Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 52 of the 1923 volume:

THE PEBdTER 1923 WAKETIELD HIGH SCHOOL •c.HAnno  •  Merode is made for every member of the family. There are union suits, vests, tights, shirts, and drawers for wom- en, and union suits, for men, in every imaginable combi- nation of weights and gentle textures, and cut with var- ious lengths of sleeve and leg and height of neck. Vfinship, Boit Co. WAKEFIELD, MASS. Our Advertisers The strength and goodness of our Table Brand Coffee have long been outstanding features. Make our Table Brand your Table Brand and forget your coffee worries, OUR TABLE BRANT) canned goods have satisfied for the past JO years. AT YOUR GROCERS Webster-Thomas Tea Coffee Co. 219 State St., Roston At graduation time your friends expect your photograph Patronise your home toJpti photographer £ Saunders ' Studio dl O ' NEIL CASELLA Manufacturing Jewelers 14 Park Sq., Roston 11, Mass. Telephone Reach 4077 Compliments of Greenwood Drug Store Haslam and Bussell Inc. Brande Building g Anything in Flowers V I3 master ' s voice Dike Moulton Victor Victrolas Latest Victor Records Flower Shop 494 Main St., Wakefield Expert Repairing Wakefield Music Store 463 Main Street Cut Flowers, Floral Designs Decorations for All Occasions Phones: Crys. 21)7, Stoneham 326-W R. E. Hiland R. C. Loring When you think of buying quality meat, call at the City Hall Cash Market where your friends trade 6 Water St. Tel. 566-M Compliments of Dr. H. C. Barron FRANK IRVING COOPER CORPORATION ARCHITECTS ENGINEERS 172 Tremont Street, Boston, Mass. Telephone Beach 727 Architects of the New Wakefield High School Why Leave Wakefield AFTER GRADUATING FROM HIGH SCHOOL? For Opportunities to Learn Various Trades Also Attractive Clerical Positions SEE HEYWOOD-WAKEFIELD CO. Compliments of Schreider ' s Apparel Shop Men ' s, Women ' s Children ' s Wears J. T. Paine Goods — Dry — Goods 464 Main Street WE SELL SPORTING GOODS GEORGE H. TAYLOR COMPANY Hardware Sporting Goods Kitchen- Ware HOLLAND HARDWARE CO. 84 North Avenue Tel. Crystal 1141-M The Store of Quality, Plus Service Paints Window Glass Varnishes Putty High School Girls and Boys Patronize The Ideal Song Shop Cor. Main Water Streets EVERYTHING MUSICAL Yours for Success BAYRD GOODWIN Compliments of D. J. Duane Duane ' s Corner Wakefield Phone Cry. 1048-M Best of Service Imperial Pool Parlors Dick Pepper, Prop. 3 Albion Street McGann ' s Wireless Cushion Tables Wakefield, Mass. Compliments of A FRIEND P. DEVITA, TEL. CONN. CONSERVATORIES Yale and North Avenues, Wakeheld, Mass. MAKING A HIT WITH WINCHESTER BASEBALL GOODS Winchester Baseball goods are here. There ' s everything from bats and balls to uniforms and bases all of the same high quality and dependability that goes with the Winchester rifles and Winchester fishing tackle. J. WALLACE GRACE CO. 14-18 Albion Street. Near Main Stuart £ ljap 504 MAIN STREET WAKEFIELD, MASS. W. Walker E. M. Merritt The Cupboard Opposite New Library Tea Room Embroidery and Gift Shop Wakefield, Mass. Wilhelmina C. Hanscom VICTOR SHOE SHINE The Best Shine in Town Soft, Straw and Panama Hats Cleaned Telephone 0387-.I Rosano Savarino 421 Main Street Wakefield, Mass. Wakefield Shoe Hospital M. DI TONNO 2 Mechanic St., Wakefield, Mass. Tel. 0356-W Compliments of L. B. EVANS ' SON COMPANY HARDING UNIFORM COMPANY HIGH SCHOOL UNIFORMS BOY SCOUT OUTFITTERS CAMPING SUPPLIES 22 School Street, Boston Compliments of Compliments of Edward E. Lee Co, Nagle ' s Drug Store Groceries and Provisions Greenwood, Mass. Compliments of WINSOR L. FINNEY Grocer 22 Salem Street Upson Board and Cement Bex Asphalt Shingles A. T. LOCKE LUMBER Wholesale Be tail Office and Yard: Alhion St., near Upper Station Wakefield BOURDON STUDIO — Photographs — PICTURE FRAMES 449 Main St., Wakefield, Mass. Compliments of Dr. Woodbury ERNEST E. PRESCOTT Real Estate and Insurance 92 North Ave. Opposite Upper Station Wakefield, Mass. %v BARRY ' S GARAGE D. T. Barry, Prop. Automobiles and Accessories Storage and Repairs 503 Main St. Tel. Crystal 0049 Compliments of DR. P. L. McAULIFFE J. C. WALTON STATIONERY CIGARS CANDY GREY GULL RECORDS CIRCULATING LIBRARY 96 North Ave, Compliments of W. H. Butler Albion St. ATHLETIC SUPPLIES -FOR- Baseball Tennis Bathing Etc. SWEATERS Catalog on request JAMES W. BRINE CO. 286 Devonshire St., Boston, Mass. Track Compliments of Dr. W. H. Corcoran Geo. H. Blodgett 20 Water St. Cigars, Tobacco, Tonics Lunch Pool Parlor Instruments Strings Music Compliments of A. C. VERGE Fancy Groceries Stella H. Blaikie Teacher of Violin, Mandolin, Banjo, Ukulele Hawaiian Steel Guitar 508-510 Main Street 38 Elm Street, Wakefield Telephone Crystal 317-M Spruce Up! Compliments of M The Colonial Spa Send it -SQj fe The Wakefield Laundry 443 MAIN STREET Wakefield, Mass. 5-13 Lincoln St. THL W. H. 5. DLBATLR Published bx, STUDENTS OF THE SENIOR CLASS WAKE.FILLD HIGH SCHOOL v AKLFIELD, MASS. MAY, NINETEEN TWENTY-THREE 1=1 n i — !n i =in i i n i i hf i nr=0 DEBATER STAFF Editor-in-Chief Katheryn Carney Assistant Editors Keith Babb, ir. Mann, II. White Business and Advertising Manager Arthur J. Murphy Assistant Manager William Anderson Exchange Editor Florence Miinn Subscription Editors John Donovan, William King Alumni Editor Mildred Foley Social Editors Mary Goodale, Lorraine Seavey Athletic Editors William King, Robert Hall Battalion Editor Maj. Leslie L. McMaster Joke Editors Conkling Sidney, Alfred Hubbard Staff Artist Charlotte Hammond 3Q VSBbW- ' -- ' - ' ' - ' J .■ ■-■.. ' ■•■■■ ' • t ' WZW : - i ' - Jku wish. ■ s III! llpf JJi§!l|; i a .ill:::! ' ! .. HYMN OF DEDICATION These halls, O God, we dedicate To learning, truth and right; Upon Ihc lessons that are taught Shed thine effulgent light. To those who teach, grant wisdom, Lord, With love of truth imbue; To (hose who learn — an open mind, A purpose, clear and true. Within these walls the youth shall come To read. :|ll| l learn of life; Teach them to seek with all their hearts To free the world from strife. So shall Thy kingdom on this earth The more like Heaven be; And we shall know thy living truth — The truth that makes us free. ARTHUR A. FULTON. OUR NEW HIGH SCHOOL At last wo have our new High School. We have had to wait a long time for it, but we have been rewarded for our long wait for now we are about to enter our new building. It certainly looks good to us in comparison with the old building with its cramped quarters and poor equipment. Let us suppose that we are entering it for the first time, although by the time you read this, you will be more or less familiar with the building. On entering, we find ourselves in a hallway from which lead doors to the Principal ' s and Superintendent ' s offices; the Principal ' s is to the left and the Superintendent ' s to the right. The Principal ' s suite consists of his private in- ner office, and offices for the clerk, where the records are filed, and the general office routine business is carried on. The Superintendent ' s offices are similar to the Principal ' s, consisting of an inner office, for himself and the outer of- fice for the clerk, and a room to be used for meeting ' s of the School Committee. Passing up this short hall, we come to the main corridor which runs the length of the building, and from which open the various class rooms. Directly in front of us is the auditorium, with its eight hundred seats, all so arranged that the stage can easily be seen. This auditorium has the appearance of a good- sized theatre and a splendid one at that. Against the rear wall, there is the fireproof booth where the moving picture machine will be located. The lighting of the hall is pro- vided for by twelve large globes which hang from the ceiling giving indirect lighting on the grayish walls. The stage next takes our attention because of its novel arrangement. It is, of course, raised above the level of the auditorium floor, and in the center it curves out, making a stage large enough for speakers or an illustrated lec- ture. However, it can be enlarged to include the whole gym floor, which is a continuation of the stage. The way this is accomplished  is very simple. A large curtain, made up of twenty sections of sound-proof material is sus- pended from a track whieh allows for the changing of the position of the back of the stage. When locked together, these sections will be absolutely sound proof, thereby allow- ing a basketball game and a lecture to be con- ducted at the same time without interruption. Continuing our course, we come out on the gym floor, which is large enough for a good- sized class. Along one wall is a balcony, which is arranged with seats for spectators. On the right side of the gym are the boys ' locker rooms with their accompanying show- ers. Overlooking the gym are the Physical Directors ' offices, one on each side, for the boys ' and the girls ' Directors. The lockers are so arranged that each pupil has two, with corresponding numbers and the same key, one for his overcoat and hat, and the other for his gym clothes. From the locker rooms, easy access is had to the gym and showers, thereby keeping the gymnasium department in one part of the building. The girls ' side of the gym is a duplicate of the boys ' side. Under the girls ' locker room, is the lunch counter where hot lunches will be screed on tables for the teachers and the student body. One duty of the student council will lie to arrange for the policing of the lunch counter so that no teachers will be obliged to stay in this room at recess. Farther in toward the street, there is a domestic science department, with its cooking room, and a model apartment, consisting of kitchen, pantry, living-dining room, bedroom, anil bath. At the rear of the building, is the Manual Training Department in a very light and at- tractive room, which is to be equipped as a machine shop, ami woodworking department. Opening off the main room, there is the print- ing room where there are two power presses an I other necessary equipment for printing. Returning to the main floor, Ave find a num- ber of (dass rooms, which will be used, as far as possible, for freshman subjects, while the room in the right wing, will lie used for Me- chanical Drawing. This is so that the Draw- ing and Manual Training Departments may carry on their work in close conjunction with each other. The second iloor is principally given over to class rooms which are occupied by the English, history and mathematics departments. The English rooms are so arranged that they may be connected, and in one of them there is a small stage 071 whieh plays or oral reci- tations may be given. These rooms are di- rectly connected with the Charles H. Howe Memorial Library so that reference books may be easily obtained. The Library is one of the best that a school of this size could be ex- pected to have or even want. It is a very at- tractive room, with an open fireplace and book shelves lining the walls. At one end there is the librarian ' s desk where books are charged, and the room is filled with read- ing tables. There is a conference room, open- ing from the main room, where debates may be prepared. This room should prove a great help to pupils, as it provides a place where one may talk with the librarian and discuss problems which arise in connection with the English study. The rooms to the rear of the corridor are connected by folding doors, so that they may he used as a smaller as- sembly room, or as a large study hall. The third floor is given over to the commer- cial and scientific departments. The front, rooms are arranged for the bookkeeping, typewriting, and stenographic pupils, with all the rooms connected by doors, giving close communication between the sections of the department. The scientific department will be one of the best- ' equipped in the country. The rooms at the rear of the building will be given over exclusively to this department, and all are of absolute fireproof construction. Starting at the southern end of the corridor, we enter a class room which will be used for general science. Connected with this is a lab- oratory. The next room is the physics labora- tory, with a number of benches, each with gas, and electric outlets, where the pupils will per- form their experiments, and a larger bench for the instructor. This room is connected by swinging .doors with the lecture room, which is equipped with a stereopticon, lecture table, and blackboards, thereby giving the instructor ample means of illustrating his talk. The chemical laboratory is on the other side of the lecture room and the equipment is simi- lar to the physical laboratory with the ex- ception that water is provided at each bench. The last room will lie used for Freehand Drawing. All rooms are arranged so that the windows arc on the left side of the pupils, providing good light without having the pupil in his own light. The heating is controlled by thermo- stats in each room, which may be regulated to any desired temperature by the teacher, and the heat will remain constant. Taken as a whole the