Salisbury High School - Pillar Yearbook (Salisbury, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 94 of the 1937 volume:

s mvfy.n.- - f.-T . NA YE SAR UM BOOKE Published four times a year in February, May, June and November by the boys of the Salisbury School, Salisbury, Connecticut +A' ANNIVERSARY DAY ISSUE June, 193 7 EDITORIAL BOARD EDITOR DUDLEY S. TYLER, '37 ASSOCIATE EDITORS PORTER COLE, '37 ALDEN A. MUDGE, JR., '37 ROBERT L. OWEN, '37 ASSISTANT EDITORS BUSHNELL SMITH, '39 DANIEL S. RIKER, JR., '39 GEORGE M. MUDGE, ,39 FREDERICK O. CAPEN, '38 BUSINESS MANAGER JOHAN ANDERSEN, '37 SUBSCRIPTIONS 54.00 per year Alumni 52.00 per year Entered as second class matter March 22, 1916, at the Post Office at Salisbury, Conn. under the act of March 3, 1879. CONTENTS Page Frontispiece: The Reverend S. Janney Hutton ' Dedication 7 Leader When Will We Learn Swing Fever Satisfaction Editorial Notes The Library The Red String Dudley S. Tyler Daniel S. Ril-:er Robert L. Owen Alden A. Mudge Dudley S. Tyler Sonnet Porter Cole Strange Robert L. Owen Kismet Porter Cole After the Portrait in the Possession of the Author Porter Cole The Year Robert L. Owen Prejudiced Henry N. Arms Song Porter Cole Fate John S. duMont The Sea Robert L. Owen If Wishes Were Autos Noon at Twelve Sharp The Perfect Crime By the River Two Horsemen Devil's Song The Stewarts of Dewey Class of ,37!'A Saga The Sixth Form Group Pictures The Football Team The Baseball Team The Rowing Squad The School The Masters The Prefects ville Ye Sarum Booke Board Informal Pictures Notes and News Alumni Notes Athletics School Directory Advertisements Clausen Ely Porter Cole George M. Mudge Robert L. Owen David A. Highman Porter Cole Johan M. Andersen THE REVEREND S. IANDZEY HUTTON YE SARUM BOOKE VOL. XXXII JUNE, 1937 No. 4 DEDICATION THE GRADUATING class of 1937 is honored to dedicate this Anniversary Day issue of Ye Sarum Booke to Mr. S. Janney Hutton. In view of all that Mr. Hutton has done for the school and for us, this dedication seems very inadequate, indeed, but it is a sincere expression of our best wishes and interest in his future work. After a position as headmaster in the St. Paul's School in Baltimore, Mr. Hutton became a master here in the fall of 1929. On entering the school he assumed the duties of chaplain and instructor of Sacred Studies, English, and Mathematics. Soon after he began his work at Sarum, he undertook a thorough revision of the English curriculum. His purpose was to give the student a well rounded knowledge of English and American literature as well as a sound training in intelligent writing. All of those who have been in his courses are deeply grateful to him for his thoroughness and excellence as a teacher. He has also spent much time and thought in regard to Sacred Studies and has made this course an interesting survey of the origin and source of our religion which has clarified many of our mis- conceptions and doubts. Of special stimulus has been his ability to arouse our interest in some of the great problems of religion and ethics and to lead us to arrive at our own conclusions. To him the student has always been a young man filled with his own ideas, but who needs the guidance of an instructor to de- velop him to the best advantage. Soon after his arrival at Salisbury, Mr. Hutton's interest in sports widened the range of the school activities. His know- ledge of rowing, gained from experience at Cambridge and from his great interest in this sport, brought an unusual opportunity to the school. The Rector was enthusiastic and bought two second-hand shells and set up the facilities which are at the lake. With these, and the rowing machines which are in the basement of Payson Dormitory, crew started at Salisbury. 8 Ye Sarum Booke Now, of course, we have two new shells and the old ones have become barges Many boys have owed to him much of their success on college crews. Mr. Hutton has also been one of the great supporters of skiing. It was he who gave the sport its present momentum at Salisbury. He laid out the short trail up Mount Prospect and has arranged the interclub meets which have become yearly occasions of club competition. His work in the last few years in planning school meets has further added to the popularity of this sport. By many examples like these he has shown how well he understands and sympathizes with the desires of boys. With all his work at school Mr. Hutton has found time for many outside activities. When Mr. Waring left Salisbury, he took over the position of faculty adviser for Ye Sarum Books, supervising and crystallizing its policies. When the Rector died in the fall of 1934 and Mr. Hutton became the acting-head- master his duties grew too extensive and he was forced to give up this position, but not without leaving his stamp on the char- acter of the school publication. He has coached two plays a year in school dramatic work since 1929. In the social life of the village of Salisbury too, Mr. Hutton has made himself a val- uable citizen. He has beenamember of the Salisbury Forum Committee and of the Salisbury Players. He has often assisted the Rev. Mr. Chiera of Salisbury and the Rev. Mr. Miller in their respective services. In the school's wider relations in the educa- tional field, he has also been extremely active. At the Church School Conference at Groton in 193 5 he was made chairman of a committee to survey the various texts used in Sacred Studies. His report was later published and circulated to the church schools. Also in 1935 he organized an English Club among the instructors of English in the neighboring schools, who have welcomed enthusiastically the opportunity which his idea gave to an exchange of opinion and friendship. It may be clearly seen that it is not only Salisbury School that will feel the loss of this man. His thoughts, his work, and his interests have helped all who know him. The school will also miss greatly Mrs. Hutton, who was Miss Nancy Chamberlain, and who came to Salisbury after her marriage to Mr. Hutton in the summer of I934. She has filled a very active part in the life of the school and to her and to Sammy, who was Salisbury's Hrst faculty baby, we wish every happiness in their new life. In accepting a call to Christ Ye Serum Book: 9 Church in Big Stone Gap, Virginia, Mr. Hutton is fulfilling an interest and mission which he has always strongly felt for the church work in Virginia where he has for a number of summers participated in missionary work under the direction of Bishop Jett. We regret to lose him here but know that his contribution will also be great in his new post. The whole school, the sixth form especially, wants to thank Mr. and Mrs. Hutton for all they have done for usg Mr. Hutton for all his help and guidance and Mrs. Hutton for her generous hospitality on so many occasions. We wish this dedication to be a token of our great gratitude to them and of our sincerest best wishes for their future. IO Ye Sarum Booke LEADER N ORDER to succeed in life it is necessary to have ambition- an ambition which, through pain and disillusionment will be able to emerge victorious. Ambition is something quite incomprehensible and un- tangible. It is not something concrete but an indefinable quality which exists in a person only through that person's attempts to gain it. How easy it is to say when hearing a nobly inspiring piece of music, 1 am going to be a musician. The test comes after the piece has ended and an attempt is made to become an artist of some instrument or other. just anybody can not become a master performer if he lacks the ambition to drive him on through the dull periods of scale-practising and linger technique. Perhaps it would be better if it were possible for a person to skip to immediate prominence with no previous labor. Unfortunate- ly the world is not so made, for nothing can be had freeg there is always some sacrifice to be made towards the attainment of perfection. The sacrifice may be long years of oblivion, loss of social contact with the world, but, whatever it is, this sacrifice has to be made and it is a person's ambition, almost lust for success that enables him to continue his efforts steadfastly. Ambition is insatiableg it will not stop even at the top, for it must continually be seeking new fields to conquer, new hard- ships and sufferings to overcome for the attainment of a glorious end. A person blessed with such a characteristic is bound to become a winner, provided that he does not permit his inherent desire to put things off conquer his ambitious will. Of course there is always the danger that ambition will be used towards an unrighteous end. This is, of course, totally dependent upon the character of the person. If he is com- pletely forgetful of his own interests in the fulfillment of the interest and good of others, then his ambition will not lead him astray or render him a character undesirable to the welfare of his community. Ambition cannot be assumed at once like a new coat or anything tangible. It must be sought for over a long period of yearsg a person's life. It is unreasonable to think that leaving nature to run its own course, an abundant supply of ambition will suddenly be thrust into a person's character. lt must be striven after, laboured for, and tightly grasped and protected from escape when once obtained. It is as slippery as an eel to Ye Sarum Booke II hold, but if held will work advantageously for its owner so long as he will treat it properly and use it for worthwhile unselfish purposes. WHEN WILL WE LEARN? A LTHOUGH the human race has progressed industrially compared to the cave-man days, we have, since the first day of life upon this earth of ours, in the standpoint of desires, stayed absolutely still. By desires I mean the longing for power, the greed of out-doing the other persong and as the world becomes more and more civilized, the increasing want of money. Prejudices, too, continue in all their strength. Our Lord, jesus Christ, was killed without a fair trial, so are some of our citizens still treated. Down south a few men executed a colored- man who was deprived of a fair trial. The various countries of today are crazed with the idea of world supremacy, as the Greek and Roman empires were in ancient times. To satisfy this craving, scientists have dis- covered deadly chemicals for both gases and explosives to be used to kill many an innocent and peaceful person for the profit of one or two political enemies. The dictators of the world have taken the inhabitants of their countries and have made them into military slaves to be slaughtered as pigs in the next war, if it can be called a war. Nowadays, gangsters go to any extremes to earn small profits. The crooked politician takes the very bread away from the poor, so he will be able to live like a king out of the pockets of honest citizens. These men throw innocent by-standers into prisons for criminals to make the public believe they are protecting the commonwealth, so that the public will vote for them next election. As these things are true about the world as a whole, so are they true of the individual. Each one of us is like a machine, we will not run unless we have fuel, and that fuel is money. We waste all our lives earning and spending it, and we do not take time out to see what nature has in store for us. We are always meddling in other people's business, and mocking them when they do something out of the ordinary. People, boys especially whether they want to or not, are always siding up with the majority against some person or other gain to popu- I2 Ye S arum Booke larity. We love to make others suffer and to make fools of them. The argument will probably be that it is human nature to do all the things mentionedg but I ask when is human nature going to learn that wars are only destructive menaces to the world and accomplish nothing? When is human nature going to learn that power is only a very minor thing in this World? When is human nature going to learn to stop being greedy for money? These are the eternal rhetorical questionsg but only by asking them and searching earnestly for the answers will man have any chance to advance. SWING FEVER HE FIRST question that must be answered is whether Swing can be classed as an editorial topic or not. It Seems to me that it should be so esteemed since it occupies a prevalent position in the eye of youth. And with the present youth being the future America, it seems logical to assume that swing will have some effect on this country. Therefore with a temporal significance it reaches out into the future. When jazz came into being, our grandmothers and grand- fathers were horrified. They simply could not understand how their children could appreciate such noise. The same has happened today with our younger generation, except that the change has been from jazz to swing , instead of light classics to j azz . It seems that the happy medium between the classics and swing is rather hard to find, for I remembervone time when I took a music lover to Benny Goodman's, and he did the most amazing thing. After we were seated, all he said was, My God, What a noise! and before I knew quite what was happening, he had taken the insides out of a roll and stuffed them in his ears. Of course when the quartet started we left. Of course that is the blacker side to swing and cannot be understood by this generation. The other viewpoint can be felt when hundreds of couples stare open-mouthecl at Gene Krupa's drumming and far prefer to get a table next to the trumpet section than dance .... or go to the Onyx to sit and listen to Stuff Smith and the boys. Something has happened to popular music in this past yearg it has taken on some kind of a frenzied tempo that has made us more than ever music conscious. Ye Sarum Booke I3 What all this change signifies I am unable to guess. Per- haps it might mean that we are returning, in a way, to the state of the savage when we thrill at the drum breaks of Chick Webb, perhaps our harmonic sense of music has hit a new low when we rave about the squeaks of Benny's clarinet, or almost feel the shrill blasts of Bunny Berigan's trumpet. After all what is the supreme criterion of music? Does it not