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

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12 THE CRIMSON AND GRAY tried to get out of taking a bath by hiding in the hay-loft. Willis proceeds to go into the bathroom to take his bath. After thirty or so minutes, Mr. Brown wonders why he hasn ' t heard any water running, when all of a sudden a whoop comes from the bathroom and Mr. Brown rushes in expecting to find Willis badly hurt, but, to his surprise, there appeared a much different scene. Willis is pretending that he is an Indian, and is jumping around with a towel for a breech-cloth, the scrubbing brush sup- posedly a tomahawk, and a pile of rugs for a tepee. The shouts stop the minute the door is opened, and there emits a sharp noise of flesh meeting flesh. Finally Mr. Brown emerges from the door with his right hand strangely red, while an industrious splashing comes from the bathroom. Three quarters of an hour elapses, and still no Willis. Mr. Brown again enters the bath- room; Willis comes out immediately, and goes quickly to his room. Mr. Brown comes back into the living room with a turtle in one hand and the remains of a cake of soap in the other. It appears that Willis wanted company in the bathtub and tried out his pet turtle ' s appetite with a cake of soap. Mrs. Brown goes to clean out the bathroom and after that is finished, father and mother sit down to have a good laugh, for, after all, he is only like any other redblooded American boy. Donald Karle ' 35 The Shadow The clock struck twelve: twelve slow, long, resounding gongs. The house was quiet and dark, almost sinister. The air even seemed stuffy. In front of the fire place old Mr. Snotton was sleeping in his brown leather easy chair. Crash! Something fell, but Mr. Snotton did not awake. The moonlight streamed across the room when a black, creeping shadow mar- red the gleam. Stealthy footsteps were heard, but still Mr. Snotton slept on. The shadow quickly approached the easy chair. He bent over Mr. Snotton, put a piece of white cotton on his face, and then crossed the room directly to a picture hanging on the wall. Slowly the shadow lifted the picture and found the safe. Success, at last! He put on his black gloves and soundlessly started work- ing on the safe. A queer buzzing sound broke the silence. Then, once more the room was quiet and sinister, and the air too tense. Five slow gongs were heard. Mr. Snotton stirred in his chair, put his hand to his face, pushed the cloth off, and dazedly looked at it. On the white cloth was the picture of the Black Shadow. To it clung the faint odor of the drug peculiar to The Shadow which made a person sleep for four hours. Then Mr. Snotton ' s gaze travelled to the picture. There was The Shadow, crumpled on the floor with a face distorted by pain, dead. He had been killed by the electric current run- ning through the safe which meant certain death to one ignorant of its presence. Rita Livernois ' 33 The Inconsistency of a Boy They ' ll find out. Just you wait! They ' ll be sorry. You bet. Just let ' em wait. They ' ll see! Such were the thoughts that passed through the mind of Billy Morris as he reclined on an old cot in the shed behind his home. I got $2.45. There ain ' t much I can ' t do with that! Oh, no! Dusk had fallen and lights had begun to glimmer in the houses up and down the street. Soon Mrs. Morris came to a window and called out, Billy! Billy, come in now. It ' s bedtime. Bill-ee! Silence. Billee! Still silence. I ' ll call your father, warned the voice. Billy did not stir. Let ' em call, he thought. Who cares? Another figure appeared at the window and, after a moment ' s low murmur, a masculine voice boomed out, Billy, you rascal, come in

