Brockton High School - Brocktonia Yearbook (Brockton, MA)

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BROCKTONIA 7 from a young scientifical student in Germany to the mastership of a large well known high school, has become a friend to the teachers, and a com- rade to the students. To this comrade of the students we dedicate our last issue of Brock- tonia because he has this June com- pleted thirty years of service in our school, Thirty years is a long time. During it men are born and blossom to manhood, empires may crumble to dust or rise from the ashes. erect and ready to play a new part in the lottery of nations' fates, young sap- lings may become sturdy oaks, or huge trees be felled within that space of time. In thirty years we members of the graduating class may have be- come ministers or convicts, thrifty business men or unscrupulous trick- stersf-anything is possible. Dur- ing the best and most productive years of his life, Dr. MacGregory has served our school, helping to hew and fashion the young manhood and womanhood which comes under his care into courageous, clean-minded citizens. Hundreds of young men and women either out in the world today toiling at books or labor, or in our own high school going through the years of the forma- tion of character, including our Sen- ior class on the threshold of the busy work-a-day life have been influenced by his finely lived life. The thunder storm is over now. A cool freshness pervades the room. The wet, sparkling grass tempts the feathered robins to search for food. The calmness and dimness of early twilight is falling as we write, with eyes straining a little in the gathering dusk. Thirty years has Dr. Mac- Gregory served our school as a sports- man. May he be with us many more! Editor. THE INSIDE STORY During the entire hectic football season, the local newspapers continu- ally kept B. H. S, in the spotlight, commenting about its conduct on the gridiron. Our victorious basketball quintet certainly received its just portion of publicity, while our track and de- bating teams, as well as other school activities were duly kept before the public eye. But would we welcome the spot- light upon the inner occurrences upon those trivial, seemingly un- important matters known only to teachers and pupils? Little things such as: a whispered word in the corridors, a few minutes of a study period passed in vaguely gazing around the room, unnecessary trips to the pencil-sharpener, may seem insignificant, and of little conse- quence. Yet, these selfsame things, taken together, are of great import. They constitute a moral sense of honor, a school spirit, a reputation. Apart from athletic champion- ships, shouldn't we like to have the reputation of being the best High School in the state? Up to the pres- ent time, our standard has been car- ried loftily, without any ignominous descent. Why shouldn't we all take a part in keeping it where it is? Estelle. Brusseau, '29. A CATALOGUE e OF BIRTHSTONES For laundresses, the soapstone: for diplomats, the boundary stone: for architects. the cornerstone: for cooks. the puddingstone: for sugar dealers. sandstone: for taxi drivers, the mile- stone: for grouches, the bluestone: for lrishmen, the Blarney stone: for bor- rowers, the touchstone: for pedes- trians, the paving stone: for brokers, the curbstone: for shoemakers, the cobblestone: for burglars. the key- stone: for tourists, the Yellow-stone: for beauties, the peachstone: for geniuses, the tombstone: and for most of us the grindstone. Exchange. +A

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4. 6 BROCKTONIA E ' t I ' 5 E ml- gg - Wx- S gil 1 Pg lit lllllllllllggv S ell . lt l mimi G 6 DR. lVlacGREGORY, THE SPORTSMAN UOne who never turned his back, but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to light better, Sleep to wake. A heavy sultry sunshine streamed in through the window. Without warning, a loud boom of thunder broke the silence, then all was quiet: -again a seering, red flame Zigzagged across the leaden sky, a roar. a swift torrent of rain, and silence4off and on intermittently throughout the long gray afternoon. It was not a par- ticularly inspiring time in which to concentrate upon writing an editorial and our thoughts wandered distract- edly from one topic to another until they rested on a deeply calming sub- ject-Dr. MacGregory, the Sports- man. The Doctor does not have to dress in a scarlet red hunting coat, blow a curved horn, and ride to the hounds in order to be a sporstman. A sportsnzan of that kind might be an external one only with flaunting colors while the Doctor's sportsman- ship lies beneath the surface. Sports' manship is a subtle thing. The pos-- sessor of it has to weather storms of temper, periods of grim, heart-grip- ping tragedy, and struggle through moments of bleakest despair in order to acquire it. lt can neither be bought nor sold. It is one of life's sweetest possessions: in its absence one can never hope to become a friend to man. Yet, in the opinion of an audience including the most critical minds ol' any community, young students, Dr. MacGregory is a good sport, a pal Speaking in an enigmatical way, 'AWhy is he what he is? He is a sportsman because he has fought life's battles bravely, has struggled

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LT, BROCKTONIA ONWARD TO SUCCESS The hour of departure has arrived, Seniors, and we must leave dear old Brockton High School, where we have now completed our four short years. Truly, it was not so very long ago that we entered the school as Hrst-year students. During that probation year, school-life and school-spirit did not mean a great deal to us, as we were considered mere children . We frequently lost our way in the cor- ridors, and survived many other slightly distressing incidents, such as occur in the life of the average pupil. Growing older and wiser, the class members became organized, and everyone assumed a more enthusiastic attitude toward the various activities, attended social events, and, in general, felt better acquainted with the school and its routine. As Juniors, we be- came still more progressive, and pushed forward until we reached the point which is the goal of every low- er-classman: our senior year. As Seniors, we hope that we have set worthy examples for others to fol- low. After pleasant years of comrade- ship, it is no easy task to separate. But in spite of regret at the severing of ties of friendship, we must not falter in our progress. It is incum- bent upon each one of us to 'lcarry on , with added zest, and ever keep in mind our motto, ONWARD TO SUCCESS . We have been highly indebted, this past year, to our faithful teach- ers, and especially to our new head- master, Mr. Rye, whose kindly guid- ance and ready helpfulness have solved many of our problems. Let no one of us leave without shaking his hand, and wishing him the best of success in the years to come! Robert Tonis, '27.