seem rational to assume that everyone might have a different one, and if this is true why should not this generation have a different one from the last? Even if we are retrogressing in the estimate of some people, is it our own estimate? As we grow older we probably will be- gin to love the great classics more and more, but at our stage of development I think it is better to love swing than no music at all. The love of a thing lies in the appreciation of it, there- fore if a drum break and some hot licks on a clarinet are appreci- ated by us as much as a Wagnerian crisis, by someone else, the love for each may be equal. Are we returning to the native's rhythmic madness? What- ever is happening, all swing fiends love it .... and after all, since the present generation is ephemeral in its universal value, why should it not enjoy an ephemeral madness? .i.1....T SATISFACTION WHENEVER the word satisfaction is mentioned, depressing images arise in my mind. I think of small towns with their numerous citizens all deep in the groove of self satisfaction. I think of blighted ambitions, of greatness which might have been. Images of men in their forties rocking back and forth in contentment as they sit on the wide porches, and of women who are satisfied with life and who bitterly denounce all who are not contented, also come to mind. I see a state of inertia, of sure- ness that one's self is perfection, and that progress is a thing of the past. There is no retrogression. When men are satisfied they are in a state of suspended animation. They live and love in one frame of mind. Advancing years do not show a corresponding evolution in mental ability, or material position. They are perfectly happy in keeping their same job without ever desiring I4 Ye Sarum Booke an increase in pay or position. They only ask to be left alone. Such people are the satisfied. Satisfaction is happiness. It is not the full happiness, however. Full happiness demands that one be constantly active, one cannot stop and gaze fondly on what one has ac- complished and be really happy. There is something lacking when one is merely satisfied. This state of satisfaction is to be found most predominately in small towns. It is hardly as noticeable in a city, at least. People are content to drift and live the same routine. They are perfectly happy in what they are doing. No one wants any more. It is too much of an effort to exert oneself for the sake of a bigger house or better education for one's children. The happiness they have is not worth the breaking up. Satisfaction is a type of defense. It is an excuse for not being daring enough to attempt the future. It is an excuse for a brilliant man's settling down to drudgery as a clerk when he could be the head of the company. Laziness is strongly an alloy of satisfaction. There are causes for this in small towns. In the first place it is traditional. Always, since the early settlement days, the town has been slow and easy going. The town founders were so, progress has not speeded life up a great deal. Many people shrug their shoulders and say why should we do something our fathers never did? Then, since life is so easy going, it casts a spell of indolence over the individual. It makes him feel that life is good as it is. Why change? Happiness is worth more than striving mightily in the uncertain hope of greatness and maybe bitter unhappiness. The life of contentment is the true life-for the mentally stultilied. The third reason is, that to the average small town citizens there is not much of a goal to strive for anyway. At least it is not tangible. Higher education is not the most important thing in the world-when one has to sweat and suffer in at- taining it. People seem just as happy without that, too, so why bother-that is their way of reasoning. Now satisfaction perhaps is all right for the masses. But in a small town it is practically universal. The weight of it is so heavy that it wears down anyone who professes his desire to be great. Shocked matrons do the rest. Anyone who is dis- contented is unorthodox. It so dominates men's minds that they are unable to under- stand why young so-and-so wants to go away to school. The Ye Sarum Booke 15 local high school was good enough for his father. They cannot understand why a person would like to read German or French. Their's is a life of contentment which neither adds to, or takes from progress. When, however, satisfaction comes to a young doctor who could have a brilliant future, and causes him to settle down in a small town to practise, there is a tragedy. He should be in a medical institute, but a year of association with the solemnly satisfied denizens of the town drenched his ambition. His sole desire is to become one of the folks. Here progress is dead. The same is true of a lawyer. A person with artistic talents should never live there. Satisfaction kills genius. That is why I think it is a sin for any man to be contented. His soul should torment him, drive him on, on, on. With a turbulent soul he will progress. His soul at ease, he will be contented and never wish to strive for anything. One should remember that the weary will rest when they are dead. That is time enough. No one should be satisfied to stand back and look fondly on one's work. There will be time for that later, but now strive on. Satisfaction will kill your soul, too. EDITORIAL NOTES AT A RECENT meeting of the Editorial Board of Ye Sarum Booke the following were chosen as members of next year's board: Bushnell Smith, Editor, Daniel Riker and George Mudge, Associate Editors, Frederick Capen, Business Manager. THE Rt. Reverend F. G. Budlong, Bishop of Connecticut, made his annual visit to the school on Sunday, May 23, when he confirmed two boys, Daniel Riker and George White. THE FOLLOWING boys were chosen for next year's Dance Committee: Robert Cole, Chairmang Daniel Riker and Bushnell Smith. 16 Ye Sarum Booke THE LIBRARY IT HAS been the Librarian's very great pleasure to announce in each issue of Ye Sarum Booke the new volumes which the gifts and interest of Old Boys and Friends of the school have made possible during the year. Since last fall it has been our good fortune to add to the Library 122 volumes on various sub- jects and consequently to increase very notably the usefulness of our collection. Already the shelves are beginning to show on first glance the improvement which has come to the Library during the last two yearsg old and damaged volumes have been removed, rebound, or repaired: shelf space has been increased and the number of new books has removed the appearance of stagnation which marks a dead school library. We can no longer admit that criticism for each month brings some new book and often a number of new books. The school hopes that every old boy on a return visit to Salisbury will be pleased to observe the changes and additions which have been made and will capture some of the interest which has made possible these improvements. To have a growing library is a great asset to a school and one of our most signiiicant claims to the advancement of education. It is also true that gifts made to such an enterprise are of the most perm- anent source of benefit to the school. Books are not quite imperishable but they last for years and the donor could never regret that his gifts were worn out with use. Again we thank all our kind benefactors and express our gratitude that the Library has been enabled to renew its life. The Library is glad to acknowledge the acquisition of the following books: From a gift of the Class of 1936 the following volumes were purchased: Aksakoff: Year: ey Childhood Aksakoffz A Russian Sehoolboy Aksakoff: A Rursian Gentleman Carlyle: On Heroes and Hero-Worship Carlyle: Sartor Rerartus A. E. Housman: Introductory Lecture Nicolson: Some People Redman: Reading at Random Robinson: Collected Poems Sumner: Folkways Ye Sarum Boolce I7 Ward: A Miscellany q' Tract: and Pamphlm From Mrs. Donald McBride: Crile: Skyway: to a Yungle Laboratory From Mrs. Emerson B. Quaile: Gordon: None Shall Look Back From Capt. A. S. Bennet: The Field Artillery Journal Ca periodicalj From The American Chemical Society CTercentenary volumej Morrison: Man in a Chemical World 18 Ye Serum Books THE RED STRING JEAN LIVED in the poorer section of New York, the son of a struggling newspaper photographer. At an early age he had learned to love the noisy intricacy ofthe big press cameras, the clickings, the windings and turnings necessary for proper adjustment. Often his father had let him handle his huge Graflex, which he always touched with a feeling of awe. He loved to gaze into the mirror view-finder, adjust the levers and click off by the thousands pictures of imagined fires, riots, robberies, and all the subjects for shots that constitute the dangerous every-day occupation of a press photographer. Sometimes he accompanied his father to the newspaper oHice where he became the pet of the reporters, hard men striving for a foothold in a hard world, but with kind hearts and gentle dispositions towards a boy like Jean. The greatest thrill in his life came when one of the men actually let him take a pictureg not just an ordinary picture, but a flash picture. What a thrill it was for him to hold up the weighty apparatus, carefully focus the lens, adjust the shutter and diaphragm, and press the cable release with the resulting blinding flash of the bulb. In love with cameras and pictures through hisjconstant association with them, jean went to all the exhibitions that he possibly could. He preferred spending all day in a dimly-lit gallery gazing at glossy prints of all kinds and subject matter and carefully digesting every bit of data and comment given with them, to playing with his friends. There never was a more devoted exhibition attender than Jean, and he became expert at instantaneous recognition of the works of masters of light, tonal quality, and subject technique such as Steichen, Ritasse, Margaret Bourke-White, Stackpole, Dmitri, O'Connell, and Pavelle. Through his constant consuming of picture data and repeated trips to store windows displaying cameras, Jean developed a passionate longing for one of them. He spent hours day-dreaming in front of camera stores with his nose plastered against the plate-glass window in a vain attempt to approach the object of all his dreams and prayers. One day as he was avidly longing for the contents of a store window, a stranger happened along and asked him what interested him so deeply and why he looked at the same time disappointed. Jean told him by mournfully pointing at the dis- play of cameras behind the plate-glass window, and the man, a Ye Sarum Books I9 tall middle-aged fellow with a kindly benevolent face framed in a pair of bushy white side-burns, nodded his head knowingly. Then he suggested that together they go in and look over the cameras. Wild with joy, jean grabbed the man's outstretched handrand eagerly followed him into the store. With a meaning wink he asked the man behind the counter if he would be kind enough to show the young gentleman some cameras. Deftly the clerk reached behind boxes, up on shelves, and behind curtains to put before Jean's eyes the largest and most dazzling supply of cameras that he had seen. There were large press-cameras with complicated flash-units tightly molded to their sidesg compact miniatures with telephoto, wide angle, speed, and portrait lenses. There were cameras of glistening chrome metal with intricate buttons, levers, and knobs, with built in exposure meters, automatic focusing devices and gadgets of all kinds to insure the utmost in picture perfection. He pressed all the levers and experimented with every camera, thinking of the marvelous long-range shots he could take with this telephoto lens, or the candid candid shots he could take with this all-around speed lens. He thought of the beautiful prints he could enter in the exhibitions: prints of rolling meadows fading into a background of hazy nothingness, of rippling streams with soft verdant banks and mossy over-hanging trees with perhaps the splash of a leaping trout a spot of dancing silver in the foreground, of mountains erect and haughty in their snow-capped majesty, of little towns with quaint, tall steepled churches and squares with playing fountains and village greens with long expanses of green, dully resplendant in the after glow of a summer shower, of mighty cities with large sky-scrapers and the rush of humanity. Then he thought of the pictures of blazing fires, riots, robberies, sports, and scoop shots of every- thing under the sun. Suddenly he was aroused from his revery by the voice of the middle-aged man saying, If you had your choice, son, which would it be P In utter amazement Jean stared at the man until he repeated the question. Which one did he want? He liked the big ones for their ponderous complicatedness, although he wanted a small camera for its inconspicuousness and practic- ability. After a good deal of careful thought, Jean narrowed his choice down to threeg a large plate camera, and two miniature cameras. He liked the large one, but at the same time he want- 20 Ye Sarum Boolce ed one of the smaller ones. In a quandary he turned to- the man and professed that he didn't know which he wanted. The fellow smiled and told him to shut his eyes. Quickly he arranged the three cameras, substituting for the large camera a Contax model III with a built-in exposure meter and a powerful telephoto lens. Then he told Jean to stretch out his hand and touch one of the three. With a shaking finger, Jean touched the Contax III. Opening his eyes he exclaimed, Oh, if only that were mine! Suppose, said the man, that I let you take it home with you and test it out, and if you liked it you could keep it, and if you didn't like it you could return it. For a few seconds Jean remained speechless, but then he started a torrential How of thanks to this man who had practical- ly given him the camera, for how could he ever find fault with a camera like that. Don't thank me yet, said the man. In answer to the fellows demands, the clerk brought out filters, different lenses, a flash-unit, a panorama top, an ever-ready case, a neck strap, and