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

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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

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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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their mind a ntain. llower, -white round rgeous H41 Class Day The Pilgrimage of the Class of '41 OL11' C1258 commenced its journey through Amherst High School in the usual way. After becoming adjusted to strange surroundings, we began to make ourselves known. Dave Mead, Jim Holdsworth, and M.V. Rice were chosen to guide our class through the first year. When the Greatest Show on Earth came to Amherst High, one of the feature attractions was the Human Cannon Ball,', otherwise known as the Allen twins. We were represented in the band and orchestra, and when Pinafore', was given, members of '41 appeared in the chorus. Our social debut was made at the Freshmen Reception. His just Desserts, a comedy, was our offer- ing in the Interclass Plays. With a feeling of satisfaction, we completed the first stage of our pilgrimage, and retired for the summer. In September we returned to familiar surroundings. This year Dave , Ruthie Connor, and M.V.', were our oilicers. Presently we found some of our class on the various varsity squads. Several positions on the GraphicU staff were filled by our members. With Miss Churchill again as our coach, we produced Luncheon for Sixf, In a Beauty Contest, staged by the seniors, M.V. Rice, to the glory of ,41, carried off the cup and the title of Miss Amherst High. In our opinion, the junior year was our most outstanding. We entered whole-heartedly into school activities, with Dave , Jim Holdsworth, and M.V. as officers. In honor of its twenty- fifth anniversary, the Graphic,' appeared in printed form. Jim Holdsworth managed the Graphic staff until February, when he transferred to Franklin and Marshall Academy. Phil Thayer was elected to take Jim's place. Most of the roles in the school play, Charm School , were filled by juniors. We succeeded in having more boys than girls admitted to the Junior Pro Merito Society. Honors in sports went to many junior athletes. We gave the rest of our time to: a second circus, Debating Club, and our play The Wedding, coached by Mr. Herlihey. The Mayday setting of the Junior Prom, our first formal class dance, was a great success. With exams and the Senior Reception, we finished an eventful year. When we returned to Amherst High in September, 1940, with Phil Thayer, Dave , and M.V.,' as officers, we realized that we had begun the final lap of our journey. After the Freshman Reception, we began work on the Gold Bug. The leads for the operetta Forest Prince were given to seniors. Oran Boyd was piano soloist at the Christmas concert. In March we added another accomplishment. With Ebb Tide,', written and coached by Mr. Myrick, the seniors were victorious in the Interclass Play Contest. As the months sped by, the events of senior week became a reality, and our four years as pilgrims came to an end. EDITH DAYTON MARJORIE FRENCH liilgrimage TwENTY.Nms W rn V I- I . -...-.-a.f.,- K 71- '