Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 110 of the 1928 volume:

J Qfyfrcers of the Class of IQ28 P7'6.S'f6l167lf . Vice-President Secretary . Treaszwev' . BURTON WOOLLEY . MILDRED HANNUM THELMA MACLACHLAN FREDERICK PRITCHARD 'I 'W W l l 1 '1 Y 'Y W Y 1 P 4 '-P'1F L l To MARION CONSTANCE LEARY, our cheerful and willing guide through the four years of our High School life, we dedicate this book. The Class of ,28. E L M Zlinruunrh ntering again the field of literature with the publication of this, the sixth annual copy of the Wethersheld High School Year-Book, we bespeak the iberal support of our townspeople in this effort to promote the interest of Education, and to create incentives for the pupils to ake the most of their talents, and to demonstrate the value of the varied courses now being offered to the students of an up-to-date Educational Institution. We sincerely trust that its perusal will be both pleasurable and profitable, and result in a greatly increased co-operative in- terest on the part of its readers in the future program of the Wethersield Schools. THE EDITOR. The ' lm - Vol. VI, June 1928 No. 1 ELM BOARD EDITOR-IN-CHIEF BUSINESS MANAGER James Lawrence, 'ZS ' Richard H Axxislunf Editor-in-Cl ' izef Olive Symonds, '20 Literary Editor Barbara Wells, '28 ugzhes, '28 Axsixtants John Mannix, '20 james Hammond, '20 Minor Kretzmer, '30 ATHLETIC DEPARTMENT i v ' Burton Woolley, '28 SCHOOL NOTES Axsistant Ruth Towne, T28 Francis Deming, 'ZS Axsixtantv ALUMNI DEPARTM v Elizabeth Elmer, 'zo ENT Sterling Tooker, '31 Mlldred Hannum, ,ZS Assixtant JOKE DEPARTMENT Isabelle Warner, '20 Frederick Pritchard, '28 Harold Hammer, '20 Axxistants ART DEPARTMENT Eleanor Adams, '20 ,hsmant Charles Towne, '30 Ruth Peticolas, 'zo Jim Wellesi '31 EXCHANGE EDITOR JUNIOR HIGH EDITOR Gertrude Francis, '28 Qarroll Lynch, VIII A FACULTY ADYISERS Miss Alice H. Clark Miss Marcella Harraclon Q ? J ' 1312? H ,nv ,:.. ,- l. Y . W ilk? gi ,., fu H, A Q ,5 C -N S bud 716 5: Lo hi bu 'Q V3 Q Q. D 4 Q. L qv T5 ,..., vu X iiermmala DOROTHY MARGARET H.ARTlVIAN ...... MDOT I have no other but a woman's reasong I think him so, because I think him so. Dot is one of the bright members of the class. She accomplishes capably whatever she is asked to do and always has a ready answer for any puzzling question that arises. She has made the High Honor C2-43 3 has the Gifts in Com- mencement exercisesg took the part of Muff Winslow in the Senior Playg was a member of the Glee Club C235 of French Club C233 Latin Club C23. Dot says she is undecided as to her future. Maybe she is, but we doubt itll Favorite Diversion-Writing to Dartmouth. JOYCE MURIEL H1cKs ........ HJOYCEH We know you have a gentle, noble ternperg A soul as even as a eatin. Joyce is an outdoor girl. She is a good athlete and enjoys Lab work. Joyce is well fitted to become a director of physical education. We hope that her pupils will become as good athletes as their teacher. Joyce sings in our Glee Club and was a member of the Latin Club. Favorite Diversion-Going to Troy. ALWYN BRODERSON .......... HBRODYU He tells you flatly what his mind is. Some girl lost a fine chance for Tuesday night dates when Brody enlisted in the National Guard. His time is occupied now, however. Besides the Guards,l' Brody likes hound dogs, girls, and antique automobiles. Record-Member of Soccer Team C335 Captain Soccer Team C439 Business Manager Elm C33g Business Manager Senior Play C435 Secretary of Athletic Council C43 g Student Council C435 Athletic Scholarship Society C43. CAROLYN M. SMITH ,....... UCARROLU Life is but a songg Art is wond'rous longf' Carolyn is the poetess of our class. She is always either reading books or writing verse. She has written several clever poems and articles. We wish her the best of luck at Connecticut Agricultural College, and we hope she will continue with her writing, Favorite DiversionswReading, Riting and Rithmetic C?3. ELIZABETH HANMER ......... BETTY Pleasure and action nwke the hours seem short. Hoot, toot, mon, if 'tisn't blithesome Betty. What with all her iiirtatious ability,-she only has to wink once, and she can get anything. We wonder if it works every time, though. Well, Bet, ol' thing, just because you're going to Skidmore, don't try to skid all the way through. Favorite Diversion-Flirting. Record-Class Secretary C135 Glee Club C2-435 Senior Play C435 Debating Club C439 French Club C235 Latin Club C23. DAGMAR ACKERIXIAN .......... iKDAG,, A quiet tongue shows a wise head. Dagmar is a quiet little girl who always does her lessons. We believe she will make an excellent teacher after she leaves New Britain Normal School. She has taken an active interest in our Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. She participated in our Glee Club contests at West Hartford and Glastonbury. Favorite Diversion-Attending church. FLORENCE ELIZABETH BILL ........ HFLOSSIEU Good things come in small packages. Flossie may be little, but oh my! Anytime you see a little shadow in the hall, that's Flossie. Anytime you hear a big cheer at the school contests, thatls Flossie, too. We wonder why she's always at the games. New Britain Normal School will be fortunate when you enter its doors. May you have the greatest success! Favorite Diversion-Shadowing. Record-Social Activities Committee C1-255 French Club C255 Latin Club C255 Glee Club C255 Class Will C45, HOWARD MORTIAIER MAYNARD ........ HLILYU Keep thy pen from lender's books! The Bower of the class of '28 is Lily Maynard. Although he spends most of his time borrowing and asking questions, he has taken an active interest in class and school enterprises. Favorite Diversion-Borrowing. Record-Orchestra C155 Second Prize in Prize Speaking C255 Debating Club C455 Soccer C45. MLLDRED WRIGHT HANNULI ..... M1LL1E I'll be merry, I'll be free, I'll be sad for nobody. Millie, our peppy little Senior, landed here with a whoop and a bang. She simply has to talk about one thing after anotherg so when she's around, we all hear what's the latest in Wethersfreld. Her record is a peach, and we know she will keep up the good work when she goes to Katherine Gibbls Secretarial School in the fall. I Favorite Diversion-Bothering us. Record'High Honor C155 Prize Speaking Cl-255 French Club C255 Latin Club C255 Glee Club C255 Demoracy Club C455 Senior Play5 Class Night Play C45. ARLINE GERTRUDE BROWN ........ UBROWNIEU Her friends-there ore many. Her foes-are there any?l' Wot5 anothaw girl going to New Britain Normal? Ah, lucky New Britain! Brownie has won many friends here. She's a great, great, girl, and we wish her the best of luck for the future. Favorite Diversiongtfvoing to Worcester. Record-Glee Club C155 Latin Club C255 Social Activities Committee C355 Student Council C35 5 Senior Prom Committee C35 5 Class Secretary C355 Demooracy Play5 Democracy Club C45, and Class Night Play. GERTRUDE FRANCIS .......... GEM By the 'work one knows the workmonf' Welve never heard any wise-cracks from Gert as to how the school should be run, for she's been so busy keeping up our reputation in shorthand and type- writing contests outside. How she can tickle those keys! She has a great record here, and we wish her the best of luck in anything she may undertake later. Favorite Diversion-Winning prizes. Record-Glee Club C1-255 Bridgeport Shorthand Contest5 Underwood Type- writer Silver Pin5 Royal Typewriter Silver Pin and Gold Pin5 Salutatorian C45. THELMIA BEATRICE MACLACHLAN ....... 'KTHELU A good heart never changes, but keeps his course truly. Thel is one of our most willing and loyal classmates. She has helped us in all our activities, and a lot of credit is due her for her unfailing interest in our class enterprises. Lucky are the school children whom she will teach when she leaves New Britain Normal School. Favorite Diversion-Helping others. Record-Gless Club C1-2-3-455 Prize Speaking C255 Senior Play5 Democracy Playg Class Secretary C45. HELEN HAnLEy LITTLE .......... HELEN She cannot flatter-an honest mind and plain-she must speak truth. Although Helen never appears to hurry, she always gets there. She is noted for her noisy wit. She has a splendid record here at W. H. S., and we Seniors are proud of her. She, too, is planning to become a teacher after she leaves New Britain Normal School, We hope she will not find it difficult to keep her classes quiet. Favorite Diversion-Winsome Winning. Record-Prize Speaking C255 Democracy Club C455 Latin Club C255 Captain Volley Ball Team C455 Class President C155 Property Manager Senior Play C455 Glee Club C1-2-3-45. FREDERICK SAMUEL PRITCHARD ..,..... HPRITCIIH His words do show his wit incomparable. .X Fred is our capable joke editor. With a ready smile and a ready joke, our Fred blushes his way through school. He is planning to go to Northeastern. He has our heartiest wishes for a successful career in his blessed radio. Favorite Diversion-Radio. Record-Class Treasurer C2-3-455 Soccer C455 Baseball C455 Elm Board C2-3-455 Debating Club C455 Latin Club C255 Athletic Council C35. BARBARA ALICE WELLS ,......... Bon She picked out something out of everything she read. Bob is our literary light. She is a good sport and takes more than her share of teasing. We hope she does as well-minus the teasing-at Oberlin. Good luck to you, Bob. Favorite Diversion-Arguing. c Record-Treasurer Latin Club C255 Senior Play C455 Elm Board C455 Volley Ball C455 Glee Club Cl-2-455 Debating Club C45. MARY DENNIS ........... MARvl' Your gentleness shall force more than your force shall move us to gentlenessf' Mary is quiet, but she works hard. She is a loyal worker, and we are proud to call her a member of the Senior Class. She has been in our Glee Club for her entire four years. Mary will certainly be a success in business. Our sincere wishes go with her. Favorite Diversion-Studying. GEORGE SAVOY ........... DUKE Self-love is not so 'vile a sin as self-neglect. Duke transferred from H. P. H. S. He has long been an object of envy among the fellows just starting to shave. Duke plans to take up aviation5 we hope he doesn't fall in that as often as he does for the girls, Favorite Diversion-Punctuality CP5. Record-Basketball C3-455 Baseball C455 Soccer C3-455 Glee Club C455 Debat- ing Club C455 Advertising Manager Senior Play C45. EDNA JAMES ........... 'LEDDIEU Bye and bye is easily said. As happy as she is lovable is our golden haired Eddie. Not much noise but plenty of IU, describes her perfectly-ask Duke.l' She was a member of the Girls' Glee Club C1-25, and has served on many of our committees. She would be an asset to any business, and with one loud shout W. H. S. says Goodbye and good luck too-Eddie? Favorite Diversion-History. DOROTHY LOUISE WICKSTRAND ........ Dorn Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won. Although Dot has been with us only a short time, she has given us a sam- ple of the excellent work she did at Hartford High. Dot is pretty, quiet, and efficient,-three things that are necessary for success in the business world. The glass of '28 gives her a cheery Goodbye and Goodluck as she steps forth into usiness. -v l 4 EVERETT MALCOLM STANNARD ........ MAC Foe done the stale some service and they know it. - Lo, the conquering hero comes! Gangway and bow low your heads beneath his cold, austere glance. Never try to debate with Mac-he'll outwit you every time. He's good at writing poems, scenarios, novels, newspapers and what have you. Well, Mac, when you're President, would you kindly give us all jobs as pages in the Senate? Best o' luck! Favorite Diversion-Duelling. Record-President Debating Club C435 Interscholastic Debate C335 Prize Speaking C1-235 School Correspondent5 Orchestra C1-2-33. GR.AYDON FREDERICK Locrcwooo . . V ..... 'tLocRY Here's another man of letters-especially W,s. Locky's wit has brightened many a dull period. He is a good student and an athlete. He is noise personified. He has been a capable worker in our class, and we are proud of his record. We hope he does as well as Northeastern. Favorite Diversion-Teasing Milly and Bob. Record-Vice-President of Class C335 Student Council C3-435 Elm Board C3-435 Class Gifts C435 Senior Play C435 Soccer C3-435 Basketball C435 Baseball C435 Athletic Scholarship Society C435 L. W. L. W. C3-43, BEATRICE STOCKVVELL ........ nBE'1 l'YU Yearning in desire to follow knowledge Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. , When it comes to arma virumque canoeing, Betty takes the cake, let me tell you. But that's not the half of it, as her record shows. We didn't hear so much noise from Bet around about, but she's there just the same-a ready helper, a friend, and a jolly good fellow. May you have the greatest success, Betty, at Barnard College, Columbia University. Record-Class Vice-President C235 Student Council C3-435 Commencement Committee C1-Z-335 Glee Club C1-435 French Club C235 Valedictorian. JAMIES AzoR LAWRENCE ......... Bun 'AA heart unspoiled is not easily dauntedf' Here is our Editor-in-Chief. 'tBud is a lively member of our class. During the past year he was our capable assembly chairman. Bud died in battle in one of our soccer games so he was handicapped in athletics for the remainder of the year. He has left a fine record, and we wish him success in his future work. Favorite Diversion-Flirting with three girls at once. Record-Senior Play C435 Interclass Basketball C3-435 Assembly Chairman C435 Soccer C435 Athletic Council C435 Student Council C435 Debating Club C435 Editor-in-Chief of Elm C435 Class Night Exercises C435 L. W. L. W. C3-43. MARY KATHERINE PRACON ......... ..tiMARY,, A maiden never boldg of spirit so still and quiet that her motion blushed al herself. Mary is another quiet member of our Senior Class. She has been a member of the Glee Club Cl-2-3-43. She won a speed test pin in typewriting. Mary is going into business next year, and we certainly wish her the best of success. Favorite Diversion-Minding her own affairs. FREDERICK JAMES WELTON ........ HJILILIYU ' With a giggle that was childlike and bland. Through our sacred portals of learning stole Jimmy of the soulful eyes. He's been here only two years, but that has been long enough for him to make a record. We wish him the best of luck at Worcester Tech. Favorite Diversion-Acting as self-delegated member to various committees. Record-Senior Play C435 Soccer C435 Interclass Basketball C3-435 Athletic Scholarship Society C435 member Social Activities Committee and a member of the L. W. L. W. C3-43. RICHARD HUCIHES .......... UDICKU As full of spirit as the month of May Dick looks like a meek little ladg but he is one of the wittiest in our class. He often averts the teacher's wrath by a clever bit of repartee. We wish you all kinds of success in business, Dick. Favorite Diversion-Wise-cracking. Record-Stage Manager Senior Play5 Democracy Club C435 Debating Club C435 Business Manager of Elm C435 Interclass Basketball C3-435 Class Night Exercises. ALBERT LYMAN Jonxsox ....... . . HYUINIPU Men of jew 'words are the best men. Good old Yump is everyone's friend. His name is often seen on the honor roll, and he is always ready to aid us with our knotty Physics problems. His hobby is radio, and Yump sure knows his radio. With his transmitter, 1-ALd, he has communicated with the MacMillan expedition in the Arctic. We know Yump will succeed in life, and he has the best wishes of the class of '28. Favorite Diversion-Radio. AGNES ROGALLA .......... 'tAGNEs I have heard of the lady, and good 'words went with her name. Agnes came to us in our Junior year from H. P. H. S. Her quiet manner in our class is a boon-she helps to allay the noise made by some less thoughtful Seniors. She has taken many typewriting honors this year and has represented Wethersfield in the state contest at Bridgeport. The best wishes of our class go with her as she goes out into the business world. Favorite Diversion-Typing. RTTTH KELLooc TOWNE ...... . . . Boo Modest as a violet. We are proud of 'tBoo, the fair one of the Seniors. She has always done her best for dear old W. H, S., and we know that she will be missed next year when she trots off to New Britain Normal. Best o' luck! Offhand Ruth who was the young man I saw you with last night Favorite Diversion-Being pleasant. Record-High Honor C235 Class Secretary C235 Glee Club C235 French Club C235 Latin Club C235 Student Council C435 Elm Board C2-3-435 Prophecy in Commencement C43. P v 7 BURTON WEsLEv WooLLEY, JR ......... Bum Fortune and 'victory sit on thy helm! Burt has done more for W. H. S, than any other member of our Class. He has worked hard and accomplished much. We hope he does as well at Northeastern. Favorite Diversion-Acting as assistant secretary to the Principal! Record-Class President C3-435 Vice-President and President of the Student Council C3-435 High Honor Student C235 Senior Play C435 Basketball C435 Baseball C3-435 Soccer C435 Debating Club C435 Athletic Council C335 Elm Board C3-435 Junior Athletic Manager C335 Athletic Scholarship Society C435 member of L. W. L. W. C3-43. FREDERICK CLARENCE Booru ......... 'AFREDD The Lord that hath made you fair hath made you good. The Adonis of the class, but girl-shy. Fred has been having a difficult task keeping out of the hands of the girls. They simply won't let him alone. Favorite C?3 Diversion-Avoiding girls. Record-Glee Club C1-235 Democracy Club President C435 Athletic Manager C435 Athletic Council C435 Democracy Club Play. RICHARD TIIOLIAS WH,ALEN ......... HREDU A loyal, just, and upright gentleman. Red has a good Word for everyone. His horse Sense and ready Wit have been a big factor in keeping peace among the members of our class. He has been a leader in school activities and in athletics. Favorite Diversion-Athletics. Record-Basketball C35g Captain Wethersf1eld's first championship Basketball Team C455 Soccer C353 Baseball C3-45 g Secretary of Debating Club C45 3 President Athletic Council C455 Property Manager of the Senior Play C455 Student Council C355 Junior Marshall. ELLSWORTH ADAMS ........... BUD With a rattle and a bang! Bud is the little boy in the Senior Class Cin body but not in spirit.5 Every- thing is Ia joke to Bud. He'll laugh and bluff his way through life and come out on top. He is interested in making over cars-Otherwise junk dealing. Keep it up, Bud, your jokes Will pull you through. Favorite Diversion-Annoying student-council. HORATIO EDWARD HARLOW' ......... RATIO A smile goes a long 'wayf' 'tRatio, the boy with a Smile, always willing to help, always smiling even when his lessons aren't done! He is interested in mechanics and electricity. He will make good in the business world. Success to you Ratio. Favorite Diversion-Driving his Ford. ' Record-Assistant Business Manager of Senior Play C455 Treasurer of Democ- racy Club C455 Democracy Club Play C455 Baseball C1-45. KARL GONIETZ ...... . . . . . HANK MeLhinks there is much reason in his sayings. Karl is one of our serious minded classmates. He is a good debater and has been a good supporter of the club this year. He has given invaluable service to the decorating committees in the past four years. Karl expects to go to Connecti- cut Agricultural College in the fall. He Sure Will make a good farmer. He can already milk a cowl Favorite Diversion-Debating. Activities C35 . Boys FREDERICK BOOTH JAIVIES LAWRENCE GRAYDON LOCKWOOD HOWARD MAYNARD ALWYN BRODERSON DUKE SAVOY ALBERT JOHNSON ALWYN BRODERSON JAMES WELTON GRAYDON LOCKWOOD ALBERT JOHNSON RICHARD WHALEN JAMES LAWRENCE RICHARD HUGHES JAIMIES LAWRENCE HOWARD MAYNARD MAI.COLINI STANNARD BURTON WOOLLEY ALWYN BRODERSON RICHARD HUGHES HOW.-XRD MAYNARD DUKE SAvoY DUKE SAVOY JAINIES LAWRENCE Record-Glee Club C1-253 Debating Club C453 Democracy Club C455 Social SENIOR STATISTICS Best Looking Most Popular Best Dressed Class Bluffer Peppiest Class Cut-up Laziest Best Sport Class Giggler Noisiest Quietest Best Athlete Best Speaker Neatest Class Optimist Class Pessimist Most Dignified Best Drag with Faculty Worst Drag with Faculty Wittiest Class Borrower Most Courteous Class Flirt Girls RUTH TOWNE MILDRED HANNUM BETTY STOCKWELL EDNA JAMES MILDRED HANNUM HELEN LITTLE EDNA JAMES BARBARA WELLS GERTRUDE FRANCIS BARBARA WELI,S MARY PRACON HELEN LITTLE HELEN LITTLE RUTH T OWNE THELIVIA MACLACIII..AN BARBARA WELLS BETTY STOCKWELL BETTY HANLIER BARBARA WELLS HELEN LITTLE BARBARA WEI.I,S MARY DENNIS BETTY HANMER DOROTHY WICKSTRAND BURTON WOOLLEY Done Class Baby Most for W. H. S. ARLINE BROWN CAROLYN SINIITH l I V I hitnriala THE SPORT OF KINGS It's glorious fun to sail, for thereis romance on the sea and every pleasure seems tame compared to the thrills afloat. To weary ones, who are tired of crowded highways and the same old scenery, there,s nothing finer than life aboard some salty schooner. I shall never forget my first experiences on ship. I was pretty green and scarcely knew starboard from larboard. The first time that I wit- nessed the stowing of provisions before putting out, shivers of delight ran through me, and I wondered what Fortune had in store. I saw visions of myself leaning over the rail, or being swept into the waves by one of the booms. Thus, when we had weighed anchor and were under sail, I prac- ticed grabbing the handrails and rigging in every precarious position I could think of, that I might be prepared for the worst. Happy days followed when I was ever under our skipper's patient supervision. I-Ie taught me the laws of the road, the use of charts, and the general navigation of the boat. I soon learned to sail her alone, and, as I sat at the wheel, I felt very cocky, indeed. There were all sorts of new things to do aboard, but when we were bouncing right along with scuppers awash, it was my greatest delight to stretch out on the bowsprit and watch her as she dipped gracefully into the brine, while above me the huge white canvas billowed with every jolly capful of wind that happened along. As the season passed, I encountered every kind of adventure imagin- able, and with disappointment, I saw the good ship hauled out for the winter. The love of the sea and sailing had gripped me in its talons and threatened not to lose its hold. Ye can have your steamboat racing, but gimme the run in a gale Of a well-geared, able schooner what is driven by snow-white sail, For I've known the thrill of a piling sea and the sky in a cloud-fleck'd gown And ten knots in a windbag when she's running her Easting down! Olive Symonds, '29. THE OCEAN The ocean seems to me a vast place of brooding mystery, seldom broken by the raw, shrill noises of man and his ingenious inventions. It is a place where I can dream, where imagination has no limitg a place where I can lie upon the sandy beach, basking in the sun and building my own castles in the air. It tends to breed in me the lust for adventure and ro- mance. As the ships pass by, - schooners, liners, square riggers-each carrying its own cargoes of wreck and wrong and shame, I have a picture line enough for any artist's brush, or tales strange enough for my author's pen. Truly the ocean is a giant magnet that draws me irresistibly to its sandy shores year in and year out, to dream and dream of things I shall do when I, myself, am a gentleman of adventure. -David Van Ausdall, '30. 