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

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ice, I Jssible ng to n en- me is hat if ' dash fresh : girl some ntly, mire Jcks. watch . my arch run the 'ards like Llflt- 41 MY GREATEST AMBITION I have an ambition. It is not to make a million dollars, nor to play center Held for the Brooklyn Dodgers. It has always been my ambition to be an engineer. For years I have dreamed of standing beside my own Diesel or steam engine, of feeling the surge of power as these mighty engines swing into action, of standing by the switch-board and controlling twenty thousand horse power by the flicking of a switch or the turning of a steam valve. To be able to do these things would assure me that I was of some benefit to my com- munity and to mankind. I should be able to see in the products of industry a little bit of myself, a little bit of my labor which is essential to the welfare of mankind. I should know that I am needed and appreciated by the world. I should know that without the work I was doing, in- dustrial progress could not move forward quite so rapidly. To be an engineer does not set one up as a public figure. The engineer is never publicly acclaimed for his good work, but in the appreciation of the things he helps produce is a little praise for him. I If I could succeed in doing these things, I should consider my ambition fulfilled, and I should be content with my lot in life. ROBERT CAMBRIDGE MY GREATEST JOY I find my greatest joy in evening walks. I walk alone, usually between the hours of ten and twelve, and during all seasons of the year, whether in rain, in sleet, or in snow. In summer I like nothing better than to walk along a lonely country road listening and watching for the approaching thunderstorm. In winter, when the sky is clear, I walk because I like to feel the cold night air. I like to study the same landscape by moonlight and by sunlight. On these walks I think, usually, about intangible things. I forget my worries and disappointments from the world of reality. Many times I walk only to let off steamf, After an especially trying day, or after an argument with some friend a walk seems to lighten things and to clear the uatmospheref, Soon I find myself laughing at my earlier misgivings. My greatest joy is to walk alone. It is a pleasure I hope never to relinquish. It is safe, sane, economical and highly profitable. JOHN FITZGERALD QHIIQYIIUZIQB TWENTY-SEVEN ' i

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Creative riting MY GREATEST DISLIKE I have always disliked theme-writing and I think I always shall. In the first place, I haven't the gift of gab which is needed in writing. Without this skill, it is almost impossible to compose an interesting or humorous essay. Because of my deficiency, I sit for hours trying to figure out how to say a thing which a gifted person could say in two seconds. As for punctuation, I'm always placing commas in the wrong places or omitting them en- tirely. After all, what does punctuation mean to a theme if the idea is all there? A theme IS just as funny or just as dry in spite of all periods, commas, or exclamation marks. Lastly, I have the greatest difficulty in writing a conclusion to my essay. I believe that if I have said all that I want to say, I should stop! But I puzzle a long time before I finally dash down a few more meaningless words. No matter how much effort I put into my themes, I shall never be a writer. VIRGINIA JULIAN MY BIGGEST MISTAKE Everyone knows how spring affects the young man's fancy. The birds, the bees, the fresh green grass, the bright, warm sun and gentle spring breezes all make a walk with one's best girl a most delightful occasion. After I had called for my current interest in life, we decided upon a hike through some fields and meadows which proved to be slightly damp as a result of recent spring rains. Presently, we arrived at an especially marshy spot. Here some cows had trampled the ground into a mire almost impassable for one with ordinary shoes. XVhat luck! Off came my moccasins and socks. Then, gently, I lifted my dream and proceeded to wade the width of that all too short patch of muddy ground. Having deposited safely my light burden, I trotted carelessly back for my socks and moccasins. Suddenly, I heard a ripping sound and felt a sharp stab of pain in the arch of my right foot. A quick look showed me blood pouring from a deep, jagged wound. I had run on a piece of broken glass! The little lady ran for help while I did what I could for the gash. NVhen my father and a friend finally came, they had to carry me several hundred yards to a car. It was several weeks before I could walk on my bad foot. I have learned my lesson. This gallantry stuff is not for me. Should I encounter like circumstances in the future, the lady will do her own walking around any obstruction encount- ered-AND MY SHOES WILL STAY GN ! ! ! DAVID MEAD 'TXYENTY-SIX Bug I ha BrooklYn It l beside m swing in by the l To munity a little A needed 2 dustrial To acclaime praise fc Ifi should l I H and twe I Ill approacl cold nig I li usually, reality, an afgui Soon I My eC0I1omiI igilgri

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MY FAVORITE PICTURE I enjoy sunsets more than any other beauty in nature. Some sunsets exceed others in their beauty. One I shall never forget. On an opposite hill I watched the sun sink slowly behind a snow-clad top. Clouds spurted from the peak upward and outward in the manner of a fountain. Behind and all around this mountain the sky was a clear blue. As the sun slipped lower and lower, the redder it became. Finally a red fountain spurted from an even redder ball on a snow-white peak. Clouds helped to form a kind of geyser. The clear blue of the sky in the background brought out the vividness of the white peak. This sunset was the most unusual and gorgeous one that I had ever seen. EDITH DAYTON TO Mitch , THE GUCD NATURED MAN Un re: A Piece of Gum? Why the pail and mop, good Mitchell? Gracious, why the pail? Will, when sweeping hard won't touch it, Mopping it remove? Gracious, why the pail? Why the saw and file, staunch Mitchell? Gracious, why the tools? Will, when scraping hard can't budge it, Cutting flooring fool us? Gracious, why the tools? Quit, quit for shame! 'Tis there to stay: You cannot melt it. If of itself it will not go, No one can move it: The mice can chew it! PHILIP THAYER QAnd Sir John Sucklingj TWENTN'-ElcH'r mug 3 Our becoming Jim H the Gm Human and orch social de. ing in tl pilgrimag In S and M.' squads. 5 again as M.V. l In o school ac fifth any Graphic Thayer x were iille Merito S. to: a sec. The May exams ar Whc uM.V.,, Freshmar PFIHCQH V we addec SeI'lI0I'S W Senior We Iaflgl-fl