Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 142 of the 1931 volume:

,,,, , .. , -........- , vu . 4' , ' I 3 r Q I f Q , i . 6 1 It i W V ' P A C?,ffLf.lL,Q h 4 Q i9fQ1fQff1f 245 gb q A A ff? , Llf- I , WA , V f H1aQbw5 fiTTsQg' ML L3 ' 15 1 IQ LQ 5 Y ' 9 S+ 4 QQ 492 4 ,ll J ', A 1 V 4... ' ' ' R u.Q:.,-,:, ' -A A OFFICERS OF THE PRESIDENT ........................ ....... CLASS OF 1931 .Frederick Michael Rust VICE-P1lESIDENT ....,.,. ,,....,.. G eorge Leslie Comstock SECRETARY ........... . TREASURER . .... . Anne Munroe Hope George Albert Cummings T 0 WILSON GREEK our faithful Supe1'i1f1te11clent and friend we respectfully cleclieate this book. THE CLASS OF '31 Blurvmnrh HE curtain has fallen on Act Eight of THE ELM. The other seven acts have contributed performances which are hard to equal. Now that this act is completed, the drama of THE ELM advances. The following ones will produce line talent, good act- ing, and elaborate staging. The next performances should be even more finished, for each act gives opportunities for improvement. As in every other play, those behind the scenes are to be thanked. All the actors in the spotlight receive their worthy praise or criticism, but the property men and the stage hands go almost unno- ticed. Therefore, a great deal of appreciation and gratitude is due those who have contributed me- chanical aid to THE ELNI. Before the rise of the curtain on the next act, all who have played a part in this one, trust that there shall never be a finale to THE ELM. THE EDITOR. mf rv 7 THE ELM Photograph of old print 1870 restored bp Hartford Engraving Ca. VOL. VIII. Iune 1931 THE BOARD OF MANAGEMENT EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Florence Murray, '31 .flssislant Editor'-irz-Clzirf Charles Haaser, '31 LITERARY EDITOR Ann Hope, '31 Assistant Literary Edifors Helen Andrews, '32 Kathleen Hope, '33 Vera Duncan, '34 ATHLETIC DEPARTMENT Fred Rust, '31 Assislanls Anna Welles, '31 Arthur Enquist, '32 ALUMNI DEPARTMENT Catherine Lassen, '31 Assistant Ethel Heclin, '32 ART DEPARTMENT Arlinc Anderson, '31 Assistant Lois Shaffer, '33 EXCHANGE EDITOR Anne Cass, '31 BUSINESS MANAGER Douglas Rankin, '31 Assismnls Frances Griswold, '31, Circulalion Manage: Leslie Comstock, '31, Azlvcrlising Mrmzzgcr lulian Newton, '32 Thelma Hardy, '32 Edward Sommer, '32 Raymond Iohnson. '33 SCHOOL NOTES Millicent Thomson, '31 Assislfwt Gertrude Hammer, '32 IOKE DEPARTMENT Mary Donahue, '31 Edgar Coughlin, '31 PHOTOGRAPHY EDITOR George Cummings FACULTY ADVISERS Miss Marjorie Victs Mr. Harvey Fuller N01 I A TREE -AND I I often look up to a tree And say, That's how Ild like to be. Through all the storms and tempests It stands there all alone. Without a sign of weakening It stands, Arms outstretched, Feet firm. Why should I bend In the slightest storm? Why am I so discontent? Why don't I stand and Take the storm Iust like that tree, unbent? A. De Paolo, '31 Personals ARLINE M.XRION ANDERsoN - ARL Be good, be gentle, be kizlzl-thafs our AVI. Distance lends charm, it is said. YVe have found it true, for Arl, who is distant without being aloof, creates a pleasant impression. She is congenial, not familiarg reserved, not contemptuous. Arl is clever at drawing and should make her mark in the world of Art. Glee Club fljg Prize Speaking C1-255 Art Club Gly Secretary Dramatic Club Q-U5 Dramatic Club Plays C2-33, Elm Board Q3-453 Press Club HD. fILBl:RT CLARK Asuuzi - GEL An flnzerimfz kneels only Io his God Gee came to us from Bulkeley High in his sopho- more year. Bulkelefs loss was our gain. Gee is frankness personified, and his genial wise-cracks have enlivened many dull periods. He is a star golfer, and it is said that even Coach Ritchie is out of the running where Gee is concerned. Basketball Seconds K2-3-D3 Interclass Soccer Q3-453 Hi-Y H55 Science Club Q2-3jg Glec Club Q2-35g Tramc Squad 7 ing is that there will be no more Iane and George IANE BARNARD Him, and no otlzer one will I receive and Z1'uSl lane is one of the finest girls in the high school. You can always depend on Iane for both sympathy and humor. One of the punishments for graduat- at WV. H. S. Team CHARLo'r'rra Louise Barzxns - - 'KCrucx And fllzslzing eyer deeorozzs, pure, and merry How we shall miss those yellow bobbing curls. Once in a while those same curls are carefully put up. and we get a peek at what a fine woman Chick Will make. Chick has been showing the senior class how to be a sport this past year, and we love her for it. Glee Club C2-355 Dramatic C2-3-453 Basketball K2-35g Hockey C455 Dramatic Club Play Q353 Senior Play Q45g Class Prophecy. Glee Club Q35 Commercial Club 3 Hockey ALBERT WILSOV BAsKERvxLL1: BERT Would tha! Me Roman people had but one lzefnl so that I could :trilqe it of at one blow Bert is our unfailing Latin star, who furnishes the Senior Class with complete and accurate defini- tions direct from the Classical Dictionary. He plans to be a medico, so in the future don't be sur- prised to find yourself entrusting your children to Bert's fatherly care. Latin Club fl-2-45g Science Club 135g Hi-Y Club 445g Interclass Soccer Q2-3-453 Interclass Basketball C3-455 lnterclass Track C2-3-455 Senior Play Prop- erty Manager Q45g Press Club 135. 8 SALIINIY BREs1.Av ---- uSAMlS1YU I nm lhe caplrzin of my soul Sammy is a strange mixture. He can play a per- fect game of basketball, and he also can make a fine recitation in English. Sammy has quite a per- sonality. He knows his own mind and he makes up his own mind, and woe to him who tries to move him. Class Vice-President f3jg Dramatic Club C2-3-413 French Club Q2Dg Press Club C353 Science Club C355 Soccer Varsity Team Gly Soccer Interclass Team Hjg Basketball Varsity Team Hjg Basketball Sec- onds Qjg Basketball Class Champions QD, Prize Speaking C1-Zbg Traliic Squad Q2-35. CARL Ar.v1N BRUNSELL - - - CAB Why art thou silent? Alvin, though he has not participated in ath- letics, has been one of the school's most loyal sup- porters of its teams. At every game Alvin has been much in evidence, whether that game he at home or miles from town. Here's success to one of the sehool's finest Sports. Commercial Club Gjg Art Club C313 Interelass Soccer Q-45. CHARLES BARs'row Buex - - - Cine Wait, and let Time go by, Till my change comes Chic came to us from Suflield School two years c ago. In his two years here, Chic has gone his quiet, unassuming way making a success in athletics as well as in class. If Wantecl, Chic can always be found tinkering away in the Chem lab. Glee Club GD, Orchestra C303 French Club Gjg Soccer Qfijg-Basketball Secontls Q3-4jg Hi-Y 9 'J ll Xmxis ELIZABEIH Cxss ANNE The Wllldlaf 111111111619 and .fhe gl'l1fIl'5f l1c111'f C.iR'1'i-.it Fiuxcis Casinfi - 'KK1D I am, ye! wha! I 11111 who XQIIOHJJPH Carter came to us from Middletown High School in his sophomore year. He has established himself in the grocery business as well as in his commer- cial studies. If you ever wish to know the price of butter, ask the Kid, Commercial Club Qjg Art Club Gjg Radio Club C45- Anne IS noted for her Hair foi literature. She is an all-round student and has extended her abilities to the school publications. Anne may be quiet, but we know that she'll make a success in anything she attempts. French Club C2-3--ljg Latin Club C2-4j: Literary Club C315 Glee Club Cljg Press Club Q-ljg Flin Board Pam. Ionx CIANCI UPROFILSSORU The worlzl 1111151 be 17111116 mfr for 1fc1110rr11cy Paul is our illustrious barber, and the results of his work are shown clearly upon some of the laborious craniunis of our students. Pauls shrill whistle in a basketball game brings all of Rocky Hill to the contest. VVC agree with Paul in saying that the world was created B. C. Interclass Basketball C3-rljg Chief Referee C2-3-453 Glee Club Gjg Traflie Squad C3-453 Track Meet C51- 10 ALBERTA FRANCES CLARK - HBERTU Morley, simple, and sweet Bert came from Bulkeley as a Iunior, so We don't know much about her, but we know she's a darn good sport. She expects to go to Boston University, and we know she'll make good. Vi RA Rifrn COATLS - CoATEsx ' BNI ll child yr! in rho go-mfr Coatesy is a good sport. even if she hasn't grown up yet. Her two traits are noise and fresh air. She has made a place for herself in athletics and gym. om Club C1-2-3-45: iatiskt-will Q2-35 qeapmin Zjq Baseball C2-3-455 Tumbling Q2-Hg French Cluh C521 Commercial Club HD. Literary Club Q35 Met President French Club filzORGE LESLIE Coxisiocit SlOCIxY If anyone nnempzs Io fmul down Ike Anzenuzrz flag, shoot him on Ihr spat Stocky entered VV. II. S. from sunny California Perhaps the western atmosphere instilled in him a style not found in our New England townsmen, but his wit and humor are a pleasure in any group, He does not have to put himself out to be different. XVe may also add that Stoeky and Doug are the original Sax Duo. Science Club CVice-Presidentj C355 Varsity Soecer Q3-Lljg Basketball Seconds C3-455 Varsity Baseball Q5-Hlbg Trafhe Squad CSDQ Ili-Y QSCC. 455 Glec Club Qijg Vice-President of Class Q-ljg Elm Board H55 Business Manager Senior Play 11 i EDGAR VAN HORN Coucx-lux - - Enom He must have Ike las! word? Edgar, fortunately, is always getting a laugh out of life. But then, why shouldn't he? He has loads of things to make him happy, including good marks. If this boy ever gets started, he'll go a long way. Ask anybody. Class Basketball Q3-45g Science Club G55 Dra- matic Club C2-3-45 Cllresident 455 Senior Play Q2-flbg Elm Board Q3-4j3 Class Soccer C2-3-453 Hi-Y 445. GRACE ELIZABETH COWAN - UGATEH At ones far OH and near Grace came to us this year from Deerfield High School in South Deerfield, Massachusetts. Although we seldom hear her and know very little about her, her cheerful smile is welcome in our class. GEORGE ALBER1 Ctnxnrwes Cnonoi. Give az man zz home he can uric George has done a great deal for our class and all his efforts have been greatly appreciated. His sound sense should aid him in capturing a good position. George says that he likes the name lane no matter how you pronounce it. He played his part in the Senior Play very Well. Glee Club Cl-2-3Qg Orchestra Cl-2-35g Senior Play f4jg Class Basketball fl-253 Varsity Basketball C3-453 Elm Board 4453 Baseball Q2-3jg Hi-Y Qfljg Commercial Club President Gjg Trafhc Squad 13, President 45g Spot-Lite Business Manager Qfljg Aviation Club 1313 Soccer 12 ANTOINETTE Tnunssa DEPAOLO - Toxin Quiet are lzer thozrghis, But happy is her mzfzrreu Black, flashing eyes and gleaming black hair- not a heroine from a French novel, but our An- toinette. Unobtrusive and sweet, she has made her presence felt rather than heard. We know that in her sure way Tonic will use her skill in typing and shorthand to succeed in the world of business. Glee Club C1-2-355 Commercial Club C3-455 Sec- retary Commercial Club C455 French Club C455 French Club Play C453 Baseball C355 Class History. MARY Tunki-.s,x Doxixiiui - - 'LM-xRx ' Whose good spirit, a'isp0.viIz'0n and humor ,-Ira' qmilifics zzfortfz htlfllllgu XVith these splendid attributes combined in Mary, the path before her will always be glowing with sunshine. And why not, I ask you? She has done much to bring out the kind of spirit that every Senior Class needs. French Club C2-455 Dramatic Club C3-455 Glee Club C155 Astronomy Club C155 Tralhc Squad C455 Elm Board C3-455 Literary Club C355 Dramatic Club Play C555 French Club Play ALBERTA Kxox FXILRSOX BERT fi 121111117611 is a temfea lhzng Bert strutted gaily in from Bulkeley High School in her Sophomore year. Because she is quiet, We don't know her very Well, but well enough to know that she ought to make good. Baseball C255 Dancing Club C255 Press C555 Glee Club C255 Science Club CPresident-2, Secretary- 355 Commercial Club C55. 13 IENNIE CAROLYN EVANS - MIERRYH Silent among our trmsurcsu Ierry came to Wethersfield as a Iunior from Wind- sor High School, and proved to be a Worthy addi- tion to our class. Shy and quiet, Ierry goes her way. ERNEST GILBERT FARREN - - ALGILJ, Well, llzcn! I now flo plainly see This busy world and I shall 7ZL',L'l' agree Gil is the lad with the scientific mind. Ask him any mathematical problem and with the running of his fingers through his wavy hair he produces the answer. A genius to behold. His Work in directing the staging of the Senior Play was of the finest. Interclass Soccer C2-353 Interclass Basketball C355 Baseball Manager 4453 Press Club Q3-455 Senior Play Stage Manager C453 Science Club 135g Radio Club C453 Hi-Y C45g Class Will C45. Commercial Club 3 4 Glee Club 3 ROBERT CUSHIVIAN FIELD BOB I propose zo glzt zt out on thzs l e 1 zr ta 5 all summer Here's a quiet boy who placidly does Fine Work both in studies and in sports. We vvouldn't advise you to argue with him because, when you're through, you're quite apt to find yourself agreeing with him. Trinity is getting a good man, and we know that Bob is going to continue making friends and doing good work. Radio Club 145g Science Club 135g Class Soccer C3-455 Interclass Track Meet C3-453 Press Club C353 School Orchestra Q35. 14 FRANCES H.ARR1ET GRISXX'OLD - - FRAN Thou in lhy zfirmc shall .vzrrzfizfe llzem all When We think of Fran, We are reminded of a lighthouse. She is always dependable, calm, and helpful in every kind of Weather. Fran is so re- served that mystery often conceals her good qualities. But in thc end, as always, truth reveals itself. Glee Club Cl-2-3-455 Science Club Q2-35g Base- ball C553 Basketball 1255 Student Council Q3-453 Spot-Lite Editor C455 Iilm Board Q3-453 Class Gifts. Ili.-iw.i'rn.x EPP1MET1Ii:Us GlfRI.I4IX' - Huron fl life fha! Ieudr nzclozlioux Jays Heide hails from Rocky Ilill, and attended Mid- dletown High for two years. She has done a lot to make the Senior girls champions in hockey and basketball. She has also been a faithful supporter of our class. XVe just know you'll make a good nurse, Heidel Dancing Club U55 Basketball Q5--l5g Hockey C-l5g French Club Q5--l5g Baseball 135. Cn.iiu.r.s Biicxvsnn IlAAsl.R CIIARLIL To thee I chant at flare of day Benezlfh, 0 nztziflnz Moon, :hy my Charlie is the dramatic star of the class. His por- trayal of XVillie in Seventeen was one of the main reasons for its big success. His journalistic abilities have had their outlet in the Spot-Lite and also in the 'llilmf' VVe'll look for more display of your talent next year at college. Senior Play C455 Dramatic Club and Play CZ-3-45g Press Club C3-453 Prize Speaking f25g Elm Board C5-455 Assistant Editor C45g Latin Club Cl-255 Art Club Q35g Interclass Soccer Q2-3-453 Interclass Bas- ketball Q553 Traffic Squad Q3-45. 15 CARL PETER H:XERTEL - - - HLEFTYU Ah, Irellcr be zz good jixhernzarz zlmn 121c'1lzNc' wflh Ifzc gozferiznzefzf' Lefty is one of our famed athletes. He has piled up a notable record on the athletic held. When a fellow can pick a basketball up in each hand, he has what you call hands, Lately Lefty has taken a liking to a certain young lady in the Sophomore Class. lnterclass Basketball Champions Cljg Interclass Soccer fljg Varsity Soccer Q2-3-45g Basketball Sec- onds 125g Science Club Q3jg Varsity Basketball Q-Hg Varsity Baseball K2-3-453 Hi-Y Q-Og Third in State Foul Shooting l'1n'1.LIs HARDY - UPIIILH Ulgllf an iiwisiblc' thing, a zfoicr, fl mystery Here We have the girl whizz at basketball. Phyllis appears to be quiet but oh, my, how deceiv- ing 0ne's eyes may be. So sorry, boys, but she likes them older. Arts and Crafts Club C2-35g Hockey Q-U: Glee Club Q2-3Dg Tumbling Club Q2-Sjg Basketball C2-35g Basketball Q2-3-iljg Vice-President, French Club GD. girl Doius PALMER Husky Dono Thc1'e'r zz little Int 0 bad zzz may good Iztlle Because there are not many girls like our Dodo We value her highly. Although she came to W. H, S. but a year ago, she has linked herself inseparably with our class. Dodds humor and friendliness speak out of her snapping amber eyes. We shall never forget our Dodo with her red hair and rosy cheeks. Dramatic Club C415 Latin Club f-Hg Senior Play C-U5 Basketball HX Hockey Team 145. 16 ANNE MUNRoE Home ---- 'LNAN' A good disposition is d quality worth hrzzfz'ng Nan has been in practically every activity in school, besides maintaining a high scholastic aver- age. She has held several oiiices in our class during her four years. Keep up the good Work, Nan. Literary Club C309 Glee Club Cl-353 Press Club Hjg French Club C3-455 French Club President f4jg Latin Club Q2-455 Traffic Squad C2-3-4jg Coun- cil H55 Secretary Hjg Elm Board Q3-453 Class Vice- President fljg Class Gifts r IOHN Iosravu HORAN - HIOHNNIEH All men loved him for his modesty Here is one of the mainstays in the baseball team. This unassuming lad, quiet in his class-rooms, never- theless makes his friends. YVe expect Iohnnie to twirl some Winning games for W. H. S.. Here's luck to you, UCapf' Commercial Club C3Dg Varsity Baseball Q3, Captain- 4Dg Interclass Soccer C3-45. ELEANOR HYER FROSTY lt is nothing to her whether her husband be zz cobbler or d banker Here We have an illustration of the saying that small things in life are the best things. YVe certainly have a capable person in Eleanor. The senior class Wishes her all the happiness in the world. Glee Club Cl-35g Commercial Club C2-3Dg Com- mercial Club Play Qjg Basketball C2-555 Hockey Team C453 Baseball C2-3jg Senior Play Hjg Student Fund Cashier HD. 17 CATHERINE BAIN IoNEs - - IoNEsY What is life, that we should moan? Why make we much mio? Ionesy is carefree and agreeable, and a friend to all. Her characteristic giggle brightens many a dull class. Among other things, Ionesy likes athletics. Basketball Q2-Captain, 353 Baseball Q2-35g Tum- bling Qjg Latin Club, Corresponding Secretary C2jg Commercial Club C4Dg French Club 135g Glee Club Q1-2-Zjg Senior Play ROBERT IONES ----- BOBBY As full of gltzflness' and as free zz: ht'Z7Zf'C71U My Goodness! Who goes there? Why, it is a quiet little mouse. However, it is seldom that the quiet people of the World get as far as those that are more this and that. You'll get there, Bobby, and then it will be We Who Will say, Hlmagine that!,' Prize Speaking C255 Glee Club C2jg Elm Board Q55 Interclass Soccer Q2-35, Champions Q2Dg Inter- class Basketball Q2-3-45, Champions Qfljg Press Club 1355 Dramatic Club Q2-3-453 Manager of Varsity Basketball C405 Senior Play Qfljg Traffic Squad QAIDQ Hi-Y Club HD. ELIZABETH MOLLY KILEBREXR' Lizzie It is Iietler fo wear out than io rust ont Lizzids spirit has often awed and gained the admiration of her classmates. She is a good athlete, as those who have Watched the girls, hockey team know. We wish you luck, Lizzie. Glee Club Q1-2-3-41g Dancing Club Qjg Hockey C45- 18 RAMONA ARLINE ISR!-.'I'ZMI-,R '1Mov1iL And .che has hair of tl golden 11116- Tzrfge care .' Although Monie is quiet and shy, she has her place in our class. She is the symbol of mystery, and we never know just what she is going to do or say. But do we like her! Glee Club C2-Bjg French Club C3jg Commercial Club 445. Enwisr Akrucn Kuxu ED l'D0lI,f cheer, fellows, 1116 poor lads are dying Yea, rah-rah, team. Ed has been cheering on our teams. good and bad, for three years. During the last year we've secn him blossom out as a social butterfly. On these spring nights don't be surprised to rind Ed 'Kputt putting along in his outboard. Later we expect to see him as Skipper,' Kline. Cheer Leader Q2-3-Hg Interclass Soccer C3--Hg Science Club QSD. r JXLICK L.xNDr.EN - AL I saw swcellzesx tender and gay - Alice is best described by her name Cwe like her nameg we hope she doesl. She is everything an Alice should bc: gentle, sweet, and blue eyed. Alice will undoubtedly have a happy life because she is so pleasant herself that she makes everyone around her pleasant. Prize Speaking Q1-233 Dramatic Club Ctreasurerjg Dramatic Club Play Gjg Senior Playg Student Council Committee Qfljg Glee Club Q1-Zj. 19 CATHERINE ALDEN LASSEN - - - KAY Never idle a momenl, but ready in heart and in hand When everyone Wants anything done, they call on Kay. She is a good student and a reliable worker. Moreover, she gets along well with everyone. And what alluring eyes the lady has! Elm Board Q3-455 President Commercial Club C453 Press Club flljg Basketball C215 French Club C325 Class Prophecy AGNES ELIZABETH LAWRENCE - - HAGNESU Her heart is in her work Agnes came from East Hartford High School in her Iunior year. She is a constant pursuer of knowledge. Ask her about any of the better books -she can be relied on for good judgment. We wish you success, Agnes. Commercial Club C3-415 Dancing Club 135. 435. 20 XVALTER WILLIANI LLNDGREN SWEDE I often wish zhal I could lze down and sleep with our waking Baz I wzll fight zt our 1 I can Swede, with his three day beard and his pipe has been one of the classs outstanding characters for the past four years Because of scholastic difhculties Swede was almost lost to us but he came back to a strong Hnish which is a success worthy of much conlmendation. Congratulations Swede Orchestra fl 234, Class Soccer 125 Class Basketball Q1-2D Captain Champs Q2 Glee Club HARRY EUGENE MAN'l'ERN.NClI - HARRY I'm not afralrl of bullets, nor shot From the mouth of a cannon Harry joined us in his Sophomore year, coming from West Hartford. He has been a cheerful, willing supporter of all the activities of both class and school. In athletics, particularly on the tumbling team, Harry has been at his best. Tumbling Q2-3-HU, Class Basketball Q2-QU, Class Soccer Q2-Sjg Interclass Track Meet Q2-353 Senior Class Record, Foul Shooting C-lj. FLoR1zNcE ELIZABETH MURRAY - F1.oss Hom many loved your momezzts of glad grace This is the best the Senior Class can offer and, believe me, it is good. We wish her the best of luck, realizing that some day she will arrive somewhere. Then we'll be saying, Why, I knew her when -. Latin Club Q2-Hg French Club CZDQ Dramatic Club Q2-3-453 Dramatic Club Play C253 Glee Club fl-Z-3Qg Valedictoriang Elm Board Q3--Hg Editor-in- Chief HM Traffic Squad Q2-3--lj, Vice-President Traflic Squad HD. SOPHIE Iruaxiz POLASKI - - - HSOPIIIEN 'XIVMII on awful thing hunger must be If a good appetite is a golden treasurer, Sophie must be a millionaire. Between her and her friend Fran, a daily contest goes on, determining who is victorious in eating the largest number of cookies before English class. Sophie plans to go to Bay Path- Commercial Club KZ-3-4jg Glee Club Cl-2-355 Art Club 1303 Basketball 21 TJOUGLAS WALKER RANKIN - - - Dons There is 110 gfcal g'f'77fll5 zuilfzonl zz mixmrc of ma1l11zu'5 Doug was a bashful, blushing boy during his First two years at W. H. S., but suddenly, overnight, he blossomed out into one of the many answers to a maiclen's prayer that one finds in the Class of 31. As a saxophonist and lover, par excellence, Doug starred in the Senior Play. Dramatic Club, Vice-President Oljg Latin Club fl-Zjg Hi-Y Club, Vice-President Q4jg TraH:ic Squad Q5--ljg Science Club Qijg Orchestra Hbg Senior Play H53 Class Soccer C2-3-eljg Class Basketball C-ljg Track Meet Q2-3-Lljg Tumbling Gjg Elm Boarrl C5--ljg Art Club C3jg Press Club GQ. I'I,XRRIli'I' Mn' RHODES - - Hl'l.'XIillYH I.c'i1r11nl in all yozrffzfuf .vporlx and pizxfizzzzx- ' Harry is good all arouncl-in her studies, in athletics, and she can get off the Irish brogue in clramatics. Here's luck, Ilarry! VVe know you'll meet with it. Clee Club Cl-2-3D: Dramatic Club C2-3--Hg Ap- paratus and Tumbling Teams Q2-5--ll: llaseball Q2-5--lj: Hockey Q-lb: Basketball QS, Captain-Hljg Dramatic Club Play Q2--lj. FRANCES I.-Nm' ROGOLLA - H.l:R.'XNU UChC'f'l'fI!II1C5.f if a Suzzshinc Facl0l'y Always with a twinkle in her eyes, always with a laugh or a smile-that's our Fran. Fran's ambition is Alto travel, and We all join in Wishing her all the luck there is toward reaching her ambition. Commercial Club Q2-3-eljg Glee Club Q1-2-3Dg Art Club Gjg Class Basketball Team 125. 22 lfruanrrcnzu Mrciirari. Rrisr - - RED The Ming is to do il Red has been one of the most popular members of the Senior Class. and also one of its hardest workers. ln his four years he has been a consistently good athlete. competing in all three maior sports. Reds dependability and willingness to co-operate with others will surely make a success of him, in any phase of life, Good Luck Red. Varsity Basketball fl-5-4, Captainjg Varsity Base- ball C1-2-5--ljg Varsity Soccer Cl-2-3-453 Student Council fl'resident-4j, QVice-President-353 Athletic Association QSecretary-Sjg Class President Q3-453 Class Vice-President C219 Science Club 1355 Senior Play f-U3 Hi-Y QTreasurer--Hg Track 1325 Elin Board Q5--ljg Trallic Squad Q2-SJ. Iii Rxnti-, Rxixx HBKRYICLU Mop that rhf1tlc1 ' Last year a blonde with a turned-up nose. trans- ferred to XVethersHeld High School from VVeaver. Bernice is always talking and laughing, and is easy to get along with. French Club C3-415 Hockey IOM: IIrI.rN Sciitisi xr Of ffl! n 1161111011 fa be Io dropped in on us last year, and since then she has built up a very enviable record, She is one of our outstanding typists and has Won many awards show- ing her ability in that line. NVQ hear that Ioan is planning to become a nurse. XVe wish her much success in her career. Glee Club Glg Commercial Club C-ljg Intcrelass Basketball C3--lj: Hockey Qeljg Baseball Q3--lj. Z3 NELLIE MAE SETZER ---- IINELLI Oh, meek and quiet spirit Nell has been in our midst for only one year, and we don't know her as well as we might. However, We know that she has enjoyed this year, and we know, too, that we are glad to have had her here, Bernice High School C1-2-35. ELLA Cuuizcnru. Smanwooo - HSHERDYU I wa: a friend fo all Sherdy came from Middletown High School as a junior, and we are all glad to have her with us. Who doesn't like to have an agreeable person around? VVe hope you will make good, Sherdy, and wish you luck. Glee Club G53 Science Club C355 Dancing Club 133. Grouse Es'1'ieLoN STRONACH - - - HSTRONH And look: the whole world in the face George is another of the scientific members of our class. Work hard at Northeastern, George, and we know you'll succeed as a radio engineer. Hi-Y Club C415 Radio Club President Celjg Soccer HD, Tumbling C2-3-453 Stage Manager Senior Play H13 Traffic Squad HD, Class Basketball C3-41. 24 f EDMUND COLOIN TAYLOR - PROP Hi: brow is wet with honert swear Ed is one of the ambitious members of our class, and scientifically inclined. We know his hard work will carry him to success in the future. By the way, he's one of the gentlemen who prefer blonds. Secretary Radio Club Q-ljg French Club CZ-355 Interclass Track Meet Qjg Interclass Soccer Q2-lj. l MILLtc:1iN'r HUUGII Tuoxxisoy - - MILL11e Moods like visilor: come and go Millie is the temperamental lass of 1931, like a cork floating on the waves. She rides life on the high anal low seas. Her smiles and giggles were seen and heard for a year and a half at Bulkeley High School. We thank the powers that be for sending such a fresh personality to grace our class. Glcc Club CD5 Secretary of Dramatic Club C2-33g Art Club 135g Basketball C2-ijg Baseball 1353 Elm Board Q2-3-47. EVLLYN RUTH TOBIASSEN livin Who makes by force her merit known And liver to clutch the golden keys Erie came from Bulkeley as u Sophomore. She is quiet and modest, and one of our best commercial students. She has won honors in shorthand and typing, and represented our class at H. P. H. S. in a typing contest. Glce Club Q3-Lljg Commercial Club Q3Dg Baseball 435. 25 STERLING Twiss TOOKER - - - STE1tL 'fW01mz11 often changer. He is a big fool who trurzs haf' Sterl, the IT boy of our class, has the three factors which make an ideal man: personality, a Well- developed mind, and great athletic ability. He plans to enter WVesleyan and Without doubt his plans will be fulhlled. 'We shall back Sterl to the utmost. Class President C25Q Class Secretary and Treasurer C353 Class Marshal C353 Vice-President, Athletic Association C253 Treasurer, Athletic Association C353 Counsel Latin Club C253 Elm Board C153 Aviation Club C353 Hi-Y C45Q Trafhc Squad CZ'35Q Senior Play C453 Class Basketball Champions C153 Basket- ball Seconds C2-3-453 Class Soccer C153 Varsity Soccer C2-3-453 Class Track Team C553 Captain on Cham- pions Team3 Class Gifts. XVILLIARI BIICNIRY XV.-XRNER - - - BILL Lat me light my pipe rzl your lzza7y.vfzip's eyes Bill is one of the best students of the Senior Class. He is a line athlete, his tall form conspicuous as one of the best goalies Wethersheld has had in soccer. It seems that lately he has been seen quite often on Wfolcott Hill Road in the Wee hours of the morning -Vi with a can of Half and Half, his trusty pipe and --- Bill, where had you been? Class President C153 Student Council C153 Class Soccer C1-253 Class Basketball Champs C253 Varsity Soccer C3-453 Varsity Basketball C3-453 President Science Club C353 Senior Play C453 Tralhc Squad C2-353 Hi-Y President C453 Latin Club C253 Prize Speaking C153 Aviation Club C353 Track Meet C553 Class Salutatorian. -A' ANNA PRINDLE XVELLS - - VVriLLsm ' It is bfllff' to linen lfzafz to mllqg for in lislening there is wisdom Although Anna is one of the reserved little lasses of our class, that same characteristic covers up a great deal of ability. For Wellsey, in her quiet, calm and thoughtful manner has done much in bringing up the high standard of our class. We all appreciate her. Elm Board C453 Glee Club Cl-2-3-453 Latin Club Secretary C253 French Club Secretary C3-453 Arts and Crafts Club C253 Class Secretary and TYCSSUYCFQ Class Basketball Team C2-3-453 Class Hockey Team C25, Captain C353 French Club Play C453 Traflic Squad C2-3-453 Class Baseball C253 Captain 26 RoBi-:RT CARLETON NVHITE - - - BOB I nerfer like being hit witfzonl .vlrilqing back Bob is one of the best athletes in the school, LORNA LooM1s WELTON - - - LoRNA A life that move: to gracious ends Perseverence and modesty are outstanding char- acteristics of Lorna. With such noble traits We have no doubt as to her future success. French Club C3-eljg Glee Club Q3-45. having participated in all three major sports. He also has a propensity for attracting the feminine eyes. How he does it, only Bob knows. He had the signal honor of being captain of a varsity team in his Iunior year. Bob plans to he a banker. Best of luck. Captain Basketball C355 Varsity Basketball C2-3--ljg Varsity Baseball Q2-5-Hg Varsity Soccer Champs C453 Second Team Basketball fljg Interclass Soccer Cl-255 Interclass Basketball Champs Cljg Interclass Track Meet C2-3-453 Assistant Manager Senior Play Q-ljg Champion Foul Shooter HQ. EDXVARD VVELLES XYVILLARD, IR. - HEDDIEU Other mzzsirians do with notes what they mn, I wfzzzl I like Eddie, with his sunny smile, has been a faithful participant in athletics as Well as social affairs. In the first years of high school he was Miss Manter's prodigy, as his musical activities have shown. We all hope he will have a successful future. Science Club Celjg Glee Club Q1-2-3-41g Orchestra Q1-2-3-Lljg Basketball Seconds Q2-3-455 Class Cham- pionship Basketball Q153 Class Soccer 27 1 , ICATHERINE WILLARD - - WILLIE She has two eyes, so soft and brown Willie is conscientious, and always has her home- work done. And she's not afraid of work. She has more knowledge stored up under that brown hair than most of us know of. Glee Club Q1-2-3jg Secretary Latin Club Q53 French Club 135g Basketball C3-4Qg Baseball Q2-3-453 Hockey Qeljg Commercial Club 445. PHYLLIS LEILA WILLARD - - - 'lPHYLH A sidelong glance and zz szzzlzlerz smile Although Phyl is quiet most of the time, you never doubt long where she stands, for she will soon let you know what she is thinking. Phyl is going into training for a nurse. We are assured that the patients will be well cared for when the poor darlings are in Phyl's charge. But, sincerely, we do wish her all the luck there is in gaining the realiza- tion of her ambition. Arts and Crafts Club Qjg Commercial Club C2-3-45. FERN GER1'RUDE WoLF - - - UFERNU It is better to be small and shine Than be gn-at and cast cz slmrlouf' Fern is a conscientious and willing worker. Her frankness is an attribute which we all admire. She would be a good candidate for a debating team- haven't we heard you arguing, Fern, at some time or another? Orchestra C1-2-3-45g Glee Club fl-2-35g Hockey Gjg Science Club C353 Commercial Club fZjg French Club QSM Class Will. 28 MARY Somrm Zum - - - - MARY Her hand is rerrnly and willing Mary is capable and willing, and always ready to give others a helping hand. You will always find her quiet and agreeable. She likes sports, and has done her bit for our teams. Baseball Q2-Sjg Basketball Hjg Glee Club Q22 Arts and Crafts Club Qjg French Club C3-45. MARY MAHER ----- Marty We know not wha! lhou art Mary is another one of the supporters of the old maxim: Children should be seen and not heard. However, when we do hear anything from Mary, it is something worth while. She attended Hartford Secretarial School in her Iunior year, but decided to come back to us for graduation. Good luck, Mary, in your nursing career. Commercial Club Qjg French Club 'lll1 flDCmOI'i8m CONSTANCE PERRUCCIO Everyone who knew Connie loved her cheer Class of 31 misses her now more than ever to ful smile and ready Willingness to help The and is not quite complete Without her 29 COMMEN dCENl EljI T P R O G R A M ALUMNI DAY IUNE 1931 CLASS NIGHT IUNE 1931 GRADUATION IUNE 1931 SENIOR RECEPTION IUNE 1931 VALEDICTORIAN . . . FLORENCE MURRAY SALUTATORIAN . . . WILLIAM WARNER CLASS FLOWER Pink rose ' CLASS MOTTO 'KNOII est vivere sed valere vitaw Q'iNot merely to exist but to amount to something is lifeuj CLASS PARTS Class Gifts Anna Welles Ann Hope Frances Griswold Sterling Tooker Class Prophecy Catherine Lassen Charlotte Barnes Class Will Fern Wolf Gilbert Farren Class History Antoinette De Paolo Edgar Coughlin I - -, , l 30 1l3l?4 DEPARTMENT I l if le l W A VI lil +- -i F942 lf a ir 1 1 - A ef - r f s ': ' l M- -1 r fJ.l vi 'Inf ,gr e l g umwl 'y- it Q. , N K ' L ' -fi--ay.