Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 146 of the 1932 volume:

OFF PRESIDENT ..,.. WVICE-PRESIDENT SECRETARY ....,... TREASURER .. ICERS OF T HE CLASS 0 F 1932 Julian Newton Gertrude F. Hammer Marjorie Meier Elmer Gustafson 1 To HARVEY R. FULLER our zzlzflelfsfazfrfilzg prfincijml and adzfiser we reslbecffzzlly rledicafe ffois E1 111. THE CLASS OF 1932 illnrvinnrh OU have before you the ninth publication of THE ELM. lt has been our privilege to record a picture of the many advances which have taken place in Wethersfield High School during the past year. All Who have Worked on this book-especially the members of the business department-deserve special praise in that they have made it possible to publish this ELM under the present conditions. If this ELM worthily represents the ideals of the Alumni and if it in years to come brings pleasant memories of this year, then we shall feel that our aims have been attained and that this book has been a success. THE EDITOR. Us THE ELM Photograph of old print 1870 restored bp Hartford Engraving Co. VOL. IX ILNE, 1952 No. 1 BOARD OF MANAGEMENT I'1I5I'I'UI'l-IN-CIIII'II Iftllcl Ilrmlin. '52 .'I.f.v1'.cmr1f lfrlifnr Della Iiurqxlixt. '52 I.I'I'IfR.'XRY IQDITOR IIclcn Anrlrcws. '52 fl .f,fi,f!r1l1f.f Kzulmlu-n Ilulw. '55 Clumunt Muttcn. '54 Vern IJLIHCJII. '54 ATI ILIQTIC I JIiI'A RTMENT Arthur I-Imyuist. '52 , I,f,f1'xmr1f,f Mary Ihmtlm, '55 Hcrlncrt Ilunicls, '55 ALUMNI lJliI'.XRTMIiN'I' Iimulinc Deming. '52 ,'IS5f.fI:Il1l Inns Willard. '55 ART I7IiI'.XR'I'MENT Iam Schirm. '52 I I,f.v1'.fm11f Tlluoclrzrc Scitz, '52 EXCIIANCIIC IilJI'I'ORS Iszllxcllc Vicino, '52 Niglrjoric My-icr. '52 I5L'SIYI',5S M.XNAfQl'2R IiLlXV1lI'Ll Snmlm'r. '52 , 1.w',fI',1'lLllII.1' Thelma Ilzmly. '52, Cl'i'c'11ll1f1'ul1 Gcorgc Russ, 1422,1f2'l'l'I'fl'Sl'lIg Milton Cllill'IL'I'. '54 Dnvicl Smqkwr-ll. '52 Plulllp l,.1l11ll. 55 Ilurntlly XVulf. '55 SCHUOI. NOTES CICITTLIKIL' Ilnnmcr, '52 f1.S'5l'5f1ZlII Knthrinc Griswulcl. '55 IOKIQ IQIJITOR Icnn Pnplxum, '52 , I,-'xlfmzzf Sn-lwyn Miles. '55 IIQNIOR IIIGII Francis Flops. '55 FACULTY ADVISOR Miss NI1lI'IUI'IC Vicu Pcrlcy Fullcrton, Y'I'l'LI,fl!l'6'f PHOTOGRAPHY FllllCl' f5Ll5IL1l'SUH, '52 May Iirnmlt. '52 COMMEINLQEMENT P R o G R A M CLASS PICNIC: IUNE 17 1932 CLASS Nuzur IUNE 20 1932 GRADUATION ILNE 23 1932 SENIOR REeLP'rroN IUNE 24 1932 X7ALEDIC'I'ORIAN - - ETIIEL HEDIN S,xLL'TAro1arAN - - - DELL.'X BERQIQIST CLASS FLOWER I Red Rose CLASS PARTS Class Grfls Emeline Deming Enlwarcl Sommer Ellen Mzlnikas Elmer Gustafson Class Prophecy May Brandt Thelma Hardy Class Will lean Popham Helen Andrews Class Hfslory Isabelle Vieino Carroll Lynch l LL, l l rl J' XN Noiumx lwriuzir ANDERsoN - NiMMna Why bothern Personals MARY BERNICE AMBRosE - - - SHRIMP She's gentle, kind, and always sweet. As one can see by Mary's activities, she has an interest in a variety of fields. May all who meet her in the business world value her friendliness and good nature. Dancing fljg Art Club QZDQ Hockey Gjg Basket- ball Q2, 455 Cooking Club 44,5 Commercial Club LXGD. Nimmic has been giving many of the boys ad- vice on how to make a million dollars. VVe are all anxious to see how he makes it, for Nimmie never Worries over anything. When it comes to possess- ing a good vocabulary and knowing how to use it in English themes, Nimmie rates ace high. Latin Club fl, Zjg Aedile Qjg Prize Essay Con- test Cljg Astronomy Club C3Dg Senior Hi-Y 445g Art Club Qjg Hi-Y Dance Committee 7 HLLEN Grtxiiyiizyia Axoiugws UI-IELENH Her soul is like zz fmr, and dwells apart Helen is our most versatile artist. for she is an actress, musician, author and poet. Her perform- ance in the Senior Play was superb. Helen's his- trionic ability and originality will make her another Ethel Barrymore. Glee Club Clbg Orchestra CSD, Dramatic Club CS, -U3 Spot-Lite HJ, Prize Speaking Qljg Senior Play C-lj, Elm Board QS, -Hg Dramatic Club Play QSJQ Class YVi GEORGE VV.-XDSVVORTH BARNES - BixRxria For 16215 I speak and what I rp:-uk shall .flzlllllw Where did George get that hearty Haw-Haw that we hear so often? It takes very little to make George gay. His favorite diversions are singing and Democracy. We shall not be surprised in years to come to hear of Singing George, the lawyer. Iunior High Basketball CIM Class Basketball CID, Second Team Basketball Q2, S, 4j3 Varsity Soccer QD, Class Soccer CS, 41, Champions QSM Cham- pion Second Team Foul Shooting CSD, Track Team CZ, Sjg Valley League Track Team CSDQ Rope Climb- ing Team 12, Sjg Art Club CSjg Science Club LSD, Glee Club CSDQ Prize Speaking Qljg Senior Class Playg Democracy Pageant HD. CARL liuxyrrr Bmtoi-.NDAIIL - EDDIE Hail Ihr' fozzqzznizzg lmro CUNICSU Big blue eyes and light wavy hair-that's Eddie. He is our star athlete, who has set a wonderful new record in basketball this year. Eddie seems shy to most of us butfOh, my! these rumors. Keep on smiling. Eddie. Hi-Y CS, 415 Vice-President C-Hg Traflic Squad CZ, S, -Hg Soccer 12, S, 433 Basketball CS, lljg Basketball Seconds Q93 Baseball Q. S, 45, Captain Basketball Varsity Q-lj. 8 lli,Li.,i Lorisia limotirsr HIPELH She rrniizimvl rfxrrzwf and i111.ftcrz ' XVe coulrl always clepencl on 'SDel to be on time uncl to help anyone who neecled help with his sehwol work. You have marle an enviable record at XV. II. S.. and we know that you'll do the same at the State College. Latin Club Cl, 2, 3, 45, Dancing Q59 Sophomore Hop Committee f25: Press Club 1353 French Club CS, 45g Consul of Latin Club Q45g Prize Essay H51 Assistant litlitor ol: The Elm C455 Business Stall' of Senior Play C451 Class Salutatorian. . f l Mn' I.u.i.i.iw l5ii.xwD'i' SSIIRIMP' Good Iflliligf mme in :muff fuzckzzgwy Almost everyone knows our blue-eyed. tempera- mental May. She may be small in stature, but she is big in purpose and energy. She wants to be a nurse, antl we know she will help to cool fevererl brows and meml broken bones very efheiently. Basketball fl, 5, 45g Baseball QI, 2, 55g Swim- ming Cl, 2, 45g Volley Hall C-15, Hockey 15, 453 Dancing Club Q2. 55: Elm Board C453 Costume Committee of Senior Playg Class Prophecy. Cuar. Vrxcitvr liiuwek - HBRINCKIILH fl goof! lff5f705iIfUlIl5 a qualify uforifz hflljllgn Carl is another serious, hard-Workinfr member of B our elass. He has that quiet, half-serious, half- joking anal wholly good-natureel manner which is hartl to resist. Remember Carl we're all for vnu. , i , Commercial Club 15, 453 Interelass Soccer CZ, 3, -lj: Interelass Basketball 12, 5, -l5g Senior Play C-l5. 9 DOIKOTHX' NIATILDA BRUNSELL MDOT You silly souls, Zo act this way Dot goes her own way, keeping most of her thoughts to herself, but she always has a responsive smile, She's a great pal and has helped her class team out often. Dot has strong convictions of her own. Basketball Q2, 3, 455 Glee Club Q155 Hockey N CHARLES DAVIS CALKINS - -Q UDAVEU If music be the foo f y on He is always well-groo 5 d smart in appear- ance5 this is the way at shall remember Dave. In the last two years h a turned to music in his spare time. Keep u Dife. HQ has also shown us how Iohn Gilb s it. 3 Class Preside t 255 Studen Council Ql, 255 Hi-Y Q3, 45, tary i-Y Q , Dramatic Club Q3, 455 V ' r dent Q 55 r ic Club Play Q355 Trafhc Sq , L Vi - resident Q455 Prize Speaking Q ' Latin Club l 255 Glee Club Ql, 2, 355 Doubl Quartet Q455 S 'or Play Stage Manager Q455 1 ling Team Q2, 355 Class Soccer Ql, 255 Varsi occer Q3, 455 Class Basketball Ql, 2, 3, 45, Champions Q455 Class Track Team Ql, 2, 355 Inter High School Track Meet Q355 Iunior Prom Com- mittee Q355 Iunior High Basketball ALEXANDER FRANCIS CARINI - 'SALU f'Sile1zZ as lhoiight in evening confrmpltzfiozzn Alex helped make the Senior Play a success through his ability to manage a stage crew in shift- ing scenery. He is also a member of the Radio Club and has been very active in the Science De- partment. Science Club Q255 Trafiic Squad Q2, 3, 455 Radio Club Q3, 455 Stage Crew Q355 Manager Q455 Class Soccer Q455 Dramatic Club Q455 Secretary-Treasurer of Stamp Club Q455 Varsity Baseball Manager Q45. 10 Rlcimrtn H,xlwi-.s f:I.EASBY - 'KRICHU , t Happy tmz I,' from cure Im free, Why zlffllyf Ihry all 60111611 rl 14415 ny Rieliartl is one o the 5'-g members of our class Il' i u of humt a t wit, which have ea i any a laugh to 'Jple through thc room. ' iartl was xpit member of our stage crew tluring tl ' r lay. Art Club Q55 Cooking Club fZjg Dramatic Club CD3 Stage Crew 12, 5, 4b. .'XI.ICl'. llxiuaxn IUILBIIXG HENINIIIJ, To fic nzrrry fwfr Zvcfouzcs hair 4 . limelint-'s sincere and e arming manner has won her many frientls. iler 'oft brown eyes anal merry smile wtyi them linflfvut her friendliness antl eolor- . ful persoiality Mel them afterwartls. Ditl you like limelhie e Senior Play? VVe tlitl! llaseball C253 Dancing Club Gig Dramatie Club 1-Hg Senior Play Q-ljg Elm Board C-U3 Class Grits Q-ljg Commeneement VVeelc Committee Q-lj. Hl,Ll.N M tin' IJILLINGS uP1i'I'IiU C01111f if Iflc' firxf of ririzwx I0 restrain Ihr? langue Pete is so quiet antl unobtrusive that we tlon't know much about her. She is still a mystery to us, even though she has been among us a long time. However, we are quite aware that she is a good athlete in general and is a whizz at basketball in particular. Basketball tl. 5, -ljg Baseball Cl, 2, 55. Captain CSN Hockey Q5, -ljg Swimming QZQQ Volley Ball 15, -lj, Captain Q-ljg Dancing Club Cljg Glee Club CU 11 i V 4 ARTIIUR ENQUIST INKy fluff ffm Devil bzfbblczi below the Keel-It'5 fzzlmfm, fur! is it Ari? kg In' IC bloncle latl that we all like so well. Ile i. th ' ' ii llertor for the class. If you wish to know h v to epa - runmxat, come and see the sk pper. Trailic Squad Q2, , , ' m Board QS, Mg Science Club Q2,Jg Stamp Club Q-Hg Vice President Q-ljg Hi- Y Q-ljg Class Treasurer QZD. If1.fxRo1.D Rouiviu' Iiiwi-.1. - 'gH.'xRRY I fn-1 no Izcffazgc of 6'0II5L'1.CI1Cl' I0 deny mf' any Meme He has a particular or is it a peculiar yearning to smoke his corn cob pipe when out in company. Anal Girls, heres your chance! He just hates women! He is a good student without making any boast of scholarship. Science Club Q1, Zjg Commercial Club QSDQ Inter- class Soccer Q5Jg Senior Play Stage Crew Qljg Hi-Y Q5, 42. HIV! u I M.xi:sHALL LEACII GARDNER uM.xRsH Always mlqc ifzings' as they come Marsh comes from Rocky Hill. He is one of the unassuming members of our class. Quiet and shy -his way is untlisturbecl. Marshall gives his cal claily attention, and We don't know what he would do without it. Science Club Q2Qg Track Meet Q2, 35. 12 My IZIYIYO1' Qfor galil will 1201 cool or fail Here is a quiet, studious fellow from whom we do not hear much. However, we know that he is an enthusiastic golf fan. We have just discovered talent in his tenor voice. Varsity Baseball fl, 253 Class Soccer C3, 4j, Champions Gjg Science Club f2Qg Class Basketball 125. Roy G1LMoR1e ROY Oh whiz: zz Ncxoizg this school has been Roy is one of the humorous boys of our class, Although he dislikes dancing, he certainly can show us a thing or two about soccer. W'e'll read about him in the sports columns some day. If.-XTHRYN A1.1soN GRULNWOOD LRKAYU Few know her wdl, she is so quiet Here is a quiet, modest girl. We do not hear very much from Kay, but we know she has ability to achieve. Kay is a speedy typist and has Won many awards in her commercial work. Glee Club fl, 2, 3jg French Club Hjg State Typing Contest GD. 13 IRVING VVILLIAAI fiAR'l'SlDE 'KBuT1,ER llzll Sf FILINIORE EVERETT GUSTAFSON 'KGUs Ami if we would Jpezzk true, Much to him if due Here We have one of the pleasantest members of our class. Fil gets along With just ezxeryhorly. He tells us that his ice cream and candy are sports, and we have no cause to doubt him. There's only one thing We should like to know-Where did he get the blush that girls envy? Science Club CZJQ Interclass Soccer C3, 455 Inter- class Basketball C4D. ELBIER EDWARD GUSTAFSON - - L'TUGo1E I may live without poetry or walking, But who in the world can live without talking? Tuggy came to us from Bulkeley in his Sopho- more year. We have been very fortunate to have such a witty and agreeable person in our, class. Al- though he is rather easy-going, we are sure that with his personality he is! bound' to make good. We'll not forget him as the hero of Tons of Money. Glee Club C3jg Hi-Y C3, 45g Traliic Squad C3, Lljg Elm Board C4Dg Dramatic Club C3, 45g Senior Class Treasurer, Commencement VVeek Committee. GERTRUDE FANCHER HANhfIER - - 'KGERTU A perfect woman nohly plrmnefl, To warm, to comfort, and CUWZTIZIJIZQYU Gertrude has been an absolute necessity in our class. She has talent as an actress. Her attrac- tiveness has drawn many a wistful gaze from the girls. In the Work she has done for our class she has proved herself competent, gracious, and, very friendly. Our loss is the World's gain. Dramatic Club CZ, 3, 45, Dramatic Club Play C2jg Glee Club C2jg Elm Board CZ, 3, -lj, Tralhc Squad CZ, 3, 4jg Secretary, Traffic Squad CAD, Class Secretary Cl, 2, 355 Class Vice-President Clljg Hockey Team Cfljg Commercial Club C3jg Senior Play 14 l FLORENCE MARGUERITE HANSON - 'tF1.o Soft moving speech, and pleasing oulward show In Flo we Find many changing moods, but we think of her as someone very real and natural. She has found her own place in our class, and We all like her. We do, however, wonder why Flo is so interested in South Wethersfield. Glee Club 1255 Commercial Club G53 Art Club 135g Dancing Club 425. , f' Q., E,LYl-.R-X CHRLISTINE HKNSON VERA Keep your face to zhe sunshine and you cannot see the shadow Agromhlc' and kind are the words that best de- scribe Vera, although she is in some respects in- describable. Vera has 'been the little bright spot in our class, and we have! found her happiness our own happiness. She is planning to be ace-high in the business world, and we know she will be an asset to some boss. Commercial Club 135g Dancing Club 125. THELBIA ALIDA HARDY - THELLrE This life is most jolly - V, We owe much to Thelly for brightening up the days, for she is noted for her cheerfulness and easy- K going nature. Next year, when she is making friends 'J in Milford, we hope that she won't forget us. Student Council Q2, 3, 45, Athletic Council C3, 453 Elm Board Q3, 455 Basketball Cl, 2, 3, 45, Baseball QI, 25g Hockey C353 Volley Ball C455 Tennis 1455 Class Week Committee, Class Prophet. t x l 5 9 15 v Q au ,i i ,J ,. is CiER'I'RUD1L LoRA1N1z HARR1s iKGERT', Inquiries none she made Gert is a quiet, unassuming girl. Though We seldom hear her, she is always there. At times she is just a little mysterious. A quiet tongue shows a Wise head -don't you know? Glee Club Cljg Baseball fl, 2, Sjg Dancing Club Qjg Commercial Club CS, Hg Hockey Q-U3 Volley Ball Ullg Swimming ARTHUR CLIFFORD HART - HSKIPPERU It is lo be all made of faith and work Art is one of our big, strapping chaps. Ask him if he knows anything about stamps, but first be sure to tie his hands. He seems to have Z1 liking for science. We are confident that he will find success in that Field. Science Club QZDQ Press Club G55 Trathc Squad QS, 455 Inter-class Soccer Hjg Senior Play Celjg President of Stamp Club IDOROTIIY ANITA HEDIN MDOT fl light hear! lives Yong 'We understand that you have a love for motor- cycles. Never mind, Dot, we would all get a thrill from riding one. The Junior Class was unfortunate when they lost you, but We are proud of the addi- tion to our class. 16 DORIS MURILL PA'1'k1c:IA HERROBI MDOT 'illorlcsl as zz Violet Doris came to us this year from Bulkeley. YVe have had little opportunity to get acquainted with her. But those who have been fortunate enough to know her Find her quiet, modest, and friendly. Cooking Club Q-l5g Biology Club Q45. O X f 'Jf gg 4,1 - Ernm. Giamavlevs HEDIN - - HE'I'l'IH She was nzixtress of herself Here is a girl with personality plus, mental ability, and Z1 generous fund of vitality. She has helped our class over many rough places during the last year. VVe shall miss our cheerful, efficient Ethel. Student Council 115, Basketball Q2, 45, Champions 1255 French Club Q2, 3, 455 Elm Board KZ, 3, 45g Editor-in-chief Q45g Spot-Lite KZ, 3, 455 Co-editor H53 Craft Club 145, Sketch Club Q45g Secretary and Treasurer 643g Swimming QZ, 5, 459 Traihc Squad 13, 453 Volley Ball C455 Co-Business Manager Senior Play C453 Valedictorian. Ionx RL'ssELL HEGG.ARD - 'flouxxllf' Spam 111111 wrinklczl care de1'iffe.v Iolinnie has been very quiet and reserved. How- ever, those of us who have been fortunate enough to gain his friendship know there is no more loyal friend than he. He has a sense of humor and a draxvl distinctively his. Vice-President Athletic Association Q25. 17 1' l RICHARD HUNT - - - DICK If these were my folzzlfcrs, or if I :were Ihrir gcizerrzl, we should conquer Ike zU0rIf1 . . ll . Richard is one f thc quieter members of our class. If lL diecidle 'lio do a thing in his Way, no one will cihgnge is mind. Dick isnt afraid of X. Work, either. He possesses a blush to match his determination. Science Club C2jg Intcrclass Soceer C3, 4jg Senior Play Donorm' Er.1zraBE'r11 JENSEN DOT Lmzr11:'1I in all youthful sport: and pastimes Here we have one of the best athletes in the class. She has been conspicuous in all of our school athletics. She is sportsmanlike Wherever she IS. Commercial Club C3, 4Qg Dancing Club CZDQ Baseball Cl, 2, 31, Captain C255 Basketball Cl, 2, 3, 4Q, Captain Cljg Swimming Cl, Zjg Hockey C3, 4D, Captain C455 Volley Ball C4jg Prize Speaking CD5 State Typing Contest C353 Finals Tennis Tourna- ment C353 Glce Club CID. MARIORIIE DORIS IUDSON - 'RMARJU SiIe11Zly sfzc goes llfl' way Marjorie likes sports and has helped win many games for her class team. She has plenty of pep and hands out a great line when she gets going. Art Club C2Dg Baseball CZ, 3, eljg Hockey CS, 415 Volley Ball Cfljg Basketball Celjg Tumbling 18 Froiugxczis IiLlZ.XBl:'I'II KILBY PLO ,l fur' h0lIl'5f pcrsoizx are LCUEI' Man 11z1nzlwe1's XVe best know Flo for her frankness. She has traveled the road over bumps hard and soft. Flo has found her friends in our class who like her bc- cause of her frankness. She is aiming for some- thing high in the business world. As she knows how to stick to her purpose, she will reach her goal. 1'lRl1Dl-1RIQl'Ii RAYBIOND Lewis Lewis Ray is the smiling scientist of the class. XVC know that your winning smile will be missed at XV. H. S. Ray's work with the stage crew of the Senior Play was noteworthy. Science Club Cl, Zjg Radio Club Q2, 3, 45g Sec- retary C5, -ljg Stamp Club C3, eljg Dramatic Club Q3, 4jg Class Soccer Q-ljg Stage Crew Qelj. Dancing QD, Alt Club 7D C.xRnoi.L I. T. Ixx I Cxknou. The lcmicr spoke Carroll is our temperamental boy. He may be very angry one momentg but the next moment, when he smiles, everyone is at his feet. He is one of our best actors, and We consider ourselves fortunate to have had such a convincing Captain Applejackf' Ile will go far in Whatever vocation he chooses. He1'e's to you, Carroll! Sophomore Hop Committee Qjg Glee Club Cl, 2, 353 Latin Club Cl, Zjg Literary Club C215 Trafhc Squad Q2, 355 Treasurer Astronomy Club Cijg Dra- matic Club Q3, -ljg Dramatic Club Play Gb, Treas- urer C-ljg Interclass Soccer G53 Class President Qjg Student Council Qijg Chairman Prom Committee C315 Hi-Y 15, 45, Treasurer Q-lbg Senior Play Q4jg Class Historiang Class NVeek Committeeg Freshman Reception Committee C-lj. 19 To the gmnile of przlienceu Christine is an unassuming person who seems to enjoy life thoroughly. She is always pleasant and agreeable. Whenever we heard a giggle, we knew that she was around, Basketball 115, Science Club 1l5g Tumbling 11, 25g Dancing Club 125, French Club 12, 353 Com- mercial Cluh 13, 45. ALFRED YOUNG LYTLE ---- AL Who said ni ht was muzzle for sleep Al is quite a ni darg during the summer you will always find ' on the tennis courts. In the past year A '1 ecome a prosperous business man. He inte ti o to Davenport, Iowa, to learn to be a C irof tor. .. ' t 'lass SOCCClga,2, 355 Champions 135g Inter- cla asketball 1132, 355 Dramatic Club 12, 3, 45, Dramatic Club Production 125, Treasurer 115, Traffic Squad 135, Latin Club 11, 253 Glee Club 11, 2, 353 Double Quartet 135, Senior Play 145, Class Track Team 1353 Iunior Prom Committee ELLEN MARIANNE MAN1KAs - - 'LNi5LL1E . Iz's :zinc zo be noticed when you are zialaifly nice 1 P! lik: Ellen is one of the 'friendliest girls' in our class. We have all taken a liliiligl to her bcicause of her pleasant manners' an,cl', her interest in everything. Her scholastic rocbid augurs-Qvizelll for future achieve- ment. ax I 'EA pf E A if ' Dancing Club 12 5 Student Fund Cashier 1353 Interclass Baseball 125g Class Gifts. 20 Norm CHRISTINE LYNCH - CHRIS l l M,XRj1JRII1 Gi-oitczivx Mi-.ii-R - - - A'Sis Marry fmzrff do mer' y Q I 4 .-lgrnuzfflz' ancl .fl rv' av the 'ords thi 'best Lle- scribe 'f. She al ys h a smilQ'an appy wor for vc 1 . XVatc nut, Boys! cr ability to flirt ia arousccl envy -' the hurts of many gi s. B cart-ful with those eyes, Sis. Prize Speaking Cl5g Basketball Cl. 25g Dancing Club 125: Swimming C253 Trafhc Squad C3, 455 Elm lioartl C-l5g Vice President Commercial Club Q53 Prcsiclent 145, Sfrrclary Scnior Class II,xIui.x' Aiwiiiiiz NIILLIR - - HIl.XIlX'I'.Yl' Alon of fcw IVOFIIIS are the but IIIFIIH XVe tlon't know much about Harvey. because he is so quiet antl serious. Howexer, we tlo know that we like him because he is so depcntlablc. liy the way, what is the big attraction in Stratfortl, Har- veyf I.atin Club Cl, 25, Latin Club Play Ql5g French Club Q25g Stamp Club Q-l5g Glee Club Ql, 25, Boys' Double Quartet Q5, 455 Trallic Squad 13, 45, Class Basketball Q2, 3, 45, Champions Q-l5g Class Soccer CZ, 5, -lj, Champions 155, Interclass Track Team Q55. Rocut H. Mo'i ri-.x, IR. 'KRoDGi5 O low of first Iorcr, O Divine Roger goes his unassuming way, never in a hurry and always gootl-naturctl. How we shall miss the familiar sight of him and Vera! 4'Woultl that Trinity were Co-eil, he sighs. Best of luck at Trinity, Roger, especially in Latin. Inturclass Soccer Q2, 5, -l5g Interclass Basketball 15. -l5g Latin Club QS, -l5g French Club Q2, 45, Presirlent Q-lj, Tumbling Team 21 v l RUSSELL GEORGE NOREN Oh, meek and quiet .fpirilu Russell is one of the most studious members of our class. You seldom see him and never hear him about VV. H. S. His perseverance, modesty, and common sense are his most notable characteristics. Science Club 125. ILL1.-ix IQEVVTON ---- 'KIUL1E None but hinzself mn be his pr1l'aUeZ Iulie has been one of the most popular students of the class. As an athlete he has been very out- standing for three years. The affairs of our class this year have been guided by his careful hand. We all Wish him loads of success in a big Way. Glce Club 1255 Traiiic Squad 13, 453 President 145g Dramatic Club Plays 13, 45g Inter-class Soccer 125, Class President 1453 Astronomy Club 135g Dramatic Club 13, 45g President Student Council 1455 Hi-Y 13, 455 President 1455 Freshman Reception Committee 145g Commencement Week Committee 1455 Class Marshal 135g Varsity Soccer 13, 455 Captain 145g Varsity Basketball 12, 3, 45. MRUss I'll.LIiN NANXIE OLSON - UIAIICLENU Wifi zz giggfe lhzzl was childlike and blmzzf' Helen is frank, serious, and Witty. One moment she will be giving an honest opinion in some serious cliscussiong then she will see the humor of a remark, and a quick smile spreads over her face. She is an athlete and has supported the Seniors in their hard- fought games. Basketball 11, 2, 3, 453 Baseball 1255 Volley Ball 145, Swimming 11, 2, 455 Hockey 15, 45, Com- mercial Club 135g Glee Club 125, Dancing Club 12, 35. 22 , . 7 ','-. I NfVVv1fvvlff ' IOIIN OYNEILL ---- 'iIAcK How the spirit bfigllffliin Ol How dull many of our classes would have been if We hacln't had Iohnnie to make puns and quips. With your ability and initiative, we are sure that you will go far. Science Club Q2jg Debating Club ffljg Vice-Presi- dent C453 Senior Playg Inter-class Soccer Celjg Art Club 425. RUTH H,wENs PENNY - - - HPENNYH A light heart and cz joy of living are indeed zz blessing Ruth came to us in her Sophomore year. Do We like her? You bet We do! Ruth's delicious humor l1as brightened many a dull class period and con- fused many a weary teacher. Her broad contagious smile will be missed around school next year. ANNA CATHRINE PIERCZYK - - ANN Her ways are those of plaz:zz11lnes: and serenity Ann is one of the quiet, dignified girls of our class who believe that young ladies should be seen -vnot heard. She is always happy and willing to help anyone who requires her help whenever she can. Dancing Club 121g Art Club 1255 Commercial Club QLD. 23 MICH.eXhL QUINTILIANO Ge112Iemefz-this is cz land where Freezionz of xpeecfz ir gz1rzl'anteefI Mike may be sinall, but ohl Life to Mike seems quite O. K., especially in sports, but We often hear this lad saying, Pm the fellow who never gets a break. Well, Mike, you will get a break, and not a tough one, either. Commercial Club Q3, 4jg French Club 12, 315 Tumbling Team G13 Interclass Soccer HD, Cham- pions Iieix F.iLLs POPIIABI - - - 'KPOP' Rcgzu'zi my 1lItllIll00d'l lean, our dignified he-man with the deep Voice, received much praise for his splendid acting of the part of a villain in the Senior Play. His excellent performance in many plays has won for him the title of class actor. He is known also for his keen sense of humor. Latin Club fl, ZH, Dramatic Club C5, 4Dg Dra- matic Club Plays CS, -ljg Senior Playg Traflic Squad CS, LU, Class Soccer Q2, SQ, Class Basketball CZ, 35g Glee Club fl, Zjg Boys Quartet 15, ell, Science Club 121g Radio Club CSJQ Hi-Y Q-ljg Elm Board Cell, Spot-Lite K-lj: Track Gjg lnterclass Track Meet G53 Class YVill 'SMIKEH PIIILLIP PIKXIUI' R.fiND,u.1. HPIIILH I muff float genlly Ilzrozzgh fZlN105f7hEI'E Phillip is one of the few people who can ALVVAYS find something to laugh at. Serious problems do not disturb him, for he is easy-going, carefree, and good- natured. Phil made a splendid butler in the Senior Play. Glee Club Qjg Latin Club Cl, 2, 4Dg French Club 125g Senior Play Q-lj. 24 1 AUDRLY VVAGES RICHARDSON MAUDU A ffiflllll in need Although Arid has been very quiet and reserved around school, we have heard that she likes to 'lcut-up outside. VVork before play seems to be her motto. Audrey did splendid work in the high school orchestra, We all know that in her one can Find a good pal. Basketball Cl5g Dancing Club fl5g French Club 125, Orchestra Q35g Commercial Club Q35g Volley Ball FRAYCLS ALICE RILEY HFRANH When Irish Eyes are smiling Fran is a true daughter of Erin, lovable, carefree and witty. Her humorous nonsense makes the mo- ments pass quickly. Her ambition and her ability to reach it are equally high. Dancing Club 12, 35g Hockey 13, 453 Baseball C55g Volley Ball Q45g Swimming 1455 Commercial Club Q45. IOHN EVERETT Roxrxier. RED Life is jus! zz bowl of chcrriexu Iohnnie has shown much talent as a crooner and musician. Red always has a good tale to tell. He would make an excellent member for Lowell Thomas's l'Tall Story Club. Commercial Club 13, 455 Senior Play f45g Glee Club Ql, 25g Boys' Double Quartet Q3, 45g Senior Hi-Y 445: Interclass Soccer Team Q2, 3, 45g Inter- class Basketball Team Ql5g Track Team CZ, 3, 45, Gym Exhibit CZ, 3, 45g Art Club Q53 Iazz Orches- tra H55 Printing' Club C25g State Typing Contest 435. 25 GEORGE L. Ross - - - 6'RUss The man of life upright George has Worked hard during his three years with us and has done a great deal for the success of our class. We Hnd George an English shark. He plans to enter Boston University this fall, and We know that George can do nothing but succeed. Elm Board 14jg Traffic Squad 12, 3, 415 Commer- cial Club 13, 45, Science Club 125. lN4ARY CATIIERINE RUs'1' :iRUSTY!' I mn mlk and giggle at IQQ same time Rusty has plenty Ypep, v' 1, and vigor.'PIer good nature fimikcsjyjl elc n nywhe . now that whatever s ' par! d he'll ' success. . V5 -' '1 Basketball g Base all UTD, Swimming 12jg Glee Club 1 , 2 , 'ing Club 12jg Commercial Chill 4' ,OCooki 3, 91453 Cheer Leader X IEAN CAROLYXI SCHIRNI EAW Gentle thou mf and Iheleofe Zhee won If you are looking for Iean, just go to the gymnasium at almost any time. She is one of our star athletes and the envy of many a would-be athlete. We think a lot of Iean and her beautiful blush. In her, we have another lsadora Duncan. Tumbling 135g Volley Ball 1425 Basketball 1323 Hockey 13, 4j3 French Club 12, 3, 4l, Secretary of French Club 145, Swimming 13, 4Dg Elm Board 1415 Glee Club 12Qg Baseball 12, 313 Art and Craft Club 14j. 1 ' f 26 l l Tunoooma SIZITZ - 'iTEu Be wise Ioday-'tif nmdness lo drier Ted has been the class artist. 'We also find that when he says Z1 thing he means it. His Hquips and pranks lmve kept us amused. Latin Club fl, ZDQ Art Club l VIYIAX: ELEANOR SKINNER - KLVIVU A mp of flowers Viviun pleased us all with her splendid work in the Senior Play. She is always happy and cheerful, but we advise you not to argue with her. Viv's hair bus been the cause of much conjecture, but we do admit that it isn't red, though it is beautifulfu perfect crown of glory. Basketball fl, 453 Baseball fl, 2, ilbg Hockey CS, 423 Captain CSX Volley Ball Q-ljg Commercial Club QS, 4jg French Club 1253 Debating Club Q4jg Senior Pluyg Glee Club DOROTHY ANN SIXIILTH - DOT fl noble zforl , Iz'11.rI uorthy and kind X Dot is plain Y to be c 1 a nurse. We know that she will ' 'e a good o . Her kindly manner and willingnc to work ll help her a great deal when she gets out in the world. Science Club CD5 Dancing Club QZjg Hockey Q25 Commercial Club Q-lj. 27 i EDXVARD CHARLES SOMMER - - HEDDIEH A giant in Ihonghf' Our chief business manager and such a competent one! We certainly have come to appreciate liddie the past year. His perseverance and determination have helped us out of many ditliculties. The de- pression will be over when he gets into Big Busi- ness. Glee Club Q1, Z, 3Qg French Club Q2, 5, 43g Dramatic Club Q4jg Press Club Q2, 3, 45, Co-Editor and Business Manager of HSpot-Lite Q-lj, Elm Board Q2, 3, LU, Business Manager Q-lj, Senior Play Q-H. Co-Business Manager Q-lj, Class Gifts Q-Hg Commencement VVeek Committee Q-lj, Hi-Y Q-Hg Astronomy Club Q3j, Science Club Qljg Freshman Reception Committee Qeljg Prom Committee QSM Democracy Pageant ALliLIi'I' HOXVARD SPENCER - - BUD He nzzzkes zz solimdc and call: il pears We never hear much from Al. He is serious and studious and very quiet. S'Still Water runs deep. He served as manager of our varsity, and he served well. Best Wishes for success, Albert. French Club Ql, Zjg Art Club Q2jg Baseball Ql, 2, 3-jg Manager of Soccer Q-lj, Manager of Basket- ball Q-ljg Traflic Squad QS, eljg Interclass foul shoot- ing contest Q3, 45, Track Meet Q2, -U5 Interclass Soccer Ql, 2, 3, 41, Champions Qijg Interclass Bas- ketball Q1, 2, 3, 41, Champion GLADYS MAY STERZING GLAD A qzzicl tongue showy zz wire html If you want a friend with a quiet, sunny disposi- tion, just meet our 'iGlad. She is a capable and self-reliant young business woman. French Club 28 Glee Club Ql. 2, 3, 4jg Commercial Club Q3jg IOHN THOISIAS Sruverfs IoHN I shall be mute as all men must Iohn has been one of the many quiet members of the class. He is one of the more scientific-minded students, faithful in the performance of his duty. Aviation Club CZDQ Science Club Q55 Class Soccer fell. KENNLTH RICHARD STEVI-:Ns - - 'LKENNYU 'fHe who has conznzclzrezl has half done his task XVe haven't heard much from Kenneth. He has helped our class in athletics by doing a good piece of work in soccer. Science Club C2jg Interclass Soccer Cl, 2, 3, 455 Interclass Basketball fl, Zjg Tumbling Qjg Debating Club Q-lj. DAN'ID PHELPS STOCKVVELL 'KSTOCKYU His inexzinguisfmblc lczughler strike: llzc skier We were all glad to Welcome Stocky back to Wethersfield. What would We have done if We hadn't had Stocky to transport us from the school to Hartford? His good humor is as broad as his shoulders. Track Team Cljg Senior Play Uljg Senior Hi-Y 1435 Elm Board QLD. F7 -' J rf S if ' ff 'mark-L.. Wifi'-f lv, 4 ' 5 r . ' A Iosizrfu XVALThR Su1.L1vAN lolz My 1215125115 can? be bought We are sorry to admit that we don't know Ioseph well, for as far as wc can see, his motto is 'LSilence Is Golden . XVC know, however, that his talent lies in baseball. THOXIAS JAMES SULLIVAN - - TOMMY My zrifles come as trmsures from my 1nin1z ' Whee-What's that? It's only Tommyg we under- stand that he always wants his own way--whether he gets it or not, we clon't know. Beneath his sound and fury there is a wealth of good humor and kind-heartedness. Varsity Soccer Champion Gjg Interclass Soccer fl, 2, 3j, Champions QSDQ Interclass Basketball Cl, 2, 41, Champions Celjg Interclass Track 11, 2, 35g Central Valley Track Meet C315 Tumbling Team C3jg Science Club Qjg Art Club CZD. Inter-class Soccer 5 43 Inter class Trick 3 4 Ricimnu Worenxrzk Timizris Buren Women bore mc Nothing was seen or heard of him until this year when he was one of the electricians for the Senior Play. Traute is greatly interested in radio. We know that he will be successful in this field. Science Club C255 Stage Crew for Senior Play fills Dramatic Club 30 IMBELLE RITA XYICIYO - 'KIzz1E EHLifir11cy if lbs kcynofe of sllcceff' Izzy certainly has pep and humor. She has con- tributed much to the success of our class. XVe know that she will be a success because of her friendly disposition and determination to Win. Basketball 125g Baseball 1253 Swimming 11, 259 Dancing Club 125g Commercial Club 1355 Traffic Squad 13, 453 Debating Club 1455 President 1453 Elm Board 1455 Volley Ball 1453 Class Historiang Freshmen Reception Committee. IVIURTIMICR HOWELL NVEAWQR - - iiMICKX'i, Y011fh is full of plmmnceu Micky is noisy and always laughing. Maybe it's his Well-known drawl that is so fascinating. We all like him for his Wit and pleasing personality. Micky is very popular with the faculty. Mind you -this is just an inside story. Glee Club 1155 Science Club 11, 253 Commercial Club 1555 Interclass Basketball 12, 35g Interclass Soccer 12, 553 Press Club 125. If'1uim,1ucK I..xwRiexs:1z XVHELAH.