Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 130 of the 1930 volume:

W W'W' W22 fd 34 3 f ,f ' , f j. A Q 7 ff W' 'ff HJ 'jx '- pf 77 iw 2 CMM M 5 K X X fa gfff ZA Vqjn' Kg? 'ff KAG7 NEW Q M W M f 5 7 ,, ,, ' ' 6? 'gf 33 ELEM WW ff Ed' I JTNQ7 gmdsjg, W 5 , N iff! ,aff-4,1 j 36 f , ir' If Ojicers of the Class of IQMQO PRESIDENT - V1cE-PRESIDENT SECRETARY - TREASURER - Charles Lloyd Towne Lucy Pievsovz Newtown, Virginia Rosalie Beelrev' George William Berg ODE TO CLASS OF '30 Catch up a single moment from those hours Passing so strangely swift, so mystic still, Which meanful time in silent greed devours, Or for eternity with ancient quill Marks down indelibly the moments - gone. And with an awe before unfelt, revere That fragment of young days unconscious true, Themselves a life within a life, that here In careless cecity we spentg and knew, Deep in our hearts, would one day he withdrawn. -V. B., , H'il F T W 'Y '?'? 'I ? l' 'F'W T W' '-F T W F ?'?' 'Y W 'I' -I 'W' -l i To MISS MARJORIE VIETS A sincere and understanding friend and teacher, we respectfully dedicate this Elm. The Class of '30 Zlfurmnnrh GIS publication marks the eighth annual ring in the growth of THE ELM. These have been eight years of branching out in literary achievement. The care and effort with which THE ELM has been nurtured has caused it to grow until today it is an honored landmark on the horizon of Wethersheld school life. THE ELM has forced its roots firmly into the soil of appreciation. No critical winds that blow can topple it from its solid foundation of worth. It stands in a forest of well-wishers. THE ELM will attain glorious heights if the vital elements of industry, co-operation, and progression are passed into its utmost detail each year. Those who have had the joy of strengthening THE ELM know that its future guardians will not fail their charge. THE ELM will live. The Editor. ii' -F T W -1'1 -l O 'l F 'I l l l l l I l THE ELM Photograph of old print I 870 restored by Hartford Enf1raving'Co. Vol. VII. June 1930 No. 1 THE BOARD OF MANAGEMENT EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Charles Towne, '30 flsrirlant Edilar-in-Clzief George Young, '30 LITERARY EDITOR Virginia Becker, '30 firfimznz l.iIfmry Ezliiors Mary Donahue, '31 Florence Murray. '31 Anne Hope, '31 ATHLETIC DEPARTMENT Justin Tucker, '30 Asxistant: Alice Miller, '30 Fred Rust, '31 Doris Bartlett, '31 l ALUMNI DEPARTMENT Mary Allen, '30 Asxisianl Ethel Hedin, '32 ART DEPARTMENT David Van Ausdall, '30 Axrixlant Arline Anderson, '31 EXCHANGE EDITOR Dorothy Field, '30 BUSINESS MANAGER Minor Kretzmer, '30 Axsirtanlx Frances Griswold, '31 Catherine Lassen, '31 Ray Newton, '30 Douglas Rankin, '31 Edward Sommer, '32 Charles I-Iaaser, '31 Edgar Coughlin, '31 SCHOOL NOTES Luey Newton, '30 Axxislant Millicent Thomson, '31 IOKE DEPARTMENT James Standish, '30 Dudley Stannard, '30 FACULTY ADVISIZRS Miss Marjorie Viets Mr. Harvey R. Fuller ---l- -0- --l- -l- -l-f--5.4!----I-f--h..nln..1k-I--lv--h.i----I----O--JI----6----I--it TREES I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earthls sweet flowing hrcnst: A tree that looks at God all clay, And lifts her leafy arms to pruyg A tree that may in summer wear A nest of rohins in her hair: Upon whose bosom snow has luing Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make C1 tree. -loyce Kilmer. I 7 'I l I l P I 'W l l 4 l l i l '-l l l l l I 'W U lP 'U 'W 'F' liewnnalz E 9 1 will burr fhf' f!iz1'm ' Of course yuifyc licarsl of iKRLILly .-NIJ? ,lillL'll you clnn't lanuw our Mary! Runly Vzillcc, chewing num fliccchnut Prcfcrrcrlj, anrl 982, ziycinigcm f There you have it. Anil oh! l.ct's nut fnrgct that priceless baby blush of Mary's. llmv that girl mlm-s blush! Actiyitics-Glcc Club Cl-225 Prize Speaking QI Jg llranmtic Club Q5--U3 lflm lioarrl fl-2-5-rllg Scnim' Play: Valcclicturian nl Clansg Class Night Cllllllllll- tr-eg llaskcthall Q-lj. lfluvrtis linwivx JXLLIYIJIR . . F1:ANNii. lV!1y nfl lfly gufrlru lm'lqx? Hcrfs a girl who has won nccans of hunora for In-r connncrcial work. lluwcycr, Frannifs not llic lypc that blows her own lmrn: mi the contrary, shc slrirlcs nur musty CFD hall5 with a most unassum- ing air. Activitics4Glcc Club fl-Zjg Commercial Club 1-ljg Mclnher of Order nf Artistic Typistsg Mcmlicr nf Orclcr nf Gregg Artislsg Arts S4 Crafts Club Q-lj. I l MARY Aww CIIASI-l AI,I.I'.N . K'Soi'm ' Cher acting helped make our play a successg and her LILLIAN RUTH ANn1iRsoN . . LIL '31 Ming of bcuzffy if zz joy foreL'm ' Blond-headed and light-lieartedftliafs Lil. She's one of those good-natured people that you like to have around. Wc've missed you a lot tliese last few Weeks. Lil. Here's Wishing you a speedy recovery. li. Virusixri Rosfuai-. Bhciu-,it . . KENNY 'fTf1y mn! :wif like tl .rmr and dwell apart Ginny is our class poetess, actress, and musician. and also a very peppy, friendly addition to our number. Her poems and stories lill our niagazineg personality brightens up our whole class. Cinny's versatility and good disposition will carry her far. Activities4Senior Play: Class Secretary C-U5 Glee Club tl-2--ljg Latin Club CSM Press Club Qjg Orchestra C5--Hg Literary Club C-ljg lilm Board Cl-3--lj. Gnoitola Wn.i.mM BERG . . . HllliRGIIiH He was II IFIIIICHILIIZ rom .role to emzun, 8 Clmfz-ft1z'o1'e1f, um! inzperitzlfy slim. Baseball is his meat. He excels at pitching and at First base, and he is also one of the best hitters on the team. When not engagggetl in the national game, he tickles piano and typewriter keys. His favorite pastime is singin' in the shower. Happy days, Bergie. Actiyitiesfliaseball C3-453 Glen Club Cl-2-3-45g Aviation Club Q-ljg Commercial Club, Secretary Qhljg Class Treasurer Uljg lnter-class Basketball Q3-41: Trafhe Squad. Fiuxiii-.s losiiiiiiwi Ilzixiiwufz . FR.xwwx ' Sifz'11! uf Ihr 1 Sucli gi lung nguuc for il little pcrsnli like ynu, X lfmiiiiyz it must IWUXC quits n rcspuiisiliility. Bute llricnilly t'l.iItlc Frguiu is perfectly cquxil to such 11 chiirgc and wclrc fcrtninly prounl of so loyal :ui iinlzlition to our claus. Activitius'-ffilec Club fl-25-'llg Driuuiitiu Club CS-Yllz Iliixknllugill f-ln: l.11lin Club Qvb fur' Louis FRANK CARINI .... Louis Calm in his roicr, i11111' 4111111 wizhin hi: eye! Louis camo to XV. ll, S. from Hut Hampton in IU29. He immcclizitcly clisplziyccl his industrious and tliumiigli niiturc by liauulling very cllicicntly cxtrai class Qissignincnts und uxtrzl-cui'i'iculi1r activities. Activitics-I'1'csiclcnt of Aviation Club H55 Science Club HJ. .V fi 'Rf i IJKJIUJTIIY Mu' IPIELU , . . lJm ' Laugh thy girfzlvh !t1z1,gl1l4'r XVIM-rc tlicifs Dirt. tliurck qi giggle. Her cliucklcs qirc us incx'it1iblt- 115 Iiuml Stiinnnu'cl's Buxton bug. Dotk nziivc l'L'lHL1I'liS. tngctlicr with hcl' baby voice, just licklc finds film and have livcncil up many ii dull class. Actixitius-filcc Club Cl-Zjg Iiiiskctbull 135: Ifrcnch Club 452: Lzitin Club C393 Student Council Cllg Scnior Play: Elm liugml Q-ljg I.itcr1u'y Club HD. XVILLIABI ORTEN GADD , . . . A'l3ILL His 1'onfI'r ffrlwceff Ihr' fhllllflfl' 111111 Ihr' frm 'lVarsity Bill Gadd is the only three-letter man in the class. Now summon all your nerve, Bill, and we'll expect to sec you bringing someone to lhe Prom. Activities-Basketball, Class Q2-Sbg Varsity Csljg Soccer, Class Champs Qbg Varsity C3--ljg Baseball, Varsity Q3--llg Commercial Club, Vice-President, Q-U3 ' Press Club. Sport liciitor. Q-ljg Aviation Club, Sec- retary, HB5 Traflic Squad Q3-sljg Champion Track Team, lnterclass Meet, QM, lJUljK3I..XS IOSIPII fil.ADXYlY . . . DOUG IZ-M, how rn'c'z'f if if in f0z'c'. ' Doug has a recorcl for scholarship anml popularity. Ile is a rare scholar. who can also fincl time to be .1 regular fellow. He rloes Dot confine his unusual histrionic ability to the stage anrl consequently has enliveneil many classes. There is no cloubt that Doug will suceeecl. Activities-Vice-Presiclent of Class Gjg Presimlent ot' Dramatic Club C3--llg Dramatic Club Plays C3--ll: Senior Play C5--lj: lilm Board Q5--ljg Soccer Q-ljg lnterclass Basketball Q5--llg Class Salutatorian, IQARI, ilimvi' Ciisuix . . uslllllkllfi fl Zrffzuf gr1Nr11111 Shrimp is one of our huskies, His tawny shock of hair has been a familiar sight in athletics. He has an assertive nature and stanils lots of good- natured kidding. Karl is a welcome addition to anyonc's list of friends. Activitics4Vice-President of Class Qjg Art Club C453 Press Club HM Trailie Squacl Q3-ljg Soccer Q2-3--ljg Baseball Q2-3Dg Basketball Seeonils Q2-353 Athletie Scholarship Society Q2-3--ljg Interelass Bas- ketball Champions lIi-.Lux l'iI.IZABE'I'II Gi's'r.ufsoN . GUssua HPf'l'J'l'I'l'1't'IlIL'l' if n Z'iI'fIlC'H Someone said. L'Silcncc is XVisiluin. But that ilocsift bcvilicr Hulvn. 'cnusu chatter is hcr miilcllc name. Heli-ri is ll pcrscvcring kiflg she can argue. too. aml sl1c's not All-Villfl to stick up fur her rights. Activiti:-sLGli'c Club Cl-2-3-Hg Coinincrcizil C3--Hg llgiskutbgill Q5--lib: O. A. T. Ccrtificzitc anrl Ping O. G. A. ctw-iimrc nm ALI-.X GOLD ...... 'i.X1.iix He gow' fzix :my qnifc 11111lixf11l'fvwf Alex joincil thc class in 1929. Hc has I1 very quict, retiring manner, but wc feel sure that lic would have clcmonstrutccl his zllmility haul hc In-cn with us longer. llc has simlc-burns that Roiiicus strive to cultivate. ActiviticsfScicncc Club C455 Aviation Club HB5 Intcrcluss Soccer HD. !!!! Fiuxczis Roisums H.fua'r . . Flux His lilffr fmnm gran' slow, .fluff his fiflfr' kg: grrn' Slfflllgn A hard xwwlaci' is Fran, and 11 Hrst-class typist, mu. You'll ,Liu to thu mp in thc business world, anfl, if prcscnt incliczitiuns hulcl true, yuu'll be ll big lmnkcr. zxCIlYlKiCS+cilCC Club iljg CiIll1lllCfClLll Club C3--ll: Press Club L-U3 lutcrclnss Soccer C455 Pmgrnni Cmn- mittcc, Cunimcrcizil Clulw R0lSl.li'I' Mugrow llrcsfmiw . . i'Roi4' your shoes. is it, Roh? XVe are sure that you will he a erenlit to Rensselaer. iust as you have heen to VV. Il. S. lfiuwk l3i.'1'11.xr. Ilrocfxntm . . . ll.,wK 'bind he was fzlufuyf quietly r11'1't1yz'rl You seltlom see him ancl you never hear him Cin sehoolj, hut you shoultl see him when he hegins to go places and start things. Ilank stoocl fourth highest in the class for his four years at W. H. S. Activities'-Science Cluh, Committee 1453 Elm liourtl fjbg Interelass Sogeer Q-lb: Trallic Squad QSJ. ,-Im! I1l'l'C1' lu fm Ilift 1112-1n1 ' 1 The night lilie is no pienic when you have lost Actiyitiesflnterelass liasketliall Champs Q-ll: Presitlt-nt of French Clulw C-ljg lnterelass Soccer Q-lj. Mixou fiARl:1l'.I.D liR1i'l'Z1XIlnll . . Iiiu.'1'x 'fllmzziizrzc Apollo plnckr mc by Nu' mn' fill!! 10115 mc' I0 1't'!lllJIl' my story fzf'rz ' Serious and reserved one minute, antl laughing and joking the next4this is paradoxical Kretz. He enioys talking and frequently tells you the same thing several times. As Business Manager, his ea- paeity for earnest work helped to make a great success of the financing of this limi. ACflX'lIlL'SfDl'2ll11Lllli Cluh and Play C491 French Cluh C-lj: Elm lioartl CZ-5--ljg Orchestra Qljz Glee Club Qljg Press Club C--ljg Interelass Soeeer Q-lj, Imm Insi-.Pu M.XYlK.XS . . lima pl :cirnrifir 1114111 of pm'1.r lack came to us tircun Rocky Hill this year. llc hus been il cheerful and noteworthy zultlition to tht- clzlss. We arc cxpccting you to clo great things in thc pitchcr's box, lack. Best of lucl-t. Activities-Science Club Uljg Aviation Club C-ljg Class Baskctlmll Q-ljg Class Succcr HD: llzisclmll HD. MIli1JllI41IJ SCELENA Luwis . . . i4MlI.LY', ,Jyf Lf! mc do Ihr Iizllqizzgu Milly is another of tlmst- who tlcmonstrzttc that Mus wmncn :irc notccl for the gift 0' gab. Milly roucls nml st-ws. tim, :mtl is nltugctlicr quite domestic. Actiyitics-Cmumcrciul Club C5-Nljg Glu' Club fl--lj: O. G. A. l'in :intl Ccrtilicqltcg 611 XVnrtl Trginscriptiun Ccrtilicutc. l0Sl'.PIllNl4. Mmm ..,, NIU Still lTl'!lIi!'l'illg, flill f7llI1w'IlfI1g'H l'Io's nt-nt :intl quict, always busy, always prc- piuul. Hur work lies in ll comiucrfigil licltl. Rlllll shc'll surely hc ll success in thc business worltl. Ilur pcrscvcrancu will win for ht-r the best that lifc can ollcr. High marks mme Icfs way, toll. :tml tlit-y'x'c put hcr on thc honor roll. Activitics--Commcrcizll Club C3--ljg Glcc Club fl-43. WARRILN MCGUIZNNESS . . Mlm HOIIZ 1111011 il! 1 luzzfc loved lfzrrc whole days Iogrffzcr, Anza' run like In lvzfc Ihrfc nzorr, if if prorcf frm' wcall1e1'. Mac, the Gay l.othario. This lad has an activities record that reads like the lincyclopedia Hrittanica. VVC wish you the best of luck in wliatexer field ol' endeavor you select. Activities4Class Soccer Champs CZDQ Class Sec- retary Q53 Student Council, Vice-President, CSJQ Pres. Commercial Club QSJQ Treasurer, Athletic Asso, ciation Q5Qg Aviation Club Q-U3 Press Club Uljg President, Athletic Association Q-ljg Soccer Gig Cap- tain H13 Basketball, Class Gig Seconds C2--lj: liaise- ball Q-U5 Dramatic Club Q-ll: Senior Play H73 Prize Speaking Cl-253 Class Night Committee HJ. BUs'rRR ALLCIQ Pnirciiriitn Mu.t.r2R . . . IVh1'5fr1'1'1'11g' in fllrllllflllllfd lone We wonder what will become of Sterl next year. l3uster,7also several others of tlicfcrgstrongcr sex. Buster has been a member of our class for only the last two years, but she's just as much a part of it as We old-timers. XVe can't imagine the class of '50 without her. Actiyities-lilm Board C5--Hg Basketball K5-'ljg Dramatic Club Q5-453 Latin U53 Senior Play HD. LUCY Pu-.Rsox Nnwiov Hail to thee lilzlfze Spun Vim and Iim. Lou sure did brinf some ptp along when shc came from Bulkeley, and she has been a lively member of our class for the last three years. No one can help liking happy-go-lucky Lou. Activitics4lDramatic Club C-U3 Basketball Cap- tain C-ljg Class Oflicer Cljg lilm Board RAY ELMLR NLW'1'ON . . . , NILvv'1 ' A smile IOIZKUI, cz mug mnzorrozzf' Ray has one of the most charming personalities of the class. He is one of those quiet, capable per- sons with liberal originality and humor. And he can tickle the piano keys with as much skill as he displayed in playing basketball and soccer. ActivitiesfDramatic Club Q3--U5 Treasurer frlbg Axiation Club HJ Senior Play C413 Glec Club HD: Trallic Squad Cfljg Basketball Seconds C2-3,35 Soccer 155, Manager H23 Intcrclass Soccer Q-ljg Interclass Basketball Champions C-ljg Athletic Scholarship So- ciety Q3--ljg Elm Board C-U5 Dramatic Club Play Q-lj. MXIQIXN Riczirxiunsox . . . Maru,-xx .l .vprllzgy 7IIUffUll In her gui! Marian is one of the frankest and bluntest of our number. She means what she says and says what she means- Sand we like itl Activities---Glee Club Cl-2-5-4jg Prize Speaking' Cl J: llasketlvall Cllg Commercial Club C1-25. 1 1'J.x1Qr:v Sxirrii . . . . . linux I know iz hnzvfg from if hi1111!f,rt1z1 ' Darcy brought a delightful country drawl with him when he left Vermont in IUZX. llis subtle, dry humor and athletic prowess are appreciated by every- one. Wherever Darcy may go. he will prove a re- freshing companion. ActivitiesASccretary of Science Club C-Hg Axia- tion Club C-ljg Trallic Squad C5-ll: liaslaetball C3--ljg Soccer C453 Champion Track Team. Inter- class Meet CSD. l JAMES Sr.-iNDls1i .... . 'KI1Mx1x ' O, llIl'l'L'j7!H I0 myself I mid, If Lilly ffzunfzl fu' zfezzrff' Iim's true element is in the water. He has carved out 21 real record in State HY Meets. But on term firnm he is just as likable. His slow smile and sud- den laugh are decidedly contagious. And the tall form that so successfully reached up and grabbed shots ofl' the backboard will be missed on the bas- ketball floor next year. ActivitiesgTreasurer of Class CSDQ Student Coun- cil C353 Dramatic Club and Play Q-lbg Aviation Club K-ll: Glee Club C1-2-5--lj: lilm Board C-lb: Soccer Qipg Basketball C-lj, Interclass Basketball CZJQ Inter- class Soccer Hjg Swimming C3-ij. Iloaficii Dtinla-i' S'I'.'XYN.XRI7 . . . Dun Hum you czw' kllljldll tl fvrrlcliml llf0HIlI11i7 I have 71017, Dud pretends to have a great disdain for Women, but he does not practice what he preaches. An active brain and a supple body should make a suc- cess of him. His only drawback is his inability to sleep nights. Clnsomnia is an awful afllictionj. Activities4Glee Club Cl-2-3-45g Basketball, Sec- onds CZDQ Tumbling Q5-+ljg Senior Play HQ. CIIARLI-QS LLOYD TOXVNE . . . ufZlIARI.lliH , ' Here is LI 1111111 fo fwfr! r1gt11'11xt Mc zvorfzzl, l A num Io nmlch NIL' mommzin 111111, the fm. Charlie has done so much for the school and for our class, he should be weighed down with ref sponsibilities. Iiut is he? No. Ile is an excellent athlete, a capable executive, and an all-round good fellow. ActivitiesfClass President fl-2--ljg Student Coun- cil Q1-2--lpg President Uljg lilm Board Q2-5-453 Edi- tor-in-Chief Q-Hg Editor of Spot-I.ite C-ljg Vice- President Dramatic Club Q-ljg Dramatic Club Play Q3-Mg Senior Play Csljg Traflic Squad Q-ljg Soccer C-ljg High Scorer Interelass Tracli Meet CSDQ Inter- class Basketball C-lj. I l IUSTIN REYNOLDS TUCKER . . . . . Tuck IrHLZfl!Zi50l7l6 and wiliy, ye! a friend The uit boy. Tuck has personality plus. When he looks at a girl the second time, she just sighs and expires. Someday you may be as successful a coach as Mr. Ritchie, if you study hard at Springfield College. Activities-Class President GDQ Marshal Gly Com- mercial Club. Treasurer 1355 Aviation Club f'iPQ Lit- erary Club C-ijg Elm Board, Sport Editor CD3 Soc- cer, Class C353 Varsity C-ljg Baseball C2-355 Captain C435 Basketball, Class K3-455 Captain C455 Manager ILLNNY ERNl'.S'I'INE 'l'i'1.i.ER . . . UIENNY' And luv' young lzrtlefs wmvlf begun to flaw It to laugh is to be happy, then Ienny must be positively overjoyed. She hasn't been with us very long, but it didn't take long to get acquainted with cheerful lenny. lf she goes into nursing with the same spirit We know she'll be a success, unless her female patients simply expire with jealousy when they see her complexion. VVe hope you'll always use Palmolive, Ienny. Activities--liasketball H55 llramatic Club Q3--Hg Press Club C3--ljg Latin Club Cjjg Glee Club C5-45. Varsity Q-ljg Class Night Committee Davin Coxittix VAN Al:suALL . . lJ.xv13 Whiz lien! haul and shader! brow Dave is our unassuming. bashful boy. However. his capabilities reveal themselves despite his efforts to keep them hidden. Everyone likes Dave and his occasional droll remarks. ActixitiesfStudent Council C2Jg Trallic Squad C3--lj: Elm Board Hyg Interclass Soccer Q-ily Science Club Hjg Senior Play C-Hg Glee Club EMMA AMELIA WILLARD . , EMMA Be not inzprzlic-nz Did anyone ever attempt to measure the length of Emma's tresses? Because of them many a heart- rending sigh has been heard by envious maidens who have been attempting to change a bob to a knob. Special notice: We hear Emma's a marvelous cook. Boys, now's your chance. Opportunity knocks but once. Activities-Commercial Club Gjg Basketball I GEORGE EBIERSON YOUNG . . . HFLASHU Make the most of life you may: Life if short and wmru' away. George is the happy-go-lucky member of the class, who has a tremendous amount of ability and mature philosophy beneath his carefree exterior. His sallies smack of wit rather than wise-cracking. His broad smile is welcomed everywhere, Activities-Treasurer of Class QD, Elm Board Q3--U3 Assistant Editor of Spot-Liten OU, Baseball Manager OU, Vice-President of Aviation Club Hjg Vice-President of Commercial Club 635g Literary Club GU, Basketball Seconds GQ, Basketball 145, Soccer f4jg Champion Track Team, Interelass Meet C35- APRIL EYES April eyes are misty blue, With hidden laughter twinkling through. April eyes dream happiness, Born of hurts and loneliness, April eyes are tenderness, Deep pools of wondering eagerness, Full of warmth and friendliness, Loved through their dear helpfulness- Would that l had April eyes! -V. B., 30. En Rlentnriant Gwendolyn Rutherford Though now beyond earth's farthest hills you fare, Song-crowned, immortal, sometimes it seems to me That, if I listen very quietly, Perhaps I'll hear a light foot on the stair And see you, standing with your angel air, Fresh from the uplands of eternityf, -W. W. G. John Hope They do not die who find in death The great adventure, the first breath Whence came this life from Godg Who, taking wings, laugh down at earth, Leap skywards, and with boyish mirth Run where the angels trod. -C. R. s--xuxus-wxvxnsnxnxnx wx--xn suxus- ng-.Q xuxnsxnxns-as-nxnxnxnsnsnxusus-nsnx.-sux--x S3 QLNLYI EDN Q E M EEN I P R O G R A M ALUMNI DAY JUNE 1930 CLASS NIOI-IT JUNE 1930 GRADUATION JUNE 1930 SENIOR RECEP1'ION JUNE 1930 Valeclictorian ..... lVlARY ALLEN snsnsnsnsusn-sus-wx'-Q4-suxnsf-sus-as--susan Saluraroriun . . DOUGLAS GLADXVIN cLAss FLOWER White rose CLASS MOTTO Scientia suos cultores coronatu C Wisdom crowns those who seek hcruj CLASS HYMN Dear Wethersneld, in our hearts are tears, Symbols of love as our parting nears. Old loved dreams and hopes you hold, Sweet as cherished tales retold. When thoughts of you upon us steal, Strange poignant tenderness we shall feel Tho' thy memory dim appears In the dusk of passing years. WhcvI My Mother Sings . . . Anton Dvorak ns--sus-wsuas-vsnnsnx-mx-asf-sux-ns -ns-,sux 1 ns'-sn s EDITORIAL Now that this Elm is published, we feel that it is fitting that those people who labored upon it get the recognition which is their due. The pupils in the Senior typing class and the Art department have done a great deal of work upon this book. The Senior typists stayed after school for hours, copying the work of the contributors. Theirs was not the kind of labor which commands its own reward. It was, rather, an extremely dull and uninteresting task. The authors of the stories used have the satisfaction of seeing their own creations in print, and are able to take pride in their Work. The typists have not this feeling, for there is no pride of creation in mere copying. The pupils of the Art department have faced a similar problem, al- though they do get a little more recognition than do the typists. Their task has not been free from drudgery, for some of the more delicate work requires the utmost patience. K It is with a feeling of real respect that we of the Staff extend our thanks for and appreciation of the excellent co-operation given us in these departments. EDITORIAL We have often been told that there is a great value in an education when one looks at it from the business point of view. Many of us are not satisfied with letting the usefulness of our education stop at this point. We want something more. We want our education to improve us culturally. An education is like a searchlight. When it is used properly, it brings many obscure but important things to view. If it is not in the possession of a person who knows how it should be used, its power of revelation is often wasted. When a person has finished school, his thoughts are usually centered upon his work. He is quite likely to allow his finer feelings to stagnate while he pursues his business in too diligent a manner. It is up to each of us to cultivate a taste for the beautiful and to keep this taste alive by feeding it with the best. Trash will kill finer sensibilities just as quickly as it will kill young plants. Once we have acquired a keen sense of the beautiful and have learned to nourish it properly, We shall find that our lives have become richer and fuller and that our feelings have been so attuned as to give us an understanding of things we had not realized were in existence. When We are happy, our happiness will be a deeper happiness than we had been capable of previous to this time. When we love, our love will be a greater love. We will live more in the same length of time than we formerly would have done. Our sole aim during the formative period should be that of develop- ment in all directions and the cultivation of well-rounded interests. We now have our education. What we do with it depends entirely upon ourselves. What we are in later life depends upon our ability to apply theory practically, and upon our ambition. - G. Y., '30. THE NEED FOR STUDY ROOMS What Wethersfield High School needs is more study rooms. It has been necessary during the past school year to make pupils study in rooms where classes are being held at the same time. This has proved to be very unsatisfactory, both to the pupil and to the teacher in charge. If a pupil Hnds that he has nothing in particular to do, he immediately starts to divert the attention of someone in the class or one of the study pupils. Thus the teacher is interrupted from her explanation in order to reprimand the persons causing the commotion. It is also very hard for a student to concentrate upon his work if the class is having a gen- eral discussion. Studying in class rooms has proved inefficient to the teacher, to her class, and to the study pupils. Let us hope that when school re-opens in the fall, there will be separate study rooms. -C. H. PRACTICAL ARTS DEPARTMENT At the beginning of the school year of 1928, a department of Practical Arts was created at Wethersfield High School. Mr. Alfred M. Anderson was engaged as instructor. The capacious shop-room was equipped with benches for woodworking, four benches for metal work- ing, and with the necessary hand-tools. During the year 1928-29, students of the Junior High School carried out simple projects in woodworking. A few members of the Senior High School elected two periods a Week for instruction in this course. The keen interest evinced in this department was responsible for the inauguration of a regular ten period program in September of 1929. The shop-equipment Was increased by the addition of a power- saw table and an electrically powered wood-turning lathe. A try-out course, conducted in the seventh and eighth grades, en- ables the pupils to discover whether or not they have aptitudes for in- dustrial vocations. These boys elect printing, woodworking, and the supplementary course in mechanical drawing. Many useful articles for both the home and the school have been completed. Students in the ninth grade and Senior High School have executed projects of material benefit to the student body. They have constructed bleachers, stage scenery, and bulletin boards. They erected the baseball backstop and have made repairs on the school furniture. The printing phase of the department has made very great progress. The students engaged in this work have produced the tickets and pro- grams for various activities, and also the many school-forms, among which are the report-cards. A Press Club was organized early in the school year of 1929 and since has produced many interesting issues of the Spot-Lite,', the bi-monthly school paper. The student-printers, trained in the shop, are greatly responsible for the success of this project. Due to the needs of this paper and the rapid growth of the printing class, an up-to-date Chandler and Price platen press was installed to supplement the Universal cylinder press. This addition was purchased jointly by the School Board and Student Fund. It is an electrically pow- ered machine, equipped with a device that provides for the even distribu- tion of ink. Next year the Practical Arts department will offer still greater op- portunities. A Home Mechanics Shop for the Junior High students will be instituted in the new addition. The original shop, for which new machines and benches have been purchased, will be used exclusively by the Senior High School. An instructor will be engaged to share with Mr. Anderson the trials and tribulations of imparting shop-knowledge to aspiring carpenters, architects, and printers. A large share of credit is due to Mr. Anderson for his kind assistance in supplying much of the material contained in this article. -Edmund C. Taylor, '31. SHAKESPEARE TALKS IN HIS SLEEP C1411 Imitation of a 16111 Century Lyricj O fair one, prithee speak but once to me That I may dwell in rapture at thy spell, That I may live my life in reverie, For I, perchance, shall straightway be in Hell. Hi-diddle-diddle-dee-ay! Methinks I was a fool to marry Ann, Although-Gadzooksl-she has no little charm. I would that I had stayed a single man, That I might feel about me thy sweet arm. Hi-diddle-diddle-dee-ayl 'Od's blood! Thy lips, thine eyes, thy supple form: They rouse me 'til I fear that I may burst! What ho, my sweet! Come hither, or I storm And beg thee speak, and utter then thy worst! Hi-diddle-diddle-dee-ayl Alack, a lass! Poor lover that I be! O may the Sprites remove this curse from me! Hi-diddle-diddle-dee-ay! fThe darn foollj -A. Nonymous. Lilefar De arlmenl if xi lk ' HW lfn :IEE THE GREAT PICTURE Collette, your dark bird is singing! There-look!', Collette of the mellow eyes raised her head eagerlyg she gave a low little laugh: Oh!,' Jaques Watched the white face tip-tilted to the sung his eyes traced the delicate features. Collette was not beautiful as other women were. She had a soul, that looked out from her dusky eyes and smiled from her laughing lips. And it was a poet-soul that made her a dreamy Collette, who seemed always far off over the hills or deep in the shadows of a starry night, even though she might be sitting right beside you on the grassy slope of a sun-drenched hill. Jaques! How she said his name-that one word Jaques!'j Her lips made a song of it. Jaques, if you could paint a picture as lovely as my bird's song! A picture as lovely as a dark bird's song. That would be Collette, he answered. Collette became serious. Then it shall be Collette!', she said eagerly, and it will be a great picture! Collette, lovely as a rose dripping with morning dew- his mind formed the words over and over, lovely as a fragrant rose drenched with crystal dew. Jaques was in love. ll. No, no, no, Collette! Jaques frowned professionally and crossed the big room to where Collette sat. Like this-so!', he said, changing the position of one of her white hands and gently tipping her chin upward a little. There! There! Good!,' He smiled. Is it right-are you sure-like this?,' Collette questioned anxiously, sitting motionless as a little wax figure. Yes! Jaques said shortly. He squeezed a generous supply of white paint from a large tube, he wiped his hand once over the surface of his dirty smock. Then he began to work. He had worked for several hours before he noticed the shadows deepening under the girl's eyes. Collette! You are tired! No-,,' she smiled wanly. Ah, Collette, I didn't think. I'm so sorry. We must stop now. He turned and put his palette down carefully. We shall have Madeline make us some tea- The smile left his lips. Collette, he exclaimed. Collette had suddenly drooped. Jaques ran to her, calling as he went: Madeline! Madeline! There was the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs to his work- room. In a moment a little woman hurried in. Ach, du lieber!,' she scolded rapidly. You have no sense, Jaques. You have tired her out with your painting! Little tired one,,' she crooned, pillowing the dark head on her shoulder. Jaques felt suddenly lost and somehow a little hurt, as he followed the two down the steep stairs. He wanted to help-he had not meant to tire her like thisg he had been so intent upon his work. He felt suddenly very tired and hungry and bewildered. Presently, when the three were drinking hot tea and munching eroissants, it was better. Collette's eyes began to glow, and the shadows beneath them were not so deep. Madeline chattered good-naturedlyg without being able to explain it, she felt proud of Jaques, and of the lovely dark girl at his side. They were all very happy there together, with the sun streaming through the great windows and the warm air of Southern France breathing the scent of flowers into the room. ' There followed many more such hours. Jaques was careful not to work too long each day, for Collette was not strong. They laughed a great deal together. Collette was so confident in him, he was so con- fident in himself, together they would accomplish things-great things. III. What is wrong, Jaques? You have worked so long, and now you will not show your work before Rossieux! The picture is not good, repeated Jaques stubbornly, a little mechanically. l'Why, Jaques? Why? Collette was wide-eyed, hurt. Because-I do not know why! he said irritably. It does not live, he finished lamely. He wished she would not look so-so tragicg it made him feel cruel. The picture-he could barely understand what had happened. He had always been so happy, so free, so alive. Why then could he not portray the happiness, the vitality, that glowed from Collette? She talked on and on. Jaques could not bear the look in her eyes. You will go to Rossieux, Jaques? she was begging him. How could he tell her how he felt? He knew that his picture lacked a soul. A great picture must have a soul, someone had said. I will go.', He smiled gently as he saw the gladness sweep into her face. Now? she demanded eagerly. Will you go now?,' Now,,' he answered dully. But Collette was too happy to notice. He left her there, putting his things straight, singing to herself. He counted the steps, going down slowly. His feet dragged as he went out the door. It had begun to rain a little. He hardly noticed it. He only knew that a curious empty feeling of dismay was creep- ing over himg it was almost like being very, very hungry. He could not rid himself of it. It was a terrible feeling. It kept growing and growing as he walked along. lt was dusk when he returned. Collette was waiting for him ex- pectantly. He forced his eyes to meet hers. Collette-I-I could not go inf' A puzzled look came into her eyes, driving away the gladness that had been there. You did not go in-you did not see RossieuX? she queried in- credulously. Her voice was strained. I could not,', he repeated. ls it-they wouldn't let you in, Jaques! She pounced upon this explanation thankfully, that was itg they had turned away her Jaques at the door. That is all right-you shall go again-we shall go together-we shall get in! Already she was planning. No, it was not that. Jaques was hollow-eyed, a little dazed. Collette, I--I was-afraid! he forced the words. Afraid! You! Collette whispered in an awed voice. My Jaques afraid? she said slowly. 