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

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THE CRIMSON AND GRAY 11 afternoon right at ' ta lunch 1 went into Eng- lish classe and when 1 said, Miss Okefes- l ' ooin where does ourlesson begin, she looked at me and her eyes got awful big and the other skolars all laufed and the kid next to me said, Where d ' you get that stuff. I said what stuff, and he said Okefesroom and I said isnt that her name and she said no aw- ful harsh and told me to stay afta skule an our. Well I passed through the rest of the tyuie aud theu 1 went to Chemistry. O when ever have I reeseeveil such a bio, words from Shakespeer. The senior that 1 told you about darling dairy isn ' t a senior hes Mister Good-row the teacher. P. S. I have organ- ized a knew Never Look at Men Club. ' ' September It). 1 went to skule erly this morning and there was too girls in the haul and I run up to them and I ses are you in my French classe? And one looked at me and kind a laufed and ses I think you will find I am and 1 thot it was not very nice way to speek to mee so I ses that ' ll be nice ineniiig the other way. I went along the corridoor and I heard too girls tanking and they said Such nerve to ask Miss She-hand ef she was in her class and then I new what the other girl laufed at me for. P. S. The uther girls name wus Miss B. Smith but gosh anyone mite think they was seniors. Monday, Sept. 13. Eve. Gee they have young Freshmen in this Hi Skoul I asked a little boy how old he was and he ses I ' m 10 thank-you. He had glasses on. I had a funny tyme in Miss O ' Keefes Room today (she shoded me how to spel her name las week) Friday she told us to right an story about the Beuties of Nature. She says to mee. Have you ritten your story and I said I went to the Lieberry and I looked at all the biographies and the fary storyes and I couldn ' t find anything about them Beauties and she looked at me, hard, and then she went out o the room and Mr. Cle- niet came in (the right one not Skjdark) and he talked a whyle and wrot a letter to my mother. She Avent up afta skule and peraps I ' m going away from this skule. Yu no I ' m so brite I need an advansed skule. Any way I ' m going to send this dairy to the Crimson and Gray becaus then when I get famus you can say She went to skoul with mee. LAUGHING BRINGS LUCK On a curbstone sat a little ragged boy crying. Beside him sat his dog, Ginger. Ginger was trying to comfort him, or seemed to be, for every few minutes he licked the little boy ' s hand, -lust as Jim, for this was the little boy ' s name, was crying hardest, a merry little girl came skipping along. What ' s the matter with you, Jim? ), licllo, M-maggie, he replied between sobs. lias anyone been hurting you? Jim shook his head. Are you hungry? ' Again she received the same answer. Well, what does ail you? I ' ve g-got to get a 1-license for Ginger, and I ' ve g-got only ten c-cents. The p-pohce- man gave mine until to-night, aud then til- they ' ll put him in the p-pound. Where are your two brothers, Jim? the little girl asked. Selling n-newspapers. Why don ' t you sell some? They wont let m-me. They t-told me I was too 1-little. If I were in your place, I ' d stop crying anyway and hope that something would come along, was Maggie ' s comforting re- mark. Such a thing seemed impossible. But as he was deciding the matter, Jim picked up a pebble and threw it across the street. Im- mediately Ginger bounded after it and brought it back to his master. Then there appeared a smile on Jim ' s face and he said proudly, That ' s only one of his tricks. Let ' s see the others, said Maggie. Jim made him beg, roll over, sit up and finally walk on his hind legs. By this time Jim was really laughing. Just then another laugh was heard and looking around, Jim saw a man evidently en- joying the performance. Just the children I ' ve been looking for, he said to himself. Then out loud, Are you three going to be busy for a few minutes? No, said Jim. Then how would you like to be in the moving pictures? The real movies? Of course they would. So the man took them down the street a little way and again Ginger went through his tricks for the camera man. When they had finished, the man gave each of them fifty cents, fifty for Jim, fifty for Ginger, and fifty for Maggie. Now, I can get Ginger ' s license, said Jim. That night three happy boys, Jim and his two brothers, and also a dog were gathered in a back room. Upon the wall was the sign Laughing Brings Luck, which was from that time to be their motto. . D. D.