-.N Q f f-:Q ' if j li 745. , ,X 'pr 'U ,ry i ff at as A ii M ilf- cf lgf Z ,i i w - 'QL Ei L ,A ' L l fxhhsi l J 1 A L X 'XXX 'atb G sig xx L-. xa. . ill. Fr- iw, 'fi 51? L i - , ' l . , ii l , 4E:: .uw V i ll ll JKNAEWTR 'ii THE MERGER As a Fifth Avenue stoplight flashed red before him, Harry Barclay brought his shining roadster to its characteristic sliding stop. Everything he did happened in that manner. Glancing casually into the mirror before him. Harry saw something which caused him to emit a low whistle of astonish- ment, and to take another look--a long one. Something should be done about this, Harry decided. Acting immediately upon the impulse, he slipped the big car into reverse and deliberately backed into the car which had come to rest behind him. The shock was negligible, but it was enough to necessitate Ilarry's apology to the extremely attractive red- haired girl driving the car in question. Ioan Fuller had hardly recovered from the surprise of this sudden shock when there appeared, hat in hand, a handsome young man with profuse apologies upon his lips, but an attractive smile which was far from apologetic. Ioan herself was tempted to smile, but recovered in time to say, Do you always find it necessary to bump girls' cars when you wish to meet them? Before Harry could frame an answer to the question shot at him, the car and the girl in question left him, a somewhat disgruntled male, in the midst of squawking taxis and irate taxi drivers. Harry Barclay was twenty-three years old, the son of a millionaire banker. He worked, or at least his name was on the payroll, in his l'ather's bank. Everyone loved the easy-going Harry: even old George Barclay admitted that between scrapes he was a likable bratf, Harry continued his way to the bank somewhat crestfallen. He was l1Ot in the least used to such indifference from girls, but then, after all, she had successfully made a fool of him in the middle of Fifth Avenue, 31 and he certainly must have looked laughable. Harry had to smile. She was attractive and, Harry had to admit it, clever. Then dismissing the incident from his mind, he considered his plans for the evening. A party and dance, up all night trying to be entertaining and amusing. Boring, thought Harry, as per usualf' Harry put off arriving at the party that night as long as possible without being actually rude. When he did arrive, the dancing was well under way. He was immediately surrounded by females whose intentions were good-towards his money. Harry managed to excuse himself from the ambitious group, and worked his way through the dancers to Helen Marsh, an attractive blonde to whom the newspapers had repeatedly rumored him to be engaged. Harry and Helen had spent much of their childhood together, consequently there were many bonds between them. They were extremely fond of each other, but declared openly that if they ever married they,d have to be either crazy or drunk. Being neither, they took neither themselves nor gossip seriously. All set to be good and bored to-night, Helen?', Then not waiting for an answer, Fine, so am I. Let's dance. They had danced but a few steps when Harry, looking over his partner's shoulder, saw something which nearly made him stop in his tracks and caused him to miss a step -something which Harry, being a flawless dancer, never did. There, across the dance floor, was the red-head of the morningis encounter. Harry's pulse count went up. The girl, glancing up, met Harry's gaze, gave a slight start of surprise, then a faint smile. At this moment Harryls attention was distracted by an irritated male voice in his ear. That,s all right, we only work here, it said. Harry, coming to his senses, realized that he had been plowing un- concernedly through dancers that chanced in his path. When, after due apologies, Harry tried to Hnd the cause of these numerous accidents, he found that she had completely disappeared. Luckily, some one cut in at that moment, and Harry departed hastily towards the open door which led from the dance Hoor onto an open veranda. On the drive, immediately in front of him, a car which he recognized as the one which had left him standing in the middle of Fifth Avenue traffic only that morning, was moving slowly into the street. From its driver framed in the light of a full moon floated a merry laugh, a laugh which Harry was destined never to forget. UTwice!', Harry turned and went in. All the next day a strange unrest filled him, so that it was all he could do to stick to his desk. As early afternoon rolled around, it became more than he could stand, so he shouldered his golf clubs, picked up a friend, and drove out to his golf club. As they drove into the club, Harry noticed the big roadster which had played so important a part in his life during the preceding day. But thenf' mused Harry to himself, 'fthere are any number of cars exactly like that in New York. Of course it would never enter my head to notice the license numberf' After eighteen holes of golf, Harry, golf bag on shoulder, was climb- ing the hill to the club house when he noticed that unmistakable red-head of the day before. Forgetting how tired he was, dropping his clubs, Harry clambered up the steep hill at top speed. He broke unceremoniously into the group at the summit of the hill just in time to see that red hair dis- 32 appear like a Hash into the club house, and Harry, confident of success, about ten feet behind. They raced through the well-furnished living room, crowded with older members, obviously much shocked by their actions. Harry, being notoriously eccentric, was excused for his actions, but the older Women Wore a Mwhat is this world coming ton expression. Harry vaguely remembered shouting something, but, being far more interested in the race, never remembered exactly what. They tore down the corridor outside, the girl ten feet ahead, managing to reach the door at its end first, slammed it in Harry's face. Harry, hand on door-knob, stopped short. On the door was the sign, Women's Locker Roomf' Once more, Harry was forced to grin. L'Well',, said he, 'gwefll wait this time. Taking a chair that was handy, he settled himself in front of the door. Women entered and left the locker room, viewing Harry's grimly determined face. Certainly the sight of a handsome young man obviously waiting for someone in front of the locker room was an occasion for surprise and not a few stifled laughs. Harry began to grow uncom- fortable: people congregated at the lower end of the corridor to watch him. Suddenly Harry realized hell been waiting quite a while. 'fl wonderfl he thought, if there's a back door. Quickly deserting his post, he ran out into the drive of the club. The familiar roadster was gone. Three times and outf' spoke Harry. The next day, Harry was called into his fatheris office. George Bar- clay was a man of fifty-five, with gray hair and the build of a football player. Want you to come over to Henry Fuller's office with me, son. Banker, you know. Trying to persuade him to arrange a merger with us. Arenit busy, are you?,' concluded Barclay, senior, making the words sound more like a foregone conclusion than a question. Harry assured his father that he could umanage to break awayf, George Barclay and his son hadn't been in Fullerfs office more than five minutes when the door burst open and in stepped the red-head. Hello, Dadf' was her casual remark. 'KLo, Ioanf' was the response. Harry, treading the clouds, thought that of course her name would be Ioan, and somewhere in the distance heard: My daughter, Ioan-Mr. Harry Barclayf' Harry came to earth in time to catch himself mumbling, I knew it-I knew it.', Harry might just as well have not been there from that time on. In a daze he sat and gloried in the beauty and fine personality of Ioan, drinking in her every word eagerly. Then his father came to the fore with the afternoon's best suggestion. Since we don't seem to be getting very far this way, wouldn't it be pleasanter for the four of us to go for a cruise in my boat for the after- noon? We could discuss matters more comfortably theref' And so it was agreed, but, at the last moment, Mr. Fuller found him- self too busy to leave. Harry, his hopes dashed, stubbornly decided that he'd go anyway. So off he went. The cruiser was tied up at the yacht club dock all set to go. She was forty feet long with mahogany planking, an all-around work of art. Harry disconsolately boarded her, and set about making preparations for a start. He had the engine turning over and was just making prepara- 33 tions for casting off when he happened to glance towards the yacht club. Walking down the dock was Ioan, red hair flaming in the breeze. She smiled as she approached and asked with some surprise, Where's Dad?,' Immediately a wild idea bounded through Harry,s head. Apparently Ioan did not know that her father had cancelled the engagement, but Harry replied, I was to pick up your father and mine on the other side of the bay,,' which was not exactly untrue, because that was the arrange- ment which had been made. Ioan, apparently not noticing the past tense, jumped aboard, and they left the dock. Harry immediately opened her up and headed for the open Sound. They were in the Sound before anyone spoke. Then Ioan said quietly, K'Weren't we to stop at the other side of the bay?U No,,' answered Harry, 'Tm sorry, but I had to get you aboard some- how. Why?H I want you to marry me,,' was the almost timid reply. Are you sure?,' Yes,,, and emboldened by her manner, and what's more, you don't go back until you consent to, either. Suppose I jump overboard?', 'lYou do, and I'll jump after you and hold your head under until you consent. Then we'll be minus one boat and we'll both have to swim home. K'Lord only knows, I've never expected to receive a proposal like this, but it seems I must accept-and do, dearf' For a moment Harry looked into those smiling eyes, spellbound at this calm acceptance, then suddenly the boat was without a helmsman. When order was again restored, a great deal of spray had dampened les zfoyageurs. Do you think your father will agree to a merger, Ioan?', questioned Harry. Harry, must we talk about such things now? Heill have to with you in the family, I supposef' K'Why did you run away from me so often, Ioan? HI had to be different, Harry. Ild heard how girls had thrown them- selves at you-and with so little successf, HForgive me for that little white lie of mine, Ioan? I had to get you aboard somehow. 'Td have come anyway, hon.', And after a brief pause, Harry, you canst Hb worth a darn. And again the cruiser wallowed in the trough of the seas-without a helmsman. Sterling Toolqer, ,3l. Bob jones QAfter an English discussion on the average manI: Rankin claims he's an average studentf, Miss Viets: Too had you can,t live up to that average, Bobf' Sterl Tooker CDuring a discussion on ShakespeareI: 'KCertainly you can,t call Shakespeare,s work line. It needs to be refinedf' 34 TONY Say, Ioe, make them tacks extra hot. Here comes another fool inspec- tor a strugglin' up from the good auld Mother Earthf, What, that thing down there?,' was the reply. lf it is, he,s got a touch of Spring fever to make him so lively. That's the first inspector I've seen like that since we came to New York to build these here skyscrapers. Say, ain't it funny how many architects get all the credit in steel structural work and leave the rivetin' gang out of the picture? We never get any credit at all unless one of us gets killedf' At this point a long drawn-out whistle interrupted any further con- versation. Before the piercing shriek had cut itself off, the men were on their feet and started toward their work as if they could not sit and bear the nerve-racking sound. The riveting gang of seven men, led by Big Ioe, their foreman, had started work a month earlier, in May, and at the present time had reached the thirtieth story. The masons had followed close behind them, and New York's newest skyscraper was rapidly taking shape. Kicking himself to his feet, Big Ioe spat at the lid of his charcoal forge and then into space. Following the erratic descent of the little white stream, his eyes hadn't had time enough to leave the spot where the spit had spattered on a girder two floors below, when a foot came as if out of the very air and landed on the wet patch to slide and give way to the rest of the body of a mere boy. As his foot slid off the girder, the boy lost his balance, toppled, caught another truss, chinned himself, and grinned up at Big Ioe as he caught sight of his awe-struck face. You little monkey-shaver, gasped Ioe. How did you get up here, and what are you up to? I climbed upf, As Big Ioe paused for words to reprimand the cul- prit, the boy started picking his way down to the floor below, intent on getting out of range of any further torrent. At last Big Ioe found his tongue. No, you don'tl You'll get yourself killed. Come on up here on the platform where I can watch you. Clambering over the edge of the plat- form, the lad stood up and looked Big Ioe square in the eye. Big Ioe looked him over with the slow critical eye of a man experienced in judg- ing men and then, as if he were taking notes, he mumbled to himself, A'Small, but well--built for such a kid, intelligent, spirited, afraid of nothing, and honestf, Then aloud, What's your name?M g'Tony, was the reply. f'Here, get to work and pump these bellows. You ain't leavin' this platform until I do. Understand? For the rest of the afternoon, Tony was confined to the platform with Big Ioe. He had, however, no desire to do anything but watch the riveters in their work. Stationed at three different points, likechickens on a roost, were pairs of men at work. One of these men in each pair carried a fun- nel-shaped bucket, in which he caught the red hot rivets thrown to him by Big Ioe. Fishing into his bucket, he grasped the rivet with a pair of tongs shaped like pliers and inserted the rivet in a hole in a girder. Then, pressing his whole weight onto the rivet with a heavy hammer, he stood braced as the other man beside him applied the burring machine. This machine is often heard by nervous people and mistaken for a new kind 35 of Gargantuan woodpecker. All this Tony eagerly watched as he stood leisurely pumping the bellows. At last, near the end of the afternoon, Tony put his wish into words. '6Say, mister, I'm coming up here again to-morrow. Can I do this againP,, Big Ioe went on tossing rivets as if he hadn't heard. Tony said no more, sensing that Ioe must have heard his query. Tony came again the next day and the next. Saturday, he was there again. Saturday noon, Big Ioe handed Tony a small, white envelope. T0ny's world had changed from one of drudgery and monotony to one of thrilling and interesting work. Not a day passed that did not have some vital new experience in it. Hardly a week had passed since T0ny's initiation. He was acquaint- ing himself with the work of each man in the gang. He tried all the jobs in one form or another. He had tossed rivets for Big Ioe, and had suc- ceeded awkwardly. He had caught those which had been returned because they were too cold to use. In short, he had poked his inquiring nose into everything in sight. Having tried them all out, he turned his full atten- tion to his hero, Big Ioe, and settled down to imitate him. Have you seen the kid practicing, IoeF,' This from one of the workmen. No,,' he lied. What,s he up to now? He's got an old pair of tongs, a pile of old bolts-all sizes-and a tin pail. He's got the tin pail fastened against the wall of the construction house, and he gets off at a distance of about thirty feet, balances himself on a saw-horse, and tosses the bolts at the pail. You'd better watch that kid, or heill be taking your job away from youf, Big Ioe's eyes sparkled. Tony was his pet and his masterpiece. He had helped set up the rig, and he had coached him all Saturday afternoon. 'Tm going to let him substitute for me while I superintend you fel- lows,H was Ioe's reply. A week later Tony had been tossing rivets in Big Ioe's place for three days. He tossed them with all the speed and accuracy of a veteran. Look out for himf, a worker whispered warningly to Big Ioe. The kid has had no bad breaks yet, but he's d'0in' too well to keep it upf' The time came just as the laborer had predicted. Tony was tossing rivets steadily, so steadily that to a watcher he worked as though governed by a clock. Turning his attention to the two riveters working on the same Hoor as he over in the south-east corner, he tossed rivets to the catcher, one after the other, until the catcher signaled enough. Then he glanced upward to a tier of girders directly above him and found the pair there waiting for utacksn. Grasping a white hot rivet in his tongs, he started his slinging motion even before he got it clear of the bellows. Scraping the sides of the bellows as they left, the tongs rebounded and threw the sputtering, glowering piece of molten iron into space. Down it dropped, one, two, three stories, flickering in and out of a maze of steel girders. Inexperienced as he was, Tony realized the damage which this little four- ounce piece of scrap iron could do. The last which he saw of the little missile before it knocked a brick mason down, was as it landed about four stories below to be arrested for a moment in its fall. At this point it hit 36 the edge of a girder and sent out a shower of sparks as though it defied the girder to stop it in its destructive descent. Another week had passed. Tony had been going on as before, after having been lectured by Big Ioe for his carelessness. The only thing which had saved the injured masonis life had been the girder, which slowed up the rivet just before it hit him. An accident like this was, after all, an every day occurrence, and was judged in severity by the severity of the result. It had affected Tony deeply, however. With this incident, he acquired a deadly fear of another skip. He was so eager in his effort to make no slips that he became awkward in his work, due to the nervous strain that he was under. It did not take Big Ioe long to notice the difference and find a reason for this ever-growing awkwardness. The next day Ioe was standing over Tony as he worked, when abruptly Ioe let out a grunt. Relieve lack over there and send him back to me. Do you want me to catch rivets for Iack?', questioned Tony. That,s what I said. Now gitf, For the remainder of the day, Tony did what he considered an abominable job in that it was inferior to Hblacksmithingn, as he called the other. 'LDon,t let your feelings be hurt, kidj, Ioe said the next day. You can go back to your old job again after you do this for awhile. This new job which Tony had, did not serve very well as a rest cure, for at the end he was even more anxious to make good than when he had quit the job. He could not realize that it was this anxiety, this fear, that was the very thing which was heading him toward disaster. The next day was a typical Spring day. A sun which seemed to en- velop everything in its warm embrace, and a clear blue sky made a cheer- ful surrounding for these courageous workers of the heavens. One by one they clambered up to sit in a group on the wooden platform, talking in undertones as if afraid to disturb some great Being, which, when aroused, would wreck their world. They were at once kings in their realm and trusting chicks under the wing of some great mother hen. As they con- gregated on the flimsy platform atop the stilt-like girders, they might well have been mistaken for a brood of crows in a nest in a tall, dead tree. As the men started work, Tony stationed himself at the forge. Every- thing apparently moved smoothly, but Tony hadn't as yet tossed a single rivet. With the heating of the forge nearly complete, Tony made his tools ready. Placing a pail to receive scrap rivets on his left, he grasped his tongs in his right hand and slipped them into the forge. With a wave of his hand he signaled Big Ioe that he was ready, and Ioe beckoned that he would be ready. All the gang turned to watch the first rivet in its Hight, as if half-expectant of an accident. Without glancing again at Big Ioe, Tony drew out a rivet, wound up as if he were about to pitch a baseball took a step, poised and-. All in a fraction of a second, Big Ioe threw up his hand and waved Tony to hold the rivet. Tony recognized the signal just as he was about to throw the rivet, but it was too late. He caught the rivet even as it left his tongs, continued the flinging motion and sent it into the pail beside him. Then, as he lost his balance, he dropped the tongs to the platform and fell sprawling in a heap on top of them. 37 'iAre you all right, kid? asked Big Ioe, as he helped him up and brushed him off. Then, as he saw the happy face of an eager boy who had overcome just one of his problems, he cuffed him and said, '4You,ll do. Edgar Coughlin, '31, THE SMILE SHOP On the road from here to there, between the Castle of Dreams and the Town of Happiness, where the frollicking fountains leap and skip and splash each other, there is a little old shop almost hidden by fairy trees all covered with fragrant pink blossoms. Peeking out from their branches is a small sign which reads: Come in and buy a smilef' Inside, Eros, the keeper of the little shop, was humming to himself. He had risen early this morning because bargain days were busy ones, and, besides, the sun stopped in every morning to buy a big shining smile on his way to work. The sun didn't really work, he sailed along and sprinkled golden warmth on the country side. Little Eros was having the time of his life. What fun to have a bargain sale of smiles, he thought as he glanced out of the window. l'Oh, look at all the people coming to buy my wares, he cried, and clapped his hands in glee. lust then, a group of gaily clad children skipped merrily into the shop. They always bought the softest, reddest, sweetest smiles they could find, and, besides, they weren't very expensive. Little Ioiette and Baby Blue-Eyes tip-toed up to the counter and waited for Eros to come and wait on them. Ill like one of those pretty shy smiles, she said, 'land that little soft pink one with the dimples for Baby Blue-Eyes. Those with the dimples are five cents extra, replied Eros, 'ibut because you,re such a good little girl, you may have it for twof, Presently a small old man with twinkly eyes came in. He bought six dozen chuckles and four boxes of assorted grins. He was going to give some of them to the cheerful cherubs, he said. 'lAnd what will you have? questioned Eros, of a jolly-faced lady with plump elbows and apple red cheeks. She pointed to a big warm smile that was on the top shelf. I'll take that one, she cried, 'litls always nice to have one handyf, While Eros was waiting on the fat lady, a small curly-haired urchin crept in and when the store-keeper wasn't looking, stole a sour little smile that was lying on a corner of the counter and ran out unnoticed. Toward night, just before closing time, two raggedy black-eyed chil- dren pushed their noses Hat against the shop window and gazed long- ingly at the smiles on display. They whispered together, and then pushed open the door and asked to see some very small smiles that didn't cost very muchf' Their own wistful ones were nearly worn out. Then they spied a box in the corner. It was filled with all kinds of smiles, only some of them were a little broken and some were slightly bruised. These sold for ten for a cent. The two small lads ran to the box and then each one found some he liked. Funny picked out some very loud, comical ones, and Sunny chose some very sweet ones with crinkly edges. Eros laughed and gave them each an extra one as they raced out the door. Eros whistled as he closed his little shop. Business had been good that day, but just think of all the bright to-morrows. Millicent Thomson, ,31. 38 DRAMIN The tale which I am about to relate may seem strange to you, but, as a matter of fact, the events in the story actually took place. Strange things have been known to happen which terrorize some people for a long time afterwards. Others merely regard such events as coincidences or acts of Fate. I shall give you my version of a peculiar case which happened a year ago. Philip Dramin and his wife, Mildred, lived in a brick house built on the corner of two intersecting streets. The house itself seemed a humble dwelling for an artist to reside in, for Dramin was an artist. Here and there various bricks were missing, and the front veranda was in need of a coat of paint. One of the windows on the lower Hoor bore a card announcing that rooms were for rent, while in the next window a baker's card had been placed upside down by some hustling housewife. The Dramins lived on the third floor, and their apartment consisted of four modest rooms, which certainly were not furnished with the taste that one would find in a Park Avenue residence. One of these rooms served as a studio for Philip Dramin, in which he idled away his time painting sketches which were rarely salable. Near the window stood his easel, while in one corner of the room stood a tall cabinet containing drawing tools and brushes. To the left of this cabinet was a small sink, and at the opposite side of the room a paint rack was placed against the wall. Numer- ous pictures had been hung about this wall, but the pictures were so lacking in warmth that they looked the work of a robot. No one had ever been known to spend much time in viewing the sketches of Philip Dramin and if one did look at them, it was for only a moment or so. I, myself, possess one of his pictures at present, but I assure you that it is not hanging on my living-room wall. That picture is suspended on my bed- room wall, and every time I glance at it I am reminded of Dramin. For several years Dramin had endeavored to paint something worth- while, but each time that he presented himself at an Art Company he was told to leave his picture and to return the next day. Dramin never suspected that his pictures were left standing over-night where he had left them, for the next day an ofhce girl would merely hand him a slip and return his painting to him. However, once in a great while he would sell something, but the amount received for his work was scarcely enough to pay for his labor. The main trouble with Dramin,s pictures was that they were absolutely dead. Fortunately his wife, Mildred, was employed in a milliner's shop. Night after night Mrs. Dramin would return home to find her husband daubing at the canvas with his face very close to the sketch he was painting. Dramin never in his life offered to prepare the evening meal for her when she returned. For Dramin was sickly. His heart was weak, and he had been told repeatedly to spend some time in the country. But since he could not afford to spend the money, Dramin remained at home, consequently, his condition became that of a weakling. He was only forty-three years of age, but after climbing the stairs to his rooms he would give short gasps and sit in a chair to rest. His wife pleaded with him many times to go to the country, but this Philip Dramin refused to 39 do. He stoutly maintained that he was working on a picture that could not be finished if he left. The only time the painter left his house was to visit his few friends in the evening with his wife. His friends numbered a dozen or so, but it can be said that they were real friends, for they were interested in him and they sympathized with him. I was one of them, and it seems odd now when I recall that neither his other friends nor I had ever helped him sell his works. The truth is that I had never thought of it, for I did not regard Dramin as a first-class artist, and I knew that his paintings were far inferior to those that were in the market. One night last winter, Dramin returned to his home from an art studio where a painting had been returned to him. As he climbed the few steps to the front door of the rooming house, he stopped to peer into his mail box. To his surprise he saw a white envelope resting in the pigeon hole, after removing the letter, Dramin entered the house. Arriv- ing at the Hight of stairs leading to his rooms, he endeavored to make out the writing on the envelope and as a result he learned that the missive was from one of the internationally known Art Concerns located in Philadel- phia. Dramin, a little hopeful, hastened toward the door where Mrs. Dramin, hearing him approaching, had come to greet him. She noticed that her husband carried a white envelope in his right hand, but, as she stepped forward to welcome him, she was startled to see him waver and then lean against the banister. Her face became pale as she ran to his aid. g'OhlU she cried, as she tried to revive the stricken man, 'gan attackll' Raising her voice, she called for help, almost in an instant a neighbor was rushing toward her. Upon seeing what had happened, he carried Dramin to his room while Mildred hastened to obtain some medicine. Her husband was already sitting up when she arrived at his bedside. As she approached, Dramin looked at her with a grin. HIt's nothing, he assured her, 'fjust a little pain. I'll be all right in a minute. Then turning to his rescuer, he said: And you, Mr. Mercer, thank you for your assistance. I am indeed grateful to youf, Mercer then asked to be excused, as he had company waiting for him in his apartment. But donlt be afraid to call on me if you need help, he added, as he left the room. Mildred thanked him and turned to her husband. Dramin persisted in saying that he was all right, but Mildred did not feel so, and she told him that he must go to the country, where he could rest. How- ever, Philip Dramin had no desire to quarrel, so he merely asked for his letter, which was lying on the floor. The contents of the letter were less than Dramin had expected, but he was used to being disappointed. It was merely a circular announcing a contest in which any artist could enter. The winner of this contest was to receive an award of 510,000.00 The only requirement was that the picture must in some way represent Death, which could be portrayed in any manner the artist desired. After reading the letter aloud to his wife, Dramin tossed it into a waste basket and inquired if supper were ready. When Dramin retired that night, he reHected upon the day's occur- rences, and he wondered if he should take time off and go to some peaceful atmosphere. It would be terrible, he thought, if he should leave Milly without having made a cent to support her. As he lay under his cheap 40 blankets, his thoughts gradually drifted to the Art Contest. What if he could win that prize. It would put him financially where he belonged, and he could paint without any strain. His hopes rose as he pictured himself becoming famous overnight, but his aerial thoughts were soon dampened as a slight pain reminded him that he was in no condition to be entering contests. Philip Dramin wondered if he would ever make a decent living like his friends and the rest of the world. Was he doomed to die a pauperP Soon sleep put an end to his thoughts, and Philip Dramin rested comfortably. Some time in that winter night Dramin awoke, screaming with terror. His wife, believing it to be another attack, rushed to his aid only to find him standing beside his bed. What's the matter?,' she asked. A few moments passed before Philip answered. I saw DEATHV, he stated in a hushed voice. Oh, it was terriblef, Mrs. Dramin went up close to her husband. You've been dreaming, Phil. Why don't you go back to bed? MNO, I wasn't dreamingf, protested Philip, UI saw it, I tell you. It was standing right there looking at me. And he pointed to a spot beside the bed. Mrs. Dramin, however, was convinced that Philip had been dreaming Qas he had beenj and persuaded him to return to bed. This the terrified man consented to do, but he slept no more that night. For Philip Dramin, formerly creator of inartistic daubs, was inspired with a new thought which was so deeply embedded in him that he knew he could not fail. It is unnecessary to tell you all that happened during the following month, for the reader would find it tiresome, but upon the day following his mad dream, Philip Dramin applied in the Art Contest, and he set about to gather material for his project. He gave orders to Mrs. Dramin not to allow anyone in the house at any time, regardless of their mission. For once Dramin became masterful. He felt that he could succeed and he became very optimistic, even going so far as to allow his wife to tell her friends of his plans. For one month he labored over his picture while his wife worried about his health. It did not seem as though his physical powers were being affected, although his mind was on his work all of the time and the picture was fast becoming an important factor in his life. Dramin insisted that he felt as well as ever and that he had not time to be trotting off to any farm-yard when he had a chance to make some money. He told Mildred that if he won any money, he would do any- thing she askedg but he wanted it understood that while he was painting this picture he did not wish to be disturbed. Naturally Dramin was temperamental, and his wife had to stand a great deal of abuse, which she tried to disregard. Her husband even worked nights on his picture, though his light was not very strong. Day and night he would keep his face very close to the canvas, and, unlike other artists, he never moved away a bit except to secure more paint from his palette. He never backed far enough away to get a good perspective of his work, for he argued that if he changed his position he would lose everything. Although Dramin was somewhat of a weakling, his eyes were particularly strong, though I do not suppose that this concentration did his eyes any good. 41 In vain his wife pleaded with him to visit some of their friends. They're already beginning to talk about the way you're acting, she told him one night. L'When we refuse invitation after invitation, they naturally think that we do not care to associate with them. Oh, Phil, won't you please come with me to the Bowin,s to-night? There was a touch of pleading in her voice, but this did not seem to affect Dramin, for he turned on her with a growl. I've told you a dozen times that I haven,t got time to be fooling aroundf, he snorted. His wife said no more but retreated to the kitchen, where she kept her thoughts to herself. People were talking about him. I, myself, was refused entrance to his house when I attempted to see him. When one's friends desert a person, success cannot be desirable. His wife answered my knock. When I saw her, I realized that she must have had an argument with Philip, for her face was drawn and there was a look of pity in her eyes. If Dramin had been present, I feel that I would have struck him for what he had done to his wife. However, as I descended the stairs, I remem- bered what condition Dramin was in. He probably thought that he would resume his relationship with his fellow-men after the portrait was finished. But it was evident that until then, he wanted to see no one. The only connection Philip Dramin had with the outside world was through his wife, who did numerous errands for him. As for the picture itself, it was awe-inspiring. If ever a canvas por- trayed a more horrible picture, I have yet to see it. When you looked at it, it would make you feel as though the figures on the canvas were actually in the room. A dying man was half-sitting, half-lying upon a couch as he looked up at a sinister creature who stood over him with a hideous grin. This spirit was painted in a half-tone which rendered it all the more gruesome. It seemed to me as though Dramin had taken a skeleton and stretched parched skin over the bones, for the creature looked very frail. The eyes were sunken, and one hand was in the mouth, while the other claw-like hand was extended over the man upon the couch. As I am not an artist it is beyond my power to give you the technicalities of the picture, but, in one word, it was horrible. Whatever emotion Dramin had lacked in his previous sketches seemed to be put into this one scene. It was so dreadful that when Draminis dog first saw the picture, it jumped out onto the Hre-escape and Hed. Dramin considered this an act of good omen. Toward the end of the month Mrs. Dramin could no longer stand the way the picture was affecting her husband. He seemed to forget that there was such a thing as a world. One night Dramin was startled to see a visitor in the living room, and he endeavored not to be seen but his wife sought him out. Oh, Philipf' she began, uthis is Doctor Semon. Doctor Semon, this is my husbandf, The doctor shook hands with Dramin, who was trying to dry his hand with a handkerchief before offering it to the medical man. In his heart he felt bitter toward Milly for having sent for a doctor, but he knew that it would be unwise to make a scene. How do you do, Doctor, he said simply. 