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

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DECEMBER, 1947 21 Cosmetics JEAN MEUNIER ' 48 Boys, have you ever wondered why girls wear cosmetics — make-up or wart paint as you call it? Yes? Well, so have we, and after a recent survey in Wells High School, here is the answer. Most girls say, Why, it makes me look better. You can see right there, boys, that the girls use cosmetics just to look nice for you. Whether you agree that they should, remains to be seen. As far back as the time when pyramids were built in Egypt, girls have used cosmetics. In the pyramids archaeologists found red pastes made from clay with which the ladies smeared themselves. An absolutely white powder was also found which made the girls look more like ghosts than human beings. It ' s a proved fact that Cleopatra used make-up to catch her men. Marc Antony and Caesar were both be- guiled by her charms. All through the Middle Ages and Rennaissance woman found all sorts of creams, pastes, paints, and powders to put on her face. During the eighteenth century do you remember the reference to Mrs. Elizabeth Porter in Macaulay ' s Johnson who was paint- ed half an inch thick? It was lucky Johnson ' s eye- sight was not better at that time. Cosmetics are a part of the growth of our country. You have heard about the ladies of early American days who followed their husbands to the new fron- tiers. They pressed juice from berries and used this as a base for some make-up; the rest they brought with them. They did not go off without their cos- metics although they left more valuable possessions back home. Cosmetics are part of the dress of a woman. Without thgm she feels lost. Women support one of the biggest businesses in the country. Last year alone $24,200,000 was spent on lipstick — only one item in the cosmetic line. This is enough to give $4,000 apiece to 7,300,000 children with which they could attend college. So boys, if you have any ideas about trying to stop women from wearing cosmetics, just forget them. Women will continue to do as they have done for centuries. II II Bless The Seniors ' Souls! MARTHA PHILLIPS ' 51 The memories of Freshman Week Will linger with me always. I ' ll remember how I was so meek, Wanderin g ' round the hallways. I wore towels ' round my head, And skirts down to my ankles. And rouge that made my cheeks so red I looked like Maisie Dankles. I wore high-heels and upswept hair And some horrid looking clothes. I really looked like a tired mare. BLESS THE SENIORS ' SOULS! Social Scientists PHYLLIS ACARD ' 49 Whoever told you that Chemistry is hard? It may be a little complicated but it ' s fun. Here is an example of a regular two-week session. After a week of delayed homework, everyone studies hard to catch up for the bi-weekly test. Mr. Laakso gives us a couple of hours of brain-racking problems, after which he tells us the answers we should have known (no one did), and we emerge downcast. Friday is laboratory day! You know, the place from which sharp odors are always diffusing — and where explosions are supposed to occur! But strangely enough, not one person has broken anything nor have we (as yet) blown up the lab. In the lab Ruth Butterworth puts on her rubber apron (the only one in the class) and prepares the apparatus. Nobert Benoitand Robert Cuikay are her assistants, Mr. Laakso is directing, and the rest of the class gather around the take to take notes. Joan Hill hangs out the Danger sign on the door of room 1 22 and off we go. Today we ' re making chlorine. After two periods of holding our noses and laughing at Mr. Laakso ' s jokes, we start to clean up. Some of our most im- portant discoveries so far are ( 1 ) if you put your finger into water while it is being electrolized, you get a shock, and (2) if you make chlorine, you should open the windows first. If I have changed your mind about Chemistry, I ' m glad. If I haven ' t, stop in some Friday morning and we ' ll give you a chlorine sandwich and a drink of HCI. LuCille Trudeau RutH Butterworth NorbErt Benoit JaMes Sly Bob Orslni Bob Stuart Warren Thompson PeteR Metro PhYllis Agard Bob Cuikay RaLph Marcelli loAn Hill Harry DeSrosiers Richard MorSe Sounds the RAMONA LeCLAIRE ' 48 I like the sound . . . Of children playing in the autumn leaves, Of locomotives whistles on cold winter eves, Of the robins, quivering, April sweet, Of Christmas Carols that are sung along street, Of wild geese ready for their flight, Of the crickets on a warm summer night, Of the angry waves breaking on the shore, Of pines bending to the wind ' s sullen roar, Of the restful purring of a kitten, Of the click of needles that are knittin ' , Of the swish of a sailboat sailing by, Of the drone of an airplane in the sky, Of the salute of passing ships at sea, Of young voices tuned in harmony. But the sound of church-bells calling us to prayer, Is the sound of sounds, beyond compare. Frank Crandon )Ohn Sobieski CeOrge Perikli Joe Taraskiewicz Choo Choo Bushe Phil CAron Loland Lavallee Edgie VoLoka Louis Theodoss CeorgE Rutcho lAn Soutar George Metras

