1930 Sanford High School Yearbook in Sanford, Maine * The Blue and Silver 1930

To Ithel Prescott, our Senior Advisor,
the Class of '30 dedicates the
Blue and Silver
Sanford High School
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EDITORIAL BOARD
Editor-in-Chief .....................FRANCES WILLARD
Associate Editor ..................GEORGE COOK
Business Manager _________________.CHARLES LeSIEUR
Class Historian________________________LOUISE MALLINSON
Class Statistician ____________________RUTH HANSCOM
Literary Editor .._______.RUTH LORD
Sport Editor ______________________.CH ESTER AVERY
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CLAIRE FONTAINE
Joke Editors _____________—_________
MARY BERNIER
Faculty Adviser _......_...________DORIS BRIDGES

FRANKLIN GOODING
Senior Class President
HISTORY OP '1'1 IE CLASS Op 1930
In September, 1926. 130 eager freshmen entered Sanford High School.
At first we were rather lost, but it didn’t take long to organize under the
blue and silver, to learn the ways of the school, and to take an important
part in the activities.
Our class has distinguished itself not so much in sports as it has in a
scholarly and literary way. In our junior year we were awarded a tablet for
having a greater number of points in scholarship than any other class. As
sophomores we were a close second to the seniors, having only 56 points less
than they. Many in our class have been busy writing during our four years.
Although there may be only a few whose work has become well known, the
class have all been interested in this line. Even as Sophomores, Ruth Lord
and Charles LeSieur won the Red ami W hite short story contest. Eleanor
Gooch, Alvan Perry, and Eleanor Broggi entertained us frequently with
their poetry. Others have occasionally written some verse.
Louise Langlais won the speaking contest for girls her freshman, soph-
omore, and senior years. As winner of the local and county contests in her
senior year, she represented the school in the Spear Contest at Augusta and
won second place and a prize of fifty dollars.
Frances Willard also brought much glory to the school and to her class
when she placed second in the State Finals of the National Oratorical Con-
test this year.
Claire Fontaine, a member of the Commercial Department, won second
place in the District Shorthand contest this year. Many of us in Miss
Bridges’ College Preparatory English division envy her when we have to
take notes.
This year the “Red and W hite’’ received second class honor rating in
the “All American’’ Newspaper Critical Service and Contests of the National
Scholastic Press Association with Frances Willard as Editor in Chief, and
George Cook. Charles LeSieur, Ruth Lord. Chester Avery, Alvan Perry,
Elizabeth Perry. Doris Neilson. Louise Mallison, and Claire Fontaine making
up the senior division of the board.
Each year we have given a social, the main feature in the entertainment
being a play. Each one has been successful, regardless of how great our
fears at the last rehearsal were. By presenting a more complicated play
each year, we are certain our Senior Class Play would have been a pro-
nounced success. Since time was short and some of the cast had already
starred in “The Rivals,” our class play was given up.
We have two singers. Louise Langlais and Helen Goodrich. During
their four years in high school they have sung at entertainments both in
and out of school, and at assemblies. They have also assisted the orchestra
in its radio broadcasts.
With graduation this year the orchestra will lose many of its members.
Elizabeth Perry’s piano playing. Doris Neilson’s saxophone. Lawrence Sher-
burne’s and Lionel Pelletier’s violins, George Ellingwood’s trombone and
Alvan Perry’s cornet will be greatly missed.
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In counting our successes, we may be inclined to think that we will
always be remembered in Sanford High School. But we must keep in mind
what Irving said, “How idle a boast, after all, is the immortality of a name.
Time is ever silently turning over his pages; we are too much engrossed by
the story of the present, to think of the characters and anecdotes that gave
interest to the past; and each age is a volume thrown aside to be speedily
forgotten. The idol of today pushes the hero of yesterday out of our rec-
ollection; and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor of tomorrow.’’
Although time may blot out our memory, we will always keep a friendly
interest in Sanford High School and wish the coming classes the best of suc-
cess, and as much happiness as we have had within its walls.
CLASS OFFICERS
FRESHMAN YEAR
President George Cook
Vice President Earl Ford
Secretary Louise Mallinson
Treasurer Edward Littlefield
President
Vice President
Secretary
Treasurer
SOPHOMORE YEAR
Edward Littlefield
Alvan Perry
Leona Ross
Dorothy Dowbridge
JUNIOR YEAR
President Charles LeSieur
Vice President Alvan Perry
Secretary Arnold Charnock
Treasurer Franklin Gooding
SENIOR YEAR
President Franklin Gooding
Vice President Charles LeSieur
Secretary Claire Fontaine
Treasurer George Cook
HONOR PARTS
FRANCES WILLARD    92.54
RUTH HANSCOM    92.3
GEORGE COOK    91.95
CLAIRE FONTAINE    91.71
RUTH LORD    91.34
LOUISE MALLINSON    91.01
MILDRED ROSE    89.52
MARY BERNIER    89.04
HELEN GOODRICH    88.98
Class Orator—George Cook
Class Gifts—Louise Langlais and Chester Avery
Class Prophecy—Edna Brook and Charles LeSieur
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CLASS ADVISERS
Freshman year
Sophniore year
Junior year
Senior year
Miss Helen Emery
Mrs. Grace Earle
Miss Helen Ringold
Mr. Ithel Prescott
GIRLS’ COUNCIL
FRESHMAN YEAR
Elizabeth Perry, Leona Ross,
Louise Mallinson
SOPHOMORE YEAR
Angelina Baron Louise Langlais,
Dorothy Dowbridge
JUNIOR YEAR
Helen Goodrich, Eleanor Broggi,
Louise Mallinson. Alice Porrell
SENIOR YEAR
Helen Goodrich Angelina Baron
Rhea Dube Louise Mallinson
Sketches of School Life
THE EIGHTH PERIOD
As we walk down the corridor during the eighth period, our feelings
are indeed mixed. The corridors are empty, but from the different rooms,
various sounds issue. In the drawing room is Mrs. Webster’s class of ar-
tists. We peek in the door and see the students busily working. We have
to smile when one of them holds his pencil to his eye and critically squints
to measure a still life he is drawing. As we wander by Miss Jordan’s door
we hear a jumbled “Hie, haec. hoc.” It would sound rather suggestive if
we did not know that it is only a freshman who didn’t “hif” right in class.
In room 108. Miss Preble sits enthroned, helping some struggling sophomore
who can’t seem to get that geometry. We do not wait to hear how she
proves two triangles congruent because it recalls too vividly the days when
we took geometry.
“A crash of cymbols and a muffle of drums” strike our ears as we pass
the gym. We stop and listen, but hearing a queer tapping noise which
doesn’t quite keep time to the music, we investigate. Across the hall we find
some belated seniors who are trying to keep time to the orchestra with their
typewriters. We mount the stairs but we don't peek in Mrs. Earle’s room
We know only too well that some poor student is struggling over the horror
of a “daily quiz.” In room 202, the English teachers are having a meeting.
We carefully pass the door. Farther down the corridor we are startled by
the words, "Cannon to left of them volleyed and thundered.” It is Miss
Vallely’s dramatic class and not the six hundred that are struggling through
the Valley of Death. We fervently wish they would not be so realistic.
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In the library we hear the chorus singing, “Believe me if all those endear-
ing young charms.” It is very beautiful and as we stop to listen the music
of the orchestra comes up to meet the voices of the chorus. They blend
together in perfect harmony. As we turn away we feel quite proud that
the eighth period class came in with the senior class of 1930.
ELEANOR GOOCH
OUR FRESHMAN SOCIAL
It is the twentieth of May. For two weeks we have been busily plan-
ning and rehearsing for this date. The high school is brilliantly lighted.
Costumed forms are scurrying around the corridors. Every few minutes
we rush to our adviser, Miss Emery and ask, “Is my costume all right?
How do I make my entrance? Did anyone bring the pillows?”
Tonight we are making our first appearance as entertainers. Will we
be successful?
Eight fifteen arrives at last. Our president, George Cook, parts the
curtains and steps out to announce the first number. “Aloha Oc.” sung by
Mildred Rose and Helen Goodrich. The next number is a song by three boys:
George Cook. “I'm a Little Prairie Flower.” Charles Allen, “I’m a Little
Snow Flake White,” and Chandler Demelle, “I’m a Crazy Patchwork Quilt.”
Everything is going well. We begin to swell with pride as the audience
laughs and applauds appreciatively.
Our next number is a sketch. “Mr. Bragg Tunes In.” with Burton How-
arth as Mr. Bragg. Dorothy Dowbridge as Mrs. Bragg, Ed win Butler as Mr.
Robinson, and Leona Ross as Mrs. Robinson. We had exerted all our
wits to arrange the radio and finally put Chandler Demelle behind the loud
speaker. He gets a good laugh as he broadcasts the talk. “Mrs. Earle,
On the Benefits of the Daily Quiz.”
In the sketch, “At Recess.” we come trooping from the little room, for
us a district school, and play around. Alvan Perry plays familiar tunes on
his harmonica while Frances Willard dances. We laugh as Edwin Butler
nearly upsets Edward Austin by acting his part of bully too realistically.
Then Pauline Baker, our teacher, rings the bell; and we file back to our
classes.
A dance by eight girls follows this act. Our concluding number is a
play, “The Fatal Quest.’’ Kenneth Mimlton plays the part of the King,
Lucille Bicknell, the Devoted Queen. Helen Goodrich, the Beautiful Prin-
cess, and Edward Littlefield, the Manly Duke. In this heart rending farce,
all the characters fall dead. Just as the curtains are drawn, we see the
Beautiful Princess stir her last as the Manly Duke reaches out and tickles
her.
We are all so happy and proud of our entertainmnt that we laugh at
nothing and everything. We have made fifty dollars, and we are thrilled
to our toes.
Now the chairs are cleared away, and we dance to the strains of “Side
by Side.” played by Celia’s orchestra. We go home at last, sure that no
one ever put on a better social.
FRANCES WILLARD
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“TRI Cr”
In response to the buzzing of the hell, we file into room 108 for “Trig.”
Miss Preble picks up' an attendance slip and casts a glance over the class
while we take a last look at our books. We wait about five minutes for
LaLanne and Allen, who are cleaning up in the manual training department.
Then Hartford, a study pupil, ambles in. as slowly as you please. “Cooky”
wipes his mouth which has recently been stuffed with “cheese tangs"; and
we are ready to begin.
“Have any trouble with today’s problems?" Miss Preble asks.
“Oh, they weren’t bad," affirms Cooky.
“Well, I'll assign tomorrow’s examples.
“Hm. Let me see, I guess it will be the next fifteen. You know I don’t
want to kill you outright. Just a long drawn out process." Miss Preble drawls.
“Now we will work in class. Oh. by the way, how many of you have
finished today’s ten?"
About seven raise their hands.
“How about you Moulton?" asks Miss Preble.
“Well cr-ah I have the first, second and the last done. The others were
so hard I couldn’t see through ’em.”
“Oh. I see,” Miss Preble replies and arches her eyebrows. Then she
gets out her book of logs, which she says “are not railroad ties, but logo-
rithms.’’
She goes to the board to explain a hard example in the day’s lesson. For
a while she is rather doubtful to the outcome but in a few minutes her
face brightens as she gets the answer. We compare our examples and a
heated argument ensues, which Miss Preble immediately puts a stop to.
After correcting our examples, we still have fifteen minuts to go. Maybe
we can get four or five of tomorrow’s done so that we can go to the game
tonight. We work frantically until the bell rings.
As we march to English class still thinking about the fun we had in
“Trig,” we realize that a very enjoyable period is over.
RALPH GOODWIN
DECORATING FOR THE PROM
An exciting morning for a group of juniors—almost—seniors! The day
of the Junior Prom has come, and the committee for decorating the town hall
is on hand.
Th rushes Charlie, the excited president.
“Have you got the paper? You’re sure you didn’t forget the pins?
What’s become of the scissors? What a dumb bunch!” And with this
exclamation, he rushes out again to look for some overlooked article which
he probably has in his hand.
