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JUNE  1938 
DDXBURY,  MASSACHUSETTS 


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TEACHING  STAFF 
Front  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Mr.  Mugford,  Miss  White,  Miss  Annis,  Mr.  Green, 

Miss  Sanders,  Miss  McCoy,  Mr.  Macomber. 
Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Miss  Dondero,  Miss  Hausman,  Mr.  Blakeman,  Mr. 

MacKenny,  Miss  Downey,  Mr.  Patterson. 


Commencement 


Issue 


EUNICE  CATHERINE  ARNOLD 
"Hunk"  May  19,  1920 

//  eytS  were  made  for  seeing  Then  Beauty  li  Its  own  excuse  for  being. 
Favorite  Expression:  "Oh  boyt"  Favorite  Occupation:  Riding  horseback, 

Most   Disliked  Occupation:   Lessons.  Ambition:   To  travel. 

Eunice  is  on  the  Partridge  stair, 

Eunice  is  on  the  teams, 

Eunice  is  an  all-round  sport, 

A  popular  girl,  it  seems. 
Basketball  2,  3,  I;  Orchestra  3,  I;  Partridge  2,  :t,  4,  Editor-in-Chief  I;  Girls'  Base- 
ball  1.  2,  :t :  Class  Secretary  1,  2.  President  3,  4;  Student  Council  Secretary  It,  Pres- 
ident   I;  Senior  Class   Play,  "Minnie";   Operetta,  "China   Shop";   Class  Will;  Dance 
Committees  1,  2,  :!,  4;  Play  Committee  1. 


JOSEPH   CARL  BERG 

"Joe"  February  29,  1920 

Silence  is  deep  (is  Eternity,  speech  is  shallow  as  time. 
Favorite  expression:  "Oh  Yah,  that's  what  she  said." 
Favorite  occupation:  Hunting  and  fishing. 

Most  Disliked  Occupation:  Taking  a  shorthand  transcription. 

Joe  is  the  hoy  whose  dearest  w  ish 

Is  to  sit  in  a  boat  and  lazily  fish. 

We  all  say,  "No  ladies  for  him," 

Hut  Joe  listens  with  a  shy,  quiet  grin. 
Baseball  1,  2,  3,  4;  Senior  Class  Play,  Crouch,  the  Lawyer;  Class  History;  Dance 
Committee  2,  3,  4. 


RAYMOND  PARKER  CHANDLER 
"Razor"  June  24,  1920 

The  fat  is  in  the  fire. 
Favorite  Expression:  "That'll  be  the  day."  Favorite  Occupation:  Hornswoggling 

Most  Disliked  Occupation:  Digging  Clams.  Ambition:  To  become  a  printer. 

The  guy  who  keeps  things  stirred  up  most, 
Without  a  doubt,  is  Ray. 
He's  shortstop  on  the  baseball  team. 
And  you  should  see  him  play! 
Basketball  1,  2.  3,  4;  Partridge  2,  :i,  4;  Baseball  1,  2,  3,  4 ;  Class  President  1;  Stu- 
dent Council  4;  Operetta  1;  Class  (lifts;  Dance  Committee  1,  2,  3,  4;  Play  Committee. 


DORIS  MAE  COLLINGWOOD 
"Dot"  April  8,  1920 

Her  sta'ure  tall. — /  hate  a  dumpy  woman. 
Favorite  Expression:  "Oh!  Jiggers!!" 
Favorite  Occupation:  Hiding  in  a  rumble  seat. 
Most  Disliked  Occupation:  Doing  homework 
Ambition:  To  drink  ten  sodas  in  a  row. 

Friendly,  cheerful  Doris 

Wears  a  great  big  smile 

To  match  her  disposition. 

Yes,  knowing  tier's  worth  while. 
Partridge  4;  Senior  Class  Play,  Janet;  Operettas,  "The  China  Shop;  Class  Prophecy. 
Dance  Committee  1,  2,  3,  4.  Play  committee  4. 

CORA    FRANCES  McAULIFFE 
"Fran"  July  1,  1920 

He  silent  and  safe — silence  never  betrays  you. 
Favorite  Expression:  "How  much?" 
Favorite  Occupation:  Sleeping. 

Most   Disliked  Occupation:  Taking  Physical  Education. 

Ambition:  To  tour  the  country. 

Frances  a  senior  we  all  know  well, 
At  typing  and  knitting  she  seems  to  excel. 
And  though  she  smiles  very  rarely  indeed. 
She's  friendly  and  helpful  when  you  are  in  need. 
Basketball  timer,  :t.  4;  Partridge  3;  Senior  Class  Play,  Mrs.  Keeler;  Operetta, 

"China  Shop";  Dance  Committees  1,  2,  !i,  4. 


JOHN  E.  MERRY 

"Hot"  June  13,  1920 

There  is  no  liner  truth  obtainable  llu  man  than  comes  of  music. 
Favorite  Expression:  "o-o-oh  ye-ah" 
Favorite  Occupation:  Teasing  girls. 
Most  Disliked  Occupation:  Studying. 

Ambition:  To  become  a  success  at  my  work,  no  matter  what  it  is. 

II  you  have  seen  his  little  car. 

You'll  guess  the  reason  why 

The  girls  all  yell.  "Oh,  Hi  there,  Hot!" 

When  he  goes  whizzing  by. 
Baseball  2,  3;  Orchestra  2,  3,  4;  Class  Vice  President  2;  Senior  Class  Play;  Operetta; 
Dance  Committee  1,  2,  it,  4. 


JOHN  MOBBS 

"Horny"  October  26,  1920 

.4  man  he  seems  of  cheerful  yesterdays  And  confident  tomorrows. 
Favorite  Expression:  "Hey.  junior:"  Favorite  Occupation.  Caddying. 

Most  Disliked  Occupation:  Washing  windows.  Ambition:  Golf  Pro. 

An  indolent  lad  w  ith  a  w  insome  smile 
Who  likes  to  study — well  once  in  a  while, 
'lis  true  a  clarinet  he  can  play. 
B'-t  he  wo'-ldnt  even  do  that  if  he  had  his  way. 
Orchestra  4;  Baseball  1;  Operetta  3. 


HELEN  E.  OLHSEN 

"Olie"  September  22,  1920 

1  am  resolved  to  grow  fat.  and  look  young  till  forty. 
Favorite  Expression:  "I  don't  like  to  say  anything  but — ." 
Favorite  Occupation.  Eating. 
Most  Disliked  Occupation:  Dieting. 
Ambition:  To  be  a  model  for  Welch's  Grape  Juice. 

She's  so  funny  and  so  likable; 

She  really  is  a  scream. 

She  showed  us  her  efficiency 

Managing  the  team. 

Basketball  Manager  4.  Partr.dge  4;  Senior  Class  Play,  Aunt  Marion;  Operettas 
"The  China  Shop";  Class  Gifts;  Dance  Committees  2,  3,  4. 

THELMA   ELEANOR  PETERSON 

"Tiny"  September  4,  1920 

The  love  of  learning,  the  sequestered  nooks.  And  all  the  sweet  serenity  of  books. 
Favorite  Expression:  "Really?"  Favorite  Occupation:  "Going  Places." 

Most  Disliked  Occupation:  Dish-washing.  Ambition:  To  be  a  globe  trotter. 

Her  talent  combination 

Is  one  that's  hard  to  get. 

Her  class  mates  all  proclaim  her — "Swell!" 
And  studious — you  bet! 
Basketball  1,  2.  3,  4,  Captain  4;  Orchestra  2;  Partridge  2  i  reporter  I,  3  lass't.  lit- 
erary<,  4   i  new  s  editori;  Class  Offices  Treasurer  3,  Vice  President  4;   Senior  Class 
Play  4.  Dorothy  Van  Straaten;  Operettas  1;  Honor  Essay;  Dance  Committee  2,  3,  4; 
Play  Committee  3. 


GERTRUDE   FLORENCE  PUTNAM 

"Googie"  January  3,  1920 

Of  all  the  girls  that  are  so  sntart.  There's  none  like  pretty  Googie. 
Favorite  Expression:  "She  did!" 
Favorite  Occupation:  Dolling  up. 
Most  Disliked  Occupation:  Waiting  in  crowds 
Ambition:  To  see  the  World's  Fair  in  I9M, 

As  Partridge  typing  manager 
Gertrude  showed  her  "stuff," 
And  what  a  hit  in  the  senior  play! 
She's  versatile  enough! 
Partridge  3;  Class  Offices  3.  4.  Secretary  4.  Senior  Class  Play,  Joan  Keeler;  Oper- 
ettas, "China  Shop";  Class  Motto;  Dance  Committee  1,  2,  3,  4. 

FRED  W.  WADSWORTH,  JR. 

"Pappy"  April  11,  1920 

Born   for  success   he  seemed.   With   shining  gifts   that    took   all  eyes. 
Favorite  Expression:  "Think  so?" 
Favorite  Occupation:  Playing  a  trumpet. 
Most  Disliked  Occupation:  Writing  my  honor  essay. 
Ambition:  To  be  a  professional  musician. 

Although  he's  modest  and  ever  so  shy. 

No  one  can  see  the  reasou  why. 

For  his  trumpet  playing  is — well  simply  neat. 

Yes,  knowing  our  Pappy  is  surely  a  treat! 
Basketball  4,  Assistant  Manager  3.  Manager  4;  Orchestra  President  1.  2,  3,  4;  Part- 
ridge 4;  Class  Treasurer  2,  3,  4;  Student  Council  3,  4;  Senior  Class  Play,  Wilbur; 
Honor  Essay;  Dance  Committee  1,  2,  3,  4. 


Warren  W.  Sprague 
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SENIOR  CENSUS 

Most  Popular  Girl — Eunice  Arnold 
Most  Popular  Boy — Fred  Wadsworth 
Best  Looking  Girl — Gertrude  Putnam 
Best  Looking  Boy — Fred  Wadsworth 
Brightest  Girl — Thelma  Peterson 
Brightest  Boy — Fred  Wadswonh 
Most  Athletic  Boy — 

Raymond  Chandler 
Most  Athletic  Girl — Thelma  Peterson 
Class  Vamp — Eunice  Arnold 
Class  Sheik— Fred  Wadswcrth 
Best  Natured  Girl — Helen  Olhson 
Best  Natured  Boy — John  Mobbs 
Girl  Most  Likely  To  Succeed — 

Thelma  Peterson 
Boy  Most  Likely  To  Succeed — 

Fred  Wadsworth 
Best  Actor — Fred  Wadsworth 
Best  Actress — Gertrude  Putnam 
Best  Buy  Dancer — Raymond  Chandler 
Best  Girl  Dancer — Gertrude  Putnam 
Best  Dressed  Girl — Thelma  Peterson 
Best  Dressed  Boy — Fred  Wadsworth 
Rest  School  Spirit — Eunice  Arnold 
Best  Alibi  Artist — Helen  Olhson 
Best  Worker — Thelma  Peterson 
Best  Sports — 

Helen  Olhson  and  Fred  Wadsworth 
Most  Lcquacious — Doris  Collingwood 
Most  Versatile — Thelma  Peterson 
Mcst  Ambitious — Thelma  Peterson 
Most  Active — Raymond  Chandler 
Most  Studious — Thelma  Peterson 
Mcst  Sophisticated — 

Gertrude  Putnam 
Mcst  Artistic — Thelma  Peterson 
Mcst  Ingenious — Thelma  Peterson 
Most  Mischievous — 

Raymond  Chandler 
Wittiest — Joseph  Berg 
Slowest — Joseph  Berg 
Jrzzhst — Helen  Olhson 
Nerviest — Rpymond  Chandler 
Teacher's  Pet — Eunice  Arnold 
Girl  With  The  Best  Line- 
Helen  Olhson 
Most  Sincere  Boy — Fred  Wadsworth 
Most  Languid  Boy — Joseph  Berg 
Mcst  Languid  Girl — 

Frances  McAuliffe 
Most  Polite  and  Cour'eous — 

Thelma  Peterson 
Most  Temperamental  Girl — 

Doris  Collingwood 
Biggest  Fusser — Gertrude  Putnam 
Bey  With  The  Biggest  Feet- 
John  Merry 
Girl  With  The  Biggest  Feet- 
Doris  Collingwood 
Class  Pest — John  Merry 
Class  Baby — John  Mobbs 
Most  Nonchalant — Frances  McAuliffe 
Biggest  Bluffer — Eunice  Arnold 
Biggest  Goss'd — Helen  Olhson 
Naughtiest — Ravmond  Chandler 
Techiest — Gertrude  Putnam 
Boy  With  The  Best  Physique — 

Fred  Wadsworth 


Dear  Diary, 

We,  the  smallest  senior  class  on 
record  in  this  high  school,  are  finally 
being  graduated  now.  And  what  a 
relief!  We  are  confiding  this  to  ycu, 
dear  Diary,  because  we  have  to  get  ic 
out  of  us  and  we  know  you  won't  tell 
anybody.  Just  think — never  to  have 
to  get  any  old  lessens  ready  again 
(not  that  we  ever  did  have  thsm  done, 
of  course,  but  we  have  tj  keep  up  our 
front).  Oh.  ve  toll  ev^T"rb"dv  «■*>'■"»> 
sorry  that  we're  leaving  and  in  a  way, 
we  are.  We've  nau  ica.....  u±  *.u.i  u<n.*.. 
Remember  that  beach  party  we  had 
in  cur  freshman  year.  Mr.  M.  was 
supposed  to  chapercn  us  but  some- 
thing important  mu:t  he.ve  come  up 
because  he  didn't.  And  after  we  had 
been  down  on  irocd  c]rl  Duxburv 
b^ach  for  a  wM'e.  a  ^roup  from 
Brockton  came  down  and  ah — well — 
the  c.ass  s^i-l  ci  Droize  u^,  ycu  know. 
Oh,  yes,  and  one  oi  ou.  fa.r.j  n^-^vi 
and  told  one  of  the  Brocktonians  that 
she  was  eighteen  years  o.d.  We've  al- 
ways wondered  why. 

We  were  pretty  slide  as  sopho- 
mores— we  even  escape1  giving  one 
of  Miss  S's  famed  assemblies. 

Remember  that  "Tiny  '  brute  as  a 
junior  giving  a  Norwell  T  rl  a  bloody 
nose  while  playing  basketball?  That 
won  the  game  for  our  gkiS,  but  we've 
been  told  the  bloody  r-se  was  en- 
tirely accidental.  Then  husky  "Hunk" 
ps  ft  senior  threw  anotr  girl  right 
through  a  door  in  a  basketball  game. 
Our  srirls  were  stro^"\  all  right!  And 
no  one  will  forget  how  one  of  our 
plumper  classmates  dic  ed  all  during 
her  senior  year  by  eating  candy  re- 
cess and  neon. 

There'll  b-1  no  more  coming  h^^e 
from  Partridge  conventions  in  rumble 
srats  when  it's  rouring  rain  or  snow- 
ing snow  or  100°  below  0;  no  more 
last  minute  studying  in  the  lunchroom 
to  the  accompaniment  of  the  b!a':ant 
radio  and  the  noisy  hum  (or  roar)  of 
schoolmates  talking  with  their  mouths 
full;  no  more  staying  in  recesses  and 
noons  for  weeks  and  months  for  being 
late  or  talking  back  to  teachers;  no 
more  making  ur>  work  for  being  ab- 
sent: no  more  last-minute  crfmp^'^g 
for  midyears  or  finals;  no  more  rides 
in  those  (  hevro'et  buses  that  are  so 
cold  in  winter  and  so  hot  in  summer 
and  so  full  of  screams,  yells,  and  sing- 
ing all  the  time. 

