Fitchburg High School - Boulder Yearbook (Fitchburg, MA)

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. “(Gravitates toward aTi3 tliinff eatable.” Who? cHp Burning! FREDERICK RYAN, A Gas l an c Oven Has a perfectly even tern- FIRvST-CLAvSvS Sweats and „ Provisions. perature. Ironing . . FRUITS AND VEGETABLES IN THEIR SEASON, ALSO, FISH AND OYSTERS. One 1)11 rncr heats all irons. 220 WATER STREET, FITCHBURG, MASS. Water Heaters F. L. Cars stop in front of door. Onr Instantaneous Water Heaters are absolutely won- derful. Fuel ... Gas is the ideal fuel. JOHN E. BARNEvS, Fitchburg FINE BOOTS AND SHOES, 138 WATER ST., FITCHBURG. GasinlElectric Light Company. Miss Allard. — “How does that paragraph strike j’oa ?” Derby. — “I don’t think it strnek me.”

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Pointed Paragraphs. “Among tliosc earliest in his ])laee.“ — Ronrke. “Whose little body lodged a great mind.’’ — Belding, ’00. “With a smile that was childlike and bland.’’ — Mr. Nolen. “Greater men ma ' have lived bnt I doubt it.’’ — Cowdrey. “A quiet smile pla ed round his li])S.’’ — T. C. Brown, ’00. “Enough to warm, but not enough to burn.” — Gillis’s hair. “She has the pale eomplexion of true love.” — Miss Parshley, ’00. “Pleasure and action make the hour seem short.” — Miss Fitts’ rhet- oric class. “Twice was he married before he was twenty, and man ' times after. ’ ’ — Russell . “For I’m not so old and not so plain, and Pm quite prepared to marry.” — Air. Hartwell. “Work may be the grandest gift of God to man ; it’s getting stale with me.” — Sheddon, ’00.. “She could dictate seven lessons at once, at the same time writing her memoirs.” — Miss Allard. “If 3 ' ou wish your lessons well done 3 ' ou must do them yourself, do not leave them to others.” — Apdes Standish’s advice to C. Wiggins C. “ Columns of ]:)ale blue smoke like clouds of incense ascending.” — P oot- ball team’s return from Cushing. “ You are a beauty and a mysteiw and create in us great love and reverence from afar . — Aliss Brown. “There would have been more of him if there hadn’t been turned up so much for feet.” — R. Sherman. Phrenological Chart of 1901. 1. CapaciP ' to bluff. 2. Flirt. 3. Athletic abilit 3 4. Profanit3 5. Wheels. 6. Conceit. 7. Piet3 8. Spooniness. 9. Destructiveness. Knowledge of text books, application to study, reverence for the proprieties and the aged (’00) are contained in the space between 4- and 7.

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Familiar Quotations. The Sleighride. At seven they sat as strangers sit, With half a seat between; At eight the two much closer drew, As friends they then were seen ; At nine the moon shone down upon The pair a foot apart; At ten her face with gentle Grace Was nestled next his heart. “For thee I dim these eyes and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.” — To Miss Allard. “ His absence from his mother oft he’ll mourn, And with his eyes look wishes to return.” — Fear for Roy at Harvard. “There swims no goose so gray but soon or late She finds some honest gander for a mate.” — Consolation for Miss Fairbanks. “Restore the lock!” she cries, and all around “ Restore the lock! ” her father’s cries resound. — [Miss Hutchinson’s loss of hair. Dedi- cated to Woodward, ’00.] “Well, the links are broken, All is past ; This farewell when spoken Is the last.” “And still they gazed and still their wonder grew That one small head could carry all he [thought] he knew.” — Bingham, ’01. “’Tis the voice of a sluggard; I hear him complain, ‘You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.’” — F. P. Lord. “ If chance a mouse creeps in her sight. She finely counterfeits a fright. So sweetly screams if it comes near It ravishes all hearts to hear.” — Miss Elizabeth Alvira Harding Sleeper. [Note. — This, however, is not strictly true, because there is one “Mouse ” of whom she is particularly fond.] A High School Idyl. There’s a thin, long-faced man. Which is Cobb, Wears the tightest pants he can. Don’t you, Cobb? Oh ! he’s lanky but he’s wise. He’s a wonder for his size. And with specs on both his e ' es. He’s a sight! Now when he gets right mad, (That is, Cobb,) It’s a sight that makes you sad. Our Cobb. Oh! he’d chill you with a look; He’s a master of the book, What he don’t know — ask the cook. Can’t they, Cobb ?