42 Mrs. Dramin then explained that the doctor would like to examine him, and so he submitted himself to the critical eye of the physician. When Dr. Semon had finished his examination, Dramin asked to be excused, saying that he had some work to do. After Philip had left the room, Dr. Semon explained to Mrs. Dramin, He is in no great danger at present, Mrs. Dramin. Of course you know that in a case of heart trouble, any great excitement might prove fatal, I would suggest that you do not allow him to be disturbed. It would be best if he dropped his work temporarily. He is evidently under some strainf' Mrs. Dramin said: He is practically finished with this picture, Doc- tor, and I believe he will rest when he completes it. Thinking of Philip's ignorance of world affairs, she added: 'gBy the way, Doctor, I suppose it will be all right for Mr. Dramin to go out and see people in the evening as he used to do? Doctor Semon, who was already on his way out, paused as he ad- vised, f'Positively all right, providing that it will not excite him. With this advice, the doctor took his leave. Mrs. Dramin immediately went to her husband, who was waiting for her with a heavy scowl on his face. He at once proceeded to repri- mand her for her act, but, after hearing some of her points, he quieted down a bit and dismissed her with a kiss. But his wife was not through. 'KThe Browns are having a farewell dinner for Anne tonight, and, Phil, I want you to go. At this Dramin turned on her and informed her that he could not go anywhere. An argument followed, in which Mrs. Dramin pointed out that he should get out once in a while and that if he did not accept the invitation, the Browns would probably cease association with them. Dramin finally gave in while he listened to the program for the evening. To her surprise, he again kissed her and asked to be forgiven for his rudeness. As he turned to his picture again, Dramin remarked, 'fOh Milly, the picture is almost finished. Iust a few more touches, and it,ll be ready to be shipped to-morrowf, 'fYes?', Milly looked at the picture and then turned away. She was actually afraid to look at it. She appeared to be jovial about the matter, but in her heart she hated that picture more than anything else in the world-not only because of its horror, but of what it was doing to Phil. Dramin wiped his hands on his smock as he picked up his palette and began to work. His face went down to his favorite position as he made little daubs here and there. His mind was now on the results of his work: just how he would ship it and all such details. That evening Philip Dramin and his wife went out together for the first time in a month. The dinner at the Brown's was in full swing, and there were many guests present. Dramin had been greeted by a friendly nod from most of them, although they talked about him continuously when he was not near. I-I'mmmp, I don't see how he thinks he's any better than the rest of us,', sneered one woman. It happened that Mrs. Dramin overheard this remark, and tears came into her eyes as she looked across the table at her husband. He looked thin in that big chair, she decided, and she 43 remembered how he had shrunk into the corner of the street car and cowered when they passed bright lights. I only hope I havenit begun too latef, she murmured to herself as she continued to gaze at Phil. As the woman seemed about to pass judgment upon her husband as being a goneby, Philip Dramin suddenly became active. He talked and laughted with his neighbors in a jovial manner, and Mildred was then convinced that he was coming back to his old self. At this realization she hoped that his picture would make some money for him, even though it was a brutal portrayal. All her husband had needed was to get his mind off the painting for a while, she con- cluded to herself. Philip Dramin seemed to be enjoying himself immensely when he suddenly stood up. Everyone at the table looked at him, half-expecting him to make some sort of speech. Instead he said, Er-may I be ex- cused?,' Without waiting for any reply, he strode quickly from the room. At this, Mrs. Dramin became alarmed, and she joined him in the hall where he was already putting on his coat. Phi1,', she cried, where are you going?U I'11 be right backf, he promised her, I forgot to cover the picture. Tell Mrs. Brown I'l1 be right back, will you? Before she had time to question him further, the door slammed, and he was gone. Failing to cover his canvas was something Philip Dramin had never done before. Dramin hurried along the street until a cab drew up close to the curb, he promptly hailed it. I-Ie appeared to be no weakling now, for he seemed to possess new physical energy as he leaped into the cab. 'fLucky I thought of it,,, he said to himself as the cab sped toward his home. Milly will probably be sore at me for leaving the party like that, but I'l1 hurry backf, For the remainder of the drive he experienced gleeful moments as he pictured himself receiving a ten thousand dollar check. When he reached the old house he jumped out onto the sidewalk and then returned to the cabman whom he had apparently forgotten all about. 'KWait here a moment, please, he commanded the driver, HI shall want to be driven back. 1,11 be down in a momentf, The driver consented, and Dramin went up to the front door, which he unlocked with his pass key. As he fitted the key into the door of his own apartment, he reflected that he really shouldn,t have hired a cab, but upon realizing that he must get back to Brownis with the utmost speed, he dismissed the matter from his mind. Entering his living room, he switched on the bright light on the ceiling and approached the door to his studio. This door was also locked, but Dramin had the key ready. I-Ie withdrew the key as he opened the door just a triHe. As he did this, he noticed the easel standing by the window, since it was dark in the studio, he could easily see it outlined against the sky. Dramin uttered a sigh of relief and, as he pocketed the key, he opened the door wider. The bright light in the living room fell upon the uncovered canvas and its terrible and ghastly figures. Dramin stopped short and viewed the illusion before him, and then he gave a long and fearful cry. Philip Dramin slumped to the floor-dead. Charles B. Hauser, '31. 44 DREAMS D0 COME TRUE 'KHi there, Marilynf, called Ioan, prancing down the steps of Park- line High School, wait for me, won't you?v The object of her excitement, a delicately pretty girl with a strange, doleful expression, turned slowly and waited. Hello, Ioanf' Marilyn greeted her chum rather indiiferently. an Marilyn, are you going to the Sigma Psi dance tonight? I've just been asked, and I'm positively thrilled to deathf, No, I'm not going, Ioanf, Why not? It's going to be simply swell. I have a ducky new dress for it. It's pale green and-H na 'Tm sorry, but I haven,t been invited. Oh, my dear, you make me tired. There is no reason on earth why you couldn't be the most popular girl in school. You are easily the best looking in our class with your perfectly divine hair, and that gorgeous skin of yours, and you're so charming and such a graceful dancer! Oh, Marilyn, snap out of it and don't be so slow! Show the fellows some attention. They like it! Platter them, and you,ll be surrounded by the unfair sexf' There were traces of tears in Marilynis eyes. Pressing them back, she replied: Ioan, dear, please don't flatter me. You know how I hate it. Let's forget the dance. How did you like our French quiz? g'Oh, darn French quizzes, I'm not the least bit disturbed about them. Have you heard about the swell new fellow who is visiting Bob Emery? No, you wouldn't. Well, just the same, he is absolutely ideal. I saw him with Bob this morning. They say he,s Bob's room-mate at Cornell. I always did like Cornell, but now, well, Iid risk my life for its dear old name. nloan, don't be idiotic, replied Marilyn, trying to conceal her in- terest under a veil of disgust. You think of the most foolish things to say. Anyone would almost believe that you had never seen a good-look- ing college fellow beforef, Ah, but Marilyn dear, he isn't the rule, he is the perfect exception. But then, you haven't seen him, so it naturally would be hard to convince you. However, I warn you, one glimpse of him and-. Here we are at your house. Sorry I can't come in, but I ITlUSt hurry and get to the hair- dressers I want to look my best tonight, 'cause I'm going with Iack, a close friend of Bob Emery, who most likely will introduce me to the new boy. Oh, yes, he's going to be there. Won't it be just grand? I suppose all the girls will be positively mad about him. Gee! I hope I dance with him. Oh! thereis Iack. lack, hi lack, Good-bye, Marilyn dear, sorry you aren't going tonight. Off she scampered, just as she came, the typical young American girl. Marilyn slowly sauntered into her house, fanning a flame of relief, bitterness and sadness, all burning together in her heart. Marilynis mother, a rather charming, middle-aged woman, greeted her as she entered. 'KHello, dear, how did everything go today? 45 Fairly well. Our test papers were passed back in English. I got B. YVC had a stiff quiz in French, but I feel fairly sure that I passed. Mother, I think-if there is nothing you want me to do-I'll go up to my room and studyf' Not waiting for her motherfs answer, Marilyn trudged upstairs, drag- ging her books after her. At the dinner table, Marilyn was unusually quiet and seemed dis- turbed. Her mother noticed this, as mothers have a way of doing, and asked in a motherly fashion: Marilyn, dear, donft you feel well? Why, yes, Mother, I'm perfectly all rightf' faltered Marilyn, not dar- ing to look her mother straight in the eye. Tell me, honey, if you arenft, for Iim going to meet your father in town, and weire going to the theatre. You going out?H UNO, I have some studying to dof' The same old cry. Oh, Marilyn, when I was your age, I was out having a good time with a different boy each nightfy Mother, please-I' and Marilyn ran out the door, unable to hold back her tears any longer. Mrs. Patterson was evidently used to these spells and didnft even interrupt her dinner to follow her daughter. Marilyn, shut in her room, tried in vain to study. Pictures of the dance flashed through her mind. She got up and walked to the window. Next door, the Country Club was a blaze of light. Early couples were beginning to arrive, the girls in flowing gowns and gorgeous wraps, the fellows, a study in black and white. In a fit of anger Marilyn threw herself on the bed. Thoughts whirled crazily through her troubled mind. Oh why, oh why, did a decent girl have to suffer so? She had tried to be good. She had never run after boys or thrown herself in their way as Ioan and Dot and Alicia and all the other girls did. Those girls were never true to any of the fellows. They admitted that all they wanted was a good time out of them. And yet they were popular! While she, she had been honest and sincere with every boy she had ever met. Well, she wasn't going to change, for she had her dream boy. She would wait for him. He would come some day, and would want her just as she was. But why couldnit she have him now? She despised some girls for the way they acted towards boys. She wouldnit be the talk of the town. In the midst of her rampage, after a light knock on the door, a voice told her that her mother 'had left an hour ago. This was hardly an interruption to the frenzied cycle of thoughts going through Marilyn,s head. It went on. The other girls smoked, gambled, petted, and even drank. She would never step so low as that, not even if she were an old maid. An old maid --that phrase made a cold, icy shudder run up and down her spine. Never, never, could she be an old maid. Then a flippant model Happer. Oh, what could she- Marilyn, Marilyn, yoo-hoo, where are you?,' a voice broke through the peaceful quiet of the house. Marilyn jumped up and ran down stairs. There stood Dot and Tom in all their formal splendor. 'KWe stopped in to show you ourselves, didnit we, Tommy-boy? cooed the enamoured Dot. 46 4'Yes, sure we did, sweet thing. Well, how do you like my girl friend, Marilyn?,' the other half of the couple questioned. Lovely, Tom. You both look great. I'm so glad you're going. Have a nice time, won't you? This is bound to be the best dance of the year. Only the wall-flowers arenit going,', retorted Tom cruelly, as he fairly carried Dot out of the house. Only the wall-Flowers arenlt going. Oh- wailed Marilyn, as the door closed behind the jovial duo. Well, I guess the bed is the best place for-for wall-flowersf' But as she started slowly upstairs, the bell rang. She quickly brushed her eyes with her handkerchief and hurried to the door. There stood her -her dream boy, the very one for whom she had always kept herself honorable. She recognized him instantly, for she saw him every day in her dreams. But he was speaking. :L I'm Dick Harrington- he began. No, you're not, you're my dre-Oh! Whom did you want to see? as Why, isn't the Sigma Psi dance to-night?', Yes, but that is next door, at the Country Club. ca Oh, I'm frightfully sorry, please excuse me, won't you?,' And he was gone. The tall, dark boy had vanished into the night. Marilyn crept upstairs to bed under the spell of that one glimpse. All night long she dreamed of him, her ideal. The following week Marilyn met Ioan in school. Well, Ioan, did you meet the movie sheik at the dance?,' Marilyn, heis divine. He danced four dances with me, and he came to see me just before he went back to college. Oh, I'm crazy about him. His name is Dick Harrington and- Dick Harrington! Why, yes. What's so odd about that? Oh, nothing, I thought I had heard that name somewheref' You probably have. He was a star football player this year, he is about the most popular fellow in his class and- But Ioan was talking to the air, for suddenly Marilyn was nowhere in sight. She had hurried home, not able to listen to any more. For several weeks, all she heard was tea dances at Cornell, week-ends with Dick, letters from Dick, until Marilyn hated the sight of Ioan. Then one day during Spring vacation, Marilyn, shopping in the busi- ness section, rushed around a corner and straight into Ioan and-Dick Harrington. Oh, Marilyn, I want you to meet Dickf' Ioan was forced to say. I think we have met before, smiled Dick calmly, and to Marilyn's utter joy, the smile was not the least bit forced or artificial. After frantic attempts at light conversation, they parted. That night, Marilyn was called to the telephone. Marilyn speaking. Good-evening, Marilyn, this is Dick Harrington, boomed a voice from the other end of the wire. Why, er, a, why, a-hellof' 47 Marilyn, I can,t beat around the bush. I must tell you that I was -well-ever so much impressed with you both that night last winter and today, and I want to come to see you tomorrow, if you will let me. i'But what about Ioan?', L5 71 Ioan! But you are going steadily with her, and I don,t think it would be fair of me to- Going steadily with Ioan? Nonsense! I only bumped into her by accident today. I saw her at the frat dance last winter, she got my ad- dress and wrote me a stack of letters. I answered only one. Sheis a good kid, just like all the others. But you havenlt answered me. May I come to see you? H Yes, you may, and Dick, could you come tonight? Could I? Oh, Marilyn, 1,11 be right up. Goodbye-until thenf, Marilynls lips could not seem to form the word 'igood-byeug all they could murmur was, Dreams do come truef, Fl01'c'ncs Murmy, 31. PRICE OF BEAUTY Long hair is a curse. It is the cause of stiff necks, sleepless nights, frazzled nerves, and numerous other minor ailments. Perhaps I do not make myself clear. Have you ever tried to sleep with about ten tin curlers arrayed about your head? Have you ever stood for a half hour trying to arrange an unruly mop? And even then, it isn't arranged. Have you ever been so afraid of dislodging a curl that you held your neck at an angle all day long, and then wondered how you got a stiff neck? But worst of all forms of torture is the beauty parlor. I have seen willing victims allow their necks to be roasted under intense heat. Some people are idiots enough to sit three hours with a heavy, hot electrical contrivance perched on their heads. No wonder brains have such a hard time! And we wonder why there are so many nervous wrecks. H. A., 32. WINTER A field, rutted, covered with dry, brown grass, woodchuck holes, then swirling, downy Hakes of snow. Complete change-snow, the master painter of winter, transforming the commonplace into the beautiful. The field disappears under a beautiful, feathery puff, trees assume the roles of ghosts with their widespread, bare arms. The brown dirt receives a mantle of white purity, and then a second transformation--rain spattering the pure white mantle with an ugly brown. This is the power of Nature, boundless in its ability to change the ugly to the beautiful and the beau- tiful to the ugly. . Szerl Toolqer, '3l. 48 AN ESSAY ON MUSIC It has often been stated that music is the fourth great want of the human race. First comes food, then raiment, then shelter, and last but not least, music. It may seem when first hearing this statement that it is greatly exaggerated, as music is often looked upon as a mere art. Surely a man can live without music, we think, but, whether recognized or not, the want is still there. There is a certain desire in everyone that only music can supply. So large a part of the average person's life is spent in the rush of the business world that each one should endeavor to take time for those things which make for relaxation and uplift. Among the uplifting agencies, music certainly ranks the first. It makes no attempt to instruct us, to tell us a story, to put facts before us. It simply appeals to the love for the beautiful and excites emotions of pleasure, and for these reasons it is con- sidered the queen of arts. In speaking of music in this sense, I am referring to the classics which have lived for years, and not the popular tunes of the day which we hear today, and that will be gone tomorrow. For many people to whom religion makes no appeal, music is almost the only bond of connection with the world beyond the purely physical, and for all of us, it may, as Carlyle said, lead us to the edge of the infinite and let us for moments gaze into that. Iust what is music? Music is a succession of sounds which please the ear or awaken pleasing emotions. If the vibrations are fewer than sixteen or more than 8,192 in a second, the sound ceases to be a musical sound, it is mere noise. The history of music is naturally divided into two great periods, ancient and modern, distinguished by two facts, the ancients knew nothing of harmony, that is, of the results produced by sounding several notes together, they also knew nothing of a key. Certain sorts of music seem to have existed. in all countries and at all times, consisting in primitive tribes merely in rhythmic sounds. The oldest records of music are those of ancient Egypt, dating to about 4000 B. C., but the representa- tions that have been found of the crude cymbals, drums, Hutes and harps show conclusively that little progress had been made up to that time. Music is in one sense far more ancient than man, and the voice was from the very commencement of human existence a sort of melody. The early history of music is, however, unfortunately wrapped in much obscur- ity. The use of letters long preceded the invention of notes, and tradition in such a matter can tell us but little. Plato said, Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, gaiety and life to everything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is good, just, and beautiful, of which it is the invisible, but nevertheless dazzling, passionate, and eternal formf, Plato gives us an idea of how important a part music plays in our lives. It is interesting to note what different people think of music. Music to some people is a luxury, an element of pure happiness, something touching the human heart, as an education, and as an aid to religion. There are other forms of opinions, and there are many who consider that our life at present is peculiarly prosaic and mer- cenary.' I greatly doubt whether that be the case, but, if so, our need for music is all the more imperative. 49 There are other forms of music which though not strictly entitled to the name, are yet capable of giving pleasure. To the Sportsman what music can excel that of the hounds themselves? There is, however, a true music of nature-the song of birds, the whisper of leaves, the ripple of waters upon a sandy shore, the wail of wind or sea. There is music in speech as well as in song, not merely in the voice of those we love and the charm of association, but in actual melody. It is, moreover, a joy for all. To appreciate Science or Art requires some training, and no doubt the cultivated ear will more and more appre- ciate the beauties of music, but though there are exceptional individuals and even races almost devoid of any love of music, still they are happily rare. Good music, moreover, does not necessarily involve any considerable outlay, it is even now no mere luxury of the rich, and we hope that as time goes on, it will become more and more the comfort and solace of the poor. Much as music has already done for man, we may hope even more from it in the future. Frances I Rogdlhl ,31 TRIALS OF A SENIOR We have delved into the ruins of Rome in our History classes, we have dug diligently into our Latin grammars, some few of us have ex- cavated the depths of geometry, and others have unearthed French idioms. Thatls enough? Well, we thought so, too, until we discovered that word Hinarticulaten. Now we are starting explorations for a new quest-'gSearch for Longer and Looser Vocabulariesf, Perhaps the under-classes have noticed a number of adventuresome Seniors tossing oPf four-syllable words with the ease of gargling a banana split. Donit be alarmed, kiddies! We have been wallowing in the uncertain area of these syllabic contraptions for so long that we simply cannot force ourselves to say, Nice day, isnit it? , anymore. We are moved to ejaculate with fervor, 'gIsn't this day gorgeous? The sun, a great mass of molten copper, burning in a sublime sky of azure, the soothing zephyrs with their sweet caresses, arouse poetical emotions in one, do they notPU Perhaps, not quite so bad as that, but we really are becoming ac- quainted with Mr. Webster, such an enlightening fellow and, at times, quite surprising, fto us, at leastj. The other day, when we bumped into that word Uinarticulatef, I had it meaning everything from artichokes to a pair of galoshes-you know the kind I mean. After consulting Web,' foh, yes, we are that intimate nowj and learning the proper dehnition, I began thinking of the great part a good vocabulary plays in our lives. Of what consequence a poetis most charming thoughts without true ex- pressioni How have our country's greatest leaders swayed the people in times of a national crisis but by the boundless power of language? How many sorrows are lessened by kindly, thoughtful words? Can one reckon the value of the perfect conveyance of an idea to a scientist, an author, a business man-in fact, one in any phase of life? After due consideration, we, as a class, decided that our vocabularies needed renovating. Since then, three words a dayu has become our motto. Now we have only one regret: why didnit we start when Doug started? Anne Hope, '31, 50 THE PROTEGIQ OF DR. PIERCE It was a lovely day in April when Philip Playdon was wounded and brought to the military hospital at Loreau, a tiny French village. One could scarcely call it a village, it was so diminutive. It was the magnetic presence of Spring as well as the youthfulness of the soldier which made the case so pitiful to Doctor Pierce. lt did not seem just that the sun should smile gloriously down upon the earth and that the fragrance of the air should be so poignantly sweet when a desperate struggle for life was being waged. The physician finished his task of dressing the wound, gazed thoughtfully at his patient for a moment, sighed, and then left the room. Doctor Pierce was a well-known American man, beloved by all who knew him. He had given up his practice in the States to come to France and do his best during the war. Everyone in the hospital was cheered by his witty sallies and sincere encouragement. He brought a relief which no medicine could rival. His was a balm to anguished souls. He was a bit of home, of love and kindness in this strange turmoil of grief. Here was a friend in whom they could confide, one who was always willing to hear their stories and give sympathetic counsel to them. His daily visits seemed like pleasant social hours to the men. This morning Doctor Pierce did not seem so optimistic as usual. The frown on his forehead was a puzzle to the nurses and others who watched him leaving the building, so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not notice them. The truth was, he could not get Philip Playdon from his mind. The doctor had seen many of the cruel tragedies of the war, yet none had touched him as had this last patient. The look on the boy's face, so pleading and sad, haunted him like a dream. This lad didn't seem the type to fight wars. One could more easily imagine him writing beautiful verses or playing softly on a violin. He had long, sensi- tive fingers, the doctor remembered. Then, rousing himself from such reveries, What am I thinking of, to let myself be so disturbed by a case? A fine doctor I'll be if I go around looking as if I had lost my last friend. Doctors have to keep smilingf, Thus he intended to dispatch the thought of Philip from his mind, but all through the day the boyas face appeared before him, gentle and appealing. It disturbed him so much that he went back to the hospital that night, more to satisfy his troubled mind than for any professional reason. He was relieved to find the boy a trifle more comfortable than he had been that morning. Well, my boy,', he said. K'You're picking up nicely. Guess we won't be able to keep you with us very long. Thatls the trouble. I just get acquainted with you fellows when you up and leave me. Youlll soon be joining the poker-sharks in the convalescent room. Get to sleep early now because this fellow in the next bed snores like a Brooklyn Express. Weeks slipped by. The war continued. The little hospital at Loreau was filled to capacity. Doctor Pierce was busier than ever. Yet, he man- aged to form an intimate friendship with Philip Playdon. It was pleasant to have a cultured, intelligent person to talk with. Sometimes, though, the Doctor could not understand his youthful friend. He never talked about his past or mentioned his people. No letters came for him. Often 51 the keen eye of the older man detected a wistful look on the boy's face when others were reading letters from home. The other soldiers all admired the quiet youth. He was a fellow who might slip into a crowd unnoticed but whose absence would be felt instantly when he left. About six months before the war ended, he was dismissed from the hospital. Everyone was sorry that he was going, though they were happy to see him well again. He left no address with his friend, Doctor Pierce. Only a few parting words, Doctor, your kindness to me has been immeasurable. You have given me a friendship of which I am proud and one that I shall cherish all my life. I can never hope to repay you for giving me new hope, new life. On the way home at last! It certainly felt good. Queer, mused Doctor Pierce, how one could trot all over the globe and never experience the pleasure that coming home gives. Only one more stop, then Riverton. Probably he would be the only one getting off there. Most of the passengers were soldiers going home. None of them looked familiar except one fellow sitting a few seats ahead of the physician. What was it that attracted the latter's attention? He was studying the person from a rather in- adequate angle when the fellow turned and faced him. Philip!,' There was no response, only a blank look. A'Philip, don't you know me?', No, I donit. I can,t remember ever having seen you before. Since you know my name, I probably should recognize you, but I don't. But, your doctor, surely you remember the hospital at LoreauP The boy was silent for some moments. Then, indicating that Doctor Pierce sit down, he said: L'You are the Hrst person who has spoken to me for some time. I had forgotten that anyone knew me. Since you were my doctor, 1,11 tell you the story, such as it is, of my illness. Perhaps you will be able to help me. The farthest back that I can remember is when I was on a boat. I remember waking up one morning wondering where I was and why I was there. A man came, stranger to me, and told me that he was the ship's doctor. He said that I had been ill all the way over from France. I couldn,t remember even having been to France. He told me that I had been in the war and that I was on my way home. I couldn't recall any place as being home. Finally he concluded that I had lost my memory completely. They showed me pictures of the warg they had other soldiers talk to meg they did everything possible to bring me out of my state of aphasia. It was useless. After holding me in New York for a while, they let me go, as my health was good and my mind was normal in every other way. I took this train, for no reason at all. I don't know where I,m goingf' Doctor Pierce responded thoughtfully. You are only one of the hundreds of victims, Philip. The war works her destruction in many ways -this is one of the most common. However, you are young and perhaps you will recover in a short time. Now, since you have no particular destination, I want you to get off at the next station and come home with me. I shall be delighted to have company, I live alone. We can find work for you in townf, 52 Philip protested in vain. The doctor insisted. They both alighted at Riverton, Philip grateful and happy to have a companion, Doctor Pierce, smiling with the contentment which goodness brings forth. Say, ain't that the doctor over there now?,' cried Mrs. Gabber, ex- ultantly to her two cronies. Yep, jest like I thought. Wal, I,m jest going to march right over to ask him who is this new fella, Playdonf, I'll go with you, Mrs. Gabber. I'm not nosey, but I think it's up to the women of this community to look out fer its young people. Him getting that good position at Smith,s store, too, put in old Miss Rippem, one of Riverton's superfluous old maids. uHumph, when I was countin' on that job fer my Willie. D'ya know they say thet boy was in the war? But never a word about it. One day I sez to him, kinda off-hand-like, 'So you was over fighting Germans., He sez, 'Yes'. Not another word. Can you beat thatP', questioned Mrs. Mc- Snip, as they approached the doctor. A'Good-afternoon, ladies. Lovely day, isn't it?,' 'AYes, indeedy. Too nice to work. We were jest noticing the new boy over at Smith,s. He,s working so hard. The poor lad. Has he no folks? Not that I know of, answered the doctor, complacently. Everyone well at home?,' K'Yes. But, refusing to be diverted, 'Kwhere does he come from? Is he planning on staying here? Was he in the war? HI don't know where he comes from, he is staying indefinitely. He was in the war. Well, I'll have to be going. Good-byef, Aha, there is something queer about him. Even Doctor Pierce wonit let on. And d'ya know that he walked Virginia Conway home from the church meeting last night? Iest imagine her mother allowing that. Why, sheis the best-looking girl around here. Nice, too. He might be one of these gangsters from N'Yawk, suspected the elderly Miss Rippem. K'Or an escaped convict. He looks sorta desperate, at times. Another funny thing he does is stand in front of Miss Wynneys house and gape at it fer about five minutes every day. Wal, I can't Egger him out. I'll be going along now, don,t wanta miss seeing him tonight at Miss Wynneis. He might do something drastic any timef' Time flew by for Doctor Pierce and Philip. Both were busy. The physician had resumed his practice, and Philip was busy in his new work. One night, as they sat on the porch smoking, the young man said to the doctor: i'There,s something Iid like to speak to you about. It,s Virginiaf' 'iAbout time, young fellow. I was wondering when you were going to get a move on,', answered the friend, with a twinkle in his eye. No, Iim not joking. I really do want to marry her, but it doesn't seem fair to her that she should have a man who knows nothing of his past for a husband. Iive spoken to her, and she is willing to accept me. However, I feel unfair toward herf' If it's not worrying her, then don,t let it bother you. Let me con- gratulate you. Sheis a lovely girl. Now let's go over and go through Miss Wynne,s house. She's away just now, but I secured the key from the caretaker. Miss Wynne is one of my best patients, that is, one of the steadiest-always ailing. I'm sure she won't mind our intrusion. 