Brockton High School - Brocktonia Yearbook (Brockton, MA)

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f f f f f 22 BROCKTONIA J. HERBERT CHAPMAN VIRGINIA H. LAYHOLT Composer Odist Composition for Class Ode Efwiguliwi LEMF FM HI F '1 J f -

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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 D W2 lm. MQW? Wmgxg Class Ode Seniors, now late sun is setting On dear days at Brockton High. We have reached life's early cross-road, Where sad parting hour draws nigh. Sometimes rough the path we've travelled, Yet the ending causes tears. Friendships made along this highway Will endure through coming years. Thoughts of many happy moments. Spent with classmates tried and true, E'er will linger in our mem'ry, As we sadly say adieu. And to you, fair Alma Mater. We shall always faithful be. And where e'er the future leads us, We shall love and honor thee. Virginia H. Laybolt, '29 l 0, l as swam '-Z,