Brockton High School - Brocktonia Yearbook (Brockton, MA)

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BROCKTONIA Your Life is wholly yours, but other Lives Are helped or hindered by the shape of yours. lf yours is nearly perfect, those with whom it lives Will mold themselves to more perfect contours, Life is expansion, always: always growth, For each of you important deeds await. Go, be of use at least in human love If your share does not lie among the great. I started: still our master read the names. My heart's ice-armor melted, and it made A fount of happiness within meg glad, I turned, Nor was there any Senior, now, afraid. rpg? 72 fn' 71, Q. 4- Q34 , f , gf- J Q- L5 M e fl X l Q: Z fs l ' as . , at 1919 1929 Wcman's inconsistency in dress has, in the last ten years. wrought great changes in the size, shape, cost, and material of hats. What several years ago consti- tuted a hat. now, if taken apart, would complete a young lady's wardrobe. The hat of yesterday was a very ornamental affair, usually adorned with artificial fruit. foliage, ostrich feathers, or porcupine quills. There was no limit to the size or shape of the hat, since the well-known hat-pin could be used to keep it in its place. The hats were of all kinds of inconceiv- able shapes. from that of a solitary, plate-like contriv- ance, resting on the uppermost hairs of the head. to the high-crown hat, artificially frosted. dropping a veil from its seven inch brim. Tight-fitting, trimless, and colorless, the hat of today, in spite of its small size. is just as expensive as the mountainous head gear of yes- terday. No longer do we see the waving of the plumes and the beautiful conceptions of autumn harvests dis- played on the brims of the hat: instead we see dogs, ele- phants, or other animals outlined in brilliants which have replaced them. Without doubt, it is this lack of opportunity to see gorgeous foliage on hats that makes the public get out its Fords and Rolls-Royces and roll into the country seeking scenic beauty. Ah! How un- fortunate are' we lovers of nature in having been born in the time of the expensive, small, and useless hat!! William Kvaraceus, '30. Estelle L. Katz

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BROCKTONIA Or potter, out of moist and sandy clay Can fashion things, not perfect, but of use, Your lives are yours to form and trim away. Just as when day. begun with promise fair, And equal hope for all, sinks in the West, Made good or bad, Life starts with equal share, Its end by your own deeds or cursed or blessed. A bit of slender silver cord is Life, For some of dull, for some of splendid sheen. By all the acts you do or words you say, You keep it free from knots, untarnished. clean. Life's in your hands, you know, in yours alone: Through noble actions and a little care You'll keep the silver thread so pure and fine, 'Twill be a necklace you'll delight to wear. Life is no calm and scarcely rippled stream Of even. safe, monotonous, soft blue. Nay, Life's a churling, choppy, angry sea. Furious with varied currents, pied of hue- Or, say, like rivers green and gold and black, Oft tinged on stormy days with petrel gray, That frenzied start to end in dreamy coves, Swift Life may empty in sequestered bay. As when a man, pursued, on bridge of steel Sets out to cross a chasm, and he must go Unable to turn back, yet knowing not What dangers he may meet, what friend or foe Awaits him on that hard and glistening bridge, So must a man pursued by Time set out On Life, go ever onward: can't return, but meets Whatever lies there on the bridge of years. A brave man all with courage, not with timor, greets Not like an hermit on a mountain top Surveying Life with carefree, idle heart. Not like great Milton, peerless poet, who Dwelt like a star, so silent and apart. Not so survey you Life: there is no time. You must partake in every bustling scene. Vkfho lives must work and give and help. Life is no placid mirror, cold, serene. ' See there your banner! 'Know Thyself' it says. So say I. too: then, as your powers grow You'll find your faults and labor to improve. Making a 'self' that you'll be proud to know. See there the folds of orchid and of white, The one a color royal, a mystery, The other pure as angels, God's own light, Does not yon banner hold Life's prophecy? Purple, the heliotrope of poet's amaranth. King's crimson: Spring's own lilac hue. Dominion over Life is but obtained Through purity. whiteness, in the things you do. Perform each task with simple, kindly heart, Without the vain. mean hope of any meed Except the love of God: remember, He Is ever present: knows your every need.

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