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

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TMI : CRIMSON AND GRA? So on through all your subjects. When veil graduate from the commercial course are you a first class stenographer? You could be. ' Will your high school work be useful to you in a practical business way, and will you be a cultivated person who can enjoy the bir? things of life if, in these four t ars, you study your lessons to get the aeep purport of them, if you think over what you have just read and discover for yourself what you have really gained from each lesson, you will be making the most of your opportunities in school. Four years pass quickly, as Seniors realize, and after that you will have to use your knowledge, little or great, to get your- self a place in the world. Work for your- self, get everything from your studies, and then use what you have gained after High School days are over. Other opportunities will come then, too. Use your opportunities and succeed. (LASS DIRECTORY President V- : ce President Treasurer Secretary President Vice President Treasurer Secretary SENIORS Theela Fitzgerald Margaret Connolly Ernest Tetreault Alice Dupaul JUNIORS Lawrence Clarke Mary Edmonds Clark Edmonds Mary Bebo SOPHOMORES President Charles Hall Vice President Isabel Spielman Treasurer Marion Berry Secretary Hilda Aalto FRESHMEN President Vice Pres ' dent Treasurer Secretary Dean Tabor Marcy Newell Stanley Pellow Louis Allard ATHLETICS On Friday September twenty-third, Mr. Clement called a meeting of the entire school to start something in the shape of athletics. It was decided to have a boy ' s Easketball team, and a girFs Basketball term. Babe Green was elected manager of the boy ' s basket-ball and already has ar- ranged a series of games with the Voca- t ' onals to be played in the Town Hall. We expect to have a dance after each game with the Vocational Orchestra for music and the two associations will go 50-50 on the receipts. It is the duty of every pupil of the school to support the Athlete As iociation by joining and by going to the games this fa.l and winter. Men available for the team are: Green, Curtis, Edmonds, Pellow, Clarke, Casey, Tetreault and possibly R. Hall. A team with five of these players would not be very heavy but would make up for that de- ficiency by speed. Green is the only vet- eran, having earned his letter last year. Curtis and Clarke had but little experience but will probably develop into fast men. Mr. Gibbons, President of the Association, will probably help the team out, and has shown much interest in the Association already.

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EDITORIALS ' LOOK BENEATH In the spring when one searches for Mayflowers, first brown leaves have to be swept away and then the more tender green leaves have to be parted before the dainty flower is found. But when it is found all the foregoing work is forgotten in admiration of its delicate beauty. As this is true so also are human rela- tions. The brown leaves of the exterior action have to be swept away, then it is much easier to find the Mayflower — thought beneath the green leaves of deeds. The first time I discovered this fact, I was disgusted by the banging of one piece over and over on a nearby piano. Every fresh start was accompanied by crashing chords and lively time ; this soon died out and then two or three tortuous passages followed which were waded thru somehow. Time after time this happened till I was nearly distracted. Sensing my feelings a wise woman murmured to me, Wouldn ' t she love to play it well? My sense of irritability faded. I could now appreciate the courage behind each fresh effort with the music. From that time on it was amazing how many times I was in sympathy with my neighbors just because of mv knowledge of their wish TO PLAY IT WELL. T. Fitzgerald DIG IN, WHILE THE BIGGIN ' S GOOD Make the most of your opportunities. Think! You surely want to in school. The state gives us schools because it wants to have the next generation intelligent and able to support itself. For this reason we are compelled to go to these schools and d to study alter we get there. We hould repay the state by taking advantage of the offered learning and using it to make civilization better and we may use this education for our own good. There are some few of us who for no reason at all think it is clever to waste time, harangue the teachers and see how far we can bluff it, but not many take the uble. Most of us, almost all of us, just prepare our lessons well enough to get a pretty gocd idea of the subject and a fair rank. As long as the work in school doesn ' t pile up too high and there ' s time for out- side fun we are content. But, ten years from your graduation will you distinctly remember Silas Marner? or will you say in some conversation which unfortunately for you is literary, I ' ve read the book but I don ' t remember that it was very interesting. Will your taste in liter- ature really have been improved and will Silas ' experience perhaps help you in your life when you might be inclined to become bitter? Will you have gained something for life from your English course? Sometime when you ' re visiting arr out- of-town friend and meet a young French person will you say uncertainly (you may have remembered this rriuch French) Je N ne parle pas francais bien mais j ' ai lu quatre ou cinq livres en francais and then wonder what to do and say. Or will her, or his conversation in French be partially, at least, understood? Will you remember the differences in the sounds? Will you have read, in those ten years, anything besides what you had to in school? And your chemistry? Can you remember most of the fundamental terms and prin- ciples? In your future business you may d to know something about the science and how much easier it will be to pick it up anew if you truly learned the principles at school.

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' THE WINTER TRAIL It was a bitter cold day in February in 1859. The wind whistled around the tiny station of the American Pony Express, drifting the whirling snow in at every crevice. The mail had just arrived at the little town of Beaver Creek. Lewis Bar- ton was to relieve the tired rider who had brought the mail from Station Number 8, thirty miles back on the route from St. Louis to San Francisco. It was before the railroads were built across the continent, find the U. S. Mail was carried by the Pony Express. The mail was already five hours late and Lewis was determined to gain part of that lost time if possible. This was his second year in the service of the American Pony Express Co. and he held the reputation of being the most reliable rider in its employ. He had never been late, through his fault, in reaching his goal, an isolated station nestled in the pass leading over the Rocky Mis. Could he reach it in his alloted time today? He was confident that he could. He glanced at his watch, tightened the saddle girths on his spirited horse, Wild- fire, and was off. The horse set his own pace until they passed out of the deep snow of the valley of Heaver Creek. Before them stretched r wide plateau. The wind had swept the level stretch clear of snow. Here the horse broke into a swift untiring trot. He need- ed no urging from his master. The wind was icy cold and the dry hard part ' cles stung both horse and rider cruelly. They made good time during the first half of the ride, and Lewis began to look for his friend, Jce Alliston, the other rider for the Beaver Creek Station. During the win- ter months there were two riders for each lap of the route, alternately going forward one day and returning the next. The two riders generally met on the trail. Barton was nearing the end of his beat and still did not meet his comrade. He was numb with the cold as he urged his tired horse into the mountain pass. It had stopped snowing now but the wind still blew fiercely. He looked anxiously for the station, but it was not there. A snow cov- ered mound was all that remained. Lew ' s dismounted stiffly and kicked away the snow. There lay the charred timbers of the station. Upon searching further he discovered the scalped bodies of three men, the station agent, Joe Alliston, and one of the riders of that station. The other rider had gone forward to Danvers, the next post, the day before. The whole story was revealed now. The little place garrison ed only by the three men had been raided and destroyed by Indians. That was something to be expected and prepared for during the summer, but the Indians seldom went on the war path in the winter. For this reason the Express employees were undoubtedly taken by sur- prise, probably during the night. There was only one thing to do. He must go on to the next post, thirty miles beyond. All the fresh horses kept at the station were gone. Wildfire must make the trip. There was no time to be lost. Perhaps the war party was still lurking near by. The snow had covered the trail of the Indians so Lewis could not tell