'Yes.', He looked away from her. She was very serious, more serious than he had ever seen her before, she was as serious as death. You have failed me, Jaques. You are-useless. You are not big enoughf' she paused a moment, for the gift that God gave you. He could barely hear her words, so gently she spoke. I believed in you! I loved you--a coward. I built my dreams about a coward, a life-time of dreams, Jaques!,' Her voice was beautiful. He held his breath and listened for the sob that was hidden beneath the words. It did not come. She was suddenly very angry. She stunned him with cruel, cutting words. She berated him with bitter remarks. Jaques was hurt, hurt deeply. His throat burnedg he could say nothing. Then, she was gone. He had scarcely known when she had stopped. She had gone-he knew-because he heard the echo of her footsteps, her high heels beating defiantly into the night. After that, it was quiet, he heard the little old clock in the corner ticking away the minutes-slow, slow minutes. Somewhere a child cried. Mere! Ma mere! Jaques leaned against the window. It was open. The cool night air ruffled his hair. Poor little baby, he whispered. He too felt like crying, only somehow he couldn't. He wondered vaguely, staring up at the stars, what would happen if he should sud- denly weep and call, ma mere-ma mere into the darkness. It was a curious thought, he played with it, and all the while the little clock was ticking--oh, so slowly. He counted the ticks by the stars, for every beat, he chose one star. There was a heaven of stars, there were end- less minutes to count. The next day Jaques went away. IV. It was night. Collette sat by the Window in her room, thinking. lt was a week since Jaques had leftg during that time her anger and resentment had surpassed the loss she would otherwise have felt at his going. But now she was lonelyg for the first time she realized that Jaques was actually gone. All day a sense of emptiness had been creep- ing over her, making her miserable. She wanted to cry, but she could notg she was dry-eyed and still. It was all so unbelievable. Surely if she should slip out into the darkness and run along the narrow path- fbeir path-she would find him waiting for her. Suddenly she was afraid. She wanted to turn her head quickly and look behind her, yet she dared not for fear of what might be before her. She could not moveg her fear seemed to freeze her. She tried to scream, she could make no sound. Her head was hotg she managed to touch it with her hand, her Hngers were icy. She did not know how long she sat there stiff and dumb with awful fearg it seemed hours. At last through sheer will-power, she forced herself to cross the room. She fell panting on the bedg her brain whirledg her head seemed to ring with countless thousands of bells. At dawn, exhausted, she fell asleep. In the week that followed she grew to dread the nights. She told no one of her fear. Her face looked drawn--her eyes hollow and fear- ful. Then one day she broke under the straing her nerves had snapped. It was then that she found relief in talking. Little by little dur- ing the slow weeks of her recovery, she cold of those nights. Before long, she discovered that she was no longer afraid. But she had come through the ordeal feeling olderg she thought a great deal, and deeplyg most of the child-like Collette was gone. V. A duster, you want? queried Madeline softly. Collette lowered her eyes. Yes-the-his room--it must be very dustyf, She pushed back .1 lock of her dark hairg it was a childish little movement. But Collette's face was not childish, it was very pale, it was older. Dear child,', said Madeline. She brought her a duster. Very wisely she said nothing more, she stood quietly in the big kitchen and listened to the echo of the girl's feet on the stairs. Collette reached the door of the long room and stood looking in. The sun was streaming in at the windows. An easel standing near one of them threw its long shadow across the floor, there were other smaller shadows, and all the rest was golden with the sun. It was very silent and lovely and warm. Collette had not been in the room since that day when Jaques had gone away. She walked in slowly. Suddenly half-way in, she stopped short. In a corner a finger of sunlight touched a canvasg it had been a portrait of a lovely dark girl. There were two vicious slashes across its surface, a little palette-knife lay on the floor quite near it. Collette did not touch it. She moved over to the big chair and sat staring at the ruined canvas. All at once she began to cry, presently she was sobbing. She pressed her white fingers over her lips and tried to stop the sobs. She could not. It was not meant that she shouldg it was the first time she had cried since Jaques had gone away. VI You have worked a long time-are you not tired?,' No, You like it here in my work-room? It is-good, said Jaques softly, fingering a bit of charcoal. The other looked at him quickly. Sit down, he suggested. Would you-care to-talk? he asked carefully. Yes, said Jaques simply, I should like very much to talk with you. He took the cigarette offered him, lit it, and for a few moments stared before him, absentlyg then he began to talk. It was very diiiicult, especially at first, to put into words the things that he had tried to force himself to forget. Days when he had tramped hungry and sick in mind and body, black days in the French mines, where he had cursed his slim white hands. There had been one time when he had felt almost happy-that had been when he had joined a traveling circus and had earned his way about by doing rapid-fire sketchesg it had been very hard to get his hand back into form againg somehow he had done it. But this had not lasted. Then had come long days when his hunger had been terrible. After a time it had seemed to go, but he could not remember things, he had been dazed--starving. In some way he had wandered to the bank of a little rocky river Qhe touched the white scar on his foreheadjg he had fallen. He remembered falling, he had seemed to fall for hours, rolling over and over on hot irons: the rocks on the bank of that little river were beautiful -and cruel. Some one had found him there, the blood from the gash on his head staining the white flowers that were growing all about. When they had brought him to M. Garreaux' home nearby, he had held a single white flower still clenched tightly in his hand. For a time after that, everything had been vague. But this being in M. Garreaux' studio was very real. He looked about him reverently. I should like to have you stay with me. We could work together, you and I. Jaques stared at the old man intently. M. Garreauxf' he said evenly, you have been very, very kind to me. I think also that you understand me. Yes, Jaques. When one has seen people and lived as I have done, one learns to know a man. Then, monsieur, you will understand what I mean when I say that I must go home. M. Garreaux was silent. I have a home, Monsieur, there is work for me there. I understandf' said M. Garreaux. Madame Madeline stood in the middle of the kitchen and stared at the figure in the doorway. She held a little blue bowl in her hand. Jaques! The little blue bowl fell at her feet in a thousand pieces. Jaques took the little woman into his arms and stroked her gray head. Jaques-oh, Jaques, she said again and again. Neither of them could speak. Together they bent to pick up the pieces of the blue bowl. It was not until they had cleared it all away that they found their voices. Then they talked a long time, Jaques had to stop every little while- his throat was so dry. He was very much excited. Presently he stood up. Is it the same up there, my room?', f'Yes, the same, go up, Jaques. A moment later he stood before the big chair in his room looking down eagerly at the little sleeping figure curled up so small. Collette!,' he whispered, gently bending and touching with his white fingers the dark head shining in the sunlight. He stared hard at the pale, tear-stained face, something was thereg the little childish lines were different, there was a great deal more in that face than he had ever seen before. His own face was like that. He straightened quickly and looked about him. He moved his easel from its corner, he found a piece of canvas already stretched. Everything was just as he had left it. By and by he was working. He did not bother to sketch in an outline, he painted right in, eagerly. Once when he glanced at Collette, she moved a littleg the next time he looked, he saw two dark eyes re- garding him gravely. He Put down his brushes. She sat up. Jaques! He caught her to him, laughing at her eager face. Were you frightened when you opened your eyes and found me, Collette? No, Jaques, I had been dreaming of you. It seemed right that you should be here when I opened my eyesf' she explained with difficulty. Suddenly she stopped smiling. She stared at his forehead-the scar. Someday, I shall tell you, Collette, that is a reminder that I have lived and found a soul to give to you, when I put you there, Collettef, He pointed to the canvas. A great picture must have a soul.', A great picture?', she queried dreamily. We shall start again-together. I-Ie frowned boyishly as he saw two drops, rain-bow colored in the sun, forcing their way beneath her closed lids. He picked up something white that lay beside her to wipe away the tears-it was a little crumpled duster. Then he picked her up and carried her off down the stairs fjust like thatj. -Virginia Becker, '30. FLIGHT Through the grim, dark night came a steady hum, The roar of a motor like the roll of a drum. The roar increased, I strained my eyes For a glimpse of this messenger of the skies. I waited and Watched on the sodden trail- Watched for the plane with her treasure of mail. Over the World her lights gleamed bright, Speeding their way through the hush of night. Swiftly they flashed on my Held of sight, Slashing the sky like daggers of light. My thoughts turned back to the days of old, When Apollo rode in his chariot of gold. It is useless to dream of days gone by, When men were brave and their ladies shy. I will seek adventure, elusive and rare, Where Romance still lingers: up in the air. I --G. Y., '30. A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN The hot California sun was pouring into the bare, white, clean- smelling hospital porch. On the high, narrow bed lay the calm figure of a young man. At first glance one would say that he was not a very good-looking young man, his cheeks were so pinched and pale and his half-open eyes had such a lifeless expression, but when one looked again, one knew that if he were strong and well he would be Very handsome. He had been at the hospital about a week, after having been found by a motorist who had seen him lying in a deserted road, more dead than alive. For the past two or three days he had been conscious, but, owing to a severe blow on the head, he was suffering from amnesia. The hospital officials could not learn who he was or where he was from, since he had nothing identifying on him, they were waiting for something that would bring his memory back. On this particular day, he was feeling much betterg and, as it was such a beautiful, sunny afternoon, they had wheeled him out into the sun-porch of the hospital that overlooked the blue Pacific. The radio was turned ong as the young man was brought into the bright enclosure, a golden soprano voice was pouring forth from the loud speaker. It was a beautiful voice, the kind that would cause anyone to stop and listen, but on this unknown man it had a startling effect. He leaned forward with a rapt expression on his face and uttered a low cryg then he leaned back and closed his eyes. The song evidently brought memories ...... On a cold, winter day, several years ago, two children, a little girl and a little boy, were walking toward a small New England school- house. It was yet early in the morning and as the children trudged through the snow, their breath floated in fantastic shapes about their heads. Hurry up, Petey, the little girl said, or we'll be late. I am hurryin', Polly, Petey answered, and, besides, I'm goin' just as fast as you are. They arrived at the school quite out of breath and hurried to take off their hats and coats. Petey's dark, curly hair was rough and tumbled and his eyes were very blue and shining, while Polly had smooth, blond hair and serious, brown eyes. Both the children were about eight years old. The school day started with a singing lesson, and the first song was A Little Dutch Garden, a favorite with all the children. I passed by a garden, A little Dutch garden, Where roses and hollyhocks grew? They sang this song with all their might and especially Polly and Petey, whose voices could be heard above all the others. They put such effort into their singing that the teacher wrote good marks in her book for Polly Lawrence and Peter Barton. And so this childhood romance continued and the years went by. Polly and Peter completed their time at the little country school and then went to a town nearby to high school every morning. Finally they had finished the course at high school, and then one day when they were coming home together- Polly, Peter said, t'I've got something pretty important to tell you. Mother and Dad have decided to move to California. Dad's got a chance to have a better position out there, so-well, we,re going. Polly turned quite pale and was silent for a minute or two. What was there to say at a time like this? Ever since childhood, her life had been full of Petey-dear, faithful, reliable, old Petey, who was always near and ready when she needed him. And now he was going away-out to California, and she would not see him again for a long, long time, if ever. All her plans and hopes for the future seemed to be falling in fragments about her. In a week it was all over-the good-bys, the last minutes together, and the plans for the time when Peter would come back again. From the moment that the train and Peter's form faded from her sight, Polly's life was completely changed. Instead of the gay, laughing girl of former times, she became quiet and serious, devoting almost all of her time to the study of music. Polly's voice had always been one of her most favorable assets. It was a clear, animated voice, but it did not have the high, empty tone that such voices sometimes possess. Her speaking voice was rather low and soft, but when she sang, it was a sweet, clear soprano. When she was nearly twenty, Polly went to New York to study at the suggestion of her teacher. She was almost glad to get away from the little town that had always been her home, for every familiar landmark brought back memories of one who had suddenly gone out of her life and left an empty space that no one else could fill. Peter had written faithfully for about a year and she had answered the letters, until she began to receive no response to her letters and finally two of them were sent back, unopened, with blurred expressions such as Uncalled for and Unclaimed stamped across the face of the envelopes in smeared, purple ink. Polly could not understand this at all. It couldn't be that he didn't want to-. She tried to put this thought out of her mind, although it continued to haunt her. Polly turned to her singing as the best way of raking her mind off her troubles. Her field of experience was so limited at home that she went to New York. After a year at a well-known school of music, her teacher suggested that she take a test for radio broadcasting. The test was passed with great success, and in a few months Polly Lawrence was a favorite name on radio programs, her beautiful voice was heard and loved by hundreds of people. The excitement of the trip and the arrival in California helped considerably in diminishing Peter's sorrow at leaving home and Polly, but when they were settled and the novelty was beginning to wear off, he missed her more and more, and he did not go anywhere or do anything without wishing that Polly were with him. For a year or so Peter worked in an office but he could not stand the indoor life, so one night he spoke to his father. Dad, I'll go crazy if I have to work in that office another minute. I've simply got to get a job somewhere that I can be outdoors and do some real work. Well, now, let me see. Our department does some business with a lumber camp in Oregon, and I used to know the foreman. How would you like to go up there and start from the bottom of the ladder? Gee, Dad, that would be great. Peter was very enthusiastic. How soon do you suppose I could go?,' Oh, I could arrange it in a few weeks, I guess, Mr. Barton re- plied. Besides, your mother and I have decided to take a trip for a few months, and that will be a good place for you to be. So it was settled, and in a month Peter had started his career in a logging camp. For two years his life was a happy one. He liked the work, and his position was advanced several times. He became tall and broad- shouldered and was stronger than he had ever been in his life. Only one dark cloud threw a shadow across the sunshine of his happiness. This was that he no longer heard from Polly. He had written several letters telling where he was, and still he received no answer. Surely she couldn't have wanted to stop writing. There must be a reason-but what was it? At the end of two years, another much more terrible calamity befell Peter Barton. He received word one morning that his father and mother had been killed in an automobile accident and that he was to come home at once. This was such a terrible shock to Peter that it took some time for him to realize the situation. His own dear father and mother-dead! How could it be true? But it was true, and Peter had to bring his thoughts back to realization and prepare for the trip to California. The third day after his arrival, he found himself Walking along a deserted road outside the city. He had no definite idea how he had come there. He simply knew that he had gotten on a bus and ridden to the end of the line and had begun to walk, in which direction he did not know. Anything to get away from everybody and everything. He wanted to be alone-to think. First it was Polly he had lost and now Mother and Dad. It was too much-more than he could bear. It was- He had been walking along with his head bent, oblivious of every- thing about him. Suddenly hearing a shrill honk ahead of him, he looked up to see a bright yellow roadster coming around the curve right ahead of him. He tried to moveg he tried to cry out, he was paralyzed and unable to move a muscle. All at once he seemed to be a mass of piercing pains as if a thousand needles were being thrust into his body, everything about him grew black with dancing, quivering lights shooting through it. Then he knew nothing more ...... When Peter awoke, he was in a clean, white room with the sun shining in through the large window. He had a sense of being comfortable and of knowing that something terrible had happened to him, but other- wise his mind was a blank. He did not know who he was or where he was from and really did not care. He was so sleepy-if they would only let him alone. But one day a wonderful thing happened. The nurse wheeled him out into a bright, sunny porch, and there was some music coming from somewhere in the corner. It was-no, it couldn't be--yet, yes, it was In a Little Dutch Garden. Why, he used to sing that song-he, who was he anyway? That didn't matter, he used to sing that with Polly- that was it-Polly! He felt himself calling, Polly! Polly! It is you, isn't it, Polly? We used to sing that song, didn't we? You and I, Polly, we used to sing it. Suddenly he was all in blackness again and when he awoke, Polly was bending over him. 'lOh, Polly, I knew you,d come. I knew you wouldf' Of course I,ve come, Peter darling. I was in the studio at Los Angeles and they sent for me, so I came right away. But where have you been, and why didn't you write to me? It's a long story and we'll have to straighten it out later, but now you must rest. I'll stay right here beside you. . So Peter slept, and his soul was more at rest than it had been for many months. THE PINE AND THE VIOLET: A PARABLE On a cloud-crowned, star-kissed mountain grew a mighty pine tree stretching up its giant arms to Heaven. By its side smiled a violet, the little blossom sang out its heart to the joyous spring world. One day the violet planned for a to-morrow. He told the old pine all his plans: how he was going to enjoy the coming day, the different ways he would make merryg the many playmates he would find, how straight and tall he would always look, showing the world how important it is to plan things and to be happy always. I-Ie was determined to make to-morrow the gladdest and happiest day in his life. And so saying, when the silence of the twilight draped its glory over the mountain, the little violet went to sleep dreaming of its beautiful future. Very soon the wind rose, first very gently, then it turned into a gale. The storm raged all night. And so the little violet woke next morning only to find its hopes and plans blasted. He spent the whole day drenched, dreary, worried, and disgusted with life in general. Very soon he put all his complaints before the old pine. He sputtered, grumbled, and groaned. Stop, my little friend, said the deep, calm voice of the old pine, stop. As usual, those that can't see the good of all things, those that don't know or try to understand and see that there really is a reason for everything, live a life of misery. That's the way with you, my friend. This storm was full of good. It brought renewed life to the dried hot crops which I can see from here. In that city to the east, it brought drinking water to the thousands of human beings struggling for their existence. The air is clearer and cooler. My dear little friend, canlt you see these things? Even if all your lovely plans have been ruined, don't be discouraged so easily. Have courage, faith, and plenty of hope, for soon, if you keep your head up, your plans and wishes will come true. With his little head bowed in shame, the violet told the old pine that he would always remember those few but true words. He asked to be forgiven and thanked his majestic counselor for the advice. Charlotte Barnes, '31. LIGHTS Every night before jumping into bed, I pause near my open window to look out into the darkness. My attention is at first attracted by the moon and the thousands of stars that are twinkling in the dark blue of the heavens. My gaze does not linger long, however, as it is slowly drawn to another twinkling mass, made up of the street lights of several small towns, the outstanding ones being Rocky Hill and Wethersield. Hart- ford, in the distance, brightens the sky like a huge fire on a dark night. My eyes gradually become accustomed to the scene, and I am able to discern the red and green lights of Travelers' and the golden dome of the Capitol. Suddenely I become aware of a movement among the earthly stars-a long caterpillar of light crawls in and out among the fields as the trolley car slowly winds its way through Wfethersfield. Before going to bed, I look up once more to follow the course of a mail plane until its lights have vanished on the horizon. Ella Sherwood, '31. THE INFINITE TRUST They would rise the next morning for the last time in their beloved cabin in the midst of familiar woods. The father was reluctant to leave the simple home, but his son, boy-like, was fired by the spirit of adventure. The man realized that they were exchanging the sweet safety of the, forest for the turmoil of the city, but the boy pictured nothing except romance before him. However, John Chatterton had known that his son would someday quit the maternal care of Nature and come into his own, and, so realizing, had prepared him well. He had appreciated the unfairness of turning Arnold adrift in the swift current of life, unduly weighed down by ignorance. Arnold, motherless since his fourth year, had been guided by his wise father until at fourteen he was a healthy, vigorous boy, with :uri intelligence that had developed beyond the bounds set by the restrictions of the outer world. During the long evenings, when the wind and rain had lashed futilely around the cabin, they had bent over the same texts, wrestled with the same problems. On beautiful, still nights, when even the night birds and wood sounds were hushed, father and son had stood in a solemn clearing that was as ai church to them and under the vastness of the brilliant sky had held silent communion with the Creator whose handiwork was reared in all its majesty above them. It was herq that the father had gently but forcefully imbued the son with clear-cut ideas of right and wrong. He had here presented the big problems of life to his boy, had mis- represented nothing. He had rejoiced because the delicacy with which he had lifted the veil of ignorance from the mind of his son had left it pure and unspoiled. And Arnold rewarded his father with the strong, trusting love that is now so rare, a love that is the result of close comradeship. Since the father knew that the boy,s future did not lie in the forest, he resolved to harbor no regrets at their leavetaking. The two stood in the cabin doorway, silent shadows darkening the trees. John Chatterton, upon his return to the society of the city, quickly became used to and wearied of the incessant movement of people and the clamor of traffic that had been so foreign to his senses for the past ten years. On the other hand, Arnold was finding in the city an endless series of exciting novelties. It was easy for him to find friends because he was as invigorating as a breath of pine-scented air. Acquaintances found that their slightest indulgences would delight him and in his appreciation of them found a deeper root for friendship. But in all his diverting experiences, Arnold