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

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THE CRIMSON AND GRAY one said what they had to say at the meeting instead of afterwards. A meeting is a great deal more interesting if there are some good arguments. If only everyone were willing to help, the meetings would be just as lively as they used to be and everyone would be willing not only to come but even pay to get in. Arthur H. Gaumond ' 24. How many pupils of the high school enjoy reading a school magazine with good stories and editorials, clever jokes, and school notes? Just about all of them. But how many of these same people seriously consider support- ing such a paper ? A good many of us take our paper for granted, without stopping to think of the time, effort, and money that must have been put into it. Why not make i a few attempts along the literary line your- selves and contribute them to the paper ? Send in any news or good jokes that you hear. Try writing a story. A true school paper is a paper for the students, to whose contents the students contribute. Subscribe to the paper even if you can ' t help in any other way. Let us make the Crimson and Gray a paper worth noting, a paper con- stantly improving in all respects through the efforts of its loyal supporters, the students. E. Poeton ' 24. BLUE MONDAY Jnmmie ! ! came his mother ' s voice from the foot of the stairs. Receiving no answer she repeated the call and a few seconds later there came a faint, Yes from beneath the blankets which almost covered the boy ' s head. Another pause, then Jimmie ! ! you have exactly fifteen minutes to get down here, eat your breakfast and catch the car for school. I have called you for the fourth and last time. After much mental effort, Jimmie finally pulled himself from beneath the covers. He started to dress, looking longingly back at the bed, as he put his collar on. But where was his collar button? On the dresser, — in the drawer, — on the floor, — no- where to be found. He ran into his father ' s room hoping to find one there. He had up- set the drawer of the dresser, in the middle of the floor, when the precious article rolled out of a corner. It had never taken him so long to tie his tie before. His little brother had borrowed his comb and had forgotten to return it. Jimmie went diving after it, knocking a chair over in passing and stubbing his toe. Finally he rushed into the kitchen, yet only half awake. He had four minutes be- fore car time. Gulping down a roll and half a cup of coffee he looked for his books. He could not remember where he had left them the night before. Finally his mother came to the rescue b§

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EPITORIALS TO THE FRESHMEN We are glad to welcome the Freshmen into our student ranks. We appreciate the fact that our standard of school life seems new and strange to you, but you will find it worth while. Do not think that we consider ourselves at all superior. You are a real asset to our school, and every student should realize that fact. If your efforts appear to count for little at first, remember that your class is not yet well united and under way. We want the Freshmen to take part in our school en- terprises and to discover for themselves the pleasure of working for the interests of the school. The school magazine, the Glee Club, and the Athletic Association all ask for your support, with confidence that, united to- gether, we will make our school life a success. Kenneth Taylor. WHAT IS THE CRIMSON AND GRAY? How many Freshmen know what the Crimson and Grey is? Those who come from other schools have only a vague idea regarding it. They were solicited for food for the food sale, the receipts of which were to go towards the support cf the paper. They had a dm conception of what they were giv- ing the focd for — if they gave any — for seme of them did not care to contribute to a cause which they did not understand. Therefore it is up to those who already know what the Crimson and Gray is, to explain to these new-comers what the paper stands for and what it means to the school. They should show them one of the copies of the paper and explain the object of editorials. They should bring to their notice the work of the school authors, in the Literary Depart- ment. The class iokes would also be of in- terest to them. Show them the exchanges to be found in the various rooms. The Ath- letic Department would interest those who want to take part in school athletics. The Locals and the Alumni Department deal with the news of the school and its graduates. In fact, there is something of special bene- fit in the Crimson and Gray to every Freshman in the school. Therefore those who are already acquainted with the paper should make their fellow students as familiar with it as they are, and also show them what they can help to make the paper a success by their contributions and subscriptions. R. F. Plimpton ' 24. YES, WE HAVE NO SCHOOL SPIRIT What can be the matter now with the pu- pils of the High School? Where is that spirit gone that those who came before us had? Now when an assembly is called to- gether to elect officers, or for some other important reason, th.ere is always the same people at the meeting; sometimes it is even necessary to call it twice before anything can be done. Why have we come to such a stage now, that in order to have a quorum, everyone must be spoken to personally and begged to attend in order to have enough pupils present to carry out the work desired? Three or four years ago the people who did not attend the meetings were not noticed. Why was this? Simply because they were so few that they were not missed. And the meetings in those good old days were not as they are now, where when a member is nominated everyone is so self-conscious that they offer no further candidates and conse- quently no competition is offered. Instead of talking and expressing their feelings on certain questions during the meetings, they simply say nothing and when the meeting is over they tell how things should have been done. Yes, the old meetings were quite dif- ferent. There was a constant turmoil from beginning to end, and even then it was not really finished until several days later. Every-