4 NOTRE ADIEU Il y a un petit sentiment de tristesse dans notre classe, car apres quatre annees d'amitie heureuse, nous partons tous, l'un de l'autre, et nous allons, comme on dit, chercher nos fortunes. Les uns vont travailler, et les autres vont loin dlici a l'ecole. Qui sait quand nous serons ensemble encore une fois? Dans une annee peut-etre rencon- trons-nous a une reunion, mais quels changements auront lieu parmi nous, quelles difficultes aurons-nous erencontrees et auron nous sur- monteesg et surtout, aurons-nous le meme sentiment de bonne volonte et dlamitie que nous avons maintenant? Personne ne peut dire, mais on espere que dans les annees qui viennent, nous penserons llun a l'autre et at nos quatre annees ensemble avec un peu de felicite et de regret. M-Florence Bill, '28, LES ENDROITS HISTORIQUES DE WETHERSFIELD ll y a beaucoup d'endroits d'interet a Wethersiield. Il y a la maison des Webb ou Georges Washington s'est arrete une fois. Cette ancienne maison est possedee a present par les Dames Coloniales et en are on peut la visiter. Llorme, qui a plus de deux cents ans, est un grand orgueil de la ville depuis beaucoup d'ans. Puis il y a l'ancien ed i fice de l'academie de Wethersfield ou sont la bibliotheque et les bureaux de la ville. Cet edifice qui etait une fois le lycee, endure depuis une siecle et un quart. Il y a aussi beaucoup de maisons anciennes et il y a encore beaucoup de familles dans la ville portant les noms des premiers possesseurs de ces anciennes maisons. -Mildred Hannum, '28, LA MAISON WEBB La maison Webb, une des maisons historiques de Connecticut, est situee dans la ville de Wethersfield. Elle est une grande maison blanche du style colonial, et elle est meublee partout a la vraie mode ancienne. Dans chaque corniere, il domine la vieille atmosphere coloniale de la paix et de la beaute. Cette maison etait possedee autrefois par Jean Webb, qui s'en est servi comme une sorte de taverne, mais quelques annees plus tard elle etait achetee par Les Dames Coloniales d'Amerique.', On se sert de cette maison maintenant comme une place d'interet et elle est souvent visitee par les touristes. Son orgueil supreme est la chambre ou s'est endormi George Washington. On dit aussi que dans cette maison M. Washington a fait son traite avec M. Rochambeau. -Dorothy Hartman, '28, WETHERSFIELD'S SCHOOL DEVELOPMENT IN THE LAST QUARTER CENTURY The history of school development in Wethersheld in the past quarter century is intensely interesting when viewed in the light of the present conditions and the probabilities of the future. Twenty-five years ago the school population of our town was two hundred and seventy-eight, and the school buildings were six in number. Four of these were single-room brick structures. The North Brick school had three rooms and the Center school had eight. These schools were situated in various parts of the town: one on Harris Hill, one on the corner of Welles Road, one on Broad Street, two on Main Street, and one on Hartford Avenue. The physical equipment was meager in the extreme, consisting merely of a bat and a ball for the boys of each school and nothing for the girls. The High School curriculum consisted of two years' work. The training offered was a general one and gave only a small choice of subjects. In 1927 there were still six schools, but only one of the four single- room schools was in use. In 1917 the Charles Wright School was opened on Nott Street. It has eight large schoolrooms and accommodates three hundred grammar school pupils. The Francis Stillman School on Hart- ford Avenue, our newest grade building, contains eight rooms, it also has the only gymnasium in Wethersield. At this time the North Brick school was closed. In Griswoldville a, four-room red brick structure takes the place of the old South Hill and Harris Hill schools. The population in the schools is now one thousand, three hundred and twenty, or an increase of five hundred per cent in twenty-five years. Our four-year program now offers a pupil training in these different curriculums: college-preparatory, normal, commercial and general. In 1903 there were no athletic teams representing Vfethersfield. Now we have a soccer-football team, a basketball team, a baseball team, and a girls' volley-ball team. Besides these varsity teams, each class has a team representing it in all of the above sports. These athletic games give each boy a chance to take part in some phase of physical training. Today the opportunities for education in Wethersheld, as compared with those offered a quarter century ago, are manifold. The standards of physical and mental training have been steadily raised. Next year our new eighteen-room high school will open, offering even greater advantages. In this world of specialization and keen competition, an education is a vital necessity. Wethersield should be able to provide the training that each pupil will need in his life work. From an educational view- point, rapid advances have been made in the last ten years. Ten years hence should find our school population doubled, our curriculum enlarged, our physical training improved, and our high school presenting oppor- tunities for development comparable to any in the state. -james Lawrence, '28. E. MALCOLM STANNARD AWARD FOR PRIZE SPEAKING As The Elm goes to press, a noteworthy incident has come to the attention of the editors. Because of a keen interest in prize speaking, and because of a desire to encourage others to participate in this activity, E. Malcolm Stannard of the Senior Class has established a set of prizes for the annual Sophomore-Freshman contest. These prizes Qamounting to fifteen dollarsj consist of two first prizes of five dollars each, and two seconds of two dollars and a half each, for boys and girls. The Elm Board takes pleasure in recognizing this gift to our school, and it hopes that the loyal spirit which prompted it may lead other interested alumni to present awards. Thus a precedent will have been established. TESTS I love tests! The first thing I love dearly is the suspense before the questions are given. With all my heart I like to watch the faces of my fellow pupils grow green and yellow in turn. With all my soul and body I love to have the pupils in front of me lengthen the suspense by holding the papers for several minutes. After I get the test, it tickles me pink to have the teacher say that the test is uso simple. Then, when it is fin- ished, I enjoy immensely of course, those two or three days of waiting for the teacher to correct the papers. After the test is Hnally marked, I adore to be given a mark a few points lower than I think I deserve. But when I look the paper over and find the teacher fair and even generous, I keep my thoughts to myself. -Clyde Salmcms, jr., '31. Cool silver moonlight Casting a sleek sheen On smooth water. Deep, dusky quiet, Broken only By the noise at intervals Of the Venetian housewives Emptying the evening Garbage Into the canal. cm Contractors for the New High School. The following reliable contractors are furnishing the excellent materials which are being used in the construction of the new high school building. They are further showing their interest in Wethersheld and our schools by giving us their support in the publication of this edition of the High School Elm. EBBETS 85 FRID, 15 Lewis St., Architect ....,......,.i,....... 2-7594 RICHARD JOHNSON CO., 50 Trumbull St., General Contractors ,,,......i ...4...,.,.....i,....4.,,,...,...,.......i... 2 -1 3 62 HARRIS 85 GRAHAM, 54 Trumbull St., Heating .,...,,.. 6-2489 J. MURPHY 85 SON, Ford St., Electrical 69' Plumb- ing Work ..,...i...........,.,..,....i.i...i.,...........,,,....... 2-3809 ANDREXVS 85 PECK CO., Charter Oak Ave., Millwork 2-2176 STANDARD STRUCTURAL STEEL CO., Wethersheld Ave., Structural Steel and Misc. Iron Work ...2-0790 A. LURIE 85 SON, 9 Atlantic St., Sheet Metal anal Slag Roofing ,....,.......,.......,..,,.,....,.........,.,.............,,. 6-0161 E. S. ADKINS, Case St., Slate Roojing ,,,... f ..,,,,..,.,,.,.,., 3-8365 JACKSON 85 SEQUINE, INC., 50 Trumbull St., Mason Materials ,.......,.......................,..,..,..,....,.,........... 2- 5 21 1 TOPPER 85 GRIGGS, Albany Ave., Concrete Reinforc- ing Materials ,.....................,.,,.,.....,.,,.........,......, 6-3 517 HART 85 HUTCHINSON CO., New Britain, Conn., Lockers, Metal Partitions ............,......,........,. . 3260 JAMES MADIGAN, Wethersneld, Furnished Aetna Contract Bond ....,......,..,...........................' ...,.... 9 -1293 EASTERN BRICK CO., New Britain, Brick .........,..,... N. B. 120 L. H. ROBERTSON, Sumner St., Tile 65 Marble Work .6-9167 BIDWELL HARDWARE CO., North Main St., Kalainein Work ...,........,...,..............,.........,.........,......,..... 2-8277 CAPITAL CITY GLASS CO., 14 Chapel St., Glass ...,..... 2-4289 CROSSCUP 85 VALCOURT, 372 Trumbull St., Painters..2-4096 THE HARTFORD SAND 85 STONE CO., 15 Lewis St., Sand E5 Stone ,................,......,.....,,................. ..2-0904 LIBBEY, F. GREY, 48 Trumbull St., Heating ............... 2-5257 TRUSCON STEEL CO., 983 Main St., Reinforcing ,....... 6-8785 3 S wx5? s 3 1 1 5 3 5 E Y Q- wif., - 55 2 1. 'Q Hsu if N 53 1-.. is Q ve? Q 3.2 . .,,.H,..,A,i rclzile A Frizl, QC va Q Ebbe AS I SEE OUR NEW HIGH SCHOOL Not many years ago,-it was in fact in 1876,-Wethersneld, then a sparsely populated little village of perhaps 2,500 inhabitants, took its first great step toward the higher education of the young townspeople. This was the construction of the present Center High School, which has now reached its capacity and lacks modern equipment. For one-half a century Wethersheld boys and girls have enjoyed the advantages oifered through high school education, but, as the town grows, so must its educational program be enlarged. To meet these present-day requirements, Wethersheld citizens have voted an ample appropriation for a new high school which is even now under construction. The building, attractive in appearance and erected on an attractive site, is built of red brick and is to accommodate six hundred pupils. It will have eighteen class rooms, a work shop for boys, a combination gym- nasium and auditorium with sliding doors to enable the use of both sec- tions at the same time, a library providing room for seventy-five pupils, and a cafeteria which will seat two hundred fifty students. In addition to the new building, a new system has been carefully worked out providing six periods a day, with two periods a week for physical education. This system will require twenty-one instructors, six of whom are to be men. Practical arts for girls and mechanical drawing for boys will be two of the outstanding achievements of this system. In order to aid the Junior High School student in selecting the curriculum for which he is best adapted, there will be tryouts in lan- guages and mathematics. He will also study vocational guidance that he may have a more thorough understanding of the vocations from which he can choose. After summing up these many improvements promised us by the school board and the superintendent and principal, one cannot help real- izing the importance of such a progressive step in the educational program of Vfethersfield. THE NEW WETHERSFIELD HIGH SCHOOL WETHERSFIELD, CONN. Minor Krcfznzfr, '30. Winiier of prize offered by Mr. Hubbard on the new school. Iflfcp K L?-WIA LQ' f-s' -' fx 1 A 5.155 I Av 'sf I ii ' V -A , ' 'H u aj . Af' THE PLAY WILL D0 IT As the chimes in a nearby cathedral were telling of midnight, two gentlemen entered La Bijou Blanche Cafe --a rendezvous for night revellers. Stewart, the former, - a brisk, rather stocky stype of man in his early forties, led the way to a secluded table apart from the rest. When the waiter had departed with their orders, the younger man, who possessed the extraordinary name of Smith, lit a cigarette, then burst out impatiently, -- 1'Well, what do you think of my play? You can,t be very enthusi- astic over it, for you haven't mentioned it once this evening. 'just wanted to wait till now, so's we could discuss it privatelyf, UGO on then. I'm prepared for the worst. To tell che truth, Smith, the plot is a peach, but there are a few scenes that are bad. For instance, that courting scene. I know that if I were a girl, and a fellow handed out such a lot of rot, just to say he loved me, I'd turn him down. Youill have to improve it. I know it, but, Stewart, you must remember I've never made love in my life. How do you expect me to put over anything like that? You are so adept at it, you might help me outf, Stewart smiled. In his youth li had been famous for his many love aigfairs and he liked to have them mentioned. Have your hero say less, he advised. It's more effective. Then don't use language that's above the common intellect. 'Let us arbitratel' Why, that sounds like a peace treatylu x I suppose so, Smith murmured, as with unusual precision he knocked the ashes from his cigarette. I don't know why I ever started such a thing. It's just one huge flop. just then the waiter returned with the food, and the play was dropped for the present. As Smith emptied the contents of his flask into his ginger ale, a girl brushed past. Stewart gasped. Why, that,s Ann Hough! Doesn't she look marvelous. Europe has done her good, I guess. They were watching the girl, when suddenly she turned back, and recognizing the two men, she smiled and ran forward. A long white evening wrap hung carelessly about her, and Smith wondered why he had never noticed her extreme beauty. How fortunate to find you here, she cried as she reached their table. My car has broken down and canit be fixed tonight. Worse than that, I haven't a cent of money with me. Would one of you mind taking me home? I simply can't go alone. Stewart was all honey. He leaned forward and spoke confidingly in her ear-just loud enough, however, for Smith to hear. My friend here would be delighted, Miss Hough. Sorry I couldn't have the pleasure myself, but I'm taking a train for Philly in twenty minutes. Smith groaned inaudibly. Ann smiled. Oh, that's darling!,' she breathed. When Stewart had left, Smith called a taxi and took the girl home. She talked incessantly, and her escort, tired with the day's work, was relieved when she had said good night. The next day Smith was awakened at ten by a sharp ring of the tele- phone. He cursed softly to be aroused so early, and cursed more when he learned it was Stewart. Have a good time last night? his cheery voice came over the wire. If you ever try a trick like that again, I'll-if' Oh, forget it,', Stewart laughed. You need a little experience for this play of yours. By the by, I have a corking new idea. I'1l Write your love scene for you, if you will do something for me. Smith's mood changed. He liked to talk of his play. Thus, an hour later found him at his friend's office,-manuscript in hand. Listen, Stewart began, I've already written a new love scene. It's very simple. Now, what you must do is to try it out on some girl. Sec what effect it has on her and alter it accordingly in the final writing. Take Ann Hough. She'd never accept you, you may be sure of that. She's having too good a time racing around. What in the name of the seven mad gods do you think I am!', Don't be silly, old man. Your play is of great importance to you now. You must make it a success. This would be the only wayf, Smith pondered. He longed for success. Really, don't you think it rather absurd for me to attempt such a thing? he asked. That's the way all authors do. You must have local color. Come now, don,t be so backward. Before Smith left the office, he had determined to carry out his adviser's plans. That night he took Miss Hough to the theatre, and three nights during the following week, they were together. Then came the fateful evening. He smiled with satisfaction as he walked before the tall looking-glass. After all, he was good-looking. Six feet and more in height, sparse and brown, with a tiny black chevron of manhood on his upper lip. Stewart had encouraged him to the last and, indeed, he felt quite confident as he jumped into his car and scooted toward her home. Ann was at the door when he leapt up the stairs. It's so perfect tonight, let's go for a drive,', she said when she saw he had brought his car. They went. Speeding along over the road, he wondered if he would lose courage at the last moment. Soon they stopped on a high hill where they could watch the late moon rise. As the moth-white orb fluttered up, Smith felt a queer sensation. He spoke softly to his partner, and in a minute it was over. He had proposed! He couldnlt remember what he had said, he only heard her sigh, 'lOh, I'm so happy! t Then he took her home and' lingered but a minute to say good night. When he awoke next morning, the scene of the preceding night came clearly to him. Not until then did he realize his folly. She had ac- cepted and now, what a hole he was in! He'd take Stewart's head off today for ever suggesting such a plan. No. He wouldn,t tell him any- thing, but would see Ann that very afternoon and explain everything. She would understand, he knew. They arranged to go for another drive, and when he called around, she was ready,-attired in deep sapphire, that reflected the color of her eyes. They drove and drove. Somehow Smith couldn,t seem to explain matters, for every time he looked at her he changed his mind. Oh, gollyf' he gasped finally, I thought I was only pretending to love you last night, but Fortune fooled me,-I really do. And there's no moon here now to kid me along, either!,' -Olive Symonds, ,29. TIME Time Is the only thing In this wide world Of ours Which, To be saved, Must be spent. -Gertrude Francis, '2 S. TICKLISH BUSINESS When Izaak Walton left his famous advice to anglers, he neglected to include in it all of the methods by which fish can be enticed to grace the dinner table. Ever since the day when, in the Fisherman's Guide, I read of the newest manner of catching fish, namely, of tickling them, it had been my desire to try out this novel method of the ultra modern sportsman. Last summer, it was my fortune to embark on an extended trip to the north, where a man's a man, peanuts are five cents a bag, and where three-foot trout spring out of sparkling waters just for the sole pleasure of being caught. Upon arriving, Jack and I pitched camp, looked to our tackle, and otherwise prepared for the big sport of the morrow. An early ,supper was planned, and what was our displeasure to find that everything but supper had been provided for us by nature. A trip to town was the only means of allaying hunger, and so we started along a path' which ran parallel to the bank of our chosen trout stream. It was near twilight time, just after the sun, like the actor of a great drama, had bowed his way to the wings and awaited the dropping of the curtain of evening. Near at hand the insects eheeped out their nocturne, while far off the calling of a night bird shrflly proclaimed its awakening. Proceeding along the trail, I chanced to glance into the stream, and there, not a yard away from the bank, was the largest trout I have ever seen, just awaiting to be caught. I had neither hook nor line, but, happy thought, as my hands twitched to touch the trout, I remembered the treatise on tickling fish! Carefully, I stretched out full length over the edge of the bank, which at this point was about two feet above the level of the water. With more care I slipped my hand into the water, and edged it out toward the trout. The cautious Indian, seeking to work his charms on his pet cobra, was never more apprehensive. Now I could almost touch the creature-and it moved, ever so slightly, but just out of reach. I stretched farther out over the brook. Again I tried, and failed, as the fish, alarmed by an incautious movement, wriggled away a bit more. I could not reach it now, but by having Jack sit on my feet, thus holding me to the bank while I reached for the fish, contact was again estab- lished. Now, to tickle the trout, I had only to move my hand an inch to touch him. It was going to be too easy! Then, with a mucky sough, the edge of the bank caved under our combined weight, and a moment found us flung into the brook. Believe it or not, the charm of that incident tickled the fish to death! -E. Malcolm Sftllllldflli, 28. T0 A TERRIER You're just a shaggy little mutt, A grey haired bundle of rags. Yours is a weeny bit of a tail, Spasmodic in its wags. Two eyes, a saucy, button-y nose, Paws turning in, out and up, But alas! I love you just the same, You adorable Irish pup! -Virginia Becker, '30. SIXTY MILES AWAY It was a black and windy night on the sound, and in a little bay rocked the forty-foot cabin cruiser, May. Her tall mast bobbed as she rode over the top of each green swell, while taut anchor cables held her from the rocks. On the beach all was quiet save for the crash of breakers on the rocks and the howl of the lashing wind as it flung the salt spray back into the sea. Not a light shone in the cottages, for it was 2 o'clock in the morning. While the rain pelted on the roof of the craft, and she tugged at her ropes, quite a different scene was pictured below. The warm yellow light of an electric lamp flooded the little cabin in gold, and at a table operating his radio transmitter sat our hero. He was talking to his father, John Blair Sr., who, at his home sixty miles away, was operating another station. John Jr. was taking the family yacht, May, to dry- dock at Essex for her winter overhauling, and he had decided to spend the stormy night in the little bay. He threw shut a switch, and picked up a microphone as a motor generator let forth its hum. John was speaking into the transmitter. This is station IBBC on the motor yacht May talking with station IZO at Hartford, Connecticut. Hello, dad! It certainly is a bad night here, the old scow is tugging at her ropes in great style. If the weather clears by tomorrow afternoon, I'll run her over to Essex and come home by train. What say? This is IBBC standing by. Again he threw the switch, and the hum of the generator died away, in its place came the voice of John's father, at home sixty miles away. This is IZO at Hartford talking to the motor launch, May. Good evening, son. If I had known the weather was going to be so bad, I would have sent someone to help you manage the boat, but I guess you can do it O. K. I,m glad you put in on a night like this. Where are you anchored? IZO off-go ahead. Once more the switch was closed, and again the hum of the gen- erator filled the cabin. Oh, don't worry, dad, yours truly can run this scow one hand. I've put in at Half Bay, and we're sitting pretty. Holy smokes, dad, stand by, I hear some one calling. Hello, IBBC! Hello, IBBC! S. O. S.! S. O. S.! came the voice through the phones, for God's sake, hurry. Feverishly John closed the switch and shouted, This is IBBC, the motor yacht, May. Who are you,'and what do you want?', This is the motor yacht, Joy. We have run on the rocks off Fisher's Island. We are stove in and in danger of being washed against the rocks into deep water. We have no small boats and cannot get to our life prcservers. For God's sake, hurry. How many have you aboard and how long can you stay up? cried John. We have three men and two women and cannot stay up longer than an hour and a half, came the voice. Stand by a second,', yelled John- Dad, there is-- 'II know, the voice of john,s father broke in, I have been listening. That is Judge Fort's yacht and Winnie is aboardg you know her-go get them. I'1l stand byg and, he added, 'tlooks like you're going to get a chance to run the scow one handf, Winnie Fort on that boat! thought John. That was enough, for John adored Winnie. I'm comingf' he yelled at the transmitter, send up rockets. The next moment he was in the engine room and had the big Deisel running like a sewing machine. Slipping into a slieker he dashed upon deck to the windlass and hauled the anchors up. Then he made his way across ,the slippery deck to the pilotis cabin so that he could get under way before the wind drove the craft upon the rocks. He switched on all the lights and started the automatic fog horn sending out its hoarse bellow. He threw her into gear, and the May's powerful propeller shoved her over the first swell on her fifteen mile journey to save the lives that clung to the rocks off Fisher's Island. The May could do eighteen miles per hour in a calm sea, and john estimated that now she could do the fifteen miles in somewhat over an hour, and they could stay up only an hour and a half. He grasped the tugging wheel, shoved the throttle to its limit, and headed into the swell toward the blinking light just visible, which marked Fisher's Island. In his haste John had forgotten to turn off the transmitter and back home, sixty miles away, his anxious family was listening to the bellow of the fog horn and the howl of the wind, while miles out on the black sea a huddled group expecting death listened to the same sounds. Swell after swell passed on their journey to the land and the light on Fisher's Island was near, but still no sign of the rockets. Then off to the left, very near, came the yellow glare which marked the. spot where the ill-fated Joy lay. John crammed the wheel hard to the right lest the May also be run upon the rocks. He knew that this side of the rocks was treacherous, but on the other side there was deep water. No more rockets appeared, and John began to fear he was too late and that the boat had slipped from the rocks. He switched on the powerful searchlight which was mounted on the cabin top and controlled from the inside by a swivel. And just in time, for in another minute the May would have been rammed headlong into the jagged rocks. He threw the motor into reverse, and for a moment the May rode motionless. 