did not neglect his father for one minute. Each night the two sat together and talked over the happenings of the day. There were no secrets between them. As the months passed, John Chatterton learned how well founded his teachings had been. Wherever Arnold found conditions that con- flicted with what his father had taught him, instead of absorbing their spirit, he unconsciously imparted some of his own nature to that which had been evil. He never preached. His was the nature that made the others ashamed if theirs were not like it. It was on a dark, drizzly, depressing day that Arnold was summoned from his desk by the principal. Arnold, I should like to see you in the corridor. You may leave your books where they aref' Very rnuch puzzled at this unusual occurrence, Arnold followed the teacher out of the room and faced him outside the door. What is it, sir? he asked. Your father wants you to come home as quickly as you can, said the kindly man. The odd gentleness in his voice aroused a keen suspicion in Arnold's mind. Has anything happened to my Dad?,' he cried, a great fear widening his eyes. One of the older boys is going to drive you home. The car is out front now.', . Arnold ran headlong out of the the school building and startled the boy-driver by shouting in his ear that he must hurry. When nearing his home, Arnold perceived an unfamiliar coupe standing at the curb before his home. The cross above the marker plate confirmed his worst fears, something had happened to his dear old Dad. He was met by the doctor in the doorway. Where,s my father? What's the matter?', He was growing more excited and wild-eyed each moment. The wise doctor did not make the mistake of trying to evade the questions of this impatient boy. He is in his bedroom, but you must not excite him. He has had a heart attack and is feeling very weak. You may go in if youl will do so quietly. There is no danger, so please calm yourself. He released the boy's hands and Arnold, with the great fear re- moved from his heart, soon had himself shakily under control. Opening the bedroom door, he saw his father propped up in bed. With a long, dry sob he flung himself at the bed-side and cried as he never had before in his life. ' Come on, old boy, the soft and comforting words were coming from his father's lips. I didn't mean to scare you so. Dad, I thought-, oh, Dad, I'm glad it's not true! Of course you are. Now, my son, look up and listen to me. John Chatterton was unable to go on. Was it in a sob that his weak voice had subsided? I Suddenly, with new fear, Arnold looked up. His father's eyes were closed, and his face was drawn with suppressed pain. Was it physical or mental suffering expressed on that pallid countenance? Dad, are you all right? Tell me the truth. His father's eyes slowly opened, and they were filled with tears. Son, we have no secrets. I must tell you. This is our last talkf, He compressed his lips and stared up at his boy. Dad! the word rang with new-found horror of death. Remember our talks, son, and live by them always. The father was struggling to speak clearly. You can't leave me, Dad, you can't! He made our woods, He can take me, He will take care of you. The father was seeking refuge from his son,s entreating gaze in his own simple, suficient faith. During these terrible moments the two had become oblivious to their surroundings. Something stronger than either was pulling them apart, and every fiber of each was exerting itself to cling to the other. Bend closer, son, I want you to hear. Arnold did so but did not see the doctor shake his head compassion- ately, doubtfully-. I am leaving you-a letter-which will be worthless to you-if it is opened-at the wrong time. Open it-when you have-accomplished -the greatest success-of lifef, Dad! Awestricken, sensing the end was near, Arnold whispered the word half-fearfully. My son! Arnold buried his head in the coverlets. Good-bye. Resignation and peace. The doctor gently drew the stupified boy from the room. Everyone who has experienced poignant grief knows that as time goes on the awful pain mellows and leaves only a beautiful memory. Arnold received this blessing in time, the dulling of the senses immediately after his father's death, the gradual and terrible realization that his father had passed out of his life, his despondency, the grateful awakening that life still held sweetness-all this was now locked away in the past, with memory the only key. John Chatterton had appointed an old friend as guardian for Arnold, a retired business man with a character similiar to that of the deceased father. He was well fitted to govern the development of Arnold's character, the foundation of which had been, so firmly and immovably planted by John Chatterton,s influence. Arnold completed his preparatory schooling and was enrolled in a college. It was here that his real qualities began to make themselves known and to affect those around him. Both students and professors soon realized that the depth of Arnold's personality was beyond that of the ordinary person. Hel assumed no commanding bearing yet drew the young fellows around him. If these friends of Arnold's were asked why they enjoyed his presence so greatly, to a man they would have answered because they knew him to be a friend among friends. As Arnold had not yet realized the potency of his own personality, his naive acceptance of his circle of friends made him all the more desirable to those seeking him. They could sense that inexhaustible reserve, sensible but not definable, upon which they knew it would be possible to rely in any exigency. Arnold did not become an athletic hero, nor was he acclaimed the most brilliant scholar that Rathbone College had yet seen, but he did establish a reputation for being proficient in both athletics and: scholar- ship. The few persons that formed a dislike for Arnold were the un- avoidable ones that envy sterling character and earned popularity. No one who had been on terms of intimacy with Arnold in his younger days was astonished at his rapid rise in tho world of business. His association with his guardian had initiated him into the atmosphere of business, his college career gave him the start, and his owns energetic resolve to succeed carried him unerringly to the top. Men such as Arnold can not be kept down, because to them all obstacles are but temporary. But Arnoldis heart had not hardened with his head. Although im- pervious to the plight of his competitors, Arnold succumbed to the graces of woman. He was already financially secure before he married. His wife was a companionable and unexacting woman, and it was in their love that Arnold found relief from the tension of the business day. One day in his thirty-fifth year, Arnold was met at the door by his wife. It had been a momentous day for him, and he was very tired. He welcomed the reviving love-light in his wife's eyes. Well, Joan, we succeeded in pushing the merger through. 'Some accomplishmentf was what the president of Steel said. Oh, I am glad that that is off your mind, now. Off' my mind, eh? queried Arnold, with a chuckle of suppressed exultation. Well, my dear wife, what do you think happened at the directors' meeting? Why, my big business man, how should I knoW?,' Joan, your big business man has been elected president of the biggest merger of banking houses that New York has ever seen. Arnold caught his wife in his arms and kissed her until she was breathless. The spectacle of Arnold in the act of kissing would have been astounding to many men who had seen those same lips mercilessly snapping out the orders that spelled ruin for someone. Arnold would give no quarter dur- ing business hours. Immediately after dinner Arnold went alone to his study. Opening the wall safe, he drew out an old envelope. His face softened as memories of his beloved father raced through his mind. He went over to the open window. In the half-light of evening he could see the extensive grounds of his estate, the by-product of his brain. He was wondering. His gaze wandered about his study and came to rest upon the portrait of his wife. He smiled fondly at her image, still wondering. He recalled the fabulous income that he was to receive as president of the recent merger. He glanced down at the letter, smiled with satisfaction, and as quickly frowned undecidedly. Surely he had been very successful, but was it logical to believe that no further successes would be his in the future? He was still young. He had gone far-to the top of che ladder, some said-but he could not bring himself to say that he had attained the greatest success that this life affords. He must wait, he decided with a sigh, until an opportunity offered itself for him to climb still higher. When replacing the letter in its repository, the same old feeling of bafflement swept over him. HQ wished to fulfill his father's request to the minutest fraction, but the unfathomable last words of his parent seemed to doom this desire to failure. As time went on, the merger proved extremely advantageous and profitable to all concerned. Arnold, as chief executive of this huge corporation, was given much credit for the success. He had a very keen business head, and, due to wise investments, his private fortune gradually increased. He was receiving a princely income from his several director- ships on various corporation boards. When Arnold reached middle age, he was accounted one of the wealthiest men in the country. He had estates at fashionable resorts, numerous servants, costly motor cars, in short, everything desirable that money could buy. And he had prospered in other ways. A son and daughter had come to him and his wife. They had been a constant source of delight to him, and he had brought them up well. He had been rewarded by seeing them blossom into young womanhood and manhood as generous and unspoiled as he had been. His family circle was a complete one, a bond of love and respect holding four hearts in close communion. Arnold's friends always thrilled at the beautiful union so evident in this family, 2. union uncontaminated by wealth. Once again Arnold stood alone in his study, and again he held the long unopened letter in his hand. There was an expression of peace on his face, because he believed he could now open the letter. Surely his father could have asked no greater success of him. He had wealth, an ideal family, social prestige. What more could a man want? The telephone rang, and Arnold started from the meditative mood into which he had fallen. He crossed the room and took up the receiver. Arnold Chatterton speaking, he answered briskly. Long distance call. One moment, please. A thrill of pleasure warmed his being. Undoubtedly it was one of his family calling him. They were voyaging in southern waters on his yacht. He wondered vaguely in what port they had dropped anchor. It was wonderful to have your loved ones think of you in your absence. He knew just what to expect-it had happened before-first, Joan would speak, then Janet and John, with his wife speaking again to conclude the delightfully intimate conversation. He smiled expectantly. How it would cheer him to hear their voices again. Here is your partyf' came the operator,s cold voice. Hello, is this Arnold Chatterton of New York?', At the sound of a strange voice, Arnold felt a terrible pang of dis- appointment and a deadening of the spirits. Yes, this is he, he answered mechanically. This is a Mr. Green of the 'Tampa Gazette., I should like a state- ment on the following: Was your family aboard your yacht 'The Sea- Breeze,' which has been in southern waters, for the past several weeks? Yes, certainly, my family and guestsf' answered Arnold, puzzled at the question. A strange silence. Then, Mr. Chatterton, it is my painful-.H What do you mean? interrupted Arnold, suddenly hoarse, gripping the receiver until it seemed as if his knuckles would split the taut skin. That 'The Sea-Breeze' went down last night in the gale. All on board lost, so far as is known! No, you must be wrong! Arnold spoke in a groan. Only the hum of wires. The connection had been broken. He rushed madly out of the study, terrifying the servants with his cracked shout for his car. They knew only an austere and composed master. At their shocked glances, he recovered his poise somewhat. Get me to my oHice as quickly as you can. Never mind the ordinance! he snapped the command at the startled chauffeur. The big car caused many to turn and conjecture as it cut through the streets of New York. Before long it drew up at the entrance of the huge structure that housed Arnold's oflice. He commanded the attention of the busy operators with his hard, tense voice. Get me direct wire to Tampa, Florida. The line is being used, Mr. Chattertonf' drawled one of them. Cut it! Everything else can wait! There was no avoidance of this uncompromising demand, so the frightened girl broke the connection and Arnold took up a phone. Hello. This is Chatterton of New York. Who is speaking? Stimson, of Elbert and Companyf, All right, Stimson, I'll give you ten thousand dollars if you'll see to it that a search is made for my familyf' But Mr. Chatterton, what has happened? Jones sounded over- whelmed. They say that my yach-my yacht went down with my familyf, Pent-up emotions made Arnold's voice harsh. Oh-! I'll do all I can, sirf' Arnold was thankful that his message had been taken by so able a young man. Y He returned home, no longer in a frenzy, a deadly calm having settled over him. He gave orders for his servants to prepare for his hasty departure. With nothing to do for a short while, he entered his study. The letter lay on the floor beside the telephone stand. He stooped and picked it up. Success! he whispered, and the silence threw the word back to him with an emptiness that was appalling. He slumped in his chair. What he had considered success was but a bubble that was easily burst by the prick of circumstances. His success, now that it was robbed of happiness, was revealed to him as an: empty shell. Outwardly it would still excite admiration, but there would be no life within to cheer his way. He knew, with a horrible positiveness, as if by divine revelation, that his loved ones were beyond his reach. Yes, he would do all in his power to find them, inspired by that mortal spark of hope, but, nevertheless, the realization of the futility of the search was present in the less frequented recesses of his mind. He glanced at the yellowed letter, and a great sob racked his soul. It left him still calmer. Dad, I guess I've failed you. I reached the pinnacle of success to which you willed meg then wishing still to climb into space, I have started slipping down the other sidef' Anxious, almost sleepless weeks followed. His hair whitened and deep lines of sorrow furrowed his face. In the end all hopes were abandoned, the Sea-Breeze was not to be found, nor was a single survivor. The several resignations of this broken old man were accepted. This grief-stricken mind was not the keen business head so necessary to the several organizations. Of course they sympathized with him, but sympathy and business methods are not successfully mixed. Arnold Chatterton repaired to the little cabin where he had spent his boyhood-the cabin from which, as a boy, he had set out with his life before him, and now to which he was returning with life closing in on him, a broken-hearted old man. He unlocked the door, and, in doing so, unlocked many dear memories. In the past weeks it had been memories that had served both as hurt and salve to his heart. He entered the room in which he and his father had worked and played. He could see his father, elbows on the unvarnished table, earnestly talking with him. Son, he had said, you can take out of life only what you put into it. Arnold, now older than his father had been, thought of the effort he had put into life and of what he was to take out. A shattered world and a bleeding heart! Arnold sat down in an uncomfortable, angular chair. He sat without movement, staring out of the window, oblivious of the passing hours. His mind was seeking to unravel from the maze of false reasonings which he had hitherto accepted, the true meaning of his father'shlast words. It seemed as if the greatest' success of his life had irretrievably slipped into the past. In that case, his father's communi- cation would go unopened with him into the grave. The sun had dipped far down in the west. Arnold arose and went out into the open. Impelled by some strange force, he turned his steps towards the clearing within whose sacred precincts he and his father had had such vital talks. The setting sun had filled the place with a soft, rosy glow. Huge shadows, the heralds of night, were just beginning to carry in their burden of darkness. It was a restful spot. Arnold stood in the midst of it, head bared, and his heart seemed to overflow with a deep and welcomed peace. And through the somber silence a message seemed to throb its way into his mind and soul. Success lies ahead. Success lies ahead.', His lips moved as he softly repeated the words. But no, his success lay behind. Everything he had won had been stripped from him. And still the words throbbed persistently on. Success lies ahead. And then the veil of misunderstanding parted, and he realized the true import behind his fatheris dying words. He felt ashamed in the simplicity of the request. Once his mind had embraced the new mean- ing, a great, complete comfort and rest came to him and seemed to smooth his path to the revealed goal. He need grope blindly no longer. He knelt and prayed, and his prayer carried the fragrance of a true soul up to Heaven. He left the clearing with a firm and happy step, his way no longer beset by doubt. He knew. He went back to the city from which he had just fled. He was no longer the broken-hearted old man with the lack-luster eyes. He was grief-scarred, but the scars told a story of love. Looking about him he found much suffering and soon discovered how much sorrow he could alleviate by sharing his immense fortune with those in dire need of it. The poor families of New York did not object to accepting charity from this kindly old man. He was not like the charity bureaus that, used up so much valuable money in determining whether or not the poor were worthy of the stipends they were to receive, but Father Chatterton, as they called him, gave freely where he found want. His one great com- fort in the money he had amassed was that it gave him the power of creating happiness. He now realized, as have other philanthropic men, that money in itself is barren of good unless in the hands of those to Whom it is an immediate necessity. And in his many benefactions he had seen many families climb out of the ruts of poverty to comfort as a result of the money he had extended, to them at the zero hour, many were the upstanding young men and women whom he had aided through- out a college career, that came to him carrying their love and respect to hearten himg and in many a shabby home, mothers taught their little children to pray for the good Father Chatterton who had stood by them during their sickness. The poor of a great city poured forth their love and thanks on the white head of Father Chatterton, and he derived great comfort from the outpouring. He knew that he had not lived in vain. Late one afternoon Arnold Chatterton was resting in the cabin in the woods, far from the clamor of New York. Wliile speaking to his lone companion, his beautiful old head fell forward. The startled man to whom he was talking called to him. There was no answer. He espied a telephone and thanked the foresight of some unknown person. He called a doctor and went back to the side of Arnold. He found the fine old eyes open and watching him. He put the weak body on the bed. Thank you, John. The words were a caress in their gentleness. John did not know what had happened but wished that the doctor would hurry. The pallor and serenity of Arnold's countenance made him feel, against his will, that the end was near. John, take the letter from my bag in the other room and bring it to me, will you please?', The infinite tenderness in Arnold's voice made a lump rise in John's throat. The gentleness in the old hand that took the letter was not due entirely to weakness. Closing his eyes, Arnold fought to regain the strength that was swiftly being drawn from him. The doctor arrived and after a slight examination shook his head slowly. Arnold was watch- ing and at the gesture, two slow tears rolled down his cheeks. The end is near, isn,t it, Doctor? he softly asked. Yes, Father. Both men wondered at the beautiful picture of peace into which the old face relaxed at those words. No one would fear death if they could have seen Arnold Chatterton when on the brink of the unknown world. , Please open the letter here and read it to me, came the calm whisper. The doctor did so and, in a voice deep and resonant with unshed tears, read- My dear son, You have now reached the Mount Everest of success. I know the hour is near at hand when there will be a happy reunion of us all. You will soon greet the Mother you scarcely knew. Be comforted, for you have lived a good life. I am proud that you understand that the greatest success lies at the end of the day. The great achievement is in having prepared yourself to enter the Kingdom of God. Happily, Dad. Arnold smiled and slept. -Cbarlcx Towne, '30. A LESSON Brave bird, thou, A That, rain-lashed, sings Unto a cloud-hung sky A thin, lone piping, dying in the beating wind, With still the joy that sent your song of yesterday Into a world of blue. Strange girl, I, Who do not learn a lesson from your song. V. B., '30, TRIBUTE Little Old Lady, so gray and tiny and lovely, you are like roses pressed dearly between two yellowed pages of a beloved book, steeped with the scent of a summer long since gone, their fragrance heavy with dreams of gentle, cherished thoughts, and memories of words dimmed and hushed by the swift passing of the years. When I look at you, I think that angels must be like you, with your wonderful knowing eyes, so kind and happy in spite of the hurts and wounds that lie buried in your singing heart. You have gone through life brave and undaunted, and now you have reached the beginning of something higher and nobler which is yet to come. You are a symbol of beauty, true beauty, that glows from your face, so thin and lined, that lingers with the touch of your tired hands, that comes from something beautiful within you. You are like the song of a bird at evening, echoing through the twilight, that makes the traveller pause a moment in his journey toward the setting sun, that sends him on with a certain gladness that was not in his heart before he heard the little song. You are like the mystic hush of dusk- God's poem when the life-giving sun droops into the west. Little Old Lady, I lift awed eyes to you, in reverence! 'V. B., ,30. WHAT HO! THE CATACOMBS One fine summer morning in the latter part of May, a group of tourists was gathered in the breakfast room of an old Italian hostelry. There were so many nationalities represented that it looked almost like a meeting of the League of Nations. At any rate, it seems there was an Irishman - no! he was an Englishman, and that's not all: with him were a couple of Swedes out to see what there was to see, a retired German butcher from the United States, a Spanish ex-bull fighter who had joined the party at Madrid, and a pair of decrepit American business men convalescing from some vague ailment. As I was saying, they were sitting in various forms of attire enjoying their pre-breakfast cigarette. The Americans were dressed in the usual manner in light palm beach suits, silk shirts, highly polished tan shoes, and somber neck- ties surmounted by huge and dazzling stick-pins, from which one was supposed to gather that these were men of wealth and position. They looked more like a couple of barkers from a circus side-show. The sons of Sweden were dressed in much the same manner as the Americans except that they went in for a drab effect. The German, who had been out for a morning stroll with the Englishman, was attired in a hiking outfit- riding breeches, high leather boots, and light brown sweater. The English- man sported some very loud black-and-white checked knickers beneath which protruded a pair of-well, I suppose they were legs, but they looked more like the supports under a spinet desk. He wore a leather jacket to cover up his-er, manly chest. The ex-bull fighter had long since abandoned the dress of his profession and donned the clothes of a respect- able Spanish gentleman. While our friends were eating breakfast, we sneaked up on them from behind and found out their names. The Americans went by the name of Oliver Henderson and George Lardner and were members of the Hrm of Henderson, Johnson, and Lardner, with offices in New York, Chicago, and a few other cities of the United States. The Swedes, who were descendants of a famous Swedish match-maker, were known as Carl and Ole Bergistan and, although their predecessors may have been famous, they looked like a couple of dead branches on their family tree. The Spaniard's name was Angelo di Sebastian. Our German ex-butcher and man of leisure answered to the name of Jock Von Orm, while the English- man disguised himself behind the title of Sir George Dacy Bancroft. We are prone to speculate on where the Sir came from. After breakfast they retired to the porch to inhale a little Italian atmosphere. All at once Sir George had a brilliant idea. Bah Jove, what say we visit the catacombs today? Immediately a chorus of No,s assailed his suggestion. Oh, but think of the background we shall obtain in visiting that wonderful net-work of tunnels winding hither and yon beneath this great city. What a pity you do not see the value of this experiencef, Say, vot you mean, background? De only background you'll ever ged, vill be in your own back yard. Phooey! I should visit de cata- comps! After a great deal of argument, Sir George finally convinced the party that for the betterment of your minds and the good of your native land, as he put it, they should go see the catacombs. As soon as the rest of the party had donned their hiking habits, and the chef of the hotel had put up a lunch for each person, they started out on foot for the catacombs. Being strange to the city, they did not know their way, but, with the aid of Jock who knew a little Italian, and by follow- ing as closely as possible the instructions given them at the hotel, they at last succeeded in arriving at their destination. Jock approached the guard at the entrance and began to spout a combination of German, Italian, and English. When he got through, the guard turned to Sir George and said in perfect English, What can I do for you gentlemen? Jock was so astonished at the Italian's speech that his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Say, v-v-vat, who-,I We wish to hire a guide, my good fellow, and go through these magnificent catacombs, which we have heard so much about. Yes, sir. Please follow me. The party followed the guide into a small building where the guides were quartered. Here Sir George selected a man, and they started on their way. The guide took the lead. Close upon his heels were Hender- son, Lardner, and di Sebastian, who were followed by the inseparable Bergistans, while Bancroft and Von Orm brought up the rear. In this order they descended a stone staircase into a huge vault, used in the olden times as a chapel in which to conduct services for the dead who were buried in the underground graveyard. Here each lighted one of the tapers which had been furnished at the gate. Then the guide proceeded to lead them through a maze of tunnels until they were so turned around that they did not know where they were. Shortly afterward Sir George and Jock stopped to inspect more closely some hieroglyphics on the wall of the passage. Vot do you call dose tings? asked Jock, indicating the ancient writing. Why, my man, those are hieroglyphicsf' replied Sir George. Hei-hei-heir-Oh!,' But, I say, let's hurry and catch up to the party. They hurried along, but it was of no use. They came to a fork in the passages and did not know which one to take. After much discussion, they decided to go to the right. The pair walked along as nonchalant as could be, as if neither had a care in the world. There were rows of graves built into the walls on both sides, some of which had had their covers removed by former ex- plorers. At last Sir George,s curiosity overcame him. He simply had to have a look into one of those tombs. Not content with inspecting one of those already open, he decided to open one himself. Of course he would just remove the slab from the wall, inspect the contents, and immediately put the slab back in place again. When he broached his idea to Von Orm, it did not meet with whole-hearted approval. Vy should you meddle vid dose, anyway? Ah, but my dear fellow, when I leave the catacombs, I shall attempt to write a book on them. Book or no book, I don't tink ve should-oh vel, come on. I vill dry anyting vunce. They both took hold of the stone and tried to move it, but without results. Sir George Dacy Bancroft was determined to see inside and began to look for something to use as a lever. Finally he found what he wanted and proceeded to pry the slab out of the wall. After working for about a half hour, during which time Jock calmly sat smoking a cigar, Sir George pried the slab loose. It fell with a tremendous crash right next to where Von Orm was sitting and nearly scared him to death. S-s-s-say, vot are you drying to do, kill me? The Englishman paid no attention to the Dutchman's sputterings but immediately began to inspect the tomb. He thrust the taper into the opening, only to find that all that was there was a thin layer of dust. He was so disgusted that he actually said, t'Damn itln When they went to replace the slab, they found that it had broken into four or five pieces and so gave it up as a bad job. After resting a while, they continued their rambling. Suddenly a draft blew out their lights and left them in pitch darkness. The draft, they afterwards found out, came from a small hole in the roof of the tunnel. Hey, turn on a match so I can light dis darn tingf' One moment, please. Oh, there you are.', Jock began to poke at the hole with a stick which he'd found on the floor and in doing so dislodged a small stone, which fell on Sir George,s head. Ouch! oh! Now that was not quite the propah thing to do. Sorry.', 'lWell, nevah mind. Let's go on.', They plodded wearily along when suddenly their light again puffed out. Soon after, they noticed a shadow moving on the wall a short dis- tance ahead. They stopped short and moved closer to one another. Vat's dis dat's comin', hein?', whispered Jock. The shapeless shadow swung grotesquely on the wall. It was in- creasing in size. Where's the deuced thing coming from? queried the English knight, oblivious to Jockis question. The shadow loomed bigger, and they watched it with fascinated eyes. Their knees began to lose stability, and their throats were growing drier. A brilliant light flashed into their eyes as the guide stepped around the corner. Say, you fellows stay with the party or you'll get lostf' -Ray Newfrm, '30. A PRICELESS VACATION Got the camera, Joan?', Where,s my hat? I'm sure-why Grace, you're sitting on it. Do I have to get up again? Every time I sit down there's less room for me. I'll be on the roof nextf' Anyone see my keys? I-Iere's the road-map. Flo has been using it for a book mark in her choice edition, 'Rapid Reducing in Two Weeks.' Please don't throw those heavy bags on my feet. They aren't so small. What? Of course I mean the bags- not my feet. Carry the pickles in my lap? I can hardly see over the mountain of odds and ends there now. And they call this a sightseeing trip!,' Finally everything seemed O. K. and the car, bearing five happy girls bound for a two-weeks' vacation, sped forward. The group was on its way to a small town in Maine where Joanis uncle lived. The drive promised to be an exciting novelty, for they were going to camp out at night. It was their first experience in travelling. The girls had pur- chased their car together especially for this trip. Oh, girls, I've forgotten it. The key to our fortune! wailed Grace, suddenly. 