Meanwhile all the business is being taken care of by a small but energe-
tic individual. Frances has the committee under her supervision, and she sees
to it that even “Steve" Ford behaves.
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“Now we need a big. strong he-man to get the ladders,’’ she says looking
at Steve. Steve preens himself and goes downstairs to get even fifty ladders
if necessary.
After demonstrating his Herculean skill. Steve starts wrestling with
George Ellingwood, the interior decorator who is cutting the paper into
small strips.
“Aw cut it out. What’s the big idea?” says the recipient of the outrage.
But Steve has finished his play and again is carrying the ladders around at
the command of the boss.
In the midst of all this confusion is the calm figure of Elizabeth Perry.
She is helping Steve put up the paper strips by handing him the pins.
“Pow!”
“What was that?” shouted Steve.
“Oh, one of the pins slipped into a balloon.” answered Elizabeth sweetly.
At the same time another pop1 is heard on the other side of the room
and then a succession of pops. Ellingwood has fallen from the stage onto
a pile of balloons that Doris Gowen had so artistically arranged.
“Oh, look what you have done; and after all my work. Oh I could
cry." But instead of bursting into the well known tears, Doris briskly set
to work to turn chaos into order again.
Suddenly Steve stops working.
“What’s the matter, Steve?”
“Whistle’s blown ; got to stop work ; union man you know.”
“Well, let’s all quit until after dinner,” said Charlie settled down at last.
Doris and George have already left, and Frances is putting on the fin-
ishing touches to a paper frill. Then through the quiet of the much bedecked
and belittred hall comes the cry, “Oh. Steve, aren’t you going to take little
Elizabeth home?”
GEORGE COOK
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A DAY IN SENIOR ORAL ENGLISH
The Bell rings. It is the end of the fifth period. The seniors in the
college English division start for 204. Today is Friday, oral English day.
What a buzzing there is as we enter the room I Everyone is saying his
theme to himself or to his neighbor provided the neighbor will listen.
Ralph Goodwin is saying his to Cook; Cookie is saying his to Goodwin; and
neither has the least idea what the other is saying......Miss Vallely isn’t
here. Perhaps she won’t come. Someone is coming upstairs. There she
is. How impolite we must seem! No one appears glad to see her........
Everyone becomes silent. Miss Vallely goes to the front of the room and
explains the day’s program.She remarks that the period will be so short today
that there will be time for only a few themes. What a relief! But whom
will she call on ?
Charlie LeSieur is first with a purpose speech left over from the week
before. He startles our ears tuned to more serious speeches by urging us to
give our teeth proper care by using a certain brand of tooth paste, which
he declares is ancient and reliable. Of course everyone laughs, and Charlie,
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probably thinking of what he intended to say next, can’t stop laughing. He
goes to his seat and leaves us all wondering what the rest of the theme was.
Next is Sherburne, who is telling us about the story, “An East Side
Mother.’’ states that the East Side mother was very kind hearted and went
begging with her bronchitis.
Now. in contrast to this theme, which was given rather leisurely, we
listen to Cook, who rushes through his with the speed of an express train
and reminds one of a radio announcer giving the latest report of the stock
market.
As soon as Conk finishes. Miss Vallely calls on Mary Bernier, who tells
us about a story that she has read recently. Then, glancing first at Claire,
next at Miss Vallely. she remarks as usual that the story is well written
and shows the author’s keen wit and remarkable sense of humor.
Just as Mary reaches her seat, the clock ticks. Thinking it is time for
the bell to ring. Simpson gives a sigh of relief. The bell does not ring.
but Miss Vallely says, “Ronald, we've time for yours.’’
Simpson, rather astonished, grabs h’s rotes, stumbles over the waste
paper basket, and finally reaches the desk. In telling us about Thomas Edison
and his habits of sleep, he states that Mr. Edison does not, as some persons
think, believe in trying to see how long he can go without sleep. He merely
works until he is tired.
“Why.” remarks Simpson, “until a few years ago, Edison never slept
more than nineteen hours at a time.”
lust then the bell rings, and we leave class thinking that, after all. oral
English is rather fun, especially if someone else docs the reciting.
—RUTH HANSCOM
JUST A DAY IN CHEMISTRY LAB
The first bell rings, and chemistry lab period begins. With a booming
voice. Mr. Prescott announces the exercises to be done and leaves the class
to itself with a customary. “Remember, no noise here.”
Immediately there is a rush to the supply room. NJoulton announces
that there is no sodium chloride. This fact is a good excuse for not doing
one of the exercises.
Soon smells like that of garbage cans fill the air. Coughing and chok-
ing, someone rushes to open the windows. Alvan Perry has undertaken an
experiment never given in a lab book. The students stand around, wonder-
ing which of the two after worlds they arc going to and counting their num-
erous sins. To Perry’s disappointment the smells are the only results of
the experiment.
Doris Brooks, after fussing around, says she has lost her lab book. She
saunters over to help Cookie do his experiments.
Dorothy Rawnsley tries to light her Bunion Bimmer (Bunsen Burner),
but it doesn’t light. She calls upon her brother to help her.
He grumbles, “I don’t see what they let girls take lab for anyway. Wre
boys have to do everything for them.
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Suddenly a terrific explosion rends the air. Everyone jumps, but LeSieur
calmly says, "It’s just Moulton experimenting again. Don't get alarmed.’’
Mr. Prescott sticks his head in the door and roars, “Let’s have it quiet
here.”
All the students settle down to work again, except “Fat’’ Leslie, who
“doesn’t believe in working anyhow.” “Fat" wanders around giving every-
one a little advice about nothing, lie seems to like best to give it to the girls.
Julia Butterfield and Eleanor Broggi become tired of experimenting and
decide to watch Dorothy Rawnsley and Eleanor Gooch “do their stuff.”
The two are creating a mixture in a test tube. The book says the mix-
ture will get so hard that the test tube will have to be broken to get it out.
To their surprise the mixture comes out without breaking the tube, but Miss
Rawnsley calmly takes a pestle and breaks the empty tube. The orders
of the book have been carried out.
Little bv little the smells diminish, and the explosions cease. Everyone
gets tired of working and sits around on stools. They talk about styles and
the movies of the night before. Soon the bell rings, and the students file out.
Some have acquired burns anti spots, but all have a happy memory of another
lab day.
ELEANOR GOOCH
THE OLD LUNCH SYSTEM
I have been asked to serve on the lunch counter next Miss Bridge’s
room. As the bell sounds. I take my place, and the selling begins. Frances
W illard and Elizabeth Perry dash up and hurriedly say, “There’s our money.
We’re due at a meeting in two minutes.
Doris Neilson hurries around the corner, with her hands waving the
air as if she was trying to push space away from her. just as the first girls
disappear through Miss Bridge’s door.
“Have you seen Frances and Elizabeth?” she asks, as she grabs a candy
bar. “I’m looking for them.”
Then' the usual rush begins, Steve Ford literally elbows his way
through the crowd; and Angie Baron is pushed into a corner where she
sweetly smiles. “Excuse me. please," while Helen Goodrich, who lands next
her. exclaims.” Well, isn’t that cute!’’ Then Louise Langlais gives him a
nice idea of what she thinks of it.
Corydon Goodwin reaches over the whole crowd for a sandwich and
tosses me the money with, “Here you are. Blondie.”
Eleanor Broggi comes next with such a serious look on her face. “My
heavens. Katherine, oral English next period!”
Immediately George Cook and Charlie LeSieur come grinning to the
counter, and the whole crowd laugh at the top of their lungs at Charlie’s
latest cartoon. Many of the crowd leave as Charlie says that he has a “better
one than that in his trig book.”
For a while only Ruth Lord. Elizabeth Chamberlain and a few others
who wish to avoid the crowd come for lunches. A little later Carl Welch
bustles to the counter.
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“Well. Katherine, wat cha gat left? No, I don’t want any o’ yer cheese
and olive sandwiches. I ain’t fond o’ none of that fixed up stuff. Well. I’ll
take a bottle o' milk. Ye know we got lots o’ cows home, and 1 always plan
to drink plenty o’ milk. Ther, that’ll do.’’
A few more rush up; and. in reply to my questioning look at my watch
as I hand them their change, thex tell me. “Gym next period.”
The bell sounds. Another wild dash of some half dozen tardx students;
and then Iron comes, with a smile, to take away the remains of the lunch.
I gather up my books and hurry to the dreaded oral English class; but
as I go, I realize that there has been something in the hustle and bustle, the
elbowing and pushing, the fun ami laughter that makes me glad that I am
a student at Sanford High School.
KATHERINE GRAY
MR. BRIDGES’ ENGLISH CLASS
It is the beginning of the fifth period. In through the doors of room 2CM
troop Mr. Bridges’ English class of juniors. Doris Neilson has her usual
pile of books; Doris Brooks, her smile. Perry sallies down the aisle to
his front seat humming softly, “There’s a rainbow ’round my shoulder.”
The class seat themselves noisily and look expectantly at the head and shoul-
ders that rise above the books and papers piled on the teacher’s desk.
Mr. Bridges, owner of the head and shoulders, clears his throat, runs
his fingers through his hair, smiles benignly and says, “Come, come, children,
calm yourselves.”
The “Children” calm themselves while Mr. Bridges continues, “1 think.
Class, I’ll give you a quiz today.”
He pauses expectantly.
“Oh, no, Mr. Bridges,” wails Doris Brooks pathetically, “please don’t!
It was such a hard lesson, and it is so hot. Oh. Mr. Bridges,’’ she continues.
startling everybody with her nerve, “We’ll give you ice cream if you won’t.”
“Now, really. Miss Brooks.” begins Mr. Bridges, but his voice is drowned
in a flood of protest from the class.
Ardent supporter of student government that he is. Mr..Bridges is true
to his beliefs. After extracting good reasons from the class for not having
a quiz, he gives in, and the recitation begins.
“Take your “Idylls of the King” please.”
Mr. Bridges begins reading:
“Follow the deer? follow the Christ, the King.
Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the King—
Else, wherefore born?”
No longer are we high school juniors smiling mischieviously and gig-
gling at every little thing that happens. We are living back in King Arthur’s
time. We thrill to the deeds of the gallant knights of the Round Table.
We watch them in their efforts to “follow the Christ, the King.” We see
the beautiful Queen with the sin in her heart destroy the pure knighthood of
the court. We know how King Arthur’s heart is broken as he tells Guinivere
of the broken faith to the vow taken by every knight:
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“To reverence the King, as if he were
Their conscience, and their conscience as their King.
To break the heathen and uphold the Christ,
To ride abroad redressing human wrong,
To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it,
To honor his own word as if his God’s
To live sweet lives in purest chastity,
To love one maiden only, cleave to her,
And worship her through years of noble deeds
Until they won her.”
Gradually, we begin to feel the unity between the vow of King Arthur’s
knights and our duties to ourselves. When Mr. Bridges stops reading, we
are ready to discuss the characters and ideals of those long ago days, and we
find that we are no different than the people then were. Setting forth our
opinions, we unconsciously reveal our own ideals. Somehow, after these dis-
cussions we understand each other better.
When we are graduated and are doing different things in life. I wonder
how often we will turn back the pages of our diaries and be again in Mr.
Bridges’ English class, with its fun and inspiration.
RUTH LORD
A DAY IN ORCHESTRA
'I'he bell rings for the eighth period class. There is a slamming of doors,
and then room 210 is filled with musical din characteristic of would-be mu-
sicians. The Sanford High School Orchestra is tuning and preparing for
its daily struggle with harmony. Above the racket rises such lyrics as
“He—e—s a great big Ma—an from the South,” or “Tain’t no Sin.’’
Then in a lull from the tooting of horns and squeaking of fiddles, Mr.
Sager enters and closes the door.
“All right, Perry! Sit down.”
Alvan slumps into his chair and mutters something to himself.
“Doris, will you keep quiet a minute?”
Doris Neilson, with her wilful ways, gives on her saxophone one last
protesting toot.