new building is ex- ceptionally well adapted to meet (he needs of our High School. HAYWAED K. MANN, ' 23. THE OLD HIGH SCHOOL SPEAKS Fifty years have passed since I first saw the light of day. Fifty years of joy and sorrow, and of laughter and tears. Since I was young, two wars have been fought and won, and many of my boys have marched away, never to re- turn. Some of the boys and girls who has- tened at the call of duty are now renowned in the world. Famous doctors, lawyers, states- men, and authors have gone from out my walls. When I was young the people of the town were proud of me. They would point me out to visitors, and often small children would stand in front of me, open-mouthed with awe. They longed to grow up so that they, too, might come to me. My first pupils walked sedately and rever- ently through my corridors. They respected my walls and desks, and it was not until years later that they became scarred and marked. Now- all is changed; instead of pointing me out to visitors, the people show them my rival, who isn ' t half grown yet. They pass me by and are ashamed if they have to make men- tion of me. Now that I am old, after years of faithful service, after I have enabled hundreds of boys and girls, to get an education, I am dis- carded. My boys and girls, disrespectful of my age, call me an ark or an antique , they talk of leaving me, and I suppose it must be so. Off with the Old, on with the new ; such is the way of the world. FLOEENCE BUTLER, ' 24. THE REPLACEMENT I am thinking of a mansion That was like a Hall of Fame, Once it possessed regal beauty. And it, bore a grand old name. Once, like youth, ' twas strong, enduring. Attracted every passer-by, It stood apart, a thing of splendor, Prepared all nature to defy. But youth does not last, forever, From that mansion it has fled; And the walls that once responded, Echo back now— All Is Dead. Wakefield held that dear old mansion, And (hat good old name it bore; Hut the years have told their story. Now it ' s gone forevermore. It has passed its regal beauty To a newer Hall of Fame, To a structure grand and mighty, Wakefield High School is its name. DOLORES McTEAGUE 23. IN MEMORIAM The last class meeting of the Senior Class was being held in Room 1 of the Old Wakefield High School. Principal Melvin J. Hill sat on the platform and gazed proudly upon the group of out-going Seniors. The president rose to speak. Fellow Sen- iors, said he, at our last Assembly a request was made that any member who could, should bring in suggestions on the subject of how to make the na me of our class remembered through the coming years. If there are any among you who think they have a good idea, please present it to the class. ' ' Several Seniors were on their feet in a minute and one by one they made known their various ideas to the students. A set of books for the library was turned down. A silver engraved cup, a. famous picture, and others met with the same fate. The president began to get discouraged and finally said, Is there no one who has anything to offer that pleases the class? For several moments silence reigned, then a boy rose from his seat. Mr. President, he said, my suggestion isn ' t a very brainy one, but seeing those of the others have failed, I ' ll give mine. After thinking the matter over, I have decided that nothing is a more lasting memorial for man, than a tree, always living and growing as the years go by. There would lie hardly any expense. That is all I have to offer ; and he sat down amid much ap- plause from his schoolmates. After restoring the class to order, the pres- ident said, This suggestion seems to please you. Do you wish to vote on it. ' They did and it. went through unanimously. Mr. Pres- ident, a girl jumped up from her seat, wouldn ' t it be an unique thing, if we each put our names and histories in little boxes and buried them at the roots of the tree? This, too, received an unanimous yes. And so on one bright morning the Senior Class and the Faculty of the school planted a slender young tree with much ceremony on the corner of the High School lot where La- fayette and Common streets meet, and buried little metal boxes at its roots containing the autobiography of each member. There it stands to this day, always living and grow- ing, until it is now a beautiful shade tree. About eight feet up the trunk is a small tab- let on which is engarved : Centennial Tree Planted by Class of 1876 W. H. S. EDITH M. DOWLING, ' 25. OUT OF THE BOOK The book with the flaming cover moved, rested quietly, for a moment, on the dark, pol- ish ' ' d table, and once more stirred. Strange, wasn ' t it? A slam — a rustle of leaves, and out from among its pages stepped the prettiest little miss one could wish to see. Her bobbed curls were of a brown that turned golden in the ' sunlight. Her checked skirt barely reached below her silk clad knees. And yet, she was not a child of ten or eleven years, she was, in fact, eighteen, perhaps nineteen years old. There was, on her face, a look of youth, and of age vicing with each other, so that it was difficult to estimate her age — listen, she is speaking. Gosh, how perfectly spiffy! This busi- ness of being ' shero ' of a novel is all right, but it ' s darned tiresome. It ' s nice to get away — By .love, here ' s another book on the table. Let ' s have a look. She fugged at the dark brown cover, which opened so suddenly that the pretty little miss was sent sprawling on the table. Oh, please, I beg your pardon. I was pushing and you were pulling; I was so very eager to get out of that dingy book, if only for a few minutes, said a soft, sweet voice. That ' s all ri say, you look great! Where ' s the blow-out? I don ' t think I understand you. Plow-out, costume-ball, dance, party! I!uf there isn ' t any dance, any party. Well, what have you got your grandmoth- er ' s clothes on for? Say, who are you? Where do you come from, anyway? The first maid plied these questions as she daubed her nose with powder. 1 am Lorna Doone from Doone Valley. Per- haps you don ' t know what Doone Valley is. It is a place just full of nefarious robbers and wicked men. I really didn ' t belong there, though. When a very little child I was stolen and taken there. Ignoring the reference to her clothes, she went on, Might I enquire who you are, and from where you come? Sure. I ' m Cherie of ' Youth ' s Challenge. ' All jokes aside, now, what ' s the idea of the trick clothes? Gee, they get on my nerves. Lorna ' s quick temper flamed at the conde- scending, critical air of the other girl. If you mean that I am annoying you, young lady, I can only advise you to go where I may not be in your sight, for I have not the slightest intention of moving myself, yet awhile. In lieu of the fact that you have been criticiz- ing my garments, I think I may justly remark on yours. What can he the matter with your hair? Are your brains so scanty that your hair refuses to grow? Look at your lower limbs. Are they so beautiful that you feel you must brazenly expose them to the public? Your face resembles my little nephew Ensie ' s when he plays at bandits. Your But Cherie also, had a temper, and a very hot, one, too. At this point she interrupted Lorna. Her words were perhaps we had better omit that part. Suffice to say the bat- tle raged for several minutes. Then both girls, realizing the pettiness, the childishness of such proceedings, began to laugh. Cherie in her loud alto tone, Lorna with tinkling soprano note. After Cherie had recovered from her hy- sterics, both girls sat, side by side, on the table, and talked — oh, how they talked ! Lorna, with many blushes, told Cherie of John, her lover; of the stolen meetings they had had, far away from the anxious, ever- watchful eyes of the Doones. She described her life in the valley — that valley so full of sin and crime, whose very name made her shudder. With characteristic impulsiveness, she related the events of the night when John, wonderful, strong — 1 fear Lorna wan- dered a trifle from the theme of her tale, put- ting a wee bit too much stress on the already lauded merits of the trusty John. However, she soon got herself in hand sufficiently to pass on to the events of that fateful night when John stole her from the hateful valley, taking her to his own home, to be cared for, and loved by his mother — she had never known one of her own — and his sisters. From that time her life had been most happy. She was learning to cook, and to do other little housewifely duties, so that in the near future, when she should become of age, she might make a home for her lover— her John. She ended her tale with a brief outline of the fu- ture, of the happy days to come. Then Lorna demurely requested Cherie to tell the story of her life. Cherie responded with accounts of house parties, dances, motor rides, and many other diversions, all of which so interested and as- tonished the quiet Lorna, that she was struck dumb with wonder. She recovered herself fi- nally and said, But why are we so different? Do we live in different countries? But even if we do, it must be everywhere the year 1684. Sixteen eighty-four. Sweet papa, and I ' m not born yet! The shock sent Cherie to her feet. In the distance a clock struck twelve. Lorna grace fully rose to her feet. And what is your time? she inquired. Nineteen twenty-two! Imagine! Listen, there goes eight bells! If T don ' t hump myself, I won ' t be able to get back. And believe me, dearest, no matter how much I like you, I prefer my twentieth century varieties to your seventeenth century routine. So I won ' t linger, Fair One. And I, too, said Lorna, prefer my time to yours. Your speech is so difficult to com- prehend, your customs so peculiar. Your cen- tury is so — so — Lorna struggled for a word. Do you wonder? How could she of 1(584 de- scribe the customs of 1922? With affectionate kisses the girls parted. Cherie opened her cover, and with a bound, a loud laugh, disappeared. Lorna, opening her own dark brown cover, with a dainty little step, a merry tinkle of laughter, faded from view. ELLEN CONNER, ' 24. HATS AND CAPS Between the years 1790 and 1800, there were two great political parties in Sweden. One of these parties was for the king, the other, against him. At that time only the aristo- crats were allowed to wear hats; all the com moners wore caps: — hence the name, Hats and Caps. The Bats were on the king ' s side, and used all their power to uphold his rule. On the other hand, the Caps heartily hated the king, and the Hats, his supporters. There were constant feuds between them, and it is with one of these fends which my story deals. It was a dark and rainy night in early spring, anil especially dreary in that part of the country which was some miles north of Stockholm. Now and then came a coach drawn by wearied horses, sinking deep in the mud; but almost everyone preferred to remain safely at home, where warmth and comfort were offered. For almost two hours all had been quiet. when suddenly were heard the creaking of coach-wheels, the labored breathing of horses, and the voices of coachmen. One coach, then another, a third, a fourth; who were these people coming at so late an hour? The country, at that time, was not densely populated. Very often houses were many miles apart. Wealthy people owned great es- tates, which they used in the summer, these, to- ward spring ' , were opened for the usual prep- aration for the occupants, and the keys en- trusted to trustworthy servants. The travellers continued on their journey. The wearied horses pulled and stumbled along the rough road. Upon turning a slight bend in the road, a large house loomed up in front of them. It was the Vestan-O, one of the largest ami finest estates, for many miles around. The horses turned up the driveway, swung around towards the back of the house, and stopped before a large iron door. A coachman jumped from his seat, and opened the door of the coach. One man stepped out, followed by others. Each wore a dark suit, a long black cape, and a cap. They quickly moved over towards the iron door, and waited in a group. Not a word had been spoken. The second coach came up. More men joined the group. In a few minutes came the third and fourth coaches, all carrying men of the same description. At last the party at the door was complete. A tall man, evident ly the leader, stepped up to the door, and gave three taps in quick succession. The door swung slowly open. One after another the men passed through, and the door closed, in the same fashion, behind them. Within, all was absolute darkness. The air was damp and cold, as in a cell, and an involuntary shiver passed through each man. A small light flickered, and came nearer and nearer. A servant brought a small tallow candle, and with this light, they proceeded on their way. It was indeed like a cell, this passage through which they were going. