Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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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-

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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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,s Till-: AHF.IXC.TON HIGH SCHOOL CLAHION ter. Home! Home after three years’ figliting in France! Surely, as his com- ratles said, his luck could not he beaten. The day seemed never-ending so great was his tiesire to he off. When finally the next morning he swung aboard a returning supply truck and started on the first stage of his journey, he was as hajjpy as it was possible to be. Everything was peaceful; nothing seemed to he stirring save, high in the sky, a white speck — an aeroplane. Suddeidy a high, whining screech was heard, then a terrific roar, and a high col- umn of dust and smoke arose. What had been the truck was now oidy a heap of wreckage. High above in the sky a German aero- plane signalled to the hichlen batteries, “Cease firing!” J. Morgan, ’19. Subway Suliways sometimes have very interest- ing scenery. This does not consist of the subway itself, which is a bewildering mix- u]) of lights and noises. It centers more in the types of jieople that travel through them. Take a seat in a train and study the types opposite. Here sits a young lady of twenty-three or twenty-four, dressed in the height of fashion, with a bored look on her face. She is going in to a matinee, and she just knows the show will be poor. Beside her is a woman of about forty, with a large bag. She is going sho])ping, and her eyes are al ready kindled with the light of the fray. Next to her sits an im]josing jierson with his hair cut a la William Jen- nings Bryan, a frock coat, a cane and black silk gloves. He sits there sujiremely un- conscious that his hitched-up trousers show that he wears no socks. Several gig- gling schoolgirls are going in to the mov- ies. They are greatly interested in some- thing she said to me ami I said to her. There is a small boy who seems to have some strange affliction. Everv moment his face is convulsed in a spasm of such vehemence that it threatens to shake off Scenery his hat. This exhibition is noiseless, and seems to be caused by some nervous dis- ease. Einally he yawns and the mystery is solved. He is chewing gum. Beside him sits the inevitable knitter. Sbe is an expert, and tbe jarring of the train does not affect her in the slightest. Einally the boy beside her gives a wriggle and causes her to drop a stitch. She glares at him and proceeds to remedy the damage. At the end of the seat sits a small man with pale face and close-cropped hair. His cheap suit and shoes and his furtive man- ner stamp him. He sits there dully except for a gleam of hatred when a stahvart policeman enters the car. And so the scenery changes, and in one trip we may see life on all its sides. William Kenniston, ’1 . o Try your hand at writing a sketch of some athlete, boy or girl, for our “Who's Who” ] age. We are glad to hear from Mr. Burtt through the column which has been jilaced at his disposal in the Clarion.