Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 102 of the 1927 volume:

-fr CFFICERS FOR THE CLASS OF 1927 QEOKE-v PRESIDENT . LAWRENCE HUBBARD VICE-PRESIDENT . ELEANOR BUCK SECRETARY . DOROTHY CARTER TREASURER ELTZABETI-I JENSEN rib f 'W X X L C M Ji To MARGARET WALLACE in appreciation of her helpfulness and good judgement as our Class Adviser for three years- - The Class of ,27 dedicates this I-Elm . Zlinretnnth HIS is the fifth publication of The Elm. Each year it has been improved and enlarged. We hope our readers will find that the fifth number has followed in the footsteps of its predecessors. The Literary and Joke Departments have been enlarged. This year also we have initiated a new type of advertisement in which each one tells its own story. That this has proved veryisuccessful is due to the untiring work of the heads of the Business Department, Winston Macdonough and Lawrence Hubbard. They deserve credit for their good work. I It has been suggested several times in the past that the school publish either a semi-annual or a monthly paper. We hope that this will be done next year, as it would undoubtedly be a success. We wish to thank the members of The Elm Board for their great assistance in bringing out The Ellllj especially Miss Clark and Miss Har- radon, our faculty advisers, without whose help and advice The Elm could not be published. Miss Appelbaum and her assistants have been a great help in type- writing all the Elm material. We wish them to know how much we appreciate it. Above all we thank the students of Wethersfield High School for their cooperation both in making up and in selling The Elm, and we wish the greatest success to The Elm of 1928. -The Editor. Anne Hope, VIII A 'he 'lm Vol. V. june, 1927 ELM BOARD BUSINESS MANAGER Robbins Allen, '27 ' EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Assistant Editor-in-Chief Graydon Lockwood, '28 Literary Editor Isabelle Wolcott, '27 ATHLETIC DEPARTMENT Charles Woodward, '27 -Assistant Burton Wooley, '28 ALUMNI DEPARTMENT Eleanor Buck, '27 Assistant Mildred Hannum, '28 ART DEPARTMENT Althea Dixon Assistant Ruth Peticolas EXCHANGE EDITOR Winston MacDonough, '2 Assistants Lawrence Hubbard, '27 Alwyn Broadersen, '28 Frances Deming, '29 SCHOOL NOTES Ruth Coughlin, '27 Assistants Ruth Towne, '28 Isabel Warner, '29 Mary Allen, '30 JOKE DEPARTMENT Douglas Wilkinson, '27 Assistants Frederick Pritchard, '28 Olive Symonds, '29 Virginia Becker, '30 JUNIOR HIGH EDITOR Lois Hartman FACULTY ADVISERS Miss Alice H. Clark Miss Marcella Harradon 7 No. 1 lihitnrialz THE NEW HIGH SCHOOL During the last year it has been planned to build a new High School in Wethersheld. After careful consideration of the center of school population, the Board purchased a plot of ground on Church Street, west of the railroad. This plot is almost exactly at the center of school population. Plans were drawn up for a High School Building. which will provide excellent modern high school opportunities. It will have facilities for manual training, domestic science, drawing, music, gymnasium classes, and a cafeteria. This is certainly a step in the right direction. The new High School will aid in relieving the conditions in the other Wethersneld schools, which are crowded. What is more important to a progressive town than its schools, where boys and girls are given training for their work in life? The new High School will provide every advantage for this training, the most important being the combination gymnasium-auditorium. The gymnasium will make it possible for the town to comply with the State Law which requires a certain amount of physical education each week, while the auditorium, with a seating capacity of seven hundred, will be the largest public hall in Wethersheld. The facilities offered in this building for the training of pupils in Grades VII to IX are of great value. They will be able to try many kinds of work previously unknown to them. On the basis of their suc- cess in these trial courses, they can be more wisely guided in the selection of their advanced work. Fewer failures and less discouragement will re- sult, many will remain in school longer, thus fitting themselves more thoroughly for a life of service. The school population of Wethersneld is growing at a tremendous rate. It has been estimated that in 1932 there will be 1437 pupils in the schools. This figure is based on the rate of increase for past few years. It can be seen from this that it will be absolutely necessary to have a new school within the next two or three years. WethersHeld's schools are rated among the best in the State, and the many advantages which the new school will bring will put it near the top. Therefore, we should have a new school. -Robbins W. Allen, '27. KINDNESS Kindness is a virtue. It is that disposition which delights in making others happy, and which is used to gratify their wishes, or to help them when they are in need. Indeed, if more people would only practice the art of kindness, there would be many a heart-burning saved in this world, many a pillow would be soothed, many a difficulty would be eased over. In a thousand ways, every day, acts of kindness are carried on about us. Some are made known to the populace, and are perhaps written in the pages of history, but more are passed by, unnoticed except by those for whose benefit the act was committed. All of us are, of course, familiar with that former great President of the United States, Abraham Lincoln. During his life, many many persons were made happy by his benevolence. Men can be found like Lincoln today, and men can make them- selves like Lincoln, by following his excellent example. When one has accomplished some good deed towards his neighbor, great satisfaction should be aroused within himself, and a longing to do more-not only for mankind, but also for animals, upon whose lives many of us depend. Therefore, at the end of the day's toil, sum up the acts of kindness that you have done, and count that day lost if you have made none happier. Strive always to love your neighbor, for kindness ever accompanies love, and kindness is one of the golden things of life. -Olive Symonds, '29. PERSEVERANCE Everywhere you look you see signs of discouragement. It is a germ which, once planted, is not easily killed. Yet, when you fail in a certain thing, when your task has proven too diflicultg when the world seems to be against you, when, at last, you are hopelessly and bitterly struggling be- tween two points- what are you to do? Will you quit, and sell your- self, or will you do your best to the end? That is the thing that makes life worth while, we can always keep up the struggle, no matter how rough the way. Perseverance brings suc- cess. You fail, not because you did not succeed, but because you did not profit from your failures. Notice the business man who fails once. What becomes of him? He may stop then and there, and say, What's the use? I've been honest and loyal with everyone, now look what it,s brought to me. Nothing, -4.5- but a dismal failuref, And, without further effort, he quits. Now he has failed! Or he may be honest with himself, and ind out why he failed. He may make that failure the foundation of his future success. And he will succeed, if he goes into his work with the determination to make good. It does take time and toil to accomplish anything. In school, this is very true. It takes four long years, sometimes even five, before we grad- uate, many of us, it is true, drop out along the way, but those who per- severe obtain results. It takes days of hard practice before the boys play a game of baseball, and if they are determined that they will win, they will! It will take a year or two before we have a good working student government, but with the support of every boy and girl in Wethersheld High School, it will succeed. Thus it may be seen that perseverance is necessary for the success of any enterprise, whether in school or in life. -Hl'lt'1'l Gtltfll, '27. TRIFLES Trifles are the foundation of human existence. There can be no great masterpiece without detail. lndustry, progress and art are founded on precision. The boy who starts out in life determined to make the most of every- thing and let nothing escape him which he can possibly use for his own advancement, who seizes every opportunity, who is ever on the alert for everything which can help him get on in the world, will be sure to live a successful life. Think nothing a trifle. There are a thousand tasks to be done whether we want to do them or not, and there is a difference between doing them just right or a little wrong. I cannot see that you have made any progress since my last visitf' said a gentleman to Michael Angelo. But, said the sculptor, I have retouched this part, polished that, softened that feature, brought out that muscle, given some expression to the lip, and more energy to the limbs. But they are trifles! exclaimed the visitor. w It may be so,', replied the great artist, but trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle! That infinite patience which made Michael Angelo spend a week in bringing out a muscle, makes all the difference between success and failure. It is individual effort that has accomplished everything worth accom- plishing in this world. -Miner F. Wells, '27, SSVTO SO LZ6I I 5 Senior Svtatiatiw ROBBINS WOODHOUSE ALLEN . . ..... . . . JILI With some rnen success is habitual. We certainly have the right to feel proud that Jim is a member Of our class. He was Assistant Baseball Manager 123 5 Manager Baseball Team 133 5 High Honor Student 12-335 Elm Board 12-3-435 Senior Play 143. He is one of our class prophets. Keep up the good work after you get to Annapolis. Hobby-Skidding the Chevrolet on the ice. EVERETT DEwEY BARNES ........ . FAT His sensor of humor is gratifying. Everett Barnes, the man who believes silence is bliss. Fat is a quiet lad, but when he is out for a good time, He's the Last Word. Fat has been a member of the Athletic Council 1435 National Athletic Associationg Soccer Team 1435 was Captain of the Basketball Team, and a member of the Baseball Team. Keep it up, Fat.l' Hobby-Athletics. MAY SALLY BARTON ........... MAY I arn always in haste, but never in a hurry. May, one of the happiest and gayest members of our class, came to us from East Hartford High School. We all know that her winning smile and sweet voice will win her a place on the stage. Here's lots of luck to her. She expects to go in business. May was a member of the Glee Club 12-3-435 Commercial Club 1335 she sang between the acts in the Senior Play. May also took a part in the play for the Parent-Teachers' Association in November. Hobby-Making a collection of odds and ends. JOHN MOSER BELL ......., JACK The soul of this rnan is his clothes. Meet our Beau Brummel-'27 edition. Everyday is ladies' day with Jack. lf he ttscreensl' well, he is all set for Hollywood. If not, well, he can plunk a wicked banjof' Baseball 1435 Commercial Club 1235 Orchestra 12-3-435 French Club 12-3-43. Hobby-Music and Clothes. ELEANOR KILIBALL BUCK ......... BUCKIE Her stature tall-I hate a durnpy woman. Every one must admit that Eleanor is a good sport. How about staying in on Saturday nights once in a while, Buckiel'? Success at Mt. Holyoke. Eleanor has been in the French Club 1335 Class Secretary 1235 Class Vice-President 1435 Latin Club 133 5 Elm Board 13-435 Class Prophet 143. Hobby-Teasing. WILLIAM ALBERT CARLTON ......... RABBI A good disposition is' a quality worth having. You can't hurry Bill, but he always gets there somehow. He has been our faithful drummer for four years. He was in Prize Speaking 113 and won first prize 1235 Debating Team 1335 Senior Play 1435 Class Soccer and Basketball teams 1435 President of Athletic Council 143. We hope you can enter Trinity. Hobby-Flashy neckties. DOROTHY PERKINS CARTER .......,.. DoT I am not without suspicion that I have an undeveloped faculty of music within mef' Dot is our assistant music teacher, At least she often leads the Glee Club. She was in the Glee Club Operetta C13 g a member of the Commercial Club C2-335 a member of the Glee Club C1-2-3-43 5 the Class Secretary C3-439 a member of the cast of the Senior Play C435 the Commercial Play C239 President of the Glee Club C43. She adds much to the fun of our class. Good luck in business, Dot. Hobby-Serving on Committees. RUTH Lucius COUGHLIN ....,.. SnoRrY And men may come and men may go But I go on forever. t Ruth certainly is a lively girl, full of fun and always smiling. Life to her is only a rotation of laughs accompanied by a keen wit. In the class room Ruth holds out amongst the rest in keeping our spirits high. She is a good worker and is a high honor student. After graduation, Ruth will enter Boston School of Physical Education. French Club C3-43 9 Student Council Director C435 Glee Club Cl-2-3-435 Secretary of the Glee Club C43. Hobby-Delta Delta. MURIEL Louise DACY ......... MURIEL. A light heart and a joy of living are indeed a blessing. Muriel came to us from Westboro High School, Westboro, Mass., in her Junior year. We don't hear much from Muriel, but she always lends us her sup- port. She's going to give us our Class History on Class Night. Stick to your resolution, Muriel, and go to Hartford Hospital to become a nurse. Hobby-Reducing. ALTHEA GRAYSON D1xoN ........ AL Whose spirits are nob troubled by long loves. Our Art Editor is a lass possessed of more than her share of wit. Of course it is always appropriate. At the photographers studio, at the crucial moment when we all were waiting for the click of the camera, Althea wails: Oh, where shall I put my hands? Al has been the Secretary of the Commercial Club C23 g a mem- ber of the Glee Club C1-233 and she participated in the Operetta C13 and the Eng- lish Play. We hope she will be happy at Lasell. Hobby-Dancing. MARY FRANCES DUNPHY .......... MfXRY Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Mary is one of our good-natured classmates who never refuses to do what is asked of her. She has worked hard all during her high school career. She was a member of the Commercial Club C233 Glee Club C1-2-335 Glee Club Operetta CI3. You'll be a success in the business world, Mary. Hobby-Arguing. I'IELEN MARION GADD ....... . STUBBY Let fools the studious despise, Therels nothing lost by being wise. Helen is our illustrious valedictorian. She is very quiet, but she can always answer questions. She was Class Treasurer C33g a member of the Commercial Club C239 a member of the Glee Club C1-2-3-435 in the Commercial Demonstra- tion in Typewriting and Shorthand C43. Youlll certainly make a good scout leader, Helen. Hobby-Girl Scouts. VERA LOUISE GILMORE ....... . VL She and comparisons are odious. Did you ever see Ve when she wasnlt giggling or wearing ear-rings? In spite of this she is able to get high marks. She was a High Honor Student C2-33g Glee Club C1-Z-3-435 Glee Club Operetta C135 Commercial Club C23. We are assured of your business success, Vera. Hobby-Disagreeing with Mary. Jessie ESTELLE HALLIDAY .......... Jes Thy shyness is a candle to thy merit. Although Jessie is quiet, she helps to boost the marks of our class. She won her honor pin CZ-333 took part in the Glee Club Operetta C139 Glee Club C339 Class Prophecy. We know that Jes will make an excellent private secretary. Hobby-Art. Lois RUTH HARTMAN ......... Lois I am resolved to keep thin and look young until forty. We credit Lois with the ability to absorb her lessons besides having taken part in Glee Club C135 the Operetta C133 the Senior Play C435 her membership on the Elm Board CZ3, C33, C43 and the French Club C339 for her class secretary- ship and, above all, for her honor as Salutatorian of our class. Hobby-Chevrolet. ANNA SERINA HELAND1-:R ..... ANNE A still, small voice. Anna is one of the quiet members of our class. However, she has done her bit in the Glee Club for four years, She was a member of the Commercial Club, and played on the Girl's Basketball Team C2-33. She was in the operetta In India 7' We are sure she will be appreciated at Lasell. Hobby-Arguing with Dib.l' DUNCAN Home ............ D I was short when I was little, and I've been short ever since. We'd never know D was with us because he never makes a sound. It's rather hard to see him too, because he is one of our petite classmates. He won his Soccer letter C435 and his Basketball numerals C43. Best luck at Trinity, D , Hobby-Playing golf. ' MARGARET MARY HOPE .......... MARDY 'Tis the mind that enriches the body. Margaret will certainly get through life with few knocks if she uses that smile of hers to great advantage. Commercial Club C23g Glee Club Operctta C13. Best wishes in business, Mardy . Hobby-Pleasing everyone. GLADYS , MARION HUBBARD ....... . GLAD-vs How sweet and ,fair she seems to be. Hartford Public High School C1-2-33. Gladys didn't come to us until her Senior year, and she has been so quiet that we don't know her very well, but she may surprise us some day. Good luck to you in business, Gladys. Hobby-Getting to school on time. LAXVRENCE MICIIAEL HUBB.-XRD ......... HUB Great let me call him-for he conquered all. Laurie has certainly been a help to the Senior Class. He won honorable men- tion in Prize Speaking C275 played in the school orchestra C1-275 on Debating Team C375 Class Marshall C375 French Club C375 State Manager, Senior Play C475 Business Manager, Senior Play C475 flrst President of Student Government C475 Baseball Team C475 Elm Board C475 Senior Cheer Leader C47. May you be as successful at M. I. T. as you have been here. Hobby-Outdoor life. NLARJORIE BOLTON JONES , ..... . . MIDGE And mistress of herself-tho' China fall! Marjorie is one of our new classmates, but she has made herself right at home among us. She came from the Hope High School in Providence, R. I., in Novem- ber of her Senior year. Youlll make a peach of an interior decorator, Marjorie. Hobby--Talking about then college boy. ELIZABETH SARAH JENSEN .......... D1B Thou in thy virtue shall survive them all. A calm, sedate little person is Elizabeth who never Hirts. She has been our honest Class Treasurer. We all feel sure that she will obtain a high place as pri- vate secretary. Elizabeth is thinking about going to Lasell Seminary. She was Class Treasurer C475 Member of Glee Club C1-2-375 Commercial Club C275 took part in Operetta C17. Hobby-Talking with Mad in English class. H,xRoLn ALBERT JUPE .......... Bfxzlxk Youth is vain. Jopey did very well in 'tBab . He assumed them true air of a t'bally English chap, never once forgetting that Englishmen are meticulously correct in every gesture and every word. He was Vice-President of his class C27 5 a director of the Student Councilg a member on the baseball, soccer and basketball teams. Harold expects to go to Wesleyan University5 and if he does, he may feel he has good wishes for success from all his classmates at W. H. S. Hobby-Punctuality C P7. W1Ns1'oN CHURCHILL MAcDoNoUoir . . . ' . . . VENUS All things he loved, but dancing best of all. Winnie is another wonder-workerl' of ,27. As a business man, hels a Wiz. Scotch and proud of it. And as an athlete-ah, such form! Win hopes to go to Bates. Class President C275 Elm Board C3-475 Athletic Council C3-475 Basketball C3-47. Winnie was elected to the National Atheltic Scholarship Society. He took part in the Senior Play, but last but not least, he is one of the Oscar Kelleys. Hobby-Dancing. DORIS HASTINLIS MAYNARD ....... . BIIDGET Sweet harmony within my soul doth dwell. Little-but oh my! And rather quiet sometimes, but we are reminded that Still waters run deep. Very adept at passing notes in Democracy class, too. Did you see her in our Senior Play? She was a wow. Prize Speaking C1-275 French Club. Hobby-Sleeping. 0 WILLIAM ROBERT MCCUE ....,..... BILL In truth, he is but an infant wearing trousers. To Bill we owe a great deal for the success of our Baseball teams. Bill has played a regular position for three consecutive years, and this year he is our Cap- tain. Athletic Council C4J. Hobby-Keeping cool in a game. MARGARET JANE PETICOLAS ..,.... . PEGGY Actresses will occur in the best regulated fanziliesf' Peggy came to us from Needham High School, at the beginning of this year. We owe much to her ability as an actress for the success of our play. She will probably study art. Hobby-Going to Boston. WINTIIROR CLEIMIENS PIERSON ..,...... OSCAR Keep this rnan saje,' give him all kindness. And here is Willing Winnie. Here, there, everywhere-always doing some- thing, someway. It is said that Trifles make perfectionf' Well, we know that Win specializes in t'Little things. He plans to attend the Bently School of Finance. Baseball C1-2-35. Another member of Oscar Kelleys. Hobby-Studying CPD. TIMOTIIY JOSEPII STEVENS ...... . . TILT t'When Irish eyes are smiling- Tim-the man with the smile. He is a good grinner and a good athlete. Member of Student Councilg Commercial Club, and three years a member of our Baseball Team. He will go into business. Go get 'em, Tim! Hobby-Athletics. DORIS JACKSON STRYKER , ......... DOT I stood myself in the corner and put the umbrella to bed-for I sometimes forget ! Doris excels in art, poetry and stories. Our class would not seem natural with- out Doris-our Dreamer, She has helped wonderfully with our Elm C3-4b. We hope she will enjoy her work at Art School. Hobby-Wondering about things. BI.