If  "Variety  is  the  spice  of  life"  our 
class  has  been  .iust  that.  We  have  been 
composed  of  the  most  diverse  ele- 
ments, having  in  our  midst  a  great 
gieerler.  a  errand  golfer,  -a  fine  farmer, 
a  snarzy  sewer,  a  busy  blonde,  a  tune- 
ful, tremendous  trumpet-player,  a 
champion  clammer,  a  capable,  chival- 
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THIS  IS  WHY— 

Helen  Ohlson  can't  be  expected  to 
reduce,  her  ancestors  were  Swedish 
a. id  her  mother  tempts  her  daily  with 
all  sorts  of  luscious  Swedish  pastries. 

Doris  can  get  so  angry  sometimes. 
Thank  gcodness  it  is  only  once  in  a 
li  ctimc.  i.e.-  ancestors  were  Indians 
and  they  are  know  to  hold  grudges. 

Gertrude  Putnam  has  a  trmer  even 
though  she  is  no.  redhead  ...  Her  an- 
cestors \.ere  excitable  a..d  spirited 
Frenehr.  cr.. 

J.hn  Mcbbs  has  that  certain  jaunty 
swing.  It  is  because  of  the  jolly  old 
English  in  him. 

Joe  Berg  always  writes  or  gives 
oral  th'  nes  about  fish.  His  ancestors 
were  fishermen  who  sailed  the  briny 
deep. 

o  L.n  I.Ierry  is  a  farmer.  His  father 
and  his  ancestors  came  from  the  green 
fertile  valleys  of  Neva  Scotia. 

Prances  MacAulLTe  is  ways  quiet 
but  accomplishes  a  lot.  She  can  give 
the  credit  to  the  Brewsters. 

Fred  Wadsworth  can  write  good 
essays.  He  inherited  this  literary  ten- 
dency f.om  Longfellow. 

Raymond,  however,  differs  from  his 
ancestor  John  Alden  because  Razor 
is  not  afraid  to  "speak  for  himself." 

Thelrra  Peterson  is  tall  and  rugged. 
Her  aneistors  were  brawney  Vikings 
who  pi  ted  their  strength  against 
wind  ard  wave. 

Now  f  eniors  den't  call  me  a  traitor 
just  berause  I  hapoen  to  be  a  chip 
from  Benedict  Arnold  stock. 


YP.Y  TO  BABY  PICTURES 

1  Helen  O'hson 

2  Fred  Wadsworth 

3  Kaymcncl  Chanciier 

4  Thelma  Peterson 

5  Jchn  Mobbs 

6  Gertrude  Putnam 

7  John  Merry 

8  Joseph  Berg 

9  Doris  Collingwood 

10  Eunice  Arnold 

11  Frances  MacAuliffe 


STATISTICS 

Girl  Absent  Least — Eunice  Arnold 
Girl  Absent  Most — Frances  McAuliffe 
Girl  Tardy  I  east— Helpn  01h<=on 
Girl  Tardy  Most — Doris  Collingwood 
Boy  Absent  Least — Joseph  Berg 
Boy  Absent  Most — John  Mobbs 
Boys  Tardv  Least — 

Fred  Wadsworth  and  Josenh  Berg 
Boy  Tardy  Most — Raymond  Chandler 


HONOR  ROLL 

Thelma  Peterson — 7 
Eunice  Arnold — 1 
Frances  McAuliffe — 1 
Gertrude  Putnam — 1 


6 


The  Folly  of  War 

by  Thelma  Peterson  '38 

"Wars  are  hellish  business — all 
wars."  So  spoke  Walt  Whitman. 

War  is  not  glorious.  Harry  Emer- 
son Fosdick  wrote  of  the  World  War, 
"War  is  not  even  killing  gallantly  as 
knights  once  did,  matched  evenly  in 
armour  and  in  steel  and  fighting  by 
rules  of  chivalry  .  .  .  War  means  lying 
days  and  nights  wounded  and  alone  in 
No-Man's  Land;  it  means  men  with 
jaws  gone,  eyes  gone,  limbs  gone;  .  .  . 
it  means  untended  wounds  and  gan- 
grene and  the  long  time  it  takes  to 
die!" 

And  I  say  that  war  is  folly — folly 
because  it  leaves  only  ruin  in  ics  wake; 
h^aiioo  it  is  sn  costlv  in  lives  and 
property;  and  finally  because  it  de- 
vours men  not  in  the  interests  of  de- 
mocracy buc  in  tne  interests  of 
capitalism. 

Many  were  the  causes  of  the  World 
War  but  behind  them  all  was  greed. 
There  was  the  greed  of  countries  and 
the  greed  of  men,  both  of  which  were 
very  closely  related.  All  countries 
were  apprehensive  lest  they  might  be 
out-distanced  in  the  race  for  world 
commerce  and  trade.  For  a  long  time 
they  had  been  greedily  seeking  mar- 
kets, raw  materials,  and  areas  in 
which  to  invest  surplus  capital.  Ger- 
many had  acquired  the  Yugo-Slav 
provinces  of  Bosnia  and  Herzegovina 
from  the  Turks.  Fiance  had  invaded 
the  Far  East  and  Africa  in  search  of 
possessions.  Then  sly  business  men 
and  profiteers  saw  their  opportunity 
to  make  millions  of  easy  dollars  in 
manufacturing  war  materials.  They 
secretly  backed  poisonous  propaganda 
which  would  inflame  the  people  toward 
war — a  war  which  would  ruin  millions 
of  lives  in  trying  to  "make  the  world 
safe  for  democracy";  a  war  to  gratify 
an  insatiable  lust  for  money.  H.  G. 
Wells  recognized  this  covetousness  in 
his  Outline  of  History.  "The  sly  and 
base  of  the  worlds  of  business  and 
money  had  watched  the  convulsive  op- 
portunities of  the  time  and  secured  a 
firm  grip  upon  the  resources  and  po- 
litical power  of  their  countries.  Every- 
where men  who  would  have  been  re- 
garded as  shady  adventurers  before 
1914  had  acquired  power  and  influence 
while  better  men  tiiled  unprofitably. 
Such  men  as  Lord  Rhondda,  the  Brit- 
ish food  controller,  killed  themselves 
with  hard  work,  while  the  war  pro- 
fiteer waxed  rich  and  secured  his  grip 
upon  press  and  party  organization." 


One  of  the  craftiest  war  profiteers 
Wells  mentioned  was  Sir  Basil  Za- 
haroff, the  hated  multi-millionaire 
munitions  merchant,  who  insidiously 
backed  much  war  propaganda  in  order 
that  he  might  revel  in  his  millions 
made  from  manufacturing  munitions. 
About  him  Maxwell  Anderson  has 
written  the  following  verses  which 
are  taken  from  his  elegy  "Words  For 
Sir  Basil  Zaharoff,"  written  when 
Zaharoff  died. 

"Where   is  the   grave   of   Sir  Basil 
Zaharoff, 

Where  may  the  bones  of  the  old  man 
lie, 

Within  what  borders,  under  what  far- 
off 

Trim  God's  acre  look  up  at  the  sky?" 
"Hide  the  spot  well,  you  sextons  and 

keepers, 
Carve  obscurely  his  epitaph, 
For  the  earth  about  him  is  thick  with 

sleepers 

Dead  but  to  profit  that  cenotaph". 
"Lap  him  in  lead;  let  the  groins  and 
girders 

Jointing  the  marble  be  bronze  and 
steel 

Where  he  lays  him  down  with  his 
million  murders 

Hated  by  inches,  from  head  to  heel." 

Everyone  remembers  what  desolate 
wastes  this  man-caused  war  left  be- 
hind it  in  France.  Far  worse  than  the 
havoc  the  war  wrought  on  shell-rav- 
aged nations,  however,  were  its  dis- 
astrous physical  and  moral  effects  on 
men.  Walter  Langsam  of  Columbia 
University  writes  of  the  physical 
effects.  "The  World  War,  which 
lasted  1565  days,  was  undoubtedly  the 
bloodiest  and  costliest  war  that  has 
ever  been  fought.  Of  the  65,000,000 
men  who  were  mobilized  during  the 
conflict,  some  9,000,000 — one  in  seven 
— died  in  action  or  of  wounds. 
22,000,000  —  one  in  three  —  were 
wounded,  and  of  these  7,000,000  were 
permanently  disabled.  Many  of  the 
wounded,  moreover,  died  within  a  few 
years  after  the  war  as  a  consequence 
of  their  disabilities,  while  thouzands 
of  f  he  1-:  hacked  cr  gasied  veterans 
continued  to  lead  tortured  existences. 
More  than  5,COO,000  men  were  re- 
ported ai  missing  after  the  conflict 
and  of  these  many,  perhaps,  were  lit- 
erally blown  to  atoms  so  that  no 
traces  remained." 

There  are  other  results  of  the  war 
which  are  just  as  startling  as  its  ter- 
rible toll  of  men — its  moral  effect  on 
men  and  their  actions. 

War  is  h;,  pocritical.  While  in  the 
American  lines  a  chaplain  was  pray- 
ing, "O  Gcd,  may  the  enemies'  bullets 
fall  cn  their  own  men!"  At  the  same 
time  a  German  chaplain  was  probably 
praying  the  same  thing. 

War  makes  men  bitter.  Siegfried 
Sassocn,  a  war  poet,  shows  this  bitter- 
ness in  his  poem  "Does  It  Matter?" 

"Does  it  matter? — losing  your  leg? — 

For  people  will  always  be  kind, 

And  you  need  not  show  that  you  mind 

When  the  others  come  in  after  hunt- 
ing 

To  gobble  their  muffins  and  eggs." 


"Does  it  matter? — losing  your  sight? 
There's  such  splendid  work  for  the 
blind;  . 

And  people  will  always  be  kind. 
As  you  sit  on  the  terrace  remember- 
ing 

And  turning  your  face  to  the  light." 
"Do    they    matter? — those  dreams 

from  the  pit? 
You  can  drink  and  ferret  and  be  glad, 
And  people  won't  say  that  you're  mad; 
For  they'll  know  that  you've  fought 

for  your  country, 
And  no  one  will  worry  a  bit." 

War  makes  men  desperate.  A 
group  of  German  prisoners  said,  as 
they  showed  their  gashed  arms,  "We 
wore  dying  with  thirst,  we  had  our 
choice  of  doing  what  some  men  do  at 
such  times — drink  the  blood  of  an 
enemy,  or  else  drink  our  own.  We  are 
Christians;  so  we  cut  our  own  arms 
to  get  drink." 

War  turns  men  into  cruel  butchers. 
One-  soldier  tells  of  the  great  laughter 
at  an  officer's  mess  at  the  story  of  one 
of  the  men  who  had  run  out  of  car- 
tridges. He  took  a  spade  and  as  six 
Gc-rmans  came  one  by  one  around  the 
end  of  a  trench,  he  split  each  man's 
"'""11  open  with  a  well-aimed,  deadly 
blow. 

War   hardens    men    by    its  awful 
sights.   Sar-soon  depicts  those  horrors 
vividly  in  "Counter- Attack." 
"The   place   was   rotten    with  dead; 

green  clumsy  legs 
High-booted,  SDrawled  and  grovelled 

along  the  saps; 

And  trunks,  face  downward,  in  the 
sucking  mud, 

Wallowed    like    trodden    sand  bags 
loosely  filled; 

And  naked  sodden  buttocks,  mats  of 
hair, 

Bu'ged,   clotted    h°ads    slept    in  the 
plastering  slime." 

Now  that  the  war  has  been  lo.ig 
over,  people  see  that  it  did  not  ac- 
complish the  high  purposes  for  which 
men  thought  they  were  sacrificing 
bh?ir  lives.  It  only  satisfied  the  greed 
of  profiteers  and  nations.  The  "war 
to  end  wars",  seems  not  to  have 
ended  wa:s  but  to  have  p?.ved  the  way 
for  mere. 

The  Wcr'd  War  was  futile!  It  con- 
tributed nothing  to  civilization,  but 
caused  irrcra.able  damage.  Started 
bv  p-r-e''.  it  vreeked  havoc  with 
nations  ard.  worst  of  all,  with  men. 
It  cost  $337,000,000,000  and  killed 
9,000.000  men  outright.  Can  that 
astounding  loss  be  justified? 

Harry  Emerson  Fosdick  said, 

"A  man  who  calls  war  glorious  is 
mad.  And  through  all  the  physical 
h-rrors  luns  a  horror  more  aopalling 
still,  the  persistent  debauching  and 
brutalizing  of  men's  souls." 

In  order  to  end  wars,  people  must 
first  put  aside  their  own  petty  greeds 
and  jealousies.  Then,  onl",  will  na- 
tions abandon  their  costly  greeds; 
then,  only,  wili  people  save  the  valu- 
able lives  of  millions  of  young  men; 
and  then,  only,  will  civilization  remain 
alive! 


7 


The  History  of  Bands 

by  Fred  Wadsworth  '38 

The  first  musical  band  of  any  im- 
portance in  the  United  States  was  the 
band  created  in  November,  1775,  when 
the  Continental  Congress  authorized 
the  military  organization,  which  is 
known  today  as  the  United  States 
Marines.  A  part  of  this  organization 
was  a  band  of  fifers  and  drummers. 
Little  did  these  fii-st  musicians  know 
that  they  were  the  beginning  of  the 
famous  United  States  Marine  Band  of 
today. 

Fifes  and  drums  were  the  only  in- 
struments used  by  the  Colonial  forces 
during  the  Revolutionary  War,  _  ten 
or  more  players  making  a  band.  When 
we  had  gained  our  independence,  the 
army  was  broken  up  and  along  with  it 
the  bands. 

In  1798  Congress  again  established 
the  Marines,  and  this  time  they  were 
given  a  band  of  thirty-two  fifes  and 
drums.  In  1800  the  band  gave  its 
first  open  air  concert  under  the  lead- 
ership of  William  Far. 

The  United  States  Marine  Band  is 
the  oldest  American  militai-y  band.  It 
has  played  for  every  president  of  the 
United  'States  except  George  Wash- 
ington, and  there  is  a  possibility  that 
he  may  have  heard  it  after  his  retire- 
ment from  the  presidency. 

The  first  regular  band  in  New  York 
was  the  11th  Regiment  band  which 
was  established  in  1810.  By  1823 
there  were  five  band;  ii  the  city  all 
connected  with  the  milicia.  Most  of 
the  members  were  amateurs  who  were 
playing  without  pay.  This  ang-red 
the'  paid  musicians,  and  inspired  them 
to  form  the  firs:  commercial  unit 
known  as  the  Independent  Band, 
which  created  quite  an  impression  and 
was  much  in  demand. 