Soon, even the violins are quiet.
“Take the “Triumphal March from Aida,” orders Mr. Sager.
“We need—er—.” this from Reed.
“Oh. Mr. Sager!” the coquettish Elizabeth Perry exclaims her dislike.
“Are the violins in tune? All right, you cornets keep still ’till they are
tuned.”
The music once more comments. Mr. Sager is oscillating in front of
the class. It is quite a struggle. The drums, trombones, and saxophones
wage war against the trumpets for supremacy with the other instruments
for the background of the battle.
Then there is a pause while one of the players that has come in late
or whose instrument is out of tune, gets in tune.
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During this time, wise cracks from George Ellingwood ensue, accom-
panied by giggles from Elizabeth Ford. Hamlin commences a jazz song,
and in front of him, Welch clutches the neck of his violin more violently than
ever in an endeavor to keep up with him.
Now as they swing into the trio of the piece they begin to feel the seri-
ousness of the work. Inspired by the rhythm and melody they catch the
true spirit of Verdi.
The last piece is usually a stirring march, “The Line Up,” “Our Direc-
tor,” or “Over There.”
As the last strains float away in the cool air of the library, the players
feel that after all the orchestra period is the best one in the day. Then the
silence is broken with , “You may go now. First violins, be sure to put
away your music.”
LAWRENCE SHERBURNE
THE LOCKER ROOM
One may attend classes, hobnob with students in the corridors, discuss
with the faculty, and yet miss an important part of school life if he neglects
to visit the locker room. It is a stage whereon are played tradgedies and
comedies. If you wish to know people as they really are, the locker room
is the place to acquire the knowledge. There reputations and complexions
are lost and won.
Before school it is the scene of great confusion. There is no time for
lengthy discussion. Ry an exclamation, gesture or look the tale of the
night before can be flashed through the crowd. One would think we would
have learned from experience to be careful of what we say. since sound
goes over the lockers, but. from habit, we still raise our voices above the
confusion without thinking of the results.
“We must be early. There’s hardly anyone here.”
“Oh, look here! Have you done Trig?”
“Yes, and it’s wicked.”
“Well, I haven’t looked at it yet. but 1 have two study periods.”
“Two study periods! You won’t get it half done.”
“Say, can’t you hang your things on your own side of the locker? Where
do you think I’m going to put my things?” comes a cry from the other side
of the locker room in a high soprano.
“Oh, come on. help me with Latin.”
“I tell you I can’t. I’ve still got English to finish, and it’s getting late.”
“Oh. dear. I can’t open this locker. Try it, will you?”
“What’s the combination?”
“Twenty-eight, five, thirty, two thirty-two. three. I can’t remember.
Try thirty. Doesn’t it work? Maybe it’s thirty-two.”
“I’ve'got it.”
“Well, the nerve!”
“What’s the trouble?”
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“I let Dot take my middy yesterday, and it looks as if she’d rolled over
the floor with it. I can’t ever wear that to gym.”
“Oh. never mind that. Listen to my oral theme. I was four years old
the first time I went—.”
“For pity sakes, be quiet. I’ve heard you say that forty times now.
I’ll get it mixed up with mine. Hear me say the presidents. George Wash-
ington. John Adams. Thomas Jeff— Was that the bell?”
“Yes, we’d better be going up.”
“Just a second. Let’s take your comb. My hair look all right?”
“Yes. handsome. Come on now.”
There is a rush of feet on the stairs.
“First bell rung?”
“Yes, a minute ago.”
At this there are more rushing steps. Coats and hats are thrown wildly
into lockers. Girls dash breathlessly upstairs.
Then all is quiet in the locker room until two periods later when a tight-
lipped. red-eyed girl runs in and flings herself on the bench. Some humil-
iation or disappointment has been too much for her to bear and she has fled
to the locker room for refuge. A dash of cold water to her eyes, a pat of
powder to her nose, and straightening up. she gathers her courage and
marches back to face the world.
A few periods later a happier scene is played. A bright-eyed, breathless
girl leaps down over the stairs three at a time and flings her arm around
a girl with whom she collides.
“I’ve won it. Dot. I’ve won it.”
“What? What’s happened?”
“I got the scholarship, and I can go to college. Everything is hunky-
dorey now,” she starts to sing, rushing back up the stairs.
What memories we have of the locker room, our refuge, our confessor.
our share of joys. Here friendships have been won. Here confidences have
been exchanged as the patter of the warm shower has caressed our tired
bodies and relaxed our weary minds. Here we have met success and failure
and it has been our staunch friend in either case. What a comfort it would
be if always during life we might have a “locker room” where we might
reveal our joys and sorrows, where we might take off our masks of sophis-
tication. hypocrisy, false ideas and be ourselves as we have in high school
locker room.
ELIZABETH CHAMBERLAIN. FRANCES WILLARD
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ELIZABETH PERRY
Classical Course
“Her voice was ever soft and sweet,
An excellent thing in woman.”
Gir's' Council (I); Fleur de Lis (III); Orchestra
(IV); Red and White Board (III); Tumbling (II);
Hockey (II); Basketball (IV); Mandolin Club
(III); Junior Prom Committee (III); Freshman
Reception (IV); Council Social (I).
FRANKLIN H. GOODING “Iron”
Industrial Course
“Nowhere so busy a man as he there was."
Basketball (I) (II) (HI) (IV); Boys’ Council (II)
(HI) (IV); Council Officer (HI) (IV); Gym Ex-
hibition (II) (III); Class Officer (II) (IV); Track
(I) (II) (III); Speaking Contest (IV); Class So-
cials (I) (II) (III).
EDNA BROOK
“Brooksie’’
Commercial Course
“Good humor is the clear blue sky of the soul."
Basketball (I) (II); Baseball (I) (II); Fleur de
Lis (IV); Gym Exhibition (II) (III); Class Bas-
ketball (I) (II); Hockey (III); Play, “Rivals”
(IV); Typing Awards (III) (IV); Track (I); Class
Prophecy (IV).
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FRANCES WILLARD
Classical Course
“The end crowns the work.”
Valedictorian (IV); Honor Roll (IV); Red and
White Board (II) (III) (IV); Year Book Board
(IV); Junior Prom Committee (III); Class Socials
(1) (II) (III) (IV); Fleur de Lis (III) (IV);
Class Basektball (I) (II) (III); Hockey Varsity
(III) (IV); National Oratorical Contest (IV).
LOUIS CHARLES LeSlEUR “Charlie”
Scientific Course
“He has the sixth sense—
Sight, hearing, smell, touch,
The sense of humor.”
taste and
Class Socials (II) (111) (IV); Gym Exhibition
(II) (III); Junior Prom Committee (III); Class
Officer (III); Boys’ Club (III); Red and White
Board (III) (IV); Freshman Reception (IV);
Senior Play Committee (IV); Year Book Board
(IV); Class Prophecy (IV).
DORIS BROOKS
“Dot”
Scientific Course
“She is as brisk as a bee.”
Choir (II); Class Socials (III) (IV); Chorus (I)
(II) (III); Dramatics (IV); Speaking Contest (I);
Gym Exhibition (II) (III).
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KATHERINE MINNIE GRAY “Kittie”
General Course
“Lovely fascination o’ face and dress
And witching twists o' words all kind and
fragrant.”
Gym Exhibition (II) (III); Fleur de Lis (III)
(IV); Class Socials (HI) (IV); Speaking Contest
(III); Home Economics Club (IV); Vaher at Bac-
calaureate and Graduation (III).
GEORGE ALLAN COOK
’Cooky”
Scientific Course
“Our hands are full
of business; let’s away.”
Class Officer (I) (IV); Class Socials (I) (II) (HI)
(IV); Red and White Board (III) (IV); Junior
Prom Committee (III); Year Book Board (IV);
Boy’s Club (III); Honor Roll (IV); Boys’ Council
(IV); Freshman Reception (IV); Class Orator
(IV).
ELEANOR BROGGI
Scientific Course
“Witty without wit’s pretense.”
Class Socials (I) (II) (IV); Basketball (I) (II);
Gym Exhibition (HI); Junior Prom Committee
(ill); Usher at Baccalaureate and Graduation
(III); Team Captain for Magazine Contest (III);
Class Basketball (II).
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ANNIS LOUISE MALL1NSON
Classical Course
“Always ready with a smile,
Quick to do a thing worth while.”
Girls’ Council (I) (Hl) (IV); Red and White
Board (III) (IV); Class Official (I); Class Socials
(I) (II); Gym Exhibition (II) (III); Fleur de
Lis (III) (IV); Year Book Board (IV); Honor
Roll (IV).
RUDOLPH COUTURIER “Scrap’’
Scientific Course
"And wisely tell what hour of the day
The clock doth strike by Algebra.”
Gym Exhibition (II) (III); Class Socials (I) (II)
(III) (IV); Band (IV).
LOUISE LANGLAIS
Commercial Course
“As the bright sun glorifies the sky.
So is her face illumined with her eye.”
Class Socials (I) (II) (III) (IV); Speaking Con-
test (I) (II) (III) (IV); Girls’ Council (II); Fleur
de Lis (II) (III) (IV); Usher at Baccalaureate and
Graduation (HI); Senior Play Committee (IV);
Gym Exhibition (III); Play, "Rivals” (IV); Typ-
ing Awards (IV); Class Gifts (IV).
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RUTH LILLIAN HANSCOM “Rufus”
Classical Course
“There is a gift beyond the reach of art; of
being eloquently silent.”
Gym Exhibition (II); Honor Roll (IV); Year Book
Board (IV); Salutatorian (IV).
ARTHUR COUTURIER
“Scrap
Industrial Course
“His pencil was striking, restless and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying and bland;
Still born to improve us in every part,
His pencil our faces—his manners our heart."
BERNICE LIBBY
“Bunny"
Home Economics Course
“Merry hearts will merrily chime.”
Chorus (I); Choir (II); Gym Exhibition (II)
(III); Mothers’ Night Entertainment (III); Home
Economics Club Committee (IV); Home Econom-
ics Club (III) (IV); Home Economies Play (IV);
Honor Roll (IV).
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MARY ANNA BERNIER
Commercial Course
“A light heart lives long.”
"Bunnee"
Fleur de Lis (III) (IV); Typing Awards (III)
(IV); Year Book Board (IV); Honor Roll (IV);
County Typewriting Contest (IV).
HERMAN PLUMMER “Herfoie”
General Course
“Large was his bounty and his soul sincere.”
THELMA CALEF MOULTON
General Course
“The worth of women, like a gem's, is not
measured by its bulk.”
Freshman Play; Sophomore Play; Freshman Re-
ception (IV); Gym Exhibition (III); Home Econ-
omics Club (IV); Home Economics Entertainment
(IV).
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ELEANOR LOUISE GOOCH
Classical Course
"With shining gifts that fool all eyes."
Gym Exhibition (II) (III); Basketball (I).
LAWRENCE SHERBURNE
"Sherby"
Scientific Course
"He has a lean and hungry look, such men are
dangerous.
Would he were fatter.”
Class Basketball (I) (II) (III) (IV); Junior Prom
Committee (III); Orchestra (III) (IV); Gym Ex-
hibition (II) (III); Track (II) (III) Class Social
(III).
HELEN BEAUDOIN "Gio”
Commercial Course
"Efficiency is the keynote of success."
Basketball (IV); Typing Awards (IV); County
Typewriting Contest (IV).
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DOROTHEA CLAIRE FONTAINE •‘Cake”
Commercial Course
“To know how to hide ones ability is great skill.”
Fleur de Lis (III) (IV); Fleur de Lis Program
Committee (IV); Red and White Board (IV); Typ-
ing Awards (III) (IV); Mandolin Club (IV);
Class Officer (IV); Year Book Board (IV); Gym
Exhibition (III); Honor Roll (IV); County Type-
writing Contest (IV).
CORYDON GOODWIN "Stretch”
General Course
“Men are only boys grown tall.”
