Cambridge Rindge and Latin School - CRLS Yearbook (Cambridge, MA)

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MR. THOMAS LONG BRAMHALL Assistant Heap MASTER The kind, serious adviser of the year- lings. Always we received a square deal under the splendid leader of our initial year in this High School. Through all that strange and. all-important year which most of us recall as one of the happiest of our School life, it was he, the Master of Freshman, who guided us with a firm and understanding hand: We shall not forget Mr. Downey who, as we can now appreciate, planned so carefully for us in that first year when, dazed and inexperienced, we found our- selves in what was for us unexplored territory, High School life. After strangers have learned of Mr. Bramhall’s tact, good humor, unfailing friendship, and fine character, it is very like a shock to find that this genial master is a learned exponent of such a dry subject as mathematics. Solid geometry, algebra, and trigonometry fall before his onslaught. Sometimes we wonder if his ever-smiling treatment is not the magic that unties those knotty problems. Then, finally, as the highest tribute we can pay to a teacher—he does not super-impose “‘trick’’ tests at inoppor- tune times. MR. TIMOTHY F. Assistant HEADMASTER DOWNEY Page 12

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2 .S) = ‘ y ae toe , eit a f ¥ rj 2 rok 3 can , r TH ; y . as: owls PPE ae) Fo y) AVING heard from earlier voyagers to the West- ern Lands about the inexhaustible treasures there to be found, we coveted this wealth for ourselves. Dazzled by its lure, ignorant and inexperienced, we dared to set out in quest of its gifts. Improvidently we ventured forth without having ascertained the necessary requirements, and without having procured sufficient supplies for our long and tortuous journey. Knowing naught of wisdom, we each held as our aim, gold, that metal gold with which we fondly be- lieved we could obtain all the genuine wealth of life. Our eyes ever turning toward the distant horizon, our hearts ever yearning for the distant goal, we pushed on through the sufferings, toils, and hardships which everywhere beset us in our path. Our desires were purified of dross in the furnace of endurance and became as the liquid gold which we saw every evening in that western sky of the setting sun. At last we were able to distinguish that happiness consists of contentment in our chosen yocation, not in riches bought at the price of honor. Some, through frailty or lack of perseverance, dropped out, one by one, thinning our ranks so that we who arrived were all of the character of hardened pioneers. How we labored and struggled, how we laughed and wept, is the mission of the legend of Fortune’s Trail.” Page 11

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Who could be more suitable to smooth over or dissolve the many troubles of a throng of Senior girls? Somehow her unfailing courtesy “and friendly charm make momentary difficulties seem petty and small. Her poise is enviable; gen- tleness is her greatest asset. Besides such qualities, Miss McElroy has an unexcelled facility for making her Eng- lish classes enjoyable. To write themes for her is a pleasure, because we enjoy the individual comments ever forth- coming from her fertile mind. MISS ETHEL G. McELROY DEAN OF SENIOR GIRLS 7 Her cheery smile was a bright spot in our Junior Year. Before we had any dealings with her concerning tardiness or other unpleasant affairs, we felt that she would be not foo severe; that while she would exact the required penalty, she would do it in a manner which we could not resent. And so it proved to be. She has the delightful faculty of becoming intimate with her pupils. She, too, is among the long list’ of friends whom we have made since enter- ing High School. ee 7 MISS MARY E. MURRAY DEAN oF JUNIOR GIRLS Page 13