Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

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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.

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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.