Boys’ Council (1); Glee Club (I); Council Social
Committee (I); Sophomore Class Play; Chorus
(ID (HI).
OLIVE GRANT
General Course
‘Snooky
“The only way to have a friend is to be one.”
Class Social (I); Choir (II) (III); Gym Exhibition
(II) (III); Home Economics Club (IV); Mothers’
Night Entertainment (IV); Home Economics Club
Social (IV).
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ALICE PORRELL
•Al”
Commercial Course
“Glide on to weave the dance.”
Girls' Council (III); Usher at Baccalaureate and
Graduation (III); Class Socials (III) (IV); Fleur
de Lis (111) (IV); Tumbling Team (III).
RICHARD LITTLEFIELD “Dick”
General Course
“A bold ami vigorous warrior, men stand in awe
of him.”
DOROTHY RAWNSLEY "Dot"
Classical Course
“A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any
market."
Gvm Exhibition (II) (HD; Class Social (I);
Tumbling Team (III); Mandolin Club (III).
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MIRIAM ELIZABETH STILES "Mimmy”
General Course
‘‘However subtle, sphinx-like, or beneath the skin
it may have seemed at times, we've never seen her
without it—her smile, we mean.”
CHESTER P. AVERY
General Course
Chet’’
“Happy am I, from care I'm free.
Why aren’t they all contented like me?”
Football (II) (III) (IV); Red and White Board
(II) (III) (IV); Year Book Board (IV); Class
Socials (II) (III) (IV); Play, “Rivals” (IV);
Committee for Baccalaureate and Graduation
(III); Track (II) (III); Class Gifts (IV).
HELEN LOUISE JELLISON
“Scottie”
Home Economics Course
“Hang sorrow, care will kill a cat,
And therefore let’s be merry.”
F eur de Lis (II) (III) (IV); Freshman Reception
(IV); Class Social (IV); Junior Prom Committee
(III); Home Economics Club Officer (IV); Bac-
calaureate Chorus (III); Home Economics Exhibi-
tion (III) (IV); Gym Exhibition (II) (III).
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MILDRED WELLS
"Milly”
Commercial Course
"In sweet music is such art, killing care and
grief of heart.”
Varsity Basketball (II) (III) (IV); Basketball
Manager (IV); Class Basketball (I) (11) IIV);
Hockey (III); Class Socials (I) (II) (III) (IV);
Gym Exhibition (II) (IV); Broadcasting (III).
KENNETH MOULTON
“Buggy"
Industrial Course
“He rested well content that all was well.”
Class Social (I); Freshman Class Play; Gym Ex-
hibition; Graduation Usher (III).; Glee Club;
Tumbling Team.
ESTHER PEARL LITTLEFIELD
Home Economics Course
‘Life is what you make it, May you make it
for the best.”
Gym Exhibition (II) (III); Home Economics Club
(III) (IV); Home Economics Entertainment (III)
(IV).
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JULIA BUTTERFIELD
General Course
"Buttercup”
“ 'Tis not in mortals to command success
But we'll do more, we'll deserve it.”
Basketball (I) (II) (III); Gym Exhibition (I)
(HI).
EDWARD EVERETT AUSTIN "Buck'’
Classical Course
"He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one.
Exceeding wise, fair spoken and persuading.”
Class Socials (I) (IV); Boys' Council (IV); Gym
Exhibition (II).
ARLINE MUCCI "Shorty”
Scientific Course
“Her eye was large and dark
Suppressing half its fire until she spoke.”
Librarian (II) (IV); Basketball (I); Gym Ex-
hibition (III); Fleur de Lis (IV); Mandolin Club
(III).
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ANGELINA BARON •‘Angie*’
Commercial Course
“With gentle, yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her destined course.”
Girls’ Council (I) (ID (IV); Fleur de Lis (11)
(III) (IV); Usher at Baccalaureate and Gradua-
tion (III); Class Socials (I) (II) (III); Gym Ex-
hibition (III); Publicity Committee (III); Typing
Awards (III) (IV).
CARL L. WELCH "Herbie"
General Course
"The heroes are not all six feet tall.”
Class Social (1); Gym Exhibition (ID.
GWENDOLYN PEARL WENTWORTH
"Gwen’’
Home Economics Course
"Alas! that which is most changeable is always
what charms us most."
Basketball (II) (III) (IV); Hockey (HI) (IV);
Gym Exhibition (II) (HI); Home Economics Club
(ill) (IV); Mothers’ Night Committee (IV);
Tumbling Team (ID (III).
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ELDORA CAPTOLA DeHAVEN "Dora"
Classical Course
"What sweet delight a quiet life affords!”
Class Hockey (III); Fleur de Lis (III) (IV); Class
Basketball (III); Class Socials (I) (IV); Gym Ex-
hibition (III).
LIONEL PELLETIER "Pell”
General Course
"What else but music frees the mind it holds?”
Orchestra (I) (III) (IV).
ANTOINETTE CARON "Tony”
Commercial Course
"And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.”
County Typewriting Contest (III); Typing Awards
(III) (IV); Gym Exhibition (II) (III).
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ELIZABETH YVONNE CHAMBERLAIN
Classical Course
“She seemed as happy as a wave
That dances on the sea.”
Chorus (II); Gym Exhibition (II) (III).
EVERETT RIDLEY
■Red'
General Course
“Smile the while.”
Track (II); Gym Exhibition (III); Dramatics
(IV); Class Social (III); Play, “Rivals” (IV);
Chorus.
RHEA DUBE
Commercial Course
“True as the dial to the sun.”
Baseball (I) (II) (HI); Basketball (II) (III);
Fleur de Lis (I) (II) (III) (IV) ; Fleur de Lis Offi-
cer (III) (IV); Typing Aw’ards (IV); Girls’ Coun-
cil (IV); Gym Exhibition (III).
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MILDRED CARLISLE
•‘Red’
Commercial Course
"A creature she all lite and light and glee.”
Class Basketball (II) (III); Fleur de Lis (IV);
County Typewriting Contest (III); Typing Awards
(HI) (IV); Gym Exhibition (II) (III).
EMILE D. COTE
Industrial Course
“Jerry”
“Be gone, dull care, thou and I shall never agree.”
ADELAIDE DAY
“Sis”
Home Economics Course
"Joy in the world is like a rainbow.”
Gym Exhibition (II) (HI); Chorus; Home Econ-
omics Club (III) (IV); Home Economies Club So-
cial Committee.
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LILLIAN DUBE
••Lily”
Commercial Course
•Deeds are better than words
Action mightier than boasting.”
Basketball (I) (II) (III); Typing Awards (III)
(IV); Gvm Exhibition (II) (III); Fleur de Lis
(III) (IV); Office Girl (II); Mandolin Club (III).
RONALD SIMPSON
••Simp"
Scientific Course
"None but himse’.f can be his parallel.”
Band (III); Baseball (111); Dramatics (IV);
Class Social (IV); Class Play Committee (IV).
DORIS HELENA GOWEN
“Dot”
Home Economics Course
‘‘Hail to thee, blythe spirit.”
Basketball (1) (ID (HI) (IV); Basehall (II);
Committee for Baccalaureate and Graduation
(III); Home Economics Club Officer (HI); Captain
of Basketball (IV); Class Social (IV); Minstrel
(IV); Glee Club (I); Gym Exhibition (II) (III);
Home Economics C!ub (ill) (IV); Hockey (III);
Fleur de Lis (II) (HI) (IV); Chorus (II) (III);
Tumbling Team (111); Home Economics Exhibi-
tion (III) (IV).
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MILDRED DOROTHEA ROSE “Milly"
Classical Course
"She is all so slight.’’
Freshman Play; Speaking Contest (I); Class Bas-
ketball (III); Gym Exhibition (II) (III); Honor
Roll (IV).
CHARLES STANLEY ALLEN "Charlie"
Industrial Course
“He attempts the end and never stands in doubt.’’
Boys' Council (I) (II) (III); Football (III) (IV);
Track (I) (11) (Illi (IV); Manager of Orchestra
(IV); Class Socials (II) (HI) (IV); Basketball
(1)    (IV); Glee Club (I) (II); Chorus (I) (II).
RUTH RANKIN
"Ruth”
Home Economics Course
"They are reputed wise who say little.”
Home Economies Club; Mothers’ Night Fashion
Show (III).
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RUTH ESTHER LORD
Classical Course
“Victory crowns hard labor.’’
Gym Exhibition (II); Red and White Board (III)
(IV); Year Book Board (IV; Honor Roll (IV).
ALVAN BASIL PERRY
“Spudsy”
Scientific Course
“He was the chap who made things hum.’’
Class Officer (II) (III); Boys’ Council (III) (IV);
Orchestra (III) (IV); Tumbling Team (III); Gym
Exhibition; Sophomore Social; Junior Prom Com-
mittee (III); Red and White Board; Boys’ Council
Club; Band.
LOUISE TRAFTON “LOUIS’*
Commercial Course
“To make the world a friendly place
One must show it a friendly face.”
Chorus (I) (II) (HI); Gym Exhibition (II) (HI).
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HELEN GOODRICH
Commercial Course
“Her step is musk- and her voice is song.”
Class Socials (I) (II) (III) (IV); Junior Prom
< ommitt.ee (HI); Baccalaureate and Graduation
<HI); Singing at Bacca'aureate (I) (II) (III);
Broadcasting (III); Girls' Council Officer (III)
(IV); Fleur De Lia (II II (IV); Honor Roll (IV).
RALPH DECKER GOODWIN
Scientific Course
"Not conspicuous and yet
Wisdom in his eye is set.”
Gym Exhibition (III).
MARGARET GORMAN
Commercial Course
“Maggie”
“Enjoy the present smiling hour
And put it out of fortune's power.”
Track (I); Baseball (I) (III (III); Basketball (I)
(11) (HI); Class Basketball (I) (III); Typing
Awards (IV); Gym Exhibition (III); Fleur de Lis
(IV).
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ELIZABETH ARLINE FORD “Libby”
Scientific Course
’ To be merry best becomes her.”
At Edward Little High School; Hockey (I); Bas-
ketball (I) (II); Orchestra (II) III) (IV); Band
(II)    (III); Glee Club (III) (IV); Dramatics Club
(IV); Harmony (III); Entered S. H. S. December
1929; Orchestra (IV).
ROBERT I). LaLANNE
■Bobby”
Industrial Course
“Oh, it is excellent to have a giant’s strength.”
Football (I) (III) (IV); Class Socials (I) (III)
(IV); Freshman Class Play; Tumbling Team
(III)    (IV); Junior Prom Committee (III); Glee
(. lub (II); Gym Exhibition (II) (III).
DORIS RICE NEILSON
Classical Course
“A daughter of the gods, divinely tall and
most divinely fair.”
Orchestra (II) (III) (IV); Red and White Board
(III) (IV); Speaking Contest (I) (II) (IV); Class
Socials (I) (II) (III) (IV); Class Play (IV);
Pianist for Chorus (I) (II) (III); Pianist tor
Choir (II); Fleur de Lis (IV); Basketball (I);
Gym Exhibition (II) (HI) (IV); General Manager
ot Magazine Contest (IV); Committee for Bacca-
laureate and Graduation (III); Mandolin Club
(III).
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EVELYN ARVILLA FIELD
Home Economics Course
"Evy”
"A noble worker, trustworthy and kind."
Gym Exhibition (III); Home Economics Club
(III) (IV); Mothers’ Night Entertainment (III)
(IV); Home Economics Club Officer (IV).
EDWIN ACKROYD
"Ackie”
Commercial Course
"Simplicity of manner is the best attainment.”
Track (III); Glee Club (I); Gym Exhibition (III)
CARLENE BUTLER
"Muffet”
Home Economics Course
"She has an eye that can speak
Though her tongue is silent.”
Freshman Play; Home Economics Club (III)
(IV); Mothers’ Night Exhibition (IV); Gym Ex-
hibition (II) (III); Mothers’ Night Entertainment
(111); Home Economics Christmas Party (IV).