1 Y., . 77, 1 There in the glare of the searchlight lay the ill-fated Joy. She had been thrown on a jagged rock with her bow pointed skyward and, on her lulling deck, over which the high seas broke, clung five figures praying that help would come before their craft slipped down into the fathomless depths. John dropped both bow and stern anchors, and the May came along side of the slanting deck tugging at her ropes as if in fear of the black rocks which jutted from the sea. One by one the victims, water soaked, and pale, climbed to the May's deck. The women fell, the men were too exhausted to speak. Winnie was the last to come aboard, and just as she was climbing from the slippery deck of the wrecked craft, the stern anchor of the May gave way and the wind swung her around, leaving Winnie clinging to the rail of the Joy. In an instant John was sliding down the remaining anchor cable to the deck of the joy. The men threw him a rope and with Winnie under one arm and the rope in his free hand, John was dragged over the rocks, up the side, and over the rail to the deck of the May, where he fell unconscious. John was put in the cosy cabin in the care of Winnie, who had now recovered herself. The rescued men got the May under way just as the Joy slipped before a giant wave into the sea. The May plowed her way through the sea and back home. Sixty miles away, the much relieved family could hear Winnie whispering sweet little nothings in John's ear. --Frczlerivk Pritchard, '2 8. MOODS I felt the sad, slow drip of tears upon my heart, And fought the misty shroud of grim despair, I saw my high-flung hope lie broken at my feet And watched my dreams go floating off in air. And then across the dim horizon came a whisper, A whisper of a deathless song, And I saw my hope arising, and my dreams come drifting back, Bringing peace and life for which I've hoped so long. I heard a burst of lilting music From the land of sunset glowg A robin's call at morning From a glen where violets growg The damp sweet wind of April And the patter of summer raing A long deep note of laughter And a joy devoid of pain. ' -Barbara Wz'Ils, '2S. TERROR: ' I walked up the rickety stairs, my heart in my mouth, and knocked on the door. No a'nswer. The silence that had issued after that dreadful scream clanged on my throbbing ear drums. With shaking hand, I essayed another knock, inhnitely feebler than the first. What do you want? demanded a gurreral voice. Overwhelmed by the suddenness and silence of his approach, and my mind dazed by the rapid course of events, I spun around. Wliat do you want? again asked the strange creature which my startled eyes beheld. Ignoring his question, I stammered out: H-how did you get there? ' That is my business. Answer my question or you will disappear as quickly as I have appeared. The very sharpness of his tone whipped my mind back to normalcy. I heard a scream for help and came accordingly, I replied, looking into his sharp black eyes, the orbs of which appeared to burn with a feverish light into the innermost recesses of my soul. His yellow skin contracted into a scowl and his long white beard twitched with unac- countable rage. This strange being appeared to wilt, and his voice broke into a hoarse whisper. This house must never be investigated. You shall learn a few of its secrets, as have others, but alsovl he grew vehement and burst out- even as they have died, you also must perish with your knowledge! I sprang towards him, but a concealed door opened in the wall, through which he darted, and I was brought up with a jolt against hard plaster. Infuriated beyond reason, I bounded to the door on which I had first knocked. I grasped the knob and a tingling shock passed up my arm. Closing my eyes, I charged like a mad bull at the offending door. In the meantime some force had automatically opened the door. Meeting no resistance I was flung into the room like a shot from a catapult. My Lord, I was in a mirrored room. Most dreaded torture. Every- where I wildly beheld myself! A door opened! What more horror? I rushed towards it with a stifled shriek! I stopped! My inhuman Captor stood in the doorway with a young man whose face was distorted with agony and whose mouth frothed blood. I leaped towards his tormentor, sending out a powerful blow. My fist was shattered against plate glass. I tore madly around the room, seeking in vain for that mocking face, but the powers of reflection utterly defeated me. The fiend soon tired of this sport and he closed the cleverly placed, mirrored door, and I was left to my half-mad self. Insensible to my throbbing hand, I beat and kicked the walls, bruising myself countless times, until I finally sank to the floor exhausted. God, the horror of it! My image appearing every- where, I could not distinguish which were the walls, which the ceiling or which the floor. I closed my eyes, and with the shutting out of the terror of the place, my poor mind once more began to function in the manner of an outraged normal person. XVho screamed in the first place? Who is this mad-man?', l'Who was the victim that he had in the doorway? These were a few of the unanswerable questions that I addressed to myself. I knew I could never escape from this room, so I reluctantly resigned myself to my fate. I thought of my friends-I had no family- and I wondered if they might think that I was just another victim of The Terror-Good Lord! This inhuman devil might be that dread thing concerning which the papers of New York and the whole country were printing amazing accounts of grewsome detail. Twenty-eight men taken from the face of the earth in the short period of six months and a half. One man every week, taken from every walk of life, from men high up in the financial and social world, down to drunkards and yeggs from the slums. The greatest criminologists and detectives were baffled. No traces of the victims had ever been found. The realization that I might possibly be in the hands of the horrible being called The Terror, goaded my mind into abnormal clearness. That elusive door was again opening! At last it swung wide and I walked towards it, slowly and sanely. Alas! I touched cold plate glass. Continued searching rewarded me in the end, and I passed from that fateful room, not knowing where I was going but determined not to die in this House of Mystery. I found myself in a long corridor, at the end of which was a door. I crept stealthily to the door and gingerly fingered the knob. This one apparently was not electrically charged. I cautiously opened the door and stepped into the room. It was dimly lighted, yet coming from the bright corridor I could see nothing. Horrors! The door was swiftly and irresistibly drawn from my retaining grasp! With a muttered exclamation I sprang to it. It was locked! I then realized that the room was in the grip of inky blackness. Terrorized, I groped my way, seeking a support of some kind. I felt something cold! It felt like a steel bar. Yes, after running my hand out in either direction I felt similar bars. I was touching a cage! Suddenly, as a lightning flash illuminates a storm swept sky, so did brilliant lamps brush away the Stygian darkness from that infernal room. Gradually, as my eyes accustomed themselves to this change, the vision of a little yellow man seated at a desk in a steel cage, crept into my senses. I-Ie was writing, writing, writing. My nerves broke! I cursed him with the most thorough language at my command. He absently raised his eyes, surveying me most dispassionately, then said: You already have heard one scream. You shall hear yourself scream many times, in terror as yet unknown to you or any other person in the outside world. My weekly victims have all died in fright and terror. Every man's self control has its end, they scream and cower. The proof is still going into these volumes. He tapped them as he spoke. He had admitted with his own lips that he was The Terror. As a reporter, I was acquainted with the magnitude of The Terror's efficiency, this must needs be the end. Seing me speechless, his white beard lifted in a contempuous sneer. He turned, pressed a button, a door sprang open, and a full grown lion with bristling mane burst into the room. He roared! I tried to emit a shrill cry of acute terror, but my throat only swelled and strained. My vocal cords were paralyzed! Then the lights went out! After one more hungry, ferocious rqar the beast was as silent as a grave. His unblinking, baleful eyes stole round me and I, hypnotized, followed them. He leaped! I swayed and fell, but somehow I could not faint. The jungle cat's foul hot breath fanned my face but, miraculously, he did not touch me with his cruel claws or fangs. Go, Cato. Just one peremptory command and the lion slunk away. The lights went on and I rose to my feet, white and shaken after my fearful ordeal. Braver than the rest, but my theory is based on rock foundationf, was all this unbelievable creature said, but he added with a hair raising shriek, The next must not fail. Two men entered the room. I ran to them, gazing at them in mute appeal. The Terror laughed a mirthless laugh from behind the steel bars. No use, no use, he croaked. They have no tongues, their ear drums are pierced, and when I operated their minds went -and he snapped his fingers. They led me, too weak to resist, into another room. I was laid on a platform, face upwards and strapped there. Gazing dumbly to the ceiling. my mind vaguely recorded that directly above me a section of the ceiling was studded with long knives. My God, that section was moving down upon me! Ten feet above me I saw the evil, distorted face of The Terror gazing down at me through a foot square glass win- dow. He was riding down to my death on his instrument of torture! I was unable to yell for mercy or helpg even if I could have done so it would have been useless. If only I could mash that gloating face into pulp, even as it was about to witness me so mashed. I gave a violent heave! N0 avail. The face was Hve feet above me! Four feet of life now left to me! I gurgled inarticulately! Must those fatal knives pierce me? I offered up a prayer. The face of The Terror faded. The first prick of the knives! The stab of death! Oblivion- My eyes fluttered open. I immediately closed them for they were dazzled by streaming sunlight. Where had The Terror gone? Was this Heaven? I was convinced that it was. That pure sweet smell of clean- liness could issue from no other place. But no-a low, well modulated voice was speaking. You'll be all right now, old boy. You saved the young man, but the beastly truck battered you up pretty badly. Automobile accident? Then this was a hospital! And The Terror? Only a figment of my delirium! -Charles Towne, ,30. I in A LIONIZED For some years an adventurous spirit had urged me to become an explorer of the regions little known, and the opportunity for a trip to Africa having presented itself, no time was lost on my part in making a hurried departure for that lost continent. It had been raining all day in the tropical fashion, heavy outbursts of showers subsiding to intermittent downpours, to terminate in sunshine which was only deception, and turned to rain again as soon as We left our comfortable shelters. We were out for lions. Anyhow, my native guide was particularly expectant, but whether animals would venture out in the bad weather was a question. We beat up hill and cross heavy growth brakes, but found nothing. Then we entered a specially dark section of the brush, as was our CLlSt0m. Anyhow I began to semi-circle the area, coming up on opposite sides of the marsh. Suddenly, not three yards in front of me, I heard a low growl, and looking through the tangled Creepers, I saw one of the biggest lions on which it has ever been my opportunity to gaze. What to do? The beast commenced to lash its tail, its anger mounted. With a savage snarl, and muscles tensed, slithering jaws opened and hooked talons extended so as to make the most of a golden opportun- ity, the beast sprang at me. High and handsomely it lunged, just as I, with an instinctive movement, slid face forward to the ground. Faintly, I noticed that the lion had passed high over my head, and landed in the bushes beyond. All was silent for several moments, then curiosity prompted me to crawl back in the direction in which the beast had disappeared. Quietly I approached a small clearing, and there, with a perfect expression of humility and disgust on its face was the lion-practicing low jumps! E. Malcolm Sftllllillfd, ,28. THE LOVE OF A FATHER High in the sky the sun, a mass of molten copper, Beat mercilessly down upon the desert town, Algiers. A man dressed in the uniform of the French Foreign Legion, gazed out across the burning sands. A man free after five years in the legion of the damned, free to go his way across the sea to a far off country. Birds were singing in the trees and on the broad blue bay a thousand sparkling lights reflected the glory of the sunset, but in the heart of Jerry Sloane was the blackness of despair, the terrible thirst for vengeance of an innocent man who had suffered at the hands of one whom he had trusted. Deep in Jerry's heart burned a stifling hatred for his father. A hatred born of a fiery indignation and a deep humiliation. His father had sent him to the Foreign Legion, this much he knew, and in his un- reasoning fury, he cared not nor reasoned why. There was not much for him to live for now, with his father turned against him and his brother dead. He choked and a sob broke in his throat as he thought of the brother he had adored. Handsome as a young God, Jim Sloane was the center of Jerry Sloane's lifeg Jerry, who had never been adored and whose weak body could never stand the strain of too great exertion. He had never understood his brotheris death. No one would tell him much about it. He had died while Jerry was in Algiers. Pneu- monia they had said. But Jerry would never believe them. Pneumonia could never kill Jim. Slowly he made his way through the streets at once so strange and so familiar, seeing not where he went, his vengeful spirit leading him on. His father had been a lawyer, successful and in the prime of life. Now Jerry found him a broken old man, his practice gone and his hair turned white by the burden of many sorrows. The old man looked up as Jerry entered the room where he was. His eyes brightened and he said simply, I'm glad to see you, son. He had seemed happy, but his expression changed at the look in Jerry's eyes. Son, I know why youlve comeg I've been expecting you. I've blundered and done wrong, but I did it all for you. I'1l have to start way back when you and Jim were boys together. You were always the weak one and you loved Jim far above all else in life. I knew that. When you were young, he fought your battles for you, and always he was near in trouble. One thing he could never do. Jim was not able to draw that fine line between right and wrong which marks the man of integrity. Jim was a fine lad, nothing can alter that, but he had not your judgment and discretion. A few weeks before I sent you to the Foreign Legion, Jim got into troubleg somehow, I never asked him about it, and he never told me. His associates have never been of the best, that much I knowg he got mixed up in a gambling dispute of some kind and in fit of anger shot and killed a man. I knew he would be convictedg there was no way out. I wanted to keep you in ignorance of your brother's crime, son, and I knew then as I know now that you would never forget your father's name. I wanted to put you where no knowledge of your brother's dis- honorable death could reach you, and in doing this I, myself, sinned. Man can only do the right as God gives him to see the right, and in the blindness of my love for you, I sinned. My own sacrifice has been nothing. I tried to keep the faith of one son whole, I failed, but no matter, I tried. People call me a failure. Perhaps they are right. But no man is entirely a failure who has tried to do his best by those he loved. The old man fell silent, and a tide of love and shame forever banished the shades of doubt from Jerry's heart. He looked out of the open win- dow. Twilight was falling, and a glorious sunset trailed its last bright banner down the western sky. God's sunset made beautiful by the promise of a new day to follow. -Barbara Wells, '28. L V ,, H- - 1 ' l Q THE RACE 'lWell, Jim, I'm glad thatis done! But I ean't see yet how I snapped that axle. I wasn't doing a bit over seventyf, joe Speed, the young auto racer, rolled out of the grease in the pit and lighted a cigarette. He was a young man of about twenty-five years of age, tall, slender, and exceedingly good looking. Must have been a flaw in the steel, remarked Jim Barnes, Joeis mechanic, giving a last turn to the hub cap. Wheel her out on the track while I get my gogglesf, Joe called over his shoulder as he raced toward the shed. In a few minutes he was seated in the car, listening to the roar of the twelve cylinders. After looking at the dials, he cut the steady roar of the motor, and turned to Jim. She's all set for the big race tomorrow, he said slowly, and I,vc got to win. With the 55,000 prize money, I,m going to quit. Ann and I are going to take Andy back to Hilldalef' Abruptly he stopped, let in the clutch, and slid off. I'll be back in a few minutes, he called back. im stood watchin him flash around the track. oe took the turns . g . . at top speed. In Jimls eyes was a look of admiration and envy. After ten minutes of workout, Joe drew up at his shed. Lock her up for the night, jimf' he said. I,ll probably be around again later. With this he left for his hotel. At 7 o'clock Joe entered the lobby of the Landslide Hotel. He glanced around, then started for a corner of the lobby. Ann, he called in a happy voice, I've got 'er all tuned up! I'm so gladf' Ann Pennington stood up, and Joe clasped her hands firmly in his own. She was a young girl about twenty-two years old. Her light, brown hair was stylishly bobbed. Brown eyes peeped from under long lashes. When she smiled, one caught a glance of flashing teeth. She wore a tight-clinging dress of gold, with gold pumps to match. Joe paused, stepped back, and gazed at her. Gee, he murmured, You look wonderfulf, Then in the manner of Americans he turned to more practical channels, Shall we eat?,' Yet, let's,', she answered, But I must find And ff' I I'l1 get himf' offered Joe. There he is, talking to the house detcctivef' exclaimed Ann. At that moment Andy caught sight of them and rushed over. He was a typical boy of Hfteen, whose main ambition, was to be an auto racer like Joe. Lo, sis and Joe, he called. I'm starved. Let's scofff' Andy, if you don't stop picking up new slang, I'11 send you home to motherf, warned Ann. I I After the meal they went to an early show. Joe left Ann and Andy at about 10 oiclock, and then hurried to the track. The shed was locked, and Jim Barnes was sleeping inside. Joe returned to his hotel for a good night's sleep. The race was slated for 2:30 in the afternoon. Ann and Joe arrived at the field at about 1:30. Andy was nowhere to be seen when they left, but as he had his ticket, they thought he had gone on ahead. As they walked toward the shed, they saw a small form open the door, glance around, and then dart in. Why,', exclaimed Ann, that was Andy. What's he doing in there? I don,t know, said Joe. That shed's supposed to be locked! They had almost reached the closed door, when it opened and Andy sneaked out. Joe grabbed him. W'hat were you doing in there? he demanded. I didn't do anything! I didn't do it! Didn't do what?', demanded Ann. Didn,t do nothing, said Andy, sulkily. Was just looking at the car. Leggo of me! At this moment Jim appeared around the corner of the shed, oil can in hand. What do you mean by leaving the shed unlocked? shouted Joe. Don't you know that some of the racers would wreck the car if they got half a chance? I just went across to the station to get this oil, protested jim. I haven't been gone two minutesf' u Andy opened his mouth as if to speak, glanced at Jim, closed it, and fell into deep thought. Well, I guess no damage has been done in that time, said Joe. Is everything ready? . Yes, sir! assured jim. Gas, oil, water, and air, everything. u Roll her out, then I'm going to take Ann and Andy to their seats. And Joe and Ann walked off in the direction of the stands. Andy trailed along. Joe,,' said Ann, as he was about to leave her. Joe, don,t take any chance. I'd rather you'd lose than get hurt. Why, Ann, of course I won't take any more chances than neces- sary. Not when I know we're going to be married after this race, and go to live at Hilldale. But there's the warning bell! He kissed her hurriedly and ran off. Five minutes later Joe was seated in the twelve-cylinder car, wait- ing the signal. Joe heard the voice of the starter, I will din the flag half down, twice. The third time it will go way down. Start on the third dip. All ready?', Joe saw it dip once, he gripped the wheel tighter, twice, what was that noise at the track-side, then a voice sounded above the steady hum, 1 l Stop, it shrilledg 'iWait a minute. A boy leaped into the track in front of the cars. Gee, it looked like Andy, Why, it was Andy! The surprise of the thing left the starter with his flag half raised. See, here, what do you mean by stopping the race like that? he de- manded angrily. Please, sir-one of the cars-has been tampered with. The-the driver donit know it,', Andy gasped out, for it was Andy. Nonsense, the starter replied. Then, Which car? The white one, said Andy, pointing to Joe's car. What's the matter with it?', the starter asked, Walking toward the car. The front wheel, it isn't on tight. Grab him, he broke off sud- denly and made a flying tackle at a doubled-up form in greasy overalls, who was trying to sneak by, in an effort to reach the gate. By this time Joe was out of the car. He hurried up to Andy and his victim. Why, he exclaimed, It's Jim Barnes, my mechanicln Andy sat up. Willing hands held Jim, who was trying to break away. ' The wheel is loose, said one of the other racers. It wouldnit have lasted half a lapf, Let's hear your story, said one of the judges, who had come down to the track. A Yes, sir, said Andy. I came to the track a little early. I found the