Professional  music,  in  the  early 
eighteen  hundreds  was  progressing  in 
spite  of  the  fact  that  bands  were  not 
very  well  organized  and  their  per- 
formances were,  for  the  most  part, 
questionable.  Two  Englishmen, 
Thomas  Dodsworth  and  his  son  Allen, 
both  possessed  of  unusual  musical 
ability,  joined  the  Independent  Band 
about  this  time.  It  is  claimed  that  the 
real  growth  in  American  band  music 
began  then  and  there. 

In  1834  the  Independent  Band 
changed  its  name  to  the  City  Brass 
Band  because  bugles  were  substituted 
for  clarinets  as  the  lead  instruments. 
But  in  1836  the  City  Brass  Band  broke 
into  two  sections  because  of  pro- 
fessional jealousy.  One  section  still 
remained  under  the  old  title  but  the 
other  changed  to  the  National  Brass 


Band,  which  later  became  known  as 
Dodsworth's  Band,  which  was  very 
successful  and  enjoyed  a  good  repu- 
tation. It  contained  some  of  the  finest 
musicians  in  the  United  States,  but  its 
success  was  for  the  most  part  due  to 
the  energy  and  inventive  talent  of  the 
Dodsworths. 

Before  1850  there  had  been  no  es- 
tablished rates  of  pay  for  band 
p.aycrs,  consequently  there  was  con- 
siderable price  cutting.  This  and 
other  grievances  finally  led  to  the  for- 
mation oi  a  Musical  Protective  Union, 
which  regulated  prices  and  had  l,20l» 
members  by  1874. 

Just  before  the  Civil  War,  the  cus- 
tom of  playing  with  one  band  and 
undsr  one  leader  began  to  disappear. 
Musicians  were  accepting  engage- 
ments with  many  bands.  Playing 
under  any  leader  or  in  any  uniform 
became  common.  Ine  summer  months 
were  the  busiest  for  the  bandsmen, 
June  being  considered  one  of  the  best 
of  the  year.  The  leading  bands  were 
called  to  colleges  to  play  for  class  day 
and  other  commencement  affairs.  It 
was  customary,  at  that  time,  for 
graduating  classes  to  hire  bands,  and 
there  was  great  rivalry  to  outdo  the 
efforts  of  the  preceding  year.  After 
graduation  was  over,  the  bandsmen 
stayed  on  to  give  concerts  for  the 
townspeople  so  that  the  students 
might  pass  the  hat  and  collect  enough 
to  pay  expenses. 

During  the  Civil  War  a  few  North- 
ern Bands  followed  the  army  but  they 
did  not  march  resplendently  in  front 
of  their  regiments  or  render  much 
encouragement.  Bandsmen  were  not 
highly  regarded  in  military  circles 
during  the  war  except  for  their  music, 
because  their  job  in  battle  was  to 
assist  the  ambulance  corps. 

The  band  of  today  is  vastly  differ- 
ent from  that  of  the  early  eighteen 
hundreds.  The  change  is  not  only  in 
instrumentation  but  also  in  custom. 
It  was  a  regular  occurrence  then  for 
a  comet  solo  to  be  played  while  the 
band  was  marching  at  the  head  of  its 
regiment.  If  a  member  in  the  band 
had  a  sweetheart,  the  whole  band 
would  go  out  and  help  him  play 
charming  music  under  her  window. 
Commercialism  has  had  a  lot  to  do 
with  this  change. 

The  amateur  bands  outnumber  the 
professional  bands  by  a  ratio  of  prob- 
ably twenty  to  one  today.  The  ama- 
teur bandsmen  who  first  organized  in 
New  York  were  dignified,  bewhiskered 
heads  of  families,  but  the  amateurs 
today  are  for  the  most  part  high 
school  students.  Over  a  million  boys 
and  girls  in  high  schools  are  playing 
in  bands.  The  United  States  is  far 
ahead  of  Europe  in  its  development 
of  school  bands. 

The  first  school  band  ever  to  be  or- 
ganized, as  far  as  is  known,  in  the 
United  States  was  the  band  organized 
bv  John  Ripley  Morse,  a  teacher  at 
the  Farm  and  Trades  School  out  on 
Thompson's  Island,  in  Boston  Harbor. 
The  number  of  school  bands  today  has 
increased  beyond  all  expectations  and 
the  performance  of  many  of  them  is 
equal  to  some  of  the  best  professional 
organizations. 


The  World  War  did  more  than  any- 
thing else  to  make  the  American 
public  "band  conscious."  Band  music 
was  prevalent  throughout  the  cities 
for  recruiting  drives,  Liberty  Loan, 
and  Red  Cross  drives.  Bands  were 
created  to  accompany  regiments 
across.  There  were  bands  everywhere. 

When  the  War  ended  a  large  num- 
ber of  band  masters  and  musicians 
wcr2  abscibcd  by  schools  and  colleges 
as  instructors  of  music. 

When  you  think  of  a  band,  prob- 
ably the  first  impression  that  comes 
to  your  mind  is  a  lot  of  noise.  The 
bands  of  long  ago  were  mostly  all 
noise.  The  Greek  trumpeters  of  400 
B.  C.  used  to  burst  blood  vessels  as  a 
result  of  blowing  with  all  their  might 
and  they  were  quite  proud  of  the  fact. 
The  band  music  of  today  is  a  mixture 
of  musical  harmonies.  The  sym- 
phonic band  of  today  is  capable  of 
playing  practically  every  piece  of 
music  that  has  ever  been  wTitten  for 
or  played  by  a  string  symphony  or- 
chestra. 

America  has  produced  some  of  the 
bast  professional  bandsmen  in  the 
world.  The  late  John  Phillip  Souza, 
Dr.  Edwin  Franko  Goldman,  and 
many  others  have  contributed  much 
toward  the  development  of  the  pres- 
ent day  bands  with  which  we  are  all 
familiar. 

Ray  Giles  in  his  book  on  bands 
states  that  every  community  should 
have  a  band  because  "There  is  a 
mountain  of  evidence  that  music  sat- 
isfies the  most  deep-seated  human 
needs — mental,  physical,  and  spirit- 
ual." 

And  as  Confucious  said,  "When 
music  and  courtesy  are  better  under- 
stood and  appreciated,  there  will  be 
no  war." 


This  month  all  over  the  United 
States  thousands  of  seniors  are  pul- 
ling up  anchor  about  to  launch  then- 
vessels  of  success  or  failure  on  the 
vast  sea  of  life.  Being  captains  of 
our  ships  we  alone  are  the  ones  to  de- 
termine our  fate.  Whether  we  sink  or 
swim,  encounter  storms  or  sail  into 
quiet  harbors  of  success,  is  up  to  us, 
the  captains  of  the  vessels. 

We  all  know  that  we  cannot  reach 
our  goal  by  inherited  talent.  No  goal 
will  be  reached  until  we  have  worked 
hard  and  earnestly  to  achieve  what 
we  seek.  Madame  Curie,  famous 
French  scientist,  did  not  lay  aside  her 
work  until  she  had  devoted  her  entire 
life  to  her  experiments  with  radium 
and  its  possibilities.  A  great  many 
people  think  that  if  they  lack  talent 
they  will  never  become  successful.  It 
is  not  the  men  who  taste  the  fruit  of 
success  for  only  a  short  time  that  live 
in  our  memories  and  go  down  in  his- 
tory, but  those  who  have  reached  sue- 


8 

cess  through  hard  work.  The  late  Cal- 
vin Coolidge  said,  "Nothing  in  the 
world  will  take  the  place  of  persis- 
tence. Talent  will  not;  for  nothing  is 
so  common  as  unsuccessful  men  with 
talent." 

It  is  not  until  after  we  realize  the 
need  to  become  successful  that  we  find 
we  must  acquire  certain  necessary 
qualifications  very  important  to  our 
success.  There  are  many  of  us  who 
lack  the  determination  to  stick  to 
something  until  we  have  perfected  it. 
Dale  Carnegie,  says  "Today  determin- 
ation is  one  of  the  first  requisites  of 
success  in  any  undertaking  and  if  you 
make  up  your  mind  to  achieve  some- 
thing and  really  go  after  it  with  hard 
work  and  perseverence  you'll  find 
you're  getting  ahead." 

With  the  courage  of  sailors  and  the 
determination  of  sea  captains,  we  sail 
forth  into  the  wide  world,  never  know- 
ing what  hardships  we  may  encounter 
or  what  success  will  honor  us.  Some 
of  us  may  become  successful  early  in 
life  and  ethers  havp  to  work  hard  and 
long  before  they  gain  success.  What- 
ever life  may  ofter  the  efforts  spent 
toward  reaching  our  goal  are  sure  to 
bring  hanniness.  "Launched,  But  Not 
Anchored". 

Gertrude  Putnam 


Class  History 

by  Joseph  Berg  '38 

Friends  of  the  class  of  1938,  I  come 
to  you  as  a  representative  of  that 
class  of  unhappy  men,  whose  lives 
have  been  overshadowed  by  the  more 
brilliant  careers  of  their  wives.  I,  the 
unhappy  husband  of  Clio,  the  muse  of 
history,  have  suffered  in  silence  for 
many  centuries,  while  my  wife  has 
recorded  the  deeds  of  great  warriors 
and  the  stirring  events  of  the  ages. 

I  have  long  felt  that  I  must  do 
something  to  bring  mvself  before  the 
public;  something  which  would  let  me 
be  known  as  a  rial  person,  rather 
than  as  Clio's  husband — the  pitiful 
"forgotten  man." 

We  talked  it  over,  Clio  and  I,  even 
as  did  the  famous  Ann  Harding  and 
her  husband,  Harold  Bannister,  whose 
career,  like  mine,  was  darkened  by 
that  of  his  brilliant  wife. 

Instead  of  divorce,  however,  we  de- 
cided that  I  should  be  allowed  to  make 
a  name  for  myself  bv  relating,  on  this 
great  occasion,  the  glorious  deeds  of 
the  "illustrious  class  of  1938." 

In  September  of  1934,  twenty-five 
humbl°  freshmen  went  awkwardlv  in 
Mr.  Macomber's  room,  to  catch  a 
glimpse  of  their  new  surroundings. 
Mr.  Macomber,  staring  at  them  with 
much  enthusiasm  said.  "Oh,  well,  just 
another  freshman  class." 

1  /osing  no  time,  a  meeting  was 
called  to  elect  officer's  for  the  year. 


As  I  turn  the  pages  of  this  book, 
you  see  Raymond  Chandler,  who  was 
chosen  president,  entering  his  fresh- 
man year  as  a  timid  youth. 

Who  would  suspect  that  this  ver- 
dant "freshie"  would  become  class 
sheik  in  1938? 

John  Merry — Vice  President. 

Could  you  imagine  this  innocent  lad 
as  Duxbury's  rival  to  the  famous 
Caruso  ? 

Our  next  picture  shows  us  the 
prima  donna  of  the  class,  Eunice 
Arnold,  who  was  elected  secretary. 

Tlhis  is  Fred  Wadsworth,  Treasurer, 
of  the  freshmen.  You  will  notice  that 
the  present  graduate  of  this  name 
showed  signs,  at  this  early  age,  of  be- 
coming the  Errol  Flynn  of  the  class. 

The  latter  part  of  the  month,  much 
attention  was  given  to  the  date  on 
which  the  first  freshman  dance  was  to 
be  held.  Finally  the  freshies  made  a 
decision,  and  October  25th  was  the 
date  set  for  the  gala  event. 

The  old  saying  goes,  "practice 
makes  perfect." 

The  financial  results  proved  that  the 
freshmen  had  had  no  practice  in  giv- 
ing dances,  but  they  did  set  a  glorious 
example,  which  succeeding  classes 
have  followed,  that  of  losing  money 
on  their  dances. 

With  this  event  out  of  the  way, 
once  more  they  regained  their  senses 
and  took  eager  part  in  school  activ- 
ities. Soon  after  the  Christmas  Vaca- 
tion, basketball  was  under  way. 

Unfortunately,  only  a  few  candi- 
dates participated. 

Miriam  Baker,  however,  succeeded 
in  winning  the  only  letter  in  the 
class. 

In  the  spring,  an  operetta  "The 
China  Shop"  was  given  by  the  high 
school.  Here  are  some  of  the  charac- 
ters: 

Woodrow  Bergstrom  as  Fat  Sing. 
Woodrow  left  the  class  at  the  end  of 
his  sophomore  year,  when  he  went  to 
Boston  to  live. 

John  Merry  took  the  part  of  Mush 
Lush,  a  woman  hater. 

Eunice  Arnold  also  played  a  prom- 
inent part. 

Within  three  months,  eighteen  care- 
free sophomores  ventured  into  Miss 
Sanders'  room,  wondering  eagerly 
what  the  year  had  in  store  for  them. 

Unfortunately,  many  of  the  class- 
mates fell  by  the  wayside  at  this 
point. 

In  spite  of  this,  the  class  was  well 
represented  in  sports. 

Here  is  the  picture  of  one  of  the 
basketball  candidates,  Muriel  Evans, 
who  left  the  ranks  in  the  junior  year, 
'"h°n  =he  went  to  Michigan  to  become 
Mrs.  Jones. 

Francis  Hayward  also  won  a  letter 
in  basket-ball.  She,  too,  left  the  class 
in  the  junior  year,  going  to  Brockton, 
where  she  attended  high  school. 

Eunice  Arnold  proved  her  skill  in 
sports  and  received,  accordingly,  a 
basket-ball  letter. 

Among  the  boys  in  the  class,  Ray- 
mond Chandler  received  the  only 
letter  for  basketball. 

On  the  twentieth  of  March,  the 
sophomores  held  their  dance  and 
music  was  furnished  by  Bernard 
Loring  and  his  orchestra.   The  dance 


proved  slightly  more  successful  in  a 
financial  way  than  that  of  the  pre- 
ceding year. 

This  year  three  sophomores  went 
out  for  baseball,  Raymond  Chandler, 
Winthrop  Murphy,  and  Joseph  Berg. 

As  time  went  on,  the  junior  year 
was  looked  forward  to  more  eagerly 
each  day. 

Returning  in  the  fall  as  juniors,  the 
class  became  aware  that  five  students 
had  left,  but  later  Lester  Howard 
joined  the  ranks,  coming  from  the 
school  in  Pembroke. 

Our  home  room  teacher,  Mr.  Pat- 
terson, gave  the  juniors  some  good 
sound  advice  before  starting  the  year 
too  hurriedly.  As  juniors,  they  had  to 
set  a  good  example,  by  pretending  to 
carry  home  a  heavy  armful  of  books. 
This  might  have  been,  after  all,  only 
a  good  alibi. 

This  year  the  officers  were  some- 
what changed,  by  the  election  of 
Eunice  Arnold  for  president  and  for 
vice-president,  Jane  O'Neil. 

Here  is  a  picture  of  Jan's  smiling 
face.  The  class  was  very  much 
grieved  when  Jane  left  them  at  the 
beginning  of  the  senior  year. 

Now  we  see  Gertrude  Putnam, 
chosen  as  the  class  secretary.  She 
seems  to  be  of  a  very  business  turn  of 
mind,  and  takes  an  active  part  in 
class  discussions. 

This  solemn  looking  young  lady  is 
none  other  than  Thelma  Peterson, 
elected  class  treasurer.  Thelma  has 
proved  to  be  of  value  to  the  class  not 
only  as  a  scholar  but  also  in  sports 
and  in  other  activities. 