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all of stone. At the end of the passage, which was about fifty yards long, was a small trap door. This, also, as the gate, was of iron. It opened from the bottom and was not more than four feet in height. As the men reached it, they stopped. The. door was lifted and each man, crouching down, stepped into a long narrow tunnell, which extended from it. The last man extinguished the candle, and, followed his companions into the tunnel. Half an hour later, the same party of. men suddenly appeared in a park, one mile and a half distant from Vestan-O. They hurried stealthily for about fifteen minutes, keeping in the shadows of trees as much as possible. Each man was silent, busy with his own thoughts. Their course led to another large estate. This time a small light shot out a welcoming beam. This light shone from a window on the ground story. The men quickly entered, and presently on the drawn shade were seen their silhouettes. They drew up chairs around a small table; the leader arose and addressed them; then others spoke; arguments seemed to arise; — the meeting of the Caps was on! Two weeks later, the king was assassinated at a masquerade. BERTHA VIK, ' 24. AT REID ' S TAVERN The short winter afternoon was drawing swiftly to a close; an icy wind drove through the trees with an eerie shriek, chilling to the bone a weary pedler who was trudging along, bent down under the weight of an enormous pack. The road, 0110 of the few in that part of Ohio, in the year of 1843, followed the wind- ing shore of Lake Erie. Ahead of the trav- eler, glimmering in the fast gathering dusk, were the lights of Reid ' s Tavern. To a stranger the house might have radiated warmth and comfort, but the belated pedler approached it with a feeling of distrust. How- ever, his immediate need of food and shelter overcame his misgivings. Upon entering the tavern, the traveler was attracted at once by a cheerful blaze, snap- ping and crackling in the huge fireplace. After laying down his pack and removing his outer garments, he warmed himself at the fire, and then sat down to a steaming supper. Feeling refreshed after his hot meal, his at- tention was drawn to a group of men, at the other side of the room, who were intently re- garding his pack. Immediately he recollected all of the unsavoury tales he had heard con- cerning this inn. Exhausted and not caring for the companionship of these men, he re quested a, candle from the landlord and retired to his room. Setting his candle down upon a small table, he gazed about the room. It seemed to be a storage- room for vegetables for winter use. From the rafters hung strings of dried apples and corn, while on the floor wore piles of pumpkins and squash. As he put his pack down, he noticed, through a crack in the floor- ing, a gleam of light from the room beneath. With natural curiosity, he stooped down and placed his eye to the chink in the rough boards, and saw the group of men below, with their heads together in whispered conversa- tion. Catching a phrase here and there, his suspicions were soon thoroughly aroused, and he instantly changed li is plan of retiring. First, stripping a blanket from the bed, lie emptied the contents of his pack into it, and after tieing the bundle loosely, pushed it un- der the bed. Then he refilled the empty pack from a pile of vegetables, and deposited it carefully at the foot of the bed. Next, he tied his nightcap onto a pumpkin and placed it on his pillow, and built up the bed clothing to resemble a human figure, with the pump- kin as a head. Having completed his prepara- tions, he concealed himself under the bed. In a few minutes the pedler was snoring loudly, feeling assured that there were listen- ers downstairs. lie had not long to wait, for presently he heard stealthy footsteps and then his door was softly opened. Suddenly, a club descended on the pumpkin head with a sicken- ing thud. Someone stumbled over the pack, at the foot of the bed, snatched it up, and in an instant the would-be murderers and thieve? were gone. A few minutes later the weary pedler crawled carefully from beneath the bed and silently put on his coat and cap. With a few deft motions he tied securely the comers of the blanket holding his valuables, and after softly open- ing the window, he passed the bulky bundle over the sill, then dropped it to the ground. An instant later he, himself, was standing on the ground near his pack. Shouldering the unwieldy burden, he again plodded on his wea ry way, deprived of his night ' s rest, but safe, and a wiser man for his experience. LAWEENCE MART7N, ' 24. MODERN DAYS AND MODERN WAYS Peg came home from High School in high spirits. Opening the door and calling, Mumsy, I ' m home! she flung down her books, and without removing her sport coat, sank into the best velvet chair. Her mother, placing the stockings which she was darning for her daughter on the table, came downstairs. Upon seeing Peg sprawled in the best chair, she gently said, How many limes, dear, must mother tell you not to loll in that chair with your street -clothes on? Tin re are other chairs in the house. 1 know, responded Peg, but 1 like this one best, so I want to sit in this one, see? There was silence. Oh, 1 forgot to tell you, I ' m going to the dance tomorrow night. Can I have a new dress? I ' ve worn that green one twice, and 1 don ' t like my blue one. But, my dear, you got your blue one only last week. You can ' t have another, yet. Well, 1 will have another; all the girls are having new ones ; I-I never g-get any-any- thing I want, cried this impetuous child. We ' ll see later, was the mother ' s reply, as she returned to her darning with a troubled mind. What a problem Peggy is getting to be. Why! wu children never dreamed of an- swering back our mothers as the boys and girls do, now-a-days. Well, I suppose it can ' t be helped! The next night found Peg at the dance, .Mid with a new dress, flirting, and attracting attention on all sides. The matrons, for there were matrons, sighed and shook their heads, as Peg jazzed by. What will that girl come to? Why, she isn ' t dancing, just running wildly about this hall with her partner! What can they be doing now; they ' re standing perfectly still. I ' m sure I don ' t understand this new danc- ing, either. When I was a girl, we were content to dance slowly, arm in arm, but now they are not happy unless they are cheek-to- cheek, racing like mad dogs. I think it ' s dis- graceful ! Thus the comments went on, but Peg, all unconscious, danced merrily on. At one o ' clock she arrived home in her partner ' s automobile. Mumsy, trying hard in keep awake, asked her daughter what had de- tained her. ' Oh, we just went for a little ride, that ' s all! And thus the younger generation goes on, while the older stands by and wisely shakes its head. GLADYS DAGNINO, ' 24. CROSSROADS The train pulled into the station. 1 Looked at my directions. Yes, t his was the town. I climbed down the stops and stooil on the plat form in front of the little station. The loose jointed train slowly got itself in mo tion and disappeared down the track. I was left .-ill alone on the platform. I again looked at my directions. They said, Go down Baldpate road until you come to the crossroads. Down Baldpate road I walked, dragging niy heavy suitcase after me. The sun beat down on the dusty, country road and on me. There was not a living thing in sight. Finally, I reached the crossroads. I put my suitcase down and again consulted my directions. They said, Take the road to the right, but three roads intersected, and there were two that went to 1 the right. One was a main thoroughfare. Automobiles were flashing by me continually. There were no shade trees, and the dust arose with every vehicle that passed. The other road appeared to be little fre- quented. There was just room enough for one carriage to pass along. Great trees hung over the road and formed a canopy. I heard the whispering of the brook and the distant call of birds. It was a most inviting road for a weary, hot traveller. I decided to try the pleasant road. I walked slowly down it, enjoying the beauty and quietness. A red bird flashed among the trees. A squirrel ran out into the road in front of me. On one side a beautiful hill arose, and on the other was a pine grove, which gave off a delightful woodsy smell. Soon I began to see signs that told me I was coming near a house. A cow grazed in a pasture and the fields were enclosed by stone walls. The sweet smell of fresh cut hay greeted me and an orchard came into view as I roundedi a bend in the road. Then I saw what I had been looking for, a red gate, and a moment later a white house set far back from the road. A woman whom I knew to be grandmother was on the porch. I had taken the right road and arrived safely at Red Gate Farm. DOROTHY YOUNG, ' 23. IN THE SWAMP Have you ever been in a swamp? If so, did you think of the beauty of it ? In a swamp, all the water is not stagnant nor muddy, for one comes across a little pool that is very clear. In the fall this has many leaves on the surface of it. These bright-colored boats do not clutter up the pool, but add charm and beauty to it. As a result of some storm, many of the trees are broken, many bent. But, as sternness and rigidity abounds where all the trees are straight and upright, these bent and broken trees are useful in taking away this feeling. To make a forest look graceful and yet give the impression of strength, both drooping and straight trees are necessary. As you stand amidst a small cluster of trees, you see beautiful things of a smaller nature. There is a root of a tree, covered with moss; there is a small stone also covered with moss; here is an old fallen tree that has vines climbing over and covering it; farther over is a large stone, out of the crevices of which small plants that are yet green are growing. As you survey all these smaller things, you begin to think that slush, slime, oozy bunches of swamp grass, broken trees, and dead leaves, logs and twigs, are not all there are to be seen in a swamp. Besides these things, there is life moving all around you. There are the noisy jays, the chickadees, the sparrows, the swallows, and about all the other birds that belong in our climate. Not only the birds are here, but also the animals. Beyond the edge of the swamp, one sees an occasional rabbit scamper, or hears a field mouse squeak. In the swamp, are tho holes made by the water animals. Is (here anything so beautiful as the life and evidences of the life of the lower animals™ Added to this is the Sabbath stillness of the swamp. There is none of the hustle and bustle of the cities. With the loss of the city noises, all business, sorrow, grief is forgotten. All the joy and gladness of life is intensified. One feels a new; joy in living, if one can see and appreciate the beauty and life of nature in the swamp. BERNICE BAZLEY, ' 24. THE SEA Yes, I am the sea, both hated and beloved. Many a sunrise has brightened my surface, making me beautiful and alluring. Many an artist lias painted my reflected colors. Many a moon has cast its silvery path across my bosom as, with a sullen but soothing roar, I roll my waves upon the shores. At these times, men like me, they sail upon my surface in their gorgeous ships and feel secure, think- ing they are my masters. Yet, many a storm has swept over me, blot- ting out this tranquility. Amid roars of thunder and flashes of lightning, I rise in huge, dark mountains of water and dash against the shores with untold strength. Then men hate and fear me. I laugh at their ships. I strike them, sink them, drive them to the bottom of my depths. Then I reign supreme and am unconquered ! MARY GOODALE, ' 123. A WINTER ' S NIGHT It was one of those nights in the middle of winter, bleak and cold, with the wind whis- tling through the tree tops anil around the corners of buildings, carrying with it clouds of snow. Far above, millions upon millions of little stars shone like a mighty shower of sparks in the sky, while below as far as the eye could see into the inky blackness, there was nothing but an expanse of monotonous snow, piled high in little mountains, which are called drifts. Upon this particular night, there was a man sitting inside a shanty on the 15. M. Railroad. He was huddled up close to the little stove, which was doing its work valiantly enough, that of giving forth heat. There, in the gloom, the shadow that played on his face, lighted by a single lantern made it appear grim and hard, which in turn made him seem a part of the cold outside from which he was separated only by four wooden walls. He was not staying there because he wished it, — much rather would he have been at home, idling by the fireside with his wife and chil- dren, — but because a train which was due ten hours ago, had not yet arrived. Word had been sent over the wire that a snow plow would come through any minute, — that was two hours rjrevious, — and he was lis- tening silently, intently, for that faint rumble which would tell him of its approach, but all he heard was the wind, lie was looking for the reflection of its head-light ; but all he saw was snow. Suddenly, above