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

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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.

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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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THK CRIMSON AND GRAY 18 DurGin POeton Surpren.: it RiehardS Currln DuPaul McMaSter 192.3 OUR FRIEND ' THE COP Mine beloved friend each noon and night Stands in 1 1 ire quite sprite He looks like the R ek of Gibraltar Directing the vho falter. He has one .good, qu xlity — -that ' s his sight My Gosh! he sees all right! (wrong) Anyone, anytime, anywhere it does not matter He will signal to ' top ' er But believe me he can ' t alter The fact that we fan step-on ' er When he ' s out of our sight. POPULAR CARS Green ' s Steady-bres ker Tabor ' s Flivver Page ' s Blu ' ick Hughes ' Acts-well Apte ' s Hey-e Lizzotte ' s Essence cf Joy (Studebaker) (Ford) (Buick) (Maxwwell) (Haynes) (Essex) ! ! BEWARE ! ! Know them by their speech — Mr. Gibbons— Didn ' t I tell you? Miss Crocker — Dontch ' see Miss O ' Keefe— Don ' t be facetious Miss Campbell— Please desist Mr. Clement— Ah, (5 minutes) Well Miss Marshall — I suppose so — Miss Aucoin— Let ' s inhibit Miss Jones — Oh dean Brew BRadley ] [zdtte WhaLcn ALlard Benolt • CormAck GreeN D. Tabor HugheS FPESHMEN The Bonin Kane ' s Power ' s the Fountaine of the Park (er) which the Rich Ser-let-to Han (d) son Montague in which to Shear (er) his Lyon. Little Willie Green had just been to his first football game and had been impressed very much by the cheering. Now he was saying his prayer — God bless mama, God bless papa God bless Willie, Boom ! Rah Rah ! ! Question — Why is Red Potter like a donkey. Answer — Because he looks like one. To the banks of the darkling river Where the fitful fireflies quiver And the tall, thin aspens shiver Came a man and a maid in a flivver. L. L. C. The young man led for a heart The maid for a diamond played The old man came in with a club And the sexton used a spade. Nothing can be lasting when the reason does not rule. If you cannot make a big sale make a small one and be glad of the chance. When Omar smote his bloomin ' lyre, He ' d heard men sing by land and sea, And what he thought he might require He went and took the same as me. When a man has not a good reason for doing a thing, he has one good reason for letting it alone. POOR, FRAIL LITTLE GIRL She could swing a six-pound dumb bell, She could fence and she could box; She could row upon the river, She could clamber ' mong the rocks; She could golf from morn till evening And play tennis all day long; But she couldn ' t help her mother ' Cause she wasn ' t very strong. Teacher — Good morning Clarke. Are you at the Lake now? Clarke (politely) — Yes mam; we ' re at the Lake. Drop in some time when you ' re going by. (Who was the teacher?) Lawry, said the teacher, give me a sentence containing ' notwithstanding. ' And Lawry answered, The man ' s trous- ers were worn out but notwithstanding.