boxes of high speed film packed in gleaming cases stamped with the magic formula Din Rating 19-10. All these accessories were packed into a square box which was tied with apiece of bright red cord. Surrounded by the camera, the accessories, and the happy face of the man, Jean tried to thank him, but instead tears -tears of joy-rushed to his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. i Il' 1 5 1 He awoke with his nose still pressed against the pane. It was dark, and the shop had long been closed. Already the street lights were beginning to come on, with their Hickering yellow unsteadiness etching agile black fingers on the walls of the adjoining houses and on the street. What a dream it was, thought Jean, but as he turned sorrowfully away from the window, he felt a tugging about his neck and the feeling as if something had gently struck his stomach. Looking down he saw a neat ever-ready camera case slung about his neck. Lifting the top of the case the chromiumed top of a Contax III blinked up at him in the half-light. Looking on past the case and its precious content, he saw a large square box at his feet neatly wrapped and tied with bright red string. D. S. T., '37 Ye Serum Books 21 I sonnet this cannot be: the image which i had burned from the fruits of intellect is now dead, and all the high thoughts of my mind have turned into slight nothings. let me lie Where bled the heroes of antiquityg let me take my bed into a cool, quiet cellar, dark and far from the hostility of light, where fed two earth worms on the promise of my star. in the black distance i see holiness threading its caustic way among the stones, and near behind the clergy in their dress of spangled gold. i faintly hear the moans of those poor sinners who in righteousness sought death, which ever they had known ..... P. C., '37 22 Ye Sarum Booke STRANGE THE SUN had risen hot, and as the morning passed into noon the heat increased. Today was the day Tony had promised himself a shopping expedition in search of a miniature horse, not real however, simply made of .... well, whatever miniature horses are made of. V, The reason he had for getting the horse was a worthy one, in fact, he thought nothing quite so important, except the soft bed he was lying on. How lovely it was to be in a cool bed and watch the long shadows steal slowly back into their material form. After all, it had been a week before when he had made this promise and he wondered whether the length of a week might not render a self imposed contract void. But as he lay thinking of the other things he might do, his conscience began to scream with such fury that he decided to go in spite of all. Once on the way, his imagination bolstered up his drooping spirits as well as the intensity of his sentiments toward Corn- elia. It was she for whom the diminutive horse was destined. After a few hours of almost exuberant searching, he found the object of his quest in an antique shop far from the beaten track. The owner told him that this pony was a rare piece of work, but he was not impressed except by the fact that Cornelia might not have one like it. So in despair of finding anything both rarer and cheaper, he shed a groan as he searched deep into his pocket for two-thirds of his month's allowance, saying, O.K., wrap it up. On the way to Cornelia's house he didn't know Whether to walk with vigorous strides or not, since he felt so depleated by his extravagant purchase. But as soon as he approached his destination his verve returned, and when he burst in on Cornelia he was blooming with happiness. Tony! she exclaimed as he almost rushed upon her. Cornelia, he murmured in a voice joyful in its breathless- ness. What's the matter, Tony ? she asked, lost in the mystery of an attitude of Tony's she had never seen before. Does anything have to be the matter because I am happy to see you ? he said, holding the gift in a precarious position behind his back. Here, look what I brought you. He thrust the package at her, and almost let go, but grabbed more tightly when it nearly dropped. How sweet of you! What is it, some candy P Y Ye Sarum Books 2 3 Open it and find out, he almost commanded. Candy! he blurted, thinking of the gulf that lay between candy and art. From the midst of a noisy unpacking of papers came a pleasant cry of surprise .... and what bliss that cry was so Tony's ears! Tony! How wonderful. I've never seen anything half so nice .... really, Tony, it's the sweetest thing I've ever gotten. Oh, it's not much, I just knew that you liked horses so I ...... Oh, Tony, I wish you hadn't wasted all that money on me. I'll bet it cost a fortune. It wasn't anything much. I just ...... Tony, you know what I'm going to do? .... I'm going to put it beside my bed so that when I wake up in the morning and see thisiwonderful pony's black and yellow spots, I'll think of ou. i Y Oh, you don't have to do that, he said bursting with delight and pride, even though he didn't see what was remin- iscent of him, in a black and yellow horse. She sat down on a sofa, and Tony sat right beside her. As she kept thanking him, he looked at her, searching her eyes for some hidden recognition. After a moment she realized he was staring at her, and she placed the animal on the arm of the sofa. What's the matter? she asked rather abruptly. Huh .... what do you mean? Oh, nothing, why I was just looking at that picture on the wall, behind you. Really? I'll bet it's interesting, she said cruelly. Yes, he said, with all the youthful .vavoiryfaire he could summon up. It is interesting. And as she turned to see it, he looked, too, and found it to be of a beach with waves dashing upon it. You know, it is an awful shame that all that power must go to waste. What power ? she asked, rather puzzled with his sincerity. The power of the waves, you know, I have a scheme for tting some power from them, but I haven't perfected it yet. Ties, just think of all the power wasted! My invention really is very simple, it .... The interlude was broken by a fellow a few years older than Tony who came dashing through the door. Cornelia, I've found it--I've found it, he kept saying. Remember the piece we were looking for-well, I've got it! Then seeing Tony, he resigned himself to a subdued public countenance. 24 Ye Sarum Booke By the time he got the last words out of his mouth, Cornelia hadjumped up to seize this chance to be rescued from impending boredom, but in doing so, she bumped the edge of the sofa. Tlfie pony which had been placed there, began to slide on the round arm and it slid so slowly that they were paralysed until' it reached the edge and then there followed a moment of awful silence broken by a sound which almost broke Tony's heart. It was not a crash-not even a dramatic tinkle which accom- panies breaking glass-it was a lonely click which spreiijd the china pony into three pieces on the Hoor. Tony's thoughts, in that intense second, Hew back to his power scheme for waves-Cornelia's waking moments of black and yellow-his rather regretful boast of It's really nothing - the intense heat of the morning's shopping-the salesman's praises of the pony's rarity-the cool moments in bed that morning-but this was interrupted by Cornelia's wail. Oh, Tony, how dreadfully sorry I am. Please forgive my stupidity. Tony, you were a dear to bring me the poor pony. Can't you glue it together or something? l'm sure we will be able to do something about it. Tony, I have to go with Leo now, because he found a new place where they sell miniature horses, and we must get there before it closes-it's late, now. So you pick up the pieces, and I'll be back in about half an hour. She turned and rushed oif with Leo, who had been waiting nervously all the while, as though the only reason for the store's not closing was his tapping foot. Tony knelt down to pick up the three pieces of broken china, as though he were kneeling at the grave of his last friend. But this was not true, for even the face of the pony, which was still in one piece, seemed to laugh at him in its rather ironic way. And as he slowly picked up the three sad pieces, he wondered whether they were not symbolic somehow-symbolic of his life-of his love? And as he heard Leo's car start away on the pebbles of the driveway, he said half aloud and with almost manly conviction, Strange .... How awfully strange! His thoughts turned inward upon his five day friendship with Corn- elia .... Al-Iow lovely it all had been .... Yet now the only virtue that it held for Tony was its brevity, for although he was crush- ed at his extravagancy, he was grateful to the black and yellow pieces of china that he was fondling for disclosing the true value of his love for Cornelia or rather her love for him. E Ye Sarum Booke 25 How disconsolately he wandered out through the same door ' t he had so exhuberantly entered only a few moments before. d as he looked at the shelves overcrowded with miniature Nurses, he asked himself half audibly in philosophic sadness, ' y are men cursed with love and women anyway P But not w ' to answer, or be answered, he started homeward, the on 'rplace where he was appreciated .... to find what con- solation he could in his bed, so cool in the early morning shadows. ff, R. L. o., 37 ll Ye S arum Books kismet I in an early afternoon of a life, in the sweet hours of a night of novembe in the days that have passed, now gone, never to come again, never a dawn of them to break once more, Qi ask, what is remembrance for?l sly, like a murderer with a knife ready to slaughter the first member of the cotillion, in the masquerade i strode like a peacock. I had made a guise of silver and brocaded silk with apparel as white as milk .... nine o'clock of a quiet november night, full of the scent of autumn and the light from candelabra. In the bowls lay clusters of rich purple grapes. and the women in their velvet capes looked like a painting in the dark come of a sudden to life .... i shall not forget a flame or ember of that deathless evening of november, but will you remember? II it was strange how at midnight something left with the last chime of the bells, strange how the light in your eyes slowly turned mime and your lips curled in laughter, in mockery that came after the drop of time. then you blew smoke in my eyes and flicked your cigarette at me and swept magnificently from the room, with the butterflies on your agnes sorel gown still blinding me with their gold. i stood there alone, bold and infuriate, and asked, who rn ,fm-'GQ N. 5 2 5 s Ye Sarum Booke is woman, of butterflies and blue velvet, of crimson lips and flesh white as lilies, of soul like mesh, invisible and fragile, of few days and few words and paltry ways? who is woman when her cold heart can kill a man's love and depart from him like this? who is she insensitively to murder me? III it was strange two minutes after the echo of her cruel laughter had died, how i emptied my glass of curacao and took her glass and finished that too. odd how i suddenly cursed god as i smashed them on the floor and kicked the pieces to the door and turned out the bright lamp and strode out into the damp night and Went home to bed. strange how i lay there and read and read until morning came. strange how i never spoke her name again ...... strange ...... strange. . 2 28 Ye Sarum Booke AFTER THE PORTRAIT IN THE POSSESSION OF THE AUTHOR ji FRIDAY morning at the beach was like a dream to Alban and Lilith. Nantie always woke them early on that day because she knew how happy they would be to get up. There were strawberries and cream, butter and eggs, and milkglfpnd honey for breakfast, and excited faces demanding Nantie to take them immediately. Then their brown faces beamed as Nantie came slowly down the steps, mumbling, I do milithink 'tis right to gaw so airly. The dews will be still a' the strand. But goodnaturedly she went to the kitchen to fetch the basket that Cook always put up for them when they went down to the beach. The sun is so hot, and the darlings are always so hungry at eleven, Nantie explained. And the darlings, Alban and Lilith, always were hungry, eager to devour every- thing that came into their little hands. Lilith peered into the basket, lifting up the bright white napkin to see what they were to have for lunch today. You can't have any now, Alban said. Oh no, said Lilith. We'll save it.' It will taste better then. There are two candied apples in there, you know. I can hardly wait. Cook must have made them without telling us, -Alban said. But you can't have one now, Lily. Nantie smiled and tucked her veil tighter. Last night after the children were in bed, she had spent an extra hour or two making the beloved candied apples. But she said nothing, only smiled. When they reached the beach Nantie could scarcely keep the children near her. Lilith screamed happily at the sight of her little friends, already there, and Alban ran up to the Brad- bury boy, who was an excellent castle-builder. The sands were beautiful. The sun seemed to have chosen this spot from all others to make warm and cheerful. Every- where was the white morning sunlight, catching the broalgl lavender hat of someone far up toward the breakwater, or tllb bronzed back of old Mrs. Ludlow, who came to the same sacred spot every day, and lay there behind her sun glasses. In the water already wading, were Lilith and Alban and some other youngsters, who had slipped off their sandals as soon as possible, to comfort their feet in the cool sea. Everywhere was brightness, radiance, glory. The tall Norway pines, tower- E6 g Ye Serum Boolte 29 in the background, sent long deep shadows slipping across e sands, for it was still early. Here and there the sun caught e ruins of a sand fort or a well that someone had dug yesterday, g the sand, and making it pure white. The sea was so ing, the sea seemed bluer, the clouds grey in comparison. , antie settled down on the beach robe and tucked the luni ' basket under a pink towel to keep cool. She was content to about her for a minute and watch the waves breaking far dint, yet never taking her eyes from Alban and Lilith. They were two little darlings, her sweet human charges from the age of one and a half years. She looked lovingly