dodr to his shed open, and he pointed to Joe. I went in to sit in the car a few minutes. You see, I want to be a racer, he explained. In the half-darkness I didn't notice him, he pointed to Jim. He had a wrench and was loosening the front wheel. I-Ie grabbed me and made me promise not to tell. He threatened to kill me if I did. I-Ie let me go then and slipped out through a trap door in the rear of the shed. In a few seconds he came around the corner of the shed and made -Ioe believe he had just been to get some oil. I was afraid to tell at first. But I like Joe. I-Ie,s going to be my brother-in-law, he added by way of explanation. Well, what have you to say? asked the judge of Jim. Aw, he's right! I was jealous of Joe. I wanted to get him out of the way, then fix up the car and race it myself. But after that kid started hanging around, I should have known better than to try any- thingf, he finished in a growl. After a short consultation, the judges announced that Jim Barnes would not be allowed on any race track in United States, except as a spectator. As no real damage had been done, he could not be arrested. After fixing the wheel, the race started. Five minutes later, excited and enthusiastic track followers were congratulating Joe, on his winning of first prize. Joe smiled and waited for the congratulations which he would get later. --Gmydon Lockwood, ,28. l , I '7'5'T TTHE SONG OF SPRING The Nightingale is silent, Who sang so loud last May. But Robin from an apple bough, Whistles a roundelay. The Nightingale's a lover, His song is always sad. But Robin's just a merry wight, Who pipes because he's glad. Come, Robin, whistle louder, My heart is full of woe.', So Robin piped his blithest note, And yet 'twas soft and low. Ah, happy daysf' sang Robin, And must you really pass, With blossoms from the apple bough And daisies fom the grass? Ah no, ah no, sang Robin, You'll surely come again For Spring always follows Winter As sunshine follows rain. The snowdrop first, sang Robin, The violet, then the rose. Though last year's nest be empty, Who knows, sad heart, who knows?,' -Wfilliam D111-field, A ROCKY ROAD The World admires a Man who can fight Against terrible Odds and Despair. The Man who can slave with all his might Against both Misfortune and Care. If he can stave off Defeat with a Valiant arm, His Trials become less and less. I-Ie's a Man whom Fate knows She cannot harm, S0 She finally gives him Success. -Charles Towne THE SWAN SONG Parks and squares all over the East Side were crowded with people thirsting for fresh air. It had been the hottest day New York had known for many years. Reports of death from sunstroke and ex- haustion had been numerous and terrifying. Now at the hour of dusk the struggling, toil-worn mob fought each other again, battling for places on benches, doorsteps, at windows or on porches. At a certain particularly crowded little park, the last rays of the setting sun seemed to linger with a vengeance. Crying babies and tired women, old men, children--dogs-garlic, perspiration-cheap jewelry- Italians, Chinamen, Frenchmen, Hungarians, Germans, Poles,'-bright colors, somber colors-oh! what a jumble of everything there was there! Lave it to the rich to take everythin' the poor havef' said a stout Irishwoman in a dirty gingham apron. She was addressing a thin Jew- ish woman in an equally dirty apron. The two were sitting on an already crowded bench under a scraggly tree-the only one of which the park,' could boast. Sure they can't get enough fresh air in all'West Side, so they come down here and rob us! Bad luck to them!,' The lady's voice was neither low nor refined, and it was evident that her words had reached the ears of him for whom they were intended. He was a well-dressed man who appeared to be singularly out of place in that environment. He was sitting on a crowded bench- squeezed in between a German and a Jew-scowling deeply. Perhaps he was wondering if the Irish woman's words contained any truth. He hadn't intended to rob any one. He did not really know why he had come there. He was restless, he was puzzled, so he scowled. At another rather pointed remark from the Irish lady-he arose. He was tall, well-built, and well-groomed. Although no longer young, he was still good looking and attracted much attention wherever he went. He was the kind of man one would look at twice. In a word- he had personality. With a fine disregard of the existence of the Irish woman and her companions, he left the park. Aimlessly he wandered through street after street. All the time the question lingered in his mind-why had he come? There seemed to be a fascination for him in the dirty, crooked by-ways. Into the heart of the slums he went-on and on. He gazed at life on every side, found it often ugly and occaisonally beautiful, and through it all he remained impassive. And then suddenly he stopped. He stood still and listened. He was standing at the corner of a street whose squalor and ugliness sur- passed those of all its neighbors. He was directly in front of a ram- shackle, red-brick building. From a room over his head, the piercing, sweet notes of a violin came to him. Whoever wielded the magic bow was an artist in the true sense of the word. For a few, breathless minutes the listener remained so still that in the proper environment he might have been taken for a statue. His attitude revealed the musician. Tbwz he knew why he had come there. The man was moved so strongly that he could not resist the tempta- tion to discover the identity of the unknown player. Regardless of the teachings of the Book of Etiquetten he entered the ugly building. He groped his way through a dark and unpleasant hallway until he came to a short flight of stairs. Stumbling because of the darkness, and nearly breaking his leg over a stair that wasn't there but should have been, he at last reached the top. Opposite the landing was a rickety door. Immediately his sixth sense told him that it was flat' door. With a strangely beating heart he stood in front of it for a moment. Then, hesitatingly he put his hand upon the knob-and went in. The first object upon which his eyes fell was an old Italian woman with white hair. She was lying upon an untidy couch in the corner of an impoverished room. Evidently she had not noticed his entrance as her eyes were closed. There was a frown upon her deeply wrinkled face, and she was muttering in a low, peevish voice. Then his eyes found the musician. He was a young man of about twenty-four, evidently an Italian also. He had a wonderful face, yet his body--his physiclue-was a great disappointment. He was about Hve feet eight inches tall--yet he appeared to be even shorter because of his stooping posture. He was thin-pitifully so. His skin had the unhealthy pallor of the chronic invalid. This pallor emphasized the dark- ness of his great eyes just as the beauty of his face emphasized the imperfections of his body. All this the man took in with one critical, appraising look. The young man was standing at an open window looking up at the peaceful sky, in which the first evening stars were beginning to twinkle. He continued playing, unaware of the stranger's presence. His theme was the slow movement from Beethoven's Sonata Appas- sionataf' The beautiful, mournful notes filled the room. In spite of his position, the stranger knew that he had never before heard such music. It seemed to him that the young man was playing with an intensity of feeling seldom, if ever, attained. The throbbing, hungry notes wailed with the loneliness-the great, aching, loneliness of life. The shrill, crying tones told of suffering-and again and again their pain and agony ended, leaving the baffling question still to be solved. It was not the voice of the violin speaking-it was the soul of the Italian who played it. And when he stopped, it was because his emotion had become so great that tears were streaming down his face. Magnificent! cried the stranger-forgetting everything in his enthusiasm. Immediately two pair of eyes were turned upon him. The one- quick and sharp, the other-soft, questioning, and filled with tears. Without any trace of embarrassment at being found in tears, the young Italian smiled and said, I am glad you liked it. His voice was soft, and his perfect English was untainted by any foreign accent. If he experienced surprise at the appearance of an unknown man in his room -he did not show it. Perhaps he had had other visitors before. You are wonderful! lV011rlcrf111, I say! You must come with me -I will- Geno!,' The voice of the old woman was excited and angry. Her quick, fIuent Italian poured forth like the waters of a babbling brook. The stranger, understanding the language, plainly realized that his in- trusion-at least to her-was unwelcome. Yet he continued when she stopped for breath. I will make you famousf' he said, Where did you learn to play like that? Instead of the grateful look he had anticipated, an expression of pain crossed the face of the young man addressed as Geno. That was my farewellf' he said quietly, and without a trace of bitterness. What? The look of indignation in the stranger's face and the surprised tone of his voice kindled an answering spark in the young Ital- ian. Suddenly he threw caution to the winds. In spite of the woman's furious glances and shrill admonitious, he broke forth. I do not know who you are or where you came from,', he said, but God knows I need sympathy tonight. You shall hear my story. When I was a baby, my father-a widower-came to America. He brought with him his violin, my nurse Nana and me. Behold Nanaf' pointing to the aged woman. One day when I was three years old, Nana snatched Cor rather threw, me away from the jaws of Death in the shape of an oncoming automobile. Although I was quite safe-she was hit. It was in that manner that she became a cripple-and I owe her my life. Up to my thirteenth year I was very happy. I loved my father after a fashion, but I saw him very rarely as he was continually away on concert tours. From my early childhood my violin has been everything to me! It has been companion, friend, sweetheart, mother-all. When I was sad- it comforted me. When I was happy-it sang joyously. When I was lonely-it soothed me. When I was afraid-it cheered me. I love it! I love it! Here his voice broke. My father died when I was thirteen. His concert tours had been very expensive. He had been on the verge of Success-but Death came and robbed him of it. Nana and I were thrown upon our own resources. We came here. I was forced to work in a dye mill among people with whom I could not associate, try as I would. That was eleven years ago. Unsanitary conditions, poverty, and a weak constitution have resulted in lung trouble. All my life I have had no love but my violin. I could not associate with these people-not that I am any better, but for me there has always been something greater-my violin. All the hours I could steal away from my work or Nana, I have spent with it. But now, I must leave it. I will die. The Doctor said that working all day and playing all night was killing meg that if I would live I must give up one or the other, that my best chance was to go West. I have no money to go West. If I were alone--but I must support Nana. To her I owe my life, such as it is. Nana has always hated my violin. She is jealous of it. She believes that it has robbed me of my health, of youthful com- panions, and love! She must live, and I owe her the duty of a son. For Nana's sake I must live as long as I can, for now that she is old and weak, I cannot abandon her. For her sake I must not die-yet. So to- night I made a vow to Nana, before Our Blessed Lady, promising that I would give it up. Give it up-my soul! This is my last night. I shall play all night. Nana does not realize, she thinks giving it up will help meg only God knows what it is! I will live for a little while and work for Nana. But I will not live long, no, for I cannot, without it. The bitterness in his voice was not pleasant to hear. He had made a struggle to hide his suffering-he had tried to be loyal to old Nana, who loved him in her blind fashion-but it was hard. The stranger read through the lines. Startling to relate, a smile spread over his face, for he had plans of his own. He had often learned of Selfish Youth, Cruel Youth-here he met something different. Here, perhaps, it was Old Age that was selfish. Old Age that should have learned and been generous. Yet the man believed that all would yet go well with young Geno. I am Marvini, he said. Three words. They were flu' three words to the World of Music of which he was King. I am Marvini, he repeated. I will give you your chance. 'lMy God! -that was all. It was enough to let the great man know that Geno understood what he might have if he would grasp the opportunity. Silence-tense silence-reigned. Then the rasping, querulous voice of the old woman broke the strain. Geno! Babble, babble, babble. A look of incredulous amazement crept over the face of the great Marvini. But surely, you will not let a foolish oath stand between you and everything worth while? he said. Do you realize what I offer you?' A note of concern had entered into his voice as he watched the beautiful, strong face of the young Italian. Nana is excited, he said. I am sorry, but I must ask you to leave us. I thank you for your offer, but I cannot accept it. You have come too late. You refuse? The young Italian bowed politely. He could not say no again. He crossed the room and opened the door. It is dark, he said, be careful when you are going down the stairs. Good-night. The great Marvini slowly left the house where he had found a great soul in a small body. There were tears on his face as he heard the wailing, sobbing notes of a violin crying out its own beautiful dirge. They followed him out into the darkness, and he could not forget. -Isabel Warner, '29. IN TERLUDE One Monday mornin' I hears somebody a-yellin' an' a-callin' fit ta split a-body,s ear-drums. I jumps up like as if I was abed with a pin 'er a jack-knife ,er somethin' along the meat-choppin, line, ta see what's the rumpus. S'matter? I sez terrified-like. Yer maw aint feelin, s' good! sez paw, who,d been makin, the racket. Ma aint well? Aw, gee! I sez. Well, aw right, I'm gittin' up!', So I struggles an' gets dressed an' when I arrives down stairs, there's pa jest about swimmin' around in dirty pots an' pans a-cookin' breakfast. Well, ya know, paw, he likes ta cook an' thinks he kin do it swell. Well, maybe he kin, but glory! I never see anybody mess up so' many utensils, and does he git mad when ya say anythin'! jest you use your imagination. Finally, pa, he starts a-cuttin' bread like he was feedin' the army, great thick hunks, ya know, 'bout as thick as the marble slab on a soda fountain. Well, I begins to git nervous, 'cause I'm jes' catchin' on. Paw,,' I sez, keerful-like. Paw, you ain't cuttin' them fer my lunch, be ya?,' What's it to ya? sez he. Oh, yes, he's awful cross in the mornin'. Well!', sez I, Theres a limit to everythin' an, my mouth aint no ex-ception ta the rule! He didn't say nothin', jes' went right along puttin' on butter. Paw! I sez agin, 'Paw, I'll fix my lunch! You better eat cher breakfast, sez he. It,s a-gittin' late! So I keeps a-eatin', but somehow my appetite aint so, good. I can't help thinkin' I better save some room fer them boomers. The more I looks at 'em the more uncomfortable I gits. Well by an' by, I gits a idea. I sez: Paw! Zat the right time? S'a fur as I know! he sez. I-Iumph! I sez. I guess pa got kinda cur,us, like I knowed he would. Finally he sez: Why? Well, I sez, nothin, personal but-er-didn,t chew have a pint- ment with Mr. Jones-'course I dunno, but seems zat way to me! By gosh!', yells paw. Them blueprintsln An' off he goes. I breathes a sigh 0' relief an' sets ta work a-sawin' them mam-mouth samwitches in half. It was an orfil job! By an' by, after I gits through a-carvin' I starts a-huntin' up paper, an' after I nose dives into a couple 0, cupboards an, most buries myself in everythin' from pots an' pans ta jelly preserves, I finds a little brown ball which srraighrens out ta be a poor attempt at a hunk o' wrappin' paper. I breathes a big sigh full o' relief an, then I goes back an' starts a-fittin' the paper 'round the eats. By an' by, it does fit, but I aint got no string. Well, now, I aint pattin' myself on the back none, 0, course, cause I aint that kind of a gal, but I would like ta say, I got some patience. S0 I leaves my package, gits a piece o' string 0' good stren'th, an' when I goes ta tie it on the bundle, there's the sam-Witches a-settin' in the middle of the paper-which is now flat like a plate. I jes, natchally gives up. Jus, then I spies a paper bag, also the clock. Lawse,,' I sez, it,s ten afterlv So then, I shoves them works of art into the bag, puts it on the table, an' grabs me hat, an' coat, an' books, an, other instruments o' torture, an' takes my self off ta school - Minus the lunch. Now, I ask ya, aint that human nature fer ya? -Virginia Becker, '30. WHEN WE WAS JES' KIDS 'Member the day the new kid moved in, An' ya stuck aroun, an' made frenz? How ya bragged about every glory and sin An' tole lize by the milyun an' tenz. 'Member-huh? 'Member? 'Member how whenever you fell down, Ma'd take ya up on her knee An, kiss the bump an' rub stuff all aroun' An' ya promised how good ya would be? ,Member-huh? 'Member? 'Member the time yer conscience first pricked An' ya felt so turribul bad, An' fin'ly ya tole ma that cha ought to be kicked An' she 'splained that she wouldn't be mad? 'Member-huh? 'Member? Well, then nex' ya fell, so gol darned smart An' ya wanna be big, an' get clover, 'Member it hurts ma, deep down in 'er heart, An' it's her as what loves ya, ferever. Let,s ,member--huh? 'Member? -Virginia Becker, ' 3 0. DAWN Darkness! Then across the sky A gleam of light, A ball of fire, Shot up from the depths of darkness- Dawn. -Betty Hunmer, '28. EIGHTEEN MONTHS You'll be dead in eighteen monthsf' came the verdict. The answer came as a thunderbolt to the tall, good looking, pale- faced youth who was perhaps twenty years old. Recently graduated from Yale University at the head of his class, John Boyd had gone to New York to study law. While studying, he had become ill and was advised by a former classmate to see a doctor at once. Following his physical examination, John had asked the doctor for his frank opinion of the case. Eighteen months had been the physician's answer. As he stumbled down the single flight of stairs to the street below, he muttered, Eighteen months! Eighteen months! T. B. in its worst form! Oh, my Godln He wandered aimlessly about the city in this frame of mind until his strength failed him, then he sat down on a stone step to rest. Looking up, he read the sign: Lincoln Memorial Library. As this was a place where he might rest in comfort, he climbed the stairs and entered the reading room. For a time he stared silently around himg then slowly he began to turn the pages of a sporting magazine. The pages were blank to himg but suddenly as though through a mist, he reads the words, Invalids-attentionf' He continued reading, then sat upright and said softly to himself, I may as well die in the Canadian woods as anywhere. One hour later the train leaving for Montreal, Canada, carried a very sick boy bound for the woods to while away the remaining months of his short existence. John left the train at Campellton, a little town on the Matopedia River. Here he bought his equipment, and hired a guide for as long as he would be needed. A week later found the two young men encamped in the heart of a great pine forest. For three months John did no work. He arose late in the morning and retired early in the evening. During the day he took short walks through the woods. At first he rested often, but gradually as the quiet, the rest, and the wholesome food took effect upon him, he increased the length of his walks, and rested less. The fourth month on a longer stroll than usual, he came upon two men blazing the trail for a road. This road was to be cleared by the lumbermen in order to travoy the logs to the river. They told him to follow the blazed trees, and he would come to the lumber camp. He did so. After watching the sawyers fell a few trees, John was seized with a new idea. Why ean't I have a physique like that of these men? Why can't I work as they do? Work! That's it! By God, I shall work! I shall become well! With these thoughts in his mind, John made his way to the camp office. He opened the heavy door and entered. The only person in sight was a grizzled old Irishman. Can you tell me where I can find the camp superintendent? Why yes, me bye! The camp superintendent is meself. What can I be doing fer yez? I,d like a job, was the answer. Slowly the Irishman looked John from head to foot, then slowly shaking his head, he said, We want men, my bye, not lungers. You'd kill yourselff, My time is up in fourteen months anyway, came the slow response. I'd like to die tryingf' Hired, answered the Irishman softly. John returned to the pines to break camp and dismiss the guide. He was to begin gradually to accustom'himself to the routine of the lumber camp. His first job was to be scaling. This meant measuring the number of feet cut each day and seeing that each crew cut more than the minimum number of feet. Easy as the work was, compared to the strenuous work of the chop- per, it was harder than John's weak body was used to. Never before had he gone to bed so tired that he could scarcely seep but never before, had he had such a goal to work for. The first week he almost died. His lungs were sore from the bitter cold. His face was chafed from the sharp winds. His body ached, but his mind was clearing of those terrible words, Eighteen months. He was too busy to think of them. For two months he kept this job, working eight hours a day and sleepingifourteen. He ate more at one meal than he had been accustomed to eat in three. Then, as he gradually became a little stronger, he Was given harder tasks to do. He carried water for the cook. He split firewood, he washed the men's clothes. He did many little odd jobs that were strengthening him. At the end of six months he was stacking and piling the brush and cleaning away debris to prevent forest fires. At the end of eight months he began to limb the trees that the choppers felled. Each day, each week, he rested less. Each day, each week, he be- came a little stronger. His breathing was becoming easier, his muscles were hardening, his face was filling out, and his cheeks were beginning to show a little color. A miracle was happening, he was slowly, slowly re- gaining his health. He was winning his uneven fight. He was con- quering one of the most terrible of all diseases. It was at the end of a year in the lumber camp that he cut his first tree. The great test had come. Could he endure the body-racking toil? If he could, he would hope to become a strong man. If he couldn,t, it would mean the Hnish, just a little sooner. Over fifteen months had passed since a boy had gone stumbling blindly down a flight of stairs, with the doctor's words ringing in his ears, You,ll be dead in eighteen months. Now this same youth was swinging a heavy axe in tune to a happy song. He was working an eight hour day at the hardest kind of manual labor, and enjoying it. Watching the youth's valiant struggle was having its effect upon the camp. The men, who first had laughed at the weakling, began to notice his game spirit, and to aid him. They worked harder, cut more timber, and increased their own wages. The camp was beginning to see an era of good feeling, perfect harmony reigned between bosses and men, profits increased and stockholders were happy. During