Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

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THE W. H. S. DEBATER 13 THE WAY Tliroimii tlio crowded streets of the cit) ' On past the haunts of busy men, Wiierc unceasing toil knows no pity, For hearts it must crush in tiie end. Out into tlie vast silent places, Where sorrow wall s with veiled eye, And calling shapes and sweet memories Stir hearts tliat may utter no cry Tlien onward to meet new endeavor, To flglit, perciiance fall, and tlien rise Witli unfailing courage, tliat ever Ilatli beclioned man on to tlie skies. Ei.iZAiJKrii Fhanc ' ks Incjuam. THE SPRING-TIME CALL I ' olly, woman, are you tiiinkin ' .As tlie breeze drifts in tliis way. With its breath of early springtime, An its propiiecies of May, — Are j ' ou thinkin ' of the springtime In the days of long ago, Wlien tlie breeze would call us, call ns, Out to watch till ' young things grow? Do you mind the day you met me Down beside the pu tnre bars? How we found the tir t white vi ' let An ' the tiny Bethreni stars? How we wondered at their courage Just to push up through the sod ! Seems as thongh they feared for nothin ' When they felt the call of God! Arc you thinkin ' . Tolly darlin . Of the little brook that flowed, Bubblin ' and just boilin over, Down beneatli the old toll road? We fair couldn ' t keep from joinin ' In its merry, gurgliir glee: Seemed as thongh ' twas hiiinaii. I ' olly. In its joy at bein ' free. Are you thinkin ' , Polly, sweetheart, Of the cherry-blossom spray Growin ' wild, out in the wood-lot, — How we found it there one day Long ' fore orchard branches blossomed — How we stole one cluster there. And you shyly let ?iie place it In your tumljled, wind-blown hair? I ' olly, lass, ' tis long, I ' m thinkin . Since we watched the sunset fade Out beyond the hills to west ' ard. While our partiu ' we delayed; But tlie first warm breath of springtime Always makes me long to go Where the breeze would call us, call ns. Out to watch the young things grow. Ethkl Ri:i;i . L enoir ONE day years ago two men went into the north country from Fort Garry (Winnipeg) in search of the lost mine. One man was an American named Grant; the other a Frenchman named Lenoir, because of his black hair. For years they prospected fruitlessly. The season was short and only three months could they hunt for the mine. In August of tlie sixth year, they camped on tlie Tete Joune river, at the base of the Mountain of the Winds . One morning they started a moose. They both fired, but the moose kept on at his swift hinibering gallop. The men followed the trail as it led away from the liver. For seven miles they tracked the moose, till Ihe trees ended and they stood on the edge of a bluff. Forty feet below lay the Itody of the moose. Tlie strip of beach was not more than thirty feet wide, and it ran past a roaring stream. On the other side rose another bluff. The next day they came back and Lenoir lowered Grant dowai to the beacii. He cut the moose up and went to explore the cliff. He found a cave and w-ent in. Soon he came out and by iiis actions Lenoir thought he had gone mad. He danced, waved his arms and shout- ed. Lenoir slid down the rope to the beach. Grant had found the mine; at the end of a luontli they had all the gold they could carry. Two hundred pounds had been packed in the canoe. There remained but fifty pounds on tlie beacli and that was in two moose sacks. Lenoir was down below and had tied both sacks to the rope. Grant pulled tiiem up and Lenoir waited for the rope to come down. It did not come. He shouted and cursed Grant for the delay. After a half hour of watching the top of the bluff, Lenoir realized the truth. Grant bad either been taken by the Indians or run away with the gold. He went over the cliff but could not find any way of getting up. Later he found a path in the light end of the cliff and got to the top. He went to the place where he had seen Grant last and found sure signs of a fight. Grant had been taken by the Indians. He followed the trail till night and then started early in the morning. He over-took the Indians just at dusk. That night he stole into the camp and cut Grant ' s bonds and then they got their canoe and paddled all night not daring to stop. By forced marches they got to the camp before the Indians did. They sold their gold for a large fortune and spent the rest of their days keeping a hotel at Winnipeg. CrNNINGH. AI, ' 17 CtiiiLKY in II History, naming four historians of the . ngustaii age, Livy, Tacitus, Caesar and Saleratus (Sallust) .