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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

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12 THE CRIMSON AND GRAY GRANDMOTHER ' S HAT How do you like my new hat, granny? With her head held stiffly erect, Mildred walked back ana forth, glancing critically in the mirror as she passeu. Granuniother dropped her knitting and straightened her glasses. Turn arounu my uear, and let me see if I can una your lace turner that large brim, sue said. ALiiured turned about laughingly, You de- serve a Kiss lor that. But oon ' t look only at my lace. The hat is of chief importance just now. isn ' t it becoming? A little large isn ' t it my dear? inquired granny. it s not a bit larger than they ' re wearing this year, Moiher had a very childish affair wim ribbons on it picked out for me, but I think Tin ohi enough lor a plume. Besides Miss Marlow said that many of the girls were wearing them this year, Mildred turn- ed her hat to the left side on which grace- fully dropped a large white feather. it is very pretty, my dear, it reminds me of the hat 1 ouce wore. Miue was a leghorn with a puce feather aud gauze veil. But I never can think of that hat with pleasure, replied granny. Ah, granny, you must have looked won- derful in it. Do tell me where you wore it, aud why it is so unpleasant to think. Wait just a miuute ' till 1 put this oue away. She ran out of the room, taking the hat off as she went. In a few moments she was back sitting on the cushion at granny ' s feet. Then granny began. It was on my fifteenth birthday that an invitation came to visit my brother John in the city. He had been married a year before to a girl who was rather much of a doll, aud who 1 believed never had a sensible thought. I wanted to go very much, as I had never been to the city and my brother Joseph said this would be a good chance to teach Betty some sense. Mother said I might go if I ' d be satisfied with what clothes she could plan to have ready for me. I started off a week later wit ha dark gray frock with white kerchief, a muslin and a calico dress. At that time folks wore calico to church. Be- fore I left, mother handed me a leather case. I knew that case contained mother ' s ruby brooch which father had given her before he died. Mother asked me to be careful of it, to wear it only on special occasions while I was at the city. Betty was very nice to me the first few days, but soon she began to look askance at my simple wararobe. She was very much surprised that 1 uidu ' t have at least one silk frocii. The next morning an invitation came to a lawn party given by a prominent society lady. 1 was included in tne invita- tion. Betty was glad she had a new silk to wear, but she said that 1 never could go in any of the dresses I had. While we were talking about my dress 1 opened the lit lie leather case containing the Drooch. Betty spied it. It would go wonderfully ou my new silk, she exclaimed, if you will let me wear it, I ' ll let you take one of my silks and that leghorn hat with the puce feather. I knew mother wouldn ' t like it if I let Betty take the brooch but I thought there was uo harm in lending it just for the afternoon. At the party all the girls of my age were dressed in muslin dresses and I felt very much out of place iu my silk dress and large hat. I so wished that I had worn my mus- lin dress. When we got home from the party, Betty started to take the pin off. She had lost it. My brother went back to the party and looked all around but the pin could not be found. Betty cried, and cried and I was afraid to go home aud tell mother. But the uext day I did go home. The family met me at he turnpike because they were so excited about my visit. Mother didn ' t ask about the pin, but after supper when I was alone with her, I told her. Oh, my dear, she cried, and then she covered her face with her hands aud sobbed like a child. I could not bear to witness her grief. I rushed out into the orchard and threw my- self down under my favorite apple tree. There, I too wept bitterly. Tears filled grandmother ' s old eyes as she told of the sorrow which had come from her desire for beauty. Was the brooch never fouud ? asked Mil- dred. We never saw it again, replied grand- mother. Perhaps someone found it who pre- ferred to keep so valuable a pin. Granny, said Mildred after a moment of thoughtful silence, I ' ve decided to carry back that big hat, and take the one mother selected. I think she knows best. I think so too, said Grandmother. Dorothy Claflin, ' 21. Emerson once said that EVERY man is unique. And what he meant, I believe, was that every man was cast in an original mold. YOU have a chance!