the howling of that wind, came the weird shriek of a. locomotive whistle. Up he jumped, grabbed his lantern and out- side he dashed to see the wonderful sight which was to repay him for all his waiting. Far down the track a huge dark monster seemed to crawl out of the curve, closed in on both sides by two high slopes. Nearer and nearer it drew, past the first switehlight, past the second, growing darker and more monstrous witli every foot. Finally, it came upon him, that vast snow-plow, looming up like an enormous giant as it thundered by, hurling snow high into the air far and wide, completely dovering the man, and nearly taking him off his feet. Then it was gone, receding into that black- ness out of which it had just come. Where there had once been much snow, there were now two shining rails; and then, as the snow- plow rumbled into nothingness, and the wind died to a whisper, the moon, peeking over the tall pines, lighted up the whole world, and everything was soft and still. PAUL F. CLARKE, ' 23. SAVE THE FORESTS AND PLANT TREES A most urgent plea is being made by the Forestry Department of this country for a national conservation of our forests and for tree planting. Mr. Charles Pack and Senator Harrison of Mississippi are two men active in this department. They have recently pub- lished the following startling statistics: It is estimated that five million acres of forests in the United States arc cut, and ten million acres are burned annually; just twice as much -destroyed, as there is used. It is estimated that in this country there are four hundred and sixty million acres of forest land, and that already seventy per cent of it has been logged of its best timber. It has also been found out that seventeen and one-half per cent of our forest area, or in other words about eighty-one million acres, has been stripped of its saleable timber, burned over, and is lying practically idle, being known as unproductive land. At this present rate and under the present policy, it will be only a few years until the supply of timber in this once wooded country will be ex- hausted and our home builders and indus- tries will be compelled to go to Siberia and South America for their supply of timber. The only way to check this wicked destruc- tion of trees is to conserve the forests, and to save them from tire; to protect them from all injurious insects, and to replant with the best stock the once wooded areas, now laid waste. It is equally important to educate the people to the facts which now exist and also to en- courage the planting of shade and fruit trees. The planting of family orchards, which was always ■■ custom of the old New England in- habitants, has in the last ton or fifteen years seemed to lose its place as a part of a household. The people of the United States must be roused to the situation that our country must be kept r icli in its supply of timber, not onh I ' m- the people of the twentieth century, but also for the coming generations. ARTHUR NEWOOMB, 24. 10 THE INTERIOR OF AN ICEBERG 1 stood by the ship ' s rail and watched the much-talked of iceberg floating majestically on the sea. Gradually, a strange longing came r.ver me that I could not understand. T stretched out my arms to the berg and closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted up; going through space. There was a mo- ment of intense cold and then I opened by eves, looked around in a dazed sort of way, and found myself in a glistening palace of ice. Somehow, my longing left me. 1 knew, in- distinctly, that I was inside an iceberg. Why and how 1 had come was more than I cared to think. 1 was (here, and that was sufficient. Slowly my senses returned and I began to lake more notice of my surroundings. I was in a comer of a large room made entirely of ice. The room was vacant except for one thing, and this one thing led me to believe T was in the throne room of some monarch. At the opposite end from where 1 lay, was a dais on which stood a large chair, and over this was a canopy. These also were made of ice. On the chair was a white skin or fur, but the thing that surprised me most, was that in spite of all this ice, the room was very com- fortable. About halfway between me and what I termed the throne, was a door. This opened into a passageway, but more I could not see. I was about to go and investigate, when the sound of a voice came to my ears. It was di- rectly outside the door and I wondered who could be speaking, but I lay still and lis- tened. This is what 1 heard: The queen is exceedingly angry today be- cause one of the Seven Mirrors in her draw- ing room was mysteriously cracked this morn- ing. You know the old legend, of course ' No, what is it ? asked a second voice. Why I thought everyone knew that, re- turned the first voice. I don ' t know how long it has been since the Seven Mirrors were put in the Imperial Drawing Room, but prob- ably hundreds of years. Anyway, at that time, so the story goes, a queer personage made its appearance before the queen and ann ounced that when one of the Seven was broken, or even cracked, a mortal from beyond the ice would come into our citadel. Think of it, a mortal! And Her Majesty is much worried for fear of the mortal ' s appearance. But silence! Here comes the royal procession, and the voices ceased. I began to be a bit worried myself, for if my coming had been hailed in this way, what would be the outcome of it all? I was not given much time to ponder on the matter, however, for just then a procession of fairy- like creatures, all clothed in white, entered the room and went toward the throne. Be- hind them came the most exquisite creature I had ever seen. She, like the others, was robed in white. Her long golden hair fell nearly to her waist and was caught back at her temples by a little band of diamonds. Her beautiful face wore a worried expression and her large dark eyes had a hunted look in them. Behind her were more of her attend- ants. She mounted tHe throne and the at- tendants grouped themselves about her. Oh, what shall I do, she wailed. If this mortal be big and strong he will take us from our icy home, lias anyone ever been in the world . ' Speak! What is it like? But no one answered her. They had not been in the outside world. I had lain unnoticed in my corner, but now 1 rose and walked toward the queen and her attendants. She uttered a shriek and nearly swooned. I reassured her, however. Madame, I beg of you, do not be fright- ened. I would not harm you for all the world. Are — you — a — mortal? she faltered. I have that honor, I answered. And you don ' t want to make war on us? Not in the least. All I desire is to see your palace. Gladly, she said, will I myself show you about. Then she and her attendants took me through a perfect labyrinth of passages and rooms all of that same dazzling crystal. Do you never tire of this? I asked. Certainly not, she answered. Of what is there to tin ' . ' Then I explained to her about the outside world and how this brilliant ice made my eyes ache. Then to my surprise she took one of the diamonds from her hair and gave it to me. To remember our palace, she said. Suddenly that strange feeling I had expe- rienced before came over me again and in- voluntarily I closed my eyes. There was that same moment of intense cold, and I opened my eyes to find myself once more on the ship ' s deck. But I had not been dreaming for in my hand I held that priceless jewel, the diamond from the glorious ice-queen ' s hair. EMILY SMITH, ' 25. 11 ECONOMIC CONDITIONS The economic conditions of this country will be bettered this year. During the recent pe- riod of depression, business conditions went to about one hundred and fifty points below normal and now they are about fifteen points above and climbing. Whenever business con- ditions go either above or below normal, there is a reaction ; the more acute the prosperity or the depression, the greater the reaction. About all lines of business have shown im- provement, the only thing holding back pros- perity being the coal strike. There is a large consumption of goods and a corresponding increase in production. The borrowing of money has increased, and this, by the way, is one of the reasons for artificia l prosperity Business men, especially in new businesses, borrow money and list it as cash on hand or an asset when it really should be a liabil- ity. This period of prosperity will probably last for several years, but is sure to lie followed by a reaction or a period of depression. This must be guarded against. WESLEY W. PHINNEY, ' 23. HOW IS THE MATERIAL CHOSEN FOR THE DEBATER ? Many persons wonder how the material which is found in the Debater is acquired. It is compulsory in the Senior Class that eve.ry member write sojnething for their school paper. Why not? It is only fair that each individual do his part toward making his paper a success, since the Debater is edited by the Senior Class. The Seniors, however, are greatly aided by the other three classes. A certain day called Debater Day, is set aside by the English Department as the day on which material may be passed in for the Debater . Each divi- sion appoints a division editor, and to him go the papers of his division. He chooses what he believes to be the best, and these are grouped with the best from the other divi- sions. Then all the papers are passed to the editor-in-chief, who selects the best for the Debater . MILDRED FOLEY, ' 23. ness, is melting the snow and making it drip from the houses and trees. Now and then is heard the sound of cracking as the huge ici- cles that have been hanging from the roofs, begin to melt and fall to the ground. Huge piles of snow that have collected on roofs be- gin to slide off and fall with a loud noise. People, walking along through the melting ice and snow, make a lot of noise and soon the clean, white snow forms into a substance that looks almost like sand. Many comments are heard about the beau- tiful weather and many predictions are made about the coming of spring. It is the next day. But, such a difference! During the night the wind began to blow- with fury; the sky was covered with cold gray clouds, and before morning a real blizzard had come up. The melting snow and ice of yes- terday is today frozen hard. Great icicles have again formed on the houses, and the snow :s blowing and drifting everywhere. The few persons who venture out are going along with great difficulty against the wind and snow. At the railroad station is a group of people who are standing around, blowing on their fingers and stamping their feet. Yesterday this same group had commented on the love- ly weather, and had decided that spring would soon arrive. Today, not a person speaks about the coming of spring, as each waits around in the cold for a train which is al- ready many minutes late. What a contrast between two February days, one following the other! MARGARET MURPHY, ' 23. TWO WINTER DAYS It is a bright clear day in the latter part of February. Overhead the sky is a bright blue and the sun, shilling with a dazzling bright- AT SIGHT OF THE FLAG Crowds had gathered on the streets and in the park, waiting for the parade. Finally the band was heard far down the street, and those who had waited until the last minute hur- riedly sought places on the sidelines. Among these were half a dozen boys who, in their excitement, passed by one of their best friends —a Grand Army man whom they knew as Captain. Hello, boys! The cheery old voice rose above the noise and babble. Smiles quickly lighted up their faces for they always wel- comed their friend ' s appearance. They quick- ly took their places beside the Captain and were soon craning their necks to see every part of the parade. As the Hag passed by. Heating proudly in the warm sunlight, the boys stood at attention and saluted. The elderly man noted this witli 12 approval, for it was lie who, l y his frequent talks to these same boys about the flag, had aroused in them the great respect and love which they showed to the Stars and Stripes. When the long line of marchers had passed and the excitement had subsided, the boys dropped down on the settee beside the Captain with shining faces. lie began as though this pari of the program had been carefully planned beforehand. Well, boys, our flag did look fine waving so proudly, didn ' t it? When you see that bight you feel as though you never could tie the flag in a knot, or festoon it over a door. For that sort of thing bunting can be used just as well. The flag should not be spread over a speaker ' s table at rallies and such, and a pitcher of water or a book laid on it. It is most disrespectful. And there ' s another thing, don ' t ever use a flag that is failed or worn out. That should be burned with all respect. The sky was taking on the golden color and the red sun sank lower toward the purple hills. Now, I want you to watch them take in that flag over there. When they put it up this morning they hoisted it very quickly and they unfurled it first. But see how slowly they are taking