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

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DECEMBER, 1947 Welcome Gulliverettes of 1951 The Gulliverettes KENT BLAIR ' 49 I really don ' t know, have you ever met The couple they call the Gulliverettes? Their adventures are many, the world they do roam; Why sometimes I ' ve heard they even come home. They had two adventures that really were swell, One to the land where the bold giants dwell; The next after crossing several deep seas They came to the land of the wee pygamees, Here in this little palace, Wells High whose name, You will see in the hall, or the portals of fame; Those poor little Freshmen so skinny and small Stand next to a Junior so strong and so tall You ' ll see them with books and notebooks galore; Which reach from the ceiling right down to the floor. They talk and they jabber and they giggle all day, While the traffic officers yell, Get along on your way. But we, being Juniors and Seniors, you know; The best hospitality to Freshmen show For after probation for three years they ' ll be The sophisticated Seniors of dear Mary E. The Gulliverettes Take Over LOIS LEPAGE ' 49 LUCILLE TRUDEAU ' 49 In the beginning of September, 1947, a new and large family of tiny people moved into the renowned institution of Wells High. Their amazement, bewild- erment, and utter confusion concerning the new and different surroundings, gave the older and more ex- perienced giants a real opportuity to exercise their authority. Of course, in order to get acquainted with these newcomers, it was necessary for them to be noticed (which could be accomplished only by having them stand out) — by having them be different — very dif- ferent. Styles were chosen for the tiny people to wear which were mixtures of 18th century, modern, coun- try, and city. Good-naturedly our tiny people agreed to the re- quests of their superiors, and chaos filled the week. As a reconciliation and to prove good intentions, cele- bration took place at the end of the week. New friendships commenced, amendments were made, and altogether a grand time was had by all. At last everyone was considered one large family — ■ no further exceptions. Yes, the little people no longer had to fear the giants — they had jumped the hurdle. They are growing very quickly, and as they pro- gress, they too, lend a hand in the preparations for next year ' s new-comers and also share the frequent good-times throughout their stay. The Gulliverette Twins MARCIA SMALL ' 49 The other day I had the most peculiar assignment in my career as the dashing reporter, Jack Blake. Surely, you have heard of me! I cover all the news in Worcester County and of course I always scoop the other papers. Now, where was I? Oh, yes — that peculiar assign- ment. It all came about in this way: I was sitting calmly at my desk, writing up a fea- ture story, when along came the editor with that cer- tain gleam in his eye that always means a disagreeable task. After much hemming and hawing, he finally got around to saying that Mary E. Wells High School had a big scoop — probably just something about the dra- matic club — but he wanted me, Jack Blake, to go up there and see what it was all about. After deciding that I could climb that hill more easily than lose my job. I flung out the door. I was in quite a mood when I finally reached the high school, all out of breath. However, I forgot everything else after Mr. Robertson had told me his story. He claimed that he had two new pupils, called the Gulliverette twins, about one inch tall! After hunting high and low, he located the twins perched on the telephone. No one seemed to know where they had originally come from, and certainly I have never, in all my experience, seen a place where people dress as the twins were. The boy had on a woman ' s dress, hat and apron, while the girl was wearing men ' s trousers and a shirt. Mr. Robertson informed me that some days the girl wore shoes of different heights, unmatched stockings, and dSs- reputible coiffures. The boy was just as bad with ties worn down his back, lipstick, and earrings. During my interview with them, they talked intel- ligently, although they seemed confused among so many normal-sized people. The teachers were at their wit ' s end because the twins were always late to class, having lost their sense of direction in the cor- ridors teeming with other pupils. I returned to my office in rather a dazed condi- tion and the editor, refusing to believe my story, al- most fired me. To this day he doesn ' t believe me, as the next week the twins had become thoroughly initiated in the ways of Wells and now it is impossible to distinguish them from the other pupils. But I know it ' s true. I saw them!

