Wells High School - Crimson and Gray Yearbook (Southbridge, MA)

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THE CRIMSON AND GRAY Which Will a Fellow Choose? Sometimes a fellow enters high school ■with great expectations, but as he drifts along through his Sophomore year, he loses his ambition. People often ask Why? Well, there are several reasons. First of all there is liable to be a good deal of outside work, which he allows to take up most of his time. For instance, he chums with an older crowd, and misses none of the good times iu the line of amusement. He does not stop to think that the crowd he travels with are so much older and that he can not keep up with them and also keep up in school. There- fore a desire to go to work grows more stead- ily upon him. He talks with his people about the matter and they tell him to stay in school as long as he can. But of course, this advice is taken as a kind of huge joke. Well, there ' s the question. Which will a fellow choose? Let a boy talk with some one who has gone through school and then let him talk with someone who went to work. Is it such a hard question to answer? Ask a boy which he would rather do, work for a few dollars a week all his life, or go through school and get a real job with a chauce to rise. Which will he choose? Some fellows say they can ' t afford to go through school. Well, if a fel- low wants to go to a dance and he ' s broke , he, nevertheless, generally gets there. Why not apply the same method to the school problem? There are two chances. Which will a fellow choose? HONOR ROLL First Quarter Nov. 5, 1920 All A ' s or B ' s Seniors Sophomores E. Bousquet F. Goodell D. Dartt (all A ' s) I. Shead M. Grimwade O. Tabor Juniors Freshmen L. Durgin C. Hall C. Grant D. Wheeler K. McMaster E. Poeton Thanksgiving Day America President ' s Proclamation Landing of the Pilgrims Selection Recitation The Pilgrims ' Land ( rovernor ' s Proclamation Star-Spangled Banner Program School A. Dupaul R. McMaster M. Curtis P. Cur rin E. Poeton T. Fitzgerald D. Dartt E. Potter School SCHOOL ORGANIZATIONS Senior President Linnea N orman Vice President .William Lavalee Secretary James R. Nolan Treasurer Lawrence Cheney Faculty Advisor Miss Sheehan Junior President Thecla Fitzgerald Vice President Ruth McMaster Secretary Louise Durgin Treasurer Ernest Tetrault Faculty Advisor Miss O ' Keefe Sophomore President Marjorie Harris Vice President Osborne Tabor Secretary Armand Degranier Treasurer Gilbert Cheney Faculty Advisor Miss O ' Keefe Freshman President Sally W ells Vice President Isabel Spielman Secretary-Treasurer Raymond Allard Faculty Advisor Miss Crocker FOOTBALL TEAM David Bean, I.e. Frederick Beck, l.t. John McKinstry, l.g. Lawrence Cheney, c. William Brackett, r.g. Charles Spielman, r.t. William Lavallee, r.e. Joseph Cougdon, q.b. Ernest Tetrault, Mgr., f.b. James McKinstry, Capt., r.h.b. Romeo Duclos, l.h.b. Ryan, l.h.b., I.e. Nolan, c, f.b. Casey, f.b. Dugas, r.t. BOWLING TEAM Reds Dorothy White, Captain Marjorie Harris Lucille Williams Blanche Weatherhead Sally Wells Isabel Spielman Marian Berry Lillian Proulx Blues Dorothy Claflin, Captain Alice Wixted Muriel Grimwade Linnea Norman Marjorie Curtis Pauline Currin Constance Grant Mary Bebo A Morning Inspiration Yesterday is but a dream — And tomorrow only a vision : But today well lived, makes Every yesterday a dream of happiness And every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day. (Translated from the Sanskrit)

