Bridgeport Central High School - Criterion Yearbook (Bridgeport, CT)

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and I THE CRITERION wardrobes in the basement. Nearer and n faster earer I approached. Faster and my heart beat-when sud- denly my eyes opened, the myriad lights vanished, the noises died away was stretched out in anything but a graceful position on the stairs outside the laboratory. I picked my- self up and gathered my shattered and this time it was sixteen minutes to one. In another minute Dr. Stanley's senses. I glanced at my watch per- ACADEMIC CLASS I-IYMN 1913 I. Alma Mater, now we hail thee, VVith our final song of praise: Gratefully we sing thy honors, As thy name in song we raise. Now we part from thy protection, Round the stormy world to go, And we sing of our affection For to thee our hearts o'erfIow. II. May thou in the future lead us. Always be our guiding light: May thy spirit How about us, Wiith its wisdom, truth and might. Alma Mater we do thank thee For the hopes thou dost inspire, May thou still our efforts favor XVith a great and pure desire. III. Now we pray to Thee, dear Father, That Thy blessings us attend, But Thy name will e'er be sacred, Should'st Thou woes or joys us send. May Thou still, however, grant us, VVhen our part in life has passed, That Thy mercies still pursue us, When we all come home at last. Words by Lows BLUMBERG. Music by Banca T. SIMONDS. ,ff fumery factory right above me would be opened. At thought of this, I has- tened to the other end of the building and took a chair in Mr. Simonds' office. How clear it all seemed! How strangely it had all happened! Yet how unfair the fates had been, for, al- though they had shown me the future of my classmates, they had failed to fulfill my foremost desire-to gaze upon the new High School. -JOHN M. COMLEY. COMMERCIAL CLASS HYMN 1913 I. Alma Mater, apart were drifting, Unto thee praises we sing: As we hymn thee on departure Tell us, did we honors bring: Now the ebb and How has started Struggle we must with all our might' Success depends upon our efforts, Alma Mater, our guiding light. II. Ever onward thou hast led us From thee we part with sorrow: Onward go our chosen motto Labor,- Today not Tomorrow: Now we thank thee for thy blessings, To thee, whate'er we have, we owe, For thee ever our hearts are pining .As afar from thee we go. III. Hear our voices, now, dear Father, Ringing out in joyous praise, Think of us as thine forever As in song our voices raise: Through life's dark days and sunshine, Into Eternal Life with thee, Thy memories ever with us linger In after life Weill dwell with Thee. Music and Words by JOHN E. DEBARBIEM- T w e n t y

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THE CR page which was conducted by Miss Fennell, I read with interest Miss Allen's Daily Talk to Busy VVomen and also Miss Katherine Hill's 'fBeau- ty Banterf' Next I turned to the sporting page which was run by Howard Phillips, dean of baseball scribes. Large headlines announced the coming fight for the heavyweight championship between K. O. Russell and Kid Black. Last of all, I turned to the editorial page and learned that Don Root was the editor. There was an instructive article which was evi- dently a product of Don's brain for it was entitled The advantage of the bow tie over the four-in-hand. Among the advertisements, I read that Miss Beard was appearing in Shakesperian repertoire and that the Misses Carey and Colby were conducting a sanita- rium where rest and absolute quiet were assured. Maurice now came up and told me that he would be busy for the next half hour putting up a bottle of Castoria for a customer. Ac- until cordingly I departed, but not after I had inquired what had become of my old friend Bob Bishop. Maurice informed me that he was ticket agent at the local railway station and there- fore I bent my steps in that direction. The shades of night were just falling and the glimmering lights afforded an excellent background for the picture which at this moment met my eyes. Tenderly embracing a lamp post was old Bill Connelly. His pea green hat was tilted on one side of his head, his pink and green necktie was torn from his Devon collar, and in many other ways he looked sad and sick. But as I approached him, his poetic nature, ever imperishable. welled up within him Nineteen ITERION and he sang in that sweet, tender voice of his: H The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's Rill. I smiled at Bill's honesty and straight forwardness and walked on in hopes of finding Bobby Bishop. In a short time, I had reached the station and I stepped up to the ticket window. A very pretty young lady stood ahead of me in the line, and when her turn came, she coyly asked Bob for a Strat-- ford ticket. After fumbling about for some time, Bob blushingly stuck his head out of the window and said apolo- getically, UI am very sorry to inform you, madam, that we have no tickets for Stratford, but we have some very, very nice ones for South Norwalkf' The girl hesitated for a moment and then replied that she would try some of the other stations first, and if she could do no better, she would return later. The girl was Dorothy Smith. I greeted Bob and congratulated him on his easy job. He admitted that it was fairly easy but complained that he encountered some very unreasonable people. As the man behind me was becoming rather impatient, I walked on. It was just six o'clock. The streets were crowded with pedestrians, their footsteps mingling with the clattering carts and rumbling trolleys. Main street lay before me with its myriad lights. How natural and how good it seemed. I glanced at my watch and saw that it lacked half an hour to dinner-ample time to take a look at the new High School. I hurried on with boyish expectancy and enthu- siasm. I pictured the imposing en- trance, the massive columns, and the X 1

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THE oR1TERioN QQ HISTORY COMMERCIAL CLASS 1913 3 is-Fl lsel bright Qeptember sun was smiling down upon numerous T was in the year IQIOQ the g - S groups of boys and girls which dotted the thoroughfare leading to the dignified structure of red brick known at B. H. S. As they neared the build- ing which should come to mean so much to them in the next three years, the sight of very learned and dignified countenances which gazed with un- suppressed mirth upon the passing tlock, tended to unnerve them. But remembering that There is safety in numbers', and with spirits now some- what subdued, the Commercial Class of IQI3 wended its way up the flights of steps and stairs leading to the As- sembly Hall. Although the great front doors were thrown wide with welcome, we had a secret feeling that they counted each one who entered there and shook their heads with a sigh. There are so many, what will we do with them all? they seemed to say. In the Assembly Hall we were wel- comed by Mr. Simonds, and initiated into the society of Freshmen by hav- ing impressed upon our minds what the school expected of us in our so- journ here, as well as the fact that An honest worker achieves good re- sults. It seemed, when we left the building, as though we had opened a new chapter in our lives with the title page before us. Returning in the afternoon, we were assigned class-rooms, and made ac- Twenty-one quainted with a list of books, one of which four German Grammarj taxed our powers of pronunciation to the ex- treme. Now the Hrst year of our High School life started in earnest. It con- tained the trials and tribulations of our predecessors, but as they had borne them bravely, so did we. VVe had many things to learn, among others the fact that zero plus zero does not make zero, but rather -IO. If you doubt this, you may consult any of us who have used a study period as a time of recreation and be convinced. VVe sighed over the x, y, z's which stubbornly defied our constant at- tempts to make them agree with the answer-book. Then we attempted to conquer Greece and Rome and over- throw the mighty Caesar. We dis- covered that we had still another battle to fight when someone brought a word into German Class consisting of 66 letters. The rule here seems to have been f'Don't make several trips out of one. Next came the mid-winter vacation, but the 'Kgrippe was not prevalent in our class and accordingly our number not greatly decreased. The second semester was much the same as the Hrst only that instead of pursuing fur- ther the lives of the ancients, we turned Room 3 into a Botanical Garden, with Beardsley Park as our chief source of supplies. Then ,Tune stepped in and turned