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THE CRIMSON AND GRAY PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE MARY E. WELLS HIGH SCHOOL, SOUTHBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS VOLUME XXXI DECEMBER, 1947 NUMBER 1 CRIMSON AND GRAY STAFF 1947-1948 Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor Business Manager Secretary . Treasurer Subscription Manager Business Staff William Coderre Richard St. Martin Murat Regip Allen Greene Robert Craig Jordan Zaek Philip Cheney Raymond Casavant Ronald DiGregorio William Powers Subscription. Staff Nancy Knight Steve Pappas Mary Piccione Katherine Hyland Dexter Clifford Christine Ferguson Faculty Adviser Miss Fitzgerald Thomas Stoupis Patricia Lewis Robert Keyes Jeanne LeBlanc George Bibeau Clare Tullv Editorial Staff Alumni Jean Meunier Athletics Helen Pienta Vincent DelVecchio Exchanges Alyne Eaves Locals Pauline Hefner Helen Boucher Pauline St. Onge Marcia Small Prattle Ramona LeClaire Typing Staff Louisa Ziu Pauline Tremblay Constance Staves Lorraine Proulx Shirley Girard Barbara Theriault COVER DEPARTMENT HEADINGS TABLE OF CONTENTS Robert Lundstrom ' 49, and Roy Provost ' 49 Robert Lundstrom ' 49 PACE WELCOME CULLIVERETTES OF 1951 Kent Blair ' 49, Lois LePage ' 49, Lucille Trudeau ' 49, Marcia Small ' 49, Helen Pienta ' 48, Pauline St. Onge ' 49, Robert Craig ' 49, David Varnum ' 49, Bob Cenereux ' 49, Ann Marie Flynn ' 49, Norman Cloutier ' 51, Stuart Barr ' 49 EDITORIALS Ronald Sheriffs LITERATURE loan Lakin ' 51 ' 48, Donald Grenier ' 49, Ann Maloney ' 50, Peterson ' 48, Shirley Cirard ' 48 Helen Boucher ' 48, Harold Paul Woodbury ' 51, David Boudreau ' 48, Nita LaRochelle ' 49, Barbara St. Martin ' 49, Harry Desrosiers ' 49, Tom Stoupis ' 48, Alyne Eaves ' 48. Lois Gagnon ' 50, Roberta Palmer ' 48, Norma Cassavoy ' 50, Jackie Lucier ' 49, Shirley DiFederico ' 48 Phyllis Agard ' 49 LOCALS ALUMNI SPORTS . • Anthony Sobieski ' 51, John Allabashi ' 48 PRATTLE .... . . Carmen Stanto ' 48, Joan Madura ' 48, Kae Hyland ' 50, Jean Meunier ' 48, Martha Phillips ' 51, Phyllis Agard ' 49, Ramona LeClaire ' 48, Clare Tully ' 48, Lois Gagnon ' 50, Barbara St. Martin ' 49, J. Dexter Clifford ' 50, George Tetreault ' 48, Theodore Hong ' 50 12 16 17 20

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THE CRIMSON AND GRAY The T5ulliverettes1n The Office -HCLEN PIENTA ' 48 Nonchalantly the senior girl sailed in and deposit- ed the yellow slips on the teacher ' s desk. The dread- ed moment had come. Once again we began to shrink to Gulliver size. Among ourselves we are wise, cocky, and sophisticated but the minute we come into con- tact with upper-classmen and their doings — we ' re Gullivers again. The teacher read our names and handed out the slips. The yellow slips seemed to be larger than we were. We were frightened. What had we done? Why were we summoned to the office — the place where seldom freshmen were called — the place which brought fear and dread to our minds. To increase the fear and hysteria, the yellow slips said at the end of the period. We solwly counted the minutes till the first bell rang, hoping it would never come. Blindly we made our way to the office. The way wasn ' t too familiar in this large maze of rooms. Be- fore us loomed the door and on it the words Prin- cipal ' s Office. Please come in. Smaller we shrank and were tempted to run away to hide. A pleasant voice called out, Come in. We opened the door and entered. In the office were other freshmen and upper- classmen. We were certain nobody would ever see us because we felt so small, but the secretary took our slips, and asked one question. Which bus do you take to school? That is all, one question, and after we squeaked out our answers, we were told that we could leave. Quickly we walked out. What a relief! What joy! Why it wasn ' t bad at all. Rapidly our confidence re- turned and we grew. We were no longer Gullivers — that is, until we met the upperclassmen again. The Gulliverettes At The Coke Bar PAULINE ST. ONCE ' 49 Sometimes I ' m inclined to feel sorry for the Gulli- verette