Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

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THE DEBATER 31 RAISING FLOWERS FOR PROFIT |LTH0UGH few boys and girls will find it possible to give enough time and care to flowers, or to raise them in large enough quan- tities to make their garden very profitable, yet, with diligence, pains, and some business ability it is possible to make considerable pocket money from a small flower garden. The cultivation of flowers for the market is somewhat different from that required where flowers are merely raised for home use or ornamental purposes; and the varie- ties raised should only be those which have a ready sale, are in demand in your neigh- borhood and which can be produced easily and cheaply. A large proportion of the flowers used for cut flowers, bouquets, table decorations, funerals, etc., are of the general green- house varieties, and without a good green- house only a limited number of flowers and plants can be raised which are salable at a profit. The particular kinds which bring the best prices with the smallest outlay of time and money vary accordingly to the locality, the season, and the prevailing style. Such species as English violets, roses, lilies, smilax, holly, gladioli, pansies, glox- inias, carnations, and others may be raised fairly easily under cold-frames, in hotbeds, or indoors, and are usually in demand; while potted plants raised from seed for indoor growing, sprouted or flowering- potted bulbs, and window-boxes ready filled may generally be sold at a good price if the plants are grown from seed, and well- established in the pots. Such home-grown things are far prefer- able to greenhouse plants for cultivation in ordinary dwellings, for they are thorough- ly acclimated and accustomed to home con- ditions, and if you can convince your pro- spective customers of this fact, you will have no trouble in disposing of your stock. TIMOTHY COLLINS ' 18. THE VOLUNTEER All glory to the Volunteer With heart and ready hand. Who fights with all his might For home and native land. Mother, sister, sweetheart. Their love is on his mind, And may it ever help him, ][ The thought of those behind. And in the trenches as he stands Awaiting the enemy ' s guns, May it ever give him courage — The thought of those loving ones. Now you whose hearts are breaking. Whose friends have joined the throng, Come, dry your tears! Forget your fears! And cheerily join my song. All glory to the Volunteer As to the war he goes. He ' s left behind his friends so dear, To fight his country ' s foes. ALICE CALDWELL ' 19. We sorely need a new High School (As all of us do know) But everyone ignores us No matter how we blow. The building now is used From eight o ' clock ' till five. And talk about a busy place — It ' s just one big bee-hive. Our class rooms are so crowded, And pupils, all, are hurried, We have a double session Which makes the teachers flurried. But let us keep right at this. And in ten years, I surmise. The progressive people in our town Might give us a surprise ! ROGER CLEMONS ' 17. Freshman: — Do you take German? Senior, witheringly: — No, Freshie, I ' m neutral,

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so THE DEBATER take the stand. This room is partitioned off into several smaller rooms. In one of these rooms are several bath tubs. The v alls of the main room are lined with mirrors. Before these are several bar- ber chairs with an electric light over each. A number of clothes brushes hang behind the doors. These conveniences are for pris- oners only. Along the walls of the prison are large book-cases filled with fine books for the prisoners to read. They also have a piano, and concerts are given on special occasions. Although our visit to Charles Street Jail was interesting, we were glad to return to the sunshine again, and to reflect that we were not to remain there permanently. ETHELIND BROWN ' 18. RUSSIAN FOLKLORE Story told me by my Russian grandmother IhERE once lived a very wealthy widower, who owned a large clothing factoi-y. Every year, as provisions became dear, he used to raise his employees ' wages, fearing that they might steal if he did not do so. Soon he became seriously ill. He called his only son, Joseph, to him, and said, When I die, do just as I have done: give the workmen higher wages each year. Take good care of yourself. Two hours each day you must study; two hours go through the factory to see that everything is well; two hours you must take for outdoor exer- cise; and the rest of the time employ ad- vantageously. Joseph, after the bereavement, carried out his father ' s orders for a number of years. Some boys who lived nearby, no- ticed his fine behaviour, and wondered why he did not indulge in such pleasures as they did, so they resolved to persuade him to ac- cept their invitation to the theatre. But Joseph, remembering his father ' s last words, at first refused; but soon he was convinced, and his first evening at the thea- tre was much enjoyed. He began to make it a habit to come home at one or two o ' clock in the morning. A servant, who had worked for Joseph ' s father, noticed how the boy had changed, and asked what was the matter with him, and where he went. The boy became very angry and said he went where he pleased. The servant, on going home, told his wife about it, but she only said, Well, never mind. He pays you for working for him. Don ' t meddle with his affairs. That night, as Joseph slept, he dreamed that he was riding in his carriage, when he came to a wide river. He called to a man who was on the opposite side, and asked what that side was called. The answer was Heaven. Joseph was then rowed across the river, and was fascinated with the beautiful sights which he saw there. There were many fine buildings, beautiful gardens, and paved streets. He approached a large hotel, and entered. A woman neared him, and asked what he would like to eat, stating that she had just roasted a chicken in butter. He or- dered her to bring it to him, and as he be- gan to eat, a stranger came to him and said, Do not eat this; for it is not allowed. Joseph answered, I am very hungry; I must eat it. Well, someone here would like to see you in a hurry. Come with me, said the stranger. Joseph was taken by the arm and led to a court where lawyers were asking a man what he had accomplished on earth. He said he was very poor, and had done noth- ing good nor bad. So he was acquitted. Next Joseph was asked what he did on earth. He told how he had not executed his father ' s wish by staying out late nights and neglecting his studies. Suddenly some- one struck the table with a hammer, and Joseph awoke, but was unable to get up. To his great surprise, he found himself lame. This was God ' s punishment to him for not obeying his father. SARAH BURWEN ' 18.

