Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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hy ; . 6 THE MAGNET Seniors, let us do all we can to make the last year of our high- school life our best. Let each of us, individually, strive to make 1917 the greatest, and justly the proudest class that has ever heard the doors of dear old L. H. S. close behind it. Let our school be better for having had within its gates for four short years the class of 1917. Let us realize that this is our last chance to do anything for our school. T seems very strange that at the beginning of the year it is nec- essary to urge the students to write for THE Macnet. To me it seems an honor and a privilege to have our efforts printed in our school paper. I once overheard a conversation in which one of the partici- pants scornfully declared, ‘ Well, ll never have anything I write in that old paper!’ I hope there is no one in school at present who encourages such sentiments. Don’t criticise your school-paper, do what you can to improve it. THE MaGNnetT is always willing and eager to receive suggestions from the students. Freshmen, don’t be afraid to contribute. Your article may not be printed the first time, but try again. Nobody ever succeeds without trying. Don't be self-depreciative, your article is probably just as good as the next one’s, and you have just as much right as anybody else to help yourschool-paper. If your story isn’t printed, nobody will ever know but the editors, and they are not half the ogres that they seem. Sophomores and Juniors, this is the time for you to prove your worth. In June we leave THE Macnet to your care. From among you the editors will be chosen. Seniors, this is your last chance. Wake up! Show what you can do! EpNA FARRELL, ’17.

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THE MAGNET Vol. X. LEOMINSTER, MASS., OCTOBER, 1916. No. 1 Entered as second class matter at Post Office at Leominster, Mass, EDITORIAL STAFF EpiTor-In-CHIEF, EDNA FARRELL, ’17. Business MANAGER, CHARLES GAVIN, ’J7. Exchange Editor, Doris WILDER, ’17. School Notes’ Editor, WALTER ROLLINs, 717. Alumni Notes’ Edi tor, Byron MERRILL, ’17. Jokes’ Editor, Kermit Mappen, ’18. Athletics’ Editor, Hucu Mixam, ’17. Assistant Business Manager Everett G. RICHARDSON, ’18. Published monthly during school year by pupils of the High School, who are responsible for the form and substance of each issue, Subscription price, 50 cents; single copies, Io cents, eA i 7 ELLOW STUDENTS, we are beginning a new school year. Think this over carefully and try to realize all that it means to each and every one of us. To the Freshmen it means a new and different school-life. Resolve now, Freshman, at the begin- ning of your high-school career to make every day do its duty, to make every act worthy of a Leominster High School student. Then, in 1920, w7 you, the graduates, be able to look back and say, “| did my very best.”

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THE MAGNET 7 A Night in a Freight Train ab I BETCHA I can hide somewhere and you fellows won't be able to find me if you hunt all night.” The speaker was nine-year-old Tommy Gray. It was Friday after- noon and a group of small boys, tired after the afternoon’s game of ball, were sitting on the street curb, resting, when this bomb was thrown into their midst. “ Betcha we can,” was the instant reply from the fellows. “Willing to prove it?” was Tommy’s next remark. “Sure,” was the reply. “ All right. You wait here for about five minutes while I get hid and then you come and find me.” Tommy started briskly off and soon disappeared from sight. He hastened on toward the railroad tracks, which were not faraway. Suddenly breaking into a run he made straight for a freight car which was on the tracks. On reaching his destination, Tommy went into the farthest corner of the car, where he lay down on some meal sacks which were scattered about. One of these he drew over his body to fool his companions if they should look into the car. For ten minutes he lay there extremely alert to the least sound. Then, as nothing happened, his body relaxed and he sank back on to-the sacks which made a soft bed. Suddenly he became alert again. Footsteps were coming his way. He lay very still. Then he heard voices. As he listened Tommy suddenly recognized the voice of one of the railroad men who had repeatedly told the boys to keep out of empty cars. This man seemed to have a grudge against them and took every opportunity he could to punish them, no matter how small the offense. Tommy shrank closer into the blackness of the car. The men had now come close to the car door and Tommy almost stopped breathing. His enemy, however, without looking into the car pulled the door shut. Tommy breathed more freely as the footsteps retreated. Finally silence once more descended upon him. He lay thinking. He giggled as he thought of his companions looking for him in their old hiding places. When they didn’t find him in Mrs. O’Brien’s cellar, or in the empty barrel back of the store, where would they look for him? Tommy was really tired after the ball game, so lulled by the thoughts of the vain searchings of his companions and feeling very comfortable where he lay, he fell asleep. Hours later he awoke with a start. Everything was extremely dark Where was he? Then he remembered. He was hiding, but how late must it be? Tommy rose stiffly from his pile of sacks and moved toward the car door. He felt for a handle but all seemed smooth. He moved from one end of the car to the other searching for the door, when suddenly he heard