Again  this  year,  candidates  from 
the  class  participated  in  sports. 

As  the  year  was  finally  drawing  to 
a  close,  the  class  managed  to  select  a 
suitable  senior  play,  called  "Second 
Fiddle." 

The  junior  dance  of  the  year  was 
cancelled  because  of  the  reception, 
which  the  juniors  give  to  the  seniors 
at  graduation  time. 

The  colorful  decorations  and  the 
gaiety  of  the  throng,  of  which  I  can 
give  you  but  a  glimpse  by  this  pic- 
ture, made  this  event  a  social  peak  for 
the  class.  The  amount  of  money 
turned  over  to  the  treasurer  proved  it 
a  financial  success  as  well. 

At  last  into  Mr.  MacKenny's  room 
strutted  ten  fearless  seniors.  John 
Mobbs,  after  working  earnestly,  finally 
joined  the  class  in  February,  making 
the  roll  call  eleven. 

The  class  officers  chosen  for  the 
final  year  were  as  follows:  President, 
Eunice  Arnold;  Vice  president, 
Thelma  Peterson;  Secretary,  Gertrude 
Putnam;  and  Treasurer,  Fred  Wads- 
worth. 

As  dignified  seniors,  the  class  cer- 
tainly made  a  triumphal  start  by 
bringing  back  their  report  cards  the 
day  after  receiving  them. 

It  looked  as  if  the  seniors  were  well 
pleased  with  their  marks. 

The  senior  play,  "Second  Fiddle," 
was  the  great  event  in  the  class  his- 
tory; it  wa~  given  early  in  December 
under  the  direction  of  Miss  Hausman 
and  Miss  Downey.  I  am  now  showing 
you  the  picture  of  the  cast  but  un- 
fortunately, a  mere  camera  cannot 
reproduce  the  beauty  and  the  dra- 


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matic  ability  of  this  wonderful  class, 

In  the  many  hours  of  rehearsing, 
the  class  showed  such  a  fine  spirit  of 
cooperation,  hard  work,  and  enthus- 
iasm, that  future  classes  will  do  well 
to  follow.  After  the  play  was  over, 
the  class  once  more  settled  down  to 
school  life  as  studious  seniors. 

Many  of  the  class-mates  went  out 
for  basket-ball  in  their  final  year. 
Raymond  Chandler  was  chosen  cap- 
tain and  Fred  Wadsworth  managed 
the  team. 

Helen  Ohlson  proved  a  good  man- 
ager for  the  girls'  team. 

The  class  will  never  forget  those 
morning  setting-up  exercises.  The  one 
they  liked  best,  the  bend  and  touch 
exercise,  turned  out  to  be  a  bend  all 
right,  but  never-a-touch  performance. 

With  the  coming  of  spring,  the 
class  was  very  busy  preparing  for 
graduation. 

The  honor  essays  were  awarded  to 
Thelma  Peterson  and  Fred  Wads- 
worth,  while  the  other  parts  were  dis- 
tributed among  the  remaining  class 
members. 

My  moment  of  glory  is  past.  I  have 
been  the  honored  historian  of  the 
noble  class  you  see  before  you.  They 
will  go  on  to  deeds  of  greater  achieve- 
ment, while  I  fade  away  into  oblivion, 
and  Clio  once  more  takes  up  the  pen 
of  history  without  the  help  of  Mr. 
Green  and  Mr.  Blakeman,  however, 
to  make  pictures  for  her. 


Class  Prophecy 

by  Doris  Collingwood  '38 

One  day  last  week  I  received  an  in- 
vitation from  the  Duxbury  Chamber 
of  Commerce  inviting  me  to  spend 
my  vacation  in  Duxbury.  Remember- 
ing my  home  town  as  a  quiet,  peace- 
ful place  I  eagerly  accepted  the  in- 
vitation. 

Leaving  New  York  on  the  evening 
of  June  16,  1958,  I  boarded  the  lux- 
urious passenger  plane,  The  Duxbury 
Clipper.  As  I  entered  the  plane,  an 
attractive  air  hostess  welcomed  me. 
She  looked  strangely  familiar,  but 
who  she  was  I  did  not  know.  It  was 
v  not  until  some  time  later  when  I 
heard  her  laugh  that  I  knew  im- 
mediately it  was  Gertrude  Putnam, 
an  old  classmate  of  mine  at  Duxbury 
High  School.  As  I  dashed  wildly  down 
the  aisle  of  the  plane  in  order  to  give 


Googie  a  pat  on  the  back  for  old 
times'  sake,  my  foot  came  in  contact 
with  that  of  a  smartly  dressed  gentle- 
man, whose  feet  had  gone  wandering 
while  he  slumbered.  I  guess  the  high 
heel  of  my  sandal  had  connected 
rather  firmly,  for  this  man  awoke 
with  a  jump  and  while  I  stammered 
my  apology,  sparks  shot  from  his 
steel  gray  eyes.  But  as  he  scrutinized 
mc  more  closely,  his  eyes  softened  and 
his  expression  of  anger  turned  to 
astonishment.  Simultaneously  we  rec 
ognized  each  other.  Here  was  another 
of  my  graduating  class,  Joseph  Berg. 

I  sat  down  in  an  adjoining  seat  and 
we  talked  over  old  times.  Jce  told  me 
that  Duxbury  had  become  a  great 
metropolis  with  an  airport  larger  than 
that  at  Roosevelt  Field  in  New  Ycrk. 
In  fact,  the  plane  in  which  I  was  rid- 
ing was  one  of  the  twenty-five  planes 
belonging  to  the  Eastern  Crash  Re- 
sistance Air-lines.  I  later  gleaned 
from  Gertrude  that  these  Air-lines 
had  their  headquarters  in  Duxbury 
and  that  Joe  was  the  President  cf  the 
company.  Whowee!  How  things  do 
happen! 

The  plane  landed  in  Duxbury  at 
3.24  P.  M.  Upon  getting  out  of  the 
plane  I  looked  about  myself  in  ut- 
most amazement,  for  hare  was  a  fleet 
of  taxicabs  waiting  for  obliging  pas- 
sengers. Could  this  really  be  Dux- 
bury? As  I  stood  there  wondering,  a 
huge,  gaudy  sign  caught  my  atten- 
tion. Here  on  the  sign  in  red  and 
purple  letters  were  the  following 
words:  "Come  and  visit  the  Bounce- 
It-Off  Stables.  Guaranteed  to  give 
you  a  lift."  Address  441  Park  Avenue. 
Duxbury.  Stables  on  Park  Avenue? 
Well,  now,  this  must  be  some  place. 
But  feeling  at  this  time  I  needed  a 
lift,  I  summoned  a  cab,  gave  the 
driver  the  address  and  jumped  inside. 

After  a  short  drive  through  a  maze 
of  city  traffic,  the  cab  came  to  a  stop. 
A  big  electric  sign  above  the  main 
door  of  the  building  told  me  I  had 
reached  my  destination.  As  I  entered 
the  modernistic  building,  a  slender 
woman  approached  me  with  a  charm- 
ing smile  and  when  I  noticed  her  fas- 
cinating dimples,  I  knew  at  once  this 
was  Helen  Olhson,  another  school 
chum  of  mine.  Upon  telling  Helen  I 
thought  her  figure  was  99  44/100f/c 
better  now  than  in  high  school  days, 
she  immediately  replied,  "Well,  it  cer- 
tainly ought  to  be!  Since  I  opened  the 
stables,  I've  bounced  off  38  lbs." 

As  I  looked  about  me,  I  saw  all 
kinds  of  machines  devised  to  help 
people  in  reducing.  In  the  far  corner 
of  the  room  I  noticed  someone  riding 
a  wooden  horse,  which  had  a  spring  in 
it  to  make  it  kick.  Whoever  it  was, 
she  seemed  to  be  having  fun  and  I 
mentioned  this  to  Helen. 

She  said,  "But  surely  you  know  who 
that  is!" 

When  I  shook  my  head  in  the  neg- 
ative, Helen  said:  "Oh,  but  you  do. 
Why  that's  Frances  McAuliffe  just 
bouncing  it  off." 

Well,  bless  my  lipstick,  so  it  was! 

While  the  three  of  us  talked,  con- 
versation turned  to  other  school 
chums.  Frances  told  me  that  Ray- 
mond Chandler  had  won  a  weight  lift- 


ing contest  at  the  World's  Fair  in 
Ashdod  the  other  day.  Helen  told  me 
that  he  came  in  to  see  her  before  the 
contest  and  while  he  was  in  the 
stables  he  stepped  onto  the  scales  and 
the  pointer  shot  around  to  315  lbs. 
My,  but  Razor  is  shrinking! 

While  chatting  about  old  times,  we 
decided  this  was  a  reunion  that  called 
for  some  celebrating. 

Helen  suggested  that  we  drive  down 
to  the  Black  Derby  and  eat  and  dance, 
to  the  strains  of  Freddie  Wadsworth 
and  his  Swing  Rhythm  Orchestra. 

Since  all  agreed  this  was  a  good 
idea,  Lelen  closed  her  stables  for  the 
rest  of  the  day  and  we  climbed  into 
her  Rudolph-Diesel-powered  Coupe 
and  started  out. 

When  we  entered  the  Black  Derby 
Night  Club  an  hour  later,  we  found 
Duke  Wadsworth  with  his  jazzy 
trumpet  swinging  hot  music  and  win- 
ning the  hearts  of  many  women  ad- 
mirers. 

Helen,  Frances,  and  I  seated  our- 
selves at  a  table  and  while  waiting 
for  service  our  attention  was  at- 
tracted to  a  noisy  table  near  by, 
where  we  noticed  a  group  of  pretty 
girls  pleading  with  a  tall  gentleman 
for  the  next  dance.  As  we  looked  on, 
we  realized  suddenly  that  this  man 
was  another  one  of  our  classmates, 
John  Merry.  Eager  to  renew  our 
friendship  with  an  old  school  chum, 
we  broke  our  way  through  the  group 
of  other  females  and  greeted  him.  On 
talking  with  John,  we  learned  that  he 
had  just  returned  from  Hollywood 
after  completing  his  15th  picture  with 
the  Super  Nut  Studio.  Leaving  John 
to  cope  with  his  admirers,  we  wended 
our  way  back  to  our  table  again. 
When  we  became  seated  once  more, 
the  head  waiter  approached  to  take 
our  order.  He  was  a  jolly  fat  man 
with  a  black  curly  moustache.  Who 
was  this  man?  Why  just  one  of  our 
school  mates,  John  Mcbbs.  Johnnie 
had  grown  a  little  towards  the  plump 
side  of  life  since  his  high  school  days. 
Upon  learning  who  we  were,  he  had 
us  served  immediately.  While  we  were 
enjoying  the  delicious  food,  we  noticed 
a  party  of  women  entering.  Who 
should  one  turn  out  to  be  but  the  so- 
ciety actress  of  the  Class  of  '38, 
Thelma  Peterson  ?  We  later  found  out 
she  was  the  star  of  the  successful 
play,  "When  Women  Rule,"  whic*h 
was  showing  at  Television  City  on  the 
Great  White  Way  in  Ashdod. 

At  the  head  of  the  Reception  Com- 
mittee for  Miss  Peterson  was  the 
mayoress  of  Duxbury,  Eunice  Arnold, 
who  after  shaking  hands  with  the 
multitude  of  guests  present  cornered 
Helen,  Frances,  and  me  and  with  her 
customarv  energy,  laid  out  plans  for 
a  searching  party  for  Jane  O'Neil. 
Not  knowing  where  to  find  her,  we 
divided  the  world  into  equal  parts  and 
P<»ch  \eft  for  one  of  these  parts  in 
search  for  her. 


"The  world  is  so  full  of  a  number 
of  things, 

I'm  sure  we  should  all  be  as  happy 
as  kings." 


Ill 


Gifts 

To  Gertrude  who  was  voted 
The  cutest  in  the  class 
What  gift  would  be  more  fitting 
Tnan  this  modern  looking — glass? 

*  H>  * 

John  Merry  is  a  fickle  guy — 
A  different  girl  each  night! 
We  give  him  this  memo  book 
To  keep  his  dates  all  right. 

*  *  * 

Frances  wants  to  travel 
And  see  the  World's  Fair. 
We  give  her  this  extra  thumb 
That's  one  way  of  getting  there. 

*  *  * 

Joe  wants  to  be  a  sailor 
And  sail  the  seven  seas. 
We  give  him  this  washboard 
To  wash  his  B.  V.  D.'s. 

*  *  * 

When  Doris  has  a  date 

And  comes  home  late  at  night, 

We  hope  she  can  use 

This  "Eveready"  light. 

*  *  * 

Freddie  is  a  shiek 
And  a  shy  one  at  that. 
We  give  him  this  cane 
And  also  this  top  hat. 

*  *  * 

To  Thelma  we  give  this  ship 
To  sail  across  the  sea 
To  find  her  duke  or  prince 
Wherever  he  may  be! 

»    *  * 

Razor  has  a  white  apron 
Covered  with  Printer's  Ink. 
We  suggest  he  use  this  Lux 
Just  so  it  won't  shrink. 

*  *  * 

Eunice  is  a  popular  lass 
With  two  boys  on  the  string. 
We  give  her  a  coin  to  flip 
To  decide  who  gives  the  ring. 

»    *  * 

When  John  becomes  a  golf  pro 
And  wins  a  cup  or  two, 
He  can  use  this  fountain  pen 
To  autograph  for  you. 

*  »  » 

Tho'  Helen's  frame  is  large 
She  is  both  loving  and  kind, 
We  give  her  this  corset 
We  hcpe  she  doesn't  mind. 


Class  Will 

As  is  customary  for  those  about  to 
depart,  we  too  wish  to  bequeath  our 
goods  and  chattels  to  those  remaining 
who  will  carry  on  somehow,  without 
us. 

Like  a  presidential  set-up  we  en- 
entered  under  a  four  year  plan,  but 
unlike  the  presidential  set-up,  we  are 
leaving  something  behind  us,  we  hope, 
besides  deficits  to  be  paid  off  far  into 
the  indefinite  future.  Although  mostly 
of  a  trifling  nature,  the  things  we 
leave  are  such  as  best  befit  our  purse. 

To  you,  our  audience  we,  the  class 
of  1938,  leave  our  good  will  and  sin- 
cere hope  that  the  chairs  may  not 
seem  too  hard  tonight  and  all  the 
graduation  nights  to  come. 

Individually  we  leave  the  following: 
Joe  Berg,  the  boy  who  has  been  al- 
ways on  deck  these  last  twelve  years, 
has  saved  up  a  raft  of  alibis  for  Joe 
Little  who  may  need  a  few  of  these 
unused  excuses. 

Doris  Collingwcod,  leaves  Carlton 
Turner  a  pair  of  French  heels  to  ele- 
vate his  mind,  Oh  pardon  me,  I  mean 
his  height. 

Razor  Chandler,  a  blond,  quick, 
lithe,  leaping,  lightning  flash  leaves 
the  recipe  for  speed  to  Earl  Ford  a- 
lcng  with  a  suggestion  for  a  thinner 
waistline. 

Jthn  Merry  who  can't  resist  the  fair 
sex,  leaves  to  Edmund  Frazar  his 
caveman  tactics  with  th:  gentler 
follow-up  which  clinches  matters. 