53 'Tm very eager to see it, put in Philip. I've gazed at it so much. Something about it is familiar-the only thing in the world which is.', They approached the house and went in. It was furnished beautifully. The furniture was, to a great extent, costly antiques. One seemed to step back into the past as he crossed the threshold. This woman has had this home handed down to her, I suppose. Probably been in the family for generationsf, Philip mused. HNO, she bought the house, as it is now, all furnished, from another woman who had lived here all her life. Her husband died and left her with a seven-year old boy to support. She had lost money somehow. I forget her name. Let's go into this room. It's a miniature picture-gallery. Iust look at that row of pictures. Here's a pretty one. Why-what is it, Philip?w he cried, for the boy had torn the picture from his hands and was staring at it frantically. 'KMy motherlu he whispered in a hoarse voice. f'This is her wedding picture, the one which I have always loved. Where is she? Ah, doctor, I can remember. This was our home, I was the seven-year-old son. But where did we go to? The doctor knew a crisis was at hand. He urged the boy to try to concentrate. Philip remained immovable for some minutes, holding the picture with trembling hands. Then he spoke. Dorfield. I,d know our house now. A little white cottage with a Wisteria vine on the porch. Let's hurry. I've got to see her. The reason I never mentioned her in the hos- pital was because I had quarreled with her over entering the war. How many tortured nights I spent worrying about herf' Both men were shaking with excitement. Dorfield was only about ten miles from Riverton. They hurried back to get the doctor,s car, met Virginia on the way, and in a few incoherent gasps they told her the news. She insisted on accompanying them. In a short while they arrived at the house, which Philip had directed them to with uncanny certainty. He bounded up the walk before the others. 'IAh, God, don,t let him be mistaken, whispered Doctor Pierce. He and Virginia just gained the porch in time to see their friend run towards a little old lady seated near the window, clasp her in his arms and murmur over and over again, Mother. They softly tip-toed from the doorway, leaving mother and son alone. UI-Iow good He is, muttered the doctor reverently. How infinitely good. Anne Hope, '3l. HAIL STONES AGAINST CANVAS The intermittent staccato of hail stones striking canvas tent Hies, accompanied by a constant, low rumbling made by the stones rolling off to the ground, was unknown to me until last summer. The intensity of the noise itself is very annoying. The tapping may be likened to the drip- ping of water from a leaky faucet-multiplied an infinite number of times. Occasionally a stone comes against the canvas with such force that one wonders it doesn't burst through. It is diflicult to become accustomed to such a sharp and unsteady sound. Frances Griswold, '31, 54 SHEEP As the pale light of dawn broke through the dripping fog of Pine Flats, the gray forms of restless sheep could be seen moving about in the brush corral. Very soon the presence of human life was shown by the twisting curl of white smoke which rose from the small stone fireplace in front of the sheep herder's tent. Squatting before the fire, Dan, the sheep herder, was cooking his morning meal of sow-belly and coffee, which, with a piece of hard sour- dough biscuit, comprised the menu. From all outward appearances, Dan looked like any other sheep herder of Wyoming. He was garbed in the usual high-heeled boots, blue faded jeans with a heavy plaid shirt, and calf- skin vest. To those who rarely got a closer glimpse of Dan, there was something about him which they would never forget. Beneath his black beard, a long livid scar ran from the corner of his mouth to his ear. His shaggy hair stuck out underneath a battered sombrero. As Gyp, the half-starved shepherd dog came near the fire, Dan cursed and threw a stick of burning wood which sent the poor dog fleeing in terror. Sheep, nothing but sheep! I reckon I'll go on the prod if I don't get a change in scenery pronto. You have to look after these sheep like you would a bunch of kids. 'KHowdy, pardl Dan almost dropped the frying pan in the fire as the stranger spoke. His right hand moved until it rested above his pocket, which was con- spicuous by the bulge of an automatic. The stranger, noticing Dan's suspicious stare and hostile attitude, tried to apologize for his unexpected appearance. Sorry I came upon you so sudden-like, but I saw your Hre from the divide and thought I would drop around and say hello. Dan eyed the stranger. He noticed his new outfit, his soft hands, and his smooth, shaven face. The face was not a weak one, however. The jaw stuck out in a most challenging manner, and the eyes were un- flinching as they took in the details of the camp. Well, next time ya go prowlin' around a man's camp, announce y'self or yer liable ta get plugged. 'KYou can see I'm unarmed, so I guess I'm harmless. Sure is a pretty country here. I love the mountains-gosh, there's some sheep. I always liked sheepf' A sudden gleam came into Danis eyes. His attitude toward the stranger changed. HA tenderfoot, eh? Sit down an, have some coffee. Where do ya hail from? 'KWhy-er--I hiked over from Gary, going no place in particular. You see, I've been staying there for some timef' 'KSay, how would you like my job herdin' sheep? I got word the other day that my poor old mother is pretty sick, and I'd shore like to see herf, Why, that would be great, but would it be all right with your boss?,' Shore, I told him I expected to leave. The pack horses will be here in a couple of days with plenty oi grub, then you tell 'em I left. Herdin' 55 sheep is easy. All ya gotta do is take 'em out in the mornin, an let ,em graze. You followthem until dusk and then drive 'em back and put ,em in the corral. The dog,ll take care of the strays. Itls easyf, Gee, Iid like it fine. Youire sure it would be all right?,' Sure, I'11 leave you half the grub 'cause the pack animals may be a little late in gettin, here. By the way, stranger, whatis your name? Mine is Benson-Dan Bensonf, Oh, just call me Bob. Well, I reckon as how I better be gettin, along. I got to see my old motherf, Dan hastily made his pack, and with a word of farewell set out down the canyon. Bob watched him until he was out of sight. There was a look of suspicion in Bobis eyes. I hope this job turns out all rightf' he said. 'AI sure like this coun- try. He mentioned a dogg I wonder where he isf' After much calling and whistling, Gyp came into view, his tail be- tween his legs, a look of fright in his eyes. After much coaxing, Bob managed to gain the dogis confidence. Gyp seemed to understand that this man was his friend. He wagged his tail, and, after a meal, the iirsr in many days, he looked like a diFrerent dog from the one Dan had known. That day Bob had little trouble with the sheep. He let them out of the Corral, and followed them to their feeding ground. He was surprised at Gypis ability to round up and drive the sheep. The pair got along very well, Bob sharing his dinner with the dog. Gyp seemed to thank him by barking and wagging his tail. His heart was starved for friendship. Wherever Bob went, Gyp was close upon his heels, except when some stray needed his attention. Bob worked for almost a week at his new job. He was the picture of contentment. He was worried because the supplies did not arrive, but Dan had said they might be late, so there was nothing to be alarmed about. Bob was sitting beside the fire, smoking his pipe, when suddenly Gyp stuck up his ears and began to growl. Presently Bob heard it too. The sound of horses' hoofsl Throwing some wood on the fire, he hailed the riders as they came in sight. Put up your hands, you skunk. I guess we got you at last,', said one of the strangers, a heavy-set man with a star pinned on his vest. Bob was dumbfounded. He found himself looking into the barrel of a revolver. Say, what's the joke? Put the gun away, I am unarmedf' Yeah? Whereis the gun you shot poor old Paddy with? Keep 'em up or Iill drill ya. Search him, Shortyf, Shorty, the deputy sheriff, dismounted and frisked Bobis clothing. Finding no weapon, he looked disappointed. I-Ie's right, chief-no gun, but here's a wallet with some papers in it. Maybe we can find out who he isf, Gyp began to growl, the hair standing up on his back. He was about to lunge at Shorty when Bob spoke to him. Steady, Gyp. They got me wrong. Itis going to be all right. Lie down! Now, Sheriff, tell me what's wrong. 56 Now, son, you look like a pretty decent fellow, but don't tell me you didnit rob the bank in Galupg and when you were making your get- away, you ran into Old Paddy, the sheep herder. For some reason, you shot him in cold blood. Then you took up your position here, thinking yourself safe from the law. Now, wherefs the gun, where's the money, and why did you kill old Paddy? We found him down in Snake Gulch where you left him for the buzzards. You sure covered your trail mighty care- ful. Letis see that wallet, Shorty! Well, well, I guess it's a clear case against you, son. So you've been in the State Prison at Gary, eh? Bob stood stricken. It was true he had been in prison, but hadn't his enemies railroaded him in? 'fPlease, Sheriff, let me explain how I happened to be heref' 'fWell, all right. I have to wait for the coroner, anyway. A bedtime story wonit hurt me none, I reckon. I've heard some pretty ones in my day-go ahead, sonf, So Bob told his story. When he mentioned Dan's scar, he thought he saw the Sheriff jump. When at last he finished, the three sat in silence, watching the fire. K'Does the description remind you of anybody, Shorty? That scar shore reminds me of Scarface Bensonf, Me, too, but Benson hasn't been heard of in these parts for years, so I guess thereis some mistake. Well, let's roll up and get some shut-eye. We gotta hit the trail for town tomorrow 'cause I guess the coroner went back to town. Now don't try any foolish move, son, because I sleep with one eye openf, The Sheriff and deputy dropped off to sleep in a short while, but there was no sleep for Bob. His mood changed from sadness to hate, and finally to despair. Toward morning, his mind was relieved by a sound sleep. When he awoke, the Sheriff was saddling the horses, while Shorty pre- pared the breakfast. With the rising of the sun and the odor of coffee, Bobls spirits rose somewhat. 'lWell, Shortyf' said the Sheriff, HI reckon you'll have to stay here and herd the sheep for a couple o' days, till I send up another herder. K'Listen, Sheriff, have a heart. The boys would never stop kidding me if I stayed here with those critters. 'LCan,t help it. We've only got two horses, so you stay heref' Soon the pair were making their way down the canyon toward town. It was a painful trip for Bob, who was not used to riding horses. The Sheriff laughed and showed him how to sit to relieve the bouncing. Iust before noon, they entered Galup. It was like many other Western towns which Bob had seen. Saloons, general store, and post office, blacksmith shop, and there at the end of the street was a square, stone building- his destiny. As they stopped before the hitch rack in front of the jail a group of loungers gathered. Well, I see ya got iim, Sheriff-good work. I reckon hefll be stretchin' rope before long. Serves ,im right-Paddy never hurt no- Shut upf' growled Sheriff Blake. As the pair entered the office, the coroner rose to meet them. 57 HI-Iowdy, Sheriff. Sorry I couldn't get over to your camp last night, but I was called back to town on another case. What, another killingP,' No, not quite, but this guy-he's in the other room there, tried to steal one of old man Dunhamfs horses, and the old man plugged him. I-Ie piled him in the buckboard and brought him to town. The doctor was out on another case, so I brought him in here and fixed him up. I guess he's about done for. You better see him. All right, I'll sec him as soon as I put my prisoner in the cell. Being behind bars was nothing new to Bob, he had spent hve years in the State Prison for robbery-at least that is what they had charged him with. As the Sheriff opened the door to the side room where the wounded man lay, he saw before him on the bed, a large man with a bearded face and black, bushy hair. What startled him, however, was a long, ugly scar which started at the mouth and ended just below the ear. 'AWell, Iill be -ln said the Sheriff. At his words, the wounded man turned his head and asked for water. After giving the man a drink, Sheriff Blake noticed the man's eyes open. 'AI guess Ifm done for, Sheriff. My head feels light-that d- buckshot shot all my blood out, I guess. Say, Sheriff, did you get that kid? '6Yeah, we got 'im. I guess hefll hang for murderin, old Paddy. No, turn him loose. I was a rat for doing it, but it was gonna be my last job, and I had to get away. I needed money to buy a ranch. That old sheep herder saw the bank notes an' I had ta plug 'im. Gee, it was a dandy ranch too, Sheriff. Good cattle, a little white house with Howers, big trees-i' Danfs head dropped limply on the pillow. His eyes closed in a happy dream of the ranch he had stolen and murdered for. Sheriff Blake slowly rose and went into the ofHce. 'KI reckon I shore made a bad mistake. It might 0' been worse, too. Say, let that kid out will ya? I-Iere's the keyf' When Bob stood in the office before the Sheriff, he was smiling in great relief. '4Oh, that's O. K., Sheriff. You were only doing your duty. Say, do you suppose I can get that job again? I mean really get it this time?,' K'Well, now you might ask the owner about that, Betty Smiley-not bad to look at either, son. I hear sheis lookin' for a partner, too, he added, winking at the coroner. Why-er-thanks, Sheriff. Say, could I borrow your razor for a minute? Leslie Comstock, '3l. A STORM AT SEA The angry black waves dashed high against each other as if to break down a watery fortress. The thunder rolled ominously while vivid flashes of lightning flickered threateningly across the sky. Tiny ships, tossing like empty bottles, were revealed by the lightning. It seemed as if the gods, Thor and Neptune, were waging a mighty war on a heaving battlefield. Ruth Manville. 58 MISS BARBARA Barbara Greenwood looked out across the meadows and noted the young greenness of a wintry Spring. Standing in the center of the room she saw the meadows, the bare trees, the strip of mountain just touching the sky. It was all novel to her. She looked through the window at just plain land and a clear sky in place of tall buildings and a smoke-filled atmosphere. On this April day the southwest wind moved the branches of the bare trees. The sudden sunshine would cause the dripping trees to glisten, and a sudden shadow across the sun would turn the trees black. Miraculousl Barbara was strangely moved. Never had she been a witness to any- thing so beautiful in nature. She, Barbara Greenwood, who had observed all phases of life, who had assisted the most poverty-stricken people, had witnessed the crises of many lives. She, a victim to all this, had never before been so utterly astounded. Somewhere in the unseen, she was aware of a presence, a new presence. Something was happening within that Hrm, round body standing so still. She found herself making a synopsis of her past life. Nine years ago, the life which she was now leading had begun. Her new life had begun when her father's had ended. She remembered how her father's moist hand had clasped her own, his deep blue eyes gazing lovingly into hers. And the story he had told her. Briefly he had related to her the story of his life. He had been a tramp, roaming the streets in search of food and a comfortable door step. The contempt he had shown for people who walked solemnly to church with their Bibles tucked under their arms. And finally he had told her how the turning point in his life had been caused by a mere dare, a wager to attend a mission meeting. He had en- tered that mission-a tramp, and had made his exit-a man. He had listened with surly attitude to the stories that men had told of their lives. He confessed he had no faith in God. Then he had been converted. God had pulled him to the surface and had shown him the straight and narrow way. She repeated slowly his dying words- Babs, carry on for me. Help God drag those poor devils out of their rut. Remember always when, if you do come in contact with any of them, that your own father was once one of them. Babs, carry on for God-fl Yes, she had carried on as best she knew, she had become a missionary worker. She was confident in her work. But she was not confident of one thing-her faith in God. Back once more in the little room above the mission, Barbara lay thinking. Since that morning two days ago, in the country, she had been thinking. She was like a child waked from a bad dream, or like a starred mirror, a surface cracked but not broken. One dreadful realization lay heavily upon her heart. Was she a hypocrite? She believed in God, but she could not find his presence. It couldnlt be possible that she was a hypocrite. She lay cool and impassive. Babs, Babsf' the door opened upon a tall, blonde girl, with rosy complexion and laughing brown eyes. g'Mrs. Mason wants to see you, Babsf, Ioan Riche, Bab's closest friend, came and sat on the foot of the bed. 'LWell, Miss Barbara, did you enjoy your visit at Mrs. Mason's sister's? Very much. The country is lovely. 59 First time you've been to the country, Babs?,' Yes, It does something to you, all that nature- Barbara pushed back the covers and bounded out of bed and across the room to the little washstand. The folks at the mission missed you, dear. Everyone was asking for Miss Barbara, itls rather empty without you, Babs. Mrs. Mason's wonderful, but somehow, with you sitting there among those poor people, praying, and singing with them, it makes God feel nearer. You have that something about you. Babs, it's like a halo around your headf, Barbara's face was covered with a towel, she was rubbing vigorously. Ioan sat talking while Barbara dressed. When she had completed her toilet, she seated herself on the bed beside her friend. Ioan, I want to ask you a questionf, Yes, Babsf' Who do you think influences our mission-not only our mission but any mission, anywhere?', Ioan was speechless. K'Will you answer? Why Babs, my dear, don't you know?,' I am not suref, God, of course, God. Why Babs, God inHuences everything every- where. Why do you ask?,' I am not sure, Ioan? Is something troubling you? Something maybe. I must go.', She rose abruptly and went down the stairs to Mrs. Masonls little room. She entered that room with shoulders erect and a faint smile of determination upon her lips. After an hourls interview with that tall, gray-haired woman, Mrs. Mason, Barbara once more passed through the door. The smile of determination had turned to an expression of utter despair. Her erect shoulders stooped slightly. She went directly to her room and there, lying on her bed, she tried to think. She had been assigned a task that directly coincided with the realization that had come to her on that fateful day in the country. A man had come to the mission for help. He had faith in God but could not feel his presence, doubted his divinity, and she, in the exact situation, was to aid him. The usual evening service had started with a hymn. At the close of the hymn everyone knelt while Mrs. Mason led in prayer. Barbara knelt at the rear of the room, near the door. the power and glory for- ever-Amenf, The door beside Barbara opened softly. She glanced up at a tall, well-dressed man, who stood, hat in hand, watching the gray head of Mrs. Mason as it was slowly raised. Barbara rose, she was within an arm's distance of the man. She studied his face. The high fore- head topped with a mass of blonde hair, a Very firm chin, and a straight nose. She wondered-this man-was it he whom she had been asked to help find Godls presence. He had fine, strong features-surely, she thought, not the face of a weak man. At that moment he became aware of those blue eyes penetrating his soul. He turned and looked straight into that solemn little face. Her eyes remained fixed for a moment and then turned away. Barbara had found where the weakness of his character was perceptible. When his brown eyes had looked into hers. The ex- pression-she was greatly disturbed-his eyes were not pleading-not shy -no-she couldnat explain. 60 The piano played another hymn, and the people joined in. He knew the hymn, and he, too, sang. During the hymn, she was conscious of his eyes upon her. She felt herself grow red and then white. Any num- ber of young men had looked at her during a hymn and she had always displayed her equanimity, turning occasionally to smile up at them. But now Barbara kept her eyes fastened on Mrs. Mason's smiling face. She was trying to originate a method of approaching this man. She was conscious of a gap in her character, and she was realizing gradually, how much she was in need of a firm brace. The hymn ended and some people gathered in groups, while others helped themselves to refreshments. Barbara turned to the young man who was standing beside her. 'KGood evening, we are glad to have a new member at our evening service. HI am glad to be a member. He was pleasant, but reserved. 'KI am Barbara Greenwood, a helper in Mrs. Masonls mission. 'KYesg oh-you are the Miss Barbara I've heard about who has been helping so many people. She did not answer. I am Fred Montague. He was serious and somewhat fascinated by this little person who had in a few Words broken down his reserve and stepped firmly into his con- sciousness. 'gLet us sit down over heref, He followed her to a deserted corner, and sat down beside her. She did not speak, as he had expected. In fact he had dreaded one thing about entering a mission, iust what he was now all ready for-being cornered by a worker who talked about courage and trouble, and God. He was almost disappointed with her silence. Barbara had obviously forgotten the man beside her. For she sat staring straight before her. He studied the clouded face, and all at once he realized that she was not thinking of him-but of some trouble evidently a part of her. He was seized with a desire to help her. He must. It was his turn to break her reserve and step into her soul. Something is troubling you. May I help? She turned and looked steadily into his earnest face. She was enchanted by his kindly expression and those smiling brown eyes. There is something, yes. Itls about mef' She was in earnest, and so was he. Tell me, Miss Barbara. uMy mother I never knew, my father was both parents to me. Nine years ago my father died, but before his- she stopped abruptly and looked at him. But why am I telling you all this? You are here for me to help youf, 'LWe need each other, Miss Barbara, I knew it the moment I saw youf' She smiled and continued her story. She had found the brace. Three months later Fred and Barbara were spinning along a deserted highway. The moon was up, and the warm breeze whipped against their faces. Rounding a bend in the road, Fred stopped the car. They sat close and watched the moon Hoating aimlessly through the black sky. Barbara, do you know what I am thinking? She shook her head. Why canit we Find our faith in God, feel his presence? She did not answer. Barbara, what is lacking? It can't be our friendship, unless- 61 No, Fred, it's not our friendship, it's something greater-yes, I feel it too. It seems to be closing in on us.', There are two things I want. I want to find G0d,s presence, and I want you to be my wifef, Fred, I, too, want to find God's presence, and I- Barbara-we will find Him together, dearf' And the moon drifted behind a cloud. Two years later, Barbara was waked by the rain beating in at the window. She slipped into a robe and closed the window. Then she stole noiselessly across the room and went to the nursery door. She opened it and quietly slipped into the room and stood by the little crib, looking down on the sleeping child. A smile played about her lips, and tears filled her eyes. She turned and went out, returning a few moments later with Fred close behind her. Together they stood over the sleeping child. 'KBabs, we have found our faith in God. His presence fills our home. He is watching, protecting, sharing our joys and sorrows. We only needed something sweet and pure, and holy like God, near us. Something to fight for. Iust you having me, and I having you, that wasn,t quite enough. We had to have something together. And now God has come, not to guide the beginning of one life but the beginning of threef' Alice Landeen, '31. THE SCHOOL RADIO This year the High School received a very helpful and enjoyable gift from the faculty, a radio. Although we have had it only a few months, the new radio has already established itself as a definite factor in our cur- riculum. Instruction by radio has been proven beneficial because the students are able to hear the famous authors, statesmen, musicians, and educationalists whose works they study. This stimulates the urge to learn more about their compositions. They realize the part which these people play in our world of today, and when one wakes up to the fact that a certain eminent scientist is really alive and human, within hearing, it is not difficult to study his discoveries. Our radiowas first introduced to us at an assembly. We listened to the first of a series of educational lectures broadcast for the benefit of Connecticut high schools. This talk was given by Mr. Butterfield. We next heard the radio in Home Economics class. Tested recipes, menus and cookery helps, were enjoyed by the girls. The history classes listened to political leaders give their opinions and reasons for such on important questions of the day. The music department has especially appreciated this gift. Every week they have listened to a course in music which is being offered by a well-known orchestra. The Radio Club in the school has used the faculty donation for their experiments in broadcasting. Still, the possibilities of the radio in the field of instruction have but been tapped as yet. What a wealth of pleasant learning is open to the students of Wethersfield High School! 62 MOPEY DICK In the humble feighteen-roomj abode of Ionah X. Mariner, the heir apparent of the Mariner Bunghole Manufacturing Company, Dick Mariner was performing queer gyrations. Deep down in the wine cellars where he was safe fat least he thought soj from all interruption, he struck a queer fhe called it nauticalj pose. He then banished a bottle of old Bur- gundy and yodled, Yo ho, my lads. Man the rowboats-I mean the lifeboats. Avast, or I'll stow you down with this belaying pin.', He then took a couple of man-like strides toward the railing of the stairway, crossed his arms, and surveyed the rolling ocean, which con- sisted of an expanse of empty wooden cases. A polite cough broke the ominous silence. Ahem!I' The admiral spun around, saw Billings, the second butler, and, looking quite crestfallen, said: Oh, hello, Billings. Came down here to rehearse for a playf' Very good, sir. I might say, sir, that your mother has been inquir- ing as to where you aref' K'She is? Well, something's upf' i'Most likely, sir. Five minutes later, Mrs. I. Xerxes Mariner was inspecting her pride and joy with an eye that spelled disaster. Where have you been, Richard? I have been wanting to speak to you all afternoon. 'iWell, mother, that makes the feeling mutual. I've been wanting to speak to you. You see I'm a little short of money and-I' Your father and I have decided to send you away to school. O. K., mother. I'd like to go to-I' Youlre going to Benchley Acres, in Stuyvesant, New York. Oh gee, mater, a lot of mollycoddles go- Youill leave next Saturday. That will be all for now, Richard. Good night. Having pronounced her sonls fate, Mrs. I. Xerxes Mariner sailed from the room. Dick scowled beautifully at an Oriental rug, gnashed his teeth fbiting his tonguej and hissed: I won't go to Batchler Farms or whatever itls called. I'11 do some- thing desperate. I'I1 go out in the garden and eat worms. No, I guess I won't, though. They tickle on the way down. I know-I'll run away to sea. Several days later this daunrless youth alighted from a train in Boston. In his pockets reposed the paltry sum of seventy-five dollars, all that he could raise on short notice. Swaggering down the street in his best nautical gait, he was soon spotted by a gentleman considerably down in the heels. Hey, buddy! Got a dime on yerP7' No, my good man. Run alongf' lake the Dip eyed a slight bulge in Dickis pocket, then suddenly tripped and sprawled against him. 63 ar an it Beg yer pardon, pal. Scuse me. It was all right then, but a few minutes later Dick made an astounding discovery. Somehow and somewhere he had lost his all. This loss dis- mayed him somewhat as he stood thinking. At last, the fact dawned upon him that he must sign up for a voyage on some ship. Several hours passed before a weary boy stumbled upon an old fish dock. Far out in the harbour, he saw the snowy white canvas of a sailing vessel at anchor. Coming from it was a boatload of men. He waited impatiently until it reached the dock, then he addressed one of the burly bruisers in it. Sir, do you think that I could get a job-I mean sign up on that boat?,' The tar looked him over, ejected a stream of tobacco juice, and drawled, W-a-all, bub, Cap'n needs a cabin boy. You hang around till we come back, and we'll bring you out. L'All right, sirf, After they had gone, Dick reflected, I donit believe he was even a sailor. He didn't say 'shiver my timbers, once. Some hours later Richard Mariner, scion of a long line of Mariners, was waked by the sound of voices. The band of men was returning, riotously inebriated. Dick slipped up to the same sailor he had spoken to before. Here I am, sir. 