it in. It is put up and taken in like that every day. You know that they are only allowed to keep the flag up day and night on three buildings in the country— the east and west fronts of the National Capitol and the House of Representatives and Senate Office Buildings. He had slowly risen to his feet and now he left the boys, knowing still more of their flap than he had hitherto told them. GRACE WEDTFELDT, ' 24. THE GHOST It was the hottest day, of the hottest month of the hottest summer on record. The bay, as smooth as a mirror, reflected the sun in cruel, blinding flashes. The sun-baked rocks were hot as stove lids, the parched lawns fair- ly sizzled under the fierce rays of the sun, and the thermometer climbed ambitiously. On the hotel veranda two young men were wiling away the long, sultry afternoon with the aid of iced drinks, palm leaf fans, and thrilling local ghost stories. There may be such things as spirits and there may not be, declared the first with some heat, but you can ' t tell me that Hob- son ' s woods are haunted. That ' s what I said, answered the second calmly. If it wasn ' t so hot, returned the first lazily, I would make you see the error of your ways, but what ' s the use of arguing in this weather. Are you going to the dance to- night? And the subject of unquiet spirits was dropped. After such a day of heat a thunder storm almost inevitable. As the young man, who had so vehemently declared himself against ghosts, returned homeward late at night, the first approaches of the storm were evident. Thick, black clouds scudding before a fitful breeze, partially veiled the moon, (lashes of heat lightning shed an uncanny radiance on the landscape, and muffled rum blings of thunder could be heard in the (lis tance. Across his path lay Hobson ' s woods. Just a tiny strip of trees; only a few yards of dwarfed willows and alderberry bushes, bor- dering on a swamp. But after the conversa- tion of the afternoon it was just large enough and just shadowy enough to make him feel creepy. He had gone only a few steps into the woods when there seemed to float before his startled eyes a tall (igure clothed from head to foot in a flowing white robe, the con- vent ional ghostly style. Our hero considered himself a brave man, but when the apparition raised a long flowing arm and pointed an accusing finger at him, his hair of its own accord stood at attention on his head, his stomach lay down and died, and his knees rattled merrily together. With a shriek and a bound which would have done credit to an agitated kangaroo, he fled, nor did he stop until he reached the room which he shared with his chum, locked the door and fortified it with an arm chair, and three pairs of shoes. Still trembling, he sank upon the bed, and when his excitement had subsided somewhat, he noticed that something had happened to that prosaic piece of furniture. Whereas, when he had left the room a few hours before, it had stood in white perfection, it now pos- sessed not a single sheet. As he stared in bewilderment a great light dawned upon him, a bright revealing light. Reaching under the bed, he produced a stout pair of boxing gloves. Slipping them on, he crossed the room and crouched in a waiting position near the door. A gleeful expression played across his face. Now, he muttered, ominously, we ' ll lay that ghost! EVALINA IV ANY, ' 24. 13 THE STUDENT COUNCIL THE ROBIN ' S SONG There are many who arc curious to know the composition, the advantages, and the duties of the student council. As a member of this council, I will endeavor to answer these ques- tions. As the student council now stands, it has six members, three from the senior class, two from the junior class, and one from the sophomore class. The freshmen are not rep- resented, and I think this is a, serious defect. For why should they abide by the decisions of the council and co-operate with it if they are not represented! The success of the coun- cil depends upon the co-operation of the en- tire student body. The council will have many duties to per- form daily. They will supervise the traffic and take charge of the lunch counter, ap- pointing many helpers if necessary. In addi- tion, they will have charge of the cleanliness of the school, seeing that the desks are not damaged or scratched; that waste paper is put in its proper place, the waste basket. However, these are not the only duties the council will assume in the school. It will maintain harmony among the student body. In the library, the council must see that no books are abused or unnecessary noise is made. As it is readily seen, the student council has many duties to perform within the school. The student council has many duties out- side the school. It will take care of the cheering squads on the athletic field; it will see that there is no conflict of dates of the school ' s events; that (he school is represented by ideal students; also that the athletes con- sider the school first. It is no easy job to be on the student council. The advantages of the student council are many. It will be used as a channel to bring ideas of the student body before the faculty; the faculty will be able easily to obtain the opinion of the student body when needed Above all, the students will take more re- sponsibility on their shoulders abo ' ut the school and its events, for the more responsi bility given to young people, the higher standard they set for themselves. We shall never be able to achieve the highest results without the union and the eo operation of the entire student body. United we stand; divid- ed we fall. ALLEN DRUGAN, ' 24. Oh, tell me a sound in the world so sweet, on a dull and dreary day, When there is gloom outside and gloom with- in, and the earth is far from gay; As the sound of the new-coming Red-breast, singing his cheerful tune, As he flies about from tree to tree, driving away the gloom. Oh, that happy trill of a song as fresh as the drops that clear the air, Brings joy to our hearts, and drives from our souls the gloom that rested there. And, we bless the bird as he cheers us on to study, to work, or play, For the joy and hope, in his cheerful note turns darkness into day. ANNA IIAYDEN, ' 23. THE HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY The music started slowly, with a majestic sort of air, And I could see the crimson grandeur of the sunset over there; I could see the band of gypsies before the gleaming fire, Who were laughing, chatting, singing in their gaudy gay attire, With their dark and passionate faces, and their tawdry tinsel bright, Their graceful haunting witchery all blended with the night. Their song was full of mystery, of mad and fiery passion, It was thrilling and triumphant in a, wild al luring fashion; Thus the pathos and the gaiety of the old Rou- manian Gypsy Was revealed with wondrous beauty in Lis .t ' s Second Hungarian Rhapsody. DORIS FROST, ' 24. A SUMMER NIGHT What is so fair as a sumnier ' s night When all is (piiet and still; When the moon sheds its golden rays of light Over meadows, mountains, and hills; When all human kin are fast asleep And not a sound is heard Except, now and then, the rustle of t Or the hoot of the owl, the wise night DOROTHY IIARNDKN, roes bird. 14 E o fe ■ no -a .•- M ' H « - £ -7 ■ cc - f — H a 5 o - — U M fc TO ' Ms H g) • 9 3 3 W ° § cr 1 HP 3- s 2 p sb i nj ►- en 2: Q M - = - E. 5- W M £- - X ' CO W M g H r THE YOUTH OF TODAY During the past year, prominent men and women have shown much concern about the future of the Youth of America. The general opinion seems to be that the hoys and girls of today are thoughtless, selfish, and pleasure- loving, that they do not appreciate the efforts of their parents to educate them, and that they will fail to uphold the principles upon which our country was founded. The Debater does not think that this opin- ion is (piite fair. In the first place, youth has always been thoughtless. This is a fault, of course, and commonly causes disaster, but it is a fault which is no more apparent now than it ever was. It is true that the majority of young people would rather go to a dance or a moving-picture show than to a lecture, but so would the young people of yes- terday, if they had been given the opportu- nity. They did not indulge in pleasures such as movie shows and automobile rides, simply because these forms of pleasure did not exist. Every youth partakes of the pastimes of his day. I do not think that there is any danger of his becoming a slave to those pleas- ures, because I think that he will learn to enjoy them just as people all through the ages have become accustomed to the particular pleasures of each age. Secondly, the youth of today is more serious than he appears. Nearly every boy and girl, no matter how mirth-loving he or she may be, has an ambition to be somebody in the world. That these ambitions are not idle dreams, and that these youths, in all probability, will make a success of their lives, is proved by the pres- ent records of scholarship in the schools and colleges. Never have the standards been so high as they are now. T. repeat it, I am confident that the Amer- ican Youth of Today will come out on top. K. C. Lest our readers will not fully appreciate our cover design and the desigits for the cuts placed at the head of the different depart- ments, we will give a brief explanation of them. If the reader examines the cover care- fully, he will find that the unit used is a con ventionalized form of the Mayflower, and that the unit of each of the other designs is also a conventionalized flower form. This gives us the key to the theme of all the designs used, namely, the state flowers of the New England states. The state flower of Massachusetts is the Mayflower and is, therefore, the form used for -the cover design. Most of us are familiar with the delicate trailing arbutus with its evergreen leaves, bristling shoots, and clusters of fragrant rose-colored or white blossoms. This plant is found most often in the sandy or rocky soil of the western part of the state and of Cape Cod. An examination of the cut at the head of the Editorial Department will reveal a. conven- tionalized forml of the violet, the state flower of Rhode Island. Perhaps no flower is a more general favorite than the modest, fragrant violet, which comes in the early spring, be- fore other flowers have appeared. The clover is used in the design at the head of the Alumni Department. In flower lan- guage it means, think of me and is, there- fore, very appropriate in this place. The clover is the state flower of Vermont. It is not generally known, I think, that this flower was the badge of the Second Corps, in the Army of the Potomac, in the Civil War. A little farther on we find the members of 15 the High School Battalion marching down the page with the Pine Cone, the state flower of Maine, at their head. The pine is a stately tree and worthy to be a leader. Who does not recall the story of Daphne and Apollo, and the slender graceful laurel tree that sprang up in the path of Apollo in his mad pursuit of Daphne; and the laurel wreaths, which, since that day, have crowned the heads of heroes? If you do recall this pretty story, you will not be surprised to find the Mountain Laurel, the state flower of Con- necticut, at the head of our Athletic Depart- ment. All honor to the boys who played the game even in the hour of defeat. Last, but not least, we have the lilac, the state flower of New Hampshire, at the head of our Joke Department. This flower has a very interesting history. It is a native of the north- ern part of Persia. From there it was carried to Vienna in the latter half of the sixteenth century. Later it was taken into England, and from there it was brought to America by the Puritans, who, while fighting Indians, and clearing away forests, found time to plant lilac bushes beside the kitchen door. K. BABR, ' 23-. own, there will be less temptation to careless work. K. C. HONESTY IN THE SCHOOL The mysterious disappearance of articles from desks in this High School makes us won- der if there are some among us who do not recognize that honesty is the best policy. Of course, the use of one desk by two or more pupils has caused these pupils to look upon the contents of the desk as common property, which they have every right to use at their convenience. Many students fail to realize that, to use the book reports of their friends, or to bor- row their classmate ' s translations, or to copy the shark ' s Algebra problem is dishonest. Perhaps a higher mark is obtained at the time, but no real benefit is derived from copying. If some of the pupils of the High School would spend all their available time in real, honest concentration on lessons, instead of lazily depending upon the misplaced generos- ity of a more industrious fellow student, their scholarship would be greatly improved. However, we are glad to state that this criticism applies to a comparatively small number of pupils. Most are doing honest work. When we are settled in our New High School, each with a desk