Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

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THE DEBATER 11 A RUSSIAN STORY JNCE upon a time a Baron was dis- cuKsing a Graff , whom he knew. What a funny man this Graff ESSS pavlof is! No matter what is told him, he will always remark, ' Why, that is possible! ' I ' ll bet you a twenty-dollar bill that I will tell Graff Pavlof such a story, he will have to say something instead of, ' That is possible! ' exclaimed Mr. Evanlof. I wish you luck, said the Baron. A few days after this conversation, Graff Pavlof received an invitation to a party. At the party, this story was related by Mr. Evanlof. One day a man set out to try his luck in the world. He became very tired riding, and, as the sun was setting and night came on, he tied his horse to a tree and went to sleep on the ground. In the morning he was awakened by the dazzle of the sun. He sat up and looked at his horse. To his great astonishment, he saw him headless! Pooh, interrupted the Graff, that ' s possible. George, the man, pinched his cheek to see if he were in a dream or not. No! Upon looking at the horse again, off came its forelegs. Why, that ' s possible, put in the Graff. ' Are my eyes deceiving me? ' cried George. Imagine his amazement v h en out dropped his tail. That ' s possible, the Graff said. From the tail George beheld a tree shoot up in the sky. Quite possible, quoth the Graff. ' Well, well, I will surely climb this tree to satisfy my curiosity. ' Accordingly he started to ascend. After landing in the sky and not finding anything to interest him, George wished to go down. But alas ! he could not find the wonderful tree. For- tune had not wholly deserted him, for he came across a rope and nail. ' Just the thing, I will drive the nail in a cloud, tie the rope to it, and descend. ' George was oh, so glad to touch ground again. He viewed the scene about him, and what do you suppose he saw! Graff Pavlof ' s father dressed in overalls, feed- ing a pen of pigs! Oh, oh,! thundered the Graff, that is positively impossible ! It is needless to add that Mr. Evanlof had twenty dollars in his pocket, the next day. ISABELLE GOLDBERG ' 19. The title of Graff in Russia is similar to a lord in England. THE HAIR DRESSER HERE came a time when my nat- ural extravagance gained the up- per hand over my economic reso- lutions, and I hastened to what some absurd person has called a hair dresser. They don ' t really dress your hair, you know. Being possessed with what novelists call a wealth of hair, I almost feared the ordeal before me. Madame Clement (what a name for her!) began quietly and gently, (I will say that for her — that ' s all) began gently. She then proceeded to smother me with lather. Three times she tried; and each time I came up gasping, but conscious. Seemingly disappointed, she commenced to pound, beat and dig me on the scalp with her cat- like claws. She pulled and yanked my tresses, until I honestly suspected she must be jealous of my wealthy hair. Her next move I will not soon forget. Waving my bedraggled locks on high, like a lassoo, she deftly wound them three times about my aching throat, bringing me up on my toes, my tongue out, and eyes bulging. Ze drying process, m ' selle, she ex- plained. Oh! I choked out— only that? I thought it was the third degree. She then piled my hair, on top of my blistered, lump-strewn scalp, into a coiffure resembling a cross beween an Egyptian pyramid and a coffee roll. Parfait magnifique! she exclaimed, stepping back in contemplation, as if she really admired the ruin she had caused. I didn ' t know a work of French; and I could have struck her for gloating so fiendishly. Being rather exhausted, how- ever, I merely took out my purse and paid her — actually paid her. Merci, mam ' selle, she said meekly. Mercy? thought I, the guillotine rather! HELEN THISTLE ' 16.

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10 THE DEBATER ENGLISH CLUB HE English Club is an organization founded by Miss Ingram for the purpose of creating interest in the study of English. All members of the Senior and Jun- ior Classes whose mark in English is A or B are eligible for membership. At our first meeting, William MacLeod was elected president, and Curtis Taggart, secretary and treasurer. Later, dues were assessed and the following committees were formed : Shakespeare Celebration — Harriet Woodman, Chairman Debater — Joseph Duggan, Chairman Debating Clubs — Eugene Sullivan, Chairman Reference Books — Curtis L. Taggart, Chairman Lend a Hand — Helen Walker, Chairman Shakespeare Gardens — Marguerite Carter, Chairman As the names imply, these committees look after various school activities, and the committee on the Shakespeare Celebra- tion committee is already busy planning for the event under its jurisdiction. It is hoped that this club will help to in- crease interest in English and to raise its standard. CURTIS L. TAGGART ' 16, Secretary. through the audience, by Senior girls, under the direction of Miss Gilmore. Those who sold candy in the afternoon were Bertha Brehaut, Elsie Grant, Florence MacMahon, Louise Sheldon, Ida Walsh and Ruth Hills- grov e. In the evening, — Dorothy Beals, Marguerite Cai-ter, Mildred Munn, Helen Thistle, Harriet Woodman, Louise Whitten and Doris Verne. DORIS VERNE ' 16. The Senior Class of the Wakefield High School Cordially Invites the Classes of 1917, 1918, 1919 to their MAY PARTY May 12 at Appleton Hall 8.00 o ' clock Dancing 50c Admission 25c ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION BENEFIT HE motion-picture drama, Hall Caine ' s Eternal City, given at the Princess Theatre by the W. H. S. Athletic Association proved very successful. Aside from its merits as a picture, it visibly in- creased the Athletic Association ' s funds. This picture was obtained through the ef- forts of faculty-manager, Mr. Sawyer. There were two performances, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening of Decem- ber eighteenth. The proceeds amounted to seventy-four dollars. Of this seventeen dollars were made from the selling of candy Coakley Wins Special Cup at Dartmouth Daniel W. Coakley of Wakefield, a senior at Dartmouth and one of the college star athletes, won the cup offered for the athlete scoring the greatest number of points in the inter-class meets, recently finished. Coakley ' s name as a winner in the various sprints and relay races has appeared in the sporting news from Dartmouth many times this winter.