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12 THE W. H. S. I)EHATP:R Katherine N. Whitten, Wellesley College. George H. Abercrombie, Worcester Polytechnic Inst. Mary Bridge, Salem Normal. Raymond G, Brown, Mass. Inst, of Technology. Theodore F. Cram, N. H. State College. Edward S. DufflU, Mass. Agricultural College. C. Wesson Hawes, Mass. Inst, of Technology. Carl H. Holm berg, Mass. Inst, of Technology. Phihp W. Morrison, Jr., R. I. State College. Lillian M. Oram, Salem Normal. Jessie L. Pease, Waltham Training School for Nurses. Russell B. Perkins, Dartmouth College. Helen Randall, Simmons College. Walter J. Wolfe, Mass. Inst, of Technology. CLASS OF 1913 Alfred E. Collinson, Philips Academy, Exeter. Nathalie Cox, Simmons College. Elsie L. Doleman, Lasell Seminary. Florence Emerson, Velle?ley College. Constantine Soteriades, Clark College. Daniel J. MacLeod, Mass. Agricultural College. Ethel M. Hickey, Mt St. Mary Seminary, Hooksett. Lillian E. Moses, Wellesley College. Alice M. Pike, Mt. Holyoke College. pjmily H. Preston, Mt. Holyoke College. George W. Killorin, Jr., Holy Cross College. Edward Hazen Walton, Norwich University. Raymond S. Wilder, Wentworth Inst., Boston. Ruth Willey, Salem Normal. Grace V. Young, Waltham Training School for Nurses. RAISING BUTTERFLIES Some pc(»i)l( ' liavc a li()l)l)y of saviiiij tlic arrow-head, Wliilo others, with less lal)or, the postage stamp, iiisteail. At some pursuit orij inal I tiiou rlit my hand to try, So befjaii, with hirge ideas, to raise the butterfly. Tlic ease was made of wire and ' twas partly filled with loan). For some worms form the chrysalis, others the eucoon. The twenty kinds of leaves kept newly fresli from day to day, Were food for twenty kinds of worms from sliy-hhie i)ink to finiy. ' I ' lie n)ilU-weed one with wicked hoiMi and siripes of ijreen and black. The species witli llic briij-lit red hcud and eye upon tlie l)ack. Tlie ones wliicli turned from ui ' een to bhic and liissed wlieii tliey were t,eas( ' d, All made a haiidsonic fam ' ly with wliich 1 was n ucli pleased. I fed them all Mie sunnner f hrouiih, until bright aiitnn)n canic. Six butterflies rewarded nie l)ut I ' ll conceal each niiuie. The rest tliey disappeai ' ed from view, for toward the soil they steered. Alas, alack, when sprinij next came, not one of Iheni appeared. iMii.i i!i;i) MKi.i.irrr, K. THE DEACON ' S REVENGE The boys had made a raid again, They ' d robbed him of his pears. The Deacon had not said a word — The Deacon never swears. But Just the same lie made a vow. He vowed he d catch those boys, And teach them not to steal his pears Which were his only joys. That niglit he took a mammoth club And climbed up in the tree. The night was dark, the clouds were thick, And he could hardly see. He waited there rpiite patiently For half an hour or more. Till sleep completely coiniuered him. And he began to snore. And then dark forms crept softly up Toward the guarded fruit: They heard the Deacon ' s awful snore And saw his hanging boot. Now after they had got some i)e!irs. They thought tliey ' d play a jtrank. And so they seized the Deacon ' s boot And gave it ((uite a yank. The Deacon woke u|) with a yell And tumbh ' d from his perch. The l)oys then ([uickly disappeared Beyond a near-by churcli. The Deacon ' s veil had roused his dog. .Vnd now, with anger deep. He rushed into the yard and sei .i-d The breaker of his sleep. The Deacou fried to calm the dog, Hut this could not be done; So then he tried to choke the brute. , nd this increased tlie fun. ' I ' liey pnlU d and hauled and choked and bit, The hair and clothing flew, The Deacon prayed and yelled and prayed, But nothing seemed to do. ; t last the Deacon broke away . nd rushed into his house. The clothing left upon his back Would scarcely clotlu ' a mouse. And this is how tlu ' Deacon got Heveiige for all his wrongs. And now the boys all smile and wink And mock him in their songs. F.Aiti i: Sii- i!i . 11.

