising the selection committee. We have never ceased thanking our lucky stars that the fates should have sent us that tem¬ peramental and dynamic satellite of the American stage, James A. Bliss, to direct so capably the ef¬ forts of the talented cast. As the “Chronicle” so apt I pointed out, the tremendous success of the play was in no small way directly due to his long, practical training in the theatre and his knowledge of what is necessary to please an audience. The play revolves about the vivid “Miss Nelly,” who is the most prominent figure of all N’Orleans and her feud with her ex-lover. This extends to a quadrangle of dissension which is formed by the addition of Miss Nelly’s niece and her enemy’s son and is kept pacified only by the urgent efforts of Miss Nelly’s old friend, the priest. Indeed, the outstanding star of the production was Natalie Carpenter as Miss Nelly; her stellar acting, alone, would have given an evening’s en¬ joyment to the spectator, and her lines were given with an inimitable touch that made their humor outstanding. John Mathieson, as Pere Clement, the imperturbable pacifist, offered the finest male portrayal on the stage. His dignified, steady, forceful action, by which he held his audience completely at his control, gave an undeniable quality to the play. John “Blazes ' Maguire, who portrayed a likeable Satan as the hot-headed Georges Durand, w r as openly admired by every lady present while the way he handled his cigar left us breathless. We felt that F. Warren Miller as romancer Felix Durand was too much the “stooge” of his female acquaintances, although he could not be blamed for this, hut Mickie’s scarlet riding coat served to alleviate matters. The rolling Unc’ Boz, as created by John Weafer, was a genu- R. H. S. The Pioneer 19 3 5 inc favorite with everyone. Viola Livingstone, as the charming Delphine Falaise, was the smooth¬ est individual in sight and her casual “pusillani¬ mous was the “coup d ' etat ’ Lois Albee as vamp Melanie, provided a high note in the dramatic scale as she enacted her tense scene with Zephrine while her gown itself assured her of our approval. “Buffy Crosby as Zephrine rated pretty high with us, what with our inherent fondness for lazy dark¬ ies and her “Shut up, you ole fool” to the passive Boz. Equally amusing was Alta “Early in the morning” Stewart to whom great credit is due for her personal assistance to Mr. Bliss. “Miss JNelly of N’Orleans” was a production of beauty, and music was the chief factor in its beauty. Although the harassed electrician turned the lights each time the orchestra proceeded to play, music chairman Bob Hopkins, with Doris Phillips and Wyatt Ingalls as assistants, developed a striking program which furnished not only in¬ terludes and suggestive selections by the orchestra hut backstage work by the quartette featuring Frank Colley, Donald Mitchell, Earl Vance, and Robert Hopkins with the latter singing a tenor so lo. The artistic and financial success of the eve¬ ning directly resulted from the work of those stu¬ dents who strove eagerly to do their part for the class. The efforts of the electrician, Charles Doughty, the sound effects man, Carl Copeland, and the various committees were typical of the class of ’35. To end without citing the stirring interpreta¬ tion of Mardi Gras by the frivolous revellers led by Kimball, Boyers, and Smith would be a serious omission for this gaiety, especially well presented, added much to the spirit of the play. The committees were as follows: Properties—Earl Hobart, Chairman, Everett Car- roll, Philip Robinson, Chester Cook, Alta Stewart. Tickets—Rita Whelton, Chairman, Natalie Fair- child, Willard Morrison, Richard Schaeffer. Revellers—Alice Berglund, Edna Gorey, Pauline Lewis, Edith Hartshorn, Althea Doucette, Bernice Terhune, Helen Arsenault, Parker Kimball, Dewey Smith, Phyllis Comey, Margaret Dulong, Sylvia Zal- kan, Irene Atkinson, Frances Hubbard, Clara Nel¬ son, Julian Hurd, Stanley Boyers. Costumes—Edith Richman, Chairman, Lois Albee, Walter Black. Ushers—Edward J. Michalosky, Chairman, Fred Byland, Norman Hinds, John Ainsworth, Wilbur Nut¬ ter, Sheldon Skofield. Parke W. Masters, ’35 MEMORIES OF THE SENIOR CARNIVAL It is February 20, 1935; the cold winter’s sun casts a chill light through the frosty air, but merry laughter and young people gaily bedecked in multi¬ colored sport togs dash about importantly or chat¬ ter excitedly in the corridors of Reading High School. For this is the day of the Senior Carnival, the most important sport event of the year. A typical senior stands impatiently kicking a snow bank and thinks— “Nine o’clock! Aren ' t we ever going to start? What’s the driver saying? All girls in the other bus! What for? 0, well, let ' s go if we can gel started any sooner .... “Here we go. These busses are very nice and comfortable, and it looks as if we were going to have fine weather. Phooie, they’re starting to sing; we can’t make it much worse by joining them. Look at Bowers—poor Bowers, these busses have a funny effect on her! .... “We really are in the country now; after this long ride we must be in New Hampshire—look! In the distance looms a real mountain. Did you say it was Mt. Monadnock? See how the snow glistens and sparkles in the sunlight. Some people will be glad they brought their skiis. Personally, I prefer snowshoes; then I’ll be able to rest in peace in school tomorrow .... “This road that leads from Jaffrey to East Jaffrey, New Hampshire is a lonely one. Look, there’s “The Ark up there on the hill; we must be in East Jaffrey now. I hope they have plenty for us to eat. This country air does things to my appetite. Thank goodness that we eat immedi¬ ately! .... “This place looks big enough for all of us, and look at those tables laden with food—hot fried chicken, fluffy mashed potato, lovely lima beans, ice cream and cake! How will we ever go skiing or do anything, after eating so much? .... “Let’s go exploring! Look at the ski trail. Don’t go near that house—someone may live there. Where is that music coming from? Let’s sneak up and take one little peak. How r did those kids get in there? We’re to have this spacious, roomy lodge all to ourselves—whoops! .... “It’s too nice a day to stay inside; let’s go over to the toboggan slide, pardon me, I mean the erstwhile ski-jump which they are using for a to¬ boggan slide. Wow—! Look at those toboggans go ... . “Th is looks high when you get up here. You can only die once—here goes! After many more of these rides they’ll have to carry us home on stretchers. 0, for a soft, fluffy cushion to sit upon “It’s beginning to snow, and we haven’t much more time. They are going to elect King and Queen in the lodge. I’m glad Mary Dissel and Chick Ainsworth got it—come on, let’s give them a crowning of snowballs .... “Now for the long ride home. Just give me a nice soft seat, and I’ll ask for nothing more. Thus ended the Senior Carnival. It was a tired but happy crowd who saw good old Reading looming into view. They will never forget the good time they had or the things that happened. Priscilla Eisenhaure. ’35 R. H. S. The Pioneer 1 9 3 5 m GRADUATION SELECTIONS FROM SALUTATORY Parents, teachers, and friends: In behalf of the class of 1935, it is my pleasant duty to extend a cordial welcome to you. We are glad to have you share our ceremony of graduation and celebrate with us our joy in having satisfactorily accomplished twelve years of educational training. Our commencement occurs, fortunately, dur¬ ing the 300th anniversary of the establishment of high schools in America. During these years, the institution has advanced from an exclusive acade¬ my to a free public school, supported by the com¬ munity. While we rejoice in our accomplishments, we recognize that we are greatly indebted to you. Your efforts and sacrifices have enabled us to ac¬ quire the foundations of an education. With your guidance and influence, we have achieved many fundamental steps in our development. We are glad to share our happiness with our teachers, who have prepared us to go out into the world and accept our responsibilities as young Americans. In the near future, it will become our privi¬ lege to help keep the peace of the world with due respect to our national responsibility and dignity. We shall be required to uphold or raise our na¬ tional standard of living and to protect from radi¬ calism and communism our ideal of Democracy with its equality of opportunity. We accept these duties with a feeling of con¬ fidence that we can and will carry on the work of our forefathers. Dora Levine CHALLENGE TO EDUCATION Many of the students who receive their diplo¬ mas here tonight will, next year, go to some insti¬ tution of higher learning, where they hope to re¬ ceive the training that will make them proficient in their particular vocation. This will complete the work which high school should have begun by making them happy and useful citizens