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EDITORIALS The whole world is a Christmas tree And stars its many candles be. Oh! sing a carol joyfully The year ' s great feast in keeping. The Crimson and Gray wishes its readers all the joy and happiness of the Christmas season. For the majority of us, our school year has been a success, and we can enjoy our holidays with a light heart. For those of us who have been less fortunate, or rather less industrious, the new year is a golden gate of opportunity. When school opens once more we shall have ushered in the year nineteeu-twenty- one, with all its duties, and its pleasures, its joys and its sorrows. A New Year is like a new book with every page a blank whereon we may write what we will. In the hook of our New Year let us strive to record only those things which we shall never be ashamed to see again. If we keep that idea in mind we will be care- ful what we do ; we will remember that every act of ours, no matter how insignificant, has some influence for good or evil on our neighbor. Let our New Year be a year of advance- ment and achievement, a year of progress, a year in which we reflect credit on our high school. The Crimson and Gray is now starting its third year as our school magazine. It has developed from an experiment to a magazine with an established reputation. It has reached a standard which ranks it high among high school publications. This rise is due in a large part to the hard work of last year ' s staff. We wish to thank our contrib- utors and, also, the students of the Com- mercial department who have assisted us in preparing the paper for printing. It is imperative that we keep our paper up to its former high standard this year. In order to do this we must have the co-opera- tion of every student in the school. Students, it is your paper, you must support it. Our literary department has always been an ex- ceptional one, but it cannot remain so unless we are given your assistance. Many persons in the town hold the opinion that the high school has not much school spirit. To substantiate those views, several persons have pointed out that athletics have faded during the war period and have not been revived since. It is apparent to those who are acquainted with school life, to those who can recall their school days, and to those who are now in the school, that school spirit and school athletics are close companions. The one is seldom found without the other. The spirit of contest, of rivalry, of offense and defense against a common enemy of the whole school, in the persons of opposing players, melts the individual differences within a school and welds all attention in one direction. So it was in the war throughout the whole coun- try. So it can be in Mary E. Wells High School if there is fighting spirit in those who attend it. The spirit which found its way into the members of the football team is creeping into the other students of the school. The start toward this solid feeling has been made. Our football team has just completed a victorious season, with only one defeat against it. With a squad of only sixteen men and practice once or twice a week, this record is a showing any team might be proud of. However, the woeful lack of school spirit is shown by the small number of men on the squad. The next step that the school may take toward establishing itself as a spirited in- stitution is to attend the basketball games this winter. If a number of students will attend the games in the Y. M. C. A. Gym during the winter, they will catch the earn- estness of the players in their effort to show the superiority of Southbridge. From that support of a school team will grow greater interest in school life and an increase in the school spirit of the Mary E, Wells High School.

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MIRTH ' lYSTtRy LITERATURE W-J-RYftlA OH, LITTLE RED BOOK Oh, Little Red Book, I am having the most wonderful time at Ethel ' s house party, and I know everyone else is so glad I ' m here, for they are all so thoughtful of me. I chanced to read about the party in the society col- umn, and thought that it would be such a good time to visit Ethel and meet all her friends. You remember, Little Book, that I met Ethel once at college. So I packed my bags and suitcases, and arrived here yester- day afternoon. Of course, you were packed safe away in my bag, Little Book, for I couldn ' t go away over a week-end without confiding the secrets of my soul to yon. When I arrived at the house I heard mnsic and laughing inside, but I was unabashed, so pushed the door open and walked in with my bags aud suitcases. The guests were all dancing and didu ' t notice me at first. So I said, Whoo-whoo, boys and girls, I ' ve come to join your party. I ' m glad I know when to do the proper thing, Little Book. One can ' t help but win friends, when one is so sparkling and full of perfectly splendid feel- ing of comradeship. A soulful looking Apollo approached me, and asked in a voice like a rippling brook in a shaded wood, Did you carry in your trunk too? Wasn ' t that thoughtful of him? Boys are so wonderful and full of feeling for the other sex. I ' m sure he was quite crazy about me. Then Ethel came up. I don ' t think she recognized me at first, but I soon explained that I met her once at a dance at college, aud then she took me upstairs and gave me a per- fectly wonderful room. Oh, Little Red Book, I ' d like to stay here always. Then I dressed aud went downstairs, pos- iug on the landing for a full five minutes be- hind a large purple fan. How coquettish I must have looked ! Finally I said convivially, Whoo-whoo, boys and girls. I ' m here again. Good Heavens, said Ethel. I suppose she Avas thankful that I hadu ' t remained upstairs longer. Ethel introduced me to the handsome Apollo whom I ' d met earlier in the day, and just to show him how convivial I was, I asked him to dance with me. So he grabbed me and pushed me around. It was wonderful. Would you mind putting your fan over your face? said he. Ah, replied I, you think it makes me look coquettish, you boy, you, aud I poked him to show him I was convivial. He pushed me around twice. Wasn ' t it uice of him, Little Red Book? I felt just as if I were treading on clouds. He said it was his feet. Wasn ' t that clever? Oh, boys are so wonderful. He then left me as he had an engagement. Short but Sweet, I cleverly said to him in repartee. I saw a handsome chap leaning against the fireplace. He looked lonesome, so I asked him if he did not wish to dance with me? Oh, if people only knew how to do the proper thing as I do! I wonder why I am so popular? I can ' t understand why the boys are so crazy about me. Why, within teu minutes I had danced with every fellow in the room. Is it my looks that attract them? Many a time I ' ve looked in the mirror and wondered. Am I pretty, Little Red Book? Come, whisper in