Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

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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.

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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.

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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.