of the United States. That any reputable college is capa¬ ble of giving them the vocational training they desire cannot be disputed. Whether or not the colleges will complete training for citizenship, and indeed, whether that has been sufficiently begun in high school, is a question not so easily decided. At a period in our history as critical as th is one, there can be no question of the need of a well informed public which will make its political de¬ cisions in an intelligent fashion. Neither can there he any question of the need of especially well in- ACTIVITIES m GRADUATION PARTS formed and intelligent leaders to direct public opinion. For both of these needs, we must look to the high school graduate and more particularly to the college graduate. If training in citizenship is not given in colleges and schools, most people will receive none. The dominance of college requirements over high school courses was, in the past, very great. A large percentage of the high school students were preparing for college, and had to meet college en¬ trance requirements, which included all of the traditional classical subjects, and which left little time for training in citizenship and political sci¬ ence. Now a smaller proportion of high school students are in college preparatory courses, and college entrance requirements for those who must meet them are less rigid. Many subjects which formerly were not acceptable are now admitted. This gives to the high school a much needed op¬ portunity to widen the scope of its courses. Since education in a democracy is for the improvement of society and not directly of the individual, it be¬ comes evident that schools should take advantage of this opportunity to make better citizens of their graduates. The ordinary rules of good citizenship may be taught in connection with almost every school course. But students cannot receive instruc¬ tion which will make them intelligent voters and leaders without training devoted directly to this subject. Courses in which forum discussion plays a large part could be designed to fill this need. Such courses should, as we have said, be started in high school, for the percentage of high school students who reach college is small. But colleges must realize that their students, who will he better educated vocationally and culturally, should also receive further training in citizenship. College students, moreover, are more mature and ready for such training. Rita Whelton, Salutatory NEW ENGLAND, THE CULTURAL LEADER OF ALL TIME In the Law of 1647, towns having 50 house¬ holders were required, you will remember, to es¬ tablish common schools. These schools consisted of reading and writing schools and dame schools which were small and picturesque. The buildings were usually but one-room affairs, heated by a huge fireplace. The fuel was supplied by the pupils’ parents, and the pupil who was so unlucky as to have a stingy father was doomed to sit in the cold in the farthest seat from the fireplace. Be¬ sides the teacher’s crude desk, the only other fur¬ nishings consisted of planks set on logs which R. H. S. The Pioneer 19 3 5 were used for seats. They were tortuous things for children to sit on nine hours in summer, six days a week.” For their long, arduous hours of toil, a teach¬ er received but a few pounds or merely his lodg- ing. Nevertheless, competition among selectmen in the selection of teachers was very keen. They applied at the college for teachers and often had to search for a long time and travel a long distance to find a pedagogue, well-versed in religion as well as reading and writing. In 1710, the town of Wo¬ burn lacked a teacher but was unable to find one. A selectman was sent to Boston, a long, tedious journey over poor roads in those days, and he re¬ turned with the favorable report that he had en¬ gaged a competent teacher. However, when he arrived at the appointed time to meet the teacher, he fou nd, much to his chagrin, that a larger school had enticed him to instruct their young. After two more journeys to Boston, the selectman was able to obtain a man who agreed to teach their grammar school for twelve pounds and board, un¬ til he could find a better situation. Not only was it difficult to obtain a teacher, but it was exceed¬ ingly difficult to secure the money with which to pay him after he had been found. Woburn’s taxes were paid in shoes, those of Hingham in pails. Following the religious tendency of education, the Bible, the Testament, and the Psalter were the most common books used in these schools. The children acquired knowledge of the alphabet from a “horn-book.” This was a piece of paper on which the alphabet and the Lord’s Prayer was written; the paper was pasted on a slab of wood and covered with a piece of transparent horn to protect the paper from the ravages of dirty fingers. In 1690, the “New England Primer,” used until the beginning of the nineteenth century, superseded the “horn-book” as a beginning text. Faculty Honors Priscilla Eisenhaure, THE CHALLENGE OF THE MODERN AGE TO YOUTH High up in a great skyscraper, stands a man. It is night, yet all is as light as day. The metro¬ polis below is bathed in a flood of electric lights. On the streets, automobiles and trains pass in eager haste. Over head, an airplane is heard, flying of! into the distance. And the hour? “It is ex¬ actly twenty-five seconds past ten o’clock, Eastern daylight saving time. This is Station WXYZ, broadcasting from our Chicago studios in the Wrigley Building.” This is the Modern Age! This is the glorious, progressive age, thrilling and adventurous. Twenty years ago, the world was not thus; no, nor ten years ago. But we who are being graduated in 1935 have the heritage of the ages. We benefit from the in¬ genuity and initiative of the last generation of youth. We reap the fruits of their toil. We see what youth has done. Thus comes the challenge of the modern age to us, the youth of today. It is a challenge for us to carry on the marvellous achievements of the past and make future discoveries even greater than present. It is Youth’s task, and privilege, to perfect the experi¬ ments of the present day. The world is so full of opportunity for our talents. We must search ourselves, discover our abilities, and then bend whole-heartedly to the taks for which this modern age challenges us. Let us not fail the youth of the past. Let us prove that, if today is the best age ever, tomorrow will b e better. Let graduation be the “casting of the die,” the commencement of a new field of service and success! Phyllis Comey, Valedictory JUSTICE OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES There died, this year, on March 5, at the age of 93, a man famous as a member of the Supreme Court. Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes was a col¬ orful figure, a unique personality, honored and loved as a man. The masses revered him and he was an authority on law, for many lawyers, scat¬ tered over the broad expanse of the United States, have testified to his helpfulness to them in court. His real monument, therefore, will not be in bronze or stone but will be found in the hearts of the people and in the volume documents of the courts of Massachusetts and of the United States. Ex- President Hoover, answering Judge Holmes’ letter of resignation, said, “I know of no American re¬ tiring from public service with such a sense of af¬ fection and devotion of the whole people.” His passing was a great calamity to the nation. Class Honors Albert Arsenault, SENIOR BANOUET SPEECHES CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class, being of sound mind, memory, and understanding, hereby revoke all former wills made by us and make, publish, and declare the following as our last will and testa¬ ment. We direct that all our just debts and funeral expenses be paid as soon after our decease as may be conveniently done. To Miss Brown, our faculty adviser, we ex¬ tend our sincere thanks and appreciation for her freely given time and effort in our behalf. To Mr. Sussmann, our principal, we do here¬ by bequeath this apparently worthless autograph hook. Many seniors have signed their names. R. H.S. The Pioneer Perhaps some day one signature may he a rich legacy. (Time will tell.) To Mr. F itzgerald, our beloved mathematics and history teacher, a periscope, to be fastened to his automobile, so that when approaching blind corners, he can determine the possible and dan¬ gerous presence of the ice box of Parke Masters. To Dewey Smith, a book on the art and science of debate, in order that he won’t attempt any more unfounded arguments with Mr. Dixon. To E. J. Michalosky, this sombre tie, to add to his collection. (So many of Mike’s ties are giddy, we give him this one for contrast.) To Mr. A lthoff, we bequeath this automatic bomb detector, to be adjusted to his chariot, en¬ abling him to discover the presence of any dan¬ gerous explosives. To Miss Holden, our