'iWush zhat? Yesh! Ats right. Palshl Want yuh to meet Misher- Richard Mariner, Sirf' Misher Rishard Marareer. Few friends uh mine. Each of the gentlemen fall of them worse for weary was formally introduced. Then, pulling Dick along, they fell into the boat that was tied to the dock. After they had rowed for some ten minutes without getting very far, Dick ventured to tell them that they had neglected to loosen the rope which tied them to the dock. One hour and a half later, after rowing past the ship three times, they finally bumped into it. Dick was then led by his new-found friend to the captain. They entered the captain's cabin and saw a tiny, delicate appearing man looking at a map. At the sound of their entrance, the captain looked up and out of his frail structure a loud bass voice resounded: Well, Rockey! What are you doing here drunk? And who's that punk with you? Beg pardon, capin. Not intox-intox-not drunk a bit. This ish- All right. That's enough. Get below to your galley. And I sup- pose you want to sign up as an able Seaman? Yes, sir. Know anything about the sea?,' Yes, sir. Can you box the compass? Well, I own a pair of boxing gloves, sir. One of these wise-acres, arenyt you. uSir?H All right, kid, I'1l sign you. You'll be I'ifth'assistant cabin boy. 64 Yes, sir. t'Now, stow the gob and get below to the galleyf, Dick got , Before going any further, it might be wise to give a brief history of Captain Zeke,' Fischize. Born of rich but honest parents fat least fairly honestj, he was forced to earn his own living after his father developed lead poisoning from muscleing', in out of his own territory. Zeke being a smart young man soon secured a job as chief elevator boy in a hotel in the city of shots and booze, Chicago. Later he moved to New York, where he took command of the tugboat Hercules,, and had the arduous duty of towing garbage scows out of New York harbor. Being accused of graft in his work, he rose to a higher position and finally was made captain of the schooner Demockracy , engaged in bringing beverages to the thirsty elite. But to return to our hero, Dick. The ship was just nosing out of the protecting Boston harbour. Now Dick was getting a taste of the sea. He had heard before that when one goes to sea, the general atmosphere brings out the best in him. Now he agreed thoroughly. We see Dick tearfully removing the outer robes of an onion while listening gloomily to Rocky Fellows narrate: 'IW-a-all, Dick, then I resigned. Later I became chief cook in a large drug store. When I think of the luscious sandwiches and meals that I used to make- Glugl Dick suddenly left the galley. In a few days Dick had become enough of a sailor to bring a cup of coffee to the captain without spilling more than two-thirds of it. During his fifth day on the rolling deep, Dick was thinking over his lot in life. After he had washed all the pans and dishes in the galley, cleaned the stove, washed the floor of the captain's cabin, painted the refrigerator, mended the matels torn coat, and had peeled two pecks of potatoes, his time was his own until an hour and a half before the noontime mess. Now he had finished these few minor duties and had nothing to do for almost five minutes. Should he practice the sailoris hornpipe, go up on deck to look for pirates or whales, or try to snatch a short nap? To be utterly truthful, Dick was having difficulty in getting to sleep for any length of time. He slept in the bunk underneath the cook, and the cook, although he maintained that he had insomnia, seemed to be able to fall into the arms of Morpheus quite easily. Then while indulging in that common habit, sleep, he breathed quite strenuously through his nose. Net result was a sound combining an elephant's roar and a lonely dog's howl. Then, too, Dick, when he did get to sleep, seemed to be able to wake up every time the bells were struck. Since they were struck every half hour, it was rather annoying. Dick sighed mournfully as he thought of his misfortune. Then he decided to sleep until called by the cook. But alas, he had thought too long. The ship's gong struck six bells, and his work had begun again. Dick was beginning to wonder if he liked the sea very well. He certainly didn,t enjoy the food after seeing the cook prepare it. The amount of time that he slept was negligible, so that wasn't an attraction. Of course, there was always a chance for promotion. If he took six more 65 cruises, he would be promoted to the position of fourth assistant cabin boy. Then, too, the captain might reward him handsomely if he accom- plished some noteworthy task. Suppose he should sight a whale. The market for whales ought to be pretty good. Dick decided to watch for whales during his spare time. During the night another incident happened that slightly soured his opinion of the sea. For various reasons fpreviously mentionedj Dick was unable to sleep at all. Sighing disgustedly, he climbed on deck, deter- mined to stand by the rail and watch for whales. He had been looking over the water for some time when he noticed a dark shape appear some distance away. He watched it closely. Oh! It was a whale. Listen to it whistle as it blew. Thar she blowsf' whispered Dick to himself. Here was his chance. He must wake the crew so that they might capture the prize, Making a megaphone of his hands he bellowed: Whale ho! Whale ho! He had hardly stopped calling when the deck seemed to swarm with men. The captain dashed up, holding an old riHe and looking rather ridiculous in his trailing nightshirt. K'What is it? 'IWhale on port side, sir. Thar she isf' as A whale? Why you --! Of all the Mopey Dicks, you're the -T one I ever sawfl Why, what's the matter, captain?,' 4: What do I care about a whale? And what's more, that isn't a whale. That,s Sporney's Reef, with a whistling buoy on itf, Then the captain loosened his tongue and taught Dick an entirely new vocabulary. Strange to say, the members of the crew likewise didn't seem very friendly toward him. The next morning the A'Demockracy,' nosed into a small European port. Dick, resolved to live down his disgrace, was given shore leave. The truth is that the captain was glad to get rid of him for awhile. As Dick stepped from the whaleboat onto the dock, he received a surprising shock. There stood a veritable dreadnaught in the shape of Mrs. Xerxes Mariner and behind her was the pompous Ionah X. Mariner. While Dick stood there transfixed, he heard: Well, Richard, I thought that I should Hnd you here. You ungrate- ful boyl Here I've been worrying myself thin about you, and you stand there gaping at me. Your father will attend to you. Xerxes, I want you to chastise Richardf' i'Well, Dick, did you enjoy yourself?,' Dick replied with growing confidence: Oh, Dad! Of course we sailors lead a hard existence, and it's only meant for the strong-but it's a great lifef, We,ll omit Dick's further speeches and leave all parties concerned happy. Dick relieved Csecretlyj that he is through with the sea, Mr. and Mrs. Mariner glad that their son is safe, and, lastly, Captain Fischize secure in the knowledge that he has seen the last of Dick. Alberl Baslqerzfille, '3l. 66 INTERFERENCE Oh, Stew, isn't it marvelous? Iust think, darling, we're alone in our own cozy little home. Donft you love it?', Yes, Sue dear, we're going to be so happy here together, you and I and maybe--. Come, let's look around a bit more. My, this kitchen is lovely. I'm sure I won't mind doing the work and cooking here. But-Stew, you know I havenit had much experience at doing the housework, especially the cooking. Your mother would never let me cook. She said I couldnit do it well enough. Oh, if I only could have cooked one thing each day of the six months we lived with your folks! You won't scold if my cook- ing isnft so good at first, will you, Stew? You needn't worry about that. If I get something to eat, I'11 be thankful--even if it's burned. It will be so good to sit down at the table and talk to each other without having some one continually listeningf, MAnd we can arrange every last object, from the smallest to the largest in the house, just exactly the way we want it. Of course, your folks were awfully nice, but they seemed to forget that they were young once and used to like to do things their way. Yes, siree, we can even have the rocking chair where the straight back belongs. It's so good. I canit believe that we're alone in our own home. It must be a dream. Pinch me. Ouchl No, l'm not asleep. It isn't a dreamf, At this moment, Sue and Stew, who were standing near the window, looked out. 'KStew, who's that? Oh, itfs your mother, isn't it? Here she comes, right up our front walkf' 'KHeavens! We'll have to be pleasant though, Sue. The door opened and in walked Mrs. Fairfax. She was a tall, gawky person, with a stern, thin face. She seldom smiled and never laughed. 'gWell, children, she murmured in an undertone. Come in, mother,', was the only reply. Mrs. Fairfax proceeded to cross-examine each room. She started in one corner of the room and didn't stop until she had looked the room up and down, over and across, and from corner to corner. As soon as she had been through the house, she knew every piece of furniture and its exact location in the house. Poor Sue and Stew thought that she,d never stop her nagging. That chair should be over here. The ash tray Cwhich Stew had already christenedj should be cleaned. The lamp should have a brighter bulb for reading, and that magazine of cheap mystery stories should be burnedf, There was nothing for Sue and Stew to do but make changes. These having been made, all met with Mrs. Fairfax's approval, and she left, slamming the door behind her. Mrs. Fairfax never failed to pay her daily visit at the new home. In fact, it was more her new home than Sue and Stewfs. She changed, or forced Sue to change, everything so that it suited her taste. Sue and Stew gave Mr. and Mrs. Fairfax their first invitation to dinner about a month after their moving expedition. It was Sue's first ex- perience in cooking for guests. She arranged the table most attractively and hoped for the best. The guests arrived, and dinner was served. 67 Mother, will you have some carrotsP', asked Stew, who was serving. You know very well that I don,t like carrots, and you neednlt give me any peas, either. You've lived with me long enough to know my likes and dislikes, replied Mrs. Fairfax, in a hateful tone of voice. Sue was mortified. She had tried so hard to have the dinner the best, and then to be treated this way. It seemed unbearable, but at this minute, Stew was paying her a compliment on the dinner. If Stew enjoyed it, that was all that really mattered. No one could please Mrs. Fairfax, anyway. Sue had done her best, and that was enough. After dinner, the four played bridge. Mrs. Fairfax and Sue were playing against the two men. The men had gotten the bid. Sue, who hadn't played much bridge, was so afraid she would make a mistake. lt would not matter if she were playing with anyone else-but Mrs. Fair- fax! There, now she had done it. '6Sue, what were you thinking about? You trumped my trickf, Oh, did I? I'm so sorryf' K'Sorry or not sorry, we could have set the men if you hadn't done that. Sue was one happy girl when Mrs. Fairfax, a few minutes later, sug- gested to her husband that it was time they were leaving. No, they couldnlt leave too soon for Sue. Stew, who was more accustomed to his motherls ways, didn't realize how Sue had suffered, but he was glad to be alone with her again. It was after Mr. and Mrs. Fairfax had gone that Stew told Sue that he could take his vacation any time during the next two months. Stew, let's go next weekf' '6Anytime you say, dear, and the sooner the better. You ought to have a little rest. ltys been pretty hard for you to do the cooking and housekeeping when you havenlt been used to it before. All right, honey, we shall go next weekf' The next question was where to go. It did not take long to decide that. To be sure, they would leave for Bermuda. By Monday of the following week, Sue and Stew had locked up the house, told Mrs. Fairfax the keyys secret hiding place, and had started on their trip. A few days later, there was a letter in the mail for Mr. and Mrs. Fairfax. Sue and Stew were having a wonderful timef, lt was upon the arrival of this letter that Mr. and Mrs. Fairfax decided that they would take a trip, too. They would start the day after tomorrowf, There was a great rush, but not so great that Mrs. Fairfax forgot about the new home. Since she would not be around to keep an eye on things, she had to go over, dislodge the key from its place in concealment and examine the whole house to see that all was well. This being done, all was ready for the departure. They left in the early morning to be away for two weeks. At the end of their two weeks, Sue and Stew returned home. lt was mighty good to get back again, yet they had had a fine time. All seemed to be quite as they left it. Mr. and Mrs. Fairfax were not there to greet them, but there was a letter in the mail explaining their absence and giving their address. Since it was late when the newly-weds returned, it was not until the next morning that Sue went to the drawer where the silver was kept. 68 Stew, the silver's gone! It's not here! Where is it? Did you take it?U cried Sue in a tone of great excitement. s'What? The silver-gone! It can't bef' Nevertheless it was gone. The whole set of sterling silver was not to be found. Upon looking further, Sue found some of her most beautiful jewelry missing. Stew called the police, and an investigation was begun immediately. A letter telling of the robbery was sent to Stew's parents. The police could find no clues. All hope for the recovery of the valuables was lost, and a new set of silver was purchased to replace the wedding present. A day later there was a telegram for Stew, which read as follows: Dear Stewart: Will find silver and jewelry in big trunk in attic. Put it there before coming away. Always put ours there when leaving for vacation. Mother. Anna Welles, '31. THE FLAG Who can think of a more beautiful sight than that of our Hag fiying in the breeze? It seems to have a separate story for each kind of weather. On a day when there is a strong wind blowing, it is alive and vibrant. The stripes leap out and proclaim freedom, while the stars swirl into vary- ing prominence. On a stormy day, the banner seems to be battling against the odds, which are striving to tear and rip it to shreds. The Hag, whipping and snapping, sometimes snarling around its standard, always furls out into a wild sort of beauty. A Hag on a ship at sea is an especially beautiful sight. If on a sailing vessel, it is a vivid streak of color against the snow-white sails. At times, during a rough sea, the high waves seem bent on reaching our national emblem. But on a clear, perfect day, we can see our country's symbol of glory at the height of its beauty. Even a very slight breeze makes the flag straighten out into a rippling thing of beauty. The sun, shining against the stars and stripes, makes the flag almost glow in the light. Truly, Old Glory is an artistls dream at any time. A. B., ,3l. LEARN TO PLAY THE PIANO IN TWO LESSONS I was a flat tire at every party, the original wallfiower. I was the fellow who was invited as a last resort, a pinch-hitter. And then, then I read an article in a magazine about the wonderful offer of the National Music Company. It sounded impossible, learning to play the piano in two lessons. Everyone laughed at me, but I sent for your lessons. My golden opportunity. The piano player, the pep-boy of every party, was unable to come. I offered to play. They laughed heartily as I went to the piano. I heard some one say in a stage Whisper, K'Here,s where he makes a fool of himself. He doesn't know the scale from a freckle on a fish. Then I started to play, first a few strains of O Sole Mio-then bits from popular songs. The audience was dumbfounded, a deep silence settled over them-and then--then they rose in one body, and threw me out. S. T., ,3l. 69 THE STRAIGHT PATH Dust, heat, noise-the slums of New York. Ragged children play- ing with as much vigor as if it were winter, crowds of people, all national- ities- the melting pot. Drab buildings shakily towering above the streets, papers blowing down the gutters, dirty curtains in dirty windows-the East Side. Gimme that ballln You're it! Now, I didn't hit yer sister! A'How do I know vere you put your razor, Izzy? How do I know? Gwan-I' A particularly active, wiry boy about twelve years old dashed into the stuffy parlor of his home,'. Say, Ma, that Remberger guy wants the rent money. How ,er ya gonna pay ,im?', NI can,t, Iimmy. Ask him to let us have one more weekf' pleaded a slight, tired woman. All right. Iimmy had a diHicult time persuading the arrogant landlord that they would have the money in a week and that his mother would be working so that he could be sure of another month's rent. A long gray car nosed its way in between the crowds and down the twisting streets. Iimmy rushed out and crowded up to it. Hello, Mr. Granger. How are yaPU 'LHello, Iimmyf' answered a well-dressed man while waving to sev- eral children at once. He seemed to be known and liked by one and all. For this Mr. Granger had helped more than one large family, paying the rent and providing food. Perhaps Iimmy had this in mind when he called out, but he was pushed and jostled back by the mob. The week passed quickly. Friday had come and still his mother had no money, could find no work. Driven on by despair, Iimmy planned what to do during the hot, sultry night. There was only one thing to do. Mr. Svenska let him work in his store Saturdays, only Saturdays, for during this hard time they weren't taking boys for helpers. Because he trusted Iirnmy, he often left the store in his care and, well-. Iimmy hadn,t seen Mr. Granger all the rest of the week, and when he did see him, he could ask him to help pay Mr. Svenska back. He dared not reveal his plan to his mother, who he was sure would be displeased. His chance came sooner than he had expected. The store was in his charge. Naturally an honest boy, he was still troubled. L'Best way to decide is to Hip a dime, I guessf, Iimmy muttered to himself. K'Heads I dog tails I don,t.,, The coin went up and was snapped back on his wrist. Heads.,' Somehow everything wasnlt so smooth as he had expected. His mother questioned, Mr. Svenska, a rather shrewd man, was suspicious. Then came Mr. Granger, called Gib by some. He brought good news to Mrs. Brooks, Iimmy,s mother. He had heard that she needed work and had found a position for her. lust another thing Gib Granger did for people. 70 Mr. Granger, I'm worried, said Mrs. Brooks, after thanking him again and again for his kindness. I hate to bother you, but I think you can get Iimrny to tell the truth. I couldn't pay the rent and expected Mr. Remberger to put us out on the street. Evidently Iimmy obtained the money somehow and paid him. Aw, Ma, I might as well tell you because Mr. Granger is here. I took enough outa Svenskals register to pay for the rent. I thought I'd see you, Mr. Granger, and ask you to lend it to me so I could replace it. I hadn't seen ya before Saturday and we had to have the rentl Turning to Gib, Iimmy pleaded his case. HBut, Iimmy, you didn't need to do that! Take the moneyln his mother cried. UNO, Iimmy, you didn't need to do that. You could have told Rem- berger to look me up. I-Ie would have found me, I'm sure. Somehow Gib Granger settled with Mr. Svenska so that Iimrny, his mother, Gib, and Mr. Svenska were the only people who knew about it. The long gray car slid from the outskirts of the slums into a darker region. It stopped, and Gib descended into a smoky room. The buzz of talking ceased at his entrance. Here men looked up to him, but not as the children of the streets did. Gib Granger had had an unhappy beginning in life. Circumstances had made him an outcast from his home town. Easily, the next step had been the city, and how he could mix with better people. One of the worldys unfortunates, he now reigned in the underworld. Kathleen Hope, '33. THE SPOT-LITE The Spot-lite, the high school publication, has served its main purpose during the past season-that of informing the students of local school events. It has also afforded various school clubs and organizations un- limited publicity, and it cannot be doubted that the school functions have been aided to succeed by the advertising given by the Spot-lite. The Spot-lite has not limited itself to any one field of writing, for numerous special articles have appeared within its pages from time to time and the majority of these features have been humorous. The columns of this paper were never shaded with gloom, and, although there was no joke department, the editors saw to it that the issues did not lack humor. There was one important change in this yearls paper. The third page was devoted entirely to boys, and girls' sports, which were headed by an attractive cut. Club notes were also confined to the last page. Were it not for financial limitations, the Spot-lite could have been printed much larger and with much more material. There were numerous suggestions for regular departments, but since room was scarce these offers had to be turned down. However, it is sincerely hoped that next year will bring a larger paper, for special departments are a boon to any paper. The Spot-lite has successfully survived its second year of existence, and it will continue to survive. 71 RACKETEERING AS A SOCIAL PROBLEM The racketeer is the latest menace to American business and to Amer- ican welfare. His rise has been meteoric since Prohibition, his sway increasing from the beer racket in the larger cities to a blood-sucking grip on business in practically every city and large town in the United States and Canada. Starting out as a lone wolf in crime, the gangster is now linked with large crime organizations. The racketeer's work is practically negligible in contrast to the money he receives. His umuscleing in consists of finding some business of a convenient size that is doing well. He first approaches the owner and advises him to join a K'Protective Associationf' If the owner refuses, he is approached a second time and is advised a little more threateningly. If he still refuses, several days later his shop is bombed or his goods are ruined. After this happens, the owner is usually glad to join the Associa- tionw and pay his monthly dues. If at any time he should call upon the law for protection, he and his business would be doomed. Strange to say, the establishment usually prospers under this plan. The gang to whom it pays its dues keeps away other gangsters, runs other stores out of the neighborhood, and prevents new stores from opening. However, in the end, the customer pays in increased prices. The general target for racketeers is goods in transport. The drivers are beaten and sometimes killed, the tires on the trucks are slashed or punctured, and the trucks are occasionally raked with machine-gun fire. One large milk dealer who defied racketeers almost had his business ruined before he gave in and paid his tribute. Gangsters soured his milk by throwing chemicals into it. Several business concerns tried to fight gangs by sending armed guards with their drivers. The guards, however, were overpowered and the goods ruined. The cost of racketeering to the American people is amazing. In Chicago, New York, and other large American cities, various rackets have been investigated. The lowest price for protection averaged about one hundred dollars a month. The prices usually range upward in proportion to the size of the concern. To put up a large oflice building costs from one hundred thousand to two hundred thousand dollars in racket fees. One gang in New York is making about ten thousand dollars a month. In the worldis largest city, New York, it was found that there are two hun- dred and fifty industries paying duty to racketeers to the tune of one hundred million dollars a year. In Chicago, notorious for its crime, there are ninety-four rackets which cost the people of that city one hundred and thirty-six million dollars. All in all, racketeers bleed the American people of three billions of dollars each year. The gangster-racketeer now is specializing highly in his business. Most of the racketeers are either ex-detectives or ex-convicts. To an outsider, their place of business seems quite respectable. In their ofiices are books, clerks, ledgers, and all the obvious structure of a business concern. They hire the best lawyers available and pay them large sums to keep them out of legal tangles. A present member of Congress is known to have defended Al Capone recently. The Bar Association is unable to dismiss any of the lawyers that are employed by the racketeers, due to the lack of criminal evidence. These lawyers are not needed, however, unless the judge, jury, and prosecuting attorney are honest. 72 Likewise in his personal life, the racketeer seems to be respectable. He dresses well, drives a high-priced car Qusually bullet-proofj, travels extensively, is devoted to his wife and children, and is in league with the politicians of the city. The more important racketeers in the larger cities hunger for publicity and are so fond of it that they pay to see write-ups about themselves in various papers and magazines. The publicity that they do get in the millions of words and miles of film is almost entirely false ballyhoo. Most of the important racketeers have gained their high position by treachery and hold it by bribery. Some of the big criminals live in veritable nightmare of fear. An example of this is in the case of Capone's former partner, Torrio. After putting several former friends on the spot , he narrowly escaped death by machine-gun fire. Immedi- ately, he gave himself up to the police on an old charge and requested that he be put in jail for his own safety. When he was released, he and his family sailed for Europe to gain safety. Lately Prohibition has been blamed for all the evils of racketeering and crime which have beset the nation. However, while it is not re- sponsible for all the bad conditions in the country, it is indirectly responsible in some ways. Beer running and beer racket set the first examples and were the forerunner of the Uprotectionv racket. Many states are having a hard time seeing that the prohibition law is enforced and con- sequently cannot put enough time and money into downing the racketeers. Because of this, many prominent men and some newspapers maintain that the Federal government should take a hand in ending the sway of crime. Racketeers do not always confine their efforts to their rackets. Sev- eral notorious gang leaders control regular agencies for criminals. ln these agencies are professional dynamiters, gunmen, sluggers, and fire- bugs. These ruthless criminals are sometimes hired by unscrupulous business men to wreck their competitors' place of business or, if necessary, even to kill some troublesome rival. These professional thugs are also used by their chiefs as members of his bodyguard. Possibly the greatest aid to racketeering and crime in general is the political protection that is received. Several large cities in the United States have found their whole system of government to be linked with criminal activities. Racketeers spend a large sum of money in bribing the police force, the city officials, and the judges of the various courts. Several years ago the District Attorney of Chicago was found dead in a bullet-riddled car with several notorious gangsters. Al Caponeis men were believed to have done the deed in an inter-gang killing but the question was, What was the District Attorney doing there?l' At one time, Al Capone was practically driven out of Chicago into a nearby suburb, Cicero. Later on, after an election and a change of administration, Capone came back stronger than ever. Here was a case where crime retreated when the law showed its teeth. The modern criminal is many times stronger than the old-time thug. Nowadays the criminals are organized into efficient gangs under capable leaders. Even inter-gang warfare is rapidly decreasing. Practically the only criminals that are killed now by their fellow-gangsters are the squealers and the weaklings. The 1931 motto for racketeers is Bigger 73 and Better Gangs.', So far, the police have been unable to cope with the growing threat and many of the honest ones admit it. It is a problem for the coming generation to solve. The civilization of America will demand it of us in the future. Albert W. Baslqerville, ,3l. THE LOST ART I sat at the table in the far corner of the noisy, smoke-filled cafe in the slums of Italy. Tonight everyone was gay. The music, dancing, and general bantering did not appeal to me. There before me was a plate of Italian spaghetti, which had now become cold and greasy, like wet violin strings. I had tried in vain, but could not find the end of the long string which, to me, was the only starting point. Pushing my chair back, I started to rise when an old man, stooped and ragged, came up to me begging for alms. At first I ignored him, then noticing his old age and haggard condition, I gave him a dime. A faint spark of joy shone in his dull eyes as he thanked me. Sir, you have been very kind to me this night. I do not forget, you shall seef, The next night I sat in the same chair, at the same table and with the same kind of Italian spaghetti before me. Giving up in despair, I decided to sail for home where I could get a meal of hot dogs and coffee, when the old man of the night before confronted me. I have decided to tell you a great secret. Do you know who I amP', he asked me. HWhy, no. I never saw you before last night, who are you?,' 'iSh-- I am the Great Benito, once admired and envied by all Italy, the winner and permanent holder of the silver spoon for spaghetti eating. I was the champion of all Italy until I lost my teeth. Now I am a poor beggar. But I do not forget. I shall tell you my secret, the lost art, which has been in the family for years, but alas, I am the last of the Benitos. You shall soon know our secretf' He pulled from his pocket a small pair of scissors and cut the spaghetti string in half. See, it is simple. Now grasp the loose end between the thumb and forefinger of the left hand. Insert the end in your mouth and inhale quickly. See how easily it slips down. That, my boy, is the lost art of eating spaghetti. Iust inhale it.', I tried it, and found, much to my satisfaction and surprise, that it worked perfectly. I was so pleased that I gave Benito another dime and thanked him for the scissors. Benito never forgetsf, he said as he left me. The next night I sat in the same chair before the same table, and be- fore me were five empty spaghetti dishes. I was joyfully inhaling Italian spaghetti. Listening to the music and watching the dancers was a pleasure tonight. The lost art had made a new man of me. Hey, waiter, another order of Spagetlv L. Comszoclg, '31, 74 THE COWARD Tom Iones regarded his old friend intently and drawled, L'Well, Iohn, I don,t think your grandson will ever make a seaman. He's not like you. He's afraid of the water! Yes, I slpose he is. Sorta held hopes for him, though. Hels like his ma. He,s a queer turnin' fer womanish things, music, poetry, and all that stuff. Ifve done m' best to break him, but he can't be broke. He,s gawky and shy-ain't much like his Dad. The old man gazed medita- tively toward the pounding surf. Tom leaned forward. How does Ierry get along at school?U L'Wal, to tell the truth, he never tells me anything. His ma died when he was a mite of a thing. Doesn't he have any friends? i'Wal, he's got one friend. The others think he's a coward, or queer, or somethin', but Fred King sticks to him. Ierry thinks the world of him. Sort of adores him, I guess. The object of this conversation appeared at the door. Ierry Trevor was truly gawky, especially so, clad as he was in a long, wet slicker. His face was sensitive and boyish. His dark hair was rurnpled and wet. Although by no means handsome, there was something attrac- tive and fine in the shape of his hands, in the depths of his sea grey eyes. He Hushed when he saw the visitor. The sight of him brought back the old fear. Painfully muttering something concerning the weather, Ierry rushed to his room. Ierry Trevor sprawled on the bed, his hands clenched, his face buried in the pillow. Why couldn't he be like other fellows? He had never known a mother or father. Why did he fear the sea? Night after night, the dis- mal sound of the breakers rolling along the shore, haunted him. What had he to show for eighteen years of life? Ioan! Ioan! He even was in love with the girl who belonged to his best friend. She would never know. He would die Hrstl With these confused thoughts tormenting him, he sank into a troubled slumber. Dawn came, flooding Ierry's room with a rosy glow. The waves mur- mured along the beach. Ierry remembered. Today is the day when Fred is giving a boating partyf, Ioan would be there. He gazed at the ocean. How calm it looked, bathed in the pale tints of dawn. How free the white gulls as they soared over the water. A bird in a hedge nearby sang joyously and Hitted from bush to bush. It would be a nice day. Ierry washed and dressed in haste. He wanted to be out-of-doors. The room stiHed him. Once outside, he walked rapidly, his spirit absorbing the intense beau- ty and peace of early morning. The gulls dipped and turned overhead. The flowers nodded in the freshening breeze. He felt strength surge through him. He wanted to run. But people would think he was queer if they saw him out at such an early hour. He must return. 