Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

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tape. The birch is separated from the rest and taken to a spool mill to be made into spools. Norman W. Rickards IMPRESSIONS I was given an opportunity to take a trip to a prominent school near Boston where medicine and dentistry are taught. I went a few weeks ago and am now passing along my recollections of the trip. We reached school in time to hear a lec- ture. The lecture room was in the form of a Greek theatre, as all modern lecture rooms are. The seats were arranged in a semi-circle and the tiers of seats in the rear were higher than those in front. In front were colored charts, showing magnified dia- grams of various parts of the body. Before the lecture three assistants rolled the speci- mens in on trays. In the first tray were two human legs with the skin removed but the flesh still remaining. On another was a great number of knee bo .es; on the third, a heap of hip bones. At the side of the stage was a skeleton, hanging by a cord. The lecturer would occasionally take hold of the skeleton and point out the position of a certain part of the body. After he released his hold, the body began to swing, reminding me of a clothesline on a breezy day. The lecture itself was very interesting, I suppose. The professor might have known what he was talking about, but I didn ' t. He, however, wrote some of his terms on the blackboard and I noticed a few of them. They were gastronimius flexorlongusdigit- orum, tibialis anterior flexorlongushallu- cis. There were, besides, a host of other posterior and anterior muscles, joints, and articulations. The lecturer at one time wanted to get the leg into a certain posi- tion. He took it up, handled it exactly as a butcher slings a side of beef, and bounced it onto the table. After the lecture we went to the labora tory in which the students dissect their own subjects as they have already seen the in- structor do. This room was even more in- teresting than the lecture room. There were about a dozen stone tables in this one room and on every table was a dead body. The skin was taken off so that one could see the flesh and muscles, and arteries. It was interesting to watch the fellows cut up their stiffs. Part of the work was to cut open and separate the knee joint from the rest of the body. One fellow couldn ' t do this very well with his subject. He took the whole leg in his hands, just as he would take a stick of wood or a baseball bat, and broke it against the side of the wall. Another took a leg in his hands, one hand at e ach end. and put his foot on the knee joint and pushed against it. After the dissecting was finished, they cleaned up the blood with large sponges. After a while they began throwing these sponges at one another. The real treat of the day, however, was reserved for the last. One of the fellows wanted me to look at the head of his subject. The heads of all were bound up. He removed the covering and showed the head. The subject must have been killed in an accident, for the nose was flattened out and the eyes had been gouged out. The teeth were perfect. Because of the injecting fluid used in embalming, the flesh was as hard as wood. Needless to say, I was sorry that no one was allowed to take pictures. When, at last, we had to go home, I really found it hard to tear myself away from such enjoyable surroundi ngs. R. Drugan, ' 18 THE DEBATER KNOWS That the class of 1918 is the best class. That certain members of the senior class committee would like to choose another pic- ture for the school. That the picture which was given by the class is hanging in room 9. That everybody is looking forward to the reception. That the class is reducing expenses as much as possible for graduation and recep- tion. That the sophomores won the inter-class meet by one point. That Bill Burke is quite a fine little runner. THE DEBATER WOULD LIKE TO KNOW Where Red Wilkins bought the flowers for Miss Wilson. What Miss Andrews has against D , H , B . — By Count Meant 23

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spaik came out of that stormy night, SOS de WBP, it said. Florence reported this by telephone to the officer on watch on the bridge. In a minute (it seemed hours) the answer came to receive exact position and condition of the vessel. Florence made everything ready; and as the spark roared merrily across the spark gap, he said, WBP de KWC. As he lis- tened, the answer came with details. Flor- ence reported. On the Hermosa, the captain entered the wireless station looking grim and sober. Soon a light sprang into his eyes and he realized that the girl was really getting help. As the captain of the Morro Castle answered, We ' ll be at your side in 6 hours, the captain of the Hermosa said Thank God, and went out. In the meantime, the Morro Castle surged forward, forced on by the powerful engines never ceasing in their work of push- ing that vessel on. The stokers, water ten- ders, engineers, and oilers busied themselves at their work under the bright incandescent lamps, as the steamer, seeming to be alive, rushed on at the call of that faint spark. On the Hermosa, all was quiet save for the little direct current generator which supplied power for the wireless set. Florence stood by and copied KWC, CANNOT LAST LONG, SETTLING FAST GENERATOR ALMOST UNDER WAT- — here the spark died out. Florence called in vain, for the other set was dead. As dawn was breaking in the east, the officer on watch saw a steamer on the hori- zon, settled so low that the waves dashed over the decks. The crew were lowering the boats. As the last boat left the old ship ' s side, Florence saw a girl, of abov.r 20 years, in the stern wearing a big li e belt, which seemed to hamper her movements. Florence leaned on the rail of the promenade deck, watched the bobbing lifeboats, and the girl. As he looked, he drew a handkerchief from his pocket and waved. She waved back. So Florence received his first look at the Cape May operator. As he looked, the old Norwegian freighter, Hermosa settled, reared and plunged headlong down through the raging waters of King Neptune ' s unconcjuered domain, an- other victim. Davis, ' 18 LOGGING IN THE MAINE WOODS Early one morning, two four-horse teams, each with a driver and three choppers, start- ed for a place eight miles distant, five of which must be covered on land and three over a lake. The ice being very thick, the men were able to cross, thus making the trip shorter by two miles. After the head of the lake was reached, the difficulties began; the snow was five feet deep on the level, and the drifts were some- times as high as ten feet. The norses were unhitched from the logger, (as the sled up- on which the logs are piled, is called) and then driven after a man who went on snow shoes to pick out the way. Behind the wad- ing horses came the rest of the men, tramp- ing down the path, which the horses had made, and also cutting the small bushes and trees that were in the way. When they had reached a good clump of trees, the driver went back after the logger, while the chop- pers began their work. One of the choppers began to chop on the side toward which he wished the tree to fall and chopped till he was about five- eighths of the way through. He then left that tree and went on to another. The other two choppers then came along with a larger buck-saw, finished the cut, and sawed the tree into fifteen foot lengths, thus saving a large amount of lumber that would be wasted if chopped, beside taking a much shorter time. When the driver got back, the hardest work began. The logs had to be loaded on the logger and then chained. On the first load, the driver only attempted to lake about fif- teen medium sized logs. But on the second and all afterward, when the road was worn ■ down hard and .smooth, he took about twen- ty or twenty-five. When he reached the dam,he loosened the chain and the logs fell off. They were put inside a number of boom- logs that were chained together, so that when the ice went out, the logs would be ready to float to the mill, there to be sawed into planks or boards. The logs that are too small to be sawed into planks or boards are sawed into four- foot lengths and made into shook, that is, staves for barrels, that are knocked down into small bundles and fastened with wire 22