fond Latin teacher, we present this beautiful red leatherbound book on psychology and the workings of the human mind, so that she may further her knowledge of this in¬ teresting and fascinating science. To Frank Colley, this fine collection of tunes and jigs, which he can put verse to in his spare moments. To Katy Cummings, this effective muffler to diminish that famous laugh of hers. To Earl Vance, this sure-gong alarm clock which we hope will cause him to mend his ways of not arriving at places on time. To Mr. Downes we bid a fond farewell, and wish him as much success in his new position as he has attained in his present one. To Phil Robinson, we bequeath this tri-mo- tored monoplane, which we hope will simplify his transportation problem of coming to school from Kenmore Station, Boston, every day. To John Maguire, a brand new hat with plenty of air space so he can still “talk through his hat.” (His old one must be worn out.) To Mr. Peck, who leaves for Austria on the new liner Lafayette, soon, we wish a happy voy¬ age, and we present him this truck, in which to pack his troubles so he may have the much-needed rest he deserves. To Warren Miller, the golfer, who has always wanted to make a birdie, but has never been suc¬ cessful, we bequeath this beautiful little chickadee as a realization of his ambition. To Parke Masters, in the hope that some day Parke will he a famous orchestra leader like Cab Calloway, we present this beautiful baton with Cab’s own signature, as an inspiration; and just for good luck—a big piece of cheese! To Vi Livingstone, this 5 year movie contract with the Fox Studios, for her excellent piece of acting in the Senior Play. To “Nat ” Carpenter, a bottle of Cod Liver Oil, guaranteed to make her grow. To Jimmy Lewis, the R. H. S. crooner, a 19 3 5 bottle of throat gargle, to get all the squeaks out of his voice before rendering his selections on any occasion. To Earl Hobart—Since the girls are so in¬ considerate and slight Earl so thoughtlessly, we present him with this package of “dates”, so that he won’t develop an inferiority complex. To Fred Kenney, a private chair with his name engraved upon it, as a permanent seat in the of¬ fice. To George Wright, an automatic-electric hair¬ curling iron, so that he won’t have to go to the barber every time he wants a wave in his hair. To Bob Parker, we give a free bus pass, in case some day he doesn ' t have a girl whose father owns the bus line. To Edith Leach and Louise Bowers, a pair of cushions, which will make those detention seats a little bit softer. To Fen Carpenter, the horsewoman, we be¬ queath this horse, since she has always wanted one of her own. To Mary Dissel, we bequeath this portable park bench. The family davenport will thus get a summer vacation. To Parker Kimball, our respected classmate, this amusing little rattle, with which to keep him¬ self busy. To Eleanor Wright, this handy garden set so that she can help a certain young landscape gard¬ ener at his duties in Reading. To Alta Stewart, this straw, cellophane-wrap¬ ped and sealed. When chewing hay in the future, vou can rest assured that it has not been touched j by human hand. To Doug Burhoe and Marion Cheyne, this telephone set, which will enable them to converse while out riding in Doug’s car, operating in any speed other than the silent second. To Reading High and the faculty we leave our deepest appreciation and spirit of good-will. To this last will and testament we do herewith affix our seal and signature. John Mathieson, ’35 Maxwell Holland, 35 CLASS PROPHECY 1935 Prologue When Madeline and 1 were asked The prophecy to write, Such awful shock threw both our minds In state of chaos quite. How could we know what fate was ours? What schoolmate would do which Then suddenly across my brain Appeared the Salem witch. This ageless hag, perhaps you’ve heard Knows how and what to steep R. ILS T he Pioneer 1 9 3 5 To make a potion guaranteed To bring prophetic sleep. We sought the cronie in her den The scene was like Macbeth, She mumbled as she stirred the brew, And we were scared to death. We told our tale, and in her eye A cunning knowledge gleamed, And in my turn I downed the drink And this is what I dreamed. Part I 1 found myself on a mammoth boat hound from Paris to New York. The ship’s calendar recorded September 1945, and oh, what a rough sea! I wondered how an orchestra could play so widly when the waves were so choppy, and I gasped to hear such vociferous “hi-de-ho’s!” strangely familiar yelps at that. But when I stag¬ gered into the brilliantly-lighted ballroom, 1 ceased to wonder, for—yes, you’ve guessed it— there was Parke madly leading an orchestra by juggling chairs between each “yea man.” Olive Ambrose heat red-hot notes on the ivories, while Johnnie Mathieson tooted his sax nonchalantly. Harlan Surrette, assistant purser, told me that Parke owned a chain of super-orchestras that play¬ ed on several swanky boats. Other members of his crew were Frank Colley, Wyatt Ingalls, Edith Hartshorn, and Alice Moody. Among the dancers, a suave and polished dark-haired gigolo seemed to be giving the ladies a thrill. The orchestra was playing his theme song, “If you ' re looking for special attention, just mention Mike.” Suddenly a voice cried above the din, “Pag¬ ing Lord and Lady Whama-whiniio”, and out of the crowd stepped the alluring Lois Albee followed by a Continental. The next day, whom should I bump into on deck but Nat Fairchild, who looked very tanned and healthy. “Where have you been?” I asked, “to gel that mulatto look?” “I, my dear, have spent a whole year under the scorching sun digging up the bones of Nebuch¬ adnezzar.” “Way down in Egypt?” I cried. She took me to see her cabin, which was over¬ flowing with curious fossils and relics that were to be deposited in a museum. Nat and I went back onto deck, where, strange¬ ly enough, we suddenly came upon Edna Gorey and Doris Barchard, companions to two wealthy, New York spinsters. “Who do you suppose,” cried Edna, “is on this boat returning from her honeymoon? Irene Atkinson.” “You must know,” added Doris, “that Earl Eldredge is radio operator!” We hurried to the radio room, where Earl had just picked up a mes¬ sage that Freddie Ryland, America’s wrestling champ, had wiped up the three best that Europe could boast. “There’s one of your pals on the boat. Earl told us. “Here she is now! and at that moment, in walked Phyllis Comey looking well poised and experienced. “Well, Phil Comey! What are you doing on this boat? “Why, I’m coming home again for a visit from my post at Warsaw where I ' m the American vice- 1 99 consul. Just then, Earl said, “Here’s the cablegram you expected, Miss Comey,” and our little diplomat turned quickly to busy herself with her pressing affairs. When we went to the main salon that evening for the so-called ship’s concert, a variation from the regular program was being given. Roland Esty, second officer (who aspires to be captain some day) was master of ceremonies. The first feat¬ ure was to be a style show, and before I knew it, there was the distinguished modiste, Mine. Eleanore Francais (French to you) introducing her exclu¬ sive group of models, Kitty Fultz, Helen Fortune, and Betty Gammons, who were clad in glamorous gowns. The whole company was returning from Paris where they obtained the latest Parisian trends. Next, so help me, if Carl Copeland didn t give an exhibition of playing seven instruments at once, and later he impersonated several of the U. S. senators just for fun. “Copie ' ' had the job of comedian on several ocean liners—and he had a girl in every port. The following day, as I was promenading along deck, there was a man leaning over the rail and making peculiar noises; I guess he wasn ' t feel¬ ing any too husky. Who would it be but Dennis Ainsworth, desperately in need of the ship ' s nurse, Frances McQuesten. But it was her assistant, Helen Arsenault, who finally helped him to his cabin. The docking of the ship in New York harbor was a high old time, and so many things happened at once that I was in a daze. A rush of newspaper reporters, among them Dewey Smith and Stanley Boyers, clambered to find out how Bill McCarthy, dashing football coach of Zooloo University, fell to get back home. Some were anxious to inter¬ view Ruth Albee, who had shattered the women’s diving record in the last Olympics. They also sought out Fen Carpenter, who had been over in England showing the Prince of Wales how r to ride and take the hurdles. While waiting to go down the crowded gang¬ plank, I caught sight of Walter Black. “Hello, there,” I greeted him. “What are you doing with that hardboiled look on your face?” “I have to be that way,” he replied. “You see, I’m connected with the immigration depart¬ ment.” “Oh, I thought they did all that at Ellis Is¬ land,” 1 remarked. “No, some come on the liners, and I am their R. H. S. The Pioneer 19 3 5 official welcomer. You know, don’t