'iYour pocketbook? The can opener! A chorus of groans issued forth, followed by a hurried search through the back seat. Be it ever so humble, no home is complete without a can-openerf, murmured Flo, the would-be poetic member of the group. Here it is - stuck in the toe of that shoe I forgot to pack. Some- one is a genius at saving space, commented Mary drily. Say, Mary, you called up the milkman and cancelled our delivery, didn't you? asked Flo of her sister. No, I thought you would do it. Good Heavens! Imagine our front porch lined up with milk bottles. With all the family away, too. Never mind, said Grace consolingly. We can go into the butter business when we come back, if this trip breaks us. However, Mary stopped the car, and Flo ,phoned in a drug store nearby. Once again the girls were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Near dusk, the question of a camping site arose I see a wonderful place. Up there on that hill. Isnyt it a pretty place?', Flo asked enthusiastically. Easy on those hills! rebuked Grace, who was quite stout and not over-anxious for a hard climb when she could escape it. Foolish, you'll never acquire that perfect thirty-four that you've been working for if you don,t work for it,', teased Flo. Their squabble was interrupted by a loud bang, which made them jump halfway to the top of the car. Mary made a hasty inspection and discovered that one of the tires was very flat. It looks as though our problem had settled itself, sighed the girl. Here we stay for tonight. Why were flat tires ever invented? None of the party was skilled in changing tires, as they soon found out. They struggled at it for a time but with no success. They ended by driving the car, flat tire and all, into a small lane off the main road, where they unpacked their belongings. We can fix it in the morning. Perhaps we'll have more strength then, reasoned Joan. Maybe some friendly soul will help us, said Flo cheerfully. They had to carry their necessary equipment, among which was a heavy tent, up to the hill. By the time they had finished, it was dark. With the aid of flashlights and a small fire, they put up the tent and then cooked supper. As they were all sleepy, they agreed to turn in early. I left my box of candy down in the car,', lamented Grace. :Tm dying for a chocolate, but it makes me exhausted even to think of coming up that hill againf' Come on. I'11 go with you,', offered Flo. f'There's an easier way down over towards the right. They started down, but unfortunately they didn't take a light with them and Grace, stumbling, took a neat roll to the foot of the hill. As Flo had said, this piece of ground was grassier and softer than the other ascent, so the tumbler', did not re- ceive any serious injuries. She was assisted back to the tent, where she did not meet with much sympathy. It was so like Grace to do some- thing very funnywithout knowing it. After they had quieted down, Mary said, Say, aren't we near that beautiful fall that everyone told us to visit? We ought to be somewhere in that vicinityf, I saw one beautiful fall tonight, contributed Flo mischievously. She regretted the remark an instant later as a well-aimed pillow struck her head. I, for one, am going to sleepf' said Joan determinedly, and the rest followed suit. The next morning all were up early, ready to start another day. That is, excepting Grace. She had to be pulled out twice, and then they found her back sleeping again in ten minutes. Just as breakfast was over and they had everything nearly ready, Mary came running up to the rest of the girls. She had been wandering around in back of their site and had seen two men coming towards them. At first she hadn't taken much notice of them, but now they seemed to be heading right for the hill. As she was speaking, the two men approached them and one, a tall, rough-looking man, said angrily: Here they are. Jest as I thought! Another bunch of them camp- ers. I sez to Martha, 'This is one crowd that ain't going to get away' and believe me, they're not! he added emphatically. The girls stood dumbfounded! What Was the hick talking about, anyway? The second man, noticing their astonishment, explained. You girls have trespassed on Mr. Soakum's property. He has been troubled with this sort of thing for a long time and just last week he put up a 'No trespassing' sign with the fine stated on it, and he pointed out the sign to the right of the camping site. That,s what I stumbled over last night, gasped Grace. Why didn't I kick the silly thing over or at least read it?', When the girls heard the amount of the fine, they were flabber- gasted. It was far more than they had with them. They tried to per- suade the farmer to give them a few weeks in which they could get money together, but he was insistent on an immediate payment. Some- one had evidently tried this on him before, and he wasn't trusting anyone. He ordered them to take their property back to their car and follow him into the village. As they were going down the hill laden with bundles, they suddenly recalled the flat tire. Flo could not restrain a giggle as she saw the look of disgust on the farmer's face when she innocently asked him if he could wait until they changed a tire. He crossly offered to do it for them, more for saving time than to be oblig- ing. Grace nudged Flo and whispered, So this is the 'friendly soul' you had in mind last night when you wanted us to wait until morning to change the tire? So friendly, isn't he?', The task was soon completed, and the girls followed the farmer's elderly Ford into town. In the oflice of the town clerk a long discussion ensued. The farmer told the girls that they could send home for money if they wished, but the latter would not consent to this. Finally they ended by agreeing to sell their car if it were necessary. They went dis- appoinredly down to the garage man in the village and asked him what price they could get for their car. After looking it over he said, I'll take the ear and give you girls enough money to make up your fine. That's all I can spare now, but to make up the difference I'll give you a building lot which is worth even more than the balance. Does that suit you?', It didn't sound very appealing to the girls, but it had to suit them. In less than an hour everything was cleared up. Here we are on the second day of vacation: been arrested, lost our car, and acquired a lot. We might as well go over and see the property, said Joan complacently. On the way they worked up a little interest in their newly-gained possession. Perhaps they could make money on it. That garage man probably didn't know its value. These hopes were quickly dashed away when they beheld the land. They stared at the swampy, low lot before them, frogs croaking and mosquitoes singing around in droves. Silently they walked back and awaited the bus which would take them home. When they were on the bus, Flo cautioned the others not to tell the folks at home. We would never hear the end of it. Let's pretend We made a profit on the car. We can say that Grace was taken sick. That would explain our coming home, suggested Mary. Do I look as bad as that? questioned the victim. They were a little relieved to get home after all their experiences and were glad to slip in quietly-quite different from their take-off. The next week, as the girls were together again on Mary,s front porch, the postman handed the girl a letter. A puzzled look was in her eyes for a momentg then her face brightened and she excitedly read the contents of the letter to the others: My dear Miss Stevens: The town is taking over some land in Dorville for a reservoir. We need your property. Will you please name a price, and we will send you your amount as soon as possible. Respectfully, David Goodmanf, Our lot. Remember we had it put in my name? Now we can finish our vacation. Isnit that priceless? asked Joan. It certainly will be priceless, agreed Mary as she waved the letter meaningly. -- Anne Hope, '31. i SONG Hide me in a barren tower Standing lonesome by the sea, I'1l be happy, hour by hour, Watching crested waves break free Against the rocks. Blind you then my seeking eyes, Leaving me in gloomy darkg I shall hear the sea gulls' cries Soaring high above the stark And silent rocks. I-Iush you then that mournful song, So I cannot hearken more: I shall hear the cry ere long Pouring sweet from out a door Within my heart. -V. B., ,30. A FRESHMAN THRILLER He was just a poor old skate that had lost his bearings. He might have been a policeman-he was drunk enough. But no, his feet were far from being flat. At last he took hold of himself and swung to the left. Well, I'lI be blowed,', he said, taking out a handkerchief. He had advanced thus far on his merit, and it was therefore no wonder that he was footsore and weary. But there was yet a tiny flame of energy left, so he decided to build a fire. Having found a lengthy stick, he broke it into several pieces. It wonit be long now, he said calmly. Suddenly he heard a noise behind him. He turned. A bruinli' he cried. Well, there is nothing to do but grin and bear it. All at once he became angry. It was a stirring scene, his rage boiled over. The bear gripped one of our strapping young hero's hands in his cruel jaws. You can't get away with that, cried the former, but the latter did not seem to comprehend. HELP WANTED: MALE Help Wanted: Mule. That was all she could see. Plenty of oppor- tunities if she were only a man. Frantic searching through endless news- paper columns brought her the same solution. If she were only a man! But she Wasn't. Why couldn't she be? Her looks weren't against her, they were rather in her favor, for she had a boyish bob and a deep voice. Only twenty-five, with man's clothing she would have the appearance of a much older person. She could try, anyway. No harm would come from trying. Oh! If she only knew what she was attempting! Her name was Geraldine Manton, but she was always called Jerry. Athletic and boyish, she would make an ideal rnan. She was the sort that would try almost anything once and not be afraid of the conse- quences. When she made up her mind to do a thing, she usually did it. Her mind was made up now, and she did it. Besides, she needed work and money, and she resorted to this means of securing it. Dressed in the complete apparel of a man, she made a neat appear- ance. With a newspaper under her arm, she strode up to the first job on her list of four or five. This called for an experienced young man, in- telligent and willing to work. She tried it, without luck, for it was al- ready taken. She again looked at her list. There was nothing very promising except the one which wanted a private secretary. She was experienced, so she tried. After answering the usual questions, she was told that she would know the next day if they would take her. She gave her name as Jerome Manton. The following day she received word that she had been accepted and could start work on Thursday. Early on Thursday morning Jerry arrived in the ofiice. She noticed the girls glance at her as she passed from the main office into the smaller one in which she worked. She hoped they did not see through her guise. She took longer strides and smiled. She liked this, she told herselfg it was like an adventure. She reached the boss,s office and went inside. Mr. Talcott, her em- ployer, was talking with a young man, whom Jerry found later to be his son. Jerry began her duties. Two weeks went by and nothing drastic happened. Jerry mingled with all the employees and was liked by all, especially the girls. A11 were friendly and called her Jerry. She was a good actress and kept up her role. She saw nothing more of the boss's son, but she learned that he had opened an office in another city and was home very infrequently. But she saw much of her employer's daughter, Marge. Marge was a pretty girl of eighteen, just out of a fashionable finish- ing school in New York. She was rather spoiled, as were most of the wealthy girls without a mother. Marge was a frequent visitor in Jerry's office, appearing almost every day, usually to get some money from her father. She would come over to Jerry's desk and watch her work. jerry tried not to be too friendly with her, although she wanted to, for she liked her. There was something in Marge that was very likable, and Jerry could not help noticing it and wishing that she could have her for a friend. Marge showed that she liked Jerry, for she would try to talk to her whenever her father was out of the office. Marge would come more and more often and would always look first at Jerry before she spoke to her dad. Jerry thought that Marge either saw through her disguise or was falling in love with her. She wanted neither to happen, for it would leave her in an embarrassing situation. She would try to appear less friendly so that Marge would keep away from her. But it was of no use, Marge had really fallen in love with her. One day Marge came and invited Jerry to a masquerade. Jerry said she was sorry but she had a previous engagement for that night, how- ever, if she could get out of it, she would try to be present. That suited Marge, for she was sure that Jerry would not fail to come. Now was 1erry's chance to get out of the mess she had made. She planned to go to the masquerade dressed as herself in her girl's clothes. When Marge saw her, she would surely realize the mistake she had made. The night of the ball arrived. Jerry bought a wig to match her hair and to cover her boy's haircut. She dressed in her prettiest gown. She thought how good it felt to be in girl,s clothing once more. Now if Marge would only like her as herself, she would have her as a friend, with no harm done. She took a cab and rode to the hall where the party was to be. It was very cleverly decorated, the lights were turned low, and the orches- tra played a slow number. Jerry looked for Marge in the crowd dancing. She didn't see Marge but she recognized Marge,s brother, Jack, whom she had seen talking with his father the first day she had worked. He was standing in a corner alone, as if he were looking for someone. Probably Marge, she thought. She had been searching for about five minutes, but she could not see Marge anywhere. She found an empty seat and sat down, but not for long. A young man dressed as Romeo asked her to dance. At first she wanted to refuse but finally decided that she might be able to notice her friend if she were among the dancers, so she accepted. Romeo seemed rather nice and very comical. After that dance he introduced her to some fellows but would not let her dance with them. He wanted her for himself. They were dancing near the spot where Marge's brother was standing. Romeo asked if she knew Jack Talcott. Jerry replied that she didn't, and in her heart she wished that she did. He seemed so nice, quiet, and sensible, not at all like these modern fellows. She felt herself being led through the dancers. They approached Jack. Jerry's heart skipped a beat. Jack was looking at her. She was being introduced. The Romeo left them, muttering that he would be back shortly. She heard someone saying, Haven't I seen you some- where before? Before she knew What she was saying, she replied, Perhaps And Jack answered, Anyway, you look mighty familiar to me. I have a faint recollection of having seen you before. Oh, here comes my sister, Marge. Do you know her? Marge was all excited. When she saw Jerry, she stared as if she did not believe her eyes. Then she said, Who is your friend, Jack? When Jack introduced them, Marge smiled and said, Well, I like your spunk, Jerry. I don't know how you did it, but you nearly made me fall in love with you. Well, if you didn't,', remarked Jack, I did. Now tell me what it is all about, Jerry. And Jerry did, very happy with its outcome. --Ioseplaine Mazo, ,30. ONCE A SHAFT OF MOONLIGHT Once in a world dream-dusty now, A shaft of moonlight From a midnight heaven Fell into a garden-shattered- Like a song that breaks of sheerest beauty. And little splinters struck the Howers- Little song-splinters that made them Catch their breath with some strange pain. Then in the dawn Each blossom, dew-cooled, opened With a song-note that was like The most plaintive and most lovely cry In all Godis world! -V. B., 'SIL LIFE'S END The mighty river flowed in peace and solitude, Its waters bubbled here and there, as if A hand with countless fingers stirred below To merge the ooze on bottom with the liquid, and The surface of the whole was touched with oil Lent to the stream by mills some miles above, It lay a silent river with a sullen glow. The open road led near the level, grassy bank To follow thus the stream in vain pursuit. At times they almost touched, then bent away, And one was to the other as a thread to rope, Although its own importance was by far The greater in the traffic which they bore, While in the west the sun proclaimed the dying day. The road pursued the river and a man pursued The road. Quite gray and old, he walked alone Upon the pavement, halting now and then To rest a bit and shift his little pack anew. The evening shadows softened lines etched on His face, they drove the sweat from off His brow, and sought to give him back his youth again He did not seem to note the night so close at hand, Although he must have sensed it as it came. The sky held in its lap a single twinkling star, Which shone upon the valley and the river So very far beneath. He had no fear Of darkness, since for sixty years or more He'd seen it come like this, a stranger from afar. A mist began to form within che valley, flung In streamers by the cooling of the earth, Soon distant objects lost their blended charm To fade away and disappear as did the sun, Now gone to rest beyond the western hills, And silhouettes against the dark blue sky Were blotted, then erased by nature,s hazy arm. The wanderer continued on his lonely way, He stopped to rest no longer, for he saw A fire shining through the mist ahead, And since a blaze does not ignite itself, he knew That someone tended it to use the coals For warmth and light. Accordingly he bent His weary feet down to the glowing point of red. On stepping in the circle lighted by the flames, The careworn traveler found a friend, a tramp Whom he had known for almost half his sixty years, And though by chance they had but met three times In all that span of life, not yet had they Forgotten those encounters, nor had time Wiped out that priceless past which time itself endears. The vagrant welcomed him and shared with him a meal Of chicken stolen from a farmeris roost The night before. Hot coffee from a tin Which steamed above the embers of the dying fire Produced new strength within his tired limbs, And then, refreshed by food and drink, they talked Of life as it was now and as it once had been. When conversation stopped, they sat in backward thought, Each bringing to his memory the facts Of long ago, until at last they slept Beside the blackening coals. The wind began to stir In gentle puffs, and soon the fog had rolled From off the valley of the river where The darting shafts of moonlight softly danced and leapt. With solemn pace the yellow moon moved toward the west To slip in silence past.the worldly rim, And leave the earth Without a source of light, Unless the million stars that shine above are such. The wind was hushed, and as the mist returned, The darkness deepened as it does before The dawn, and then the east foretold the end of night. The sleepy sun was casting' shadows on the land That woke to see it rise. The tramp In deep content dozed on, but soon his guest Arose, prepared a fire, and cooked a steaming soup Composed of pieces of the stolen bird And water from a nearby bubbling spring Which he had found by diligent and careful quest. The beauty of the summer morning seemed to scorn The sleeping tramp, and he, as if aware Of this same indignation, twitched and rolled Until his own queer motions roused him from the peace Of perfect rest. Yet, when they sat to eat, He was the gayerf of the two, and formed A contrast to his ragged friend, so gaunt and old. The breakfast done, they parted, each, to go his way Along lifeis mystic path, and Destiny Unknown to one of them, but not to both, Decreed that they should never meet again, Unless it were in some new life beyond The veil of human understanding. The tramp Remainedg the other travelled south on paths of men. His way led always near the river, where a breeze Was casting waves from shore to shore, And since there were no watchers, no one saw The many glances, full of meaning, which He threw upon the flowing waters there That chilled his soul to think of them, And yet produced in him a sentiment of awe. At noon he lunched on scanty fare some drunken pals That he had met beneath a city bridge Had given him, for that had been his life. He, too, was called a thief, a vagrant, so he knew The merry tramps who aided him, he knew Them all too well. He ate the scraps and took The road once more to flee the city's bustling strife. The sun was sinking low behind the western hills, And all the world was hushed in evening calm, As if it were a child in deep repose. Toward the east, the river made a mighty bend, And 'though the road had long since ceased pursuit, The man had not, but followed it along, As though he sought some secret that it might disclose While night in all its summer splendor chased the last Of day from out the sky, he found a place Where he might sit and watch the river flow All gleaming from reflected light which shone upon The heavens from the moon not yet in view, And when that moon held up its shining face, The muddy, sucking waters gave! a paler glow. The stars fled west, and still the lonely shape remained A shadow on the moonlitl bank, nor did It stir or seem to waken from its dream, Although the thousand: tiny rustlings of the night, Produced by nature,s unseen workings, strove To wrest from it all concentrated thought, And make their voices heard above the mighty stream. The staring, sightless eyes, the wild and straggled hair And features strained beyond their natural state Foretold an awful conflict that involved Some great decision which contained a life or death. The struggle raged until the mellow note Of church bells tolling out the midnight hour Disturbed the air, and then he knew the problem solved. At last the mind within the man was conquered, and The river. drew its victim as the huge And bloated spider snares its prey. He rose, And instantly the rustling noises ceased, as if They sensed the coming tragedy, he moved In brisk descent, and soon he felt a surge Of water at his feet, his waist, then at his nose. Some bubbles broke the surface where he sank from view, But soon the stiffened body rose to show , The watching moon the haggard, pallid face, And then the greedy current dragged it down. Three times It rose to disappear again below , The scum, and then it rose no more, but far Beneath pursued the river in its endless race. - Douglas Glazlwin, '3 O. SEA PICTURES I sat dreamily watching the green waves roll along the shore, break- ing into a feathery foam. My vision wandered and before it, drifted a proud schooner, her sails glistening white in the evening sun, her prow dipping majestically on the curling waves. From her decks came the clear song of a chantey. The wind and waves caught it. Slowly the vision vanished into the dim horizon. In its place came a huge liner. No billowing sails, no song, no proud racing, or fighting with the wind. A column of smoke issued from it and became an almost invisible veil. The ungainly bulk plunged '1q2iu sq: ui Masai Jsol put samzm AJSUB Sql qgnolql pnmxuo -Ramona Krefzmer, '31. MAGIC What magic in the air today Has sent my breathless heart so high? What joy-choked, calling song-bird's lay Has found the earth in search of sky? What makes today eternal seem- Tomorrow but a pleasant dream? I cannot tell. V. B., '30. FARMERS There was something sinister, gloomy, about the tall, gaunt man who shuffled down the dirt road. His small, beady eyes darted in any direction from which he heard a twig snap. Tall rushes grew farther back from the road. The huge trees of the swamp cast their dark shadows all about, making the very air harmonize with the man,s thoughts. Our acquaintance jumped, for he had heard distinctly the tread of a foot. He sprang behind a tree and from there watched another man creep from the brush, hesitate, and then walk into the road boldly and on. The former walked from behind the tree and caught up with the other. Howdy, strangerf, the tall man spoke at once. Mind if I hoof it wid ya? Not a' 'tall, his newly-found companion answered just as readily. This place is kinda lonesome for a guy all alone. Would it be askin' too much if I inquired for your name? Ah-you can call me Bob, Bob Beldingf' !'Well, glad ta meet ya, Bob. My name's Dan Forrest? Dan was short and stocky, entirely different from Bob. Own a little farm down a ways, Dan seemed willing to talk as if were a relief after solitary walking. Funny we never met before, Dan. I own a little farm just outside the next town. Ought to see more of each other after this. Bob also had an air of relief about him. Yet he was ever watchful. Both men kept up a careful look-out and once found themselves scrutinizing each other. After all, that was only natural. Sure is spooky in this place. My car broke down a ways back,', Bob said. That's how I come to be walkin'.', I left mine at home, thought I could walk it to my sister's placef, Dan also was able to account for his walking. This sort of talk went on for perhaps a half hour, while the men plodded alongf The forest or swamp was as long as it was deep. The chug of an automobile was heard. The sound electrihed the two men. Yet each was able to master his feelings and act naturally. Each seemed to rely upon the other for protection. Why -? The car drew up to them slowly and came to a stop. Its only occupant was a man of large build, tanned by the summer sun. Hello, there! Want a lift? Pretty tough walking, isn't it? the man called cheerily. The two men walking looked at each other and then at the driver of the car. Both hesitated, yet neither wanted to show any concern. Guess it,s all right with me. Dan was the first to accept the offer. Same here. Bob followed his lead. Hop in the back thereg I'm only going to the next town, but I guess that'll be a help. The driver seemed rather glad of the chance to take the two travelers for a ride. Then three men were starting for the town. But on reaching the town -. Made a good haul today! Detective John McKinley called out cheerfully, on entering the small office of a detective agency in the town of Marsdale, a suburb in South Carolina. What's new? a man evidently the head of the agency asked. Jed just caught 'Red' Gelder and Teddy Long. Said it was as easy as takin' candy from a kid. He met them out on the swamp road. Huh, the chief grunted. Must not've been as smart as we were led to believe. Good one on those Connecticut dicks. How come they were together? Thought they came from different states? That's the funny part of it. They had each other fooled into thinkin' both of 'em farmers. Relied on the other guy for a cover-up. As crooks they made good farmers, all right, the chief laughed. Kathleen Hope, '33. THE CALL OF ADVENTURE Cyrus Higgens was not a country farmer, although his name sug- gested as much. Cyrus was a young man of twenty-four, successful in business, but thin, pale, and sallow. His doctor had warned him several times that his heart broke all speed records and that some day it would stop with a crash. This worried Cyrus, but he resolved with the firmness of an Horatio Alger hero to take a vacation and recover his health. Cyrus had never been in the country much. He sat at a desk all day, then he went home and read passages from a book It Can Be Done until his mother warned him that he must go to bed. But for all this, Cyrus was anxious to take a trip. He fitted himself according to his own ideas: three high-powered rifles, a shotgun, elaborate fishing tackle, and more elaborate clothes. A friend had made arrange- ments for him at the lake. Cyrus' arrival at Greensboro Bend was an event to be remembered. As the train stopped, Cyrus stepped out with all the importance of a big game hunter. He was dressed in clothes entirely unsuitable for that locality. He wore high shoes that were much too heavy, a complete hunting outfit, and a large leather coat. He was met by Ted Fellows, a young man of twenty. Ted Was of an ingenious nature, and here was an excellent opportunity to use this important young man as an object of his ingenuity. Accordingly, he showed Cyrus the way to the lake in his old Ford. He drove as far as he could and then led Cyrus through a swamp and entirely around the lake before he left him at the cabin. Cyrus had brought all canned pro- visions, but even then it was dark before he finished his meal. In the meantime Ted had sought out his friend, Sam Divinell, and together they had caught two of Ted's cows. These cows were ancient, but they served the purpose well. It took them nearly two hours to reach the lake. It was then that Ted's plot began to show itself. He painted phosphorus rings around the cows' eyes and stripes all over their faces. Next, he tied them in front of Cyrus' cabin and retired quietly. The two cows were restless. They began moving about, finding that they could not get loose, they began a plaintive mooing. Inside the cabin a figure shivered. It was Cyrus. His heart skipped a couple of beats and then returned to its former speed. Finally Cyrus had the Courage to peek out of the window. He stared, all he could see were two structures that looked like prehistoric animals. There were stripes on their faces and they looked queer and made strange sounds. Cyrus thought they were going to attack him. What should he do? He would be trampled in the dirt with the cabin tumbled over his head. He reached for his rifle and shot again and again until the rifle became hot. Cyrus looked again, but he could see nothing. He lay on the bed, nervous and shivering, until he finally dropped to sleep. Ted and Sam heard the shots and came back to see the results and to get the ropes from the cows. The two cows had served the purpose, they had died nobly and Without retreating. Ted and Sam recovered the ropes and went to tell Ted's father, who was the sheriff and game warden. Cyrus was waked the next morning by a loud knock on the door. He opened it cautiously and was confronted by a large man with an equally large voice and a sheriif's badge. 