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

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THE CK1MS0N AND GRAY 11 who was there to look at the invitations She told him that she had mislaid her in- vitation and Mir ; Clarke had told her that . ' t would be all right for her to come with- cut any. The man accepted her explanation and she was escorted into the great ball- roc rn. The merrymakers had already be- gun dancing, so she sat down in a corner by herself to await developments. Every- one was masked including herself, and she felt rather lonely as she sat there. Present- ly a queer looking elf came toward her and asked her if she did rot wish to dance. She was glad to and enjoyed her waltz very much. She had the next dance and al- so the next. Then there came the unmask- ing and the announcement of the engage- ment. The little reporter had not seen any- cne who resembled Jack during the whole evening, no matter how much she studied the funny clad figures. At the announce- ment of the unmasking a little thrill came over her. She and the queer looking elf were standing in the further corner of the hall when the command was given. Never was such a surprised look on the little re- porter ' s face before, as she saw the un- masked elf standing before her. The queer looking elf with whom she had been danc- ing practically all the evening was none other than Jack Holmes — yes Jack Holmes, the man whose engagement was to be an- nounced in about five minutes. The look of surnrise changed to bewilderment on the girl ' s face and she started to say, Hurry or you ' ll be late for — , but by that time lie had caught her in h ' s strong arms, say- ing, Nancy, Nancy, where have you been hiding yourself? Why have I not seen you before this? I have looked everywhere since I came back from France, and to- night I have found you. Tonight, said Nancy as she drew awav from his embrace. Too late, too late. ft Too late! Goodness Nan, did you think 1 was to take the fatal step with that child, Betty? It is my young cousin Jack, who ' s the nopular man of the night. I ' m only go- ing to be the best man. Why Nancy, don ' t vou know there never could be anyone else but you? Marjorie Harris ' 23 ALUMNI NOTES Dorothy Dartt, class of 1921, has entered Mt. Holyoke. In room 4 is a picture which the Class of 1921 gave as a parting gift to the High School. Marion Lunan, ' 17, was graduated from Wellesley in June and is now teaching French and Spanish in the High School in Avon, Massachusetts. Helen Weatherhead, ' 17, is working in the Bridgeport Public Library. Sam Clarke, ' 20, has entered Harvard this fall. Maurice C. McGilvray, 21, is working for a year but intends to go away to school another fall. Schuyler J. West, ' 21, is employed as an electrician at the Hamilton Woolen Co. Lawrence C. Cheney, ' 21, has entered Andover as a Senior. Alice Clarke, ' 19, is finishing her three year course at Framingham Normal this year. Morton Lord is freezing ice cream at THE CHOCOLATE SHOP. Ralph Paul, ' 19, is a Junior at the Wor- cester Polytechnic Institute and is report- ed to be very successful in his work. Almeda Walker, ' 21, is teaching at the Mechanic Street School. She is also taking a Post Graduate Course at the High School Alice Wixted, ' 21, is teaching at Marcy Street School. Florence Foley, Barbara Mair, Jessie Wesson, Gladys Kelly and Marjory Ohara are employed at the American Optical Co. Agnes LaFleche is working at G. C. Win- ter Co ' s store. Sally Wells is at Walnut Hill, Natick, Massachusetts. Linnea Norman is employed at the Ed- wards Company. Leland Miller is working at Miller ' s Gar- age on Main Street. No one knows where Jimmie Nolan is but we hope he has turned over a new leaf and is working. Muriel Grimwade is at Cushing Academy John McKinstry is at Massachusetts Ag- ricultural College. Lionel Demers is in Canada. Dot Claflin is attending the Worcester Normal School.