you, that Phil Robinson and John Bridge have good positions at the Island?” Going to section “L” of the customs (for my name was still Littlefield in the dream) 1 became very exasperated as Inspector Ralph Mason started tearing through my baggage, but because we were former classmates, he let me by easily. (I had thirty yards of lace in my hat.) The best way to see the city, I decided, was to go on a sightseeing bus. Who should be our tour conductor on the bus but George McSheehy, who had even fallen into the habit of saying “Toity- Toid-Street.” We passed a massive structure taller than the Empire State. On the street floor, it said “LeTourneau Building. “Not Cliff who went to R. H. S.?” I asked George. “The one and only,” he replied. “Why, that man made a billion on his Letourneau Louse Lace- rator, a noiseless electric gadget guaranteed to kill any hug within twenty feet. It is a great thing to get mosquitoes at night. A1 Bowron, the head of the advertising department, really put the invention across to the public. ’ I got off at the Scollo Spaghetti Shop for luncheon, and marketed in one of the big chain stores of which Hank Skane had risen to be mana¬ ger. There was Louise Bowers! She was buying codliver oil for her small son. I observed that he was standing nearby eating cookies from the tin on display while we chatted. He had a grin just like his mother’s. In the five and ten cent store, I noticed a new assortment of kiddies’ paper dolls designed by Fannie Tabachnick. At a drug store where Dora Marchetti swished sodas, I bought a package of Sullivan Sweet-drops—Florence’s new flavored candies had revolutionized the world’s sweet tooth. Next, I bought a newspaper. The headlines blazed: Public Enemy No. 1 and Gang Nabbed by Milkman. The story read that George Dugan, milkman for a house, where lived a billion dollar heiress, had spotted two men attempting to kidnap the heiress, had immediately tipped off three po¬ licemen on the beat, Don Mitchell, Earl Hobart, and Bill Melendy, and the three had nailed the kidnappers. Maxie Holland, master sleuth, had forced enough facts from the criminals to uncover the entire plot and whereabouts of the rest of the gang. Another headline told how Priscilla Eisen- haure, first woman transatlantic air-pilot, was or¬ ganizing a feminine Byrd expedition to the South Pole. Among those who had already signed up were Virginia Erickson, Anne Mentus, Genevieve Faulkner, and Alice Berglund. On the next page, an article related how Mr. Halpin and his protege, Dick Schaeffer, had worked together in discovering a way to simplify all the algebraical formulae. On the same page was an ad of the Spellman Beauty Shop, whose slogan read: We make a gal fifty look nifty. The next morning I went up the Empire State Building. In the elevator I met Dora Levine, Mar¬ garet Dulong, and Ruby Ellis, who were all clever private secretaries. Getting off at the thirty-fourth floor, I entered the office of Robert Foye, celluloid magnate, who was wrangling with Everett Carroll, an advertiser with big ideas, about the money¬ making possibilities of cellophane clothing. On another floor, Evelyn Streeter and Edith Richman, commercial artists, were drawing magazine ads. Dolly had just put the last touches of red paint on an over-ripe tomato, which was splashed over the face of a little boy. The ad underneath read: “All the boys picked on Archie until he drank Bennie’s Beneficial Beefex—(Benjamin Hartshorn’s juve¬ nile bone-builder.) As I was walking up the street once more, I saw a familiar person amidst the throng. It proved to be Rita Durfee. “How well and rosy you look, I told her. “Oh my rosy cheeks are due to this tonic I m taking,” and she pulled out of her bag a bottle labeled “Arsenault’s Ambrosia.” “Albert concocted this,” Rita continued en¬ thusiastically, “and it has worked wonders with me! It contains all the vitamins from A—Z. He‘s a famous chemist, you know, and has discovered fifteen new vitamins himself. ’ Suddenly, church bells ringing doubly loud interrupted our conversation. “Oh, that must be for the wedding,” Rita remarked. “Whose?” “Why Alta Stewart and Helen Sargent are having a double wedding.” I understood more than ever before the significance of that popular tune “Those Wedding bells are Breaking up that Old Gang of Mine.’ ” I left Rita and entered a school nearby. Inside Elizabeth Turner, one of the spry teachers, was ringing the bell for a fire drill. Ruth Lutz herded a swarm of girls from the cooking room, and through the open door I smelt delicious welsh rarebit—she must have been teaching them the arts and “Krafts” of cheese. From the sewing de¬ partment, Bernice Terhune, and her assistant, El- vera Apperti, admonished some girls who tried to save the dresses they had been sewing, for a few hated to see a whole quarter’s mark burn up. I also noticed Rayna Edwards, algebra teacher, tuck¬ ing under her arm a precious box of colored chalk —she had learned that trick from Andy back in Junior High School. We rushed by one room where the door was closed, and neither children nor teacher had heard the gong, but through the glass I could see Pauline Lewis, U. S. History teacher, holding her pupils spellbound by deliver¬ ing a lecture on the Tariff of Abominations. I finally breathed the good old ozone once more and hurried down the street away from the school yard. People bumped into me left and right all rushing to join a huge mob up the street. R. H. S. The Pioneer 19 3 5 Having just been exhausted by the onrush of school children at the fire drill, 1 thought this must be a real fire, for the crowd was getting thicker and thicker, and automobile horns honked noisily. But as 1 drew nearer the scene of action, no smoke or flames darted from a burning building, but just from the eyes and mouth of John Maguire whose voice made the window panes rattle. All around were placards saying “Maguire for Mayor, ’ and in his platform were juicy slogans such as “Ba- logna for the Breadline, A Goldfish for each Jailbird,” “A Square Deal for the Shrinking Sex, “An All-day Sucker for Every Child.” Maguire himself was concluding dramatically with reference to his rival candidate. “Choose, voters! One of us must lose! There is not room for both of us in this city—” “There’s plenty of room,” a familiar voice in the crowd shouted, “They just built a new jail! 1 looked around, and there was Johnnie Austin, wisecracking as usual. The crowd surged and thronged, faces grew blurry, and the scene faded away. “What,’ I said, “is this only a dream?” Hope Littlefield, ’35 PART II “So I downed the bitter drink. And this is what I dreamed .” Down the hazy vista of make-believe I wan¬ dered along delightfully carefree and gay. Warm sunshine, sweet fragrance of orange blossoms and the clear excitable warbling of the birds cleared my vision to reality. I was in that historic Southern city—New Orleans. The street seemed strangely familiar, though I had never been in Louisiana before. Instinct¬ ively, I lingered before a high gate. Then, as my sense of place grew keener, I read a sign. I was on aristocratic St. Charles Street before Madame Daventry’s garden gate. Ten years had passed since that January eve¬ ning in 1935 when I had been so delightfully en¬ tertained behind that garden wall in an atmos¬ phere of “moonshine, madness, and make-believe.’ Oh well! Why enter? None of my class actors or actresses would be in there now. I wondered where on this world’s stage each of my classmates had taken his place. As 1 mused, faint strains of music came to my ear. 1 hurried along catching the spirit of rhy¬ thm. I recognized the tune as a favorite during my school days,—“Louisiana Hayride.” How thrilling! I was being swept into the spirit of the Mardi Gras Festival. Masqueraders were swarming about and indeed quite smothering a good-natured traffic officer. Could I believe my eyes? The officer was none other than Norman Hinds. He hurried to the curb; something must be wrong. As 1 forced my way nearer the scene, I saw that he was assisting a gayly dressed reveller to her feet. Her mask had fallen off. Again truth appears to be stranger than fiction, for the young lady was none other than Althea Doucette. 