Farmington High School - Student Yearbook (Farmington, CT)

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F ARMINGTON STUDENT Honors of War A disagreement of nations, a calling to war, Out goes a youth, barely twenty-four: And happily he's lured by honor's crown, Leaving behind him his cap and gown. What does he care for his college now When a laurel is waiting to circle his brow. I-Ie'll fight for his nation, his nation to save: But does he know of the sacrifice he gave? I wonder if he would so willingly go If he of the suffering could really know: But his answer would be like so many before, I'll fight as my fathers have fought of yorel So out on the battlefield, we find him there: Out in the front with the least bit of care, Fighting so bravely with others too Glad that his little bit he could do. The battle rages fiercely, 'tis hard to be won: But we find that his part the youth does not shun, Info the thickest until smoke hides the scene And mars the beauty of the landscape green. The cannon ceases, the smoke begins to rise And into the dreadful mass we cast our eyes- A bloody mass in the dreadful view Was he counted in their number too? Yes, there he is in the fearful rows. His face toward heaven, where he ends his Gone with others in that fierce assault,- Fierce enough to make a larger army halt. 112095, And such is his fate, and others, too, Who bravely went to war and dying knew That a little wooden cross was their laurel wreath Telling of heroes in the sod beneath. EDWARD NELSON 20

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FARMINGTON STUDENT eleven was also published. Brant, Fullis, and Zalenski of New Kensington and Langley and Roraback of Trowbridge made the team. Harry read the names of the eleven without emotion. He had been silent and dejected ever since the game the afternoon before. He was wretched in his disappointment, yet he found some solace in the knowledge that he had played hard and fair. He gazed at the names of the team. The letters became distorted. Center, Durkin, Westport, faded into center, Bengsten, Trow- bridge. Slowly he shook his head and smiled wanly. No, he wouldn't have it that way even if he had another chance. On Tuesday, Harry found another letter lying on his desk. It, too, was postmarked New Kensington. He opened it and read. When I sent you our signals I was very angry and down and out. Our coach had benched me the week before, unjustly I thought, which all but ruined my chances for the all-state eleven. I was so blamed sore that I sent you the signals, knowing you backed up the line and could use them to the best advantage. However, I was soon stung with remorse. The thought that I had betrayed my school and my team troubled me so that I thought I could never look up again. When our coach told me on Wednesday that I was going to start the game I had a slight chance to make up for what I had done. I never was so determined and desperate in my life as when I started the game. When I saw you hadn't learned the signals, I almost went wild and played way over my head. I want to thank you for doing what you did. I can't tell how much it meant to me. Thanks again from a reformed sportsman to a true sportsman. DON BRANTHV Those two words, True Sportsman, filled Harry with an indescribable joy: he was happy, terribly happy. Then his eye caught sight of the paper- weight. He smiled and could have sworn that the little football player smiled back. ' ROBERT SAUNDERS. Theme Songs japan- My Mantchurialf' China- Bye, Bye, Bluefjacketslf' Germany-'ilust one more chance. Novelist- Everything must have an ending. Spaghetti- Bigger and better than ever. Hoover- Fired. Football- Ooh! That kick! Iohn R.-A'My dime is your dime. Burglar- Though you may belong to somebody else. Tonight you belong to me! Roosevelt 6 Smith- I hear you calling mel' All Stockholders- Mean to Mel An Austin fas fat lady approachesl-A'Lady, Stay Away from My Door. Our Books-'AHave a little faith in mel Honolulu- Between the devil and the deep blue seal Al Capone- If I had the wings of an Angel. Babe Ruth fto baseballJ- Toodle-oo-SoLong-Goodbye! All Seniors- Through, Prosperity- Around the Corner. Depression- How Long Will It Last? ARLINE Iuno, '34. 19

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FARMING-'TON STTTUDEYTTS T-- Beyond the Styx STEADY hum from Farmington I-Iigh. The noise was terrific. Per- haps, the noisiest room was the typewriting room, where keys beat endlessly upon the typewriter rolls. Perhaps the heat, and the rhythm of typewriter keys were too much for lack. Slowly, swaying to the tat-tat-tat, his head sank upon the keyboard. Off through space he flew, till he came to a strange land where time was no more. Soon he spied a broad river. Quickly he dropped down at its edge. MWhat place is this? wondered the boy. You are on the bank of the River Styx, rang out the voice of a boatman further down the bank. lump into the boat, and I'll take you across to see some shades who recently arrived from your world. The river was safely crossed, a guide was furnished, and off our Farming- tonian started. Day is just beginning, announced the guide, so you'l1 have a fine chance to visit our schools. Do you have school in such hot weather? questioned lack, i'Most certainly, but our schools are quite different from those in your world, explained the guide. We take a victim, furnish the best teachers of the ages, and use practical demonstrations. Better results are usually obtained by having the pupils stand on red-hot coals. That must produce a feeling similar to being called upon when you haven't studied your lesson, and can't even guess at the answer. i'Exactly, agreed the guide. Show me some of your schools in action, urged lack in anticipation. I will, but you must remain silent while I explain the happenings, ad- monished Iack's companion, First, notice that winged horse tour equivalent to your automobilesl that is rapidly approaching us. All of our victims own one of them to get to school on time. They are very fierce beasts and you must sing constantly if they are to keep their temper. See that man getting off? That's Mr. Ellis, and he looks all worn out, Well, I can't say that it is unusual, when you consider that he must sing at the top of his voice to the horse all the time. These horses are the shades of radio sopranos who have since been sub- jected to listen to other people sing for them. You can imagine what torture that must be! Do you recognize the fellow flying through the air? That's Mr. Taylor being put through an experiment by Sir Isaac Newton to test his law of falling bodies. Archimedes, Watts, Franklin and others are waiting to conduct similar tests with him. That's what you call real laboratory work. Those ancient-appearing men over by that furnace include Herodotus, Confucius, Pericles, Moses, Ptolemy, Napoleon, and the Gracchi. They're cross-questioning Miss Ames just now. To the left you see Miss Bower being taught how to take the square foot of a circle. 21