Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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THE MAGNET II First Sight of Carthage (Virgil’s AEneid. Book I.) A Translation Meanwhile they speed on the road there where the pathway directs them. Now they’re ascending the hilltop projecting wide o’er the city, From whence he casts his eyes far down on the towers beneath him. Moved is Atneas at the buildings, formerly huts in a cluster; Moved he is at the gateways, the clamor of men, and the pavements. Tyrians push on the work, a part extending the ramparts, Build the citadel firmly, and with their hands roll up boulders: Part choose a place for the dwellings, marking it out with a furrow. Such is their toil as busies the bees through the flowery meadows When, at the coming of Summer, the old of the swarm are brought forward, As, when the honey is packed, and the cells are filled with sweet nectar After a column is made and the loads of the coming accepted, ’ Way from the hives they drive the drones, the recreant members; All the work is alive, and the honey with thyme is so fragrant. “ Oh, how favored are you whose fortifications are rising.” RutTH TISDALE, ’12. Nutting=time Many bright and sunny days They'd visit our half-filled baskets Come in October’s train, Did they only dare. When we go away to the woods There are many nuts at our High— To gather nuts again. The hardest kind to crack, With stick in hand, the rustling leaves But we'll gather every one we can We gently push aside, To store in Memory’s sack. And in a darksome cover find The nut that tried to hide. We will garner for the future, Our toil will be repaid. : The frisky squirrels, too, are out, Within their dry, hard shells we find Eager to get their share. The finest kernels made. MILDRED Goss, 'I12.

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10 THE MAGNET and for about a mile the two horses were neck-to-neck. Then Ruth gave Firefly a loose rein, and she fairly flew over the ground. Alice, perceiving the folly of this, kept Daisy at a moderate pace. When she arrived at Leicester, she found that Ruth had passed by ten minutes before. Only then did Alice let Daisy out a little. Then, as she rounded a bend in the road, she saw Ruth riding quite a distance ahead of her, but Firefly had slackened his rapid rate. Now it was only a matter of a few minutes before Alice would overtake Ruth. Ruth urged Firefly on with all her strength, but soon the little horse dropped behind, and Alice could not resist the temptation to fling back at her rival, ‘‘We’ll meet again soon.” Then Alice rode along slowly, know- ing that Firefly was so exhausted he could not overtake Daisy. At about half-past ten, Alice rode up to the starting point amidst the applause of her loyal friends, the winner. When Ruth appeared, Alice ran out to her and told her to regard the conditions of the challenge as noth- ing. Thus the two rivals became firm friends. ELEANOR McGUIRE, ’12. Field Hockey as a Game for Girls HE frail, incapable, hot-house-bred kind of a girl, if she ever really At was, is no longer our ideal. We do not care to see weakness, whether in girl or boy, and we admire daring, courage, self-control, quite as much in a woman as in a man. According to modern psychologists, any activity that requires use of a quality, develops that quality. Field hockey does demand a certain de- gree of these virtues, when it comes to dribbling a hockey ball down the field in the face of many adverse hockey sticks. That there are some knocks received, we do not deny. What we say is,—what of the knocks! It is the knocks and not the soft things of life that develop the qualities most worth while, It isa sad, but true, fact that women everywhere show a lack of ability to co-operate. It is quite possible that this is due to her past social condi- tion, to the fact that for centuries women have lived unto themselves in their individual homes, while men have been out in the world working with other men. While we have not made any great strides yet in this respect in our playing, we dave improved, and we hope some day to give an exhi- bition of team work that will compare favorably with any boys’ team. Dorotuy Cross.

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ie THE MAGNET Chauffeur HE enemy and friend combined of a chauffeur is the weather. Rain means trouble, and sun means pleasure. In short, rain brings mud which becomes plastered all over the machine, and the sun does not. It had rained all day, and near evening the chauffeur was called out to take a party to ride. Mr. Chauffeur has nothing to say as to the advisability of such a ride, or as to a safe rate of speed to maintain. He must drive and speed as told, without a word, and take all blame for accidents. The chauffeur came in later with the car all mud, and retired. The next morning he arose early, and finding it was a pleasant day washed the machine and shined the brass, a process which required three or four hours steady work. Now he was all ready to go out with a clean machine when he was summoned for the regular Sunday afternoon ride, Sunday being no excuse for a chauffeur to bring around a dirty car. His work done, and the weather pleasant, he thought he could enjoy himself for a week or more without going through the painful washing operation. The afternoon was very pleasant, and riding was certainly delightful. In fact, they went so far they were fifty miles from home before they real- ized it. Then the sky clouded over and it began to pour. Mr. Chauffeur had to put up the top, and fasten the sides on. Then having the occupants of the car protected, it became his pleasant duty to get out in the pelting rain and put the chains on to prevent skidding. He was thoroughly soaked by that time, and had the prospects of a fifty mile ride over slippery roads, in wet clothes, with the ever present thought of scrubbing the machine when he did get home so that it would be all ready for “ Madame” to go shopping in the morning. Weather versus HERMON SAFFORD, ’I2. 1912 In L. H.S. there is a class Which we all love full well; As up and down the hall you pass, You can each Senior tell. There's Hermon, he who rules us all, And his small sister Mildred; How oft they linger in the hall, As out by Esther they are led. There’s Ruth, who does the MAGNET run; Our artist Peter Knapp; The chiefest of the class in fun Is Jobes, a funny chap. Though not Darius, we have a Green, And also Edmund Potter; Both always look calm and serene, And act quite good and proper. Two are always Causing worry, By coming in so late, Clara and Catherine in a hurry, Are casting dice with Fate. Corkum the business manager is, And he works hard and long. By Suhlke ours the victory is So we cheer him with a song. Nineteen twelve can boast full well Of others as good as these; Although their wonders we won’t tell, We might praise them with ease. HELEN C. RICHARDSON, ’I2