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

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THE CRIMSON AND GRAY ball. Finally Mae decided that the captain of the winning team should have the honor of taking her. This condition merely added feeling to the rivalry between the North and South. Finally came the day of the game. Neither team had been beaten so far in its schedule. In the last quarter of the game when both teams were tied, Jack after a fumble by Jim, recovered the ball and made a ninety yard dash to the goal line for a touchdown. This ninety yard dash gave the victory to the North Side, and Mae as Jack ' s partner for the dance. On the night of the dance Jack went over into enemy territory, the South Side of the river, to get Mae; but Jim in true enemy fashion got together a gang of fellows to tackle Jack. The gang tied him up and drove him down to an old shack. Here they hauled him into the middle of the room and spotted his face and hands with blue and orange paint, which were his school colors. His finger nails thev painted red. Then they let him go. He first got his location, and then followed every dark street he could find on the way back to Mae ' s house. When he got there he ducked around to the back of the house, went to the rear door, and rang the bell. Mae came to the door and he jumped in quickly. When Mae saw him she laughed and made fun of him. Then suddenly she thought of the ball. Jack couldn ' t go in those clothes! Neither could he get the paint off. She began thinking, How can we go? She suddenly said, I ' ll be a scrub woman, and we will each wear a sign on our backs ' Clean Up and Paint Up. ' They went to the masquerade and they won first prize for having the best costumes. Jack could find bat one fault. His costume lasted too long, for he didn ' t get the paint out of his hair and off his face for weeks. THE ARTIST June Barr ' 37 The Artist sat upon his Throre, And looked on earth below, On valleys, hills, and countryside Bathed in a soft, green glow. And as he looked, he pondered On how he ' d ever thought — The green of spring was lovely, In the picture he had wrought. Then knowing that the earthly eyes Must tire of the scene, He ' d change the color of the world And leave but little green. So with a lavish hand he dipped Into his pots of tint, And flung the colors far and wide Each tree and bush to glint. With orange, brown, and crimson red, With green and gold and yellow, He changed the landscape of the earth, Yet kept it soft and mellow. And soon he ' ll change the scene to white, And leave no trace of Autumn — He ' ll sweep his canvas clean of tints, His pots of paints forgotten. The Artist sat upon his Throne And gazed on field and wood, On gorgeous colors, rich in hue, And knew his work was good. MY IDEAL ROOM Rose Prendergast ' 37 If I were fortunate enough to have my bed- room just the way I wanted it, the color com- (Continued on Page 12)

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OCTOBER 1935 to our pioneer ' s cabins. The beds were nothing but boards over which were thrown blankets. Two of us huddled into one bed and shared the blanket between us. It had been a hot, sultry day and we slept well even on those hard beds. In the morning after washing our faces in the glacial brook outside our cabin, we had our usual breakfast of raw oatmeal mixed with nuts and raisins. It doesn ' t sound appetizing but it really was delicious. Soon we finished this and, after washing the dishes, packed our knapsacks, and started on our way. There were several changes in the scenery on the way. First, the trees became stunted and had less foliage; then there were no trees at all; and then — suddenly, we were walking over a broad expanse of snow. Sensing that we were tired of hiking, Monroe, our leader, declared a halt. Beyond the snow were some rocks where the tired ones rested, but most of us engaged in a snowball fight. Snowballs were flying thick and fast when we finally got ready to go. At length we came to the last house and from there on to the top a thousand feet of rocky cliff stretched skyward. Cable wires were attached along the sides and we clung to these and pulled ourselves up hand over hand. Should one slip and fall, on the left side one would fall into Germany and on the right, into Austria. We had been climbing through mist but as we reached the top, the clouds parted and we had a spectacular view for miles and miles of the Bavarian Alps in all their gloiy. It was with regret that we found that we were to descend almost at once because our leader, an excellent weather prophet, said that it would rain in an hour ' s time and that we better make as much progress as we could while the going was good. On the way down it started to rain and then to hail. Down the mountain we ran helter- skelter, our hair blowing in our eyes, and our clothes being soaked through. At the halfway house, after a hot cup of cocoa, we decided to go on for we couldn ' t get any wetter. Two of us met three little burros coming up the narrow path. We decided we wouldn ' t move for them, but pushed on. Presto, chango! and there we were covered in mud, rolling down an embankment slam bang, and then landing up against a tree. The burros, as stubborn as we, had pushed on also, and had pushed us right off the trail. Our friends came down to see if we were hurt but, finding us all right, climbed back and left us to pull ourselves together as best we could. The rain had swollen some of the little rivulets into roaring brooks and we had to detour in many places or wade through them. At last we went through the beautiful natural caverns beside the brook and found our bicycles waiting for us. Although some- what bedraggled, we reached the Hostil and were able to give the friends who stayed behind a glowing description of the wonders of the climb on Zugspitze. STAR DUST Evelyn Fay ' 37 A nebula of stars catapulted Toward earth. Like crystal bits of broken glass They rent the void of space with steely glint, And speeding onward crossed the silver path Of moon beams flecked with molten gold. At once, The rushing stars were ceased from flight, bathed In wondrous heat, then slowly winged their way To earth below. We call them fireflies. THE MASQUERADE BALL Stanley Blackmer ' 36 Jack, the Captain of the North Side foot- ball team, a very likeable fellow, had gone around with Mae, the school ' s best looking girl, until she moved across the river. There Jim, the Captain of the South Side ball team, dated her. Both North and South sides of the river joined once a year in supporting a big masquerade ball. This year there was an argument about who should take Mae to the

