Classical High School - Classic Myths Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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THE HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1004. GRACE C. HEALV. i pf' N THE morning of September 4, 1900, an observer, a stranger to this city, walking fn? along Main Street, noticed the groups of U children, boys and girls, and H young ladies and gentlemen, -unquestioned signs that school had begun. Following -H more closely, he saw interesting illustrations of the latter type, turning up Walnut and Maple Streets. Four or five Seniors talking together, trying to appear full-fledged, a few Juniors, who scarcely gave their staid superiors due honor, and a group of rollicksome Sophomores not caring to what class they belonged. But this observer gave the most of his attention to a group at which the others looked ask- ance. He noticed the pretty girls and the intellectual faces of the boys. He followed them up the hill, never dreaming that they were the boys and girls who were to make the Class of 1904 of the Classical High School the famous and distinguished one it is. In fact, he became so in- terested that he followed them unnoticed into the big building on the hill, and this is what he told me. In the corridors groups of boys and girls were busily chatting, and, from the peals of laugh- Page Thirteen

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ter which rang through the spacious halls, were, seemingly, telling of amusing experiences. He gave little attention to them, but, rather, ascended the almost endless flight of stairs to the hall where gathered together were the boys and girls of the Class of 1904. He immediately picked out our principal in Mr. Goodwin by his fatherly interest and ap- pearance. He then noticed that many an admiring glance was thrown on a tall, well-dressed young man who was casually walking around and helping the principal, and Who, he thought, must be a Senior, on account of the high carriage of his head, but later heard addressed as Mr. Porter. Soon each had received his or her room schedule, and the hall was left alone to our stranger, who, finding nothing else to do, left the building. Since a stranger was so interested in us, our history must deserve the attention of one who was concerned. Our experiences of the second day were probably very similar to those of preceding classesg we cautiously entered our various recitations and there collected in groups and talked over the prospects of our different teachers. It was not long before we were puzzling our heads with Parwz puella puerem amaf, and dili- gently trying to prove if A represented a boy who swam B miles in a river, X is the cold he caught. Beginning the winter term of our Freshman year, the Daughters of the Revolution offered a prize for the best essay written by High School pupils on a national subject. Thus early the remarkable intellectual ability of our class began to assert itself, for the compositions of two of our members, john Woodbury and Elizabeth Bliss, were selected to be delivered in the English High School hall. Page Fourteen