Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 11 WORDS Words are lakes Impulsive, mystical, Now gentle, now raging Enchanting in their many moods. Words are streams Rippling, laughing, M u rmu ring merrily Along mossy banks. Words are pools Placid, serene, Content to lie dreaming In idle tranquility. Words are seas Crashing and pounding In heavy surf Upon a rugged shore. — I). Blevins, ’26. IN WINTER Congealed vapor Slowly sifting, Making mounds And deeply drifting Blankets all the earth in white. Shimmering surface Crisply crackling, Ruthlessly The water shackling Hides the brooks and lakes from sight. Slurring sleds Steel skates ringing, Merry shouts Alumni The first of this year our Business Manager sent cards to all the members of the class of ' 25 asking them to sub- scribe to The Clarion. We were glad to receive very interesting and encour- aging letters from the following: Jane Gilmore, Smith College; Helen Stokes, De Pauw University; Edith Johnson, Mount Holyoke College; Warren Drouet. Exeter Academy; Claude Hig- gins, Earl Farmer, and Ethel Macmil- lan, at home. We thank you. And sharp air stinging — Winter is all youth’s delight. — Charles T. Atwood, ’26. TODAY AND TOMORROW What can I say of Mother? Mother, who understands, Mother, who works for me all day With weary, willing hands? What can I say of Mother? Sweet and brave and true, Mother, who trusts me all the time No matter what I do? Mother — she ' s my own Mother! If she should go away, Only then could I truly know What I should say today ! —Ruth Hopkins, ’26. WORDS With shadowings of green and gold And sprays of foaming blue The wavelets laugh and leap and dance On seas of sapphire hue. But coral caves and cities fair And forests lie below, And with their wondrous glory are The waves above aglow. Words are but light reflected from The hidden thought beneath, Whose mystery and purple depths No man may ever reach. — L. B., ’26. Louise Bradley, Poetry Editor. Notes Some of the former Arlington High School boys are prominent in athletics at Dartmouth College. Charles I. ( Sykes”) Hardy, ’21, a junior, played left tackle on flu varsity football team; A. Bob McPhail, another Exeter grad- uate, who now lives on Brooks Avenue, was first-string quarter back. Charlie Collins, ’22, is captain of the Cross Country team; Morrell Bott, ’22, is on the Freshman Cross Country squad, and Billy Andres, president of the

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THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 10 Soon the afternoon waned and a glorious, ever-clianging sunset trans- formed the great white hills around us to pale red ones. The reddish hues soon became gray and in a few minutes everything faded into darkness, and bitter cold clouds gathered in around ns for the night. II. Davis, ’2(5. NAILS As I drag my weary feet homeward every day at one, if I ' m lucky, I some- times think, with a sigh of relief, and a startling disregard of the half-dozen books in my arms, that my cares are over for the day. lint as soon as I enter the front door my illusions are shattered in this manner: “What have you done to your stock- ing? It’s ripped! How did you do it? Why don’t you have the chair fixed? You mustn’t wear silk stockings to school again. What, you ' ve ripped the other one too !” “I can’t help it. I can ' t fix the chairs.” “Can ' t you complain? I)o other people ruin their stockings?” A foolish thing to fnss about, per- haps, but really, my father will become bankrupt soon. And I am not alone in this complaint — oh no! At almost any time one may hear the same cry, — “Oh ! I ripped my stocking on that darn chair !” Undignified language? Oh, possibly —but if you have had the experience you know how exasperating it is. Can’t something be done to the rough nails in many of the chairs in A. II. S.? WRITING EDITORIALS FOR THE CLARION IN THIRD PERIOD ENGLISH CLASS To quote Miss Sydnor — “Oh, woe!” If you could see the expressions on the faces about me you would repeat, “Oh, woe!” Evidently, Thanksgiving has left more heads than mine abso- lutely blank, empty, a vacuum! Doro- thea seems dazed. Dick is depressed. Harold is puzzled. Francis is deep, deep, in thought. Esther is going to weep in a moment ! Only Ruth is busy — her jaw working faster than her pen. I wish Margaret would stop biting her nails! Ah, Barbara has an inspira- tion ! That inspiration seems to have a good effect on the “girl in lavender,” behind her. She, too, has joined the meager ranks of the busy. Now, slowly but surely, things are beginning to hum — I mean, scratch. One by one the heads are bending over paper, and I believe Miss Treat shows a happier expression. She was wor- ried at first. We all could see that. Tt would have been a shame if we had left class with nary a theme for her brightening up a bit. I wish some- thing would happen. George has stopped writing and is beginning to think! Bad sign! There are only a few now who are still undecided as to what subject they will favor with their ideas and views. If only Francis would decide! The others do change their expressions — which shows that the wheels are turning a bit — but his expression hasn ' t changed for the last fifteen minutes! I’m getting nervous. I wish Miss Treat would say some- thing! I’m sure lie ' s in a stupor. What is that! Ah-h-h ! He has moved! His hand is moving to the inkwell — he dips his pen — he writes — a. masterpiece is forthcoming! Ilis movement has affected the whole class. Dorothea is no longer dazed. There is an inspired look upon her face as she writes swiftly and surely. Dick is joyous. He must be writing a hymn in praise of The Clarion. Har- old is satisfied. Evidently he has thought of a new “slam” for Virginia. In this issue he will probably say she is talking like a Freshman, or some- thing equally as extinct. Oh, well — many things, including dignity and fin- ger nails, must be sacrificed for our Clarion. Again Tiie Clarion is vic- tor — and we have done our bit to make it so. A story was passed in by A. Law- rence Gaskill entitled “The Point,” but it needed a little sharpening so we put it on file.

