Ware High School - Limelight Yearbook (Ware, MA)

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EXTRACTS FROM MY DAIRY August 1, 1950. When very young I, Clare Dillon, vowed I should never marry, but, like most youthful resolutions, this vow was broken. It was rather lonely, being an old maid, so when Jimmie asked me to marry him, I jumped at the chance, before he could change his mind. I was always willing to try anything once. Several things I never wished to try again. Marriage is one of them. It is now 1950, however, and I am a happy wiidow and proud possessor of six chicks. No I l ! I said chicks. My husband was a farmer. After the death of my husband I advertised for a middle-aged couple to work for me. The next week, while looking over the magazine to see whether or not this ad of mine was correctly worded, my attention was attracted by a number of familiar pictures. First, was the picture of Harold Weiss. He was much the same boy as I had known, only he looked older and more distinguished. Above the pic- ture, in large type, it was stated that Mr. Weiss had recently been appoint- ed Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. I wasn't much surprised at this, as Harold, when still quite young, exhibited an extraordinary knowledge of law. For instance, he knew that one should never throw snowballs Cwhen the cop was lookingj and that it was against the law to drive with one hand Cin broad daylightj. Three other familiar pictures were of Harlow H. Lincoln, Edward Jerz, and Stephen Putnam Hathaway Green, three distinguished mem- bers of the Cabinet of the United States. Lincoln, Secretary of the Treasury, was second to no one. By his famous non-budget system, he greatly increased the treasury of the United States. Jerz, Secretary of Labor, was put in office chiefly because he agreed, with President Campion fwe used to call him Andy when he went to school with usj, that the people's working day should be cut in half, and that they should be given a week's vacation every month. Stephen Green, Secretiary of Agriculture, won his position because he advocated giving free canary seed to every High School in the United States, whose scholarship was 98? or over. I then noticed a portrait of Celia Jezyk, who is a history professor at Harvard, and is the only woman ever honored by this position. Glancing down the page my attention was attracted by a picture of a man and woman in swimming attire. Below the picture was the follow- ing statement: Champion long distance swimmers of both sexes. Mr. and Mrs. Wisnoski carried off the honors at the recent Olympic meet.

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THE SEARCI-ILIGI-IT ON OUR ACTIVITIES One day as I was walking up Church Street, I came upon a throng of people circled about a man who was inspecting the sky through a tele- scope. I wondered what it wlas all about, so I asked a little newsboy, who replied, Oh! He's one of dose high falutin' fellers dat rake over your life hist'ry so long after you've closed your eyes dat nobody can tell wheder it's truth or fiction. I did not find! this explanation very satisfactory, so I edged nearer and found that the man was speaking. This is what he had to say: That star in the east tells me that the Class of '26 of the Ware High School made plans for a glorious sleigh ride party during their Freshman Year. Oh! the star disappearsr- Their plans amounted to nothing. There it is again! It wishes to say something to me. What's lthat '?-- Oh, I have it. The Senior class took so long in getting home from their party that the poor little Freshies were not allowed to go. That star beside it tells me that their Junior From was a very success- ful affair, both financially and socially. This one has something to say, too-- 'Senior Bazaar' -- 'Very Success- ful' -- 'Great hit' -- CNO lb -- 'Some one got hit'. The North Star tells me of two plays: 'Alicia Perks Up' -- 'A nice bit of humor' -- and 'Come out of the Kitchen' -- 'A howling success.' This one here says -- 'Reports of W. H. S.' -- 'The Limelight' -- 'Maga- zines worthy of the class of '26'. That large brilliant one in the west bears the following inscription 'On the 20th of April in '26, the Holy Cross Glee Club entertained a large audience in the town hall. Dancing followed a concert, the like of which had never been heard before in the town of Ware. A good time was en- joyed by all-.' Butt wait! ---- What is the moon trying to say?--- Why didn't you commence at the commencement?--- If you had looked at me in the first place, I could have told you why all these events occurred! The next bit of news needed no interpretation. The most brilliant stars in all the sky, rushing toward the moon, encircled it and clearly wrote the following words ------- WASHINGTON TRIP Clare Dillon.

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l . Mr. Wisnoski and his wife Knee M. R. Emersonj, formerly of Ware, Mass., are now touring Europe. It certainly pleased me greatly to find that so many of my friends had made names for themselves, but shortly I was extremely agitated by the fact that my advertisement wasn't correctly stated at all. I was so angry at their stupid' mistake that I took out my old Ford and went to the city to tell the editor just what I thought of him. But, alas I all my anger and indignation vanished before the kindly countenance of Elmer Kenyon, the advertising editor. After talking over old times for a while, he told me that there was a surprise awaiting me in the next room. Surprise, well I guess. Sitting in the center of the room, before fa large desk, was Ruth Kaplan, Editor-in-Chief of the Wiggler's Weekly. She was business personified but on recognizing me she was the same old Ruthie. Whirling around' in her large armchair, she nang two bells. Immediately, a man and a woman rushed in. The woman was her head typist and proved to be efficient Stephanie Misiaszek, and the plump, rosy cheeked gentleman was Paolo Albertine, Sport Editor of the Wig- gler, whose pet Writeups were of prize fights. He informed me that he had just finished looking over an article which stated that Peter Rzeznikiewicz and Adelard Fleurent, two world renowned pugilists, would fighlt the following week for the world's championship After giving to one another such information as we knew about our former classmates and wondering what became of the others, I left my old friends ,to their respective duties, and as it was not yet noon, I start- ed for the Eastern States Exposition. While driving along a country road, I came upon a tea-house which looked so cozy that I was tempted to stop for lunch. I was greeted by a dark haired, wonderfully jolly woman who served as her 12 o'clock special, Pork a la Palmer. Yes ! It was Mary Shea. This meeting accounts for the fact that it was nearly two o'clock before I entered the grounds where the exposition was held. Just inside the gates was a woman selling sweet cider. I never drink cider, but that woman's face seemed so familiiar that I decided to buy some and find out who she was. It happened to be Vera Allen, and she gave more information about our former classmates, pointing out, in the course of our conversation, two love birds perched on a stone-wall nearby. She asked me who I thought they were. I couldn't imagine them as being other than Romeo and Julietg but Vera said that Elizabeth Newcomb had married Wallo Slozek fifteen years ago and there they were, as devoted as ever. lt was just about then that I began to feel happy. Hlappy? I was never so happy in all my life. I wondered why Vera charged such an aboniinable price for sweet cider. Imagine I Vera, a bootlegger I