Frances  McAuIiffe  leaves  her  ar- 
tistic and  accurate  typewriting  abil- 
ity to  Maggie  Teravainen — the  girl 
from  Beanville. 

John  Mobbs,  bashful,  blushing  senior 
leaves  to  Clarence  Peacock  some  of 
his  quietness  for  which  the  latter,  we 
know,  can  find  plenty  of  use. 

Gertrude  Putnam,  that  blushing 
blonde,  who  doesn't  need  red  hair  for 
temper,  leaves  to  Natalie  Soule,  a 
junior  who  wants  to  be  a  manikin,  the 
art  of  wearing  clothes  and  some  ex- 
cellent lessons  on  how  to  profitably 
lose  your  temper,  as  illustrated  in  the 
senior  play. 

F.ed  Wadswcrth,  the  master  of  his 
trumpet,  leaves  to  all  good  trumpet- 
ers one  long  resounding  note,  a  blow 
hard  and  sure,  clearing  the  cobwebs 
out  of  the  audience's  ears. 

Lest  those  worthy  of  worthies,  I 
mean,  their  eminences  our  teachers, 
feel  the  cold  draft  of  neglect,  we  hum- 
bly thank  them  for  their  struggle  to 
imbue  us  with  enough  gray  matter 
to  get  along  in  this  hard  cold  world, 
and  we  wish  to  bequeath  specifically 
the  following: 


To  Mr.  Green  our  principal,  who 

loves  Orr's  Island,  we  leave  a  portable 
tracter  so  he  can  pull  himself  through 
mud  puddles  instead  of  hiring  some- 
one else. 

To  Miss  Dondero,  that  teacher 
whose  looks  speak  for  her,  we  leave  a 
pair  of  stilts  so  she  can  get  up  in  the 
air  and  not  be  trampled  down  by  the 
girls  in  basketball. 

To  Miss  Annis,  the  new  "Swinger" 
of  the  key  board,  we  leave  a  special 
datebook  so  she  can  keep  her  dates 
straight  without  having  three  or  four 
at  the  same  time. 

To  Mr.  Mugf'ord,  we  leave,  with 
special  permission  of  the  School  Com- 
mittee, a  ten  per  cent  raise.  Now  that 
he  has  that  large  family  to  rear — 
three  kittens,  a  baby,  and  who  knows 
what  next? 

To  Mrs.  McClosky,  we  leave  an 
extra  large  piano  bench,  not  that  she 
needs  it  so  much,  but  in  order  that 
she  will  not  have  to  turn  down  all 
the  boys  who  want  to  sit  with  her 
each  music  period. 

To  Miss  McCoy,  we  leave  a  hickory 
stick  to  use  on  some  of  those  scholars 
who  insist  on  misbehaving.  (Look  out, 
Mona). 

Since  Mr.  Glover  Hikes  to  keep  his 
boyish  figure  by  climbing  trees,  we 
bequeath  to  him  a  special  rubber  set 
oi  bones  to  keep  him  bouncing  along. 

To  Mr.  Warner,  we  leave  a  Poll 
Parrott  to  keep  him  awake  when  he 
is  painting  dui  ing  the  evening,  or  per- 
haps we  can  arrange  for  an  eighteen- 
hour  day. 

To  Mr.  Butler,  we  leave  a  magic 
ring,  the  slightest  turn  of  which,  will 
get  all  his  work  done. 

To  Mr.  MacKenney,  the  man  who 
had  to  have  patience,  we  leave  a  badge 
in  order  that  traffic  cops  will  not  up- 
set his  equilibrium  in  the  future. 

To  Mr.  Macomber,  that  good  losor 
in  abhlet:cs.  a  box  of  "PEP."  Maybe  it 
will  help  his  basketball  team  a  little 
for  next  year. 

To  Miss  Sanders,  the  girl  with  the 
golden  smile,  a  bottle  of  liniment,  for 
we  hear  she's  going  to  summer  school 
and  we  know  she'll  need  it  when  she 
gets  back  to  hiking  again. 

To  Miss  Hausman,  we  leave  a  pair 
of  roller  skates  and  a  microphone  to 
assist  her  in  the  senior  play.  We 
know  shVll  need  them  if  the  players 
are  anything  like  us. 

TV  M;ss  Dcivny,  we  leave  an  am- 
plifier, just  in  case  she  should  con- 
tract a  cold,  sore  throat,  Laryngitis,  or 
whatever  it  was,  again  next  year. 

To  Mr.  Pat'erscn,  we  leave  a  new 
baton,  for  we  are  sure  that  it  is  more 
economical  to  buy  a  new  one  than  to 
pay  fcr  all  the  paste  and  string  he's 
used  trying  to  mend  the  old  one. 

To  Miss  White,  that  blushing 
teacher,  with  the  beaming  eyes,  we 
leave  a  legal  paner  holding  her  not 
responsible  for  the  pupils  after  she 
breaks  them  in  for  the  rest  of  the 
Hig-h  School. 

Gangway,  here  comes  Mr.  Blake- 
man  in  the  non-skid,  non-ston  non- 
wear,  non-fuel  bus  we  gave  him! 

This  we  certify  to  be  our  last  will 
and  testament,  executed  on  the  six- 
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STUDENT  COUNCIL 
Front  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Fred  Wadsworth,  Wayne  Stearns,  Phyllis  Peterson, 

£.unice  Arnold,  George  Davis,  Raymond  Chandler. 
Middle  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Edmund  Frazar,  Mr.  Macomber,  Mr.  MacKenny, 
Miss  Sanders,  Clifford  Cornwell. 
y'  Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Phyllis  Mosher.  Robert  Chandler,  Avilla  Perry, 
Robert   Bunten,   Marjorie   Churchill,   Evelyn    Edwards,   Virginia  Hurd, 
Miriam  Arnold. 


PARTRIDGE  STAFF 
Frcnt  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Wayne  Stearns,  Edmund  Frazar,  Phyllis  Peterson, 
Eunice  Arnold,  Miss  Sanders,  George  Davis,  Thclma  Peterson,  Fred  Wads- 
v      v. c:th,  Raymond  Chandler. 

Middle  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Mr.  Macomber,  Clifford  Cornwell,  John  Shirley, 
Flora  Holmes,  Margaret  Teravainen,  Edith  Hodgdon,  Doris  Collingwood, 
Alice  Soule,  Gertrude  Putnam,  Thelma  Ferrell,  Ernest  Gosbee,  John  Mor- 
ton, Miss  Dondero. 

Back   Row,   Left   to  Right:    Hazel   Eldridge,   Madaline   Churchill,  Marjorie 
Churchill,  Jean  Horsfall,  Helen  Ohlson,  Frances  McAuliffe,  George  Stetson, 
Phyllis  Eldridge,  Marion  Shirley,  Dorismae  Dyer,  Olive  Davis,  Dorothy 
Stetson,  Carlton  Turner. 


ORCHESTRA 

Front  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Melville  Sinnott,  John  Morton,  Edmund  Frazar, 
Carlton  Turner,  Dorothy  Stetson,  Hazel  Eldridge,  Jean  Poole,  Phyllis 
Peterson.  , 

Middle  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Mr.  Patterson.  Frederick  Harrington,  Jerry 
Crocker,  John  Mobbs,  Raymond  Randall,  Robert  Bunten,  Helen  Berg. 

Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Clarence  Walker,  Joel  Newman,  Fred  Wadsworth, 
John  Alden,  Robert  Peterson. 


SENIOR  CLASS  PLAY 
Front  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Miss  Hausman,  Thelma  Peterson,  Gertrude  Putnam, 

Miss  Downey. 

Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Helen  Ohlson,  Joseph  Berg,  Doris  Collingwood, 
Frances  McAuliffe,  Fred  Wadsworth,  Eunice  Arnold. 


OUTING  CLUB 

Front  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Jean  Horsfall,  Marjorie  Churchill,  Phyllis 
Eldridge,  Alice  Soule,  Edmund  Frazar,  Thelma  Peterson,  George  Davis, 
Madeline  Churchill.  Nancy  Hani^n,  Phyllis  Peteison.  , 

Middle  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Mr.  Blakeman,  Carlton  Turner,  Ray  Delano, 
Clifford  Cornwell,  Ernest  Gosbee,  Earl  Ford,  John  Morton,  Winthrop 
Murphy,  Raymond  Chandler,  Lloyd  Chandler,  John  Shirley,  Miss  Sanders. 

Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Earla  Chandler,  Dorismae  Dyer,  Marion  Shirley, 
Olive  Davis,  Synnove  Strom,  Doris  Collingwood,  Edythe  Peterson,  Hazel 
Eldridge,  Nancy  O'Neil,  Helen  Mosher,  Thelma  Ferrell. 


BOYS'  BASKETBALL 
Front  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Mr.  Macomber,  Arthur  Verge,  Winthrop  Murphy, 
Raymond  Chandler,  Malcolm  Mosher,  Carlton  Turner,  Wayne  Stearns, 
Manager. 

Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Clifford  Cornwell,  Earl  Ford,  Edmund  Frazar, 
George  Davis,  Fred  Wadsworth. 


GIRLS'    BASKETBALL  TEAM 
Fiviu  Lev,  Left  to  Righc:    Manager,  tie. en  Ornson,  Eunice  Arnold,  Alice 
^cu  e,    ihi;.ma   PewroGn,  Mai  ion   omr.ey,   Hazel   Eidridge,   Coach  Miss 
Eondero. 

Back   iww,   Left   to   Right:    Helen   Mosher,   Margaret   Teravainen,  Edythe 
Peu-iSon,  Phyllis  ti.iar.dge. 


JUNIOR   GIRLS'  BASKETBALL 
Front  R  jw  Left  to  Right:    Miriam  Arnold.  Jane  Peterson,  Batty  Green,  Gladys 

Black,  Constance  Lovell,  Lulmira  Fernani.es. 
Back   Row,   Left   to   Right:    Sylvia   O'Neil,   Marguerite   Chandler,  Dorothy 

Eidridge,  Letitia  LeCain,  Harriet  MeNiel. 


JUNIOR   BOYS'  BASKETBALL 
Fr  rst  Rev.-,  Loft  to  Right:    Mr.  Biakeman,  Phillip  Mobbs,  Winslow  Hagman, 

8ve  r  Str.  m,  Arthur  Fernandes,  Joseph  Fernandes. 
Bark  R  ->v.  Left  to  Right:    Arthur  Cornwell.  Robert  Peterson,  Richard  Foi'd, 

Llo;  d  B.anchard,  Arthur  Edwards,  Marshall  Freeman. 


JUNIORS 

,]>-  Front  Row.  Left  to  Right:  Margaret  Teravainen,  Alma  Nickerson,  Wayne 
Steams,  Edmund  rrazar,  John  Morton,  George  Davis,  Alice  Soule,  Thelma 
Ferrell. 

Middle  Row.  Left  to  Right:  Edythe  Hodgdon,  Betty  Olsen,  Winthrop  Mur- 
phv,  Rxhard  Tower,  Robert  Delano,  Dominic  LaGreca,  Phvllis  Peterson, 
Eeien  Barg. 

Back  Row.  Left  to  Right:  Raymond  Bennett,  Maurice  Shirley,  Joseph  Little, 
Domingo  Fernandes. 


SOPHOMORES 

Frcnt  Row.  Left  to  Right:  Madaline  Churchill,  Emma  Perkins,  Olive  Davis, 
Jean  Horsfall,  Clifford  Cornwell,  Rcxford  Randall,  Dorismae  Dyer, 
Mariorie  Churchill,  Jean  Poole,  Phyllis  Eldridge. 

Middle  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Carlton  Turner,  Ray  Delano,  Hazel  Eldridge,  Rita 
Dacos,  Nancy  Hanigan  Dorothv  Stetson,  Joan  Eckersley,  Marion  Shirley, 
(~>oPija  Mobbs,  ^ora  Holi""-s,  Ch^es  Randall.  Clarence  Peacock. 

Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Willard  Mills,  John  Shirley,  James  O'Neil,  Ernest 
Gosbee,  Earl  Ford,  George  Stetson,  Frank  Putnam,  Anthony  LaGreca, 
Ll^yd  ^handier,  t  red  Lunt. 


FRESHMEN 

Front  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Mona  Scholpp,  Earla  Chandler,  Helen  Mosher, 

Nancy  O'Neil,  Marcha  Nickerscn,  Doris  Prince,  Ann  Peterson,  Evelyn 

howards,  ISiina  Pierce. 
Middle  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Frederick  Harrington,  Carl  Heise,  Edith  Peterson, 

Phcebe  Shirley,  Synnove  Strom,  Irvina  Jones,  Norma  MacKenny,  Esther 

Parks,  Thomas  Taylor,  Robert  Heidman. 
Back    Row,    Left   to    Right:    William    Rothwell,    Clinton    Sampson,  Irving 

Whitney,    L,awrence    Kaymond,    V^inihr^p    hagaman,    Charies  Watters, 

Arthur  Verge,  Jcel  Newman,  Clarence  Walker,  Malcolm  Mosher,  Kendall 

B.anchard,  Nciman  Short. 


EIGHTH  GRADE 

Front  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Helen  Taylor,  Eleanor  Raymond,  Betty  Green, 
Marguerite  Chandler,  Letitia  LeCain,  Zulmira  Fernandes,  Lloyd  Blanchard, 
Jrhn  Alden. 

Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Raymond  Randall,  Sylvia  O'Neil,  Harriet  McNeil, 
Marshall  Freeman,  Arthur  Martin,  Robert  Bunten,  Dorothy  Eldridge, 
Laurel  Cahoon,  Gladys  Black. 


SEVENTH  GRADE 
Front  Row,  Left  to  Right:    John  Williams,  Arthur  Comwell,  Phillip  Mobbs, 
Miriam  Arnold,  Constance  Lovell,  Arlene  Randall,  Mary  Morton,  Roy 
Scholpp. 

Middle  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Robert  Short,  Arthur  Edwards,  Winslow  Hagman, 
I  awrenee  McAulliffe,  Marie  Reed,  Bettv  Lee  Peterson,  Gordon  Hubbard, 
Frank  Davis,  Marion  Putnam,  Lucille  Short. 

Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Robert  Peterson,  Virginia  Hurd,  Melville  Sinnott, 
Lawrence  Govoni,  Richard  Ford,  Milton  Ellis,  Charles  Olsen,  Jane 
Peterson,  Mary  Howard,  Willard  Putnam.  Raymond  Randall. 


SIXTH  GRADE 

Front  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Cecelia  Bulu,  Phyllis  Lovell,  Jean  Crosby,  Virginia 
Merry,    Manuel    Mendes,    Gordon    Cornwell.    William    Murphy,  Phyllis 
Mosher,  Eva  Taylor,  Vera  Randall,  Vera  Peterson. 
Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:  Frank  Phillips,  John  Whitechurch,  Norman  Schaffer, 
David    Perry,    Justine    Delano,    Sarah    Black,    Alice    Caron,  Worcester 
Westervelt,  Richard  Putnam,  William  Eldridge,  Stanley  Nightingale. 