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12 THE DEBATER THE THOROUGHBRED IJISS NORMA NORMANDIE, only daughter of Miles Normandie, has returned to her home from Miss Durant ' s Finishing School, and is at present busily en- gaged with plans for her Coming-out Tea to be held in a few weeks at the Somoset. Dick Reynolds, head salesman for the Troy Motor Company, eyed the above para- graph of the Society News with little or no interest, until suddenly he asked himself, Wonder how the pater would feel about giving her a Natty-Six for a coming-out present? Then he laughed, for he thought of the Normandie millions and the low for- eign cars he knew to be theirs, and he won- dered how much respect they ' d have for his car. Anyway, he soliloquized, try it. Think what it would mean to you ! Accordingly next morning it was a very alert and businesslike Dick who presented himself at the Oak Trust office and inquired for the president. In answer to the clerk ' s Did you have business with Mr. Norman- die? he replied, No, but I expect to, and handed him his card. The clerk eyed him curiously and then disappeared behind the glass door marked Private, presently re- turning to say, Mr. Normandie is at leisure and will see you. This way, please. Dick was a trifle perturbed coming so suddenly into the presence of this King of Finance, but he hadn ' t played on the ' varsity nine for nothing, so he pulled him- self together; his six feet of strong, young manhood, his frank countenance, honest eyes and smooth light hair making no dis- pleasing appearance. Mr. Normandie, he began boldly, I saw in the Post that your daughter was to come out at the Somoset in . And what business, sir, is it of yours, may I ask? Why-w-why, he faltered, then steadied himself, why it sort of dawned on me you ' d like to make her a little gift, and I ' ve just the thing, a wonderful little Troy Natty-Six roadster. She ' d be crazy about it. Any girl would. Normandie relaxed a little and smiled in his superior way. Listen, Mr. -ah-ah-? Reynolds, Dick supplied. Thank you. Listen, Mr. Reynolds, he continued, v, hat use could she possibly have for a car? We have four as it is. I know, Mr. Normandie, eagerly, but just the idea that you thought about it and took the time to pick out something for her would please her. Perhaps you ' re right, he mused, any- v ay, it won ' t hurt to look at it. Come back at three and drive me home, then we ' ll see what Norma has to say. I will, sir, and thank you, Dick smiled boyishly, for he was only twenty-two. Moses! what a fine-looking kid, said Noim.andie half aloud when he had gone. Now I don ' t want a car, but then Norma Promptly at three Dick drew up at the curb, nor did he have long to wait. In a few minutes Miles Normandie, free for a while from the cares of the financial world, came smiling down the steps. Very wisely Dick refrained from imme- diately extolling the virtues of his car, feel- ing confident all the while that Normandie could not but help realizing the superior points of the machine. The conversation drifted from one subject to another, and al- most unconsciously Dick found himself tell- ing the other man how he happened to be in the employ of the Troy Motor Company. Dick ' s story of his father ' s death just before his graduation from college only a year back, the tangled business affairs, and the immediate necessity of supporting himself, was interrupted only by the occasional and quiet shifting of gears. The older man had been a good listener, and it was with regret that Dick turned into Edgewater Drive, the most exclusive resi- dential section of Brookline where he knew the Normandie home to be situated. They swept up to the stone steps of the big Colonial house, where a slim, dark-haired girl was waiting, and almost before he knew it, Dick was being introduced to Norma Normandie. Norma, dear, said her father in way of explanation of the other ' s presence, Mr. Reynolds thinks I ought to give you a car for your com ing-out gift. Now it is a good car and if you like it you may have it. Settle it with Reynolds. Why, Daddy, it ' s a dear, a perfect dear! Exactly what I wanted. I ' ve never had one just for myself, you know. Why, I want it