at their suntanned backs, very scant sunsuits, their sunny blond hair. Nantie took mg knitting and rolled up one sleeve of her dress. She had heard that the sun was good for one, even if one was old. Surely bit of sun could not harm her withered old arm. Nantie'i bright straw hat kept her forehead cool, and protect- ed a face full of happiness and kindness, but full of worry, besides,'fffor those two motherless children. Lilith scampered up to her. Will Daddy be back to- night, Nantie? she asked. But yes, my dear, said Nantie, patting her fat, sandy littleglland. But yes. He said he would come up as soon as he fdtind the time. You know, Daddy is a verra busy man. 5'I know, Lilith murmured importantly. But I did want to be certain when he was coming. We shall have such fun in the waves with him. Do you think he will give us rides on his back? I wouldn't be surprised, darling. Lilith stood holding Nantie's hand still, and looking out to sea for a moment. She was pretty, oh so pretty. She was as chubby as a little maid ought to be, with long golden hair, un- bound, Which streamed down over her shoulders. Round her neclifshe wore a small golden cross that Nantie had given to fiiyears ago. She was a girl full of life, coy, demure, and 5 lntalisingly sweet-smelling and soft. She kissed Nantie so rvery often that Nantie was not at all sure her affection was real. iWhen she did not have her way, Lilith became furious and at embarrassing moments would lie down wherever she happened to be and scream at the top of her lungs. Nantie was often afraid to take her to parties or tea for fear she would do this. But she loved her all the more for being just what she was. il 30 Ye Sarum Booke Tell Allie to come here, please darling, Nantie whispered in her ear, kissing her. w Dear Papa is going to come on the choo-choo, Lilith sang, and she skipped away. Alban came up, he did not want to-evinced by a pouting mouth, but up he came. Nantie wiped his chest and legs with the pink towel, telling him he should not have gone in the water so soon. Alban pulled under the towel, wanting to go balck. Am I all right now, precious? he asked, smiling. ,ff Of the two children, Alban was perhaps the deakst to Nantie. He was the sort of a boy that her cousin John had been when they were little, west of Aberdeen. Closing her eyes and dreaming of those days, of her happy self and of her cousin, gave her great pleasure. It was always Alban who wanted to hear about Mary Queen o' Scots, and of Bonnie Prince Charlie and Florence. He used to lie for hours in her lap, with dreamy eyes, wanting to hear more and more. And then it was Alban who in May was the first to beg to go a-may- ing. I-Ie told Nantie that going a-maying as they did in the woods and fields reminded him of Queen Guinevere and the Knights of the Round Table, and stories she had read to him and Lilith. Tears came to Nantie's eyes as she thought of those days, so precious, perhaps never to come again. It was always Alban who wanted to know where his mother was and what she looked like. Don't we have any picture of her? he used to ask. But even his father would ask him to Please stop talking, when he questioned him about her, and Nantie knew nothing at all, nor had she ever seen her. Lilith never asked about her mother. One might have thought that she believed she was dropped from Paradise, poor child. Alban was safely engaged in digging canals with a troop of handsome, healthy, chubby boys, but Lilith was Wandering far away, searching for someone, something to play with. She stopped near a group of nurses sitting on the sands at the curve of the beach, nurses whom Nantie knew slightly, but did not like. Lil-ly! she called. Lil--ly! ig Lilith came running back questioningly, wondering what one earth Nantie could want. Is it time for the basket already P she asked breathlessly. No, my dear, Nantie said quietly. But I do na want you to play with those Morrell children. They are Moravian: and so are their nurses. Now, hear. Play near Allie for a bit , i B I l E Ye Serum Books 31 , d forget them. I will na have my baby near the Devil's b 'rns. 5' But what are Moravians, Lilith queried, shielding her e V, s from the sun. u Tut! they are na fit for us. Now go and play. And off she fwent, scampering and kicking up the sand behind her as she ran. Alban's and Lilith's father was divorced from his wife. Nantie had been engaged just two months after the separation had become final, and she had never seen the mother, taking her virtual and proper place in the children's lives. Cook had told herishe had run off with an Italian nobleman f Hitalian qualityngas she saidj-one night after a houseparty. That was the begihning of the end. And perhaps it was best for the childreriat any rate, thought Nantie, with a mother like that. No mother at all to 'em. Thelchildren's father never said a word about his wife to the newfgoverness. He was still young, broken by the misfor- tune so soon after marriage, devotedly caring for those two memories of a former happiness. To Nantie had been given instructions never to mention their mother to them. It will only r 'se complications, the father said. he beach was rapidly filling up. Red and white striped cabanls were being carried down in the sun. Umbrellas were stuclcf, here and there and people were always opening lunch baskets. The sun rose in the heavens higher and higher. Out at seafthe breeze made the white-caps larger, and a few sailboats saili ' past were keeling. xighe children were now too interested in the construction of a fan stic castle to cast even an occasional look at Nantie. Nantie looked down the beach, said good morning to an old friend as she went past with her children, and waved to Mrs. Ludlow's maid, who was opening her picnic lunch for her. ,f'It's nigh time for a bite to eat, Nantie called to the clriflfdren, wishing there were a dish of tea in the basket instead df chilled chocolate. Alban and Lilith ran up. Oh Nantie, give us the candied apples first, they cried. First dry your hands, Lily, Nantie said. There's a dear. As Nantie took the candied apples out of their wax paper wrappings, a woman approached the group, and put her hands on the children's heads. 3 32 Y e Sarum Book: You little darlings, she said. I expect you're hungryf' Yes, said Nantie, chuckling. You know, they life for these hours--coming down to the beach. She was a pretty, healthy woman, in a pale blue bathing suit, with flying, yellow hair, and much too much lipstick on, Nantie thought. Under her arm was a beach bag, made of bright orange canvas. She smiled at them all, holding Lilith's hand and patting Alban on the back. The children smiled shyly back, at this lovely creature who was taking sufh an interest in them. Do you bring these angels down to the beach often? she asked Nantie. Oh, yes. Every other day, if the weather is fine. And the children would come every day, if their father would let them. Oh, doesn't he let them? Naw, ma'am. They must have music and painting and lessons on some days, he says, Nantie answered. The children wandered off, waiting until the stranger should leave Nantie and the lunch basket. But the stranger still stayed, chatting to Nantie about the splendid days, and asking her questions about Alban and Lilith. Setting her beach bag down on the sands, she took a turquoise blue cigarette case out of it. Then she lit a cigarette and blew a long column of smoke toward the sea. One white hand with red nails lay on the sand, and she moved it carelessly as she watched the children with lowered lashes. Well, I must be going, she said, rising. She took Nantie's hand and glanced at Alban and Lilith again down the beach. Goodbye, my dear, she said. You don't know what seeing my children has done to me. Goodbye. And turning away, she slowly walked over to her party of friends, sitting lunching under an umbrella. Goodbye, goodbye, she sang, waving once more. Nantie's eyes were wet as she shook out the robe, gathered up the children's playthings, and called them again to lunch. But not once during the rest of the day did her eyes wander toward the yellow-haired woman in the blue bathing suit. W . P. C., 127 Blooms and blossomsg snow and stone Y: Serum Book: THE YEAR O TIME Immortal you have strown , On Summer's gentle breast On Winter's barren crest. Among the trees, to their dead leaves, You sing an Autumn requiemg With more repast than Winter's blast, And sweet refrain of April's rain, In Spring you stir the sleeping stem. Nature in Summertime, is thrown Into the blooming blush of lifeg In winter it has once more flown ' To wedlock with the deepest strife. R. L. O., 137 l 34 Ye Serum Booke PREJUDICED WOMEN, said Lee Dyer, give me a pain in the neck. He was seated at a table in the exclusive Villa Venice Night Club. I found him there alone in a gloomy mood. It was our first meeting in five years, the two of us having been classmates at the University of Chicago. He glowgred at me, but presently recognition came, and we shook hinds. Almost at once his eyes darted back to the dance floordwith quick nervousness where they rested on a beautiful girl in a silver evening dress. It was this girl, I learned later, who was the cause of his remark concerning women and his neck. She was dancing with a tall, dark young man, and both being beautiful dancers, they made a perfect couple. All girls P I asked Lee, eyeing him closely. All girls, he replied. We were silent for awhile until the girl in silver and her partner had danced around the floor and were again opposite us. As they passed Lee leaned forward. That girl, he said, is dancing with my best friend. Really? I replied. Fortunate fellow. ' Lee mumbled something under his breath. I've tried to warn him, he went on, about Women like her. Beautiful women are the worst. They will cause a man's downfall quicker than the rest. But jim won't listen. n He laughs, says I'm prejudiced and unfair. The idiot doesn't know what he's in for. . Prejudiced? I questioned. Why should you be preju- diced, Lee, old man ? He looked at me incredulously for a moment, and then his eyes softened. Of course, he muttered, you wouldn't know. Last year I met a girl like that in a night club in Miami. She was beauti- ful and seemed interested in me. I held her off for a time, not believing that a sought-after girl like her could fall for a bloke like me. Finally I told her that I loved her and proposed to her. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I realized that it was an old story to her. Lots of men had proposed to her, and she laughed at them as she laughed at me. You see, it was a sort of game she played. When she met a man who resisted her charms, she went to work on him until he proposed to her. l Eg Ye S arum Booke 35 1 Lee paused. Sometimes I wish I was a homely soul like ywf' he went on, Women never bother you. ig: The girl in silver danced by and smiled at our table, but I scarcely noticed her. I was thinking about Lee's remark and wondering if I ought to take offense. 1 f'And now, Jim is doomed, Lee went on. He's up against the same thing that I was, but he is blind to reason. She will ruin him like that other girl ruined me. There ought to be a law against women like that. She looks like a nice girl to me, I hinted. I wouldn't say from appearance that she is trying to entangle your friend in a love gaffairf' That, said Lee fiercely, is the point. Looks are de- ceiving. Underneath she is planning and scheming just how long it vydl be before Jim leads her out on the terrace and pro- poses tolher. Then she'll laugh at him, tell him about all the others, and make him feel like the idiot that he is. I sighed. Poor Jim, I said. I had no idea that he was in for such a beating. I shall be interested to see how he acts when they return from the terrace. Lge was watching the girl and Jim with deep concern in his eyies, and I thought that his girl must have done him a. great injustice to bring about such a state of mind. I couldn't make myself believe that the girl in silver was the sort of girl he believed her to be. ' . The music stopped, and Jim led his partner toward our table. Lee seemed to shrink away from her as if he feared her. I rose to my feet as the couple neared our table. Darling, I said addressing the girl in silver, allow me to present' my old classmate, Lee Dyer. Lee, this is Sally, my nf W1 C. i H. N. A., '37 Ye Sarum Booke SONG MY SONG is the silent breath Of the sun on a flower, It is the melody of death, Bereft of power. My song is the inimitable sound Of the wind on a mountain, Of footsteps on the ground, Of a splash in the fountain. My song is the music that follows A dying guitar's melody, Mine is the vacuum that swallows Mirth's memory. My song is the lull creeping Of autumn rain, It is a mournful, a weeping A melancholy strain. It is the song of all fools, All lovers of the vast and void, It is the funeral-chant of ghouls, By life destroyed. With calla lilies in her hair, Beside a summer pool, The vamping maiden Fate the Fair Made me her fool. My song, I know, will never be A fearful trophy, gold and gay, But my blue veins will tarryingzbe When you have passed away. A C-, 37 Ye Sarum Booke 37 L FATE WILLIAM Nesbitt was a wealthy man. He was quite Q aware of the fact as he sat in the office of his great ore millgand watched from his window the daily routine of his many workers. Tomorrow he would celebrate the twenty-fifth anniversary of his successful ore business and thus retire from active work. On looking back over his life he remembered some of thel incidents in his rise to power. On many occasions he had not played the game straight, but what were a few German miners compared with his success? He knew the majority of the miners were underpaid, but through this he was able to live in regal state and care for his two children who were now of preparatory school age. Yes, tomorrow would be another rise to successjefor him. Of course this might necessitate another wage cutiin order that he might have enough money to buy that new yachtirfor his eldest son, but he gloated over this fact. Yes, it was nice to be always so considerate of others and especially of one's children who would be ever