-KN 'iFR1Tz May you at-rep: me just as I am Fred is tall, dark, handsome. Girls, beware when he smiles! His love of fun has got him into ll lot of trouble, but he just wouldn't be Fred if he were serious. Student Council 1153 Glee Club 1l5g Science Club 1l5g Commercial Club 135g Traffic Squad 13. -l5g Interclass Soccer Champions 1355 Interclass Basket- ball Champions 1-l5g Track 15, 45. 31 CHARLOTTE IONA WICKS1'RAND - - W1cKx ' Her hand is rmrly and willing Wicky is so pleasant and full of humor that everybody likes her, We can always depend on her for sympathy and help when we are in rliiii- culties. She is very determined of mind, but you coulcln't call her stubborn. NVe like Wicky. Basketball fl, 2, 3, 45, Captain Q4j3 Swimming Cl, Zjg Baseball QI, 2, 35, Captain fl, 333 Hockey C423 Volley Ball UU, Commercial Club C53 eljg French QZD3 Glec Club EDGAR lvlaoxes XVIKE - - - ED A nzmzfzezvbliffzc and !ft'bOlZt1iI'U Ed has beegf ass banker for two years. VVC also hear that he ' a great manager. His work in taking care the Financial ailairs of the Dramatic Club was n worthy. Class 'asurcr fl, 553 Dramatic Club C-U3 Class Basketball , 2, 353 Track Cl, 2, 33g Glee Club il, 21: ior Playg Business Manager Dramatic Club Play 423 Soccer Cl, 2, 5, -ljg Double Quartet QS. 45. MIJRIEL ANGILLL NVILDER MUR1EL Smile and Zhc world smiles with you Muriel has been with us only a short while, she came from H.P.H.S. in February. During her short stay she has made many friends throughout the school. Our only regret is that she could not have been with us longer. When she becomes a teacher, she will gladclen the hearts of her pupils. 32 MONA HILLS WOOLLEY Mons Quia as lfze night, but always zuillifzgn If you have anything that needs to bc clone or want to borrow something, go to Mona. Her'e's hoping her generosity Will carry hcr far. Her taste for good books will provide her pleasure in her leisure hours. Glcc Club Qljg Conimercial Club Q3jg Dues Col- lector fl, 22. 33 Etlilori JUST MEMORIES As they went down the extensive walk that led from the high school, they took one last long, backward glance. What they saw was a beauti- ful, sturdy, red brick building standing high up on the hill, with the blue sky and white clouds poised behind it. I discovered that this was a group of Seniors. Upon further scrutiny, I could see a tiny tear stealing down the face of one of the girls. The others had very long faces. Why should they be sad? What had they to be mournful about? Weren,t they going to graduate, and weren't they leaving those hateful studies to go their way in the world? Perhaps some were going to further their studies, but, anyway, they had finished thus far. Perhaps some were leaving school to go to work, and these young people had all the more reason to be touched on the last day. But why were they so touched when they should be happy? Thereis the catch. They weren't glad they were leaving school. They were thinking, and they were thinking hard-thinking of themselves when they were Fresh- men, and how they had hated those bossy Seniors, If they were Seniors, they would show them something! They were thinking of themselves as Sophomores, and of how they had watched the stately Seniors walking down the corridors trying to set an example for inferior younger pupils. They thought of the time when they were Iuniors and how they had planned their Iunior Prom. They had rejoiced at the end of the year that they were going to be Seniors next term. And then when they became Seniors, they proudly walked about the school feeling very superior. They remembered the good times they had had together, and the bad times, too. They recalled the stern study teacher who made them study when they would have liked to be looking out the window or throwing spit balls at some unexpected victim, and the observant teachers who paraded the corridors during cafeteria periods. All these things were brought to their minds as they took this last glance. No wonder they were sadl The life that this building had pro- vided for them was just a memory now. The things that they had en- joyed there were things of the past. Oh, for a good memory so that they might never forget them. And they prayed to God that the ones who were to take their places would enjoy the four years as they had done. Vl'Ul'HlZ Skf7Z726I', 32. 34 THE ROAD T0 SUCCESS There are many roads in this large world that lead to success. In high school a student starts out on the right road, but does he continue on it? For the Hrst part of his high school training, the student should have his occupation in mind. He should select one or two occupations that interest him the most. The ultimate choice is an educational proposi- tion, and he cannot make it in one day's time or in one yearis time. If his decision is based on a long period of study, he will not regret it in years to come. The wise student uses the experience of his high school training to widen his horizon and to develop the useful powers within him. In school, as well as in the home, he should be co-operative, that is, he should not open the window or use the dictionary without considering other people. He should make himself useful. For example, if any waste paper happens to be thrown on the floor by some careless person, he should pick it up and put it in the waste paper basket. There are numerous other ways in which the student can be co-operative and useful. If a student takes an interest in school activities, such as sports, editing the school paper, selling tickets for a school dance or play, debat- ing, and working on committees, it will be to his advantage. He may participate in his school government, such as our Student Council, such participation would stimulate his growth in self-direction and help him co-operate with other students. By taking a part in school activities, he can learn to be eflicient, cheerful, tactful, courteous, ambitious, and he can learn to use good judgment, all of which are very essential in order to be successful in his life work. The thing to keep in mind is to make a successful beginning. When that has been accomplished, the road to success will not be hard to find. Isabelle Vicino, '32. WHY WE HAVE A FETE ON ARMISTICE DAY Armistice Day! Do you fully realize what this means? What it means to the people? What it means to the United States? What it means to the world? Armistice Day! The United States is not the only nation which celebrated this memorable day, France, England, Belgium, and other important nations celebrate it, the great day which meant the closing of the disastrous war. Soldiers and other people could not grasp its meaning at first. The war was ended! No more shooting, no more poison gas, no more dying buddies, no more groaning, mutilated men and boys. No won- der people could not conceive its meaning right OE. lt was what they had been hoping for, praying for, striving for. Their prayers had been an- swered, the warwas over! Does not this day mean as much to us as to the other nations? Did we not wish for it as heartily as the others? Yes, certainly. Then let us celebrate it also. ARMISTICE DAY! Each time we repeat these two words we use a different tone, one of thrill, one of pride, one of glory, and one of sad- 35 ness. What two other words can evoke these tones? What two other words contain so much meaning? ARMISTICE DAY! The war is over! Ah, thank Godlv fervently breathes the aged mother. '4Thank God, Iohnnie is coming home safe! The war is over and my son is alive! Every new Armistice Day brings memories of the first. Poignant memories! Every new Armistice Day brings the son closer to the mother. The son who might have died! But-ARMISTICE DAY! Armistice Day means this not only to Iohnnie and his mother but also to thousands of others. Why should we celebrate this day, this glorious day with the same meaning of that blessed day thirteen years ago? We celebrate this renowned day to honor those who came out alive, unharmed, and unscarred, to honor those who died fighting, to honor those who willingly gave up sons and husbands, to honor those who came out alive, but maimed, stamped with the mark of war. Many of these men are with us today, striving to maintain a living for themselves and their families. We celebrate this day to make us think of these people who did so much for us, to make us sympathize with them and show them our thanks. These men do not wish to be forgotten, they do not want to go unthanked. Let us show them that we think of them we feel with them we know our dependence on them. We celebrate this day so as to bring back memories, not forgotten but latent, of the warg poverty, distress, sorrow, anguish, death! We do not wish to forget the significance of that war, let it be a lesson to us! Let it be a sad reminder of something we never want again. We need only to think of the last war to know that another one would be the destruction of the human race, of mankind. We need to celebrate this day to urge us on, to give us a spur towards peace. We must go to con- ferences with the idea of peace strongly in mind, with the will to end war, with the spirit to fight strongly for this end. We celebrate this day to set us thinking, thinking about problems and conditions. We do not want another war, we arenit yet over the effects of the last, we must solve the problems, which the war brought about, of the stricken countries. We must think these problems over seriously so that as future citizens we can solve them. Do we want a future like the past? No, and we are not going to have one! This is the spirit we want. We need something to start us thinking. Armistice Day! We celebrate this day to bring out our emotions, which are buried the other three hundred sixty-four days. Let the world know how we feel, through our tears, our sorrows, we can only be brought more closely to- gether. Reticences are not what we desire, we crave ingenuousness. The world wants ingenuousness. Armistice Day helps to bring this about. We celebrate Armistice Day to bring back the memories of old friends, of pals, of buddies. Where is Iohnnie now? There never was a buddy like him and there will never be another. This friendly spirit is what we de- sire. This kindred feeling of brotherhood is what we need. We must not work against each other, we must work together, co-operate, and what can make us attain this feeling more than the memory of buddies and friends? Iohnnie will stick with me through thick and thin. I'm not alonef, These thoughts are in the minds of many people. Armistice Day has brought them out. 3 3 36 We celebrate Armistice Day to bring about unsellishness. It is a line tonic to get one's mind off oneis self, there are others in the world, also. Poor Granny Ryan, whose Tim died in the war-we do not honor her half enough. I shall have to do something for her. These are the thoughts we want. Armistice Day Celebration will bring them to you. The celebration of this day must be an inspiration to every writer, poet, and painter. What writer, when he looks at the veterans, at the wounded, at the stalwart young men, cannot be inspired to write thrillingly and forcefully? What poet, when he notices the glances and smiles that pass between comrades, cannot be inspired to write gripping poems? What painter, when he glances at the uniforms, both bright and faded, when he glances at the faces, both young and old, when he sees the glimmer the dying sun casts on the brass, cannot paint a wonderful picture? After an Armistice Day celebration how can we help but go home with a quiet, reverent feeling, which makes us think of the past and the future? This quiet feeling brings us into closer contact with the people of our nation, with the people of other nations, with God. At the end of the day may we each have this prayer: Oh, God, I give my prayer to someone else tonight, to anyone who desires it. May his wishes come true, may his fears vanish, may his hurts be healed. Help him to go upward in every way, help him to be stead- fast, loyal, and true. Give him wisdom, O God, to see the way clearly, to mount over the obstacles, to travel the road of peace. Make him thankful for Armistice Day, the answered prayer of mankind. D. Wolf, '33. CONNECTICUT VALLEY When the Lord made the world He made Asia, Africa, and Europe, and last of all He made North and South America. He made the Americas with special care, for there the nations of the world would finally come together. When the Lord was making New England, one of the little angels asked that he too might make a state, so his master let him make Connecti- cut. As the little angel shaped the rivers and built up the mountains, his cheeks were red with excitement, however, when the work was nearly finished, there was a large hollow and the material was all gone. The little angel was overwhelmed with confusion, but the Lord took him kindly by the hand, and drew from the folds of His mantle some of the stuff of which Paradise is made. He fitted it into the hollow, and that place is our beautiful Connecticut Valley. H. Cooley, '33, WHAT IS IT ALL ABOUT? Sometimes I wonder if God wants us to be sophisticated and to ignore Him as so many do today? Why is there so much scofling at important duties, customs, conventions, and religion? Why can we not be as mod- ern as tomorrow and still not lose our moral sense? 37 Some people tell us that we never do anything bad because we are cowards and do not dare to do anything new or different because we are afraid of what people will say. It seems to me that it takes more courage to be good nowadays than ever before. Certain modernists call it freedom if all barriers and restraint are let down. It is the strictness of conventions and religion which has kept the world from losing all of its moral equilibrium and has played a great part in bringing out the good and the genius in men. If these so-called sophisticated people would keep to themselves, little harm would be done, but when they meet those who are young and innocent, they are not satisfied until they have ridiculed and laughed at the person's duties in school, business, and church, until they have torn down that person's ideals and left him wondering if he should not turn against all that has helped him so far, and take on the hard veneer of sophistication. Has this feeling of self-sufficiency been prevalent only in our time, or has it been known to all ages, and will it continue in the future? I do not speak of the sophistication common to older, well-educated, and urbane people. This sort of sophistication is almost synonymous with wis- dom. It is rather to this sudden wave of superhcial knowledge and feel- ing that has swept through the members of the present generation that I refer-a sophistication that has left them not half so becoming or amiable as they might be. Is it the result of the machine age that makes them feel that they no longer need mother, father, church or God to protect and guide them? In the face of such an attitude we are helpless. How can we cope with such an evil if, when we try to make others understand that their way has always lost, they laugh in our faces and tell us to wake to the modern idea of living? It does not seem to me that such flippancy and irreverence is being modern. To be bad is not new. Our clothes, our speech, and our customs can be new and yet not lose all the simplicity becoming to our age. The moderns tell us that their idea is based upon simplicity and directness. But it is a distorted simplicity, polished and glistening in its hardness. To think too much about such a condition would drive one to in- sanity so that all we can do is to wait for the outcome and to try to do our best to overcome it, although in this procrastination we find no peace of mind and are constantly disturbed by new eruptions of sophistication. All of which makes me ask, What is it all about? Shall I be able to stand out against the deception which I hate?,' Kathleen Hope, '33. THE USE OF OUR LIBRARY The library during the past few years has been used freely as a study room. There have been, to my knowledge, seventh, eighth, and ninth graders studying with those of the senior high group. Due to the fact that the pupils of the lower grades have not been taught the fundamentals of study hall conduct-or if they have, the lesson has passed unheeded - their attitudes necessitate the librarianls apprehending them. This of course 38 disrupts the whole study period for those who really go there for the pur- pose of studying. It is, in some cases, an utter impossibility for a librarian to conduct a study period properly when a few unruly ones are present. Therefore the suggestion is made that the pupils in the lower grades should study in a room or rooms other than the library, apart from senior high groups. Let the use of the library be set up as a special privilege, a goal which each individual should be encouraged to attain. If a pupil is well behaved in a classroom, he should be allowed the privilege of using the library, but if he abuses that privilege, he should not be permitted to use it unless he proves to his classroom teacher that he is wholly capable of self-govern- ment. There should be positively no shooting of rubber bands, throwing wads of moistened paper, unnecessary shuffling of feet, whistling, and many other petty misdemeanors common to youthful miscreants. A list of stringent rules should be posted on the bulletin board in the library and should be in every classroom. The attention of each pupil should be called to those rules, and the teacher or librarian should see that the rules are not violated. Pupils who disobey these rules should be punished by the student body, at the direction of the principal, of course. There should be a permanent librarian who would do nothing but take charge of the library. There should be an understanding between librarian and pupil for the mutual benefit of both. The librarian should teach pupils to return books taken from shelves, to stack magazines neatly, and many other essentials of an orderly library. Are the books so generously donated by our respective alumni associa- tions fully appreciated by the pupils of Wethersfield High? l'm afraid not. There are several beautiful sets of books which should interest the dullest of fellows. Get on to yourselves, fellows, and cultivate a real appreciation with some self-respect, then you will realize what old W. H. S. is trying to do for you. Fred Whelahan, '32, MUSIC Although music is called the language of the universe, very little is known about its origin. The ancient Greek believed that music began by imitation of bird- notes. Some believed that music had its origin in the voice of nature- the sound of the wind, the brook, and the sea. This belief has been argued by M. Laloy, who says: The wind has no fixed pitch-the song of the brook does not proceed by intervals, the symphony of the forest or the sea mingles tones and chords in hopeless confusion. Contrary to what many people believe, the human voice was the First musical instrument, although flutes date back to prehistoric times. Music probably started through imitation of sounds and the use of various sig- nals. As the human being became more conscious of the capacity of his voice, he put tone and pitch into his hunting signals, into his war cries, and into his crude undeveloped speech. Even then, music was beginning to have influence. 39 There are many ways of expressing music, from the intensely primi- tive beat of the tom-tom to the complicated music of the symphony or- chestra. The present symphony orchestra is a fine example of a highly evolved form of musical expression. Arthur Elson makes an interesting statement concerning the origin of instrumental or symphony music. He writes: 'KWind whistling in reeds would suggest Hutes, the beating of a branch on a hollow tree might readily have suggested drums, while the twang of the bowstring, or the dried tendons of the legendary tortoise, must have led ultimately to the harp and lyref' The symphony orchestra consists of such instruments as the Hute, oboe, bassoon, cymbal, triangle, violin, cello, harp, and drum. These simple instruments when under the hands of skilled performers who are, in turn, directed by a great leader, can evoke a response from even the least sensi- tive person. Three of the most widely known leaders of symphony orchestras are Serge Koussevitsky, Leopold Stokowsky, and Walter Damrosch. There are a few others of almost equal importance. The Detroit Symphony, Philadelphia Symphony, Boston and Dam- rosch Symphony orchestras rank among the leading orchestras in the world. Those who cannot hear these great orchestras when they are in our city can hear them over the radio. What a privilege! It is an unforgettable experience to hear Tchaikowskyis Sixth or Pathetic Symphony, or Wagner's Prelude to Lohengrin QVision of the Holy Grailj. The Vision of the Holy Grail is filled with color and a shimmering beauty, more spiritual in quality than much of Wagneris music. Of unusual beauty and power is the Pathetic Symphony. Tchaikow- sky had the underlying melancholy of all Russians. Often this melancholy turned to deepest despair. The first movement of the symphony is filled with sadness. Then there is a march-soul stirring, tumultous, intensely rhythmic. The final movement is an Adagio Lamentoso CA Tragic La- mentj. It speaks of grief, loss and tenderness, and draws to a close in a solemn chanting requiem. I take these two great works just as an example of what symphony music can be. When one has heard the music of The Masters performed by a great orchestra, one is loath to return to reality-therein lies the power of music. It makes one forget self-gives new life! I will write briefly of other well-known composers of orchestral music, composers we should know. Franz Liszt is the man who caught the pathos and fire of the Hun- garian Gypsy and set it to music. He lived for a while among the wander- ers and grew to know them. Their tenderness and pathos will be found in 'iLove's Dream - their fiery, care-free roving spirit in his famous Hun- garian Rhapsodief, Almost everyone knows the music of Schubert. Chapin in his book Masters of Musicn describes Schubert perfectly: f'Schubert was not one of the giants of music. He sang simply and naturally like a modest brown bird hidden away in a thicket. He was the song bird of music and Bee- thoven was the eaglef, Beethoven wrote the most powerful music of all time. His music can 40 be both powerful and fiery or sad and wistful. One of his most famous symphony creations is his intensely vivid and colorful Erocia. His beautiful Moonlight Sonata and Sonata Pathetiquew seem to come from God. Perhaps Beethoven was the instrument of a Great Power. Mendelssohn's music is known for its smoothness and polish. He is best known for his orchestral and piano compositions. The Midsummer Night's Dream overture with its violin effects and fine romantic color is a favorite on symphony programs. There are two kinds of music-that which appeals to the emotions and that which appeals to the intellect. Negro and Indian music is intensely emotional. So was the music of primitive races. Our jazz is somewhat of that nature, although perhaps more sensuous than emotional. Symphony music inspires a response from both the emotional and in- tellectual parts of our natures. Liszt is emotional -all famous composers were emotional, else they could never have written such inspiring music. They had to have a finely developed sense of beauty and color and har- mony to balance their intensely emotional make-up. They had to have much of the spiritual and idealistic in their nature. All these things are shown in the music that they have left for us - a truly wonderful heritage. The beauty and meaning of music is slowly beginning to be recog- nized in this country, but Europeans are far ahead of Americans in their love and appreciation of real music. H. A., ,32. ON WRITING Mankind has expressed itself through writing from time immemorial. The works of the great Greek and Roman writers have been handed down through the centuries as cornerstones of literature. They have enlightened our minds with truly great passages, have enabled us to understand better the age-old problems of Religion, illuminated the otherwise obscure views on Philosophy, and have laid bare many mysteries of life at a time which would have remained an unknown period had there been no expression through Writing. Writing is a medium through which man is able to express his emo- tions. It therefore stands to reason that theme writing should be taught in all branches of education. True, some are more versatile than others, more eager to sit right down and cover pages and pages with ideas and viewpoints. Others are completely at a loss as to what to write when a theme is assigned. Why is it? We do not know, except that it is only natural for some to be more gifted than others. That is true in any type of expression, whether in art, music, poetry, or writing. A command of language is gradually acquired as one becomes accus- tomed to writing. His vocabulary increases, and his mind develops as his interests become diversified. A broader general knowledge is gained. Man's innate sense of beauty is expressed through writing as through art. Take, for instance, Goldsmith's description of a lovely little country town in his Deserted Village , or Scottis inimitable style of describing the 41 rugged Scottish Highlands in '6The Lady of the Lakef, Likewise, the thrills that come when one sees a lovely child sleeping, a beautiful sunset tinting everything with molten gold, or a beautiful fawn bending her slen- der neck to drink the cool waters of some forest pool, are all capable of being expressed by the pen. Are not awe-inspiring subjects such as watching humanity surge by when in a large city, or feeling the pound of gigantic breakers and hearing their incessant roar never to be stilled, on some lonely peninsula, or watch- ing a piece of engineering that is being executed, expressed through writ- ing? At one time or another, man feels the desire to write. Why not ex- plain to him all the advantages of writing themes? Show him how in- valuable it is to have a command of language. Illustrate how he may H11 the lives of others with happiness at present unperceived. Can we therefore omit this most vital item of our education? Most certainly, no! May our adventures with our pens be most fruitful! Lois V. Sclzuefer, '33, AVIATION Aviation, as seen by many people of today, is one great, glorious adventure in which any fool may break his neck. Many people go into aviation with the idea of being praised and cheered just because they are fliers. Actually aviation is a perfectly safe and sane business, by which both men and women earn a living just as in any other business. The old days of crack-ups every day or so are gone by. Airplanes and engines have been built up to a very high stage of perfection, and new methods of manufacture are being developed toward greater safety in all phases of aviation. Aviation is hindered a great deal just because old term firmcz likes some people too much, and they wonit get off the ground. W'hen asked if they wish to take an airplane ride, many persons maintain that they would if they could Ukeep one foot on the groundf, Why and where would anyone get such a wild idea of aviation? There are people who go around making fun of and enumerating the dangers of flying, but nine times out of ten these people do not know what they are talking about. They ask what could be done if the motor cuts . You have wings under you, haven't you? Why not use them? Glide down to a suitable lot near by, and there you are. If no suitable lot is near by, land in the trees. There you have a nice springy field to squash into. The average flight is flown from a thousand feet up, so you would have plenty of time to come to a good place. Airplanes are being built now to go places in the air and to land or take off in short spaces. When looking up reports in the i'Aviation,' magazine, I found the statement that about one person was killed to every five million miles traveled. There is a record I do not think you will find beaten by automo- biles, not by a long shot. Accidents due to motor trouble have been greatly diminished by the strict inspection which all aeronautical personnel must undergo. When your motor quits on your car in some out-of-the-way place, you can not glide a mile or two as you can in an airplane. 