and locker of his NO SENIOR PARTY For the first time in many years, the Sen- iors did not have their annual dance, for well-known reasons, which it is not necessary to discuss. This punishment, for it was in- deed a punishment, whether merited or not, certainly taught a lesson to everyone, and especially to those w T ho bear the blame. It is easy to see that it is unfair for a few, in a moment of fun, to deliberately rob their class of one of its greatest pleasures. Doubt- less, thoughtlessness was the chief fault of those who broke the rule. However, it is hard to excuse thoughtlessness i a matter which concerns the whole class. K. C. OUR EASTER OFFERING Word has come from France of a little orphan boy, by the name of Louis Viens, who is much in need of help, and the pupils of the Wakefield High School propose to send their Easter offering this year to him. Louis ' s father was a postman, who died from exposure during the war. Louis ' s mother died soon after. He is the youngest of eight children. His brothers and sisters have taken positions as servants, and are doing what they can to support themselves and him. The French Government gives Louis five hundred and seventy-five francs a year, which hardly pays for his food and clothes. The money sent by the boys and girls of Wakefield will bring a great ileal of pleasure into a lonely little boy ' s life. K. C. A GIFT OF BOOKS Mrs. Samuel K. Hamilton, widow of the late Samuel K. Hamilton, for many years an linn ored citizen of the town, has presented the Charles II. Howe Memorial Library with a part of her late husband ' s library. It was Mrs. Hamilton ' s wish that the books be divid- ed between the Wakefield High School and The High School of Waterboro, Maine. Mr. Hamilton ' s native town. The task of dividing the books was given to Miss Ingram, head of our English Department, with the understand ing that Wakefield should receive the larger part. This collection, numbering at least ii e 16 hundred volumes, covers a wide range of subjects, but is especially rich in literature and history. It is to be known as the Samuel K. Hamilton Memorial Collection.. A design for a book-plate, which will be placed in each volume, is being made. Tim collection, together with other generous gifts from citizens of the town, will form the nu cleus of an unusual reference library for a high school. THE DEBATE Because of the crowded conditions in the Old High School, many school societies, in- cluding the debating clubs, have been discon- tinued. As soon as we enter the New High School, however, we plan to have a debate. The question to be discussed is. Resolved ; that the United States should enter the League of Nations. The affirmative will be upheld by Gordon Miller and Mabel Perry; the nega- tive by George Flint and Anna Hayden. The debate will probably take place in the auditorium of the new high school. There is some talk of judging the debate according to the method used at Oxford, England. Those of the audience who vote for the affirmative, leaving the auditorium at one door, and those voting for the negative, leaving at another door. K. C. WATER SPORTS FOR W. H. S.? In keeping with the plans being laid for the encouragement of winter sports in Wake- field, might come the adoption of some water sports by the members of W. H. S. Many ideas for sponsoring winter sports have been advanced, now why not go a step farther and have some summer sports as well as winter ones, and make the lake a recreation ground for all seasons of the year? This would make an ideal spot for water sports such as shell racing and swimming, so why not organ- ize a crew and perhaps a swimming team among some of the nautically inclined mem- bers of our school? This would probably be the first High School in this section to have anything of the sort, and it would undoubted ly go big if given the proper support. If started, other schools would fall in line, and a new and interesting sport would be intro- duced, which would train athletes for the col- lege crews. It would not entail any great expense, and not necessitate very much equip- ment, so why not? H. K. M. CHANGES OF TEACHERS Last June two teachers resigned, Miss Frost and Miss Menard, and in September three new teachers were added to the faculty: Miss Lillian Hurley, teacher of Spanish and French; Miss Harriet Mason, teacher of French, and Miss Mildred Jones, teacher of Domestic Science. Miss Chloe Cousins, who came last spring to succeed Miss Hester Sharkey as teacher of Spanish, was trans ferred to the afternoon classes, and teaches English and Civics. Miss Harriet Sweetser was transferred to the morning classes and teaches sophomore and junior English. She also has charge of the rhetorieals. K. C. We congratulate The Booster on its suc- cess as an all round athletic paper. It proves that school spirit in Wakefield High School is far from dead. The editors thank all those who have helped to make the Debater a success. SPRING Do you ever in tlie spring, When you hear the robin sinjj. Wish that you might go and stray, Jn the woodland far away, — Far away from school and books, Lie beside the babbling brooks, Watch the bluebird on the wing, Hear your own heart joyous sing? Oh! the happiness of the spring, And the happy hours it brings! FRANCES DORAN, ' 26. MORNING AND AFTERNOON The hours are long in the morning With their skies and hopes so bright, But here is a word of warning, They are short along toward night. So if there ' s a task you wish to do Oh, get at your work right soon, For a morning hour is well worth two That comes in the afternoon. DOROTHY HOPKLNS, ' 25. 17 DID ALUMNI NOTES HELEN E CORBET - I9.H Elizabeth Aehorn IiUcien Adams Albert Anderson Anna Anderson George Barron Robert Batten Rhoda Bradley Margaret Bueknam Gertrude Butler Mary Butler Helena Callahan Alfred Cieri George Cole, Jr. Helen Cooper Margaret Corbet Edward Corcoran Francis Corcoran James Coughlin James Crosby Rachel Crocker Thelma Crouse Lloyd Cutter Ernest Dade Lillian Daly Fred DeMarco Helen F. Dennehy Charles Dinan Harriet Dolbeare Katherine Foley Myrton Fuller Arlene Gardner Nellie Garland Madeline Gould Fred Grant Fannie Greene George Hall Hazel Hardacker N. E. Life Ins. Co. Northeastern Univ. Wentworth Institute E. Butterworth Co. Lie. Boston University Central Copper Post Graduate Home Savings Bank At home Post Graduate Win. Filene ' s Sons Co. Bentley School of Ac- counting Norwich University T. E. Tower Co. Salem Normal School Bentley School of Ac- counting Boston College B. M. Railroad B. M. Railroad U. S. Trust Co. Academy of Speech Arts W. F. Sch ra (ft Sons lla.vden Stone, Brokers At home Modern Priscilla Burdetl Business Col- lege Post Graduate MacDuffee Sc ] Sweeney, Lynes Co. 1 ' osf Graduate Sargenl School l (is Pond Katherine Gibb ' s School of Secretarial Science Firemen ' s Fund Ens. Co. New School of Design Miller Piano Company Fire Ins. Stamp. Office Hilda. Hayden Breta Ueurlin Edna Hutchins William Ingerton Mark Ireland, Jr. Thomas Jazukawiz Helen Jones Hilda Jordan Learning Kalaher Selena Kalaher Albert Kelloway Muriel Kingston Janey Lanen Ernest Lanzillo Lillian LeFave Harry Lepore Florence Levino Frances MacKay John Maroney Walter Mason Mabel Maxim Alice McEvoy Edward McManamin John McPartland Pauline Meads Vera Moulton William Mullen Mary Murphy Roger Muse Arthur Nash Ellen Nicholson Rose O ' Neil Hazel Packard Greta Palmer Salem Normal School Boston University Leland Leland, Lawyers Winshi]), Boit Co. Univ. of Michigan N. H. State College Homeopathic Hospital Public. Stenographer Bentley School of Ac- counting Winship, Boit Co. P.. M. Law Dept. Katherine Gibb ' s School of Secretarial Sciem e Posse School Bentley School of Ac count ing Bourdon ' s Studio Boston Window Frame Co. N. V. Life Ins. Co. W. Porter Co. Ins. Champagne ' s Furniture Wentworth Institute Northeastern Mutual Pile Insurance Cornhill Pub. Co. Northeastern Univ. Municipal Light i 1 Municipal Light Office Salem Normal School Boston College American Peed Wil- low Federal Reserve Bank M. 1. T. Eastern Mass. Kv. Co. Melrose Trust r,,. Knox Lumbei Co. X. E. Con. of Music 18 living Patterson Leslie Payzant Mary Rathe Herman Robinson Robert Rourke Gladys Russell Lillian Salvati Walter Seaward Pauline Shumway Lillia Sidney Arthur Smith Mendel Smith John Stud ley Dennis Sullivan Alan Sweetser Daniel Talbot Olga Titer Henry Tyler Kenneth Vint Frederick Ward Nellie Walsh Helen Willey Natalie Willey Mary Wipperman Consolidated Rend. Co. Burdett Business Col- lege Winship, Boit Co. Wentworth Institute Burdett Business Col- lege Burdett Business Col- lege T. Noonan Co. At home American Radiator Co. Mass. Normal Art Wentworth Institute Bentley School of Ac- counting Tufts College Lent ley School of Ac- count] ag Exeter Academy Heywood- Wakefield Co. B. U. Secretarial Science Simplex Wire Cable Co. Lost Graduate Heywood-Wakefield Co. American Reed Wil- low Evans Shoe Co. United Rivet Co. C. C. Harvey Co. M. A. F. ' •The Radiator, Somerville II. S., Somer- ille, Mass. The Item, Dorchester II. S., Dorchester, Mass. EXCHANGES The Debater wishes to acknowledge with thanks the following exchanges: Tufts Timepiece, Tufts College, Medford, Mass. The Palmer, Palmer 11. S., Palmer, Mas. Line and Cold, Maiden II. S., Maid su Mass. The Record, Boston English II. S., Boston, Mass. The Botolpliian, Boston College H. S., Boston, Mass. The Salemica, New Salem Academy, New Salem, Mass. The Authentic, Stoneham II. S., Stoneham, Mass. The Observer, Peabody II. S., Peabody. Mass. The Boston University Beacon, Boston University, Boston, Mass. The High School Herald, Westfield, Mass. COMMENTS Tufts Timepiece — You have a fine paper. Your joke department is especially good. The Palmer — Your literary department is well worked out, also your Exchange Column. Blue and Gold — You have a fine weekly paper, which contains a variety of articles. The Record — We enjoy The Record very much. It is an excellent all around paper, containing good cuts. The Lotolphian — Your Christmas Number was certainly good, showing much hard work and careful preparation. The Salemica — Is a very interesting littld paper. The Authentic — A very good paper; how- ever, a few cuts would be an improvement. The Observer — You have a literary de- partment that is especially fine. Your Class Notes are also good. The Boston University Beacon — A fi ie literary magazine published once a month. Some of the poems are excellent and possess real merit. The High School Herald — Your paper would be improved if there were a few cuts You have an interesting Exchange Column. The Radiator — A well-arranged paper. Student Life at various Colleges, in your February number, was interesting. The Item — The Item contains good arti- cles and jokes, and is full of school spirit. EXCHANGE EDITOR DAY The sun arose in bright array, And Hooded lake and hill ; Mysterious rustlings filled the wood, A moment before so still. The woodmouse crept from under his leaf, The squirrel peeped from his tree; The birds poured forth their joyous song, Eilling the air with glee. And when the sun had sunk again, Withdrawing his last red ray, The wood with silence was filled, except When Hushwing who-hoo-d for his prey. CATHERINE CLARK, ' 23. 