-KDELYN FAY TAYLOR .......... MAD For Oh! For Oh! He is my darling boy. With her winning way, Madelyn is very popular with us all. She is a good pal. Well, Mad, herels wishing you the best luck in the world and the happiest future. Madelyn is thinking of attending Lasell Seminary. She was a member of the Commercial Club CZD, Glee Club C1-25, Operetta CID. Hobby-Talking to Dib in English Class. HENRY CLYDE TAYLOR . ...... KID It is not good that man should be alone. Clyde is one of our foremost athletes. His curly hair has long been the envy of the girls of the class. Although modest and retiring, he is right there to pro- duce the goods if occasion demands. Clyde was Assistant Property Manager of the Senior Play, Captain of Soccer Team C435 Baseball and Basketball C3-455 member of Athletic Council C4D. Hobby-Looking for a certain sorority pin, EMILY THACIIER .......... . EM A creature of a rnost perfect and divine temper. Emily expects to be a private secretary in a bank some day. Her cheerfulness will win many patrons for the bank. Class Treasurer 1355 Glee Clubg Commer- cial Club and Operetta. Hobby-Going to the dentist. ELINOR ADAMS WELLS ,..,...... WELLSEY A wornan's greatest power lies in serenity. Elinor is another one of our bright classmates. She will help deliver the Class Will. Member of Glee Club 11-255 French Club 125g Latin Club 1355 Operetta. Elinor will go to Connecticut College. Hobby-Helping others. MINER FORBES WELLS ......... , . BIG Bov He was yoost a lettle poy, not bigger than a doll. Miner's marks redect his hard work, He's the 'tbig boy of our class. School Orchestra 11-2-355 Senior Play 145. We know that he will succeed at the Bliss Electrical School. A Hobby-Collecting stamps. ROBERT EDNVARD WERNER .......... Bos He was different, oh, so different. We all thought Bob was girl-shy, but we found that we were wrong in our Senior year. We understand that he is going to study electricity after graduation. How shocking! Bob won his numerals in Soccer during Senior year. Hobby-Punching Woodward. ISABELLE WOLCOTT ........., Iz Whose words are images of thoughts refined. All during her High School course, Isabelle has been a credit and a great help to her class. Prize Speaking 11-25g Glee Club 11-255 Latin and French Clubs 11-255 Elm Board 145. She will help deliver the Class Will. She will enter college, probably jackson. Hobby-Driving. CHARLES EVERETT S. WOODWARD . . .... Cure ' The opposite sex quite unnerves me. You'll never see Chic without his grin. Assistant Athletic Manager 1353 Athletic Manager 1459 Elm Board 145g Athletic Council 145. For further infor- mation concerning Chic, write to 20 Lenion Avenue, Podunk, Maine. Hobby-Fighting with Werner, and steering clear of the girls. RUTH GODFREY WOODWARD ......... RUTIUE Blushes are the rainbow of modesty. Ruth is always giggling and chuckling. She brightens every class. Member of Glee Club 11-2-355 French and Latin Clubs. She won a Scholarship letter. She intends to be a teacher. Hobby-Giggling. DOUGLAS ADDISON WILKINSON ......... SONNY His words do show his wit incomparable. Doug has cheered us all the way through High School with his jokes and wise- cracks. If you keep up your good humor, Doug, the world will roll along like a song. He was a member of Commercial Club 1255 Elm Board 12-3-453 Inter- class Soccer 1455 Secretary Athletic Council 1455 Oscar Kelly Clubg Senior Play. Later he is planning to go to Davey School of Tree Surgery. Hobby-Radio. llliitrtrag Eeytxrt i ni 99 ea i X I 4 If if .ax J nrz49f, l g g , Q J Q'...-4V 'A .i THE UGLY LITTLE THEATER I am a man. If I were not-that is, if I were a woman-I probably would be sufficiently cunning to conceal the fact that I was quite con- tented with myself. I am not admitting that woman is not vain, she is, but she is also intuitive, she knows that when one wears a mauve frock one can artfully pluck a mauve lilac to arrange carelessly in one's hair as if one never imagined the ensemble was perfect Qespecially if one,s hair held elusive purple shadows in its plaitsj. D I am a man of spirit, or I would not take upon me as an immediate duty the one of patiently explaining why I am pleased with myself. And since the powers of deduction are undoubtedly the simplest means of saving me from the brand of conceit, I shall use them to place step by step, yet with respect for the reader's intelligence, those facts which prove I am without even a shade of personal vanity. I have no physical beauty: my hair, being a pleasant shade of tan or pale brown, does not harmonize with my eyes which are a pleasant shade of grey--sometimes changing to a muddy color, often called hazel. Neither am I tall and masterful, nor do I possess any of those subtle gifts that Heaven or Satan bestows on many comely male-beings. My secret of contentment is love-of Life and my little theater. These two are synonymous to me, for my theater is my life. Please, I am not garrulous. I merely wish to describe to you a bit of Life that God entrusted to me, seeming to say, This I give thee to mould. It is thine to make of it what you will. If only I could have heard the winds whisper His will, or could have seen His beautiful command in the subtlety of the mists! But there was no definite gesture-no material plan given meg I simply sensed my duty. But not alone. No, for never have I been more humble than when the first great realization came to me that God had chosen me as his servant but only because The Little Theater was mine! And when I saw the supernal wonder of the task set before me, I was awed, and afraid of my clumsiness. And so He gave into my hands an atom of the Kingdom, and the power. I shall tell about my reward, which was the Glory. If Il' if ll- Sl- if Perhaps, at a much earlier date, the neighborhood surrounding The Little Theater reflected more of the serenity and characteristic dignity of the building itself. True, one cannot say of it even now that, ma- terially, it is possessed of any more architectural grace than the wholesale business house which props it on one side, or that it ever boasted so much majesty as the newly-painted garage which towers six stories above the loftiest of its miniature pinnacles. Being amazingly small, it is wedged comfortably between the two business houses. Its utter innocence of even one last, reluctant clinging scale of paint renders it inconspicuous almost to the point of invisibility. But for the modest label The Little Theater, printed in broad, squat letters above the entrance, the most heedful of strangers would suppose it to be an abandoned shop. Whereas its patrons of another generation would have been reluctant to leave the quaint beauty which the gnarled cherry trees afforded the avenue, had they not known that greater beauty awaited them inside the theater in the perfect rendition of the masterpieces, the gentle-women of the present day draw their skirts away from the gaping little urchins, and quicken their steps, the sooner to leave the unsightly street. Among those who rarely miss a presentation at The Little Theater are two who attend each carefully selected play, sometimes seeing the, same piece more than once, two who enter always hand in hand, two with their souls in their eyes-adoring each other with every shy glance, the two whom I have learned to love, and for whom I have instinctively assumed guardianship: a tall youth and a lovely maiden with a face like the Madonna, those two whom God delivered in trust to me! When first I saw the youth enter alone, I experienced a slight shock such as I might have felt if I had seen the moon in a clear sky that had been divested of its stars. And when the girl, unescorted, took a seat far removed from her customary one-and sat through the entire play alone-I unconsciously breathed a silent prayer that all should be well, just as I might for the moon, in a clear sky that had been divested of its stars. ,Mfg And when, some time later, the youth failed to come the evening of Thursday, on which night he had faithfully appeared for nearly three consecutive years, and requested that his seat be reserved for Fridays, please, I consoled myself, saying-even as I discovered the sadness in the pale face of the girl- Prayers cannot be answered immediately because God is concerned with all the people of the world. But -many weeks passed, and the unhappiness of the two young people made my heart heavy. Often I was unable to sleep because the restless, brooding eyes of the youth and the patient sadness of the girl's face haunted me-and ravaged my peace of mind. Then, one day in New York, I discovered a curious little drama which impressed me oddly. I read and re-read it, wondering why this work of an author hitherto unknown to me should thus possess my whole attention. And very suddenly it was revealed to my puzzling mind that in this I had the possible means of bringing together again my two estranged lovers. For there was a certain part in it which would, I felt sure, break the barriers that held them apart. Is it necessary to explain with what lavishness I prepared this interesting little play which I could not believe would fail to bring about a reconciliation between my beloved two? And was it not wise to have advertised more extensively than usual, assuring myself of the attendance of all my patrons? I took into confidence the ticket-agent, and together we lied to the girl that we had sold all seats for Thursdayis performance earlier in the week, but that we had a very desirable one for Friday. Our dexterity was rewarded, too, for both the girl and the youth now held tickets for Friday's performance. And approximately half an hour before the entrance of Jaques Daguerren fwho, for my purpose, was the principal character of the dramaj, one of the players came to me and announced in a trembling voice that Monsieur who had the Part of Jaques Daguerren was quite ill, that, in fact, he was dead, it was his understudy who was ill, Peculiarly, as she explained, they had been victims of an accident, her tears reminded me of the soft patter of summer rain. Gently, she said it, as if my real happiness did not depend wholly on the success of the play. But the rest of her sobs were superfluous, for I did not hear them: I was thinking very fast. I glanced down at myself, observing the bulge at the knees of my trousers, the knots in my shoe-strings, while I passed my hand through my rough hair. I could never make a romantic Jaques Daguerren. But this was only one drawback which seem stifled by other advantages which were in favor of my taking the role upon myself. I knew every movement of the play-every expression, and even every intonationg and I had the supreme desire to see the two lovers reunited in happiness. The deliverance must be a perfectly rounded whole. Because this one ambition had embedded itself in my soul--had become a living part of my being-I mustered all my courage and de- termined not to see it thwarted. So I delivered the words of Jaques Daguerren smoothly, and easily, because my heart was stilled in a terrible calm-that of expectation. And I saw, from the stage, a tall youth hurrying to the side of a maiden whose face was like a Madonna'sg saw their hands clasp, and saw the beautiful understanding which overspread their features. I knew the Glory! --Doris Stryker, '27. THE IMPERSONATOR P. Galahad Hotchkiss stopped his car. He stopped it expertly with one manicured hand on the brake. He stopped it with an devil-may- care coolness. His features wore an aloof, superior smileg his manner, as he surveyed his car, was slightly bored, and had a touch of haughtiness about itg it was P. Galahad Hotchkiss's imitation of a French duke as played by a motion picture actor. In his mind's eye his car was a costly imported limousine-a roaring, throbbing, beautiful car with racy lines. But really it was an elevator in a big Seventh Avenue department store. Every day now for five years P. Galahad Hotchkiss had piloted the elevator up and down, down and up. He was a youngish, stoutish, blondish man. His hair was sleek. He wore a flower in the stiff lapel of his coat. In the tone of a lord, he addressed the people crisply. Going up! Step to the rear of the car. Don't crowd, madam. There are other cars. Going up! Again he brought his car to a stop. In swift, mechanical accents he announced: Second floor! Men's and boys, clothing, mops, lampshades, toys and bathing suits. Anybody want second? Going up! Up he went. He stood very erect and stern. In his mind's eye he was a colonel in a red and gold uniformg actually, his uniform was grey and bore on its sleeve the monogram B. 86 T. He stopped the car abruptly. Third floor! he chanted. The elevator slid skyward. Mentally P. Galahad Hotchkiss was cruising up Fifth Avenue in his roadster, an heiress by his sideg he was wearing white Spats and smelled of Belgian perfume, this was his con- stant day-dream. The figure 7 painted on the floor brought him out of his day-dream to real life and caused him, by habit to stop his car and automatically call out: Seventh floor! Ladies' and misses' suits and evening gowns, cor- sets and rugs. Going up! Step to the rear of the car, pleasef, P. Galahad Hotchkiss was worldly. He coveted things, limousines, silk pajamas, a duplex apartment on Park Avenue, and no work. It struck him that the easiest way to attain this bliss was to marry an heiress who would support him in the style to which he was unaccus- tomed. He felt sure that he was the mental equal of any heiress. But how could he meet an heiress? That was the problem. No doubt he had carried many-dollar princesses in his carg but an elevator is a poor place in which to start a romance. P. Galahad Hotchkiss went about it scientifically. He saved his money, he purchased a dinner jacket and a pair of white flannels. He invested his savings in a Week-end at a fashionable summer hotel. There he contrived to introduce himself to Lucy Fenwick, daughter of a flour king, rated at four million. P. Galahad made sure of that. Lucy was short and fatg but it was the figure in her bank book that won P. Galahad. He worked fast. One word led to another. She invited him to visit her at her parents' apartment on Riverside Drive. Then he returned to town and the store. He was sorry he could not linger, but he explained that Wall Street needed him. Fall came. P. Galahad Hotchkiss in a snappy suit, set forth to conquer. He took Miss Fenwick to the theater. He dropped hints about deals in oil and- sugar, about directors' meetingsg he expressed regret that his town car and roadster were both out of commission. V Toward midnightihe and Miss Fenwick returned to the lofty apart- ment house where dwelt her parents. 'Tm sure we met beforef' she was saying, there,s something so familiar about your facef' Perhaps we met at some party at the Ritz or Sherry's. Or maybe it was at Newport or Monte Carlo. Or perhaps you saw me playing polo. , I wonder where it was, she repeated, puzzled. They had stepped into the private elevator and she pressed the button. Softly the car stole up. It stopped. On the door P. Galahad Hotchkiss saw painted the figure 7 . Swiftly, mechanically, he called out: Seventh floor! Ladies' and misses' cloaks, evening gowns, toilet goods and Corsets. Going up! Step to the rear of the car, please! And then she knew. -Marion Rolcrson, '29. SUNSHINE Brighter days are coming. How sweet it is to know, That o'er the nights dark shadows The moon is sure to glow. How sweet to think that when our day, On earth's turbulent seas has set, Afar upon the distant hills The sun is shining yet. -Harold A. Iope, '27. THE GHOST OF THE HAUNTED HOUSE The Shotwell family, consisting of Mr. and Mrs. Shotwellg Philip, fifteen, Carol, twelve, and Polly, ten, had decided to spend their vacation at a small summer resort, called Bayside, on the Maine coast. Of course, Pep, their dog, had to go, too, for the children would not consent to leaving him at home. One morning after the family had been at Bayside a few days, Philip went on an exploring trip. He managed somehow to escape the girls, not because he did not consider them good sports, but because he wished to discover something without their aid. The day before he had noticed a road, partly hidden by the shrubbery, which turned from the main road about half a mile from their cottagef He was curious to know where it led. , ' He followed the road up-hill for a short distance until he came to a bend. There on the left, around the bend stood a large square weather- beaten house. He knew from its unkept appearance that no one lived there. Because of its position on the hill it appeared to have three floors on the front and only two on the rear. He tried all the doors and windows on the first floor, but they were locked. Philip went back to the main road to see if he could find someone to ask about the house. He walked along the road until he came to a house. A Woman was sitting on the verandah. Philip approached her and told her who he was. Then he asked, Wl1o owns the house on the hill? It is owned by Mr. David Gray, who lives in Massachusetts nowf, answered the woman. His great-great-grandfather started it before the Revolutionary War and it has never been finished. It is haunted. I-Iaunted! exclaimed Philip. Please tell me about it. You come sit on the steps and I'll tell you the story, said the woman. As I said, Mr. Gray's great-great-grandfather, Samuel Gray, started to build this house and had almost completed it when the Revolutionary XVar broke out. The British wished the house for their headquarters because of its size and its position near the harbor. Because Samuel Gray was a rebel, the red-coats drove him from the house. Before the British came, however, he hid all the family valuables and then escaped. After the British left the Gray family returned. However, Samuel Gray, who had been seriously wounded, lived but a short time. He was the only person who knew where the valuables were hidden and when his family realized that he could not live they questioned him about the money. He tried to tell them where it was, but all they could make out was: Under stone. What stone he meant no one knows, for there were many stones near the house. Anyway, the treasure has never been found. Q, . Every year at midnight on the thirteenth of July, Samuel Gray's ghost is said to return to tell where the treasure is hidden. I-Ie is said to carry a light in his hand and to wander all over the house looking for someone to tell about the treasure. The present owner has left a key with me so that anyone interested in the house may see it. That is about all I know about the haunted house, the woman finished. Thank you for telling me. I think I had better hurry home to dinner, said Philip. As soon as the family had assembled at the table that noon, Philip told the story that he had heard. If When he had finished Carol exclaimed, Why, today is the thirteenth. and it is tonight that the ghost returns. Let's go and stay in the house tonight and see if the ghosts comef, Pm going, too, said Polly. Well, if Mother and Father say you may go, we will take you,,' responded Philip. At first Mr. and Mrs. Shotwell refused to allow them to go, but finally gave their consent. That afternoon the Shotwell family went to the woman with whom Philip had talked. Mr. Shotwell told her about the plans and asked her if she would show them the house. She was very glad to do so. She told them that some people came every year to spend a few weeks there. For this reason the second floor was furnished and the young people could stay in that part of the house. It seemed to Philip, Carol, and Polly as though night would never come, but it finally did. Just before dark they chained Pep up because they were afraid that he would frighten the ghost if he came, took their blankets and a flashlight, and started for the haunted house. The three climbed the stairs to the second floor, entered one of the rooms and shut the door after them. They spread their blankets on the floor and lay down, planning to get a few winks before twelve o'clock, when the ghost was to appear. Toward midnight Carol thought she heard a noise like a door squeak- ing on its hinges. She clutched Philip, who was almost asleep and whispered, What was that? I didn't hear anything, replied Philip, sleepily. You are just nervous and think you heard somethingf, But I did, Phil. Someone opened a door. Nonsense, I didn't hear it. All this talking had aroused Polly, who asked if the ghost were coming. just then there was a thud and a sound of something dragging on the floor below. The three huddled together, shaking all over. Polly began to cry and to wish she had not come. Philip called her a cry- baby' and thus silenced her. Something like a step sounded below them. Then they heard the clank-clank of a chain being dragged across the floor. Philip grasped the flashlight and started for the door, saying, I'm going to find out what is making that noise. If there is a ghost there I want to see it. That's what we came for, isn't it? Come on. Too frightened to remain in the room alone, the two girls followed him. They went along the hall until they reached the door leading to the stairs. Philip opened the door and paused to listen. The girls crouched behind him, trembling from head to toe and expecting to see Samuel Gray's ghost appear at any moment. There was a scratching noise and again came the clank of a chain. As the trio ,reached the stairs, the noise grew louder and louder. Philip turned the flashlight in the direction from which the sound emanated. He discovered Pep, who was bounding up the stairs, dragging his broken chain. Philip laughed. Here is the ghost, he said. -Elinor Wells, '27. 