42 There are many interesting sights from an airplane other than the general surroundings. In the evening you may see two sunsets, or you may ride high above a thunderstorm and watch the world below catch cats and dogs while you sit up and bask in the sun. When people start in learning to Hy they wonder, many times, wheth- er or not they will have the nerve to go up alone. In my own case, my instructor just got out and asked me if I were all right. I said, Yes,w supposing he wished to know if I were cold or not. When he told me to get going,', I was so surprised that I forgot to wonder whether I could do it or not and 'igot goingf, I got a big thrill out of my first flight and my first landing. After that I just felt swell to think that I could finally pilot a plane, at least enough to land without cracking up, after a long time of wishing to do it. When you make your first turn on your solo, you feel kind of queer when you do not get sharply repri- manded for making it too sharp or too flat. After that, however, you go on at a quiet pace of about ninety miles an hour and make your landing. After your first solo, you gain much more conhdence in yourself and feel better. The only thing I thought of as I started to settle in for my landing, was that here was going to be a good landing or three thousand dollars worth of plane shot! However, no such thing happened, so I guess the landing was all right. Anyway, here I am with old man Atmosphere at my feet. I hope you will all have a crack at this great business and sport, aviation. If you ever go flying, here are a few tips. Be relaxed, do not ride stiffly. If you do ride stiffly, you are apt to get tossed more than if you sit relaxed. You also feel comfortable when you are relaxed. Have faith in your pilot, leave it to him to set the ship down. If any one tries to prevent your flying by telling you how hazardous it is, tell him to go jump in the lake. Tell him I said so! Raymond Dexter, lr., '33, CICERO AND DISARMAMENT Though Cicero was brought up in a military country and received the usual military training, he was a peace-loving man. In his speech in defence of Pompey he wanted the latter to be made a general in the territory of Mithridates so that peace might be restored. His main point in this oration which supports militarism is to bring peace and comfort to certain people of the Roman Empire. Though he supported militarism, peace was always the end for which he worked. As is seen in his orations against Cataline, he did not want to resort to open warfare because it would be to his credit to conquer in the garb of peace, and when he did put down the conspiracy he exulted in the fact that he had conquered in the toga of a citizen, and not in the mail of a soldier. In his oration in the defense of Archias he showed that he was a scholar, and that warfare was repugnant to him while study was delightful. It is easy to see how a man of this temperament would not be a strong militarist. It is curious that Cicero, such an outstanding statesman as he was, would not take pleasure in warlike affairs as did most of the able- bodied people of his time. I have spoken already of the fact that Cicero prided himself on having conquered as a peaceful citizen. Indeed Cicero 43 could almost be sent as a delegate to a peace conference today, and his principles would coincide with those of the outstanding disarmament advocates. He would rank with lane Addams, the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize, I think, because, to strive for peace in a warlike country like Rome, was a great achievement. This country has just recovered from a big war and is not looking forward to another war at present but Rome was always at war, or at least the fact that sticks in our memory longest is the wars of Rome. Therefore, a disarmament man in those times would be doing much more for peace than a similar person of today could accomplish with the memory of the Great War still fresh in the minds of so many of us. For this reason I think that Cicero was one of the outstanding peace leaders of the world. Roger H. Nlattcn, Ir., 32. THE MITHRIDATIC WAR AND THE SINO-JAPANESE WAR A marked resemblance to the Mithridatic war may be seen in the present Iapanese war. In the Mithridatic war Cicero pleaded for the Roman people to protect the interests of the Romans in Asia, where the land was being terrorized by King Mithridates. Cicero also wanted the Romans to uphold the reputation that they had gained for protecting countries that were friendly to them. In the Iapanese war the people of the United States wanted the U. S. to go to war to protect the American people in China. Also they wanted the property of the citizens of the U. S. to be defended from the attacks of the Iapanese forces. Cicero wanted the people to send a strong man Whose very name would frighten the king of that country. He wanted the people to send a man who would not need to resort to great battles to uphold his word, but a man who would have so much fame as a fighter that the enemy would not want to fight with him and would be willing to make terms with him. That is the same general principle as that of the belligerents of the U. S., except that they wanted a country, to step in finstead of one manj They thought that the U. S. and England would step in and defend the rights of their citizens, and they believed that Iapan would not want to Hght with the U. S. and England and would thus make terms. Roger H. Motten, Ir., '32. HOW ABOUT SOME TREES FOR THE SCHOOL GROUNDS? Nothing is so bleak and cold as a building that is not surrounded by green trees or shrubs. The addition of the shrubs last year was a marked improvement to the appearance of the front of the school. More trees on the lawn would make the building more home-like. A good plan would be for each graduating class to plant a tree. This would be a lasting memorial to the class. As we are celebrating the Bi-Centennial of Wash- ington this year, we should start the work at once, for Washington was a nature-lover, and planted many trees during his lifetime. Maples, oaks, elms, and beech are good shade trees for the lawn. How about it? - 44 Liierar qi Dc arlmenf l IIN T X' I fn WW E Br' V1 :mmm ,fa T00 LATE Mrs. Iames VVinter sat in her elegant home awaiting her husbands return. He had taken some of their guests to the station. She was idly listening to the radio and thinking of the dinner party she had just given. It had been an elaborate affair, as usual. Her table had looked lovely, and the food and wines had been the choicest obtainable. The people had been carefully chosen and had been agreeable to each other. Lance Cary and his wife Laura had not Htted in so well as the others. As Ianet Winter thought of Lance, a sigh escaped her. She recalled so plainly the Lance of ten years ago- tall and fine-looking, with a charm- ing, boyish smile. She had been twenty-two then and Lance twenty-five. They had been secretly engaged, at that time, however, Lance had been only a poorly paid clerk who could not afford to marry for a while. Then Fate in the form of Iames Winter interfered. He was a wealthy man about forty years old. His money attracted Ianet, and, when after a brief acquaintance, he asked her to marry him, she readily accepted. Lance went away for a few years and then returned. A short while after his return he married Laura Waite, a quiet girl with lovely gray eyes and a sweet smile. He did fairly well in the office, but they had a hard time getting along after the children came. Ianet had asked Lance and Laura on the impulse of the moment, an act which she now regretted. They had come. Laura wore a simple green evening dress, but Ianet noticed that her shoes seemed rather worn and her jewelry was inexpensive. Lanceis tuxedo smelled of moth balls, and his hair really did need to be cut. One incident stood out plainly in her mind. They were at dinner, Lance beside her and Laura at the other end of the table with Iames. Ianet spoke to Lance pleasantly, saying, Well, Lance, Laura surely is a sweet girl. 45 He glanced at his wife, and just at that moment Laura looked up at him. Ianet remembered too clearly the look of understanding and love that passed between them and how tender Lance looked when he said simply, 'fYes, shels a dearf, It was only an instant, but in that time Ianet saw plainly how much they meant to each other and how much they had gone through for one another: Laura scrimping and saving, making over clothes, and going without many feminine luxuries, Lance giving up smoking so that they could use the extra few cents for something else- taking his lunch to work, while all the other fellows in the ollice bought theirs. They loved each other and were glad to do these things, and sharing the realities of life so deeply, brought them closer together each day. Soon after dinner, the Carys left, giving a rather vague excuse. It was clear to Ianet that they were glad to get away from her house and her friends. In thinking of Laura and Lance, she realized that they really lived while she only played with life. At this moment Iames came in, interrupting her thoughts. He greeted her pleasantly, and for a time they talked about the party. Then there was a lull in the conversation. They could hear a man,s voice crooning the words to The Little Things in Lifef' 'glust a little room or two will more than do-a little man and wife - thatls if they're contented with the h-f' Ianet shut the radio oil with a bang, then turned apologetically toward Iames to explain but he waved his hand airily and said, HI donlt care for that piece myself. ltis O. K. for poor people to listen to stuff like that, they need it. I'l1 take a nice house like this and plenty of money to keep it up. Arenlt those your sentiments, Ianet?M 4'Yes,,' she answered brightly, HI should say sof' But she lied, and in her heart she realized it and knew it was too late to find the truth. Emeline Deming, '32. MODERN YOUTH It was a cold, rainy day in late October. The old mansion on the Hudson seemed more than usually somber and dreary. The rain beat unceasingly on the long French windows of the big library. Before a blaz- ing fire in the grate, sat an old man in a huge armchair. His chin was sunk upon his breast, and he appeared to be sleeping. This old man was Mr. Edward Marsland, a retired broker, who lived with his widowed daughter, Mrs. Iames Mallory, and her daughter Ioyce. Between Ioyce and her grandfather there was nothing in common. Mr. Marsland was of the 'gold schooln, proud and intolerant. Ioyce was thoroughly modern. It was natural that the two should clash, and they did. As the big clock chimed the hour of three, the old gentlemanis head came up with a start. He had not been sleeping, he had been thinking about the evils of modern youth in general, and his grand-daughter in particular. Out 'til three this morningf, he sputtered, and here it is three in the afternoon and she is still sleeping. Sleep all day and play all night. That seems to be the motto of the present generationf' 46 As he snapped out the last sentence, the library door opened and his grand-daughter entered. Ioyce was a tall, fair girl of eighteen years. She was not pretty, but she was very striking in appearance. She was dressed for the street. The truth of the matter was that Ioyce really admired and respected her grandfather very much, but she was weary of his ceaseless nagging and sarcastic fault-finding. She often hid her hurt feeling behind an outward veneer of disrespect and Hippancy. 'AI-Iello, Father Timef, she called gaily as she entered. '4Are you still thinking on the evils of the present generation? Really, you are too amus- ing, sometimes. Father Time, indeedf, growled her grandfather angrily. 'iYoung lady, you and all your cronies are flippant, disrespectful, young idiots. If I had my way-3' Yes, yes, I know all about it. Ilve heard it enough times. If you had your way, we'd all fry in oil probably. Well, I didn't come here to argue with you. Ilm looking for motherf' i'Your mother is out. I declare she is as bad as you. I never see either of you more than three hours a dayf' HThat,s O. K. with me,'? muttered Ioyce to herself with a quick grin. Aloud she said: Well, please tell her that I'll be home for dinner. Toodle- oo, old dearln She grinned again impishly and went out. Mr. Marsland sat alone awhile. Finally he said aloud, Well, well, Ioyce is growing to be a big girl. She certainly looks like a fine, upstand- ing young woman. But there! Iim getting soft-hearted again. She,s a Hip- pant young upstart. So she isln and he shook his cane angrily, as if to assure himself of Ioycels unworthiness. A few minutes later Mrs. Mallory came in. She was a large, hand- some woman, of some forty odd years. She advanced graciously into the room. Good afternoon, fatherf' she said pleasantly. Where is Ioyce?,' 'iOutl', K'Oh! Well, thatis good. I want to talk to you about her, anywayf' i'Don,t talk to me about Ioyce, raged the old man. Father Time, indeedf' Mrs. Mallory smiled. She did not mind the frequent clashes between Ioyce and Mr. Marsland. She was used to them. She paid no attention to her father's outburst, but went calmly on, 'KYou see, father, today is Ioyce's birthday. She is nineteen years old. I am going to give her the old Marsland necklace. She is old enough to have it.', Go ahead and give it to herf' said her father. But when itls lost, don't whinef, Mrs. Mallory shrugged her shoulders. 'iOh, I don't think she will lose it. There is an imitation paste necklace that goes with it. And, besides, Ioyce has some initiative, you knowf' ulnitiativel Bah, I say! There's not enough initiative in the lot of them to supply a month's old baby. But go ahead and give it to her. Mrs. Mallory sighed. She knew it was hopeless to argue with her father. She generally did as she pleased, anyway. She only asked his advice because she knew that it tickled him. Such is the way of a woman with a man. That evening after dinner, the three members of the household were 47 again in the library. Mr. Marsland still sat in the chair, with his back towards the two women who stood in the center of the room. And so, Ioyce,', said Mrs. Mallory, 'Tm giving you the famous Marsland diamonds. I know you will treasure them as the generations of Marsland women before you have treasured themf' Saying this, she clasped the beautiful necklace about Ioyce's equally beautiful throat. Ioyce was visibly moved by her mother,s action. She put her hands upon the older woman,s shoulders, Mother, I-you-they-you're a brickf she said impulsively. Her mother laughed and said, Thank you, dear. VVhatever a 'bricki is, I'm sure it's a compliment. And now my dear, Ilm going out to a bridge party. Are you staying home this evening? I really think you should keep your grandfather companyf' Ioyce laughed, and answered, I imagine heill be charmed with my company, but I'11 stayf, Mrs. Mallory left the room. Soon from the front of the house could be heard the slamming of a door and the whir of a powerful motor car as the lady of the house was whirled away. In the library, there was an uncomfortable silence. Ioyce glanced at her grandfather, and slipped quietly from the room. She was back within a few minutes, however. She still wore the necklace. The silence grew more and more uncomfortable. Ioyce sauntered over to the table. Sitting on the edge of it, she idly turned the pages of a book. The only sounds in the room were the rattling of the book leaves, the snapping of the fire, and the steady beat of the rain on the window. Ioyce glanced at the man before the fire from time to time. I-Ie seemed un- conscious of her presence. Suddenly one of the French windows opened, and a man stepped in. Neither Ioyce nor Mr. Marsland saw him as their backs were turned to- wards him. His overcoat collar was turned up, his cap was pulled over his eyes, and in his hand he carried a revolver. Sorry to disturb you,', said the strange man sarcastically. As he said that, Ioyce whirled around facing him. Mr. Marsland gasped and fell back in his chair. The shock seemed to have been too much for him. The intruder gave one glance at the helpless man, and then turned his attention to Ioyce, who stood cowering against the table. Her hand had involuntarily flown to her throat and upon the Marsland diamonds the greedy eyes of the burglar were fixed. Young lady,', he said, advancing toward her, your mother is a very foolish woman. When she gives away diamonds, she should not announce it in the papers. It might attract, er-gentlemen like myself. Ioyce seemed to have lost all her gay nerve. She was trembling like a leaf. The man reached out a hand toward her. Don't touch mef, she gasped. f'I,ll give them to youf' With Hngers that shook, she took off the necklace and handed it to him. The man glanced at it hastily, and slipped it into his pocket. Bowing mockingly, he said, 'KI donit think 1,11 stop for anything else tonight. This was almost too easy. I expected from your reputation that you were some- 48 thing of a scrapper. But I guess you're like all women-words. He backed to the window, and, bowing again, disappeared into the rain. There was silence in the room. Ioyce sighed and walked over to the fireplace. Brave girl, aren't you?', sneered her grandfather from the depths of the chair. Didn't even put up a fight. Oh God! if I had only had the use of my legsf, Ioyce laughed softly. She was very nervous. She spoke in jerky tones over her shoulders. '6Listen, and I'11 tell you a secret. The Marsland dia- monds are safe in the wall vault upstairs. Those were the paste ones. I changed them when I went out of the roomf, Good heavensf' she said passionately, turning around, do you think I would have attracted that manis attention to the real necklace by putting up my hand like that? Well, you certainly do think Ilm stupid, don't you! Mr. Marsland stared in amazement. Ioyce came and stood in front of him. Her Hippancy had returned. Well, she said gaily, my little adventure has quite unnerved me. Guess I'l1 retire. Good night, Mr. Sherlockf, She bowed and strolled out, whistling. Mr. Marsland stared after her. 'iSuch nervef' he said. c'That girl has enough nerve for ten girls. I always knew she was all rightf, After a few minutes silence, he said softly, g'There must be something in this Amodern youth,' after allf' Charlotte Wfclqslrand, ,Sl ELLIE'S MEMORIES It seemed as if Ellie's whole life were wrapped in memories. This statement does not mean that Ellie constantly looked back and never for- ward. On the contrary, looking back over the years caused her to strive to make her life still happier in the future. She could rest against her imaginary wall, which was made up of the happy moments in her child- hood, and thus gain strength to Fight for more joy in the future. Ellieis vivid imagination and keen memory could build pictures for her of strange, far-off places in distant lands. Ellie's speech was colorful because words seemed to come as quickly to describe the picture as the pictures themselves. On warm summer afternoons Ellie would often drift back a few years in her mind. She could remember the first few visits she had made to the Seashore when she might be given a handful of pennies which she immediately spent for ice cream or candy. The remembrance of the old black bathing suit which she had had to wear and which she had dis- liked very much, brought a smile to her lips. Even in the heat of summer she would think of skating. She could remember the first time when she had been allowed to use a pair of skates, owned and coveted by the little girl next door who had been Ellie's friend all through her life. She could re- member walking or running to school on cold days. Slight incidents which had occurred in her grammar school days were very clearly kept in her memory. She could recall how everyone liked to bring his lunch on rainy days and eat it in the large assembly hall. 49 Music could awaken memories in Ellie. The stirring melodies played by bands always recalled the parades which she had witnessed as a child, standing beside her mother and feeling the beat of the drum in her small breast. No one had ever bought a balloon for Ellie on such trips. One selection of music which she later learned to recognize and to love, 'KNar- cissus, always brought back to Ellie the days when she and her sister with their two playmates, who lived in the brown house on the right, danced in the old barn to the music which they did not recognize as a masterpiece. Some music reminded Ellie of the orchestra playing in the High School hall, of the death of her brother, of the dances she had attended. On cold winter days, just as the shadows were lengthening and the sun was casting its crimson rays over the white fields, Ellie could think of other days which she had spent in the same way. At this time, too, she would think of summer and the possibility of great happiness which it contained. She would think of swimming and make vague plans to in- crease her ability. Ellie sometimes reproached herself for idling some of her time in dreaming of days gone by. Yet her memories were so much a part of her that she would feel as if she had lost a dear friend if she could not remem- ber the happy, amusing little incidents in her life. Whether it was right for Ellie to think so much of the past she never knew, but she continued to store memories in her mind so that she might call upon them at any time and have before her a picture of the past. K. H., '33, JUSTICE It was a warm summer evening and four middle-aged doctors were sitting on a porch talking shop. They were a fraternal group and were entertaining each other with stories and incidents of their careers. In re- sponse to a story just told, one of them broke out with this remark, K'That's interesting, Charlie, but I think I was mixed up in something that will beat that, though. Do you fellows remember back in 1925 when they were building the new Waverly College Chapel? No? Well, then I'll have to tell you about the chapel before I go any further. UThe chapel is large in comparison to the size of the college, but it is one of the most beautiful college chapels I have ever been in. As I remember, the nave is about eighty feet high. Iam not sure, itis a long time since then. The roof of the chapel is either cedar or stone, but the Hoor is cement, though it probably has been covered since then. But this is the important part. About half-way up the walls there are enormous windows that continue upwards to the place where the roof starts to slope into the peak. The windows are extraordinary for their size and beauty, and for other reasons. Well, back in 1925, when they were just putting the glass into those windows fit was Winter, and they couldnit do much elsej, the whole town of Waverly was shocked one morning when the gVVaverly Town Crier, came out with headlines proclaiming the death of a glazier who had 50 been working on those windows. It went further and said that the man had been sick for quite a while, and they blamed his fall from the scaffoldings to the cement floor below upon this sickness. The paper said that he was probably too weak to watch his footing carefully enough. Naturally enough as the whole town was directly or indirectly connected with the college, the citizens were shocked. They could not realize how anybody working on a project that stressed the safety of its workers so much as that one did, could possibly fall and kill himself. Neither did I. I couldn't seem to get it through my head that a man had been actually killed. 'KThat night it was cold, and along about six o,clock it started to snow. The light snowfall soon turned into a driving, blinding blizzard-a bliz- zard that drove the snow against the windows like hail. The wind caused the whole house to shake and then quiver ever so slightly as the eerie wind whistled oFf into the night. No small wonder that when about eleven o'cl0ck two men rang my bell furiously and wished to take me out on a case, I was a little reluctant. One of the men was a Catholic priest and the other told me later that he was a lawyer. The lawyer urged me to come quickly. gl-Doctor, there's a man dying. It's a question of life or death, and there is no chance to get him to a hospital through this storm, so please hurryf he panted. 'KThe urgency of the man and the call of duty won out over the cold and storm. I jumped into my hat and coat and grabbing up my bag, I dashed into the storm with the other two men. They led me to a waiting car and right there began one of the wildest rides I have ever had in my life. The going was bad, in fact, almost impossible, but that young lawyer drove as if he were on a concrete highway in broad daylight. That ride was a nightmare. We went roaring down a narrow street-a sickening lurch - a jar- a swinging skid -a sudden stop -a jar to the other side - a flashing of blinding lights-darkness, and all punctuated by the in- cessant driving of the snow and wind. Then suddenly I was thrown vio- lently forward as the car drove into a drift-the engine sputtered-then coughed and finally died. 'Sorry, Doctor, we can't get any farther. We'll have to run, but it isn't far. Come on,' shouted the lawyer. Grabbing up my bag, I followed the men through the snow. A little ahead a great black mass began to take shape-scaffoldings-walls-a roof-and a tall tower that stretched up into the darkness and the storm. As we approached, we saw a lantern being swung by a man standing in a great door. Everything was vaguely familiar, but I could not place it. lust as we reached the entrance, a great bell boomed out half-past eleven. Then I realized that I was at the entrance to the Waverly chapel. uAn old and decrepit watchman, hurried by the priest and the lawyer, guided us into the nave of the chapel by means of a smoky lantern. The lantern cast a fitful glow into that vaulted room. It seemed barely able to push back the darkness, the darnpness, and the night. On both sides of us scaffoldings stretched toward the ceiling. Farther down, at the base of one, was a dark heap that moved ever so slightly. Towards this I hurried. It was a man, and there was a dark stain on the cement around him. A brief examination showed me that there was no hope for him. It was a question of minutes or half an hour at the most before he would die, so I mo- 51 tioned the priest to perform his duty. Iust as he started, the man, a middle- aged Italian, looked up and whispered, 'Waitl I confess! My story hrstl' And this is the story as it was told to me that night in the chapel. My name-Pasquella Guiseppi. My work-glazier. You know con- tract for build this chapel was give to Marinellif' fHe paused and tried to gain his breathj They no union Hrm. There-there no work for me, but when time come I go to Mike Marinelli and say, 'Mike, how's the chance of getting a job as glaZier?' 'I can give you no job. It takes a whole Hrm to put in the glass. You no could do yourself. Go see other boss about jobf So I go to see other boss and he say, 'Are you a union man?' 'Nof I say. 'Then we can do nothing for you. We take on our payroll only union man. 0 I-I-I-I go. At this point I was obliged to stop the man. His voice had rapidly grown weaker and we were hardly able to hear him above the storm. I knew that our only hope in getting the rest of his story was to have him conserve his strength. In a few minutes he was able to continue and he went on thus, though panting. Couple of days later the union boss send for me. I-I-I go. 'I change my mind,' he say. 'One of my men get sick. I let you work if you tell no one for you are non-union.' So I go to work for t'ree--four days. Then the other man come back and he say--he say-he say to me, 'Hal You lose your job now'. Here the man again broke down, and I stopped him till he could re- cover slightly. Soon he was able to go on, but his voice was very weak and the raucous breathing seemed almost to tear his body apart, but he continued. So I lost my job, but it was not fair! It was not fair! this voice rose almost to a scream, but the shrieking and squealing of the wind drowned him out and his voice dropped to a whisperj. 'I know that-that-that if he get sick again-I-I get his job-steady. So-so-I fixed the scaffold so the boards would tip-so-so-so he would fall, but I no tink he would kill himself! Nol- No! -I did not mean to kill him! He wailed and shrieked as he clutched at the priest. He tried to move, but he fell back. Here he was again forced to stop because of lack of breath and because of pain. While we were waiting, it seemed to me that I saw Hgures in among the scaffolds. The wailing of the wind became the dying shriek of that treacherously fouled man. Then suddenly Pasquella con- tinued-'But he was dead, and I had to have work. I have wife and kids. No one would suspect me and the union boss would take me on again, so I steal in here tonight to unfix the boards to make them safef It was amazing the way the man gained strength. He spoke clearly. as though he was afraid his voice would crack but this sudden strength showed me the end was not far away. 'Up there I begin to think. I thought I saw him down there in the scaffold. The wind shriek-I thought it was him-I see the watchman? shadow-it look like him, only there are many of them and larger. Thev shriek-hands claw at me. Then some snow through the open window 52 ns -catch me. It feel like a dead hand-I scream-I jump and land on the fixed board-it tip and send me to the Hoor, and I land where- he-land. HEREV He veritably screamed as he clawed wildly at a dark ring on the cement floor-a ring the workmen had not had a chance to clean off. Then with another terrible scream, he fell motionless. I was at his side in an instant. He had ceased to breathe. Clement G. Mozften, ,34. RUSTIC FENCES Have you ever thought of looking closely at fences along country roads? If so, what did you see? If you havenlt, what do you think you would see? It is not difficult to imagine the true appearance of fences if you have not noticed them, but if you have noticed them, did you not see beauty as well as ruggedness in their contour? There are fences which are called snake fencesu. Usually they mark the boundary of a farmer's land. Often as not, a colt, horse, or cow is seen rubbing its nose against the rails, or trying to get its head through the rails to nibble some grass or sweet weed on the other side. And yet more attractive are the straight rail fences, gray with weather, posts worm-eaten and tipped a bit with age. In the Spring the robins, with their bright breasts and lusty voices and the bluebirds, with their brilliant blue coats and cheery spring calls, are chatting on the old storm-worn fences that look grayer and more weather- beaten against the fresh green grass than they did against the white and crystal of winter. Soon Summer arrives, and the fences are half-hidden by the tall ferns and daisies. A small boy, with his customary straw hat and fishing-pole, may be seen sitting on the top rail dangling his brown, bare feet. In va- rious places, the bars are down at night so that the cows may go home. Before you know it, Autumn is upon us. The fences are convenient gathering places for the birds which are assembling for the trip South before the cold weather arrives. The posts and top rails are covered with crimson ivy, and are banked with blue asters and goldenrod. Finally Old Man Winterl' appears on the scene, and the fences once gayly bordered with flowers are crowned with snow. Sometimes they are hidden under deep drifts or are glistening with countless diamonds of frost. You have probably never noticed the old rustic fences, but if you do consider them, you will undoubtedly be able to imagine the pic- tures which I have painted with my pen. Margaret Bidwell, '33, THE LITTLE BLUE DRESS The noise of a slammed door and Helenls weeping were the only sounds to be heard in the Halifax household. Helen lay curled in the big arm- chair, one fist pounding it violently and the other pushing back the damp curls from her face. Ted! How could he-and then to go out slamming the door! 53 I-Ielenis whole world had caved in! The pretty blue dress, the one with the puffy sleeves and odd little bows- she would have to give it up. At this thought she burst into a fresh torrent of sobs. She had saved and scrimpedg she had worked her fingers to the bone, and now she couldn,t even have a new dress for Easter because Ted couldn't afford it. Ted had taken Mr. Hamlon to the concert. He had bought the tickets with the money for her dress-his business required it. Business! Helen just shrieked. All she heard was business, save on this, scrimp on that, give up everything for Tedis businessl And then to have Ted rush out of the house and slam the door, he hadnit even kissed her good-bye. The first time! He didnit care what she looked like-and on Easter Sunday, too! She went about her work cheerlessly, stopping now and then to wipe away an escaping tear that she couldnit hold back. Ted could do as he pleased, she would show him. That night Ted came home to a cheerless, cold meal and a tired, hurt wife. Heavens, Helen. After a long day at the office, I think I might have something decent to eat at home. This house looks as sloppy as a-as a barn! Itis not this way at the oH'ice, itis -'I OfHee! Don,t you dare say that word to me again. Go and live in your oHice. I stay here and slave and slave -I' She ran sobbing out of the room. Ted frowned. What was the matter with Helen? Iust because she couldnit have a new Easter dress, she neednit take it out on him. VVasn't he doing everything he could? He finished his supper and did the dishes. Nine oiclockl Ho! Hum! Might as well go to bed. Helen, Huh - Helenf, He knew perfectly well that she wasn't asleep. Well, let her sulkg she needn't expect any sympathy from him. Meanwhile Helen sobbed quietly into her pillow. He wasn,t going to kiss her good night! He didn't even pull her over, she couldnlt bury her nose in his shoulder and feel his comforting arm around her. What was the matter? Had their marriage been a failure? Oh, no! She really loved Ted and all his dearness. He really was nice. 6'Ted,', a plaintive little voice cried. A'Ted.', The only answer was a snore. How could he! Didn't he remember that he hadnit kissed her and that he had hurt her? Maybe he didn't love her. The next two days were the same. Both Ted and Helen were touchy, over-polite, and hurt, each wanted the forgiveness of the other. Helen hadn't realized how lonely and dark night could be. Ted hadn't realized how much Helen had done for him before and how cheerful and com- forting she had been. Perhaps she really needed a dress. He knew which one she wanted-the little blue one. Easter morning came clear, mild, and bright. Helen and Ted awoke to the chiming of church bells and the sweet smell of blossoming flowers. Ted-Ted, dear. He turned over and smiled that crinkly, boyish smile of his. Oh, honey, Iim sorry. I couldnit wait, everything is,- She murmured the rest into his shoulder. She hadn't remembered how comforting it was, how big and strong. Ted hadn't remembered how small she was, how tiny and trembling. 