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HAZEL GRANT "Hazy"
Home Economics Course
'Tis not the tongue that makes the bell ring
sweet;
It is the metal of the bell itself.”
Chorus (I); Choir (II); Home Economics Club
(III) (IV); Mothers’ Night Entertainment (III)
(IV); Refreshment Committee of Home Economics
Club (IV); Home Economics Social (IV); Gym
Exhibition (III).
BYRON RAWNSLEY “Lord Byron”
Industrial Course
“To be a well formed man is the gift of fortune.”
Track (II); Gym Exhibition; Refreshment Com-
mittee; Baccalaureate Chorus.
PHYLLIS ETHEL TURNER
‘Phil”
Home Economics Course
“Give your best to life and the best will return
to you many fold.”
Fleur de Lis (IV); Glee Club (I); Home Economics
Exhibition (III) (IV); English Play (I); Gym
Exhibition (III); Home Economics Club Officer
(IV).
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ARNOLD CHARNOCK
Scientific Course
“Arn”
“England, with all tliy faults, I love thee still.’*
KENNETH LAYCOCK
“Ken”
General Course
“Why worry what tomorrow brings?
Today is here—and now’s the time for
song and Jest.”
In far background standing up: L. Sherburne
In group: I). Neilson, E. Broggi, F. Willard. G. Cook, H. Goodrich. L. Mallinson
Standing at right: E. Perry
Three Mermaids: R. Couturier. G. Cook, A. Couturier
Center, at table: F. Willard, C. Goodwin, H. Jettison, F. Gooding
On box: R. Lalanne
Under table: Mary Bernier
Beside tree: L. Dube, K. Gray
In swing: Gwendolyn Wentworth
With Dog: A. Perry
Holding Doll: M. Carlisle
With pail and shovel: H. Goodrich
Foreground under tree: E. Broggi, E. DeHaven, D. Brooks, B. Rawnsley, P.
Turner, R. Dube, D. Gowen, C. Allen
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Literature
REFUGE
The water frothed and churned. Sweeping, gliding waves cracked upon
the rocks of the cliff. The din of the angry sea was like the bellow of a
monster of destruction. Overhead, the slate sky seemed sullen. At inter-
vals. a streak of lightning tipped the summit of the jutting cliffs, and cut a
vivid outline of a profiled bleakness. Then the clouds burst and dropped their
angry charge, a deluge of rain that rushed to meet the sea and became part
of the churning mass.
Through the falling curtain of water, a light swayed crazily. The
yacht “Falcon", graceful in build, was aimlessly tossed and pulled. The
ship, led by the fancy of the sea. rocked in all directions. From below came
the sound of revelry, drunken voices raised in songs and shouts, curiously
out of harmony with the ocean’s moan.
Light rushed forth as a cabin door was jerked open, revealing a young
girl in the grasp of a man. The pantomine was grotesque: a bottle crashed;
the man caught at his head and sank ; the girl pushed her disheveled hair
from her eyes, and with a scream rushed to the rail. Others crammed at
the door. There were shrill crescendoes of laughs and a stream of curses.
The girl at the rail turned a frightened look. She viewed the cabin; she
saw the sea. cut by a piercing light from the lighthouse on the shore. As
the men approached, the girl leaped the rail and hit the water. Shouts came
from the deck. The girl came to the foamy surface, and struggling with
the current, swam from the ship. In a few moments she had been borne
away. Grimly she cut the water with her vigorous stroke. Occasionally
a great wave pushed her along. In these brief respites she lay on her back,
her face lifted to the rain swept sky. But the strain of the attempt was
telling. Her mouth was set in a determined way, but her features were
contorted with lines of fatigue. Yet. Diane de Laurier knew that oblivion
would soon come. Every stroke was like a knife thrust to her muscles. She
labored for breath. There was a roaring hum in her ears, and her temples
throbbed wildly. An overpowering sense of darkness assailed her. She
drifted on her back, completely exhausted. She wa.< swallowing water.
choking. . . . then she felt her body pulled suddenly by a wave and prodded
by a sharp edge. She grasped the rocks and climbed on them. Streaks of
red swam before her eyes. . . . thick darkness overcame her and she fell. . .
Far away, in the farthest recesses of her consciousness, Diane heard
bells ringing. Not loud, harsh, commanding bells, but a soft, mellow, musical
tinkling that was carried floating on the morning air. It was beside the
cliff on the steps of the walk leading to the garden of the Good Shepherd Con-
vent. that Sister Ste. Cecilia found Diane de Laurier. Diane struggled to
awake because she wanted to see the bells, singing, tinkling......She sat
up. and as she sought to pull away from her the sticky, wet, clinging dress,
gazed into the sweet face of a young girl in a nun's garments, white and
black veils flowing from her head. Bewildered, she turned and looked up
the walk. Steps from the foot of the cliff led up to a walled garden. Above
the trellisses, charged with climbing Howers, rose the roof of the convent.
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The dainty steeple of a chapel beyond, was the source of the bells. Diane
was satisfied and turned to the young nun. Weak, she was helped to her
feet, and supported by Sister Ste. Cecilia, passed through the scented garden
to the convent.
For two days Diane enjoyed a perfect relaxation at the convent. She
had been led to a room by the old Mother Superior and the nun, Ste. Cecilia.
She little remembered what happened. A feeling of material comfort pre-
vailed over her. but her mind lay in a state of apathy. Diane slept, and her
dreams, as if in harmony with the peace of her surroundings, were un-
troubled. Then, on her second morning at her refuge, Diane awoke for
the first time, with a knowledge and realization of her position. She saw
the filtered rays of the morning sun pour in the window. Outside, birds’
chirping fell caressingly on the early morning hush; from the garden, a
gentle, scented wind lightly swept the curtains of the room. Then the si-
lence admitted the ringing of the chapel bell. It was the morning prayer
hour—and Diane heard the nuns pass by her door on their way to Mass at
the chapel. She rose from the bed and approached the window. As the
sisters passed on through the chapel door the bell ceased ringing and the si-
lence was as former, except for faint, dying echoes which seemed to linger
and fade away in waves. Below, somewhere, now ami then, doors were opened
and closed softly, and footsteps receded.
An hour later a knock sounded at the door of Diane’s room, and Sister
Ste. Cecilia entered, bearing a breakfast tray. She smiled at Diane and in-
quired of her condition.
“I am quite recovered." Diane let her know, and smiled wanly. “You
have been so kind to me 1 I don’t know what I should have done.”
Sister Ste. Cecilia arranged the room and left. For two more days the
young nun cared for Diane, who was recovering her strength. She felt the
sweet unhurried peace of the convent life. Everything was regulated by
bells—bells calling at mealtime, for study, and bells summoning all to prayer
at morning and at night.
Diane’s first conscious night at the convent was one she would always
remember. From the window of her room she saw’ the garden swathed with
the sun’s last slanting rays, some of the nuns slowly walking the paths; old
Father Latour, the chaplain, also walking before the chapel, and reading
from his prayer book; other Sisters quietly glided along the porch or linger-
ed around the many flowers of the garden. Everyone was enjoying the w’ork
of the Maker—a soft summer evening.
Dusk thickened and fell. The chapel lay dormant under the moonlight
which made a checkered carpet under the garden trellisses. From the shore
stole the lapping of the waves and the low' rumble of the sea. Diane breath-
ed in deeply of the night air touched w ith a briny smell. Over the frame-
work of the garden she saw a quivering path cut by the moon on the sea.
Memories awakened by the scene entered her mind. She saw the cabin
of the yacht in wild disorder, girls with torn dresses, drunk. Others sprawl-
ed on the floor, senseless. The men singing wildly. Thick cigaret smoke,
and through the haze, leering, sensual, appraising eyes. The stenching odor
of gin. And finally, Morley Brannon, drunk, approaching her with a look
in his eyes that sickened her. She backed to the door and yet he persisted
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. . . .A sullen rage gripped her as she heard jeering laughs and a few taunts:
“Be a sport!” Perhaps that was their idea of a sport, her friends! It was
Diane’s first yacht party. Curiously enough, the seemingly respectable
chaperones had acted as disgracefully as the rest. Then, the sickening reali-
zation concerning the party. Liquor had been produced with disastrous
results. Diane had sought to evade the coming catastrophe. Was this what
the best class of people had to offer—a lot of immoral, gin rotted wild youths?
Perhaps, she, Diane de Laurier, did not belong with them. She realized the
fact now. but knew that it had been brought to light by cruel circumstances.
Even Morley, whom she had trusted and thought. . . .
Diane forced herself from these thoughts. Something was happening
inside her and she did not know exactly what is was. What influence was
this haven, away from the world, wielding over her? She admitted to her-
self that she had never before felt so carefree and happy. She thought of
the young nun. Ste. Cecilia. With her was a certain atmosphere—a radiant
serenity. Diane often felt its presence and wondered what the secret of
it was. Her happiness shone forth from her inner self and affected all with
whom she came in contact.
The next morning. Sister Ste. Cecilia came as usual. As she was ar-
ranging the room. Diane shot forth the question:
“Are you happy here. Sister?”
Sister Ste. Cecilia did not seem astonished at the nature of the question.
She smiled and approached Diane near the window.
“Yes,” she admitted simply, “I am happy. The life is peaceful and sim-
ple. We are far from the artificialities and frivolities of the world. We pray
much. We are happy to serve God and work for the good of the people. I
was young when I entered the convent. Nineteen. And yet I knew I was
suited to the life. T have just taken my last vows after three years of no
vitiate. I enjoy my work.”
“Look.” Sister Ste. Cecilia pointed to a small vine clad building, “there
is the school. It is nearly time for class and the children will arrive. I have
two classes. I must go now.”
She smiled at Diane and left. Diane looked on the table where Sister
Ste. Cecilia had left the morning' paper. Glaring headlines caught her
attention and Diane read : '
HEIRESS DISAPPEARS. DIANE de LAURIER BELIEVED
DROWNED IN WILD YACHT PARTY OFF COAST OF MAINE
A long account of the party followed. Diane stared at the print and re-
mained thus for a long time. Then a bell rang, and the children entered the
schoolhouse. Diane donned a simple dress provided by the young nun. and
prepared herself for a talk with the old Mother Superior.
After a two month’s stay at the Good Sheperd Convent, Diane de Laurier
was not the same person who had entered there—a frivolous, unthoughtful
girl. Now she had awakened—had passed from her former life into a new
one, that she knew had awaited her and was intended for her. She shud-
dered as she thought of her narrow escape.
She told her story to the old Mother Superior who listened without
comment. Then came Diane’s plea to enter the novitiate. But the old
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Mother was wise. Diane might perhaps be under a nervous strain resulting
from her recent escapade. She advised the girl to remain with the Sisters
for a time, to gain a knowledge of the convent life; to give the matter seri-
ous thought. Then she might enter upon a novitiate of three years before
taking the last vows which would bind her to be a nun. But at any time
during the three years a novitiate nun might leave.
Diane wandered a few months later through the garden, down the walk
to the shore. The sea stretched lazily as a blue sheet before her. A tor-
tuous jagged path led to the top of the cliff, which reared its way against
the background of clouds. Diane at the top viewed the panorama. Beyond
the garden the convent was killed in the hush of the afternoon. There was
also the school, and through the open windows the children’s voices came
as if subdued by passing through the garden. Before her was the world—
her former world. Diane leaned against a rock and let her thoughts wander.
She reflected that she was now ready to give her decision to enter the no-
vitiate. She was not surprised at her decision in a change of life. She real-
ized that she was meant for convent life; that her former life had only been
temporary, adjusting itself to her surroundings. Iler soul had, by hazard,
found itself.
Three years passed, during which Diane was completing her novitiate.
She had adopted the novitiate costume which allowed, however, for her
head of hair. The hair was sheared only before pronouncing the last vows.
The life was a peacefid one. She taught in the little school and often
worked in the garden, caring for flowers that were to decorate the chap'el
altar. Old Father Latour often spoke words of encouragement to her. Then
Diane, after a long talk with the Mother Superior, made another decision—
that of taking the last vows. There was no doubt in her mind. She felt
she wotdd never regret her action.
