Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

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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

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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.

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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