54 UAW, honey, it was all my fault. But everything is all right now. Come-let's see what the bunny brought us.', Funny Ted. Every year he had hid her basket and she his. Last night she had hid his secretly, wondering if he were going to hide hers. She gave his hand a squeeze and followed him into the other room. KNOW, I'11 start you off. Go that wayf, and he gave her a slight push. UCome on, you're getting warm. Oh-not that way. Hurry, honey, open your eyesln Not that big boxl It couldn't bel She looked at him questioningly. He smiled and motioned her to open it. It was-oh-it was the little blue dress! Ted had bought it for her. Blue dress, paper, string-evcry- thing was squashed from the big hug and kiss that she gave him. D. W., '33, AN INTERPRETATION OF HAMLET At the University of Wittenberg, Hamlet had lived in a world of thought, idealism, and philosophy. He had spent his whole life in an atmosphere of learning and meditation. His unusual ingenuity of intellect made his perception far deeper than that of the ordinary people at the court of Elsinore. Hamlet, a dreamer, highly intelligent and sensitive, was a philosopher inclined by circumstance toward pessimism. Although Hamletls nature was that of a scholar, he had not secluded himself from society. He made friends easily and was loved by all the people. Claudius admits: The other motive, Why to a public count I might not go, Is the great love the general gender hear him. It was natural for the people to love this pleasant, interesting, and refined young man. He was everything a young prince should be, calm, friendly, and moral. He was their Prince Hamlet, and they were proud of him. Hamlet had studied at the University for so many years that he lived in a world of thought. He had reached the point where planned action was utterly impossible. It was necessary for him to reflect upon a subject from every view point, as a result, he acted from impulse rather than judgment in those rare instances when immediate action was forced upon him. The first sign of his impulsiveness was shown when Hamlet was speaking with the ghost. Thoughtlessly he exclaimed: 'KHaste me to know't that I with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge. Immediately after the departure of the ghost, we see Hamlet, deeply melancholy and bewildered. It is dillicult to believe that this man is the impetuous prince of a few moments before, but we realize that he has spoken only from impulse, and that he has little in him to spur on his revenge. We learn that Hamlet really had the desire to act, but was pre- vented by his contemplative nature. His unstable will wavered between complete idleness and Hts of excited energy. 55 The knowledge that his father had been murdered caused a deep sorrow and pessimism to take possession of his spirit. He blamed not the particular, but the general. He blamed not a particular person or event, but declared that the time was Hout of jointf' He referred not only to his mother's weakness, but said: UFrailty, thy name is womanf, Several times, through irony, Hamlet gave the exact reason for his own failure. To Horatio he said: By the oler growth of some complexion Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular faultf, In a soliloquy he mentioned: some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event. Although Hamlet was fully aware of his own weakness, he could not overcome it and come forth normally into a world of action. To Ham- let, the duty of avenging his father's murder was a mountain to be moved. For him, the plotting and planning of a murder was impossible. He had no one- to turn to, no one to confide in, no one to urge him on and tell him what to do. Therefore, in order to give himself time, in order to ballle the spies which he knew were in the court, and because his whole moral nature was deeply disturbed, he decided to feign madness. Also, he may have feigned madness to keep himself from becoming mad under the severe strain, for he felt that the burdens of the world had been laid on his shoulders. He began to find delight in taunting the people of the court by his irony and wit. His new way of letting out his pent-up feelings fascinated him. He could now stand aside and watch the rest of the world act. He can be compared with a child who has found out for the first time that he can delay a duty and that there is no serious result. Hamlet was fas- cinated because he could delay, and there was no one to reproach him. On the other hand, his conscience upbraided him for being dilatory. Even before Hamlet had begun to feign madness, he had expressed his desire to take his own life, but he Hrmly believed that the Everlast- ing had fixed his canon 'gainst self-slaughter. He wondered whether it was nobler to go on living and bear all his sorrows or to Htake arms against a sea of troubles. He admitted that he would have ended it all except for the fear of life after death. Hamletls philosophy was that a manls lifels no more than to say 'One'. Ultimately all people are put in the ground for the worms to eat, and afterwards it would never be known in most cases whether a person was noble or lowly. When Rosencrantz and Guildenstern came to Hamlet, he was sin- cerely happy to see them. He began to feign insanity in their presence only when he suspected them. Their minds were so inferior to his that he had only to exaggerate to make them believe he was mad. Their visit caused him to realize more fully than ever his lack of faithful friends. Now, even his old school friends were not loyal. He bitterly blamed him- self for delaying the avenging of his fatheris murder, but in keeping with his character, he invented the excuse that he could not be certain that 56 the ghost was that of his father. When his great opportunity to kill Claudius did come, he covered up his weakness by the excuse that the king would go to Heaven if he were killed while praying. Thus, I-Iamlet's opportunities for revenge were missed through his inability to act. The murder of Polonius was the first of the series of tragedies due to Hamletis inefficiency in practical matters. Without any deliberation, he stabbed at the curtain, not knowing who was behind it. The second mis- fortune was the madness of Ophelia, caused by her father's death and by Hamlet's desertion and madness. Gertrude, his mother, also met her death because of his procrastination. Then, the impulsive Hamlet, still unchanged in character, furiously stabbed the king. Thus, Hamlet at last avenged the murder of his father, but at the cost of many lives including his own. What misfortune for a philosopher to be taken suddenly from school where philosophical meditation is essen- tial and placed in a world of action where 'Athinking too precisely on the event is fatal. Della Berquist, '32. EXPERIENCES OF A COOT It's a grand feeling to wake up on Monday morning after a strenu- ous week-end of parties, to find that the first thing that pops into your head is gym at 8:35 oiclock. As if it were not hard enough to hop out of bed after about four hours of sleep and get dressed in time so that you can have breakfast before you go to school instead of on the way, you must dwell on the torture that you will undergo when you arrive. Five minutes after you enter school, the bell rings for first period. What do you do but make a bee line for the shower room? While you are trying to open your locker, some thoughtful person comes dashing by and knocks you halfway down the aisle. You give her a look that is grouchy enough to knock her down. After you succeed in opening your locker, you waddle down to find a cubby-hole in which to dress. Yes-just as you expected-everyone is taken, so you have to share one. A blow to your modesty! lust as you are about to untie your shoe, what do you hear but a whistle followed by the words, Hurry up, you're slow. One more min- ute. In the attempt to get there on time, you dash into class tying your sneaker, pulling up your socks, and making a futile effort to smooth a week's wrinkles out of your suit. But what good does it do? When the teacher asks you when you took your suit home last, you may be em- barrassed. Oh, what a start. You are then made to race around the gym until you puff like a worn-out locomotive. Then tap dancing, apparatus, or beauty exercises! What a break. If it's tap dancing, you feel like an elephant trying to be graceful, if itis apparatus-well, I won't try to make any comparison, and, if it's exercises, you may decide that you don't need beauty im- provement. Maybe it wouldnit be so bad if God had given you the gift of flying or dancing feet instead of Hat feet, fallen arches, and a talent for awkwardness. How I, personally, have lasted all these years is beyond 57 -l-- 4.47, Y me. I don't believe Einstein with all his brain power would be able to compose a theory that would explain it. To get back to the torture: there is the bell for showers. Imagine scraping off a comfortable dayis dirt. The water is either so cold that you spend the rest of the day shivering, or else itis so hot that you feel as though you had just returned from a trip to the Equator. What a pleasant sensation! When you go back to get dressed, you find that your very considerate room-mate has merely put her wet feet on your clothes that were left care- lessly on the floor, or perhaps she has put on one of your stockings. Maybe you don't have to pinch yourself to keep from uttering a few words that would turn the shower room upside down and shock the most modern youth. There's the whistle again. 4'Hurry, girls. One more minute before the bell. When you leave the shower room, you look as if you had been through the war and feel as though you had been through, well, never mind. Anyway, you are awake for the rest of the day. Now don't think for a minute that it is the teacheris fault that gym is so depressing, for she is one of the best and most interesting teachers we have had. She told me the other day how discouraging it was to think she had me first period. One could hardly blame her. Gym is all right if you like that type of action, but 'Ts tiredlv Thelma Hardy, '32. SNEEZE THAT OFF Mr. Parmore was a member of the Hblustrous foursomev at the Hay- ward Country Club. They were four elderly gentlemen whose waistlines showed the effect of an easy life and money to burn. They were a familiar scene to all club members as they trudged along after a little white sphere, their belated caddies struggling mightily with the huge bags. Mr. Parmore was probably the worst player among them. He was usually good-natured and did not mind losing the numerous bets on their ames. g One warm day in August they started out as usual. Their stocks had gone up, and the bets were large and numerous. Mr. Divot, Parmore's opponent, was inclined to be grouchy that day as a result of a severe head- ache. He was losing money rapidly and finally decided to bet some stock against two hundred dollars, on the last hole. Mr. Parmore was on the green in three, but Mr. Divot did not fare so well. He was in a trap on his third shot. Mr. Parmore,s caddy was inclined to be a practical joker. On this day he had a small box of sneezing powder. He had spilled some on his handkerchief and now, as he drew it out, he spread the fumes around both Parmore and himself. Karrumph!,' They both sneezed violently just as Mr. Divot swung his club. Without watching the ball's course he turned savagely and ex- claimed quite angrily, You cheatf, Mel a cheat?,' answered Parmore. Yes, you!,' was the retort. You did that on purpose to make me miss my shotlu 58 The argument waxed long and heatedly until Mr. Divotys caddy came forward timidly and interrupted them. NEXcuse me,,' he said, but your ball went in the hole thenlw Mr. Divot was so astonished that he could hardly support himself and could not bring himself to accept the money which he Won. It was rumored that a certain caddy was generously tipped that night, but then, can we believe all we hear? Ask the caddy! Francis Hope, '35. GAMES WE LOVE NOT T0 PLAY-PING-PONG Ping-pong is played with a small celluloid ball that rolls under chairs and sideboards and a racket that the player invariably crabs about unless he has bought it himself. Rackets are made of wood and faced with rub- ber, sand paper, cork, or plain wood. All of them make it equally easy to hit the ball under the net or out of the nearest open window. If there is only one ball in the latter case, the game can become a howling success as far as I am concerned. Ping-pong is for people with moderately quick reaction. People with sensationally quick reactions suggest pinochle or rummy when someone proposes the game. Ping-pong is also called table tennis. I call it mad- ness. It is called table tennis because it is played on a table. No table to satisfy two opposing ping-pong players simultaneously has ever been in- vented. The tables are too fast, too slow, too long, too short, too high, too low, too glaring on the eyes, placed in the Wrong corner of the room, improperly lighted, or all of these combined. Ping-pong players as a class are very modest. They admit that they can beat anybody when on their game and let it go at that, practically never claiming to be on their game. This makes them good losers. There are two winning types of ping-pong, the fast game and the slow, steady game. Either of them is equally effective against people who have never played a game before. In a fast game you serve before your opponent is ready, and add one point to your score between each four rallies. In a slow game you object to his service fwhich is invariably illegalj, and call his winning shots out fmaintaining the noise he had heard was the ball hitting your racket beyond the tablej. Ping-pong is a great game for wet weather. Manuel Goldberg, '33, THE RANGER The sunrise had always given Iim Hardy a thrill. When a youngster, he had chosen the east room so that he would wake with the sun. I-Iow often he had seen the sun come up over the horizon, tinting the clouds with gold and crimson, and driving away the cold, dreary, unfriendly gray of the night. Now, as he knelt by the fire, cooking his breakfast, he raised his head and watched the great disc of color slowly rise from the distant hills and start its ceaseless journey through the Heavens. 59 He listened for the songs of the birds that he knew would come to eat with him, for the birds and the animals of the forest were his friends. He whistled a few notes of the chickadee's song and was presently re- warded by the appearance of a small Hock led by Apache, so named be- cause he could be distinguished from his Hock by a patch of red on his breast. He was the only chickadee that lim had ever seen that had mark- ings different from the black, gray, and white that distinguish this curious and sweet family of our feathered friends from other birds. lim drew from his pocket some crumbs and held them in his hands. The flock, chirping their gratitude, settled on his arms and hands and com- menced their accustomed meal. While the birds were feeding, a stranger strolled into the little camp. He was dressed in the approved manner according to Eastern sport- ing goods, stores and carried a riHe. g'Ah, good morning to you, my friendf, said the man, seating him- self on a log, I see you have visitors this morningf, i'Howdy yourself, stranger,', replied Iim, rising to his feet and care- fully inspecting the man, Yes, I make it a point to have a few birds eat with mef' Taking the cofffee pot from the fire, he added, Had your breakfast yet? Pretty early for you to be wandering around in the woods alone. Hunting in these parts?,' No, I haven't had time to breakfast as yet. You see, while waiting for the cook to prepare the meal, I thought that I would take a walk to stimulate my desire for food. Seeing the smoke from your fire, and being of a somewhat curious nature, I decided to find out who my neighbor was. I am with a party of friends who desire to shoot turkey, and who also wish a shot at a deer or two. You are welcome to eat with me, strangerf' said Iim, I have a very fine venison steak taken from a buck that I shot yesterday. That with b' ' ' sr iscuits and coffee will set you up.. l . ' Thank you very much. I will accept, if, in doing so, I do not de- prive you of your own breakfast. By the way, I am Alfred H. Silverton of New York, said that gentleman, while extending his hand. I am lim Hardy, at your service, replied lim, shaking the other's hand. I am one of the rangers of these woods. You probably have met oth ' ' ,' ers in the course of your trip. i . No, this is only our second day out. We left Line City yesterday and camped over that hill last night,', said Mr. Silverton, pointing to the rise in the ground as he spoke. Good place to camp,', agreed Iim, passing his guest steak, biscuits. and coffee. UGood water and plenty of dry wood. That your permanent camp? Yes, I believe so if the hunting is good heref' Best in the world for deer, turkey, and goose, replied Iim, helping himself to more steak. There was silence for a time while the two men attended to the serious business of eating. There was a murmuring sound above as a slight breeze gently swayed the tops of the great pines. The chickadees had disap- peared at the appearance of the stranger, but, due to their curious nature. they soon came back to eat the scraps that lim threw to them. A squirrel chattered somewhere overhead, as if inquiring who had the right to tres- 60 pass on his domain. A jay in an old oak screamed back, and soon there was a great chattering and screaming as the squirrel and the jay scolded back and forth. Sounds like a couple of women I know back in the big city,'9 ob- served Silverton, as he finished drinking his coffee. The creatures of the woods are like humans in many waysf' said lim, who had commenced to scour the dishes with dirt. Why, in the name of all that's wonderful, did you choose this out- of-the-way place to coop yourself up for life? demanded Silverton, bring- ing forth his pipe and making himself comfortable on the log. It,s a funny reason when you come to think of it, observed lim, looking up from his table of dishwashing. '6When I was in school I was undecided as to what to take up as my life work. I was a pretty good student in the sciences and had about decided to go to college and con- tinue my studies in that field. I had also a great love for nature and, above all, I loved the woods with its birds, animals, and flowers. There was a small wood to the west of our place. I knew every tree, rock, and bush by the time I was eight years old. I even built a hut there as a refuge from storms. One day before I was graduated-it was the last of May if I remember correctly-one of my friends and I were hiking. It was very warm that day, and we had a touch of spring fever so we stretched out under a clump of cedars and went to sleep. While I was sleeping, I heard a voice calling. I arose and saw some- one standing beside me. He motioned to me to follow. I was taken to a place by a beautiful brook, on both sides of which were tall trees and beautiful flowers. Birds were nesting in the bushes, and animals were in the trees and running about on the ground. I saw large trout jumping for Hies in a pool of crystal clear water. Shafts of sunlight filtered down be- tween the leaves of the trees to touch the violets and other wood flowers that were in bloom. In a thick tangle of wild grape vines a wood thrush whistled his clear, cheery song to his mate, who was sitting in her nest close by. There was an atmosphere of peace and contentment that over- whelmed me. The scene suddenly changed. I was led to another place. What a gruesome sightl As far as the eye could see there was nothing but black- ened objects-stumps and trunks of trees that had been destroyed by the fire. The brook was dried up. Blackened carcasses of birds and animals that had tried to Hee from their most feared enemy were to be seen here and there. My guide led me to a place where there had once been a homesteaderis cabin. The family had been surrounded before they could get a mile from their home. A few blackened bones showed where they had bravely met their death. The sight sickened me. I begged my guide to take me away. 6' iRemember well what you have witnessed, Iames Hardy, for you are one of those who are selected to give all you have to preserve the forests, and all nature that inhabits the forest, for the enjoyment of your fellow men. I awoke as a different person. I turned to where my friend had lain down. He was still there. The sun had begun to settle in the western sky as we made our way home. On our way I told Frank what I had dreamed. At first he didn't believe me, but when he saw that I was seri- 61 ous he said, gIt is a strange dream, but I have heard of others who have found their correct place in life by just such a dream., 'KAfter I left high school, I took a course in Forestry at one of our Eastern colleges. I stood highest in my class in all electives but Hunked English. I was politely told that unless I brought up my mark, I should be forced to leave. I left. 'SWhat did you do then?,' asked the interested Silverton. The only other work that I knew and liked. I found a job as farm hand near home. I worked there two years and then came here. For six years I have lived in these woods, and every time I see a burned over stand I think of that dream of eight years ago. I love my work and do my best to help preserve the natural resources of the country. The work is hard and sometimes dangerous and the salary is very low, but the grub is good and there is plenty of it. Also it is a very healthful occupation. The money I save I invest in land of my own besides one hundred and sixty acres that I have homesteadedf, 'iWas it very lonely out here when you first started?U asked Silverton. It was at first, but the thought of the dream and the taking care of my pets have kept me from going out of my head. You see, if one has nothing to do in his spare time, the solitude gets on his nerves. Have you many pets? I saw the chickadees, but have you any others? Yes, I have a bear cub, a young buck, and a horse that I broke in myself, besides all of the birds of the forest-for they are not hunted very much. In the winter I have turkeys, and other large birds feed at my door. Also, deer feed with my horses. All the same, I wouldn't relish the job,', said Silverton, rising and taking up his gun. I,ll have to be goin, or the fellows will think I am lost. Come on over and hunt with us if you find time. It will probably be more profitable for us,', and so saying, he disappeared into the woods. Arrlz ur Hart, 732. DAMP ROMANCE Charlie Byrnes was sitting in his comfortable chair in his more than comfortable den. He was clad in pajamas and lounging-robe, very con- servative and quite befitting the general atmosphere of the room. Between his teeth a pipe was clamped, from which, at irregular intervals, a blue stream of smoke slowly wended its way upward. The shaded lights shining through this blanket of smoke gave the room a very pleasing tone, one of friendliness and intimacy. In his hand was a book, one of the latest novels, but his eyes gazed absently over the page seeing nothing. His dark, rather handsome face was immobile. To all outward appearances Charlie was dreaming with not a worry in the world to disturb him, but if one could have been able to see his innermost thoughts, one would have known that his mind was in a tur- moil. He was thinking about Sheila Daye, a young debutante whom he had met a few nights before. Since then he had been able to think of nothing else. Pictures of her continually flashed through his mind. Her 62 beauty, her slender figure exquisitely revealed by her gown, her smile, those laughing eyes, that deep voice -in fact, everything about her, even the smallest detail did not escape him. The longer he thought about it, the greater became the desire to phone her. After a couple of hours of meditation he had decided. Yes, he would call her up! He was humming one of the latest love lyrics as he dialed the number that he knew by heart. ln the meantime Sheila Daye was having similar thoughts of her own. She was wondering about Charlie, and many questions formed in her mind. Some could and some could not be answered. Had she im- pressed him? She was sure that she had. Has he a girl friend? Will he call me upP', she asked herself over and over again. Never before had she been so thrilled. So she passed up many future dates, confident that he would call sooner or later. A few evenings later she heard the familiar tinkle of the phone Eagerly she picked up the receiver. Her hopes were high, but so were her fears. She told herself that it could not be he. But it wasl f'Oh, I would love to go, she told him, her voice especially soft for the occasion. What time will you be after me?', she continued. 'KOh, about nine oiclock or so.', L'I'll be readyf, Fine. Well- Good-bye l 'KBye-bye. Each waited for the other to hang up first. Neither did. This brought forth another exchange of g'byes all over again. Charlie sank back in his chair and uttered a contented sigh as he inhaled deeply from a cigarette. What a break, what a breaklw he said to himself over and over again. Sheila didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Will you go with me to the Yacht Club Ball?w he had asked her. Would she go? And howl From then on, she was walking on air. At last Friday arrived, but to Charlie it had seemed as though it would never come. Nevertheless, a few minutes before nine he drew his roadster, resplendent in its extra chromium finish, to an abrupt stop before the house. A few seconds later he was admitted by the butler. 'fWill you kindly wait a few moments? Miss Sheila will be down soon. Would you care for a cocktail?' asked the butler in one mouthful. Yes, I should like a cocktail. thanksf, he agreed with a smile. 'Tll have one too, Hawkinsf' requested Sheila on entering the room. Charlie turned quickly and grasped the hands that were held out to him. Why, Sheila, good evening. You surely do look good to mel he said, looking her over from head to foot. Once in the car Sheila snuggled close to Charlie, resting her head on his shoulder. There was room enough for another in the seat. Charlie was used to one-arm driving, but now he made no move to avail himself of the opportunity that presented itself. He thought that she was getting friendly pretty quickly. Never before had any girl on her first date with him been so familiar- at least not in the first five minutes, Charlie acknowledged to himself, thinking of many past dates. Charlie said nothing, Sheila did not move. 63 In no time at all the Club House came in sight, much to Charlie's relief. The enforced quiet was getting on his nerves. Multi-colored lights from the lanterns sent feeble rays shimmering into the night, outlining the hulks of a few yachts and smaller craft. The moon, beginning to rise over the water, reminded Charlie of a huge sickle of steel cutting the clouds. Oh! Isn't that just too beautifullu cooed Sheila, breaking what Charlie called a perfect silence. Aloud he said, Yes, it is beautiful? To himself he thought, HShe,s an alofected little hypocritef, Suddenly it dawned on him that he did not like her, although he had spoken only a few words with her. He knew her kind, one of these insincere, sophisti- cated women. He would give her a Dutch run-around that she wouldn't forget in a hurry. Well, letis pile outf, he laughed, assisting Sheila from the car. '6We might as well go up and give the gang a breakln Charlie - dear. Uh-huh?,' '4You,ll take me for a spin in your boat, won,t you? I'd be terribly thrilled. Especially being with youll, she prattled. Sayl,' laughed Charlie, Hyou do think of some good ideas, donit you? I'l1 take you up on thatli' Sheila nodded her head in assent. He had fallen much easier than she had thought he would. It wouldn't be long before she would be wrapping him around her little finger, she thought. By that time they were inside. Many couples were sitting out, cuddled up in the snug, dark corners of the room, intent only on themselves, Others were dancing to music that was soft and pulsating, neither too fast nor too slow. Many nods of recognition greeted them as they passed. Shall we dance?U suggested Charlie. 'Td love to,', she gurgled. 'CI feel as though I could dance forever to that music-with you! You fail to realize that you,ve never danced with me. Perhaps you will be disappointedlu he retorted with a chuckle. 4'Oh, I donit think so. 1,11 take a chancef' she broke in with a smile. During the next few minutes they glided over the Hoor gracefully. Charlie had to admit that she really danced beautifully. There was no doubt in his mind that they made a very pleasing couple. Sheila woke him up again. You do dance terriblylu she teased, puckering up her face in mock disappointment. That,s what I told you, he agreed, with a laugh. You are really marvelous yourself, though. Two hours passed thus- dancing, sitting out dances, and being utterly sarcastic to each other when they talked. Charlie had danced with Sheila and no one else-not because of lack of invitations, but because of Sheila's sense of propriety. She had calmly told all comers that she was dancing with Charlie only. He let her get away with it. Later, when they were strolling down the pier arm in arm, the girl suddenly reminded him of his promise. 