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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.
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.
"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
May 5, 1919 September 5, 1936
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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 —
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 —
Boy Most Likely To Succeed —
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 —
Mcst Artistic — Thelma Peterson
Mcst Ingenious — Thelma Peterson
Most Mischievous —
Wittiest — Joseph Berg
Slowest — Joseph Berg
Jrzzhst — Helen Olhson
Nerviest — Rpymond Chandler
Teacher's Pet — Eunice Arnold
Girl With The Best Line-
Most Sincere Boy — Fred Wadsworth
Most Languid Boy — Joseph Berg
Mcst Languid Girl —
Most Polite and Cour'eous —
Most Temperamental Girl —
Biggest Fusser — Gertrude Putnam
Bey With The Biggest Feet-
Girl With The Biggest Feet-
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 —
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" r b"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 ]r l 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 escape 1 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
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
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
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
Thelma Peterson — 7
Eunice Arnold — 1
Frances McAuliffe — 1
Gertrude Putnam — 1
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
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
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
"Where is the grave of Sir Basil
Where may the bones of the old man
Within what borders, under what far-
Trim God's acre look up at the sky?"
"Hide the spot well, you sextons and
Carve obscurely his epitaph,
For the earth about him is thick with
Dead but to profit that cenotaph".
"Lap him in lead; let the groins and
Jointing the marble be bronze and
Where he lays him down with his
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
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-
To gobble their muffins and eggs."
"Does it matter? — losing your sight?
There's such splendid work for the
And people will always be kind.
As you sit on the terrace remember-
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
"'"" 1 1 open with a well-aimed, deadly
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
Wallowed like trodden sand bags
And naked sodden buttocks, mats of
Bu'ged, clotted h°ads slept in the
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
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
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
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
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
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
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-
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
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-
And as Confucious said, "When
music and courtesy are better under-
stood and appreciated, there will be
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-
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
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
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
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
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
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-
Miriam Baker, however, succeeded
in winning the only letter in the
In the spring, an operetta "The
China Shop" was given by the high
school. Here are some of the charac-
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-
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
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
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
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-
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
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
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
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-
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-
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
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
The honor essays were awarded to
Thelma Peterson and Fred Wads-
worth, while the other parts were dis-
tributed among the remaining class
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.
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-
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
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 44/100 f /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
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-
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 \e f t for one of these parts in
search for her.
"The world is so full of a number
I'm sure we should all be as happy
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.
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
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
Doris Collingwcod, leaves Carlton
Turner a pair of French heels to ele-
vate his mind, Oh pardon me, I mean
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
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
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
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
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-
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
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,
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-
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
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-
Continued on page 24
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,
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.
Front Row, Left to Right: Melville Sinnott, John Morton, Edmund Frazar,
Carlton Turner, Dorothy Stetson, Hazel Eldridge, Jean Poole, Phyllis
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,
Back Row, Left to Right: Helen Ohlson, Joseph Berg, Doris Collingwood,
Frances McAuliffe, Fred Wadsworth, Eunice Arnold.
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.
Front Row, Left to Right: Mr. Macomber, Arthur Verge, Winthrop Murphy,
Raymond Chandler, Malcolm Mosher, Carlton Turner, Wayne Stearns,
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
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.
,]>- Front Row. Left to Right: Margaret Teravainen, Alma Nickerson, Wayne
Steams, Edmund rrazar, John Morton, George Davis, Alice Soule, Thelma
Middle Row. Left to Right: Edythe Hodgdon, Betty Olsen, Winthrop Mur-
phv, Rxhard Tower, Robert Delano, Dominic LaGreca, Phvllis Peterson,
Back Row. Left to Right: Raymond Bennett, Maurice Shirley, Joseph Little,
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,
(~>o P ij a 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.
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.
Front Row, Left to Right: Helen Taylor, Eleanor Raymond, Betty Green,
Marguerite Chandler, Letitia LeCain, Zulmira Fernandes, Lloyd Blanchard,
J r hn 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.
Front Row, Left to Right: John Williams, Arthur Comwell, Phillip Mobbs,
Miriam Arnold, Constance Lovell, Arlene Randall, Mary Morton, Roy
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.
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.
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.
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.
