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Duxbury Free Library 

Dux bury , Massachusetts 

JUNE 1938 

Duxbury Free Library 

Dux bury , Massachusetts 


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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. 



"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. 


"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. 

"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. 

"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. 

"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. 


"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. 


"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. 


"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. 


"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. 


"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 — 

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" 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 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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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.. 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 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. 


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 
Zaharoff died. 

"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 
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- 

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- 

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 
sucking mud, 

Wallowed like trodden sand bags 
loosely filled; 

And naked sodden buttocks, mats of 

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 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 
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 

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 
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- 


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 

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 

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- 
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 

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 

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 
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 

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. 

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- 

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 
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- 

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 
of things, 

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



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 

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 

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, 

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- 
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, 
Miriam Arnold. 

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 
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. 

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. 


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. 

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. 

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

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

Eidridge, Letitia LeCain, Harriet MeNiel. 

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, 
Eeien Barg. 

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


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- 
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 

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 

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 

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 

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?" 


"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 

"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 

"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 
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 


The Beach 


In summer the beach is a gay, pleas- 
ant place 
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 heard 
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 

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- 

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 
such ease 

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 



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 

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 

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 — 

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 

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? 


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 

* * * 

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! 

Thelma Peterson. 

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 
Eunice Arnold, 

Snow White 
Seven Dwarfs 

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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CROSSWOR3 puzzle: 




Pi;'ce of U. S. money 

An expression of pleasure 

A South American animal 

A note of the scale 



1 owlands 

Tbi-! (Fr.) 

Indian tent 


Weasel-like animals 



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 


Jagged stump 

he act of sight 

Answers on Page 26 


DOW > 

1. Introductions 

2. Tear 

3. Going in 

4. Addition to a house 

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 


.i i is (abbr.) 
A bever ge 

A stnte !n th" 01 "•. fabbr. I 
A sectio:i in the th • U. S. (abbr.) 


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!"' 

Compliments of 


House Painting and Decorating 
Chestnut Street 

Personnel Service 
— 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 


Ferrell's Shucking Market 

Dealers Shellfish Cert. No. 4258 
Tel. Duxburv 154 


The Thread and Needle Shop 

Post Office Building 
South Duxbury 



Compliments of 
Ma Pierce's Restaurant 



Painting and Paperhanging 
Washington St. 

So. Duxburv 


Mason and Plasterer 

Fire-places a Specialty 
Tel. Duxbury 254-13 



Boats to Let at Beach 

Duxbury Beach 



Freeman's Variety Store 




Tel. 217 Duxburv 



Cor. Tremont St. & Tobey Garden Rd. 
So. Duxbury Tel. Dux. 380 





Day and evening classes 

Cultural and pre-professional courses 

A. B., B. S., and B. S. in Ed. degrees 


Evening classes taught by editors, journalists and advertising 
men B. S. in Journalism degree. 


Evening classes in Accounting, Banking, Finance and Business 

B. S. in Business Administration degree. 

Day and evening Divisions 

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


Evening classes 

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

For catalogues and information 
Call: Capitol 0555 (or) 


20 Derne Street, 1 ' ,; ' " ' ■ ' 

Boston, Massachusetts. 



Washington St. Duxbury 


Florence and Delco 
Range and Power Burners 

Electrolux Refrigeration 
So. Duxbury Tel. 474-2 

B. F. Goodrich 


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


Candy a Specialty 

Telephone 89 



Duxbury Coal 8C Lumber Co. 



! Periodical and Variety Store 

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


J. T. NATHAN, Prop. 
Meats, Provisions, Fruits and 


Across from Plymouth Nat'l Bank 
Agents for 


Successor to 
George H. Stearns 

All Lines of Insurance 

St. George Street, Duxbury 
Telephone 3 

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- 
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, 
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 


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Tel. 359 j Tel. Dux. 18 

Meats, Groceries, Fruits 
and Vegetables 

Free Delivery 



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 

So. Duxbury, 



Carpenter and Builder 

Telephone 233 

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 



Washington St., Duxbury, Mass. 

Tel. Duxbury 298 



Established 1802 
Tel. 627-W Plymouth 

Compliments of 






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 

Write or tolophon. for 
Day or Evening Catalog 


h year 





needed to 


(with a Degree Plan for those 
who wish it) 

ana m a ddit ion 


Telephone HANcock 6300 



Dux. 270 


Are You Ready? 

Let us show you our exceptionally fine j 

offerings in 

Clothing and Furnishings 


Benjamin D. Loring 

Diamonds, Watches, Jewelry, 
I Silverware, Clocks 

Fine Repairing a Specialty 
Island Creek 1 28 Main Street Plymouth, Mass. j 

Painting, Paper-hanging 

and Decorating 
[Tel. 129-2 Island Creek 




"The Home of Dependability" 



Tel. Kingston 262-2 


Compliments of 




15 Main St., Tel. Plymouth 65 j TeIt . phone 15 L . H . WYMAN, Prop. 


Radio & Phonograph Combinations i WE INVITE YOU TO CALL 
Blackstone Washers 

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. 



Chestnut St. 

So. Duxbury 

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