64 L H What do you say we take that little spin now, dear? entreated Sheila. O. K. I was just thinking along that line myself. There's the boat right there. Hop in, but be careful that you donlt fall!', he commanded. You better put on this jacket, too, so you wonit take cold,', he explained, handing her one of the two which he had taken from a locker. Some boat!,' she said, putting on the coat and nodding her head in approval. Charlie said nothing but started the engine with a roar, letting it warm up for a few moments before giving it the gun. Soon they were cutting the water at a fast clip. The wind shoved words back down their throats almost before they had uttered them. Soon they gave up trying to converse. Sheila snuggled up close-for the extra warmth, and this time Charlie drew his arm around her. Soon he turned the boat towards a quiet little cove that he knew of. Like a room, the cove had water for a floor, trunks of trees for walls, and overhanging boughs and leaves for a ceiling. Charlie lit a cigarette. I-Iappy? asked Charlie. 'AYes. Are you? Yes. Both sat still for many moments, saying nothing. Charlie flicked his cigarette over the side. He drew close to her. I-Ie asked in a strained voice, 'SAre you glad we cameFw What a question! I was the one who suggested this little trip, wasn't I? In reply he put both arms around her, drew her face to his, and kissed her. It was a long kiss, willingly given and even more eagerly returned. Don't you think we had better be getting backF,' he questioned. We've been gone an hour. Weill be missed! But, Charlie,', she begged, can't we stay a few minutes longer? It's so nice being here with youll' Well, I suppose s0,,' he conceded, but We shall have to go soonf' Soon they were on the dock, a widening trail of white water in their wake. lim Perkins and Ianet Lorring were there to question them, as he knew someone would be. Well, dear children, where might you have been, if you don't mind saying?', inquired Iim, winking at Ianet quite obviously. If I told you we were canoeing, would you believe me?,, Sure. Well, we were canoeing then! No!,' mocked Iim, joining in the laugh as they scampered in the direction from which St, Louis Blues was emanating. They rode home slowly, both with different thoughts as to what had passed during the evening. Once more they kissed before they said good night. Two days passed and Sheila had heard nothing from Charlie. Not even a phone call. She was becoming worried. Maybe he's sick, she concluded. If nothing was the matter, he would have phoned me before now! In the society section of the paper the next day she saw this paragraph, in fact, it was the only paragraph that she did see: 65 '6Charles B rnes rominent voun business man of this cit , sailed to- Y :.P U . . S A Y da on the French Line. I-Ie is takin an extensive leasure tour through- Y S P O out France and Englandf, Normarz Anderson, ,32. A FISHING VILLAGE There is something about an old fishing village that makes one thoughtful and fills one with a desire to live, for a while, in a world of fancy. One's thoughts are accompanied by the swish and plop, plop, of water against old barnacled pilingsg the friendly putt-putt of little fishing boats, the strange cries of sea gulls, the sound of oars grating in their locks and boats bumping their snub noses against the dock, and the whisper of waves creeping along the sand. One sees fundamental beauty in little brown children playing in the sand, learning to swim and to handle small boats, in brown-faced women, mending nets, hanging out clothes, sewing patches in worn overalls, carry- ing buckets of water from the well in the hills, in the fishermen with their bare bronzed throats, calloused brown hands, lined, weather-beaten faces, and calm, clear grey eyes. Out on the bay a stalwart fisherman is teaching his son how to reef a sail, draw a net, set lobster traps, and plant eel bait. A boat has just come in and husky, deep-voiced men are hauling in nets filled with gleaming fish. A man in a dory out in the bay plunges his brown arms into the sea as if he loved it-the warm sunlight on his back, the bracing salty wind in his face and the feel of cold, restless water on his bare arms. Toward evening when the tide is out, the older boys and girls go out on the flats and dig for clams. One hears their rich young laughter mingled with the roar of the sea on the reefs. They carry the clams in a woven basket up the winding path to the village. A belated fishing smack rounds the point and labors up to the dock. A mother calls a tardy child. The last gull is wheeling towards the sunset. -Life is simple. H. A., '32, THE PRE-SCHOOL CHILD The pre-school period is biologically the most important. Coming first in a dynamic sequence, it influences all later development in character and structure. The earliest period in the development of anything is always the most rapid, the most intense, and fundamental. From the psychological and educational standpoint the conditions of the pre-school period are very interesting and challenging. Legally there is no education in this period, but nothing could be more erronious than such an assumption. Almost from the beginning the character of the personis mental growth is social, emotional, moral, and thus denotes the organization of a personality. The child is not only acquiring motor development in co- ordination and perceptions, but, he is acquiring attitudes towards things 66 and people, prejudices, habitual preferences, and inclinations, and is in- corporating modes of behavior which are not characteristics of a mature person, but which are the beginning of a personality. Psycho-analysis reveals significant instances in which experiences in the early years were competent to produce disharmonies resulting in some abnormal behavior. One always forgets what happened in the early years of his life, but these years are registered in the nervous system, from where they continue to inHuence the individual. The habits, complexes, and conditional reflexes have a remarkable tendency to persist, particularly those close to the emotional and instinctive tendencies. Although our experiences make a great deal of impression on our actions, we have an original nature which influences us very much. One often hears 'Ka chip of the old blockf' his father's own child. These are maxims of the race. In the realm of the physical, we find many resemblances, such as features, structure, also color-blindness, left-handed- ness, sense defects and especially resemblances in the nervous system-all these are seen in families as characteristics of that family. Although we seem to resemble our parents to a great extent, it is generally believed that our natures are composed of one half the characteristics of our parents, one quarter of the characteristics of our grandparents, and so forth. The fact of a child's resemblances to his parents is then in reality the sum total of his physical and mental traits, each resembling more or less the correspond- ing trait, quite independent of other traits the same in some parent or ancestor. A man is what he is, because he is part of a certain family, sex, and race. Environment, training, education--all play their part in the making of a man, but that part is limited by the nature which is being influenced. Social instincts appear under the stimulus of the presence of a person or his behavior. When a child is very young, he does things because some person or unusual condition is present. It is an instinct for man to be happy if others are happy and to make others happy. Although many of our instincts are selfish in their end, it remains a fact that human beings tend to draw away from suffering for anyone of the race and revel in their happiness. To retain these instincts and yet to adjust and develop them, to practise service and prevent their waste in mere effervescent senti- mentality,', to extend their Held from the physical to the mental and spiritual, is the duty of those who govern the child. It is for this that many are advocating training of some sort in this period under experienced persons-some sort of an earlier kindergarten. Because many of these instincts in their first crude stages are the results of imitation, these people feel that the child's associates should be of a high type, not the common child nurse, or child guard. Children are instinctively attentive, but for only a short time. They move from one thing to another with only a little time and attention to each. To develop from the instinctive tendencies to habits of sustained, concentrated attention to that which best satisfies the needs of the individual, to cultivate the power to stand the strain of effort in situations where the end is worth while, to use the instinctive interests in gaining derived values for things of fundamental importance in themselves, but for the time being, of no value to the personu- these make up our present aims to teach a person how to pay attention. 67 The fact that the sex instinct is the strongest of instincts and that it leads to the reproduction of the race needs no emphasis. This instinct should not be confused with the motherly instinct, although they are very closely related. Real knowledge concerning it is only now being found, for there has been a great deal of secrecy about it at all times. There are stages in the development of this instinct as well as in other things. There is an early stage or neutral period. There is very little to be said of this phase of life in the pre-school child. Most authorities on the subject agree that imitation should not be classed as an instinct. They say this for three reasons: first, it is difficult to see how the nervous system could be made to provide for such an instinct, second, the highest animals, as a group, seem to be lacking in any such tendency, third, the close observers of children seem to agree that there is no such tendency. Those who take this attitude say it is largely a habit. The child imitates because he derives some satisfaction from it, not because he can not help it. This is not only true in children, but it is seen in older people in matters of religion, politics, education, as well as in trivial details of dress. Of all the powers that man is in possession of, the power to think is the most remarkable. It is the greatest factor in the placing of man at the head of the animal scale. From infancy up, thinking is a common thing, one which when treated rightly produces our great wonders in invention and philosophy. It is not only a characteristic of the adult, but may be seen as soon as free ideas appear. Dewey explains thinking--'LA matter of following up and testing the conclusions suggested by the facts and events of lifei'-which we may say may be observed in an infant. Play, imagina- tion, interest in things and persons, the tendency to collect and make things of various types, the interplay of the social instincts-all these show many examples necessitating thought. Many people believe that children think less than adults, but when we see how much we do habitually, as a custom or tradition, one must wonder at how great the difference can possibly be. A part of our children probably think as much as many adults, but even so, their thinking is not accurate, they have little experience and fact. There is only one way to teach a child how to think right, and that is by drill in picking the significant parts, in testing the results, and expecially in supporting conclusions by stating exactly from where statements are derived. There are many definitions of morality. Perhaps this is one of the best - uintelligent choice by the individual of habits of action for the good of the group. Intelligence implies that for an individual to be moral, he must know the accepted standards of right and wrong. Obviously the very young child does now know them and will know them only through proper instruction. Religion and morality are tied up closely as far as the young child is concerned. A child's religion consists of little ideals and principles such as God, who is just like a big Santa Claus, wants me to be goodf, or in explaining thunder storms, say, God is rolling barrels . The only way Cas far as I have seenj that the pre-school child can be taught religion is to cultivate some higher ideals for him along the line that his little sayings seem to run. Children do not pass as if by magic from one period to the next, nor do they pass completely in their habits, choices or ideals, from 68 one stage to another as one would pass a milestone. Since these are stages in his development, as well as elsewhere, there is a gradual unfolding, ripening, and becomingf' With increased age, a less sheltered and controlled home life, children are forced to think, test, decide, and choose for themselves. The changes in standards of the child may be at a certain physical stage but in a number of different phases of his social and religious life. The Hrst stage or very early stage is that in which the children are too young for rational choice, and their 'Kconformity to law is secured mainly by the law of effect modify- ing instincts into habits. Control is attained at First by the systematic administration of pain and pleasure by persons in the group in which a child is himself. Children are extremely apt to believe undoubtingly the slightest evidence. They have a strong sense of the mysterious-the wind is felt, not seen, light is seen, not felt, noise is heard, neither seen nor felt. So by analogy, it is not a far step to assume or state to be taken for granted, that some mysterious Being is like to all that in that it is not felt, heard, nor seen. From the psychological side of the home life question, G. Stanley Hall seems to summarize the main facts when he says All human activities, when reduced to the ultimate instinctive psychic elements, originates in and consists of nest-building, home-making, or providing better conditions for posterity. Sociologists and historians say the same thing in a similiar manner. There are many people who believe that child nurses or child guides should be trained, they should not be young school girls who come in to stay with the children. The advocators of this say that if a community has as a majority the people who can not afford trainers for their children, they should then have some system whereby the pre-school child would get some type of instruction under the control of a public teacher. There is also a large number of movements for parental training, so that parents will be able to give their children the best upbringing. Above all, we must in some way give the Pre-school child this training. E. H., 32. A DAY AT THE SHRINE CIRCUS 'LOh, Mal A circus! Iust think of it! A real circus -in February! Elephants, horses, bears, dogs, and even a side-show! Ma, kin I go? 'Will yuh take me to the circus, Ma? I'll be good and not ask for any- thing-not a one single thing. Will yuh, Ma?', It was Billy Graser who became so excited as he saw the poster of the circus being pasted on the billboard. He had waited a whole year for this circus, and at last it had come. And it was going to stay for a whole week. As he sat in the window watching the men put up the poster, thoughts of the circus raced through his mind. He could hang around outside the Armory, and perhaps someone would have an extra ticket and take him in if his Mother didnit take him. Suddenly he felt a violent tugging of his ear. 69 '!Billy, how many times must I call you? Are you getting deaf, or didn't you wash your ears this morning? Yes, Ma, I washed my ears. Did you call me? I didnit hear a sound. I guess the men outside were making too much noise! Men making noise, nothing-youive been sitting here for the last half hour gazing at that poster. The men went a long time ago. Come, now, and busy yourself gathering wood if you want any supper to-nightf, Billy was just going to protest, but he thought of the circus and knew that if he protested, he would never be able go. The rest of the week dragged by very slowly. At last Monday, February 22, came, and with it the arrival of the circus. Billy was going, providing he kept his promise of not asking for anything. At 12:30 he and his Mother were at the doors of the Armory waiting patiently for them to open. It seemed to Billy as though he had been waiting for three hours. At last the doors were being opened. What pushing and shoving! As they reached the doors, music, noise, and the sound of voices came to their ears. Ma, what are those books that girl has? Kin I have one?', Program, Madame? Only ten cents. You need a program to follow the show! 'KMa, I want a program. The girl says you need one, and -U No! You said you wouldn't ask for anything. Now, keep still! Ma, let's go over there where all the crowd is. Look, there's a man on the stage. Whatis he doing? I can't see. Lift me up, will yuh, Ma? Oh, it's the side-show! Letls go on in, huh, Ma? No! Come on, we've got to get a seat if we ever want onef' Oh, Ma, therels some music! I'11 bet the show is going to start! Look! What's that them boys have in their baskets? Look, one of them is coming up here. What's he got, huh, Ma? '!Peanuts, popcorn, and candy! Ten cents, a dime, no more, no less! Peanuts, Madame? Buy a box of candy for the little fellow. It'l! keep his jaws going all through the show. All right. If it'll keep his jaws going and stop him from talking so much, I'll take some. Here, Billy, chew on this for a while. Billy took the box of molasses taffy and began chewing contentedly. The show started with a grand parade of the circus artists and animals led by the Shriners, Band. They paraded all around the ring and then went out. Silence! Whatis that? An Indian war-whoop! Sure enough. Here come real live Indians, all dressed in their best regalia. And now the clowns! Two of them. One on each end, they start climbing a revolving ladder. They are half-way and the ladder breaks, leaving them hanging on the arms of the ladder, spinning around faster and faster! They're sliding! One has fallen off. The other spins around again and then he, too, falls off. And now an oriental performance, a japanese family. The next thing that delights the audience is 'gSidney,', the famous Australian pony, who does stunts and dances and then makes a very graceful bow to all who gaze upon him in amazement. And now, who is this? Oh, yes, Mlle. Anna, who does aerial loops of all kinds. She is known as The Girl Who Keeps You Guessingf' Here come the clowns again, and they have a dog with them this time and also some balloons. Oh, look! The dog is batting the balloons with his nose, keeping them in the air all the time. What are 70 the clowns doing! Theylre trying to get the balloons away from Pedro, the dog, but he won't let them get near him. Oh, hereis May Wirth! And now intermission. 'iOh, Ma, here come the boys and girls again with their baskets. They have something different this time. It's little yellow boxes. What is it, Ma? Kin I have some of whatever it is?,' Ice cream, only ten cents. Get your ice cream during intermission. Who's next on the ice cream? Here,s your ice cream, Billy. Now don't ask for anything else, 'cause you won't get it. Do you hear?,' 4'Yep. What's that? The show is starting again, and I canat hear what they're saying. Wha'd he say, Ma, huh? Shush, and you'll see in a minute. Here come the bears. Look, one is riding a big high bicycle, and the other one is climbing some stairs and he,s standing up on his hind feet, too! And now look at the elephants. Three of them. A big one, a middle-sized one, and a little one. See them dancing! Oh, look, Ma. What are they putting that net up there for? Some men are climbing up. What are they going to do? They,re swinging in the air. What's that man got over his eyes? He's blindfolded and he's going to swing from one end of the net to the other and back again. He made it! He didn't miss! What a show! Gee, that was the greatest circus I ever saw! Kin I come again next year, Ma, if I,m a good boy, huh? I'll do every- thing you tell me to. Gladys Stcrzing, '32. THE TELEPHONE MENACE Q45 Seen by a Freshmanj Brr-rr-ing! A roomful of freshmen started and glanced about the crowded study hall with dismay and consternation written on their inno- cent and docile faces. That accursed telephone! It was only yesterday that one of their number had fallen victim to a mysterious call. As he left the room he cast back a look that marked him as a lost soul, every hope gone. Unhappy freshman! Little did he realize the fate that awaited him. And now again that cruel, restless bell shattered the stillness of the room. Who would it be today? Everyone unconsciously shuddered as the teacher reached for the receiver. Room 107-yes, right away? All right. The receiver was slipped on the hook. How you suffer during those Heet- ing seconds! Breathlessly you wait for the words that will spell doom for someone. Apprehensively you watch the teacher as she glances up and down the room. Then her eyes rest on you, and while endeavoring to make yourself as inconspicuous as possible, you dislodge your books, which land on the Hoor with a resounding thump, Embarrassing moments! Then- Iane White, you are wanted in the oHice.', ' Dazedly you gather up your books and give yourself up for lost. As you stumble through the door, you think back at least five weeks and try to remember all the wrong things you have done. That's right, you did speak in an impolite tone of voice to a Sophomore yesterday. That must 71 be it. What a long distance the office is. A pencil is lying on the Hoof and you unconsciously stoop to pick it up, momentarily forgetting your trou- bles. You are becoming quite nervous as you near the sacred precinct of the office. Then comes a sudden inspiration, not reassuring perhaps, but still an inspiration. Maybe the reason for the sudden call is that you failed Latin the first marking period. Oh! Oh! And maybe you are going to be sent back to grammar school, as a Senior had said you would be. The office door looms nearer and nearer, you begin to think up alibis galore, and, though they are all pretty fanciful, you feel vastly relieved. Now you are at the door. With shaking knees and a mo1'ilu1'e-te-saluzamus look on your face you timidly knock. Still no response. Again you knock. Suddenly it dawns upon you that perhaps you do not need to knock, and you slowly push the door open. As you enter, a very attractive secretary motions you into the next room. With your heart in your mouth you totter into the office, trying to assume an innocent, even though it may be perhaps a silly, look. As you quietly tiptoe in, the great frown rapidly changes to a benevolent expression as the master informs you that your mother just brought the lunch you forgot when you left home in the morning. Then, with profound apologies to Briggs, that eminent cartoonist, you venture to say, Oh boy, ainlt it a grand and glorious feelin'l Eleanor Wz'ZZz'ams0n, ,34. A LONG CHANCE Let's go into the smoking room, spoke Mr. Bronson, the host, as a look of relief came over the faces of those present at the dinner. 'KThank goodness, said Stephen Coburn to Dan Elliott, who was at his side. '6It's getting unbearably hot heref, Steve, asked Dan, almost apologetically, I wonder if I may ask your advice about something? 'lOf course, Dan. Come on. We'll find a place where we shall be un- disturbedf' Stephen Coburn could hardly be called a struggling young lawyer, for in truth he had already stopped struggling. It was not because he had concluded to accept defeat, on the contrary, he had quite complacently accepted success. We ought to be able to talk here, Danf, said Stephen, after looking around for a few moments. I want to ask you about some money of mine that I can not get. At least, I suspect that it is that wayf' l'What do you mean, DanF', Do you remember my Uncle William, Steve? I think you met him when we were in collegef, Yes, I remember him, Dan. Well, five years ago he died leaving land, a lake, a saw-mill, and a great deal of timber in Michigan. I-Ie wanted to leave the estate to me, but two clever persons, whom he thought sincere friends, convinced him that I was not old enough or capable of managing so large an estate. They succeeded in persuading him to leave it in their hands for Hve yearsf, 72 Who was to get the profit during the five years? interrupted Steve. HThey were to get three-quarters of it and I was to get the rest.', Did you ever receive any of it? UNO, not a cent. I have had a lawyer, Mr. Wallace, who says that the mill was run at such a loss that there is nothing of the whole estate left for me. Only lately have I had occasion to suspect that the lawyer isn't telling the truthf' What made you suspect himP', One thing is that I found out that he is a very good friend of the administrator. He has been making me think otherwise. He H'1USt have had a definite reason for doing thatf' Yes, he must have, spoke Stephen thoughtfully. 'LWho has the will? f'The administrator has itf, answered Dan. '4He wouldn't dare to destroy it, because there were witnesses. There is just one thing that we rnust do, and that is to find out whether or not the mill could have been run at such a loss. It sounds absurd to mef, You mean you will take the case, SteveF,' asked Dan, delighted. Of course Iill take it, but we shall have to wait about two days. Illl be too busy until then. Do you want me to get rid of the other lawyerP', asked Dan. No, donit do that. I'd rather arrange a little surprise party. Iust as you say, Steve. I don't question your ability as a lawyer. By the way, Dan, what is the name and address of the administra- cc cs rn torru Mr, Norwood Bryson. I'm pretty sure the number of the house is 832 Northfield Road. It's a gray stone house on the top of a hillf, That's all I need to know, Dan. Now you just stop worrying. I'll take care of it. Letis talk about college nowf, Two days later, Stephen was driving up a steep, winding road. It's lucky this road is a well-banked one, he thought, as he shifted gear. 6'That desolate-looking place up there must be Mr. Brysonis, according to Dan's description? A few moments later Stephen went to the door, looked in vain for a bell, and lifted the heavy knocker. It fell with a brazen clang, echoing through the house and making Stephen want to dash down the hill to the noisy companionship of the city, but then he remembered that he must get what he had come for. Stephen again became the earnest professional man that he always was when he had something important to do. In a few moments the door was opened by a butler of average height, tremendously broad across the shoulders, indicating powerful muscles be- neath the perfectly fitting black coat with brass buttons. Won't you come inP,' he asked in a deep voice. HIS Mr. Bryson in?,' asked Stephen, hesitating a little before going into the dimly lighted reception hall. Yes, sir. Who shall I say is callingF,' Mr, Manning, answered Stephen, relieved that he did not ask for a card. Mr, Bryson is expecting me .', A few minutes later, Mr. Bryson, a thin, drawn-looking man of about sixty years, appeared. 73 How do you do, Mr. Bryson? Stephen spoke, struggling not to give himself away. I trust Mr. Wallace telephoned you that I was comingf, Yes, Mr. Manning. Come into my study, and I'll give you the figuresf' The next day in his office Stephen was telling Dan about his trip of the day before. What did you find out, Steve?,' asked Dan, unable to control his excitement. I found out that the mill has been making money, and that Bryson and Wallace have been working together to cheat you out of the whole inheritance. But, Steve, how can you prove it?', HI-Iere are the figures on paper in the handwriting of Mr. Bryson. What more proof do we need? f'There7s one thing about all this, Steve, that I donit understand. How did you get Mr. Wallace to send you up there?', 1 HI didn,t, answered Stephen patiently. I called Mr. Bryson myself, told him I was Mr. Wallace, and said I was sending a Mr. Manning to get the figures of the profits on the mill. It was a long chance, but it workedf' Steve, you're a wizard. Ilm so happy that-well, 1 just don't know what to do. Then 1,11 tell you. Welll drive over to Michigan and look the estate over. We both need a vacation, anyway. Della Berquist, '32. BROTHERS When the seven planes of the Dawn Patrol of April 16, 1915, started off from that little field in the Verdun sector, little did anyone dream that the only man coming back would be one of the newest pilots at the field, Monty Rutledge. The patrol was Hying along at 5000 meters when they were suddenly jumped on by a group of Fokker tri-planes, commonly known as tripe'l, with the usual results when a bunch of Fokkers land on a group of in- experienced Nieuport pilots. Three of the Nieuports immediately decided that the best thing to do was go down, and go down they did, in flames. The remaining four put up a brave fight, but it amounted to very little. The Fokkers had the advantage of surprise, which counts a lot in any fight. And so it happened that only one pilot came back. When he landed, he got out and slowly strode over to headquarters to file his report. I-Ie then sauntered slowly to the barracks. He was tired. I-Ie entered slowly and anxiously asked a question. !'Where,s Ralph? No one answered. Where,s Ralph? he repeated. Still no one answered. Then it dawned on him, Ralph had been shot down. He sat down, put his head on the table, and fell asleep. When his next patrol came, his Nieuport, instead of the sad gray, had acquired a coat of blood red, with an insignia on the side that plainly showed his feelings toward the German Air Force. It was a picture of a man in the uniform of the R. A. F. with a machine gun blasting away at 74 a single German Airman who was sitting in the cockpit of a Fokker tri- plane trying in vain to take off, but not having rnuch success because the tail was tied to a stump. The man in the cockpit was calling Kamerad', and was clutching at his throat. In the weeks that followed the flight, he gained the reputation of being one of the most dangerous Hiers on the front. In all the dispatches, Lieutenant Rutledge and his plane occupied much space. Monty was in the habit of taking his plane out for a lone patrol, so the mechanics and officers thought nothing of it when he ordered his Nieu- port gassed up and the bomb racks filled. He raced down the field and took off towards the South. He was flying along looking for trouble when he found it. One lone Fokker was flying like a bat out of Hades towards the Allied lines. He eased back on the stick and rose up into a neat Immleman, and pounced on the Fokker's tail. One short burst of his Vickers, and the tripe headed for Mother Earth. Monty followed him down and watched him pancake into the side of a small hill, he then landed in a cabbage patch nearby. Monty jumped out, pulled his service pistol from his holster, and started for the Fokker. He had almost reached it when a cry escaped his lips. Ralph! The figure in the Fokker replied faintly, Happy landings, Monty, and went limp. . Richard Traute, '32, BLIND DATE Two young men were strolling down the tree-shaded street of a quiet, residential section of a college town. It was a very warm day in the middle of Iune, one of those smothering days when even the leaves hang lifeless on the trees. Although it was that way in the center of town, out here it was quite comfortable. The boys continued a little farther, each wrapped in his own thoughts. Suddenly one spoke: I'm darned glad I graduated this year, but I'll bet welll be wishing we were going back when next Fall comes aroundf, You're right, Ted, replied the other. 'fWe,ll miss the old gang, wonit we? 