Weymouth High School - Campus / Reflector Yearbook (Weymouth, MA)

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' re ®ii ARGE bodies move slowly, and the final prepara- tions for the departure of the 1914 caravan proves quite complicated and confusing. After a long Hunt the whip is found to be missing, but Hollis, with his ever handy knife, says he will Whittle a new one. Wait for Irene, calls Edith, She stopped to call for Wintfred. Oh Florence, I just know we ' ll be too crowded when we get the Ry-an the Wh eat-on, moans Lil- lian. Well, by the Powers, we have a Young passenger. Let him be a Walker. Here ' s a Cain to help you, shouts Dwver. Wait for us at the herring brook. They say the (w)HoL(e)BRooK is R(e)illv, moans Susie to Grace. Scoot, Toby, to the Baker. We ' ll want a lunch. We can call on the Gardner at Nash ' s Corner for fresh lettuce, vol- unteered Tirrell. He ' s a New-man and Rosnell says he ' s fine. Pray tell us if we look presentable, Catherine M(e)uses. Shall we find any wild flowers? I can see a Marguerite that ' s not only Wild(e), but Wilder, chuckles Catherine, but she ' s such a Trainer, no one heeds her pun. Here come Ruth and Eleanor. Now we ' re Reidy. All aboard ! My, don ' t we ' Shine ' ! — F. D. P., ' 14. TO THE STARS Little Stars, O tell me, pray ! Who are you, that sparkle so ? We are but the host of angels Sent to Heaven, from earth below. Little Stars, what is your purpose In God ' s Heaven, in the sky ? We are sent here by our Father To be shining lights on High. Little Stars, so bright and holy, Shall I be with you some day ? Shall I shine so clear among you And light the wanderer on his way ? ' Little sister, you shall join us, You shall come some future day When the dear, kind loving Father Shall have taken your soul away. Then, O stars, I ' m now contented Here, on earth, with friends to be, For, through deeds of loving k : nJness My dearest wish is promised me. — H. B. H.: 14.

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Robert Mckee to be a credit to his name and his country, and he took it. He glanced out the window, then he coughed, moved restlessly in his seat, and looked at the clock as though it might be walking away with the wall. Failing in this, he be- gan a series of fidgetings, and evinced a sudden interest in one of the pictures that hung before him. The teacher eyed him over her book, but paused in doubt, and called on Donk Brown to recite. Mckee sighed ponderously — an unmistakable sigh of relief — but resumed his anxious bearing when Donk fal- tered, held his head above water for a few seconds only, and then sank despairingly to flunker ' s depths. Madam Hart took a mental stock of her scalps, waited, and then finally said, con- tinues, M ' sieur Mckee. Robert gave a very creditable start, considering that he had been watching her from beneath his lids for the last two min- utes. But he remained motionless in his seat. At last he rose. That ' s it, Mr. Mckee, said the teacher, It won ' t cost you anything to try. Then Mckee gave an exact translation. Why, Mr. Mckee ! I ' m really surprised, said Madam, when he had sat down. Mckee pinched himself, and said under his breath, Took a fall out of you that time, Madam. It ' s somewhat of a novelty to have you respond at all, but — this — How ' d you do it ? Her tone was wholly agreeable. Mckee replied languidly that he didn ' t know. Possible! Possible! murmured the teacher, Now turn over to page 108. Yes ! Page 108, and apply your talent to the translation there. What ? Can ' t do it ? Not prepared ? Why, Mr. Mckee, this certainly is curious. How do you account for it ? Thought the lesson ended on page 107 ? Well, I ' m sorry. I don ' t see why you can ' t do page 108 after such a beautiful translation. Mckee swore under his breath. Well, you come in tonight and see me. No, a dentist ' s ap- pointment won ' t excuse you. Come immediately after school. When Mckee dragged himself into the room that afternoon it was empty, save for the teacher. She was sorting papers, and bade him sit down. He did so for one hour. The breeze came in at the window and on its breath the scents of spring. Shouts came up from the diamond, cries from the walk below. The tramp of feet grew less and less heavy in the corridor and finally died away altogether. The school grew as silent and as ( Continued on page 2$ ) [6]

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EFORE one can enjoy the Agassiz Museum to its fullest extent it is necessary to become acquainted with the man who made it possible — Jean Louis Rodolphe Agassiz, better known as Louis Agassiz. Louis was born in 1807 in the little village of Me- tier, Switzerland. His love for nature was shown very earl)-. When he was a little fellow he turned the stone basin back of his home into an aquarium ; there he made his first collection of fishes. When he was ten years old he was sent to school at Bienne. Later, Agassiz studied medicine, but befo re taking his degree he changed his course of study to that of natural history. His first position was that of Professor of Natural History at Neuchatel. Agassiz left this position to accept the Professor- ship of Geology and Mineralogy at Geneva. He held this posi- tion until his departure for the United States in 1846. This journey to America was to be one of exploration in connection with his scientific work. When Agassiz left Europe, he ex- pected to return in about two years, but he did not return until 1859, and then only for a visit. Soon after his arrival in Amer- ica Agassiz became Professor of Natural history at Harvard University. From this time he was closely identified with Cam- bridge. When Agassiz accepted the professorship at Harvard there were neither collections nor laboratories to aid him in his work. The use of an old wooden shanty on the bank of the Charles River was allowed him however, and he soon had it fitted up for his collections. It also served as a dissection room. This fact is worth noting, for here was the beginning of the Museum of Comparative Zoology at Harvard. Agassiz ' s great ambition had been to have a zoological mu- seum that should be systematically arranged. He was able to carry out this desire to a marked degree by the legacy of Mr. Francis Gray for a Museum of Comparative Zoology with the provision that this money should not be used for buildings or salaries, but simply for the scientific needs of such an institu- tion. The will also stated that neither the collections nor any building which may contain the same shall ever be desig- nated by any other name than the Museum of Comparative Zoology at Harvard. This provision has not been carried out for the museum is now commonly known, and justly too, as the Agassiz Museum. This contribution received, Agassiz went industriously to work to influence the Legislature to grant money for a build-