'Tm going to arrest you right now, growled this newcomer. W-What for?,' stammered Cyrus. For murdering two honorable and defenseless cows. Fm the game warden here, and it's out of season to kill cows. Cyrus attempted to explain, but he became more confused than before. However, the sheriff said he would let him go if he would pay sixty dollars for the cows. Cyrus consented and made a hasty departure from that vicinity. Result of hunting trip as seen by Cyrus' diary: Hunting trip at Greensboro Bend, Vermont S320 outfit. S60 for killing two domesticated cows. fMy heart is now exceeding former speed limit.j - D. S., '30, INSPIRATION She is the breath of Spring to me, Her sinuous movements, Fine and free, Her slender limbsg their rhythmic grace All ugliness and blight efface. A lovely gift of God is she- My inspiration is a Tree. C. T., '30. LOST - A DREAM Traveller, did you Hnd a dream anywhere, ln some far land, as you travelled there? 'Twas a beautiful dream of a garden fair, And birds, and- No? Well, I shan't care, live dreams enough left-and some to spare! e-V. B., '30. THE QUALITIES OF LIFE Most people consider life as the period between birth and death. The conception of it as going on before and after their earthly visitation, of life guided by the eternal principles of morality, seems to escape their minds. To them the factors of time and existence are bound Within the narrow confines of their own life-spans. In reality, lives are but suc- cessive lightning flashes on the screen of Eternity. And as lightning will forever emanate from the same physical forces, so will civilized and intelligent human beings be ever influenced by the same fundamental factors. These basic principles are not set down in concrete form as laws and statutes. They' are of abstract quality and subject to various inter- pretations. This being so, it is the objective that should be examined rather than the manner by which the objective is revealed. Since these great principles that form the fabric of life are so closely interwoven, it is impossible to unravel any one thread and say that this is most important to the texture and color of the cloth. However, it is possible to distinguish each principle and to discuss its value without dis- turbing the pattern of the great work. The significant moral principle of truth is very obviously an important unit of life. Whether or not a man is true determines his status in the eyes of God and man. Truth may be compared with an iceberg, there is more to it than is readily seen. It is more than a matter of not telling a lie. It is associated with every act of a person's life, for if a man does not act in accordance with his ideals, he is not being honest. If a man publicly agrees when he morally disagrees, he is being hypo- critical. The person that will set asidel his own convictions for material gain is untrue to himself. The state of being truthful is not entirely a relationship with, othersg a man must convince himself of the value of honor in matters involving only his own conscience. To respond to the inner discretion which under normal circumstances is truth, is to fulfill an obligation to oneself. Life is a liberal constitution. It is composed of a multiplicity of laws. There are natural laws and those formulated by society, all of which are supposed to function for the good of the greatest number. With a few exceptions, laws do perform this office. Therefore, since these restrictions and obligations are so inseparably connected with the act of living, it is necessary for man to learn to obey at an early age. He must accept and conform to the same natural laws as have his ancestors and as will his descendants. Fear of punishment is the greatest check upon law-breaking Over-indulgence is the breaking of a natural law, and intelligent people refrain from so doing because they picture the inevitable results. And to go to the other extreme, many murders are prevcntedl because of the would-be murdereris fear of capital punishment. Man knows that wrong- doing will bring its retribution. And it is far-fetched idealism to preach the doctrine of refraining from evil out of respect for good. Many people believe that their respect for law springs from their excellent moral fiber, but it is generally recognized that fear is a powerful stimulant for respect. It is enough to say that laws are of a preventive rather than a punitive nature. The experience of generations has taught us the value of obeying the prevailing laws. To rebel against the so-called tyranny is to pave the way to unhappiness and regret. It is much simpler and more logical to recognize the restrictions which years and circumstances have proven necessary. It is required of very few people to make great sacrifices. However, every person is called upon hourly to make little sacrihces which are neg- ligible in themselves but whose results are often of prime importance. Everyone is familiar with the sacrifices of love Qbooks are replete with examplesj. It is with less fanciful subjects that we are to deal. In school the pressure of acquiring necessary knowledge causes play and fun to be sacriiced. Later in life the responsibilities of family and business cause men to forsake certain profitless forms of amusement. Mothers sacrifice personal pleasures in order to answer better the needs of their children. It is unnecessary to enumerate further. A sacrifice is the giving up of one thing for another. In most cases the thing given up is in favor of some- thing nobler. To sacrifice is to add richness to one's character. The memory that one has aided a fellowman will make him more sympathetic, gentler in his judgment of others. And he will have gained in the measure- ment of his self-respect. The good derived from taking time to cheer a sick person or comfort a friend far offsets the cost of the act. A Willing sacrifice is of inestimable value, whether it be large or small, for the bonds so established between the persons concerned are more than com- mensurate with the degree of sacrifice. Of all the desirable things to be experienced in life, beauty stands foremost. There is no definition that will adequately encompass this elusive term. Different people with dissimilar temperaments will not find beauty in the same places. But? wherever this quality is appreciated, life takes on a deeper tone and the relationships of a man,s mind to the Something sacred within him is intensified. One cannot live an hour with his soul and eyes open without encountering beauty. It may be in a tree, an old house, a little child, or again it may be in the landscape, in a picture, or in music. Perhaps one reason that many people are unaware of the beauty around them is that they do not attach any significance to the objects at which they glance. A tree leaves their minds unquickened by the sense of beauty. To them a tree is merely a Woody plant, valuable as shade and fuel. But to a seeker of beauty it is a creation of God, be- gotten of the Wind and rain. It is a Stoic, immobile beneath the sun and storm. The leaves quiver to the sonnets of the breeze. The unseen roots are engaged in a mighty struggle with the soil. The tree breathes and lives, then someday dies. Thus beauty lies revealed whenever significance is attached to the apparently commonplace things of life. All objects in the World cannot be colorful or perfectly proportioned, but everything has a beautiful meaning lying hidden from casual eyes. And now We come to the subject of courage. A universal definition may be applicable to this term: that courage is the control of one's faculties in the presence of a certain exigency. The reckless abandon in face of danger is not courage. It is rather ignorance. True courage is shown by meeting dire circumstances with set teeth and a white face. Life demands such courage. In the course of a life-time, a person has to meet and overcome, or be defeated by, many difficulties and disheartening set-backs. Life is continually sifting men, the cowards sooner or later being separated from the men of courage. The cowards reveal themselves when misfortune becomes their lot. They give up in despair instead of grimly fighting to higher ground. Although these unfortunate people may realize that happiness does lie somewhere ahead, they have not the forti- tude to face the present. It must be understood that unless the bitter caprices of fate are taken bravely, the sweetness will be withheld. In this, man determines his future. If he decides to complain about his hard luck, how can he experience contentment again? There is the courage of the soldier, the doctor, the scientist, the minister, and the mother. There is the courage to live after a loved one has died and the courage to gather together a shattered life and start anew. Those with chill discouragement in their hearts should be warmed by the sight of others standing up bravely to the same difficulties. Courage was given man to help defeat evil influences and when man allows cowardice to overwhelm valor, he is defeating God's purpose. These are admittedly but a few of the principles with which one comes in contact during life, but they are of the first magnitude. If they should be followed to the utmost degree by everyone, the human race would approach nearly to perfection. -C. T., '30, OLD SILAS GREENE The spring day was very warm, and all the people of the town were out cleaning their houses and raking the leaves of last autumn from their lawns. But not so old Si Greene, when the day had grown suf- ficiently warm, he got out a chair and his old pipe to enjoy the sunshine. He leaned the chair up against the unpainted, rickety fence and peace- fully smoked while he watched his neighbors work. Si was a widower - his wife had died of working too hard - a very shiftless one. His house was unpaintedg the blinds were swinging in the gentle breeze, and when they hit the house every pane of glass would rattle and almost fall out. Some of the panes were lacking and in their places, covering the holes, were old rags, newspapers, or pieces of card- board. The barns and sheds were in the same condition, although one could see that the Greene farm had been a very good and prosperous one at some far time. Silas had one cow, which he let wander around the town and in the neighbors' gardens. When night came, the cow would also come back to the house to be milked. If Si needed the milk, he would milk herg if he didn't -well, he just wouldn't. Silas passed the day by smoking and making remarks to himself, How foolish people are to work so hard!,' When evening came, it got rather chilly out in the yard, so he went down to the barn and milked the cow. Then he came up to the house and made some hot coffee and went to bed, all tired out from dreaming about piles of money and what he would do with it if he had it. Q' The next morning Si took his usual place by the fence. He had not been there long when a small boy came along and said, Mr. Greene, your cow is stuck in the mire down at the other end of the village. All rightf, replied Silas, I'll go down and pull her out by'n'by. He turned his chair so that the sun would not shine -in his eyes and went back to sleep. About noon a man stopped on his Way to the city and said, Si, your cow is in the mud up to her belly, better go down and pull her out. Si replied without opening an eye, All right, I'll go down and pull her out by'n,by. Then he went back to dozing and dreaming of the cellar of the house being full of money. just as he was putting out his hands to touch it, he was waked by a voice saying, Silas, your cow is dead down in the mire, go down and pull her out! It was the constable and Silas went. He got his horse out of the barn, hitched the wagon to her, and drove off down to the mire. About two hours later he came back with the cow's hide and also the best meat in the wagon. He put the meat in the cellar and started for the city about ten miles away. When he had covered half of the distance, night overtook him. He saw a light away off in the distance, so he turned his horse toward it and soon came to a deserted house from whose window the rays were coming. He put his horse in the old lean-to shed and went into the house. On the table a candle, stuck in the end of a bottle, was burning brightly, but there was no one in the room. He shouted, no one answered, so he brought the skin and the head of the cow into the house and climbed up into the loft. He was dead tired from having done so much work and promptly fell asleep. About midnight he was waked by a low guttural voice saying, Jack, here's your part. Bill, hereis your part. Mike, here's yours, and yours, Joe. Si looked down through a crack in the boards and saw seated around a table piled high with money, six men, the band of robbers who had been terrorizing the land. Although Si was very lazy, he had a keen mind. A plan formed in this acute mind: he rolled up in the hide and, carrying the head in his arms, rolled down onto the table. Immediately the light went out, and in the pale moonlight the men saw a headless devil on the floor carrying its head in its arms. This was too much. They shot out of the doors and the windows and scattered, leaving the money strewn about the room, never to return again to that vicinity. Si lighted the candle and started to pick up the money, he filled the hide full and also the wagon. Then he drove home, where he arrived just at dawn. He proceeded to hide the treasure where no one but he himself would ever be able to find it. Shortly afterward, workmen began to repair his house, and soon he had the best looking farm in the village, with hired men running it. The neighbors, who had been wondering where he had got the money, could restrain themselves no longer and Si replied, Oh! I sold my cow's hide for a dollar a hair. They knew that this was very far-fetched, but some of them did kill their cows, and all that they could get was a dollar per hide. Then he X was suspected of being in alliance with the robbers, but people who knew him declared him too lazy. At last the few who had killed their cows seized Silas and put him in a barrel. They carried him to the top of a hill and sent the barrel rolling down the hill towards the pond. Next they rushed to his house to find the gold. They dug in the cellar of the barn and of the house, tapped on the walls to find secret closets, but they could not discover any trace of the money. As for Silas, the barrel rolled down the hill and into a clump of bushes, which stopped him from going into the pond. A trader com- ing along-the road with a herd of cattle heard Silas shouting for help and let him out. Old Si, by way of rewarding the trader, bought his cattle from him. After having bought the cattle, he didn't know what to do with them. Then he thought he would play a trick on his neigh- bors, so he drove his herd home and put them in the barn. Immediately they stopped their search to ask him where he got the cows. Si replied, Oh, out of the bottom of the pond where you pushed me. Knowing that this was not so, they began to grow angry. Old Si, seeing that his trick wasn't going to turn out, told them of his escapade with the robbers, adding that he had had a hand-to-hand fight with the leader, but for his running away with the rest of the band, he would have beaten him up. Then Si gave to the people who had killed their cows to sell them at a dollar a hair his newly-bought herd of cattle. From that day on Silas was a respected man. He delighted in telling his story to the chil- dren of the neighborhood, and the children never tired of hearing it because it was never twice the same. james Standish, '30. A THE SEEKER I am a seeker Searching for all that is white: A pure soul, A lovely thought, An aching smile, A fragment of a poignant poem, A life well lived, A futile yearning Of a lonely person For a beautiful unknown, A sacred friendship, A clean wind, The driving of Heaven's rain, Any little bit Of God-onearth I seek, and one day, I shall find. -V. B., '30, MARK THE LETTER X: A BUSINESS FANTASY We won,t have much money at first, dearf, That sentence turned over and over in Mabel's brain. She had just that evening promised to marry Tom Morgan. UI know Tom is worthy of a better position than that of a common laborer in the paper bag factory. If he only weren't so easy and so afraid to put himself forward-but then, if he weren't, he wouldn't be my Tom. If Tom's father hadnit died when Tom was a boy, Tom probably would have had a chance to educate himself, but with his mother to support he really couldn't. I think I will talk it over with him, maybe he would take a correspondence course. I may as well go to sleep now, it won't do any good to worry. The next night, during the intermission at the dance, Mabel brought the matter to his attention. Tom, I noticed an advertisement in a magazine concerning a cor- respondence course that a person could study in his spare time. There were pictures and letters from men who had taken this course and who had succeeded. There is a choice of several different courses. There is one in Architecture, Civil Engineering, Business Management, and some othersf' But Mabel, what has this to do with us? asked Tom. Tom, I want you to take a course. Just think, you could be busi- ness manager of your factory. Why, Mabel, I probably shall be in a few years, anyway. When Corbett dies, they will give his job to one of usg then if I get that posi- tion, there will be plenty of chances for further advancement. All those men are getting on in years, and they will either retire or die before longf' Tom, I don't want to wait for someone to die before you are ad- vanced. Please, Tom, it wouldn,t do any harm, and it probably would do some good for you to take a course. No, Mabel, we won't talk any more about it, Tom said. There they let the matter rest - or rather, Mabel did. Tom, however, thought about it often. Finally he decided to take a correspondence course secretly, and if he acquired a good position to tell Mabel of itg if, on the other hand, he couldn't make good, Mabel need never know. Tom hunted through several magazines before he found that for which he was looking. After he had marked the letter X before the course he wished to take, he mailed it. In about a week Tom received some books and pamphlets from the American Correspondence School. He didn't see any relationship at all between that which he was studying and busi- ness managership, but he kept faithfully at it. There was only one thing that marred his happiness: he was unable to spend much time with Mabel. On the day that he received his diploma, he went immediately to Mr. MacGregor, the president of the paper bag factory. What can I do for you today, Mr. Morgan? asked Mr. MacGregor. Mr. MacGregor, I am going to be married soon, and I want to get a better position. I have just received a diploma from the American Correspondence School. I want to be promoted to the position of busi- ness manager of this factory. I think that this factory needs younger men, men who have modern ideas. Did you say that you had a diploma from the American Corres- pondence School, Mr. Morgan? asked the president. Yes, here it is, Tom answered, holding the diploma before his employer's eyes. All right then, you may begin your new work as business manager the first of next month, Mr. MacGregor responded. Tom rushed from the office. His first thought was to tell Mabel the glad news. When Mabel had congratulated Tom on his advancement, she asked to see the diploma. After reading it through, Mabel cried: Tom, I thought you said that Mr. MacGregor had made you busi- ness manager. He has done that, Mabel,', Tom answered patiently. But this diploma states that you have passed a course in scenario writing! It doesnit mention business management at all! Tom, what course did you take?,' demanded Mabel. I don't really know, dear. I marked a letter 'X' before one of the courses advertised. I didn't think that it mattered much which one I did take. I didn't see how it was going to help me to become a business manager. But, no matter, I have the job now, and I know that I can make good. All I needed was confidence in myself, and that diploma gave it to me, even though it was false. Dorothy Field, '30. TO MA' LIZA Yo ahs am lik de lily pads Dat Hoat in yondah brook, Yo hair am lik a, dusty mop, Yo nose a button hook. Yo cheeks am black as ebony, An' maybe blackah still, But I is sure dat them red lips Could giv de bigges' thrill. Yo teeth am white as White could be, Yo eahs wave in dc breeze, Yo neck am kindah dusky, but Yo's nice enuf ter squeeze. Yoas got a shape lik Venus, Lik de Venus at de pump- Ah love's yo, clear, but here's a bridge, An' I am gwine ter jump. -fl. Nonymous, '30. HISTORY OF WETHERSFIELD The history teacher came into the classroom and silenced the pupils. Quiet, children. We have already started on the study of the three oldest towns in Connecticut. First, I have told you that we shall con- sider Wethersfield. I read a little about it in class and gave you references. That was today's assignment I gave you last week, so I expect you to answer the questions I ask you. Now, John, tell me why this town was named Wethersfield? He answered, 'fThe name 'Wythersfield' was given to the plantation in February, 1636-37. This name means sheep field. Wethersfield in Connecticut was named in honor of Wethersfield, England. Certain physical features resemble each other, especially the soil. It is said that John Clarke or Clerke, one of the pioneer settlers, might have been the Dr. John Clerke who inherited the manor of Wethersfield in 1629, or his son or nephew. The Wethersheld QConnecticutj John Clarke was a very important man in the town, and he may have named it. Give another reason for the name, Mary, said Miss Collins. Mary answered, The wife of Leonard Chester was thought by Dr. Bond to have been a descendant of Sir Hugh Neville, 'Lord of Wethers- field' Wethersfield might have been named in the honor of Mrs. Chester, who had the first white baby born on the plantation. Now, James, can you tell me something about cattle raising in the early days? said the teacher. He asked, What was the question, Miss Collins? Now, if you would only listen to what I say, she answered, you would know the question. Anne, will you please answer the question. In the early days,,' she started, the cattle were taken care of by herders. Richard Belden in 1647 was chosen by the town to take care of twelve score cattle. In 1648 there were four cow keepers. They were joined together to guard the herds from wolves. The herders went from house to house blowing a horn, warning the people to turn out the cattle for them. There were two herds, one 'near Hartford and the other below the south field in Rocky Hill. For both sheep and cattle a common was made south of Jordan Lane. Very good, Anne. You must have done some work, commented the teacher. We shall now hear about some of the early industries. Jane, did you find anything about that? Yes, she answered, 'QI found something about that. Wethersfield was one of the most important ports on the Connecticut. It exported beaver and deer skins, lumber, brick, grain, meat, horses, and many other things. Cloth manufacturing began as early as 1697. Jacob Griswold in 1712 built a mill for manufacturing and dressing cloth. At Griswoldville two water power factories knitted large quantities of underwear. In 1797, Levi Dickinson made corn brooms which were probably the first made in the United States. Arthur, was there any witchcraft in Wethersfield? questioned Miss Collins. Arthur replied, Wethersfield had quite a few cases of witchcraft. Mary Johnson was 'by her owne confession' found guilty of 'familiarity with the Devil.' She was not heard of afterwards, so it is not known whether she was executed. John Carrington with his wife, Joane, came to Wethersfield about 1643 and lived at Sandy Lane. He was a lawless man, for in 1650 he had been fined ten pounds for 'bartering a gun with an Indian.' In 1651 Carrington and his wife were charged with witchcraft. He was executed and the wife was probably, also. Very good, Arthur. Will somebody volunteer to tell an interesting fact about Wethersfield in the Revolutionary days? questioned the teacher. All right, Nancy, you may. Nancy started, The people of Wethersfield were very hostile towards the Stamp Act. Here is an example. On September 16, 1765, Jared Ingersoll, a British Stamp Actmaster and a maker of cheap watches- Nancy, what do you mean? I never heard of that,', interrupted Miss Collins. Well,,' said Nancy, where do our Ingersoll watches come from? He was a Stamp Actmaster, anyway. On his way to Hartford from New Haven he was stopped near the Wethersheld Elm and made to write and seal his resignation of office. The crowd let him go after he had shouted the words 'Liberty and Property' three timesf' Richard, will you continue, please, requested the teacher. He answered, Silas Deane was a very prominent man during the Revolution. He was an active member of the Continental Congress in 1774. The following year he was one of the five Connecticut members of the Congress of Confederation. He early became one of the con- fidants of Washington and afterwards an ambassador to France. Tell something about privateering under this topic, Susan, said the teacher. She responded, One of the earliest privateers of Wethersfield was Barnabas Deane, Silas' brother. In the year 1776 he owned the sloop 'Revengef which was probably one of the several vessels destroyed by the British in the Penobscot in 1779. Ashbel Riley was owner of two privateer sloops, the 'Rangeri and the 'Snake'. In the following years there were many more privateersf' Judith, can you tell me something about the Webb House which is also under the heading of Revolutionary days? questioned Miss Collins. Yes, I found quite a bit on that subjectf' she replied. The Webb House was known as Hospitality Hall because so much entertaining was done there. In 1752 Joseph Webb, Sr., bought the place from Samuel Wolcott with a dwelling house, barn and other buildings. He tore down the mansion and built the house which is now standing. The original color of the house was red, and the front porch was changed many years ago. Except for these changes, the house remains the same as when it was built. Go on about the Webb House, Williamf' said the teacher. William continued, Webb died in 1761 at the age of thirty-five and left two sons, Joseph and Samuel. The former was a merchant and trader to the West In-dies in 1775 when he was twenty-six years old. His brother was a Brevet-Brigadier General at the same time. He was twenty-two years of age. The two brothers occupied the old home for some years. All right. You recited that very well. Will somebody tell about Washington's visit there? asked Miss Collins. George, you may recite about that. He replied in answer, Washington's first visit was on June 30, 1775, when