'iYour darn tootin'. Say, who are you taking to the Prom tonight, Bob?,' 'fOh, I'm going to tote the little red-head, I guess. Who are you taking?,' HI donit know. Dot something. It's a blind date Eddie fixed up for me. He says sheis pretty nice. I only hope so- Boy! I got hooked on one once and I said Ild never go on another, but Alice gave me the air the other day and I have to show her she isnit the only one I can go out with. They walked in silence till they came to a cross street and Ted spoke again. Well, I'll be leaving you here, Bob. Illl see you tonight at the dance. You bet your life you will. VVell, I wish you luck on your date. Yeal Thanks! Well, so longf' Take it easy! 75 Ted turned off and went down the side street while Bob continued on. He sauntered along until he came to a big brown house set back from the street. He went up the front walk and hurried up the steps, addressing an elderly lady as he did so. Hello, Mom! Hot?,' Hello, Bob! No, itis quite comfortable here on the porchf' I guess Illl go in and drop down on the davenport for a few minutesf, With this, he hurried through the door and into the house. Sis its Sis S? fl? Bob Price was a good-looking fellow, anyway, but as he hurried down the stairs dressed for the dance he seemed especially handsome. His neat- fitting tux showed off his broad shoulders and clean-cut profile. He hurried into the front room. HWell, Iyll be getting alongf, he said. Don't worry, Momf, Be careful, Bob,', Mrs. Price warned, Hand donit get into trouble because - Yes, broke in Mr. Price, I donit want any more bills for damaged propertyf, Bob kissed his mother and laughed. O. K., Dadf' he said. Don,t worry, I'll be all right. Bob hurried toward the door, calling good-bye over his shoulder. As he entered the hall, he broke into a run. He slammed the screen door behind him and dashed down the porch steps two at a time. Iumping into his sport roadster, which was standing in the driveway, he stepped on the starter. There was a roar as the eight cylinders sprang into action. Bob backed into the street and slid the gears into first. Then he gave her the gun. SF W SF Sb elif After ringing the bell twice, the door opened and Bob was face to face with a girl with flaming red hair and dressed in a white satin eve- ning gown. She smiled at him. Hello, Bob! she said. 'iYou're kinda latef, HI-Iello, Milly, he answered, returning her smile. g'Oh, weire not very late. All set? Yes, I was ready hours agof' Well, let,s go then. Fifteen minutes later they pulled up in front of the fraternity house, from which were issuing the blue notes of a saxophone with a soft back- ground of trumpet and trombone. Bob and Milly hurried up the walk and onto the porch, which was being occupied by a couple who were sit- ting in the hammock. In the hall they saw groups of young men standing around waiting for their young ladies of the evening to come down from the dressing-room where they were busy putting dabs of rouge and powder on their faces to make themselves beautiful. As Bob and Milly came in the door someone shouted, Hi, Bob. Milly nudged Bob and whispered: 'T11 be down in a minute. She let go of his arm and hurried up the stairs. Bob turned to see who had called him and saw Ted coming toward him. Oh, hello, Ted. I-Iow's the date? 76 Wait till you see her. Boy, she'll knock your eyes out. Ted pointed toward the stairs. Look, here she comes nowf, Bob looked where Ted was pointing and saw a girl coming down the stairs. She had platinum blonde hair which came down the back of her neck in little curls. Her light blue evening gown fitted her smoothly. Bob gasped. l'Lord, she is beautiful, he thought. Such lovely hair-such white. smooth skin-and what a hguref' By this time Ted had reached her and was leading her back toward Bob. As they came up to him, Ted spoke. Dot, he said, this is Bob. The fellow I've been telling you aboutf, He turned to Bob and slapped him on the back. And, Bob, old boy, this is Dot Henderson. How do you do, she murmured. Bob smiled. How do you dof' he answered. 'lWould you like to dance? Dot blushed and nodded. I'd love to, if Ted doesn't mind? But this was my-, Ted began. Oh! Ted won,t mind, Bob broke in as he took Dot by the arm. They moved toward the dance Hoof, leaving Ted standing there looking after them. He stood thus for a minute, then turned and went out onto the porch. Dot and Bob began to dance. They danced marvelously together to the slow, soft rhythm which was coming from the sleepy-eyed musicians in the corner. They seemed like one person as they mingled with the danc- ing crowd. PX: if if FXS :lk A few hours later Bob was still dancing with Dot. He had been with her ever since Ted had introduced them, either dancing or strolling in the garden. As they circled the floor, they saw Ted and Milly sitting in a corner. Ted had been very angry at first, but now, after calming down a little, he had grown sullen. Milly was still angry. As they neared the door, Bob looked at Dot. Let's step out and get some airf, he said softly. Dot didnlt answer but stopped dancing and led the way out through the French window. Bob slipped his arm around her as they came out onto the porch, and led her down the steps onto a little dirt path in the garden. When they came to a little bench with a rose arbor over it, Dot stopped. Let's sit here, she said, and watch the moon come out from behind that cloud. All right, honey, Bob murmured. They sat in silence for a while, Dot watching the moon appear and Bob watching Dot's face, which was silhouetted against the white Heecy clouds. Do you believe in love at first sight? he asked at last. I don't know, Bob. I've never thought about it. Bob leaned over and drew her gently into his arms. 77 Well, I do, he said huskily. I love you, Dot, and I want you to marry me. She pushed him gently away from her. Don't be silly, Bob, she said. She arose and started back toward the house, leaving Bob still sitting on the bench. Suddenly he stumbled to his feet and called after her, but she did not answer. A few minutes later Bob and Milly were leaving the dance in Bobls car. They rode in silence, with Bob driving and Milly slumped down in the seat in the opposite corner. Bob was scowling at the road in front of him, while Milly was also scowling, but at nothing in particular. Instead of heading for home, Bob turned off onto the new concrete road and opened her up. They went along for a way at a good clip with the car swerving now and then. Finally Milly said: Bob, I wish you'd slow down a littlef' 'Tm the best little old driver in the worldf' he mumbled. I know, Bob, but Ild feel much better if you Would. 'KOh, this is all rightf, he said watching through half closed eyes, the lights of an approaching car come nearer and nearer. He was thinking of Dot-how wonderful she was, and she had turned him down flat. He could still see her face, as he had seen it a little while ago, outlined against the clouds. Why had she laughed at him and gone away? Suddenly Bob realized that he was headed straight for the oncoming car. He gave the wheel a Wrench. The car swerved toward the side of the road and kept on going. Immediately there was a terrific crash as the car tore its way through the guard rail at the side of the road. Milly screamed and half-rose from the seat. Then she sank back and slid off the seat onto the floor. Bob saw little dots dancing before his eyes, and his head pained. The car was still moving at a good rate of speed when there was another crash, and Bob lost sight of the dots in the darkness that spread over him. The other car had stopped, and two men were running back. They hurried through the hole in the fence and slid down the embankment. When they reached the car, they pulled Milly out and one of the men felt her -pulse. 'Tm afraid shels dead, he said. The other man was dragging Bob out when he spoke. I'm afraid the young fellow is, too. No! Wait a minute, he's still breathing. Quick! Help me carry him up to the car, and Weill rush him to the hospital. Maybe they will be able to do something for him. :Ki Sk 59 SF fl? The jury came back into the court room one by one and sat down. Then the foreman of the jury arose. We, the members of the jury, find Robert Price guilty of manslaugh- ter, he said. The Iudge began to mumble, but Bob could not understand what he was saying. Finally the Iudge began to talk louder, and Bob heard him say: Therefore I sentence Robert Price from Five to ten years in the state penitentiary with time off for good behavior. I do this as an example to other reckless drivers who make our highways unsafe. Bob arose and was led out by two men, one on each side of him. 78 When they reached the street, there was a car waiting for them. They pushed Bob in, and then one of the men climbed in after him while the other went back into the court house. The car then pulled away from the curb, and in a few minutes they were at the railroad station. Bob and the man who was going to take him up the river got out and went down the station platform where a train was standing. When they arrived at one of the cars, they stopped, and the officer spoke to the conductor. Iust as they were about to get into the train, they heard a woman,s voice calling: Bobl Bob! Wait a minute, Bob. Bob turned around. Iust then Dot Henderson came running up and threw her arms around his neck. '6Oh, Bobl Boblv she sobbed, I thought I'd missed you. Why, Dot, Bob exclaimed. What on earth are you doing here?,' Do you remember what you told me at the dance before-before the accident?,' she asked. Why, yesf, he answered. I asked you to marry me. Did you mean it, Bob? He took her gently into his arms and kissed her. Why, of course I meant it, honey. 'Tm so glad because I love you, Bobf' she answered, returning his kiss. Come on, you two, break up, the officer cut in on them. All right, Bob answered. He kissed Dot again and whispered: Good-bye, dear, I'll always think of you. Good-bye, Bob. The officer and Bob went up the steps onto the platform of the car. Bob turned and smiled down at Dot, who was still standing there. Good-bye, dear, he called. Good-bye, Bob. I'1l be waiting for you when you come back. Davis Calkins, '32. To the Dogs THE MUTT He was just a shaggy mutt With big brown eyes And a stump of a tail And small white paws, He sat on the corner And watched men pass byg He cocked a wise head, Winked a brown eye, Thumped a stubby tail- And grinned. H. A., '32, 79 JUST A MONGREL Death always seems to come to those closest to a person's heart. I wondered why it could not have been someone else, when I learned that death was inevitable and was striking at one of the best friends and com- panions that life had been kind enough to bestow upon me. As I entered the room where he was spending his last few moments, a feeling of faintness stole over me, and a lump rose in my throat to stifle any farewell I might have wanted to utter. Walking slowly to his bedside, barely able to choke back the tears which threatened to display my emotions, I knelt beside him, leaned over, whispered to him, took his head in my hands, and kissed his forehead. As if in answer, he lifted his brown eyes to mine. Then, with a wag of his tail and one last bark of farewell, my dog and faithful friend, whom I had tried so hard to keep alive even though he had been just a mongrel, passed away. Although he might not have known it, he held and still holds a place in my heart that no other dog can fill, All because he was just a mongrel. julian Newton, l32. GIVING DIXIE A BATH K'Dixie, Iill want you in a few minutes, be sure to come quickly, I call after the retreating form of my puppy, Who, at mention of a bath, immediately betakes herself to bed. After the preliminary tasks of laying newspapers on the floor of the laundry, getting out the towels, and turning on the hot water faucet, I go upstairs to call Dixie and to cover myself with a rubber apron. At my call, she comes down the stairs, obedient but in no haste. Her tail is tucked between her legs, her head droops, she trembles from head to foot. She is, on the whole, a typical picture of misery. As I take off her collar, her dejection increases. I lift her, unresisting, into one of the tubs. She trembles as I wash and rinse her, though she does not whimper when the soapy water gets in one brown eye. As I prepare to lift her from the rinsing tub, she recovers a part of her joyous disposition and begins to wriggle with relief that her bath is over and now she will not, in all probability, be bothered in this respect for another week. With the wet and squirming dog still in my arms, I hasten to close the door leading to the laundry that she may not escape and roll into the coal bin. The instant she gets her feet on the Hoor, she shakes herself and when she finishes, I find myself exceedingly damp. I catch her and rub her briskly with a towel, rumpling her hair till it stands upright and she has the appearance of a furry ball. She growls in mock anger and, snatching one end of the towel, attempts to make off with it. For some minutes we have an animated session of tug-of-war.', When I consider her dry enough, I roll her up in a fresh towel and, to avoid all chances of a romp in the cellar, carry her upstairs. Free at last, she snatches some plaything, or perhaps steals a paper from a waste basket fof which trick I have made many futile attempts to break herj and tears wildly around the house, making a great mess of the rugs. She has forgotten all misery in her mad joy. She forgets the past, thinks nothing of the future, but revels in the present. Connie Olsson, I34. 80 HOUNDS OF THE LINKS Mr. I. P. Diehard strolled along after his little white golf ball. He was on the tenth hole and still reflecting in his mind the thoughts of tomorrow's final tournament. Mr. Diehard was a good golfer, there was no doubt about that. But he always seemed to get no farther than runner-up. To- morrow he was to play Mr. Ioby Bones, champion golfer of the district. Even as he thought, he heard the loud and unpleasant voice of Mr. Bones. The champ was at that time directing an assault of violent words, mixed with a few gestures, at a small black dog. Mr. Diehard walked up to him and asked pleasantly, Well, what seems to be the trouble? That blasted, low-down meddling cur just picked up one of my brand new golf balls and carried it awayli' was the angry reply. The re- mark was punctuated with a violent kick at the mis-doer, which missed by a large margin. Mr. Diehard slowly calmed the erratic champion with a few soothing words. The little dog looked up gratefully at him from where he stood. The day of the tournament dawned bright and clear, and a large number of club members decided to watch the match. The game coursed along uneventfully to the sixteenth hole, where Bones was leading by three strokes. This hole was what is known as a dog's leg. One must either go around a corner of some woods or else hit the ball over the Woods, an extremely difficult trick. Mr. Diehard decided to risk a shot over the woods. He stepped up and smote the ball squarely. But a strong wind caused it to drop in the tall timbers. In these woods lurked the little black dog. Upon seeing the ball drop, he scampered and picked it up. He was running across the green when he heard the angry voice of Mr. Bones, who had dubbed his first shot. Upon remembering yesterday's event, he dropped the ball and hid in the woods. When the two players rounded the curve and saw the ball on the green, there were many surprised exclamations as to how it got there. This lucky break for Mr. Diehard caused him to win the hole by two strokes, and it so uplifted him that he played par for the next two holes and won the match. It was just another mystery of the links which perhaps a small black dog, lurking in the woods,,might have been able to explain. Francis Hope, '35, THE MYSTERY AT NEWTOWN CENTER It began in a simple way. One evening, a neighbor of the Clarks, on the way home from a club meeting, burst in on the family with a strange tale. She was a large and impressive lady, one not easily Hustered. She was not Hustered now, but reported that as she came up the walk, a strange animal had run in front of her, up the rocks and into the bushes. She said she had not seen it distinctly but it looked to her like an animal with four legs and two tails, and it seemed to make a strange noise as it ran over the rocks. It was too dark for her to be sure, but maybe it was a cat and the street lights made it look queer. The incident was soon forgotten in talk of more important events. 81 A few days later, Mr. Clark, going to his woodpile, was startled to see a large tin can quietly disappear behind the woodshed. Very strange. The same evening, the daughter of another neighbor, bringing milk to the Clark's back door just after dark, screamed and dashed into the house all out of breath. She told a jumbled story of something big and black, that chased her up the drive, making a fierce noise. She said it was very large, nearly as large as a dog, but it hopped. This story was dis- counted a little by the older folks, as the witness was known to be excitable. Slowly the news got around among the people of the town and al- though they did not get very much excited about it, some mothers worried about mad dogs and old men told of strange and fierce animals they had seen in days gone by. Dark was no longer safe for children. However, children not only believed the little girlis story but in pass- ing it from one to another, greatly improved it, causing it to grow in a sur- prising way. The small boys wanted to catch the creature, but in the daytime. They decided to use dogs. Most of them owned them of various kinds: some with pedigrees, some with no family trees and some with too manyg bird dogs, rabbit dogs, watch dogs, and just dogs. Each was the best dog in the world and now had a chance to prove it. Billy Lane, owning the most costly dog and the one having the best family connections, had the first chance. On Saturday morning, with a few friends, he led his fine police dog to the hiding-place of the unknown. Billy sicked on his dog in his best manner. The animal stood with his ears proudly erect. That was all. He was not interested. Next a small ball of rather soiled fur was placed close to the wood- pile. He wrinkled his nose scornfully and scampered back to his master. Then came a setter, a very wise dog with very sad eyes. He was a great hope on this hunt, however, as he had hunted many seasons and was always sure to find his bird. He trotted up to the woodpile and stood a minute with tail extended and paw lifted in his best form. Stretching his nose, he gave one sniff and backed slowly and softly away. As the day went on, large boys joined the group and although one favorite after another proved useless, there was some fun furnished by numerous dog fights and a few bouts among the disappointed owners. About dark, Mr. Clark decided that the only way to end the sus- pense vvas to take some boards off the back of his wood-shed. He said it would be better than having a circus in his back yard. This was soon accomplished and to the waiting boys appeared-nothing. No one moved to brave the dark hole and no one objected when the most no-account hound dog in town, ran cheerfully into the place and chased out a poor, half-starved, half-suflfocated little creature with its head tightly wedged in a syrup pail and one paw caught in the handle. The mysterious animal was a skunk. M. Gczrdner, ,32. JACK lack was only a dog, but three small children would have been less bother for Mrs. Hills. Iack was always tearing things to pieces, pulling rugs to threads, and doing everything that little fox terriers like to do. 82 Iack had lived with the Hills family for two months now and had become thoroughly attached to its members. It was a small family, con- sisting of father, mother, and small daughter Ioan. Ioan was a curly- headed youngster of five years, loved by everyone, particularly her mother and father, who would have given their right arms to prevent anything from happening to their daughter. On this particular Monday morning, Iack had been a very bad dog. He had chewed up Mrs. Hills' new ten-dollar hat. She was frantic, and when Mr. Hills came home from work that evening the following con- versation ensued. Yes, George, I've decided to get rid of Iack. In the two months that he has been here, he has only been a nuisance to me, exclaimed Mrs. Hills. I know, darling, but Ioan loves the dog, and she would be terribly disappointed if he were to go awayf' said Mr. Hills. 'Tll find another dog somewhere for her. I doubt if she will mind, so long as she gets another dog to take Iack's place. Aunt Carrie phoned this morning that she is going down to Martha's farm for a while, and she said she would take him down to Martha. She thinks Martha will like to have him for companyf offered Mrs. Hills. And so it was decided that Iack was to go away with Aunt Carrie the next week. Iack was put in his dog-house and tied with a rope to keep him from attempting any more mischief. He was disappointed the next morning when he saw Ioan leave the house to go to school, for it was his custom to accompany her to the school building. He began pulling on his rope and in about five minutes, to Iackis surprise, the rope snapped into two pieces and he was free. He ran down the street, around the corner, and finally he saw Ioan in the distance. She was walking Very slowly as if she were sad. Suddenly a big car stopped beside Ioan, a tall, husky man got out, stooped down, and picked the little girl up and put her in the car. Iack reached the scene just in time to see a piece of paper drop from the manis pocket. He did not pick it up immediately, but waited until the car disappeared. Then he picked up the paper and with it between his teeth, he ran home. But he was too late, for as he reached the corner of the street he saw Mrs. Hills get on the trolley car, evidently going to the city for something. Iack hid the note under the back porch where he intended to keep it until his mistress returned home. Mrs. Hills returned shortly before noon, prepared Ioan,s lunch, and then discovered that the dog was untied. She immediately went out into the yard, found Iack, and tied him up. The dog forgot the note for the second, but, after he had been tied for a while, he remembered it. It was about a quarter after twelve and Ioan had not come home. Mrs. Hills looked out the window, but did not see her little girl. Half-past arrived and Mrs. Hills was so worried that she telephoned the school. Ioan's teacher told Mrs. Hills that Ioan had not been at school that morning. Mrs. Hills then immediately called her husband and explained the situa- tion to him. And,,' said her husband, I have just received a ransom note for twelve thousand dollarsf, 83 For the next four days Ioan was being sought for. As no clues had been left, it was very diflicult to find the missing girl. Then Iack stepped into the picture. A small boy had been fooling with Iack and unintentionally untied him. The dog immediately went under the porch, bringing the note with him. He went to his master and laid the note at his feet. Mr. Hills opened it and read the following: S ike: P Me and de guys are gettin' dat Hills kid Tues. on her way to school. De mutt is tied up so's she'll be alone. Takin' her to the shack up back of Iack Millerdois dump, in the Kills Mountains, Hve miles from here. Give us de dope. Spud. lack, old pal, you have saved Ioan, I believef' said his master. Mr. and Mrs. Hills with three policemen went up to the mountains, captured the three men who were holding the child, and brought the men back to justice and the child back to her home. As they entered their home, the telephone rang. Mrs. Hills answered. It was Aunt Carrie, who said that she had changed her mind about going to Martha's so Mrs. Hills would have to Hnd another way to get rid of her dog. That is all right, Carrie. You see, we have decided to keep the dog. Dorothy lensen, ,32. THE GREAT DANE In the post oflice at Elsworth was posted a warrant for the arrest or capture, dead or alive, of one Richard Prane. It was the cause of much excitement among the village folk, for nothing of this sort had ever occurred at Elsworth before. On the outskirts of the small village lived an elderly man and woman with a Great Dane. The dog was their sole companion and comfort, for they had no children. Only the bare necessities of life were theirs, and it was only by a stroke of luck that they had Don, their Great Dane. The story as they tell it is this: It was a bleak, snowy day. The man was nodding in his chair and the woman was bending over a basket in which she kept her darning and sewing, when they heard a faint scratching on the door. At first they paid no attention to it, thinking it was the snow blowing against the threshold. But as it was repeated several times, the woman went to the door to look out. As she opened it, a small, white object hurled itself into the house and upon her. She was frightened at first, but when she saw the small paws clotted with snow and almost frozen, she picked up the little animal regardless of the snow on him, carried him toward the fire and laid him on a rug in front of it. She warmed some milk for him and made a bed for him in a box. The little dog's grateful eyes, as he looked up at her from the depths of the woolly blanket, were enough thanks for her. He could never thank her enough for that kind deed. They kept the little dog, but they have never found out to this day how he had happened to come to their remote doorstep to brighten the lives of two such lonely people who needed him so much. And now, after five years, the little dog is a big one-a Great Dane 84 -one of the largest kind of dogs. He loves that old man and woman with all his heart and is still trying to repay them for their kindness to him. Dogs never forget a kindness nor an abuse. They remember those who have been unkind to them, and they roll their eyes and growl when their enemies come near, just giving warning of what is to come if another advance is made. Don had had just one experience of this sort. Everyone who lived in the village was very fond of the dog and missed him when he did not accompany the old man to the village for supplies. But on one of these days a stranger had come into the store to ask what town he was in. Don came bounding in, as big as he was, joyful because of living. Not noticing that the man was a stranger, he went up to him almost knocking him over with the force of his great body. A villager would have laughed at him, patted his head, and said, Steady, Don, not so fastf, But the stranger kicked him in the side and snarled, NGO lway, you big brute. Don, not being used to this treatment, stood still for a moment with his big, sorrowful eyes on the stranger, then he turned and walked away. He was quiet all the morning as if thinking hard, trying to make out the strange ways of this world. It was about three months after this incident that the notice was put up in the postoffice. The old man and woman talked it over before the fire and Don, with his head to one side, listened. The next day as the old man chopped wood outside his home, he heard Donls loud bark, growls, snarls mingled with oaths and curses from a human throat. Knowing that this was not the usual method of greeting that Don gave prowlers in the woods, the man ran toward the direction from which the sound came. There was Don with a piece of cloth in his mouth, and his mammoth paw on the strangeris chest. His master was ready to scold Don for acting so rudely but as he advanced closer he noticed that this was the stranger that had kicked Don, and he didn't blame the dog for holding the fellow on the ground. He ordered him to get off and took the frightened and bewildered stranger to the house. The woman was in the doorway when they returned. When she saw the stranger, she uttered a peculiar cry, for what she saw was the face of the man pictured on the warrant for arrest in the post oflice. Needless to say, the stranger was prosecuted and the reward given to Don plus a blue ribbon. The big dog was satisfied now that he had paid back his master and mistress, for now they had plenty to live on in their old age and Don would still be their comfort. Gertrude Hrmmer, ,32. 85 THE BOYS OF THE U. S. A. Oh, boy in khaki and boy in blue, Your bodies are strong, your hearts are true, You stand for honor, for love and light, For all that is noble and all that is right. Your handclasp is Hrm, your gaze is straight, Your duties aren't shirked, you know not hate, Your faces are young and daring and bright, And from your eyes there is shining a light. Oh, man in tattered and threadbare clothes, The world knows not one-half your woes, A shot through the breast, a shattered arm, And some people say that the war did no harm! You were once as stalwart and hopeful as they, Now you are old and haggard and gray, Oh, boy in khaki and boy in blue, This is what war will do to you! D.W 3 THE ENGINEER Rain, sleet, and darkness, Swollen torrents Lashing rocky banks. Wet rails glistening In the path of the Limited Like fine drawn Threads of silver. A shrill whistle Lost in the shout of The wind- Drowned in rain. A glowing headlight Boring a yellow path Through storm-swept The guardian of a hundred Human lives, Sits firm-lipped and silent, His hand on the throttle, His eyes narrowed- Peering ahead into the blackness Along the slender, gleaming rails. night, H. 86 A INTERLUDE A red light glowing Over a pale chiseled faceg A red mass of living flame Called rosesg Low sounds of griefg A candle Hickering, Shedding soft grey lightg A slender mill-worker, Her eyes ringed with shadows, Her face marked by Lifeg The priest Chanting, moaning, lying. What is grief to him? Little boys running about Like machinesg Moving organ musicg Someone sings Lead thou me onf' The casket gleams Like pearl. The statues watch, Cold, inhuman. The incense- How it sickens! The smug priest mutters The Lord,s prayer, Without feeling, With cold eyes. Then a cheap restaurant- A blaring radio playing Russian music- How tragic it can be! Hundreds of feet passing by A dirty windowg People with dull hopeless faces Eating - eatingg The next bus-lights, Shrilling horns-people rushing God knows whereg Someone clinging to me, Sobbing, too- How unreal! Some one discussing the price Of a sandwich. Strange how one's throat Will ache When tears are dried up. 87 H. A., '32 WHAT IS LOVE? Tell me, what is love? Is it a thing long sought? Does it come and go like a dove, Or is it something soon forgot? Oh! Tell me, what is true love? And what it means to the heart, And how is one to prove That 'tis not a practiced art? Oh, tell me what is love, If it keeps not the heart from winging, But stays oneis desire to remove At sweet memories of her singing. Oh! Tell me how to prove This unknown thing called love. Carl B7'l.7ZCk, ,32 VVHAT IS IT? Ah! you cruel and harsh sea! Passionlessly you swirl and swish And drag humans like weeds down To you! To you! Aye! the sands, the glistening sands, Sands like glittering gold Are washed from their home To you! To you! The vast depths of blue, Emerald and flashing scarlet Caught from the sunis rays To you! To you! Yea! I must be made of the sun, Its Hashing rays, and of sands, The glittering sands, for I go To you! To you! Helen Frizzell, '34 88 DANCING GIRL Oh, dancing girl of cheer and laughter, Of Hlmy robes and gleaming hair, You leave a trail of sunbeams after You brighten our sad world of care. You have felt no loss or sorrow Or, lonely, ever shed a tear, You gladly welcome each tomorrow - It holds for you no doubt or fear. You have had no wakeful grief, No poignant trouble and no pain, Your hours are gay beyond belief, You know not days of endless rain. Dancing girl, your skies are blue, You have always missed the rest, Thatls why I can not envy you That's why I think my life is best. Dorothy A. Wolf, RETROSPECT This is my last year at this good old school, And I'm not sorry to have a rest, I've studied some, accomplished a little, And I think I've done my best. I've got a headache but not from worrying, And sometimes I feel blue, My eyes are strained but not from studying, Though I've seen my books clear through. I have not worked so hard as I should have, Perhaps I have been a little slack, But after I leave the school for good, Most likely I'1l wish I were back. Taken commercial work from the start, Thinking that what I needed was that, But to one who passes a college course, I am willing to take off my hat. Mortimer 89 '3 Weaver, '32 THE CITY The city at night, Restless, teeming with life, Beaded with yellow light, Hung with shadows Soft drawn Against gray buildings. Surge of gay throngs Mingled with the low hum Of subways racing underground. 