the next down-river drive, the old doctor was sitting in his office, wondering what had become of the boy to whom he had prophesied death. Suddenly he heard a rush of feet on the stairs, and the door burst open. There stood before him a tall, lean, brown-faced man. It was the same, yet a different person from the one who seventeen months ago had been in a dangerous condition when he left the doctor's office. Hello, Doctor, came the cheery greeting. My eighteen months are almost up, but here I am livelier than everf' I'm glad for you, my boy. But where have you been? What have you done? I didn't think it possiblef' After ,telling him of his trying ordeal, John left the office and re- turned to the lumber camp with a light heart and a happy mind. Nearly a month later the doctor sat at breakfast table, drinking his coffee, and glancing through his morning paper, when a small item caught his eye. He read as follows: 'fSpecial to the New York Times-Montreal, Canada, April 18, 1928. A. PJ 'Lumberman killed by falling tree. John Boyd, late of New York City, was killed this afternoon by a falling tree.' ,' The doctor read no further, the paper fell from his nerveless hands. Eighteen months, he whispered, Oh, My God! james A. Lawrenccf, '28, SONG OF THE NIGHT I heard a song-a melody, From out che myst'ry of the night, A tender strain of harmony Sobbing thru pale moon-light. Softly, it swelled on the scented breeze! Yet 'twas a symphony so complete! I sensed its echoing thru the IYCCS, And wept at its death in the deep. -Virginia Becker, 30. WHAT D0 I GET OUT OF IT?', Come here, Archibald, and shell these nuts. They have to be done right away. Oh, that boy gives me a pain. He's always eating. Archibald! I'm coming. Gosh, cantcha give a guy time to eat his dinner? I just started. Just started! Why, it's half past one already. Come now and do as I say, and Judy fairly pushed her stout brother Archibald--Stuffy by nickname-out of his chair. Heavens, brothers are a big help in this h0use,', she added disgustedly as she watched Stuffy slowly munching his ninth cookie. Well, what do brothers get out of it? I'm not getting anything out of this shindig and still you work me to death, complained the fat boy as he reluctantly started his task. Judy was giving a party the next night and she was frantic with Stuffy taking it in his slow easy way while they were all on pins and needles for fear something would go wrong. The Garfields lived in a small New England town which was for- tunate in having a very fine beach where many Wealthy people spent their summers. It was called the Point,' by the people in the village. As Stuffy finished the last nut with a sigh of relief he brought them to his sister who exclaimed: Well, thank goodness you've finished them. An old friend of mine has just returned to town, and of course she,ll expect an invitation. You will have to go right out with it.', Stuffy protested in vain. By means of a bribe of ice-cream, Stuffy was made happy. I suppose this is going to the Glens, teased Stuffy holding up the invitation. The Glens were the wealthiest people in the i'Point and were very prominent. Say, I guess there's no chance of the Glens coming to my party. It would be lovely, but there's no possible reason why their Pierce-Arrow should be driving up to our door. It's worse than dreaming to try to imagine that. Now run along, Stuffyf' she said. The boy started down the road at a slow pace, moodily considering the three mile walk ahead of him. Why couldn't that friend have stayed away a few more days instead of taxing a poor delicate boy's strength. lt's enough to walk it, but without anything to eat, it's simply wicked. I'm liable to faint any moment, mourned the fat one disre- garding the fact that he had just finished dinner. Well, if it isn't 'Lanky,' he exclaimed spying a tall thin boy wheel- ing a bicycle. Whatsa matter? Oh, my old boat is busted again, complained his friend. Just leave this to me. I'1l have this done in a jiffy, bragged Stuffy throwing the invitation down, sprawling on the grass, and suddenly com- ing to life. If only Judy could see how ambitious he was then. It was fully an hour before the job was completed and the boy was on his way again. It was getting late, and he began to get worried about the invitation and to wonder if he would be late for supper. As he was hurrying along, he heard a timid voice call out, Could you show me the way to the 'Point?' Iim afraid live gone farther than I realized. Stuffy turned around and saw behind him an old woman, evidently quite frightened. I,d be glad to go with youf' offered Stuffy. The lady was very grateful, and the boy assured her that she was no trouble although he was quaking inwardly about his errand. They walked alongand were chat- ting away like old friends. Stuffy told her all about the party and his trouble with the invitation. As they rounded a bend in the road, they heard the toot of a horn. They were surprised to find a car on such a forsaken road as this, and more surprised to have it slow up beside them. At a glance Stuffy saw that it was the Pierce-Arrow of the Glens. Is that you, Mother? We have been looking all over for you, called out a cheery voice from the car. Oh, it's Joe. I'm glad you have come. I was getting worried about myself and this boy. He has been very good to me. I don't know where I'd be if he hadn't happened alongf, Stuffy blushed and stammered something about its being no trouble. Thank you very much, son. I'm very grateful to you. Mother often strays away and we are anxious about her. Hop in and we,ll take you home. Where to? inquired Joe. Just a minute, Joef' interrupted Mrs. Glen. This boy has an errand to do and I think you ought to help him, and she told him the situation Stuffy was in on her account. Joe Glen was glad to be of some help to the boy. After leaving his mother at the Glen's beautiful summer home, the two started on their way. Stuify was feeling quite important as he no- ticed thc people in the village stare at him in the Glen's car. He chuckled to himself as he pictured Judyis surprise and delight at seeing the Pierce- Arrow stop at their home. Joe heard all about the party and became so interested that he found himself wishing he was going. Do you suppose your sister would mind if I dropped in on her party tomorrow night? I'm fed up on this society stuff, he ended disgustedly. Wl1y, she would be in seventh heaven if she could have a 'Glen' at her party, teased Stuffy. Then you don't think she'll mind? he inquired eagerly. He was reassured by Stuffy and later invited by Judy, for Stuffy had invited him in. After being introduced, Joe insisted on helping Judy decorate. It's all going along fine, but what do I get out of it,,' came from Stuffy who was already on his fourth helping in the kitchen. Joe looked puzzled, but after an explanation from Judy, he under- stood that Stuffy didn't see what he got out of the party and all his troubles. My sister is giving a carnival for the benefit of the Fresh Air Fund, and she has no one for the ice cream booth. Do you think you could manage it? asked Joe. Do I? I'll say I can. That will be the easiest job I've ever hadf' and Stuffy really stopped eating for a few moments. Judy laughed and called out, Now, what do you get out of it, Stuffy? -Anne Hope, '31, THE ENEMY Oh, John. What on earth do ye want, Nan? Can't ye see I'm tryin' ter shoe this dang hoss with the flee-bitten ears? Stand still, you old battleaxe! But, John, that Indian friend of yours is coming down the trail. Not only that, but he is acting mighty strange, reeling from side to side.', Now, Nan, I wish you wouldn't always be suspecting that Indian. Why, my goodness, look what a good friend Little Fox has been to me. Just the same, John, I can't help feeling uneasy when he is about the house. Well, I guess this shoe will stay on this old fire-eater for awhile. Any way I might as well go up to the house and see what Little Fox wants. I wish you would. I,d feel much safer. Oh, Nan! John Baxter had been one of the first men to join the westward movement of civilization in search of better land set aside by the Home- stead Law of 1870. Like the true pioneer, he had stayed despite hard- ship and threatening disaster, thus proving himself a man of perscvering nature,-brave, fearless and enterprising. Arriving at the mud hut which was home to John Baxter, he entered the main room which served as both living room and dining room. It was sparsely furnished with only the things of most vital necessity. There was no one in the room at present, evidently Nan had retired to the kitchen with little Georgie, the baby, and Joe, the wilful son of twelve, who was much inclined to follow in his father's footsteps. The one thing that bothered Baxter mostly and which was on his mind the greater part of the time, was the fact that Nan, his-wife, could not come to feel friendly toward his friend, Little Fox, an Indian chief, who had proven his friendship to Baxter time and again by many helpful acts that had made the Baxter farm possible. Deep in thought, Baxter did not notice that any one had entered the room, until he was suddenly brought from his reverie by a startling How! grunted diseoncertingly from behind. Wheeling about, he was brought face to face with the smiling count- enance of Little Fox. In his relief Baxter did not notice anything strange about him. But, regarding him more closely he was startled to see that Little Fox was evidently under the influence of liquor. Baxter immed- iately sensed danger, for it is very evident to any man of the desert that an Indian under the influence of liquor is nothing more than a tool in the hands of the Devil. Becoming tired of discussing the topics of every day life, Little Fox, like a true athlete, swung the course of conversation into the channel of sports and: Howum 'bout you and me have one heap big wrestle, huh? zz No, Little Fox, not tonight. No, tonight? 1rNO.r1 How?' .. No,', said Baxter, sensing the dangerous ground they were treading. Many times before Little Fox had wished to wrestle with him. Each time he had refused. I have had a hard day in the fields, Little Fox. I am tired. Huh,,' spoke the Indian defiantly. Wliite man weak. Need long, long rest. Here, me give you long sleep! A knife gleamed in the hand of the Indian and prompted by a devilish delight, it slowly rose and swiftly fell. Baxter staggered, a knife driven to the hilt in his heart, and without a word, he slipped to the floor-dead. Little Fox stood above the fallen man, gloating over his handiwork. Then, not yet satisfied, he lifted his head skyward and throated the bloody war- whoop of the desert Indian. Within the kitchen, joe, who had been watching the whole of the episode through a knot hole in the rough hewn wall, jumped back as though from a detested animal, swayed and grasped at his mother. Soothingly she drew him to her and asked what had happened. I-Ie's killed Dad, whimpered the eringing child. Standing up under the shock of this terrible piece of news, the mother's thoughts immediately centered on the safety of her children. Staring about wildly for some means of escape, she whirled about at the report of a rifle, followed by an unearthly screech and a sickening thud. Standing before her. with a smile upon his young face stood Joe, a smok- ing rifle in his hands. David Van Ausffnll, '30. Master of all surrounding domain- A worthy knight indeed, Behind him lay his victims-slain He, gallant leader of his steed. Op'ning his mouth and waving his flags, I-Ie bellows loud- Cash paid for rags! Lillian Al1llL'1'S0lI, '30. PATHS OF KNOWLEDGE For some the highway of learning Has been paved with anxious fears, The pages of textbooks turning Show the traces of bitter tears, The faces of teacher and mother Bear the lines of toil and care, They oft found it hard to smother The feelings of utter despair, But with infinite patience, born of the need They appealed to head and to heart, And they have achieved a triumph indeed For with honors these scholars depart. To others, the path is one of ease, Everything seems to come their way, They respond to teaching, as plants and trees To the warmth of the summer day. They welcome the call of the old school bell. In study they find greatest pleasure, A glorious future their friends foretell, Teachers praise with unstinted measure. May this wondrous gift these scholars retain And seek to improve with passing hour, For in this lies success, and honor, and fame, Remember that always Knowledge is Powerf, But all have at last reached graduation Whether through sunshine or tears, The school for us has laid foundation For the superstructure in coming years. Remember the battle is not to the strong, Not always the swift win the race, Success will attend, if our whole life long With sweetness and courage, stern duty we face. Then let us continue the work well begung Steadfast endeavors be ever our ruleg And, when the goal is reached and the victory won, Give just mead of praise to our own High School. I. A. Lrzuwwzce, ,28 SOCCER BALL Back Row: L.-R.-Coach Mr. Parks, Maynard, Zima. Middle Row: Lockwood Pritchard, Hammer, Welton, Capt. elect Deming, NVoolley. Front Row: Lawrence Rust, Capt. Broderson, Savoy, Clohn. ' BASKET BALL C. V. H. S L. CHAMPIONS. Front Row: L.-R. Lockwood, Savoy, Capt, Whalen, Hammer, Mannix. lvliddle Row: Welton, Ambrose, Woolley, Rust, Caqt. elect Deming Back Row: Timer Carlton, Coach Mr. Parks, Scorer Lawrence. 1 so cra GBASK JBALL if Q SEBESLLA ' T 4 t- 1 iffv xi S .. SOCCER Although Wethersfield finished the season at the bottom of the Cen- tral Valley High School League, it was never outplayed during the season. Only once did it lose a game by a margin of more than one goalg that was a 2 to O defeat by Bloomfield on the latter's diminutive pitch. Wethersfield played its first game on its home Held against Glaston- bury. The game was hard fought with some fine work displayed by both elevens. Hebel,s penalty kick in the first half gave Glastonbury the lead. In the second half Lawrence's corner kick found its way under Glaston- bury's post, and the game was tied. The game stood a tie until twenty seconds were left to playg then a hard Glastonbury drive straight at Zima's face caused the Wethersfield fullback unconsciously to raise his arm for protection. Hebel shot his second perfect boot of the game and the victory went with it. Wethersfield won its first victory of the league from Windsor. The home team scored early in the Hrst half when Lawrence drove a perfect shot between the bars. Soon afterwards Hammer drove a long try over the heads of his own line, and the ball went true to the Windsor goal for a counter. As the half ended, Meier drove home a beauty for Windsor. ln the second half Hammer scored again. A penalty was called on Zima and Skubliskas made good on the free try. Then almost on the next play Mossow tied the count at three-all. Play continued at top speed as time grew short. Both goals were repeatedly threatened, but it was not until Savoy took the ball almost alone from the middle of the field and, after some clever dribbling, drove it home, that the knot was broken. In the next game Portland High School took a hotly contested soccer game from Wethersfield, the score being 3 to 2. Wethersfield took the lead in the first half when Savoyls hard drive went through. Unkemiez made a penalty kick resulting in a tie one-all. Portland took the lead in the second half on Muskatalla's corner kick. Savoy's twisting drive tied the score again, but Parcak drove the winning goal through Wethersfield,s goalie. Bloomfield defeated Wethersfield at the Francis Stillman Field the following week. Playing honors were evenly divided, neither team show- ing a marked advantage over the other. Our boys won the next contest, a practice game with Kingswood. This is the Hrst that Kingswood has played Soccerg and they may be proud of the passing and teamwork exhibited in this game. It was dur- ing this game that Lawrence received a serious injury to his knee. This was our only injury in soccer for the entire season. In the game that followed with Windsor,'we were defeated by a score of 2 to 1. Both teams showed a marked lack of co-operation in their play, though both fought hard and with fine sportmanship. Beck- er's play at goal for the victors stood out. The soccer eleven closed its season by traveling to Portland and win- ning a brilliant victory of 2 to 0 over the strong Portland eleven. The Wetherslield defense tightened, and the sterling play of Lockwood and Zima gave the Wethersfield goalie a comparatively easy time. The High School played the Alumni on Thanksgiving day. The game was played in a continual drizzle, but both teams played well. The High School trimmed the Alumni by a score of S to 1. The Athletic Council awarded W's to the following members of the soccer team: Captain Alwyn Broderson, Captain-elect Francis Deming, Malcolm Coleman, Karl Glahn, Harold Hammer, John Hope, James Law- rence, Graydon Lockwood, Howard Maynard, Fred Pritchard, Fred Rust, George Savoy, James Welton, Burton Woolley and John Zima. -Francis Deming, '29. 1 BASKETBALL Wethersfield, with only three seasons' experience on a basketball court, finished the present 1927-1928 season as champions of the C. V. H. S. L. under the excellent coaching of Mr. Parks and the leadership of Captain Whalen. As a result of this season's play the C. V. H. S. L. trophy, a beautiful sterling silver figure of a basketball player mounted upon an ebony base, was presented to our boys. The trophy is to become the permanent possession of the first school in the League to win it three times. Weth- ersfield and Windsor have both won it once. We hope that it will re- main in our possession permanently! Of those players who were outstanding in our games were Harold Hammer, a brilliant forward and high scorer of the League, and Captain Dick Whalen, an excellent guard as well as a dependable scorer. Both of these boys were members of C. V. H. S. L. all-star team. Graydon Lockwood, our efhcient center, represented W. H. S. on the second all-star team of the League. Individual awards for basketball in the form of letters Went to Cap- tain Whalen, Harold Hammer, Graydon Lockwood, John Mannix and George Savoy. These five W's were large eight-inch letters signifying league championship. Three subs also received the regular basketball letter, Captain-elect Francis Deming, Patsey Ambrose and Burton Woolley. In regard to the other teams in the C. V. H. S. L., no better sports- manship could be found anywhere. In defeat and victory all teams showed an excellent spirit which we appreciated, this makes us proud to be members of such a league. In the league, W. H. S. won six games and lost two. Winning two from Windsor Locks, two from Bloomfield, one from Windsor, and one from Glastonbury. Of those games played outside the league, W. H. S. won four and lost fourg several of the losses by only one or two points. I A great deal of enthusiasm and fine backing was shown by the stu- dent body and by other Wethersfield boosters. Each home game found our gym overflowing and Wethersfield was also well represented at out-of- town games. I know the cheering and encouragement did much to pull us through the tight places. The Wethersfield Business Men's and Civic Association showed their gratitude by inviting the basketball squad to be their guests at their annual banquet. Every man of the squad spent a happy evening and they again thank the Association through this paper. In the inter-class games held at the close of the varsity series, the Freshmen showed that they were not all green in the court games by tak- ing the inter-class championship, winning four and losing one. Captain Rust, Cummings, Haertel, Lundgren, Newton, Tooker and White, all members of the '31 teams, were presented with their numerals. An in- teresting feature of these games was the Senior's four-man team. NATIONAL ATHLETIC SCHOLARSHIP SOCIETY The awarding of memberships in the National Atheltic Scholarship Society of Secondary Schools to six of our boys shows that we have athletes who are also excellent scholars. Membership is given to those boys who win a letter in a major sport and at the same time have held a scholarship average, higher than that of the average of the whole school for three consecutive semesters. Those received into the Society this year were Alwyn Broderson, Karl Glahn, Harold Hammer, Graydon Lockwood, James Welton and Burton Woolley. All of the boys were members of the soccer football team that represented Wethersfield in the C. V. H. S. L., and all the boys won letters in that sport. Burton Woolley, ,28. BASEBALL As our athletic department goes to press, Wethersfield High's base- ball team has just been organized. On April 27th we played and won our Hrst Central Valley League game, defeating Windsor S to 2 on our own diamond. The game was without spectacular interest, although it was well played considering that our practice was limited due to weather conditions. Captain Mannixis excellent pitching held our opponents to six scat- tered hits. Wethersfield's hits were forced from Jackson when hits meant runs. The batting honors of the day went to Savoy, who hit safely three times out of four times at bat. In the first play-off of the League, Wethersfield, Windsor Locks and Bloomfield defeated Windsor, Portland and Glastonbury respectively. In these other games 'tBob', Lynch, Bloomfield twirler, starred, striking out fourteen Glastonbury players. Wethersf1eld's prospects for a successful season are good, as the team is strengthened by the addition of Hammer, Harlow, Savoy and Tucker, who are filling the vacancies left by last year's graduates. Under the leadership of Mannix, and the coaching of Mr. Parks, Wethersfield has an excellent chance of bringing home the cup from Windsor Locks, the cup which the latter has held for two years. If XVindsor Locks wins again this year the cup will remain in her permanent possession. The Ulf, in the last sentence is big, however, and with our good chances we hope that next fall will Hnd the cup on our trophy shelf. -Bzzrfrm Woolley, '2 8. AN ATHLETIC RETROSPECT G. H. PARKS Two athletic seasons of this school year are completed and the third- baseball-is now a sturdy infant. When the final summary of the Central Valley High School League results were compiled the Wethersiield booters were securely packed away on the bottom shelf. But did you see the boys in their two final games? If you did, you will certainly agree with me that the teams which were rated higher up in the final standing were very fortunate that they had the completion of the schedule to save them from further meetings with our boys. The Wethersfield eleven had found itself and in those closing con- tests our boys played a brand of soccer superior to any which any other team in the circuit had exhibited at any time during the season. They were a team-a well-oiled, smooth-running machine which exhibited a type of skill and, above all, a perfection of sportsmanship and morale which could not fail to quicken a coach,s pulse, for pride and for satisfac- tion in this the greatest possible reward for his efforts. The story of our basketball season is very different-yet similar. How different the Blue and White of Wethersfield looked at the close of the basketball season floating bravely above the colors of the other schools in our league-a tip-top shelf to rest upon, a championship and a trophy won. What more could a coach wish for his team? What more could he wish in order to call the season a complete success? I am sure that I do not shade our boys, glory in the least when I state frankly that I could not join fully in the enthusiasm which greeted our squad at the close of the league season. The team had won its games, but there was something lacking, something which spectators, and, perhaps, most of the boys, did not miss. It was that something which deafens the ear of the athlete to every applause, which blinds his eye to every other image than those of his teammates, the ball and the basket, which curtains from his mind every other thought than those of complete sportsmanship for the honor of his school and his teammates, which compels him to be a perfect cog in a constantly perfect machine. In a post-season schedule of games our quintet had its chance to remedy its play. Did the boys take advantage of this opportunity? A thousand times, ya! Those of you who are reading these lines and who also witnessed the final game of our basketball season realize my meaning, I am sure. I challenge you to name a flaw in our boys' play that even- ing: offense, defense, sportsmanship, morale. Could a more perfect cur- tain have fallen upon our successful season? For those boys that evening I want to say the greatest thing a coach can say about his boys: THEY WERE A TEAM.. Too much cannot be said in praise of such success on the part of a group of boys who have worked under the poor playing conditions which our boys have had. For them and to them I want to say that they have fulfilled for me a lifelong desire to try to mould a team from inexperi- enced material. Wethersfield furnished me the inexperienced material two seasons ago and now, with but three playing schedules cofnpleted we have seen A TEAM. My full credit goes to the boys who are capable of developing such skill, such sportsmanship, such morale-and lucky is the coach who has the privilege of working with such a type of young manhood. And baseball --il. You must fill in the blank, for the successes of our nine, now untried, will be history as you read. GIRLS' VOLLEY BALL Girls' Volley Ball has had its first season in Wethersfield High School. Many enthusiastic girls came out to learn the game, and there were usually more than enough for two teams for practices. Bloomfield girls were also introducing volley ball, consequently we were started as close rivals. As Bloomfield was the only school near us which played volley ball, they became our only competitor. We played our first game with the Bloomfield girls on their court. The Wethersfield team won two out of the three games, thus winning the first contest. The next two games were played on our court at the Francis Stillman School. In the first, we were again victors in two out of three games. In the final game, we won the first two games. Be- cause of the location of the court in Bloomfield, the girls there were un- able to have as many practices as we had during the rainy weather. We were fortunate enough to practice in the Francis Stillman gym when it was impossible to use the outdoor court. The girls who participated in the games were: Annie Pracon, Phyllis Hardy, Arline Pierson, Katherine Jones, Katherine Boscarello, Fern Wolf, Florence Murray, Barbara Wells, Katherine Willard, Vera Coates and Captain Helen Little. We are greatly indebted to Miss Hanscom and Miss Farris for their capable coaching. -Helen Little, '28. Mun C, ru JW, mmmwx O L, .4 fly , Q X e g K -A h ,T F. K , 'aa-SOA ,ms 1 Elf Ps ss1N 3gg54i 'U , s a xis: . KU 1 YI 00 91, A 'QV' t M an K ff fr -' .H i s , :bm i :-- ..