Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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.DRADIATIC CLUB

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THE SENIOR YEAR BOOK 27 OI Nw THE l'liINC'll'.-XLS OF 'PHE SATYIIIJAY NIGHT CAST AND IIIRECTOIRS On February 16 and 18, the Senior class presented their class play, Quality Street, under the splendid direction of Mist: Jane B. Stanton The play was, indeed, one of Miss Stanton's greatest triumphs. To her we owe the undoubted sue:-ess of our performance- one of the best Senior plays ever presented. Miss Stanton, We thank you!

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THE SENIOR YEAR BOOK 29 'wb WG' Class Statistics One summer afternoon, I set out without any thought as to where my walk would end. Through the gate at the back of the yard I went, and up the steep hill I' scrambled, over slip- pery logs and stonesg under dripping branches, and through clumps of wet weeds and bushes. The air smelt moist and woodsy and seemed very oppressiveg but I resolutely pursued my difficult and laborious bit of journey. Panting and sweat- ing, foot by foot I ascended a hill, and at last I emerged from the strip of woodland into a pasture field, and stood upon the crest of a long undulated ridge that overlooked the deep val- ley below. I set off across the bit of valley and dashed headlong in among the trees on the other side. I progressed deeper and deeper into the wooded solitude. Presently I emerged into an open space, a natural arena in the forest. I was about to turn back from my tedious adventure when a wee, tinkling voice cried, Keep up your good spirit, my friend, and follow me. So you know what is drawing me away from home ? I questioned the invisible creature. Yes, I was sent here to guide you. Come I Who are you, my little man? said I. VVhy surely you remember me, said the high-pitched voice, I am the Spirit of 1928, and your class guardian, But where are you taking me? I asked. Be patient, wait and see, he replied. Oh, will my brain everbe disentangled from the net in which it is caught! Oh, Spirit, do answer me this one ques- tion, where are we going! To a Class Reunion? Where are all my classmates ? Somewhere, somehow, you will find them, he answered. Oh, how could this little creature keep me in suspense? If Znly I could grasp his shoulders and shake the words out of im! I reached forward, outstretched my arm, opened and clenched my hand, one tight grasp, but alas, the bodiless spirit eluded my grasp, yet the power of this intangible creature seemed to be stronger than mine. I sped along with this magnetic force drawing me onward. Suddenly, soft strains of music were heard in the distance. As I approached nearer, I identified the tune of our old school favorite, Cheer for Old Westerly. I was standing before a wonderful castle. Up the marble stairway I ascended, through the many portals until I found myself in a large reception room.