75 A group of young people gathered at the wharf. As Ierry approached, he felt suddenly shy and awkward. The sense of freedom and strength seemed to leave him in the presence of others. He did not know what to do with his hands, and for the nth time, mentally, praised the man who invented pockets. Fred King, handsome, confident, approached him. Hello, Ierry. Thought you'd never come. Gee, it looks nice for sailing, don't you think? He smiled, but his eyes were anxious. You,re not afraid, are you?,' No, Iim not. Ioan there? You bet. Wish youid get a girlf' Oh! I exist without one. Nevertheless, you,ll have to admit sheis a peach. I love her. But here we stand and hold up the party. Come and meet the rest of the crowd. Ierry noticed that his friend limped. f'Does your leg hurt much now? It's a little better. But I canit swim. Doctoris orders. That reminds me, did you bring your bathing suit? The rest of the crowd are going to take a dip. The sail boat lay glistening in the warm sunlight. With its cargo of laughing young people, it resembled a fairy ship. We shall go to Silver Sands beach. It's only ten miles away,U Fred remarked, as he took the wheel. He lifted his gaze from the compass and looked steadily into Ioan's face. Ioan, I wish you,d cheer Ierry up. He hasnit been himself lately, since that cruise on Captain Iones' schoonerf, 'iBut, Fred, Ierry seems to like staying by himself. I like him a lot, but I don't think he feels the same towards me. You are wrong there. He likes you. He doesn't like to stay by him- self either, itis just because he's so darned shy-over-sensitive. Ierry stood by himself, leaning against the mast. Ioan lightly touched his shoulder. Why so high and mighty? Don't you know that it isnit good to stay so much by yourself? Ierry colored and stared miserably at her. His heart beat painfully. He feared that she would hear it. Her presence made him feel tongue- tied, helpless. Why must she look at him so, with those soft brown eyes of hers? Didnit she know he was human. How he wanted to kiss her. She wearily pushed an obstinate lock of hair from her forehead. l'Do you think we are dangerous characters? Really, Ierry, we are quite harm- less. Perhaps you really do love loneliness, though. A genius does. You are a genius! I can never forget how you played-the music you drew from your violin on the night of the school entertainment. Everyone marvelledf' Ierry thrust his hands into his pockets, and forced himself to look at her. 'Tm not a genius. I want to be alone. His face was miserable, his voice, strange. Ioan whispered, Ierry, you are afraid of lifeln Perhaps I am, he said roughly: we all are at times. 'Tve never heard you speak like this before. 76 ss UI never havef, 'KWhy do you tell me, Ierry?,' I don't know. Leave me alone. I want to be alone, I tell you!,' Fred suddenly appeared. 'ilt looks like we are in for a squall. You both had better hunt up some slickers and while you're about it, get mine. Ierry took advantage of this and excused himself. The people in the cabin talked and laughed. They did not notice Ierry,s pale, set face. As Ierry emerged from the cabin, a wave struck the little boat broad- side. She tipped sickeninglyg water rushed over her decks. Ierry staggered toward the wheel. The old fear of the sea clutched his heart. He felt strangely sick. He noticed Lesley and Briggs standing near the bow, clinging to the ropes. Thank goodness, Ioan wasn't there. Another wave struck the boat. A torrent of water rushed over her decks. The boat buried her bow in the swirling foam. Ierry looked for Fred at the wheel. At the same moment a scream was born on the wind. The wheel was spinning helplessly. Fred-overboard! Ierry stood for a moment, white-faced, staring at the rushing waves. His friend! Somewhere out there, helpless! Ierry leapt into the waves. Striking out with long, powerful strokes, he sought the spot where he imagined Fred to be. Fred's face appeared before him, twisting with pain. God! If he could only reach him in time! The next instant Ierry held his unconscious friend in a firm grasp. A faint call came down the wind. The boat was coming. Ierry knew that his strength could not last. Out of a mist he saw hands reach out and raise Fred from his arms to safety. But those hands never reached him. A long green wave bore him smiling victoriously to his last adventure. Helen Arzdreufs, '3Z. JOHN MASEFIELD - AN APPRECIATION Iohn MHSCf1Cld,S works, above all others, are the most outstanding and characteristic poetical achievement of the twentieth century. In his many successful attempts to depict the commonplace, the ordinary circumstances of human life and nature, he has won a vast multitude of readers and admirers. As a general rule, the best poetry is not intended for the majority of people but for a select minority. These latter readers are those who have conquered the barriers of concentration and who are skilled in the in- terpretation of poetry. But Masefield, on the other hand, with his simple and clear-cut methods of word-painting, has brought within the reach of the majority of people, vivid interpretations of their own lives. Descriptions and actions and deeply felt reactions are all written in so powerful and fascinating a style that when the ordinary person proceeds to read a poem by Masefield, it is to him a mirror reflecting the struggles and triumphs of the soul. In these struggles, there is always the inevitable triumph of upright morality and the defeat and shame of immorality. On completing the reading of one of his poems one cannot help feeling himself in a rare atmosphere with great, almost unattainable things to grasp. One can descend to the everyday world only after thought and consideration as to the real meaning of the poem. Sam Bresluzf, '3l. 77 PERSEVERANCE Although Fanny was lying in bed, she could not sleep. She tossed, waved her arms, and kicked her feet, yet none of this necessarily restricted activity relieved her mind. She had caught herself thinking more than once, I'1l go crazy if something doesnit happenf, and then she had tossed the thought away as being just a dramatic childish fancy. Still, as is often the case, once something is admitted as a possibility, it con- tinues to loom large. She wondered dully how many nights in the past and how many nights in the future she could expect to pass in this way. Thoughts, thoughts-she was all wrapped up in them. I-Ier mother, her dad, and her sister-what were they to do? On and on she would think, then she would turn again, hoping to change her viewpoint by changing her position, but this was evidently as impossible as sleeping. Much later she conquered her mind, a feat which many psychologists claim easily possible, and fell asleep, but even then her turbulent mind did not rest. When she came into breakfast she was her usual quiet, con- trolled self, except for the dark rings -under her eyes, tragic eyes for one so young. Her mother and father did not notice and would not have cared if they had noticed, instead, they kept right on with their argument on a long familiar topic. Well, for pity sakes, why donlt you find work?,' shrilled Fanny's mother. Why, dearf' the gentle voice of her father droned, 'KI just canlt hnd it, the fates don't want me to workf, 'iThe fates! Why donit you face facts, and realize it is not the fates, but you who donlt want to work?,' The gentle voice was not disturbed. Well, I think it is the fates, and you think it's me, what difference does it make, dear? K'Wi1l you stop calling me 'dear'F If I was the least bit dear to you, you,d go out and get me some food. Here I am gradually dying on my feet, and you do nothing. Thus they would continue until some interruption came. Inter- ruptions usually arrived in the form of the landlady, then indeed, there would be a scene. Fanny had heard it all so much that she merely ate her scanty breakfast and hastened her wide-eyed, listening, small sister into the one other room in the hope of helping her to avoid the stirring voices. She knew it was useless to ask if little Ella could go out, it would mean only sharp amazement from her mother, and, equally hard to resist, an impassive objection from her father. Fanny had never been allowed to play with the other children of the neighborhood, and Ella was pursu- ing the same paths. Her mother had felt that associations would not be advantageous, and there the matter stood. Fanny was too young to resist at first, then habit had tal-:en hold. I-Ier mother had overridden the objections of her teachers that Fanny was not getting enough sunlight, and had continued to rule her play hours. Fanny supposed dismally that Ella would be made to come home directly after school just as she had been made to do, with no chance to talk to anyone. The Hrst bit of freedom Fanny had was when she visited her Aunt Ruth for a week. This had left its mark on her mind, and the experience would never be erased. It was the only way she had realized that there was anything 78 wrong in her family relationships. Then, there had been the long talks with her kind teachers during free periods that had made her realize how unhealthy her three-roomed home was. Now she returned to the fighting room, as she called it, and started to pick up the few dishes and clean up the room. Her mother and father remained seated, still arguing. Was this their very life and soul, she asked herself? But as usual the interruption, by this time welcome, was plodding up the stairs. The landlady opened the door without knocking and entered with an extremely belligerent air. I do wish you'd knockf, sighed Fanny's mother, her voice suddenly becoming weak and sick. Fanny was not worried, however, because her mother often used this voice for the landlady's benefit. Why should IP I own the room, don't IF You havenit paid the room rent for the last two weeks. Harsh realism was here. There was no answer except for Fannyis soft, meek splashes in the dish water. This seemed an answer, however, to the landlady because she abruptly spoke. Why donit you send the girl to work? It isnlt so hard for a girl to get a job. Fanny smiled one of her few smiles at the surprised landlady and secretly cheered at the thought of the now urgent outside inHuence on something she had cried, fought, and prayed over for months. Fanny work?,' said her mother in the usual weak tone employed for such a query from everyone, including Fanny. Why, Fanny isn't strong enough to resist the temptations of the big world, said the gentle voice of her father. The landlady seemed to find this really humorous and then said de- cisively, Well, youlre going out if somebody in this family hasnit got work by the end of the week. I mean it, toolv The three, standing drab and useless in that dark room, knew she meant it, but even in such a crisis as occurred after she had slammed the door, they did not cling together. 'LPlease, mother, let me workf' Fanny began, hoping to break down the barrier of resistance by constant hammering. You, toof' sighed her mother, and slipped to the Hoor in what ap- peared to be a dead faint. Oh, mother, in all this trouble you have to be forever doing the dramatic thingf' This sounded heartless but in reality was not, because her mother had always answered her challenge by fainting and coming to in a short time, so sick that she had to be put to bed and yet not sick enough to stop the constant nagging. Now Fanny and her father picked her up and placed her on the bed in the next room where little Ella was playing a mournful game of blocks. Fanny saw her mother's eyelids twitch and thought irreverently to her- self, She isnit really a good actress because she forgets to hold her eye- lids still in a dead faintf' She was soon revived, perhaps a little too soon, and started the usual complaints. O, dear, l can't use my legs. What shall I do? Fanny knew it would be just like this, it had always been and probably always would be. For about a week Fannyis mother would stay in bed-that is, until she felt Fanny to be properly subjugated-and then 79 she would suddenly get up and walk. Fanny had become so uninterested in the process that she just walked out of the room. Once Fanny had become so angry at her family's living on the kind- ness of a relative almost as poor as they that she had left the house and actually found herself a job in a small cheap department store. Thus she had made herself sublimely happy, but she had never forgotten the state the family had been in when she reached home. Her mother had been in bed as usual, and her father had taken advantage of the unusual liberty and had beaten Ella. The little sister was the one who was actually the cause of Fanny's grief. Ella whipped! lt was almost impossible to believe such a thing could be done by her mild father. He would have lacked the courage except that he had realized that the one way to reach Fanny was through Ella. Now Fanny was tied hand and foot. Ella, seeming to realize the protection afforded by her sister, clung to her and cried if she attempted to leave the house. Fanny had given up her job, needless to say, and now stayed at home, caring for her sister, keeping quiet, and realizing the selfishness of her mother and the smallness of her father. One thing she often thought, HI have two living examples of what not to be.', Her father,s main objection seemed to be that Fanny would soon fall into the very deepest pit, perhaps this was a reflection from his own weak self. Her mother objected because she instinctively felt that her husband should work, and because she selfishly wanted attention centered around her. Even in this crisis, they could not conquer themselves. Trouble either crystalizes or smothers a soul. Their souls were obviously smother- ing. i'What can I do? Fanny asked herself the usual question all morn- ing and couldn't find the answer. Then the thought of the night kept recurring. Why, 1,11 go crazy,', she said, and soon the idea became all powerful. Crazy, Crazy, sang her brain. Then at last she had it: that was what she would do literally, go crazy. She would fight back with the weapons her mother used, only she wouldn't faint. Decidedly no! Instead she would rave and tear around the rooms and frighten them out of their wits. They haven't much couragef' she thought, they'll get scared and let me do it. Dad will think the temptations of the world better than a crazy daughter, and where will mother,s selfishness get her? So she began her campaign, first however, warning her meek little sister that she was going to act queerly but that she mustnlt be afraid. All day long she planted the seed of the idea in her parents, minds, by doing queer little things. When she came down next morning, her ap- pearance was such that even her parents noticed her and exchanged the first glances of a common feeling with each other in years. She looked sick, owing to stove blacking, straggling hair, and a careless dressing. Her mother had got out of bed unusually soon, owing to the urgent dread that was advancing with the end of the week. Fanny sat down at the table and repeated her request that she be allowed to work. The answer was in the usual negative, and then Fanny started her acting. She raved, she yelled, she whispered, she did everything humanly possible to show her condition. Plates lay on the floor broken into tiny pieces and crunched under foot. She had a knife in each hand and was beginning to enjoy the dramatic power that they could give. Chairs 80 were overturned, and the room soon looked like a sea-wrecked cabin with Fanny, the captain, slashing up and down, pouring all her intimate, seeth- ing thoughts out on her father and mother. Sometimes she brought the knife rather too close to their worried faces for comfort. After half an hour of this when everyone, including Fanny herself, was completely ex- hausted, she repeated her question concerning work. Her mother and father looked at each other, and each read his own thought in the other's eyes. Get her quiet as soon as possible, this is terrible. Then her mother said: Yes, you can go to work, we won't do any- thing if you do. Now please be quietf' Satisfaction filled Fanny. They were at last in her power, and her end was won. She had beaten them at their own game. Doris Henney, '3l. BARRENNESS OF SCHOOL We sometimes hear a school compared to a prison by ungrateful children. However, isn't there some foundation for this statement, not in the treatment of the students but, rather, in the appearance of the interior of the school? It is anything but homey and pleasant. What attracts the eyes as one enters one of the class rooms of Wethers- field High School? Barrennessl What symbolizes the subject taught in each room? Books, if you inspect closely, machines in a typewriting room, a few maps in a history room, utensils and apparatus in the chemistry laboratory, specimens and charts in the biology laboratory, and some scribbling on the boards of each room. What covers up the bare stucco walls? Nothing! From first sight, can one distinguish the French room from the English room, the Latin room from the Mathematics room, the Shorthand room from the Commercial Law room? Not very readily! Could we suggest a few attractions to typify each room? For instance, a scene of Stratford-on-Avon would be a welcome addition to the English room, a scene in Roman life or from the books studied or even a symbol of the classics would make Latin much more alive and inspirational, the French room could easily accommodate a sketch of Normandy or Brit- tanny, or one of the many scenes of lively Parisg the portraits of famous mathematicians would not be useless in a mathematics course, and so on in the others. These suggestions would not only brighten,.the barrenness of the'- rooms but would also tend to enliven the interest in and the understanding of the subject. Of course, Latin is the outstanding example of the last statement. Is it any wonder that many students Find Latin dull, tiresome, uninteresting and boring? There isn't very much in this school to make it seem real and in any way connected with our modern times. A few pictures, one or two busts of famous Romans, if possible, and some good maps would do a great deal for that fine old classic which proves its worth by living through the ages. This argument is true, to some extent, for the rest of the curriculum. Can't someone do something to make school life more pleasant for posterity in Wethersfield High School? We leave these suggestions. We anxiously await the results. 81 A TROPICAL SCENE It was a beautiful, clear summer night. The Stars in the sky hung like small lamps lighting the way of the graceful ship that passed swiftly underneath them. The Southern Cross shone plainly as the moon said its last good nightu and dipped slowly beneath the deep blue water. After the last glimmering rays of the moon had passed from view, the ship swept on, drawing nearer and nearer a red spark which grew larger and larger as the ship approached. It seemed a red eye on the shore line. When the boat was directly opposite, gray smoke pushed itself up from the red hot Hoof of the active volcano. Gracefulness and beauty in every line, the New Sunv passed swiftly over the rolling blue waves. Dawn was coming, the blackness of night being broken by piercing yellow gleams which appeared to come up from the calm sea. In a flash the golden rays came entirely out of the waves and spread their light over water and earth. The New Sunv docked the next day at Corinto, Nicaragua, C. A. A few passengers boarded the small train which runs between Corinto and Managua once a day. The little train crawled slowly over the narrow rails. Green foliage on either side spread its greedy arms, making an arch above the train. Birds of gay plumage darted about. Flowers of all colors nodded their lovely heads above the tall grass. Three hours later, the train stopped at Leon, the half-way point. Dirty native children gathered around, trying to sell sweetmeats to the pas- sengers. On the platform were several objects that looked like gray, square rocks. Upon inquisitive sniiiing, they were discovered to be nothing more than slabs of native cheese which is something like our American cot- tage cheese, but harder in substance. After a half-hour wait, the journey was continued. Often, as native thatched huts appeared, the train-man would stop the train and pass the time of day with the occupants of the hut. Another three hours having passed, the train suddenly came upon a beautiful crater lake. The deep blue water was low in the volcano. Its banks were quite thickly woven with shrubs and trees. Birds Hew low over the water, sometimes catching fish that had dared to come near the surface. A few minutes more, and the train-man,s responsibility was over. He had arrived at the Capitol of Nicaragua. The heat was terrific. Dirty, hungry dogs ran in and out of the station, which looked very much like a cow shed. Several coaches were waiting for passengers. Each coach was drawn by two horses so thin and weak that they leaned against each other, looking as if they would drop if they were separated. Driving through the city streets, one could see naked native children playing in the dirty yards about their small thatch huts. Men walked slowly beside ox-drawn wooden carts filled with sugar cane and food for the market. Native women went to and fro from the market place, carry- ing vegetables and fruit in baskets on their heads. The wealthy native lives in a brick house. From the street, a hall leads to a room usually used as a sitting room, which opens into the patio. In front of it, facing the street, is one large room which the entire family uses as a bedroom. Along one side of the patio are the dining room, the bathroom, the laundry, and, at the far end, the kitchen. The floors of the 82 house are tile, which helps to keep it cool. Beautiful flowers grow in the patio. Such was Managua, now nothing but ruins since the deadly earth- quake has done its work. No more will little native children play in the streets. Monkeys will chatter no more from the tops of its palm trees. Men and women will no longer go their carefree way, living the leisurely life of the tropics. Maybe sometime in the future, a new city will be built upon the old site, but it will not be called Managua, because that city has passed forever. Dorothy M. Creamer, '32, Editofs Note--This article was written from the authoris personal ex- periences and observation. THE EDUCATION I WOULD CHOOSE The ideal education should comprise these essentials: the acquisition of sufficient culture to fill one's position in the world gracefully, a training in some remunerative occupation to be used if necessity demands, and the cultivation of any special talent one might possess. Culture cannot be acquired, as some think, by amassing knowledge. I have in mind a girl, unusually brilliant in school, an A student in Latin, French, Math, and Literature, one who devoured new books and remem- bered the plots, too. Yet she was so uncouth, her personality so hateful and egotistical, her dress so queer and inappropriate, that she repelled all who came in contact with her. Could her vast amount of knowledge have been tempered with a feeling of friendliness and courtesy toward others and with a desire to please rather than to show off, she might have been a very interesting person. On the other hand, there are many persons, not possessed of a great amount of information nor of much education, who have that kindly charm and interest in others' welfare which make them at home anywhere, they are, likewise, very agreeable companions. Carol Cameron says: K'True Culture is the instinct for friendship, for tact and kindliness, and a vital interest in life itselff, But how much finer the culture would be if accom- panied by a knowledge of fine English, excellence in a number of sports such as swimming, tennis, and golf, and a good training in home-making. I think every girl should be trained in some occupation by which she could earn her living if called upon to do so. There is a wide variety of choice: business training, nursing, dietetics, school teaching, tutoring, music, house-decorationg women are even entering the held of real estate, stock brokerage, and insurance. A course in home economics and home- making would be the first choice with many. I think that deep down in every girlls heart is the desire to have and to manage her own home. Then we come to the development of talents. It is my belief that everyone possesses a talent or some real gift. It is simply a matter of Finding out what it is. Some never find out. Others develop their talent to the highest degree. Some may be spectacular talents which hold the eyes of the world. Oftener they are the humbler ones which make the world a more comfortable place to live in. If a girl acquires this type of education she will never lack interesting things to do, nor the power to make other people happy. lane Barnard, '31, 83 THE CALL OF THE SEA In the early part of the nineteenth century, Ioseph Lee, with his wife, Harmy, came to the shores of Red Creek, Long Island, and built a large, rambling homestead on the bank of the creek. There they farmed and ate their rye bread contentedly. Ioseph and his wife were upright, simple-living Puritans, and when their home was blessed with many sons and daughters, they brought them up from infancy with the solemn strictness of that religion. No fruit could be picked and eaten on Sunday. The offender was severely punished. For many years the large family lived together happily, but gradually as the children grew up, the boys heard the call of the sea, and to the daughters, too, came the spirit of the wanderlust. Elizabeth, the eldest, set out for India as a missionary. For many years she worked faithfully at what she believed to be her duty, but at last she was striken with fever and died. Miranda married a Sea Captain, becoming his constant companion and sailing with him on many voyages. One year, on their return from a distant port, their stalwart ship lay at anchor in the bay at Cape Town. From there came the message of the murder of Miranda and her husband -slain by their Chinese cook for some unknown reason. This puzzle was never solved. The youngest of the three girls married and settled in California. One after another, the sons rose to the rank of Captain and voyaged the seven seas. They commanded whaling vessels and sailed both the Atlantic and the Pacific. George was a guest of the king of Honolulu, the whalemenls haven. He visited the north coast of Asia, and brought home stories of the daisies blooming in the snow on the mountain sides. Iohn, Horace, Hiram, and Edward sailed up and down the Atlantic. They made many trips from the West Indies to Rio de Ianeiro. Wonder- ful things were sent home, and many stories told of the Cathedrals of Brazil, the chase for whales, and the life in the Indies and the Sandwich Islands. For long, happy years they wandered up and down the seas. Then there was rest: a broken wreck on the Florida coast and a lonely grave where Iohn slept in peace, a fiery trail as a ship burned on the Pacific coast, and Edward met his doom, then a solemn silence as Hiram was lowered to rest in mid-ocean, finally, during a fierce SEOYID, Horace, the youngest, was swept overboard from the deck of his ship. Of this gallant, daring band of captains, only George remained. He returned home and married a home-town girl. While he sailed on long voyages, she brought up a large family and waited patiently till at last, tired of the sea, George came back home and built a house near the old homestead. He alone, of all the brothers, had found rest in his home when his life ended. The grand-children of Ioseph and I-Iarmy followed the footsteps of their fathers, but their grandparents, though they had bravely borne the loss of child after child, were spared seeing their fate. Many years have passed, but still the Lee family follows the sea. Ruth Penny, '32. 84 TWO SEA POEMS Song of the Sea My song is of the bright blue sea, Of yachts and motor boats, Not of the hustling, bustling crowds, Winter and heavy coats. I'd like to be down in the South Among the Bermudian Isles, Not way up North, where all you see Is snow for miles and miles. l'd rather have the stucco Of dazzling pinks and white Than red and yellow city brick And artificial light. The flowers bloom and the cardinals sing, They're all in tune you see. I'l1 never go a'roamin' far- Bermuda's the place for me. The Call of the Sea The The The This The The The This is the might-the call of the sea. T0 A VIOLET Iudftlz Welles, ,34 murmuring waves on the white, sun-bleached shore, cry of the gulls as seaward they soar, hum of the breeze like the song of the bee, is the charm-the call of the sea. howl of the gale like the wail of a ghost, boom of the surf on the gray, rock-bound coast, cold salty spray coming in o'er the lea, Donald Peck, '34 Peeping from broad leaves of green, Little blue-eyed treasure, Nothing fairer can be seen, Nor gives purer pleasure, Soft as velvet to my touch, Fragrant as no other, Let me place you to my lips, And in sweetness smother. 85 Ruth ChzI1'te1: SA A SCENE I was alone in the forest. The great trees sighed overhead, and the leaves of their entangling branches whispered a rhyme of soothing monotones. I was alone no more, for far in the depth of the woods I heard a brook singing its song of mirth. I could picture in my mind this rocky stream eternally swirling about its moss-covered stones, and happily furnishing its refreshing waters to the aquatic plants which grow on its banks. Other sounds soon became audible to my strained senses. Far above, a hawk screamed out its cry of triumph. Some feathered creature had evidently become the victim of this predatory menace. In contrast with this savage performance, I heard a soft purring of wings and looked up to see a wood dove winging its way over the branches of the swaying birchesg such is the solace of the forest. Douglas Rankin. THE ANGRY SEA The angry seal His lips do curl, And dashing waves On shore unfurl. VVe watch the Flickering beacon light, That guides the Sailor in the night. But still the sea Rolls on and on Until the first lights Of the dawn. Marcia Applebaum, SA. SOUND OF YE ANCIENT FORD STARTING Scene: A room near a garage Time: Early morning in Winter Innocent Victim: Me Ol What an ideal sound. Only I am endeavoring to get to sleep, hav- ing been waked by a catls howl. First, I hear the sound of the garage doors of some thoughtful neighbor being opened. Then the first turns of the crank are recorded on my eardrums. Knowing what is to follow, I place a pillow on top of my exposed ear. It is to no avail. I may as well try to dam an ocean. The engine roars fand I mean roarsj for a few seconds, but soon coughs apologetically and gently expires. Words flow fluently from the owner,s lips. This procedure is followed more times than I like to think of, while the ownerls vocabulary is exercised volubly. Finally, after long, noisy minutes, he gets the highest possible amount of noise out of his Model T. At last, the car rattles and groans itself out of my hearing. Again I am ready for sleep, but some fiendish piccolo player decides to exercise his lungs. This nightls rest makes me an advocate to the Anti-Noise League. A. B., '31, 86 THE VIEW FROM A CHICKEN COOP ROOF Have you ever felt on top of the world from some high position? I have, but what seems queer is the place where I felt on top of the worldg it was on a roof of a chicken coop, very beautifully placed right on top of a mountain. The chicken coop was old and gray, and had long since ceased the labors for which it had been made. Suddenly, however, it had blossomed forth for another purpose, just like a man who has passed his prime of life and feels no further purpose and then suddenly finds a new interest. So it was with the chicken coop-nothing, then everything. Nature had caused the sudden transformation just as she frequently does with many things, for it was the view from the roof that made the roof so heavenly. Perched on air, as it were, one could overlook a valley and see near at hand a small lake reflecting blue sky and white clouds. Beyond that, five miles away, was a busy town crushed in between the hills, but not to be crushed too tightly, because in one or two places it had run over and spilled white houses on the mountains. The hills lined the valley in swelling rolls, and at the very far end of the narrow chasm was the hugest mountain of all, closing the valley. Over all hung the peace of a summer's day. Certainly, I wasn't on a chicken coop, I was on air. Doris Hcnney, '31. SOME DAY Some Day - Why not now? When you are asked to do some work, Why close your eyes and say, 'iSome Day?,' Why don't you turn around, Approach that task, Meet it face to face, Make up your mind and say, I'll do it NOW? A. De Paolo, '3l. SOUND OF A LONESOME CAT This sort of incident often happens in the dead of night. It's the howl of the lonesome cat. I believe I can sleep through any sort of noise except that kind of shriek. It being against a cat's principles to howl in the early evening, he always chooses the time when everyone is asleep for ought to bej. The howl starts, sounding something like a baby,s wail and a golfer's groan when he misses a short putt. It slowly gathers volume, picking up, in the meantime, a collection of weird sounds. I grit my teeth and count ten. The sound is now quite at its zenith. Words cannot describe it. I almost pity the saxophone player next door. I select a book end, wish fervently that my aim be true, and toss it fvery mild wordj at the feline creature. Then the cat moves on to another more advantageous spot. My opinion of the S. P. C. A. is slightly lower than it was before my interrupted rest. A. B., '3l. 87 LA LANGUE DE LA FRANCE Par L'h0mme qui ne sait pas le francais Il est dit que la langue de la France est la plus belle des pays de l'universe. Et bien que je n'aie pas etudie beaucoup de langues, je crois que cela est vrai. Avec la langue francais, on peut exprimer lui-meme d'une maniere charmante et avec un air agreable. Moi, je ne peux pas parler francais tres bien, mais jlaime a parler quelques mots a moi-meme quand je suis seul. QNaturellment.j Pourquoi alors, si j'aime la langue francaise, pourquoi ne peux- je pas la parler bien? je ne le comprends pas. Pour une reponse a ma question je vais voir ma maitresse dlecole et je lui demande de repondre a ma question. La maitresse m'observe et j'ai peur. .Vai peurl Puis la maitresse parle: HVous voulez savoir pourquoi vous ne parlez pas francais mieuX? f'Oui, je dis a voix baisee. Tres bienfl continue la maitresse, Hvous n'etudiez pas assezf' Et immediatement je resous d'etudier mes lecons plus complete- ment et plus correctment. je fais cela. Et mes parents sont presque furieux parceque je marche autour de la maison recitant des mots francais. 