FIFTH  GRADE 

Front    Row,   Left   to   Right:    Lewis   Randall,   Richard    Washburn,  Patricia 

Murphy,  Dorothy  Randall,  Lawrence  Lovell.  Marie  Short,  Billy  Mosher, 

Phyllis  Chandler,  John  Randall,  Alice  Mendes. 
Middle  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Clara  Morton,  Geoige  Damon,  Robert  Randall, 

Rober*:  Chandler,  John  Friend,  James  Mobbs,  Robert  White,  Mildred  Hale, 

Josephine  Peterson,  Louis  York. 
Back  Row,  Laft  to  Right:    John  Monterio,  Richard  Olsen,  Jean  Barclay,  Janice 

Dyer,  Bjtty  O'Neil,  Raymond  Caron,  Stella  Baker,  Robert  Byrne. 


OPPORTUNITY  CLASS 
Frcnt  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Allied  rentes,  John  Santos,  Arthur  Fernandes, 

Svere  Strom,  Joseph  Fernandes,  Manuel  Grace. 
Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Edward  Peterson,  George  Santos,  Joseph  Bulu, 

Amos  Fernandes,  Clarence  Parkman. 


PRINTING  DEPARTMENT 
Frcnt  Row.  Left  to  Right:    James  O'Neil,  Kaymcnd  Bennett,  Mr.  Macomber, 

Raymond  Chandler.  Clifford  Corn-well,  Willard  Mills. 
Back  Row,  Left  to  Right:    Wayne  Stearns,  Frank  Putnam,  Earl  Foul,  Win- 
throp  Murphy. 


All's  Well 

That  Ends  Well 

by  Nina  Pierce  '41 

Julia  Brown  walked  slowly  towards 
home.  Or  was  it  home — a  crowded, 
two-rcomed  apartment  on  the  fifth 
floor  of  a  rundown  tenement  house? 
Julia  was  near  tears  as  she  thought 
that  Mother's  Day  was  nearing  and 
she  had  no  money  to  buy  her  mother 
a  presnt. 

She  plodded  wearily  up  the  five 
flights  of  stairs  and  managed  a  brave 
little  smile  when  she  saw  her  mother 
sitting  by  the  g:ease-stained  window, 
patching  a  faded  gingham  dress. 

"Mrs.  Hurd  wants  you  to  come  over 
and  stay  with  the  children  in  the 
morning,  Julia,"  her  mother  greeted 
her.  Julia's  heart  raced  happily!  She 
would  be  able  to  buy  her  mother  the 
pretty  tablecloth  she  had  seen  in  the 
window  at  Kresge's!  Her  mother  con- 
tinued, "I'll  need  the  money  for  gro- 
ceries tomorrow,  Julia,  so  I'm  glad 
Mrs.  Hurd  asked  you  instead  of  that 
Bailey  girl  next  door." 

When  Julia  was  walking  home  from 
Mrs.  Hurd's  the  next  day  she  saw  a 
sign  in  a  florist's  window  "Tomorrow 
is  Mother's  Day.  Say  it  with 
Flowers."  Just  then  a  trolley  car  went 
by.  It  was  loaded  with  laughing  girls 
and  boys  who  had  their  arms  filled 
with  flowers — evidently  a  picnic  group 
returning  from  the  country. 

"I  wonder  how  far  the  country  is 
from  here?"  Julia  asked  herself  idly, 
for  the  country  to  her  was  a  mystic 
place  of  enchantment  you  read  about 
in  books.  After  Mr.  Brown's  tragic 
death  when  Julia  was  two  years  old 
Mrs.  Brown  had  slaved  to  keep  body 
and  soul  together  and  the  meager 
earnings  of  both  mother  and  daughter 
did  not  even  allow  the  doubtful  pleas- 
ure of  a  trolley  car  trip  into  the 
country  on  Sunday. 

Suddenly  a  thought  raced  like  fire 
through  the  child's  brain  leaving  a 
rosy  tinge  on  her  face.  Flowers  in 
the  country  were  free  and  wild!  She'd 
read  about  them  in  baoks  at  school. 
Could  she  walk  to  the  country  and 
pick  some  for  a  Mother's  Day  gift? 
Maybe  she  could  follow  the  car 
tracks  .... 

Three  hours  later  found  her  stumb- 
ling wearily  over  the  tracks  on  her 
way  home  from  the  country.  Her 
blistered  feet  had  worn  holes  in  the 
thin  soles  of  her  shoes  and  little  peb- 
bles had  made  her  feet  tired.  Her 
dress  was  torn  and  big  tears  rolled 


down  her  dirty  cheeks.  But  in  her 
aims  was  a  large  bouquet  of  lilacs. 

Her  mother  was  standing  outside  of 
the  tenement  house  crying,  and  a 
burly  policeman  was  slowly  walking 
away.  When  Mrs.  Brown  saw  her 
daughter,  she  ran  and  clasped  the 
child  in  her  arms,  crushing  some  of 
th.2  precious  flowers. 

"Oh,  darling,  I  thought  you  were 
lest  and  I  called  the  police  to  look  for 
you.  Where  have  you  been,  Julia?" 

"I  walked  into  the  country  and 
picked  you  these  flowers,  Mother.  They 
aren't  much  of  a  Mother's  Day  gift 
but  it's  all  I  could  get  you." 

Mrs.  Brown  kissed  Julia  and  then 
began  to  cry  softly. 

Flowers  would  not  grow  in  that 
squalid  tenement  district  so  Mrs. 
Brown  had  had  no  flowers  since  her 
wedding  day.  To  her  these  wilted  lilac 
blossoms  were  more  beautiful  than 
orchids. 

Little  Brothers 

by  Phyllis  Peterson  '39 

What  queer  objects  twelve-year-old 
brothers  are! 

In  the  first  place,  they  seem  to  be 
made  up  of  about  twenty-five  per  cent 
eves,  twenty-five  ner  cent  ears,  and 
fifty  per  cent  shrill  voice  and  whistle. 
Their  appearance,  as  a  whole,  is  one 
of  complete  innocence  and  bewilder- 
ment. Their  facial  expressions  have 
just  the  right  degree  of  abused  look, 
to  excite  the  sympathy  of  people  who 
have  not  had  a  chance  to  know  them 
really. 

They  cannot  be  trusted  to  take  care 
of  themselves  or  their  belongings.  An 
example  of  this  statement  is  the  fact 
that  they  seem  always  to  b?  catching 
colds  and  losing  handkerchiefs.  Yet 
th^y  can  be  trusted  with  utmost  con- 
fidence to  take  care  of  a  little  sister  or 
do  an  errand  correctly. 

Little  boys  love  confusion,  dirt,  and 
old  sneakers;  and  at  the  very  mention 
of  a  bath — they  protest  loudly,  as 
though  thev  were  afraid  that  too 
much  washing  would  make  them  dis- 
apoear  entirely. 

They  have  an  amazing  ability  for 
getting  into  trouble,  coupled  with  an 
astonishing  ease  of  transferring  guilt 
to  someone  else.  Their  eternal  habit 
of  asking  foolish  questions  makes 
them  frightful  nuisances  to  have  a- 
round  in  rushed  moments.  But,  on  the 
other  hand,  their  comnlete  knowledge 
of  every  one  else's  business  makes 
them  interesting  conversationalists. 
Summing    them    up,    little  brothers 


seem  to  be  a  combination  of  awkward- 
ness, innocence,  and  deviltry.  Yes, 
little  brothers  certainly  are  odd! 

Sixteen  Miles 
in  Nova  Scotia 

by  Joel  Newman  '41 

At  last!  After  three  days  of  travel- 
ing by  automobile  from  New  Hamp- 
shire thivugh  Maine  and  New  Bruns- 
wick we  had  come  to  Bridgewater, 
Nova  Scotia.  Now  there  were  only 
sixteen  miles  more  to  travel  before  we 
reached  our  destination,  my  great- 
grandfathers^ humble  domicile.  It 
was  a  sultry  summer's  day,  not  a  fly 
stirring  as  the  seven  of  us,  my  aunt 
and  uncle,  their  nine  year  old  son,  my 
mother,  and  my  grandmother  and  I, 
continued  our  way  towards  West  Dub- 
lin. The  road  was  narrow  ar.d  dusty 
and  led  sometimes  between  verdant 
hills,  and  at  times  between  tall, 
stately,  sweet-smelling  pines.  And  oc- 
casionally it  would  take  us  to  the 
banks  of  the  meandering  La  Have 
River. 

At  La  Have  a  quaint,  picturesque 
little  town  with  old  wharves  jutting 
into  the  river.  We  saw  an  old  five- 
masted  schooner  gently  floating  in  the 
placid  water  as  if  waiting  for  new  ad- 
ventures. Here  we  saw  the  first  sign 
of  people,  tall  and  broad-shouldered, 
with  the  look  of  those  who  earn  their 
living  from  soil  and  sea. 

Another  long  mile  on  the  tortuous 
road  and  we  came  to  a  little  lilac-sur- 
rounded cottage.  My  Great  Aunt 
Mary,  a  buxom,  smiling  woman  about 
forty-five  years  of  age  came  out, 
looked  at  my  Grandmother  and  said, 
"Land  o'  Goshen,  Eva!" 

Hearty  greetings  were  exchanged 
in  which  Grandmother  couldn't  seem 
to  get  a  word  in  edgewise. 

Suddenly  five  be-freckled,  bashful 
boys  ranging  from  three  to  fifteen 
years  in  age  materialized  from  behind 
my  aunt's  skirt  and  stared  wideyed  at 
"the  people  of  the  states." 
,  Then  after  a  half  hour  of  talking 
and  telling  the  latest  news,  our  little 
ba^d  moved  onward. 

Our  way  was  now  along  the  rugged 
coast.  On  one  side  was  the  gray, 
somber  sea  and  on  the  other  were  lush, 
green  meadows. 

At  last  we  had  come  to  a  rise  in  the 
read,  grandmother  said  with  an  air 
of  finality,  "There's  father's  house." 
We  had  reached  our  journey's  end. 


Which  Are  You? 

by  Ernest  Gosbee  '40 

Are  you  one  who  is  very  free  with 
his  words — and  self-invitations,  who 
invites  himself  over  to  see  a  friend 
and  stays  all  day;  or  are  you  the 
other  extreme,  the  monosyllabic  type 
who  goes  nowhere  unless  dragged? 

First  I  will  discuss  the  self-invited 
rambler.  You  are  gaily  doing  your 
washing  when  you  hear  footsteps  and 
a  rap  on  the  door — or  perhaps  no  rap. 
Upon  turning  to  see  what  it  is,  you 
know  that  your  whole  day  is  spoiled, 
for  who  should  walk  in  but  Mrs.  Talk- 
a-lot.  The  first  thing  she  does  is  to 
find  a  comfortable  seat  near  the  door, 
then  with  an  "ungcdly"  giggle,  if  it 
can  be  described  as  such,  she  sets  out 
to  nari' ate  how  her  boy  and  girl  tried 
to  put  one  over  on  her  and  wasn't  suc- 
cessful— or  so  she  thinks.  Next  she 
will  make  a  false  proclamation  that 
she  has  come  to  stay  only  fifteen  min- 
utes. But  my  bored  friend,  bear  in 
mind  that  ycu  must  square  this  figure, 
multiply  bv  two  and  add  five  before 
you  will  begin  to  see  how  long  a 
woman's  fifteen  minutes  is.  After  a 
good  three  hours  of  steady  talking, 
like  that  of  a  radio  advertising 
agent — only  not  nearly  as  entertain- 
ing— she  suddenly  comes  to  the  con- 
clusion that  she  must  be  going  home. 
What  a  relief!  But  not  so  fast,  for 
here  she  comes  back  with  a  story  that 
starts  off  like  this,  "Oh!  Did  you  see 
che  darling  little  dress  my  sister's 
'laughter  is  wearing?"  After  numer- 
ous trials  and  errors  you  will,  by  the 
iaw  of  averages,  succeed  in  catching 
her  off  guard,  with  her  foot  out  the 
door.  Then  with  a  quick  "Adios"  you 
gently  but  firmly  shut  the  door.  With 
a  deep  and  long  drawn  out  sigh  of  re- 
lief you  instinctively  find  your  way  to 
the  nearest  couch. 

Now  for  the  other  type. 

Have  ycu  ever  tried  inviting  a  silent 
friend  over  to  lunch  and  then  been 
sorry  you  ever  thought  of  it  ?  To  be- 
gin with,  you  put  in  a  day's  work  try- 
ing to  pursuade  him  to  come  over. 
When  you  do  succeed  in  making  a 
dinner  appointment  ycu  are  about 
worn  out.  But  lady  your  troubles 
haven't  even  begun. 

Finally  he  arrives,  with  a  very 
solemn  face  like  that  of  an  arch- 
bishop at  a  funeral.  He  says,  "Hello," 
walks  to  the  nearest  corner  and  there 
he  stations  himself  as  if  he  were  a 
commissioned  officer  of  the  army  on 
duty.  At  last  you  obtain  his  hat  and 
coat.  When  you  summons  him  to  the 
table  to  partake  of  your  humble  ra- 
tions, you  expect  him  to  show  some 
interest,  for  any  sane  man  will  eat 
when  food  is  set  before  him.  Durina: 
the  course  of  the  meal  you  might  ask 
him  if  he  thinks  it  is  going  to  rain.  He 
answers  either  "yes",  "no"  or  "I 
dunno".  You  ask  him  if  he  has  ever 
travelled  any?  He  will  answer  in  his 
usual  manner  "Not  much."  By  the 
time  his  visit  is  over  you  will  have 
discovered  that  it  is  absolutely  useless 
to  try  to  make  a  person  of  his  type 
converse  on  anything.  He  leaves  with 


a  brief  "Thanks,"  and  "Good  bye." 
You  will  also  find  that  you  are  just  as 
tired  ''.fter  that  visit  as  you  were  after 
Mrs.  falkalot's. 

It  is  too  bad  that  we  can't  strike  a 
happy  medium.  What  a  wonderful 
world  this  would  be  if  we  could! 

Fun  in  Summer 
Snow  in  Norway 

by  Synnove  Strom  '41 

In  Norway  about  seven  years  ago,  I 
went  hunting  for  our  lambs  and  their 
lambkins,  which  had  been  in  the 
mountains  from  early  spring  to  the 
last  part  of  July.  I  went  with  my 
aunts  and  my  cousins.  We  had  a  won- 
derful time  going  up,  picking  berries 
and  eating  them.  , 

If  you  have  ever  done  any  moun- 
tain climbing  you  know  of  course  that 
on  certain  places  there  is  quite  a  bit 
of  snow.  All  of  us  had  to  keep  to- 
gether and  the  older  people  went  first 
so  that  they  could  tell  us  where  to  be 
careful  and  not  to  step  on  the  loose 
stones.  It  is  almost  impossible  to 
get  cut  of  the  way  of  rolling  stones 
before  they  get  to  ycu. 

To  be  sure  you  know  where  the 
sheep  are  you  have  to  stand  still  for 
a  while  and  listen  to  see  if  you  can 
hear  their  bells.  They  are  usually  all 
together.  When  the  older  folks  went 
to  look  for  the  herds,  we  children 
started  sliding  on  the  snow.  After  the 
older  people  had  got  the  herds  to- 
gether, they  called  us  so  that  we  could 
be  starting  for  home.  We  were  having 
such  a  wonderful  time  that  we  didn't 
want  to  go  home,  but  we  had  to.  We 
children  liked  to  go  after  the  sheep 
although  we  didn't  do  much  hunting. 