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-
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
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
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
by Phyllis Peterson '39
What queer objects twelve-year-old
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
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-
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!
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
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,
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
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
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-
"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?"
"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
The doorbell rang and Caren an-
"Is Beverly ready yet?" inquired
the handsome boy. Caren caught her
"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-
"Well-er, but I thought you said
your sister was older than you."
"Oh, Mr. Wilcox," said Caren
"She is older, Bob. What made you
say that?" answered Beverly turning
"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
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
In summer the beach is a gay, pleas-
Colorful, warm and sunny,
With thousands of people dotting the
Some short, some fat, and funny.
The bright umbrellas and bathing
Lend an air of peasantry,
And the children paddling and playing
Are a welcome sight to see.
But in winter the beach is a gloomy
Cold, dismal, and dull.
It's lonesome, and the only sound that
Is the hungry cry of the gull.
Marjorie Churchill '40
My Puppy Love
My hand in yours, we walked down
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
Yet in my secret soul I hold
A shining treasure, could it be — fool's
Phyllis Peterson '39
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
I live for life in its rarest form
Best of all in the early morn,
When the clover sweet becomes dew-
By the early morning's mysterious
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
I live for life in the meadow's breeze
Beside the stream slipping away with
Where birds and animals come to play
And live their life so carefree and
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
And sprinkled with silver was his
A tumble down shack was where he
Working and hunting from early to
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
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
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
As savage forms tramp on in long
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
To hear the birds sine in the <rees.
And see the corn with its blade-like
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
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 —
One Hundred Men and A Girl —
Three Smart Girls:
Thelma Peterson, Flora Holmes, and
High, Wide and Handsome —
The Perfect Specimen — George Davis
The Life of the Party-
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
Mr. Patterson: Put a plug in the
* * *
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
So I see, said Mr. Blakeman. How
about a clean one?
Reuben, Reuben, I've been swinging —
Mad about Music — Natalie Soule
All You Got To Do Is Dance—
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-
The Weekend of a Private Secretary —
Thanks for the Memory —
The graduating class
This Never Happened Before —
E — in citizenship
You'll have to Swing It —
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-
I Double Dare You —
Thi owing spitballs in the Study Hall.
Miss McCoy: Ann, what is simple
Ann: I don't know.
Irvina Jones: Well, look into the
mirror and find out.
* * *
Dad: Where does your son get his
Mother: From you. I still have mine.
Mr. MacKenney (Correcting Alge-
bra Examples): Mr. Watters, were
you here yesterday ?
Mr. MacKenny: But ycu were last
* * *
Fred Lunt (translating Latin): So
Horatio flew to another land.
Mr. Patterson: You're translating
in quite modern terms, aren't you
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.
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
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!
Continued from page 10
teemth day of June, in the year of our
Lord one thousand nine hundred and
"Where the guagin maids in the bayan
Wear palm leaf drapery
Under the bam
Under the boo
Under the bamboo tree"
The class of 1938
• * 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.
2 ' .
Pi;'ce of U. S. money
An expression of pleasure
A South American animal
A note of the scale
A sea in Russia
A state in the I". S. (abbr.)
A ] ;• inoUD
South American ostrich
A note of the scale
Period rf time
he act of sight
Answers on Page 26
3. Going in
4. Addition to a house
North Am-rica (a')br.)
Period of lime (alibr. i
'1. Fnibankm n:
13. A type m :;ure (pi. I
A stale in the U. S. (abbr.)
18. A month
21. A despct
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
.i i is (abbr.)
A bever ge
A stnte !n th" 01 "•. fabbr. I
A sectio:i in the th • U. S. (abbr.)
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
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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!"'
WM. N. FERRELL
House Painting and Decorating
SOUTH DUXBURY, MASS.
EDNA H. D. NILSON'S
— Employmet —
No Charge for Registration
Nominal Placement Charge
Duxbury 428 Washington St.j
The Shops of Distinction
Beauty 8C Barber Shops
Hall's Corner South Duxbury
OPEN ALL YEAR
Ferrell's Shucking Market
Dealers Shellfish Cert. No. 4258
Tel. Duxburv 154
The Thread and Needle Shop
Post Office Building
MRS. GILBERT F. REDLON
Ma Pierce's Restaurant
CHAS. E. PRATT
Painting and Paperhanging
WILLIAM H. SALSMAN
Mason and Plasterer
Fire-places a Specialty
Tel. Duxbury 254-13
SOUTH DUXBURY, MASS.