he was on his way to take command of the army at Cambridge. With him were other officers. There is some doubt whether Washington visited here in September, 1780, while he was in Hartford. There is no question whether he came on May 19, 1781. The con- ference which was held that day was probably the most important of the war. With Washington were Count de Rochambeau, General Knox and numerous others. The campaign which was planned in the Webb House resulted in the siege of Yorktown and the end of the Revolution. Fine, George, praised Miss Collins. You have had a very good lesson. I think you will all agree with me that Wethersfield has a very interesting historyf' - Helen Frizzfl, '34. GRINGO The young man seated at the corner table of a cabaret in Corents, Nicaragua, was obviously lost in his thoughts. For the last hour he had been staring at nothing. His only movement was to light a fresh cigarette or to take a gulp from the bottle in front of him. He was reflecting upon the happenings of the last two years. He, Roy Travers, had once been a wealthy young man of good standing in New York society. Now he was an outcast, without friends, and wanted by the police as the murderer of Walter Steele, a fellow club-member. Roy and Steele had never been very friendly, but until their one quarrel, they had never had any real trouble. However, one night in the club Steele had made several insulting remarks about Roy. Roy had let these pass unnoticed because he knew that Steele had been drinking. Not satisfied, Steele continued to throw insults until Roy's temper flared. He struck Steele, knocking him over a chair, his head striking the floor with a sickening thud. He lay in a queer strained position, and Roy, thinking that his neck had been broken, had fled. That same night he had boarded a tramp steamer bound for Nicaragua, and for the past two years he had been roaming through the mountain district of Central America. Even in two years he had learned many customs of the natives and had become friendly with them. The young man started from his thoughts and lit a fresh cigarette. He somberly regarded the bottle of liquor that the waiter had just placed on the table. It was only a short time past that he had started drinking heavily, but even then he knew that it was seriously under- mining his health. He knew that liquor and a tropical country were serious if mixed. In a year, perhaps, he would be dead. Roy wondered if it would be better if he committed suicide. He was an outcast. He would never be able to go back to his former life. He would always be running from one place to another to evade the police. He wondered how it would finally end. Roy sighed and glanced up as a shadow fell across his table. He saw a young man, slightly older than himself, in the uniform of a United States Marine, evidently an officer. The stranger glanced around and then seated himself at Roy's table, presumably because he preferred the com- pany of a white man. They looked at each other curiously, then the stranger smiled and extended his hand. You seem to be the only white man heref' he said, and it is evident that you are an American. We should become acquaintedf, You're right, smiled Roy, 'iand I'm glad to see an American. You are the first one I have spoken with for two years. They continued their conversation, and Roy found the stranger to be a frank, likable fellow. His name was William Gorman. He had been sent down with a few companies of marines to maintain order in case the rebels really started a revolution. The rebels had made tentative advances, but they had not done any damage. It was known, however, that they were smuggling arms and ammunition, but the authorities had never been able to discover the place where the arms were kept. As time went on, Roy and Bill became staunch friends. They saw each other nearly every day and naturally became confidential, though Roy did not speak of his former life. He did not even tell Bill his real name but assumed the name of Ted Armstrong. Bill told Roy of his hopes and ambitions. His big chance was at hand, if his reports were favorable, he would be promoted. Also Roy learned that Bill was very much in love with a girl in New York, but as she had a comfortable income, he refused to marry her until he was promoted and had a sufficient income to support her in her accustomed style. In the meantime the rebels were contriving their plans for a general uprising. Usually the rebels started whenever they got a few men and some ammunition, but General Emil Ramon Carranza Hidago Vella, the rebel leader, was crafty and unscrupulous. Therefore he laid his plans carefully. He smuggled machine guns and rifles into the country and increased his forces as much as possible. When he struck, he intended to sweep everything before him. The marines had captured one load of munitions, but Bill knew that there were many more loads sweep- ing toward the mountains. He had good reason to be worried because he could not attack until the rebels gave him a sufficient excuse, and, as the rebel forces were being increased in strength, he feared that the small number of marines would be wiped out. One night while seated in front of Bill's tent talking of various problems, Bill suddenly showed Roy a picture of his fiancee. Roy's hand shook as he returned the picture. It was his sister Alice. What's the matter? Do you know her? asked Bill, noticing the strange look on Roy's face. No, answered Roy recovering himself, but the face seemed familiar for an instant. Then he abruptly changed the subject and a little while after, he left for his own tent, his head whirling. It was astounding-one of Fate,s little tricks. William Gorman, his best friend and the man from whom he must keep his identity, was engaged to marry his sister. Bill had noticed his look. Probably he already sus- pected Roy's real name, and in the next exchange of letters he would find out everything. By that time he must be in some other country. It was nearly two o'clock before Roy went to bed. The next morning Roy started making plans for a trip into the moun- tains. He intended to find the rebel's camp. He told Bill of his plan, but it was not met favorably, because Bill had already sent several natives who had been ambushed and killed. In spite of this, Roy con- tinued his preparations for the journey, but just before he was ready to start he became sick with jungle fever. It was not serious, with plenty of quinine and a few days of rest he would be as fit as ever. To Roy his sickness was a bitter piece of bad luck, because he was afraid that his identity would be discovered before he could leave. In spite of his fears, in the week that Roy was sick Bill did not ever speak of receiving a letter from Alice. They heard a rumor that the rebels were assembling around their general ready to start fighting, so that Roy was more anxious than ever to find their camp, though he was not entirely well. The next morning when Bill rose, he found a note from Roy say- ing that he had left for parts unknown but that he hoped to find the camp. Three hours later he received a letter from his fiancee with a snapshot of her brother. The man Bill knew as Ted Armstrong was really Roy Travers. The letter also said that Roy had left because of a fight, but the man he thought he had killed was only unconscious a short time. Bill had written for this information, but it was a little late. If it had only come sooner, Roy would have been saved. Perhaps he could be overtaken, it was worth trying, so Bill sent for a native scout, gave him the letter, and warned him to hurry. Meanwhile Roy was progressing slowly but steadily toward the mountains. He had an idea of a place in a sheltered, boxed-in valley that might well be the store house for the rebels. The powder and arms would undoubtedly be kept in a building. His plan was to blow up the building with some powder caps and then to go to South America. It was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at the valley. He crawled to a clump of bushes and surveyed the valley. Finally, after an hour of watching, he saw several rebels carrying boxes intoi the largest building in the clearing. He concluded by the shape of the boxes that they contained machine guns. He determined to wait until darkness had fallen and then try to get through the rebel picket lines. Suddenly he heard a rustling behind him. He whirled around with his automatic ready, but it was only the scout that Bill had sent after him. As Roy was still weak, the scout had made better time. The fellow could speak very little English, but he gave the letter to Roy. He opened it, and as he read it his head whirled with a chaos of thoughts. He was innocent. He could return to New York, to his friends and his home. Then he looked down into the valley. Dusk had fallen, and the rebels were forming a guard around the clearing. The old careless, carefree look came into Roy's eyes, as he swung silently down the hill towards the rebels. He would blow up that one house before he re- turned. The general had made the mistake of putting all his ammuni- tions in one building. Roy cautiously neared the picket line. A figure loomed up in front of him. His automatic crashed down on the fellow's head, but the rest had heard him. There were shots and cries of Gringo! Gringo! Roy ran for the center building. Bullets were whirring around him. Something tore its way through his leg. Another bullet struck his shoulder, but he managed to crawl through the doorway. He tried to stop the flow of blood from his wounds, it was useless. Roy lay quiet, thinking. He could hardly hope to get out alive even if he was not wounded, but with the wounds it was hopeless. The rebels would not have the pleasure of shooting him, anyway. He crawled until he found some barrels of powder. Then he took the powder cap from his pocket and lit the short fuse. He watched it burn, there was something fascinating about it. Fate-Roy wanted to laugh. Here was a young man on the verge of happiness about to be blown to pieces for the sake of stopping a little revolution. Then, of course, there were Bill and Alice. Bill would get his promotion and marry Alice. Suddenly he heard a hiss from the burning fuse, he stared at it, in a second now - There was a blinding flash, followed by several explosions. The building and arms were thrown high in the air to be scattered throughout the rebel camp-then all was quiet. Darcy Smith, '30. PEASANT SONG Across trackless wastes of Russian country, ever onward, plodded Zondane, the peddler, his pack flung over his stooping shoulders, his great fur-capped head bent, one arm holding the bundle in place, the other free, swinging monotonously as he walked. A bitter wind cut across his dark immobile face and tore in vain at his rough coat, every little while it would sweep great clouds of loose, stinging-cold snow about him. But Zondane tramped onward. At last at the foot of a steep hill he paused and put down his pack. Then he raised himself until for the first time he was almost straight and looked about him, scanning the sky and the infinite expanse of white, cold snow. Zondane's eyes were like the country he was crossing-a hard grey color, icy and cruel, as dark as the snow was white, and as deep and unfathomable. His mouth was a broad, very thin line, clamped shut, hard and sneering. His chin was strong and stubborn. Yet, in some way, the lines on his face suggested desperation, and those dark eyes were shifty and cowardly. In stature he was short, but his burly body concealed terrible strength. Halfway up the steep hill he could see a little black dot, a wood- cutter's hutg it was what he had been searching. He bent slowly, picked up his pack and started on, his eyes watching his feet. By and by he began to sing-a mournful Russian song, swinging his arm in the same perfect monotonous rhythm as before. 'QBright brocade from Kharkov Fair 'Neath the pack-my back is bending. He sang Wellg his voice was clear and strong. When he reached the open hut, he was still singing. There was but a poor shelter here, just a few rough logs fastened together to break the wind, that was all. Hai da, hai da, hai da-da-- The lonely steppes lie far and wide. He drew a packet from his great coat and unwrapped it. It held two great slabs of black bread. Hai da, hai da, hai da-da- No one wanders by my side. Stop that cursed song! Zondane started and looked up. LemlofI! he exclaimed, staring at the huge man before him. Lemloif fell back a step in amazement. Zondane-you rat! He was very ugly. His eyes were those of a mad man. His bearded face was thin and hollow and so terribly white that it seemed not to belong to his shaggy body. His hands were blue with the cold. Zondane seemed to be unmovedg however, his hand trembled a little as he lifted a piece of black bread to his mouth. Lemloff started forward. Bread! He leaned toward Zondane and knocked it from his hand. 'Tm hungrylv he said hoarsely, holding his drawn face near Zondaneis. Starving! Do you hear? he yelled. Zondane looked at the black bread that crumbled beneath Lemloff's boots. But I wouldn't touch your filthy black bread! He paused and then went on. I would die first! Zondane's lip curled. Perhaps, he said, you shallf' No, answered the other, I shall not. When I leave you here, you will be ground into the snow, like that bread. Zondane again regarded the bread, then he looked at Lemloff. They were two strong men measuring each other, one of them was practically a crazy man, half mad with hunger. Zondane's heart beat fast, he started to rise, but Lemloff gave a nasty laugh, he sat down again. Three years is a long time, Zondane. Who would think now, that you had been a proud landowner-a stealing, heartless landowner, a ruiner of lives? Did you keep track of all those lives that you ruined, Zondane, eh? No! That, you would not do. But I, I have counted them, Zondane-and so, he said, looking at Zondane's pack, has Another. After all, you have not changed so very much, eh? After all, you are not much better placed than I-not so well perhaps-what? Zondaneis eyes shifted. He said nothing. How do I look to you, Zondane-not so beautiful, eh? But that is not my fault, nog the fault lies with you. There was silence. Suddenly he yelled. I'l1 make you pay, Zondanel I'l1 make you pay! He lunged forward and picked up a huge stick. Yah! he yelled, raising it. Suddenly, just as Zondane was scrambling to his feet, Lemloff reeled backward and fell motionless on his face. Zondane stared a moment, trembling, then he picked up his pack and, stepping over the sprawling body, began the remainder of his climb up the hill. When he had gone a few steps, he turned and looked back. A little whirl of snow, swept up by the wind, was covering Lemloff. Then he went on, and the wind carried the words of a song across the plains as the man reached the top of the hill and began his descent: Hai da, hai da, hai da-da- The lonely steppes lie far and wide. -V. B., '30. A REVIEW OF RICHELIEU New York theatres have produced nothing of note this winter with the exception of Marc Connelly's The Green Pastures and the two plays Caponsacchi and Richelieu,,' featuring Walter Hampden. This is not Mr. Hampden's first season in Caponsacchi , but the pro- duction is always a joyful one to drama enthusiasts. Richelieu is the latest play to be added to Mr. Hampden's repertoire, although he has been studying the role of the great French Cardinal Premier for many years. This play was produced at Parson's theatre on December nineteenth, twentieth, twenty-first, and also on March second. Mr. Hampden appeared as old Richelieu, he who was a combination of the lion and the fox. His impersonation of Richelieu was one of the most polished and powerful characterizations in dramag his acting throughout the play was superb. Each time that Mr. Hampden came upon the stage a deep hush fell upon the theatre as if the audience as a whole had stopped breathing. Richelieu has worked hard to strengthen his country, and has gained success, and with success, enemies. The duke of Orleans, played by Louis Polan, is plotting to rid France of the Cardinal. The king, a feeble- minded monarch, is in love with julie de Mortemar, beautiful young niece of Richelieu. Chevalier de Mauprat, a dashing, thrilling youth, is also in love with Julie, and her choice is de Mauprat, who is a powerful leader of the gangsters of Paris and is sought after by the cardinal. The duke of Orleans spurs de Mauprat on to kill the cardinal. The romantic, courageous youth plans to murder Richelieu and run away with Julie. The high water mark of the play is the scene in which De Mauprat attempts to kill Richelieu and finds that the Duke, not the Cardinal, is the villain. Richelieu's life is saved by the appearance of Julie. The danger of the Cardinal's life is forgotten in the happy reunion of the lovers until the Duke's mob is heard storming the castle tower. When the murderers rush into the tower room, they are silenced by the sight of the Cardinal laid out as though dead upon his couch. De Mauprat succeeds in having the Duke's followers withdraw without mutilating the corpse as they intended. They are convinced because of Richelieu,s wonderful acting. When the murderers have descended the castle stairs and left, Richelieu slowly rises up and says in a quiet voice: and the fox has nine lives. The Duke's plot against the king having been disclosed, the play ends with everyone acclaiming Richelieu the true ruler and lover of France. -Anne Cass, '31. CAPONSACCHI Caponsacchi was one of the greatest theatrical productions that I have ever witnessed. It is the story of the temptations which a young man met and the sacrifices which he had to make because of his office of priesthood. His feeling, which was loftier than love, for Pompilia, was so deep that he risked his name and his honor for her sake to make her more contented. She, persuaded by her parents to marry a brute, was cruelly treated and pitifully miserable. Although Caponsacchi made her happy for the time being, in the end she and her parents were murdered by her husband's men. Walter Hampden in the role of Caponsacchi was superb. His calm- ness during the trial scene which might cost him his name and even his life, was surprising. His portrayal of utter truthfulness and righteousness alone was significant. The manner in which he showed his deep respect for Pompilia cannot be described. As an entire change, in the carnival scene, his humor and wit under his clever disguise was very entertaining. In this scene he showed that he could take a light, frivolous part in ad- dition to the heavy, tragic role which he portrayed so well. But Hampden was not alone in fine acting. Although he surpassed all the other actors, his supporting cast was excellent. Guido, the ugly, brutal, blood-thirsty villain, was exceptionally able. In the trial scene and in the scene in which he and his men murdered Pompilia and her parents, he was the type of villain that really makes the audience loathe him. Pompilia, the sweet, pathetic young wife, in love with Canon Caponsacchi, was graceful, pleasing, and gentle. Miss Torrup's character- ization was that of an expert. Another player worthy of recognition was Canon Conti, the bosom friend of Caponsacchi. As the honest, happy-go-lucky, true friend, he added just a spice of good humor to the play. The other minor characters portrayed their roles skillfully. To summarize, the play was the sort of performance which the American audience should see and of which there ought to be a far greater number. -Florence Murray, '31. UBLOSSOM TIME Among the best of the shows in town this season was the musical play Blossom Time. In this day, the day of the all-talking, all-color pictures, one is likely to overlook our living stage, but if one had only half an car open, he would be able to know when the best classical plays, comedies, musical plays, and musical' comedies appear at Parsonsi. At the time that Blossom Timev came to Hartford, there was no whispering heard. The whisper had grown to a shout. So a few of us who listen for these whisperings heard and took heed. The play Blossom Time was based on the life of Franz Schubert, a great composer of love songs. It was taken from the time of his life in which he falls in love with a beautiful young lady, Mitzy. The play brings out the fact that Franz had grown up loving music with all his soul. Mitzy begins to care for Franz when she hears him sing, and he who has all his life been too absorbed by his music and too bashful from lack of association with women falls deeply in love with her. Throughout the time of this affair he is too shy, too awkward, and too self-conscious to take any decisive steps toward love making. Finally he calls on the help of his best friend, Baron Von Schober, to make love to her for him. Franz gives Schober a song which he has composed in order that Schober might sing to Mitzy. The scene of the singing of this song is a partially darkened room. The lights are turned low and soft music seems to come from a magnificent piano. In the center of the stage stands Mitzy listen- ing to the sweet strains played by her lover, Franz. The Baron takes his place with music in hand and starts singing a beautiful love song. Soon Mitzy is staring at him fixedly as the song goes on, growing in splendor. Mitzy Wavers toward-the Baron. The song ends with the Baron and Mitzy becoming so affected by the song that they fall into each other's arms. In the corner by the piano is Franz fallen in a huddled heap, his heart broken. The act ends with Franz giving up Mitzy as his Song of Love and devoting his soul to his love of music. This is portrayed with great strength as Franz sings his immortal words to the soul of music. Another very touching scene is in Franz's apartment. He has been ill and appears in a bath-robe, taking a seat in front of the fire-place. The room is nearly dark, being lighted by the red glow from the fire- place and the light of a dim lamp. The one window shows a cold, bleak back-ground as in early winter. Franz sits comfortably in front of the fire-place thinking, perhaps dreaming, when the silvery tones of Mitzy's voice are heard in a beautiful love song. This scene portrays Franz,s dreams, the dreams of the blossom time when he sang the song of love with Mitzy, so in his dreams he sings again with her. - Edgar Coughlin, '31. Farmer: Would you like to buy a jug of cider?,' Doug fsmacking his lipsjc Weller, is it ambitious and willing to work?'l LA CAPITALE DE CONNECTICUT ET SON VOISINAGE La capitale de Connecticut se trouve a Hartford 51 peu pres de cent cinquante pieds de l'avenue Capitale presque au milieu dlun beau pare qui s'appelle Bushnell parc. Ce batiment est d'une belle marbre blanche. Dans ce batiment et au rez de ehaussee se trouve la statue de cuivre de Marquis de Lafayette, qui est venu aux Etats-Unis pour aider les americains se battre contre les anglais pendant le guerre de revolution en 1775-1781. Le gouverneur, grands ofiiciels de lletat, et commissionaires ont ses bureaux dans la capitale. Pres de llentree principale est un canon allemand pris pendant la guerre de 1914-1919. Il y a aussi une chambre qui contient presque toutes sortes des drapeaux employes pendant les guerres variees. La chambre du Senat et la Chambre des Representateurs, deux departments de gouvernement qui font les lois de l'etat, se trouvent dans la capitale. Les escaliers sont larges et l'architecture est magniflque. Il y a aussi beaucoup de belles peintures et jolies decorations sur les murailles. La tour d'or est haute, d'ou on voit un beau spectacle en hiver aussi bien qu'en ete. Un petit fleuve parcourt le parc a l'ouest de ce batiment. Un petit lac et beaucoup de fontaines sont trouves dans ce parc, aussi belles fleurs. Il y a beaucoup de bancs sous les grands arbres ou on peut s'asseoir pour echapper le soleil brfilant en ete. Au sud et en face de la capitale est la bibliotheque publique ou on peut obtenir les meilleurs livres. La bibliotheque a une musee dessous la rez de chaussee. Une visite at cette musee serait tres agreable. On y trouverait beaucoup de choses interessantes. A l'ouest de la capitale est situe un grand batiment, qui s'appelle en anglais State Armoryy' dans lequel les expositions nombreuses et les evenements athletiques ont lieu. f. .7Vla11ikas, '3O. FRENCH PLAGUE The other day I went quite en famille to the Ritz, a restaurant fre- quented by le beau monde. A propos a group came en masse. They were all on qui vive as though something had happened en route and were all dressed a la mode. Though a trifle flustered, they retained their usual savoir faire. In one corner a young lady and a young man were having a tete-a-tete over their hors d' oeuvres. Also in the group was Mrs. Vandercourt qnee Smithj who writes under the nom de plume of Pansy and Whose husband had an affaire d'honneur just before he accomplished his great coup d' etat. Some of them ordered dinner it la carte, some of them table d' hote, and some were just finishing a demi tasse. Tout ensemble they seemed to be having a good time. As if to remind me of them I picked up the menu card and on it someone had scrawled the letters R. S. V. P., thereby committing a faux pas. Clement G. Motten, Grade 8E. CORRESPONDENCE INTERNATIONALE Cette annee nous a introduit, une nouvelle methode d'apprendre a ecrire le bon francais. Avec liaide du Bureau de la Correspondence Internationale en Tennessee, un systeme a ete arrange par lequel les etudiants du francais dans les ecoles americains echangent les lettres avec les etudiants d'anglais dans les ecoles francais. Chaque etudiant ecrit deux lettres, une en anglais et une en francais. Nous corrigeons la lettre anglaise ecrite par l'etudiant francais et nous la renvoyons, tandis qu'ils corrigent nos lettres francaises et ils nous les renvoyent. Ainsi, les garcons et les filles qui etudient les deux langues apprennent les fautes qui sont les plus ordinaires a eux et ils sont aide a les corriger. Un autre bienfait qui vient de ces correspondences est l'informa- tion des pays different qui est echangee entre les correspondents. Le garcon a qui j'ecris, va a l'ecole a Grenoble et il m'a dit beaucoup de choses interessantes de cette ville, et j'ai tache de lui expliquer quelques choses qui ne sont pas claires. Une chose qui m'etonne est Pidee qu'a un garcon francais de la taille des Etats-Unis. Mon correspondent a dit dans la premiere lettre, 'Tai un autre correspondent a Stockton, Alabama. Connaissez-vous cette ville?,' Il pense, sans doute, quielle est une ville voisinage. Ce systeme nous a aide 51 comprendre mieux la langue francaise, et je suis sure que les etudiants dans les deux pays en jouissent beau- coup. Jlespere qu'il continuera pendant beaucoup diannees at l'avenir. M. A., '30, LATIN IDIOMS IN MODERN ENGLISH OF THE CURRENT YEAR Two men were descending the store steps in front of the Stock Exchange building in New York after the recent break in the market. I tried to do my family a 'magnum bonum, ' groaned Oscar Phelps, and now I suppose Iill be broke 'inperpetuamf I may as well go home 'nunc aut numquam' muttered Arthur Vandersplit. Wait until the family hears that 'sub rosa', while 'in absentiaf I have lost all their money. It was my wife's, you knowf' I was happy while I was making 52,500 'per annum' but now when I try to make 'multum in parvo,' I punish myself and my family. I am too old to start with a 'tabula rosa,' continued Oscar. Well, said Arthur 'examinog' 'Experientia docet.' I wish it were 'ante bellum,' moaned Oscar. If it were, you would probably act the same 'verbatim et literatinm' Oh, no, I'd make sure all 'tipsi were on 'terra firmaf I wish the directors of our bank would get together 'consilio et armisf Why, they could do nothing 'pro bono publico., The meeting would be 'pro formal' They would make a lor of statements 'ex cathedra' and that would be all there is to it. 'Inter nos,, I think they would rather have taken a 'via media.' Well, 'Dei Gratief why didn't they? 'De facto,' I think this catastrophe will be held 'in memoriam' for many years. 'Sic Semper tyrannis,' I suppose. Let's go into St. Patrick's and offer a 'Te Deum' that We didn' any more than we did Nitida luna, tacite nunc in aethere Cana r lose - C. Lynch, '32, THE MOON Gleaming white moon, Proud, cool as marble, You droop gelida celsa Silently marmore pendis. In the sky. Globus ainoenus iniscere lucem candidam orbe nivcam atque nocte super cum pace quiescit Romantic orb, scattering Light, silvery and White, over a World that Peacefully sleeps . Through the night. -V. B., '30. I DON'T My teachers fell me I should study- I don'tg That I should always retire early- I don'tg That for hard lessons I should work, But I seem ever inclined to shirkg You Wouldnlt think I get good ranks- I donit. -D. B., '31, Clziclq Barnes: If wishes came true, what would he your HrstP Chick Towne: I would wish-Oh, if only I dared to tell you! Clzarlottez Go on, go on. What do you think I brought up Wish- ing for?', SCHOOL QWith Apologies to Longfellowj Believe it not, ye thoughtless idlers, School is but a place for dreams, For what is lost in day-time slumbers Is oft times greater than it seems. School is reall School is earnestl And to passl' is not your aim, It's ambition, dogged plugging Must still bring to men great fame. Not in dreaming, but in working, Plugging hard from day to day, Studying that each late evening Finds you farther on your Way. In the school's broad Field of study Set your goal for future life, For in later years one's living Is enriched by early strife. Envied Seniors oft remind us We can always do our best, And, departing, leave behind us Notebooks that will help the rest. Notebooks, that perhaps another, Struggling over math' or chem' Lost in fractions or experiments, Seeing, may take heart again. Let us then be up and doing Tho' we're sometimes led to shirkg By experience, slowly learning When to play and how to work. -Doris M Bartlett 31 VARSITY BASKETBALL Back Row: L.