'laura' EVENING The flaming sky grows Dull. It fades and fades to Somber grey. The sun has gone, Taking away with it The warmth of day. The birds peep sleepilyg While In the east, the radiant Moon Risesg flooding the earth With a silvery sheen. And night is here. -Eleanor Buck, '27. ALL SORTS OF BOYS I There's the witty boy, and the pretty boy, And the boy who oils his hair, There's the cat-faced boy, and the rat-faced boy, And the boy with a bovine stare. II There's the steamy boy, and the dreamy boy, And the boy who is up-to-date, There's the boy who smokes, and the boy who jokes! And the boy who is always late. III There's the tender boy, and the slender boy, And the boy with limbs like a bear'sg There's the stoutish boy, and the loutish boy, And the boy who slides downstairs. IV There's the cheerful boy, and that fearful boy, And the boy who deserves a floggingg There's the boy with a heart, and the boy too smart, And the boy whose brain wants jogging. V There's the grass-green boy, and the bright, keen boy, And the boy who is always blubbingg There's the climby,' boy, and the grimy boy, And the boy who shirks his rubbing. VI There are many others, Oh men and brothers, And none are all bad, you betg There are boys and boys-yet through grief and joys They are Somebody's Darlings yet. -Altbea Dixon, '27. -Emera- SPRINGTIME It is springtime: The birds say it, and the frogs in their muddy homes chirp it. The wind soft in my face, with the thin odor of the Held says it, and the pattering spring rain on the roof sings it. Then, too, the softness of the new green grass under foot declares it, and indeed, all Nature shouts it forth joyously to the world. -Olive Symonds, '29. SHOES Clothes do not make the man, but you can usually tell something of the habits of the man by a glance at his shoes. It has always been a very interesting timekiller with me, to notice the row of shoes across the aisle in the trolley car. For instance, a well-dressed man sits down across from me, and h.abitC makes me glance down at his shoes. If they are clean, of average size, and,neatly tied, it is only natural that I should conclude that he is a normal, clean-cut sensible fellow. If on the other hand for perhaps more properly the other footj a stylishly dressed fellow should take a seat opposite me, and his shoes were in the height of fashion, polished brilliantly, but tied in a careless knot-he would impress me as being 2 bluifer. By that I mean-all his thoughts were for outward show- which might be very good if a carelessly tied shoe lace had not betrayed him. So you see, shoes, although furthest from our minds, should have a place in them. , , Why shouldn't we join the S.P.S.S.? The Society for Prevention of Shabby Shoes. It might be a very beneficial society. Surely there is no other unit of our clothing that receives so much wear, so much abuse, so little care and sympathy as our shoes. We go about on them all day and a good part of the night. They are forced to go with us over every kind of road or Held. We even try to drown them some- times. And when they can no longer stand the torture and are forced to squeak for mercy-we take them to a shoemaker, who pounds them, cuts them, even crucifies them! Of course there is not much we can do to help the situation. I can only suggest that we remember that as our shoes advertise our characters to all who care to read, let us treat them with respect. Keep them clean if you cannot afford a shine',. Buy good shoes and they will be your best friends. Keep them tied neatly-and you will never lose them! -Douglas Wilki11s0n, '27 . SHADOW TIME Who has seen the shadows dancing among the trees when the sun is ready to go to bed? I have. This is the best part of the day. As the sun takes his last look over the weary world before he jumps into bed, he sends all a good-bye smile, then disappears under the covers of night. As his smile dies out the world takes on a somber hue. The flowers reach forth their arms for the last beam of light, each flower aglow with some message of love. Twilight is falling, and the whole world seems strangely still. The golden sunset distinguishes the silent mill and adds to the beauty and splendor of this quiet scene. Nature slumbers and the night birds call softly to one another. This is shadow time, the time I long for. What a wonderful feeling to walk through the shadowy twilight just as the sun goes to rest! -Myrtle Williams, '29. LES DEUX PECHES A un diner donne par son directeur, Vital Herbelot nletait pas honnete. Sa femme qui etait malade a dit a Herbelot de rapporter chez lui des fameuses peches du directeur. A minuit quand les danseurs avaient quitte la salle at manger pour valser, Herbelot a pris deux Wpeches et les a mises dans son chapeau. Alors il a quitte la salle, tenant son chapeau a sa poitrine. Il etait vraiment calme. On or- ganisait une nouvelle figure et un chapeau etait demande. La fille du directeur lui a demande son chapeau. Tout a coup elle a pris le chapeau at la main et les peches sont tombees a terre. Le lendemain Herbelot s'etait moque par tout le monde et alors il a donne sa de- mission et il est devenu fermier. R. T. Whalen, '28, French I. LE PRINTEMPS Voici le printemps. Les oiseaux retournent du sud, les arbres bourgeonnent et l'herbe devient vert. Les jolis ruisseaux sont encore libres de glace et ils chantent en route at joindre la riviere. Le printemps est le plus beau temps de Vannee. Tout est frais et vert. Tout le monde desire a chanter de joie de vivre. Les gargons commencent at jouer a la balle et les plus petits gargons jouent aux billes. Bientot le printemps deviendra l'ete, une autre belle saison, mais pas si belle que le printemps. Dorothy Hartman, '28, French II. LE NOUVEAU GOUVERNEMENT DE NOTRE ECOLE Nous avons commence un nouveau gouvernement dans notre ecole qui s'appelle la participation des etudiants dans le gouvernement de 1'ecole. Avec la cooperation de chaqu'un des etudiants ce dessein devrait etre un grand succes. Par ce dessein chaqu'un des etudiants est mis sur son honneur. Tout le monde a de l'honneur et il est temps de le montrer maintenant. Tous les etudiants savent que c'est la meillure maniere a gouverner les etudiants parce quiils se gouvernent a peu pres, et en consequence ils sont plus heureux. En le faisant, ils peuvent faire de leur ecole ce qu'ils veulent. La plupart des etudiants veulent que leur ecole soit une des meillures et pour cette raison ce nouveau gouv- ernement sera probablement un grand succes. Faisons notre partie en le faisant un succes. Lois Hartman, '27, French III. A NINETEENTH CENTURY ROMANCE Say, Molly, I was down at the Village Store today when the mail coach came in. Here's a letter for you-fine paper-looks like my sister-in-law's writing-open it and letis know the news. Perhaps they're going to invite Edith to spend a week or so at Saratoga. Well, now you have it open, suppose you read it to mef' Molly put on her spectacles and read: My dear Molly. Evangeline has been quite ill-a nervous collapse-and the Doctor has ordered that she go to the country for several weeks. She needs quiet life, new milk, and home cooking. With plenty of fresh air and sleep, we feel certain she will soon regain her usual strength. I do not wish to inconvenience you in any way but do you think it would be possible to have her visit you? I think she would have a much better time with her Aunt and Uncle than at some health resort. Besides, she would have your sweet daughter, Edith, to keep her company. Hoping you are all well, I remain, Your loving sister, Miranda Broadbrook. 'Sakes alive, Molly, won't that be great! Well, I don't know, John, she's used to fine clothes and fancy meals, but she's your brotheris child, so if you want her, I guess it's all right. But wait ,till Edith comes home and see what she says. Here she comes now. Hello, Mother, I stopped in at the store for the mail, but they said Dad had taken itf' Yes, Edith, here is a letter from your Aunt Miranda, saying that Evangeline has been ill with a nervous collapse and needs some rest. She would like to have her come to visit us for several weeks. Would you like to have her, dear? Oh, yes, indeed! Edith was very eager. Very well, said her mother, sitting down to write to the city relation. The preparations for the arrival of the fashionable cousin went forward. On the day set for Evangelineis arrival, Edith's father washed up the buggy and drove down to Cloverdale station. He found so many boxes and bags there that he had to send the hired man to fetch them all in the ox cart. The neighbors gazed in amazement at the style of the city lady. Evangeline ate a hearty supper of fried chicken, shortcake and cream and then, with the excuse that she was fatigued, went to bed early. To Edith's great surprise she failed to kiss them good-night. It was eleven before she appeared next morning and after a sub- stantial breakfast she reluctantly consented to be shown around the farm by Edith. Nothing pleased herg the cows frightened her, and the hogs disgusted her. Needless to say, this dignified lady with her parasol somewhat surprised the animals. That evening Charles, a very good friend of Edith, called, as was his custom. He was immediately attracted to Evangeline. He was so interested in her that Edith became very jealous. Their friendship seemed to increase, and on Sunday afternoon Charles did not call on Edith, and Evangeline was not around. Edith, becoming alarmed, walked down the lane to see if she could find her. The lane led into a small grove of trees and what should Edith find but Evangeline sitting under a tree on which Charles was carving some- thing. Edith stole near enough to see what it was. On discovering it was a large E, in bitter anguish, she ran off by herself and sat down beside the running brook to weep. To think this city cousin, whom Edith had finally concluded had been sent to visit them not on account of her health but to break up an infatuation for a Government Official whom her parents did notz like-to think that this snippy, love sick, city cousin should take possession of ber Charles-Charles who had been so faithful to her ever since his return from working in the city. It was more than she could stand, and she gave way to an outburst of tears. lt seemed to her as if her heart would break. On Monday evening Charles again took Evangeline for a walk and Edith saw them under the same tree, Charles still carving. They were engaged in a deep and earnest conversation. It seemed like something important. In a flash there jumped to Edith's mind the idea of some catastrophe-perhaps an elopement! Could it be possible Charles and Evangeline were planning to elope? Edith thought of seeking advice from her mother as to what the plans might be, but then, lest she be accused of eavesdropping, she refrained and kept her suspicions to herself. Edith's father drove in to the village the next morning and happened to meet Charles, who was waiting for a friend expected on the mail coach. When he reported this at the table that night Evangeline turned pale. Edith could not sleep when she went to bed that night. Her mind was on Charles, Evangeline and the other man. What could it all mean? Had he come to help Charles and Evangeline elope? But Edith's curiosity was soon to be satisfied. Early the next morning Charles appeared with a letter for Evange- line. She read it in silence, became somewhat nervous, and said that it was a letter from home, stating that she was to leave immediately, but giving no reason. She was to go that afternoon. She packed up her things and had the hired man take them to the station that morning. Evangeline was to leave the farm at 4:30 and get the 6 o,clock mail coach. After dinner Evangeline went to her room to rest as she had done every day of her visit. Mrs. Broadbrook sent Edith to call her. Edith went to Evangeline's room and knocked on the door-she knocked again and when she still failed to receive a reply, she opened the door. Evange- line was not there, but on the floor, as if dropped in a hurry, was the letter which Evangeline had received that morning. Edith opened it and found, instead of the letter telling Evangeline to come home, merely this one line: In the grove at 2:30. Edith rushed back to the kitchen, threw her mother the note and ran on to the grove. On her way she met Charles walking along, whistling merrily. Charles, she cried in despair, have you seen Evangeline this afternoon?,' I guess I have, he answered coolly. Where is she? demanded Edith. u Well, I guess by now she's many miles from here! What do you mean? u Do you mean to tell me that you didn't know that she was sent to visit you, not because of her health, but because she was in love with Fred Canton, a Government Official, that her parents didn't want her to marry? Well, I had an idea about it. Well, the minute he found out where she was being sent, he got in touch with me and asked me to arrange their elopement. He was my best friend in the city when I lived there and when I left him I promised I'd do anything for him, so now I,ve done it. You mean that Evangeline has eloped! Yes, indeed, replied Charles, and they started walking. As they passed the tree under which all of the elopement had been planned, Edith stopped and read in plain letters, cut deep into the tree, not only the E which she had seen from the distance and believed stood for Evangeline, but the whole name EDITH. Oh! she sighed with relief. They looked first at the carving and then at each other. He whispered, Edith, let's follow their example! -Isabelle Wolcott, '27. THE SNAKE Hey, fellows! quick, here's a whopper of a snake, shouted Bill, from the edge of the lake. Coming, echoed voices from all sides. It was a boys' summer camp. In a few seconds a dozen fellows were grouped around the stone wall that ran into the water. He's gone down among the rocks, said Bill, Keep looking, he,ll have to come up for air soon. Bah Jove, this is simply ripping, murmured Percy. His right name was Percival Christopher Whitehall. Look out, Percy, said Lanky, If mine eyes mistake me not, I remark the head of a serpent in the branches of this most noble tree which towers above us. Percy instantly crouched and slowly looked up. I believe that you boys are spoofing me, he said gently. There he isf' came the shout from the other end of the wall. And there near the wall could be seen the head of a water snake. A dozen rocks landed all about the head. The snake started to swim off, and every one could see that it was at least five feet long, and of a brown and yellow color. It left in the direction of the beach in front of the second bunk house. At this moment the second call to supper put an end to snake hunting. Right after supper Lanky collared Bill. Bill, I just thought of something, I've got an idea, he began. Lanky, don,t take it so to heart, Bill said kindly. What? Take what to heart, demanded Lanky. This thinking of yours. 'You know that it won't happen again. It's only beginner's luck,', laughed Bill, and turned to go. Lanky pulled him back. It was that snake that made me think of it. It's like this- went on Lanky. Lanky, I think it will work. We'll try it any way. Shi- Here comes someone. See you later, and with this Bill went one way and Lanky another. Well, fellows, what say we turn in? exclaimed Lanky, at about ten o'clock that evening, as he rose from the circle around the campnre. Bill, I think you and your gang up in Bunk House Number One had better get lots of sleep. We're going to beat you at baseball tomorrow, he went on. Yes, We have Percy, the boy who hits 'em hard, far, and frequent, sang out one of the Second bunk housers. With this the fellows broke up for the night, each group going to its own bunkhouse. Wonder where that snake went?,' said Lanky as he got up in his bunk. My, Gosh, aren't you in bed yet, Percy? and he looked over the edge of his bunk to Percy's lower one. Er-No, someone mussed up my blankets and--U Speaking of snakes, when I was out west, a snake got in my bed one night andilf' All right, 'long winded,' if you start one of your stories, it's the lake for you, yelled Lanky. It may be your first today, but one a day is two too many. While this was going on, Percy had donned his pink pajamas and slowly started to get into his bunk. Well, er, good-night, boys, and a-pleasant dre-OH! Ouch! Stop! Don't bite! and with this Percy sprang out of bed. He shouted with all the strength of his lungs, but ending in a small voice, he added, What a narrow escape! Fellows, I think it's up to us to save Percy the trouble of standing around all night in the cold, said Lanky solemnly, as he got down from his bunk. Percy's shout had aroused the whole camp, and they all came to see what was the matter. Are you sure it was a snake, went on Lanky. Yes, I am, I-er-, felt itg it was cold, and damp, and round. Oh, what shall I do?,' I'l1 tell you, said Lanky. Bill, you take the head of the bed, I'll take the foot. Throw when I count three. One-two-three!,' In the dim light made by the one lantern the figures of a number of boys could be seen jumping around, kicking at the blankets. Nothing here, said Lanky after several minutes. Percy, I think you had a dream. Er-no-boys, I didn't, I really felt it. Oh! I just stepped on it. Here it is! Every one looked to the dark corner of the bunk house that Percy pointed to. There, by the light of the one lantern, could be seen several feet of wet rope! -Graydon Lockwood, '28, THE AIR MAIL PILOT All night, through the rain and the darkness He pilots his plane in its flight, All night, through the winter's chill sharpness, His pilot light's steady and bright, He flies, with his hand on the joystick, A firm hand, steady and true, To get the mail through safely, Yes, safely and swiftly to you. And I think, as I lie on my pillow, In my cozy and comfortable bed, Of the mail pilot, flying so lonely, In the cold darkness over my head, Who repeats, with the hum of his motor, A motor so steady and true To get the mail always through safely, Yes, safely and swiftly to youf, -Robbins Allen, '27. 'ffm -Pg. 's 71' bg ,4,,,J M., WAHADA'S QUEST Wahada was now a brave--tall and graceful in poise. His skin was like burnished copper, and his watchful eyes were wont to scrutinize everything about him. Now and then, a wave of emotion would flash across his usually inscrutable face. As he lay upon a couch of soft, green moss, on the Hfth day of his fasting, his eyes closed from utter exhaustion and he was lost to the world. Strange music came to his ears. Strange shadows mingled together. Then the sounds grew more distinct, until he could hear the wind in the tall tops, and the water as it kissed the silent shore. Gradually, it became a living picture. There was a great, rugged cliff before him, and the sky was the color of lead. At the foot of the precipice was a deep, green lake, surrounded by tall pines. A thick haze clung to the edge of the cliff, but, as the Indian gazed about him, the mist rolled away and the waters of the lake were suddenly, as if by magic, turned to crimson. The pines and the sky became scarlet. It was indeed, the notorious great carbuncle, casting its brilliant glow everywhere. Wahada quickly awoke from his dream, and going to a nearby stream, refreshed himself with a drink from its crystal WILICYS. His fast was ended. He had had a dream, and now he must go in search of the great carbuncle-for this stone was his magic, which he must secure before he could be a warrior and be honored in his tribe. Down into the valley he went, and told the old chief, his father, of his dream. Go, my sonf' said the aged man, to the Crystal Hills. And may the Great Spirit guide you on your wayf, So the young man set out, refreshed with food. Two weeks he travelled through the woods, sleeping with nothing but the vast heavens for a roof. Two weeks, with only his bow to secure him food. Thus he continued his way until he reached the mountains. And it came that, one morning as he was lifting his voice in prayer to the Great Protector, he perceived a faint red glow along the northern horizon. After a rough dayis journey, he reached the Crystal Hills- he reached the shore of his dreams!-and, as he stood at the quiet Waterls edge, the mist rose like a curtain from the cliff, and he saw the great carbuncle before him. He was filled with awe, for it was so large, that to carry it alone would be impossible. His mind he cudgeled, but no pleasing idea came to him. When the great carbuncle is placed before my Wigwam, he thought, it will give light to the surrounding country and thereby serve as a guide to my camp. But, on the other hand, our enemies would be able to steal upon us and destroy us, for we would not be able to see outside the circle of light. No! it would be fatal to put the stone in our village-far better to leave it here, unknown and harming no onef' So Wahada left the Crystal Hills with a heavy heart, and started towards his village. After travelling many days, he came to his camping grounds. As he approached, he discovered by his adroit eye, that there, rallying outside the settlement, were hostile Indians who were, no doubt, planning to attack the village that very night. Under cover of dark- ness, he slipped into camp immediately, and summoned his tribe to arms. the enemy made their attack, they did not find, as they sleeping village. After fighting all night with no success, to retreat. Wahada and his men gave chase. After pur- for many days, they came to the Crystal Hills. Here more the enemy, who continued to retreat, always waiting for an Thus when expected, a they began suing them men joined opportunity to trap Wahada,s men, where they might fall upon and slay them. Pressing on, Wahada and his followers came through the woods to the shore of a lake. Instantly, a shower of arrows fell upon them and many of the brave men fell. Wahada, glancing around, recognized the place as the one of his dream, and, seeing that his men were in des- perate straits, he called aloud: O Great Carbuncle! Help us in this time of need! As if in answer to his prayer, the vapor rolled away, and the whole place was bathed in crimson. The fighting warriors of the enemy, who were dyed a brilliant red, were terrified and fled. Then Wahada knew that it was the great carbuncle that had saved him and his followers from death. He was now a warrior, and had won great honor and distinction in his tribe. -Olive Symonds, '29. -Univ . -4 ..