Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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THE ARLINT.TOX HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 13 Autumn On Both Sides Of The Sea It is autumn, the time for harvesting. Beautiful red and yellow leaves cover the trees. The wind lilows and thousands of leaves fall like dust to the ground. The cro])S are ripe. In the fields of wheat the wind blows and makes the toj)s roll like great yellow waves. Apj)le trees are loaded with shiny, red aj)ples. Children jump into the soft piles of leaves. There is a ha])piness in harvest, yet it is mingled with a little sadness for the departed sum- mer. But on the other side of the sea another far different harvest is being gathered. The harvest is of men. The red crosses of the nurses are the red leaves. The yel- low faces of the dying Belgians are the yellow leaves. Like tiust they fall to the ground. The fields are of a grayish color, waves of gray and blue smoke j)ass over them, as the cannon roar, and the battle is waged. They are covered with the dy- ing bodies of both ally and foe. Aero- planes, like birds, dart here and there through the clouds of smoke. There is a sadness in this harvest; yet it is mingled with the great love that human beings feel for each other in times of great sorrow. These are two autumns. Le Roy Guibord, ’19. At Sunset The other afternoon just after sunset I was walking up the street towards my home. The afterglow of the sun’s rays had left the sky a glorious red with orange streaks, while above it the red shaded to pink, lavender, and then blue. While 1 was saying how beautifully the trees were darkly outlined against this mass of color, my frieiul seized my arm. “How wonderful!” she cried. And 1 looked to where she was pointing. Truly, what we saw silenced us l)oth, and filled us with something like awe. From the squat tower of the church the flag was being lowered. We watched it come slowly downward, black against tbe fiery red of the sky. It was a most imj)ressive sight, and we stood still, watching, until the flag disap- j)eared into the dark masses of trees. A feeling of patriotism welled up at the sight; again and again the picture re- turned to my mind, and with it came the And the wanntli of the summer is lost. hojte that as lotig as this world lasts other jteojtle will see Old Glory waving tri- umphantly over them, only being pulled down by gentle hands at night to preserve its beauty. Alberta Pond, ’19. o AUTUMN'S REGIME. Summer is fading, Like to a maiden Who from sickness lias withered away Autumn is dawning, .S|ueading its warning Little liy little each day. Harsh winds are blowing. Discomfort is growing. From the city to country abode, All are iire|)aring For times which are nearing. Well heaped is the liarvester's load. Cold are the dawnings. Brisk are the mornings, Tlie dew of the autumn is frost. The elm trees are moaning. The saplings are groaning, Marion KELUitt, '18.

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12 THE ARUXCTOX HKill SCHOOL CLAHIOX Fear Conquered “Ouch! Lenime alone!” “Sh ! Somebody is trying to break into the camp! I beard them trying the door knob.” “How could they? We locked the screen doors.” A grunt and a snore, and Marion was fast asleej). In spite ol all the pokes and ])incbes wbicb I bestowetl upon her, she would not wake 11]). We were alone in the camp, with only Bastruji’s dog to protect us. He was lame in one leg, blind in one eye, and couldn’t see out of the other. As long as be went by the name of dog we felt some- what safer than if we bad been alone. I still persisted that someone was trying the door knob, and as I could not go to slee]), no matter bow I tried, I got out of bed and marched downstairs, armed with a shoe and hair lirusb, which were the only weajions of war I could bud. I was about half-way down the stairs when I beard the faintest noise jiossible. It seemed to come from the bottom of the stairs. My heart fairly jumped into my mouth, and for a few seconds I thought it stopped beating altogether. Forgetting eyery thing except the fear of an intruder, 1 bred the shoe down the stairs. A terribc yelj) followed. The dog bad been sleep- ing at the foot of the stairs, and it was be that made all the noise. When be scratched bis neck, bis collar made a noise wbicb 1 thought sounded like some one trying a doorknob. 1 went sheepishly back to bed. I still felt sleej)less and nervous. In a few mo- ments 1 got np again and went to the win- tlow. As 1 looked out on the woods wbicb surrounded us on three sides, and the lake in front, the moon, wbicb bad been behind a cloud, came out. It shone calmly down on us and made the woods look decidedly peaceful. As I stood there I wondered bow any person could be j)rowling through those woods looking for barm, and instantly all my fears vanished. Im- mediately I went back to bed and, in sj)ite of all the noises the dog made during the night, I slej)t jieacefully. Ruth Edwards, ’20. The Twins ddie twins stand on the mantelj)iece, fresh and demure as when they came from far-off Dresden. They are daintily clothed in soft shades of blue and pink, with gold beading fantastically arranged to serve as trimmings to their frocks. Very bewitch- ing indeed are these dolls, with their dim- pled cheeks and laughing eyes; and j)er- baj)s if one would let one’s imagination wander far enough, they would detect a certain amount of proper sadness behind those laughing eyes. Many, many times have the fingers of the youngsters itched with longing to cud- dle them; but always when this temptation ai'ose memories of threatening words about the back of mother’s hair brush or other such devices used for the same pur- ])ose went through their little minds, so the temptation jjassed, and ])laythings of a natnre less dangerous to the welfare of their feelings were adopted. You see, the twins had a history. Hav- ing been once the playthings of two real twins who had gone to a hapj)ier home in the ])ast, they were treasured by the older members of the family, and, of course, held their j)lace supreme against all new intruding ornaments. Anna L. Prendergast, ’19.

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THE A. A. A. Well, we’re off. Talk about school sj)irit! 'iell, I guess we’ll have ath- letics in our school after all, when over o5 per cent of the students in our grand old school belong to the Athletic Association. For the benefit of our friends we will say that a tax of five cents a week j)er capita is put on each pupil in our school. This includes everyhotly, hut it is strictly voluntary. When in a school of over 6.50 over 85 per cent of the scholars enlist of their own accord in the Athletic .Association, we can rest assured of meet- ing our expenses at any time. That is what the words “school sj)irit” mean to us in the Arlington High. — o — FOOTBALL. At the first call for candidates thirty- seven athletes “to he” responded, a fine showing for the initial call. The day the call was issued the hoys were given a little “bean work” by the Principal, Mr. Burtt, who “notified” the hoys that no matter who won, playing sijuare was the game, and being good losers true sportsmanship. It is easily seen that Mr. Burtt does not know Arlington hoys or he would not have needed to say that. Being mostly all rookies, the squad is aliout as green as the freshmen, hut they are down every day on the field jiractising and drilling and slowly rounding into hard, solid, steady, machine-like gridiron men. Arlington, 1,3; Boxbury Latin, 0. They’re off! The first game has been jilayed, on October 12, and won by the hoys on our home grounds. Roxhury brought out a squad of good jilayers, hut they didn’t have the punch when it was needed. At the kick-off Gearv got the hall, hut didn’t get far before he w'as tackled. Then the hoys “went to it,” and from the beginning of the first quarter till the last of the last quarter the Arlington hoys pulled and pushed the hall down the field. In the very first half Moore got away for a thirty-yard run. Then between Geary, Cadagan, Silver, and Moore they worked the hall down to within Roxhury’s five- yard line. Then Geary used his head, and by a center rush by Moore, followed im- mediately by another by Silver, Arlington scored her first touchdown for the year. Good hoy. Silver! Then it was nip and tuck for the rest of the game, till in the last quarter “Red” Cadagan drilled his wav over the line for Arlington’s second touchdown. Fine work, “Red”! The goal w’as kicked, and Arlington had