GEO. H. STETSON
Boats to Let at Beach
Freeman's Variety Store
GET A LIGHT LUNCH
Tel. 217 Duxburv
JAMES H. PETERSON
FRESH FISH, CLAMS, LOBSTERS
Cor. Tremont St. & Tobey Garden Rd.
So. Duxbury Tel. Dux. 380
COLLEGE OF LIBERAL ARTS
Day and evening classes
Cultural and pre-professional courses
A. B., B. S., and B. S. in Ed. degrees
COLLEGE OF JOURNALISM
Evening classes taught by editors, journalists and advertising
men B. S. in Journalism degree.
COLLEGE OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION
Evening classes in Accounting, Banking, Finance and Business
B. S. in Business Administration degree.
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
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 ' ,; ' " ' ■ '
BRIDGE FOOD SHOPPE
Washington St. Duxbury
LOREN C. NASS
PLUMBING AND HEATING
Florence and Delco
Range and Power Burners
So. Duxbury Tel. 474-2
B. F. Goodrich
Hay, Grain, Coal
Poultry Supplies, Lumber, Roofing
CAKES and PASTRIES
Candy a Specialty
Duxbury Coal 8C Lumber Co.
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.
Meats, Provisions, Fruits and
TEL. DUX. 93 FREE DELIVERY
WALK-OVER SHOE STORE
Across from Plymouth Nat'l Bank
RAY A. STEARNS
George H. Stearns
All Lines of Insurance
St. George Street, Duxbury
n orthe astern
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.
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.
Bachelor of Arts Bachelor of Science
Fcr catalog or further information write to:
MILTON J. SCHLAGENHAUF, Director of Admissions
SUNDAY PAPERS j HALL'S CORNER MARKET
WILLARD R. RANT ALL
Tel. 359 j Tel. Dux. 18
Meats, Groceries, Fruits
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
5c to #5.00
PARKER B. CHANDLER
Carpenter and Builder
8 COVE STREET DUXBURY, MASS.
Murray Electrical Co.
General Electnc Appliances
Tel. Duxbury 420
Churchill's Riding Academy
A. S. Churchill, Prop.
Individual or Class Instruction
Chestnut Street, off Route 3A Tel. 42
DR. WILLIAM O. DYER
Washington St., Duxbury, Mass.
Tel. Duxbury 298
EARL W. GOODING
Tel. 627-W Plymouth
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
Write or tolophon. for
Day or Evening Catalog
156 STUART STREET, BOSTON
MAKE THE RIGHT START
MOVE STEADILY FORWARD
(with a Degree Plan for those
who wish it)
ana m a ddit ion
Telephone HANcock 6300
W. L. POOLE
Are You Ready?
Let us show you our exceptionally fine j
Clothing and Furnishings
LET US EXPLAIN
Benjamin D. Loring
Diamonds, Watches, Jewelry,
I Silverware, Clocks
Fine Repairing a Specialty
Island Creek 1 28 Main Street Plymouth, Mass. j
[Tel. 129-2 Island Creek
PURITAN CLOTHING CO. j ELM ST,
|DR. GEORGE M. MAYERS
"The Home of Dependability"
SCHOOL PINS AND RINGS
Tel. Kingston 262-2
ART JEWELRY CO. J
J j GENERAL STORE
15 Main St., Tel. Plymouth 65 j TeIt . phone 15 L . H . WYMAN, Prop.
R. C. A.— VICTOR | IF IT'S STUDENT'S WEAR
Radio & Phonograph Combinations i WE INVITE YOU TO CALL
Key and Safe Work a Specialty \ MORSE SC SHERMAN
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
BLISS HARDWARE CO., Inc. j Wra, J. Sharkey
j Court Street
Tel. Plymouth 826-W
Plymouth Radio Co.
On All Makes of
Home and Auto Radios
Just below N. E. Telephone Office
Plymouth! 28 Market St. Tel. Ply. 858-W