-..7.Jn-ff ' ACE Ace was a skywriter. Or, that is until the war with Japan he was a skywriter. Almost every day he put some cottonseed oil in the emergency tank on his fast little blue monoplane, and flew up over the skyscrapers of New York, to write beautiful misty letters of smoke which disappeared in the misty sky. He wrote anything, from cigarette ad- vertisements to important news events, and charged one hundred and Hfty dollars a trip, which, at least kept him in spending money. Ace loved his work, but he discovered, after almost a year of it, that it was becoming monotonous. It was about this time that the New York Times telephoned him an order to write War with Japan all over Manhattan Island. This was not surprising, the United States had been on distant terms with Japan for some months. But as Ace lazily banked his plane on the long curves of the J in Japan, he began to think. Warg and war in 1932 meant aeroplanesg a great many of them. Wasn't this a chance to break the monotony of his existence? Why couldnit he do his bit for his country, he and his blue monoplane? The next day found Ace at a Navy Recruiting Station. Here he told the officer in charge that he was a licensed pilot with a fast, efficient plane, which he offered cheerfully to the government. Since the Navy was pitifully weak in number of planes, due to the poor legislation of an over-economic and short-sighted Congress, he was accepted with pleas- ure. He took a flying testg since he had been brought up in a plane, he passed this with ease, and another month found him in the Philippines. His monoplane had been equipped with a powerful machine gun, and a rack for carrying two 250-pound bombs of T.N.T. There were 5 similarly equipped planes in his squadron, nearly all of which were s ndard Navy pursuit machines. The first week ashore was spent in overhauling work, and in getting acquainted with the' other, members of the outfit. They were all young fellows, and Ace liked them immediately. His particular friends were Bill Ramsay and Wally Hall, two Pennsylvania boys. Ace and Bill became very good friends during that first week, and great was their joy when they found that they, with Wally, had been assigned to the same bombing unit. Their first taste of war came when the five planes comprising Ace's unit were sent, after weeks of practice, to bomb the Japanese town of Fuchasake, about four hundred miles away. The excursion ,went off without a break, and Ace was thrilled to feel his ship jump' Y Ai 1 500 lbs. of T.N.T. were released, and to hear the dull roar as they burst on the ground. Then came the quiet trip back to the base, and a pleasant evening on the beach, when the men sang and talked about home. Several bombing trips went off in the same way, not a Japanese plane or ship had been seen. It did not seem as if this could be war, it was so one-sided. But it was not to last. One afternoon, as the unit was leaving for one of its joy rides, a fleet of Jap planes appeared in the west. They approached rapidly, and opened fire as soon as they were within range. There were at least eight of themg all fast single- seater combat planes. The unit was in straight line formation. Suddenly Ace heard a crackling roar on his left, Wally had opened fire. A wing on the nearest Jap crumpled, and the plane fell slowly, twisting over and over, into the Pacific. As the fight grew hotter, the unit broke ranks, and each man instinctively picked out his own particular adversary. As a Jap crossed the sights of his gun, Ace pulled the trigger, and saw the plane jump as the lead ripped into the fuselage. At the same moment he felt a stinging pain in his leg, and looked down to see the floorboard shattered. He paid no attention to this, but dove sharply as a plane came straight at him. The Jap went over his head, and there was a thundering roar that shook the air. A bullet had struck one of the bombs under a Navy plane, and literally blown it to bits. As Ace looked forward again the gleaming disc of a propeller shone in the sun squarely in the sight of his gun. He pulled the trigger in- stinctively, saw the disc shatter into a million fragments, and another plane went spinning into the Pacific. Ace looked around to take stock of the results of battle. There were three enemy planes still in the air, and as far as he could see, only himself and Bill left of his own outfit. At that moment Wally roared by overhead, traveling over 300 miles an hour, straight for a Jap machine. Neither wavered from its path, there was a sickening crack, and a twisted mass of metal and fabric fell out of sight. Poor Wally! The two remaining Japanese ships, realizing the futility of further combat, turned tail for home. But Ace and Bill were not to be out done, and immediately followed. Ace was faint and weak from lo of blood, his only thought was to down the Jap. As he watched Bill from the corner of his eye, he saw his plane begin to glide downward fn long spirals. It began to slip, and finally hit the water on its back, and immediately sank. Bill was gone. Ace's mind began to wander. He thought of home, and skywritingg he had hardly the strength to pull his trigger as the last Jap appeared before him. The plane appeared to be standing still. Ace dimly wondered why. Suddenly he knew, it was floating on the water. But it was too late. Ace tried to kick his rudder bar overg his leg had no sensation or feeling in it. There was a mighty splash, a grind of metal scraping metal, . as Ace lost consciousnessg the twisted ruins of a Japanese plane . U. S. Navy plane sank out of sight beneath the calm water. - -Robbins W. Allen, '27. '5M.x - ,M ,J b . 4 IMAGINARY TRAVEL We sat by the fisher's cottage And looked at the stormy tide, The evening mist came rising And floating far and wide. One by one in the light house The lamps shone out on high, And far out on the dim horizon A ship went sailing by. We spoke of storm and shipwreck Of sailors, and how they live, Of journeys between sky and water, And the sorrows and joys they give. We spoke of distant countries, In regions strange and fair And of the wondrous beings And curious customs there. Of perfumed lamps on the Ganges, Which are launched in the twilight hour, And the dark and silent Brahmins Who worship the lotus flower. And the maidens earnestly listened, Till at last we spoke no more, The ship like a shadow had vanished, And darkness fell deep on the shore. , --Carolyn Smith, '2 8. A MAGPIE'S GIFT Tap, tap, taplw came from the chimney. Doris shook with fear. Wfhat on earth could it be? Such a strange noise, and it went on so steadily! There!-it had stopped for a minute, the howling wind had dropped, too, and there was silence. She cautiously came up from the bottom of the bed, and tried to see something through the black dark- ness of the room. Then suddenly, Tap, tap, tap! it came again. Ugh!', said Doris. She could not bear it alone any longer, besides, after all, it was her very first night in the big old house, and she was feeling very nervous. I'l1 go across to Charlie's room, she said, he won't mind. She fumbled in the darkness for her slippers. Falling over a chair in her hurry and bruising her knee, she scurried out of the room. Whew-w-iv! went the wind, and Tap, tap, tap! came the horrid sound after her. Oh, Charlie! she called, running breathless into her brother's room. Why, Doris! Whatever's the matter? said Charlie, sitting up in just in the middle of such a ripping dream! Smugglers, don't suppose I'll ever have the luck to dream it again! stared, you look as though youid seen a ghost! bed. And I was you know, and'I Why- he So I have-or heard one, almost sobbed Doris. It,s someone tapping, Charlie. 'Tap, tap, tapl' it goes. Do come and listen! 'iRipping! back. Silently the two children stood inside the bedroom door. Tap, tap, tap! began again as a burst of wind blew around the house. said Charlie. In an instant he was leading the way Uncanny, isn't it?,, said Charlie. What could it be, I wonder?,' I-Ie stood still in the darkness and thought. Mice? They don't tap,', said Doris. I know the sound of themli' Or-birds? suggested Charlie. No, it can't be. It's-well, it can't be a ghost, you know. They don't come to houses that havenit got mysteries. But I thought you said that this one had, said Doris, half shiver- ing. On our way up in the cab, you said that Great-Aunt Emmy's house was mysterious, so I thought- Tap, tap, tap! sounded again. Get into your dressing-gown and I'1l stay a bit, said Charlie, trying to look up the chimney Yes, it does sound as though some one wants to get out. Yes, of course, there is a mystery of a sort about this house. Father told me, but it couldn't be anything to do with this! Do tell me, begged Doris. Perhaps I shan't hear the tapping so much if you do. Well, you know we've come to spend Christmas here to keep Aunt Emmy company, don't you? said Charlie. Well, the reason is this. Her only son-that's Cousin Dick-is supposed to have done something awfully wrong, frightful, in fact. I-Ie had to go away to Canadaf' Oh-what? breathed Doris. Well, Aunt Emmy had the loveliest jewels-diamonds you know- and they disappeared and he was supposed to have taken them. I don't quite know why, but I think he was in debt at the time, you see, and-U A great gust of wind shook the house, and Tap, tap, tap! went the noise again. Charlie stopped speaking. It's a rumbling noise!,, he said after a time. Oh, dear, said Doris. I do so wish it would stop! Tell me, Charlie, were those diamonds ever found? No, and that's the mystery, said Charlie. He gave a great , qi-30 yawn. Funny, isn't it? He yawned again. I say, Doris, do you think you could turn in now? I believe the noise has stopped, and there's much less wind. All right, said Doris, determined to be brave. She lay and shook for a little while, and presently she, too, fell asleep, but dreams seemed to follow her all through the night. She dreamed that Cousin Dick was calling to her, and that his voice seemed to come from the chimney. Doris, let me out, he said, it is all a mistake. I will. I'm coming. said Doris in her sleep, then she woke up and shook with terror. What an extraordinary dream she had had! The dim light of Christmas morning was beginning to show in the room, the wind had ceased and the tapping had stopped. But I'11 see what I can do, said Doris. I promised in my dream! She made her way to the chimney and looked up: nothing could be seen. She called out, but there was no answer. Then with the feeling of the dream still strong upon her, she tried another plan. I,ll put the poker up, she said. Perhaps- A shower of soot came first, the chimney had evidently not been used or swept for years. She tried again, another shower of soot that blackened her nightdress and set her coughing. I'1l try once more, said Doris. l'After all-- And then a rattling was heard, down the chimney something fell. Stones, said Doris. Well, that isnit muchlv But something made her lift up the string of stones. Then she stared at them again, and with a bound was in Charlie's room. Why, she cried. Why, I believe Iive found the diamonds! That is exactly what they were. Christmas morning brought hap- piness to every one in the house, from old Emmy to the servants, who had all been fond of poor, misjudged Cousin Dick. A thorough search disclosed the fact that a magpie,s hoard of stolen treasure had been hidden in the chimney, and it was ultimately decided that the string of diamonds must have fallen from his beak and lodged itself round one of the bricks of the chimney. Hence the Tap, tap, tap, on windy nights which Doris and Charlie had heard. So you see, it wasn't a ghost, after all,', said Charlie. I think it was even more wonderfulf' said Doris as she told him about her dream. -Martha E. Dixon, '30. GYP He was a nuisance. That was plain. The rugs, the curtains, the furniture-articles indigestible even to a nanny goat eventually bore evidence of his superabundant energy. He answered to the name of Gyp--or any other which he chose to acknowledge. Gyp had a deep seated love for variety, but he had a mania for paper -paper in any of its forms, books, news or magazines, and if one sudden leap did not flit the evening paper from Ronny Holden's hand, the dog would lie down placidly before the Hre and plan another strategic attack. His sanctuary was a spot to the left of the hearth, and needless to say, that particular vicinity was cat-proof. Here Gyp could usually be found, growling good-naturedly, and chewing industriously on his latest piece de resistance. He never had been whipped enough to impress him with the error of his countless ways, in view of the natural mischievousness of wire-haired fox terriers, there is considerable room for doubt as to whether or not he could ever have been entirely subjugated. I don't think that the neigh- bors ever took this fact into account when they judged Gyp. Not a day passed without someone's pet pussy being treed, or some- body's attractive little weed garden being scratched up, with as boisterous a result as if Gyp had been digging up the hanging gardens of Babylon. Every day some irate member of the neighborhood-usually a fem- inine one-called Ronny on the 'phone and loudly gave him her candid opinion, even with a little exaggeration, on dogs in general, his con- founded pup in particular. Ronny was on the outs with everyone for ten blocks around. It was impossible to keep Gyp chained. When he was restrained in such a fashion, he would yap steadily, ten yaps to the minute, with an especially appealing screech at the end of every third round. After a very arousing day, Gyp would curl up and growl his bur- dens into the fire. Just now he was engaged in shredding and crumbling the latest News. Ronny had come to view this event with apparent optimism. He snatched the remnants from the dog, who, thinking that it was part of the fun, took a flying tackle for the Post, which Ronny was carelessly holding in his other hand. Gyp missed the paper, a rare occurrence, but took a secure hold upon his masterjs smoking jacket. Gyp held on as if it were his last heroic work in this world, and he could not be dislodged. He ripped first one way and then the other. Ronny tried to wrench loose, but it only tore his jacket the more. Then, with a rending tear, Gyp descended with half of a good silk jacket in his teeth. One sound swat was administered to him, and then the doorbell rang. Gyp knew that the only person who ever rang the doorbell in that manner was bad company. For him the fun was ended, but as Ronny looked ruefully at his dog-dilapidated jacket, he knew that the fun was just beginning. He snatched up what remained of the papers, and tried to appear interested in an advertisement of Fisk tires- :'Time to Retiref, Splendidly she came in, all sails set stiff before the breeze. It was Aunt Sue. 'tAh-oh, hellof' Ronny greeted without rising. How are Uncle and yourself? Ronald, where are your manners? Ronny arose, trying to shield himself with the papers. Is your mother here? No, but she,ll be right back in a few minutesf, She,d better be. I didn't come away down here on a wild goose- Ronald! Ronny knew what was coming. What happened to that brand new jacket I gave you for Christ- mas?', Ronny was silent. Wl1at's the cause? Aunt Sue stood up. That meant that she was on the warpath, un- relenting and merciless. What's the cause? she repeated. Ronny had the paper in his hand. He pointed it aceusingly at Gyp. That started things. Still playful, Gyp leaped straight for the special mark. Aunt Sue stood open-mouthed in the doorway. Gyp snatched the paper and doubled back to the door. He was taking no chances on losing his prey. Aunt Sue jumped a foot into the air to avoid the dog, and fell sideways, upsetting two chairs and a table lamp in her descent. They broke her fall-also her dignity. Aunt Sue choked with rage. Dogs, Ronny's dog, were the subject of her animated monologue. Talk about Jove hurling chain lightning at the Greeks! After a terrific wind-up, she ran down, and became awfully calm. Get that dog, she commanded. There's no 'get' to him. He's all gonef' 'tGet that doglu It was useless to argue. Ronny hunted high and lowg in places no one but the trailer of Gyp would ever think of exploring. Ronny searched up the attic, down the cellar, under the woodpile, but no dog. It was rank foolishness to look any farther. If Gyp didn't want to be found, no one could End him. There was no help for it. Aunt Sue had to be faced, dogless. Well? she inquired briefly. Gone 'lWell, young man, it will be a far distant day when I ever attend this madhouse again. I think my blood pressure is up to the boiling i l l point. Ronny thought so, too. If your mother wants to know why I didn't stay, you can tell her.', When she was safely out of the way, Ronny returned to Gyp's stamping ground. He whistled and coaxed in as friendly a voice as he could muster, but one cannot deceive his dog. Ronny went upstairs to change his jacket, and when he returned, there was Gyp by the hearth, a picture of doggish content. It would have been a waste of time to whip him. The room was put in order, and Ronny went out to buy another paper. Gyp sneaked out with him. Meow! Ronny and Gyp glanced across the street at the same instant. An Angora cat was taking per promenade on the sidewalk opposite. Ronny knew what would happen. He made a dive for Gyp, but that individual slipped through his arms and sprinted toward the cat. Under one fence, over another, through one hedge and back through again, it finally ended where it had started, with the cat up a maple and Gyp below. Ronny stood a moment, undecided, watching them, and in that moment he felt that he was not tho only observer. He turned, and met a thoroughly angry, but beautiful girl. Well? she said. That sounded commanding. Ronny smiled a little forcedly. The girl's frown cleared. Who owns that awful dog? Ronny had to admit ownership. That's my cat up the tree. Is it? he inquired sympathetically. Yes, it is, and your awful dog has nearly frightened it to death! It was very much alive when it climbed the tree, the young man affirmed. Take that dog awayf' There was nothing else to do, so he tried, once-twice, but Gyp was a pertinacious fellow. Ronny grew impatient. He picked up a stick, and to all appearances laid it on unmercifully. Gyp howled piteously, he always did, whether he was hurt or not, and just then it had an excellent effect. The dog disposed of, Ronny stood up. Get my catf' Oh, he'll come down all right, he-U Get my cat, and it's a tba! Ronny started. He barked his shins quickly enough. Not being a steeplejack or even a professional trapeze performer, he was some time in reaching the cat. Then trouble began. XVhat harm hadn't been accomplished on the way up was effected in the descent. He finally reached the lower limb, about fifteen feet above the ground, then sud- denly kitty decided that she didn't fancy being held like a dozen eggs any longer, and she struck out with a taloned hook to the jaw. Ronny forgot that the limb of the maple on which he was perched was only two inches in diameter, and no place to play swat on. He dodged, took a spin to the ground, struck hard, and then came a melody of bird calls. When he came to, he was lying on a divan, and someone was trying to give him a drink, but was nearly drowning him instead. He looked up, and there was the mistress of the cat. zz I hope you're not badly hurtf' No, I'm all rightf, But you fell terribly hardf, So did the cat.', But it was my fault. I can't let you go home that way. zz u I can go along easily enoughf, Then you must come around later, so that I may be sure that you are yourself againf' I'l1 do thatf' Ronny left the house thoroughly satisfied with his luck. Rah, rah, barked Gyp, who had waited outside for his master. You're not such a bad dog, Gypf, Whereat that worthy tried to jump on Ronny's neck, but couldn't quite negotiate the grade. The next Thursday, Georgia fof course the name had been securedj , met Ronny at the door, and took him in to introduce him to her father. He growled a good-natured welcome, and Ronny felt reassured. He thought the father and Gyp would make excellent friends. Both had the same growl. ' So the time went on, and Ronnyis visits became more frequent. Details are unnecessary, but romance flowered. Summertime came, and with it the climax. The' two decided to make it a real event, and elope. Wednesday was the day decided upon, and Ronny had a license made out beforehand. At the appointed time he was on hand, starched and nervous. Georgiais father had indeed taken a fancy to Gyp. The two went to the terrace for an instant. Is everything set? questioned Ronny. 