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EXCHANGES The Debater is always glad to receive exchanges. Those that we have received since our last issue have been unusually in- teresting and have given us many valuable hints. The Debater has received the fol- lowing papers : Argus, Gardner H. S., Gardner, Mass. Authentic, Stoneham H. S., Stoneham, Mass. Bostonia and Boston University Bea- con, Boston University, Boston, Mass. Clarion, Everett H. S., Everett, Mass. Echo. Sanborn Seminary, Kingston, N. H. Echo, Winthrop H. S., Winthrop, Mass. Eltrurian, Haverhill H. S., Haverhill, Mass. Graphic, Amherst H. S., Amherst, Mass. Harvard Alumni Bulletin, Harvard Col- lege, Cambridge, Mass. Index, South H. S., Worcester, Mass. Oriole, Bushwick H. S., Brooklyn, N. Y. Pioneer, Reading H. S., Reading, Mass. Polytechnic, Renssellaer Polytechnic In- stitute, Troy, N. Y. Sangra, Waycross H. S., Waycross, Ga. Students ' Pen, Pittsfield H. S., Pitts- (leld, Mass. Tripod, Thornton Academy, Saco, Me. Tufts Weekly, Tufts College, Medford, Mass. White and Gold, Woodbury H. S., Wood- bury, N. J. Through the kindness of Mr. Warren Ol- iver, the Debater has received several copies of the Southerner, and a beautiful book, The Tiger, from the South High School of Minneapolis, Minn. Mr. Oliver is a member of the class of 1908 of the Wakefield High School, ancr at present a member of the faculty of the South High of Minneapolis. The staff of the Debater appreciates the interest he has taken in the paper. HELPFUL HINTS MEANT FOR THE BEST Tripod. You have a fine list of stories in your literary department. Sangra. With so many fine cuts, why do you not have a variety of cover designs? Oriole. Here ' s hoping you have as many if not more farmers than last year. Those that went farming last year deserve praise. Graphic. A few more stories as good CIS the fev published would help a great deal. iUrurian. Your Book Review is in- teresting. Argus. You have one of the best literary departments we have seen. D. C. P. THE OLD CLOCK ' S STORY hark to the tock of the good old clock, As it hangs on the kitchen wall! Now list to its tock, its tick, tick, tock. This message it brings to us all — Go do it today and do not delay. That is the story that good clocks say. 1 have a friend, a very dear friend. Who wrote me a letter one night. No letter, no card, no reply did I send. Yet I know that my clock is quite right: Go do it today and do not delay. That is the story that good clocks cay. I open my Latin and algebra, too, I look at the pages and wince. Then shut them and say, Tomorrow will do But the clock still gives me some hints. Go do it today and do not delay. That is the story that good clocks say. My lessons are done and my papers I scatter All over the living-room table. They should be picked up, but what does it matter? I ' ll attend to them when I ' m able. Go do it today and do not delay. That is the story that good clocks say. One day not long since I did a rash deed, I chose a fine volume to borrow. And said, I must have a good story to read, But I ' ll surely return it to-morrow. Go do it today and do not delay. That is the story that good clocks say. I know of a man, a patient old man, Who lies very sick in his bed. I ' ll go cheer him some day when I can. But I do other things in its stead. Go do it today and do not delay. That is the story that good clocks say. O hark to the tock of the good oiu clock, As it hangs on the kitchen wall! Now list to its tock, its tick, tick, tock. This message it brings to us all — Go do it today and do not delay. That is the story that good clocks say. Ruth I. Carlson, ' 21. 24