Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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96 THE MIRROR ed by a foreign power, still the lesson is there to be learned just the same.iThe people and the politicians have aroused their jealousies again. They saw the value of co-operation during times of stress, they seem unable to stay united during times of peace. If this condition of affairs continues, peace will be delayed until the damage and suffer- ing caused by Germany will be somewhat for- gotten. This will enable her to sue for easy terms. It has often been said that one of Amer- ica's faults is that she forgets too easily. Ger- many thinks that America will soon forget about the War and will start international trade with her again. America must not over- look the havoc wrought by the Germans. She must hold them strictly responsible for it. Ger- many must be set up as an example to other nations, thereby helping to abolish warfare for all time. This inability of the nations to agree will delay not only peace, but also the reconstruc- tion. In order that this task of reorganiza- tion be accomplished, it is necessary that there be no lets or hindrances in the labors of re- building. The opportunity is here for every- body tp lend a helping hand. Seize it and prove that we can be soldiers of peace as well as soldiers of war. Several dominant traits of American manhood have been brought out during the last few years. Let us make them stand out still more. Carry on the war spir- it-the determination to see the thing through. Carpe Diem -Seize the Qpportunity--is our class motto. It is a good one for every per- son to follow. In later years the results of our efforts will plainly show whether America can avail herself of an opportunity when it pre- sents itself. And so-as I say farewell-I say also to you all Carpe Diem. CLASS GFFICERS SENIOR 1919 HERBERT STARR, President HELEN SMITH, Vice-Pres. FRANCIS DUNN, Ser. and Treas. FRANK GAVOLIA, .ffudifor JUNIOR 19210 WALDO MILLER, President INIARGARET KELTY, Vice-Pres. JAMES SMITH, Ser. and Treas. EDWARD BARNICLE, Auditor SOPHOIWIORE 1921 CURTIS FRENCH, Prexidezzt PATRICIA COLLIGAN, Vice-Pres. CORA CHASE, Ser. and Treas. RUSSELL VVEN TXIVORTH, Auditor

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98 THE MIRROR CLASS PRO PH ECY ERIC AXEL LINDBERG , One dark foggy morning in the year of 1926, while I Was crossing upper Main street, a huge banana-laden truck, driven by Frank Gavolio, knocked me down with terrific force. After the first shock of pain had passed away, I felt a sensation that was by no means un- pleasant. A thrill, joyous beyond description, raced through my veins, and as all earthly ob- jects faded away, I sank into a sleep more rest- ful than that of a child in its mother's arms. When I came out of this trance, I found myself in a deep, dark cavern near the summit of Prospect Hill. Upon feeling of my face, I discovered that my beard was as long as Mr. Wardls English assignments. In addition to this, a horrible craving for food and water almost drove me mad. While praying on my knees for a blueberry or a blackberry with which to satisfy my hunger, I was suddenly startled by the ap- pearance of a richly dressed woman, accom- panied by two attendants. Oh, Lord! I cried, upon recognizing the lady, lVIy prayer was for a blueberry, not an Alice Berry. Goodness me I exclaimed Alice, turning to her maids, who were Lavina Rayner and Ter- esa Ridlon, Let's hurry away from this mad- manfl Not being discouraged by the ill success of my first appeal, I now began a long prayer for water, in which I asked for no more than one wee swallow. Just then a small middle aged man, followed by a butler, dressed in fine liv- ery, passed by. Oh, Lord! I ejaculated again in anguish, I wished for a swallow of Water, not a Her- bert Swallowf, Before I had finished saying these words, Babe was on his way to the city, actually believing himself pursued by a lunatic. The butler, who was none other than Dana Whit- ing, became so absent-minded, that he repeat- ed that tremendously long speech of eighteen words, which he had so eloquently thundered forth while taking the part of a servant in Charley's Auntf, After Dana also had disappeared, I remem- bered the old proverb, Providence helps those who help themselves, which used to aid so many of the less brilliant students to pass in their exams. Inspired by this maxim, I de- scended the hill to Annabel Grigg's farm, where I hoped to obtain both food and drink. Not daring to appear before ladies in my pres- ent ragged condition, I was just about to re- sort to the use of a barrel, which had on it the label of the great Isaacson and Winterhalter Flour Mills, when, in a nearby field I per- ceived Henry Atwood and Earl Baker. Upon noticing my scarcity of clothes, these two indolent men offered to give me some of their thrown off garments if I would do a cer- tain amount of work. After completing the task assigned to me, I received a short broad coat from Earl and a pair of very long trous- ers from Henry. Thus attired I believed my- self to be almost as laugh-provoking as Frank Gavolio at the Senior Character Party. From Henry I now learned that the pres- ent year was 1936. This news lead me to be- lieve that I had been put to sleep for ten years by Gavolio's banana truck. Where I had been and what I had been doing during these yeare was beyond the scope of my imagination. At Annabel's house I received from Emily Alcock, the cook, as much food as I needed. She also informed me that the members of the Ladies' Afternoon Tea Club were in the house planning an entertainment which was to be given that evening in one of the down town theatres. While I was leaving Emily the Tea Club members began to file out of the front door and enter their automobiles. Among them I perceived Elizabeth Emery, Marguerite Watts and Ethel Eurbush. Shaking my head sadly, I took a short cut for the city across a nearby farm. The snoring of a seedy countryman, who lay sleeping next to a stonewall, now attracted by attention. His honest open face reminded me greatly of John Burke. In another section of the same farm, I stopped to watch Hub Starr start a pair of balky horses. This he did with great ease for Herbert always could start things go-