'tYes, all readyf' Georgia whispered. Ronny drew the license from his pocket. See,', he said, Nothing lacking but the minister's sig-- Then the plot was effaced. With the light ease born of continual practice, Gyp leaped lithely through the air and whisked the lightly held, precious paper from Ronny's hand. Gyp, Gyp, come back here, he whispered hoarsely. But Gyp was gone. XVell-a-quick Ronny, what can we do? Hang the luck. This is that pup's last card. I'1l get him, waitl- A light step behind them arrested their attention. They turned and faced Gyp-and Georgiais father, triumphantly holding the license in his hand. Nice, considerate dog you've got, sonny, he said smiling, 'Tm on to you both. Gyp brought the license straight to me, he added, flaunting the paper. Ronny laughed sheepishly. But never mind, kids. It's all right. Go ahead and beat it. I'm not looking 'ny -Malcolm Sfannarcl, '2 8. -Esca- AUTUMN THOUGHTS Autumn! This is the season when I would stand alone on the hilltops. To stand so, in autumn, is to have a tryst with one's soul. Doesn't it thrill you to look out over the rolling hills, God,s palette of many hues? The country has left the summer highway, the waving fields of sunshine, the brooks running merrily to the sea. The whole spirit of the universe is changed, it is bolder,- It is like a woman in scarlet. Last summer's guest has departed, and in place we have the hunter, and the hunted that scurries to cover, the chickadees with their foolish plaint, the blue-jays crying shrilly from the tree-tops, and the squirrels scolding one another. Through the purple haze, I can see the smoke of distant towns, but what are towns compared to these hills? There is a story told of an atheist, who went out into the woods with two guides. They showed him lakes snuggled in the mountains, great hills, and trees that lifted their heads to the heavens. Wherever they went he explained everything by science, until his lowly guides, with their awe of Nature, were silent. Finally they came to a place of glorious beauty, where the lowliest guide could no longer withhold his feelings: Mebbe, sir,', he said, there ain't no God now, but, by thunder, there was 0nce! So one feels in autumn. -Olive Symonds, '29, THE JADE OF FATE Narrow, badly-paved streets, small, ill-lighted shops where one could pick up old jades, carved bits of ancient ivory and old fragrant sandal-wood boxes, queer people 'ivvith black, all-seeing eyes in stolid, cxpressionless faces--China. Sally Rand reflectively picked up an old piece of ivory carved in the shape of a skull and smiled at its horrid grin, then fascinated by its horrid grimace, put it down with a shudder. Odd people, the Chinese, and clever. A simple thing like a skull carved with such skill as to send a shiver down the bravest of spines. An old teakwood box quaintly carved and with an odd clasp, a bit of carved jade in an old gold setting, yet nothing really different or distinctive. Casting a reluctant glance around the small shop, Sally rose to go, when an old necklace of carved jade caught her eye. Picking it up she stifled an exclamation at the beauty of the thing in her hand. Each bead was a work of art in itself, beautifully carved and each inscribed with an old Chinese character. Breathlessly she pulled it through her slim fingers, then with a gasp stopped-staring fascinatedly at the central bead of the necklace. It was the most horrible face she had ever seen! Grinning horridly, and in the carved eyes a look of such malice and evil-intent that the necklace slipped from her nervous fingers. How much is this necklace? Fifty dollarsf' Fifty dollars for that beautiful old thing, gasped Sally, amazed at her good fortune. She did not notice the look of evident relief in the eyes of the old Chinese store keeper, as she transferred the necklace to her own pocket. She would not have understood it if she had. A11 the way home the necklace seemed to burn her fingers and the memory of the awful face made her shiver. That night she showed her treasure to her friends and received their varied comments with a smile. Sally! How wonderful-Where- And only fifty dollars! How did you do it? But what an awful face. I think you stole it, that's what I think! The charm, or rather horror, of the face insidiously worked its way into Sally's system till finally, in despair, she took it to Mr. Harding, who specialized in old Chinese Jades. Mr. Harding took the necklace and regarded it fixedly for about Eve minutes. Suddenly he spoke: Where did you get this, and what did you pay for it?,' Sally told him and he nodded. I'll give you twenty-five hundred dollars for this necklace. Sally gasped. What?', if Yes, it probably seems a great deal to youg but do you realize how old this thing is? This is the original necklace given by an old Chinese Mandarin to an ancient enemy of his. Somewhat like the gift horse of Troy as it ruined his old enemy. It's been called the Jade of Fate as bad luck has seemed to fall on it since that date five hundred years ago. It was supposedly made by a magician and endowed with evil spirits. I can readily see how a superstitious old Chinaman would be glad to get rid of it at any price. When Sally learned its value, she refused to sell it. She had never been superstitious and a relic of an old myth like this was a treasure indeed. She started for New York late in the summer. At the customs office in Shanghai the surly customs officer gruffly asked her for her passport. She reached into her bag, Where she had put it when she left the hotel. Gone! Horrors! No, surely it was there! But no. Somewhere back in the winding streets of Shanghai, was her passport. A search would be futile and she was obliged to remain in Shanghai until, after numerous cablegrams to New York, she was allowed to cross. All the way over the wind roared and a mighty storm swept the Pacific. Giant waves like mountains rolled the ship around like a log. Sally lay in her berth and watched the swirling, swaying walls of her stateroom, feeling that she would give anything, even her new necklace, just to feel solid ground under her feet again. By the time she was half way over she thoroughly agreed with Mark Twain's theory on seasickness that the first half hour you're afraid you are going to die, but the next half hour you're afraid you're not. The storm continued until they were almost in sight of California. Then it suddenly abated, leaving the sea as blue as the sky and heaving with gentle swells that whispered and sang around the vessel. The next day Sally disembarked at San Francisco, crossing the city just in time to miss the train for Chicago. She was forced to remain in San Francisco over night. U Most of the best hotels were full, and she had to go to a second- rate one. Odd how much bad luck had followed her since leaving Mr. Harding's office in far-away China. She took the necklace out of her bag and looked at it again. The inhuman face scowled as if boding more evil to come. The next day she got her train in plenty of time but found it dirty and uncomfortable. However, she enjoyed her trip fairly well in spite of the fact that ,,, as ,, the beautiful canyons and mountains of Colorado were obscured by a rainy mist. She found Chicago as dirty as she had expected, considering her astonishing run of bad luck. She stopped at the express office to forward her baggage. ce I want to forward some baggage to New Yorkf' Where from? San Francisco. What's the name, please?', Miss Sally M. Rand. Umph, no such name heref, But there must be, gasped Sally, dismayed. I sent them a week ago.', We'll look them up. But a careful search failed to disclose Sally's baggage. Leaving the station she took a taxi for the Blackstone. She sat back in the taxi and smiled a bitter smile that made che driver wonder. Perhaps he wondered too much, for suddenly the taxi gave a strong lurch and then a jump, and blackness shattered by golden specks of pain descended on Sally. When she awoke she was in a strange room, and her mother was beside her. She tried to speak, but her head pained her so that she was forced to give up the attempt. Never mind, dear, said her mother. You were hurt in a taxi accident. The hospital people telegraphed us to eomef' A few weeks later Sally went to New York with her parents. One afternoon as she sat in the garden her brother brought her a letter. It was from Mr. I-Iardingg opening it, she read: My dear Miss Rand, 'lUpon further study into the history of the necklace of which I spoke to you, I find it was destroyed in the seventeenth century. I hope you will excuse my error. Yours sincerely, John H, Harding. When the stars came out that night they peeped into the lovely old fountain playing in the garden and found a carved jade necklace. . -Barbara Wells, '28, SOCCER Back Rowg Frank Wilson Graydon Lockwood, Francis Deming, Alex Zima. Front Row, Duncan Hope, Winston Macdonough, Robert Cvlanz, Clyde Taylor, Alwyn Broderson, Harold jope, Everette Barnes. BASKETBALL Back Rowg Coach Parks, Manager Charles Woodward. Middle Row, Winthrop Pierson, Winston M xcdonough, Patsy Ambrose. Front Row, Richard XVhalen, George Savoy, Capt, Everette Barnes, Clyde Taylor, john Mannix. it Q1 , 1 .. A 4 I , - 9 WETHERSFIELD'S ATHLETICS AS I SEE THEM Never, in the several years that I have been interested in secondary school athletics, have I found the sport side of a school curriculum of so fine a type as Vfethersfields There is a Hghting spirit among the ath- letes which is combined with an emphasis upon clean sportsmanship and consideration of the opponent's rights which I admire highly. The manner in which the pupils accepted soccer last fall was a revelation. This excellent sport is one of the finest games for secondary schools. It is the very best all-round developer I know of. Our triumphs of last fall and the brand of play developed near the close of the season tell me that soccer has a rosy future at Wethersneld. The fine type of team play required by this game is just fitting for the type of co-operation which is uppermost in our student body. Anyone who has followed our school's record in basketball can but be amazed at its progress. Basketball is a game which requires the skill which only long experience can develop. Basketball is still a toddling infant at Vfethersfield, yet our quintet has already participated in a championship tournament and has finished a season in second place in a league composed of schools which have played the game for many sea- sons, But the thing which I appreciate, perhaps more than the majority of those who have followed our team's record, is the fact that these boys have made good in spite of the worst handicap a basketball team can possibly have, namely, an entirely inadequate gymnasium. In spite of the absolute impossibility of developing consistent teamwork on their crowded courtg in spite of the absolute impossibility of developing arch shots, so necessary to high' scoring, because of the low ceiling, they com- bined a gritty defense and a hard, driving offense, to bring victory in half of their scheduled games. Give us a proper floor for practice and I'll guarantee that our boys will top the Central Valley League if they can but keep the type of spirit they have shown during the past season. As to baseball, I can only say that if the spirit of the players is equal to that of the workers who, as this is written, have just Hnished putting the diamond into first class playing condition, Wethersield is going to witness some classy battles this spring. If our nine can do to their opponents what our volunteers have done to the diamond-well, we just won't know how to lose, that's all. But of all the Hne things I can see in our athletic life, the very best of all to me is the fact that the boys are controlling and governing their own athletics, and they're doing a tip-top job, too. The Athletic Council has ironed out many wrinkles in our system during the past year. They have had to come to several decisions with regard to certain athletes which have taken much manhood to upholdg but the boys in the Council have had the welfare of the school at heart throughoutg and they have made their decisions always without thought of personal gain, but ever for the best of everyone concerned. I admire sincerely and wholeheartedly the spirit of WethersHeld's athletes and most especially that of the guiding hand, the Athletic Council, and I only ask that our athletic intercourse with other schools can continue unblemished. You, as members of Wethersheld High School, may all well be proud to read the words of the coach of one of the basketball teams in our League. He said to me before one of the games in our own gymnasium last winter: Fd rather lose a game to your boys than to any other team I know of. Our boys always look forward with pleasure to coming to WethersHeld.', I-Ie certainly could not have been expressing the desire of his players to play on our crowded fIoor-he was but reflecting the result of the spirit of fair play which is becoming dominant among our pupils. What greater thing could we do for our school and its athletics than to develop this fine spirit to that extent which would compel every visiting coach honestly to repeat the words I have quoted? To win without offending is something which only a team with the finest ideals of sportsmanship, and backed by rooters who put a desire for fair play above the selfish desire for victory, can do. Oh, what a name Wethersheld could develop on the soccer pitch, the basketball court, and the baseball diamond if every player and every rooter could only let this motto direct him in all his athletic interests: If we win let us win by the code. If we lose let us stand by the road And cheer As the winners march by!', -G. H. P. BASKETBALL Wethersneld managed to put two teams on the floor this year. One the Varsity, the other the second team composed of fairly good players. The second team did not play so many games as the varsity, but those they did play were won by them throughout the season. We started our basketball season with a practice game with South Manchester Trade School. Our boys played well, considering it was the first game of their season, but lost to South Manchester Trade School, 22-15. Our next game was with Windsor, a member of the Central Valley League. In this game our boys were rather ragged and were overpowered by a 25-9 score. A We then played the Wethersfield Alumni, composed mostly of 1926 varsity men. This game was close, up to the very end.. We 'had to have an overtime period because the score was tied. But the Alumni came back strong in the overtime, gaining 11 points, making the score 28-17. In the next game both the varsity and second team played Bloomfield. The varsity won, 13-115 the seconds won, 15-6. ' Glastonbury was our next goal. After a close game up to the very end, we finally won, 22-19. In another practice game with South Manchester Trade School, we lost as before by seven points, 20-13. ' In the next three games we developed a winning streak, conquering all who played against us. The varsity beat Windsor Locks by a 21-16 score. The seconds beat their seconds with a 21-12 score. We next journeyed to Bloomfield, where the varsity beat, 21-12. Our seconds won, 24-9. Glastonbury was next defeated by the local boys, the score being 19-15. Following these, our game with Windsor blasted our hopes of being champions of the Central 'Valley League, for we lost to Windsor, 14-7. It was a good, clean game, however, and was nothing to be ashamed of. Our last League game was with Windsor Locks at their home gym. There the varsity men met with such handicaps that we lost, 18-11. The Wethersfield seconds won again by a 15-7 score. Because our average was fairly good, Mr. Parks was notified that, if he could bring his team to Storrs, Conn., they could participate in the Class C Tournament. After securing conveyances we arrived at Storrs in the afternoon. We played that same afternoon. The team slated to meet us was Shelton, from a good-sized High School in the South of Connecticut. Our boys, not being used to a big floor, were rattled at first. They then held the Shelton squad down to the end, but the points that Shelton got in the first quarter .were too much, for the score at the end was 32-11. -Charles Woodward, 327. 0 SOCCER y Plans rounded into shape this year for the introduction of a new sport in the athletic program of the high school. This sport was soccer, or as it is sometimes called, association football. This was made a third branch of sports in the Central Valley League. . Very few boys in the whole league had experience in this sport- while no one except our coach understood the game here. But these were only slight handicaps, from the close of school until supper time, -a group of fifteen or twenty boys, under the direction of Mr. Parks, could be seen getting the field into condition and learning the fine points of the game. Wethersfield played its first game on its home field against Glas- tonbury High. This game ended in a scoreless tie, with both teams putting up an excellent fight. A beautiful drive by Captain Taylor, and one by Macdonough missed the goals only by inches. Our next game was at Windsor, but as we had to leave three regular men behind because of scholastic difficulties, we were unsuccessful, losing by 2 to 1 in a very hard 'fought game. Both teams were handicapped by alstrong wind. Glanz -made the only goal for us, although Savoy, Barnes and Zima played very well. Bloomfield, the leagile Champions, conquered us next in a very hard fought batgle on our own pitch, which ended 2 to 1. The boys showed excellent spirit in defeat. , The first victory,came on November 5, when Wethersfield High played the best game of the season at Portland. The first half went scoreless, with Portland kicking down with the wind. The second half saw Captain Taylor and Savoy both succeed in driving the ball ' 'through Portland's defense, Whalen, as goal tender, kept the opponents scoreless. The last game of the season was unfortunate for Bloomfield, as they suffered their only defeat at our hands by a score of 1 to 0. i Considering that it was our first year of soccer, we had a successful season, we won two, lost two, and tied one game. . Lettersiwere awarded to the following men: Captain Clyde Taylor, Captain-elect Richard Whalen, Francis Deming, Graydon Lockwood, Winston Macdonough, Frank Wilson, William McCue, Alwyn Brodersen, Robert Glanz, Duncan Hope, George Savoy and Everette Barnes. Every one of these boys played his best, showing great team work and the same 'school spirit that is evident in all W. H. S. games. . ' -Burton Woolley, '28. TWENTY - SEVEN 5 'One reason why my poem . Is so very hard this time, Is that the words I most would use Are the hardest words to rhyme. The noblest themes defy my muse, To desperation driven, In Webster still I seek in vain A rhyme for Twenty-Seven. -Isabelle Wolcott, '27. : ff 1?'?, ,ffF I YQ? L.: .iT,z1i ' D, xr' 4 ' XX aiu 1: I Xifw n , 11 --f 2 r, H. 5 ga - Nw: .U we Ei .- 5 L - -ii? L :Q 1 -- digg-Kim 4 . ,W - FACULTY The year started with only one change in our faculty. Miss Rubie Woodcock resigned to enter the College of Osteopathy in Kirksville, Mo. Miss Margaret Hanscom, a graduate of Bates College, ,26, was elected to fill the vacancy. She teaches Mathematics and English in Junior High. Miss Hanscom, who is interested in athletics, has kindly spent a good part of her spare time in directing basketball for the High School girls. In February we were sorry to lose Miss Abbie Smith, teacher of Social Sciences in our Junior High School, she accepted a position in the English Department of the junior High School at Mt. Vernon, New York. Our best wishes go with her in her new work. ,Miss Inez Farris, her successor, was graduated from Bates College, ,26, and comes to us from Maynard High School, Maynard, Mass. FRESHMAN DOG ROAST Early in the fall, the Freshmen hiked down to the island for their hot dog roast. Everyone enjoyed the various games which were played before and after the roast. SOPHOMORE DOG ROAST The Sophomore Hot Dog Roast was held in Mill Woods, early in October. Many of the teachers accompanied the pupils. After the roast, Miss Sawyer played the Nuke and we sang. JUNIOR - SENIOR DOG ROAST The Junior and Senior Classes met for their annual dog roast at the Island in October. The faculty and students alike joined in the games which caused a great deal of merriment. After plenty of dogs and sand were consumed, the evening was spent happily in singing around the fire. FRESHMAN RECEPTION The social events of the year were started by a reception given to the Freshmen by the upper classmen. In order that the honored guests could be distinguished, each freshman was required to wear a green bow. Dancing, a playlet, and a song from the freshmen were the features of entertainment for a happy evening. SOPHOMORE HOP The Annual Sophomore Hop was given at the Charles Wright School, November 19. A large number of upper classmen attended. lt was a non-costume affair. Dancing was enjoyed, the music being furnished by Baker's Orchestra. The hall was decorated very prettily, and refreshments were served during the intermission between dances. SCHOOL ORCHESTRA The School Orchestra has been reorganized under the supervision of the Vice-Principal, Mr. Anderson. The members are as follows: Violins-Sol Hershman Miner Kretzmer Edward Willard Fern Wolf Lyal Ryder Ukelele-Eleanor Hyer Clyde Salmons Catherine Jones Drums-William Carlton Banjo-Jack Bell 955' Trumpet-Walter Lundgren Piano-Isabel Warner The orchestra was greatly appreciated at the Victory Dance. w N--Sv- SENIOR PLAY The Seniors presented their play, Bab, adapted from Mary Roberts Rinehart's Bab-Sub-Deb,', on the tenth and eleventh of December. The cast included: Bah fsub-debj ........ Margaret Peticolas Mr, Archibaldv fher fatherj . . Robbins W. Allen Mrs. Archibaldl' fher motherj . . Lois R. Hartman Leila', Cher sisterj .... . Dorothy P. Carter Carter Brooks ..... . William Carlton Clinton Beresford fLeila's loverj . . . Harold Jope Eddie Perkinsv ...... . Douglas Wilkinson Jane Raleigh Cconfidential girl friendj . . Doris Maynard Guy Grosvenorv ...... Wfinston Macdonough Hannah fthe maidj . . . . . Vera Gilmore William,' fthe butlerj . Miner Wells 'i It is not flattery when we say that the play was interpreted with intelligence, cleverness and finish. The great success of the play was due to the co-operation of the entire class. JUNIOR-SENIOR CHRISTMAS PARTY Because the Juniors sold the greatest number of tickets for the Senior Play, the Seniors gave them a Christmas Party. It was held in the Charles Wright Hall, December twenty-first. Entertainment consisted of danc- ing and playing gamesg everyone received a Christmas present, these caused a great deal of merriment. The party ended about ten-thirty, and it was self evident that all had had a good time. HISTORY PARTY A party was given January fourteenth, at the high school, by Mrs. Ogden's Sophomore Class in Modern History. Everyone wore a cos- tume representing some phase of History, and each group acted out a small play, bringing out the special part they wished to emphasize. After 'the entertainment, games were played and refreshments were served. A great deal of interest was aroused through the varied program. Every- one seemed to enjoy the entertainment of the evening. JUNIOR PROM The Junior Promenade was held in the Charles Wright Hall on january twenty-ninth. The hall was very attractively decorated in .japanes style with the class colors, red and white. Baker's Novelty a furnished music for the dancing. Everyone who helped to make the Prom the success it was, deserves much credit. BASKETBALL PARTY The Basketball Party was held in the Charles Wright Hall, March twenty-sixth. The Grand March was led by Mr. and Mrs. Parks. Danc- ing was enjoyed until ten forty-five, at which time Captain Everette Barnes gave a short talk and presented Mr. Parks with an attractive pen and a pencil. The next to speak was Captain-elect Richard Whalen, who predicted a championship team for next year. Then followed an inter- esting talk by Coach Parks. The school orchestra furnished music for the dancing. LUNCHEON S We wish to thank the ladies of the Parent-Teacher Association for serving hot lunches again this year. More than one hundred students were served each day. STUDENT GOVERNMENT Under the cooperation of a committee of students and faculty mem- bers, a student government was organized and put before the entire school. It was passed by a large majority. The council, or executive body, is composed of fourteen members, including the three officers, a representative from each of the Senior High School Classes, a repre- sentative from each Junior High home-room, and three faculty members. The council members are: Lawrence Hubbard, Pnfsidew Burton Woolley, Vice-Pnfsidwd John Mannix, Svcrvfary Timothy Stevens Betty Stockwell Patsy Ambrose Charles Towne Jane Wells W'illiam Berg Gertrude Hanrner William Warner Miss Clark Miss Sawyer Mr. Parks The council is aided by a board of directors consisting of two directors elected from each class. The directors are: Ruth Coughlin Harold Jope Arline Brown Richard Whalen Arline Pierson Francis Deming Virginia Becker David VanAusdall Florence Murray Walter Lundgren Emiline Deming Davis Calkins Thus far, the majority of the students have shown and the organization has accomplished a great deal. CLASS PARTS Valedictory . Salutatory Oration . History Prophecy . . . Presentation of Gifts Class Will . neva 4 U an excellent spirit, A Helen Gadd Lois Hartman . Charles Woodward S Vera Gilmore l Muriel Dacy f .Robbins Allen 4 Jessie Halliday L Eleanor Buck S Ruth Coughlin l Jack Bell Isabelle Wolcott l Emily Thacher The Class Parts are assigned to the twelve Seniors having the highest rank for the four years. Q obs 1 I Exchange Eepartment We have enlarged our Exchange Department this year. We have received many interesting magazines from the different schools. Our comments on them are as follows: The Se111finel',-New Haven High School, New Haven, Conn. Your The Sig11h0urd -Bay Path Institute, Springfield, Mass. Your paper contains interesting reading matter. Where are your editorials and stories? paper is well organized for a weekly, but why not limit it to school news? The Laurel -Farmington High School, Farmington, Maine. Your paper has an exceptionally good poetry page. It is a good magazine. The Blue and Gold -Lakeville High School, Lakeville, Conn. You have made a good start. Why not organize your paper into departments and have more cuts? The Red arm' Gray'-Fitchburg High School, Fitchburg, Mass. Your 'ne is excellent. The quotations at the bottom of each page are very ever. We like your exchange cut. Why not finish one depart- meht before starting another? The Tzmxisu-John Fitch High School, Windsor, Conn. Your paper is excellent. We like the dedication. The Senior class statistics are good, and the school calendar is commendable. The Talflcru-Bloomfield High School, Bloomfield, Conn. Your ex- change department is interesting. Where are your commencement . C. I. Scroll -Higgins Classical Institute, Charleston, Maine. Your cuts are excellent. We like your joke and exchange departments, too. The Orange :xml Black -Middletown High School, Middletown, Conn. Your cartoons are good. Do you always use the same cuts? Wef0rnhis',-Milford High School, Milford, Conn. You have a good monthly paper. We like your literary department. It is as good as any we have read yet. A cut for your literary department would improve your paper. The Orange :mel Black -Barton Academy, Barton, Vermont. Your alumni department is handled very well. Why not have a few cuts in your paper? High School Hemlan'-Windsor Locks High School, Windsor Locks, Conn. A few more cuts and a more complete joke department would add much to your paper. We received the following comment on the Elvin from the VVef011zhis',-Milford High School: The Elm On the whole a very interesting and well written paper. Your literary department is fine and your jokes are CXCL'IlUl1f.,, -Lois Hm't11m1z, '27, Exchange Editor. gg ' we sive las ir N 2 Qlnmmenrnmwt Class Day .,....... ,, . .......... .,.......... . .A ,.,. Wednesday, june Graduation ..,.. .....,.. . . Congregational Church, 8 o'elock, June Senior Reception ..,.,.. .Charles Wright Hall, 8 o'clock, June Alumni Day ......., ..,...,. ..,,,. ....,.. ,,.,.,.,.,.,......, ..,..,...., J u n e CLASS FLOWER-BRIAR CLIFF ROSE CLASS MOTTO Life Is NVhat We Make It Class Ode fTune: The Son of Golf Goes ls'm'ffJ fu Warj The day has come. The hour is here When classmates, We must part. No more to cross the threshold o'er To scenes dear to our heart. Tho' faces vanish from our sight As we walk diilferent Ways The class of '27 will ne'er Forget their High School days. Dear Wethersfield, Old Wethersfield XVe praise thee in our song We laud thy virtues to the skies We stand by, right or wrongg To thee our Alma Mater dear We pledge our hand and heartg So here's to thee old High School days Three cheers before we part. Miner F. Wt'11s, '27. 15 16 17 11 3-'fb e N iov in P .S e S M :ww - fb S , ou P A ' x J I fi Oy TL- C 5 lx' 'lj T pm ' ' 9 ff cw? Vik? 153 Wifi 411 7 I Kfu 1 jk W ' cw :fl if fm 'M -W '1'f'0l ' I 0 ' V 'WP ' 1 OW STINNRFU -f 2: 5 3 Q07 F Jw B, gb ,A xx ,A moi mem 3 QP- ff' 3 Boungg OM rl M wequ L nmckf 0'-ET' 'lm V, 1 . X VA C 3 'vwrm , - 4' N-Q. 'i H bu K,.Q.,,,,' Q ,'i,2..mw Vurfj J W W .Www fxx -G m x9M gG,,6p I 9 Rf ,w LM v-Q A X u A145 4 5 -2-N 3 my '4 iix a H' . X f x f YV -I 'w- V' , 1.1 K N ks 'X QE 5 , Q - . - g f ,U , ?'i !2h'f'J'g E,iEE 3: f5'S2f'iJ. 5 ..53ff4'1u2 we-we? ,,w,.,.,-7-EFF il- of 1-HE SEN1oR :MQ f f 3 , sf-' . x 'Q ul ! X 9 0' 53' X I MLW M94 5: 'H Q f jf ax I 'uw :rf ' 1 -fuv1.'i0w MMI ' w4V7-fa' if 7 4 v- f w-, - 1 , O? -.-suv. NJ li 27 A , , X N ' rf xl V , , ,ly ' I lvl ff i gf ' ff X , , wif film, ' ' , f ' Seri . QI, ylyllfjly' f l H TIIE VAW JTBELL megan: or 4' 0 52255100 ?v3iL'?'fL4fL'fk'f5:ne -rm: 81211 UFTWEQM, sm-ov. --v 6'J'f,72',L'A'!ZfL153Y Qu'5S W ' , Siva-mulgf 'I' v , gk I 'ii.-ff. . 1 L' SEN: ig - , f mf 0, Q KSN'-E 4 wmtw 3 X XX I If H545-wsu: 1' N 56, ma' Qsnnmziuf' ' 5222? ' QX sam aveg, X V E, 'MW x 'NDVI f! X JEETNE ,N-4 X QIEIUMW ,311 ffgr, CLASS OF 1926 Doris Adams -Aetna Automobile Insurance Co., Hartford, Conn. Harold Ashton--United States Naval Academy, Annapolis, Maryland Marion Arnold-Oberlin College, Oberlin, Ohio. Isaac Barnes-Connecticut Agricultural College, Storrs, Conn. Mildred Barnes-XVethersfield's Town Clerk's Office. Virginia Bengtson- Aetna Life Insurance Co., Hartford, Conn. Arline Booth -Tufts College, Medford, Mass. Katherine Buck - Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School, Boston, Mass. Beatrice Bunnell-Gruber Furniture Co., Hartford, Conn. Caroline DeLamater - Boston School of Physical Education, Boston, Mass. jedidiah Deming, Jr. -Tar Products Co., Hartford, Conn. Horace Doolittle-Loomis Institute, Windsor, Conn. Howard Doolittle - Loomis Institute, Windsor, Conn. Ruth Ellis-Western Union Telephone 86 Telegraph, Hartford, Conn. Arabella Elmer-Travelers Insurance Co., Hartford, Conn. Alton Gilmore-Bergeus Garage, Wetliersneld, Conn. Charlotte Harris-U. S. Security Trust Co., Hartford, Conn. Charlotte Isaacson-- Boston University, Boston, Mass. Fred Jones - Fuller Brush Co., Hartford, Conn. Albert Knapp-University of Vermont, Burlington, Vt. ' 'in 4 1 'W Harry Kretzmer-Travelers Insurance Co., Hartford, Conn. Charles Lowe- Hanson-Whitney Tap and Gauge, Hartford, Conn. Adelaide Lyman - Secretary to Vice-President Mason, Phoenix State Bank 81 Trust Co., Hartford, Conn. Clarence Madsen-Radio Dept., Brown-Thomson Co., Hartford, Conn. Clifford Morse -University of Vermont, Burlington, Vt. Joseph Pracon-Connecticut Agricultural College, Storrs, Conn. Margaret Smith - Travelers Insurance, Hartford, Conn. Marguerite Spencer-Travelers Insurance, Hartford, Conn. BLthel Sterzing - New Britain Normal School, New Britain, Conn. Helen Tebbers -Boston University, Boston, Mass. Elizabeth Wells-Hartford Fire Insurance Co., Hartford, Conn. Margaret Whalen-Travelers Insurance Co., Hartford, Conn. Dorothy Whitmore-Phoenix Mutual, Hartford, Conn. Sally Whitmore - Stuart Hall, Staunton, Va. . TWO ALUMNI MEET Why, hello, Eddie. It's been ages since I've seen you. How are you, anyway?', Oh, fine, Bob. It's good to see you again. Have you seen or heard about any of the old Wethersfield High gang? Why, yes. Only last week, while in Boston, I saw Mabel Cody at Simmons. At Simmons! Why I thought she was working in Hartfordf' She was, but you know how ambitious Mabel is. She's doing very well at college. She always was a credit to good old W.H.S.', She was, and still is. Speaking of colleges-our good friend Wally Willard is surely making Dartmouth sit up and take notice! He's show- ing his preparation all right, and getting such excellent marks that he gets unlimited cuts from classes. Well, I hadn't heard that before! He is showing what Wethers- Held High can put out-someone to be proud of, indeed! Seeing that you live here, what do you know about the alumni who are still in Wethersfield?,' Let me see. Oh, Welly Macdonough-you know him, of course- has a splendid position in the U. S. Security Trust at Hartford. Good for him! What is it? -f BUY A HOME FIRST ff 1. There comes a time in every man's life when he plans to build orbuy a real home-a place where he can enjoy the more fruitful years of his life. -One's thoughts naturally turn to the oldest, most beautiful and most historic town in the state, a town where nearly every man owns his home, and the community spirit prevails. This to-wn is Wethersfield, which has justly been called a home-loving town. The home, like the church and school, has been recognized as one of the most fundamental of our human institutions. Just think what a town we can have if we only get behind it and boost. It means wealth to all here and the foundation of our future generation. As a builder my aim is for better homes in Wethersfield, convenient, attractive and wholesome, and accessible to the average American family. My plan is not to shut out the man with a small amount of money but to help him to a home. I have worked under such a plan for fifteen years which enables me to supply the purchaser with a home, built to endure, in a select and up-to-date American neighborhood at a saving of S500 to 53,000 over average costs. A stroll through Willard, Church, Rosedale, Garden, Belmont, Center and Woodland Streets will show you over 150 Hubbard Homes built on this economical plan. A. G. Hubbard, 67 Hartford, Ave. BUILDER OF BETTER WETHERSFIELD HOUSES Why, he is assistant secretary in the Trust Department, isnit that ,Q great? It certainly is. He's one of the kind of men the world can't get along without. Switching back to college again-have you heard anything about Shirley Kilby recently? Oh, yes. I heard, just the other day, that hc's on the Sopohomore Honor List. I believe he was on the Freshman List last year, too. I guess the University of Vermont can be proud of him all right. All of our college boys and girls seem to be doing splendid workf, They do. Look at Caroline Arnold. She graduates from Mt. Holyoke this June, and has already been appointed to a position as teacher of Chemistry in the Amsterdam High School. Then, too, Doris works in the Underwriting Department of the Aetna Life Insurance, in I-Iartfordf' That's the first position in that department that,s been held by a woman, isn't it?,' 1 Well, anyway, I think Wethersfield High is very fortunate in her alumni. I'm sure she can count on all of them to live up to her excellent standingf' an I'm sure she can. Iill have to say 'good-bye' now. Hope to see you soon again so we can talk over some more of our alumni. So long, Eddie. Good-bye, Bob. ANNOUNCEMENTS The engagement of Miss Marion Leary to Kenneth Fox of Wethers- Held has been announced. Miss Leary is completing her third year as head of the French Department in Wethersiield High School. Priscilla Standish, '23, was married to Howard Richmond on Sep- tember eleventh of last year. Mr. and Mrs. Richmond are now living in Greenwich Village, New York. The engagements of the Misses Esther and Caroline Appelbaum, both of '21, have recently been announced. Miss Esther Appelbaum, a commercial teacher at Wethersfield High School, is engaged to Mr. George S. Levine of New York, Miss Caroline Appelbaum, who is a teacher at the Wilson Street School in Hartford, is engaged to Mr. Louis Traub of Hartford. An announcement was made recently of the engagement of Welling- ton Macdonough, '20, to Miss Beatrice Wasson of Saugerties, New York. Welly is assistant secretary in the Trust Department of the United States Security Trust Company, while Miss Wasson is working in the Phoenix State Bank SC Trust Company in Hartford. .n...4..4..4n..n...n...a..n..n..n...::4...n..4n..A..4..5n3i.i. School Savings History tells us of the efforts of man to possess himself of cattle, jewels, precious stones, and other property with which he might secure the prestige and influence in the community that the possession of wealth would bring to him, as well as the protection afforded himself and family from hunger and want. In the early days the compelling force to this end was ambi- tion, greed, love o-f conquest, and desire for personal power. What- ever the outstanding motive, it created a desire to accumulate for future use. Today similar results are obtained by pleasanter methods. Mankind has awakened to a keen appreciation of the value of organized and systematic activity whereby the benefits may become universal, and all who wish, may by earnest endeavor, secure for themselves and family the protection and security to which they are entitled. Money today constitutes the medium by which all purchaseable things are obtained, and to accumulate money with which to gratify future desires and necessities requires definite purpose and determination. Money as a means of procuring the necessaries and comforts of life is a great blessing, and to be careful of it is a duty incum- bent upon all. All who respond to this duty-call are the thrifty ones of the community. They make the best citizens, are law- abiding, and occupy positions of responsibility and trust in business and civic affairs. Therefore, thrift education is fast coming into its own, and today is receiving much consideration. 'One form of thrift educa- tion used extensively throughout the United States is the School Savings System, which, having first started in Belgium, spread through Europe and finally to the United States where today all of the large cities and many of the small towns have established it. On October 10, 1922, the Society for Savings of Hartford established its School Savings System, which has grown in less than five years to serve eighteen city and fifteen suburban schools. The present average of weekly deposits is about S4,000, and in- volves the handling of from eight to ten thousand individual deposits each week. 'Over Sl00,000 has been deposited yearly, and at the present time totals S555,429.23, which is sufficient to give a great many boys and girls a fairly good start in life. Over ten thousand students now possess a regular large bank account as a result of their early school day habits of thrift. A School Savings Department is not a paying proposition in terms of dollars and cents, unless considered in results over a period of many years, but as an investment in young manhood and womanhood, in helping them to better fortify themselves for the future through this service, it cannot be overestimated. The Society for Savings of Hartford 31 PRATT STREET Incorporated 1819 Resources over 554,000,000 ,r-7-vgr xi X l X Q TQ? Us Fluff fig sf 'X T ?' i, T 71 i i- k , qt ,, li-'.- Mg' I1 F -' hu . Af . l- N- -A . 'i xx Y, L vu. :.-: Q-'.. 9-FJ i ' Two fellows were walking clown Wilcox Street, and one of them asked, What are those two doing in that 'Chevie?' U The other answered, Thais not two in a car--that's a Co-ed collegef, Savoy: Is there an appendix in this book, Mr. Parks?', , Mr. Parks: Yes, if it hasn't been operated on yet. M. Hannum: Don,t forget to bring your cake for the Victory dancef, B. Wells: Do you want me to cook it or make it the way I usually d0?,' Miss Clark Qin English 4j: Bring in your Wooley as well as your Burns on Monday. Miss Wallace: My, it's cold in this roomf' Madelyn: Yes, it is. Let's go into the assembly hallf' D. W.: Oh, let,s go down to my house. The doctor told Win Macdonough that he needed glasses. Now Win is going to move to England so that he will have to buy only one glass. Teacher: Miss Buck, give me a sentence using 'the falls are'. Miss Buck: The falls are full of waterf' May: What sort of person lives the longest? Altbea: A millionaire relative! Sfannard: Why are you in here? Doris: 'Tm waiting for Mayf' Sfarmard: Well, youlve got a long wait. Itls only January. 1-gn.. ..n..4....n..n...A....n...n...n....n... -h-n-::-:l--n9r-lll-l!- Wethersfield Business Men's and Civic Association 1An organization of Wetbersheld Men devoted to the furtherance of the welfare and best interests of the community,- rightly proud of a record of achieve- ment and progress during its 20 years of existence- yet rededicating itself to the task, and pledging anew its co-operation in the best solution of present day civic and social problems. '33 '93 '33 HXWETHERSFIELD -- OLD IN YEARS, YOUNG IN SPIRIT Wednesday was shopping-day for Mrs. Jones. She dreaded the day but it had come. This morning, she had declined an invitation to go to the theater with Mrs. Brown. Mrs. Brown could do her shopping in an hour but Mrs. Jones had to hurry if she did her purchasing in an afternoon. That afternoon Mrs. Jones shopped in her usual wayg going from store to storeg up one street, down anotherg climbing up long flights of stairs and squirming down crowded aislesg until at four o'clock, she climbed into a street car, tired and discouraged. As luck would have it, the only vacant seat was shared by Mrs. Brown. Well, for goodness sake, Mrs. Jones, what have you been doing to your- self? exclaimed Mrs. Brown. Doing? replied Mrs. .Iones, Well, I like that. I'Ve been rushing all over town for this and that and I'm tired enough to drop! I suppose you went to the theater? Oh, yes, replied Mrs. Brown, The picture was wonderful. Why c0uldn't you go? How could I go and do all my shopping, too? asked Mrs. .Iones. But, I have as many bundles as you, and I found plenty of time to go to the show. Well, I can't, replied Mrs. Jones. Where and how do you do it? Why, I thought everyone knew. I always shop at Sage-Allen's. Why wear out shoe leather going from one place to another when I can get every- thing I want at one store? Really! exclaimed Mrs. Jones. I'll try your plan next Wednesday. 'I'm sure you will be satisfied, said Mrs. Brown. Here's my station- see you next Wednesday-shall we go to- the theater? Of course-and it's my treat, laughed Mrs. Jones.. I owe you some- thing for the 'tip. ' Pritchard: Miss Clark, that sun bothers my reading. Will you run up the shade? In Democracy class, during a discussion of budgets, John Sabonis read the budget he had prepared. Starznard: Are you going to eat on that? Voice from rear of room: No. We eat on the tablef' Teacher: Did you find any article in the Literary Digest that interested you, Taylor? Taylor: Yes. The Spice of Lifef' Mr. Anderson said that fourteen years ago he was twenty times as old as Jimmy Wilson is now. Now he is only a little over two times as old. Jimmy is looking forward to the time when he will be the same age as Mr. Anderson. Teacher, to Jope, after changing his seat for the fourth time: This is the last time I'll change you today. Winnie Pierson dropped a nut on the floor. I-Ie was reminded by Miss Clark that People are judged by the company they keepf' Mr. Andersmz, starting to play the piano at the close of assembly: Get ready to pass out. In assembly Cdiscussing time, place and manner of smoking.j Allen: Well, suppose we go up town after school and we smoke. Where does the rule end there? Mr. Moulfon: City line, Allen! Miss Leary, dictating sentences: The teacher used to scold us when our lessons were unpreparedf' E. Adams: Times haven't changed much. During a discussion of budgets, in Democracy class, it came to the notice of several members of the class that Miss Hartman had overlooked an important item-- Gas for Chevief, Werner: Hey, Charlie, why is the bumper on an automobile like a girl's rolled stocking?', Woodward: Foolish! How should I know? Werner: Well, they both offer a certain amount of protection without obstructing the view. f Garden, Flower, Field and Grass Seeds Certified Grimm Alfalfa Domestic Red Clover and Alsyke High Grade Lawn Grass Mixtures SEEDS We handle only high grade seeds suitable for Connecticut farms SEED POTATOES ENSILAGE CORN GARDEN AND POTATO FERTILIZERS SHEEP MANURE BONE MEAL GROUND LIMESTONE Comstock, Ferre 63 Co. ESTABLISHED 1820 TELEPHONE Valley 82 INCORPORATED 1853 HARTFORD DIVISION 263 MAIN STREET - WETHERSFIELD, CONN. 