'Tis but the city- Restless- Breathing heavily in its sleep. Helen Andrews, '32. REQUIEM Grandmals place was empty, The place by the side of the Hreg No more would she sit and snooze, For she'd gone to her funeral pyrel Her ashes were put in a peaceful spot Under the old apple tree, No more would she walk oier the fields and the hills, For now she'd gone over the lea. It was lonely without her, they all had agreed, As now by the fire they sat. Oh, why must she go so far away- Their dear old tabby cat? Ruth Penny, '32 I've traveled near, and I've traveled far, And judging I'm no fool, The best of teachers to be found are In our own dear school. M. H. Woolley 90 DON'T YOU LOVE IT? Donit you love it When spring slips over the earth And brings the birds And sleek gray pussy willows And touches the river, Setting it free to rush and shout, Glad of its freedom? Don't you love it- When from the marshes Comes the concert of the frogs At night? Their singing is the last Sound you hear before sleep Steals in Bringing visions of soft Green pastures, violets And tight little buds. Donlt you love it When the earth smells Rich and clean, And the wind rustles in the pines And blows the crow across the field And gets in your hair And tells secrets in your ear- Don't you love it? NIGHT SONG Soft wind blowing, Red moon glowing, Clouds drift over the sky, Lovers singing, God is bringing Quiet, once more from on high. Soft breezes sighing, Stray dog crying, Piercing the silence of night. Then all is calm- Night lingers on 'Til driven away by the light. 91 H. A., '32 D. B., '32 LE TRIOMPH INATTEN DU Le palais de justice etait rempli a sa capacite. Une foule im- patiente attendait avec inquietude le verdict du jury. Derriere la salle etaient des reporters d'usage et des photographes. Il y a deux semaines, les journaux locaux avaient raconte les nouvelles du plus grand Vol depuis beaucoup d'ans. Le collier des diamants de Madame joly avait ete vole. La seule preuve avait ete une fenetre ouverte a Cote de la toilette sur laquelle on a vu le collier pour la derniere fois. Mais maintenant on avait saisi le criminel. Le Pie-eyed Pete notoire! Jusqu'ici on n'avait jamais pu le condamner, bien que beau- coup de fois on avait ete presque certain de son crime. Et maintenant il asseyait tranquillement dans la chaise du de- fendeur, conf1ant que Phabilite de son avocat le libererait. La foule devenait impatiente. Elle commencait a murmurer de maniere at etre entendu. Enfm la porte a ouvert et le jury est entre. Un calme s'est etabli dans la piece comme tout le monde a attendu la response. 'tVotre honneur, nous declarons le defendeur coupablef' Un air de l'horreur a ombrage le visage du defendeur. Coupablel Le mot l'a glace a son chaise. Son avocat etait stupefie. Il pensait au cinq mille dollars que le HPie-eyed Pete lui offrait slil serait vic- torieux. Ce matin encore il avait eu de la difhculte avec son automobile et il avait llintention d7acheter un autre. Sa femme, aussi, avait fait des plans! Un nouveau habit de la fourrure et sa cuisine repeindu a la mode! Et maintenant, c'etaient seulement des reves batis sur une foudement faible. Il a regarde son client. Llombre d'horreur avait passe et a sa place etait un ombre d'espoir. A la hate ils ont exchange quelques mots. Ils avait encore une carte a jouer. Ctetait une chance de sauver les reves de llavocat. Leur fondement ne doit pas tomber en poussierel Lentement il slest leve de sa chaise et il a tourne vers le juge. L'Votre honneur, selon les droits de l'Etat, on ne peut pas con- damner un homme pour un crime qu'il nla pas commis lui-meme. Je crois que nous venons de prouver qu'il a commis le crime, ntest-ce pas?,' Non, votre honneur, vous ne l'avez pas prouve. Mon client nla pas vole ces bijoux. C'etait le bras droit. Le bras a ouvert la fenetre, il a atteindu dans la chambre, et il a pris les bijoux, et il les lui a transmis. Maintenant, juge Dupont, j 'aimerais vous demander pouvez- vous condamner un homme pour quelque chose que le bras a fait? Le juge avait un air embarrasse. Pour un moment, il etait con- fondu. Puis lentement mais fortement il a donne so reponse. 'tL'avocat Lesage, vous avez bien raison. Nous ne pouvons pas condamner cet homme pour ce que le bras a fait. Donc, je condamne le bras droit a dix ans en prison. Le defendeur l'accompagne ou non comme il veutf' La foule etait folle. Tout le monde s'est leve de sa chaise, criant avec joie. Le grand Pie-eyed Pete avait ete vaincu enfin! Mais attendez, quelque chose arrivait au front de la chambre. La foule devenait tout a coup tranquille et tous les yeux etaient mis au 92 point sur le criminel. Ils marchait vers le juge, lentement et avec fermete. Que faisait-il avec le bras droit? Puis quelque chose est arrive! Tous les hommes, femmes, et en- fants dans la chambre etait stupefies. Leur victoire n'existait plus. Pie-eyed Petei' avait devisse le bras de liege, et l'avait donne au juge. Le bras avait ete condamne mais llhomme etait libre. Comme il est sorti du palais de justice il y avait un sourire du triomph sur la figure. Son avocat sourait joyeusement aussi, car ses reves etaient supportes maintenant par un fondement ferme. Ruth Penny, '32, QUELQUES TIMBRES-POSTES FRANCAIS Le premier timbre-poste francais etait publie en 1849. Depuis ce temps vingt-trois issues regulieres ont ete publiees. Parce que les issues commemoratives sont les plus interessantes, j'en ecrirai. En 1923 une serie des timbres-poste etait publiee pour commemorer la naissance de Louis Pasteur, celebre chimiste francais. En 1924 une serie etait publiee pour commemorer le huitieme Olympiade. Le timbre-poste de dix centimes represente un athlete, avec une guirlande atour de sa tete, qui tend at la main vers Paris. Le timbre-poste de vingt-cinq centimes represente une femme qui tient a la main une figure aile. Celui de trente centimes represente un homme qui met en morceaux quelques chose qui parait etre le tronc dtun arbre. Celui de cinquante centimes represente le vainqueur avec sa branche dlolive. Aussi, un autre timbre-poste pour commemorer Pierre de Rousard, le grand poete francais, etait publie en cette annee. Marcellain Pierre Eugene Berthelot, grand chimiste francais, est ne en 1827. En 1927 un timbre-poste etait publie pour commemorer la naissance de ce grand homme. Il y a beaucoup d'autres timbres-postes, pour commemorer l'Exposi- tion Internationale des Arts Modernes Decoratifs, la Legion Americain, Jeanne d'Arc, le centenaire Algerie, et llExposition Colonial. Arthur Hart, '32. LES FIETES NATIONALES Pendant la vie dlun paysan, il n'y a que pen de plaisirs. Le Jour de l'Election, tout le monde met ses bons vetements et va au Mairie ou ils votent. Quelques semaines avant, des Parisiens viennent de Paris aux villages pour dire aux paysans de voter pour leurs candidates. Les paysans votent pour l'homme qui les aidera a avoir de bonnes moissons et qui empechera la guerre. Mardi Gras, le mardi avant mercredi des Cendres, est une autre fete nationale. Ce jour, ils mangent la viande pour la derniere fois avant Carene. Ils ont beaucoup de parades et de Hots. Napoleon dit que si lion peut tourner des crepes avec succes il aura la bonne chance pendant l'annee. Louisianie est la seul endroit aux Etats-Unis ou cette fete est celebree. 93 La Toussaint est une fois par an. Les parents, les amis, et les voisins se joignent pour la celebration. Dans les villages ou le pretre domine les gens, ils ont une fete religieuse, mais, le soir, ils dansent. Avant ce jour, les enfants font des economies, les femmes cuisent beaucoup de bonnes choses, et les colporteurs battissent de grandes etables. De la bonne heure du matin ils vont a l'eglise mais ils sont sans repos car ils veulent aller a la place publique ou il y a beaucoup de gens. Le soir, il y a la plus grande celebration. En France, Noel nlest pas celebre le meme qu'il l'est en Amerique. Le grand jour de fete en France quand tous les membres de la famille s'assemblent et echangent des cadeaux et des salutations, est le jour de 17An. Ce jour, beaucoup de marchands laissent les offrandes, comme une bouteille de creme du laitier, des chocolates ou des fruits de llepicier. Une semaine plus tard a l'occasion de la Fete des Rois-Douzieme Nuit-le boulanger vous envoie un plat especial de gateau, fait de patisserie feuillete, appele un Hgalettew, ordinarement avec une petite poupee, un petite sabot de porcelaine, ou un feve en cuire pour la bonne chance. Celui qui trouve le bijou dans le gateau est le roi ou la reine du soir. Chaque marchand cherche un cadeau par consequent. Le Jour de l'An est la fete des parents, mais Noel est celebre speciale- ment pour les enfants, qui attendent que le Petit Noel descende la cheminee, et remplisse les sabots avec des cadeaux. A Noel a Paris, il y a de petite etables qui sont construits le long des boulevards ou on vend des choes de toute sorte-des bonbons, des joujoux de mecanique, et tout les nouveautes avances. Un vendeur de rue vend du houx et du gui, car la France produit beaucoup de gui. Tout le monde lfachete et le suspend sur leur porte, parce qu'on dit qu'il apporte la bonne chance a la maison pendant l'annee. La Veille de Noel, on celebre des reveillonsiune sorte de reunion -quand les gens eveillent tout la nuit pour feter le Noel. Tous les cafes announcent leurs reveillons, et invitent tout le monde, beaucoup de gens preferent passer le soir ainsi que chez lui. La Messe de Minuit est celebree la Veille de Noel dans les plus grands eglises a Paris. Apres les services, les gens restent pour visiter la creche et pour Voir, la representation de l'ecurie at Bethlehem, avec les trois bergers et l'Etoile de llEst. Cette creche reste dans un coin de lfeglise. Il vous rappelle quelque chose de la premiere Nuit de Noel et le vrai esprit de Noel. Il y a quelques autres fetes mais tout les paysans ne joignent pas dans la celebration. Il y a des paysans qui travaillent fort et n'ont que peu de plaisirs. Ethel Hedin, '32, Gladys Szferzing, '32. 94 '-12 5.1 7 5-- f.Q .,. L Front Row-L. to R.-N. Prosser, R. Murray, N. Hycr, I. Schirm, T. Norris, R. Carter Second Row-G. Barnes, M. Woolley, W. Fcarn, W. Griswold. Buck-A. Spencer, Mr. Ritchie. Front Row-L. to R.-I. Gaslow, I. Newton, E. Bcrgentlulll, F. Rust, I. McQue. Sccoml Row-A. Spencer, T. Vicinio, R. Hungerford, I. 'Williamson Mr. Ritchie. Front Row'-L. to R.-H. Riley, D. Spencer, B. Williams, A. Brace, P. Buck, M. Waite, A. Bronkhurst. Second Row-Miss Coughlin, E. Williamson, B. Griswold, P. Brennan, D. Andrews V. Duncan. Front Row--L. to R.-I. Ploszaj, M. Rhodes, R. Williams, M. Tyrol, M. Booth H. Buck. Second Row--N. Harris, D. Wolf, R. Bannon, L. Schaffer, G. Lawrence. Third Row-H. Saunders, H. Stenstrom, E. Farren, I. Willard. Allll lies SOCCER - VARSITY Wethersfield High,s soccer team, under the direction of Coach George Ritchie, won the Central Valley League Championship. Wethersfield won this year without having to play off a tie. WETHERSFIELD 4 MANCHESTER 2 September 25, 1931 At Wethersfield After a few weeks' practice, our team opened the season by defeating a clever but inexperienced team from Manchester. Gaslow and Dunphy banged in two goals apiece. WETHERSFIELD 6 ESSEX 1 September 29, 1931 At Essex This was another non-league contest which resulted in a victory for Wethersfield. Our boys outclassed the Essex team so that it wasnlt a very interesting game. Pracon and Dunphy kicked in two goals apiece, while Norris made one. WETHERSFIELD 2 WINDSOR 7 October 2, 1931 At Windsor In this game the boys didn't have their usual pep. The field was slippery and Red', Fern was injured. The Windsor team won this tilt quite easily. Swanback did Windsor's attack with two goals. WETHERSFIELD 3 PORTLAND 0 October 6, 1931 At VVethersf1eld The Wethersfield outfit functioned perfectly, and the defense bottled up the opponent's attempts for goals. Our forward line did very well and got three goals. WETHERSFIELD 3 GLASTONBURY 2 OCI0l1Cr 9, 1931 At Glastonbury This game was hard fought from the first whistle to the last. Our goal was attacked often, but Tony Vicino kept most of the drives out. In the last few minutes the winning goal was sent in. Cowles, Pracon, Mc- Cue made the goals for our team. WETHERSFIELD 3 BLOOMFIELD 2 October 13, 1931 At Bloomfield Coach Ritchie started the scrubs, who did well for the time they were in. The regulars went in with Bloomfield in the lead. They fought very hard and won the game with a goal in the last few minutes. 97 WETHERSFIELD 3 WINDSOR 2 October 20, 1931 At Wethersfield The Wethersfield boys went into the game determined to give Windsor a taste of their own medicine, but the best we could do was to defeat them by one point. It was a very hard fought and interesting game. This game was also won in the last few minutes. Pracon, Norris, and McCue sent the ball through for our third goal. WETHERSFIELD 1 PORTLAND 0 October 22, 1931 At Portland This was a hard game for our team because the opponents had their whole team playing defense. After many attempts by our forward line, McCue drove the Winning goal in. During the intermission at half time the referee and those on the side lines were in the middle of a little fight, but everything was'Hnally straightened out before anyone was hurt. WETHERSFIELD 2 GLASTONBURY 1 October 27, 1931 At Wethersfield This was a very hard-fought game. Wethersiield had the lead for most of the game but in the last quarter Glastonbury's forward got through for some tries, but the good work of the fullbacks kept the ball out of the goal. Norris and McCue made the goals for our boys. WETI-IERSFIELD 1 BLOOMFIELD 4 October At Wetherslield This game started very poorly. In the first half Bloomfield had a large lead. In the second half it started to rain very hard. This made it almost impossible to attempt to do any serious damage, but the boys kept up the Fight to the end. Hyers in the last few minutes made our only goal. WETHERSFIELD 2 WEAVER 0 November 3 At Weaver This was a non-league tilt which was another victory for our team. The whole team had very good pass work and they worked together very well. Even if Weaver lost this game, it was a game that was played right. Norris and Dunphy scored our goals. WETHERSFIELD Z MANCHESTER 2 November 6 At Manchester Our team didn't work very well in this game, and to make it harder there was a bitter cold wind. We were behind in the first half but in the latter part of the game Bergendahl sent the ball across the tying goal. Ed made both goals in this game. WETHERSFIELD I TRINITY 0 November 9 At Trinity This was a very hard fought game, but it didnit last the regular length. Instead of 60 minutes it was only 40 minutes. McCue scored the winning goal. 98 WETHERSFIELD 6 ALUMNI O November 11 At Wetherslield The Alumni were all ready to give our boys a good trimming, but instead received one themselves. They were short some of their players at Hrst and were out of condition, but they didn't do so badly. WETHERSFIELD 1 STORRS 4 November 13 At Storrs This trip was the surprise trip for having had a successful season. The game was not up to par, because a stiff wind was blowing, making it hard to judge the ball. Sam Breslow, who was graduated last year, played a good game for Storrs. McCue made our lone goal. In this game Si Cowles knocked down the goal post. The team had the misfortune of losing Pete Gilmore, who tore a ligament in his leg. Pete played a good game as full- back for us. Individual Scoring Points McCue ........ ....,.,..,.................,............. . 9 Dunphy ...... . 8 Norris ,,..,......... . 6 . Bergendahl ...,.. . 5 Pracon .,.......... . 4 Hungerford ...,... . 3 Gaslow ............ . 3 Hyers .......... . 1 Cowles .............................,................,...........,....,..,..,...... 1 Central Valley League Standing Won Lost Tied Wethersfield ...... 6 2 0 Bloomfield ...... 5 2 1 Windsor .......... 5 2 1 Glastonbury ........ 1 5 Z Portland .......... 6 2 Basketball Wetherslield, captained by Eddie Bergendahl, had a good season this year, finishing in a tie for third place with Bloomfield. Our Hrst game was played with Chester, December 9th, on our floor. Bergendahl and Newton led in the scoring, which ended 31-14 in our favor. We lost our Hrst league game to Glastonbury in our gym on Decem- ber 11. The score was 18-14. The Trade School came down on December 16 and took a close game with a score of 32-29. 99 We nosed out Bloomfield, in our first league game away, on Decem- ber 18, by getting 15 out of the 29 points scored. On December 23 we played our usual game with the Alumni. The game was hotly contested and ended 37-35, with the Varsity on the long end. We went to Kingswood on Ianuary 6, and beat them 24-18. Ioe Gas- low was high scorer for Wethersfield. At Farmington on Ianuary 8 we were beaten in a very close game, which ended 26-25. When we went to the Trade School, Ianuary 13, we were more de- cisively beaten. Final score was 36-29. Wilson High came up Ianuary 15. With Bergendahl as high scorer, we beat them 34-17. On Ianuary 22 we went to Windsor, the team which beat us in the Hnals of last year's championship. In that evening's play we lost the game, and through an injury, Iulie Newton. Pratt High of Essex came up on Ianuary 27. We beat these new competitors 36-18. Glastonbury beat us, for the second time this season, on their Hoof, Ianuary 29, score 35-20. Bloomfield came over February 5 and was beaten in a close game which ended 24-23. We went to Enfield, February 9, to return the game they played on our court last year. The Enfield boys piled up 30 points to our 13. In another closely contested game with Farmington on February 12, we beat them on our own Hoor 27-26. Bergendahl was high scorer for Wethersfield. At the Woodrow Wilson school on February 19 we beat their first team in a close game which ended 22-21. To make certain of their superiority, Windsor came down February 26 and in an excellent game beat us 32-27. Letter men this year were as follows: Captain Bergendahl, Captain- Elect McCue, Hungerford, Gaslow, Rust, Vicino, Williamson, Newton and manager, Spencer. Senior High interclass basketball tryouts were held for each of the four classes. Teams were chosen and coached by members of the varsity. Won Lost Points Senior ......... 3 0 6 Freshmen ...... 2 1 4 Sophomores ..., 1 2 2 Iuniors ......... ....... 0 3 0 100 BASKETBALL - VARSITY Individual Scoring Baskets Fouls Points Bergendahl ..,..... .. 68 24 160 Gaslow ........,... .. 21 15 57 Newton ...,.,..,. ., 21 3 45 Williamson .,...,.. .. 20 5 45 Rust ....,........... .. 14 4 32 McCue ,............,.,, 8 6 21 Hungerford ..,.,.. 5 8 18 Pracon . ,.,.,......., 6 2 14 Vicino ........,. 3 3 9 Norris ...... 2 4 8 Daniels ..,, 1 l Central Valley League Standing Won Lost Windsor ..,....... 9 1 Farmington ....... 7 3 Wethersheld . ..,.. 5 5 Bloomfield ...... 5 5 Glastonbury .,..,.. 3 7 Middletown ,,.,.,. 1 9 Baseball Last yearis baseball team, captained by Iohn Horan, won seven out of thirteen games, thereby taking third place in the league. With Coach Ritchie, Manager Carini, Captain Vicino, and an excel lent group of candidates, we expect championship baseball from the team this year. GIRLS' ATHLETICS Basketball - Sophomores A. Brace A D. Andrews P. V. Duncan P. B. Griswold D H. Riley M. E. Williamson B. 101 Bronkhurst Brennan Buck Spencer Waite Williams JUNIOR HIGH Volley Ball D. Andrews V. Richardson P. Buck D. Spencer A. Brace M. Waite V . Duncan I. Wells B. Griswold B. Williams H. Riley E. Williamson G. Boscarello Champion Hockey R. Bannon H. Stenstrom M. Booth H. Saunders H. Buck I. Ploszay L. Schauffer M. Rodes I. Willard E. Farren G. Lawrence N. Harris K. Hope D. Wolf M. Tyrol R. Williams JUNIOR HIGH SOCCER Individual Score Wolf 6 Hungerford 6 Iames 2 Bayek 2 Hughes 1 Nogas 1 Bailey H l The Iunior High team had a very successful season and Won the Iunior League Championship. This team was Captained by Ray Whela- han. These teams help to develop material for the varsity of the future. October 14, 1930, the team went to Newington and defeated them, the score being 3-2. Hughes and Wolf did our scoring. October 21, we played Bloomfield on our field and beat them to the- tune of 3-0. Iames, Wolf, and Hungerford did the honors for us. October 28, we played Farmington at our own Held and defeated them, with a score of 4-0. Boyek and Wolf did the scoring for our team. November 4, we played Unionville at their Held, and beat them to the tune of 5-0. Hungerford led the attack. November 10, the boys played the Blue Hill outfit on our Held and defeated them by 4-0. The Iunior High Team was unfortunate in losing the services of Lester Gordon who broke his wrist, and Francis Hope who received a paralyzed foot. 102 SIIIIOOI n 4 COMMERCIAL CLUB The Commercial Club, under the direction of Miss Edna Chabot, has had a very interesting year. The club was organized late in October and has met every other Tuesday. Until this year the members have had no dues to pay. In order to look forward to some enjoyable time in the club, a small tax was placed upon its members. A Christmas party was given, at which many games were played and prizes awarded. A trip was made to the Aetna Life Insurance Company and The New Method Laundry. Both trips were most interesting. The oliicers of the club are: President .,..............,. ...........,.. M arjorie Meier Vice-President ,..... .....,... R aymond Iohnson Secretary ..,.....,.. .,....,..... A nne Whelan Treasurer .,..... ........,. E velyn Lloyd Charlotte Wickstrand. FRENCH CLUB The French Club, under the direction of Miss Fischer, has had many successful and entertaining meetings. Only second and third year students are members. The officers are as follows: President ,.........,...., . ,..,,... ........ R oger Motten Vice-President .....,....,. ..,.,..... A lice Hiek Secretary ...,.,.........,..,....,............,.......,..,.,..,....... lean Schirm Treasurer ..........,..,..................,,,,......,,..........,. Dorothy Wolf The members are now working on an amusing play entitled, La Faim Est Un Grand Inventeurn. 103 NEW TEACHERS PERLEY FULLERTON Mr. Fullerton lives in Monticello, Maine. He was graduated from Colby College in Waterville, Maine. He taught last year in Plainfield, Connecticut. He teaches Algebra and Plane Geometry. Miss OLGA OLSON Miss Olsonis home is in Collinsville, Conn. She was graduated from Danbury Normal School in Danbury, Connecticut. Before Miss Olson came to Wetherslield High School, she was principal of the Charles Wright School in Wethersfield. She teaches Mathematics in the Iunior High. Mas. GOODALE Mrs. Goodale was transferred from the Center School to take Miss Bliven's place, teaching History in the Iunior High School. IOHN R. FITZGERALD Mr. Fitzgerald, whose home is in Bondsville, Mas- sachusetts, was graduated from Boston University, with a B.S. and a Masteris Degree in Education. Before he came to Wethersfield, Mr. Fitzgerald taught in Plymouth Normal School, Plymouth, Mass. He teaches Democracy and History. Mrss ANNETTE MENARD Miss Menard, who teaches Freshman English, was graduated from the University of New Hampshire. She taught last year in North Stratford, New Hampshire. Her home is Man- chester, New Hampshire. DOROTHY HILL Miss Hill's home is in East Providence, Rhode Island. She was graduated from Brown University, Providence. Last year she taught at Danielson, Connecticut. Miss Hill teaches Iunior High History. FRANCES LEGGETT Miss Leggettis home is in Wethersfield, Connecticut. She is a graduate of Boston University. Miss Leggett taught two years of English before she came here. She teaches Bookkeeping and Business Training. KATHERINE BENEDICT Miss Benedict comes from Stoneham, Massachu- setts. She was graduated from Framingham Normal School and taught two years at Henniker, New Hampshire, before coming here. Miss Benedict teaches Home Economics. JUNIOR HI-Y The Iunior Hi-Y of Wethersfield High School is made up of Fresh- men and Sophomores. The faculty advisor is Mr. Fullerton. The club officers are as follows: President .... ...,.,.........,.....,....,.,. ........ F r ancis Rust Vice-President ,....... .,.,.. Floyd Williams Secretary ...,.......... ,...,.,.,..........,..,... R ichard Carter Treasurer ,.,,...., ....,.............. Ioseph Williamson 104 Front Row-L. to R.-D. Calkins. F. Hergenrlahl. I. Newton. C. Lynch. Second RowfT. Norris. P. Michl. I. Pophani. I. Roniniell. N. Anderson, A. Laflin. Third Row-B. Griswold, T. Bechcr. W. Fearn. H. Ertel. W. Innes. Back Row-E. Sommer, E. Enquist, D. Stockwell, Mr. Fuller, C. Baker. E. Gustafson. SENIOR HI-Y CLUB The Hi-Y has just completed its second successful year. The club held meetings twice a month in the High School. For a program there was either a speaker, who spoke on some special topic of interest, or an open discussion with all members joining in. This year the Hi-Y sponsored bringing Dr. Seely down from Springfield, to speak to all the boys in the High School. The annual dance was held May 6th, and was a big success. The oihcers were as follows: President .. .................,.. ,..,...k . . Iulian Newton Vice-President ...... Edwin Bergendahl Secretary ...,......... .....,.... D avis Calkins Secretary ...........,.... ............. C arroll Lynch Faculty Advisor ...... ...... M r. Harvey Fuller TEA DANCES A series of afternoon dances has been held during the year, which have been well attended by the student body. The sponsors of these dances have been the Iunior and Senior classes alternately. The dances have been 105 l held every two or three weeks. The music has been furnished by The Night Hawk Serenaders, composed of students of the school. This is the Hrst time this type of social activity has been introduced into Wethersfield High School. Such dances have met with success through- out the high schools in Hartford as well as here. The afternoon Tea Dances have done more toward benefiting the students than any other social activity in the school. They have helped to form a friendly relationship between the members of the different classes. Many of the shy students who failed to attend our class dances have now conquered this bashfulness. The informality of the social gatherings has appealed to everyone. The dances break the monotony of the school week and give the students something to look forward to. Aside from the fact that they help individuals, they also help the different classes to meet their expenses. The low price enables those who have been affected by the depression to attend the dance and have an enjoyable time. Yes, we sincerely hope that these dances may be continued as successfully in the future as they have been this year. We are all grateful to the orchestra for the Hne music they gave us at these informal dances. DEBATING CLUB A Debating Club was organized at the beginning of the year, with Mr. Fitzgerald as the faculty advisor. The officers are as follows: President ....,.............. ...... I sabelle Vicino Vice-President .......... ....... I ohn O'Neil Secretary-Treasurer ...,,.,..,....,.....,.....,.... .....,.. F red Becher The outstanding debate was given for assembly. The topic was Re- solved: That the Installment Plan is a Detriment to the Nation . The affirmative side was upheld by Kenneth Stevens, Robert Knuepfer, and Vivian Skinner as the alternate. The negative side was upheld by Isabelle Vicino, Fred Becher, and Iohn O,Neil as the alternate. The judges gave the decision to the negative. We hope that a Debating Club will be continued next year, because debating is a very interesting subject. SKETCH CLUB The Sketch Club was organized at the beginning of the year under the supervision of Miss Ingle. The officers are as follows: President ...,......................................,............,..,. Alice Hick Secretary-Treasurer ..................,........,.............. Ethel Hedin The club meets every two weeks. During the first of the year the members sketched still-life objects. Later they drew sketches of models in charcoal, watercolor pencils, and paint. 106 SPOT-LITE The Spot-lite staff this year had the responsibility of the publishing of the school paper, the Spot-litew. Each month the staff has tried to bring out a bigger and better paper, which has served not only to entertain the readers but also to give them an idea of the school activities going on about them. However, because of a lack of funds, the editors have had a difficult time in getting out all these issues. The printing has been done in the Press room under the supervision of Mr. Anderson, to whom the staff wishes to express their appreciation of his help. Following are the names of the members of this year's staff: Editors-in-Chief Helen Andrews Ethel Hedin Edward Sommer fBusiness Managery Faculty Advisors Miss Inman Mr. McKnif1 Mr. Anderson Reporters: lane Willard Iohn Vallerio Warren Levick Raymond Iohnson Peter Vallerio Orlo Boies Iudith Welles Edith Warner Wyatt Boies Shirley Chapman Anne Longley STAMP CLUB The W. H. S. Stamp Club, with a membership of fourteen, was or- ganized October 15, 1931. The ofhcers are as follows: President ....,........................... ................... A rthur Hart Vice-President .......,. ,...... .,.. ...,.. A r t hur Enquist Secretary-Treasurer .........,..,........,..................,. Alex Carini The purpose of the club is to promote a better understanding of and to heighten the interest in Philately. The meetings are held twice a month on Thursdays. The club subscribes to a stamp magazine. During the course of the year the members exhibit their collections, give many interesting reports, and trade duplicate stamps. THE CAP AND BELLS At the beginning of the year each new member brought a selection which determined whether or not he was choosing a club for which he was fit. At each meeting it was planned that a small group should read a one- act play. At the Christmas party each person read a selection. Some former members of the Cap and Bells entertained. We thought that the entertain- ment gave the present members an incentive. A one-act play was chosen to be given in assembly. The club meets every two weeks on Thursday. 107 l C l The ofhcers are as follows: President .....,,.,,...... ....,.. F rank Schirm Vice-President ....... ,.... F rances Martel Secretary-Treasurer ,. ..,..,... Vera Duncan THE FRESHMEN RECEPTION The Freshman Reception was held October 16, 1931, at 8:15 o'clock, in the High School Auditorium, under the sponsorship of the Senior Class. Music was furnished by Van White's orchestra. Many games had been planned in which the Freshmen competed for prizes. There was a great deal of competition, since there were about seventy-Five Freshmen present. At 10:30 refreshments, consisting of ice cream and cookies, were served. Directly after this the Freshmen were asked to leave, which they did. The dancing then continued until the playing of Home Sweet Home at twelve o,clock terminated one more Freshman Reception in the history of good old Wethersheld High. THE JUNIOR PROM The Iunior Prom was held in the High School Auditorium, April I, 1932, from 8:15 to 12:15. About a hundred couples attended. The hall was decorated in purple and gold--the class colors, with bunches of purple and gold balloons over- head. Van Whiteis orchestra played, giving excellent music for dancing. The patrons and patronesses were as follows: Mr. and Mrs. Greer Miss Hartman Mr. and Mrs. Fuller Mr. and Mrs. McKniff Mr. Francis The committee in charge consisted of Norman Herrick, Chairman, Katharine Griswold, Iane Willard, Frederick Becher, George Rowell, Ray- mond Iohnson, and Evelyn Lloyd. The committee worked hard and long to make the prom a success, and their efforts were rewarded. JUNIOR HIGH SCIENCE CLUB The Iunior High Science Club under the supervision of Mr. Francis has had a very interesting year. They have visited Station WTIC, the Wesleyan Observatory, and Travelers Tower. The parents furnish the cars and take the members of the club to these places. Their co-operation with Mr. Francis and the club is greatly appreciated. 