1 grabbed her arm and said “Hello, R. H. S. ’35.” She gathered her friends about her and as they pulled off their masks I saw Beatrice Doucette, Frances Hubbard, Lois Connor, and Mildred Hicks. They informed me that they had good positions in offices. As I drifted away from the crowded area, an unpleasant sound grated upon my nerves. Con¬ struction work on a holiday? How distracting to hear an electric drill sputtering and grinding upon granite within a few blocks of gay fun-seekers. I wondered what company was doing it? Ah, there was the sign, the WOHO Construction Company. What on this earth does WOHO stand for? I looked around me and noticed Robert Car¬ ter dressed as a clown. In response to my query he explained that the sign meant “Work on Holi¬ days Only. He said that Paul Doucette and George Wright were foremen, and that Parker Kimball was president of the company. Yes, I thought the title sounded like Parker. When lo and behold: up drove that notable young person in his new Packard, bright green with orange upholsteries. “Howdy-doo,” said the congenial boss as he doffed a hat of patch-work colors, which reminded me of days at R. H. S. when Parker often appeared in very individual styles of chapeaux. His trou¬ sers and jacket, reminding one of a “high-brown,” were of green and orange stripes—“To match the buggy,” said Parker. He went on to say, “I’ve heard a lot about some of our old partners in crime and misery. Mildred Landry and Janet Moulton both work in a department store here in town. Jean Phippen is a famous modiste up in Chicago. Sometimes when she is broadcasting her gowns, I sit down by my radio and watch her. “Some of our old crowd who model in Jean’s broadcast are Dorothy Holden, Helen Pratt, and Mary Dissel and they’ve got it all over these South¬ ern girls for beauty, too. It’s lucky Jean selected an efficient girl like Helen Wallace for her secre¬ tary because the fan mail is pouring in all the time. I hear that Phyllis Stone did the interior decorat¬ ing for all the shops in the ritzy district where Jean’s business is located.” Parker said Elvira Ireland was very cleverly broadcasting styles to college girls from Jay’s Sa¬ lon in Boston. The amphitheater Parker’s company was try¬ ing to build was to be used chiefly for wrestling carnivals and was to be called the Skofield Gard¬ ens. A huge sign showed a life-size picture of the gladiator, Skofield, challenging anyone in the world to a bout. I had enjoyed our chat and was about to leave when I heard the men yell. R. H. S. The Pioneer 19 3 5 “Oh, what is that falling through the air?” I screamed. “It’s H arold Waugh. Parker screamed back. “He’s our steeple-jack. He must have tripped over his Mardi Gras costume.” In record time an ambulance, driven by that adorable young interne, Joseph Chisholm, drew r up to the curb and took Harold to the nearest hos¬ pital which happened to be one established by those two famous scientists, Fred Wilson, now a portly gentleman, and Charles Doughty. This building was a monument to their discoveries in the field of medicine. Parker invited me to ride to the hospital with him, so I hopped into the brilliant tonneau of his car. The first person to greet us as we arrived was Alice Moorehouse, the tactful, efficient head nurse. She called a charming graduate nurse whom I immediately recognized as Dorothy Plummer. On my way to the room in which Waugh had been placed I noticed Edith Leach, also an attractive young graduate of the hospital. Dorothy whispered to me that the shin¬ ing solitaire on Edith’s left hand signified that she w 7 as about to marry a handsome young doctor. Lil¬ lian Drew was the head nurse of the corridor in which Waugh’s room was located and Lois Hil¬ dreth was her assistant nurse. I also caught a glimpse of Dr. Whelton, who was, so Dorothy in¬ formed me, the only woman surgeon to perform successfully an operation for an upside-down stom¬ ach. Since freedom and plenty of money were two not-to-be-explained joys of my dream, I decided to buy a car. Parker drove me to a near-by garage and left me to my own devices. To me, the garage looked rather odd, for it had steeples on it. Aften ten years of that miracle, the electric eye, I was still amazed when the doors of the garage opened in spite of lack of human touch. When Earl Vance, the erstwhile half-owner of the business, ran up to me dressed like a streamline model of 1945, for he, too, was observing Mardi Gras, I asked him why he had steeples on a garage. “Wait a minute and you’ll see,” he replied. “Ah, there goes my partner, Sumner Ralston, now. ’ I glanced upward as he did and saw some¬ thing that looked like a bug. It turned out to be a car about to leap from the highest steeple. “You see,” continued Vance, “We have to test our cars some way. It proves that in case you go over a cliff or anything like that, if you’re in a Rals-Van, you’ll at least land right side up.” And would you believe it? That car, after a drop of two hundred feet, w 7 as still on its four wheels, and the driver, Ralston, was unhurt. The car looked the same at both ends. There was no front or back and the seats revolved. I learned that when one wishes to go backward he merely twists the seat about. “Well,” 1 said, “considering the way I drive, that’s the kind of car for me. I never yet have backed a car without running into something. As I stood there talking to Vance, he told me that Marion Cheyne and Douglas Burhoe had been in to the garage recently to buy a car for their honeymoon trip. About a week later, he had seen them leave with all the tin cans rattling on behind, which must have reminded Doug of the contraption he drove in his high school days. He said that Doris Phillips was a Professor of Music in a school for girls of the wealthier class and Katy Cummings was a tennis instructor in the same school. Mildred Wheeler was a second Jane Ad- dams. She had just established Boston’s Hull House. Pauline White was her assistant. “Excuse me,” said Vance, “There’s a custo¬ mer.” And off he dashed to give another demon¬ stration of the structure of a 1945 fool-proof car. I jumped into my new automobile, intending to try her out in a little spin into the suburbs. As I was driving along, at the moderate speed of eighty miles per hour, I observed a sign, “Corthell Fruit Farm.” I drove in and surely enough there was Harold Corthell hard at work telling Julian Hurd and Sherman Lester what to do. I bought some fruit and drove back to the hospital where I left it, with instructions that it be sent up to Waugh. I was relieved after an inquiry at the of¬ fice to learn that Harold would be as good as new in a week or so. From the hospital I drove to my hotel. As I entered the building, I sensed excitement. No wonder! Harley Nelson, the governor of Virginia, had just breezed in for a conference with other ex¬ ecutives of the Southern States. I was attracted to a little novelty shop in the lobby and purchased a book of poems written by Willard Morrison and a book on physiology by Sylvia Zalkan. As I was about to go to my room to peruse these books, I heard a bell boy announce the Coun¬ tess Sanson de la Palais de la Cantigny. I looked and whom did I behold but that gorgeous June Lenfest of my high school days. Almost at the same instant she saw me and came over to me. We rushed up to her suite to talk over old times. As we turned her television set on, we saw Robert Hop¬ kins, the Paderewski of 1945, playing a sonata of his own composition. After his rendition w 7 e saw and heard the broadcast of a professional football game at Pittsburgh. It was fun to see Normie White take the ball for a 45 yard run, and the tackling of that dynamic player, Chick Ainsworth. As we sat there talking, I heard that Clyffeton Hill was the president of a large department store up in good old Reading. June had just been there on her return from Europe. Robert Parker was the treasurer of the firm and Clara Nelson and Katherine Pierce w r ere clerks in the store. Evelyn Olsen was the Dean of the Dana School for Cirls. June invited me to attend the theatre with her that evening, so I retired to my own room. Then, such a tragedy! I discovered that I had lost a R. H. S. The Pioneer 1935 valuable jewel; my class ring! I called the hotel detective who turned out to he Chester Cook. He found my ring on my dressing table and was 1 embarrassed to find it right where 1 had left it! That evening, as June and I were walking out of the hotel, I saw ' Grace Curtis in the hotel bootery. buying shoes for her youngest daughter. I was quite astonished when June told the taxi driver to go to the airport. We flew to St. Louis in June’s private plane. Outside the theatre there I saw a sign announcing the play “The Taming of the Wild Cat,” written by that well-known play¬ wright, William Mooney. Daisy Clapperton was selling tickets in the box office, making wisecracks at everybody as the people came to her for tickets. We were ushered to our seats by Wilbur Nutter. Natalie Carpenter made an excellent leading lady, Elizabeth Crosby and John Weafer supplied the necessary amusing touch, and Warren Miller and Viola Livingstone were the two charming ingenues. The play was very tense and exciting. My nerves were all keyed up. I was wondering whether or not the villain was really going to kill my old classmate when suddenly— I felt a breeze across my face And woke in great surprise, And looking round I saw that Hope Was rubbing both her eyes. Now r fully roused, we both were siezed With cold and deadly fright, Until the Witch, whose heart was kind. Took pity on our plight. Rise up!” she cackled. “Go your way. You’re brave beyond your