thankful. There was in another part of the mill another man. Albert Heidt was not wealthy, but the son of a miner. He was forced to go tofwork when he was but fifteen years old. Albert was twentygfwo now, but the seven years he had slaved in the mines had gdihed him no advancement, and rather ironically, today a cut wages. This cut struck Albert as a blow for he had hoped ho be able to be married in the summer, now his plans seemedfimpossible. He planned to tell Mary the next day when the anniversary of the company would be celebrated, but he would 'have to tell her of the cut. The following day dawned bright and clear, a fine day for the celebration. William Nesbitt donned his business suit, addedg? carnation to his lapel, and drove to the mill. First there iYIOuld be a speech and then an inspection of the mine. The s geech came off well although he took no notice of the wan and tied faces of the workers. What if they did work hard, diddft he have to work hard to gain his success? Of course, used his head which could not be expected of these people. At the head of the shaft of the mine he passed through the- gathering of the miners and their families who would join in the Jnspection. Among them were Albert and Mary. The huge fwindlass in the shaft began unwinding and the gathering was slowly lowered into the mine. He did find that it was damp and wet as he had been informed, but what did it matter how the L 1 38 Ye Sarum Booke workers felt as long as they didn't start serious action? Now that was a fine policy, he thought, get all you can out of them for as little pay as possible. Hadn't he proven it? He certain- ly had been a success, perhaps he should tell his friends to take advantage of their business relations the way he had of his. They were at the bottom now and the gathering broke up to go off in small groups. Suddenly there was a terrific explosion and everything turned black. Earth was around and as soon as he C3II1Q 't0 his senses he could discern two other people in the darkness. Albert and Mary were trapped in the same part of the mine as he. As he put his foot on the ground he hastily pulled it up again as there was more than a foot of water on the bottom. He now became terrified and begged the other two to help him get out. He promised Albert an advancement and also a raise if he would only save him. But the coal gas had done a perfect job and had almost sealed the center of the shaft, and now water was beginning to Hood it. But Albert's ears were deaf to Nesbitt's mad cries, and he sought to comfort Mary who was on the verge of collapse. During this short interchange of words between the two men, the water had been slowly rising. Nesbitt had climbed to a small ledge, just large enough for two people, and stood there shaking violently. The efforts of the rescue workers above them could be heard, and Nesbitt filled the space with his mad cries for help. As the water was now over Albert's waist and steadily rising, he called up to Nesbitt and begged him to aid Mary in climbing to where he was but Nesbitt refused, fearing any extra weight on the ledge would endanger his chances. Albert did not ask for himself though he might have been able to stand there too, but now he tried to help Mary to the ledge. As Mary neared it, Nesbitt, in a fit of madness, kicked out at her. The blow struck her squarely in the temple, and sent them both back into the water where they sank. But at the same moment the concussion of a blast made by the rescue squad in attempt- ing to save him, crumbled the ledge he was standing on, and Fate reached out her hand and drew this money-crazed mad man beneath the waters. When the rescue squad finally did extricate the bodies, Nesbitt was given a glorious funeral, and many newspapers added that he probably lost his life trying to aid his fellow- workers whom he loved so well. 7. duM., 129 Ye Sarum Booke THE SEA I WENTfin my youth down to the sea Where the mighty waves were poundingg And there I lay my thoughts and me, Attuned to the echoes resounding. .,, E When I stepped into life I saw That everything was stale with powerg I fn-alized they missed Nature's law Arid hungered for the Ocean's dower. : will H- - 1 5' I went to the sea the other day, And helpless on the sand I layg But when I felt the mighty sea My youthful thoughts came back to me. My thoughts Hew back across the years 'And gathered verve instead of tears .... So when I woke to find no sun 'My mind was not a thing undone. I rose amid the evening dew And walked the beach that I once knew .... 'Twas then I felt a power come To give me strength to skim life's scum. 1 From then till now I've lived that strength But lately I have felt it die, And realize it has no length When we're apart .... The Sea and I. R. L. O., '37 40 Ye Sarum Booke IF WISHES WERE AUTOS A MOIST sultry breeze was blowing through the top of the tall oak trees that lined the dusty road. The air was oppressingg the smoke from a near-by chimney lay fiat over the house. The sky was a greyish blue without a cloud in sight, and a huge burning sun seemed to wither everything on the ground with its Haming heat. Along the dirt road an old four wheel farm wagon was crawling, drawn by a tired horse. A boy, of about eighteen years, sat on the high, hard wooden, seat watching the Hies that settled on the back of the horse and the swirls of dust rising from under the horse with every step. His hands and face were dirty and his clothes were matted with dust. Across his face there was an angry scowl, suggesting that he was thinking about something unpleasant. In reality he was. He was thinking of his unfortunate position in life. Why did he have to work in this dirt day after day, and drive this an- tiquated old wagon hour after hour? Other boys his age had beautiful new cars, in which they could speed over the roads, and go where they wished and do as they wished. Why was it his misfortune to have to lead this uninteresting life in the country without any of the thrills of a fast life among college boys? Just as he was reflecting on this subject, a high powered car roared around the corner behind him and passed him in a flash, blotting everything from view for a few seconds 'with a cloud of dust. In the car another boy of about eighteen was talking to a pretty girl. The boy remarked to the girl what a sad looking sight the boy in the wagon was. Yes, said the girl, the poor fellow does nothing but drive that wagon all day, probably, and never sees any of the happier side of life. Can you imagine what a horrible existence that would be? The boy said something in accordance with the girl's statement, and then they were both silent, thinking about the boy and his unhappy life, as they sped along the curving road. Suddenly these thoughts were interrupted by a sharp blast. My God, a tire, exclaimed the boy. The car swayed for a moment then leaped from the road, plowed through a fence, turned over two or three times in a field and broke into Hames ...... A mile or so back the young farmer still sat on his rickety old wagon, plodding slowly along, thinking of how lucky some boys were who could ride around in fast cars. C. E., 137 Ye Sarum Booke 41 NOON AT TWELVE SHARP THE passion-Howers at the gate are yellow, And oh, how invisible are the shadows of noon, How quick the lilacs' ache to offer soon A precious face, blue-eyed and mellow. It is failure I fear so much, failure to come, It is that the shadows will fall, my dove, my dear, That the clock will strike and that a splendid tear Will spill on my lips, pale and dumb. My heart should be like a singing bird, 'But it's not, it's not. The peak of the day Will die, and the noon will float away, And the passion-flowers still will be unstirred. The clock has struck, and why does the wind Part the lilac bushes in mockery, in hate? Why the shadows? Is she coming, my life, my fate. . ? It is her shadow which the passion-Bowers bind. P. C., 127 42 Ye Sarum Booke THE PERFECT CRIME JACK LEANED back in his chair, well satisfied with himself. He had just finished reading about what the newspapers were calling an apparently perfect crime. Jack knew all about it. In fact, he knew about it even before the news- papers or police did, for he had committed it. He could remember all of the rather nightmarish happenings of the preceding evening as if they had all happened but a minute ago .... He had come up the walk and had sneaked across the lawn to stare unseen into the house. The shades had been drawn but not so tightly that it was impossible to see through into the room. Jack could see that there was another person, a woman, in the room. As he turned, the light came full upon her face and he recognized the old man's daughter. She came out suddenly and Jack hastily concealed himself behind some shrubbery. As she walked away in the direction of the village, Jack again thought how fortunate it was that Mr. Robbins did not live right in the town but was located about a half-mile away. Quietly he sneaked up the steps and tried the door. It was unlocked and silently gave inward as he pushed it. He stepped inside and, as quietly as before, closed it. Then he walked into the room where the old man was. It was rather nicely furnished as a bachelor's apartment ought to be and con- tained the usual radio, chairs and settee. In one corner was a desk at which Mr. Robbins was seated in the act of writing a letter. The latter looked up, rather startled, as Jack entered. Why, jack,f'l he said, do come in. I was so busy that I guess I didn't hear you knock. It's been quite a while since I've seen you. If I recall it correctly, the last time was the day of your discharge at the bank, wasn't it? jack was somewhat taken aback by the man's attitude. He had expected him to be all wrought up about the sudden entry, but he recovered his wits enough to nod in the affirmative. Well, Jack, I'm certainly glad to see you and I hope you're not holding my part in your losing your job against me. For, you see, it wasn't a personal matter at all, but several com- plaints had come in about your errors and I was forced to do it. Mr. Robbins, that's why I'm here. It's been a month since I lost my job and it's been a month since I've had a job of any sort. All the reserve funds which I had saved for a rainy day are gone-completely spent. Every place where I apply Ye Sarum Booke 43 for a job they say that they can't see Ht to hire a man who has been fired for inaccuracy. They even say this when I apply for menial work. They insinuate that I'm a crook and they don't want my kind around. Jack, I can't see that I am responsible for your mistakes but I do want you to understand that if I can help you, I will. Just as I said before, it wasn't a personal matter to me when you were fired, but my job. Mr. Robbins, maybe it wasn't personal between you and me then, but it is now. I know that it wouldn't do any good to ask for my job backg as for your offer of money-well, it's all line and dandy for you to talk now that I have you cornered, but how do I know that you'll keep your promise once you are free. And, anyways, that's not what I came for. Nothing doing! I came here for revenge and I fully intend to get it. With this Jack pulled out a blue Colt and trained it upon the forehead of the banker. The banker's forehead was now covered with cold, clammy sweat and he could almost see the skeleton of death bearing down on him with his scythe. He knew that Jack had worked him- self up into this rage and he saw that the only way in which there might even be a possibility of escaping death lay in talking him out of it. But effective words just would not come. His mouth was caught in a sort of paralysis and his tongue lay on the bottom like a lump of lead. Jack was now leering at him and drawing a bead on a point in the very center of the elder man's forehead. Mr. Robbins half rose as if to ward off the shot but the roar of the automatic cut off all action and he pitched over backwards. His limp arms swept the letter which he had been writing and several other' papers off the desk and onto the floor. Jack regarded with morbid fascination the body of one who, so short a time ago, had been a living person. Then suddenly he strode around the, desk to see if there were anything that might possibly im- plicate him. He picked up the letter but as he picked it up he thought it was nothing but a rather rambling letter to his sister and contained nothing of importance. The same way with all the rest of the papers. He turned, snapped off the light and went out, closing the door securely behind him .... But that was last night and this was today. With that curious feeling which draws criminals back to the scene of their crimes he decided to drop around and see how things were progressing. 