-R.-Tucker Clvigrj, Young, Gacld, Warner, McCue, Coach Ritchie Front Row: Smith, Rust, Standish, White CCaptainJ, -I. Newton, Cummings. l VARSITY SECONDS Back Row: L.-R.-T. Tucker, flvigrj, I-liers, Barnes, Willard, Gilmore, Coach Ritchie Front Row: Haertel, Bergendahl, Tooker, McGuenness, Comstock, Breslav. I J x p,, pa W A A ' v s' K 1 Fl 'H I Z ' E 45, an 1 I 11 1 6 i BASKETBALL Wethersfield enjoyed a successful season in Basketball, ending with seven victories and seven defeats, the best record ever established in the school's history, with the exception of our championship team in 1927. We opened our season on December 18, when we met Bacon Academy. The game was played on the home floor and proved to be an uninteresting game, our boys showed up very brilliantly before the home fans and won the game 32-2. We won our Hrst league game when we encountered Windsor. Rust, our brilliant forward, led in the scoring with 15 points, paving the way for a 25-15 score. The Alumni proved to be a little too experienced for our aggrega- tion, winning from both our first and second teams. Hammer, our last year's star, and this year a member of the fast Worcester Tech Team, was the leading scorer with 17 points. Our second league game was played with Bloomfield on their floor. This proved to be a slow contest, our squad emerging with an easy victory, with Jim Standish starring, scoring 15 points. Score at the final whistle, 26-18. On January 7, we played Rockville, a Class B team which proved to be too skillful for us, winning by the score of 26-7. To offset the Rockville game, our team completely smothered the Chester High Team, 41-8. Standish again led in the scoring with 20 points. Windsor Locks marred our clean slate--in the league-of two victories and no defeats, when they defeated us on our floor 15-9. The following week Glastonbury made it two losses for our boys by the score of 25-13. This evened our league standing with two wins and two losses. In a scrimmage with Windsor, on January 31, our boys won a very interesting game, which put us back in the running for the top of the league. Final reckoning, 16-13. Wethersfield showed their superiority over Bloomfield in their second encounter, with the entire team playing heads-up basketball. The game ended in our favor, 37-18. Our schedule this year included Pratt High, of Essex, who managed to defeat our championship team of 1927, in the outstanding game of that year. This year, however, it was a different calibre of boys that faced our team, which handed them a 25-17 beating. Windsor Locks once again proved to be our jinx and dashed our hopes for first place. This game was played on their floor, which is far from being perfect. Our team was baffled by a fast passing Windsor Locks team, on a short floor. The score at the Hnal whistle, 31-12. This year we played a return game with Enfield High, who defeated us by 33 points. This was another team that is rated in a Class just ahead of us. The game was marked by the excellent passing of the Enfield squad. The score, 45-12. Glastonbury, the champions of the league, ended our schedule with a defeat, 29-15, causing us to move back to third place. This paved the way for Windsor Locks to win second place. Individual scoring for the season: Name Baskets Fouls Points Standish ,.,. .,.... 4 2 7 91 Rust ...,,........ ... 2 6 1 0 62 Cummings ,..... .,. 24 8 56 White .....,.. 1 0 5 25 Warner .,.,.. 6 4 16 Gadd ....... 7 0 14 Young ........ 6 1 13 Mc Cue .,.,...., 2 0 4 J. Newton ...... ., 0 3 3 Buck .,........... ... 1 0 2 Smith ...., ... 0 1 1 Haertel ...................,......,...,........,.. 0 1 1 Our players scored a total of 288 points in fourteen games for an average of 20.2 per game as compared with 293 points for their opponents, with an average of 20.9. Those boys who received letters were the following: Captain White, Captain-elect Rust, Jim Standish, George Cummings, George Young, Bill Gadd, Julie Newton, Darcey Smith, Billy Warner, Joe Mc Cue, and Manager Tucker. Good luck to you, Captain Rust, for your next year's team, and let's hope that you can lead the team to a championship and bring the cup back to dear old Wethersfield High. The Varsity Seconds, led by Captain Sterl Tooker, won seven games and lost five, scoring 171 points in twelve games as compared with 150 for their opponents. Mc Guenness and Bergendahl were tied for high individual score, with 24 points each. These boys who received Junior Varsity letters were che following: Captain Tooker, Mac Mc Guenness, Comstock, Bergendahl, Breslav, Willard, Gilmore, and Buck. - Tuck, 330. FACULTY BASKETBALL This year our faculty played seven games with some of the best school faculties in this locality, they succeeded in winning four of the seven scheduled games. The team was composed of Mr. Kendall, Coach Ritchie, Mr. McKniH, Mr. Keirstead, and Mr. A. Anderson. In their opening game with the faculty from Newington, they proved their power by defeating the visitors 40-22. They next met the strong Colchester Shamrocks, and, though our faculty was defeated, they showed splendid teamwork and held the Shamrocks to a 17-15 score. The faculty from Trinity College, led by Coach Oosting, proved to be too skillful for our team and handed them a 42-9 defeat. With Harry McKniff starring, our faculty easily defeated the Alfred Plant faculty, 46-31. As a preliminary for the varsity game with Enfield, the two faculties played. Enfield emerged with a 1 point victory, score 17-16. With Mr. Kendall and Coach Ritchie scoring 18 and 12 points respectively, our faculty defeated Alfred Plant faculty, 34-27. As a final game they met the championship Senior Class team. The Seniors lacked the team work which they had displayed in their previous games, and our faculty handed them a 37-24 defeat. In the seven games, the faculty scored 197 points as compared with 170 for their opponents. INDIVIDUAL SCORING Name Baskets Fouls Total McKnifI .... ,.., 3 4 7 75 Kendall ..... .. . 2 8 1 57 Ritchie ...... ..,. 2 6 3 5 5 Keirstead .... , 1 4 6 Anderson ,. , . 2 0 4 - Tuck, 330. JUNIOR HIGH BASKETBALL Our Junior High team, composed of Captain Joe Gaslow, Vicino, Pracon, Rust, Hillman, Norris, Daniels, Hungerford, Rankin, and Dunphy, played four games this year. They were defeated by the William Hall Junior High, 26-19, in the first game. They won the second game, 32-19, when they played the Talcott Junior High. The Newington Junior High defeated them 25-16 in the third game. To end the schedule our team played the Newington squad again, and were handed a 26-9 defeat. Our team collected 76 points as compared with 96 for their opponents. High individual scoring went to Captain Gaslow, who scored 35 points. - Tuck, '30. INTER AND INTRA CLASS BASKETBALL Junior High This year Coach Ritchie divided the boys in the Junior High into many teams, giving every boy a chance to learn the art of Basketball. The teams in the seventh grade were named after cigarettes. These teams made up a schedule, and when it was completed the Chesterfield team won the championship. The eighth grade teams were named after nuts. When their schedule was completed, the Peanuts were the winners, being undefeated. After a little more coaching, these two Championship teams met for the Intra Class title. The Peanuts, representing the eighth grade, Won the deciding game, winning the banner for their class. The members of the Peanut team were as follows: N. Pracon, R. Murray, P. Nogas, F. Williams, S. Olander, W. Parry, and V. Gustafson. SENIOR HIGH The Senior High classes were divided in the same manner. The Freshman teams were named after trees. The Elm team won the class title. The Sophomore teams were known by the names of cars. The Dodges won with four victories and no defeats. Because of the small number of boys in the Senior Class, the two upper classes combined their schedule and named their teams after Big League Baseball Clubs. The Tigers, composed entirely of Seniors, were victorious, losing no games. Senior High Interclass Championship Teams were chosen by Coach Ritchie to represent their classes. These teams selected coaches who were varsity members to give them a few points. The Seniors coached by G. E. Young won all their games and thus secured the championship. The small W's were awarded to Captain Tucker, Berg, Gladwin, Towne, R. Newton, J. Manikas, R. Huggard, and Glahn. - Rusty, '31. BASEBALL Coach Ritchie made his call for candidates on March 31. This year a record number turned out, including Captain Tucker, Gadd, Berg, Rust, Haertel, White, Cummings, Spencer, and Gartside, letter men from last year. Added to this squad were McGuenness, Bergendahl, Comstock, McCue, Fontaine, Warner, Vicino, Manikas, Horan, and Buck. In two practice games with Meriden High our team showed up brilliantly, and the best season enjoyed by Wethersfield since the cham- pionship team of 1925 is predicted. SWIMMING At che annual Interscholastic Swimming Meet held at Yale, James Standish represented Wfethersfield High again this year and won 7 points, which placed Wethersield in a tie with Hartford High for third place in the Meet. Jimmy won first place in the 100-yard free style and finished third in the 50-yard dash. This was a fine exhibition of swimming, and we are all proud of you, jimmy. - Tuck,', '30, SOCCER Back Row: I...-R.-R. Newton, Clvlgrj, Smith, Tuelcer, Breslav, Coach Richie. Middle Row: Tooker, Glahn, Gadd, Young, Towne, Comstock. Front Row: Gladwin, Warner, Haertel, McGuenness fffaptainl, Rust, McCue, Buck SOCCER The Wethersield High soccer team of nineteen-twenty-nine enjoyed the most successful season in the history of the school, Winning eight, tying one, and losing four games. The first game of the season was played at Glastonbury, September 27. The team was accompanied by three busses, loaded with Wethersneltl rooters who saw the teams battle to a 2-2 deadlock. October 4, our new soccer pitch was dedicated when we played Bloomfield here. At the end of the first half the score was 0-05 and, although our boys continued to play excellent soccer, Tyrell, of the Bloomfield team, managed to boot the elusive sphere over the chalk- line. A few moments later the game ended, no more scoring being done. The team went to West Hartford, October 8, where they met an inexperienced Kingswood team in a non-league game. Kingswood was held scoreless by Wethersfield's impregnable defense, while our team scored five points. The next game was a league game with Windsor at Wethersfield. This was a rather slow game and was won by our team, which held the Windsor aggregation to one point. The final reckoning showed our boys to be ahead, four to one. Portland visited us October 15, when the next game was played. This game proved to be easy, as our team outclassed Portland in every department. Score 4-0. Wethersfield met its second defeat at the hands of the team which finally won the championship of the league, Glastonbury. Our team was not playing its usual good game, and Glastonbury won a decisive victory, 3-0. The next game was played at Bloomfield and was won by a brilliant Wethersfield eleven. This game was played in a steady downpour on a muddy field. Our goal was threatened but once, when Bloomfield had a penalty kick which was blocked by our goalie. Our line, in turn, scored six times, piling up the largest score ever known in the history of the league, 6-0. October 24, our squad went to the Trinity College field, where they met a strong Trinity team. Wethersfield took this game to the tune of 3-1. We met Kingswood in our next game on our field, November 1. Our boys playing in their usual good form easily defeated the much improved Kingswood aggregation, 4-1. The Windsor team sprang a surprise victory over a demoralized Wethersfield eleven. The Wethersfield line, dependent upon its speed for its scoring punch, was unable to get going on the slippery field. Final score: Windsor 3, Wethersfield 1. The last league game was played at Portland. Both teams went scoreless until, with about thirty seconds to play, Captain McMaken of the Portland team rushed the ball across the goal line, thereby winning the game. The best game of the season was played at Middletown against the Wesleyan Frosh. McCue, of the Wethersfield team, scored the only goal of the game during the first half. The Wethersfield backfield successfully defended its goal against a fast-passing Wesleyan line. The Alumni was defeated in the last game of the season to the tune of 3-0. This game was as easy as usual and afforded our outfit no opposition worthy of their steel. CENTRAL VALLEY LEAGUE STANDING Won Lost Tied Glastonbury , , ....., 7 0 1 Wethersfield ..... ... 3 4 1 Bloomfield , .,,, 3 4 ' 1 Windsor .... .. 3 4 1 Portland ....,.,.,........ ,.,............. ......,,....... 2 6 0 INDIVIDUAL SCCRING OF WETHERSFIELD Name ' Points McCue . ...,...,.,, ,,,. ...,. 8 Haertel ,.... ........,..... ,.,,. 6 Captain McGuenness . . . , S Rust ....,..,... ........ .,.,. 5 Bergendahl . . ,., 3 Towne .,... ..... 2 Buck .. 2 Warner . . ,. 1 Breslau .,., . ., , I Total .,.. . ., ...., .... ..., . , .,.,,.,., .. 33 The team scored 33 points to a mere 13 for its opponents. The veterans who will return next year are as follows: Captain- elect Sterl Tooker, Red Rust, Lefty Haertel, Joe McCue, Sam Breslau, Bill Warner, Eddie Bergendahl, Stocky Comstock, Charley Buck, and One-round Barnes. - I. R. T. GIRLS' BASKETBALL The girls' interclass basketball championship of the Senior High was won by the Sophomore team. The girls received their letters for playing on the team and having good scholastic standing in all subjects. They are as follows: SOPHOMORE-THRUSHES: Thelma Hardy, Captain, Helen Olson, Dorothy Jensen, Isabelle Vicino, Ethel Hedin, Dorothy Brunsell, Mar- jorie Meier, Charlotte Wickstrand. The following teams winning their numerals were: FRESHMEN-EAGLES: Mildred Whelehan, Captain, Kathleen Hope, Katherine Smith, Elizabeth jones, Mary Booth, Evelyn Lloyd, Jane Wil- lard, Ruth Goodale. JUNIORS--LOVE BIRDS: Katherine Jones, Captain, Harriet Rhodes, Charlotte Barnes, Doris Bartlett, Phyllis Hardy, Hiawatha Gurley, Anna Welles, Katherine Willard. SENIORS-CUCKOOS! Lucy Newton, Captain, Helen Gustafson, Frances Dzikiewicz, Edna Sando, Alice Miller, Emma Willard, Mary Allen. xx --gg-:rv- if 'wvw T Fixx f jkqixrixm ' Mail! 1 -P XX kk 51- X w P U11 l .aw- ,,-g l ' '1 vaxzf , 'Q W- , H ' -1 K- r - Z'A1f' 'J . +, ,vtxtt.Q7 JW 1',2.4QM,f,.f S awww-My 11 E n -2. 5 we . . if X .nl f e 3 in e aff- fl- rc, , Is ' 3 ' Ao THE AIRCRAFT CLUB The Aircraft Club was not organized until the third quarter. lt is under Mr. Anderson's supervision. The boys have been making model airplanes and studying the science of aircraft. The olicers are as follows: Louis Carini, Presidentg George Young, Vice-Presidentg and William Gadd, Secretary. SCIENCE CLUB The Science Club consists of about twenty-five members. Each member in his turn gives a talk on some interesting scientific problem. Mr. Keirstead is in charge of the club. William Warner is the president, and Darcy Smith is the secretary. K. K. K. The Boys' Kamp Kookery Klub is the name under which fourteen ambitious boys are learning the culinary art. Miss Proctor, the Domestic Arts teacher, is supervising their work. They have made great progress in the cooking and have taken much interest in their Klub. They make everything from pancakes to fudge cake, from omelets to candy. They took complete charge of the re- freshments at the Father and Son Social held in the high school. George Rowell is president of the Klub. GLEE CLUB The Glee Club, directed by Miss Manter, consists of about thirty members. They are enjoying new singing books this year. From the chorus heard every Wednesday, one judges that they are making good use of them. DRAMATIC CLUB The Dramatic Club has had a very successful year. At the weekly meetings, every other one having been held in the evening, there have been interesting as well as profitable play readings. On February eighth the Club gave its annual group of plays. These were The Crimson Cocoanut , Dwellers in the Darknessn, and Grandma Pulls the String. At a recent meeting of the Dramatic Club it was decided that the seniors who are members of the Club will not take an active part from now on but will help to choose the members for the club for next year. In that way the organization will be in active running order at the beginning of the coming year. THE COMMERCIAL CLUB The Commercial Club, under the direction of Miss Gometz, has had a very enjoyable year. They gave a successful dance in the high school. Commercial plays and talks for the club members have composed the program. There are thirty-six students in the club. George Cummings is the president, and George Berg is the secretary. THE FRENCH CLUB Under the direction of Miss Fischer, the club has enjoyed many pleasant meetings. Some of their activities during the meetings have been as follows: spelling matches, crossword puzzles, and attempts at writing original French plays. ' These are the officers of the club: President .....,. ,...., ...,....,,..., .....,,. . . . Robert Huggard Vice-President ..., ...,...... i..,. . . , ..,. Phyllis Hardy Secretary .,.,., . ..., . . .... ,. . Anna Welles FATHER AND SON BANQUETS This year the fathers and sons sponsored two very successful get- togethers. The first was a banquet held in our high school auditorium on Friday, December thirteenth. The program started with the singing of songs. The competition in the games between the fathers and sons was very keen. After the games, the hungry crowd was herded into the cafeteria, where refreshments were served by a very capable committee. When appetites had been satisfied, the banquet was brought to a close by the singing of familiar songs. The second father and son night was given by the fathers on Friday night, April seventh, in the high school hall. The fathers met their obligations by giving their sons some rare entertainment. The meeting was opened by Police Chief, William Simpson, who offered a choice vocal selection. A moving-picture was then flashed on, and the film Peck's Bad Boyy' was enjoyed by the enthusiastic audience. The picture was well received, and everyone was amused with the comic acting of Jackie Coogan. When the picture was finished, all were entertained by - -l----l- 4- -l- -In..4----l----l- -B-1 HAIR TIN'1'ING Telephone 9-1216 Schirmaier Beauty Shoppe Specializing in Hair Cutting, Designing and Finger VVaving All Branches of Beauty Culture 150 CHURCH STREET, VVETHliRSl7lEl.D, CONNECTICUT Success to the Class of '30 Compliment: of White's Market A Pull Line of Choice Meats, Groceries, Provisions, Fruits, and Vegetables. Prompt deliveries to all parts of Wetliers- field. 283 Hartford Ave. Phone 9-0072 Wethersheld, Conn. 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He then played a great many lively tunes on a varied collection of odd musical instruments. He also sang very well and was ably accompanied by Mr. McKniff. After this interesting entertainment, refreshments were served in the cafeteria. The banquet Was then brought to a close. Everyone that attended these get-togethers was well-pleased with the results, and it is hoped that more will be held in future years. PRESS CLUB This year the Press Club took over the responsibility of editing and printing a school paper. The new paper was named the Spot-Life, and it was published twice each month throughout the school year. It was highly successful, and it served, not only to inform its readers of coming school activities, but to entertain them with fiction contributed by members of the Staff. The paper was most useful as a bulletin giving notice of coming functions and as a means of expression of the wishes and thanks of the student body. The retiring Editor and his Staff extend cordial good Wishes to next year's Staff and expect them to improve greatly upon their paper. Following are the names of the members of this year's Staff: Editor-in-chief ,,....,....,...,.........,.......,.........,,.........,.,.,..,... CHARLES TOWNE Associate Editor-in-rlaief ,.... ,..,..., G EORGE YOUNG Sport Ediior i.,..,...,.,...... .... .....,i.. W 1 LLIAM GADD Manager of Pressroom ...........,.,... ..,,i.... G ILBERT FARREN Assisfanf Manager of Pressroom ..... ......,....,.. R OBERT FIELD Faculty Ad risers .. ,.....,....... . ...... ...,... M iss MARJORIE V1ETs ALFRED M. ANDERSON HARVEY R. FULLER LATIN CLUB This club has been one of the most active during the past year. At the first meeting, Dorothy Wolf and Frank Mellon were elected Consuls. Jane Willard and Norman Anderson were elected Aediles. Each member received a pin, which he pledged to forfeit if his standing should drop below the standard grade. The club has had a number of interesting programs throughout the year. Among these were special programs for Christmas and Valentine's Day. Games were enjoyed and refreshments were served. Other club periods have been devoted to picturize more fully the life of the Romans. A play was given to illustrate the usage of famous Latin phrases. Other programs consisted of Roman myths or talks given by the members of the club on the daily lives of the Romans. Parts of certain club periods were spent in playing games that pertained to the Latin language or were games played by the Romans. A number of the members built, in minia- ture, very accurate Roman houses. The General Language class entertained the Latin Club with a play. The members of the club together with the cast met at the home of Barbara Quandt. W. C. 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A lucky number dance was held, and a pound of chocolates was given to the boy and girl winning. The patrons and patronesses were as follows: Mr. and Mrs. Charles D. Calkins Mr. and Mrs. Charles Bowes Mr. and Mrs. O'Donnell Mr. and Mrs. Greer The committee in charge was as follows: Davis Calkins Gertrude Hanmer Alfred Lytle Emeline Deming Della Berquist Edward Summer THE FRESHMAN DANCE The Freshman dance was held in the High School Auditorium, October 25. The hall was very beautifully decorated with green and white crepe paper. Everyone danced until twelve. The music was furnished by Bakerys orchestra. Refreshments were served. The Freshmen had green bows tied to their ankles to distinguish them as such. JUNIOR PROM There was a great event at Wethersheld High School on March 21, 1930. The Junior Prom, given by the Class of '31, was one of the prettiest Proms in the history of the school. The hall was decorated in rose and gray streamers, from which hung hosts of colored balloons. In the center of the hall was a huge bunch of balloons supported by streamers hanging down over the orchestra, which was surrounded by a low picket fence painted in rose and gray, the class colors. The chairs were arranged in booths around the hall. Ice cream, cookies, and punch were served. The patrons and patronesses were Mr. and Mrs. M. S. Tooker Mr. and Mrs. H. M. Barnard Mr. and Mrs. Harvey Fuller Mr. and Mrs. Wilson Greer The committee in charge of the Prom was Millicent Thomson-Refreshments Edgar Coughlin-Entertainment Arline Anderson-Decorations Gilbert Farren-Publicity - -'ki..in--lL..l--l1---Q--ll----ll--ll----l---ll1---k..l-- -I1--'hui---IO---ll---'k..Q----L. if you want a better garden --f-f- plant HARTS seeds if you want a velvety lawn -ff--- plant HA RT'S seeds if you want more beautiful flowers -f-- plant HART'S seeds Call 9-0247 for real garden service THE CHAS. C. HART SEED CO. 304 Main Street, - Wethersfield, Conn. Telephone orders promptly delivered C Y O 1 A 1 L for Wethersneld People Place your order now for our clean, high grade Lehigh Coal to be delivered dur- ing the summer. VALLEY COAL CO. Wells Road, Wethersield PHONE 9-1087 S-UfPfE-R-I-O-R Laundry FAMILY WORK FOR PARTICULAR PEOPLE Rugs Shampooed and Cleaned to Look like New , PHONE 6-2241 59 Fenwick St. Hartford, Conn. 'Qr P Q'1 'l 'Y Q il l T T T Q l' NEW TEACHERS 1. Mr. R. O. Kendall came to us after being principal of Bacon Academy, in Colchester. He was graduated from Clark University in 1920. 2. Miss Ruth Gometz was graduated from W. H. S. in the class of 1922. She studied at Bay Path Institute, in Springfield. She now teaches Shorthand and Typing. 3. Miss Helen Barrett was graduated from Tufts in 1928. Before coming to W. H. S., she taught in Moodus. 4. Miss Gladys Wilson, our Art teacher, comes to us from Brooklyn, N. Y. She was graduated from Pratt Institute in ,29. 5. Miss Lillian Fischer teaches all of the French classes. She was graduated from Russell Sage College in Troy, N. Y., in '29, 6. Miss Gladys Proctor comes from Ayre, Massachusetts, and is teach- ing Home Economics at W. H. S. She was graduated from Framing- ham Normal School in 1927. 7. Miss Lois McAdams, who is our new Physical Training instructor, was graduated from Skidmore in '26. 8. Miss Marjorie Eames took the place of Miss Ada Haskell. She is teaching U. S. History and Social Science. In 1925 she was graduated from Middlebury. 9. Miss Esther Horowitz was born in New York City. For a while she taught in Manchester. Before she came to W. H. S., where she teaches Mathematics, she was principal of the Francis Stillman School. i i 10. Mr. Horace B. Francis took Mr. Goodrich's place as General Science teacher. He is a graduate of the class of '29 from the University of New Hampshire. SENIOR PLAY. i'The Cross-eyed Parrot, presented by the Senior Class under the direction of Principal R. O. Kendall, was given in the High School Hall on February 21, 1930. The cast was as follows: Dr. S. Pinal Cord . ., ,.,. . , . . . ., , Douglas Gladwin I-Iayne Frawley , .. , .. .. Charles Towne Plummer Collins . . . Warren McGuenness Dr. Herz Von Elm . . ,. ....... Ray Newton Teja Von Elm .,.,. . ,. . ,.,.... Alice Miller Lisle Frawley . , . .. Virginia Becker Margot ,..,,...... .. ........ Jenny Tuller Hughson . . David Van Ausdall Morgan .,..., . ,,..,. Dudley Stanner Miss West .. . . . .,., ,. ,. . , ..,. , . , ....., Mary Allen Betty .,,.. ,.,. .,... .,,...... . , . ,. ..,. , ,.,,.,. . ..,...... Dorothy Field The play was a comedy which a large audience enjoyed. The excep- tional talent of Douglas Gladwin received much applause. Dancing followed. The music was furnished by the Blue Jay Orchestra. 1 xa-suxnxnx-ns-nxnsnxnxx-snusefx'-xnxuxns-ns-ax--xu Compliments of MILLBRCOK DAIRY C. P. SMITH, Prop. 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Marion Arnold, valedietorian of the Class of 1926, graduates from Oberlin College this June. Robbins Allen, who was the Editor in 1927, is a midshipman, first Class, at the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis, Maryland. He will go on a European cruise this summer, visiting the leading eities of England and the Continent. James Lawrence was the Editor of our magazine in 1928. He is one who has landed in the business world, and he is now employed at the Western Union Telegraph Company in Hartford. Olive Symonds, who was valedictorian of the Class of ,29, has com- pleted her first year at Mount Holyoke and has done splendid work throughout. A note has been received by Miss Viets from the head of the nxnxnsox-nsuse-sus-nsns-nsns.ax--xnsnxnsasus-nxnsn inininsnxuxanxnnxxnsnnxnvinnxnnsnLnsnxnLnsnsnxnxns What is Without a E and a beautiful LAWN 45.5 12 '- r r 1. 1-ef HS Supply YQ ,f f im , the v 4 IRQ my and A ,ill leg W 'fave ,, FERTILIZERS am f f h L 5 ,Wm 'ti ort e awn lf ,sts t iw Q H7 and Garden ,rt-.-We . it fp ' ., 'M 1 -,',,g1,,.5f-1:' ff ' fu- - ,,--w 'GQ, 5 f piggy? N2W,,,,wQ5 I n 4 fn ay- six? :qt is Qlli 15 ,W ' f ,' P 1 :' S lla Q .f t'.Sg3 ,'31:1fM.'r3f f4W rg S64 N T5 --- '4 ,'i '!'f.EI5f:.lfiT Z ' 'f :- t it t it l l' ,I - ff'- t all ' f z , i 1' HT-,ami-I. Q,-.15-1-nh,-.., ,J lv, ,f e, . all 1 r tp- .V - - Tiff ll ligls ' l :wx H , if ww 'f mls - . . 61 Q Wy, Jilin N II' ,fry 2 +-M .f- : - '3zw'w4,'1-vh.,1tQtQ Ch,OlC6 Vafletles :gg ' Q:5tT'.w, I ,if ::'5:E: .lT'II' of w Ulm! 'Ci' ll.'.:' 1 u . vit J 1 bl -HY'-,, 'MTU ' - W. ' Y-We . Wx Wil .-1' gg II :Q,f1y4S,f,21 . 33 lizafff ag-sew.-I-'.i-me-25:5 1,gsz:'rf--'fm . f 'wzqnuio-4 Ml fit-l ssm ng, FLOWER SEEDS Qszfv22:31t:.gfq4q:,ef -fx-.za-.rrij,fy-Liaff W Ntwftiirlfht itillkflitfftill . r'im-ilifftzflffnzkllf SPRWG PLO W- tlitalafwigat '42s i'it45lli2Ia42l'fillbtlfgi ERING BULBS igiuiigflgsfalxiemfgz.,. ,,efffltS:st'4givQfvg. 2:4 'iii-,plfy.,t,l?54,ygflif 3'-lffifhffl5PI-lll3'j5f,5?ff?ilEfsl,5lM2t,,Z5gYI v: , ' i l'f,'ft'2lfQ'iQ5zsl:b55 Sli''l Wllll,f'Jff1'4fW?'432322 ai 4 'iw' 'llhililfi' Y l S l S 3 7' lm Q F ' , I ,xeaegas s Digi W for all Planting ready about Oct. I We make a Specialty of Fine Lawn Grass Mixtures Bone Meal Garden Fertilizer Peat Moss Ground Limestone Vigoro Sheep Manure For More Than A Century We Have Been Supplying Quality Seeds COMSTOCK, FERRE 8: CO. 263 Main Street Telephone 9-0082 WETHERSFIELD x English Department of the College, stating that Olive's work IH English has been especially good. Now the time of our 'ltake-off has come, although graduation may seem like a tail-spin to most of us. We must be good to soar to the heights of success instead of cracking of failure. CLASS OF '29 ELEANOR ADANISLNCW Britain Normal School. PATSEY AMBROSE-Connecticut Agricultural College. AUIJREY ASHTON-Phoenix Bank. SYLVIA BEECHER--Connecticut Mutual Life Insurance. CHARLOTTE BUCK-La Salle Seminary. CHARLES MALCOLM COLEMAN-Hartford Connecticut ELIZABETH ELMER-Comstock, Ferre 85 Co. CHARLOTTE ERTEL-National Fire Insurance Co. RUSSELL GLADWIN-Palmolive Soap Co. ELSA GOMETZ-W. H. S. HAROLD HAMMER1W0fCCStCf Tech. SAUL HERSHMANN-NSW' Haven School of Pharmacy. ANNA MARIE JAMES-Scottish Union. RUTH JONES-Connecticut General Life Insurance Co. pilots If we wish up in the field Trust JOSEPH KENNEDY--Connecticut Highway Department. TERESA KLEMOVITCH--Albert Rome, Real Estate. SHIRLEY LOUGEE-Connecticut State Laboratories. ELIZABETH MACLACHLAN-Phoenix Mutual Life Insura JOHN MADIGAN-Eddy Brothers 81 Co. DOROTHY MEIERlPf2tt 85 Whitney. ELSIE PETERSON--Y. M. C. A. ARLINE PIERSON-H3fff0fd Hospital Training School. ANNIE PRACON--TFRVCICYS Insurance Co. ROSE PRACON-Tf8VClCfS Insurance Co. EDNA ROOS-Hartford Connecticut Trust. OLIVE SYMONDS-MOUHI Holyoke. DORA MARIE VICINO-TF3VClCfS, Life Department. ISABELLE WARNER-Y. M. C. A. ELEANOR WEHRLY-Connecticut General Life Ins. Co. MARGUERITE WILLARD-Colby Junior College. ERNEST WEIDLICH-Southern New England Telephone MYRTLE WILLIAMS-Aetna Life Ins. Co. DOROTHY ROBERTS-HOTUC. nce Co CO. FRANCES DEMING1COHHCCtiCUE Highway Department. FRANCES SMITH-Ravish, Deegan, 81 Pallotti. ---l----h.iL Li- -1.1- Start Every Day Right 'he Martfurh Qluurant DAILY SUNDAY Compliments of the Phoenix State Bank SL Trust Company Main Street Market LEONE vuoro, mp. MEATS, GROCERIES 81 PROVISIONS Fruits and Vegetables in Season Phone 9-1578 280 Main Street A. M. orders must be in by 10 A. M. P. M. orders must be in by 3 P. M. S. Pivniek Ladies' - TAILOR -- Me1z's We clean, dye and repair everything you wear. Fancy work a specialty Wcthersiielcl, Conn. 287 Main St. Wfetllersneld T ? ?'