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12 i THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION class of ’24, is on the Freshman Track squad. “Brainy” Hughes, ’23, made a note- able debut at the Tufts-Bowdoin foot- ball game. Besides yelling himself hoarse as a cheer leader for Tufts, he also had the important part of being half of “Jumbo” between the halves. While attempting an exhibition dance, “Jumbo” unfortunately came apart, much to the amusement of the spec- tators ! “Bitty” Wellington, ’23, played full- back on the Wellesley College field hockey team. Helen Loweoek, Hilda Frost, Paul Winters, all of the class of ’25, and Mary Schrode, ’24, are increasing their artistic talents at the Normal Art School in Boston. Paul says it is so dead there he has to go out nights ! Edith Ciullo, ’25, is attending Miss Haskell’s School in Cambridge and pre- paring for Bryn Mawr. Charlotte Lloyd, ’25, is at Miss Les- lie’s School in Cambridge, studying to be a kindergarten teacher. Helen Joseph and Elizabeth Doane, both of ’25, are at Radcliffe. Helen Hendrick and Louise Delaney, ’25, are taking a secretarial course at Miss Pierce’s School in Boston. Marion Hilliard, ’25, is completing her studious career at the Low and Heywood School in Stamford, Connec- ticut. We are glad to announce the mar- riage of Evelyn Dwyer, ’25, and Samuel Roberta, a Junior last year. Ruth Wadman, ’25, has also changed her name. She is now Mrs. Bond. Philip French, president of the class of ’25, is taking a course at Boston University. “Dan” Scanlan, ' 25, earned a regu- lar position on the football team at Suffield Academy, Connecticut. Arthur Marsh, ’25, “The Lion among Ladies,” so-called, is continuing bis studies at Massachusetts Institute of Technology where ladies are few and far between — and of course with him we associate — Gardner Bourne, ’25, “Tom Mix the Second,” who is plugging away “down East” at the University of Maine. Richard Phelps, ’25, and “Fred” Ryer, ’25, captain of baseball at A. II. S. for two years, are attending Har- vard. “Bob” Thompson, ’25, is busily en- gaged in making friends among the co-eds at Fitchburg Normal School and incidentally acquiring a little educa- tion. “Dan” Hooley, ’25, is as much of a success in the Menotomy Trust as he was in the role of Admiral in Pinafore. Paul Andrews, the graceful nymph of the Senior Frolics of ’25, is working in a bank and spending three nights a week at Burdett College in an in- tensive course. “Tom” McCutcheon, ’25, is increas- ing his powers of oratory at George- town Law School. Rachel Crosby, Alumni Editor. ART DEPARTMENT NOTES The Savings Banks Association of Massachusetts conducted a contest, during the school year 1924-25, among the public schools of Massachusetts, for the best poster on thrift. Tlip first prize for high schools was won by Miss Hilda Frost, class of 1925, Arl- ington High School. Miss Frost’s pos- ter was very well done, and she cer- tainly deserves the honor which she received. The Arlington Board of Trade re- cently offered a prize to a student of the Arlington public schools who would submit the best design for a town seal or badge. The prize was to be in the form of money. We are pleased to announce that Margaret Fernald, ’2(1, has been awarded first prize, and John McQueeny of the Center Junior High, second prize. The design chosen was the Menotomy Indian as he kneels at the fountain. Of the forty-one contes- tants twelve were Senior High pupils of whom Esther Alden received hon- orable mention. Similar contests are held throughout the year. Why not join an art class now and find a hid- den talent?