44 Ye Sarum Booke He just wanted to be sure that nothing had been found to in- criminate him. if Il if Ill wk Around the house where the crime had been perpetrated Jack found a motely crowd of curious people milling about. Nobody seemed to know anything other than the fact that a murder had been committed and the only person known to be connected with the case was Mr. Robbins, the deceased. Jack soon left and on his way home picked up a couple of newspapers to read more details of the shooting. He had been home but a quarter of an hour or so when the doorbell rang. He opened the door and was somewhat startled to see a policeman standing without. Are you Jack Withers? queried the oflicer. Why, yes, replied Jack with growing apprehension, akin to sheer panic, is there anything I can do for you? The chief wants to see you down at headquarters. Noth- ing to worry about. just a little bit of routine questioning. At headquarters, the chief nodded pleasantly as Jack was ushered in and motioned him to a seat. Mr. Withers, he began, I understand that you were a teller in the bank of which Mr. Robbins was the president and that a month or so ago you were fired. Is that correct? Jack nodded and replied that it was. The chief seemed to have something up his sleeve and it rather worried Jack. Are you sure that this didn't have something to do with Mr. Robbins' death? Why, I don't know what you are talking about, is what Jack replied but what he was really thinking was, I wish the old fool would quit talking in circles and come to the point. He became more and more apprehensive as the chief looked up and gazed at him quizzically. Suddenly the chief stood up and, pointing his finger ac- cusingly at Jack, charged, Let's not go on with this farce any longer. Withers, you're lying! We know that for a fact. Here-look at this. This was the letter passed up by Jack as unimportant. In the center of the second page the writing came to a halt and it was the last line which captured Iack's attention. It read: That young Withers chap, whom you undoubtedly remember as the person I fired from the bank a month or so ago, has just come in. I shall finish the letter as soon as he goes. A G. M., '39 Ye Sarum Booke BY THE RIVER DOWN to the river you went with me, Across the streams along the lea We went together hand in hand Upon the green to the golden sand. We lay there in the noon-day sun Watching the merry river run .... And as it Howed down to the sea, It shared its happiness with me. We lay by the silvery field of blue Watching the summer bring buds anew, And saw the restless lowing herd .... But to each other we spoke no word. And when the sinking sun had set, Cool evening's breezes softly blew Over the place that we once knew .... Upon the ripples that once were blue .... Those happy days are gone, and yet, They leave a mark I shan't forget. R. L. o., '37 46 Ye Sarum Booke TWO HORSEMEN ACROSS the vast expanse of desert comes a lone horseman. Slowly the beast plods into the sung the burning sun which transforms the desert into a huge griddle, on which all life perishes. The man and horse seem silently to defy the desert by their very life. They seem to have had a hard struggle. The horse was once a brown and white pinto pony, but layers of dust have made him a solid brown. His drab color suits his spirit, for he has lost all the vigor and nervousness of the usual Western mount. He no longer shies unexpectedly at the oc- casional lizards or horned toads, but with his head nodding like a sleepy child walks wearily on. The pinto's rider is as motionless as the desert's breeze. He sits with his body as straight as a ramrod, but with apparent lack of effort. His body is in precisely the same position as when he set out several days ago. His tanned face is shaded by his broad-brimmed hat, it is a young face, not handsome, but conveying an impression of strength. Despite the dust and the three-days' beard which cover his face, the rider seems to be a clean, fair youth. His tightly drawn mouth and granite jaw give a sense of determination that contrasts strangely with the indescribable lack of fear and anxiety in the tired eyes. Suddenly the rider's expression changesg he squints his eyes and studies the horizon. The suspicion of a faint smile plays about his tired lips. Far off in the distance the rider had sighted the drab buildings that mark the outskirts of a desert town. He blinks his eyes and looks again, to make sure the glimmering vision is not a mirage, and is satisiied. Leaning forward in his saddle the rider pats his mount's neck and murmurs softly We've won, old boy, we've won. Sl! if Il! ll! W In the center of the ring, five horses stand expectantly. All five are magnificent beasts, but one is prominent among all the others. He is a superb black hunter, fully fifteen hands high. His coat, groomed to a burnished satin color, matches the dull gleam of his rider's black boots. His tail, long and shimmering, is as carefully combed as any woman's tresses. His powerful neck arched, the black holds his proud head high, his ears pricked forward and his eyes defiantly darting over the scene. Occasionally he paws the ground as if impatient to be off at a gallop over the green fenced fields in the distance. He seems to feel the eyes of the crowd upon him, as indeed they are, Ye Serum Booke 47 for everyone in the crowd from the well-dressed man and woman in their tweeds and loud checks, down to the darkey stable boys in their old overalls, are admiring the splendid beast. The black's rider is a slender well-built youngish fellow. He sits very straight in his saddle and holds his gloved hands well. He looks confident in his brightly-polished boots, whip- cord breeches, and smart sport coat. But though he appears confident his eyes are continually roving over to the stand where the judges are grouped in earnest consultation. As he glances over at them for the fourth time, the expression on his face alters. The judge, the florid-faced one with the paunch, ap- proaches and fpins a blue ribbon to the black's bridle. The roar of applause rom the spectators shows their approval of the judges' choice. Leaning forward in his saddle the rider pats his mount's neck and murmurs softly We've won, old boy, we've won. D. A. H., '37 Ye Sarum Book: DEVIL'S SONG I WISH that all the summer stars Would hover near the earth, So all the world in the blue lagoon Could see the Devil's birth. At they bottom of the murky pool Satan hangs on his mistress' neck. He points at the moon with his awful hand, And his gay paramour will deck His thighs with garlands of twisted weeds, With moss and the slime from the trees, And the refuse of the crimson lish, And the dregs of the sand of the seas. When the rosy dawn comes stealing over The high tor, when the bright sunrise Gilds the ripples on the dark lagoon, The Devil and his woman hide their eyes. They blush in the brilliance and heat of noo And their soft skins turn to a ghostly blue, Until the kobolds of the late afternoon Spring from the nasturtiums and the dew. To warn them that the dusk has come, And that the stars will soon be peeping, That the moon is screaming for rebirth, And that the shadows are creeping. Then fast descend the summer stars To kiss the tendrils of the earth, So all the world in the blue lagoon Can see the Devil's birth. ns P. C., '37 Ye Sarum Book: 49 THE STEWARTS OF DEWEYVILLE JOHN and Charles Stewart were two farmers who lived on the field that covers the hill outside of Deweyville. They had a small farm, not raising cattle or vegetables as their neighbors did, but strawberries. It was Charles who had thought of the productg he was the original, the tall, the quick-tempered brother, John was the unthinking, hard working, steadily enthusiastic one. The soil had turned out to be suitable for the growth of their berries. The community was ideal, too. There were farms chiefly of fruit trees and dairy products and vegetables in the neighbor- hood of Deweyville. The town folk themselves had never thought that strawberries could be anything but a luxury to them. When Charles got the idea that he might make his money from this berry no one seems to know. But to him must go the credit for the scheme. However, the real work and the up-keep of the business was entirely John's responsibility. There was success on that cleared, smooth, green hill that had once been merely a field of alfalfa, extremely difficult to cut. The sun was always shining on part of the hill, when there was any sun at all. Berries could be grown all over the dome. John and Charles certainly had made the most of their oppor- fllhlf . They had received the land as part of an inheritance from an uncle, a racing-horse owner that had put Deweyville on the map. But the horses had suffered neglect in Mr. Stewart's old age. They had not won a great number of races, gradually the stables degenerated. Old Stewart died before his stub- born confidence could be shaken by the realization that his stable was no longer a famous center for the breeding of horses. But John and Charles realized that no longer should the family attempt to make a profit in horses. Instead, they gambl- ed in something that they might have control over. They planted their section of the land with strawberries, the spring after Uncle David- King David --had died. Their success was not immediate, but after a few years the plants became hardy and the hilltop became an interesting spot for all the people of the countryside. They liked the welcome that Charles and John gave them and the familiarity with which the two men talked with them about the problems of their business. The whole question of whether strawberries would grow in the Deweyville area was thrashed out in every home. Every son 50 Ye Serum Booke spoke to his father about the possibility of trying the same thing. The boys knew there were berries on the hill. They had seen them from Shaw's place, down by the creek where it made a bend in it to the river in order to continue its downward flow around the hill. But oddly enough there were no boys that stole their way through the fence to climb the hill to taste the tempting fruit. Charles and John, simple and country-like as they were, had realized that a good deal of their success would be de- termined by the method with which the local farmers should accept the nephews of the former benefactor of the neighbor- hood. King David had talked his affairs about his horses over with his friends who thrived on the land surrounding his large estate. When the land was divided, many thought that the good will of the Stewart's would vanish because new mem- bers of the family would surely arrive to try to squeeze the good from the land. But Charles and John had moved from a farm in upper New York State. They had been there all their lives, living as gentlemen farmers with their father. They had learned to love the land, and the sight of the land that was a potential ground for a new product was good news to them. Their first crop was their good will crop. After picking a few hundred baskets to whet the appetite of Deweyville and to satisfy the demands of their own families, they opened the whole hillside to the farmers-their Uncle's friends and their own friends. The whole country-side turned out, half sceptically, half curiously. It was a sweaty, country-clad crowd that waited by the storage shack. Charles and john finished their prepara- tions for the welcome. They came from behind the only building on the hillside to welcome the folk. They were clothed as their friends. Charles' first words were the utter- ance of a thankfulness that so many kind people would come up to help him eat up the first of his strawberry crop. Parents and children alike were amazed that they were given the privilege of coming in the fields and eating berries that they pick- ed themselves. They had hoped that they might perhaps re- ceive a basket for each family to taste for themselves the berries that few of them could afford. On this day John and Charles placed their business on a stable basis. The farmers of Deweyville were their ardent Ye Sarum Book: 51 supporters, the laughing, awkardly thankful group that straggled out of the gate as darkness fell-not quite sure that they had gotten all the berries, but sure that they were happy and satisfied and that John and Charles were really Stewarts. Charles and John certainly made no mistake in alotting the first year's crop to their neighbors. In the years of their business it was their practice to have the same party every year at the end of the season. There were still ripe berries in the plants, but they were too ripe to pack for sale. They were no doubt more valuable than the ones fit for marker. 7' M- -4-, 37 52 Ye Sarum Booke CLASS OF 1937 QA SAGAD Form II THE FALL of 1932 was the date which saw the new second form consisting of seven enthusiasm-filled youths. They were the original members of the present sixth form. Tyler, Ely, Arms, Scut, Lyman, Ross and Harris were their names. It seemed that the year consisted less of doing excellent work than of letting off steam. There was a constant Hux- in time not spent in study hall or classes-between rooms and much wrestling seemed the order of the day. Enthusiastic shouting, too, rang around the welkin and, ofttimes, he who shouted loudest was unfortunate. He paid the penalty-a cruel off-dorm, which exiled him forever. The dormitory learned however a, little of behaving oneself under the able tutelage of Mr. Myers, who then was in charge of the floor. The year passed quickly unmarked by any great excitement. The outstanding event of the year, of course, was football. Most of the members of the form played on the midget squad, where Indian Mountain and other similar schools were met and sometimes defeated in mortal combat. Ely and Scut were the stars of the season. Scut added still further glory to his name in the junior track meet. He did exceptionally well in the broad jump. Ely placed second in the senior pole-vault, no mean achievement for a second former. Then came vacation. Form III The summer vacation flitted by as vacations do and the form returned. This year they were minus Scut but re-enforced by Saybolt, Schall, Henry and Mudge. Schall caused great glee among the form because of his evident love for Darien and the way he pointed at things. Lyman was the form pirate. He took great delight in imitating Al Capone or Capt. Kidd and in his enthusiasm acted most convincingly. His sham battles were realistic. Harris and Arms soon began a now famous habit of theirs-that of instigating -and caused many mirth- ful things to take place. Joy filled our hearts most of the time, much to the dismay of Gus Miller, our dorm-master. He had his hands full but seemed to flourish under it. Then, Tyler having won the prize for scholarship that year, vacation rolled around again. Ye Sarum Booke 53 Form IV We enjoyed our vacation but it was too short. School opened again about the middle of September. It was with satisfaction that most of the class returned-full-fledged old boys. Henry, Ross and Lyman did not return, however. Carpenter came that year and so did Owen. Carpenter will go down forever as the boy who cut the loop in his lamp cord. It was the laugh of the school for simply hours afterwards. In fact Carp caused a bit of a stir. That was the year that Owen took the prizes. He was the head of his class in marks and blind- ly worshipped by some for his prowess. Ely and Saybolt represented the form in football and Ely was elected co- captain with john Arms. In track Ely distinguished himself by breaking the pole vault record for the second year in a row. Then too, Saybolt was the leader in the track events, cleaning up everything and tying the school record for the loo yard dash. Mudge won the tennis tournament, too. And this year had been conspicuous. Form V This was a year! All came back and proved that they were members of the upper school. Now the village was in bounds whenever one of them had free time. Such a privelege as this was one certainly worth coming to school for. There came in addition to the regular class, Porter Cole, John Herman, Johan Andersen and David Highman. Carpenter earned the reputa- tion of being a wheezer. His highly grizily laugh pleased Highman so much that it annoyed Carp. Harris instigated in high style that year-he was an able assistant to Arms. Any- one who was the object of their jokery had a great deal of fun. So did everyone else. It was an enjoyable year, however. Under the inspiration of Mr. Quaile the form-which, save one man, made up the team-went to town. That season was com- pleted with the loss of only one game. The first house party of many years was held in the winter term. It is said that Carpenter again notched a notch in Fame's black shield when he tapped one of the pillars in the dining room and asked, May I cut in ? Easter vacation was followed by two full weeks of telling and retelling Bermuda stories. At last that died out and vacation was no longer a sad memory. It was a hope which grew brighter day by day. The pole vaulting saw Ely almost break his record again. Track saw Owen easily winning and the heavens rang when school closed. 