Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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30 THE MIRROR Iky was always that way, taking everything for granted and so prac- tical minded. 'cNow, said Iky, when the High School runs out of room, the city officials order another garage, and in no time they can have another annex. They've got only twenty now. Iky skipped out of the room as the mayor opened his office door. A heavy voice called, Come in. I entered. c'Don,t you know enough not to disturb the Mayor when he is busy? Iive been helping my secretary lick postage stamps. P I looked towards the secretary, Susanne Pierce, who blushed prettily, and towards the mayor, John Mc- Gurn, who frowned. f'It's this way, I said. Everything's fixed up,', said the mayor, '5Now leave. I left hurriedly and wended my way toward my original destination, Clifford's. . Again I was detained. This time it was by a parade. Leading this procession were Robert Atkins and Edward Buswell, holding between them a banner sporting this symbol XXX. This seemed a bit out of the or- dinary to me, and I asked a chap who was busily supporting a near- by lamp post and who was none other than my old friend, Francis Walsh, what it was all about. Fran- cis informed me that it was a secret order called UThe Orphan Pink Ele- phant Befriendersn. 'cBut why the symbol ?', I asked. Oh, maybe that's what they feed the pink elephant on, Walsh an- answered, then thoughtfully expect- orated into the gutter. The second feature in the proces- sion was Vincent Tracey, riding on 'two enormous plugs that scarcely seemed to have the team spirit. A This equipage was the Exalted Cab- bage, so Walsh informed me. Behind Tracey rode the Right Honorable Carrot, Francis Galla- gher. Following the Honorable Car- rot rode the Noble Turnips, John Finan and John Young, back to back on a donkey and proud-Oh, my! The fifth in line was a real pink elephant, that is, the elephant was real, and so was the pink paint. Draped haphazardly across this ele- phant's back, hanging on for dear life, lay Robert Hampson, Corliss Patten, and Elmer Jacobs, the Hon- orable Cnions of the society. Puffing away on a camel, rode Timothy Cormier. Tim wore a de- termined but very white look on his face. I've a notion he was a bit sea- sick, the camel proving too much for him. The seventh and last exhibit fin- ally passed. It was the Minister of the Bounce, Milton Lindholm, blow- ing kisses to the crowd and being proudly trundled along ina wheel- barrow by Phil Havener. Don't get the wrong impression of these lads. They take business matters seriously, but advertising is advertising. as I rushed to Cliff's, making sure that nothing moredetained me. As I entered his shop, the bell on the door rang. What a perfect-reminder of the old school days! Cliff, the moment of my- arrival, began telling me of a premonition he had had regarding Ruth sDeffley. He said he knew that she was doing something in a big way to benefit this world of ours. With misgivings, I concentrated with him. A sylvan scene came before us in which Ruth, dressed, well, I would say, off-hand, in a sheet, had a group of girls lined up garbed in a similar fashion, 2tI'LdMkYYQS,. tgying to 'teach them, as it looked to me, how to fall down without making a dent in the

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