The day before which she was to pronounce the final vows, found Diane
calm. Praying alone, in her little room, at night, she was interrupted by
the entrance of Sister Ste. Cecilia who held shears in her hands. Diane knew
what it meant and rose. Without a word she sat in a chair while the young
nun unfastened the veils about Diane’s head, releasing the long locks. At a
nod from the novice. Sister Ste. Cecilia swiftly cut the locks which fell to the
floor one by one. Then Diane was dressed in the regular costume of the
nuns. Sister Ste. Cecilia quietly appraised her and smiled. Then she left.
She returned a moment later, however, and announed that there was some-
one to see Diane.
Diane started and paled perceptibly. Frightened, she was on the point
of refusing to see the visitor. Someone to see her. It was impossible!
\\ ho could have ferreted her out, bidden from the world in the convent? A
wild fear gripped her. Could it be. . . .No! And yet. . . .Diane dreaded
going into the receiving room and yet knew she must. Summoning her
courage, she left her sanctum and entered the visitor's room alone. Softly
closing the door, she turned and confronted her visitor.
“Morley!” fell from Diane’s lips.
Morley Brannon quickly rose and approached the young girl.
“Diane! My God but you’ve changed! Tell me quick,” he waited
breathless for the answer, “am 1 too late?”
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“Too late for what. Morley?” asked Diane.
“For this," he explained, with a sweep of the hand, indicating the con-
vent. “You are not a nun yet ?”
He waited tense for Diane to reply.
“No. Morley, not yet. But I am pronouncing my last vows tomorrow
morning,” Diane announced quietly.
A look of pained surprise crossed Brannon’s features, followed by one
of determination.
“You can’t do it!” Brannon cried fiercely. “Diane, you weren’t meant
for that life. . . You’re so young. . . so beautiful. I know. I acted like
a beast. . . Rut I hoped. . .
“I have long forgiven you that. Morley,” said Diane quietly
“1 came to see if you would come back. I have hunted you for three
years, never giving up hope against the thought that you were drowned. . .
But I happened to be traveling around here, and I saw you one day in the
garden. 1 could hardly believe my eyes. The old Mother refused to let me
see you, but I insisted. Diane, you know I love you. You will come
back. It is not too late!’
“I cannot, Morley,” Diane declared in a calm voice. “As you say, I have
changed. My feelings are not the sam.e”
Here Diane broke off and looked aside.
“You mean,” asked Brannon slowly, “that there is no hope for me?”
“Yes. that is what I mean—for you or for anyone in the old life.”
For a moment. Brannon stood as if stunned then braced himself.
“I did not realize, Diane. But 1 simply could not see you as a nun.”
“Neither could I. Morley, until God showed me it was meant to be so.
But remember, Morley, to the world I am Diane de Laurier, a disappeared
heiress.”
“I understand. But we can be friends. I can see you sometimes?”
pleaded Brannon.
Diane waited before answering, as if afraid of inflicting a hurt.
“I am leaving for China tomorrow. A call for volunteers has come
from the missionary headquarters, and the Mother Sueprior has given me
permission to go.”
Brannon seemed aghast.
“But. Diane, think of the danger! The missionary sections are partly
uncivilized. Bandits, famine, disease. Revolt! You cannot expose yourself”
“Ah!" quickly put in Diane, “but that is the work of a nun! That is
my mission in life; to work for others, and do good in this world.”
Silence followed her statement. Brannon seemed to be thinking. Then
he smiled wryly.
“I will see you at the pier when you leave.” he told her slowly.
Without a word, Diane turned and left the room. During the night she
wept softly.
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The next day, Diane, now Sister Mary Magdalene, embarked for China
with Sister Ste. Cecilia and another nun. Brannon had said a simple good-
bye at the boat. Diane, on the ship’s deck, watched the landmarks disap-
pear. Brannon, as he saw the boat sail off, felt something leave his life. He
was alone on the pier, save for the porters. Dusk was falling and night
would soon blot out the sea. Brannon saw a figure on the receding deck,
which stood out from the others. The distance was far, but he knew it was
the girl he loved. The dying sun shone on the flowing veils of the nun. Then
the vessel picked up speed and became indistinct in the shadows. Night
had fallen.
CHARLES LESIEUR
ENCOURAGEMENT
In tired flight
A downcast cloud that lagged
Its weary way at dusk
Drank crimson light
And warmth from sunset’s cup.
It poised aloft, refreshed.
And smiled, and bravely faced
The coming night.
CHARLES LeSlEUR
ARMISTICE PARADE
On the heads of flagstaffs eagles soar,
Followed by cannon that speak no more.
Crowds of people on either side
Cheer and forget the boys who died,
That peace forever might abide
In no man’s land.
They never shuddered when shrapnel broke;
Nor struggled to breathe in cannon smoke.
It was not for them in planes to fight,
Nor to think that on waking that daylight
Might be their last, to hold the right
In no man’s land.
The war is over and peace holds sway,
And we cheer and parade on Armistice Day.
1 wonder if we ever show
That though years have passed we still do know
Of the crosses stretching row on row
In no man’s land.
RONALD SIMPSON
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CALLERS
“Well, Ma, I’m glad you are going to rest this afternoon, because I have
a great deal of studying to do, and I can use a few quiet hours. Besides, if
I finish my lessons before supper, I can go to the movies tonight with
Arthur.”
“If you expect to go to the pictures, you had better get busy. You know
how long it takes you to do Latin.”
“All right, I’ll be through at six o’clock.”
I draw a chair up to the table, and open my book.
“Aeneas begins to invoke the Gods.”
Before I can finish the first line, a challenging knock on the door dis-
tracts my attention.
“If that’s another kid selling papers, I’ll throw him down the stairs,” T
decide.
“Hello, Buck, coinin’ out?’’ demands my friend, Oliver.
“I don't believe I can now, Oliver. If I go to the movies tonight, I must
finish my lessons.”
“All right, I’ll be seein’ you.”
Before I can reach my seat, a man comes to read the meter. After he
has gone, I sit down and find the place in my book. Aeneas again invokes
the gods. As I hear someone approaching the door, I feel like following
Aeneas’ example. There is no knock. My steel-like nerves are weakening.
The suspense is too great. I rush to the door, and there stands Mrs. Stew-
art, my idea of a perfect pest.
“I hope I’m not bothering you.” she. says.
“Not in the least,” I lie. “Won’t you come in? I’ll call mother.”
I open the bedroom door. My mother is sound asleep. As my mother
comes out rubbing her eyes and yawning, Mrs. Stewart begins to apologize
for waking her up.
This intruder is one of those meek and sensitive souls who never do any
harm, but merely go from home to home, telling of their husbands’ faults,
and all they know about the neighbors. As she begins the tale about her
poverty. I give up all hopes of studying, and go out of doors. For two hours
I walk about town anti then I creep up stairs. Hearing someone crying I
know that our visitor is still going strong. I go away and return at supper
time. Mrs. Stewart has gone. My mother is exhausted, and I haven’t a
bit of studying done. After supper my mother goes to bed. At nine o’clock
I have finished Latin, and am just starting to do French. I think of Arthur
enjoying himself at the theatre. How I love to have callers!
EDWARD AUSTIN
A bird
A burst of song
A morning glorified
With music and the fragrant air
Of Spring.
DOROTHY RAWNSLEY

ON BEING A HOUSEMAID
Oh joy, a week of real fun ! Mother is away, and I’m my own boss.
Immediately the problem of eating or starving confronts me. Well, what
shall 1 have for dinner? What does mother usually have? What in the
world do we usually eat? I guess I’ll have sardines today. I’ll think of
something go<xl for tomorrow. So am 1 initiated into the first order of
orders.
At last my delightful meal is over. Where did all those dirty dishes
come from? Well. 1 suppose dishes have to be washed. How in time does
one get grease off? After much scrubbing with soap and cold water
and accomplishing nothing except to spread the grease over a larger expanse
of plate, I finally push the dishes into a corner of the sink trying to make
them as inconspicuous as possible. Maybe if 1 use only a few dishes for
every meal the supply will last out the week.
Drip, drip. What’s that? Sounds as if the roof were leaking. Why
there’s water on the floor. A stream of it! Oh good night! The ice
chest pan has run over! I dash over to the ice box and after a contortionist
act. I manage to extricate the overloaded pan out from under, causing a sec-
ond flood in the meantime. Necessity is the father of invention, and. know-
ing my own fault of forgetfulness, I devise the idea of running a hose from
the pipe to a wash tub large enough to hold a week’s supply of ice-water. In
order to escape all other catastrophes, I go to bed.
When I awake, I have a feeling of self-importance. At least I can make
a bed. First you put on a sheet. What a funny sheet ; it is wider than it is
long! What shall I do with the extra end? How does anyone manage to
throw a sheet on a bed anyway? And with a non-printable exclamation of
disgust and other emotions. I decide hereafter to sleep on the mattress.
Oh Lord! How long does it take for a week to pass?
GEORGE COOK
AUTUMN
Autumn days are with us;
Summer’s joys are past.
Days are growing short and cold;
Leaves are falling fast.
Down they dance like fairies,
All in gold and red ;
They have left the treetops
For their winter bed.
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We sense a wave of sadness
As we watch them fall
They are gone forever
At the winter’s call.
ELIZABETH CHAMBERLIN
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ON WITH THE DANCE
“Oh. for heaven’s sake, Almira, why don’t yon turn off the victrola?”
exclaimed Lillian. “T don't understand how you can play that old thing this
afternoon.”
“Well.’’ drawled Almira, “we've got to do something for excitement. The
least we can do is to play the victrola.”
“Yes. that’s right,’’ agreed Frances. “You know. Lillian, we all feel the
same as you do. but what's the use of mourning over our misfortune?”
“Geeny-hum,” whined Elizabeth Perry, “nobody knows how bad I want
to go to that dance. I’ll bet ten cents the Alfred boys'll be there.”
“Alfred boys or no Alfred boys.” returned Lillian, “just think, girls, the
opening dance of the season is going to be held at the Wells Beach Casino
tonight and not one of us can go. Doesn’t that burn you up? I don’t see
why our parents can’t be reasonable. Nobody’ll kidnap us; nobody'll steal
our old car, nor will we stay out all night.”
“Listen, everybody.” I suggested, “don’t you suppose that in some way
or other we might get our parents’ consent?”
“That’s an idea.” encouraged Gladys. “Let’s all think for fifteen minutes.
When the time is up. everyone must have thought of some way which will
influence our parents toward letting us go.”
“Well. I don’t have to think fifteen minutes.” informed Lillian. “I've
already got an idea.”
“Out with it,” cried everyone.
“At supper time you all go to your own home. Casually remark how
nice the weather is, and what a glorious night it will be. Soon after say
that no one knows how bad you want to go to the dance. Then burst forth
with. ‘Gee. mother. I don’t see why 1 can’t go to the dance. If 1 could go
all the rest of the girls could go.’ If they still say ‘no,’ don’t argue. Come up
to my house, and we’ll think of some other way.”
"Well,” inquired Almira, “how do I know that everyone else can go if
just I can?”
“If everyone succeeds in. . .”
“Oh. Lillian, that won’t work.” interrupted Frances.
"Listen.” reasoned Gladys, “Lillian, you tell your mother and father
that they ought to let you go. and that by keeping you home they’d be keep-
ing five of us home.”
“But how would that work?” asked Lillian.
“I know,” I said. “We can all go home and tell our folks that Lillian
simply cannot go to the dance. Then laughingly say, ‘Mother, if Lillian’s
parents should let her go. could I go?”
“That might work.” agreed Betty Perry.
"But suppose we all should get consent to go to the dance if Lillian could,
and then Lillian couldn’t go,” brought up Gladys.
“We’d only be in the same fix that we are in now,” spoke Elizabeth.
“Well, if this plan doesn’t prove a success, I’ve got another one,” in-
formed Lillian.
