Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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16 THE MAGNET If you are lost in these never-ending corridors, do not stop and look wistfully at some upper classman. He will only laugh at you. Keep going until you find a teacher; then do not hesitate to ask him the way, for he will gladly tell you. If you value your life, keep off the grass when there is any one near you. If you don’t, you may be taken fora long blade and stepped on or pulled. As we look upon your class, we shudder and wonder if any entering class was ever so fresh and green. It is even whispered that some of the art decorations of the school-rooms will have to be changed to harmonize with the deep, penetrating green of the Freshman Class. Perhaps it will be necessary for your benefit to use salt water for the showers in the gym.; but we hope neither of these will be required. Follow this advice to the best of your ability, for we were Freshmen once, and we know that in this way alone is it possible to become proper Seniors. VERNON WOODBURY, ’IO. AUTUMN The flowers are slowly fading, After the day full of sunshine, And the days are shorter grown, Comes night, when dews gently fall, The leaves are getting their beauty, And the harvest moon comes o’er the hills, And soon from the trees will have flown. And calmly looks down on all. When the cool fresh air of the morning We greet thee each year with gladness, To our lungs has found its way, When nature adorns you with gold; It wakens our soul’s strongest ardor, And hope the years of life’s autumn, For the work of the coming day. Will us with such beauty enfold. MILDRED VU HEATON, ’Io. A WHITE ROSE I saw it blooming in the garden, It seemed that my troubles were lightened As I stood by the old house door, And the day free from pain and care. Before, unseen, untouched, unnoticed, : . Time has passed, as i i A white rose, nothing more. P »as I look at it once again, Pressed in the book which I close, I picked it and placed it before me, Though it’s faded and crushed, it will be And, knowing that it was there, Ever the same white rose. LILLIAN M. POLLOCK, ’Io

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THE MAGNET 15 morning, while I stay and watch the fellow.” I did as I was told, and got two clubs, one for him, and one for myself. Then Uncle climbed up the tree, gave the hedgehog a whack on his nose, and he came down right near where I was standing. I was not slow in using my stick, and so the thief had to suffer death. After we had killed this fellow, we began to examine the other sweet apple trees near by, and in the branches of one I noticed a black spot, sim- ilar to the one I had seen before. I called Uncle’s attention to it, and it looked to him, also, like another hedgehog. This one was sitting so near the end of a limb that Uncle could not have reached him, if he had climbed the tree. This tree was standing near a stonewall, so I climbed up on the wall, caught hold of the limb and bent it down. It came so far down that Uncle could almost reach the hedgehog with his stick. He asked me to bend it a little farther; but in doing so I got quite frightened, for the limb broke and down it went, with the hedgehog on it. By the time I got down from the wall, Uncle had done his part, and we were rid of another apple thief. It is queer how still these hedgehogs keep. They do not make the least attempt to run away or bite, their only defence being the awful quills which have tiny hooks on the ends. With these they try to repel the attacks of dogs and other animals. When we returned to the house, we found Lena asleep in her chair, for it was past midnight. We told her about our great adventure and she was sorry she had not gone with us. The next morning Paul and Raymond had a great time preparing for the double funeral. However, this was not the last one they had, for Uncle and I killed about five more before I left the Hilltop Farm. MARIE DRAHEIM. Advice to Freshmen F you see a big, dignified-looking student coming down the center of the hall, and you are in his way, jump to one side immediately, for this student is a Senior, or possibly a Junior—for they sometimes act as Seniors—and you will be run over unless you move lively. When you are passing through the halls and hear some upper classmen talking loudly, do not think that you may talk above a whisper, for children are to be seen and not heard, except at football games; then make all the noise you can. When you meet a teacher in the hall, do not look frightened and pass at as great a distance as possible. These teachers are not very terrible; they will not bite, and it is often best to cultivate their acquaintance in a respect- ful way.

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THE MAGNET 17 A Voyage in Search of the North Pole HAD been reading the story of the discovery of the North Pole by Cook and Peary. Then, laying the paper aside, I thought of our two recent defeats in football and wondered how we would come out Thanks- giving Day. I fell into a deep reverie and was startled by the entrance of Dr. Cook and Commodore Peary. “T did find it first,” Cook was saying. “Pooh! pooh! the idea!”’ exclaimed Peary. Cook turned to me and said, “You will find my records at the Pole.” Peary turned his nose in the air, “Better look for my records,” he ad- vised. As I heard the words of these great explorers, a bright idea was form- ing itself in my active brain. As you may know, all my ideas are brilliant, but this one shone with a lustre that has never yet been equaled and prob- ably never will be. Dr. Cook said it made him think of the most brilliant Northern Lights. The Great Idea was that I, myself, should go to the North Pole and find out who had really discovered it. With the aid of a few rich men, I soon had a vessel fitted out for my great undertaking. Everything necessary was on board ship while some supplies were to be taken ona little farther north. With a cheer from the assembled people, the vessel weighed anchor and I was off to fulfill my self-appointed office of judge. After several days we left firm land behind us and faced the cold gray water with its monstrous icebergs. After sailing for an indefinite length of time, I left the vessel in the charge of the captain and set off with my dogs and sleds. I quite agreed with Cook and Peary as to the cold weather and thought fondly of a more southern clime. Fields upon fields of ice were crossed in rapid succession, until my eyes ached with the glaring whiteness. After enduring many hardships, | awoke one morning to find a break in the endless fields of ice. Not very far from me rose an enormous pole of shining ice. Another piece of ice in the shape of a board was frozen cross- wise to the first and bore the following words, NORTH POLE. | “Thunderation!” I exclaimed, in a tone full of sorrow, “it isn’t a single bit different from a sign board at the corner of a street at home.”’ Although so keenly disappointed, I searched around the Pole for the records supposed to be there. Walking around to the other side of the Pole, and the other side of the world, I sawa horrible sight. A prostrate figure, clothed in red and gray and wearing the letters F. H. S. on his sweater, lay on the ground. With one foot onthe fallen figure, and stand- ing in an attitude of victory, stood another person dressed in blue and white. Such a look of exultation as this face wore, I never saw equaled in my life. Every line seemed to express the words, “AT LAST!” I looked up at the Pole and instead of the U. S. flag I saw a blue and white pennant floating proudly there, bearing this word, LEOMINSTER.