years. Strong men have oft refused my brew, So dreadful were their fears. “Go tell your classmates what you’ve learned And if they laugh at you Just tell them for the Salem Witch That every word is true.” Madeline Heselton 35 CLASS HISTORY THE “LOG” OF THE GOOD SHIP KNOWLEDGE First Lap of Voyage On the morn of September 9, 1932, the Good Ship Knowledge left dock with all sails set for the Port of Accomplishment. With a full crew aboard it was mutually agreed that these groping individuals had need of someone stalwart and courageous to guide them. With little time wasted officers were elected to earn the ship on the first lap of its journey. Un¬ der the guidance of our pilot, Miss Simon, and with due consideration of the problems and difficul¬ ties that would confront us we elected Bob Chan- nonhouse, Captain. Next we must pick one able to step into the shoes of Captain in case of his superior’s absence. Priscilla Eisenhaure held this position of First Mate. Our treasury had to be guarded well and in trustworthy hands, so Bob Parker acted as Second Mate. As successes or failures must be reported at the end of each trip, we appointed Phil Comey as Third Mate. Thus with our new officers to guide us, and our dependable pilot, Miss Simon, we set out on the rough voyage of success. It was hard going at first and there was occasional stormy weather, but on one clear and beautiful night, May 19, 1933, we held our Sophomore Hop under the light of the stars. Everything was brilliantly decorated with the artistic aid of our pilot and our art sailors. How important we felt! Our first class dance; and what a success it was! We made a nickel! With the lightness of this success in hand, we took heart and decided to venture into a speak¬ ing contest. One of our sailor lads, Jimmy Russell, captured first honors with the shuddering poem “Boots . Jimmy “Boots’ Russell he will remain until the end of our voyage. Janet Boyle and Max Holland came next in the honors and were congratulated heartily by all on board. We must pause a moment and remember Jo¬ seph Abbott, one of our fellow sailors who passed away during the first lap of our voyage. He left an empty space in the hearts of his companions that will never be refilled. Near the end of our voyage we sighted a ma.i in a boat rowing toward our ship. Imagine our surprise and joy when he was discovered to be John Hines, that well-known actor who presents such wonderful plays. Mr. Hines consented to come on board, and rendered to us Shakespeare’s play “The Taming of the Shrew.” It was heartily enjoyed by all and Mr. Hines received a cordial invitation for a second visit. Now, a few words must be said about our nau¬ tical studies. Oh yes, we had studies, for on our first day out, our ship was seized by a band of pirates headed by Captain Sussmann. These pi¬ rates put us through our paces every day and dis¬ missed us with a huge load of books. (We some¬ times wished they had made us walk the plank in¬ stead, for some of us can swim through streams of water, but not through swirling streams of learn¬ ing.) Although we resented their presence among our fun at first, we soon realized that it was they who were flushing our ship along over the stormy waters. Thus we acknowledged their generous helpfulness and remembered our crew motto: Non seholae sed vitae discimus. Not for school but for life, we learn. In that way we sailed over the first lap of our journey. |{. H.S. The Pioneer 19 3 5 Second Lap of Voyage In early September 1933, we again embarked upon Waters of Progress and followed our course of success. We started off under the guidance of a new- pilot, Mr. Halpin, and new officers. Jimmy “Boots” Bussell acted as our captain, and bad as bis subordinate officers Max Holland, Bob Parker, and Phil Comey. The seas had calmed a little since our first rough voyage, and we sailed along smoothly to¬ ward our goal. The work of the crew proceeded along much the same lines as on our first voyage, but with some new studies and a few extra burdens. We bore them happily knowing that every wave that was cut brought us nearer the other shore. We had gone but a short distance when a large object was sighted floating in the water. It was quickly hauled aboard. Oh! the long awaited for class rings had arrived by “sea-mail”. How proudly we strutted up and down the decks with the shining object glittering on our finger. As it was getting near the Christmas period, we thought it about time to have a dance. The decks were cleared and our sailor lads swung our sailor lassies around in grand style, and we cele¬ brated our Junior Prom. Ah! what fun! but it couldn’t last, for in some way a package of those little white cards were smuggled on board and quietly distributed among some members of the crew. With these little warning tickets in mind, we settled down in earnest work and strove to put forth something to show as the fruit of our labor. This appeared in the form of our annual speak¬ ing contest, when a few of the crew tested their lungs, and ability in the poetic side of life. Jean Phippen came in for first place with Ruth and Lois Albee following close behind. Thus with our speaking geniuses and our ath¬ letic crew, under the dircetion of our new coach, Mr. Downes,—Channonhouse, McCarthy, “Mike” and “Chick”, Ryland, Holland and Skofield, wc made the second lap of our voyage a success. A few members of our crew were honored by being chosen to usher at the Senior graduation. Hope Littlefield, Rita Whelton, Eleanor Wright, Priscilla Eisenhaure, Vi Livingstone, and Helen Fortune, left the Junior Ship of Knowledge to at¬ tend the Seniors on their graduation night. Our crew, money having been scarce during this voyage, gave the Seniors a very informal re¬ ception, but they didn’t seem to mind, since they had the pleasure of listening to Parke “Cab Callo¬ way Masters do some of his specialties. As we looked back on the Ship of Knowledge, we looked forward to the next voyage when we should complete the course. The Third and Last Lap of the Voyage Once more and for the final time, we, the crew of 1933, boarded our ship of knowledge and start¬ ed on the lap of our three-year voyage. Being now full-fledged Seniors we started off with a successful football mark-up. These games were played of course, by challenging the crews of other passing ships, who came on board and fough a royal battle. Fred Ryland, captain of our team, led his men through every battle on our new ath¬ letic field that was obtained and planned for by Mr. Althoff. Mr. Althoff joined the band of pi¬ rates that held our ship and took charge of all the athletic matters. Now we were well on the way, with our Se¬ nior Pilot, Miss Brown, advising us. Fred Ryland, our football hero, was made captain, and though he was soft-spoken at first in our crew gatherings, he soon took hold and steadied himself. Priscilla Eisenhaure became his first mate, and proved very- capable in this position. Bob Parker, our faithful keeper of the money for the past two years, kept up his work for the last year and brought us through our financial difficulties successfully. Louise Bowers, the girl with the giggle, was select¬ ed as third mate, and kept the records very neatly for the crew of the Good Ship Knowledge. The seas were calm and we sailed along smoothly, preparing for our big event of the year, —the Senior Play. The committee selected “Miss Nelly of N’Orleans by Laurence Eyre, and Mr. James Bliss was selected to coach the play. La Petite Nat Carpenter won a place in our hearts with her wonderful portrayal of the deaf (when she wished to be) old aunt. John Maguire was splendid! His haughty and hot-headed acting al¬ most made us believe it was natural, but we know John better than that. The rest of the cast, Vi Livingstone and “Mickey” Miller as the two young lovers of the play, Lois Albee, the mysterious Frenchwoman, Johnny Mathieson, the reserved priest, Alta Stewart, “Buffy” Crosby and John Weafer, the characteristic negroes of the South, cannot be forgotten in the splendid performance that they gave. It was a play that will long be remembered by all who saw it. We had gone quite a distance on our last trip now, and the snow had come. One day we docked our ship and rode by bus to New Hampshire’s snow-clad hills to celebrate our Senior Carnival. What a good time we had at the “Ark” in East JafTrey! How good the dinner was, and how we en¬ joyed crowning our king and queen, Mary Dissel and “Chick” Ainsworth, with snowballs. Finally tired but happy, we wended our way back to our good ship and settled down once more in earnest study. We gathered in the assembly room one day, to select our crew photographer. Vantine was chosen, and soon pictures began to be smuggled on board to the constant dismay of Miss Pratt, while Mr. Pope threatened to confiscate some to look at when he got old. K. H. S. The Pioneer I 9 3 5 One of our most enjoyable entertainments of ihe