Fitchburg High School - Boulder Yearbook (Fitchburg, MA)

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Our Class Flower — Daisy White. HAVE YOU TRIED J. A. HOLLAND, Fashionable Tailor .... MAKER OF HIGH-GRADE Rublee, Sanborn Co., Custom : Clothing -f OPTICIANS, - For Glasses ? WE HAVE EXCEIISIVE AGENCY FOR BUT- LER IMBORTED WOOLENS FOR THE CITY. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED. REPAIRING 195 Main St., .... Fitchburg. 162 Main Street. n. N. Benjamin, riNC QROCCRIC5 Eruit, Etc. 364 Main Street. “Oh! he was all made of love and eharms, whatever maid eonld wish or man admire.” — H— m-y Delea, ’98.

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where we were to have the ])leas- nre of eonipleting our eourse. When we came back to enjo}’ our privileges as Juniors, we were in entirely different circumstances. There were more teachers, more room, more time, more fun — more ever3Thing. Now began our first real feelings of strength and importance. Now we began to think of organiza- tion. Accordingh ' , a meeting was called, Mr. Chapin in the chair, and the class elected Ballantine president; Dora Clifford, vice-pres- ident; Nellie Burnap, secretary’; and George Rice, treasurer. Like the hustling class that we are, we speediW chose class colors (gold and white), and for a flower the Alarguerite. Then we chose our motto, which is as helpful as it is renowned. Shortly Helen Rice and her committee had furnished us with our rings and pins, the prettiest in the annals of the school, and this time ’96 was breathless. Wh 3 should it not be? No class has ever before under- taken so much in its Junior year, and we actualH frightened people with our executive abilit 3 We had our first part 3 That it was a success goes without sa dng. Before long we decided to have another. Then it was that the jealous ' of ’96 began to show it- self. What? Let the Juniors outdo them by having two parties? Au- dacity! Never! Now came a series of secret meetings, and dead silence on the ])art ' cpiestion. Meanwhile, our tickets were out and our suc- cess assured. We assumed an air of indifference and waited for de- velopments. “Murder will out.” Shorth ' before the time set for our party, thev issued tickets, and be- hold ! they had b ' hook or bv crook (but we think more proba- ble b ' the cheek of Bowers), ar- ranged their partv to come before ours. It would be a waste of words to give details, for ’97 and its friends know how the affair came out, and what the popular verdict was, in spite of the Jamaica ginger episode, which, b the wav, was such a brilliant idea, so worth of ’96. .A.S usual, the Juniors were “in- vited” to decorate the halls for graduation. Again we exhibited our magnanimity b v breaking our backs and empt 3 fing our treasury, with several helpful (?) suggestions fro m some of the Seniors, and a great man 3 complaints. Again we were silent until our time came. Monday’ morning, after graduation, we beheld a bright ’96 flag floating from the staff. That would never

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do. At least, Rice evidently thought so, if we can judge from his acro- batic performance. But all good things come to an end, and so it was with the Seniors. Not that the ' came to an end (im- possible!), but the quarrels with us. We have been Seniors for near- h a school year, and we have fol- lowed the Golden Rule. We have lived on and prospered; we have had five parties (no Jamaica gin- ger), all of which have been emin- entU successful; and we are very happy. Rice is equal to his duties. we know Miss Waymouth will not abscond, and we have so many good-looking members that we are proud to belong to each other. Of course we have a great and lasting affection for our teachers, who know and appreciate our worth, and we are loyal to Mr. Hitch- cock and the school. We do not know what is in store for us, but ma each one of us look back up- on the life at our beloved school, and the relation to the class of ’97, as one of the happiest periods of his or her existence. The Teachers Sletgh-Ride The High School teachers had a sleigh-ride last winter. Don’t you wish that 3’ou had gone Witham? The ' passed the Fairbanks of the Nashua, and the fields were Brown — a Goodhue for the tired eyes of the teachers. MerriU- y thev rode ov er the Sleepers of the railroad in their gay Hunt for a good time. It would have made any sick Hart- well to see so many people All-en one sleigh. Through mistake, some May have thrown Riee enough to Stoek-er farm at them as they passed through s -Bingham. So- Bur-gess-tuves were made as the sharp, Cool-klge of the wind drew across their faces. Scarfs fluttered like sails on Briggs, and they thought of the glowing Cowles in the grates at home. They had a small luncheon, but as the pie-crust was Al-lard they left it in a black- Smith shop on the wa No-len- thy discussion of the fun that passed between them need be en- tered upon here, so we will close, hoping that the came home via Kimball street, and adding that Professor Hiteheoek was there too. Note. — This article was written by Mr. H. B. Sherman, one of the most promising literary geniuses of the Senior Class. The committee refuses to take the responsibility for the fieree puns herein perpetrated.