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20 THE CRIMSON AND GRAY Prattle Long Skirts CARMEN SANTO ' 48 It all started in ' 43, When someone shouted, Below the knee! The girls went wild, the boys all stared To see material slimmed, not flared. This went on for a vear or so Until a designer named Lelong Became depressed and started a trend By creating skirts with a bend. Make them short was the fashion now; We want our legs to show anyhow. Alas, we arrive in ' 47 With hems about the height of eleven. We all predict they ' re here to stay. Something new, says Lily Dache. What do you think? Do you agree That it ' s better to have them below the knee? When Seniors Get Together or The Power Behind The Throne JOAN MADURA ' 48 Would you like to know the laughs and argu- ments we have when the group of Seniors meet? To begin, early in the morning Harold Peterson puts his head into all senior home rooms long enough to state that there will be a meeting. Then for the next few minutes you hear ohs and gee whizzes from the seniors. Finally we ' re all seated in study hall and with a quiet please from Pete, the meeting opens. You can be sure that the minute after Pete has brought up the subject of the meeting, Murat Regip will jump up and call for a discussion on the subject. At this point everyone jumps up and tries to quiet Regip, which almost leads to a class argument, instead of a meeting. Once more Pete tries. It comes time to vote. Then comes Regip again, wanting another discussion — this time on the vote. Claire Blanchet is frantically taking notes, for she is class secretary. Some seniors are trying to get their home-work done also. Meanwhile, Edmond Voloka is seriously studying his Biology so that he can please Mr. Kyrios. Next, up jumps Sully who wishes to discuss one of Murat ' s discussions. During a moment ' s silence, Helen Boucher fries to make a helpful sugges tion, but she is ruled down by Ernie Duquette. At last we vote. Now comes Donald Crenier, who always has a good idea. He expresses his opinion, when, oh! yes! you ' ve guessed it, Murat disagrees with Donald ' s good idea — and he wants another discussion. After just so many of Regip ' s discussions, Helen Pienta usually makes a motion to close the meeting, which Lorraine Proulx and Rita Duff quickly second. So far that ' s the only motion that Regip doesn ' t want to discuss. Now you see why there are so many ohs and gee whizzes when a meeting is announced. Really, however, 1948 is a very well-run class. We chose our cap and gown colors in one vote; we ' re run- ning a senior play; we ' ve given a successful dance! Therefore things really should be discussed, shouldn ' t they, Murat? Willie ' s Explorations KAE HYLAND ' 50 Out of the black and stormy night, Into Wells High he did alight. And many wonders did he explore — Listen and I ' ll tell you more. ' Twas 1950, tht wonderful year, When our graduation soon was near. But what dear Willie didn ' t know Was that this old high school had been buried by snow Since 1947, or there about. They ' d just gotten ' round to shovel it out! So through the door he courageously passed And looked upon this scene, aghast! Each boy stood hammering the next one ' s head To beat out the rhythm that Miss Palmer read. In 118, Mr. Tardiff shouted with glee, For his pupils had learned their geometry. From the auditorium came a beautiful sound, Miss Brodeur ' s singing French class famed the world ' round. Mr. Kyrios ' room was quiet, no trailor truck ' s din, And no football heroes came scurrying in! The boys were all handsome and tall and strong, The girls were all pretty; their dresses were long, And much to every teacher ' s delight, Every one of them studied with all his might! Willies wrote these amazing facts down, Then hurried as fast as he could back to town. He wrote a long story about his stay, Then passed it in to the Crimson and Cray!