- Q 1 -f'-, X . ,,.:, A- :-'?I,e E2.- , 5 L Wm' emu, V C W vLw.,.4,d LW rom Such As These Crow Presidents 5 School notes FACULTY The school year 1927-1928 opened with four new teachers in the senior high. Miss Ada Haskell, who teaches history, came to us from Edward Little High School, Auburn, Maine, where she was head of the history department and dean of the girls. Miss Helen Higgins and Miss Ruth Manter are both from South Paris, Maine. Miss Higgins has charge of the Commercial Department and Miss Manter is the supervisor of music and the director of the orchestra. Miss Sally Croll, who graduated last year from Storrs Agricultural College, is teaching History and Civics. In October, Mrs. Lucy Buck came to relieve the heavy teaching schedule in the Junior High. , In February we were very sorry to lose Miss Margaret Hanscom, who left on account of illness. Mrs. Ruby Pease of Springfield is taking her place. ORCHESTRA This year, the orchestra under the leadership of Miss Ruth Manter, has been playing classical music rather than jazz. The orchestra was well received when it made its first appearance at the Senior Play. Those in the orchestra are: Pianist-Isabelle Warner Drums-William Carlton Cornet-Walter Lundgren Banjo-Clyde Salmons Violins-Sol Hershman, Lyal Ryder, Edward Willard, Fern Wolf, Lawrence Herman, Williani Fern, Howard Besaw and George Cummings. GLEE CLUBS Under the direction of Miss Ruth Manter, separate boys' and girls' clubs have been organized this year. The glee clubs participated in a contest held in Glastonbury, April 26. Although they did not win a prize, everyone was pleased with the fine spirit they showed. STUDENT GOVERNMENT Due to the cooperation of the students and teachers, the Student Government has been steadily improving. This year it has accomplished a great deal. To better conditions during the hour from 12 to 1, noon hour permission buttons have been issued. As soon as a student misuses his privileges, the permission is taken away. The noon hour problem is being solved in this way. SENIOR ASSEMBLIES This year a new plan was devised for Senior Assemblies. A com- mittee consisting of a faculty adviser and one member from each class, has charge of the programs. The Senior member acts as Assembly chair- man. This year we have had several interesting speakers, athletic assem- blies, and a play, The Man from Brandonf, presented by students from the English Department. DOG ROASTS During the fall term, the various classes had their annual dog roasts, The Juniors and Seniors started the season with their dog roast at the island Everyone had a jolly time playing games, eating the hot dogs and sand, and later singing songs around the fire. i The Sophomore dog roast was held early in October. The time be- fore eating was spent in gathering firewood and playing games. After the hot dogs had disappeared, a few more games were played, then every- one trudged home, tired and foot-sore, but very happy. Early in the fall the Freshmen, accompanied by the faculty, had their annual dog roast at the uislandf, Everyone had a good time at this first class event. FRESHMAN RECEPTION The school social year was started by the Freshman Reception, given by the upper classes. Each Freshman was met at the door and had a green ribbon tied around his arm. Entertainment consisted of dancing. VICTORY DANCE A Victory Dance was held in the Charles Wriglit Hall in February. After the dancing, Mr. Parks gave a short talk. He urged everyone to give their support to the teams of Vfethersfield High. The dance ended about eleven o'clock. Parts i SENIOR PLAY The Senior Class presented The Youngest by Philip Barry in Grange Hall, in December. The theme of the play was interesting and amusing, and the differ ent characters were well portrayed. The cast included: The Youngest-Richard Winslow ......... ...JAMES WELTON Nancy Blake .,....,.,...........,......, ,...,,.,...... Oliver Winslow. .. Mrs. Winslow ..... . Muff Winslow ....,,.. Mark Winslow ..,...,,.,.. Augusta Winslow ....... Alan ..,. ..,.........,.. Katie .. ,. ..,.,..... MILDRED HANNUM BURTON WOOLLEY ...............BARBARA WELLS DOROTHY I-IARTMAN JAMES LAWRENCE ELIZABETH HANMER . ,.,., GRAYDON LOCKWOOD . ..,... THELMA MacLACI-ILAN THE FRESHMAN-SOPHOMORE PRIZE SPEAKING CONTEST The freshman-sophomore Prize Speaking Contest was held April 4 in the high school hall. The selections were both well-chosen and well presented, all of them requiring a specific characterization by the speaker The first prizes were won by Arline Anderson and Dudley Stannard the second prizes by Mary Donahue and Samuel Breslov. CLASS PARTS Valedictory.. .,..,...,.....,......... ...,,..,,....,.,.. B eatrice Stockwell Salutatory ....,..,..... ..,,.. ,...,.........................., G e rtrude Francis Gifts ...,.......r..,. Dorothy Hartman and Graydon Lockwood Prophecy ,,..... .... ,.,..,...., ,... R u t h Towne and Mary Dennis Will ..,...............,,...,.,,.,...... Florence B111 and Agnes Rogalla Banished Duke . Duke Frederick ,.... Amiens, 1, Le Beau Q i i' Jaques ,..,...,. Charles ,..,. Oliver ...,.... Orlando ,,....... Rosalind ,........ Adam ........... Celia ......,.... Audrey. ,......... Touchstone ,..,..,. n As You Like It .Elizabeth Hanmer ..Howard Maynard ...George Savoy Malcolm Stannard Horatio Harlow ... Burton Woolley James Welton Mildred Hannum Richard Hughes Arlene Brown .......,......Helen Little I ...James Lawrence JUNIOR PROM The annual Junior Prom was held in the Charles Wright Hall on March third. The hall was attractively decorated with balloons and streamers in the class colors, purple and gold. Patrons and Patronesses were: Mr. and Mrs. P. S. Willard, Mr. and Mrs. Edward James, Mr. and Mrs. O. J. Moulton, and Mr. and Mrs. R. J. Anderson. ' As a reward for their cooperation in selling tickets for the Senior Play, the Seniors gave the Freshmen a party. The Freshmen turned out in large numbers, and everyone had a splendid time. RABBI WISE The Parent-Teacher Association is to be commended for bringing before the people of Wethersfield the noted speaker and writer, Rabbi Stephen S. Wise of New York. The association invited the Junior and Senior classes of the High School to attend as its guests. In his talk, which was entitled, The Best and the Worst in American Life Today, Rabbi Wise offered his views on many questions of great importance. COMMERCIAL DEPARTMENT Some very splendid work has been done by some of the girls of the senior commercial group under their instructor, Miss Helen A. Higgins. On March 17th, three of the girls, Gertrude Francis, shorthand, Agnes Rogalla, typewriting, and Josephine Mazo, bookkeeping, took part in the State Contest at Bridgeport, Connecticut. All of them did very good work and Miss Francis was mentioned twice in the results for accuracy. During the year Miss Gertrude Francis has won six awards in type- writing, three from the Royal Typewriter Company, and three from the Underwood. Agnes Rogalla has won five awards from the same companies, and Mary Pracon won one silver pin from the Royal Type- writer Company. Besides the bronze, silver and gold emblems from the typewriter companies, Miss Francis and Miss Rogalla have each won a Competent Typist Certificate, signifying superior skill, from the Gregg Publishing Company. ifiathange Eepartmcnt ffl ' 7s . , X 2, x E' . . . if Ti' O wad some power the gzftze gze us 5 ' To sec oursels as ithers sec us! F .jg It wad frae many a blunder free us, J f n V H , An oolish notion. -BURNS. As We See Others: The Lasso -Canaan High School, Canaan, Conn. We like your Topics in Brief. Why not have more stories and editorials? The High School Herald -Windsor Locks High School, Windsor Locks, Conn. Your paper is very interesting. Your idea of having a department for each class is very good. The B005fern-Bryant-Stratton College, Providence, R. I. Yours is a good business paper. Where are your poems? The Tatilern-Bloomfield High School, Bloomfield, Conn. You have a well-arranged paper. Your editorials are excellent. The Emblem -Lewis High School, Southington, Conn. Your dedication is good. Haven't you an exchange department? Essex Wfays'-Essex High School, Essex, Mass. Your magazine is interesting. We think some cuts would improve it greatly. The Orange and Black -Middletown High School, Middletown, Conn. We like your paper very much, especially the Literary and Joke Departments. The Sig11l1oar1l -Baypath Institute, Springfield, Mass. Your paper contains much interesting news about school activities. Why don't you have some stories in it? The Perils --Orange High School, Orange, Mass. XVe like your magazine. You have an excellent Literary Department. The Blue and Gold --Lakeville High School, Lakeville, Conn. The way in which you handle your exchanges is diHerent and clever. The Commercial News -Commercial High School, New Haven, Conn. A good paper. We like the department called Hoot Mon. H0'mesjJ1m --Central High School, Greensboro, N. C. Yours is purely a literary paper. All material in it is exceptionally good. The Ieslern-Ellsworth High School, Ellsworth, Me. Your paper is interesting, but we suggest that you have fewer and better arranged advertisements. As Others See Us: Yours is a complete and interesting paper. - The Tafllerf, Bloom- field High School, Bloomheld, Conn. Your Literary Department is exceptionally good. You must have a lot of literary talent at Wcthcrsfield High School. - Essex Ways, Essex High School, Essex, Mass. An elaborate publication. We recommend your advertising depart- ment. Advertising such as yours is the dream of every editor.',- The Signb0ara', Bay Path Institute, Springfield, Mass. 'lt is a pleasure to exchange papers with you. Your Senior Statistics and jokes are 'just great., -The Laurel, Farmington High School, Farmington, Maine. The 'Elm' so green of Wethersfield, where Junior High is taught, An enterprising paper, that, with all good things combined, If anything, we'd rather that a few more poems we'd find. - The Blue :xml Golzlfl Lakeville High School, Lakeville, Conn. 'lY0u have an excellent paper. Your Literary and Joke Depart- ments are especially good. We hope you call againf,- The Orange am! Blackf' Barton Academy, Barton, Vt. We think your book is very interesting. The French stories and personals fSenior Statisticsj are well written, and the poem by Miss Dixon, 'All Sorts of Bo sf is deservin of raise. We send our con- : - Q -y g P . gratulations to Miss Dixon. The neatness and arrangement of your stories and jokes is worthy of all consideration given them. -BryantStratton College, Providence, R. I. Commented on : The Lasso -Canaan High School, Canaan, Conn. The High School Heraldy'-Windsor Locks High School, Windsor Locks, Conn. The Booster',-Bryant-Stratton College, Providence, R. I. The Taffleru-Bloomfield High School, Bloomfield, Conn. The Elnhlelrf'-Lewis High School, Southington, Conn. Essex Ways,'-Essex High School, Essex, Mass. The Orange and Black --Middletown High School, Middletown, rr ff ff Conn. The Sig11hoanl -Baypatli Institute, Springfield, Mass. The Penis -Orange High School, Orange, Mass. The Blue ana' Golf,-Lakeville High School, Lakeville, Conn. The Commercial Newsv-Commercial High School, New Haven, Conn. Honzesp1uz -Central High School, Greensboro, N. C. The Iesferv-Ellsworth High School, Ellsworth, Me. -Gertrude Francis, '28. '5? 5Q 'Ylf0'fN Qui'-VPS 4' wgn ax ' vVLWPdiEf M- . Q V 115 A H - 0:11 45 V og'5fQQ af' 5'1 9 , fl If 1,1 1 , V- Guess' i wg, Q J i, u1- - gg 19-lbnltk - ,,., ...H -7 f '- f he L55151,fi3 g, 5 k Puff? ral-fdmw., . 4 6.1 , up Hin? W1 QQ 1 A Pk, Suu: ssofs 1. - aw O. , I . . ,ZF gf, 9? SW ip G5!5 in Q lf' if , 1322: mp lub' UWm M Q-1 'L ' ' ':1 X Q' -.1 s wl ,A ww.: X , .mn 'ii'L f:,CQ ill ' if ': . 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CLASS ODE Melody Austria Student days are fading o'er us, Faintly a new dawn appears, Realms uncharted lie before us Challenging our future years, Strong in Youthls unbounded fervor Forward press in unityg Age, o'er come by disillusion Looks to youth in adversity. Years of comradeship together, One for all and all for oneg Neither time nor space can sever What friendship here has Wong Though our way is thorned and broken Still our path lies clear and straight, Onward, now in unchecked progress, Hail our class of twenty eight! Classmates, this our final meeting, Last assembly e'er we part, Pledge our high school with this greeting Upheld by a loyal Heart! Years will place their intervention, But their span can ne'er abate Friendship, honor, love abiding For our class of twenty eight! L -Malcolm Sfammrrl, '28, Ext Qmemuxiam to JOHN CCDNNGR HOPE Born November 6, 1911 - Died january 7, 1928 To live in hearts we leave behind, is not to die. All who knew John were drawn to him by his win- ning personality and ever-ready smile. He was a good student and an athlete. His passing is keenly felt by those who have come in contact with him. GOLD IN A GARDEN K Timothy Weston, a frail, little boy, and his mother were going to live in the country. They had always lived in the cityg but at last, the chance came for them to move and to have what they had always wanted -a garden. Of course Tim was delighted, and when they were settled, he began to plan for his garden. It was springtime, so he started immediately with a new energy that pleased his mother very much. He bought the seeds he wanted and set to work planting them. He worked every day that the weather permitted, and Mrs. Weston rejoiced as he grew more healthy. As the plants came up, the weeds did also, and Tim had a constant job keeping the garden free from them. But his efforts were not in vain. By mid-summer the garden was a beautiful sight. The tall cosmos formed a background of delicate color for the brilliant zinnias and calen- dulas, and the deep blue of the eornflowers was in striking contrast to these. The grassy walk, that Tim had planted, was bordered by the shy, little blossoms of sweet alyssumg and here and there, a few poppies made a bright dash of color. Tim loved to sit under an old apple tree that grew near the garden, and gaze at the result of his work. He and Mrs. Weston often enjoyed fresh vegetables that tasted even better when they realized that they came from their own garden. The next year brought even greater beauty to the garden because all the perennials that Tim had planted, burst into bloom. The hollyhocks and larkspur nodded their heads above the other plants, and the pink and white phlox grew sociably in among them all. So in the long, summer evenings, Mrs. Weston and Tim, now strong and well, would talk of how the garden had helped and of their plans for the future. Certainly gardening is one of the best occupations, for it is not only a great pleasure, but also a help to mind and body. Many people in Wechersfield could profit by the example of Tim and his mother. As Tim would readily tell you, seeds play a great part in the results of a garden, thus if you are planning one, use Hart's seeds that are produced here in Wethersfield, because years of seed-growing have proved that they are the best. 'A' First Prize Winner, THE HART SEED CQ, Business Essay Contest, Main Street Mary Allen, '30 WETHERSFIELD, CONN. atunm ii U T t 5 THE QUESTION BOX 1. What alumni have made creditable scholastic records in their respective colleges? 2. What family is represented by three members now attending the same college? 3. Who of the class of '26 conducts the Hartford Philharmonic Orchestra? 4. Who of the class of '26 has made the hockey and track teams at Connecticut Agricultural College? S. Who of the class of '25 is making a splendid record in her first year of training at the Hartford Hospital Training School for Nurses? 6. Who of the class of '26 is to be the 1930 salesmanager for The Lucky Bag, the annual class book of the United States Naval Academy? 7. Who of the class of '27 has been pledged to Sigma Kappa Fra- ternity at the Randolf-Macon XVoman's Colege at Lynchburg, Va.? 8. Who of the class of '27 has made Lambda Chi Alpha Fraternity at Worcester Polytechnic Institute? 9. Who of the class of '27 has been pledged to the Chi Omega Fraternity at Tuft's College, Medford, Massachusetts? 10. What alumnus of '25 has made Sigma Delta Fraternity and has been on the honor roll for the past three years at the University of Vermont? 11. Who of the class of '26 has made the Varsity football team, The Gold Key, fa society for guiding Freshman conduetj and the Sigma Delta Fraternity at the University of Vermont? 12. Who of the class of '25 has been elected to Gamma Chi Epsilon, an honorary fraternity at Connecticut Agricultural College? 13. XVho of the class of '26 is to graduate this June from the New Britain State Normal School and will teach a first grade at the Center School next year? 14. Who of the class of '24 is working towards a B. S. degree at the Columbia University Night School and, during the day, working at the New York Edison Company? A REVELATION-THE SECRET OF SUCCESS There were three attractive modern houses on Bainbridge Roadg yet two of them lacked something. The third house, however, although not so expensive, was the most homelike because of its surroundings. Ralph Brown's house was surrounded by a number of colorful flower beds and a green, velvety lawn. He also had a garden in the back yard that he just delighted in. Passers-by often said, Isn't that place just beautiful?,' The next house, Sidney Weston's, was surrounded by a yellow, threadbare lawn. Sidney did not try to raise flowers and vegetables. He declared that only men like Ralph could have a garden. He was thor- oughly disgusted with Alfred Williams, his other neighbor, who spent a sight o' money and nearly broke his back every summer on a garden that wouldn't grow. Sidney was sure that Alfredis place looked no better than his own in spite of all the money and time that he spent on it. One evening the three men had gathered in Ralph's yard for a friendly chat. Ralph was clad in his overalls, the other two in golf togs. Finally Ralph asked, leaning on his hoe, Say, Al, your garden looks awful. What,s the matter with it anyway?', I don't know. It must be the soil, replied Alfred dejectedly. Soil! Rats, your soil is no worse than mine. In fact, its just about the same. That's no excusef, replied Ralph throwing down his hoe. Listen, now! Where do you get your seeds? You buy them uptown or you send away for them somewhere and pay the highest prices. Right? Well, let me tell you that the best seeds I ever got were found right here in town at Comstock, Ferre 81 Companyis. No sky-high prices either. I can,t afford expensive seedsf' The two men then seemed interested in what their neighbor was saying. K'Come into the house, and Iill tell you about them. Grace indoors he proceeded to tell them of Comstock, Ferre 86 Company, of their his- tory, of the establishment of the business in 1820, of its growth for 100 years to one of the most reliable firms in the country. He also told them of the quality of their flowers and vegetable seeds, of the fertilizers and insecticides and of the many other products that they carry. The lawn grass, he told them, was the Hnest available. An hour later the two men left to go home. Sidney, cynical as he always had been about gardening, was convinced that it required no knack but a few really good seeds bought from Comstock, Ferre 86 Company. The next spring the three men went together to Comstock's, bought their seeds, planted and cultivated them. The three houses now rival each other in beauty, and you might hear any passer-by re- mark, My dear, what attractive grounds those homes have! COMSTOCK, FERRE CO. Business Essay Contest 263 Main Street Elsie Peterson, '29 WETHERSFIELD, CONN. f First Prize Winner 15. Who of the class of '24 has been sent by the Hanson-Whitney Machine Company to their Chicago oHice to travel for them in that vicinity? 16. Who of the class of '26 has been promoted and sent to Provi- dence, R. I., by the Tar Products Company? 17. Who of the class of '26 has just completed her course at the Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School in Boston? 18. Who of the class of '26 is assistant-editor of the school paper, is a member of the Varsity debating team, has taken part in prize-speak- ing, and is lieutenant of the military forces at the University of Vermont? 