Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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14 THE MAGNET more agitated, he wound his arms around the back of the chair and his legs around the rungs and finally blurted out: ‘‘Saphrona, er— er— I’ve come tonight to ask. you— er— don’t you think that clock is fast?” | “No, Hezekiah,” said she, patiently. “You know that I— er— er— I always— er— have liked— er— to see you knitting,” he said, as the cold sweat began to gather on his forehead. Just at this point the light went out; and the astonished Hezekiah tried to stand up hurriedly, with the result that the chair, ‘‘ strained beyond its elas- tic limit,’ crashed in a heap, like the famous ‘‘one-hoss shay.” Saphrona sprang up; but, as she could see nothing and heard only an agonizing groan, she fainted (?) dead away, falling limply into the arms of Hezekiah, who by this time had become sufficiently disengaged from the wreck to stand up. He held her (indescribable joy) and poured forth his story in eloquent words, beseeching her to come back to him, which she promptly did, sur- prised, no doubt, by Hezekiah’s awakening. Snap-shots East Side A long, long row of dirty tenements; a long, long stretch of dirtier street. Sixteen children before one door. An old, white-haired man, tot-— tering along with his pail, and a poor, pulled speck of dirty dog. Men with huge packs; and women, in shawls, with rumpled hair. Foreign signs everywhere,—foreign signs, and noise and dirt. Some one opensa blanket- stuffed window and throws some paper down to the street. The old man totters back with his dog and his pail. He leans on the fence, smiling at every one, shaking his finger at the children, pretending to chase them. Tired looking women, with towels around their heads, stand in the door- ways and gossip together. w w The Hudson at Early Dawn A silver stretch of river; boats, gurgling in the tide; a few lights, - twinkling in the dusk of the opposite shore; the sudden flash of the Tarry- town light; and a dead rose sky above. wo The Hudson in a Thunder Storm Black clouds, jagged swords of lightning; long veils of spray blown up the river; leaden waters, rolling masses of white caps; boats, rocking with rage in the tide. AB.

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THE MAGNET 13 “If you only would tell where they’re hid,” she whispered. Slowly, with dignity, the stately old warrior stepped down from the frame. His sword rattled against his armorashe moved. He stood beside her; and a smile, almost kindly, played over the stern face. “Child,” he said, “look in the cellar, the southeast corner, behind the old vegetable bin. Five feet deep in the wall, they are hid.” Fascinated, her eyes followed his receding figure. Slowly, almost im- perceptibly, he moved; and the clank, clank of his armor mingled with the muffled strokes of the old clock. The moonlight had shifted, and he van- ished into shadow. Again her eyes followed the moon rays until they rested on her travel- ing cloak, thrown over a chair. A mingled sense of muffled voices and confused noise came from'the great hall. Some one called hername. The overwhelming, sickening thought came to her that it was time to leave it all. Dreamingly she rose and wrapped the great cloak about her, opened the long French window, and stepped out on the moon-bathed terrace. The family coach stood ready. Her husband was speaking in a low voice to the watchman. Lisa, heavily wrapped, was huddled in a corner, her child eyes big with excitement. At the creaking of the window her husband came to her, and they stood for a moment looking for the last time at the place they had known so well. Then they climbed into the carriage. The moonlight still fell on the ancient chateau, and under the portal the flickering gleam of a lantern in old Lambayo’s trembling hand lighted up the faces of the loyal little group of retainers.—AJ. When Hezekiah Found His Voice T was on acalm, cool night in August when Hezekiah Hornspraddle, dressed in his best light pea-green suit and swallow-tailed collar, for the hundredth time vowed he would propose to Saphrona Hingsby that night or never speak to her again. Hezekiah was a good-natured, but rather phlegmatic son of a well-to-do farmer and had “been a-courtin’”’ Saphrona for nearly a year, but could never find his voice to pour forth his love. So on this particular night he sallied forth determinedly and with falter- ing steps arrived at her house. As it happened, there were but two chairs in the room, are the one he picked out was incapable of holding his one hundred and fifty pounds; fur- thermore, there happened (?) to be only enough oil in the lamp to last about ten minutes. After the usual greetings Saphrona resumed her knitting and Hezekiah began twirling his fingers and counting the rings in the carpet. Becoming

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THE MAGNET 16 Present Whereabouts of the Class of 1907 AST June forty-five young men and young women graduated from this school. Of these, thirty-two are now continuing their studies. Every one who applied for admission to any higher institution was admitted. This fact alone would seem to indicate that the school is doing good work along the college preparatory line. Following is the list of the thirty-two pupils who are continuing their work this year. If there are any errors or omis- sions, the editors will be glad to correct the same in the next issue. Harold Parkman, Harvard University; Marguerite Bartlett, Wellesley College; Clifton Edgerly, Dartmouth College; Cleon Johnson, Massachu- setts Institute of Technology; Harold Shaw, Massachusetts Institute of Technology; Ralph Mead, Herbert Morse, and Frank Shaw, Worcester Polytecnic Institute; Clyde Gilchrest, Rhode Island Agricultural College; Bertha Bailey, Lula Chapman, Hazel Packard, Ruth Richardson, Rachel Cook, Eileen Watson and Maud Kendall, Fitchburg Normal School; Mar- jorie Metcalf, Mt. Ida School, West Newton; Marguerite Cawthorne, Malden Business College; Florence Farrar, Worcester Business College; Bertha Spinney, Florence Nutter, Esther Farquhar, Helen Corkum, and Howard Tisdale, Fitchburg Business College; Kathleen Lawless, Elizabeth Cutter, Florence Farnsworth, Margaret Hackett, Mary Burdett, and Margaret Lockey are doing graduate work in this school. Paul Ordway is studying law in an office in Boston; Madeline Porter, Virginia College, Roanoke, Va.; Ruth Railey, of the class of 1906, has entered Mt. Holyoke. PENCIL POINTS —Miss Marjorie Metcalf is now attending Mt. Ida school, and while home this month visited her former classmates at the high school. Miss Bernice Richardson, of the class of 1908, has concluded her studies at the high school and has entered Wheaton Academy, where she is preparing for college. Herbert Cawthorne, of the class of 1904, entered Brown University this fall, and Marguerite Cawthorne has entered a business college at Malden. Miss Florence Wilkins of the Faculty has been called away from her duties by the illness of her mother. Mr. Howard Chase has presented the school with a bronze bust of Shakespeare, which he purchased while abroad. ———Karl Herrick, of Worcester Tech., and Alice Garland, of Simmons College, both graduates of Leominster High School, have been elected to the presidency of their respective classes.