Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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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

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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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THE ARUN(;T()X high school clarion 15 won its first game, 13-0. Our lineup: Hadley, Sexton . . . r.e. Viano r.t. White, Anderson . r-g- Adams c. Odenweller 1-g- Johnson, Smith . . , l.t. Kennison he. Gearv (T.l). Moore, Danton . . . l.h.b. Silver f.b. Cadagan r.h.b. Touchdowns — Silver, Cadagan. 1 nipire — Buckley. Referee — Gilbert. Head Linesman — lost Time — Four 1 0-minute periods. Dorchester High, 6; Arlington High, 6. The Arlington High School srpiad hiked to the Spy Pond Field on October 15, there to encounter the Dorchester eleven. The game commenced at 2.45 j). m. From the first whistle to the last our hoys outplayed their opponents in every de])artment of the game. But we succeeded in getting across the white line beneath their goal posts only once, Cadagan registering the only touch- down, while Dorchester made its score by plowing down the field to our ten-yanl line, and then their plucky full Ijack suc- ceeded in gaining our goal j)ost for a touchdown. During the rest of the game the hall remained mostly in Dorchester’s territory, without any scoring. When the final whistle blew, the ball was in our ])OS- session on Dorchester’s 15-yard line. Moore, Cadagan, Silver, Geary, Kenni- son j)layed well for the Bed and Gray, while Henderson was the bright light on the Dorchester team. ur lineup: Smith, Hadley Viano, Danton l.t. White Adams Odemveller 1-g. Anderson l.t. Kennison Geary qb. -Moore l.h.b. Silver f.b. Cadagan Touchdowns — Cadagan, Henderson. Referee — Sullivan. Umpire — Gilliert. Head Linesman — Ryan. Time — Four 12-minute periods. o Arlington, 12; Needham, 0. Another big game yvon by Arlington, and one fougbt against good odds, too. The first half yvas nip and tuck, for Need- ham had a good, solid team, and it almost looked as if our squad had found its eipial. Every inch of ground yvas contested by both sides, and no big gains were made, since tbe wind (jiieered practically every forward pass. But in tbe second half things began moving. Suddenly Cadagan slipped around the left end with the ball, and was only stojqied yvhen nearly under the shade of the goal. Tyvo center rushes followed, and then the hall, two yards from the line, all yvaited breathless to see Silver plunge through under the goal. The ball yvas in motion; Silver rusbed straight ahead, but “Red” Cadagan, yvith the pigskin, cleared the left end and scored for Arlington. After that Needham seemed to have lost some of her grit, and Silver succeeded in scoring again. Both of the goals follow- ing the touchdoyvns failed on account of the yvind.