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

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THE CRIMSON AND GRAY can go anywhere you want to, and I ' ll drown myself. 0 James, please save me! cried the frightened girl. Her appeal, however, had no effect on either of the two men in the row boat, or the boy who was afraid to get his suit wet. Put your foot in! He did it this time, with the help of the two robbers. Soon he was in the water up to his arm pits. Mar- garet was crying and James was begging to be allowed to get back into his canoe. When the water was over his head, the two men jumped into the water, pulled him out and set him afloat in the old row boat. After he had disappeared, the two boys took off their costumes, turned to Margaret saying, You will have to do one of two things, either give up that sissy and be a sport again, or we ' ll leave you on this island all night long. I ' ll give him up. I have better times with you two boys. Come on, let ' s race to the wharf. I bet I can beat you using the side stroke. Claire Beauregard, ' 26. PLUCK Some battles are won by strategy, Others are won by luck. But the battle of life Through calm or through strife, Is most often won by pluck. Have pluck when you rise in the morning, Have pluck the whole day through. Have pluck along the way, When things against you sway, And success will come to you. Hermon Goodell, ' 26. A HALLOWE ' EN PARTY The Seniors were to give a party the last of October, which, they decided, would be a Hallowe ' en Party. At assembly, on the Mon- day morning of the same week in which the party was to be held, the principal of the school announced that there would be a mas- querade party in the auditorium the follow- ing Friday night, which happened to be Hal- lowe ' en night. The main topic of conversation for the rest of the week was what each one was to wear. It could easily be seen that their minds were not on mathematics or French. For once the boys decided that they would forget their bashfulness and be good sport? and dress up in costumes as well as the girls. During the few days that remained before the great event, Bob Brown thought and thought, but in vain, as to what kind of a costume he was to wear. At last he decided that he would ask his mother to help him de- cide. Mrs. Brown consented to help him, but would not tell him what her plans were. The day before the party she looked over some old-fashioned dresses that she had, and fin- ally found one which she thought would suit the purpose. A little later she called Bob in to see his costume. Quite excited, he ran into the house from football with the boys. As soon as he saw the silk and ruffles, he became very grave, and could not hide his disappoint- ment. His first words were, Gee, mother, I can ' t go dressed as a girl. But after his mother had explained all her plans to him, he became interested in attending the party, in his mother ' s once upon a time party dress. Bob would never forget the night of that party. He certainly had a hard time getting into the dress. In order to do so, he had to hold his breath while his mother hooked it. Can you imagine Bob trying to squeeze his feet, which were not considered very small, into his mother ' s slippers? Finally, having adjusted powdered wig and mask to suit his mother, he started out for school. The streets which he had to go through were dark, so no one could tell whether he was a girl or not. When he arrived at school he took his mother ' s cape off, and after seeing that his nose was properly powdered, and his hair well arranged, he went up stairs to the auditorium. Bob anticipated a good time be- cause of a well planned scheme. He had been seated but a few minutes when Dick Carlson came up and sat beside him. The following conversation took place. Oh, Betty, but you ' re wonderful tonight. You didn ' t think you could kid me, did you? Say, I could recognize you miles away. I came over to you the minute I saw you come in, in order to ask you for the supper dance, and for five or six other dances, before that dumb-bell Bob Brown came and took you away. Wouldn ' t you like to go for a walk until the dance starts? Dick asked very gently. Bob was laughing so inside that he could only nod yes. After they got out, Dick

