Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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4 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION On Friday night, November 21, a re- ception was given to the parents of the High School pupils in Cotting Hail. The teachers of the High School, as- sisted by Superintendent and Mrs. Scully, and by members of the School Board, received. The Seniors assisted wherever they could by ushering, help- ing The ladies to remove their hats and coats, and serving light refreshments. The reception was a great success, for a very large number of parents at- tended. Dorothy Munch played the piano while the parents were being introduced. The Girls’ Glee Club sang; the orchestra played: Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Scully spoke; Flton Mansell sang; also a girls' quartette. Altogether it was a very enjoyable evening. After the big victory of our cham- pionship cross country team at Ithaca. New York, a large crowd turned out to celebrate. Speeches were made in front of the new Town Hall by Mr. Scully. Mr. Noyes, chairman of the Board of Selectmen, and by Mr. Tup per, chairman of the School Board. Cheers were given each member of the team. The Zouaves furnished music, and The procession travelled about the streets for hours with red lights and enthusiasm 1 A very very merry Christmas to all readers of the Clarion, and may Santa Claus remember you every one!

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Arlington High School Clarion (entered as second class mail matter) Vol. XVII. Arlington, Mass, December, 1913 No. 2 THE CLARION Published Five Times during the School Year Terms: io cents per copy, 50 cents per Year CLARION BOARD Editor-in-Chief BEATRICE LOUISE HATCH Class Editors Albert Wunderlich, ’14 Eunice Eberhardt, ’16 Laura Robinson, ’14 Harold Bixby, ’16 Marion McLellan, ’15 Parry Reiche, ’17 Roger Hall, ’15 Eni 1 McClare, ’17 Edna Holt, ’17 Alumni Editor MARION BUSBEE, ’14 Business Manager EDWARD MEAD, ’14 Assistant PERCY JOHNSON, T5 Auditor MR. MITCHELL FACULTY Fred C. Mitchell, . • Principal George I. Cross, Sub-master Commercial Branches Frank V. Gordon, Sub-master Science Assistants Sarah J. Bullock . . . Mathematics Evangeline Cheney Commercial Branches Clara M. Trask ..... French Etta M. Richmond .... English Helener G. Robertson . . . Latin Carolyn R. Holt .... History Ethel H. Wood English, History and Latin Ruth Jennison . French and Mathematics Pearl Maynard . Science and Commercial Branches Alice R. Porter .... English j Mary G. Magner .... German Ruth Burdette . English and History Rebecca Wood . Latin, Mathematics and Science Alice Burtt . . . Commercial Branches Alfred C. Cobb . . Manual Training Fannie E. Fish .... Drawing Blanche E. Heard .... Music EDITORIALS A warm, glowing spark rises from the chimney, circles up into the air. Its journey is arrested, and for an in slant it remains motionless against the black sky forming one more of the myriad stars. Then slowly, majesti- cally, it descends to settle at length among some dry leaves in a crevice on the roof. Slowly the leaves catch tire, burning brighter and brighter. Then faster and ever faster the flames spread from shingle to shingle, from roof to 1 oof. Even so is the bond of friendship kindled; a warm, sparkling smile lights up a face, and in all who see it 1 here comes a response ; the heart is lighted to a warm glow. So each smile kindles an answering' smile; each glad heart forges a link in the chain of friendship, and link by link the chain grows. Now the token of friendship at Christmas time is a gift. It should not be t lie gift itself that pleases us, so much as the fact that the giver lias not forgotten us, that he counts him- self among the number of our friends, and friends are the priceless jewels set in our life. Therefore, there should be no time so happy, so joyous as the Christmas fide, because we are think- ing of our friends, and we know that our friends are thinking of us.

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THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 5 Til 10 Till H SIM KIT. Ilis name was Friend. It was an appropriate name, for lie had no enenn in (lie world. Friend was a little brown dog. He was not a pretty dog, but his de- Jieienev in appearance was more than counteracted by his wonderful intelli- gence. Nobody knew anything about Friend. He had no home, no master. The only food lie obtained was from refuse cans, the only kindness, from the people pass- ing his establishment every day. Friend was a business dog. He did not work for any firm or corporation. He was in business for himself, his work being to help mankind. Every day, at a crowded corner in the business section of a great city, Friend would be seen. He was a guide. When any old or infirm person came along, or any frivolous child, Friend was immediately at his side and would conduct him over the dangerous crossing to safety. All the teamsters knew Friend, and when they saw him coming they would stop their vehicles and allow him to pass with his precious party. Sometimes the person he was con ducting would know his intentions, sometimes they would not. When they knew, he was sure to get a kind word or pat, which would please him very much. When a person did not know his intention or did not recognize his service, he would look wistfully after him, and slowly make his way back to his post. One day if was (lie day before Christmas — Friend had an exceedingly hard day. The holidav rush was at its height, and the crowds were large and heedless. All day long the little dog had walked back and forth over the crossing, first with an infirm old lady, then with some heedless children. At ten o'clock at night there was no' decrease in the crowds. Friend was very tired, but he still kept on his mis- sion. He saw in the distance an old blind man coming, his heavy cane resound- ing on the asphalt pavement. Truly, here was one who needed protection. The dog was at his side in an instant, and together (hey started on their perilous journey. The wagons and automobiles seemed to be increasing as the night went on, until now there seemed to be an endless stream, all impatient to be moving on- ward. When Friend reached the mid- dle of the road he seemed surprised, for the teamsters did not stop for him as they usually did. He was just about to lead the blind man through a break in the line when an automobile came rapidly from the rear and struck him. He emitted a sharp, painful bark, and all was over. “Oh, its only a dog! He was killed by an automobile. Come on.” Only a dog! If some men had the kind and brave heart that that little dog had, and would so willingly risk their lives to help their human broth- ers, then there would be a true Christ- mas spirit, a spirit which the founder