19. Who of the class of '26 has just completed his first year at Northeastern University and is a member of the Sigma Phi Alpha Frater- nity? He has also carried light parts in the Repertory Theatre. 20. What alumnus of the class of '20 was married last October? 21. Who of the class of '25 is married and has a daughter? 22. Who of the class of '21 is married and living in New York? 23. Who of the class of '26 is married and has a son? 24. Who of the class of '22 was married last summer and went abroad for her honeymoon? ANSWERS 1. Charles Woodward and Minor Wells at Worcester Polytechnic institute. Wallace Willard at Dartmouth College. Mable Cody at Sim- mons College. Robbins Allen and Harold Ashton at the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis, Maryland. 2. Mr. and Mrs. Doolittle's family, of which Oswin, W. H. S. '24, is a Senior at Trinity where Horace and Howard of '26 are Freshmen. Oswin is going to Harvard next year. Horace and Howard are members of the track team this year. 3. Clarence Madsen. 4. Joseph Pracon. S. Laura DeLamater. 6. Harold Ashton, Second Classman at U. S. Naval Academy, Annapolis, Maryland. 7. Eleanor Buck. 8. Charles Woodward. 9. Isabel Wolcott. 10. Shirley Kilby. 11. Albert Knapp. 12. Edith Coughlin. 13. Ethel Sterzing. 14. Bob Becher. 15. Ed. Cody. 16. Jed Deming. 17. Katherine Buck. 18. Clifford Morse. , 19. Harry Kretzmer. 20. Wellington Macdonough. PRINTED WORDS The most significant factor in the history of the world, the founda- tion upon which all earthly knowledge rests, the key by which the past may be unlocked and brought forth into the present, faithful servant, infallible informant of man,-these terms and many more can be applied to Printed Words. Their remote ancestors, the hieroglyphics, unroll for us pictures of the Ancient Peoples, the glory of the Pharaohs and many otherwise forgotten epochs. Languages have been preserved by means of Printed Words. Wonderful literature, including the Bible, would have been lost had it not been for Printed Words. Imagine a literary world without Shakespeare to inspire it. We owe incalculable debts to those who spent their lives laboriously working on the manuscripts that have brought to us our great knowledge, but it has remained for the modern presses to put this material within the reach of everyone. Thus it is easily seen that we owe our great wealth of literature, religions, and science to Printed Words and Printing Presses. We may be secure in our conviction that the past shall always live, so long as Printing Presses live, for Printed Words comprise an unbroken chain between the Past and the Present. Today, what could be done without Printed Words? It is a proven fact that the public can be reached only through Print. What manufac- turing concern could operate without advertising its products? How could the public be informed of world events if not through the services of the Press? A Printing Press is a synonym for Printed Words. When you re- ceive a circular from a retail store, announcing a sale, thank the Press. When a printed notice reminds you of something you would have dis- liked to overlook, thank the Press. Every day you have blessings placed in your hands, for which you may thank the Press. It is only by comparison that we can hope to appreciate the Press. Think of a Monk, slowly working with a quill pen and parchment paper, exhausting himself after marking down a few pages. Now think of a huge press, tirelessly turning out any form of printed matter, hour after hour, with high speed and accuracy and at minimum cost. The Press is one of the greatest servants of mankind, and wise peo- ple make use of a good servant. THE TAYLOR Sv. GREENOUGH CO. i' First Prize Winner Business Essay Contest 74 Union Place Charles Towne, '30 HARTFORD, CONN. 21. Pachita Hoffman Turner. 22. Ester Appelbaum Levine 23. Arabella Elmer Rosania. 24. Ruth Francis Steele. Robbins Allen, CLASS OF 1927 Youngster at United States Naval Academy, Annapolis, Maryland Everette Barnes .,.,.,...............,..,..,,....,.......i..,.,,....., Farmington Gas Station Mae Barton .........,....,..,...,.....,.,...... Connecticut Mutual Life Insurance Co. Jack Bell ....,........................,........,....,......,....,.....,... Travelers Insurance Co. Eleanor Buck .. Randolph-Macon Woman's College, Lynchburg, Virginia William Carlton ....,...., .,..,..........,,...., P ost-Graduate at W. H. S. Dorothy Carter ,,...., Ruth Coughlin ......,.. Anna Helander .,..... Duncan Hope ,.... Margaret Hope ,....,... Gladys Hubbard ....,,.., Lawrence Hubbard .,.. Elizabeth Jensen .... . .. Margery Jones ,.,.... Muriel Dacy ....... Althea Dixon ...,... Mary Dunphy .,,.... Helen Gadd ...... Vera Gilmore ..,. Jessie Halliday ,...,.. Lois Hartman ,,,.... Harold Jope .......,.....,......,..., Winston Macdonough .....,.,. Doris Maynard ............ William McCue .....,.., Margaret Peticolas .,.,.. Winthrop Pierson ...... Timothy Stevens ..... Doris Stryker ,.... Clyde Taylor ,..,.,... Madelyn Taylor ........... Emily Thacher .....,....,. ..........,.I-Iartford-Connecticut Trust Co. ....,.Boston School of Physical Education .Connecticut Mutual Life Insurance Co. A. Connor Co. ,...Hartford Steam Boiler Inspection Co. ..I-Iartford National Bank Hebron Academy, Hebron, Maine . Connecticut Mutual Life Insurance Co. Aetna Automobile Insurance Co. Aetna Fire Insurance Co., Boston, Mass. .,........,...........Phoenix Fire Insurance Co. .Connecticut Mutual Life Insurance Co. .....,......,..,..,......Aetna Life Insurance Co. Connecticut Mutual Life Insurance Co. Connecticut Mutual Life Insurance Co. .....,................,Metropolitan Casualty Co. .,.,.,....,,Post-Graduate at W. H. S. ., .................,......... ,.,...... P hoenix Bank Hartford National Insurance Co. ..,...,.,,...,.,..Hartford Fire Insurance Co. Phoenix Mutual Life Insurance Co. 86 Co. .. Southern New England Telephone Co. home ..,...,,...,.Hartford-Connecticut Trust Co. .......,..,..,...............Michael's Jewelry Store ,Connecticut Mutual Life Insurance Co. Elinor Wells.. ...... Connecticut College for Women, New London, Conn. Miner Wells ,..,....,....,...,...........................,,. Worcester Polytechnic Institute Robert Werner ......... .....,.,....,.......,. T ravelers Insurance Co. Isabelle Wolcott ,,.....,...., .....,...... T uft's College, Boston, Mass. Charles Woodward .....,.. ,....,. W orcester Polytechnic Institute Ruth Woodward ......... New Britain State Normal School MODERN HOMES FOR MODERN PEOPLE BY A MODERN BUILDER If we were to go back through the past centuries and generation, we should see that from the very beginning of civilization, man has tried with his crude tools to build for himself and his family some sort of shelter which he called a home. He was a builder. Somehow and from somewhere came to him the great inspiration to put beauty into his home. He painted pictures on the walls, built closets, and built walls for his hut. When all was completed, he could stand out- side his shelter with his family grouped around him and say, This is my home, my very own. So for the first time in human history man had a homeg not just a place for shelter, but a home. It was the dawn of civilization, and at no time has man surrendered his love of a home. To-day it is the great ambition of nearly every normal man to own his own home. Therefore, Mr. A. G. Hubbard, during his twenty years of building in Wfethersfield, has tried to make it his aim in building each house, to have it meet the requirements of a practical home for a typical, modern, wage-earning family. As such, it must be well built and it must appeal both to the eye and to the pocketbook. Each home built by Mr. Hubbard is a home of unusual interest in construction as well as a home practical in all modern plans, equipment and elevation. Each Hubbard home is attractively built in one of several styles: Old English, American, Colonial, Dutch, and Bungalow. The price of a Hubbard home is easily within the means of an average American family. Are you one of those who shares that almost universal wish-an attractive home which is really yours? If you are, you can find what you are seeking among that pleasing group of Hubbard homes. if First Prize Winner Business Essay Contest Builder Charlotte Barnes, '31 WETHERSFIELD, CONN. age X R 43067, .yr . 9 ,Q fi 4 X A IL file A Few Hits of the Season Was It a Dream? ........,.............,,..........,...,...,..............,.,.... N0 Homework Let a Smile Be Your Umbrella ..,.,........,...,.,. ......, H oratio Harlow Sheis the Sweetheart of Six Other Guys ,.,...., ...,., S hirley Lougee Me and My Shadow, .,.. .,.. ,.... ....,...,,, ..,...,,.,., J a c k Mannix Flower of Love. .....,... ,.., , ,. ,, ..,....,...,.. , ,, .,.. ...Mac Stannard Did You Mean It? ,. , ..,,.. , .. ,... 70 for a final mark Baby Feet Go Pitter-Patter . ....,......... Helen Little just Like a Butterfly .,,, ,..........,. ....,....,.....,. B o b Wells I Ain't That Kind of a Baby .,..... ...,..... A lbert Johnson There She Goes ,......... . ........... .........,...,. E leanor Hyer She's My Mammy ...,. .....,..,....,.......,..........,......, ....,... E v elyn Hartman Good News .,.,........,... .. ...,, ..,...r.......,.....,.,. ,........ .............,... N o E Xams What Do We Do on a Dew-Dew-Dewey Day . ...,. Ask Ray Landeen and Giggling Gertie ....,. The Tin Pan Parade Ruth Towne . ,.., Gertrude Francis ..,.....,.........Orchestra Changes ,.,...4....,,.,,...... ........,.,,....,..4......,......... N ew School Varsity Drag ..,,........... ...,..., P ushing a broom after school Speedy ..............,....,.......,.. .....,...,.......,...........,.. T he Seniors Among My Souvenirs ....,.,,............. ..,..... N oon hour permission button He's the Last Word ....,..... A ,.,.....,...... .....,.....,..,......,.,..,..... M r. Moulton The Best Things in Life Are Free ............ ....,.,..,.,..,....,.,... S o Pinky thinks Siazimzrdz Whatever I say goes. iVbalen: Talk to yourself then. Brody: That new girl is grace personified. Prifcbzzrzlz I thought her name was Mary. Freshman Definitions A tragedy is a play which is studied out and worked in. Comedy is a light, amusing drama, with a happy ending, the leading character usually getting married. WE WOOD SERVE YOU! Three years ago there came to Wfethersfield a company to plant itself among us and start a small but active business. At the head of this business are two men: one with twenty-odd years' experience in various business managements, and the other with thirty years' experience in the company's special business. This company purchased a tract of land with easy access to the rail- road and proceeded to put up its building. A few men were hired, a truck was purchased, and their work began. To-day the Wethersheld Lumber Company, Inc., is one of our greatest growing businesses. The company employs twenty men, and has three large delivery trucks and a large new storage shed for the pur- pose of protecting the better grades of lumber from the weather. This company is a very valuable asset to the various construction and building concerns in Wethersheld. It handles all grades and kinds of lumber necessary to building houses. Its location makes it convenient for the builders, and it delivers quickly because of the short distancesg therefore its products are cheaper! To you, Mr. Citizen, it is also of great value. If you wish to repair your fence or build your dog a new house where only a small amount of lumber is necessary, just call the lumber company or get into your car and drive over to their yards and secure the needed material. Actual proof of this is shown by the company's records, In 1927 Wethersheld people purchased twelve thousand dollars' worth of lumber in this manner. With houses being built so quickly and in such great numbers in Wfethersfield, this company has a great future. If more of the con- tractors and citizens will patronize their Unaborhood store,', the company will serve you with higher grade material and with quicker and more eflicient delivery than companies that must haul their products from sur- rounding towns can do. If you have not yet become a customer of the Wethersheld Lumber Company, the next time you need any lumber fwhether it be one foot or a thousand feetj , call the Lumber Company and ask for their rates. You will find them very courteous people with whom to do business. i First Prize Winner THE WETHERSFIELD LUMBER CO. Business Essay Contest WETHERSFIELD, CONN' Burton Woolley, '28 Wclf011 Ca sick manj: Doc, I can't take this tonic. Doc: Why not? jim: All the directions it gives are for adults, and I never had them. Miss Inman: Who was Homer? 100 Kcnndy: Homer ain't a who: it's a clout over the fence. Miss Hamm fin Biologyj: Does my question embarrass you?', foe: Not at all. The question is perfectly clear. It's the answer that's puzzling me. Duke' at Maple Diner: A ham sandwich, and please hurry it.', Waifc'r: A ham sandwich, and step on it. - Porter: Mista you suah am dustyf, Mr. Anderson fjust arriving in town after vacationj: Well, brush off ten cents, worth. Kennedy: You've got an automobile tonguef, E. Hycr: What do you mean? joe: Always running someone down. THE MIGHTY SENIORS We started from the very depths, We Seniors. And we earned our present reps, We Seniors. Many's the night we've spcnt in toil And studied till our blood could boil So that low marks could not soil- We Seniors. It seemed to us like a losing fight, We Seniors. But we fought with all our might We Seniors. And thru these four years We have fought our fears Until now we're entitled to those cheers. We Seniors. The Editor may not be a radio expert but he has struggled with a lot of Freshman Masterpieces. To Miss Leary Cans and Tins Needles and Pins When a lady gets a car Her trouble begins. THE ROAD T0 UNUSUAL SERVICE Are you going to the game this afternoon? asked Mrs. Adams. I wish I could, but I have to do all my shopping theng when I Hn- ish that it will be too late, and I shall be so tired that I shall have to sit down to restf' replied Mrs. Brown. What do you mean? I have just as much shopping to do as you have, yet I am never tiredf, cr May I ask how you do it? questioned Mrs. Brown. t'Don't you know? I thought every'one did. I do all my household shopping at Mr. Hanmer's Store. He carries all kinds of groceries as well as some vegetables, paints, candy, cigars, tobacco, and all kinds of school supplies for the children. His groceries are of a very high quality. He also takes orders for the Valley Coal Company, and his store is a branch office of the Electric Light Company. I have an account there, and I can have my goods sent on credit if I wish. Small orders get as good attention as large ones, and he is very prompt with deliveries. No wonder you are never tired, I have to go upstairs, downstairs, in and out, and almost everywhere to do my shopping, replied Mrs. Brown. Why do all of that walking when you can get all the things you need delivered to your very door, all from one store here in your own town? queried Mrs. Adams. Thanks for thc adviceg I think I will try it, said Mrs. Brown. I must hurry now to get lunch ready for the children. See you some other timef, f First Prize Winner W' Business Essay Contest 167 Main Street Frank Greene, '29 WETHERSFIELD, CONN. One of the seven wonders of W. H. S. is, Will I graduate?,, Frosb: Gee, Mannix is some guy. Sc'ronclDn1nbbrll: Why?', Firsz' D. B.: He can inhale a Camel. Mr. Parks: Standish, what's a hydrometer? Iinz: A hydrometer is what they hitch the hose to when there's a fire. Miss Sawyer: Give me an example of a plane surfacef' Duke: Brainard Field. G. Lockwood: I just thought of a good joke. B. Woolley: 'iAw, get your mind off yourself. During Girls' Glee Club rehearsal, Miss Manter suggested that the altos sing louder: and as there was not a perfect attendance, she added, I know you're only half here: Anrlrvy Ashton: I'm going to marry a doctor: then I can be well for nothing. Eleanor Arlanls: I'm going to marry a minister, then I can be good for nothing. Lockwood Cknoeking on door of girls' dressing room during Senior Playj: What,s coming off in here? Miss Clark fseeing Pinky Maynard sitting on a sofa pillowj: I've a new name for you, Howard. Pinky: What is it? Miss Clark: i Lily, and you should be sitting with your feet in a pail of water so that you won't wilt! lark Mannix: Look, that man has his lights on. IVbalrn: That's nothing. I wear mine all winter, too.', Some of these jokes were so funny that the Editors had to get up twice in the night and laugh. There are good pills and bad pills, There are pills that make us shiver, But what on earth shows those little pink ones The way to reach our liver? Miss Leary fcorreeting tense of a verb in one of Kennedy's sen- tencesj: That,s perfect, Joe. joe: It ought to beg I studied two hours on it last night! Some of the Seniors' cars are very childish for people of their age. Most of them carry rattles. HERE'S T0 A BETTER WETHERSFIELD! Twenty years ago a small coterie of pioneers in our community blazed a trail through the forest of civic indifference, the results of which have proven to be a great boon, either directly or indirectly, to all of us. Wlien we traverse our smooth sidewalks, drink of the fresh, cool water supply, and enjoy the benefits of other public utilities furnished the community, such as electricity, gas and sewer service, together with the certainty that at all times we are protected from the damage of ire by an efhcient municipal fire department,-little do we realize that it was largely through the efforts of those pioneers and their successors, through the medium of the Vfethersfield Business Men's and Civic Asso- ciation, that we are enabled to enjoy them. Much has been done, and much more is to be accomplished. The more urgent and commonplace needs must, of necessity, have been taken care of first. Now we come to the point in the program of public im- provement where the subject of civic beauty is of paramount impor- tance. The Wfethersfield Green-that central parkway so rich in folk- lore and tradition-is sorely in need of repairs and improvements. The Green is ideally situated for permanent physical improvement. With a comparatively small expense, the Green can be transformed into a beauty spot to which every citizen would be glad to point with pride. And what greater civic satisfaction could there be for one than the realization that he was instrumental, in however so small a part, in furthering this worthy cause? With the spirit that actuated the founders of the Wethersheld Busi- ness Men's and Civic Association, and with the one that actuated their forbears while tramping the Green in their grim preparation for the heroic struggle they were about to wage that Liberty might endure-that spirit of co-operation, of push', and upullv--let us get together and put this project across! Let us be active participants in civic improvement! The Vfethersfielcl Business Men's and Civic Association is a progres- sive organization, dedicated to the principle of betterment of business and civic conditions in the town of Vfethersfield. It extends to you an invi- tation to join. Annual dues are two dollars. Applications for member- ship may be made either to Mr. James B. Madigan, President, or to Mr. A. G. Hubbard, Chairman of the Membership Committee. BUSINESS MEN'S and CIVIC f First Prize Winner Business Essay Contest George Young, '30 Vlethersfield - Conn. Sol Hersbman flistening to Ruth Peticolas' singingj: Gee! there's money in your voice. Rufbz How do you make that out? Sol: I heard something jinglef' We have been informed that Locky works in the lab until late trying to find out how much horse power there is in a donkey engine. Yump: Do you want to go driving, Sunday? Sbe Cimmediately excitedj: Yes.,' Yump: Well, here are some nailsg go get yourself a hammer. Rerl fshoppingj: Have you any white ducks? Clerk: Poultry store on next blockf, We wonder did Duke plant his mustashio or did the weeds come up naturally? Most Seniors are pretty fair gladiators if you know what we mean. Mofber fto Lockyis young brotheryz Gordon, go wash your face and neck. Lockys And neck who?', Teacher in Am. Hisloryz Miss Vicino, what men can belong to the Trade Union? Miss Vicinoz All men regardless of race, color, and sexf' Miss Clark fto noisy juniorsj: Order, please. Eleanor Adams: One chicken sandwich. Miss Haskell Cin Democracy Classy: In what Ways are corpora- tions like individuals?? Arline Pierson: Is that supposed to be a conundrum? A SOPHOMORE'S ATTEMPTS AT POETRY Old Men Oh, nobody cares for me now, As I stand 'neath this maple bough. My work's been done And How As I stand ,neath this maple bough. The Wind Oh the wind blows hard. The wind blows soft. The wind blows hard and soft. And many a time and oft I walk by the bare Hay loft When the wind blows loud and soft. 1 The Millbrook Dairy, 252 Church Street. My dear Mr. Smith: This winter I was quite ill for several weeks with a swollen gland which had become infected. The source of the infection was unknown to usg so when someone suggested that the milk or some other food had been responsible, we immediately called up the Board of Health to in- quire about your milk. The report gave your milk a very high rating. It stated that your dairy is select, your bottling conditions clean, and that every precaution is taken to make your milk healthy. My parents have always been very particular about the milk supply for their children. They insist that it come from tuberculin tested cows, that it be low in bacterial count Qindicating clean handlingj, and that it be rich in quality. They say that no price is too high to pay for good milk because that is the most important single item of our diet. They also insist that if raw milk is pure and clean, pasteurization is unnecessary and that pasteurization destroys vitamins and other valuable food principles. We began using your milk upon coming to Wethersield. Mother said it was the best she had ever had delivered at her back door. Dad and we kids took to it like ducks to waterg thus we have used it ever since -OF COURSE. Yours truly, Clyde Salmons f First Prize Winner Business Essay Contest Clyde Salmons, '31 Whalen was telling the English Class about a sport article that he had read. Miss Clark: 'lWas it in the vernacular, Whalen? Dick: No, in the Sunday Courant? H. Iope: Oh, did you have a wreck and get cut with flying g a B. Carlfon: No, I was trying to read the motometer and stuck my head thru the windshield. Dick: The value of athletics is overestimated at W H S Brody: It sure isg I couldn't make the team, either Mannix: Gee, my eyes hurt! Guess Illl have to see an optimist Hughes fa few minutes later to Mannix who is suffering from hic coughsj: You'd better see a pessimist, now. 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A., ,.f,-H... -. - iifreim mf -or . -.1f. ,- - -- ----- V 'Q-,:+ ,f---::,- Connecticut's Leading Department Store THE Compliments of LINDEN FLoR1sT Hague Stuhiu Flowers Photographers for All Occasions 753 Main Street HARTFORD, CONN. 431 Main Street HARTFORD, CONN. PHONE 6-0011 O- 'I l '-O 'l ' 'l 'W ! iI '? 'I O l l 1l il I 9 '-IY'? Q F'? ?' 