19 THE OFFICERS ' PARTY THE SENIOR PLAY ' The Officers ' Party was held in the Town Hall on December 29, 1922, and was a great success. The matrons were Mrs. L. L. McMaster, Mrs. J. R. King, Mrs. J. Talbot, Mrs. ( ' . T, Phinney, and Mrs. E. J. Clarke. Major L. Leslie McMaster, Jr., and Miss Helen Corbet led the grand march, the other Wakefield officers and their partners follow- ing according to their rank. Officers from Gloucester, Woburn, and Stoneham were also present. The Elimination Dance was won by Miss Ruth Murkland and Mr. Donald Bartlett. Earle Brown ' s Colored Orchestra furnished the music and dancing was enjoyed until mid- night. The furniture used was loaned by the Amer- ican Reed Willow Co. Major L. Leslie McMaster, Jr., was the floor director and had as his aids the other officers of the Wakefield Battalion. LORRAINE SEAYEY, Social Editor, ' 23. THE JUNIOR PARTY The Junior Party is to take place on April 13, 1923, in the Town Hall and will be the last party given by the High School pupils to be held in that place. Frankie Ward ' s Orchestra has been engaged for the dancing which will take place from 8.00 to 12. p.m. The matrons will be Mrs. T. II. Ward, Mrs. V A. Roach, Mrs. J. Drugan, Mrs. Ida Farr Miller, and Miss A. Irene Goddard. The committee in charge includes Edward Ward, chairman; with Alice Hall, Doris Brew- er, Olive Morrison, Helen Hackett, Gladys Dag- nino, Helen Corbet, Arlene Muse, Lawrence Martin, Ross Roach, Allen Drugan, Clyde Tyler, Joseph Farushites, and Lawrence Floyd, as aides. During the intermission an entertainment will be given featuring Miss Doris Frost, our talented pianist, Miss Charlotte Chamberlain, a fancy dancer, and the two little Bobbins children, who are well known in Wakefield. The dances are to be given appropriate names, and two prizes are to be given to I lie winners of the Elimination Dance. The decorations will consist of the class colors, and a sign bearing the words Class of 1924 will be suspended over the stage. L. S. Mice and Men, a romantic-comedy in four acts, is to be presented by members of the Senior Class, in the High School Auditorium, at the opening of the new building. The play is under the direction of Miss Harriet Sweet- ser, a member of the High School Faculty. The mus ic will be provided by the High School Orchestra, under the direction of Mr. C. Albert Jones. Everything indicates that the play will be a great success. MARY GOODALE, ' 23. Social Editor. THE TRAVELER 1 met a traveler from a foreign land, He came to me with outstretched hand, Money, food, and clothes he begged of me, I told him in answer to his pleas, That holiest labor witli his hands Would soon reward his just demands. Again this traveler came to me, His eyes were filled with joy and glee. For he had earned his just demands, By putting to use his mind and hands. Now this advice is good for all, The young, the old, the great, the small. K. M. JAKEMAN, ' 25. AN ENCHANTED BOAT My soul is an enchanted boat, Confined by no castle moat, Free to journey the whole world o ' er, Propelled by the fancies of my mind for an oar. At my will I am carried afar To Iceland, Paris, or Africa ; Weary 1 stop to rest. In the shade of the palace of Bucharest. The charms of Venice beckon us there, We drift along, we know not where; Palace and prison alike we see, Although we prefer our own country. No storms mar our voyage, The waters all are calm ; Good luck follows always, We meet with no harm. PAULINE PETERSON, 25 20 A NIGHT WITH A WOLF A True Story In Poland, the cattle feed in the swamps of the forests by night as well as by day, with a man to look after them. A certain man had been watching his horses one night when it began to rain and the air grew very chilly. Being many miles from any house, he was forced to take shelter in a small hole and cover himself with his extra coats. The night was very dark. Soon he heard clearly the sound of footsteps. lie knew by the sound that a four-footed -animal was ap proaching. He thought it was a dog. But no! a dog does not walk with such a gradual, slow step. His terror increased, lie felt of the long, hard rubber stick that he held in his hand. The stick could bend, Imt could not break. When the animal was a few feet away from him, lie held his breath, for he knew it was a wolf that had come for a horse. He knew he must kill the wolf in order to save him- self and his horses, but that was not an easy thing to do without a, gun. The wolf came near the hole. The man ' s mind ran in many ways as to what he should do, for the wolf might step on him and then there would lie no more hope of escape. The beasl now passed near the hole with his back to the man. With his mind made up, the man gave one leap, grabbed the wolf by the tail, and beat him before the wolf had time to know what had happened. He tried to turn himself around and bite the man, but, as the wolf ' s neck is stiff, the man kept turning around still holding the wolf. This kept up for a long time. Finally the wolf was sei .ed with such fright that his stomach burst, so the man let him go. The wolf ran a short way and fell dead. Tin- man by his courage and cleverness, had saved himself and his property. ANNA KUKLINSKY. ' 26. Tt had a hoop skirt and many ruffles and puffs and a black velvet sash. She wore pantalets, with narrow black ribbon around the ankles, white stockings, and black slippers, laced with black ribbon, similar to our ballet slippers of today. Her bonnet was of white pressed straw, trimmed with pretty flowers, and her wrap was a black paisley cape trimmed with a black paisley fringe. Her hair was piled high at the back with three short curls at the side. She had dancing brown eyes and very white skin, with pink cheeks and bright lips. I think that she must have made a very pleasing picture as she sat there, holding tight to her little purse, and waiting eagerly for the sk ' ht of the familiar face of her lover. ARLINE SOULE, ' 26. MY GRANDMOTHER Imagine, if you can, a young girl of per- haps eighteen or nineteen, sitting all alone in an old-fashioned stage-coach, travelling from Prospect, Maine, to St. John, New Brunswick, to be married. It was during the Civil War, and the trav- elling was very dangerous, but this young girl ' s only thought was of her lover in a lum- ber camp at St. John. She was clothed in a pretty flowered dress. MY TRAVELS AROUND SHO- SHONE LAKE IN WYOMING My first surprise was to see in this big Wyoming desert, a large lake, but on look- ing in my guide book, I saw that this lake was not a. mirage, but a real one. Shoshone Lake is ten miles long and penned Up by a mere wedge of concrete between two rock walls tow- ering way above the dam itself. The road is rough, yet very good for this part of the country. It winds along un- der great overhanging rocks and cliffs, and again and again it goes through tunnels cut from the solid rock. Tourists who try to drive big house cars around the road ami through the tunnels are surprised to find the cars are usually bigger than the tunnels. The drivers are obliged to turn around and go back sixty or seventy miles to the nearest road around the gorge. The gorge itself is very interesting and it is also very dangerous, since on this narrow road two cars cannot pass, ami if they smash together either one or the other or both cars will fall into the river. This is my idea of the Colorado river on a small scale. When you look up at the dam itself and think of a few little facts about water pres sure and then think of the strength of men and concrete, it seems impossible that men have done this. Farther down, the gorge widens and every few miles or so a white sign points to some queer shape carved by water out of the rock, to which queer names are given, such as The Goose or Cameo Rock. All this carving was done centuries ago by the water that flowed through this canyon. ROBERT SANTOS, ' 20. 21 MUALlOn MOTES The battalion has made very rapid progress this year under the able instruction of Ser- geant Munroe. This is his third year with the battalion. A great deal of interest has been shown in the work this year. At the beginning of the year there were four companies, but it was thought advisable to reduce the battalion to three full companies. With the coming of spring, plans are un der way to carry the drill further than ever before. As soon as the common may be used, it is planned to have much more interesting work, which cannot be handled in the small hall of the armory. I wish to take this opportunity to thank the officers of the battalion for their splendid co-operation throughout the year. Battalion Roster: Staff: Major L. Leslie Mc Master, Adjutant Richard Mumfonl, Supply Officer Louis Meuse, Aid Ross Roach, Musician Lawrence Floyd, Supply Sgt. Kenneth Hunt. A Company: Capt. William King, 1st Lieut. Ernest Clarke, 1st Lieut. Edward Homer, 2nd Lieut. Radcliffe Morrill, 1st Sgt. R. Sher- man, Sgt. North, Sgt. Lie, Sgt. Council, Sgt. Clough, Corp. Finney, Corp. Homer, Corp. Amiro, Corp. Clarke. R. Company: Capt. Edmund Talbot, 1st Lieut. Hayward Mann, 1st Lieut. Joseph Yaru- shites, 2nd Lieut. Adelbert .lakenia n, 1st Sgt. P. Magnit .ky, Sgt. Hale, Sgt. McTeague, Sgt. Doucette, Sgt. Bayrd, Sgt. Alden, Corp. Millar, Corp. Tounge, Corp. Halloran, Corp. Walsh. C. Company: Capt. Wesley Phinney, 1st Lieut. Lawrence Martin, 2nd Lieut. Edward Ward, 1st Sgt. E. Eaton, Sgt. Tracy, Sgt. Hade, S-t. Nash, Sgt. Rich, Corp. Moulton, Corp. Learoyd, Corp. Arnold, Corp. Smith, Corp. O ' Connell. MAJOR McMASTER. THE BATTALION I Hark! what Cometh down the street. ' The rolling of drums, the tramping of feet, A shout is raised as they go by, Tis the boys ' battalion of Wakefield High. ir Boys of all si .es, thin or fat, Come, if you want, we don ' t care a hat; Come, if you wish, but don ' t expect fun In lugging around a twelve-pound gun. Ill In their lead struts the sergeant bold Proudly displaying his medals of gold; The corporal next in his uniform neat. Tags along at the sergeant ' s feet. rv Now come the buglers, large and small, Then the battalion last of all; We raise a shovt thai hits the sky ' ' Tis the boys ' battalion of Wakefield High. SEBVT8S WAV, ' 25. Mr. Dowel ' s watchchain, while he was giv- illg a lecture on economics, suddenly broke. Babb (pointing at chain ): Your watch chain is broken. Mr. Dowel ' (with humor): You must not break my chain of t bought Two ways nf receiving a diploma: The fac- ulty of working, and the working of the fac ulty. .McMastcr: Say, Whacky, do you know Lenoir . ' Morrill: Sure, he and I sleep in the same French class, 23 ar s q UKA I 2 X. 3« $7 y % «-%L OT ' ' r|%l ' iff W -CI H = J B o 03 g E- a O = . o w ' be 3 jz 5 EH ,S I +3 O ,5 X - 1 - s EH X w I E-i o fi a o o • ? o - I 9 CO I LI % % g 3 r Z r m £ H W o ' fe do C-  h3 a - o W UAROLO CLOUQH-m FOOTBALL 1922 Football candidates were called out Sep- tember 13, by Conch Dower. Thirty-three candidates reported and prospects looked bright for a good team. The veterans out were, Ed Talbot, Rob Hall, James Fitz- gerald, Larry Martin, Paul Cronin, and Sidney. A talk was given by Coach Dower and the rule relative to the goal from touch- down whereby the ball can be either carried, kicked, or passed over the goal for the point was explained. The first game was played on the Park, Saturday, September 30, with Hyde Park. Wakefield was outweighed, but put up a good fight. The score was Hyde Park f , Wakefield High 0. The next game was played with Essex Ag- gies at Danvers. The score was Wakefield High 12, Essex Aggies 0. The next game was played at Winchester against the strong Winchester team. A series of bad breaks let Winchester score in the first quarter. Wakefield played fairly well in the second quarter and held them to a single score making it 14 to 0. In the sec- ond half, however, the team went to pieces, no tackling, no headwork, no interference, The only man playing his usual game was Joe Paon, who made two out of every three tackles and caused much surprise and amuse- ment to the spectators by stopping men who outweighed him by fifty pounds. Wakefield was also without its regular tackles in this game. It was unfortunate that Winchester, after completing a most successful season, was obliged to forfeit the championship be- cause Winer, Winchester ' s star player, was ineligible to represent the school. Score, Winchester 33, Wakefield 0. Wakefield next met Watertown High on the park. Wakefield, as usual, was much out- weighed, but displayed much pep and fight, staging a complete comeback. Watertown was held to three first ' downs in the entire game. This game put Wakefield into third posi- tion in the Mystic Valley League. Score, Wakefield 6, Watertown 0. Unfortunately this game had to be forfeited because of a misunderstanding of the rules. Monday Malonson was allowed to play after he had been to school two months, whereas the rule requires three. Coacli Dower discov- ered this mistake and out of fairness to Water- town gave them notice of the forfeiture. .lust as prospects looked bright for a suc- cessful finish a blow struck the team. Six regular players were forced to drop from tt.c team because of difficulties with studies. This left a team of fourteen members. Coach Dower was willing to go through the season and so were the members left on the team, so with Mr. Peterson ' s consent it was decided to finish the season regardless of what fume. The improvised team next met Melrose, the heaviest team in the league. Score, Melrose 2(5, Wakefield 0. Wakefield ' s next game was with Woburn High at Woburn, Armistice Day. Score, Wo- burn 34, Wakefield 0. Wakefield next staged a come-back and held the strong Lowell High team to a 3 to score. Fourteen men represented Wakefield, while forty-three represented Lowell. Wakefield ' s last game of the season was with Lexington High at Lexington. This game was the first of a series of three games played and won by Lexington. Score, Lexington 27, Wakefield 0. For the boys who finished the season, there 23 can be nothing but praise. They took what- ever came, including razzes from their school- mates, but stuck it out. Eliot demons, playing end, was one of the best ends the school has ever had. He is a small fellow, but he got his biggest oppo- nent. He showed the right spirit by prac- tising before he was eligible. We all wish him the best of success at Huntington. All the players finishing the season were awarded letters. For next year ' s team there will be: Capt. Martin, Tracy, Campbell, Task- er, Finney, and North. Manager Hubbard de- serves much credit for his excellent work, lie left nothing undone which would aid the play- era and was a good supporter. Much credit should be given Mr. Dower for his good work. In a season which would have discouraged many coaches he kept right on. There was nothing he would not do to benefit the