Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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THE MAGNET Into the Land of Memories I stand on the shore of the night wrapped bay And watch the gleaming of waves at play, And the shining stars on high. I watch where the jeweled heavens reach Till they kiss the shores of the sandy beach, Where the dusky shadows lie, While the moon a paling glimmer throws Across the chas m of dark repose. And here, while I sit alone by the sea, A lonely sense steals over me, Like a cloud which threatens storm. And letting the dikes of memory fall, Old dreams rush over me, past recall, Old joys in fantastic form. Adrift I am swept by the roaring tide Into the land where memories hide. And I roam through the kingdoms of long ago Forgetful of Time and its ceaseless woe, For this is enchanted ground. And reveling here in the sunlight of dreams I am dazed by the brightness that flows from its beams And lights up the way all around. No shadows lurk in this wonderful land, No gloom lies over the glistening sand. O why may I not with memories dear Dream my life quite away as I now dream it here, Forgetful of present sorrows? O why are we caught in the drift of the years That change the sweet nectar of pleasure to tears, And hide all our hopes of tomorrows? Back, back, O hoary ocean of Time, Go thou thy way, and let me go mine. HELEN Wooppsury, ’II.

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6 THE MAGNET Our victories in football, especially the one over our rival Fitchburg, have helped to raise school spirit, which together with the former things goes a long way toward making this school year successful. The Macnet has yet to prove whether it will add to or detract from this year’s success. Perhaps we should rather say that the pupils of the L. H.S. wish to prove that they can run a paper which shall in every way be a credit to themselves. For to them belongs all the credit and discredit that may come from it. It is theirs, not the editors’ alone. They will endeavor to produce a magazine which shall be of interest to its readers. If the: first num- ber fails to please you, remember that practice makes perfect, and give us another chance. We would ask each and every loyal Leominsterite to answer these two questions: Is a school paper of benefit to the school? Do you wish to support that which is a benefit to the school? Then act accordingly. Mic Fes ena O matter how good a thing may be, it is sure to have its faults. So it is with THE Macnet. We realize this; but often what others can see, we ourselves overlook until it is pointed out to us. Some may think too much space is given to the literary pages. Others who do notcare for and are not interested in sports, will probably say that such a page is foolish, and not necessary to a good paper. While still others will say that the humorous side of the paper is made too important. For this reason THE MaGnet will welcome gladly any suggestions which the Exchange columns of other papers may make. For through these columns we, so to speak, “see ourselves as others see us.” HELEN C. RICHARDSON, '12.

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8 THE MAGNET The Week of the Board Exams HE week of the Board exams.—oh, yes, very clearly do you remem- aR ber that endless week of shaking and shivering, which stands out foremost in your mind among the reminiscences of school life. This great event took place in the latter part of June, during some scorch- ing days. It was the thing to which you had been looking forward for a long time, and was the direct cause of a vast amount of plugging and cram- ming in the preceding days and weeks. To those among the number who were taking the finals for entering col- lege, it was exceeding important that they should pass the exams. creditably, while those who were taking the preliminaries were almost equally anxious to have them over and off their minds. At the first examination, which happens to be the dreaded geometry, it is nerve-racking to have to sit quietly in your seat after receiving your number and necessary working materials, and wait for the seconds to drag by until the examination papers should be distributed, and you could really begin work in earnest. You wonder if the exam. will be terribly hard; if the problems will be entirely unheard of; if you will be able to finish it in the allotted time ; and ask yourself thousands of other useless questions. The suspense is indeed awful until you have glanced hurriedly down — the paper, and find that there are one or two questions which do not seems too impossible to you. And then you get busy. There is no time to lose, and you know that you must work hard. You struggle through two, three, four—and soon forget that it is college entrance board exam. and entirely lose yourself in the mazes of geometrical figures and lines. Before you realize it, the proctor gives the ten-minutes warning, and soon the ordeal is over. There is a grand rush from the room, and each begins to talk to his neighbor upon the solution of this or that problem, and to com- pare results. On the next day there is the same trial to go through, except that the newness has worn off, and you do not feel that peculiar trembling about your knees as you enter the room. This time it is Latin and perhaps not quite so hard as youexpected. When the students have survived this, again there is the hurried departure from the room, and loudly-whispered consul- tations inthe hall, until the principal comes out with his ‘word to the wise is sufficient.” Thus the week slips by. Sometimes two, three, or even more exams. come on one day, but every one breathes a great sigh of relief at the end of the week. Of course you are as pessimistic as the others in being sure that you have flunked everything, but you live in high hopes until the reports of the exams. come out a few weeks later. What feelings you experience when you find the long, narrow envelope awaiting you at the post office! You dread opening it, but finally screw up your courage and, with grim determination