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OCTOBER 1932 11 ings and a very high tower which is always lighted at night. At the gate there were two men, called guards, dressed in khaki suits. As I entered, I went to the place where auto- mobiles are parked. Then I took a walk up to the office where I got a slip in order to go on a submarine. This slip had printed on it, Sub- marine R-13. As I walked down the wharf where the sub- marine R-13 was, I saw what appeared to be just a straight floor with a mast on it. As I got near the submarine, the sailors said, Un- able to come on because we are painting, but then the sailors yelled over to R-ll and asked if I could go on and they said, Sure. So I went over to the R-ll and walked down the narrow gang-plank. I saw a hole in the floor similar to a manhole with a ladder down it and the sailor said to go down. The first room I went to was the exploding room which held machinery and the sailor showed me how to put in a torpedo weighing about 2.640 pounds. The doors between each room look like little round holes. In the next room were the bunks for the captain ' s bed, and private desk. The third room was the kitchen. The table was placed in the middle of the floor, on one side was an ice-box and sink, and on the other side were pegs. Near the door through which I entered was a very large compass. In other rooms I saw the motors used to emerge and to submerge with, compression tanks, and diving suits. I also had a chance to look through a telescope under water. The most important part of a submarine is that all of it is under water. When I came up I had a chance to go on a ship which they called, The Mother Ship of the Submarines. On this ship there were kit- chens, boiler rooms, and on the top were an- chors and life-boats. The most important room of this boat is the radio room. After I finished going through this boat, I walked around to see the different buildings. The tower which ' I have mentioned before is always in use for marines so that they may practice deep sea diving and bring air tubes down to a submarine that has sunk and pump oxygen into the ship. This is a very interesting trip for people that enjoy different sea methods. Beverly Lawton ' 35 Saturday at the Brown ' s House There are four members of the Brown family: the father, the mother, Willis aged ten, and Rose aged sixteen. As the scene opens it is seven o ' clock in the morning, and Mr. Brown is just leaving for work. Willis slides down the bannister, and ends in a heap at the end. He forgot to hold on in his hurry. Mother reminds him that he never gets up this early when he has to go to school. He has his breakfast and goes out- doors to play football with the rest of the boys. As he trips out the back door, (he forgot that there was a threshold) a cry comes from up- stairs and Mother rushes up to find Rose ' s clothes strewn around the room, and a few dainty pieces wrapped around the chandelier. It is now dinner time. Willis comes walking in, torn, dirty, but happy nevertheless. His mother gives out a screech that can be heard all the way around the block, and Willis decides to throw away the remains of his shirt, place his trousers on a chair so that the rips won ' t show, and washes up. He looks none the worse except for numerous scratches, and proves to the family that he is all right by proceeding to eat up everything in sight, in- cluding half a cake. The afternoon is spent leisurely enough by going to the moving pictures. At supper, he, as usual, spills half of the baked beans on his lap, and the rest around — and in— his mouth. After supper, Willis is nowhere to be seen. His mother begins to think there is a fly in the ointment, for Willis disappeared shortly after his mother had mentioned a bath. Mr. Brown decides that he knows where Willis is. A short while afterward, Mr. Brown appears again, dragging what appears to be a bundle of clothes with hay stuck in it, On closer scru- tiny, it turns out to be Willis, who, it appears,

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OCTOBER 1932 13 here immediately or I ' ll go out there for you. Billy! This time the boy arose. He knew the voice of authority. With his hands in his pockets and a gloomy look upon his face, he scuffed out of the shed and across the yard. Are you coming? demanded his father. Sure, I am. Well hurry up about it. Billy entered the doorway. Well? he in- quired. Time for you to go to bed and hurry up about it. No dawdling tonight. Awright. The youngster slowly made his way into the hall and up the stairs. He sat down upon a chair by the window and gave himself up to morose thoughts again. Half an hour later when his father entered the room, Billy was still sitting by the window, but the ugly thoughts had left his mind and he was gazing absently at the moon. Why aren ' t you in bed? It ' s after nine o ' clock. I ' ll just sit here until I see you asleep. Hurry, now. The weary, yet patient look upon the face of the man caused Billy to feel a sudden pang of pity. Maybe I won ' t do it after all, he thought, He hastened to undress and was soon in the Land of Nod. The next morning when Billy awoke, the delicious odor of griddle-cakes reached him. Oh, boy, he shouted and jumped out of bed, was dressed, and downstairs in a jiffy. Griddle-cakes were the thing. After he had finished breakfast, he went out to the shed to hunt for a screw driver. A bundle of odds and ends tied up in a red kerchief lying beside a stout stick caught his attention. Gosh! he said. Gee! I forgot that. He stared at the bundle as if he had never seen it before. Then, suddenly, he grabbed the kerchief, spilled its contents on the floor and chucked it behind a barrel. The stick he broke and deposited in the same place. I guess I won ' t run away from home after all, he concluded. Mom and Dad are pretty good sports. And then he grinned. He ran back to the kitchen. Hi, mom, he greeted, want me to help you with the dishes? Elizabeth Sutcliffe ' 35