'T Y T T Mr. Parks: Is sodium lighter than water? Macdonouglax Sure. It floats. Lockwood: You're thinking of Ivory Soap. Miss Wfolcoif treading, in Englishj: Burns has been sleeping for many years-D Miss Clark fjust finding the placej: Oh, yes, under the fine printf, Teacher: Who lead the children of Israel into the Promised I.and?,' Sleepy Senior: Dan,l Boone. Notice to Democracy Class-Will the Limitation of Armaments have any affect on Naval Oranges? E. Burk: What,s Haroldis favorite song?,' jack: Precious.,' B.: Oh, this is so sudden!', An Irishman stopped before a grave above which was a tombstone declaring: Here lies a lawyer and an honest manf, ' An' who'd ever think, he murmured, there'd be room for two men in that one little gravef' Evolution of Matrimony You find a matfej And then get trimfmedj When she takes the monfej y. Man descended from monkey for their kinj But, it still takes a woman To make a monkey of a man Wfhenever she can! Abbreviations-From a Freshman Notebook: A. D. After Dark. B. C. Before Class. C. O. D. Call on Dad. f. o. b. full of bologna. r. i. p. Result of Incorrect Prescription. a. m. any Miss. p. m. a Particular Miss. M. D. Medicine Dropper, Money Dragger. H. R. H. Hot Rolls Here. If this book suits you Call yourself our debtor, If not- Give us something better! Start Every Day Right the Mattfurh mutant DAILY SUNDAY Lavalon Permanent Waue! The sensation of Paris, New York - - wherever fashion rules. Exactly what the public has long Wanted, it rivals a natural wave, or the most skillful marcelling. The Lavalon Permanent, executed by expert operators, may now be had at Schultz's New Salon. Prices for Permanents S15 and 520. Beauty Culture work of all kincls skillfully and pleasantly done. Swirl hair cutting by artists - and Finger Waving in one hour. Schultz, Inc. MASTERS FOR EIGHTEEN YEARS 983 MAIN ST. Tel. 3-1912 HARTFORD Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who ne'er to himself hath said: My idea of torture is-iwell, Is waiting for that dinner bell! fApologies to E. E. Halej Warl. D0n't You Wish You Knew- How old some of the Freshmen are? Where the '28 banner is going to be hidden? Who the angel of '27 is? How to flunk gracefully? When we are going to have another Operetta? What's going to be said about you in the class prophecy? Who we are? How to study? What teachers say at their meetings? What you got,' in the Intelligence Test? Why some of the boys go to Christian Endeavor on Sunday nights? Why some girls are at the Library every Monday night? Why some of the fellows raise mustaches? Can You Imagine- Althea Dixon without her giggle! Jessie Halliday flirting! Lois Hartman with her hair bobbed! Peggy Petticolas when she isn't going to Boston! Elizabeth Jensen when she isn't lending money to someone! Ruth Coughlin quiet! Helen Gadd not studying! Mac Stannard not arguing! Winnie Pierson bashful! Mardy Hope not whispering in History class! Doug Wilkinson acting his age! Chic Woodward taking a girl to a dance! Ruth Woodward with make-up on! Everett Barnes shaving! Jim Allen not passing exams! Bill McCue tall! Minor Wells tiny! Madelyn Taylor without a date for Wednesday night! Anna Helander not using ink-eradicator! Jack Bell without his slick-um! Eleanor Buck not hanging on someone's neck! Bill Carlton hurrying! Doris Maynard without her compact! Emily Thacher in a bad temper! Isabelle Wolcott not taking books home! Winnie MacDonough without a new girl! .L.L.L..L.l.A.i.i..L..LL.i.L.i. Progress in Paper Making. For several generations every sheet of paper was made by hand. The sheets varied somewhat in thickness, with a rough surface, as compared with the sort of paper needed for modern business correspondence. Modern papermaking equipment is fast, economical and capable of being controlled with scientific accuracy. Chemists and engineers co-operate with skilled workmen to make paper to definite high standards of quality. Paper is so common an article today that it is diflicult for us to realize that for thousands of years people were forced to live in a world where this present day necessity of printing and writing was unknown. Today, there are thousands of kinds of paper made for as many uses. Practically every motion in business depends upon a printed slip of paper. Let us show you how paper can help solve your problems. For instance this book was printed on Silkfold Semi-Dull Coated and is only one of the many kinds of paper we handle. Our close association with the largest and best paper mills of the country, backed by our years of merchan- dising experience enables us to be of real service to all users of papers. Henry Lindenmeyer 65' Sons ONE-EIGHTY-FIVE ANN STREET HARTFORD, coNN. New York City : Newark, N. J. .LJ Some Signs of the Times By Wad. Mr. Anderson is becoming an expert at jumping rope. We have often observed him practicing in front of the High School after three oiclock. Ta-Ta-Spring is here! We are very certain that some of our boys will be a success in this world if patience counts for anything. Just notice the care and patience they have shown in cultivating their Qalmostj mustaches. May we suggest that a parking space be added to the school grounds. This would be a great convenience to some of our feminine chauffeurs falso the members of '27 will probably appreciate a place for their cars, when they return to the little red schoolhousenj. The Class of '27 extends their hearty good wishes for the success of the Beanery. We believe that the corner in the Senior-Junior cloak room, where hangs the one and only mirror, compares favorably with No Man's Land. Our advice to the Faculty--most humbly offered-is this: If you can't Hnd some of the new Freshmen-look under the ink-well. FOR SALE-One Holstein cowg also Ford car. Buy now and be sure of fresh butter and milk. Well, anyway, we know now what kind of fur Miss Leary likes. And, may I add, that I like Fox', too! News Items-At the annual entertainment given by the Q1-j Club, Miss Hanscom and Miss Farris sang a duet. The song was An' the little ol' Ford rambled right along. C. Taylor freciting in Historyj: At the outbreak of the Civil War, he wore a Union-suit. Carlton thinks he's the fastest man in the world. How come? He's a drummer and beats time. You carft fool Jim Allen. Why just the other day he chased a tire salesman out of the yard for trying to sell him Balloon Tires. No, sir,', said Jim, You can't tell me that a Balloon needs tires. As long as some people continue to regard their face as their fortune the Poor-house business is safe. i A Senior stood on the railroad track, The Train was running fast, The train got off the railroad track And let the Senior pass! Selected. V The Mohen 63 Amidon Sales Corp. 368 Main Street Hartford, Connecticut THE BEST IN USED CARS The House of 24 Hour Service Y-W -f --'----A- , 1 X 3 X i 'Q-1 f K in .1-I J, We I Q i Mlm ,W-IL ,,,, IW N 'rl' V 4 . A it 1 it 4 1 E Q I f wi ' 11. f' r' ' V' f xflr 1 'f ff X1 4, -. N-'-i ,. ,f f X VI' N. N --A---.., , r ,,' r- md- X77 V., ,Y Sales and Service HUPMOBILE HUDSON ESSEX Service Station Open Day and Night 3 Service Cars Hi E i ? + ir + + 4 ? f f 5 i i 1' i ? ? T ? 5 ? 2 E i 'l i ' 'l l c,,,W,,,,l + 4'1F 1f'+ Q 7'W'iF'W F ? T F T W '+ 'Y W ' 6 A Few Hits Blame It On the Waltz .......,........,..........,.,,..,... I Wonder How I Look When Ilm Asleep ...e.. Sometime .............,,..,.....,.,............,.,..,..,..,.,. Sleepy Head .......,...........,.......,.,..,............... Here Comes Fatima ,,........,..,.,.,................. Crazy Words ,............,.,.........,,,..,.........,...,.,.. There's Something Nice About Everyone .....,. Put Your Arms Where They Belong ............. Too Tired .....,.,..,......,........,..,....,.,........,..,..,,..... I Wonder Where My Sweetie Is Tonight ..,,.... My Man ............,.....,,,......,.,.........,..,...,....,.... Stumbling All Around ..,.... ..,...,.....,,...... How I,Love My Darling .,..., Remember .,.......,.,.,.,,.....,.,.....,,.. , Birth of the Blues .,......,,,........... ....,.., Cock-a-doodle, I'm Off My Noodle ...., ......,.Ruth Coughlin Jope Hartman ..........Bill Carlton ,...,.,Peggy Peticolas Helen Little Wells Carter .......Bill Carlton Jones Taylor Little Ashton Maynard School Orchestra ...... Duke Savoy Sunny .....,..,...,..,..............,..,...,.,,..,.,.,, ........ E v. Barnes Swing Low, Sweet Chariot ...,........, ..... .....,..... S c hool Bus I Love the College Girls fand Boysj ......... ...,..,. P eggy Peticolas It Won't Be Long Now ..,........,.........,.......................,............ Last Quarter Memory Lane ..,.....,............,..............,.,......,,....,....,.....,..,........ Via the Office It Made You Happy When You Made Me Cry ..,, Dedicated to The Strapv I've Got the Girl ......... - ....,.,.....,.................,,,...........,,...,.....,. Mac Stannarcl I'm Lonesome Without You .,,,..... ...,,...,............,............,., D oris Stryker XVhere'd You Get Those Eyes ...... ..,.... A . Dixon-after skating party The smallest man in the world is the Roman soldier who slept on his watch. Selecierl. Mr. Parks: I'm almost certain I've run across your face some- wheref, Bell: No sir, it's always been like thisf, Dick Whalen to Arline Pierson, at the basketball dance: May I borrow your frame for the next wrestle? Booth: How do you spell mule?,' Maynard: M-L-E. Booth: Didn't you forget something? Maynard: Oh yes, I forgot to put 'U' in. fa If eyes are the windows of the soulv then glasses must be the storm-doors. A. W. HANMER Dealer in Groceries, Feed and General Merchandise Telephone Valley 237 DONT PAY EOR ASHESl 4' CE'A T3TUl2NSl Fire and Tornado Po 511 9 9, ,fisjfig Insurance slit I Yin K E Com Kopp v . with V u 0 f 1 IW? Reliable Companies x x if A A 5 1 QWL. Every lump of coal we sell's a jewel, You will find it is the best of fuel. E, R. Yfziu get What You PHY for when YOU 99 Hartford Avenue or er our CO3 l Wethersfielcl, Conn. Order Your Winter Coal Now at Spring Prices TUNNEL COAL CQ. Phone Zf2136 PHONE VALLEY 204 DO NOT BUY A WATCH Unless you know the party selling is a mechanic himself, being able to take care of same later on. A very reliable place is P. O. POSTMA -- ARCADE 2 YEARS FREE SERVICE WITH ANY NEW WATCH SOLD. Corner Main Street 36 Pearl Street -upri- United States Security Trust Building -1-'wr Elm Library How Music Developed .,,...,.,................................, ....., The Last Hope .........,......,..,.,.....,..,..........,, ,..... . , The Fat of the Land .....,.,.,..,..... .....,.... Famous Gems of Literature ,... ., .W. H. S. Glee Club ,.......EXams in June .....,..The 'tBeanery', ...,..,,.....English Themes '27 The Age of Innocence .,...,.,. ..........,,........... F reshman Class A Comedy of Errors ...,....... ..,.,... S enior English Recitations How to Play Basketball ......,... ..........,...,..,...... C apt. Barnes Lessons in Vocal Music ........ ,.......... D ot Carter Deliverance ...,........,.,.,....................... ...,...,.. G raduation The Plastic Age ..,.,,,,....,.....,..,..,......., .,.. .,,. .,...... F r e shman Year What the Well Dressed Man Will Wear .,..i...,....... ......,,.,..,..,,.. J . Bell Freshman Mottoes Fear nothing Run never Enter where Sophomores fear to tread Sky is the limit Heaven is our headquarters Many and mighty E Pluribus Unum Never say die! I Wonder- Can a man cross the bridge of his nose? Can he shingle the roof of his mouth? When he needs a new hat- Can he wear his knee-cap? Does he have a key to the locks of his hair? Can he cut his eye-lashes with a shoulder blade? When the pupils are bad and need reprimand- Does he Whip them with the palms in his hands? Did he use a hammer to put The nails in his fingers? Does the crown in his head Make him King? I wonderi -k..i----ln..L..d-.--h..dn--l--4----h..nlL-4l-- By Wad, '27. V+- --h..d--liiln-.nln.nb OUR ETCHINGS MAKE GOOD lMPRESSl0NS QRD ENGRAV 'gi-f 1 - 'Ne C T Ag- ,LQ J J I 0' I-gnu rr Q a l 71 1l F'? l i l F W l F 'Y Q l I i l-' -gr-u'r'q,--qv-vgr-gr What is your Life Work to be? President Coolidge says: He who sells an il7SIl1 Cll7CC' policy sells a rcrfijizcafc' of Cloawzcicr, an fvidmzcc' of good citizenship, vm zmilnpeachablcf title to the riglozf of self-go1Jc'1'11111c'11t. The need for insurance is as old as it is universal and more urgent in hard times than in prosperous periods. The life insurance agent is his own master, controlling his own time, earning in exact proportion to his success- ful effort, and finding no limit to the new applications of insurance to needs. The economic human value is now scarcely more than one-seventh protected. It is the aim and ambition of every energetic young man and woman to build an estate. Life insurance is the only way by means of which an estate may be cre- ated immediately and saved gradually. It may be purchased on the installment plan with a guarantee that installments will terminate with the death of the pur- chaser. Life insurance is organized unselfishness in mu- tual action for mutual benefit. 1 Let me tell you more about this great business, and especially concerning the POLICYHOLDERS' COMPANY. The Divizfclzd-Payizzg Compfmy of A1n01'ica THE NORTHWESTERN MUTUAL LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY Of Milwaukee, Wisconsin Local Representatives HENRY S. GRISWOLD Sl ASSOCIATES Albert C. Griswold Myron S. Griswold Dudley B. Wells Y, . ., -. , Zluninr Migh MAKING A HOUSE First of all I draw the smoke Trailing up the sky, Then the chimney underneath And birds flying by. Then the house, And every window watching like an eye, But I love the smoke the best And you don't know why, For it goes like little feathers Trailing up the sky. -Cuflncrine Mancini, VIII C. HEAVEN HELPS THEM WHO HELP THEMSELVES When Mr. and Mrs. Peter Braggs went for a ride they always took their Rolls-Royce, with a chauffeur to drive and another colored gentle- man to open their car door. When Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Crooks and their family of nine children went for a ride they took nothing but themselves and dog. Now their dog served a very valuable purpose, for he was the only horn their auto had. When they went around a curve he made a noise like a freight train pulling a load of heavy cars or a machine shop working overtime on a hurry-up job. This Sunday as Mr. Braggs and his wife were enjoying their after- noon drive in the country, they overtook Mr. Crooks and family changing Sl tire, and of course Mr. and Mrs. Peter Braggs of New York and Palm Beach had a very good laugh over it all. Mr. Braggs for rather his carj had progressed about ten miles when bang! a puncture on one of the rear wheels. The chauffeur stopped the car and bangl, a blowout in the other tire. The driver got out and opened Mr. Braggs' door and asked for orders. Put on the two sparesf, commanded Mr. Braggs. Say, whatcha think I am, a repairman? I just had my nails mani- cured, replied the driver. So Mr. Braggs informed him to look for an- other job. And the driver walked off hand in hand with the colored gentleman who opened Mr. Braggs' car doors. 'l' 4 I 1 CO1lDCCtiCUt,S f E Greatest Newpaper in 4 3 Ghz Ljartfnrh 'dlimw + ' Q 1' 1 1 4 + + f I 1 Today's News f f Today + f + f 41 -7'1 l 'lf l 'O l l I l 'F'iI 'W I '1 The chug-chug of a motor told Mr. Braggs of the approach of an- other auto. Mr. Braggs looked out the car window and there was Mister Crooks on the driver's seat going by with head high in the air. As the car passed by, its radiator going dripgdrip-drip, Mr. Peter Braggs of New York and Palm Beach overhead Mr. Crooks help themselves. say, Heaven helps them who -Earl IiUbCl'S0lI, VIII B. ' JUST IN TIME On a bright sunny day in August t he train came puffing into the station. A young girl about sixteen years old alighted, carrying two suitcases. She was a pretty girl with light curly hair, becomingly dressed. She walked through the town to the dock where she was to take the steamer across the lake. What a pretty little town, she thought. I wonder if the other side of the lake is as pretty as this? Finally the steamer pulled away from near the rail an attractive young boy came seventeen years oldg he had dark hair and tracted Betty just as a good-sized mouse Thinking this would be as good a place as spoke: 'lIsn't this a beautiful lake? Yes, replied the boy who introduced until you see the other side. Are you not the girls' camp? Yes, but how did you know my name Betty. the dock. Wluile Betty stood up beside her. He was about a graceful manner which at- attracts a lively hungry cat. any to become acquainted, she himself as Bob, but just wait Betty Nelson, who is to join and where I am going?', asked 'KOh! the girls over to the camp told me you were coming. You see I live near the camp. Just then the steamer touched the dock. I hope I shall have the pleasure of see I think you will, replied Betty. ing you again, said Bob. Betty alighted from the boat to meet the girls who were waiting for her. After exchanging greetings she was shown to her cabin. It was a small log cabin furnished in yellow and wicker furniture. , Oh, how lovely, exclaimed Betty, color. I-Iow I wish I could stay here all su and furnished in my favorite mmerf, It was Saturday afternoon and there was to be a farewell party that night for .the girls who were to go home the next day. They had just finished decorating the boat house and were sitting on the porch talking. Inside the boat house was a large room gaily decorated with Japanese lanterns and crepe paper. Millbrook Dairy. The Millbrook Dairy, at 252 Church Street, is a well- known Wetliersheld business. Our dairy is proud of its record, for during its many years of serving Wethers- field with pure milk, no disease or sickness has been caused by Millbrook Dairy milk. The dairy supplies two grades of milk: Grade A Guernsey for family use, and Ayrshire Nursery Milk. Mr. Smith has supplied all the Wethersheld schools with half-pint bottles of milk for two years, and one only needs to look at the happy, healthy children of Wethers- field to realize how necessary milk is for growing children. Doctors for many years have realized that milk, and plenty of it, is absolutely essential and of the greatest importance for bone and muscle building. It also helps to develop the mind. When one considers how import- ant milk is, why not have the best? Millbrook Dairy milk is the best. The dairy buys the milk from four of the best dairies in the town, and all of this milk is pro- duced under the cleanest and most sanitary conditions. The cows are tuberculin tested. Conditions could not be better for supplying the purest and richest milk and cream. Patronize WethersHeld's industries and buy your milk, cream and butter from Millbrook Dairy. Call Valley 3913 we make special deliveries. Back up the slogan- WethersHeld Milk for Wethersheld People? C. P. Smith, Prop. 252 Church Street Wethersheld, Conn. The month has passed terribly fast hasnit it? said Betty. Too quickly for me,', answered Peggy. Wasn't that a terrible fire last night? said Helen. I wonder how it started, do you know, Ruth? I saw you standing near the owner of the house and the sherifff, Oh! they thought it was set by some firebug, but I think it was caused by some careless person throwing matches around or something of that sort? Betty, did you see that queer old man around here today? asked Peggy. Yes, I saw him, but let's not talk about it. Let's go down to my cabin and make some fudge for the party tonight. Is Bob coming tonight, Betty? asked Ruth. I suppose sof' It was time for the party and Betty started to the boat house. As she walked along she thought she saw the slinking figure of the old man whom she had seen earlier in the day, but not being sure she decided to say nothing. Having a headache Betty left the party rather early, and went down to her cabin and jumped into bed. I hope no one will dis- turb mef, she said to herself. Maybe I can sleep this headache off. Back at the party Bob had grown restless, because he had seen the old man as he was walking over, and being of a suspicious nature he de- cided to look around. Meanwhile the old man had watched every one go up to the boat house, he thought. Now,s my chance. It sure will be a pretty sight. Whar's that kerosene? I guess I'll start on this side so they can't see me until I get ready' to have them. Then me for the hills to watch the funf' Bob being satisfied with his investigations went back to the boat house. After dancing for a while he went out on the porch with one of the other boys to get some fresh air and the fudge. They started back into the boat house when a breeze brought a queer smell to Bob. What do I smell? Do you smell something queer, Tom? asked Bob. How do I know what you smell? I don't smell anything queer around here unless it's the fudge the girls made. Come on in. Look! cried Bob, one of the cabins is on ire! Your yell scared me more than the fire doesf' retorted Tom as he regained his composure. But Bob was running toward the burning cabin and did not hear him. Bob's cry had brought the rest out on the porch. It's Betty's cabin. Get her out quick!', cried onef of the girls. Phones Valley 836 - 837 -h.l---4--JP f4--4l----In..i- -kli- SUMMER? is only a few weeks ahead, and many are already planning their vacation trips. Convenient Travel Funds play a large part in making a trip enjoyable. For short tours anywhere Travelers, Cheques have been found the best and safest way to