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FRESHMAN PAGE CHARACTERISTICS These facts we have discovered about the Freshmen ! These are their favorites: Radio Crooner — Bing Crosby Radio Program — Major Bowes ' Amateur Hour Popular Song — I ' m in the Mood for Love Radio Orchestra — Wayne King ' s Food — Chicken Color — Blue Flower — The Rose Actor-— Clark Gable Actress — Katherine Hepburn Winter Sport — Skating Summer Sport- — Swimming Author — Zane Grey Still other facts are: Ambition — To get out of high school Hobby — Stamp collecting Pet Hates — Homework and washing dishes Like to Dance? — Yes, (but we won ' t admit it ) And, of course, we always read the funnies first when we open a newspaper. WE WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN: If Phyllis were a Redoak instead of a Whiteoak If Alvin were a Pink instead of a Green If Eleanor were a Rod instead of a Barr If Robert were a Cow-bell instead of a Campbell If Howard were Wood instead of Cole If Richard were Dimes instead of Nichols If Catherine were a, Hunt instead of a Chase If Edythe were Bartholo-woof instead of Bartholomew If Richard were a Gooseberry instead of Woodbury If John were Food instead of a Beverage If Richard were a Painter instead of a Gardener If Norma were Blue instead of White If James were Wine instead of Champagne If Victor were Civilized instead of a Savage FRESHMAN REPORTER The Editor ' s desk was not over-clutt ered with themes from Freshmen competing for the position of Freshman Reporter. To counter- act, at least in part, the lack of quantity, a gratifying quality was to be found in all the entries received. Editor-in-chief Dwight AVebster, together with Mary Misiaszek, and Frank Locki, acted as judges. They compared the themes sub- mitted, on the bases of grammar, ease in ex- pression, orderliness, and ingenuity; and finally, after some difficulty, they came to a decision. The staff is pleased to announce Phyllis Whiteoak ' 39 as Freshman Class Reporter. OUR FRESHMAN ELECTION At their first general meeting in Mr. Winston ' s room, their faculty adviser, the Freshman class elected a nominating com- mittee which consisted of five people: Alvin Greene, Nina Hobson, Marion Ostrander, Ernest Nordman, and Jennie Lichorowiec. This committee held a special meeting which was attended by Mr. Greene and Mr. Winston. The committee had from the office a, complete list of the freshmen names. From this they selected people who would make good officers. Then they discussed such qualifications as scholarship, reliability, personality, initiative, honesty, cooperation, and appearance. Finally a list of candidates for each office was made up. Three boys were nominated for president, two girls for vice-president, four girls for sec- retary, and four boys for treasurer. The voting was carried out for two nights so that everyone could vote. On the third night the results of the election were posted on the bulletin boards on each floor. The results were as follows: president, Victor L ' Ecuyer; vice-president, Phyllis Whiteoak; secretary, Anne Mc Tighe; treasurer, Frank Guardiani.