'fRegardezIU dis-je. Hje suis comme Maurice Chevalier! N'est-ce pas vrai?'l 'fChevalier, my hat! cria mon pere jetant un soulier a moi. 1 Et mon franeais? Oh! C'est encore terrible. Charles Hauser, '31. LA BONTIQ Il y a une certaine beaute dans les actes qu'on fait avec la bonte. Il vous donne un sentiment de la joie et de la satisfaction quand vous pouvez aider quelqu'un qui est malheureux. Vous sentez que vous etes de l'usage au monde. Cependant combien de nous s'arretent a reflechir, jamais, d'un moyen par lequel nous pourrions rendre le bonheur a nos amis et a nos connaissances? Sommes-nous si occupes avec nos propres plaisirs que tous les occasions pour les obligeances nous echappent. Esperons que cela n'est pas vrai car il y a tant de tristesse autour de nous chaque jour que nous pourrions empecher par la bonte. Tantot il est seulement une petite acte, tantot il est un grand sacrifice qui rend le bonheur aux tristes personnes. Niimporte, nous devons tacher de le faire. Imaginez quel beau monde nous habiterions si tout le monde tient a aider llun a l'autre! Un peu de personnes sont si agreables que tout le monde avec qui ils associent devient plus content. N'est-ce pas un but merveilleux pour lequel nous devons faire les efforts? Cette virtue peut etre cultive. Essayons dletre plus attentif desormals et faire notre part pour rejoulr les autres. Amie HUPE7 731' 88 LA SORBONN E Robert de Sorbon, chapelain de Saint Louis, est credite ordinaire- ment avec la fondation de la Sorbonne, mais cletait vraiment Robert de Douai, qui laissa quinze cents livres pour fonder un college et se confia llexecution de son heritage at Robert de Sorbon. Un collegel7 voulait dire une groupe des hommes de la meme profession. En 1225 le premier college de Robert de Sorbon ouvra ses portes at seize pauvres etudiants. Bientot la faculte s'etabla au college et les etudiants s' arrangerent aussi bien qulils pouvaient. Les premiers livres qui furent imprimes en France y furent imprimes en 1470, et la premiere presse a imprimer le francais est sur le Grand Escalier de la Sorbonne. Maintenant il y a presque dix-sept mille etudiants a la Sorbonne. La vielle universite fameuse existe depuis plusieurs siecles et a eu bien des hauts et des bas. Le present edifice fut commence en 1889 et fut fini en 1901. L'Eglise de la Sorbonne fut reconstrui par Lemercier pour Cardinal Richelieu, qui, en 1624, la reconstruit au frais de lui-meme. Richelieu fut enterre ici dans une belle tombe. Au-dessus de la tombe pende le chapeau rouge de Richelieu. Marian McK0ne, '32, LES VOYAGEURS VONT EN FRANCE Un des questions qu'un voyageur se demande avant de com- mencer un voyage est celui-cig Dans quel pays puis-je voyageur le plus convenable et gagne le plus grand plaisir et la connaissance? La reponse at cette question, dans un grand nombre de cas, est la France. En France le voyageur peut voir et peut entendre tous ces essentials desquels consiste un voyage lucratif et agreable. A Paris on peut voir quelqulunes des galeries d'art les plus renommees du monde. Ceux sont supplees abandonment par les grandes ecoles des beaux-arts. Aussi dans cette metropole, il y a plusieurs operas et plusieurs theatres qui sont ses attractio-ns specials. Le Lux- embourg, un beau parc elabore, est aussi une retraite appreciative pour les voyageurs. La compagne de la France est renommee pour son etendue de vin de raisin. La recolte des raisins et la fabrication du vin sont at la fois profitables et charmantes. Un autre chose qui avait un effet stimulant sur le touriste en choissant a Voyager en France est les rendez-vous. La Riviera, Lide, et Nice sont des plus populaires et ils offrent beaucoup de plaisir et d'amusement au touriste. Monte Carlo, la ville de jeu du monde la plus celebre, attire les gens de toutes les extremites de la terre, et at cause de cela est la ville du monde la plus cosmopolite. Sam Breslzw, '31. Page the clothing department. C. Haaser fto Florence, who is sorting Baskervilleis short sketches for the Elmj: Say, Florence, are Bertis shorts on Miss Victs, desldl' 89 LATIN PAGE Ecce gratum et optatum ver reducit gaudia purpuratum lloret pratum sol serenat omnia Iamiam eedant tristia Aestas redit Nunc recedit Hiemis saevitia Iam liquescit et decrescit grando nix et Cetera bruma fugit et iam sugit ver aestatis ubera Illi mens est misera Qui nec vivit nec lascivit sub aestatis dexteraf, Every member of the First Year Latin Classes translated this poem at sight into English Prose. Then each one tried to put the story in the form of English verse. Five poems were chosen as the best and from these the following selected as best expressing the thought of the original Roman poet, as well as the form of English verse. SPRING Lol Spring is here. ,Tis time for cheer Come, let your troubles go. The sun draws nigh And its best will try To melt away the snow. The Howers gay Their petals array To make the gardens bright, The Bluebirds sing, To welcome Spring With her cheerfulness and light. Queen Summer arrives And she also tries To make the world happy and free. The roses unfold With beauty untold, And the brooks run down to the sea. Iudith Welles, Grade IX. 90 VARSITY SOCCER Rear Row-L. to R.-E. Willard fMgr.D, S. Coles, L. Comstock, I. Newton, W. Warner, R. NVhite. E. Bergcndahl, Mr. Ritchie QCoachJ. Front Row-I. Gaslow, D. Cuulkins, C. Haertel. S. Tooker QCapt.j, F. Rust. T. Norris, I. McCue, P. Fontaine. VARSITY BASKETBALL Rear Row-L. to R.-R. Ioncs CMgr.D, R. White, C. Haertel, Mr. Ritchie, G. Cummings Front Row-S. Brcslav, I. Newton, F. Rust fC2lI7f.D, W. Warner, E. Bergcndahl. .1 Ji ga lx W ' xiii ! i T U 5 ,A 1. ' r 1 1 - -, - - aa .,,-qs 2 f 1 1 ll P BASKETBALL VVethersf1eld enjoyed a very successful season in Basketball, ending with ten victories and five defeats. This is the best record ever established in the school history with the exception of the Championship Team of 1927. We opened our season on December 20, when we met the Alumni on our home Hoor. Our team seemed to be too well prepared for the veterans, and we won the game, 39-26. Warner starred for Wethersfield with 20 points. VVe captured our first league game by defeating Glastonbury on Ian- uary 9, by a score of 21-20. Rust scored the winning basket in the last few seconds of play. We lost our first league game when we met Windsor, Ianuary 16, on their Hoor by ll score of 27-24. Our team wasn't quite up to par, due to the absence of part of the regular team. The Rockville team proved to be a little too skillful for our Five when we met them on their floor on january 21. They won by a score of 31-22. To offset the Rockville game, our team came through and defeated Farmington on january 23, by a score of 28-13. This was another league game to our credit. On Ianuary 30, we went to Bloomfield and won by a score of 33-25. Cummings was the high scorer for our team. Chester came up to Wethersfield for a return game for the one we played at Chester last year. Their team was not so strong as previously and therefore su11ered a defeat by a score of 46-16, Rust being high scorer with 14 points. Wethersfield showed their superiority over Glastonbury in their second encounter by defeating them 33-25, on February 10, Cummings starring for Wetherslield with 11 points. We proved to Windsor that our team was the better when, on Febru- ary 20, we beat them by a score of 39-16. The winning of this game kept our team in the run for the championship. Cummings was again the high scorer. On February 24, Enfield came to Wethersheld for a return game, for the game which we played there last year. The game was very interesting and hard fought, with our team winning by a score of 36-30. Rust was high scorer for the Wethersfield Five. 92 The following week, February 27, we went to Farmington to play. We won the game by continuous hard fighting. The linal score was 33-23. Warner starred for our team with 9 points. Rockville again showed their superiority over our team when we met them on our home floor on March 4. We lost by a score of 35-19. We defeated Bloomfield on March 6, by a score of 34-21, Rust being high scorer with 13 points. This was our last league game, making us tie with Windsor for the championship of the Central Valley League. Before playing the championship game, we had a practice game with Plainville, at Plainville, losing by a score of 36-22. On Saturday afternoon, March 21, at the Kingswood School at West Hartford, Wethersfield and Windsor clashed to determine which team would be the champion of the Central Valley League. The game was very slow and defensive. Wethersheld held the lead until the third quar- ter, when Windsor took it and held it for the rest of the game. Breslav and Newton starred for Wethersfielcl in their excellent defensive work, while Clyne starred for Windsor with 9 points. Individual Scoring for the Season Name Baskets Fouls Points Rust . .......... . . 45 31 121 Warner ....,.., . 47 22 116 Cummings 48 8 104 Newton ...... 15 7 37 Breslav .... 9 13 31 Haertel ,... 6 1 13 White ...,...... 2 4 8 Bergendahl .. 3 l 7 Gaslow .... ,... .,.. ...,.... 1 1 3 McCue ,.....,.,..............,..,...,. ,.,.... 0 1 1 Our players scored a total of 442 points in 15 games as compared with 359 points for their opponents. Our team had an average of 28.9 points per game as compared with 23.9 points per game, for their op- ponents. Boys who received letters were as follows: Captain Rust, Captain- Elect Bergendahl, Cummings, Warner, Newton, Breslav, Haertel, White, and Manager Iones. Good luck to you, Captain Bergendahl. We hope that you can lead the team to a championship which we came near doing this year. The Iunior Varsity won 8 out of 11 games. The team scored a total of 235 points, compared with 215 points for their opponents. Bergendahl was high scorer with 78 points. The following members of the Iunior Varsity received letters: Com- stock, Gaslow, Ashley, Daniels, Hungerford, McCue, Gilmore, Buck, Willard, and Hillman. 93 INTER-CLASS AND INTRA-CLASS BASKETBALL Junior High Coach Ritchie divided the boys in the Iunior High this year into many teams, giving every boy a chance to learn how to play basketball. The teams in the Seventh Grade were named after cigarettes. They were organized and when they completed their schedule, the Fatimas came out on top by winning live straight games. The Eighth Grade teams were named after nuts, the same as last year. When they completed their schedule, the Cocoanuts were the champions, winning five consecutive games. After a little more training by Mr. Ritchie, these two teams met for the inter-class championship. The Cocoanuts, representing the Eighth Grade, won the game by a score of 21-15. The members of the Cocoanut Team were as follows: L. Sheeran, E. Simpson, E. Spencer, H. Staib, D. Vassals, R. Vicino, Whelihan, Wolf and D. Douglas. Senior High The Senior High classes were divided in the same manner. The Freshman teams were named after different kinds of trees, with the Pines winning the championship of the class. The Sophomore Teams took their names from dilierent kinds of cars, the Hudsons being the winners. The Iuniors and Seniors were combined for their intra-class teams because of the lack of boys in the Senior Class. The winning team was the Tigers, composed entirely of Senior boys, losing only one game. Senior High Inter-Class Championship Teams were chosen by Coach Ritchie to represent the different classes after they had had a little extra practice. They chose a coach from the varsity team to give them a few pointers. The teams competed against each other with the Freshmen winning the Inter-Class Championship with three straight victories. The members of this team were as follows: Williamson, Rust, Carter, Rankin, Murray, Pracon, Shirm, Woolley. BASEBALL The first call for candidates was made April 6, by Coach Ritchie. About 40 turned out, among these were the following veterans: Captain Horan, White, Haertel, Rust, Bergendahl, Comstock, McCue, Vicino and Fontain. A very good season is predicted for our Nine this year, although we lost our first game to the Hartford Trade School by a close score of 3-Z. 94 ' BASKETBALL SECONDS Rear Row-L. to R.-R. Iones CMgr.I. Mr. Ritchie. Middle Row-G. Barnes, E. Willard, I. Hillman, P. Gilmore, H. Daniels. Front Row-I. Gaslow, G. Ashley, L. Comstock CCapt.D, I. McCue, I. Hungerford. C. Buck. FACULTY BASKETBALL This year the Faculty had a very successful season, winning 6 out of 8 games. The first game of their schedule was played at home against the Glastonbury Faculty, Wethersfield winning by a score of 24-20. They met the Glastonbury Faculty one week later at Glastonbury but this time failed to Win, the final score being 31-17. The Faculty seemed to be a little too skillful for our Senior team and defeated them 33-13. The next Week the Faculty defeated the Iuniors by a large score, 71-31. The Faculty experienced its second losing to the Trojans, by a score of 18-10. The Trojans consisted of members of the Alumni. The Sophomores proved to be in a class with the Iuniors and Seniors and also were defeated by the superb Faculty Team, with a score, 33-18. With Coach Ritchie and Harry McKniff scoring 20 and 18 points respectively, our Faculty defeated the Enfield Faculty, 46-42. 95 For the final game of the schedule, they met the Championship Fresh- man team. The Freshman displayed their usual skill and good teamwork but were considerably undersize to compete with the Faculty and lost with a score of 35-19. The team consisted of Principal Kendall, Coach Ritchie, Mr. McKnifT, Mr. Kierstead, Mr. Anderson, and Mr. Wilson. In eight games the Faculty scored 269 points as compared with 185 points for their opponents. Individual Scoring for the Season Name Baskets Fouls Points McKniff ,....... , 52 6 110 Ritchie .....,, . 36 3 75 Kendall ...,, . 33 2 68 Anderson ,...,.. 3 4 10 Wilson ........... 2 3 7 Kierstead ....... 0 1 1 JUNIOR HIGH BASKETBALL Our Iunior High team, composed of Captain Rust, Pracon, William- son, Rankin, Charter, Hungerford, Wolf, Murray, Woolley, Shirm and Gorden, played ten games this year, winning six of them. The team opened its season on our Hoor, Ianuary 9, defeating Farm- ington, with a score of 15-9. They lost the second game, which was held at Newington, on Ian- uary 16. The score was 22-12. In the next game, held on the home floor, Ianuary 23, they defeated Bloomfield, 12-5. The fourth game was played at home Ianuary 30. Our team trimmed Blue Hills 15-12. Pracon was high scorer. They lost the fifth game, at Farmington, on February 13. Final score 26-22. Newington defeated us on our own floor, February 20, with a score, 29-21. A third beating was administered us at Bloomfield, February 27, score, 13-9. The ninth game was played at Blue Hills, March 6. We handed them a trimming, 36-18. Williamson was high scorer. The last game was played with Unionville, on the home Hoor, March 13. We won with a score of 25-5. The team had a very successful season, scoring 208 points against 151 points for their opponents. Captain Rust was the highest individual scorer, with 62 points. A . E 71 quist. 96 SOCCER Wethersfield Highfs soccer team, under the capable direction of Coach Ritchie, won the Central Valley League Championship. At the end of the regular season, Wetherslield and Bloomfield were tied for first place, each having won six games and lost two. Wethersfield won the play-off, which was held at Kingswood. WETHERSFIELD 3 BLOOMFIELD 1 September 26, 1930 At Bloomfield After two weeks of practice, our team opened the season by defeating Bloomfield in a very fast and exciting game. A large crowd of rooters accompanied the team, cheering them on to their first victory. WETHERSFIELD 3 WEAVER 0 September 30, 1930 At Wethersfield Meeting an inexperienced Weaver team in a non-league contest, Wetherslield scored her second victory. An air-tight defense held our opponents scoreless, while Gaslow and Rust invaded the Weaver goal. WETHERSFIELD 6 WINDSOR 1 October 3, 1930 At Wethersfield Displaying potential power throughout the game, Wethersfield over- whelmed the fast Windsor aggregation, 6-1. Although one-sided, the game was very fast, our pass-work being outstanding. WETHERSFIELD 3 GLASTONBURY 0 October 7, 1930 At Wethersfield Supported by a throng of lively rooters, our boys went out and played sixty minutes of real soccer, Enally defeating the hard-lighting Glastonbury eleven, 3-0. This was the first time that a Glastonbury soccer team had been beaten by Wethersfieldg therefore, we had great hopes for a champion- ship team. WETHERSFIELD 2 KINGSWOOD 0 October 9, 1930 At Kingswood When we met Kingswood, our team could not get going until the last quarter. The game was slow, neither team being able to break through the other's defense. Finally, with a few minutes to play, Gaslow and McCue each scored a goal. WETHERSFIELD 1 PORTLAND 0 October 14, 1930 At Wethersfield We next played Portland in an exciting game which was very close. McCue made the lone tally in the third quarter, after a pass from the defense, which managed to break up the Portland scoring threats through- out the game. WETHERSFIELD 1 BLOOMFIELD 3 October 18, 1930 At Wethersfield Confident of winning, Wethersfield was badly disappointed when they were handed their first defeat of the season. Bloomfield reversed the outcome of our previous encounter, defeating us, in turn, three to one. WETHERSFIELD 0 WINDSOR 2 October 21, 1930 At Windsor With a one point lead, which they scored on a penalty kick, Windsor held the Wethersfield team scoreless-the first time this season that they 97 had failed to score. However, the Windsor defense broke up many scoring threats in front of their goal, and slipped the ball past our chalk line for another count. WETHERSFIELD 7 KINGSWOOD 0 October 23, 1930 At Wethersfield Anxious to make up for the two defeats on our record, our team showed their old spirit by trouncing the boys from West Hartford. The game was one-sided, our minute men playing the most part of the game. The scoring was divided among the boys on the line. WETHERSFIELD 2 GLASTONBURY 1 October 28, 1930 At Glastonbury In one of the most exciting and hardest fought games of the season, Wethersfield came from behind and scored a victory over a fast, hard- Fighting Glastonbury team. Glastonbury drew first blood by scoring on a penalty kick. Wetherslield retaliated in the second quarter, when McCue scored on a fast play. The score remained a tie, both teams fighting hard to break the deadlock. With a few seconds to go, Wethersfield was awarded a penalty kick. McCue sent the ball flying through the bars for the winning point. The game ended soon after. WETHERSFIELD 2 PORTLAND 0 November 4, 1930 At Portland We journeyed to Portland where we overcame an old jinx by winning a hard game. Our goalie made several good stops which held the opponents scoreless. loe McCue was the only scorer for Wethersfield. WETHERSFIELD 5 ALUMNI 1 November 8, 1930 At Wethersfield The Alumni took their traditional defeat at the hands of the Cham- pions-to be. Our boys breezed through to an easy victory. Rust, Gaslow and Haertel accounted for the team's score, while McGuenness made the Alumnifs lone tally. WETHERSFIELD 2 BLOOMFIELD 0 November 14, 1930 At Kingswood This game was very fast, both teams trying hard to establish a lead. Bloomlield's big chance came in the first period, when they were awarded a penalty kick. Bill Warner made a spectacular stop, thus saving the day. This put new pep into our boys who put everything into the game in an attempt to score, but to no avail. After the half, Wethersfield came back strong, Fred Rust making the first score on a wonderfully executed play. Bloomheld threatened our goal many times, but the defense held. Rust again slipped through the opponents, defense to score another goal, clinching the game and title. Central Valley League Standing Won Lost Tied Points Wethersfield . .,.... 7 2 0 14 Bloomfield ...,... ....., 6 3 0 12 Windsor ...... ...... 5 3 0 10 Glastonbury .,.,. ...... 3 4 1 1 7 Portland . .,.., ...... 0 7 1 1 98 Individual Scoring of Wethersiield Name , Points Gaslow .... ,.,.,,........,,.,..,.,.,.........,.,..,..,.....,....,...,..,.......,..,...,. ,... 1 Z McCue .... ,... l 0 Rust .....,,..,..,. .... 9 Haertel ..,..,...., .... 3 Bergendahl ..... .... l Norris ..,.......,.....4..,...,,...,....,.....,,........,,.....................,...,.,..,....,....,. ..., l Manternach ...,.,.,,.,.,.....,.,.................................,,,,.,.,.....,..,.,..,.,.,.....,..,.,..,.... 1 Our team scored 37 points, our opponents scoring 9. The veterans who will return next year are: Captain-elect Iulie Newton, Eddie Bergendahl, Ioe McCue, Soup Gaslow, Dave Caulkins, Phil Mehl, Cy Cowles, Tommy Norris, Pete Fontain, and Norman Herrick. GIRLS' ATHLETICS The girls, with Miss Ruth Coughlin as gym instructor, have included soccer, hockey, basketball, baseball, swimming and track in this year's athletic program. Hockey and track have been added this year. Junior High Department SOCCER-The seventh and eighth grades tied for the soccer cham- pionship, before the Thanksgiving holidays. Due to cold weather following the short recess, this tie was not played off. BASKETBALL-The basketball championship was won by the eighth grade. Those on the team were as follows: Captain, Ruth Manville, Mildred Zima, Virginia Brace, Lillian Gustafson, Phoebe VVoodhouse, Maybeth Allen, Freda Pierson, Elizabeth Chase, Iane Pierce and Alice Riskus. Senior High Department HOCKEY--The hockey championship was won by the undefeated Seniors. Those on the team were as follows: Captain, Phyllis Hardy, Charlotte Barnes, Anna Welles, Iohanna Schubert, Heide Curley, Elizabeth Kilebrew, Harriet Rhodes, Doris Henney, Katharine Willard, Eleanor Hyer and Bernice Ryan. BASKETBALL--ThC basketball championship was also won by the Seniors. The team was as follows: Captain, Harriet Rhodes, Phyllis Hardy, Mary Zima, Heide Gurley, Iohanna Schubert, Anna Welles, Katharine Willard, Doris Henney, substitute-Vera Coates. Since it is the custom to have the names of those on the championship team engraved on one of the silver plates on the Girls' lnterclass Basket- ball Trophy, the above names will be added to those already engraved there. SYVILIBIINC-MHIIY of the girls have been going to the Y. W. C. A. for swimming. There was a contest held in which the White Team, with Peggy Buck as captain, defeated the Blue Team, with Dot Creamer as captain. 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Nui? - 7 gi- ' - ' L A as - A+ , , 4 u ART CLUB The Art Club, under the supervision of Miss Marjorie Ingle, holds its meetings every Tuesday. Such things as hammered pewter, leather articles, and wood carving, are done at their meetings. In the Spring session the club did some sketching. The oHicers of the President ,...,..., ., ...,..........., ,. Vice-President club are: Ioe Williamson Lois Schaeffer Secretary ..,..........,.....,.,.,........,....,..,.....,....,...,,... Mary Booth FRENCH CLUB Under the direction of Miss Fischer the club has had many pleasant meetings. The club is opened to second and third year students. Some of the club activities are plays, study of French customs, and Literature. The club gave an amusing play entitled, The French Maid and the Phonographw for an assembly program. The cast of characters was: Flossie Green ...,......,..,....,.,...,.........................,..,........,..,... Mollie Green ........ Pauline ......,.. .. Gladys ...,,...,,......... Mary Ann ....,....,... Madame Reymand Mrs. Green .....,,,... The olficers of the President ...,... Vice-President Secretary ....... On April 9th, the with slides on France. . Ann Hope Marian McKone . ....,,..,......... Ethel Hedin Antoinette De Paolo Anna Wells Mary Donahue Della Bergquist club are as follows: Ann Hope ''ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff'C' ....iHAlberta Clark Anna Wells French Club entertained all the French students 100 Front Rnwfl.. to R.-C. Buck, I. Newton, IJ. Rankin, XV. XVarner, C. Gustafson, D. Caulkins, C. Lynch, R. jones. Middle-G. Farren, G. Stronach, A. Baskerville, F. Rust, E. Coughlin, G. Cummings, S. Tookcr. liackgli. Bcrgendahl, L. Comstock, Mr. Kendall. G. Ashley, C. Hacrtcl. HI-Y CLUB The Hi-Y has had a very successful year. The club held its meet- ings once a week. Many very interesting programs were enjoyed by the members. Usually there was a speaker, or some kind of entertainment was provided. The Hi-Y had charge of the drive, which was made at Christmas, for Christmas baskets to give to the more unfortunate families in Wethersfield. It also sponsored the Father and Son Get-together which was held last winter. Both the drive for the baskets and the Get-together were successes. Mr. Kendall was the very able faculty adviser. The oificers were as follows: i'Bill Warner, President, Doug,' Rankin, Vice- President, Stocky,, Comstock, secretary, Red, Rust, treasurer. LATIN CLUB The Latin Club this year, has done much to celebrate the 2000th anni- versary of the poet Vergil. The program of the first meeting was dedicated to him whose poetry has been read for two thousand years. Poems and selections dedicated to him were read. The members of the club presented, MOH With His Head , in an assembly. They have proved very successful as actors and actresses. Many new member were admitted this year. The Latin Club is 101 larger than it has ever been. It has been able to accomplish more since there is new musical and acting talent. In order to show exactly how Roman roads were constructed, two boys made a model of Via Appia, The Appian Way. In this way a better idea of the road is given than if one merely reads about it. The club aims to make its members better acquainted with the classics. This was successfully accomplished in the presentation of Aeneas and Dido, a play which was written by those taking part. It gave some of the interesting adventures of Aeneas and Dido, characters in Vergil,s Aeneid. Ann Hope and Doris Henney were elected consuls. Ruth Bannon and Dorothy Wolf were elected aediles, and the quaeston is Wilbur Griswold. By Della Bergquist. COMMERCIAL CLUB The Senior High Commercial Club, under the supervision of Ruth E. Gometz, holds its meetings every two weeks. The purpose of this club is to familiarize the members with the duties of the business office. Many short plays and sketches have been presented, under the direction of the Program Committee, to illustrate various points of discussion. Pins for the club were purchased by the members. They are a small black and silver pin with either a ship or class numerals as guards. On October 30, the club sponsored a masquerade Hallowe'en party and dance. It was held in the High School Auditorium, and Bob Barnard's orchestra furnished delightful music. Games were played and costume prizes awarded. The ofhcers of the club are as follows: President ..,....,.....,,....,.,..........,.............,. Catherine Lassen Vice-President ........ ............... M arjorie Meier Secretary .............. ,..... A ntoinette De Paolo By Dorothy lenxen. GLEE CLUB The Glee Club was organized in September by Miss Manter. Frances Griswold was unanimously chosen as its president. Every Monday, after school, the girls met and worked on several songs. This season the Club was able to take part in the contest held at Plainville. About thirty- five girls participated. The contest number was, 'iHappy Days of Yore , and their choice number, i'Allah's Holidayf' The girls were taken to Plainville in a bus and had a very pleasant time, although they did not win the cup. Girls from every grade were permitted to join the Glee Club this year. 102 JUNIOR DOG-ROAST The Iunior dog-roast was held on October 1, 1930, in the woods back of Mr. Griswold's home on Wolcott Hill. After the roast, games were played, and ghost stories were told around the fire. A good time was enjoyed by all. The chaperons included: Miss Ruth Coughlin Mr. Harvey Fuller Mr. Lawrence Wilson RADIO CLUB The newly organized Radio Club has had a very successful season. The purpose of this club is to obtain a general knowledge of Radio engineering. One asset which the club was fortunate enough to procure was the assistance of a young man well advanced in a knowledge of radio. This young man was Louis Carini, who graciously donated his keen under- standing of the theory of certain radio elements. Many interesting lectures were given the members by this talented young engineer. Some of his talks were based on Vacuum Tubes, Condensers, Inductance Coils, Resis- tors, and Transformers. During the year, members of this organization completed building Commercial receiving sets, short wave sets, and in one case, succeeded in constructing a Broadcasting Transmitter. The first official meeting was called to order by the Faculty Advisor, Mr. Kierstead, on November 20, 1931, and a constitution formed. The following officers were elected: President . ,.,............ ....,.,..,....,....... ...,, C 2 eorge Stronach Secretary .......,.,.........., ...... E dmund Taylor Faculty Advisor ..,..... ...... M r. Kierstead SENIOR DOG-ROAST The Senior Class began its final lap of the journey with the annual Dog-Roastf, It was held at Griswoldls on Wolcott Hill. Every one had a very enjoyable time amongst the pines and especially with the dogs, rolls, pickles, cake, and soda. After dark, singing, joking, and story-telling completed the evening around the brightly burning fire. 103 DRAMATIC CLUB PICTURE Front-L. to R.-E. Coughlin, M. Neff, D. Rankin, E. Lloyd, F. Beecher, H. Andrews, C. Haaser, K. Griswold, C. Lynch, E. Gustafson. Middle-R. Iones, D. Henncy, I. Newton, C. Barnes, D. Caulkins, A. Landeen, A. Lytlc, A. Anderson, S. Brcslav, H. Rhodes. Back-Miss Viets, M. Donahue, G. Hanmer, F. Murray, B. Smith. DRAMATIC CLUB The Masquers have had a very active season this year. At the meet- ings, which have been held every other Thursday evening throughout the term, there have been many interesting and profitable programs. Included in these programs were play readings, character sketches, pantomimes, a talk by Mr. Carlton of Wethersfield, and a visit to a meeting of the Hart- ford High School Dramatic Club. At the annual public performance three one-act plays were presented. These included The Valiantf' a tragedy, UThe Trap, a sophisticated comedy, and Bargains in Cathay, a light comedy. Those taking part in these plays Were: Alice Landeen, Edgar Coughlin, Fred Beecher, Iulie Newton, Arline Anderson, Douglas Rankin, Harriet Rhodes, Helen Andrews, Charles Haaser, Elmer Gustafson, Millicent Thomson, Katherine Griswold, Carol Lynch, Davis Caulkins, lean Popham. The officers of the club are: President, Edgar Coughling vice-president 7 Douglas Ranking secretary, Arline Anderson, and treasurer, Alice Landeen- 104 SENIOR PLAY Front-L. to R.