carry money. On tours to foreign countries or on long trips in our country the Letter of Credit or a Letter of Credit and Travelers Cheques combined meets every dernancl. Hartford National Bank SL Trust Co. Corner Main and Pearl Streets f Hartford, Conn. S Satriano SL Sons KAUFMANS Wefhmfezda Leading Mafkew Luggage and Umbrellas 675 Wolcott Hill Road l Traveling Equipment Meats, Groceries, Fish, Etc, 3 Deliveries Daily 579 Main Street 'I' '+ 'F'T T + 'Y ? W 1F W '1 ? W 'T ? T ? ? ? ?' Q HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT By this time Bob was down to the cabin with Tom at his heels. The words, There he goes! Get himf' fell upon Tom's ear. He turned around and there creeping off in the shadows was the figure of a man. Tom with some of the other boys started out after him. Meanwhile Bob was trying to Hnd Betty in the cabin. Finally he stumbled upon the bed. Betty was still sleeping. Bob shook her and finally she awoke. W-hat's the matter? Why all this smoke? Oh! my head, how it aches! and with these words she fainted. Bob picked her up in his arms and carried her to what he thought was the door. He stumbled over a chair which he had not seen through the blinding smoke and fell. He tried to shout for help but the words stuck in his throat and he could not make himself heard above the roar of the flames. He thought he was doomed. Suddenly he felt a draft and taking hold of Betty he dragged himself and Betty toward it. The idea of escape had strengthened him. It seemed an age before he reached the other side of the cabin. When he had hurriedly entered the room he had left the door open, but in the excitement it had been closed. He kicked on the door but it would not move. He tried to make himself heard but he could not. The top of the door was in flames and after Bob had kicked, and kicked, and kicked, it finally gave way and fell out. He grabbed Betty again and dragged her toward the door. He just got out- side when with a crash the roof caved in. Here they are! Here they are, he heard. He rolled over and mumbled: Just in time. -Phyllis Hardy, ,31. MISSISSIPPI FLOOD Slowly rising, higher, higher, With its never ending flow, On it came and came a-roaring, Restless waters on they go. Life is like these restless waters Rushing here and hurrying there, Trying to keep pace with others, Challenging everything with I dare.' But after all, what can be done? Life-like these floods-still goes on. The only difference between the two, Floods destroy, and life lives on. -Charlotte Barnes, '31. -h..i--!ln...i.4l---in..i---l----Li-A-h..d--- HARTFORD ACADEMY of HAIRDRESSINCJ TRAINS GIRLS FOR FASCINATING WORK AS 0 mg Q3 Beauticians BEGINNERS in marcelling on transformations shown above. This is the start of a very thorough theoretical and practical training in Beauty Culture, which covers every phase of the science includingi Haircutting, Permanent Waving and lvlarcclling, lvlanicuring, Facials, Shampooing, Scalp Treatments, etc. This local institution has become, by reason of its thoroughness, one of the leading women's training schools in the United States. Uybrzforaijcademy HAIRDRESSING 983 MAIN sr. HARTFORD The School with a National Reputation A STORM AND WHAT IT DID Hello, Peggy, let,s go for a ride. It's a perfect day. Sure, Lil, just a minute and I'1l drive the car around. A few minutes later Peggy Holbrook drove around to the front of the Holbrook mansion in a small blue roadster. Lil Madison, her nearest chum, jumped into the car with her and away they sped. Peggy was the daughter of a prosperous banker. She was a small, dark-haired girl with sparkling blue eyes. Her chum, Lillian Madison, was a blonde with large blue eyes and a more wistful expression than that of her daring companion. They were dressed in dark suits and made a pretty picture speeding along in Peggy's car with their bobbed hair flying and eyes sparkling. Where shall we go today, Peggy? Let's run out to Lackawanna and see my aunt. It won't be very exciting but it,s a long drive and the scenery is wonderful, answered her companion. Suits me, agreed Lil. They drove along in silence for a while, enjoying the trees, hills and mountains. Only five more miles, spoke up Peggy about an hour later. '1It will seem good to get out, although I do love riding. Are you tired? Well, I am rather stiff, admitted Lil. Shall we stop and rest a while? No, it will only delay us and I want to get home early tonightf' In a short while they reached Lackawanna. It was a very small town containing only one store in which the whole town,s trade was carried on. The post office was in the same building. It was on the large veranda of this place that the townspeople sat and talked over every- thing in general. Peggy saw her aunt sitting there with the other women, knitting. As the girls neared the place, some of the children ran out to meet them for they knew the girls because of frequent visits from them. They greeted everyone and sat down to a cool drink, for they were thirsty after their journey. ' What's the news, aunty? asked Peggy, for everyone seemed to be talking at once. 'tOh, you couldn't imagine anything more dreadful. Some one has stolen twenty thousand dollars from Morgan's. Mr. Morgan had intend- ed to take it to the city this morning, but when he looked in the safe it was not there. There is two thousand dollars reward, and Mr. Morgan has men searching everywhere. Like as not we,ll never hear of it again. Well, of all things, gasped the girls. They had never heard of anything exciting happening in this little town before. This town surely is waking up, mused Lil. Little too much for me, grumbled one of the men. The afternoon sped away swiftly and it was dark before they real- ized it. D. COUGHLIN Roofing Contractor 294 Huyshope Avenue Hartford, Conn. QDgi1en Portraits nf Opriginalitg Spcrial rates tn Siuhcnm Qlnpiw - Zliramea - Haintinga HH Brat! Street iiartfnrh, Qlnnn. Zrlelzphnue 2-SMH Compliments of Wethersfield Pharmacy MAURICE FREED, Registered Pharmacist Cur Fountain Service is Great I. Dorfman T. F. Mannix J. A. Calano President Vice-Pres. 6? Trcas. Sec'y 6? Asst. Treas Elie Glrinitg Svtatinnerg Mnmpang Stationery - Engraving - Printing SCHOOL SUPPLIES Also Headquarters for Party Novelties and Favors 253 ASYLUM STREET Telephone 2-3842 HARTFORD, CONN Why Lil! It's seven oiclock. We'll never be home by eight now, Peggy stated. They bade a hasty farewell to everyone and started off again. They had not gone more than two miles before it started to pour. They were on the outskirts of Lackawanna and there were only a few houses scattered here and there. Bang! Lil looked at Peggy in discouragement and Peggy returned the glance. They both knew what that noise meant. A flat tire! Peggy gazed at her companion for a few seconds with amazement and then jumped out of the car. Well, it surely will be a job to change a tire in this downpour, but I think we can manage somehow, she said at length. I'l1 help all I can, offered Lil and she jumped out after Peggy. Oh, Lil! I lent my spare tire to Tom this morning. What shall we do? If we only had started earlier. Oh, dear! sobbed Lil. It's of no use to stand out here and cry over it I suppose. Let's get into the car. It will be a little drier. They hopped in the car, which was not very protecting, and sat shivering in their thin, spring suits. For a short time they stared ahead into the darkness, thinking of the miserable day it had turned out to be. Neither of them was in the best of humor for they felt uncomfortable in their wet clothes. 'Tm not going to stay in this car another minutef, and Peggy im- patiently jumped out of the car into the stormy night. She gazed around for a minute and spoke to her chum. Let,s go up to that old house in the distancef, and she pointed to a dim outline of a house. It doesn't look very comfortable, but it will be better than staying heref' Lil shuttered at the thought of going into the dreary-looking house, but was finally persuaded to go. Hand in hand they ran toward the house whch was set back in a small side road by itself. Peggy opened the door amid many creaks and squeaks. It was so dark that the girls had to feel their way through the hall. They reached what might be called a kitchen. Oh, Peggy, what is that yellow thing up there? questioned Lil. It looks something like a candle, and she held her tiny flashlight which she had carried with her, up to a shelf. Peggy reached up, and sure enough, it proved to be a small yellow candle. A Now for some matches, whispered Peggy. After a time they found some matches and lit the candle. The room they were in was scantily furnished with a few chairs and a small stove. Peggy tried to light the fire, but the wood was damp and it was useless to try. We might as well try to rest in these chairs, although it will be un- comfortable, and Lil fell exhausted into a chair. Try as they would, the girls could not even rest, for they felt uncom- fortable in this strange, old house with the rain beating a tat-too on the igfiox Sv. CO.InC '3 G:'QS E ' mg' ra , . if 552 .14 REITS it ig' 9,51 an 'W eq , H mm? uk Hanford H uh an Conn ax Rl! '52 a iling: H J ag Eg g' 14 .' B .u ,W 1 xii? - sf4-'-'-H'-fL:?.E.x.,-5,,..lf Conneetieufs Leading Department Store DEPENDABLE FOR EIGHTY YEARS THE BURN LINDEN FLORIST MASON'S Flowers for All Occasions G. W. DeFlong, Prop. W. C. Mason Co., Inc. 431 Main Street 726 Main St. - Hartford HARTFORD, CONN. roof and making it seem weird and spooky. Looking toward a shelf in the pantry, Peggy saw a can which must have been opened recently for it did not look old. Maybe someone has occupied this house lately and has left some food. I think 1,11 look around. I'm starved. So am I, put in Lil, and they both started to hunt. Here's a box that may have something in it, said Lil as she lifted off the cover of a box which was hidden in a crack in the wall. 'QOh, Peggy! Look what I,ve found! The stocks and bonds! I-Ier companion gasped in surprise. Before they had recovered from the shock, they heard footsteps down cellar. Lil would have fainred on the spot if Peggy had not whispered. Don't you dare say a word or it will spoil everything. She snatched the box and tip-toed toward the door, Lil following meekly. They crept softly out and ran as fast as they could down the muddy road until they reached the nearest house, which was a good ways off. They were so exhausted that they could scarcely stand up, when they reached che house. Peggy broke the news to the astonished people. The men of the house started a searching party for the man, but they did not get him, as he must have left the house as soon as he heard che girls leaving. It was late in the morning when Lil and Peggy awoke. Wasn't it exciting, Lil?', questioned Peggy, her eyes sparkling as she recalled the previous night's adventure. Wouldn't you love to do it again? Yes, it was exciting, but I wouldn't want to do it again, answered timid Lil. Anyhow, that reward will come in handy. -Anne Hope, '5 I. TONY One day Tony Cabbage Came to school in new array, The latest things in Paris styles These duds for which he'd paid. A nice new suit and handkerchief An Easter egg and hat, That made us all gasp, and say What's happened to your spats? And as he stalked into the room He grinned from ear to ear, That made us girls all laugh and say Isn't he the dear? -jane Wells, VIII A. 'T'T ? T'T' BEST WISHES from The junior Class SUCCESS! to the Class of '27 om the Class of ,ZQ Compliments of the Class of '30 T'T' THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG I. During the dark days of the Civil Warg Lee had decided to strike at the core Of Union power,-the powerful North- So leading his army Lee set forth. II. Within four miles of Harrisburg They camped in the village of Gettysburg, The North was commanded by General Meade Who reinforced his army with energetic speed. IIL Plearer and nearer the arnnes crept Until, early one morning, while all the world slept The opposing armies stood face to face, Each in their own particular place. ' IV. On July first the battle started And three days passed before they parted. For two days the southern side was conquering And the Northern batteries still defending. V. But on the third day Lee ordered a grand advance Which gave Pickett's men a chance To show their valor and lion-like courage. And then the battle did Hercely rage. VI. The Union army shot fire and lead And Pickett's men died in pools of blood red. On and on they came-the thinning ranks- As they climbed up and over the steep banks. VH. The remaining few then reached the top But could not go on-they had to stop. And those were soon driven back to their post The shattered remains of a once proud host. -Albt'rfBuskerv1lle VIII A Charlotte: What does chicory mean, Miss Hanscom? Miss Har1st'0m: I've heard that one. What did you want me to say? Cbarloife: Oh, I just wanted to see if you knew. The Football Game on Your Lawn Your newly planted front lawn, today bare of vegetation and plant life, is the seat of as exciting a conflict as was ever staged on any college gridiron. The contestants are old enemies and you, as a spectator, just as rabid a partisan as the grad of twenty years since. When you finally straighten up from the exacting task of sowing your grass seed the struggle starts. Like a football team at the kickoff, the hungry weeds swarm upon the tiny seedlings you have planted, attempting to overwhelm them and prevent their further advance. Let us assume that the different grasses in your seed are individuals on a smooth working eleven. Timothy, Rye Grass and White Clover are the linesmen. fast and forceful, repelling the opposing line and opening a hold for their backfield. Their part in the work is to make a vigorous and fast growth, making room for the finer grasses by choking out obnoxious weed growth. Following shortly comes the secondary offense, Blue Grass and Rep Top who are heavier and stronger in their growth, making the grass which is to be the body of the lawn. The real ball-carriers, Woods Meadow Grass and Fescue, the former selected for its ability to thrive in wet and shady places, the lat- ter for its firm growth in dry, hot weather, are the grandstand players of the team. Dogstail, the defensive back, furnishes the brilliance and color of the team. Perfect teamplay in lawn grass is just as essential as in foot- ball. If one ingredient fails, the success of the whole is seriously endangered. .lust as the best and most skillful players in a great University are chosen for the team, so are the finest grasses chosen for a well-balanced mixture of lawn grass seed. .ll- We hope you like our new Lawn Grass Brand, the Elm Tree. It stands for strength and integrity, a true symbol of New Eng- land charac- ter. That is why we chose the Wethers- + THE GHAS. G. HART SEED GU. - WSFJEZQLTETTEESNN. W E T H E R S F I E L D J U N I O R H I G H JOKE DEPARTMENT ilful little Lorna Teacl1er's helping handg legant Arline Anderson Who shines o'er all the landg easing big-boy Tony, Mascot of our class, appy-go-lucky Jonesy, Our demure little lass, xperienced Laura, the traveler, She will our artist be, ed-hot Eleanor Hyer, A banjo player is she. illy Vera Coates, Makes our class laugh in gleeg or the way she gets away with it Holds all of our envy. ntelligent Billy Warner, A high honor student is he, ileen Mannix, our red-head, A good-natured one is sheg ittle Catherine Lassen, Defines words just right, on't ever rely on Weaver, For he's always in a fight, ane Wells, a representative, To Council Meetings she goes, nderstand that Director Murray Walks softly on her toesg ow we have a friend, Tony he is by name, ntelligent questions he thinks he asks, But they,re foolish just the same, h, yes! we know Anna Wells, An orator is she. obert White, a freckle-faced lad, Can smile from sea to sea. ot-headed young Jo Sessa, Who brings books home every night, ndustrious' though she seems Doesn't always get history right. ood children all the year, We've been, one and all, igh School will not be to us, Such a terrible fall. -Fern Wolf, ,BI -+4-4--L.L.i-4--ki.i--k.i.i -+--b-+.i.i- l S. Pinvik i A. W hlte Ladigg,--TAILOR-Meng' y Full line of Fancy Groceries, ' Provisions, Fruit and We cleanllsdye, and repair Vegetables. everyt ing you wear. y Feed and Grain Fancy 'WOTIC a Specialty i Deliveries twice daily to any section of town Wethersaeld 283 Hartford Ave. Valley 72 . ,, ,, A r We , - cu, , Compliments of W Compliments of DR. E. G. FOX A. W. HOWARD, M. D. I FINE QUALITY REPA'R'NGl We Appreciate Your Patronage BCSTQN and are Anxious to Serve you well SHOE REPAIRING CQ. I PAUL SESSA, Prop. MARKET Special Shoes made for i KE L P Crippled, Maimed or Deformed EUGENE F' L Y' ROP' people. 285 Main Street - Wethersfield 189 MAIN ST' WETHERSFIELD l Harry Jope Telephone 3-4079 Q M. Hope SHEET METAL UUNTHACTUH ' SheetMetalWOrk, Roofing 174 Broad St., Wethersfielcl General lobbing VALLEY 443 24 McMullen Ave. Hartford Sfudent: Who's the good looking new girl? Friend: - Lynch Cbum Lynch Cham I u Get in Town. That's the new teacher, Miss Hanscom. Do you pass before class closes? No, do you?,' Sure. Oh, I see. You are shooting right ahead of the class. ss Miss Farris fin Civic-Science classj: Don't you think we have a good board of health in WethersHeld?,' Earl: Nog they never come to my house. Miss Leacla: What is Fort Sumter? Fern Wolf: It's a battlefield. Miss Farris in Science class : Small ox vaccine comes from the . N . P cow and the diphtheria :Intl-tOX1I1 from the horse. Karl: Does chicken- ox anti-toxin comes from chickens? P -A -Miss Farris fasking a questionj: Did the people of olden times have any Hre to cook with? . UNO as Bob Wlaite. . Miss Farris: What did they use? Bob White: They had to build a fire. C. jones freadingj: Dropping the gun quickly, I climbed in a treef' B. Wa1'11e:' Cin an undertonej: She would look pretty in a tree. Something like a monkey. Mr. Amlersonz Becher, is that your marble? Becker: Yes, but it isn't nowf, Junior High Authors Little Women -Anne Hope, Catherine Lassen. The Shiek -Johnny Cope. u Peck's Bad Boy -Earl Rolerson. Reckless Lady -Jane Welles. u zz me u ze Q: is Regular Tomboyn--Anna Welles. Really Romantic Age -Charlotte Barnes. Arabian Nights -Eleanor Hyer. Ask Me Another -Florence Murray. Gulliver's Travelsv-Laura Clapp. Little Menu--Teddy Stenstrom, John Horan. Smiles -Bob White. -Arline Anderson, 8B. Why do postmen wear uniforms? All along their routes people are watefaing to see tbeni, wanting to reeog- nize them, anxious to admit them. Are you taking aiivantage of people's interest in their mail to promote your business? No woman ever parts the window-curtains and coldly motions to the letter-carrier to go away. His ring is never answered by a housewife who opens the front door just a crack and calls through: We don't need any mail, thank you. Canvassers and salesmen often have to struggle to get one foot across the threshold. But whoever sees the post- man's uniform throws open the door and hurries out to get what he has brought. .- Are you profiting by the hearty welcome the postman receives? Are you using him to take printed messages about your business to the homes where he is known and welcomed? The printing that the mail-man brings is sure to be seen and noticed. And the question of how carefully it will be read is largely answered if it is interestingly written, attrac- tively illustrated, and printed on good paper. Further, these folders, booklets, and pamphlets largely determine what husband and wife will buy and where it will be bought. Actual purchases usually take place in some merchant's store. But the decision to buy a thing is really made before the shopper has left his home. There is a point in the development of every sale where well-printed literature on the subject is eagerly scanned. Peo- ple do not think of such printing as advertising. It is simply the convenient vehicle through which needed information can be obtained at the time it is most needed. . If you want more people to buy what you have to sell, use your printer to tell more people about your business. Just as satisfied customers make a business great, so con- tact by good printing keeps old customers buying and starts new ones thinking about the things you sell. imzrronn THE 'TixyL0Q2GREEN'5'UGl+ C0, connecticut - , LECTURES 1. How to Behave in Class .,......,...,.......... 2. How to Laugh .....,...............,.,.,.......... 3. How to Conduct a Singing School .,.... 4. How to be Bright .....,....,..,...,......,...... 5. How to Grow ...,..........,..,.,.. 6. How to Curl Your Hair ...,., 7. How to Walk Gracefully ....,...,. 8. How to Get to School Early ..... .. 9. How to Get Rid of Ereckles ...... 10. How to Sing .,..............,...,.., 11. We Small People ....,.... .... 12. How to Raise Chickens ...,......, ...,.,... ,......Tony Buckavich .Charlotte Barnes ,.....,,.Earl Rolerson ....,Charles Haaser .......,..Josephine Sessa Katherine Willard ...,,..Arline Anderson Edwin Bergendahl .,,......,..Bob White . ..,. Eleanor Hyer Frances Griswold .Catherine Lassen Boy: Did you break that window? Friend: No! Th e ball did? n A. Bzzskerz'il1f': What is chicory? C. Lassen: IES a place where they hatch chiekensf, We have our- Midgcts .. Freckles .,...,... Red-Head ......... Twin Terrors ...... Curly-Head .,.,.. SEVENTH GRADE Irrepressible One ,....,.. Queen ...........,,.... Chronic Grin ...... Book-Worm ,. ,.,. Talker ......,.,.,. Edmon d, Russell, Robert George Burns ,..,..,. Billy Fearn Bechcr 86 Rommel Dorothy Brunsell .........,...Carol Lynch ee Tom-Boys .....,...,.,......,,...........,.,..,....,..... ....,..,,.....,.,Victoria Tommy Sullivan ,....Arthur Enquist ......Phillip Randall Hughes 85 Hughes f..G-,REX ' NN XXM I- ggi-iz, JL K Q .53 Q g lx , 5 f . ,. f ,3 S 'E N '1 ' .-.126 NNECYVLLUT. -qvmxxln Butngraplw