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THE CRIMSCN AND GRAY spying them on the top shelf. Jimmie soon disappeared around the corner of the house and down the street, just in time to see his car go by the corner of the block. Usually another came in about fifteen min- utes but not today. Jimmie started to walk. It was two miles to the school and never had he walked a longer two miles. As he entered the building and passed one of the rooms he saw that he was twenty- five minutes late. He went to the office for his slip, and was greeted by a cold glare from the principal. Late again, Davis ? he asked. This has happened once too often. What is the rea- son for it? Jimmie explained to him his morning of misfortune. The boy seemed to be in such earnest that the principal said he would give him another chance, and excused him from a week in the detention room. The first class was about over, so Jimmie waited in the corridor until his mathematics class began. The day before they had had a very stiff test in this subject. There were a number of low marks and the teacher was giving the class a severe lecture. He read the names and marks of those that failed. As he went down the list, he soon read the name of Davis with the mark of thirty. He paused, remind- ed him of his marks, and advised him to spruce up. The latter sat up in his seat and as he did so he felt something piercing his back. Upon reaching it, he found it to be his last collar button. Jimmie was unable to suppress his feelings and a smile broke upon his lips. Seeing this, the teacher, thinking he was smiling over what had happened, requested him to remain after school. In his next class the teacher was called from the room. The pupils became restless and began to throw erasers. Jimmie was studying his lesson. He had made new resolutions and was trying to car- ry them out when ari eraser thrown with quite some speed, landed on his neck. This was too much for Jimmie. Running to the blackboard, he seized an eraser white with chalk. Picking his opponent next to the door, he aimed and fired. It missed the fellow, but the door opened and the principal walked in» There was a heavy chalk mark on his shoulder, needless to say, where the eraser landed. The room quieted down like magic. Who threw that eraser? asked the prin- cipal. A pause and then a feeble, I — I did sir from Davis. Two hours in the detention room for three weeks, said the principal, and see me at the office first. That afternoon as Jimmie went into the office the principal began to scold him. What is the reason for so much trouble from you today? You started the first thing this morning and you are still going. I thought you v ere going to turn over a new leaf. What is the cause of your behavior? Jimmie had been looking out of the win- dow, but now turning toward the principal answered, Because it is ' Blue Monday. ' Alice Beardwood. FORTUNE HUNTING PATRICIA It was a clean cold, day in November, when Patricia Merrill decided to take a walk. She left her little apartment and walked at a brisk pace, until finally she decided she did not know where she was going or where she was at present. All she knew was that she was in a narrow, dark, street which seem- to her to be an alley-way. Hurriedly she left this and entered a large, wide street which she knew must be some distance from her starting place. Walking along enjoying the briskness of the air, she was suddenly surprised to feel a light touch on her shoulder. Twirling around she faced an officer, who told her to come along with him. Patricia yielded at once as she was in a daze at such a hap- pening. Aarriving at the Headquarters, the Chief demanded of her, What ' s your name? Where are you from? What are you doing here? Patricia answered the questions calmly, after resuming her self-control. She also explain- ed she was in the city seeking work. Work, replied the Chief, Yes, fine work you ' re doing. I ' ll tell you right now Miss, you ' re he re for the night. What here for the night ? Yes, mam, here for the night. Of course you know, I am innocent and can give you credentials as to my identity.