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22 THE CRIMSON AND GRAY Christmas Gifts To Anita Bozzo — a certain curler for her bangs. To Arlene Olson — a jeep so all her pals can ride to school together. To Phil Caron — a date book to keep his dates in order. To Febo Bartoli — an alarm watch to check him up during the day. Jet Propulsion unit to speed up the Sturbridge bus. To Mary Marino — a lollypop for a nice little girl. To Effie Costa — lipstick to make up for Freshman week. To Ernest Duquette — new jokes and sounds. To Stewart Kimball — a motorcycle to keep up with his brother. To Nancy Marcelli — high heeled wedgies. To Lucille DeBois — a black date book. To Nap Favreau — a new paper bag to replace one six years old. To |ohnny Bushe — a pair of shoulder pads to follow Choo Choo. To George Tetreault — a dictation machine and sec- retary. To Jane Dickerson — a scooter to catch the Sturbridge bus. To Andra Shepherd — a perpetual nickel for a coke. To George Metras — a toy gun to keep trouble away. To Susan Parker — a bushel basket for her apples. To Steven Tanionos — a portable gas pump. A On Dickens 7 Christmas Carol CLARE TULLY ' 48 A weary student came out of Mary Wells High School long after 3:00. It was a bleak and dreary day in December. When he arrived at home that night, the house was empty — his folks had gone to Boston for the week. He prepared a meager supper of a coke, two sandwiches, and a piece of three layer chocolate cake and then retired to the living room to do his homework. This student had many books and a great deal of homework to do. He sighed and stared at the pile of books. Ah — the curse of a senior! The wind howled and shutters banged — but the warm fire lulled him pleasantly and he was soon asleep. How long he dozed he knew not when suddenly he awoke with a start. A strange apparition appeared, a ghostly spectacle in the shape of a man came through the door! Had he been reading too much Hamlet Lately? Surely this wasn ' t a ghost? The person had a strange aura of sterness about him that was a bit frightening. Around his neck were pencils and. pens, and in his hand a sheaf of papers. Who are you, what do you want of me, Sir? the senior asked. The ethereal stranger answered, I am the Ghost of Last Term, I have come to show you the mistakes you have made. In a weak reply the boy said, All right, I ' ll come. The Ghost took him by the hand and flew out the window. As the fog cleared away he found himself in Mrs. Cook ' s room. Remember that test you didn ' t study for? That mark won ' t do you any good, said the Ghost of Last Term. Oh, groaned the boy, I remember now, and I ' m sorry I didn ' t study for it. Well, I hope you have learned a lesson from this, the Ghost said to the student. When the boy started to say Yes, he realized he was back in his own room. He opened a book and tried to study. He thought, that must have been a dream, how silly to heed a Ghost ' s advice! So he opened a magazine. Soon he became overcome with drowsiness. Like a flash, a masked spectre appeared before him. This ghost looked a trifle different from the other, and on his cloak was a question mark. I am the Ghost of Next Term, he said. Without a word he drew his cloak about the boy and they whizzed through space. They were soon in the office of the Dean of Admissions at the col- lege the boy hoped to attend. The dean was studying a report about the boy and shaking his head while saying, I see this boy doesn ' t have a very good report about his studying. It says he doesn ' t concentrate. Sorry, but he won ' t be good college material. The boy looked awfully disappointed, so the Ghost of the Future Term said, If you concentrate from now on, you can change this. Decide to study or to loaf. If you study, you can succeed. With that he vanished. The boy awoke, looked at the magazine in his ' hands, then threw it down quickly. Without a sound he picked up his English book and concentrated fierce- ly far into the night. She Says Shell Be Right With You RAMONA LeCLAIRE ' 48 (With Apologies to Phyllis Wrightl Don ' t sigh and tap your foot and frown — Five more minutes and she ' ll be down. There ' s a long list of things to do ' Twixt bubble bath and meeting you. A man just can ' t appreciate A girl ' s workout before a date. Bring on lipstick and powderbase And rouge to brighten her pale, tired face. Scissors and tweezer and brush and pin Curler and comb for our heroine. Fetch the polish for toe and finger, Spray her with scent, so he ' ll sniff and linger. Summon two garments of silk and elastic; One to uplift, and one more drastic. Put on her undies and fasten the hooks And zip on the girdle to help her looks. Anchor her stockings and buckle her shoes Fix bracelet catches and earring screws. Ease her gently into her gown; Button it up and smooth it down. Fill her purse with a kit of repairs, Then send her hurrying down the stairs. You men don ' t realize it takes a lot To turn a girl into what she ' s not. Paul Woodbury CarolE Daniels George BeLba Nancy MarCelli Nelson HOrr NorMan Staves TherEsa Proulx Ann Freeland LorRaine Vacher Gloria WhitE John BuShe Rita Serbert Vangel Michael GErald Suprenant WayNe Small