Fitchburg High School - Boulder Yearbook (Fitchburg, MA)

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LITTLE JOURNEYS respective paternal domiciles, all was one continual round of enjoyment. That fudge — sure, it was the best that ever was. But when we reached Gardner, certainly this was fairyland. Myriads of Chinese lanterns lighted our pathway ' , and when once inside we literally walked on flowers. It was May Day and that hall was a veritable bower of the “Queen of the May.” Flowers underfoot, flowers in our hands, flowers overhead, and CA ' erywhere our beloved gold and white. Who could wish more? Yet there was more; for there was Gardner beauty itself everywhere manifest and mak- ing us feel thoroughly at home. Then the grand march and then the flower hunt, and every bit of ice was broken, all constraint was at an end. To say we hugel3 enjoyed ourselves, would be putting it mildly ; in fact, we cannot find words in which to adequately express ourselves, and so will conclude by proposing “Nine ’Rahs for Gardner.” 28

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LITTLE JOURNEYS the immense hall in whieh we found ourselves. Then, while waiting for the theatricals to begin, we amused ourselves by writing our autographs on each other’s programs. (It is well to add just here, that of all the methods for losing one’s pencils, I consider the autograph game about the limit.) After the play — which, by the way, was very well rendered — there was a long and tedious wait before the dancing was to begin, enlivened only with a little tumbling exhibition by Misses Jennison and Munn. We had, in fact, al most given up hope of having any dancing at all, when we were delighted by the arrival of an orchestra composed of three whole pieces, and it was announced that the first dance was to be a grand march. After this came a waltz, and we began choosing our partners and looking forward in anticipation of more to come, when we were paralyzed by the announcement that there could be no more dancing. No more dancing! Confusion! Why, what did we go down there for? But the prin- cipal was inexorable ; we might go through a prom- enade or two if we so desired, but never a dance could we have. While we were deciding whether or not to boycott the grand march, however, the or- chestra packed up and left us in the lurch, thus forci- bly reminding us of the lateness of the hour. After another scramble in the dressing-room and a general leave-taking all around we all piled into the car and started on the home trip to Fitchburg and civilization. To Gardner Again. Our Reception. Did we have a good time ? Well, say, from the time we left Fitchburg, till we again reached our 27

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A s soon as we were all running smoothly again in the well-worn rut of hard study and grind, Mr. Cobb issued a call for volunteers to make up the Glee Club, and for a few weeks the building resounded with a series of discordant shrieks and groans which were later to be metamorphosed by “Our Director’s” magic touch into the sweetest and most harmonious chorus of male voices that has ever raised the ra fters of our dear old Alma Mater. No sooner had we assembled in martial array than Mr. Cobb found himself confronted by two stu- pendous problems, namely: To teach Hackett to sing in time, and to keep young Robbins out of mischief. Incredible as it may seem, after many weeks of pa- tient drill, intermixed with myriads of dire threats and dreadful imprecations, both were eventually solved and we were all tamed down sufficiently to make a tremendous hit at our first public appear- ance. In fact, our popularity became so great that the girls became alarmed lest they should be neg- 29