Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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THE MAGNET 11 subway, only to find that half the girls were missing. After chasing each other madly around the streets, both parties were finally reunited, and we arrived at the station just in time to board the last train for Leominster. We spent the next week in yawning languidly and wishing we could sleep for a month, but not one of us would have missed that day for anything. Later in the fall we had a corn roast on Monoosnock. The boys went up in the morning to gather the wood, but in the evening came to the con- clusion that the chosen spot must have wandered a mile or two during the day. However, after much scrambling through bushes and brambles in the inky blackness, we arrived at the desired place and passed a very enjoyable evening. December 21 we gave two Senior plays—‘ The Flying Wedge” and “Sally Lunn”—which were very successful. After the Christmas vacation the rest of the school suspended session for a week or two on account of the fuel shortage. But as our teachers knew that we were very studiously inclined, and would grieve at the thought of more vacation, they instructed us in the Public Library. : The Friday after Easter the Senior dance was held, a very popular and profitable affair. Since then we have been almost too busy to think, but tonight we real- ize that our history as aclass is ended. Each must go hisway. Each must work out his own destiny. ALICE KIRKPATRICK. Class Prophecy N the year nineteen hundred and thirty, I was appointed by the vice- I president of the United States—none other than our worthy class president, Robert Hull—to make a tour of the States in my quadraplex indestructible flyer to learn the status of the class of nineteen hundred and eighteen of the Leominster High School. “You can make the trip easily in three days,” he said, ‘and be back here to report at the roll-call.” “ Better than that,” I replied, for I knew where I could find a medium who could give me the desired information in as many hours. I mounted my plane and flew with all speed to Albany, where I knew Albert Cook, a famous trance medium, was located with Barnum and Bailey’s circus, now managed by Pollard and Garland. He was up to his old tricks again, and when I told him my errand, he laughed and told me to sit down. I sank into a semi-lounging chair which nearly enveloped me with its folds. He tossed to the ceiling three miniature hand-grenades, which burst, letting out

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10 THE MAGNET The first few months passed quite uneventfully, as our teachers no longer showed us the tolerance due to unripe Freshmen, and we were kept rather busy in the scholastic line. On May 18, the English department arranged for a Shakespearean entertainment which was a great success. In the prologue many famous characters appeared, among them Dixi Hoyt as Ben Jonson. The fact that the scene from “ As You Like It” was effective was due largely to the dramatic ability displayed by Mildred Donnelly as Celia and Norman Fassett as Corin. In the same scene other members of our class added volume and sweetness to the songs by the girls’ chorus. The scene from ‘Twelfth Night’’ was also made more interesting because of Norman Fassett’s skilful interpretation of Malvolio. The next year most of us came back as Juniors, too dignified to even notice the Freshmen who thronged the halls. The first thing we did after election was to decide on a Junior dance. Through the efforts of an efficient committee the affair was well planned and well advertised, so that on the evening of November 29 the hall was crowded with couples. Everybody -had a good time and we were jubilant indeed when we discovered that about $55 had been added to the class fund. The Senior class resolved then and there to make their dance even more successful, but of course they were unable to do so. Soon after Christmas vacation the Macnet board decided that it simply must have some more money to pay expenses. As ameans to this end they arranged an entertainment for February 16. This was very well at- tended, as it deserved to be. The scenes from ‘Alice in Wonderland ” were especially good. Marion Pierce took the part of the Duchess with great energy while Eva Richardson posed as the Cheshire Cat in the most natural manner imaginable. Our class also contributed the clever little farce entitled ‘‘ The Man from Branden,” which was presented with a great deal of skill on the part of the actors. The next fall we returned as really, truly Seniors. Was it possible that dim far-off time had come at last? Although we never confessed it to the rest of the school, we didn’t feel a bit more dignified than we had the year before. However, we soon became accustomed to our new position as the class of the school. Of course we had been kat for three years, but no one else had realized it till now. As usual, the first thing was class election. Robert Hull was chosen president; James Bascom, vice president; Frances Killelea, marshal; Beatrice Monroe, secretary, and Gladys Barry, treasurer. The latter part of September, while we were studying Macbeth, some one announced that a very good company was presenting this play in Bos- ton. Of course we all wanted to see it, so Miss Daily, Miss Fiske, and Miss Nutting kindly consented to go with us Saturday, September 29. Wespent the morning shopping and enjoying the beautiful pictures in the Boston Public Library. In the afternoon we attended the performance of ‘ Turn to the Right,” which was very good. Then in the evening came Macbeth. We were particularly impressed by the weird witch scene and the dramatic acting of Lady Macbeth. After the performance we rushed down to the

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12 THE MAGNET a purplish-green vapor that filled the room. A film, as from a movie screen, passed before my eyes, labeled, ‘The Class of Nineteen Hundred and Eighteen.” Behold, the first picture marked Buffalo. I saw a man standing “to the rear” of a huge aquarium, scattering Hooverless bread to his sea mons- ters and the tamed beasts of the ocean, and Norman Fassett, active still, was that man. At his left were large kennels of all species of dogs, and I saw that Florence Perry was their keeper. The second scene was marked Detroit, and the Ford Automobile Factory was shown. In a workshop marked “private” I saw Winfield Gove, Win- chester Blake, and Edward Knapp working upon a device which, it was ex- plained, would make the flivver an automobile. A flash--and ‘Chicago’s Greatest” appeared over the entrance to a hotel. Through the window could be seen the proprietress, Marion Pierce, now of most ample proportions, while in the office, with his feet on the desk, was the more rotund form of ‘“‘ Ferdie” Fischer. The next slide revealed Elmer Adams taking a survey of his poultry stock yards. Beside him stood Ruth Telfer with a brood of fluffy ducks in her apron. Now I was in Denver. Before me was a huge sign over a dugout. It read, “ Morgan’s Mine.” At the entrance stood Lucia Warren. In atwinkling I beheld a couple strolling on the bank of the Great Salt Lake. It was Beatrice Munroe and Hamilton Osborne promenading on the ‘ Bridal Path.” They stopped beside a beach hammock and spoke to a second couple. It was Leon Hadley showing Helen Sheehan his bank book of Wall Street accumulations. Before I can grasp this situation, this sign is thrown upon the screen, “Bea Khaki Katcher. Five dollars makes you irresistible.” This was in a display window near a cantonment in the far west, and through the window I saw Arline Preston and Edith Hagar waiting for customers. The first one to appear was Gladys Elliot, and who do you suppose was the second? Agnes Tobin! Right behind her came Claire Connaughton and Winifred Callahan. They were after glue, to catch Fitchburg boys, I suppose. A street in San Francisco. A large auto truck approached, bearing the inscription, “The Madden Engineering School.’ At the wheel sat our mathematical shark, Kermit Madden. Another Californian scene: Pasadena. ‘“ The Sterling,” is the name of arestresort. Inthe proprietor and his helpmate, I recognized John Kearney and Beatrice Gallagher. The head waitress, Mildred Donnelly, was smiling at the Butler. Head gardener, Alice O’Keefe. Floor director of the ball room, Christoph Dietz assisted by Warren Carter. Then I recalled how these two got their experience in Sterling. Each held a dance order in his hand, but after each number I saw Voe name. Why? “I don’t know.” A cabaret follows: On ‘the stage appears a familiar group. Evelyn Burpee, Anna Johnston, Abbie Magee, Helen Adams and Florence Wilder