Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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THE HUTTLEST ONIAN Farewell Fairhaven High! They may build grotesquely ’round you, then— Citadel, cathedral, mosque; Though the best of Aeons bound you, then— Pyramid, pagoda, fort; Though their domes converse with lofty clouds, Though their turrets dim the sun, And their walls arrayed like monstrous shrouds. Over your diminished fame, Would inwrap with all-obscuring palls Your ephemeral domain; And the hum of Garagantuan awls Would intone your requiem— Farewell, Fairhaven High! But in future years we’ll scorn all these— The skyscraper and the church; We, a gayer choir than drills, will seize ’Pon some less funeral chant, Swaying to the music of some old School song, that perpetuates Memories your spacious halls infold. Oh! the careless revels there! Happy were those thoughtless years at play! We recall with futile pangs Of increasing longing, that delay Time’s relentless hand, that writes— Farewell, Fairhaven High! We regret the sweaty football togs, And the cinders, and the court; The complacency of age befogs Us, we think with tolerant Fancy of parabolas and sines, Wooley and tautology, Latin syntax, Caesar, and supines, Newton’s laws, specific heat, French irregulars, “La Petite Chose’’, 24

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THE H U T T L E S T O N I A N A crack track team to Bowdoin, a trip it did take But, of course, you all heard the record A1 Whit happily did make. The annual play with an all-Senior cast Upheld old tradition, as long in the past With excellent coaching, and fine co-operating We came thru a success, in our great undertaking. All those taking part in play, or back-stage Forgetting as ' dignified Seniors” their age Made whoopee in general at Tabitha Inn. Class meetings are numerous this short busy year, We all make the best to cherish so dear. After heated discussions, as oft is the case, We choose N. B. H. as our banqueting place. “Tis grievous parting with good company.” Here’s to the school at Fairhaven The home of the truth and the light Where good spirit prevails In every detail Starting us all to the right. “I have been forcing my brain to the composition of a few verses in behalf of your entertainment and I never knew them flow so dully from me before.” Frances Tuell, ’30. 23

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THE H U T T L E S T O N I A N John Brown and his foolish raid, German fairy tales, impromptu prose; Now we scribe the closed books— Farewell, Fairhaven High! Done the whole scholastic voyage Seniors crave the Freshman’s four-year ease— Better be an empty sloop Than a laden ship that’s sailed the seas! We must leave the football field For more important fields of strife, And desert the cinder course For the longer, harder course of Life; So in other halls, we’ll climb Other, steeper stairs; and some day pla Greater games. And scribe, “Finis” Other text-books—but again ne’er say— Farewell, Fairhaven High! Philip T. Gidley, ’30. 25