year was given in the assembly room of the Good Ship Knowledge, by the “man of many voices. Mr. Helms thrilled us for an hour with his marvelous vocal accomplishments. He is the only man I know of who carries his musical in¬ struments with him at all times. All our year was not joy, for sorrow visited our ship when two of our dearest teachers were laid to rest. Miss Josephine Barlow and Miss Frances Greenhalgh had places in our hearts that could not easily be filled. Our former Admiral, Mr. Safford having left, this year we were under the guiding hand of a new officer, Admiral Pierce. We are grateful to him for his wise advice and we wish him happiness in the coming years. Miss Holden, Latin instruc¬ tor, Mrs. Wiens, English teacher, Miss Lankton, and Miss Tinkham also came and joined the ranks under Captain Sussmann. ] ow T having sailed along until the end of May had come in view, our Senior Speaking Contest was held. Jean Phippen, our junior winner, again captured first honors. Jimmy Russell and Norman Hinds took the next places. Our honor pupils, Phil Comey, Valedictorian, Rita Whelton and Dora Levine, Salutatorians, Pris¬ cilla Eisenhaure, Faculty Honors and Albert Arse¬ nault, Class Honors, modestly changed the subject when we stepped up to congratulate them. We cannot forget them, for they have been as torches leading us ever onward. So we have now completed our three-year voyage over rough waters and calm waters, under the guiding hand of Mr. Sussmann and his co-pilot, Miss Brown, to reach at last, the Port of Accom¬ plishment. Elvira Ireland ’35 CLASS ELECTIONS Most Popular (girl) Mary Dissel Most Popular (boy) John Ainsworth Best Looking (girl) June Lenjest Best Looking (boy) Wilbur Nutter Best Athlete (girl) Fen Carpenter Best Athlete (boy) Norman White Best Dancer (girl) Lois Albee Best Dancer (boy) Wilbur Nutter Cutest (girl) Priscilla Eisenhaure Mischievous (boy) Parker Kimball Heart Breaker (girl) June Lenfest Heart Breaker (boy) Edward Michalosky Best Natured Louise Bowers Wittiest Natalie Carpenter Most Original William Mooney Giggler Kathleen Cummings Artist Edith Rich man Ivory Tickler Robert Hopkins Class Poet W illard Morrison Class Actor John Maguire Class Actress Natalie Carpenter Junior Girl Tessibel Werner Junior Boy Robert Channonhouse Favorite Teacher Mr. Dixon Most Courteous Charles Doughty Tallest Douglas Burhoe Shortest Robert Parker Curly Locks Elizabeth Crosby Quietest Clyffeton Hill Class Baby (age) Warren Miller Woman Hater Charles Doughty Most Brilliant Phyllis Comey Go-Getter Parke Masters Everybody’s Pal Louise Bowers Wise Cracker Kathleen Cummings Class Bluffer Edward Michalosky Most Respected Rita Whelton Most Obliging Marion Cheyne Most Unassuming Sheldon Skofield Best Entertainer Earl Hobart, Busiest Charles Doughty Noisiest Frank Colley Peppiest Natalie Carpenter Most Likely to Succeed Dora Levine Done Most for Class Parke Masters Funniest Girl Kathleen Cummings Funniest Boy John Weafer Favorite Movie Actor Clark Gable Favorite Movie Actress Mae West JOKES Pop: “Say, son, you look more like me every day.” Son: “Yeah, pop, but ma says Eli get well soon if I take care of myself.” “Tuff luck, said the egg in the monastery, “Out of the frying pan into the friar.” Grand slam: Stoneham undergrads, we hear, would like to see a resumption of football with Marblehead, w ' hile the Alumni would be satisfied just to see a resumption of football at Stoneham. Mike: “Do you suffer from pink toothbrush, Fred?” Fred: “Yeah, why?” Mike: “Why don’t you get a green one?” Sign over open manhole cover: “Hurrah! Men at Work.” Bud: “I ll bet you were mad when you caught that skunk.” Chick: “You bet; I w r as highly incensed.” Cannibal: “Yeh, there have been more mis¬ sionaries lately than we can use, so the chiefs put¬ ting up a canning factory.” Earline: “Stub and Dewey are pretty thick lately, aren’t they?” Jo: “Yeah, both of them.” I 9 3 5 R. H. S. T H E P I O N E E R B3 HUMOR 03 SPRING—OR POSSIBILITIES MISS STEIN OVERLOOKED Oh or ah, whichever you prefer or can say or enunciate the easiest as some people would say; anyhow well say ah, for convenience’s sake as “a” is the first letter of the “ABC’s, commonly called the alphabet or vice versa, therefore easier to think of. Catch the hidden meaning? No, well it’s all right, because there isn’t any. “A” is much easier to write than “o because the pen doesn t have to go up so high on the paper, which would be a terrific effort for the poor down-trodden stu¬ dent; another thing, from “a” to “o” is quite a count of letters, almost sixteen, and for the aver¬ age Reading student to concentrate and do this, out of sympathy with the season, might maim him for life. Well, we won’t bandy words or mince hones over sixteen letters. I am sure, yes, certain, that destiny has meant something better-er,—for our, - er - souls. Well, to get on, this just shows to go how easy it is to write a theme because I, it doesn’t make any difference who it is—I said I, because it was easier and quicker to write than any other person—because I have just written one hundred and eighty-nine words on exactly nothing; and that makes one hmundred and ninety-four which totals—oh, well, let’s forget it. Well, to get on. Ah. ’tis spring when a young man’s fancy turns to lighter things such as feminine intricacies of chiffon ensembles, in beige and mauve. Oh dear! Forsooth, many a lads eyes will go halfmost with that expression of sheer, well, sheer bliss at the thoughts of a moon shed¬ ding its yellow diffusion through the new green foliage, glimmering upon a veritable sheen of shimmering water, with no breath of wind to ruf¬ fle its placid surface. And ah, the gentle saccha¬ rine—that’s just another word for sweet—odor of violets and forsythia is wafted to my adroit nos¬ trils. And that wasn’t gleaned from a book, either; you can take my word for it. Verily, come ye on, ye saffron lights—shine down on all these satel¬ lites, poetic eh! especially on that night of nights, the night,—graduation night. Carroll Colby, ’36 MISCELLANEOUS REFLECTIONS If the entire membership of the graduating class were set before us on the proper staging, we would he confronted with the most intelligent and sober seniors since the class of 1934. Now with the acquisition of a diploma, you seniors have nothing to do hut show it to a prospective employ¬ er, and nine times out of ten the result will be the same. When he discovers that you are a graduate of Reading High, he will nearly leave his chair in a gesture of approval and will immediately pass you one of his finest Havana cigars. How enthu¬ siastic he will he in this interview, and what per¬ suasive powers he will employ in an effort to have you accept a position! Don’t let him sweep you off your feet, however, but always remember to hold out for more money. Tell him that you’ll work for twice the salary offered, and if he stalls, force the issue by stating that you ' ll leave him fiat unless he agrees immediately. This brings the employer to his senses and he grants the request immediately. The moral of this story is: “A dip¬ loma plus diplomacy is a valuable combination.” In pondering over the theories and axioms brought out in the above story, one summer day Edward J. Michalosky answered an advertisement in a Boston paper and set forth his many qualifi¬ cations. He received a very favorable reply which, however, requested his photograph. Well, to make a short story shorter, Mike sent in his class picture and was informed by return mail that his services were not needed. It might be added here, by way of consolation, that he later became acquainted with the employer’s daughter and eventually se¬ cured the position. X Fred Ryland, the class president, should have no difficulty in worldly affairs since he is a very versatile athlete, student, and business man. He was largely responsible for the success of the wrestling carnival, and the A. A. benefited greatly from this. In fact, the proceeds were nearly suf¬ ficient to pay the 1926 laundry hill. The senior commuters from North Reading are cognizant of the efficient service tendered them by a local transportation unit and cite their ap¬ proval in: A TRIBUTE TO MASON’S BUS It gives me considerable pleasure to write A tribute to buses of blue and white. Over the road so smooth they glide That one is hardly conscious of the ride. Far more, we think, does it compare lo the Magic Carpel floating through air. Motors as silent as birds in flight Contribute f urther to our delight. So when we go to Reading Square 1 hese sturdy greyhounds bring us there, And, no matter what you think of us, We love to ride in Mason’s bus. John Dobbins, P. G. R. H.S. The Pioneer ECHOES OF LUNCH BOX JR. Odds and Ends —Parker Kimball doing a Hep¬ burn— (the clothes we mean)—Somehow- we think your editor has that “Harvard Look” but the Ox¬ onian accent is rather inconsistent—What did you think of La Carpenter’s performance (with ges¬ tures) in our class play?