Westfield High School - Weather Vane Yearbook (Westfield, NJ)

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24 THE WEATHER VANE TO THE UNDERGRADUATES To all those who have yet to live and suffer (as seniors) I write this word. Did you ever have a cold and venture forth into the world with its effects oppressing you heavily? The first of those whom you are to encounter is perhaps Mama, who vainly attempts to thrust upon you her pet remedy, next you battle against similar attempts from your Dad; and when these are overcome, you venture out to face the world itself. Each person you meet from there on, as he scans the situation and beholds the huge mouchoir (probably one of Dad's collection ) which you have at hand, begins to prescribe, and the prescriptions of the sum total vary from the special home-made concoction to Pine Bros, cough drops. And at the end of the day—alas! what troubles have you not had added to your cold. Well, to all outside appearances, to tackle this big world” against which we must battle after leaving school is as bad as to venture out with a cold. From the time you first become a senior the prescriptions begin. Each one in his own way and according to his own experience tells you how to get the strangle-hold on the world-about-to-be-met. You hear it in chapel; you hear it in church; and it echoes again at home. But cheer up and be optimistic for you will in the end use your own methods and preach them in turn to the “youngsters who are graduating.” Anne Revere, ’22. A CI-ASS SONG—Tune: “Ten Thousand Strong” Under the gold and white are we tonight, Twenty-two, with thee; How beloved of our hearts is your name. Our voices all merrily ring in the jubilee As thy praises we proclaim, As thy praises we proclaim. Onward marching! Onward marching! True to thy colors we’ll be forever— Chorus: For four long years we’ve tarried Amid the work and fun, But now our course is ended, Our high school is done. Among these halls of learning, no longer may we dwell. Dear Westfield Alma Mater—we hid thee farewell. Mary Ball. ’-J-

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THE WEATHER VANE 23 Lucas is still undecided whether Stanford, Cornell or Penn, will be the scene of his downfall! Collier is more or less of an unknown member, although he aspires to Columbia. It can hardly be said that the girls are especially technical, literary, or aspiring. They are on the whole, content to lead a Life of Riley” and let the gentlemen strive. Maybe they are right, who knows? Anne Revere hopes to get through Wellesley and then try Johns Hopkins. Frances Smitley is going to Simmons, and later take over her father’s book establishment, properly termed The Dixie Book Shop. Catherine Dauchy is trying Connecticut College; Phyllis Watts has hopes of Smith, and Virginia Walker is going to Wheaton. Cecily Watlington, Elizabeth Evans and Ruth Jackson are taking up that brain taxing occupation of Kindergartening. We wish them luck! Muriel Rich and M'argaret Barrett are also contemplating some phase of the pedagogical profession. Edna Perkins, Helen Rankin, Julia Morrow, and Mary Ball are competing for the job of Secretary to Harding. Also, in view of the fact that the President needs a few good stenographers, Grace Scott, Gladys Sortor, Helen Riley, and Jessie Weller, the “Business Speed Kings,” are contemplating an income with no less than three naughts attached. Marjorie Plant, Katherine Noble, Mary Kay and Helen Martin have all enjoyed W. H. S. so much that they are coming back for a P. G. Next comes the multitude who look at the future and answer all inquiries with a Question Mark. They cannot feature a cold departure from home, and they do not relish another year beneath these portals. So as to the future of Carolyn Darbv. Frances Edwards, Edwina Jones, Virginia Nicholas, Frances Gendall and Ruth Holverson, you can guess as well as I. It would be difficult even to suggest what path Betty Pierson will be inspired to pursue! Four of our goodly number are giving themselves up to various preparatory or finishing schools. Just what the preparation or finish” will be, I cannot say ; but Elizabeth Tremaine is trying Bradford Academy; Ruth Tremaine, Sea Pines; Gudrun Eskeson, Sweet Briar; and Margaret Faulkner, like Lucas, is still meditating the Pros, and Cons, of several. The Golden West has attracted Alice Wright who is departing for the University of Wisconsin in search of a B. A. degree in Journalism and Physical Training. Thus you have the compiled future of iy22. “Caesar was ambitious,” but the present aggregation could give the old Roman particulars on some ambitions worth while. The Educational Heights have been reached by some, but there are those struggling further to gain the pinnacle of success ! Here are hopes that someday they may succeed! Alice Wright.

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THE WEATHER VANE 25 DUSK Across the fields the beeches in the West, Grim and gaunt and silent, standing Outlined against the grandeur of the sky, Are as the hopes, long dead of yesteryear. The saffron glow, dreams of today, fading Into the dull gray of realty. Steeps all the world in gloom. But now, shining with a new radiance. The evening star is seen, a promise of Hopes fulfilled, of dreams come true, desires That are to he. for as always, out from The darkness comes a light. Mary Virginia Bell HOW TO MAKF Till-: 7:45 TRAIN TO NFW YORK There is probably a scientific recipe by following which the 7:45 can be made easily and without confusion. The formula has not as yet been worked out in such a way as to appeal to the world for practical use, but one look at the C. R. R. of N. I. convinces us that it can be done. So science, although not yet satisfied with the following formula as a finished product, offers it to the public with the understanding that it i-subject to revision. Required: One Big Ben Alarm Clock, a piece of string, a shopping bag, a trip ticket, much money, and a good disposition. Thursday night at bed-time, decide to go to New York. Before getting into bed. attach the string to that part of the Big Ben which makefile noise, set Big Ben for 6 A. M.. tie the other end of string to the smallest digit of the right hand. Rest very quietly until six A. M., when the said small digit will be violently pulled by the string. Rise and remove string.