Cranston High School - Cranstonian Yearbook (Cranston, RI)

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. l'- I l ll 1 N 1 Vu, f..-... The Reunion It was one of those hot, misty nights in late July. Not being able to sleep, I got up and sat by the win- dow. Suddenly in the distance, I saw a banner shining out through the pale lavender mist, surrounded with green lights, which bore the inscrip- tion Class of 1925-C. H. S. At once I recalled that it was the night of the reunion, which I had almost forgotten. Dressing hurriedly, I rushed out, and before I realized it, had reached the athletic field of the new high school. The program was well under way. Raymond Jenkins, our class presi- dent of l925, held the floor. Char- lotte Stickney told us of her news- paper work: Dot Jones, with Ruth Spink and Bill Moody, gave a few physical training exercises: and Evelyn Arnold and Betty Dennis sang. Where's Grace Law? Right here! Just a minute and I'll tell you how to cook-anything you want to know, but Frank Jen- nison is paying the last installment of his class dues. Elinor Margerum explained in trigonometry just how she remem- bered the, date of the reunion. and Eloise Tabor read us some of her Latin Poems, while Evelyn O'Brien, so glad at seeing everybody, could do nothing but clap and laugh. Harry Sklut-next! Harry arose, told us of his new medicine, a sure cure for all ills, and gave us each a sample bottle. Where's Harry Seelen? Oh, he couldn't be here, but he - f' 5521 . A i Z '-'agua T9 L:gif':5?-ii-t..:r:i:siSdafi,m f,EFihu'2'f'5 :3-L sends his most diplomatic regards to all. Everything was coming to an end, when Christine Whitmore said, Where's Leah? I bet she's off somewhere with her mouth turned down at the corners as usual. No, she isn't here., You know she took up the homely art of teach- ing, and had to go to a conference to-night: but I found, in her scrap book this poem that was written in 1925: and under it was scribbled, 'I didn't have the courage to put this into the Cranstonian BoX.' It dis- plays our feelings as our Senior year drew to a close. The title is: A SENIOR'S PLEA Why must I write of the things that we did. Not the things that we wanted to do? Of the dreams that we dreamt and the castles we built Thar sometime perhaps will come true? Why must I tell you we dwelt in the dust When our souls were gone up to the stars? Why must I tell you we failed, as we must, Who aspired above bricks and street cars? Why can't I say that the hopes that we had, And the knowledge we never could use, And the unassigned lessons we learned with- out marks Are the truths that we never can lose? Why must we claim outward follies and waste, Not the dreams that we never discuss? For masters and mates, not the things that we did. But the things that we dreamed-That was us! L. SPENCER, June. '25, '.w?1 .1!T ?kL..a Q T ' . .. I .ra-Cfrrt

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FLORENCE LOUISE ALFORD G. A. A. C15 C25 C35: Thyrsus Club C15 C25 C35. It may be a long reach from chemistry to dressmaking, but it isn't beyond the reach of Florence: for she not only likes chemistry, but is very adept at sewing. Nor is she alone content with the realms of science and domestic arts, but she must try her hand at playing the piano. She does not intend to further her education along the classical line, but is going to Miss Gibbs' Secretarial School. AL VA LOUISE ANDERSON G. A. A. C15 C25 C35 C45: Thyrsus Club C15 C25 C35 C451 Class Vice-President C451 Library Committee C45. Alva is the shorter of the Anderson twins. She has com- pleted the Classical course and is now at R. I. C. E. studying to be a librarian. Alva has been an enthusiastic rooter at all school games and has ever been ready to lend a hand. She is a great bookworm. Plays are her joy. Is there a play in the Edge- wood Library that she has not read? Add to Alva's love of books a sweet disposition, diligence, and patience, and you will see why some large library is destined to have a great librarian. ALVAN ANDERSON B. A. A. C15 C25 C35 C451 Minstrel C35 C451 Thyrsus Club C15 C25 C35 C455 Dramatic Division C35 C45: Treas- urer C45 : Vice-President Home Room C45. We have never tried to count the number of Andersons that have passed through Cranston, but we know Alvan stands head and shoulders above them all. His pet diversion, outside of talking to the young ladies, has been the Thyrsus Club, of which he has always been a prominent member. I-Iis acting in the annual Thyrsus Club play has won him much applause. The B. A. A. minstrel has also given Andy a chance to show his talent. Andy with his wavy hair is very popular at Cranston. I-Ie is going to R. I. State College. l13l