54 Ye Sarum Booke Form VI A dignified and grave group of serious young students re- turned in the fall of 1936. This was the sixth form, conscious of its place in the school and full of pride. A tendency like this always has its inevitable result. Soon the form defiated and got to work, like dogs they worked. For college boards hovered in the oiiing. Those dread Harpies of the prep school student were moving nigh and we hoped to pan them. McKay became a member of the form this year. The most of us played football, and all went to the game at New Haven. Ed Green- baum, a newcomer this year, played an excellent game at end and got his letter. Then came the house party. It was quite successful, a goodly number of females being there. Henry Arms entertained all the Baccantes at Ye Pourple Pigge, his cabin, Sunday for lunch. That was indeed a pleasure! The baseball season was not too successful, but the form was well represented. Owen caught and caught well. His peg to second was hot. His patter, too, was good. MacKay, as he shouted frothingly around the dormitory, earned the name of mad monk. He is said not to be Ras- putin. Then Herman has become known as Greg to some, Gueezay to others. The latter is Italian for Greg and much more exotic, don't you think? The form is enjoying life and hopes to be in college some- where next year. That is its own serious thought. Although it may dance and frenzy about its heart is really in the right lace. - P It takes a heap o' livin' to make a house a home. But since the Sixth Form has lived here so long it counts Sarum as almost home. Ye Sarum Book: Dudley Sherburne Tyler Dud Colorado Springs, Colorado Five years, Vlfilliams, Head Prefect, Taconic, Honor Roll '34, '35, '36, '37, Football Team '35, '36, Baseball Team '36, '37, Club Track '36, '37, Club Touchball '33, '34, '35, '36, Club Basketball '35, '36, Club Hockey '33, '34, '35, Club Skiing '35, Editor Ye Scrum Bonke '35, '36, Chapel Server '33, '34, '35, '36, Quartet '35, '36, Dramatic Club '35, '36 '37, Winner Public Speaking Contest '37, Athletic Com- mittee '36, 56 Ye Sarum Booke Henry Noyes Arms Hank Fairfield, Conn. Six years, VVesleyan, Prefect, Taconic, Football Squad '35, '36, Baseball Squad '37, Track '34, Club Crew '35, '36, '37, Light Crew '34, May Crew '34, Club Touchball '31, '32, '35, '36, Club Soccer '33, '34, Club Basketball '36, Club Skiing '35, '36, Captain '37, Chapel Usher '36, Dramatic Club '35, '36, '37, Shooting Club '36. Johan Marinius Andersen NJanYY Brookline, Mass. Two years, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Prefect, Taconic, Foot- ball Team '35, Baseball Squad '36, Club Crew '37, May Crew '37, Club Track, '36, '37, Club Touchball '35, Club Skiing '36, Associate Editor Ye Samm Booke '35, Business Manager '36, Public Speaking Contest CHonor- able Mention, '37, Shooting Club Secretary '36, Club Swimming '36. Ye Sarum Booke 5, Porter delilye Colc- George Mountain Lake, New jersey Two years, llarvarcl, Berkshire, Foot- ball team '35, '36, Club Crew '36, '37, May Crew '37, Club Track '36, '37, Club Touehball '35, '36, Club Hockey '35, Club Skiing '36, Associate Editor Ye Sarum Bnvkv '36, Quartet '36, Dramatic Club '36, '37, Public Speak- ing Contest '37, Club Swimming '36, '37. Clausen Ely l2lley Searsclale. New York Five years, Williams, Prefeet, President Taconie, Football Team '32, '33, '34, C0-Captain '35, Captain '36, Baseball Team '33, '34, '35, '36, Captain '37, Club Track '32, '33, '34, Captain '35 '36, '37, Club Touchball '32, '33, Captain '34, '35, Captain '36, Club Basketball '34, '35, Captain '36, '37, Club Hockey '33, '34, Captain '35, '36 Club Skiing '34, '35, '36, Club Tennis '36 Ccloubles teaml, Public Speaking Contest '37, Athletic' Committee '35. '36, Danee Committee '36, Shooting Club Presimlent '36, Club Swimming '36, '37. 58 David Ainsey Ilighman HBlighY1 Holliston, Mass. Two years, VVilliams, Prefect, Berk- shire, Football Squad '35, Football Team '36, Club Crew '36, '37, May Crew '37, Club Touchball '35, '36, Club Basketball '36, '37, Club Skiing '36, Chapel Usher '36, Cheer Leader '35, Shooting Club '36. Ye Serum Booker John Crull Herman, III Gregory Greenwood , Dauphin R. D., Pa. Two years, Yale, Berkshire President '35, Football team '35, '36, Baseball Team '36, '37, Club Track '36, '37, Club Touchball '35, '36, Club Basket- ball '36, Captain '37, Quartet '36, Dramatic Club '37, Shooting Club '36, Club Swimming '36, '37, 'Qi Ye Sarmn Books SQ llzuid Sinnoll Mau-kay Hxlilid' Stznnforcl, Conn. Iwo yr-urs, Ynlc, 'l'zu'onic, lfootlmll und '35, lfootbnll Tcznn '30, Hase- bill 'll-:nn '36, '37, Club Trnck '36, 37, Club 'l'onCl1bnll '35, '36, Club skctlmnll '37. Alden Arthur Mudge, Jr. nllugn Afton, New York Four yours, Yule, Prcfcct, Berkshire, Honor Roll '34, '35, Football Tezun '35, '36, Club Crew '36, Light Crew '35, Club Touchbull '35, '36, Club Soccer '33, '34, Club Tennis Captain '35, '36, Senior Champion '35, Doubles Team '35, '36, '37, Lilmrzirizni '36. Ye .Sarum Books' Robert Latham' Owen, III George - New York City Three Years, Yale, Berkshire President '36, Honor Roll '35, '36, Football Team '35, '36, Baseball Squad '35, Baseball Team '36, '37, Club Track Captain '36, '37, Club Touchball '34, '35, '36, Club Basketball '35, '36, '37, Associate Editor Ye Sarum Booke '36, Chapel Server '35, '36, Shooting Club Treasurer '36, THE BASEBALL TEAM 1- r',............- ---'nu' S i ' if nv- A L fl- 5 'glivvawlsasurn-snags THE SCHOOL THE MASTERS M-1 M!!!- THE PREFECTS YE SARUM BOOKE BOARD Ye Serum Booke Chino. Clipper' , RcLspuTin W' i Flq Cofcher AIP!-Xmericun Allah , 1 Bobbq Jonesw 68 Ye Samm Books Joni Sick Bon VivcmT BCLHQQQ AT11heisT ' , DicTciTor 1 F J NOTES AND NEWS April 25-Sunday evening after-supper soft ball officially .started with Hank Arms as accepted referee. That's the old eye, ump. May 4-The day was a holiday. Some went to New York to see a ball game with Mr. Myers and Mr. Tom Stearns, others -climbed Bear Mountain in company with Mr. Hutton, Mr. Monroe Stearns took several to New Haven, and some preferred to remain around school and loaf away the time. The group in Mr. Tom Stearns' car were unfortunately unable to reach the game due to engine trouble, a fact which worried Mr. Myers when the others failed to show up in New York and no doubt irked those in the car. May 5-The station-wagon objected strenuously to going to Berkshire with the baseball team and didn't hesitate in the least to express the state of its feelings. Evidently it believes in unionized labor, too. May 9-In the morning everyone walked down to Salis- bury to attend the service at St. John's church. In the evening Mr. Myers ran off the movies of the school -entitled Thirty Years After , taken several years ago. May I3-'Mf. Shapiro visited the school to take the sixth form pictures and the group pictures of the school and various teams. In spite of a drizzling rain which persisted all after- noon, the pictures were taken, with the only inconvenience being a general soaking. May I 5-Mr. Cutting kindly offered to entertain the school with movies which portrayed the development of aviation since the time when Orville and Wilbur Wright first made their then un-heard of flight. May I6-For all those intending to go to the Greek play Iplzigenia in Tauri: on the following week at The Bennett School, Mr. Quaile gave a lecture on the plot of the play and various interesting technicalities in it which could only be . ,. 70 YZ samm Bam appreciated when, properly 'explained in advance. As a con- clusion to his talk, he showed a series of pictures of ancient theatres as the exist today. After the liicture Mr. Myers gathered the Physics class around the magic lantern used to project the pictures upon the screen and explained the principle on which it worked. W May I7-'The lirst real thunder storm of the year caxnebup the valley in time to interrupt a much needed practice of the baseball team. May 18-Van Kirk adopted two baby squirrels whohave sincelproven great drawing cards due to. the unconcerned way in which they climb all over people and get lost in out-of-the way pockets. May Q2-j-After the baseball game everyone retired to the reception to sipgMiss Harris' excellent punch and to dance with the girls from the Barrington School who had graciously consented to coming for the afternoon and evening. Towards the end of the dance morelattention wasapaid to the drummer than to the dancing, and festivities suddenly came to angend with, a rather spirited solo on those savagely primeval instru- ments, the drums. Those girls present with their escorts were: Miss Harriet Marling Henry Arms V Miss Pyrma .Darrah Iohan Andersen Miss Susan Keith. Fredvcapen Miss Maijgaretflfowar Bob pole.. , ' Miss Helen Bangs Howells coma Miss Jane Otterson Clausen Ely Miss Joanne Wallace john Herman- I Miss Elvina LeBus Dave Highman Miss Eleanor Miles Dave Mackay Miss Frances Hogan Bob.Owen. Miss Ioanwl-lerron Qudley Tyler R Miss Margaret jobson A y 1 john Van Kirk dance committee ,should bexcornplirnented on their very successful endeavor, and Miss Hairis should Be thanked for at very delicious buffet supper and that punch. U, A Maylzg-In the morning Bishop budlong of Connecticut confirmed Dan Riker andpeeofgey White. The Basiipp took as the text for his address the necessity to see toitlthat our brakes are fit and that we can say no and stick by what we have said. .. A, ., -D Ye Sarum Book: 71 In the afternoont members g' tihefourth, fifth, and sixth forms drove over to Millbrook, ew York to witness the pre- sentation of Iphigenia in Tauri.: of Euripides, given by the Bennett School arid The Bennett Junior College: Due to rain the play was held indoors. Especially interesting was the ex- pression ofthe mood of,the play by the actions and words 'of the chorus. This was' the first tinie in several years that-the school had gone, and the jjefforinance was intensely interesting to all who had never witnessed arlythirig ol' the sort and also to those well acquainted with Greelf drama. May 24-No doubt influenced by the strong tendency of the inodern art world to bend toward Surrealism, John Herman! has prepared a very interestingexhibit of his own, and on request would gladly furriish the necessary information to the attain4 rhent of the perfect Siii'reaIis'tic e ect. U MMay M24-After lunch Mr. Beckwith of the Connecticut State Highway Coirlxnissionw gave a lecture on the necessity of safe-driving. After the lecture he sliowed two motion picruresg The Hit and Run Driver ans of a series of M.G.M. shorts proving that!f'Crime does. not payf: and We Driver: ayshortpicture put ou?-'by General Motors Corporation to tliflferentiate between the rig f asa the wrong sf immobile arising. ALUMNI NOTES We are pleased to extend congratulations on behalf of the school to Mr. and Mrs. William Bull Church, for the birth of a daughter, Barbara Howell, March I. Mr. Church who is now at the Milwaukee Country Day-School was formerly a master at Sarum. From the Herald Tribune of the sixth of May we have learn- ed the sad news that William A. Boring, a very famous architect, has died. Mr. Boring was the architect who designed the main buildingg he also designed the main building at Tome School and there is a distinct resemblance between the two. We regret deeply to hear of the unfortunate and untimely death of Elisha Garreston CGarryj Flinn '27 on April 27 due to severe burns contracted in an explosion. William Suba, '34-'3 5, stopped over night at the school on May I 5 while on his way to the boat races at Cambridge. He is a member of the sophomore class at Syracuse University. On the same day William Swan, '27-'29, of Elmira was a visitor. He is at present secretary of Swan 81 Sons-Morse Co., Inc., insurance brokers, and was headed for Hartford where he intends to spend a month at a training school run by the Travel- ers' Insurance Co. May 17th's Herald Tribune brought forth the announce- ment of the engagement of Miss Lucille Burnham Sargeant to George L. de Peyster, '29, Of the class of '3 5 W. H. Chatlield has been studying art in New York City and C. Peck is working for Sperry Products company in Brooklyn. On May I6 Carl Schultz of the class of '14, father of one of the boys, was a visitor. May 22 Benjamin Holderness won the mile run for Yale in their meet with Harvard. Ye Sarum Book: 73 On May 22 james Gerard and Van Zandt Schreiber were visitors at Sarum. Over the weekend of May 29.