Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

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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

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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