Selfishness  Doesn't  Pay 

by  Irvina  Jones  '41 

"Oh,  Sis!"  Beverly  came  bursting 
into  the  little  cottage  she  shared  with 
her  sister  Caren.  "Sis,  where  are 
you?" 

Caren  and  Beverly  were  orphans. 
Their  mother  and  father  had  been 
killed  in  an  automobile  accident. 
Caren,  who  was  older,  had  to  take 
care  of  her  younger  sister.  Caren  had 
been  trying  to  save  enough  money  to 
buy  an  evening  gown  for  the  Fire- 
man's Ball. 

"I  am  upstairs  Beverly.  What  is 
it?"  inquired  Caren. 

"Oh  Caren!"  Beverly  came  bound- 
ing up  the  stairs,  I  have  simply  got 
to  have  a  new  dress  for  the  dance. 
That  handsome  Bob  Wilcox  has  in- 
vited me  to  go  with  him." 

"But  Beverly,  you  just  had  a  new 
one.  I  should  like  one  now." 

"You  don't  need  one;  besides  you 
can  wear  my  old  one.  Please,  Caren, 
I  have  got  to  have  one." 

"I  don't  see  why  you  can't  wear  the 
one  you've  got,"  retorted  Caren.  "How- 
ever, I  suppose  you  can't".  She  sighed. 

"Thanks,  Sis,  you're  a  brick." 

"How  much  money  do  you  want?" 


21 

"Ten  dollars  please."  Coaxingly. 

"All  right,"  replied  Caren,  trying  to 
hide  her  own  disappointment. 

That  night  Beverly  came  down  look- 
ing like  a  woman  of  forty  instead  of 
eighteen.  Her  dress  was  of  purple 
taffeta  wkh  a  long  train.  The  dress 
was  low  in  front  and  had  practically 
no  back.  Her  lips  and  finger  nails 
were  bright  red  and  her  eybrows  a 
thin  line  of  eyebrow  pencil. 

Caren  came  down  clad  in  a  yellow 
organdy  dress  with  short  puff  sleeves 
and  a  big  sash.  Her  lips  and  finger 
nails  were  natural,  her  only  make-up 
being  powder. 

The  doorbell  rang  and  Caren  an- 
swered it. 

"Is  Beverly  ready  yet?"  inquired 
the  handsome  boy.  Caren  caught  her 
breath. 

"Yes,  won't  you  come  in?" 

"Thank  you,  I  will."  They  went  in- 
to the  living  room  where  Beverly  was 
waiting.  Bob  looked  first  at  one  girl 
and  then  the  other. 

"You  are  Beverly,  aren't  you?"  he 
said  to  the  girl  in  the  purple  dress. 

"Of  course,"  said  Beverly  in  a  puz- 
zled voice. 

"Well-er,  but  I  thought  you  said 
your  sister  was  older  than  you." 

"Oh,  Mr.  Wilcox,"  said  Caren 
breathlessly. 

"She  is  older,  Bob.  What  made  you 
say  that?"  answered  Beverly  turning 
red. 

"Well-er,"  said  Bob  embarrassed 
but  looking  at  Caren  admiringly, 
"maybe  it  is  because  of  the  lovely 
dress  she  is  wearing." 

Too  Good  to  be  True 

by  Jerry  Crocker,  P.  G. 

It  was  heavenly!  My  notes  came  out 
easily;  my  fingers  flittered  rapidly  up 
and  down  the  keys;  the  notes  were 
mellow  and  clear;  even  low  C 
boomed  forcefully.  What  could  be 
more  perfect?  The  paper  seemed 
transfixed!  Not  a  quiver!  I  was  catch- 
ing every  cue  from  Mr.  Patterson  ex- 
pertly. His  face  fairly  beamed  with 
approval — and  surprise.  The  other 
members  of  the  orchestra  were  look- 
ing astounded.  Even  Mr.  Brini's  sour 
look  of  disapproval  had  changed  to  a 
puzzled  smile  of  joy! 

This  couldn't  go  on.  But  it  did,  and 
soon  I  was  playing  alone.  I  was  in 
Radio  City  Music  Hall,  playing  to  an 
audience  of  2000.  Every  part  of  the 
saxaphone  was  still  working  perfectly. 
No  squeak,  no  fuss,  no  hesitancy.  The 
applause!  Oh,  what  applause!  Not 
polite  smacking  of  the  hands,  but  real, 
genuine,  appreciative  applause. 

Up  and  up  I  was  climbing.  First, 
playing  for  Tommy  Dorsey  and  then 
sold  to  Horace  Heidt.  Each  rung  of 
the  ladder  appeared  ready  for  me, 
prepared  by  Fate  or  God,  or  who 
knows  ? 

20th  Century  Fox  studio  was 
clamoring  for  my  services,  and  the 
audition  was  to  be  held  the  next 
Tuesday.  Tuesday  was  on  its  way — go- 
ing, going,  gone!  I  heard  Mother  cal- 
Continued  on  Page  25 


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The  Beach 


Life 


In  summer  the  beach  is  a  gay,  pleas- 
ant place 
Colorful,  warm  and  sunny, 

With  thousands  of  people  dotting  the 
sands 

Some  short,  some  fat,  and  funny. 
The    bright    umbrellas    and  bathing 
suits 

Lend  an  air  of  peasantry, 
And  the  children  paddling  and  playing 
ball 

Are  a  welcome  sight  to  see. 
But  in  winter  the  beach  is  a  gloomy 
place 

Cold,  dismal,  and  dull. 
It's  lonesome,  and  the  only  sound  that 
is  heard 
Is  the  hungry  cry  of  the  gull. 

Marjorie  Churchill  '40 

My  Puppy  Love 

My  hand  in  yours,  we  walked  down 
thru 

Still  shadows  on  the  avenue. 
My  happy  heart  itself  most  burst, 
Too  filled  with  bliss  to  see  the  worst. 
It  ended! — That  I  say,  no  more. 
My  heart  sobbed  out  its  sorrow  sore. 
Since  then,  I've  flirted  and  been  gay; 
You've  walked  with  other  girls  that 
way. 

Yet  in  my  secret  soul  I  hold 
A  shining  treasure,  could  it  be — fool's 
gold? 

Phyllis  Peterson  '39 

The  Manhunters 

Two  ladies  went  awalking 

"For  to  catch"  two  men. 

A  complex  game  of  stalking 

Was  their  simple  yen. 

Curled  up  hair  and  fancy  clothes 

Made  them  look  so  young, 

While  the  very  sheerest  hose 

To  their  thin  legs  hung, 

Out  they  started  on  their  way 

Through  the  crowded  streets, 

Making  big  eyes  all  the  day 

At  men  they  did  meet. 

Empty-handed  they  returned, 

Setting  was  the  sun, 

With  shame  their  old  faces  burned 

At  the  task  not  done. 

These  women  were  extremely  old — 

Sixty  years  and  three. 

And  their  teeth  were  made  of  gold — 

What  were  left  to  see. 

Their  hair  was  gray  and  thinning, 

Skinny  were  their  legs. 

Can  you  blame  a  man  for  running 

From  these  human  pegs? 

Thelma  Peterson  '38 


The  Hermit 


I  live  for  life  in  its  rarest  form 
Best  of  all  in  the  early  morn, 
When  the  clover  sweet  becomes  dew- 
kissed 

By  the  early  morning's  mysterious 
mist. 

I  live  for  life  where  shadows  sway 
And  frolicing  fairies  dance  and  play, 
Their  joyous  tune  sung  in  the  glades 
Grows   louder   and   all   too  quickly 
fades. 

I  live  for  life  in  the  meadow's  breeze 
Beside  the  stream  slipping  away  with 
such  ease 

Where  birds  and  animals  come  to  play 
And  live  their  life  so  carefree  and 
gay. 

Life's  door  has  spread  its  portals  wide 
And  I  have  often  laughed  and  cried, 
I'll  enjoy  my  life  both  body  and  soul      LazV  TllOUP'rltS 
Before  Death's  bell  shall  take  its  toll  /  & 

E.  Frazar  '39 


His  home  was  out  in  No  Man's  Land 
Among  the  forests  was  his  lair. 
His  face  was  old  and  wrinkled  and 
tanned 

And   sprinkled  with   silver  was  his 
hair. 

A  tumble  down  shack  was  where  he 
dwelt, 

Working  and  hunting  from  early  to 
late. 

And  many  a  fierce  storm  could  be  felt 
But  by  one  of  them  he  met  his  fate. 
He  lived  alone  and  few  could  know 
When  this  old  fellow  failed  to  be. 
But  now  he's  in  his  grave,  and  oh! 
How  great  the  difference  is  to  me! 

Dorismae  Dyer  '40 


TO  THE  LITERARY 
EDITOR  OF 

THE  PARTRIDGE 

by  a  humble  contributor. 

Oh  Editor!  Editor!  Awful  and  grand, 

Who  holds  our  fate 
In  the  palm  of  your  hand. 

Did  you  ever  reflect 
How  one  day  your  ghost 

To  an  editor  awfuler 
And  grander  will  post  ? 
Before  him  a  great 

Golden  Scroll  is  spread  wide, 
And  Hell's  bottomless  waste  basket 

Yawns  at  his  side. 
With  a  swift  searching  glance 

He  will  read  through  your  soul, 
Oh  Editor  think!  What 

If  your  poor  trembling  soul 
Gets  burned  in  that  basket 

And  left  out  of  the  scroll? 

A.  F.  La  Greca  '40 


The  Jungle 


Gently  whispering  through  the  night 

Comes  the  song  of  the  savage. 

As  he  treads  on  through  the  bi-ush 

Wild  lives  to  ravage. 

Drums  weirdly  beating  beyond  the 

shadow's  leafy  sigh, 
Blending  softly  with  the  night  and  the 

hvena's  throbbing  cry. 
Silvery  waters  flow  through  haunting 

everglades 
As  savage  forms  tramp  on  in  long 

weaving  parades. 
Their  shining  bodies  bending  to  the 

Voodoo  of  the  night 
As    they    sway    in   rhythm   by  the 

moon's  erie  light. 

Rexford  Randall  '40 


Oh,  for  a  warm,  lazy  summer  day. 
To  lie  in  the  shade  of  a  tree 
Without  a  worry,  without  a  care 
That's  just  how  I'd  love  to  be. 
To  smell  the  sweetness  of  new-mown 
bay, 

To  hear  the  birds  sine  in  the  <rees. 
And  see  the  corn  with  its  blade-like 
leaves, 

As  it  waves  in  the  balmy  breeze. 
It  really  would  be  so  very  nice 
To  lie  there  with  nothing  to  do. 
But  I  know  if  I  lived  the  life  of  ease 
I'd  surely  get  tired  of  it  too. 

Helen  Berg  '39 

The  Back  Seat  Driver 

When  "Hubby"  takes  me  driving,  I 

criticize  a  lot, 
This  sort  of  gets  his  dander  up  and 

makes  his  temper  hot. 
He  passes  on  all  double  curves  and 

takes  no  note  of  me — 
When   I   protest  and  clearly  shout, 

"Don't  pass  on  curves,  'Hubby'!" 
Sometimes  the  cops  all  chase  us  with 

sirens  shrieking  nigh 
But  they  don't  bother  "Hubby"  when 

they  catch  us  by  and  by. 
When  he  gets  "pinched"  for  speeding, 

he  always  has  a  "drag" — 
With  some  big  fat  political  friend  who 

carries  a  brief-case-bag. 
"Hubby"  says  I  nag  too  much,  that's 

why  he's  always  caught — 
At    disobeying   traffic    rules    and  I 

don't  know  what  not. 
But  I  really  think  my  "Hubby"  knows 

I  help  him  quite  a  bit — 
By  nagging  and  sometimes  shouting, 

from  the  back  seat  where  I  sit. 

Jean  Poole  '40 


MOVIE  CATALOGUE 

Sally,  Irene,  and  Mary: 

Martha  Nickerson,  Doris  Prince, 
and  Edith  Peterson. 
Beloved  Brat — Ernest  Gosbee 
Test  Pilot — John  Shirley 
Snow  White  and  the  Seven  Dwarfs 

Snow  White — Dorothy  Stetson 

Sleepy — Fred  Lunt 

Grumpy — Clarence  Peacock 

Doc — John  Alden 

Happy — Carlton  Turner 

Sneezy — Charlie  Randall 

Bashful — Roy  Scholpp 

Dopey — Ray  Delano 
Curly  Top — Rexford  Randal 
Go  West  Young  Man — Winnie  Murphy 
Dr.  Rhythm — Clifford  Cornwall 
A  Yank  at  Oxford — Fred  Wadsworth 
Checkers — Marjorie  Churchill 
The  Thin  Man — Philip  Boucher 
Love  Honor  and  Behave — 

Hazel  Eldridge 
One  Hundred  Men  and  A  Girl — 

Ruby  Osborn 

Three  Smart  Girls: 

Thelma  Peterson,  Flora  Holmes,  and 

Jean  Horsfall 
High,  Wide  and  Handsome — 

Eddie  Frazar 
The  Perfect  Specimen — George  Davis 
The  Life  of  the  Party- 
Wayne  Stearns 
All  Over  Town — John  Mobbs 
Alibi  Ike— Clifford  Cornwall. 

*  *  * 

Fred  W.:  While  we're  sitting  in  thf 
moonlight,  I'd  like  to  ask  you — 

Eunice  A.:  Yes,  dear? 

Fred  W.:  Couldn't  we  move  over? 
I'm  sitting  on  a  nail. 

P.  Shirley  (to  Mr.  Patterson): 
What  can  I  do  to  understand  my  his- 
tory? It  goes  in  one  ear  and  out  the 
other. 

Mr.  Patterson:  Put  a  plug  in  the 
other  ear. 

*  *  * 

Customer:  Hey,  K.  P.,  there's  no 
chicken  in  this  soup. 

Waiter:  Well,  did  you  ever  find  a 
horse  in  horse-radish  ? 

*  *  * 

Lady:  Doesn't  that  little  fellow 
swear  terribly  ? 

Eddie:  Yes'm,  he  sure  do.  He  don't 
put  no  expression  in  it  at  all. 

*  *  * 

Margaret:   Mr.  Macomber,  do  you 
know  any  jokes- 
Mr.  Macomber:  Yes,  one,  you. 

*  *  * 

We  have  just  about  everything  *on 
the  menu  today,  sir,  said  the  pretty 
young  waitress. 

So  I  see,  said  Mr.  Blakeman.  How 
about  a  clean  one? 