? lf l T 1 l T Tfil l l 'l 'l l T 1 l ALUMNI REPORT Alumni events have during this last year met with rather more gratifying success than during the past few years of their history. This fact may be attributed to the wonderful incentive which has been furnished in the form of a new high school. When a private citizen invests in a new home he may be found laboring early and late to make it even more nearly perfect, whereas the owner of old, fast- deteriorating property often adopts the what's the use attitude. Perhaps, like the first-mentioned owner, the Alumni take pride in the new home. Early in the fall the Executive Committee of the Association met and decided to sponsor a benefit bridge and dance on October 21. The term benef1t', was rather ambiguous at that time, but, after all, it was better to wait and see whether or not there would be proceeds! The success of this first affair, however, exceeded the fondest expectations of the committee in charge, and the treasury was inflated to an astound- ing degree. Again early in the spring the committee met to discuss plans for another function. Inspired by the unprecedented success of the October party, it was voted to undertake a similar affair, except that it was to be on a larger scale. The committee was enlarged, there was more publicity, and more money was expended for an orchestra. Success again rewarded the committee at their bridge and dance held on March 15, and we now have a goodly sum of money to present the Wethersneld High School Improvement Fund. At this time it seems altogether fitting and proper to acknowledge with thanks the kindness of Wethersfield organizations and individuals who lent chairs and tables and otherwise greatly aided the committee. In this connection we mention especially the St. Theresa's Guild of the Catholic Church and the Congregational Church. In June more than thirty persons will join our ranks. To these incoming Alumni we extend a cordial welcome, and urge their co- operation toward making ours a bigger and better Alumni. RUTH E. GOMETZ, Secrefary, W. I-I. S. Alumni Association. V W. H. S.-OLD AND NEW When asked a while ago to write an article, essay, treatise, be what it may, comparing the Wethersfield High School of my time with that of the present, the task looked easy. But now that it looms before me, it seems more difhcult. Compare, say they. Contrast, say I. The use of the term my time suggests, I suppose, an old crone worn and haggard and ready to depart this life. No, not that-such a supposition wouldn't be fair to my Classmates. But we are an old edition-we might as well admit it-the immediate post-war edition, if you will, and the present students are a revised edition. We were modern HUBBARD BUILT X, f.lL,9L..?f- L in ,..., ij, - f. Center Sfrcef, Wefbersficld More fbazz Two Humz'rt'z! Hzzbbard-Buillf Homes in ffais Secfiolz. Before purchasing see the Hubbard-Built six and seven room homes on Dorchester Road and Robbinswood Drive, with center halls, large living rooms, cozy fireplaces, dining rooms with corner cupboards, mod- ern kitchens with built-in cabinets or pantries, breakfast nooks, first floor lavatory, finished room in basement, hot water heat. Three and four chambers, tile lavatory with master chamber, bath with colored tile, brass plumbing, open attic. Latest architecture, celotex insulated stucco finish, trimmed with brick and stone or American Colonial clapboarded or shingledg large lot, and, best of all, a Community one can be proud to live in. Yet in spite of all these apparent and delightful features the cost of owning a Hubbard-Built home is normal, they are Within reach of the average family, ranging in price from S8,SO0 to S12,000g other streets, 512,000 to S18,000. Also home of seven rooms, Lincoln Road, six rooms on Belmont Street, and six rooms on Center Street. Attractive booklet may be had on request. ,,smm-,,,m,,,., A. G. HUBBARD WETHERSFIELD OFFICE: 175 Garden Street f - RESIDENCE: 185 Broad Street 4 enough, however, to wake the townspeople to the fact that Wethers- field youth had outgrown the old building and by the time they had yawned and rubbed their eyes this new edition had sprung up, demanding the line building We now have. And it is wonderful-this new building and all the opportunities it affords for advancement mentally and physically. In every branch of school life the contrasts between the old and new are almost too great to be drawn. It is virtually the difference between nothing and everything. We might, by way of illustration, consider some of the outstanding curricula and extra-curricula activities of the present school as com- pared with the old. In the field of actual classroom instruction we find the least contrast. Wfethersfield has always maintained a high standard in that regard, as witness its many successful graduates in the years past. Perhaps the most obvious contrast lies in the more highly developed imagination and power of original thought which the writers of this current edition possess, evidenced surely enough by the literary gems contained in this volume. This may be explained by the fact that we were taught more by rote, whereas the students of the present are taught to think for themselves. The rapidly increasing number of students has necessitated an augmented teaching force, and certain departments have increased in importance, as art and music. Other departments have been added, offering, for instance, practical arts courses for boys and girls. So now every student, whether he be of practical, artistic, or classic turn of mind, may find expression for his talents. I have said that the actual classroom instruction of today does not present a sharp contrast to that of eight years ago, but the vastly improved facilities at the disposal of both teacher and pupil must not be overlooked. In every department we find modern and costly equipment -a visit to the home economics and manual training rooms is a joy indeed. In the one place we End delectable dishes being concocted in the modern manner by the most modern of cooks, and in the other, attractive pieces of furniture are being built by youthful artisans. In this latter department there is a miniature printing establishment, the most notable achievement of which is, no doubt, the printing of our school paper. The alumni of eight or ten years ago will recall a certain mimeographed apology for a school paper. For the fostering of future interest in particular branches of the curriculum, there are clubs which afford harmonious union of social and intellectual interests. A portion of one day each week is devoted to these activities. And then there are the movies. Do you remember, fellow Alumni, when, if by dint of hard effort you could earn the price of admittance to a movie, you hurried into the city after school to take advantage of afternoon prices? Now W. H. S. pupils have movies simply by passing from classroom to auditorium, and classroom instruction is made fascinat- ing by movie illustration. To those who carried lunches I present the contrast of the noon period of our day with that of therpresent. Even during the noon recess C'077'Lpli1'l'l87ZfS of TI-IE BALLARD CIL CO. PAUL SESSA Proprietor Expert Shoe Repairing Dealer in Men's and Boys' Shoes and All Kinds of Footwear 285 Main St. Phone 9-1105 SHEET METAL CONSTRUCTION Guaranteed Work Furnaces and Roof Work Call Harry Jope Telephone 0,0443 174 Broad St Wethersneld, Conn. Compliments Of The Class of 1932 one couldn't get away from the classroom atmosphere. Now one no longer need choke on dry sandwiches, but may eat tasty, well-cooked food in an attractive cafeteria. Having mentioned food, we are led to consider other physical aspects of the present school life. So far as I can remember, our only acquaintance with gymnastics throughout both elementary and secondary school days were so-called exercises every once in a rare while-such exercises consisting of a raising of arms upward and to the side at a count of one, two, three, four. What spineless youngsters we were! Now the physique of the student is developed in a large, well-equipped gymnasium and, upon watching the antics being performed there, one ceases to marvel at stunts displayed on the vaudeville stage or at the circus. Athletics, a prominent part of the life at modern schools, are fostered with zeal at Wethersfield. Witness the crack soccer and basketball teams, and the baseball team ready now to open its season. Then recall, Alumni, the athletic efforts of Wethersfield a few years ago. Baseball made some headway, we must admit, but the girls, at least, certainly won,t forget their basketball team, which had to practice on the playground. One could go on indefinitely listing the glories of attending Wethers- Held High School in this present day-but why rub it in? In spite of everything, we still have a fondness for the old school and its associations. Let us not envy the students of today but rather be glad for them, feel that we have in a measure helped them to get all these opportunities, and endeavor in the future to sponsor and help further suggestions for continued improvement. - Rufb E. Gomctz, '22. MEMORIES Though many years may pass, we still Shall feel the gladness of school days, until The end of time they're ours in memoryg Each thought of them is like a magic key To open doors of yesterday and fill Our hearts with joy for all our high school sends Into the lives of those who study there. Although new days bring'riches new, we care For all the grace and wisdom that it lends, And for the gift of splendid gifts most rare, We thank our Alma Mater for our friends. LawnsusniusnnLnnin1unxnxnnsnsninsnLnxnx-ninxns Still Harping on that Theme You can judge a 'l7Z6llZ,S personality by his choice of stcztiozzcry-the character of his business, by his adverzfisifzg litemzfure ...... Whenever We make that statement there comes to mind an appropriate illustration which appeared in Judge Lying on a school desk is a student's Composition.,' Standing on the Q'Composition', is a student playing a Harp . . . . . . . . and the title, t'Are you still Harping on that Theme?', We are .... And itas true. The man who cares what the public thinks will express himself and his business in every- thing he prints. He knows that first impressions are hard to change .... so he sees that they are good ones. And nothing is more important in creating such impressions than the paper on which they are printed. Good paper makes personality- unsuitable paper indicates the lack of it. Ask your printer to use Lindenmeyr Papers and insure quality-at the start. Yes - we are still 'QI-Iarping on that Themef' Henry Lindenmeyr Sz. Sons Printing Papers of Quality 185 Ann Street Hartford, Conn. GREETINGS FROM FORMER EDITORS Each year the Elm has added to its pages something new, something greater with the growing school. What possibilities lie within reach of this Yearbook must be sought after and worked for, and from the mass of incoming ideas, those above the ordinary must be selected and well carried out. The Elm,' represents the best of our Alma Mater. Success to the book and her editors! Yours, -Olive Symonds, '29. Greetings! Four years ago the class of 1926 was bringing out a bigger and better Elnzf' We succeeded that year, and we know that the class of 1930 will produce a still bigger and better Elm . The class of 1926 all join in offering the members of 1930 heartiest congratulations and best wishes for the future years. We also send greetings to all the Alumni and former high school friends in memory of the good times we had in old W. H. S., for, though we knew not the glories of a new high school on the hill, the friends we made and the pleasures we had in the old school stand unchallenged and unsurpassed. -Marion P. Aruolfl, '26. Success to the Elm of Nineteen Thirty Each year the people of Wethersfield look forward, eagerly to the annual edition of the High School year book- The Elm . They read it with great interest, looking for improvements, noting new and con- structive ideas. They enjoy reading the original work of their friends and children. Student activities, athletic accomplishments, dramatic abilities, and scholastic standings are viewed in the light of realization that the students of today are to be the voters and leaders of tomorrow. The Elm is considered the record book of the student and of the graduating class. Knowing this, striving toward the attainment of a perfect record should be the duty of each pupil, to himself, to his class, to his school. The joy of accomplishment alone is worth the effort. May we look forward each year to a greater and better Elm. Hereis to the success of this one. - james A. Lazurvncc, Editor, '28. It seems like a very long time since I was on the Elm,' Board, but I have never forgotten how much I enjoyed it, nor how pleased I was when our Elm finally came out. I am sure the l'Elm has been better every year since then, and I know that ,30 isn't going to fail us in keep- ing up to the same standard. Hoping for the very best luck and success, -jim Allen, '27. HARRY N. KRETZMER Representing REID KING SL COMPANY Local Investments NEW YORK BANK SL INSURANCE STOCKS Hartford Oflice Z-0121 114 Pearl Street Special Rates to the Graduating Class Wellington Studios OS Pratt St. Hartford Z-6781 Wolcott Hill Pharmacy H. E. Strasburg, Reg. Pharmacist Presrriplions carefully compounded from purest drugs. Agency for INIary Oliver Candies. WETHERSFIELD, CONN. We Appreciate Your Patronage and are Anxious to Serve you well. Kiktfii' MARKET EUGENE F. KELLY. PROP. Two Direct Telephone Wires 9-1361 - 9-1362 189 MAIN ST. WETHERSFIELD Metal Ceilings - Copper work a Specially Robert W. Reinholz, Jr. SHEET METAL WORK Gutters, Conductors, Tinning and Roof Painting HOT AIR HEATING and REPAIRING 277 Hartford Ave. Wethersfield Telephone 9-0897 D. COUGHLI Rooying and Waterproojing 294 Huyshope Ave, Hartford, Conn. 74W -0- '7'?1l-'17'?'?- 'P'T'W- 'i- -iff! 'YT' 'lf 7'1- 'lf Amnng ua 5-Sfenxnra Charles T owne Francis H art Lucy N E wton Karl G lahn War R en McGuennesS Mary A llen William Gad D Helen G U stafson Iames St A ndish Iennie T uller Ioseph I ne Mazo Ray N ewton Frank Hu G gard Louis C urini Alice Mi L ler lack M A nikas France S Allencler Dougla S Glndwin Alex G 0 ld Dorothy F ield Lillia N Anderson Virg I nia Becker David Va N Ausdall Dare E y Smith Minor Kre T Znier Mildred L E wis George B E rg Fra N ces Dzikiewicz lustin T ucker Robert H uggard limma W I llard Marion Richardson Dudley S T annard George Y oung 'T T Q T Q 'T Q' 'l l 'Y 'l W l il ? 9 'l x Wethersield Concrete Construction Co 31 HOWARD STREET, WETHERSFIELD Foundations - Septic Tanks - Sewers - Sidewalks Water Mains Telephone Number 9-0754 HEADQUARTERS Compliments of School and Qffice Furniture Schultz Beauty Salon also School and Office Supplies and Schultz Sghool of Beauty The U ture . Gustave Fischer Company Established Over 20 years 236-237 Both Sides of Asylum Stf' Hartford, Conn. Telephone 23141 Compliments Of The Class of 1931 i. .A o i iY 'U l- 'F 'I l SGWZOT fffw W Iffff , X 4 ff Z Cg f f ,f ' .N Nix ' A 3 7 ' j Q NX X. 11 1 Q IN : 1 1 'Il 2 i ff' r c F , ' K mm vs Z X f M ' 2,4 F1-5 'W L-i ' W X c , , ji E J U N ,Q 'f :rp was-me -J Honsaum TUCKER F'lff'i1RlllN IMAGINE HE Twmsl 1,2 fl , f Q ,x Nfrfu -lx P fly I N f V MZ? R R xxxk X' .M ' x X ', 1 1' ff QPU 'My df x A HM U 1 YAY- RM-Q. Youwa JW- ,0.lnX:,A -Q 14 'A ,223 5,0 421.5 . W 'E xg. X ij' ii I X 'X v,.,??f L 2? ff- INQ XBVX 1 , : 1 5 ,A 41 1 v -' 9 ,, 1 x.4i7 , ,. .3 1- -, , .- ,f 1- -1 A HUNTING we? WILL GOP-PSTHNDISH N sm-su x4nxusnsnnxnnxuxnsn-su xnxuxnsnxns-ax - nxnsnx There will never be another day like your Graduation. We envy you and wish you much happiness. Success and all the good things of life are awaiting you. You need not miss them if you will take time by the forelock and start right now to make your future what you want it to be. Years of experience prove that the man or Woman who fails to save must pass up oppor- tunities, business success, future comforts and happiness. We Welcome you among our friends. A savings account here is something you owe your future. Let us Write your name in a bank book today. The Wethersfield Bank SL Trust Company Collzplefc' Facilities io Care For Every Bllllkillg Need CHECKING ACCOUNTS SAFE DEPOSIT VAULT SAVINGS ACCOUNTS SCHOOL SAVINGS CHRISTMAS CLUB TRUST DEPARTMENT xuxnx-wx-nxnxuxuxnxux--xns--x-'sux' x--xnxnxux-ns SUMZOV SMU S ,ff C SQANK My A wx k ag ,C ff, f if M' 1 WF-P BUSIER BUST5 FcSTlc.'5HrumP'GmuN , ig-gi. Qfilfffh N . 5 Q xi gc- r V ' FKHN- HART wi? , f-- 3 nm lgfirf ZX 1 K C REEK I . q 'Y CSFMTIQ ,, W KQQ QW f A X ' X W JW' ' X Ji X XwmeReerefD'31a1niff X Nw Ln xi-suxnxnsusuxinxnxnxnxususnsux-asnsnnx.-xus Words and Pictures A good dictionary contains 97,000 words arranged alphabetically. There are several thousand artists painting pictures daily. Thousands of printing presses are geared to transfer words and pictures to paper. But ..... when you have a message to deliver to the public-merchandise to sell- service to render ..... who will transpose the available material into a logical, persuasive pres- entation of your offer. Prospects are critical today. They have been educated to good sales literature to the extent that yours must compete in a quality field. Therefore entrust the preparation of such material to those experienced in this competitive market. Consult an organization Whose qualiied writers, artists and trained advertising men will produce, in persuasive arrangement, the combi- nation of Words and pictures that will profitably perform the required duty. The Taylor SL Greenough Co. PERSUASIVE PRINTING 74 Union Place - f 1 Hartford, Conni. susnsns- snns-nxox-ns-nsnnsns--xu snxnx-nsns-nxnsns aethange Eepartment EXCHANGES We acknowledge the following exchanges: Orange and Blarlzf,-Barton Academy, Barton, Vt. Yours is an interesting book, and the good jokes are numerous. A more extensive Literary Department would improve your book. The La1m'1 -Farmington, Maine. We congratulate you on your a er. Ever de artment is com lete. The cuts are clever. The write-u s P U Y P ,P A P of the different sports are very interesting. S0ma11bis -South Manchester, Conn. Your paper is very interest-- ing. The Literary Department is rich. The Jokes are good, but why not have more of them? The cuts add to your book. We hope that you have had as good a time at Washington as you anticipated. Congratulations on winning high honors at the National Convention. The C. S. Echo -Columbia, Mississippi. You have a well-arranged magazine. The Joke Department is especially good. It would improve your paper to have more stories. We like the idea of having a separate section for each class. The Salmon Sheri -Bloomfield, Conn. This paper should be of great interest to the pupils of your school. It gives a very complete report of school activities. ' The Farnzingfon SfzulvnIn-Farmington, Conn. Your book is well organized. We enjoyed the Washington jokes and envy you your trip. Your cuts are good, a greater number would add to the interest of your magazine. Ruffinforv-Somerville, Conn. The Raz1ia.l0r is an excellent magazine. The Poetls Corner and the cuts are most commendable. The jokes and cartoons are very humorous. Your Exchange Department is not very large. HW. H. S. Rc'L'iz'w',-Medford High School, Medford, Massachu- setts. You have an interesting magazine. The cover design and cuts are among the best. The history of your town is vividly written. irT7llIA'iS,,-J0l1H Fitch High School, Windsor, Conn. You have a book that is worthy of the second prize in Class B high schools. A few more cuts and an Exchange Department would improve your magazine. The diary is very clever. -Lim--ll kli--41--ki Lil- L-ll' - Compliments of john E Landeen Compliments of DR. E. Ci. FOX Compliments of JAMES T. PRATT Compliments of DR. A. W. HOWARD Compliments of A. W. HANMER WETHERSFIELD PHARMACY You will always find a registered pharmacist here to take care of your Drug needs . . . Compliments of GEORGE MURRAY Mason t I fl I ff yr il als , Uv 1 Qi - 3 ' - 1,1 -Q 'S 'I ur? f 'P 05 I l 1-I' I- l 1' 'I , gl 1' 1 l ug l l 1 If W , I 1' , 1 f I I i P 'ff 1 ' x 'X 1' -Q s ' l X x f 5 I X , L X ,- 5 H f Lm'-V: ul want ll summer hook. 6'SomeLhing lighrF5' inquired the lihrzuian. Lufy: Oh, nog Vve ll young man to Curry il home. George C1m11211'11g.f: Hxvllllf I want to know is, gun I ll huss or xi haritone?', illiff 3llLII1lL'l'I UNO, you are not. Chill!!-L' 'I'0zw11c': ullay mlrives his lillIllCI'lS cur: his algnl, his hi'olhe1', :xml his sister drive it, too. flfliuor K1't'lZl7Zl'l'I VVho has it most of the tilncril' Chfalqz The garage niunf' Marian Ricliurclsoii Qtelling uhout the censusj: Wl'his year the hemls of all the lumilies will he taliciifl Minor Kretxmei' lolcl us that il' the census I1lliCl' came Lo his house to take lt, he would have him arrested. .dm-4----l-4ln--h..dg.A---L.i---h..L.i-- PARTY NOVELTIES and FAVORS Our Supply is Large and Varied Waterman Pens f all styles - for every hand Social Stationery of Refinement for all occasions Greeting Cards appropriate to Every Requirement. You are cordially invited to come in and browse around, THE TRINITY STATIONERY COMPANY 253 Asylum St. Tel. Z-3842 Hartford, Conn. A PERFECT FOOD EOR ALL THE FAMILY FANCY 'T ' Q, SPECIAL FCRMS ,y N I CAKES EoR ALL K6 rs NX 5 AND OCCASIONS ' ' - MCULDS MADE TO l ' ICE CREAM MADE TO ORDER ORDER Delivered in Dry Ice - 'lClwck Full of Youth Unitsl' The Milk Habit Builds Health Bryant 6? Chapman Co. 33 WOODLAND STREET Perfectly Pasteurized MILK, CREAM and BUTTER Plumbing QL Heating Ladies' and Centlemerfs Agent for CLOTHINECRIEEAZDELLED HOFFMAN lusmmnfous sus HEATER REPMRED and CLEANED Jobbmg HAND PRESSING The WM. W. MADIGAN New Wethersield Tailor Shop 159 Nutt Street Phone 9-0454 I-I. Schoolnick, Prop. WETHERSFIELD, CONN. 217 MAIN ST. CENTRAL BLDG. Vic Favry says that he is getting a loud suit for a change. Teacher: 'lFavry, name two figures of speechf, Vic fslowlyj: 'gNouns and verbsf, Teacher: No, figures of speech, not partsf' Vic fproudlyj: Squares and circles. Haaser: When I go to Parsons, to see 'The Rivalsf I want a boxf' B6l5kBl'Z!1ill6l What do you want a box for if you come in your own crate Pas Mr. Miller: , How is it, young man, that I find you kissing my daughter. How is it, young man? Sterl: L'Greatl Great! Marian Richardson: 'gThe idea of your working steady for eight hours a day: I wouldn't think of itf, George Berg: Neither would I. It was the boss who thought of itf' Ray and Iulie Newton were exchanging compliments as brothers will, regarding their respective girl friends. UI hope youlre not suffering from any hallucination that your girl is a raving beautyf, sneered Ray. L5 77 ' ' GS ' ' ' I sure am, replied lulie, and Im going to continue to hug my illusion. Al Bradford: 4'Oh, Doug, we'd better be going. I'm sure I felt a raindropf' Doug: Oh, no, dear: we are under a weeping willowfy It is said that clergymen and soldiers appeal most strongly to women. Gee, I wish I were an army chaplain. And in what state were you born, professor? 'AUnless my recollection tails me, in a state ot ignorancef, MYes, to be sure: and how long have you lived there? M1'. Kierstead, in the woods, In this vast limitless expanse of nature, my friend, man is so infinitesimal that it makes me feel like a little grubf' Guide: 'gWal, let's go down to camp and get some thenf, Mr. Ritchie: uSometime afo m teacher told me to exercise ever . . . . , Y morning with dumbbells. Will the class please join me tomorrow morning?,, Miss Proctor: Can you serve company, Miss Hardy? Thelma: Sure, either way. A Miss Proctor: g'Either way?', Thelma: Yes, sohs they'll come again or so's they won't.H Towne Qin a poetic moodj: In the spring, the peepers put me to sleep. ' Minor: That's nothing. Every night I put my peepers to sleep. -lL.An..al-- --L.i---h..d---+ -h..d---4-- --11.1----L. i, ,,,,, ,, ii GRA ROCK Mf3L':ii'f:ii,W 19 Q 'VVAZQ 9 uw? 1 L' 1' I GE 'cgi' My mn 'XX - Q, , - 2 C R , . ' :- ? FRETTING won't start your furnace HARTFORD 9-1000 nor will worrying keep you warm when winter comes. Coal-wise folks buy theirs now at lower prices than must be charged later in the season. We move in your direction on call. NEWTON, TUNNEL GOAL COMPANY ADDRESS1 BOX ONE FUEL 011, HARTFORD, coNNEcTlcUT 3 Albany Ave. Phone 2-2136 Compliments of The Central Hardware Company Central Building - Telephone 9fOO33 '1 'l l '.f l l T Q l il '4 l i l' 'lI l iP Q l if'1 Charles Towne fto Young, who is writing for the ELMD: K'Did you work out that plot all right?U George: 'lSureg the hero,s washed ashore with four cases of food but no fork, so he starves to deathf, Dad: 'ADon,t you dare go up with that pilot, George? George: HNO, even though he is good to the last dropf' FRENCH TRANSLATIONS His calm eye shot by her. Dantes put the bowl on the table which he had just put to his lips- Dantes did not wish to die. She collapsed in tears. His head leaned on its hands. The prince raised his head, while observing Rosa. He threw his eyes about him. Heaven will furnish me. She put her horse to a trot and joined him. Teacher: Define a kinetic Qdevelopingj character. Dad: 'LOne that comes from Kineticutf' George Young: All progress moves in cyclesf, Dad: '6Motorcycles, bicycles, icyclesf, Miss Viets, skipping from sentence 21 to 26: Please take the 26th, Dudleyf, Dad: g'Wait. I canit see so far so fastf, Billy Gadd told the aero club about dog fighting. Wonder where he developed his natural abilities. Teacher: g'What internal punctuation is there in this sentence: The man ate soup, fried potatoes, ham and eggs, and pieP,' Mary: Indigestion. Dud was telling us about the man who died by a sewer, and the coroner called it sewercide. Miss Viets: K'Does anyone know where one can get 'A Piece of String? Buster: mln most any store. Miss Viels: 'LMiss Willard, Why didn't you write your precis on 'The Subway EXpress'?,' Miss IfVillard: I was on the wrong track. George Berg collected all the brushes from the janitors and gave them to Marion Richardson, who was about to participate in a shorthand contest. Here, Marion. You'd better brush up on that Shorthand. Miss Fischer in French class: How do you say, 'I love you? Sleepy Sophomore: HVVith much affection. Dont' Take A Chance On College Today many men who are building estates through life insurance have added Educational Policies to their programs. In that Way, they are making two investments with the same dollar. Not only are they saving the money which will enable them to quit Work some day, but they are also making sure that, if any- thing happens to them suddenly, their children will not be de- prived of their college educations. For further particulars, Write for our interesting booklet, A Dad,s Real Business. CLAYTON W. 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GRISWOLD, General Agent Minor says that these dull, dry days in class would be a good oppor- tunity for Congress to bring up the liquor question. The whole problem would be soaked up. A sober senior, after vainly searching in several inkwells, behind desks, and in the book closets, exclaimed, 'LWhere,s Mr. Keirstead?U Teacher fseeing Bob White reading Hot Dognj: Lunch time is over, White. Ad in the Hartford Courant: Will man who assisted lady onto trolley with glass eye and Wooden leg kindly call 2-5086?,' We wonder why Iimmie Standish doesnlt catch cold with so much of him always on the ground. During his lecture Mr. Kendall wrote LXXX on the blackboard. Then, seeing Miss Hyer over in the corner, he asked, I'd like to have you tell me what that means. Eleanor Qblushingj: A'Love and kisses. l. According to Doug Gladwin, A. D. means after dark. 2. Ray Newton Creferring to a bookj, i'Eli wasn't in the library. 3. Towne to Carini, who is talking on waterways: 'iYou're all wetf' 4. Newton to Kretzmer: Say, Minor, why do you wear socks when you wear your spats?', 5. Gryphus knit his eyebrows. 6. Miss Viets: L'Rankin, give us a slang expression. Doug Qevidently insultedj: I don't know any. l never use slang. Miss Viets: Applesaucsel 7. Miss Fischer fexplaining sentence in Frenchj: alt takes ni before the verb and two knees after itf' Cnij 8. For the hundredth time, Dantes fastened his ear to the wall. 9. Thelma Hardy fgoing to electric stovej: Miss Procter, where do you put the match after you light the stove? v The boy who once wished daddy had a candy store now wishes his dad had a filling station. Salesman: Here is a very nice automatic pistol, lady. It shoots nine shots. Virginia Becker: VVhat do you think I am, a polygamist? Ed. Kline was walking post at C. M. T. C. for the first time. George Young approached him. UI-Ialtln Ed cried. 'KWho are you? Young: The oHicer of the dayf, Advancel,, shouted Ed. 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