Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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14 THE MAGNET ALMA (ii SCAUIL NUTS Miss Lillian Connaughton, Miss Edna Hapgood, Miss Helen Howe, Miss Marion Merrill, Miss Shirley Whitney, Dwight Edson, Arthur Hill, Ernest Foley, Sidney Harris and Leroy Vinal, all members of the class of 1913, are taking post-graduate’ courses at L. H. S. 2 Lester Horton, ’13, has entered the Chauncy Hall School in Boston, where he is preparing for M. I. T. w Miss Laura Woods, Miss Hilda McIntyre, Miss Evelyn Hussey, and Miss Eleanor Jenkins, all members of the class of 1913, are studying at the Fitchburg Normal School. ww Carl Rogers, ’13, is attending the Y. M. C. A. School of Engineering in Boston. Paul Ryan, ’13, now a student in Holy Cross College, has won un- usual honors for a Freshman, as he has been elected to an office in the Debating Society. Edmund Potter, ’12, is taking a course in Mechanical Engineering at the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in Troy, N. Y. Herbert Green, ’12, Herman Saf- Safford, 12, and Peter Knappeeees are taking a course at the Worces- ter Polytechnic Institute. W On Monday, Sept. 22, the school was saddened by the loss of its en- gineer, Mr. William Hackett, who died of heart disease while on duty. Mr. Hackett had been engineer at the High School for some time, and up to the time of his death had been in good health. In his death the town lost a good citizen, and many lost a true friend. The funeral was the following Wednesday, and in memory of him the flag was lowered to half-mast. The senior class and the teachers sent flowers. Mr. Clarke, Mr. Coburn, and Mr. Roberts repre- sented the school at the funeral. ww The Senior Class has elected the following officers for the year: E. Deady, President. He got a major- ity of thirty-two votes. Mr. H. Whit-

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THE MAGNET 13 where a pair of overalis and a shirt, very scant and much the worse for wear, and a disreputable coat, which he helped him put on. Then he smeared his face, hands, and legs, with the mud, and put an old cap on his head. ‘Now come on!” he cried, very proud of his work. Reginald hung back. He was very tired. ‘Come on,” said Peter; ‘If we don’t sell de papers, we’se get no supper.” No supper! nonsense! of course he should go home for supper. But it must be nearly supper time now, and he could hear them al! asking where he was. “ Den, if we’se sell enough papers,” continued Peter, ‘‘ we'se’ll go to de nickel show.” This got Reginald. Nickel show! He had never been to one. Of course he was tired, but what did that matter. So taking half of Peter’s papers, he followed him down stairs,—‘‘ and then,” Peter ran on, ‘we'll git a hot dog before we’se goes home ter bed;—ye’ll sleep wid me, yer know.” Sleep with Peter in that dirty room! Why, what would his mother say! There was no time to think, however, for Peter was saying, ‘‘ You’se kin take Nixon’s corner, and I'l] go down to de mill.’ It was quite damp and cold out for September, and Reginald, unaccustomed to such exposure, shivered and clicked his teeth. At Nixon’s corner Peter left him with the injunction to “git rid o’ de bunch,” and Reginald looked around him in be- wilderment. Never before had he been so completely bewildered. Several men bought papers, but others, seeing his hesitation and inability to make change, patronized more accustomed “ newsies.” Reginald wondered why Peter didn’t come back. He was hungry and tired. He didn’t believe that he wanted to visit the nickel show anyway— two big tears rolled down his face. He guessed— The tears were brushed hastily away, as an old gentleman emerged from the doorway. The papers were dropped hastily to the sidewalk, while Reginald, crying, ‘‘Oh! grandpa! grandpa!’ flung himself into the arms of the astonished man. ‘Bless my soul!” ejaculated the old gentleman, putting on his glasses; ‘Bless my soul!” Then, as Reginald poured out his story between laughter and tears, ‘Bless my soul!” he again exclaimed. An hour later, clean and fed once more, his head pillowed on his mother’s shoulder, while his father and grandfather sat by in joyful veunzon, he murmured sleepily, “‘’ Taint much fun bein’ like Peter after all, I guess.” DorOTHY SPALDING, ’16.

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THE MAGNET 15 ney, who had the second largest number of votes for president, was made Vice-president, this being the decision of the class. Miss King- man was elected Secretary, and Miss R, Kittredge was elected Treasurer. The Class Marshal is to be elected at a future meeting of the class. we During the absence of Miss Cole, the shorthand and typewriting teacher, Miss Hapgood, 1913, was in charge of the typewriting room. Mr. Bell and Miss Smith took charge of the shorthand class. Mr. Bell had two classes at the same time, a pen- manship anda shorthand. We hope he didn’t overwork. x SENIOR LATIN Miss L., 14 (translating): Velum adversa ferit. ‘And struck the ship in the face.” wW We hear that Mr. Coburn has opened a nursery in Room Io for fifth period. Please apply in person for admission. 5 HEARD IN GERMAN II. Mr. ., (translating): Mann lernt mehr vom Lehrer als aus Buchern. ‘“One learns more about the teacher than books.” w The Junior Class elected their of- ficers this year by the Preferential Ballot, as did the Senior Class. The election was held in the physical lab- oratory and passed off successfully. 2 Howard Corkum, ’12, and Irving Smith, ’12, have entered Brown Un1- VErsity.7. JeOuis Littie,2 11, chas en- tered the University of Vermont, where he is playing on the football team. Maurice Smith, ’11, is a fresh- man at Dartmouth and is playing on the Dartmouth Freshman team. w If you hear something funny or interesting in your French, German, Latin, or even English, classes, why not write it up and putit in THE Macnet? Either drop it in THE MaGnet letter box, or give it to the editors, any one of them. It need not be only what you hear. Why not write some stories? THe Mac- NET is strictly a school paper, and must be supported by the student- body. The students should write stories for it. As the editor of the Bingville Bugle puts it, ‘We can’t run a paper on cold potatoze and hot air.” We have got to have some- thing else. The more stories you write the more chance you have of being an editor in your Junior or Senior year. The stories can be about most anything. Imaginative, vacation experiences and descriptive themes are all good subjects. w The Senior Class held a corn roast Sept. 14, which was enjoyed by about twenty couples. The party left the school at 7.15 and walked up Granite street where they ate roast corn, frankfurts, (with the skin) water- melons and toasted marshmallows. What they did after they had finished eating is unknown. The party came home about ten o’clock. All who went said that they had a fine time. Mr. Roberts and Miss Thissell were the chaperons.