Barre High School - Barretone Yearbook (Barre, MA)

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EDITORIALS The school year of 1944-1945 is nearing the end and soon tv enty- five Seniors will graduate. A new Senior Class must next year take our places. Triis class of 1946 will take over the many tasks and duties which from time immemorial the Seniors have done. During the last year, the school and student body have come to rely upon the Seniors to carry out these tasks. It may be said that while the classes of 1945, of 1946, of 1947 and so on, graduate, the Senior Class never does. We al’ways have the Seniors. No matter what their ability, what trieir qualifications, they are expected to carry on as well or better than the preceding classes. .,e, of the Senior Class have full confidence in our successors, and believe that they v ill carry on the lesser but not less important tasks. It is not entirely to the small group who lead that we speak. A school is no better than its Senior Class. Every Senior is marked, his behavior commented on, his actions noted. The Senior Class must set an example for the school, not only for this school, but for all younger children in other schools, who must one day, become Seniors. Tnese words are not written with the feeling that the present graduating class has been a model or an ideal. We know where we have failed. ' Ae know where v e have succeeded, and it is with this know- ledge that we pass on to the class of 1946 our best wishes and hope for an even better school next year. We also extend our appreciation to the underclassmen for the way in v hich we have been supported, and may they carry on the traditions of Barre Nigh School. You, the Class of 1945, now stand on the threshold of the world. Some members of the class vrill end their educational endeavors on graduation; others will continue educationally to a greater degree. No matter what happens, v hether you continue or cease your educational pursuits, you know and we icnow that Barre High School has given you a thorough basic training. Today, as all of us are fully aware, a great and terrible con- flict is going on all over the world. The right to work, benefit, and prosper is one of the main Ideals for which we are fighting. In war and in school the good fellowship existing amohg men living together alike in age, and united in tasks, pleasures, and pruposes, is uniformly proverbial . It is your duty as future, worthwhile citizens to keep your- selves familiarized with the great political issues of our country, so when the time comes, you may vote intelligently and have the satisfied feeling of doing your part to keep democracy intact. To express the idea of opportunity, may I quote the follow- ing poem: Yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision. But today, well-lived Makes every yesterday A dream of happiness. And every tomorrow A vision of hope. Anon. You have served as a good company and have done stalwart and efficient v ork. We are proud of you Class of 1945 and sincerely hope that you will be just as successful in life as you have been here at Barre High.

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THE WHISPER OF THE WALLS In tne mind ' s own picture gallery Though the stones have crumbled since Stands an age old, dear old structure Its the walls of B.H.S. The doors are parting slowly And the memories are warm Though the school house ' s crumbled casement Shows an age and depth forlorn. Are those doorv ays softly calling? Do they bid you take your time? Do they bring back thoughts just fading In a single bell like chime? Look I The sun is streaming inward Tnrough a windows broken pane And the sun beams fall grotesquely Near the head of unfound fame. Yet the halls still echo laughter And the phantoms through the years In a talking group together And their talk does banish fears And the well-worn steps, — Remember? And the times your feet hath trod? And the age old smiling teacner And those assembly prayers to God Harkl the walls are softly calling Do not turn your back and go Remember child of Barre ' Twas her work that made you so There ' s an apple for the teacher Do you see it lying there? Do you see geraniums cluster In there windov boxes fair? Do you see its light of reverence? And its gift of joy supreme? Do you see its tears and laughter? And your love which made it queen? Pass on yonder student Feast your eyes upon its wall And depart forever student For your heart shall bear its call. By Patricia McAndrews