-24 the following people visited the school: Henry Dumbell, '20-'23, and fatherg Mr. Tew, the father of two former Salisburians, John '34 and James '3Ig Henderson Mathews ,I9 and wifeg Albert Ris '28g George de Peyster 'zgg and Miller Wheeler '32 stopped for a very few moments only. ATHLETICS BASEBALL Whether our games lost can be attributed to the weather is a question. In case the weather cannot be blamed we must realize that the point of a ball game is not so much in the winning as in the enjoying. For the representative scores of the games it seems to me that we have had greater results from our pro- portional size than might have been expected. , From the coaching standpoint We could not have had better help than was given us by Mr. Myers and Mr. Tom Stearns. Mr. Myers has aided us in every way possible and continually has been willing to iron out faults and has constantly been a source of encouragement to us. Mr. Stearns was an invaluable man on the field when a snappy fielding practice was in line, a fast batting practice, or flies to be hit to the out- fielders. We give them both our sincere thanks. Clausen Ely, Captain '37 1.1-1.- MILLBROOK I3-'SALISBURY 6 The first game was played on home grounds on April 20. It was evident that our hitters had not reached their stride. Blaine of Millbrook was the outstanding hitter of the day. The box score: SALISBURY MILLBROOK I ' ab r h no a e ab r h po a e Pine, ss 3 2 2 3 1 1 Blaine, ss 5 3 3 0 1 0 R. Cole, cf 3 0 0 0 0 0 Bontecou, cf 4 1 1 3 0 0 OWEII, lf 4 0 1 2 0 0 Hayes, C 4 2 1 0 3 2 Riker, lb 1 1 0 12 0 0 Hazzard, p 4 1 0 3 3 1 Herman, p, rf 4 0 0 1 0 0 Parton, lf 4 1 1 3 0 0 Ely. c 3 1 1 0 3 2 Gardiner, 1b 3 1 0 10 0 0 Smith, rf, p 3 0 0 2 6 1 Sampson, 2b 4 1 0 2 1 1 Mackay, 3b 3 1 1 0 1 4 Davis, rf 4 2 1 0 0 0 Tyler, 2b 3 1 1 1 0 1 Semler, 3b 3 1 0 0 0 0 27 6 6 21 11 9 35 13 7 21 8 4 GUNNERY 18-SAL1sBU11Y I3 The second game still found us on our home grounds, this time against Gunnery. Even though three different pitchers Ye Sarum Book: the honors for hitting. The box score: SAISISBUQUY GUNNERY B F D0 B e ab r h R. Cole. rf 5 1 2 0 0 0 Brenner, c 2 3 0 pg OPVCII. lf 3 1 2 1 0 0 Jackson, ri 4 3 1 1 Pirie. B8 5 0 0 1 0 1 Ballard, 2b 3 3 2 1 Ely. C, 3b 3 1 0 1 2 0 Smith, cf 4 3 1 2 Herman. D. rf 1 2 0 3 0 1 Griggs, lf 5 1 1 2 RUICY. lb. D 2 2 1 6 0 0 Roeenwald. so 4 0 2 0 Mackay, Sb, lf 4 3 3 1 1 2 Brush, p 2 2 O 0 Tyler, 2b 1 1 0 3 2 0 Simmons. 3b 5 1 1 2 Smith, rf, p, lb, lf 3 0 1 3 0 0 Rice, lb 1 3 0 4 Kelloil. 2b 1 1 0 1 0 0 - - - - Hoagsp t 100101 3019821 Jalcke hut for Smith 1 1 0 0 0 0 30 13 9 21 5 5 game, however. The box score: SALISBURY ab r h po a e Riker, p 5 2 2 8 2 0 Tyler, 2b 3 3 1 2 0 0 Pirie. as 5 2 0 0 0 2 Owen, c 3 4 3 1 4 0 Ely. lb 4 1 2 7 0 0 R. Cole 5 0 3 0 0 0 Mackay, lf 3 0 0 1 0 0 Kellogg. rf 2 0 0 1 0 0 Hoag. 3b 4 0 l I 3 3 '5ZE'EEI Shwer, asap Penpose, Armstrong, lb Ra lf maey, Whittleaey, 2b Spulford. c Breeden, rf Piiue, 3b Clarke. D. sa Treadway, 3b Marvin hit for Treadway 0 I M E5 0 0 0NN000u0Hp P HNHNNNNQMN 030 000 0000005 0I0 00000000005 EIO Hhhowunwhhx OIC 0N000l0HON 75 2 a H n 5 3. n fn B o B n o W5 H 'D' n B 0 o C DUI! D- W H 0 B H 27 o 2. D- 9 N O 77' m 'C H o o F' 0o0H00H000 N 5'2 25' sg? PS0 '49 '-ini' :SD- 0 p'm 22.5 ' ua 2130: D :.B'g UQ,--C5 2 U c inn-,g NH 4 M U N I-Q 905-ww 0 2 2,l Ofgglr' Snag 3 2.2 o SB' 5' ani' 53?-5 57949,- m n , 30 -'EF' we-5. B 9593, 553, one oPH00H000N mlb S8 O 3 s 0 C3 3 :': 'nn Q-1 :ang N 355 mm? 03221 3 n.2'1 0 5 n 5 W M 2 2 z O 0 E agrlz -. W o get... 'U 2'U'h 3130! ua mm mn-H 0013 23185 5203 . E C S. :JZ H had U':-a.o 5-2.5 -.q o M A 0 o w m ESE. r'E'5 12.5 gi n 5' D-UQ p The box score: MITSWEQKHE 5 '1'w mi x an-now? pn ' 9,-g,?g:':' egaaf' H1455 -o 3. R 3' uworouuuuumg-U, P Oloooooooooonc wlwooooo-ooorg NI G H NHQQQNQQDQSW H HINNCDQQNCHQWQ QUHNEQEGWXSCC m TZFEEPQQEEF n:.0- gan-co B3-an :ID gig - ylrogos Q 9':-,,.5 5U- P3-QU N USPOQG- g U' NE. V :E 'P' P' 1 2 SSI wmwmzowuuh-hmhgwu Elonnm-wmv www? el--onoo-Hooorg ro Z vloom-mo-nooogm 0000H000w0OD 0000H0H00NN0 F 0 76 Ye Sarum Bookc Bsnxsmns 8'SALISBURY 4 Our first game away was played at Berkshire. Many of their nms were scored on our errors but even so they seemed to have the better team. The box score SA Riker, p Pirie, ss Ely, lb Owen, c R. Cole, cf Mackay, lf Herman, rf HOSE. 3b Tyler, 2b Smith, 2b Kellogg, rf HHNNNhQQhbhg DIOHOOOOOOOHNHF Ei I SBURY BERKSHIRE h po a e ab r h po a 3 7 3 2 Wallace. cf 3 2 1 1 0 2 4 1 1 Faxow, ss 3 2 1 2 4 1 4 0 2 De Windt, 2b 2 2 0 1 0 1 0 1 1 Hoyoradt, lf 4 1 1 2 0 2 1 0 0 Sutphem c 1 0 1 1 1 0 0 0 0 Cooper, rf 4 0 1 2 0 0 0 0 0 Feutress, lb 1 0 0 5 0 0 0 0 1 Collins, p 2 0 0 7 0 0 0 0 0 Le Farre, 3b 1 1 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 Burheid, lf 2 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 Allen. 3b 1 0 0 0 1 10 17 5 7 26 8 5 21 6 SA1.1sBUnY 8 WO0STER 7 The box score: Riker, p Pirie, as Ely, lb Owen, c R. Cole, cf Mackay, lf Kell'-IIB. rf Hoag, 3b Tyler, 2b Smith, p 'QOOOOOQCNNM Q QHOOQOHONH0 l U. Richards, 3b Schaller, c Slason, lf, p Cain, ss Boyle, 2b Dorland. ci Von Gal, p, lb Johnson. rf Gardiner, 1b Stuart, lf SALISBURY 19-MILLBROOK I 8 Slcwbwmhmbhhgs -1 I oooo.-uw-oo-1 8 -n I o-canoe'-oo:-fs aiQNOMHbH5nwgg oooorou-on OO QI OQHNQO D000 OO M o Ei: wp-.0 4oiQ nap,- Q,,,,'D'3 H352 B790 N 'm 3 -:OnD- FC-om mourn, ETD' 5 ng.. 0 Sci as 2.0194 :sf-+5 934 HKD 0 4 W TLLQ 'J' K4 ro'-' c1259.- m,.,5:, EH - Q mga 5-T:-+'J Sn-95 :ig ufo 'EL5'-5 S52 Has? UEHUQ EIHND MNNUNNQE wlovccwhwwunna wIOHOODHQHOOVE Elwbwowwwmumgq OOOCONOOhQ0 W N 4 Q 'Ig'-I :r gl0 03 H 55 zz 'B mm 'YN QB Q80 935. f ':5- :QE 55 'NS so -or 9'5 USS gin. -cn ra .15- 52? H 2'-4 Q3 'HR Ei m0 N Ye Sarum Boolze The box score: bSALIEBURY a r po a Rlker. lb. D 5 2 3 7 1 Plrle. ll 5 4 1 3 2 Owen. c 5 2 2 0 0 R. Cole, cf 5 2 1 3 0 Ely, 3b. lb 3 3 3 0 2 Mackay. lf 4 1 1 0 0 Henman. rf. p 3 2 1 3 0 Smith. D 3 1 0 2 1 Tyler. 2b 5 2 1 3 1 38 19 13 21 7 strength. The box score: SALISBURY ab r h po a Riker. lb 4 0 1 10 0 Pirie. no 4 0 0 1 0 Ely, 3b. u 4 0 0 3 0 Owen. c 3 2 1 2 3 R. Cole, cf 3 1 1 0 0 Mackay, lf 1 2 1 1 0 Herman, 31, rf 3 2 2 3 3 Kelloii. b. rf 3 0 0 0 0 Tyler, 2b 2 1 0 0 0 Smith, rf, p 1 0 0 1 1 28 8 6 21 7 The box score: SALISBURY ab r h po a Riker,1b,p 2 1 0 6 3 Plrie.ns 3 0 0 1 0 Ely,3b.1b 3 0 0 8 1 Hex-man.p 2 0 0 2 0 Owen.c 3 0 0 0 0 R. Cole.cf 2 1 1 1 0 MaCllny.lf 3 0 2 I 0 Kellou.rf,3b 3 l 1 2 0 Tyler, 2b 2 0 0 2 2 Smith,p,rf 1 0 0 0 0 Hoag batted for Tyler 1 0 0 0 0 25 3 4 21 6 S-5' 09 9.0 5:1 :fa Hn ,T-v. mo 85 U 3: U..-. ga? mf' 5 of. 509 PLE' 5 UQ F-T' FP ff 'J' rn UQ W 5 0 2 93 ua O C -s w C 3 CT. Pi 5. COQONOOOU-HI I. OHOOOQOONI-fl I :- ua o cz -1 :n W Fl z -1 T ua :- F' I-I UI N c as -4 LJ W in DS -UUQW C'-:gym Won cx-GF' sf-+0 'ogg W o H93 mf-'qv D-f-rqq Q33 TBS B '3 -1' 2 5575, 332 5:9533 EU-'fb :K43 OHD- agp- 2:14 0763 'IFYFP 851: Bm' FP 995:- W0 eil' 'fs Sn. H3 E-. ww his-nfl 0M 0000057 N0 Blaine. as ggntecomfg m n, Hazgauril . D Parton, If Gardiner, 1b Dans, rf Dodge, 3b Shaw. c Pennell, 2b Butler, c llcfimers, cf OW. D. B! Welles, se. p Kukecium, lb Strong. rf Miller, lf Solly, 3b Kurtz. as Eastbum, c Waller, 2b Los. cf Underwood. p Poindle, rf Collins. lb Thorbum, 3b Thompson, lf 77 MILBROOK ab 1' h po 3 5 1 0 0 5 6 l 2 0 0 4 2 1 1 1 3 3 1 6 5 3 2 1 3 0 3 2 2 1 0 3 2 1 0 0 2 2 1 1 0 4 3 2 I 0 33 18 11 13 11 ROMFORD ab r h po 4 1 1 0 4 0 0 1 2 1 0 1 3 3 1 5 3 3 2 7 4 2 2 4 4 1 1 0 4 1 1 1 2 0 0 2 30 12 8 21 0000i-'OONPD 4 SOUTH KENT ab r h po a 5 1 3 1 3 2 0 0 1 0 4 1 1 1 0 4 0 0 0 0 3 1 0 10 4 3 1 0 1 0 4 1 1 7 0 4 2 1 0 2 2 0 0 0 0 31 7 0 21 9 QI-QI-CDH-Qian 5' S '11 o av U F-I 'T cn :f- l h-I U3 m c: av -4 OO 551 521: .309 . il S9-5. an-UQ v-arm UNB D-Bn Own CRES ,351 'ls 'Tm sg.. E-22 mga 8211 Sgr, fb 5-OW 255 H 2139. HSP' BO 593 FWZ .-.UQW new HBH on.S 'f' 000H00000Il on N 00000000520 78 Y e Sarum Booke CANTERBURY io-SALISBURY 4 Our last game brought a strong Canterbury team against a determined Salisbury team. Our determination did not prove equal to the occasion, however. Pirie hit the longest ball of the r-n game. The box score: ,.. EWHEEWZEWWO 53E'fl i,5?'2Si5QEi o gif.,-1,4 5 is rv 55-' 2 5-magnom MJ N'-'05 :FO-,t'bfUG' w:'Fw59-FE'-'f' ,.I UQU2'-1 g-773'-1032 !QgQ,,p:4.fPn Z-5 9, ue Q' Q F an 1 Ummm. pi, 5 W 0 Nl Av H W GCNCDICNIOCHCNIFUJPPC' Cn U1 is-loooon-on-v-or--is H H H H H H H 5 E Bloor-mo-.-.-mf-:1-E UNOOOOONOOOOOOOG El,-uzooowou-osr'gC2 M if valor-oo,-of-,-cawvg 3 ml oo.-zooomoof-rv a-1 I-I SLS.:-1 96,3-Pr-4C.,Jv-4b.JOJCAErZ xr u-.c.ao'xow-psooooror-vro:QQ UU l 00 32 552395325 ,.,urzF'4g:l5'Fn'o l'-U oj,,g'ggf,:-lo E P-nagbggp Q. - U' 3. xl I v-4 n-1 n-4 ,Q Q Q. CD 0 Sl koi:-mumurowh-Pg'E PU Own-v-totoov-nga-l . . . . . . . . v-INC v-Ov-OOOFE Eoliiiizrggilfva-.'4.:rv.'S '3'rMHM'2S 'F 'P U1 Q oo l ooomzomov-Ovid R --l --oooooooora THE SECOND TEAM The second team under the able pitching of Kellogg and Jung won three out of four games. A lot of their skill can be at- tributed to Mr. Stearns, their coach. After losing their first game, they hit their stride taking the next two with large scores and finishing with a close game. ROWING The rowing squad is comparatively small this Spring, but nevertheless the spirit has been fine and everyone is expecting a good race in June. I Ye Sarum Booke 79 mi. Since Berkshire has two members from last year and Taconic none,it was at first expected that Berkshire would have the advantage. The May Race on the twenty-fourth, was a decided victor for Taconic, with a margin of about four lengths. The goatings, which in all probability will be the same for the June Race, were as follows: Taconic 5 ' Berkshire White Stroke Highman Capen No. 3 P. Cole Heffron No. 2 Slutter Andersen Bow du Mont J. Tyler A Cox Coffin - ' TRACK THE TRACK prospects seem rather good this year with possibly a record or two in the breaking. Ely might and may very well top his own pole-vault record of I1'3 . Tyler might do something in the hurdles, and Owen will come quite close to the present high jump record of 5'Iog . The running times are a bit uncertain still but it is doubtful that the present records will be threatened. However Mackay is working on his broad jumping and Mr. Myers expects that he will get into the twenty foot bracket. The shot-putting will not be so spectacu- lar since the record is a good five or six feet beyond our present capacity. But in spite of our scarcity of record breakers, the com- petition will be keen, and nothing is better for thrills than close finishes and high enthusiasm. - TENNIS THIS SPRING opens a new tennis season at Sarum. All the boys in the school from the smallest up have taken a great interest in the development of their game, and with the im- promptu lectures on tennis given by Mr. Quaile the boys have learned the psychology and technique of both singles and doubles la . P yThe annual tournament has been played off. The winner of the Taconic Club is Dan Riker, and the victor of the Berkshire Club is Alden Mudge. They will play for the School Singles Championship. On Anniversary Day Clausen Ely will pair up with Riker, and Bob Cole with Mudge to play for the School Doubles Championship. SCHOOL DIRECTORY A HEAD PREFECT Dudley S. Tyler SENIOR PREF ECTS Johan M. Andersen Clausen Ely Henry N. Arms David A. Highman Alden A. Mudge, Ir. ATHLETIC COMMITTEE Mr. Myers Mr. Quaile Mr. Hutton Dudley S. Tyler Clausen Ely DANCE COMMITTEE Robert L. Owen III, Chairman Clausen Ely CLUB PRESIDENTS Berkshire Club Taconic Club Robert L. Owen, III Clausen Ely LIBRARIAN Alden A. Mudge, Jr. ISTAILISH ED Ill! Q A , Js.XLl1f 2'4. ppm 1 n G Kms Qwhirfga um RIBBON IVINIII COR. IOITY-IOUITH STIIII' Nlw YORK Clothes for Vacation and Summer Sport BR 5 NEW YORK: ALI. if IOITOIM NIWIUIV RAGAMONT INN Salisbury Connecficuf l Tulqrhom umiu za 22521 23.'3-31 Qtuari Cflhrairr The Home of Good Pictures LAKEVHLEWCONN. WE SPE E IN PRINTING RULING BINDING FORSCHOOLS ANDCOUjGES EXCELSIOR PRINTING COL PHONE NORTH ADAM MASS. SALISBURY BANK AND TRUST CO. LAKEVILLE, CONN. INVITATION TO SALISBURY SCHOOL BOYS WHEN IN LAKEVILLE VISIT Leverty's Pharmacy The City Drug Store in the Country The Best Store in Town - - To Buy Your Drugs, Sodas, Candy, Magazines Films and Toilet Articles Prompt Service--Developing and Printing One of the 18,000 M cKesso'n, Service Stores SALISBURY PHARMACY W. SAMUEL WI-IITBECK, Reg. 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Mail orders will e o p pt it ntion REPAIRING STORAGE GAS AND OILS DUFOUR'S GARAGE GOOD CARS FOR HIRE TEL. 77-2 LAKEVILLE, CONN Kindly Palronize Our Advertisers e In p i S 0 0 0 ON THE MISSISSIPPI THE 1937 FLOOD ...the worst in the long history of the Mississippi and Ohio Valleys.. . eclipsing even the floods of 1913 and 1927. But it was niet with courage. The same grim determination and fight- ing spirit that is already spurring the people of the valleys to build back .... greater .... stronger than ever before. You know the flood story .... the whole world knows it. How the muddy, brown waters of the rain-fed tributaries of the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers Hooded rich and fertile valleys, leaving suffering and destruction in their mad rush to the gulf. Our Sister Cities in the upper valley, the first to face the rushing flood, set the pace for courage. They saw the water come surging down .... faced it with fortitude .... and saw it pass on. A calamity of this kind .... of this magnitude .... knits the people of this great valley into a unity of spirit and purpose, bringing the traditional American trait of neighborliness to the fore today as distinctly as it was evid- enced in pioneer days .... The people of the valley stand together! And through it all, Memphis, Tennessee, .... the center of the largest trade population in the South .... was fortunate. From its nature-given position on high bluffs, it looked down from its eminence upon the angry, swirling waters as they passed. Business, industrial, and residential Memphis on the Mississippi surveyed the situation calmly under the circumstances, confident in the know- ledge that Mother Nature and man-made instruments would keep Memphis free from the Great Muddy's latest and worst threat. For this Gibraltar-like protection, the people of this city are thankful indeed. It is something to be thankful for! A new chapter is being written. 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