Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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1927 The Leonine 1927 1 l I V: w t y f. as W A 4 4x L .f lex X :iff Q l M ll , Xxx lf A ,...-. L -. : ..,..,- The Qllhilhren nf the Gitcbie jltlanitu Tell, 0 brave, O story teller of the tribe, tell of the legend of the Children of the Gitchie-Manito. Tell it to us as we sit around the camp fire. Thus begins Tokimisz This is the story that is sung far through the Indian lands. This the tale of a strangely beautiful race, kinsmen to the redmen, yet unlike them. In the Land of Opportunity they live, in the Lodge of the Great School Spirit. Here they are led by Sequoyah, the dark haired one, who leads them in their quest for knowledge. With him rules Patobia, the golden one, and Vitiata, the keeper of the sacred records of the tribe. They have also an honored brave who once each sleep of the new moon descends to earth tot sit in the Great Council and make known the desires of his people. ' Great athletes are these people. Famous in many sports are they. More than unusual is it for a brave other than one of the Senoria tribe to be elected to the Watanoto Council. Greatest of all the sports is this, and called by the white man football. Yet to this council in the September Moon were four of the Gitchie- Manitos elected, among them the powerful Sequoyah. Great renown have they gained, already. They bid fair to become some of the strongest in the council when more moons have passed and they have gained in knowledge of all things. In the moon of Heavy Snows a band of warriors went on the warpath of basketball. Famous in this band is Heap Big Sure Shot, he the youngest of them all. Famous also are the maidens of the Gitchie-lvlanitos. H 21

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1927 The Leonfine 1997 ilaiub School My Alma Mater! In using that phrase, every one feels a thrill of pride, of ownership, of partnership in a great enterprise. But it means most to the Alumnus: school is seen at its best only through the retrospection of later years. Then only do we realize fully the sense of pleasure, of congenial companionship. and inspiring friendship, which lay under all our effort. Then only can we clearly appreciate the sympathetic understanding, the thoughtful labor and the enduring influence of those long suffering saint.s, our teachers. Looking back upon our High School life, through the perspective of later years, we regard it as one of the happiest and most influential periods of our lives. And looking back after this lapse of years, we instinctively think, first, of our own class, that grand and glorious class of 19-. It is only natural that that group which comprised our closest friends, and held our major interests, should have the most tenacious hold upon our affections during High School years, and upon our memories in after life. So always the Alumnus thinks primarily of his own class. But does not this same Alumnus remember parumozmfly the whole High School as he knew it, a single unit of endeavor and enjoyment? Does he consider whether the Seniors ran the school, or if the Juniors were cleverer than the Sophomores, or whether the Freshmen had more school spirit than any other class? He does not! He remembers the four years of his school life as a single picture, a movie no doubt, progressing through successive stages of develop- ment, and yet leaving one general impression. VVe must admit that High School is pleasantest from the Alumnus' viewpoint, when all the sharp little edges of interclass friction and personal irritation are smoothed off by adult self-control, and blurred by time. Vile must agree that the time actually spent in High School would be far pleasanter if we welded all our little scratching edges into one great cutting edge, powerful, because of it.s unity, to pierce through great difficulties. Let us forge our energy, now ineffectually dissipated in a hundred directions, into one mighty wedge which shall push open a way for us into the world. Let us, holding our own class a little bit dearer but not a whit better than any other, work for our High School as one great unit. Q0

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1927 The I.eo1z.'ine 1927 Strong of mind and swift of vision are they. In the Beaver Moon the women of the second Wigwam went on t.he warpath, despite the hoots of ridicule from the braves and older Indians. Great was the lamentation of the VVet. Hen Tribe whose scalps they captured after defeating all the squaws of their Own tribe. Think not, however, that all is work and sports in the Hunting Lodge of the Great School Spirit. Often great feasts and pow-wows are held. To these the younger tribes are sometimes bidden. Once in the moon of Flying Leaves this happened. Then did the Senoria squaws invite the Gitchie-Manito maidens to a great pow-wow in honor of the maidens' presence in the Hunting Lodge. Loudly did the walls of the wigwani re-echo with the glad songs and the happy laughter of the maidens as they passed the time in games and feasting. Long will this joyous time be remembered by both the Senoria and Gitchie-lNIauito maidens. Many times since, also have the younger braves and maidens taken part in the ceremonial dances of the older Indians. Once indeed they were granted a great privilege. They, the youngest of the tribes, were allowed a part in a famous war dance which saved -the life of their beloved sister, the LEONINE. For many moons the Gitchie-Manitos have been pursuing big game. Now that the South Wind, friend of the redman, has returned, they are spurred to renewed energy. hIarvelous will be the results of the Spring I-Iunt, and great. hlany feathers do the llianitos hope to add to their headdresses. 'Many scalps they boast they will take during their stay in the Hunting Lodge of the Great School Spirit. Thus ends Tokomis, the greatest story teller of his tribe. FRESHMAN OFFICERS P-resident, ARTHUR SMITH Sec.-Treas., VIRGINIA WATSON Vice-President, PHYLLIS ANDERSON Delegate, JOHN SHANNON 22