-W. VVarncr, A. Landeen, D. Rankin, F. Hyer, S. Tooker, C, Hauser D. Henncy, R. Iones. Back-Miss Victs, B. Smith, E. Coughlin, G. Cummings, C. jones, F. Rust. SENIOR PLAY The Senior Class presented a three act play, HSeventeen,,' very suc- cessfully on February 7th. The assembly hall was filled to capacity, and there were plenty of laughs for everyone. Charlie Haaser scored a huge success as William Sylvanus Baxter. 'LWillie,', with his grown-up airs and ideas, made a big hit with the au- dience. Eleanor Hyer gave excellent support as Lola, a young baby-talk lady from the city, a girl with whom Willie was infatuated. Fred Rust impersonated Genesis, the colored servant, extremely Well. He acquired a true Uculladv accent. Charlotte Barnes' mischievous pranks added a great deal to the comedy, although George Cummings, her austere father, might not agree with us. Alice Landeen is always good, and she played May Parcher cleverly. The play was directed by Miss Viets. The whole Cast included fourteen characters. They are as follows: William Sylvanus Baxter-Charles Haaser, Lola Pratt-Eleanor Hyer, May Parcher-Alice Landeen, Iane Baxter-Charlotte Barnes, Mr. Baxter --George Cummings, Mrs. Baxter-Doris Henney, Genesis-Fred Rust, Ethel Boke-Beatrice Smith, Wally Banks-Edgar Coughlin, Iohnny Wat- son-Doug Rankin, Mary Brooks-Catherine Iones, Ioe Bullitt-Sterl Tooker, George Crooper-Bob Iones, Mr. Parcher-Bill Warner. 105 THE FRESHMAN RECEPTION The Freshman Reception was held in the High School auditorium. The hall was attractively decorated in green and white. When the Fresh- men entered, they were painted with lip-stick and eye-brow pencil by the Seniors. Refreshments were served in the cafeteria. The music for dancing was furnished by the Colonial Club Orchestra. At 11:30 oiclock the Fresh- men were asked to leave so that the upper-classmen could dance in peace. There was dancing until twelve. - foe Williclmson, '34. JUNIOR HI-Y The Iunior Hi-Y Club is a newly-formed club in the school. Therefore it has not been heard of very much. The officers are as follows: President, Ioe Williamson, Vice-President, Herbert Daniels, Treasurer, Ioe Gaslowg and Secretary, Ray Iohnson. The club has had many interesting programs and many are planned for the future. JUNIOR PROM The annual Iunior Prom was held this year on March twentieth. The patrons and patronesses were: Mr. and Mrs. Wilson Greer Mr. Raymond Kendall and Miss Edna Chobat Mr. Lawrence Wilson and Miss Ruth Coughlin Mr. R. Palmer and Miss Lillian Fischer The hall was pleasingly decorated in Crimson and Black, the colors of the Iunior Class. A ten-piece orchestra, undoubtedly the best which has so far played in the High School hall, was conducted by Van White and played the latest numbers in an extraordinary style. A great deal of credit is due the Prom Committee for their unceasing efforts to make the Prom the success it most decidedly was. THE ORCHESTRA Every Wednesday afternoon the orchestra, under the direction of Miss Manter, meets for rehearsal. It is composed of a group of young people who are enthusiastic and serious about their music. The orchestra has made three public appearances thus far, and has been very successful in each. A Iudging from the musical strains heard so often coming from the music room, we assume that the orchestra has had a very happy year. 106 THE STUDENT COUNCIL The oliicers of the Student Council, elected at the First meeting, were introduced at an assembly on September 23, 1930. President ..,,,,....., .,....,.... F RED Rusr Vice-President . .,.., ,.., T HELMA HARDY Secretary ........,........... .... .,.. .,...... K A T HLEEN HOPE The members appointed collectors for the school dues in their respec- tive home-rooms and agreed that the percentages of the dues for the school activities would be the same as in previous years. The Council decided that clubs would have to send in requisitions for funds before spending any amount. It was also agreed to notify the sponsors of Athletics and the Spot-lite that they would have a certain amount to be controlled by them after October l5. The Motion Picture Committee for this year follows: FRANCES GR1swoLD, Chairman FRANcEs MARTEL PEARSON FONTAINE At the first special meeting the members voted 520.00 from the surplus and 52.00 from the Club Fund for the Commercial Club Hallowe'en party. At the second special meeting the Council voted 55.00 for play books for the Iunior High Dramatic Club. The members voted 510.00 for a movie for the Iunior High instead of a party. This year an Athletic Council replaced the Athletic Association. The two members elected from the Student Council to this other Council were Fred Rust and Thelma Hardy. The Council has paid several bills from different clubs and activities in the school. The members agreed to have glass blowers to demonstrate for as small an amount as possible, not to exceed 52500. This year the Student Council voted 530.00 for scenery to be used in the Senior Play and not to be used for outside activities without a nominal charge. This was later changed so that societies which have to pay for the rental of the hall were the only ones taxed for the use of the sets. This year the Council has accomplished the work assigned to it. The meetings have been comparatively regular and well attended. 107 NEW TEACHERS Miss ELEANOR Moasia was graduated from Mt. Holyoke College in 1927. She is the teacher of ninth grade English. Miss Morse's home is in Hartford, Connecticut. LAWRENCE H. WILSON, who teaches Biology and Shop, was graduated from Middlebury College in 1930. Mr. Wilson claims New London, Conn., as his home town. Miss LEILA HOLTON, our school dietitian, lives in Winsted, Conn. She was graduated from the Connecticut Agricultural College in 1930. Miss ELWYNA VAN ALEN comes from Mineola, Long Island. She was graduated from Mt. Holyoke in 1930. Miss Van Alen teaches mathematics. Miss EDNNA CHOBOT, a 1930 graduate from Bay Path, teaches typing and junior business training. She lives in Springfield, Mass. Miss MARIORY INGLEIS home is in Hartford, Conn. She was graduated from Pratt Institute in 1930, and from there she came to Wethers- field to teach art. Miss RUTH COUGHLIN, our teacher of Physical Education, is a resident of Wetherslield and also an Alumnus of W.H. S. She was graduated from Boston School of Physical Education in 1930. Miss EMILY B. BLIVEN, whose home is in Norwich, Conn., was graduated from the Willimantic Normal School in 1928. She teaches social studies in the seventh and eighth grades. Miss ANNA RAE COLSON, graduated from New Rochelle College in 1929, came here this year to teach English and social studies in the Iunior High School. Her home is in Waterbury, Conn. NEW SONGS lust a Gigolo .........,..,......,,.........,.,..,.,....,.,................... Sterl Tooker Ho Hum ....,........................,..,.. .......... W eary Lundgren You're the One I Care For .......... Bill Warner Alice Landeen Whispering .................,,..... ........... .......... F r ances Rogalla Sophie Polaski Three Little Words? ..... 4 ...,......,...,..,...... .......,.. D oug Rankin Give Yourself a Pat on the Back ....... .......... B obby Iones Hello, Beautiful .,...............,...........,.... ..,....... F lorence Murray Alice Landeen When I Take My Sugar to Tea .,...... .......... D oris Henney Bobby Iones Walking My Baby Back Home ,.,....,..,...... .......... B ob White Iohanna Shubert Give Me Something to Remember You By .,...,...... Mr. Kendall Here Comes the Bride .....,...,.........................,............ Eleanor Hyer We Can Live On Love ,.......,........,.,....,........ ,..,...... I ane Barnard George Cummings Skippy ....,.......,.....,....,.....,........,.. ........., E ddie Bergendahl Lovable and Sweet .......,.,.,...,....... .....,. ........., C a therine Iones Oh, Where Have You Been ................... .......... A 's on Report Cards 108 i. c fi T ya, li-.1-,fl a mjiii l is lsr' lx li I' QI, xx j, . N 1 F r P X X f 'Ti lffi I f' f r A jk' , , ' 1' ,. . Y I7 1' r .fax nfg an I il 'i I be' W Imam fm t 4 U ,f 1, ill, 1 ,V f uf, fm ,, 5 1' .. A ,qql Q71 as fc' FNB ' :Q ' . .. . f . , ...Q I ,,.. -4 -ii - lf' 5,100 i e-5 ?. A I M WANTED: ALUMNI SPIRIT It has been with sincere and deep regret to some of us that in years past the Alumni Association has meant very little to our graduating classes. One reads the papers and sees where dilferent schools, equal in size to ours, are having huge reunions and many happy affairs. This would be possible with us if each graduate took it upon himself to show some interest in his old classmates and his school. To some of you it is and will be the only alumni you will be able to claim. To others, college will claim a bigger place in your alumni recollections. However, your high school is your first alumni and should be your first love. Particularly to the younger graduates, I wish to appeal. Large classes are being graduated each year, and, as in all other organizations, we need new blood to thrive. The public has been most kind to us during the past two years in aiding us to make successful our several benefit functions. Without their aid and the aid of the active members of the association, it would have been impossible to start our alumni section in the high school library. However, if you look closely to see who these active members are, you will find they are not new graduates but are those who graduated as far back as thirty-three years ago. As time goes on and one has time to reflect on the happy years spent in school and the pleasant con- tacts with school friends, one is pleased to have reunions and see the friends of long ago. I wish at this time to express deep regret at the loss of one of our active members, Ashbel Welles-Class of 1913. This class needs no intro- 109 duction to alumni members. Even before alumni functions were started, yearly and often several times a year, they gathered together for both busi- ness and party events. We had great pleasure in seeing them all present at the banquet last Iune. This Iune's banquet will be a sad one for them, the first year their class will not have a complete reunion. May their enthusiasm through the past years be an example to all of us, and may we have a huge attendance at our banquet this year. C. Constance Lytle, President, ,23. ALUMNI DEPARTMENT Recently, I received a letter from the Alumni Editor of the Elm asking me to contribute something to the magazine, and the position in which it placed me was that of sitting, chewing the end of my pen and thinking to myself, What shall I say? I had thought that my days of writing articles for the 'KElm,' were over, but it would appear that I was wrong. A time like this makes me appreciate more than ever all that Miss Viets did for me and many others who went to her for assistance. When- ever we were troubled about Dramatics, articles for the K'Elm , plans for graduation, Miss Viets was always there to give us her advice and to help us in every way she could. Most of us Were, as I was, associated with her directly only during our last year, but, after all, the fourth year of high school contains more obstacles to be surmounted than any other, and I'm sure that without Miss Viets, aid, many of us would have fallen by the wayside. She will go on helping others over the rough places in the journey through High School, as she did many before us, but the class of 1930 will always feel that Miss Viets belongs to us and we to her. Illary Allen, '30. A GLANCE AT HUMACO, PORTO RICO In Humaco, Porto Rico, our school day is from 8 P. M. to 3:30 P. M. with seventy-five minutes for each period and forty minutes for lunch. The subjects taught at high school are very similar to those taught at W. H. S., with a few necessary changes due to conditions. For example, Spanish Shorthand is offered as well as English Shorthand, for it is very essential to those who intend to work in ofhces where Spanish is spoken exclusively to know Spanish Shorthand. A'Spanish,' and relations between English and Spanish, and terminology of Bookkeeping expressions are also offered. All other subjects are required to have twenty units for graduation or three more than those required of others. The students are very fond of athletics, especially volley ball and basketball. They like football, but it is too warm to enter heartily into a game. After school the students go home without loitering. It is too warm to stand around the building to talk. A shower, dressing, a little studying, perhaps a little talking, then dinner hour has arrived. Sometimes between 7 and 9 P. M. nearly every student goes to the Plaza, the public meeting place, situated in the center of the town. Here he meets his friends, talks and walks for a while, then returns home to study before retiring. It is 110 here at the Plaza that a young gentleman meets his girl friend, for he is neither permitted to escort her to or from her home nor make visits to her home until the time of engagement. If any of the W. H. S. students prefer the conditions just described, it takes less than a week to get here from New York. Charlotte Isaacson, '26. Reporting for a newspaper is generally thought of as fascinating work. Because of the diversified experiences, the human interest, the secret con- tacts that are popularly imagined to make up a reporter's life, most people believe a newspaperman never sees his work in a dull light. Acknowledging the truth of these suppositions, it is, nevertheless, dis- content that makes-one's work seem prosaic. If a reporter's mind is con- tinually tugging to be set to a different task, the biggest yarn', will fail to excite him. One's relation to his work, whatever that work may be, is not determined by external factors of inzercrt, but by sincerity of effort. Interest that is internal will invariably impregnate any work with lasting fascination. Edward Everett Hale might have written a stirring tale about A Man Without An Opinionf, A reporter, with unequaled opportunities for forming well-founded opinions, must remain unbiased. Expressed sympathy with one faction will alienate him from the other. When news is related correctly by the press, public approval is manifested silently. But when a mistake is made, a reporter marvels at the circulation of his paper. However, the advantages of reporting far outnumber its compara- tively petty drawbacks. The act of conveying to a number of persons some current event that would otherwise escape notice, fosters a sense of useful- ness in all newspaper writers. This feeling alone compensates for any discouragement. A general assignment reporter gets a close view of the entire range of human emotions. His work gives him both painted and naked pictures of life, so vital to the development of sure judgment. Work that causes one to rely upon himself, to become experienced through others, and above all, to feel of some use to society, is deserving of the highest loyalty. Charles L. Towne, '30. T0 ONE TWICE MET This ghostly fragrance, This dream of shadow-leaves, This brooding whisper, This wind about these eaves, This vacant heaven, This dull and lifeless hue, This aching beauty, These are my love for You. iVZ.7'g1.7Zl.6l Becker, i30. l 1 1 The Wetberslield Bank S Trust Company extends its congratulations and best wishes to the Class of 1931 Howard P. Dunham, Presideni William D. Shew, Vine President Alfred W. Hanmer, Seereiary Harold E. Read, Treasurer Complete facz'Zz'Zzes to care for every bankzhg need SCHOOL SAVINGS CHECKING ACCOUNTS SAFE DEPOSIT VAULTS SAVINGS ACCOUNTS TRUST DEPARTMENT CHRISTMAS CLUB FOREIGN EXCHANGE PERSONAL LOAN DEPARTMENT Ask us for details about our small loan department. This department is designed to care for the credit requirements of the small borrower at a fair rate of interest. 112 ROUND-ROBIN LETTER FROM THE CLASS OF '30 To teach is my ambition, To succeed, my aspiration. I go to New Britain Normal To get an education. Sincerely yours, Fmnczs Dzzlgzewzcz. I-Iow's Everybody? Since I am back at the High School every day, it does not seem as if I am a graduate. The only thing that seems different from last year is that I do not see any of the members of the class of 1930. Emma Willard. First few months after graduation I was at home-but not loafing. Then I worked for the Advo-System, 38 Albany Avenue, Hartford, until March 14, 1931. Now I am with the Pratt 8: Whitney Aircraft of East Hartford. Wishing a great deal of success to the Elm of '31, Iohn Manilqas. Dear Classmates: lsn't this the best idea to hear from one another? I think so. I am working at the Mechanics Savings Bank, in Hartford. It's very interesting work as well as educational. Marz'on Riclzardson. I am enrolled in the Wharton School of Commerce 8: Finance at the University of Pennsylvania. I have been spending my time making new acquaintances and acclirnating myself to my new environment. The prep- aration 1 received at W.H.S has given me a very suitable foundation upon which to build my college education. Ray E. Newton. My father has saved me from the usual fate of the unemployed, sell- ing apples, by engaging me as the family chauffeur. I have enjoyed this job very much and hope to hold it for a while longer, anyway, by stern application to duty. M All ary en. Said an old friend robin as he hopped on his way, What do you do throughout the day?,' Said I, 'KI look for the worms in the radio field, For there my work brings the greatest yieldf' Louis F. B. Carini. At present I am doing secretarial work in the Town Hall right here in Wethersfield. With the kind help of Mr. Greer, I was able to secure this position and would again like to thank him and the school for all they have done for me. loseplzine Mazo. 113 Compliments of DAVID R. WOODHOUSE Compliments of DR. A. W. HOWARD Compliments of JAMES T. PRATT Compliments of KENNETH F. CRAMER Compliments of DR. O. A. MOSER Compliments of A. W. HANMER Compliments of JOHN E. LANDEEN 86 SON, INC. Compliments of George Murray MASON My work consists merely of doing a little secretarial labor for Mr. Tuttle, otherwise I am idle. I planned when I left school to stay at home for a year or so, and therefore I have nothing to write about. I send my best and most hearty wishes for great success to this yearis Elm . I also wish to congratulate the Valedictorian and the Salutatorian on their honors and hope for their best success in later years. My sincere congratulations to the Class of '31, Here's to long and happy life. Milly Lewis. Hi! Fellows! If you're weary, undecided, or vexed about that problem that has been confronting you for four years, Where will I continue school? cast it from your shoulders and say, I'm going to Wentworth! That is one way to make a quick decision without making a mistake. Take it from me. Minor G. Kretzmer, Ir., '30. Your Round-Robin-Letter finds me stumbling among the pitfalls of higher education at Trinity College. If any of you still think, as I used to, that Miss Viets' English course is diH'icult, discard the notion, for her course is a peaceful dream compared with the nightmare courses of Trinity's absent-minded professors. Congratulations to the Class of 1931, for the enviable record it has established. D. loseph Gladwin. At present I am apprenticed in the drafting room of the Royal Type- writing Company. I am attending the Y.M.C.A. Night School and am still taking a correspondence course in Commercial Advertising. David Van Auszlall. I have been working ever since I left school at The Travelers Branch Officen, as Typist, fCentral Row, Hartfordj. Sincerely, Helen Gustafson. May I wish the Class of '31 the best of success with their edition of the Elm and good luck in their forthcoming enterprises. Sincerely, Lillian Anderson. You ask me to write to you about my work. I don't know to what to ascribe my lack of material on this subject. If Henry Ford had not told us there is no depression, I would be inclined to blame that for my failure to find lucrative employment. I wish you every success with this Elm. Sincerely, George Young. P. S.-Perhaps my handwriting Cif it can be honored with that namej is to blame for my financially unattached condition. 115 The Freshest Vegetables : : : : : : The Most Beautiful Flowers may be grown in your own back ymfcl - - - Let us help make your garden a Success. For Variety and gardening informa- tion, telephone or call and see us. We maize zz S perialfy of - - Eine Lawn Grass Mixtures Bone Meal - - Garden Fertilizer Peat Moss - - Ground Limestone Hydrated Lime Wizard Brand Sheep Manure Cweedlessj Spring Flowering Bulbs Tulips Hyacinths Crocus Etc. CReady about October 1, 1931j For more than a century we have been supplying QUALITY SEEDS COMSTGCK, FERRE 51 CQ. 263 Main Street Telephone 9-0082 WETHERSFIELD, CONN. 116 I am employed by Ma. Inc., in the wash, dust, and scrub department. I intend to enter college this coming fall. Best wishes to the class of nineteen thirty-one. Karl G. Glahn. Still studying at Columbia and am endeavoring to get a Ph. Ch. degree, if possible, and am making out fairly well. Best regards to the Alumni. Iust a former school boy, A! Gold. Charlotte Isaacson, '26, was graduated from Boston University in 30. She is now a Commercial teacher in Humaco, Porto Rico. Howard Doolittle, also of '26, graduates from Trinity this year. He has been appointed instructor of Physics at Trinity. Gertrude Francis, '28, is private secretary for the manager of a Shubert Theater in Boston. Harold mfacki' Hammer, ,29, is receiving both scholastic and athletic awards at Worcester Polytechnical Institute. 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Your book shows that there is much talent in Braintree High. Your poetry section is especially good. The Acropolis -Barringer High School, Newark, New Iersey. Your cuts are very good and your covers are very original. The Emblem -Lewis High School, Southington, Connecticut. Your Alumni Department and Sport Section is very good. Why not have a larger Literary Department? Cuts would add much to the appear- ance of your book. The following Exchanges reached us too late to comment on other than to say a mere thank you. 1. The Commercial News -Commercial High School, New Haven, Connecticut. 2. The S1'gnboard -Bay Path Institute, Springfield, Mass. 3. The Boostern-Bryant-Stratton College, Providence, Rhode Island. 4. The Blue and Gold -Lakeville High School, Lakeville, Connecticut. 5. Homespun -Central High School, Greensboro, N. C. 6. The Tabula -Torrington High School, Torrington, Conn. 123 C077ZpIil1lC'lIfS of CONNECTICUT FOUNDRY COMPANY Josephine Marie Specialty Shop l85 Main St., Wethersheld, Conn. Dresses, Graduation Gifts, Greeting Cards, Etc. Tel. 9-1370 Compliments of E. A. BROWN Church Street - Rocky Hill Variety Store MRS. FRANCES E. YOUNG REAL ESTATE Wolcott Hill and Clearfield Road. Tel. 9-0640 We Appreciate Your Patronage and Are Anxious To Serve You Well. Modern Barher S. RAMETTA, Manager PAUL I. CIANCI, A557 Manager 456 Main Street Drugs, Ice Cream, Gifts, Etc. HARTFORD BUY A HOME on RIDGE ROAD Three tracts to choose from - ONCREST RIDGECREST CLEARFIELD RIDGE NEWTON P. CLARK 350 Ridge Road Telephone 9-0187 124 l g O FQ 1 I,:- ll. RQ Q QI' 2 9 ' - 'if , li ' it I n W I 'S - x x- l 1- I l x I' u fl fn' 'f IQ gli, 1 I Er 1 I f P 'lt I 9 I L . 'Rf - K I ' X X i f s s I , I I g ' 5 s H 1 . 11155 Ifrlll ilfwz fin Algehra classj: I may give you a drop quiz tomorrow. I Ethcf 116511-lI.' YVhat's a drop quiz? Lyric: It's a quiz that 'drops' your markf' Lyfle: Miss Van Alen, may I get a drink? l've got hiccoughsf' Nlfss Van ifilcfz: Hold your breathf, Srocky and Doug Rankin were carrying on in the hall, one night after school. lNIr. Kendall approached, and Doug hrolie oil suddenly to exclaim: Cut it out: here comes Mr. Kendallf, Stoclgy: 'l'hat's all right. He's not afraid of ine. Ml-55 lfumcx: Which race has progressed most? Eddy Hergwzdulzl: The Ilorse Racef, A1155 Fl..v'hC'l' fdictatingj: UNILICLIIHC Sevigne had a son and a daughter. The latter, to whom she gave inost of her love, lived far from herf' Sam Brc.fI41U.' Gee, that's not fair. VVhen I have children, l'in going lo love them all,'I Star! Tookwx' Noble and perfect father. 125 Compliments 0 f MILLBROOK DAIRY C. P. SMITH, Prop. Wethersield Milk for Wethersield People Pasteurized or N azfuml 126 Miss Viets: O'Neil, I think you will joke with St. Peter himselff, Sullivan: K'He'll never see St. Peter. He isn't going that way. Miss Viets: Harold, read your compositionf, Harold: I havenit anyf' Miss Viets: Why not? Harold: You wouldn't believe me if I told youf' Sam Breslav fin Democracy class while discussing Evolutionj: I think we degenerated from the apes. Eddy Bergendalzl: 'LMaybe you didf' Mrs. Bowes fin noisy History classy: 'KI want this stopping talked. Miss Fisher Qthe first day of school, talking to Tommy Sullivanj: French? Sullivan: No, Irish. Salesman: Would you like some nice Horseradish today, lady?', A. DePaolo: No, we havenit any horsesf' White ftranslating in Frenchlz What is 'le canape,? Miss Fislzer: Sofa, Haaser: So fa, so good. Mr. Kierstead: What would I see if I looked into a magnifying glass? Bobby lanes: Whiskers.,' George Cummings Qin class meeting, discussing the pictures for the Elmj: I want all glossies in by March IS. Bobby jones: Where does she live? Taylor Qin Democracy classj: Miss Eames, what's a sweat shop? Iones: A place where you buy sweat-shirts. Miss Van Alen gave Mr. Kendall a magazine which Dimon had been reading. Mr, Kendall, Dimon has been reading this articlef, Mr. Kendall freadingj: 'Lucid Intervalsf Don't tell me that refers to Dimon? Miss Barrett fafter having explained direct pronouns and having writ- ten on the boardj: William, don't you see anything that looks like 'me' on the board? Edgar Coughlin: We need you Iuniors to help make the Ioke Depart- ment of the Elm better. Miss Barrett Qto Caulkins, who is translatingj: Does the ending on that word mean anything to you, Davis? Caullqins: No, it doesnitf' Miss Barrett: Don't let the d-a-m fool you. Miss Manter: What is a round?H Mehegan: Three minutes. 127 C011zpIi111e11fs Of HENRY S. GRISWOLD GRA-RCCK HARVEY B. BRAINERD . I 41 Center Street, Wethersfxeld, Conn Wethersneld, Conn. INSURANCE Of All Kinds Hartford Phone 9-1000 Wolcott Pharmacy 1 H. E. STRASBURG, Reg. PhflI'WZlIlAl'.ff A. C. ROBY, Reg. Pharmacist Prescriptions carefully compounded from Purest Drugs ADDRESS! Box One HARTFORD, CONN. Agency 7'0 Whitn1an's and Hayden Hall Candies. 1 C om plimemfs of W. A. PIKE. Florist 648 Park Street HARTFORD, CONNECTICLT 128 Warner: Miss Van Alen, may I pull down the shade-the sun is in my eye?,' Miss Van Alen: No, shut that eye. Miss Eames fin Democracy classy What are the first steps of a criminal case? Bobby Iones: Catchin' the guyf, Miss Viets: In classifying our books of literature, where should we put H. G. Wells' 'Outline of History' and Will Durant's 'The Story of Philosophy? Baskerville: They should be put on the top shelf and- Haaser: And dusted off once in a while. Mr. Kierstead fDuring radio club broadcastjz lf we get caught transmitting without a license, welll have the government on our heelsf' Traute: That's all right, we can run faster than they can. Ann Hope Cln English classj: As he turns the corner, he hurries clown the streetf' lane Barnard: Is he twins. Sam Breslau: fGetting all hot and bothered over a debate in Democ- racyj: The farmer will have to fourfeet Cforfeitj his contract. Wally Lunalgren: They want me to be draftsman at Club Holly- wood. Baskerville: What do they want you to be?,' Wally: 'LA draftsman, you know, is the fellow that opens and closes the door. lanes flsaboriously sawing a limb from a treej: Gee, this saw sticks! Al Landeen: Must be the sap in the treef, jones: f'Na-a-aw, I guess it's the sap that's sawin' it! Miss Van Alen fAfter an orgy of pocketbook misplacingjc Motten, have you Miss Shirm's purse? Morten: No. Search mef' Hart: Look in his earsf, Stocky: fln Class Meeting, discussing Class Nightj: I move that we invite the faculty to the banquet, because most of 'em won't come, any- wayf' Mary Donahue to Anne Cass Qafter a diflicult algebra problemj: Pat me on the backf, Anne Cass: Whatza matter, itchy?', George Cummings: fDuring a discussion on gang warfare in Democ- racyj: Two-gun Coleman had four shots in him, but he still felt pretty good. Bob White: What kind of shots? 129 4D Start Every Day Right Uhr Lgartfnrh Glnurant DAILY SUNDAY if you Want a better garden ---- plmnf HART'S seeds if you Want a velvety lawn ---- plant HART'S seeds if you Want more beautiful flowers - - - plant HART'S seeds call 9-0247 for real garden service THE. CI-IAS. C. HART SEED CO. 304 Main Street, - Wethersield, Conn. Telephone orders jlronzptly delivererl 130 Class Actor Miss Van Alen ..... Mr. McKniH3 .,........ Miss Viets .,.,.., Miss Eames ..... Miss Inman ..,.. Mr. Kierstead .,,.. Miss Coughlin ..,.,, Mr. Ritchie ..... Miss Ingle ...,,.. Miss Fischer ....... Miss Gometz ....... Miss Proctor .,..,.. Charles Haaser Fred Rust Sterling Tooker William Warner Leslie Comstock Leslie Comstock Robert Iones Robert White Douglas Rankin Robert Iones Paul Cianci Sterling Tooker Fred Rust Alex Carini Douglas Rankin Robert White Carl Haertel Albert Baskerville Leslie Comstock Paul Cianci Sterling Tooker Sterling Tooker Fred Rust AMONG OUR TEACHERS .........,fACut the comedy. ..,.f'Let,s have it quiet. ...,.'gWe'll come to that laterf, at See here, see here. ..... Are you doing this or am IPM it Any questions? ':Come on, you can do it better than that ,.... The same old storyf' nr Now let's get some work done todayf, H . - as Prenez UI1 PCI!! I1'10I'CC21l1 de PHPICY. AK Now, I want you to understand thisf, an If therels one thing I despise-. 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Wells Road, Wethersield PHONE 9-1087 C0mplz'menz2r gf Uhr Gllazz nf 1933 ROUTINE Iim sick and tired of doing things, lust so and so and so, I wonder if you feel the same- Most of you do, I know. Now if you donlt see what I mean, I'll tell you all, of course. If we could only once, just once, Put the cart before the horse. Instead of getting up at seven, All the while the hour hand beckons, Trying to do a minute's work In forty-seven seconds, And hurrying OH to school at eight, fYou've got to be on timej You've got to rush, you can't be late, For that's an awful crime. When you've arrived there, breathless, A minute before the bellg You throw your things in your locker, And rush for your room pell-mell. Th l , by , en come c asses one one ust as the ,ve been before - y , Until you have counted up to three, And after lunch, three more. When schoolls done, youlre free a while, Until youire home once more, Where a hundred tasks await you, As soon as you enter the door. But why bore you all with this, And why waste time in writing? I have a plan to suggest to you. Which may seem more inviting. Why not arise at eight P. M., After you've slept all day, And go to school in darkness With flashlights to show the way? Wouldnlt it seem quite different Instead of seeing the sun, To watch the moon and the stars appear, Wouldnlt it be mo1'e fun? 137 NEWTON-PARSONS CO. Distribzztors GENERAL Q ELECTRIC Al4l4'S'l'l2El4 REFl!lGEl!AT0ll Cwzzzfertial I U, Rgfnglmmn Efet fr If are: Ceeferf Elettrit Illifk Ceeffrf MAIN SHOW ROOM AND OFFICES: 121-127 Ann Street - - - Hartford, Connecticut Phones: 2-0255, 2-0256 BRANCH: 29 Arch Street, - Phone 4557 New Britain, Connecticut We specialize in vfrtzlrtic 87zgrafUz'72g : : YDz'.rtz'netzVve 73rz'ntz'7tg Selected Stationery Y P L I P T O N ' S Pz'0neer.r in Qgttzlitf' 252 Pearl Street at Ann Hartford 138 Of course there would be no electric lights To spoil the atmosphere, And if the lesson were dry and long, Why must you heed or hear? And if you got tired of listening, Why not just rise and leave? I think it would be quite easy, And I'm sure no one would grieve. I know that routine wouldn't seem Quite so dull to meg But there's no use of wishing, I suppose, For something that can't be. So Weill just get along the best we can, With conditions as they are found, And after a few more weeks have passed, We'll be off with a leap and a bound. E. York. NEW BOOKS Written by the Seniors All Quiet on the Western Front ..,.,..,.......,............ ........ B obby Iones Solid Geometry in Six Lessons ..... .,,,.. E ddie Kline Barbering in Ten Easy Lessons ........ .,.,... P aul Cianci My Drag with the Faculty ...,.... ,...,..,...........,... ....,..,..,... S a m Breslav How to Keep That Schoolgirl Complexion .....,.. .,... F rances Griswold How to Use a Dictionary ............. ..................... ..,..... D o ug Rankin How to Raise Dimples .,.........,........................ ,,,... A lice Landeen Florence Murray The Art of Keeping the Neighbors Awake ....,.., .,........... D oug Rankin Leslie Comstock Punctuation in Three Lessons ...., Mary Donahue 139 l 4