team. The following girls showed a good spirit by selling tags: Miss White, Miss Gersinovitch, Miss Corbet, Miss Preston, Miss Dagnino, Miss La Blanc, and Miss Abbott. The team will lose Capt, King, Ed Talbot, Joe Paon, John Galvin, Sidney, Donovan, and Cronin by graduation. It is hoped that this year ' s team has shown what will happen when a poor spirit is de- veloped among certain of the supposed-to-be- star players. CAPT. KINO. In the above article it will be noticed that Capt. King made no mention of his own excel- lent work. King made a great leader. lie was very popular and a fine football player. King played at guard most of the year and certainly did some fine playing. He deserves all of the credit he received, and then some. K. D. B. RIFLE SHOOTING IN WAKE- FIELD During the last year, interest has sprung up amazingly in indoor shooting clubs. As one example, let us take the Winchester Junior Kifle Corps Unit of the local V. M. C. A., with which I am familiar. There lias been much curiosity concerning where they shoot. This is accomplished by making a portable backstop to catch the bul- lets, which is placed in the pit of one of the bowling alleys. A gym mat is placed fifty feet from the target, and from this they shoot. This is their second season, but at the firsi of the school year, they were shooting with little enthusiasm and no spirit to speak of so their average scores were very low. The first match that they shot was with another Wakefield Unit, the targets being sent to headquarters and the winners determined there. They won by a score of 434 to 411. Let me explain how shots are scored. Each unit is sent 40 match targets. Ten men may shoot four targets apiece, the five high- est counting. On each target, five shots are fired and counted five for bullseye, and four, three, and two as to the position of the shots, thereby making a possible score of 100 on the four targets for each man, and a possible 500 for the five highest members of the team. From this low score, the unit has continued to improve, until the first week in March, they turned in their first possible score, 500. This represents five men, each shooting a possible 100. Aside from matches, there are individual prizes for the fellows to win. Medals are offered, as in the army, starting with the pro marksman, and increasing in their require- ments through the marksman, sharpshooter, and expert rifleman. There are several expert riflemen in the unit, and it is; merely a ques tion of time before all the members will be. This is not the only club in town, as there is at least one other, W. J. E. C. unit, the one with whom we shot our first match. Our High School Battalion organized a team, and while at present it is in rather dormant state, there have been matches arranged with other battalions. HAYWAED K. MANN, ' 23. BASEBALL REPORT By J. J. D. The High School ' s hopes for a strong team on the diamond, are greatly weakened by the graduation of six of its last Spring players, namely: Ex-Capt. Maroney, D. Talbot, G. Hall, Coughlin, Haggerty and Jazz. The team had a fairly good season last Spring, winning nine out of sixteen games played and finishing third in the Mystic Valley League race. The outlook for the 1923 season is not exact ly bright as only five veterans are in school. They are Capt. Hull, E. Talbot, Malonson, Drugan, and Donovan. Hall, who did most of the pitching last Spring will leud the team this year, lie is one of the best schoolboy pitchers 24 in Greater Boston. Talbot, a veteran catcher, is a fine receiver and a strong batter. Ma- lonson is the only experienced infielder on the team. He is a good fielder and batter. Drugan, a last season ' s star in the outfield, is a great man with the stick. Among the large number of candidates who are trying for positions on the team are: Scan Ion, Galvin, Tyler, Tasker, Tracy, Cronin, Paon, Fitzgerald, and Seabury. Seanlon is a pitcher of great possibilities. Galvin, a south- paw, is another pitcher who ought to lie heard from. Tyler and Fitzgerald are good catch- ers. The rest of the candidates will fight it out for the different positions in the infield ami outfield. The summary of last year ' s games: Wakefield H. S, 5 Reading H. S. 4 Wakefield H. S. 19 Wakefield H. S. 3 Wakefield H. S. 6 Wakefield H. Si. 8 Wakefield IT. S. 4 Wakefield H. S. 8 Wakefield H. S. 6 Wakefield H. S. 7 Wakefield H. S. 3 Wakefield H. S. 13 Wakefield H. S. Belmont H.S. Brockton H. S. 9 Arlington H. S. 1 Watertown II. S. Winchester II. S. 3 B. C. High 9 Woburn H. S. 7 Melrose H. S. 2 Arlington II. S. Watertown H. S. 3 Winchester H. S. 9 (Forfeit) Melrose H. S. 11 Woburn H. S. 4 Newburyport U.S. 7 Haverhill H. S. 2 Donovan was an important clog in the last year ' s team. He is probably the smallest player in the Mystic Valley League, but op- ponents know how he can swing the stick. He was one of the leading batters, hitting for well over 300, and is a sure fielder. This is his last year in W. H. S. and it surely will be a good one. Everyone is backing Johnnie to the limit and much depends on him; when the season ' s grind begins. CAPT. HALL. Wakefield H. S. Wakefield H. S. Wakefield H. S. Wakefield H. S. SPRING The brook is running free from ice, The trees are budding new; The air is clear and cool and nice, While clouds there are but few. The snow is still behind the wall, Though nowhere else it stays; The spots of it are large and small, As snow must melt always. The shoots of green above the earth Show where the flowers will lie; The children seem so full of mirth It all impresses me. LOIS PARKS, ' 25. THE RACE it was a hot day in the summer. Near the race track thronged the crowd, The noise from the roaring engines Sounded clear and loud! A shot! Flashes of white and red dashed by, Their drivers grim and white, Number 5 held the lead, A dashing big red star. And number 13 slowly crawled and overtook the car! The very car the people thought, Would never win a race, But. a wiser person would have seen The hard lines on that driver ' s face. The last lap, the cars are approaching! The excitement is intense, And number 1 3 triumphant shoots By the winning fence! JOHN H. MeKENNY, ' 26. A BEACON Outside the wind was shrieking, It was a fearful night; We could hear no voices speaking, We saw only a ray of light. From the lighthouse it was glowing, Mr. White: The class will now name some Tliat cheering God-sent gleam, of the lower animals, starting with Fitz- Which kept, the men to their rowing gerald. The boat from the evil stream. Excited man (dashing into Bonney But- ton ' s ) to Anderson who is making a milk- shake: Are you a doctor? Anderson: No, but I ' m a fizz-ician. Like Beacons so might we be, Sending out a cheerful light To lead those adrift on, the Life-stream Back into the Channel of Right. FRANK MARSTON, ' 23. BE A BOOSTER It is easy enough to holler and find a lot of fault, And say that, this or that thing isn ' t worth its salt ; But when it comes to knocking the doings of the school, The kicker and the knocker, themselves they only fool. You not only have to criticize to run the old school clown, For there are those at school and some about the town, Who, instead of helping, are pulling, tugging back, Because they ' ve lost all interest, and spirit they do lack. I am only a Freshman, and High School work is new, But I have caught the spirit, and hope that you will, too; And if we pull together as other pupils used ta , Our townsfolk will be proud of the Wakefield High School Booster . GLADYS SHANAHAN, ' 20. NAUGHTY JOHNNY When Naughty Johnny starts for school, His mother says each day, Now hurry, or you will be late. Don ' t stop to fool or play. And Johnny means to be so good, But when he ' s in the street, There are so many things to see, So many friends to greet. He stops to have a snow-ball fight, Then in a dripping state lb ' runs with all his might to school, But always he is late. The teacher says, Now, Johnny Brown, You ought to know the rule; When boys cannot get here on time, I keep them after school. At home, at school, it ' s just the same, John simply can ' t be good; He ' s never where he ought to be, Or doing what he should. But he 7iiay change as years go by, And when he is a man, Perhaps he ' ll get to work on time. And do the best he can. AGNES GALVIN, ' 2 . JOYOUS DAYS The Winter ' s come with all its sport, The snow is sparkling bright, For cares and troubles we care not, Our spirits are so light. With skates and sleds we join our friends, Our minds on pleasure bent; We care not what old Jack Frost sends, With Life we are content. The wind may blow, the snow may fall, Our spirits only soar; And we but thank the God of all Who on us blessings pours. Each season has its pleasures fine, The Summer, Fall, and Spring, But give to me the Winter time, It ' s then I have my fling. T coast, I skate, I ski, I run, The happy hours go fast ; Oh, would that all could join the fun. As Winter ' s days fly past. Next comes the Spring, I like that, too, And Summer da3 r s are nice; The Autumn may bring joy to you. But give to me the ice. CHRISTINE CRABIEL,  25. THE DEW-DROP FAIRIES Dancing in the sunlight, Tripping through the dew, Clad in rainbow colors, Crimson, Golden, Blue. Lightly resting on the green, Then springing up anew, Painty little fairy folk, Who Arc You! We ' re the little dew-drop fairies W ' lio conic to real here through the night, Till Sunshine grows so warm we vanish On! Of Sighl ! GRACE COPELAND, ' 23. 26 MODERN MUSIC Modern music, contrary to the olden classics, does not follow certain sot rules, but follows freely the desires of the composer. Impressionistic is what one would call the music of today. On hearing a modern piece, you may shut your eyes and see the picture Very clearly, lint if you should analyze the music, you would find many discords, and yet, the discords make harmony. A modern painting ' , seen from a distance, gives you a beautiful and real impression. The butterflies seem to be lightly fluttering, yiiii can almost hear the murmur of tin bab- bling brook, but alas — it is all impression, for as you draw nearer it is only a blotch of colors, a dab of red here, a jjab of yellow there. And yet. the idea of the artist is skil- fully and artistically expressed. Take a modern poem, Smoke of Autumn I y ' ail Sandburg. Smoke of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen ami travel. The red west is stopped with a gray haze, They fill the ash-trees, they wrap the oaks, They make a long-tailed rider. In the pocket of the first, the earliest evening star. As you read, you get a, clear meaning of the poem. You understand exactly and imme- diately what, the author is saying; but as in the pain ting, and as in the music, when you scan the lines closely, there is little poetic beauty. Modern music is not being accepted by the public, in fact, it is being severely criticized, but the music of Schubert and Beethoven, and many of the other great artists, was not ac- cepted until a. century or more after it was written. France was the first country to feel the awakening. Debussy, then at the head of a musical school, attacked all Wagnerian art, which is very set and staid. Debussy had a character extremely French — capricious, poetic, and spirituelle , full of lively intelli- gence, heedless, independent, scattering new- ideas, criticizing the opinions of centuries, and loudly upholding only Bach, Mozart, and Weber. To quote this modern leader: We wish to have free speech in music — a sustained recitative, infinite variety, and, in short, com- plete liberty in musical utterance. We wish for the triumph of natural music, so that it shall be as free and full of movement as speech, and as plastic and rhythmic as a class- ical dance. All modern arts are becoming impression- istic. Is it. for better or for worse? is our question. We cannot tell, at least, not for many years. Ours is the beginning of a new epoch. Independency is our password. We have broken past, the Gate of Kales and Regula- tions, and opened the Door of Self-Expres- sion. There is no doubt that our music will be played and appreciated by our grandchildren, as we now play and appreciate Bach ' s and Schumann ' s music. Even now we are begin- ning to realize that our modern music is the music of the future. GLADYS DAGNINO, ' 24. UNE ETUDE J ' ai perdu ma bourse! O ' etait hier. Que fcrai-je. ' Je l ' ai cherchee partout ; dans mes poches, derriere la vase, mais je ne pouvais pas la trouver. Oh, comment j ' ai desire ces cerises! Et main tenant je ne peux pas les avoir. Ai je cherche dans mini pupitre dans ma chambre? File n ' est pas ici. Toute la journ.ee jo L ' ai cherchee, mais sans reussir. Le lendeniain je suis descendue de ma chambre. J ' entrais dans le vestibule quaud ma soeur s ' est ecriee La bourse est trouvee! File l ' avait trouvee dans la salle a manger sur une petite table. Comment j ' etais stupide! de me rappelle cela. Je l ' ai mise sur cette table quand je suis rentree hier. 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