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It THE W. H. S. DKBATKR DEBATER STAFF Editor-in-Cbief . Assistant Editors Business Manager Asst. Business Mgrs. Exchange Editor Chief Reporter Asst. Reporters Athletic Editor Staff Artist EARLE R. STEWART fHILDlTR L. CARLSON ( ANNA. G. BARNES J-HERIHA M. MAcINrOSH I RUTH VV. BOA RDM AN LUKAN E. WALDRON MANSON M. DILLAVVAY ROBERT T. PHIPPS WILLIAM H. DOUCE r MILLARD W. THRESHER MARGARET E. O ' CONNOR .CLARENCE H. FAY ARTHUR W COLLINSON, ' 15 DOROTHY H. BEALS, ' 16 WILLIAM R. HASKELL, ' 17 STANLEY E. COLLINSON ALVIN W. GORDON ?Etiitanal0 Something the Spectator failed to see was a record of tardiness and absence kept by Mr. Howe. All good things usually come out however. It must be a line thing to look back on a record of perfect attendance, or a perfect record for punctuality. Several remarkable stories are contained in the plain figures following. Think it over. Leon R. Home — Not absent, tardy or dismissed in High School. Not nbsent since 5th grade, tardy once in 1st year. Ruth Boardman — Not absent, tardy or dismissed in High School. Not absent since 5th grade, tardy once in 1st year. Estelle Horton — Not absent, tardy or dismissed in High School. Not absent since 4th grade. JVcccr tardy, never dismissed. Bertha Macintosh — Not absent, tardy or disn)issed in High School. Not absent since 4th grade, not tardy since 3d grade, not dismissed since ;5d grade. It is not always you meet someone who works and says nothing. How many fellows remember when a foot or more of snow was shoveled from the hockey rink ? One of the faculty went down and pushed and hauled, with soaking wet feet, until after six p. m., and hardly spoke at all. Boys, don ' t forget people who do not tell you what they ' ve done. Thanks, Mr. Preble. The following statistics regarding the membership of the class of 1914 may be of interest to our readers, especially in view of the fact so widely stated that not 7% of the children entering school fini sh High School : Four years ago 123 pupils entered. ' I his June 70 are being grnduated, or 56. ' . ' %. This is an unusually high percentage for the Wakefield High School and is far above the number graduating from city school systems. New High School Like Haverhill An article in this Dki ' .atek, deseritiing the Haverhill High School, gives a charming picture of what we should have in Wakefield. No doubt our pupils could study to better advantage in a beautifid building fitted with every convenience. Strike Thk strike in Wakefield brings the great question of Capital vs. Labor right into our midst. It is a deep question, taken either morally or financially. The claims of each side seem to be reduced to the following : Should not laborers have the right to band together to better their interests? If so, how far should they be allowed to control matters? On the other hand, what rights has the investor? A man in a small business seems to have the right of discharging an employee for any reason or no reason ; anger is sometimes sulHeient ground. Should a large business interest destroy this right? Honesty the Best Policy Don ' t smile ! You may have come to regard this as a joke, but evidence shows that it still rings true. A mem- ber of the Senior Class was tn Iking with a representative of Whitman ' s studio. Maiden. He urged her to inter- view the picture committee and make a bid for the class contract. This was the only large concern which ottered no favor to the committee. Above all matters of jirice and pictures, stood that policy ; and when the class voted for its photographer, Whitman ' s studio had all but one vote. As for satisfaction over pictures ! Even the Spect ator cannot find a dissatisfied look among the Seniors. The secret of this is found in the evident aim of Whitman ' s studio to please all comers in every way. Thk cover design was made by William Doucet of the Senior Cl.ass. There were several very creditable de- signs submitted for this issue, those of Dean Waldron and Roy Eriberg deserving special commendation. When we look at the finished cover, that is, those who have