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LITERAHJRI A BROTHER TOO MANY Gosh, isn ' t Margaret a nut lately! said the taller of two boys. I wish I could teach her a good lesson. You might think she was eighteen instead of sixteen. What do you say, Joe, if we run that young Alfonso she ' s going with, off the place into the pond. Yes, I wish we could do something. Re- member what a good sport she used to be? Swim away across the lake, go fishing, or anything, before she met that dumb-bell, responded Joe. Now she won ' t go swim- ming because she ' s afraid the curl will come out of her hair, and she won ' t go fishing be- cause the smell of fish isn ' t nice. All she does is to pose in front of her mirror and read some old love story. The two boys came closer together and be- gan to talk earnestly. Every few minutes could be heard peals of laughter which prom ised no good for someone. In one of the windows of the pretty, rustic cottage was seated Margaret, the subject of her older brother ' s conversation. She surely did look as if she was a good sport, but care- fully marcelled hair and perfect make-up were rather deceiving. The noise of her brothers ' laughter and merriment seemed to annoy her, for she rose and went to the window to tell them to stop. Their only answer was, My sweet Margaret, prepare for slaughter. That night, a strange performance took place in the boys ' room. Dressed in tramps ' clothes, the two boys descended to the shore of the lake, to wait for their sister and her cavalier, James Wentworth. Soon they ap- peared, and young Jim tenderly helped Mar garet into the canoe, and took his place in the back of the canoe. While they were paddling to the middle of the lake, an old row boat was drawn to the shore, and two tramps got in and rowed after the canoe. While they were following the canoe, al- low me to tell you about James Wentworth. He was a tall, studious young man. He was serious, and hated sports, and the only thing he could do in that line was to paddle a light canoe. In all respects he was a regular sissy. In the middle of this pond, was a small island and this was where the young people were planning to go. The row boat ' s des- tination was the same. Allowing the canoe five minutes to be placed in some sheltered cove, the two tramps, with dangerous look- ing guns, and a wicked gleam in their eyes, approached. They rowed straight to the canoe, where young James was entertaining his girl, by reciting poetry. Stop! cried some one in a rough voice. Young man you are trespassing. You must get off from the place, but leave the young lady with us. Get out of that canoe. I can ' t ! The water ' s wet, wailed James. Get out anyway, wet or dry water, you ' ve got to get out in some way, and the canoe won ' t go when you go, was the rough re- sponse. 0 James, save me ! the unlucky Margaret breathed. I can ' t, I ' ve got to get out myself. I can ' t swim, and I ' ll get my new suit all wet ! You

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10 THE CRIMSON AND GRAY started to tell her how sweet she was, and begged Betty to remove her mask. They finally returned to the hall, and the dance was in full swing. During all this time, Bob ' s slippers were pinching his feet so much that he could hardly keep the tears back, but Dick did not notice it. After the supper, the president of the Senior class announced that they would not remove their masks until 12 o ' clock. During the evening, Dick had been quite compli- mentary, but before the end he had become quite an expert at it, and Bob could hardly keep his face straight listening to all his lov- ing expressions. Just before the last dance, Bob pretended that he was faint; so they left the hall, and on their way home, Dick became very impa- tient because Betty - wouldn ' t take her mask off. When they got in front of Bob ' s house Bob stopped short and snatched the mask from his face, and gathering up his skirts, ran to the door, then he turned and bade Dick a laughing goodnight. Dick never forgot that party, and how badly he had been fooled, and from that time he never called Bob a dumb- bell. Stella Lavallee, ' 26. HOW WE WON THE GAME Overhead the skies are blue, Underfoot, ' tis wet with dew, Nature feels a thrill of gladness, As the spring comes on anew. ' Tis the season when our school Again goes forth to meet the fray. Once again our spirit wakens ; The spirit that shall win the day. To the field the crowd is thronging ; Not a moment ' s delay, Flags are flying, shouts are ringing, For the Crimson and the Gray. Silence, till the pitcher ' s ready! Up to bat are all our men. Swift and straight the ball flies over, Swifter it comes back again. Breathless, eager faces all are turned Towards the waiting fielder there ! Suddenly the cheers are deafening; The umpire ' s Safe! rings through the air. But boys ! the other team is game, They won ' t give up without a fight ! So do your best to hold them back, We ' re sure to come out right ! Two men on base and one to go ! All depends on this last hit! So do your best to bring them home, And you ' ll have done your bit. With determined chin and firm set jaw He meets the ball as in it comes ; It flies as ball ne ' er flew before And brings us in the winning runs. We ' ve won the game, but more than that, We know we ' ve won it fair and square ; We did our best, we came out right ; Our school has one more victory there ! Reva Rabinowitz, ' 26. MY TRIP TO MEXICO Grace and I were on a sight seeing trip through the South. We had arrived as far south as El Paso, Texas, and had been there for three days. It seemed as though we had seen every- thing of interest in the city ; and we had just seen a car with a sign Mexico on it, so we thought we would try the experience of go- ing over the border. We took the car, and were riding along through the country, admiring the scenery. Grace was cautiously studying our different fellow passengers. She finally said to me, I ' m mighty glad that there are two of us on this trip. I asked, Why? She pointed to a man who was sitting a few seats in front of us, and said, I wouldn ' t want to be held up by him. ' The man under discussion certainly was fierce looking. He wore a dirty, bright colored shirt, such as Mexicans wear in the movies, a soiled red bandana around his neck, and had a wide brimmed hat pulled down over his eyes. Across the aisle sat one as bad looking.