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

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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

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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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10 THE CRIMSON AND GRAY my ear that I am pretty and everyone else is odd. The next day was bright and frosty. 1 went downstairs and found my handsome Apollo reading a book. Oh, I exclaimed, Come out doors and we will go tobogganing. He said something that I didn ' t understand, and then decided he would go in half an hour. Now wasn ' t that thoughtful of him? I know he wanted to give me plenty of time to get ready. I ' m sure he is wild about me. Iu twenty minutes I went down to him, all ready to start. I thought I wouldn ' t keep him waiting for me any longer, although lie did give me a half hour. Wasn ' t that kind of me? Some girls wouldn ' t be so thoughtful. Here I am, I said convivially. Great Scott! he ejaculated. I suppose he was so glad I hadn ' t kept him waiting the full half hour. So we went to the most wonderful place, he and I together, Little Red Book. Oh, it was thrilling. He had me sit on the tobog- gan and then he aimed it down hill. Now keep your eyes on that big tree, said he. Then he gave a mighty push. Faster and faster flew the toboggan; larger and larger loomed the tree. And then — crash — and blackness. Oh, it was awful. Wheu I came to, I was so afraid my Apollo had been killed. But he was just walking down the hill. I wanted you to have the joy of the first ride all to yourself, he explained, devotedly. I did, dear lad, said I, jumping to niv feet. Think of it, Little Red Book. I called him dear. You must go right home, said he. What for? said I. You must have a sprained ankle, wrist or something. He was so anxious ! I knew I was all right, but he insisted, so I went back to the house. Oh, Little Red Book, he is so thoughtful of me. When we got home he insisted I must go right to bed and stay there until train time, Sunday. But I couldn ' t bear to be away from him so long. So I got up Saturday afternoon and went downstairs. He was sitting on the sofa trying to amuse some young lady. But he got up when he saAv me. He grabbed me by both shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. Oh, I felt so spiffy. He gazed for a long time; then he said tenderly, Little girl, you must go back to your room, you will get tired. Oh, Little Red Book, I am so happy, I hate to leave. I know my Apollo is just crazy about me. Or why would he take such tender care of me? And why would he gaze into my eyes — and sigh? And why did he let me have the toboggan all to myself? Why, clear little book ? Oh, I am so happy ! Muriel Grimwade, ' 21. A FLAPPER ' S DIARY 1 was looking at the Hilltop today in skule. There was a dairy of an aight years old boy in it and evrybody that red it laufed at it and I no a dairy is a serius thing an nobudy oughto lauf at one. So I decided I ' d write a dairy and send it to the Crimson and Gray and show that aight years old fellos what a sencible dairy is. Sept. 8. Skule comenced a long tyme ago, but I just came today. I mas knew skolar from Wylde held. When I lived there I be- longed to the Never Look at Men Club. This P. M. at 2.30 I came to skule and Mr. Clemet was there. He is an awful thin tall man and a lady came along and called him Skylark. Imagin calling the principle pet names. So this lady said to me, you better go to Miss Okefesroom. She shoded me the door and I went in and Miss Okefesroom gave me a desk and let me look at the Hill- top. So here I ' m writeing this dairy. I saw an awful nice looking boy, awfully taul with bleu eyes, peraps he ' s a senior but there were some young girls with him so peraps he isnt. Sept. 9 A. M. Before skule. I brought my dairy along to put down any eyedears that came to mee. Evrybody calls the princle Skylark. I think it is very funny. 9.00 Skylark is a senior, his last name is West not Clemet. Youno I went in the ofise and a taul fello was standing there looking at a Latin Book and I ses to him, Don ' t you think its funny all the skolars caul the principle Skylark and he ses what ! only I cant make it so loud as he said. And he ses no I don ' t think its funny you see I ' m the principle. I turned from scarlet to snowhite and tried to go out, but he ses I see you maide a mistake. And then he said Skylark just happened to be in the ofise that tyme and Miss Crocker had kyndly given me deyerections to go to Miss Okefes- room. Tomorrow I cango to French down stairs with Miss Sliehand. 10.00. I ' m in what you caul a study room, this period, but its a peculia name to give it Evrybudy is having a goud tyme. LOO. Ive had a most peculia tyme this