twins. They really are so young and don ' t dare risk annoying the giants. Why, just the other day between 3rd period and 4th period at the coke bar in school, Gulliver wanted to get drinks for himself and his sister. As it often happens, many giants were clustered around the coke machine exchanging the latest gossip. Gulliver patient- ly waited in the background for the giants to clear away, but when they seemed determined to say, he slowly attempted to elbow his way through. Twice the giants pushed into place in front of him and stepped on his toes, but Gulliver, undaunted, worked his way through slowly and almost hopelessly and . at last, success! He had reached his goal, the coke machine now stood within an arm ' s reach. Clutching his nickels he reached for the slot and dropped them in. The hard earned cokes were now in his possession, but Ring! Ring! went the bell, and he was called to class, mi- nus his coke. The Gulliverettes At Assembly MARCIA SMALL ' 49 The Gulliverette twins are ready to give up and go home to Gulliver land where they feel that all men are created free and equal. Why do they have this feel- ing? It ' s like this. It seems that it is the custom at Wells High School to have an assembly every week. This is fine and dandy for everyone concerned except the Gulli- verettes. Half the time they can ' t go on account of the shortage of seats. There they sit in their home- room, books in hand, all set for a peaceful hour of study, while all the giants, with satisfied smirks on their conceited faces, troop by the doors on their way to a wonderful entertainment. If, by a miracle, the twins do have a chance to go, they invariably end up in the corner seat of the bal- cony where they view the movie (it ' s always a movie on those days) from an angle which is absolutely im- possible. Now the twins aren ' t poor sports or anything of that sort. They realize that next year they will see all the assemblies and that their country cousins will be the ones who will miss out. It ' s just that with meatless Tuesdays and eggless and poultryless Thurs- days, they can ' t bear that seat shortage! Ipso and Facto ROBERT CRAIG ' 49 DAVID VARNUM ' 49 There once were two sprites Two quite tiny mites Not over six inches in size Who were caught in a whirlwind And quickly were hurled in Wells High, which was quite a surprise! Said Ipso to Facto Alas and alacto!! 1 fear we are lost in a school! We might have to work When I ' d much rather shirk All my work for I ' d rather fool! Now, Ipso was furious But Facto was curious So they wandered around and around They went through each room On their jet-propelled broom Though none of us heard any sound! Sometimes they ' d stay There all through the day, Or they might quickly zoom out the door But one day they both fell Into an inkwell So I fear we shall see them no more! Gulliver, Firefighter BOB CENEREUX ' 49 John P. Gulliver, an industrious little man, wistfully volunteered to fight a small fire in a little bit of brush near Leadmine Pond. He energetically jumped on the fire truck and was whisked away to Leadmine. Be- fore he had a chance to recover his weak breath, a thirty pound pump can was put on his back and he was pointed in the right direction and told to fight. It was a new adventure for him, but after a while it got to be tiresome. He was drenched to the skin from a leak in his water can, covered with mud from the swamp, and dirty with soot from the fire. After going through the night in total darkness, he was glad to see the sky lighting up. Then he discov- ered it was not morning, but a new fire burning vigorously in the timber! Receiving an order to move, he set off to quell the blaze. Falling off a ledge, denting in the can, and getting many bruises, he finally reached the fire. Just as he started to pump he noticed that air was coming out instead of water. My, what a time to run out of water! Slowly he started back for a refill and reached the pump. Sit- ting down, waiting his turn, he is presently pounded on the back and told that since he had been loafing all day he might as well sign out.