Amherst Regional High School - Goldbug Yearbook (Amherst, MA)

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H HF. prophecy? Alas, the door of the cave, opened to admit those curious ones who are always with us, desiring to know their future, whether happy or no, has allow ' ed the busy breeze, ever inquisitive, to enter and to stir Fateful Leaves of Prophecy into hopeless confusion. But hold! The kindly Sibyl lends a gracious ear to our pleading and consents to rearrange the scattered leaves in their former order — those leaves inscribed with the future fortunes of the Class of 1919. We, likewise curious, read the dire inscriptions and not wishing to con- ceal that which is due to others, here set down the Fates. W e see you, O. Donald Ashley, after a forty years candidacy, a dignified member of the School Committee of Amherst. In the obscure distance of the passing years arises the image of a plumber, whom on closer inspection, we find to be Roger Baker of The Mutual Plumbing and Charging Company. The pious, bewhiskered countenance of Paul Bowles appears every Sunday morning in the third pew from the front. Deacon Bowles has his own ideas on such vices as dancing and card-playing . Alice Brooks, renowned designer of interior decorations, is now a permanent decoration of the andersnort Mansion of Long Island. She has recently accepted the presidency of the Anti-Gum League of America. Howard Butterfield, world-famed politician, pugilist, painter and playwright is promoting a plan for propagating pineapples in Paris. Howard has married a French coquette. We see Boss Canavan rolling down Fourth Avenue in a huge, orange Bumpmo- bile limousine. “Poky” won in the last election by a 189,365 plurality. Dora Clark has become the star feature at the Hippodrome. The theatre has been thronged for five months. Her ninety-foot dive last winter caused a riot. 27

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But we did not give all our time to athletics, drill and the stage; we showed up well in scholarship. W ith our new building had come a new society, the first of its kind in Amherst High School, “Pro Merito!” Admission to this is the reward for keeping an average standing for three years of eight-five percent. Early in our Senior year the pins were awarded. Seniors! After three short, weary years we have arrived at that coveted position of honor and privilege denied to others. W e are now on the home stretch and our course is almost run. For our leaders in this last lap we chose: President, Donald Shumway; Idee President, Roger Baker; Secretary and Treasurer, Susan Paige. Under their captaincy we are rapidly approaching the goal, and the day of days. Graduation, is at hand. W e are making the most of our opportunity to make this last year the climax of our course. W’e have been badly handicapped by an enforced vacation of two months in the fall, which resulted in increased effort on our part to finish the re- quired amount of work before the last of June. But we are putting out a class book, the record in this school, that shall stand as a monument to the Class. W e had a new principal this year, Mr. Charles Lester Smith. W’e were certainly sorry to see Air. Wingate go, and we wfish him the best of success in his new posi- tion. It w ' as mentioned above that we were a class that does things, and this is offered as proof. Mr. Marshall went after we had been in High School a year. Mr. W ingate lasted two years and we are now on our third principal. W’e are nearly as hard on superintendents. Air. Reed remained only two years after our advent and Air. Brooks, after one year has had to take a leave of absence. So closes the history of an unusual class. Let us hope that Graduation Day will be but the commencement of new conquests and new achievements to the glory and honor of the Class of 1919.

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Madam Helen Connor has obtained the coveted position of sole agent for whale- bone corsets, manufactured by the Bethlehem Steel Corporation; guaranteed not to rust, break or wear out. Ask the man who wears one. e of the four hundred will in future years taste of the unparalleled fare of Chef Jereau Croilet as we entertain at the A’aldorf-Astoria. Celia Davis, a model nurse maid, takes care of the four beautiful children of Ruth , nee Phillips, whose duties do not allow her time to take care of her infants. Dr. E. Porter Dickinson has astounded the literary world by his disclosure of Shakespeare’s inability to write plays. The Doctor has been an authority and critic on the drama, since his book “Shakespeare’s Fallacies” was published. Stephen Duval, who delighted in high school days in fitting the slim feet of his classmates with dainty boots, is sole owner of a Hadley Shoe Manufacturing es- tablishment. The town clerk is to be supplied with all the statistics, public and private, of the township of Amherst by his efficient stenographer, Florence Eddy. Oh! cruel Fates! Eleanor Eastman regularly attends the church of Rev. Harold Keefe in her quaint, old-fashioned , little bonnet. She loves the quiet, celestial services and lives in perfect old-maidhood. Helen Elder has realized the fond ambition of her youth. Having founded twenty-three mission schools for the dusky Hindus, she has been named the great “Mudjigugalib” by the race of her loving heathen. Behold on the billboards of the Amherst Alotion picture theatres the name of Gladys Glazier, the famous actress, who more than filled the shoes of Mary Pick- ford on her retirement from the stage in 1952. After years of discussion and disagreement, the building contract of the Amherst Library has been given to Contractor Walter Harrington, a man of taste and talent. Katherine Harris has but recently returned from her study of Grand Opera in Munich and in Paris. The critics say that she has a voice “like the silver tones of gentle cowbells.” Henry Hawley is in the six foot box beneath the sod. He plunged to his dis- truction while driving at a reckless pace on the summit of Mt. Tom, mourning for his unheathenizing Helen. His remains were unrecognizable. After having been disappointed in love, thrice, Mildred Hollis jumped from the bridge at Mill ’alley. Had it not been for the energetic and untiring effort of Mr. Randolph, who was passing by in his “automobile,” she would have met an indescribable death. Fate is against Melbourne Hollis, who wanted to be a newspaper editor, a banker, an army officer, or all three. He has charge of one of the floors at Towne’s De- partment Store. 28