—Were pressing the or¬ chids—Believe it or otherwise, your Salutatorian finds time to read all the best modern novels be¬ sides doi ng her studying I Do you sleep, Rita?) I find time to without the studying (or did you sur¬ mise that?) I he rare combination of both beauty and brains seems to be the possession of La Comey (Valedictorian to her public)—Did you know? Vi Livingstone hibernates in Everett—to get away from it all, I suppose; well, you can’t blame her— tiresome, these autograph hounds— We h ave an argument to settle: your friend, class¬ mate, and honor student, (three in one) claims that she, and not her sister, looks like her mother; we say “Pat does; now who wins? ? ? (Special award for promptness plus neatness). When in doubt—ask Dora Levine ( the girl with all the ans¬ wers.) Pen Point tragedies —Ben Hartshorn forgetting to remember his homework. (French a specialty.) John Maguire being subdued from fiery Irish ora¬ tion, by Mr. Dixon. Clifton LeTourneau being polite, and letting someone else win the Legion Road Race. Jean Phippen dropping a pencil, her arms too full to pick it up, and no one in sight. (I did it with mirrors.) Blue Eaglet Glimpses —Johnnie Mathieson seeing “Treasure Island” with the aid of a bag of peanuts to sustain him through moments of suspense and suspicion. Your Class Adviser enjoying, “Any¬ thing Goes”—. Me (positively last appearance) cheering, “As Thousands Cheer,” (four rows in back of Miss England.) Fen Carpenter enjoying “the pause that refreshes” (at Torre’s of course) — “Lancelot and Elaine”—under the head of “deten¬ tion one day in room 9—(were they naughty, Mrs. Weins? Can you (dare you) deny that Jean Phip¬ pen is not only the most poised person in the class but also the most gracious?—and just to prove it did you see her model for the Senior Class girls- too bad Adrian (or “Roberta”) wasn’t th ere— Riddle me these—Fen Carpenter (the dizzy blonde) wants to become a nurse; we (the column) think she makes a much better “Betty Boop”— What is the difference between “Mickey” Miller and Dickie Moore? (Dickie Moore is paid.) — In Retrospect —We wonder where Miss Ernst buys her daily supply of patience and good nature (not a care in a classroom!) and how busy her German I, Period VIII class use to keep her!—(do you still like peanuts?)—What does Robert (Paderew- ski) Hopkins carry in that brief case—answer: 1 9 3 5 pencils to lend. Sorry, but we must go to press- P. S. Most of the Seniors seem to have gradu¬ ated. ON MINDING (the class?) BABY (Dedicated to “Mickie) Have you ever taken care of our baby? If you haven’t, you are very fortunate, or perhaps I should say that the baby is fortunate. At any rate, you can never tell when you may be called upon to act. Here are a few timely suggestions: In the first place all babies, infants, and mem¬ bers of the younger generation are temperamental. Not as temperamental as Lupe Velez, or Ethel Barrymore perhaps but nevertheless,—tempera¬ mental (even “Mickie has his moods). If the baby is asleep, you may amuse yourself by scar¬ ing off flies or removing his thumb from his mouth. Then too you might sandwich in a little revenge by making faces at him now and then, or enjoying a session with the bottle. In the latter case, you should remove the nipple as the baby may have a cold (“Mickie sometimes gets Rumble Seatitis.) When you are through with the bottle, be sure to dilute the rest of the milk, inasmuch as all in¬ fants are very sensitive in this respect. If by chance you become bored by the child’s slumbers or if its snoring disturbs you, a safety pin is often useful for this purpose. Little gold safe¬ ty pins are best; they awaken gently and pleasant¬ ly. Now that the thing is awake, you must amuse it. Many babies react favorably with a goldfish or a watch. Try the goldfish first; if it is de¬ voured, you still have the watch in reserve. If this fails, you should stand on your head and wig¬ gle the big toe on your left foot; this has a hyp¬ notic effect. In the realm of instruction (for “Mickie” is an apt child) you may, provided the child’s old enough, teach it to say a number of cute expres¬ sions. Among these you might include: “We do our part,” “How’m my doin’? , or “Hi de Ho.’ Such expressions as “Da-da or “Goo-goo” should be discouraged as they may interfere with the child’s foreign language courses in later life. Who knows? Perhaps he will prove to be one of those masticating babies. I apply this term to those members of the species who delight in chewing pencils. For this purpose “Eberhard No. 32 hard” is unexcelled. They are sold for fifty cents a dozen. Eversharps should be dis¬ couraged as celluloid is indigestible. If all efforts to amuse the brat prove unsuc¬ cessful, you can always turn on the radio loud enough to drown him out. If you are wealthy, you may hire Duke Ellington s orchestra for the evening. C. William Mooney ’35 |{. H. S. The Pioneer 1 9 3 5 m EXCHANGES ffi Once again we review the literary genius of the cream of America s youth in publications re¬ ceived from High Schools of our own standing. Therefore put yourself at ease and prepare for our discerning commentary. “The Red and White from Rochester, New Hampshire: “Reveries” of your January issue is a typical example of your high standard of liter¬ ary merit. Your page of “Wit and Humor” is ex¬ cellent. Here is an exemple: Teacher (during test) : That’s the second time you ' ve looked on her paper.’’ Student: “Yes sir. She doesn’t write very plainly.” As the Sophomores See the Seniors “The senior stood on the railroad track, The train was coming fast, The train got off the railroad track, To let the senior pass.” “The Purple Quill from Galveston, Texas: Your cover designs are very good and your “Snoople Snips” and “Hollywood Headliners” are quite original. “The Western Star” from the Junior High School, West Somerville, Mass.: You have a fine magazine and your blockprints show real artistic ability. “School Life” from Melrose, Mass.: We find your poetry and alumni department interesting. Your athletic write-ups are quite complete. We thank you for your comment. Your humor is good, also. Tommy: “A giraffe doesn’t each much does he?” Zoo Keeper: “What makes you think that?” Tommy: “Well a little goes a long way with him.” “The Authentic from Stoneham, Mass.: Your fine magazine has a good literary department and the poetry is outstanding, also. We thank you for your comment as follows: “The Pioneer,” Reading High—A complete and well arranged magazine, whose contents are of high standing. We might suggest a separate sec¬ tion for the jokes. They seemed especially out of place in the Poetry section.” “The Cub” from Ipswich, Mass.: You have a very interesting magazine. Congratulations to the able typists. The illustrations are most at¬ tractive and the article “On Giving An Oral Com¬ position” exactly expresses our own feelings. “The Distaff” from Girls’ High School, Bos¬ ton, Mass.: Your “Prize Essays deserve much credit especially “Books are Frigates.” The little marginal pictures are very fitting. “The Echo” from Nashville, Tenn.: You have a splendid literary section. Your “Camera Club ’ is decidedly new for a school club. From “Letters to Santa Claus From The Faculty Members, we find: Dear Santa: Please bring me an assistant ticket seller, more students to go to football games, gas masks for the chemical laboratory, and a new r skeleton for Biology classes. With Love, M. L. W. “The Reflector” from Woburn, Mass.: You have a magazine of high literary merit which is well organized and has plenty of humor such as this: Times were different then. SeerPon a History Paper: “As a young man, Alfred the Great was continually bothered by the dames who fought with him. I think that I shall never see A “D” as lovely as a “B” A “B” whose rounded form is prest, Upon the records of the blest. A “D” comes easily, and yet It isn ' t easy to forget. “D’s” are made by fools like me. But only Work can make a “B.” We thank you for your comment. We are glad you liked our December cover design and book reviews. “The Aegis” from Beverly, Mass.: “What One Star Did” from the literary department and “Cafeteria” from the poem department are both exceptional. The December and February cover design are fine, also. Buckley: “What do you want most of any¬ thing in the world?” Le-petit Francais: “II ne sais quoi?” Buckley: “What do you want with a Genesee squaw? Why not marry some nice French girl?” “The Ko-Hi-Nur” from Codona, California: You certainly have a really model newspaper. It is well edited and the typography is quite pro¬ fessional. Your humor column holds its high standard. Boy Scout : “May I go across the street with you?” Old Lady: “Certainly sonny. How long have you been waiting?” T: “Did you get hurt while you were on the team?” M: “No. It was while the team was on me. 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