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10 THE CRIMSON AND GRAY snow was just right for snow balls and a dozen rosy cheeked youngsters were hav- ing a jolly battle across the street. Gee Whitaker, thought Jim, when was the last time I did that? Memory brought a picture of Aunt Jane ' s big yard and a glorious day with the cou- sins. A spicy whif of Christmas cooking for the morrow from across the way in- tensified the memory. He could see her low, old-fashioned shining kitchen in his mind. With an effort he concentrated his mind on reality. What a fine time they were going to have at the dance tonight! Jim could almost see Bess beside him wearing his bouquet which had been ordered for a week. The hours seemed to be running a race with each other. They seemed to have caught the infectious hurry of the season. Jim -managed, nevertheless, to be at the station ten minutes before his train pulled in. He expected to meet several friends on the train. My, but they certainly were going to have a jolly time. Consulting his watch, he decided to look at the bulletin board and be certain about his train. There he was right ; what ' s that name ? Garden- ir-j! Great Scott! If he hadn ' t forgotten to telegraph Aunt Jane that he had a pre- vious engagement. This was the thought his conscience had been trying to bring to his mind all day. Well, it was too late now, he ' d have to send a message from Society Ranch. Poor Aunt Jane, all alone. How good she had been to him. By this time he was going up the steps onto the platform. Wouldn ' t a coast be good in this air? But then of course he was going to enjoy snow-shoeing with the bunch. lis foot was on the step of the train. He was going to have a great time. In- (1; , (} he — no — he wouldn ' t do it. Grabbing the conductor he demanded on which track was the train for Gardenville. Then shedding his dignity he jumped the separating fence, and running like a mad man, swung onto the last car as the train pulled out. Ress was forgotten at the thought of the welcome he would receive in the lonely cottage. M. Thecla Fitzgerald THE HALLOWE ' EN MASQUERADE The society reporter tapped out her story with nimble fingers while she smiled dreamily, concerned only with her thoughts Miss Gardner! bellowed the loud voice of the City Editor in the direction of the young reporter. Yes, sir, she replied in quick response to the newspaper man. Call up the Girls ' Club and find out just what kind of social their novelty is going to be. Find out the correction Mrs. Barter wants made in the date of the char- ity ball. Oh, yes, and find out about the en- gagement that is to be announced at the Hallowe ' en masquerade tonight. It is to be the biggest affair of the season. Here ' s a picture of the bride-to-be, Elizabeth Clarke. Jack Holmes the college athlete, is to be the groom. Jack Holmes is to be the groom ! At these words a faintness came over the lit- tle reporter and she fell into her chair in a daze. Jack Holmes was to be married. Jack who had held her in his arms and had promised to be faithful to her until death. Her parting from him went through her mind — the station filled with boys in uni- form, saying good-bye to their dear ones, her own agony at the parting. That was the last she had seen of Jack. Just before the Armistice, his letters had stopped and she had received no further word from him. Yet her faith had never waivered. In despair she looked at the picture of the beautiful girl which had been given to her. She was young and very beautiful, and wealthy beyond doubt. No wonder he has forgotten , thought the girl. She is very beautiful. A quick thought came into her mind. She must in some way get to the Hallowe-en masquer- ade that night. She could hire a costume at the Regalia Shop and slip in someway without being seen, for she had no invita- tion. When her work was done for the day, she hurried out to the Regalia Shop where she selected a very pretty costume for the occasion. The little reporter looked bewitching in her borrowed finery. Yet she felt rather nervous as she stepped out of her taxi in front of the enormous mansion. She won- dered what would happe n to her. She walked up the stone steps, where she was confronted by a stout, jolly-looking man

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CLASS NOTES w. «- 1922 With apologies to Kipling and Mother Goose Juniors and Seniors went to class To sing of arms and slaughter. The Seniors fell down, Mr. Clement frowned, And the Juniors came tumbling after. Elo se B. Crocker is a merry old soul And a merry old sould is she, She calls her Trig, class, all covered with mould Which after all labor brings only an E Onward Commercial students Onward to your doom With Miss Marshall ' s banner To cheer you to your tomb. Seniors and Juniors, some great and some small Se.iiors and Juniors know nothing at all Miss O ' Keefe sighs, and sighs yet again But the Seniors and Juniors sigh only Amen. Alone, alone, all, all alone In a great wide sea of girls And now another man took pity On Mr. Gibbons in basket ball twirls. Hickory, dickory, dock. The typewriters go like a clock Miss Jones calls Stop. And the stupid ones flop. Hickory, dickory dock. Hey diddle, diddle, our French is a riddle. Do cows jump over the moon? Our Freshies laugh, they have good sport And Miss Campbell goes into a swoon. Sing a song of shorthand a page without a note Four and twenty dumbells who hope some day to vote When the class was opened, Miss Aucoin began to scream, Isn ' t this a brilliant class to set before the queen? OUR SONG BOX Allard Paul A Rose in the Devil ' s Garden Babe Green Ma Evelyn Poeton Crooning Eva Brodeur Chilie Beani (lank and leany) Marjory Harris Margie Blanche Weatherhead Lucille Williams Do you Ever Think of Me (Address N. Y.) Mr. Goodreau The Vacant Chair Miss Crocker My Mammy Charles Hall Caruso Raymond Allard Whispering First two Isles in Room 4 Love Nest Lillian Proulx Palesteena Irene Hughes Ain ' t we Got Fun ! Bee Page Tickle Me Dorothy Pratt Hold Me Louise Clemence Tell Me Why Nights Are Lonely Marian Berry Murder Gladys Whalen I ' m Nobody ' s Baby G. Cormack My Home Town Is A One Horse Town A. Dc?renier Learn to Smile Miss Bonin Gaumond And Let The Rest of the World Go By Our Major Mon Homme Mr. Gibbons: — I ' m going to test eyes and ears. I hope you are old enough to do without a guardian angel some of the time.