MUSICAL  INDEX 

Reuben,  Reuben,  I've  been  swinging — 
Fred  Wadsworth 
Mad  about  Music — Natalie  Soule 
All  You  Got  To  Do  Is  Dance— 

Marjorie  Churchill 
Bewitched  by  the  Nite — 

Jean  Poole  and  Joel  Newman 
Where  Have  We  Met  Before — 

at  Partridge  Conventions 
I  Love  to  Whistle — Mr.  Green 
Daddy's  Boy — Carlton  Turner 
Love  in  Bloom — 

Phyllis  Eldridge  and  Richard  Tower 
The  Voice  In  The  Old  Village  Choir- 
John  Merry 

The  Weekend  of  a  Private  Secretary — 
Miss  Dondero 
Thanks  for  the  Memory — 

The  graduating  class 
This  Never  Happened  Before — 

E — in  citizenship 
You'll  have  to  Swing  It — 

Mr.  Patterson 
Who  Stole  the  Jam?— Mr.  Blakeman 
You  and  I  Know — Mona  and  Helen 
Don't  Be  That  Way — Mr.  Macomber 
Happy  Ending — Graduating 
How  Am  I  To  Know — 

What  my  lessons  are 
The  Sun  Will  Shine  Tonight- 
Partridge  Dance 

I  Double  Dare  You — 

Thi  owing  spitballs  in  the  Study  Hall. 

Miss  McCoy:  Ann,  what  is  simple 
interest  ? 

Ann:  I  don't  know. 

Irvina  Jones:  Well,  look  into  the 
mirror  and  find  out. 

*  *  * 

Dad:  Where  does  your  son  get  his 
intelligence  ? 

Mother:  From  you.  I  still  have  mine. 

Mr.  MacKenney  (Correcting  Alge- 
bra Examples):  Mr.  Watters,  were 
you  here  yesterday  ? 

Charles:  No. 

Mr.  MacKenny:  But  ycu  were  last 
year. 

*  *  * 

Fred  Lunt  (translating  Latin):  So 
Horatio  flew  to  another  land. 

Mr.  Patterson:  You're  translating 
in  quite  modern  terms,  aren't  you 
Fred?" 

i:       *  m 

Eunice:  Want  to  do  something  big? 

Alice:  Yes,  what? 

Eunice:  Whack  an  elephant. 

*  *  * 

Poppa  Mobbs:  Did  you  have  the  car 
out  last  night,  John? 

John:  Why,  yes.  Pop.  I  took  some  of 
the  boys  for  a  little  ride. 

Poppa  Mobbs:  Well,  tell  the  boys  I 
found  one  of  their  little  lace  hand- 
kerchiefs on  the  floor  of  the  car. 


DIARY 

Continued  from  page  4 
rous  crowhunter,  a  dandy  dieter,  a 
faithful  flirt,  and  a  violent  violinist. 

Outside  of  everything  we've  men- 
tioned, we've  been  an  ordinary  class, 
only  maybe  a  little  dumber,  but  we 
can't  help  that.  We've  given  our 
dances  evtrv  year  and  citared  out 
with  one  dollar  anyway  (except  when 
we  lost  one  dollar  a±ter  our  iui&hinan 
dance).  But  we've  always  wondered 
what  happened  to  the  refreshment 
committee  during  the  senior  reception 
when  the  whole  committee  went  out 
for  a  ride,  looking  for  some  cookie:;. 
That  was  the  time  when  the  girl  who 
was  in  chai-gc  of  the  committer  sat 
talking  so  long  to  a  boy  that  she  for- 
got to  take  the  ice  cream  off  the  dry 
ice. 

Oh,  boy,  weren't  people  surpiised  at 
the  success  our  senior  class  play 
Second  Fiddle  turned  out  to  be!  Im- 
agine our  little  class  of  eleven  pro- 
ducing such  a  whopper  (with  Miss  H's 
and  Miss  D's  help,  of  course).  At  any 
rate,  we  made  enough  money  to 
bring  our  balance  in  the  treasury  up 
over  one  hundred  dollars.  Then  we 
started  to  try  to  spend  it  all  on  our 
graduation,  and  we've  managed  quLo 
well.  We  were  determined  not  to 
leave  much  behind  at  good  old  D.  H. 
S.  besides  sweet  memories  of  us — our 
racing  up  and  down  the  corridors,  our 
whispering  or  roaring  in  c]a>aes,  our 
"I  don't  know's  to  Mr.  Pat's  history 
questions,  and  our  rrany  other  sou- 
venirs, too  sacred  to  be  mentioned. 

Well,  dear  Diary,  we've  made  no 
claims  on  being  dignified  seniors,  but 
if  other  classes  are  going  to  be  any 
better,  they'll  have  to  get  going! 

Thelma  Peterson. 
CLASS  WILL 

Continued  from  page  10 
teemth  day  of  June,  in  the  year  of  our 
Lord  one  thousand  nine  hundred  and 
thirty-eight. 

"Where  the  guagin  maids  in  the  bayan 

shades 
Wear  palm  leaf  drapery 
Under  the  bam 
Under  the  boo 
Under  the  bamboo  tree" 

The  class  of  1938 
Eunice  Arnold, 
Attorney-at-law 

Witnesses 
Snow  White 
Seven  Dwarfs 
and 

Charlie  McCarthy. 

•     *  m 

Mr.  B'.akeman:  Somebody  has  been 
wearing  other  people's  gym  suits. 

Irvina:  It  wasn't  me  'cause  I  can't 
get  into  anybody  else's. 


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24. 
27. 
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31. 

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47. 
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52. 
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ACROSS 

Cost 

Pi;'ce  of  U.  S.  money 

An  expression  of  pleasure 

A  South  American  animal 

A  note  of  the  scale 

Snake 

Because 

1  owlands 

Tbi-!  (Fr.) 

Indian  tent 

Foe 

Weasel-like  animals 

Cunning 

Turf 

A  color 

A  sea  in  Russia 

A  state  in  the  I".  S.  (abbr.) 

A  ]  ;•  inoUD 

An  insect 

South  American  ostrich 

Outfit  (colloq.t 

A  note  of  the  scale 

Rear  heavily 

Period  rf  time 

Girl's  nickname 

Negative 

Jagged  stump 

he  act  of  sight 
Exchange 
Consumed 

Answers  on  Page  26 


FLORA,  HoLMES 


DOW  > 

1.  Introductions 

2.  Tear 

3.  Going  in 

4.  Addition  to  a  house 
Symbol 

North  Am-rica  (a')br.) 
Period  of  lime  (alibr. i 
9.  Charm 
'1.    Fnibankm  n: 
13.    A  type  m  :;ure  (pi. I 

A  stale  in  the  U.  S.  (abbr.) 
18.    A  month 

Sp:>'-e  ti-ne 
21.    A  despct 
M  ther 

h    ".  'if  no  val  -e 
A  man's  nicknamp 

■' -•  rl  of  f  asportation  (pi.) 
30.    B  somes  weary 

A  pr  po-  itlon 
t4.    An  expression  of  disgust 

Linger 

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TOO  GOOD  TO  BE  TRUE 

Continued  from  Page  21 
ling,  "Come,  Jerry,  it's  time  for  yourj 
— the  last  word  seemed  hazy  and  Ij 
pinched  myself  to  see  if  I  was  dream- j 
ing.  I,  Jerry  Crocker,  couldn't  be' 
having  an  audition  to  play  a  saxo-' 
phone  in  a  moving  picture.  So  sorry  1 1 
pinched  myself.  It  certainly  woke  me  j 
up — woke  up  is  right.  Now  I  heard  j 
Mother's  voice  more  distinctly  and  it  j 
was  saying,  (sad  but  true)  "Jerry,  j 
come,  come  now,  time  for  breakfast!"' 


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The  Thread  and  Needle  Shop 

Post  Office  Building 
South  Duxbury 

GIFTS  NOVELTIES 

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Compliments  of 
Ma  Pierce's  Restaurant 

CHAS.  E.  PRATT 

REAL  ESTATE 

Painting  and  Paperhanging 
Washington  St. 


So.  Duxburv 


WILLIAM  H.  SALSMAN 

Mason  and  Plasterer 

Fire-places  a  Specialty 
Tel.  Duxbury  254-13 
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LOBSTERS 

Boats  to  Let  at  Beach 

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SUFFOLK  LAW  SCHOOL 

Day  and  evening  Divisions 

Pre-legal  courses  for  high  school  graduates  LL.  B.  degree,  pre- 
pares for  law  practice. 

GRADUATE  SCHOOL  OF  LAW 

Evening  classes 

LL.  M.  degree. 
Tuition  in  all  departments  $160  a  year 

For  catalogues  and  information 
Call:  Capitol  0555  (or) 

Write  to:  SUFFOLK  UNIVERSITY, 

20  Derne  Street,  1  '  ,; ' "  '  ■  ' 

Boston,  Massachusetts. 


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of 

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Washington  St.  Duxbury 

LOREN  C.  NASS 

PLUMBING  AND  HEATING 
Florence  and  Delco 
Range  and  Power  Burners 

Electrolux  Refrigeration 
So.  Duxbury  Tel.  474-2 


B.  F.  Goodrich 

OIL  SERVICE 

Dealer  in 
Hay,  Grain,  Coal 
Poultry  Supplies,  Lumber,  Roofing 
Cement,  Etc. 


Miss  ROWES 
CAKES  and  PASTRIES 


Candy  a  Specialty 

Telephone  89 


Duxbury, 


Mass. 


Duxbury  Coal  8C  Lumber  Co. 

OIL  SERVICE 

I         C.  H.  JOSSELYN 

!     Periodical  and  Variety  Store 

|  Subscriptions  taken  for  all  Magazines 
5      and  Papers  at  Publishers  Prices 
i  Telephone  Duxbury  17-2 

j    THE  BARNES  MARKET 


J.  T.  NATHAN,  Prop. 
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Vegetables 
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WALK-OVER  SHOE  STORE 

Across  from  Plymouth  Nat'l  Bank 
Agents  for 
WALK -OVER 
BASS  MOCASSINS 
KAMP  TRAMPS 

RAY  A.  STEARNS 

Successor  to 
George  H.  Stearns 

All  Lines  of  Insurance 

St.  George  Street,  Duxbury 
Telephone  3 


n  orthe  astern 
University 


College  of  Liberal  Arts 

Offers  a  broad  pvogram  of  college  subjects  serving  as  a  foundation 
.'or  the  understanding  of  modern  culture,  social  relations,  and  tech- 
nical achievement.  The  purpose  of  this  program  is  to  give  the  student 
i  liberal  and  cultr.ral  education  and  a  vocational  competence  which 
fits  him  to  enter  seme  specific  type  of  useful  employment. 

College  of  Business  Administration 

Offers  a  college  program  with  broad  and  thorough  training  in  the 
-rinciples  of  business  with  specialization  in  ACCOUNTING,  BANK- 
ING AND  FINANCE,  or  BUSINESS  MANAGEMENT.  Modern  meth- 
ods of  instruction,  including  lectures,  solution  of  business  problems, 
( lass  discussions,  professional  talks  by  business  executives,  and  mo- 
tion pictures  of  manufacturing  processes,  are  used. 

College  of  Engineering 

Provides  complete  college  programs  in  Engineering  with  profession- 
al courses  in  the  fields  of  CIVIL,  MECHANICAL  (WITH  DIESEL, 
AERONAUTICAL  and  AIR  CONDITIONING  OPTIONS),  ELEC- 
TRICAL, CHEMICAL,  INDUSTRIAL  ENGINEERING,  and  ENGI- 
NEERING ADMINISTRATION.  General  engineering  courses  are 
pursued  during  the  freshman  year;  thus  the  student  need  not  make  a 
final  decision  as  to  the  branch  of  engineering  in  which  he  wishes  to 
specialize  until  the  beginning  of  the  sophomore  year. 

Co-operative  Plan 

The  Co-operative  Plan,  which  is  available  to  upperclassmen  in  all 
courses,  provides  for  a  combination  of  practical  industrial  experience 
with  classrorm  infraction.  Under  this  plan  the  student  is  able  to 
earn  a  pcrtion  of  his  school  expenses  as  well  as  to  make  business  con- 
tacts which  prove  valuable  in  later  years. 

Degrees  Awarded 
Bachelor  of  Arts  Bachelor  of  Science 

Fcr  catalog  or  further  information  write  to: 
MILTON  J.  SCHLAGENHAUF,  Director  of  Admissions 

NORTHEASTERN  UNIVERSITY 
BOSTON,  MASSACHUSETTS 


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Meats,  Groceries,  Fruits 
and  Vegetables 

Free  Delivery 


CUSHMAN  BAKERY  PRODUCTS 

LYNN,  MASS.  PORTLAND,  MAINE 

White  Bread  —  Cra:ked  Oat  —  Raisin  —  Whole  Wheat  —  Swedish  Rye 
Vienna  —  Cracked  Wheat  —  Oatmeal  —  French  —  Boston  Brown  ' 
Sandwich  —  Cheese  —  Rye  Bread  —  Gluten  Bread 
PHILIP  G.  CHANDLER  8  Cove  St.  Tel.  233 

DELIVERIES  DAILY 


BROWNIE'S 


DEPT.  STORE 


5c  to  #5.00 


So.  Duxbury, 


Mass. 


PARKER  B.  CHANDLER 

Carpenter  and  Builder 

8  COVE  STREET  DUXBURY,  MASS. 
Telephone  233 

Murray  Electrical  Co. 

Deaier 

General  Electnc  Appliances 
ELECTRICAL  CONTRACTOR 
Tel.  Duxbury  420 


Churchill's  Riding  Academy 

A.  S.  Churchill,  Prop. 
Individual  or  Class  Instruction 
DUXBURY,  MASS. 
Chestnut  Street,  off  Route  3A    Tel.  42 

DR.  WILLIAM  O.  DYER 

DENTIST 

Washington  St.,  Duxbury,  Mass. 

Tel.  Duxbury  298 

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JEWELER— OPTOMETRIST 

Established  1802 
Tel.  627-W  Plymouth 


Compliments  of 


Buttner's 


PLYMOUTH, 


MASS. 


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BURDETT  COLLEGE 


Courses  for 

Young  Men  and  Women 

Business  Administration- Accounting 
(Pace),  Secretarial,  Shorthand,  Type- 
writing, Business,  and  Finishing  courses. 

One  and  Two-Year  Programs.  Previous 
commercial  training  not  required  for 
entrance.  Leading  colleges  represented 
in  attendance.  Students  from  different 
states. 


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VOCATIONAL  COUNSEL 
AND  PLACEMENT 
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Telephone  HANcock  6300 


W.  L.  POOLE 

GENERAL  STORE 


Dux.  270 


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and  Decorating 
[Tel.  129-2  Island  Creek 


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SCHOOL  PINS  AND  RINGS 
WATCHES  JEWELRY 


DENTIST 

DUXBURY,  MASS. 
Tel.  Kingston  262-2 


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SWEETSER'S 


ART  JEWELRY  CO.  J 

J  j  GENERAL  STORE 

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Blackstone  Washers 

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of 

O'NEILS 
Variety  and  Gift  Shop 

John  E.  Jordan  Co. 

Your  Hardware  Store 
For  112  Years 

Plumbing — Heating 

Sheet  Metal  Work 
Plymouth  Tel.  283  Mass. 

WALTER  T.  CHURCHILL 

ICE 


Chestnut  St. 


So.  Duxbury 


BLISS  HARDWARE  CO.,  Inc.  j  Wra,  J.  Sharkey 

j  Court  Street 


Tel.  Plymouth  826-W 


Plymouth  Radio  Co. 

GUARANTEED  SERVICE 
On  All  Makes  of 
Home  and  Auto  Radios 
Just  below  N.  E.  Telephone  Office 
Plymouth! 28  Market  St.     Tel.  Ply.  858-W 


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