108 3, l l F ' l A Front Row-L. to R.4H. Andrews, I. Popham, E. Deming. C. Lynch. Second RowfMiss Viets. I. Rommell, IJ. lierquist, F. VVikc. HackAP. Randall, V. Skinner, E. Sommer, D. Stockwell, Ii. Ili-din, C. Brinck. CAPTAIN APPLEJ ACK Captain Applejackw, a three-act play, was very artistically presented by the Senior Class on February 6th, to a full house. Carroll Lynchis portrayal of Ambrose Applejohn, an eifeminate bach- elor with a desire for romance and adventure, might well make a profes- sional actor proud. His ward, Poppy Faire, was delightfully played by Emeline Deming. lean Popham acted the part of the villain with great skill. Helen Andrews gave a fine interpretation of the Russian dancer, Anna Valeska. Unexpected talent was found in the person of Edward Sommer as Mr. Pengard, the Oriental mystic and as the Chinaman in the second act, which was a direct contrast to the First act. In this act Carroll Lynch was the blustering Captain Applejack, Emeline Deming was his loyal cabin boy, Helen Andrews was the captive woman, over whom the Captain and the mutinous mate, lean Popham, fought. Much credit is due Miss Viets, the director of the play. The entire cast included the following: Ambrose Appleiohn, Carroll Lynch: Lush, Phillip Randall, Aunt Agatha, Gertrude Hanmerg Poppy Faire, Emeline Deming: Anna Valeska, Helen Andrews, Mrs. Pengard, Vivian Skinner: Mr. Pengard, Fdward Sommerg Ivan Horolsky, lean Pophamg Dennett, Edgar VVikeg Iohnny lason, Iohn Rommell. The pirates in the second scene were Carl Brinck, George Barnes, David Stockwell, Roger Motten, Clement Motten, Iohn Vallerio, Iohn O'Neil, Arthur Hart, George Rowell, Ray Dexter, and Richard Hunt. 109 Front Row-L. to R.-I. Valario, E. Lloyd, F. Becher, E. Deming, D. Calkins, L Schaffer, E. Ciistufson, R. Ambrose, 17. Clnpp. Second Row-I. Willard, R. Cleasby, K. Griswold, C. Lynch, H. Andrews, I. Popham, K. Hope, R. Iohnson. Tliirtl Row-S. Miles. R. Cleasby. Miss Morse. R. Traute, E. VVike. B, Smith. C. Motten, Mr. VVilson. I. Newton. E. Sommer. SENIOR HIGH DRAMATIC CLUB The Senior High Dramatic Club, under the direction of Miss Morse and Mr. Wilson, has held its meetings every other Thursday evening. The olhcers are: President .......... .............. F red Becher Vice-President ,... ...,.......... D avis Calkins Secretary ...,,,.,..,.. ...... ,..,., K a tharine Griswold Treasurer ,.................,.......,.....,,,...,.,............... Carroll Lynch Two one-act plays have been given in assembly, and a three-act play, Tons of Moneyn, was given very successfully on April fifteenth, for the public. STUDENT COUNCIL The Hrst meeting of the Student Council was held on September 21, 1931. The following officers were elected: President ......,..,....,...,.............,,,,. ..... I ulian Newton Vice-President .... .... T helma Hardy Secretary ........ ..,... ..,.. I a ne Willard Treasurer ..,......... ,.... F rancis Rust 110 It was decided by the council to abolish the previous system of dues. All clubs must be self-supporting. They have been required to send a monthly financial report to the treasurer of the council. Clubs were re- quested not to overdraw the treasury without the consent of the council. A change was made this year in the election of officers. It now stands that the President of the Senior Class automatically becomes President of the Student Council. Student Council representatives receive a quarter of a year's credit for serving on the Council. The outstanding duties of the Council were to arrange assemblies and to sponsor all social activities. The Council voted to spend five dollars for a reel of films. Pictures of the different clubs were to be taken and kept on record. The Council arranged the tea dances. They were as follows: Senior, Dramatic Club, Sophomores, Hi-Y, Iuniors, Seniors, and Sopho- mores. Two week intervals were allowed. The members of the Athletic Council are Raymond Iohnson and Thelma Hardy. Six dollars and twenty-five cents is the balance for the Councilis treasury. Due to the co-operation of the Council members and the sincere interest taken, the Council has been able to solve many problems. 111 .4 fqflf .f-L, ALUMNI PLAY On March 19, 1932, the W. H. S. Alumni presented the three-act comedy of Broadway note, Ionesy,,, written by Anne Morrison and lohn Peter Toohey. The presentation proved to be a marked success. The play is rich in humor, clever in theme, and interesting in the development of gasping situations in the unfolding of the plot. The cast entered into the production with unwonted spirit and zeal, proving themselves quite worthy of the task of entertaining the audience with a Hnished interpretation of the play. The coach, Mr. Carlton, again proved to all his ability to direct any amateur play professionally. The cast was as follows: Mr. Iones .,.........,...,....... ,....... M alcolm Anderson Mrs. Iones ,. .. Mildred Hannum VVilbur Iones ........ Iames Welton Anne Iones ,...... ,...., S arah Cody Mildred Ellis ...... .......... M ary Allen Diana Deveraux ..... ,..,..,... K atherine Cody Billy Morgan .....,. ..,.. E dwin O'Donnell Stanley Iackson ,......,. . ...., Leon Griswold Katie .,.,.,...,,......,..........,....,........... ................ I-I elen Little Plumber, Mr. Silverberg ......,....... ...... W inthrop Pierson Another Plumber, Policeman .,... ............. . .. ..,.. ....... . Robert Bill For those who were unable to attend the performance, it can only be said that, according to all reports, they missed one grand evening of laugh- ter and excitement. The committee, the cast, the coach, and the audience all feel mighty proud of their Alumni, and it is the one big wish that in years to come some such presentation will be put forth annually with equal success. 112 X 4 PERSONAL INTERVIEWS I saw Doug Rankin a moment one Sunday. He seems to be getting along well at Trinity. He has changed from the gay Doug to a more serious person, but I must say this dignified air is very becoming. I sup- pose college life docs cause one to become a bit sedate. He still has his pleasant smile and friendly Way. Florence Murray finds Mount Holyoke College most exciting. She says it has already fulfilled all of her expectations. She told about an interesting college function, a circus which the girls gave in place of the usual spring gymnastic meet. She describes this circus in detail and in her own clever way. Weire glad she likes college so well, and we realize that Mount Hol- yoke is fortunate in having her for a student. I do believe Bill Warner has grown taller and even more handsome than ever. College life certainly agrees with him. We understand that he is president of his class and one of the most popular boys at Trinity. Our loss was Trinityls gain, but I guess Bill hasn't forgotten us entirely. Bert Baskerville has not changed a bit. He has that same old smile which we all Hnd so captivating. He says that the first year at Trinity is real hard, but we know that anyone as smart as Bert has little reason to worry about marks. 5 Sterl Tooker seems to like Wesleyan a great deal, and we know that the boys there like him-how could they help it? Sterl is just as good- looking as ever and as pleasant. We hope the girls in Middletown don't see Sterl too often-it's bad for the heart. Bob White is at the Society for Savings. Business life hasn't quieted him down much, he's as full of fun as ever. I understand the girls at the bank think Bob is pretty nice. We don't wonder they do-that grin of his surely is infectious. Frances Griswold is looking healthier than ever. She says that there is nothing like midnight college feasts to add zest to oneis spirits and pounds to one's waist line. Incidentally, Fran is at Simmons College and is getting along splendidly. Fred Rust was caught by the reporter coming out of Mr. Richie's gym oilice, just like old times! Fred said that he isn't working at present. Iust to be different! He can not seem to let basketball alone, for he is playing with the A. C. George Cummings was another one spotted dashing out of Coach Richie's office. George says he is not working because he hates to take a job away from anyone else. George plays basketball with the A. C. Charlotte Barnes, Chick, is just as vivacious as ever. She is working for the Board of Education in the accounting department. '4Chick,' likes her work very much. She would! Chick,, would get along anywhere. We are very fortunate in having Catherine Lassen with us this year. She is very business-like in the oflice, but always pleasant and helpful. I wonder why some of the Senior boys are so willing to go to the ohficeP ' Alumni Department. 113 ROUND-ROBIN LETTER FROM THE CLASS OF '31 Greetings, Class of '32s For the past school year I have been enrolled as a student in Mer- chants Sc Bankers' Business and Secretarial School. Wishing the best of success to your Elm, I remain, Sincerely, Ramona Kretzmer. Dear Friends: Last August I accepted a position with The Caledonian Insurance Company. My duties there, both as oHice boy to the President and more recently as a map clerk in the Underwriting Department, have been most interesting and very instructive. Sincerely yours, Edmund C. Taylor. To the Elm Board: My dears, I simply must tell you--excuse me-I forgot that this is not intended for a women's magazine. During the season of Lent I made a supreme sacrifice and gave up going to college as my bit of penance. In fact, after Lent was over, I liked the idea so Well that I am still penanc- ingn. As I Write this, I am engaged in X-ray work, and I can assure you that my interest in this Work is more than skin-deep. Hope you have ri-p--p--p--ing luck with THE ELM. Charles B. Hauser. I have been working since the early part of August in the Connecticut Mutual Life Insurance Company, in the Actuarial Department, to be specific. I have no special job as yet but am still learning. Best wishes and success to the class of Thirty-Tvvov. Harriet Rhodes. After a pleasant summeris vacation, I attended Merchants and Bank- ers' Secretarial School for three months. I am now doing secretarial work in the Vocational Education division of the State Board of Education and enjoy my Work very much. Best wishes for success to the class of ,32. Fern Wolf. To the Class of 1932: Your round-robin letter finds me pursuing shorthand, typing, and other such sundries at Merchant Sz Bankers' Business School, with a few of the members of '31. We all like it very much, and the Work is interest- ing to us. To all of you I wish the best of luck in life and success in publishing your Elm . Sincerely, Anne Hope. 114 As Mr. Fuller's secretary, I have been able to keep in close contact with the members of Wethersfield High School. While touring the halls on my various errands, I have found that the upper hall especially has been enveloped in a dignified silence. The tumult in the corridors, the throwing of erasers in the classrooms, etc., seem to have vanished. Could the change in the atmosphere be attributed to the absence of the members of the Class of '31? Catherine A. Lassen. I live in constant fear of being seized and forced to accept a job. It is needless to say that nothing, not even the depression fthere is one, isn't there?j, could possibly hit my family harder. It is, to my way of thinking, nothing short of tragic to break in a family chauffeur. Wishing the Class of '32 success. Alice Landeen. I am attending New Britain Normal School, trying to become a school-marmf' Best of luck to the Class of 1932! Lorna Welton. At present I am playing family chauffeur. I wish the best of luck to this year's Elm and success to the Class of 1932. Edwin A. Kline. I am studying for a B. S. degree at Trinity College. Although the Wethersfield High School has given me an excellent background for the courses here, I have become disillusioned in regard to the difficulties of the preparation. Contrary to my former belief, I have discovered that my High School days were a heavenly bliss. Congratulations to the class of '32, and may the future bring it success. Robert C. Field. I've been taking a Post Graduate Course here this past year so that I may enter a Training School for Nurses in the fall. Let me Wish the Class of '32 the very best of luck. Phyllis L. Willard. Thanks to the commercial training I received at Wethersfield High School, I was able to secure a position for the summer with the Guernsey- Westbrook Lumber Company. I am now going to Merchants Sc Bankers' Business 6: Secretarial School. I Wish everyone in the class of '32 success and luck. 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Alex Gold - Columbia University. Helen Gustafson -- Travelers Branch Oflice. Francis Hart-Home. Frank Huggard-Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. Robert Huggard- Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. Minor Kretzmer-Wentworth Institute. Iohn Manikas-Home. Mildred Lewis - Home. Iosephine Mazo- Secretary at Town Hall. Warren McGuenness - Horne. Alice Miller-Connecticut College for Women. Lucy Newton - Horne. Marian Richardson-Mechanics Savings Bank. Darcy Smith-Farming in New Iersey. Iames Standish-Connecticut Agricultural College. Dudley Stannard-Home. Charles Towne-Reporter for Hartford Courant. Iustin Tucker-Society for Savings. Ienny Tuller - Home. David Van Ausdall-Royal Typewriter. Emma Willard - Mount Ida. George Young-Frisbie Pies. 117 HISTORIC WETI-IERSFIELD FOUNDED IN 1634 Greetings to THE CLASS OF 1932 CIVIC LEADERS OF THE FUTURE FROM THE WETHERSFIELD BUSINESS MEN,S AND CIVIC ASSOCIATION 118 1 U 1 N HW Sec xi Tlcs off!! 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Homespun, Greensboro, North Carolina: Your magazine in the classical line Is as fine as it could beg But when it comes to humor, You lack in efliciency. Acropolis, Barringer High School, Newark, New Iersey: In Athletics you are fine, In stories you could improve, So why not take a little time And make this worth-while move? The Tattler, Bloomfield, Connecticut: Your editorials are good, Your departments are complete. Why not include a few more poems, And your book would be hard to beat. Farmington Student, Farmington, Connecticut: There is only one criticism- Otherwise your book is fine. In exchanges you are lacking, Yes, that is the only crime. The Broadcast, Waterville Iunior High School, Maine: As we studied your little book, We noticed your many ads, But don't you think that they would look Better in the last ten pages or so? The Tabula, Torrington, Connecticut: Your school notes section is of the best, Your jokes are surely fine, Perhaps some pictures and cuts Would improve your book in that line. 123 Y ,, D. J. COUGI-ILIN Roofing mul Wate1fp1foofi1ag 294 Huyshope Ave. Hartford, Conn. C om plimefzzfs of The Central Hardware Company Central Building - Telephone 9-0033 Cozfzplimefzts of HARTFCRD MARKET COMPANY A PERFECT FOOD FOR ALL THE FAMILY FANCY A 9679 4 A SPECIAL FORMS Q . ' I , 4' A CAKES FOR ALL f ' 0 I I AND OCCASIONS 1, . A MOULDS MADE TO f y l . MADE TO ORDER , ' A ORDER D6Zl'Z!E7'6'd in Dry Ice- Ch0ciQ Full of Youth Unity 124 AMONG US SENIORS THE WORLD NVOULD COME TO AN END IF- Mike Quintiliano turned out to be a six-footer. HDave Stockwell wore a 29 belt. Thelma Hardy stayed in nights. George Russ became a Radio Announcer. May Brant ever resembled Marie Dressler. Tug', Gustafson stopped talking. Ruth Penny became serious. Vera Hanson had no dates. Mickey Weaver wore short pants. Roy Gilmore became serious and sad. Gertrude Hanmer lost her drag with the faculty. Iohn Rommell became the facultyls pet. Emeline Deming's eyes lost their attraction. Davis Calkins lost his spats. 'SPhi1,' Gustafson,s blush should disappear. Fred Whelahan became saintly. Ellen Manikas should high-hat us. Carroll Lynch didnlt have the last word. Bud,' Lytle became a woman-hater. Russell Noren became a crooner. Commercial Club had full attendance. Helen Andrews became a gold-digger. The Wethersfield High Iazz Band became operatic Dot Iensen broke up with a certain person. Izzy,' Vicino lost her smile. Tommy Sullivan decided to become a minister. Dot Hedin forgot to do her homework. 'KDick,' Hunt fell insanely in love. Ululen Newton lost his popularity. Dancing were allowed after twelve o'clock. 125 a. .,,,,, C011zplime1z1fs of CLAYTON W. WELLES C'077Zpli1'l'L6711fS of The Class mf 11933 C011zjJli11ze1zts Of The Faazzlzjf Of WHS. 126 Most Sober Best Artist Biggest Flirt Most Courteous Least Studious Biggest Heartbreaker Most Modest Most Steadfast Self-conscious Best Looking Best Dancer Most Dignified Best Drag Shyest Best Sport Most Most Most Most Quiet Popular Attractive Natural Deepest Blusher Most Most Most Most Most Most Most Most Easily SatisHed Eccentric Easy Going Mischievous Talkative Likely to Succeed Cheerful Bashful Best Dresser Liveliest Most Most Most Conceited Likable Pleasing Personality Biggest Line Thrower Cleverest Most Studious Cutest Smartest Athlete Most Changeable Busiest Most Class Class Congenial Borrower Teaser Noisiest Boy Hater Girl Hater Class Actor M WMM, IN OUR OPINION Marshall Gardner Theodore Seitz Alfred Lytle Edward Sommer Thomas Sullivan Davis Calkins Raymond Lewis George Russ George Russ Frederick Whelahan Carroll Lynch Edward Sommer Carroll Lynch Ioseph Sullivan Iulian Newton Marshall Gardner Iulian Newton Davis Calkins Mortimer Weaver Filmore Gustafson David Stockwell Norman Anderson Mortimer Weaver Thomas Sullivan Iohn Rommel Edward Sommer Elmer Gustafson Marshall Gardner Carroll Lynch Elmer Gustafson Norman Anderson Iulian Newton Iulian Newton Iohn Rommel Carroll Lynch George Russ Carroll Lynch George Russ Edward Bergendahl Roy Gilmore Edward Sommer Elmer Gustafson Elmer Gustafson Thomas Sullivan Thomas Sullivan Iohn Huggard Iean Popham 127 Della Berquist Iean Schirm Marjorie Meier Ellen Manikas Florence Hansen Thelma Hardy Dorothy Brunsell Della Berquist Iean Schirm Gertrude Hanmer Thelma Hardy Gertrude Hanmer Gertrude Hanmer Anna Pierczyk Thelma Hardy Marjorie Iudson Thelma Hardy Vera Hansen Ruth Penny lean Schirm Marjorie Iudson Helen Dillings Ruth Penny Ruth Penny Thelma Hardy Ethel Hedin Vera Hansen Anna Pierczyk Marjorie Meier Thelma Hardy Gertrude Hanmer Ellen Manikas Helen Andrews Frances Riley Helen Andrews Della Berquist. May Brandt Ethel Hedin Dorothy Iensen Helen Dillings Isabelle Vicino Emeline Deming Elizabeth Kilby Ruth Penny Thelma Hardy Dorothy Brunsell Helen Andrews Complimenls of DR. A. W. HOWARD Compliments of JAMES T. PRATT HEADQUARTERS School and Office Furniture also School and Office Supplies THE GUSTAVE FISCHER COMPANY 236-237 4'Both Sides of Asylum St HARTFORD, CoNN. Telephone 2-3141 Compliments of DR. O. A. MOSER CIOIAIL Coke and Fuel Oils for Wethersheld People Place your order now for our clean, high grade Lehigh Coal, Coke or Oil to be delivered during the summer VALLEY COAL CO., INC. Wells Road Wetherslield Phone 9-1087 Compliments of KENNETH F. CRAMER T 128 Mona Georg Mur Iea Doro Elizabet Hel Roy Gert May Br Helen Richard H Arthur H Charlot Kathr Norma Elmer Alex Frederick Mary Florence Han Rus Mari Al Hele Harvey M Marshall Gard Theodor Irving Gar Della B Rog Vera Ha Iohn S Rut Christ Edwa Gladys S Audre Kenne Frederick Iohn oolley Russ el Wilder Schirm hy I-Iedin Kilby n Andrews ilmore ude Hanmer ndt illings Dt It e Wickstrand ne Greenwood Anderson ustafson arini ewis mbrose on ell Noren rie Iudson red Lytle Olson ller er Seitz side rquist r Motten son evens Penny ne Lynch d Sommer erzing Richardson h Stevens helahan ,Neil Cofnplirfnenzfs of The Qlass of 1934 Start Every Day Right E112 Bartfnrh Grnuramt DAILY SUNDAY if you Want a better garden ---- plant HART'S seefls if you Want a velvety lawn ---- plant H ART,S seeds if you Want more beautiful flowers - - - plant H ARTS seecls Cell 9-0247 for real gczrrlen service THE CCHAS. C. HART SEED RCU. 304 Main Street, - Wethersield, Conn. Telephone owlers promptly elelizfererl 130 Edgar Phill Albert Elthel Richard Iean Pop Harold Michael Q Elle Emeline Anthur Carl B Davis Carroll Ann France David Marjorie Gertrud Iulian Doro Dorot Edwin B George Th Vivian Doro Iohn R Filmore Gusta Thomas Iohn H Richard Isabelle Vi Mortim Mary Ru Dori mln'-2 P126 Zm3mmPrOWmUZG HGH 'QUIHUU 1-110 QOCIU1 G mmm ike p Randall pencer edin raute am rtel intiliano Manikas erning nquist inck alkins ynch Pierczyk Riley tockwell eier Harris ewton hy Iensen y Brunsell rgendahl 21I'I1CS Ima Hardy kinner hy Smith mmel son ullivan ggard leasby ino r Weax'er t Herron Compliments of HENRY S. GRISWOLD General Agent for The Northwestern Mutual Life Ins. Co. HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT Compliments of A. W. I-IANMER PRINTERS SERVICE, INC. Monotype Composition Linotype Composition Make-np and Materials Fonnrlry Types 106 ANN ST., HARTFORD, CONN. GRA-ROCK GINGERALE Wethersield, Conn, Hartford Phone 9-1000 ADDRESS: Box One HARTFORD, CONN. Compliments of F. C. SHEPARD N atiircil Mille and Cream Call Me Darling ....,....... Happy Feet ,..................... That Little Boy of Mine Baby's Birthday Party ,.,. I Wanna Count Sheep .. Curly Head ..,..............,,... NEW SONGS I'm Iust a Vagabond Lover With My Guitar .......,.,..,. My Time Is Your Time Freddie, the Freshman .. Im So In Love ................ Great Big Man from the Whispering .......,................ Delicious ..,.........,...4........... When I'm the President .. Dark Eyes ................,......... South Thelma Hardy lean Schirm Michael Quintiliano P. Randall N. Anderson Tuggy A. Lytle I. Rommell E. Sommer F. Whelahan D. Iensen D. Stockwell Riley and Wickstrand M. Meier Iule Newton I. Vicino STATION W. H. S. BROADCASTING May we present: l. Morning exercises, by Dave Stockwell. 2. The latest news, by Eddie Bergendahl. 3. How to apply lipstick, by Marge Meier. 4. A friend to all, by Helen Andrews. 5. A new reducing method, by Ruth Penny. We wonder what would happen if: 1. Emmy Deming didnit see her Frankie. 2. Iohn Rommell stopped Hirting with a certain blonde. 3. Iulie Newton ever opened a book to study. 4. Dot Iensen didn't see a big green car waiting for her after school. 5. Tuggy Gustafson's permanent wave came out. 6. Buddy Rogers knew he had a rival in Fred Whelahan. 7. George Russ were not so good-natured. 8. Ethel Hedin had a flat tire while driving. 9. Gert Hanmer ever had to walk to school. IO. Tommy Sullivan lost his voice. ll. Elizabeth Kilby looked up her spelling words for ollice practice. IZ. The teachers didn't give the seniors good marks. 13. Thel Hardy acted her age. Have you ever stopped to wonder why: l. Carl Brinck blushes so? 2. Gert Hanmer never uses her study periods to study? 3. Tom Sullivan can't be quiet? 4. Marge Meier takes such an interest in the dances at Bulkeley High School? 5. Richard Cleasby hates to give a book report in English? 6. Florence Hanson likes to stay after school every night to type? 7. Helen Andrews whistles when she is alone at night? 8. Eddie Bergendahl doesn't like girls? 9. George Russ takes such an interest in Soby's dancing school? IO. Mickey Weaver goes to Nev' York every week-end? 133 S. SATRIANO 86 SONS NIfV6ll2C'l'Sj,'iClli,5 Leading Market 675 Wolcott Hill Road Meats, Groceries, Fish, Etc. 3 Deliveries Daily Phone 9-0836 Wolcott Hill Pharmacy H. E. STRASBURG, Reg. Pharmacist A. C. ROBY, Reg. Pharmacist Prescriptions carefully compounded from Purest Drugs Atlas Lending Library WETHERSFIELD CONCRETE CONSTRUCTION CO. 31 Lorraine Road Tel. 9-0754 Wethersheld Foundations, Septic Tanks, Sewers, Sidewalks IMEIXTBER OF NATIONAL ASSOCIATION. OF PIANO TUNERS, INC. MARC A. SCHAEFFER Piano Technician ana' Tuner 53 Robbins Drive WETHERSFIELD, CONN. YOUR PIANO SHOULD BE TUNED AT LEAST TVVICE A YEAR H A S C O Hartford Athletic Supply Company Compliment: of 551 Main St., Hartford, Connecticut l C. C' SCHNEIDER, D' D. S. TENNIS AND GOLF SPECIALISTS W. C. MASON at Co. iC0m,,,,.m,,,,,0f Incorporatca' Wholesale and Retail COAL AND FUEL OILS Service that Sazisjics 726 Main St. Hartford WINDING BROOK FARM S. W. MORGAN, Prop. Natural Grade A Milk 134 MW E ms l siynov new Arthur Hart fatter the morning prayers in 209j: Iudging by the re- sponse in this room, everyone's Atheist. Said Nimmie: There's one thing I'd like more than anything I can distinguish, The one little thing that would give me joy is A French Class in which they speak Englishf, Nlr. Kcirstead Qin Chemistry classy: 'Alf zinc vapor is condensed, what kind of solid is formed?', Charlie Sidor: UA liquidf' Hearing a voice like the grunt of a pig, Lynch pipes up: HI thought this was a study, not a styf, Nlzztlz. teacher: K'Susie, how many days in each monthPl, Susie: g'Thirty days has September, All the rest I can't remember, The calendar hangs on the wall, So why bother me at all?', A STUDENT'S IJRAYER Onward, onward, 0h time, in thy Hight, Make the bell ring Before I recite. Red Rommell's idea olf nothing is a bladelcss knife without a handle. Bob Kzzwfpfcr: 'SI resent that. ' Dick Traule Qafter leczrzzing zhnz Bob has been Z0 Fftzyif court cruel: 1 Resention over-rules! Fre.vh1m11z's tZ7l'C'LI77'Z.' HNow lookit here, Keirsteadln Boozlegger far fm gcc.: his XPC!! m.fl0uzc'r on the xtreclj: That's my booz'em triendf, Mr. Fitzgerald, aflcr lIl1SllfC'l'IilZg tclcphofzc: 'SIS there anyone named Wells here?H Bacher: No but Surin Y is 'ust around the cornerf, : E 1 135 J C0mpli11ze1zts of THE VIKING BAKING COMPANY 68 Park Road West Hartford C017'ZPli77167Z1fS of W. A. PIKE Florist 648 Park Street HARTFORD, CONNECTI T C011zp1i11ze1zfs of CONNECTICUT FOUNDRY COMPANY C0l7ZPli111671fS of NEW METHOD LAUNDRY CORP. 61-99 Albany Avenuc, Hartford, Connecticut A Complete laundering Dry Cleaning, Dyeing, and Repair Service 136 Miss Viets, in English class: Iohn, what can you tell us about the life of Francis Bacon? Iohn: I didn,t do any homework. Barnes: In other words, you didn't bring home the bacon. Teacher: Define coalition. Cleasby: When two things try to get into the same place at the same timef' Miss Viets, when discussing the use of the word aught, said that it meant anything. Richard Cleashy: If someone asked you what you wanted to eat, could you say, 'aught'? Punished as much as Sullivan's Essex. Hot dog, said Motten, as he grabbed his foot. S. Miles floolqing out of windoufj: Look, a car passed the traffic light and Simpson's out therelv As every one looked out he added, But the light was greenf' Mr. Francis: Summers, what are you going to do when you gradu- ate? Ed. Sommers: 'Tm oinr to be a olitician. ' Sl 3 g E P ' ,Y Mr. Francis: Youll have to develop a bay-window first. Mr. Fullerton in Geometry class: The next theorem you are about to study was developed by President Garfield, Bright Student: Is that why he Was shot?,' lulie Newton, speaking before combined Weaver and Wethersjield Hi-Y's, fseriouslyj: . . . and we hold our meetings Tuesdays, twice a weekf, Teacher: Where is Gustafson today? Student: He's home, sick. Another student: 'Tm beginning to feel homesick, myself. Mr. Fitzgerald, after llliss Rust had been discussing something con- cerning a sailor: Was he on a furlough? Mary Rust: No, he was on a battleship. Miss Viets, when relating some of her experiences in England, told the class that she had visited the room in Holy Rood Palace on the floor of which was the bloodstain of Mary, Queen of Scots, lover. Popham: Then I should think she ought to be called Mary, Queen of Spots. Teacher.' Use the Word guess in a sentencef, Tommy Sullivan: 'Turn on the guessf, Teacher.' You are the product of the age in which you live. Lynch to Anderson: You are a by-productf' 137 . .. 4- Complimenzfs of THE WETHERSFIELD BANK 85 TRUST COMPANY We specialize in QfYrfz'sfz'c' 5ngrczfUz'7zq : : DZ'.S'fZ.7ZCZZ.'ZJ6 CPrz'f1fz'f1g' Selective S mfz'0fzer1f 'Yi P L I M P T Q N ' S Pi0neerr in Qgfzlifyy' 252 Pearl Street at Ann Hartford ei ee t t We 14729 you Z0 Compfimefztrgt Pdff071Z'zg 0147 t EDVVARD A. ISAACSON 14 cfv ef'iz'sers t 138 Teacher: The balls of the 18th century were very elaboratef' Carroll: Then you'd call them high-balls. Miss Viets to Iohn O'Neill, who had removed the bolts from his desk and had dropped them in the aisle: I have long suspected that you had some screws loose, but will you please keep them from rattling on the floor! Teacher I referring to outside reading on hook reports Q: Where are youP,' Student: In the middle of 'Green I-Iel1'.,' Mr. Fitzgerald: He was a brilliant speaker. S. Miles: All lit up, eh? Ruth Penny fin Democracyj: Teachers should not smoke in the presence of pupils. A teacher is supposed to be an example to the young people. S. Miles: So,s your old man. Mr. Fitzgerald floolqing out of window at noisy airplane, and trying to silence noisy classj: There's one thing today that I can't control..That's that airplane out therefl Mr. Wilson: This animal is what is known as a viperl'- Student: Of the windshield species, I supposef' First Athlete: You,ll never be able to use those shoesf, Second Athlete: Oh, theylll Ht in a pinchf' They say that in the winter the Chicago gangsters sometimes take their patrons for slayrides. Newton: Going down to see Hamlet tomorrow night?,, Seitz: 'AYeh! Down in Caseyls Cafe. Mr. Fitzgerald I discussing a subject in Democracy j: 'S . . did we discuss that yesterday?', Ray Lewis: 'LYes. You were asleep. Miss Menard: A'Phoebe, what gave you the inspiration for the story about the horseP,' Phoebe: 'KWell, Ilm interested in horses-I read about horses-I like horses and so-well-ll- Miss Menard: lust used a little horse sensef, lllrs. Bowes fwishing to address Idelle St. Germaine-spealgs to Ger- trude Lawrencej saying: Miss St. Lawrence- Miss Chabot: Now, class, put your feet in your desks and your books Hat on the floor. Teacher: c'Rastus, use the words defense and despair in a sentencef, Rastus: When my father gets a Hat tire on his car, he gets out, puts his coat on de tence and takes off de spare. 139 As lean Schirm came in to class late- Miles: Have you a pink slip? Mr. Fullerton fin Geometryj: What kind of figure is this, a six- sided onell' Remarlq from rear of room: No, a lop-sided oneli' Mr. Fz'Zzgerald: What is the Democratic party platformrn What do the Democrats stand for?y' Future laufmalqer: 'KBecause they probably get too tired of sitting down all the time. Mr. Fitzgerald: 'KStand up like 21 soldierf, Beelzer fapple-stand in minzlj: 'ADO you mean the soldier before or after the warrw Nielson fzranslatlng Latinj: From this river an inlet Hows outf, Ftlzel I-feelin: 'lately more people have been calling me Della Ber- quistf, Della Berquist: 'iMe, toof, lohn O'Ne1'll: L'I'm too modest. I wish I were Red Rommelfl Mr. Keirxtead: 'EDO you know the right hand rule for generation? Elmer Gustafson: Yes, but which hand do you use?,' Mr. Fl.fZg6l'HlC17.' -And so it seems that when we get certain teeth C6- year molarsj we are ready to go to school. Ray Lewis: 'ilt I had my way Iid wait until I began getting false teethf, 140 WethersHeld Milk for Wethersheld People C077Zpli111C7ZfS of CENTRAL DAIRY Formerly Called MILLBROOK DAIRY C. P. SMITH, Prop. There is no change in ownership or management. 2 S2 Church Street Phone 9-O3 91 , .1- 4 A , -f .bf 7 3