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“Tell us about it,” pleaded Almira.
“Not now,” she responded.
Then silence reigned. Everyone seemed to be thinking, wondering
whether or not our plan would be a failure. Lillian was sitting at a card
table, where she had been trying all afternoon to write a letter, but with
little success. Frances was curled up in a large armchair. She had a book
opened before her, but it was very seldom that a page was turned. Almira
was sitting on the floor beside the victrola with her head perched against
the wall and a happy expression on her face. She seemed to have faith in
our success. Gladys was looking out of the window, day dreaming. Eliza-
beth and I, sitting opposite each other at a card table, had been playing double
solitaire, but had tired of it.
“Come on, girls,” spoke Almira, “let’s go home and try our luck. The
suspense is killing me.”
“Well,” said Frances, “personally T don’t think our plan will work.”
“You would throw cold water on it. You always do,” complained Almira,
“Look.” cried Lillian, “my mother and father are coming up the walk.
Now. you girls go home and do your duty. After supper come back and
break the news gently.”
“All right.” we answered.
When I reached home. I found my father, mother, and brother eating
supper. I sat down at the table as though nothing was on my mind. Sud-*
denly my father said,
“What’s the matter?’
I hadn’t realized that I had hardly spoken a word since entering the
house.
“Oh. nothing,” I responded.
“Yes, there is. Now what is it,” he insisted.
“Just the dance.”
“Well.” broke in mother, “you know............”
“Yes, I know,” T interrupted. “Anyway Lillian can't go; so I guess it
doesn’t matter.”
“Well, if Lillian could go, it wouldn’t matter. You cannot go.”
At this point things looked quite bad for me. At length I said laughingly.
“Lillian hasn’t one chance in a million of going tonight, but, Mother, if
she did have that chance, could I go?”
“No.”
As soon as the dishes were washed. I left without even telling my mother
where T was going. When I arrived at Lillian’s I found live down-hearted
girls. I immediately realized that they had succeeded just as I had.
“Hello, girls.”
“Hi 1”
“Won’t we have fun at the dance tonight?”
“It’s no joke,” growled Almira.
“No fooling, isn’t it?”
“By the way, Lillian, you said you had another idea,” reminded Almira.
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“But what’s the use? It probably wouldn’t work.”
“It won’t hurt us to try,” remarked Frances.
“Well,” began Lillian, “it’s just this. The six of us could go around
to each individual girl’s home. I’ve got the car. Suppose we go to Almira’s
first. She will enter the house. We will all follow. Then Almira will
say.......”
“But, we’ve got company, and.........”
“That makes it all the better. You say, ‘Mother, the girls all want me to
go to the dance.’ That’ll be the truth.”
“Oh,” exclaimed Frances, "that’s a perfect idea. I can see the way to
success. Come girls, let’s get started. Good luck to us!”
About five minutes later we drove up in front of Clarks’ house.
“Come on,” commanded Lillian, “don’t be afraid, Almira. Lead the way,
and we’ll follow.”
"Mother,” faltered Almira, “the girls want me to go to the dance awfully
bad. Can’t I go?”
“Almira, what did I tell you?”
“Oh, Mrs. Clark,” said Lillian, “why can’t she go? We want her awfully
bad. Our party wouldn’t be complete without her.”
“But, Lillian, if you had been as bad as Almira has, and had made your
mother clean up after you and. . .
“Heavens! I’m worse than than,” argued Lillian. “Almira, you’ll,
you’ll promise to work all day tomorrow if you can go to the dance tonight,
won’t you?”
“Yes, I’ll promise anything.”
“Well all right — go, but be home early because your father will be
provoked if you aren’t.
“Oh, goody, goody, gumdrops,” squealed the pleased Almira.
“Now for my father and mother,” said Lillian. They’re at a party at
Uncle Ed’s.”
“Never mind, we’ll break up more than a party to get to this dance.”
Rather timidly we all walked into Ed. Hussey’s house.
“Well—Lillian,” began her mother. *
“Hello, Mother and everybody. Can I go to the dance tonight? All
the girls want me to go awfully bad. Don't you. girls?”
“We sure do,” was the response.
“Did your mother say you could go, Almira?” asked Mrs. Bodwell.
We all breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yes, she did.”
“Would you let Lillian go, Stilly?”
"Well, if all these girls go, I don’t care. What time will you promise
to be home, Lillian?” asked her father.
“Oh. any time before midnight—good-bye!”
Once outside Lillian exclaimed,
"Wasn’t it just wonderful that Mother asked you, Almira if you could
go?”
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Next we went to my house. My mother was down-street. My father
was reading the paper.
“Oh. Daddy,” I asked, “all the girls want me to go to the dance, don’t
you, girls? I can go, can’t I?’’
“Yes, I guess so.” he said. “I don't know what your mother will say,
but, never mind. I’ll tend to that.”
Our next stop was Gladys’. There we found many of Gladys’ relations
playing cards.
“Oh, Mother.” asked Gladys, “can I go to the dance with the girls?
You’d let me go, wouldn’t you. Uncle William?”
"I sure would, Gladys.”
“Let her go, Lizzie,” said Uncle Everett.
“All right, you can go, but be home early.”
We rushed out of the house and scrambled into the car.
“Oh, girls.” joyed Gladys, “I didn’t dream I’d have such good luck! Who
knows, maybe in an hour or so we’ll be able to dance to our hearts’ content.”
“Huh! don’t count your chickens before they hatch,” advised Lillian.
“No,” added Frances, “and don’t forget that we haven’t won the battle
with my parents yet.”
“Nor — nor mine either,” whimpered Betty.
“Whose house shall we go to first?” asked Lillian.
“I — I rather think we’d better go to Elizabeth’s fiirst. Then if you
all have permission to go, we might have better luck than I think we’re go-
ing to have at my house.”
“Then to Betty’s we go.” announced Lillian.
In a few more minutes we found ourselves confronting more difficulties
than we suspected.
“Daddy,” wheedled Elizabeth, “can’t 1 please go tp the dance?”
“She can go, can’t she, Mr. Perry?” put in Lillian.
“We want her awfully bad,” added Almira.
“And you wouldn’t want your daughter to miss a good time that we
are all going to enjoy,” said Frances.
“Just a minute, just a minute, girls.” blustered Mr. Perry.
“Did all your parents consent to your going? asked Mrs. Perry.
“Oh, sure," was the immediate answer.
“And yours, Frances?”
“Well, well, you see it’s this way. . .
“We haven’t asked Frances’ folks yet.” quickly explained Lillian, “but
we’re going right down there now. I’m sure you can go, aren't you Frances?”
“Why, yes.”
“Of course you can go,” I added.
“And — and can’t 1 go too, Darkly dear?”
“Well, now, I don’t know. I’ll have to think it over and—”
“And while you're thinking it over,” interrupted Lillian. “Betty can
go down to the beach and enjoy the dance with the rest of us.”
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“Oh. thank you, Daddy, dear. I’m going to give you a big kiss right
now.”
“But — but. . . .”
And then we were gone. Soon we drove up in front of Willard’s house.
“Girls,” said Lillian, “I've got a funny feeling.”
“Huh,” remarked Frances. “I’ve got a funnier feeling than you have.
And 1 know my parents extremely well, you know.”
“I’ve got a feeling we’re failing.” chanted AlmiVa to tfhe tune of,
“I’ve got a feeling I'm falling.”
“Ha, Ha.” we all laughed
“You would think of that song Almira.”
“Put all fooling aside, girls.” commanded Lillian. “Let’s pile out of
this old flivver and get busy. We can’t fail at this point.”
“I should say not,” encouraged Gladys.
We scrambled out of the car. scurried up the long walk and entered
the house.
“Hello, girls,” greeted Mrs. Willard.
“Hello, Mrs. Willard,” we returned.
“Oh, Mother,” exclaimed Frances, “we’ve got a surprise for you!”
“Yes, we're all going to the dance at the Wells Beach Casino,” informed
Lillian.
“Oh, you are? Well, I’ve got a surprise for you. Frances isn’t going
to the dance.”
“But, Mother—”
“Mrs. Willard,” pleaded Lillian, “can’t Frances please go? We won't
have a good time unless she's with us. We'll be home early, and......”
“Now, girls. Frances knows very well how 1 feel about those Wells
Beach dances. I told her at the beginning of the season that she was not
to ask me to go to any of them. That settles it.”
“Mother, Almira's Lillian’s, Doris’, Gladys’ and Elizabeth’s parents have
consented to their going. Now — now — why — Oh girls, never mind me.
You — you go on down to the dance. I'll, I'll—”
“No, you won’t either.” soothed Lillian. “Cheer up. Frances. If you
don’t go to the dance, not one of us will go, will we. girls?”
“Of course not,” we answered.
“No — o,” drawled Almira.
“Don’t be foolish. I don’t expect five of you to miss a good time just
on account of me, but—”
Bang! The door slammed. In came Mr. Willard.
“Why, girls! I’ve heard everywhere that you all were down at the
beach, and by now dancing.”
"Well,” said Lillian, “we certainly would have been, but — but —”
“But what?”
“None of us would go without Frances.”
“Hiram—”
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“Just a minute. Who or what is stopping you from going, Frances?
Don’t you want to?”
“Of course I do, Daddy.”
“Hiram,” inquired Mrs. Willard, “don’t you care if Frances goes to
the dance?”
“Why, of course not. Not if all these girls are going. You know,
Christine, they’re only young once.”
“Then I can go?’’
“Oh. Frances!" we exclaimed.
“Come on and let's go, girls,” hurried Almira, “before anything or any-
body stops us.”
We rushed out of the house, ran up to the flivver and tumbled in one
after another.
“Oh, Gladys,” veiled Almira, “didn’t she give you a dirty look?”
“Who? Who?”
“Mother Nature!”
“Pull all the wise cracks you want to, Almira,” retorted Gladys. “We’re
all happy now. We re on with the dance.”
“I can hardly believe it,” I remarked.
“There ! — we’re off!”
“Look, girls,” screamed Almira, “isn’t that “Cap” with five other boys in •
his car?”
“What could be more perfect on a night in June!”
---------------- DORIS RICE NEILSON
CINQUAINS
A crash!
A flare of light!
One hour dark fury reigns
Above the quaking earth and then
A star.
ELIZABETH CHAMBERLAIN
Four years
In Sanford High;
The night to say farewell;
The torch flames bright that shows the way
To life.
ELEANOR GOOCH
The ice storm stands out as one of the big events in our senior year. We
retain some of its beauty in the following metaphors, describing the hill op-
posite the school house on the morning after the storm:
“Crystal flowers”—Louise Mallinson
“A fine frozen network of crochet”—Claire Fontaine
“Ice wigwams”—Eldora DeHaven
“Torn silver lace”—Mary Bernier
“Spray from a fountain, frozen in its flow”—Julia Butterfield
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THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS
Is the spirit of Christmas in tinsel and bells,
Or in cheering a weary stranger?
Does Heaven hold wreaths and Christinas trees,
Or a Babe who was born in a manger?
FRANCES WILLARD
AN IL PENSEROSO DAY
Before I wake to me it seems
The rain is falling through my dreams.
I wake to hear it on the eaves
And dripping from the maple leaves.
My thoughts arc mingled with the rain,
And I live in the past again.
Blissful joy and sorrow’s tears
I feel again in souvenirs.
Now the rain is through his tale
And sun bursts through his cloudy jail.
I softy turn the forest’s door
And wander o’er pine needled floor.
Oh, let me find some shady nook
And stay there, lonely, with a book.
Or let me sit on some high hill,
Where everyhing is calm and still.
Then let me gaze on land and sea.
And ponder why such things can be,
That they’re so great, and I’m so small,
Or wonder why they are at all.
Faintly through the forest’s screen
I hear a cowbell’s mellow ring.
Now the moon has climbed the hill.
Sadly calls the whippoorwill
From shadowy depths of darkest gloom
That arc not lighted by the moon.
Slowly are revealed to me
The moon washed realms of mystery.
