Drury High School - Class Book Yearbook (North Adams, MA)

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still fresh in our memory, and always will be. At the end of our Sophomore year. we suffered a great loss in Mr. Memrnottss leaving, after only having given us a year of his excellent teaching. When we came back as Juniors, a large number of the members of '05 had wandered from the fold, never to return. but the rest of us entered for a jolly good time. We held our first hop under the direc- tion of Peter, and made a grand success of it, not only as a social event but linancially,-and with 13 on the committee too. How awful we all thought it was to have our Semi-Final exams sent to the St. Louis exposition and it was whispered that not even Margaret was excused from the exams, after all her studying. What injustice! Old Nate again tried to set tire to Drury this year, but succeeded only in getting us out of the building while the small flames started by an experiment in the lab were quickly put out. One of the most mysterious things of our Junior year was Where did the short-hand pencils go? We wonder if Tower knows. The Academe had the good fortune to fall into Emigh's hands and under his management still kept up its high reputation. By far the most exciting time in our Junior year was when the Seniors tried to keep their iiag up on Drury. We Juniors found out where it was be- ing made and kept a close watch on it, trying to prevent its going up, but the Seniors finally succeeded in raising it early Monday morning on the day of the exams, after a long night's struggle. Then began a contest over the banner, long to be remembered. Even the senior girls, layed aside their dignity and mounted the tower to aid the fellows in their defense. Nevertheless about noon. the Seniors were so hard pressed by our Junior boys, that in their last extremity, they cut the rope of the flag, and in trying to throw it to a safe place, threw it down one of the chimneys, from where we rescued it, only having allowed the Seniors to keep it up for about six hours. As the time drew near to open school last September, when we as Seniors should enterin a dignilied way and with solemn mein Qthat is, when not eating lollypopsj, an excitement prevailed in the city, never before experienced,--small pox. On account of itQ the school could not be opened until October, with the exception of the Senior class which was allowed to start two weeks early. When it was whispered around that we would not have any rhetoricals this year, 0'Hearn felt so badly, it is said, that Doctor

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well as our standings by going, so a number of Drury loving members trudged up on the hot days to pour over books. But our Sophomore year was far more exciting. We had hardly gotten over the effects of being down on the second floor when it became the fashion to use soft coal, and of course Drury followed suit, with the result that the furnaces which had stood everything before, refused to be insulted in such a way. They sent the black smoke up through the whole building until it became unbearable, and then for a while our sessions were out short and we joyfully went home. How many of us then echoed in our hearts the words of seniors, God bless the man who first invented soft coal. Soon we had an opportunity to behold what orators we had in the class at rhetoricals, although there were but few who wouldn't have given up the opportunity when it came their turn to speak. In the fall of our Sophomore year was that never to be forgotten football game with Pittsfield, but we will not dwell on the injustice done Druryg it is enough to say that all athletic relations between the schools were severed for nearly a year. This same year, the Faculty took away from us our regular monthly reports and instead sent little leaflets to our parents, telling what our standard was, and if it was low, the cause was given. And what was worse yet, the Faculty decreed that yearly calls must be made on each pupil. Oh, what horrors they were. How great was our satisfaction when the imaginations of our sage instructors gave out and they were unable to invent any more reasons for our deficiencies, and we went back to the old monthly reports. But the fear of pastoral calls hung over us all of our course. One morning in February. 1903, just as we were starting for school, the fire alarm rang and everyone hurried to get a glimpse of the fire. if possible, before going in school. but how great our surprise was to see smoke pouring from the windows of Old Drury and flames darting around. The spirit of old Nate was again trying to throw off the disgrace and gain a new building for us, but in vain, it succeeded only in putting the long suffering High School pupils in the still older part of the building and making us endure the discomfort of the infant department seats until they could be replaced by larger ones. It is needless to say much about the strike, how we were deprived of a holiday and refused to stand for it, is

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consented to hold them just once. and Will delivered one of Webster's speeches in his Eine oratorical style. The school committee insulted our Senior dignity this year by insisting that we should have a tire drill, so one Friday after music we all Wended our way, much to everyone's delight down the fire escape, and although we enjoyed it ever so much, the committee seemed to think once was enough and we have never been allowed the privilege since. But we are overlooking the athletes in our class. '05 has more than contributed her share to them. In football, Follett, Chase, Boland, Cady, Mulcare, Malcolm and Turner have all made the team, while this winter, MCG urk. Boland, Whitney, and Malcolm played on the basketball team. On November 23. we held our Senior Dance and had a line time and the best part of all, cleared expenses, a thing which is seldom done at a Senior hop. However, the greatest success of our High School course was the Farces. On December 16, 1904. We presented A Bunch of Roses and A Box of Monkeys to a large house and between the Roses and the Monkeys made a great success of it. Still being in need of more money for graduation the class secured Mrs. Addie Chase Smith to read one evening and we cleared quite a little then. During the winter Mr. Hawley tried to turn us all into poets, and with beautiful results, the following is an example: About the house, the winds did shriek Within the house, the mice did squeak. What a fortunate thing for us it was that the faculty, this winter, didn't send out those little leaflets giving the reasons for our flanking, or how many of us would have gone so often to vaudeville fplease pronounce it as Ghristine requestsj and how empty the front row would have been. But who can forget the day the girls parted their hair in puritan style and wore it hanging down their backs with a curl on the end? Or who knew that Doctor was such a writer of fairy stories? His little Fable about the fox will probably appear in the next book of Fables printed. What a good time the girl's did have. From then on '05 has led a quiet life. and in the meanwhile Amiee Blanchard and Thomas Malcolm have car- ried off first prizes at the Kappa prize speaking contest. We all had a big surprise when Drury Won the