Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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f) THE AHITNTiTON HIGH SCHOOL CLAHION THE CLARION BOX. The Clarion Box in the library has re- ceived more contributions for the paper luring the last month than ever before! This is surely a great encouragement to those who have been working to make our paper a success, for it shows that the school has begun to take an interest in it. But this is only a beginning. The school as a whole doesn’t realize as yet just what the Clarion should mean to it, and what are its obligations to the Clarion. The value of a high school paper is recognized by practically every school of our size all over the country; for such a sheet, with the proper support, should be a stimulus to school activity and school life, by arousing and guiding the interest and en- thusiasm of the whole student body in everything worth while which the school undertakes. But a paper cannot do this if it realizes that every student is not sup- porting it. Then, too, the high school paper is a written record of the school it represents, a record read by the towns- people, and, through its exchanges, by hundreds who, by it, form their opinion of our town. It is clearly your duty to help us make it a success this year. The Clarion can be a force in this school, but it needs your whole-hearted support to make it so. o Teacher: “Use ‘influential’ in a sen- tence.” Bright Pupil: “I had a little bird named Ential. I opened the window' and in flew Ential.” A .SLIDE FOR A RIDE I was staying on a farm Where they kept a horse. Brother stood there looking on, Father was the boss. I placed a chair beside this horse, Who was very old and thin. And then I thought I'd take a chance. So I climbed up on to him. He didn’t like it very well. Thought he’d dance around: He stood up on his hind legs. And I slid to the ground. Daddy came and picked me up. Brother held the horse, I said that I had had enough. And walked off feeling cross. ■So this happened, don’t you see. When I thought I’d take a ride? The horse he danced and reared right up. So I only took a slide. Helen Snow, ’20. o Try patronizing some of our advertisers, and let them know that it is because they advertise in the Clarion. It would really help a great deal. The Clarion would appreciate several good, new cuts for the editorials, calendar, or alumni notes. Can you draw? Our subscription list this year is double that of last year, but there are many more who should subscribe. Do you realize that it costs 18 cents to print this copy of the Clarion?

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“DO YOUR ALL!” In tliese days of war we hear a great deal aI)out doing our “Iiit.” Too many people take this literally, and their share toward our nation’s effort is apt to he only a “hit,” and a very small hit. These are times when everyone should realize that he is called ujnm to do, not only his “hit,” hut his “all.” In other words, he must put every day to some definite use, must make every hour tell, and must guard against being, directly or indirectly, a hindrance to the great national movement. It is best, as we have often Iieen told, that we should continue our education here in order to take the place of the thousands of edu- cated young men who are leaving for the fields of battle. But, while we are doing nothing directly for our country, it is our jiart to make the most of this time so that we can take our places as soon as possible and shall he as well eipiipped for those places as we have been able to make our- selves in the time spent on our education. This means that we are to make the best use of every jieriod in school and of every hour out. If we are iilling through the year on five points less than we are able to carry, we are not doing our “all.” If we are s]iending our evenings at the movies, we are wasting our time and money in a way that does us absolutely no good, and are helping to pay a man somewhere to stay at home when he ought to he at the front. And let us remember the little things that Mr. Hoover talks about, for not until this whole nation does “its all” shall we win the great war! o OLR FRESHMEN. This year the upper classes are watching their new schoolmates of the class of 1921 with a special interest. They are of the first class to graduate from the Junior High after having completed its two-year course. The success of the Junior High idea will he shown by the spirit and enthusiasm with which this class enters u|)on its high school course this year. Have these two years, during which they have been finding themselves as a class, succeeded in giving them the true idea of high school life and spirit? We hear promising reports of the sujiport which they have already given to the athletic association; and all seems to indicate that the class of 1921 is losing no time in find- ing its true place among the others of the school.

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The Drafted Men oh. Legions! sailing out to sea, Wliither do you go? Oh, men from all America, From Maine to Mexico! Oh, Legions! sailing on to France, LIpon what errand hound? To fight for world’s democracy LIpon world's battle ground. Oh, Legions! sailing valiantly Ofi toward the rising sun: You are Humanity's great hope. Her last, her only one. Claka Allkn, '18. o His Luck Sergeatit Shaw, V.C., No. 2()(),89T, 2i;ci Nortliaiii()totishire Reginieiit. The War Office has decided to act u])oa the recommendation of your commanding officer, . e., that you he granted an honor- able discharge and he allowed to return home to England. In view of your service hotli in the present and the Boer war, and because of your loss of two sons in His Majesty’s service, the War Office has de- cided to grant you your discharge. Seely, Col. War Office, Whitehall, London. Over and over the veteran read the let-