137135 X Syvum if a if .gf li is , QQ., eu, f 2'-5 T ' fi .avr . Q tzviwmsf Q Q., is 1.1.4. -ef M13 fwtfi .i '5ffl'f, iff- A . ' 1' f 3,11 , 1, '.ff,1wq', 02 fa-fs'f-1 fp Wy . l' 2 ft T ' 4 u I lt, 1 Mft 2 l f If '. LJ f f kk-L . :2 21 e cf! ' AWAKENING The brook was free from its cold, ice bars And leapt and gurgled in glee. A bluebird, back from the sunny South, Sang in an apple tree. Dainty Miss Violet pecped from her bed Among the grasses and moss. And the pretty spring blossoms rejoiced one and all To be free from their enemy, frost. Sweet Lady Daffodil swayed from her place By the gate in the old garden wallg And wee Johnny-jump-up cocked his bright head To hear the gay bobolink's call. In the cool shady forest an oven-bird caroled To his mate on the little nest. And the gold adder's-tongues with the lacy green ferns Brcarhed a message of comfort and rest. Alive Sbriz't'r, 7-A. THE HAUNTED HOUSE Dick Clinton and Ted Brown were out on the porch of Dick's house, lazily talking about nothing in particular, when Ted spoke, Say, let's go over to the haunted house. Ilve never been there, but I'm not afraid because I don't believe in ghosts. All right, Dick said. The ancient house had many myths and stories attached to it. Few people ever went near it. Often queer noises came from it. It had .L.. .dn- + Soc1ETY fm SAVINGS g The Pratt Street Bcmkn i' f It is our pleasant duty to state that the 1' if SCHOOL SAVINGS SYSTEM I' operated by us in the WETHERSFIELD I-IIGI-I SCHOOL is rapidly increasing its efficiency, and the records show a high percentage of deposits in propor- ,f tion to the enrollment. I This happy result is largely due to the enthusiastic co-operation I of the School authorities, and the 5 oflicers of the School Societies, to Whom we extend thanks. Q I' 1 ASSETS OVER EIETY-NINE MILLION DOLLARS 31 Pratt Street Hartford, Conn. I been said that Old Man Peters had died there and still roamed the house, and that people who had gone in had never returned. These were just tales. Situated in a hollow and surrounded with overgrown grass and tangled unkempt bushes, it presented a mysterious sight. The windows were covered with boards and the only entry was the cellar window. The boys drew near. With bated breath they crept forward. Did you bring your flashlight, Ted?', No, I have some matches, though. They came to the window. Dick stopped and gave it a hard push. It gave in suddenly with a shriek and a cloud of dust. A musty odor arose from the dark interior. Quickly they slid through. Ouch!', Ted groaned, what was that? Why it--it hit me!,' His teeth chartered violently, as tremblingly they stumbled through the darkness. Dick, light a match and hurry up. With its light they made for a flight of stairs, which creaked violent- ly as if some one were upon them. Ye-ow! screamed Dick, something cold and damp gr-rabbcd m-me by the neck. Ouchln For the love of Mike, let's beat it! whispered Ted. N-no, we can't get out nowf' Suddenly Ted fell over something with a crash, Dick going on top of him. They listened, shaking like leaves. They heard a flutter of garments and a groan ending in a shriek. Ted could stand no more. Picking himself up, Dick at his heels, he ran blindly through the darkness, thinking something was chasing them. They doubled time, and stumbled over everything. As soon as they reached the stairs, Ted stumbled and hit his head on a beam, Dick falling on top of him. With a start Ted came to. Cold sweat ran down his face. The book case and books were on top of him. I-Ie groaned as he felt of the bump on his head. In deep disgust he painfully disentangled himself from the wreckage, and rose to his feet. Walking in my sleep again! Well, that's what I get for eating mince pie before I go to bed. Brrr! I'll never do that again! -Helen Amlrcws, 8-A. SPRING Winter has gone, spring is here, The world is flowing with spingtime cheer, The birds are singing in their new-made nests, The wood folk are waking from their winter rest. The frogs are chirping in the muddy ponds, The soft spring rain comes pattering down. The flowers and trees are budding fast, And all the world has wakened at last. -Helen Sfrusfrom, 7-A. Compliments of the Hartford Secretarial School 249 Asylum Street 2 '28 8 8 You know P. Q. PCSTMA the jeweler who used to be in the Arcade, has now a loig store at 214 Asylum Street, Hartford, Conn. That shows how he handles his customers - whatever you buy of him is going to please you. N O SAYAE O MY UR I Paul Sessa CGA lu, 5 Proprietor wj gy F, Expert Shoe Repairing Q ' 1 Dealer iln ml 4 NX, Mens and Boys Shoes and B00 www All Kinds of Footwear A 5 285 MAIN sr. PHONE 9-1105 f' ' HERE r two ways to save: . T--Pooracinal and freeze or SCl'lOOl Supplles our coal and ease. You'll find O S I economy in qua ity. Th p il' ' ' osopher of economy whim first fflce upp les said The Best is the Cheapest must have had our coal in mind. THE GUSTAVE FISCHER CO 236-237 Asylum Street Phone 2-2136 HARTFORD A CIVIL WAR YARN It was during the months of the Civil War when the Union Army was losing battle after battle, that Joe, Red, Miller and I decided to save the Union. We talked it over and Hnally agreed that the best thing to do was to shoulder our packs and join the Confederate Army, there to think up some way in which we could give up the whole army to General Grant without another Union man killed. After we had done that, we would desert the Confederates and join the Federalists. We all enlisted under no suspicion. We had been there only a month when Miller got cold feet and Red died of fright. Only Joe and I remained to carry out the great plot. But since the scheme required four, that plan went up in smoke. After careful thinking we came to the conclusion that there was no other way to serve our country except by means of one very dangerous scheme. On some dark night, Joe would sneak into General Lee's tent, steal all his papers and battle plans, hand them to me and beat it. I would steal a horse down at the picket line and race to General Grant, there to hand him the papers. One cloudy night we started to execute this plan. All went well until joe gave me the papers. I stuck them in my pocket and ran towards the picket line. I was almost there when a guard shouted, Who's there?,' I almost passed out but managed to say, F-f-friendf' Give the counter sign. Alabama Pass, friend. Greatly relieved, I passed, telling him I was a messenger to Jefferson Davis. After this I avoided the guards, but I couldn't avoid the one at the picket line, so I crept up in back of him and knocked him on the head with the butt of my revolver. He fell without a word. Seeing that he was fully unconscious, I grabbed a saddle, fixed it on the best horse I saw, jumped on and galloped away. I had gone only a hundred yards when I heard hoofbeats behind me. I kicked the horse with my heels, but I couldn't increase his speed. I soon found that he had grown tired because he was old. He looked good, and that was all. I glanced behind and saw the riders were slowly gaining upon me. My heart almost sank, and I decided that I would either have to fight or be captured and maybe shot as a spy. I would fight. I had covered not more than another quarter of a mile when they were upon me. I pulled both my big revolvers and shot at the two nearest Confederates, either killing or badly wounding them both. Before I had time to fire again, all of them, at least twelve, fired at me at once. A bullet took a chip out of my ear, another put one of my guns out of commission and the rest hit and killed my horse. I jumped off just as a bullet passed where my head had been and started running for a nearby g ..al- 4- -!----O- -h..jm-h..d- -l----l- -O----h -E -I- Compliments of DR. E. G. FOX Compliments of DR. G. B. DAVIS Complimnets of DR. C. R. SALMONS Compliments of DR. A. W. HOWARD PRESCOTTS Hartford GL Wethersneld Express Baggage Transfer and Express Work of All Kinds PHONE 6-4696 36 McMullen Avenue WEITHERSFIELD - - CONN. Superior Laundry FAMILY WORK FOR PARTICULAR PEOPLE Rugs Shampood and Cleaned IO Look Like New PHONE 6-2241 59 Fenwick St. Hartford, Conn -l-H-l- -h.i-A-ln.i- -h..i----in...i----flggl-H-L. woods, firing my other gun as I went. They would have got me for sure had not a man in a Federalist uniform come up, pulled a funny looking bomb out of his pocket and thrown it among the rebels, killing or wounding all of them. I explained to him who I was and why I had a rebel uniform on. I told him I had important papers for General Grant. He took me to the Union lines. When I went into General Grant's tent I felt so conceited that I knew he would make me at least a general in the army. I took the papers out of my pocket and handed them to him. He offered me a black cigar, clapped me on the back and glanced the papers over. In alarm I saw his face change and grow dark with anger. He drew back and gave me a kick that sent me half way back to the Confederate lines, yelling at me, You confounded half-wit. These are General Lee's laundry bills.', Well, after I got over my disappointment and the kick he gave me, I started to hoof it home, wishing I had let the Confederates kill me. When I was about half way there I met Joe coming home, too. He had deserted and when I told him about my experience, we both agreed that General Grant could win the war without our help. --jean Popbum, 8-A. FRAIDY CAT Oh, come on, Mabel! Don't be such a ,fraidy-cat! Lester called sharply to his sister. She was standing on the opposite side of a wide, fast-flowing brook, gazing timidly at the noisy, racing water. Lester had already crossed it, springing-from stone to stone. Its shallow ripples contained enough upcropping stones to make crossing possible. It was the width of the brook that dismayed Mabel. Here, Mabel. Albert Thayer, their cousin, who was spending a week-end with them, had sprung upon the first stone out from the brook's edge. He turned now, holding a steadying hand to the girl. Oh, thank you, Bert! and she caught the extended hand with a flashing, grateful smile that drove away the hurt look on her face. She hopped from stone to stone bravely enough until she reached the middle of the brook. There the water flowed over the large flat stepping-stone which they must use in order to gain the other side of the little stream. She balanced shakily on a smaller stone, eyeing the partly submerged rock with troubled gaze. It looked green and slippery in the flowing water. Mabel set a cautious foot upon it. Her foot slipped a little, and she cried out in alarm. Bert grasped her arm firmly, helping her to regain her balance. Aiding Mabel made him plunge one of his feet in the water, as he helped her to the next stone. Say, but you're a big 'fraidy-cat! Lester jeered. See what you did to Bert! Made him get his foot all wet! That needn't have hap- pened, if you hadn't acted so ,fraid. .4L Compliments of the Phoenix State Bank Si Trust Company A Marcel Permanent Wave Be chic during the hot summer months prices S10 and S515 Fingerwaving - Smart haircuts - Beauty culture Schultz, Inc. Within a short time, Mr. Schultz will open a school teaching all kinds of beauty culture. 983 Main Street Hartford, Conn. You are mean, Lester Burnett. You call me a 'fraidy-cat, and I'm not one. There are lots of things girls are supposed to be afraid of that I'm not afraid of at all. Go ahead and name three of them, Lester challenged with a doubtful grin. Snakes, mice and l'm not afraid to go into a dark room alone! was Mabel's prompt, defiant answer. Just wait till we happen to see a snake. I'Il say, you'll not stay to kill it. A baby neednlt be afraid of a mouse or to stay in a dark room alone. Lester was determined to be aggravating. What's the use of being so hateful and spoiling all the fun? Hurt anger burnt in Mabells big gray eyes. Her reproachful tone brought a guilty flush to Lester's face. Still he would not give in to his better nature. Who,s spoiling all the fun?', he asked half crossly. I'm not. You're the one who is spoiling it. It,s only fun to go tramping with the fellows. Take a girl along, and she's always afraid of something. If you'd fallen in the water, you wouldnlt have been drowned. You'd only have had a good ducking. 'Tm glad Mabel didn't fall in, Bert quickly assured the downcast girl. What's the matter, Lester? You are awfully grouchy. Be nice to Mabel. She's a dandy girl to have for a sister. She's not really afraid of anything. Are you, Mah? Not very much-a little bit, though! Mabel honestly admitted. I try to keep up with Lester when we go on a tramp. But he will call me a slow-poke and 'fraid-cat. He forgets that I always ask Maggie for a nice lunch for us, and generally carry the lunch-basket. It,s heavy, too. I'Ieavy! Lester laughed. You might call it heavy. I shouldn't say it was. I-Ie cast a teasing glance at Mabel. Wliy, I jumped across the brook carrying it. You couldn't have done that. I won't speak another word to you today. Mabel was nearly in tears. All right! Fine! I'd rather talk to Bert, anyway, Lester flung back with another provoking laugh. V I'm going to talk to both of you, Bert said stoutly. The three went on through the woods rather soberly. They were not so happy as they had been at first. The shadow of Lester's ill nature hung over them. Bert talked to first one, then the other, but found it hard Work to interest them. The Burnett children had gone on nutting expeditions to a particular grove of chestnut trees since they were little. The grove belonged to Hiram Johnstone. His great farm stretched far to the north of the meadow which the three youngsters had begun to cross. The little party of nutters were half way across the meadow, when Bert came to a sudden stop. .L..L.L.i..L..A..L..L..L..L..L..L..L..L.,ak...L..i.i..dL.A...L. What is your Life Work to be? President Coolidge says: He who sells cuz iliszzmlzcc' policy sells cz certificate of character, azz evidefzce of good citizenship, an ufziznpeachable fifle to the right of self-gove1'1zme11i. 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 pur- chased on the installment plan with a guarantee that installments will terminate with the death of the pur- chaser. Life insurance is organized unseliishness in mutual action for mutual benefit. Let me tell you more about this great business, and especially concerning the POLICYHOLDERS' CCMPANY. The Difzfirlefzrl-Pagfilzg Conzpalzgi of AllIC'l'jC'd THE NORTHWESTERN MUTUAL LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY Of Milwauliee, Wisconsin Local Rl'lIVf'.Yl'I7fdfiL CS HENRY S. GRISWOLD 86 ASSOCIATES Albert C. Griswold Myron S. Griswold Dudley B. Wells f I l 1 T T Y Q l l l I ?'T 'l I ' .nls..nh..i..nln..nh. What's that noise? he asked, his attitude tense and listening. It sounds like a cow lowing, Mabel said. Only there must be something wrong with her, or she wouldn't low so hard and loud.' Where is she? Lester stood still, trying to locate the cow by the direction of the odd noise it was makin . g I can't see a sign of the noisy old beast. Oo-h-h-h! Mabel uttered a shriek of alarm. Look! She had whirled and was pointing toward the woods. It isn't a cow. It's that big black bull of Mr. Johnstone's. It's chasing us! Run, oh, run! She turned and began to run wildly toward the grove. The two boys quickly caught up with her. Lester hung on to the basket, but Bert took Mabel's arm and ran with her toward the grove as fast as he could. Lester kept glancing back over his shoulder as he ran, to see how fast the bull was gaining on them. Eyes on the big, black animal, he missed a step and fell, throwing the lunch-basket several feet ahead of him. Like a flash, Mabel broke away from Bert, making a dash for the lunch-basket. The bull was within a few feet of them. Mabel snatched up the basket and threw it with all her strength full in the face of the charging bull. The animal gave an amazed snort and stopped in his tracks. The heavy basket had hit him squarely on the end of the nose. The instant gained gave the three children time to reach the stump fence which hedged the grove. They fairly tumbled over it, and were not more than safe, before the bull had started on, reached the fence, and was butting his head furiously against the lower part of it. ' I'll take it all back, Mab. I'l1 never say again that you are, well- anything but brave as a lion. You saved us from being hurt by that bull, by pasting him with that basket. You certainly threw it quick and straight, announced Lester, looking very apologetic for his recent pettish behavior. You ought to get a medal for quick action in the face of danger, said Bert, who was glad Mabel had proved that she was not a coward. She's the bravest girl I know, said Lester proudly. Oh, no, I'm not, Mabel shook her head. Only,,' she added, her voice not quite steady, I'm not a ,fraidy-cat. I know it, I'll never say it to you again, Mab. Truly I won't,', promised Lester. And he kept his word. -Gladys Lawrence, 7-A. 'WF L.i. - --ln.:---h..L..al-A JI--nh..nl--l- --ln- f + 5 Compliments 1 + Of f + 3 Ghz Martfnrh Eimw f f 'P 4' 'I- f f ' Q 3 J 1 1 'P f f f f f 'l' JOHNNY JANE Through the woods and down a lane, Lived a boy named Johnny Jane. Now this boy was very bad. He broke all things he ever had, And when he'd hurt a smaller child, He'd laugh so hard he'd just go wild. When his mother looked down the lane And yelled out loud, Ol Johnny Jane! Why, Johnny would just run astray Because he loved to disobey. He had a friend named Mike O'Neil, Who taught him how to lie and steal. n One day when he was very bad And something made him extra mad, He vowed he'd rather run away, Than stay at home both night and day. I hate my ma and I hate dad, Sister and brother are just as bad. Johnny Jane away did go, His future life did cause much woe. When Ma and Pa heard of their son, O dear! O dear! The tears did run! Although he had been very bad, He was their son and they were sad. The first thing Johnny did was look For a man with a nice, fat pocketbook. He found one. Then he picked his pocket Of watch and money, notes and locket. So John, like villain in a book, Rose from thief to master crook. At the age of twenty he robbed a store, A bank, three houses, a church and more. He stole the payroll from a mill, And the cashier he had to kill! I have just got a letter through the mail, Saying that John has died in jail, Before he was electrocuted, For all the crimes he had executed. He said, Now you boys who'd run away, Will be sure to end like me some day. So donjtlj' -Iran Popbum, 8 ---ls..i.i----Q----l-- --In..Q-- --l----l---ln..i---l----h..n!----h..nl---l--h..M S Hartford's Largest Real Estate Agency Ladies,-TAILOR-Mews T. D. Faulkner Co. We clean, dye, and repair REALTORS everything You Wear. Insurance Mortgages Fancy work a specialty 36 Pearl Street - Hartford, Conn. 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Picking up his pencil and pad, he copied the message. S. S. Dauntless, Five hundred miles northeast of St. John. Send up another ship. Our hold is full of water and we do not expect to stay afloat more than five days. Come. Quick. Danger. Grabbing his antenna switch he closed it and began to send powerful messages into the unknown. S, S. Dauntless. Received your call and will send ship up right away. I. S. P. Turning off his generator he jumped into his clothes and ran out the door towards the office of The United Sealing Corporation. Upon arriving he hurried into the office without waiting to be called and handing the manager the piece of paper, waited. Soon Mr. Brown pushed a button and a man appeared, to whom he handed the slip of paper after writing a few words on it. Take him with you, Mr. Allen,', said the boss, pointing to Sparks. All right, the man answered. Sparks, bubbling over with excitement, followed the man out of the office and to the office of the shipping manager. Handing him the paper, Mr. Allen asked if he could pick out a crew of six men to manage the big Hfty-foot speed boat and ram. Having obtained the permission, the man chose Sparks, Frank Hands and three other husky men. Morning found the boat nineteen miles on its way with Sparks sitting in the wireless room sending a message every half hour. After waiting three and one-half hours, he heard the weak response: US. S. Dauntless, Make hastef' and then it faded into silence. He called again and again, but in vain. There was no response. Going up on the bridge, he told the captain about the message. The captain, looking at the speed gauge which read eighteen knots an hour, ordered an increase in speed to twenty- five knots an hour. For two days, Sparks sent and listened, but heard not a sound. Now the ship was coming into the berg region. Now and then they tipped a small berg, but skilful management brought them through without mishap. The bergs were getting thicker now, but the speedy boat threaded its way between them. Once they made some waves big enough to dis- lodge a piece of ice on top of one of the bergs and it fell with such a splash that it filled one of the lifeboats with water, but nevertheless the boat kept on. Now they had decreased that five hundred miles to seventy-five. , D. 1. oouoriu Roofing and Waterproojqng 294 Huyshope Ave. Hartford, Conn. 'ESUMMER 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 demand. Hartford National Bank SL Trust Co. Corner Main and Pearl Streets - Hartford, Conn. 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Bells clanged and motors strained, but in vain. The ship was stuck fast. Well, said Capt. Hartley, we must get to the ship. Let's walkf' said Frank Hands. We can make it, I think. Five minutes found three husky men muffled in fur coats sliding and tumbling over the ice to the doomed ship. In about two hours of falling and sliding they reached her. Climbing up the ladder, they went on deck. Not a soul did they see. Going down into the cabin they found a group of men. Those who were still alive looked haggard and worn from suffering. Making two rude sleds, the men wrapped up the crew, put them on the sleds and started back to their boat, stumbling as before, but never- theless singing and telling jokes. Arriving they took the men aboard and gave them some hot coffee and hardtack. , The speed boat had been chopped free while they were gone, so that they made the trip home in two days. Upon hearing how Sparks had received the messages, and saved the lives of the sailors, a Captain of a Steamship rewarded him by giving him something he had always wanted -a position as wireless operator on a steamboat. -Ricbanl Trnulc, 8-B. JOKES J ust imagine Phillip Randall when he is not laughing. U ask Arthur Enquist about stamps and he'll tell youg N ow, of course, we have our flapper, Phyllis Whitmore. I f you want to know how to get Freckles, ask Fred Whelahan. O f course we have Peck's Bad Boy, Willard Peck. R un along and ask Ellen Atkins how to put on powder. H ow Micky Weaver loves to leave his lunch in the car! I know you want to be tall. Russell Noven will tell you how. G ee, Mona Woolley is our travelling candy store. K H ow the girls love to have Pete Fontaine take off their arctics! S ome day Selwyn Miles will be a second Thomas Edison. C an you ever find Jeannette Peticolas when she is not studying? H ow George Jackenik loves to sleep in Math! 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How much money have you?,' asked Lizzie, Number 2. Two Bucks. That's enough to buy us some Goodalef' After lunch, they continued their journey. Just as they were pass- ing a smithy, Lizzie Farren began to have trouble with one of her shoes. .A.i.i- 4 11.4---4--V+ dh---k..d--9 --li- BEST WISHES from The j'uni0'r C lass SUCCESS to the Class of 'ZS from the Class of '31 Compliments from the Class of '30 ' l 7 -qrq--qi 'lffqlf I 'L-lil ,. .. , May I help you with it? asked the Smith, coming out of his shop. That's Noble of you, said poor Lizzie, gratefully. But when John Sun came out and shone down upon them, the Smith got tired of his job and went back into the smithy. Lizzie had to change her shoe for herself. Her back ached as she worked, the sweat poured from her brow. Oh, how I wish it were Koehler, she groaned. Just then, a Wolf, smelling the remains of the Bacon, which Lizzie Jones had put into her pocket, came sneaking toward them. Help, they shouted, throwing Stones at him. 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