Oh. dreamer, take me by the hand
And lead me home, a thoughtful man.
ELEANOR GOOCH
Spring is a time of rebirth. Green grass appears. Flowers lift their
heads. We ourselves can feel new life stirring within us. The burdens of
old failures and discouragements fall away, and only the sweetness of living
remains.
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After the last gay leaf has fluttered lingeringly clown, snows come and
fold the world in a soft white blanket. The withered grass and flowers,
tired by service, lie quietly in the arms of earth and are given new strength
for the coming spring.
A L’ALLEGRO DAY
Before I wake, to me it seems
A robin's singing in my dreams.
And then at last 1 wake to hear
That same gay robin singing near.
And at my window, laced with vine,
1 bask in warmth of June sunshine.
No thought to past days do I give ;
Tis in the present that I live;
Nor care I where my future lies
On the earth or in the skies.
As long as this day is bright and fair,
1’11 banish thought and dreary care.
So let me up and out of doors,
Over fields to sandbound shores,
Where waters from forgotten lands
Come up to meet the yellow sands;
And cast green seaweed on the beach,
Then draw it down from out my reach.
I put a shell up to my ear
And wonder at the sounds I hear.
The tumbling waves bid me to stay,
But I must turn my steps away.
I wander beneath apple trees
W hose blossoms cover all the leaves;
And as 1 gaze at them I think
Of gay old ladies dressed in pink.
Now turn my footsteps home again
Through the ripening fields of grain,
That I might hear the scythes’ low song
And workmen's laughter, clear and long.
As shadows lengthen like a fan,
1 homeward stroll, a happy man.
ELEANOR GOOCH
Autum’s beauty is nature's piece of crepe hung on the door of the world
when summer has passed away.
KATHERINE ('.RAY
Autumn is a symbol of hope. Whenever I see a leaf fall in all its bril-
liance. I think how short a time it will be before the red and yellow changes
to dull brown, and the dull brown becomes a part of the paths we tread—So
beauty gives way to service.
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THE STARS SHINE DOWN
The stars shine down from a wintry sky,
On fields where sleeping shepherds lie ;
Then suddenly angel hosts appear
Bringing glad tidings from on high.
A star shines down in radiance bright.
Guiding three wisemen through the night;
Until at last, a stall they near
Where Christ lies wrapped in holy light.
The stars shine down as they have so long,
And watch us now in the hurrying throng;
Do they think as we rush through the busy year
We could ever forget the Christmas song?
RUTH HANSCOM
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Athletics
The class of 1930 has had few athletic stars. The greatest proficiency of
the graduating class has been demonstrated in the class room. The boys of
of the class however have shown up well on all the teams, and their game,
hard playing has done much to turn the tide of the battle in favor of the
Red and White. Several boys reported for football in their freshman year
and have turned out for the team each fall. McCann captained the team
this year. Chet Avery, Bob Lalanne, Lawrence Sherburne, and Emile Cote
have seen service for several seasons. Avery and Lalanne have received
their letters.
The girls have held up their end. In every inter-class basketball tourn-
ament, the girls of 1930 have been on their toes from the opening whistle.
Gwendolyn Wentworth, Mildred Wells. Evelyn Ridley and Evelyn Ross have
all received their S’s for service. Elizabeth Perry and Frances Willard earned
their numerals.
The boys’ class team has always been strong. Sherburne, Simpson,
Reed, Avery, Gooding, Lister, Littlefield and Butler have taken part in the
class games.
On the diamond the blue and silver also have had many able representa-
tives. Simpson, McCann, Merrifield all gained regular berths on the baseball
team.
Track has been in the sunlight very much in the past few years. Good-
ing, Littlefield, Grant, Avery. Perry, Simpson have all picked up points in
the interclass meets. Littlefield has won many points in interscholastic
meets by his skill and speed in hurdling.
Mildred Wells, Gwendolyn Wentworth. Elizabeth Perry, Frances Wil-
lard, and Evelyn Ross have shown up well in field hockey. Many have made
their numerals at this fascinating game of infantry polo.
Minor sports have also occupied much time. The class of 1930 has had
many representatives on the tumbling teams and in the gym classes at the
Gym Exhibitions.
We only hope that the classes that follow us may receive the help, inspir-
ation, and pluck that we have from our athletic training. We wish the fol-
lowing classes all the luck in the world in their athletic campaigns. May
they hold high, by their clean sportsmanship and hard playing, that Red and
White banner under which we have played for the past four years.
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WHEN W E \\ EKE VERY YOUNG
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Mr. Sager: “Miss Perry, what enables ns to move our arms and legs”
Elizabeth: “The muscles of the stomach.”
NEW VERBS
Doris Brooks: (in Freshman English) “When we heard the noise, we
were shakified and not in our heads.”
Miss Folsom: "Does anyone know anything about Bemis?”
Sherburne: “Yes, he’s absent.”
Elizabeth Ford would follow him to the end of the world—
He was the figure on her radiator cap.
HEARD HERE AND THERE
All ready for the first quiz question?
No talking please.
It gives me great pleasure.
Certainly.
Just a few announcements before class recitations.
EXPERIENCE
Welch: “Ackroyd, come over to the farm, 1'11 show you how to milk the
cows.”
Ackroyd: “Don’t you think I ought to begin with the calf until I get
more experience?”
COHERENCE
Goodwin: (Giving oral theme) “Looking back, he saw the girl eating
chocolates through the window.”
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A CORRECTION
Mr. Bridges: (in Junior English') “Correct this sentence: ‘Before any
damage was done, the fire was put out by the volunteer fire department’.’’
Spudsy: “The fire was put out before any damage could be done by the
volunteer fire department.”
MONOPOLY
Miss Fuller: “On what has Rockfeller a monopoly?”
Class: (in Economics) “Dimes.”
Mr. Prescott: “Miss Rawnsley. what do you find has happened to milk
when you take it in on a very cold morning?”
Dot: “I don’t know, I take mine in at night.”
NEW NATIONALTY
Miss Jordan : “What do you call the inhabitants of Tyre?”
Edward Austin : “Tyrants.”
Helen Goodrich, after working at Goodwin’s Pharmacy, got excited
while powdering her nose, and before she realized it she had sold herself
two boxes of powder and had short-changed herself in the bargain.
Speaker: “Think of the poverty ‘Over There". How would you feel
if your family were composed of a widow and little orphans?”
George Cook: (elbowing LeSieur) “Like a corpse.”
Mrs. Earle: “What is the name of the disease in which the person
afflicted has a lapse of memory?”
Eddie Lister: “Evolution.”
CURRENT HISTORY
Mrs. Clarke: “What is a ground hog?”
Bernice Libby : “Something like a porcupine.”
ANCIENT HISTORY
Mrs. Earle: “What caused the death of Socraties?”
Sherburne: “Can it be answered in one word?”
Mrs. Earle: “Yes, I suppose so, if you said he ‘died’.”
HEAT
According to Kenneth Moulton steam is water crazy with the heat.
STATISTICS
Thinnest Most Undignified Most Dignified Jolliest Youngest Oldest Wisest Shortest Most Studious Tallest    Ruth Rankin Ruth Hanscom Carl Welch Rudolph Couturier Alice Porrell Bernice Libby Lawrence Sherburne Corydon Goodwin Richard Littlefield Thelma Moulton
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An EQUATION OF WOE
Y»ung Goodwin sat at his chemistry bench
As sad as sad could be,
For casting his eye toward the right,
He could fair Doris see.
Doris, the fair, with milk-white skin
And lips like rubies gleaming.
With teeth like pearls; cheeks wine-red,
And eyes like lanterns beaming.
But not for Goodwin was Doris fair.
For Alvan, the villain, was near,
And Doris quoth she. “Without Alvan, my love,
I should straightway drop a tear."
So young Goodwin brooded (as lovers oft do)
“For science my life will I give.
If no longer fair Doris my love will share,
1 no longer care to live!”
So back at his desk young Goodwin we find
Mixing some He and O
“If this does not work,’’ quoth he to himself,
I, myself, will out my brains blow!”
But sad to relate, the mixture did work.
And Goodwin to heaven did rise.
But Alvan, the villain, left fair Doris Hat,
And made off with another prize.
GEORGE COOK
LeSieur was an author of might
He wielded his pen with delight.
But he wrote about snakes
And jammed screeching brakes
And made the girls shudder with fright.
There was a young senior named Allen.
His school work he tried to do well in.
He studied his Trig,
And tore at his wig.
And found pretty’ soon he was “all in.”
There was a young lady named Kittie
Who always looked awfully pretty'
While striking a pose
She fell on her nose
Now Kittie is not quite so pretty.
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A FAMILY AFFAIR
One hot DAY in summer. AVERY PORELL man with GRAY eyes,
stopped by a BROOK that any PLUMMER would delight to harness.
“Ah.” said he. “this is perfect—DE HAVEN of rest!” However, looking
at the FIELD around him. he noticed that it was BARON.
“GOODIN’nuff,” he commented, “only the sun is as hot as MOULTON
lead. It’s verv easy to BERNIER self. What this place needs is a FOUN-
TAIN.”
The weather changed and it became cold; so the old man put on his
COTE and started off. On his way he picked a ROSE from a bush.
“WILLARD be all right to give this to my wife.” he pondered.
Night fell and he lighted a fire to COOK some RANKIN sour cheese.
Later he was joined by another man, a friend of his. and they talked about
the latest STILES.
“Will you GRANT me a favor?” suddenly asked the old man.
“Sure,” answered his friend.
“LESIEUR your new song about the GOODRICH man.”
The friend granted his request and then left on his mission.
“Where arc you GOWEN?” asked the old man; “in any case DUBE
gone long enough for me to go to sleep.”
“Who cares ” asked the other one.
“I CARONnuff” cried the old man.
His companion left. Away he WENT WORTH plenty of money.
“I'll TURNER new leaf” he promised himself. He toddled along, for
his legs were BEAUDOIN the Charleston. He returned to the old man.
“Take hold of my HAN’S COM.” he ordered.
“LIBBY go!” cried the old man. who had a cold in his head.
“We’ll FORD the BROOK and reach the WELLS at dawn,” pleaded the
other.
They both fell in the river and PERRYshed.
By: MILDRED WELLS and CHARLES LESIEUR
WHAT IF:
Olive was Woolworth instead of Grant?
George was Butler instead of Cook?
Mildred was Black instead of Rose?
Katherine was Blue instead of Gray?
Elizabeth was Studebaker instead of Ford?
Ruth was King instead of Lord?
Julia was Lardpasture instead of Butterfield?
Doris was Oceans instead of Brooks?
Richard was Bigmeadow instead of Littlefield?
Ruth was Feetgo instead of Hanscom?
Ralph was Badloss instead of Goodwin?
Elizabeth and Alvan were Peachy instead of Perry?
Phyllis was a Tumbler instead of a Turner?
Hazel was a Lease instead of a Grant?
Carl was a Jap1 instead of a Welch?
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VICTIM
Mr. Bridges: (In Junior English) Of what was Sidney Carton the
victim ?”
Mildred Rose: (after careful thought) “Marriage.”
FIREPROOF
Mary: “Did you know the faculty was fire-proof?”
Claire: “How come?”
Mary: “Not one member was at the lire drill yesterday.”
STEAM
Miss Fuller: “How is steam made?”
Mildred Carlisle: “From electricity.”
There was once a senior named Simpson
Who wore a sweater of crimson
Before reaching his seat
Cook stepped on his feet
And now our friend Ronald must limp some.
E. AUSTIN
A girl by the name of Louise
Sat down on a stump with much ease;
But up she did jump,
And off to the pump,
That stump had a nest full of bees.
E. DeHAVEN
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FARE YE WELL
Silent walls are murmuring low,
“Fare ye well.”
Hallways breathe a faint echo,
“Fare ye well.”
Empty classrooms that we know,
Books arranged in dusty row,
Softly whisper as we go,
“Fare ye well.”
ELEANOR GOOCH
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