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32 THE DEBATER THE EASTER SURPRISE I ONG years ago, forty miles from the island of Malta, there lived a very rich monk. His next-door neighbor was Mastro Rocco, a poor carpenter who had to work hard for his living. The monk thought of his money so often that he naturally dreamed of it. For three nights he dreamed that a man appeared to him and warned him with the following words : Father, beware, Mastro Rocco is going to inherit your fortune. As three is a m agic number the monk was greatly disturbed. The fourth day he did not wait until eve- ning, but early in the morning he called on Mastro Rocco ordering him to make a strong barrel with a screwed cover. The monk ' s object was to put all his gold and silver in the barrel, screw the cover, and wash the barrel in tar. For the monk said, If I can ' t keep my fortune, Mastro Rocco will not have it. The following day, in the morning, Mas- tro Rocco brought the finished barrel to the mouth. He called for his wife and children monk. He knew the monk would pay him well for his labor, and his children were starving. That same day the monk put his fortune in the barrel, washed it in tar, and put it in a cart. He took it to the edge of a steep precipice and let it roll in the river below. All this occurred one week before Easter. It was now Easter morning and n group of laborers were strolling along the edge of the river. Fortunately the river had over- flown. One of the number found an old bai-rel which had been washed to shore. Let us take it to Mastro Rocco, suggested one. We have no use for it while Mastro Rocco can use it in some way or another. You all know how skillful he is with his tools. A piece of wood cannot escape his sight. No time was wasted. Mastro Rocco re- ceived the barrel at forenoon. He put it under the hot sun so that the tar could dry. After dinner, when the tar had dried, Mastro Rocco was scraping the barrel when to his surprise he found that it was the very one he had made for the monk. Un- screwing the cover, he remained with open to join him in the great surprise. Now, wife, said good Mastro Rocco, we must show our kindness to the good la- borers. It is Easter, and if you can bake a pie for them, it will be just the thing. By the way, if you put a few pieces of gold in it they will appreciate it more. It was no sooner said than done. An hour after the gold had been discovered, Mastro Rocco visited the laborers and pre- sented them with the wonderful money pie. The laborers did not know that the pie con- tained money. As soon as the laborers were alone, one of them said, Brothers, what good will this pie do us. Here we are a number of us and one little piece will do us no good. Today is Easter and if we send it to the monk he will be very pleased and award us with a few quarts of peas. An agreement was settled. The monk received the pie, but the pie looked rather dark and dirty, which had been caused by the money. It was now the good monk ' s turn to think of an idea. He asked his maid if she did not think it proper to send the pie to poor Mastro Rocco, saying, Most likely Mastro Rocco and his family are starving. Easter can not be too happy for them, they will appreciate this pie. Sure enough, Mastro Rocco received the pie before Easter was over, and not only that, but he had a whole barrel of gold and silver. The Easter surprise caused Mastro Rocco and his family to live a happy life. CORA GUARNACCIA ' 18. A REVERE BEACH TRAGEDY The Rough Rider chased the Derby R.ncer through the Dragon ' s Gorge to the top of the Rocky Mountains. Going through the Old Mill he fell into the Pit and landed in Crescent Gardens, there do- ing the Virginia Reel for a Pastime. Then he met the Diving Girls who led him a Steeple Chase, but later gave him the Loop-the-Loop, and he ended his days in Luna Park DOROTHY BEALS.