Fitchburg High School - Boulder Yearbook (Fitchburg, MA)

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tcMidcd not to mind it, it was very evident they felt (jiiite sore by several ])ointed allusions referring to the little ]3ain])hlet whieh a|)])eared in their elass hook. Two elass ])arties were sueecssfully eondueted during this year, and we were also honored by c ' lnother invitation from onr Junior friends at Gardner, whieh was aeeepted, but nnfortnnatelv only a small number were able to attend. It mi ht be interesting to mention that Wyman eame to the eonelu- sion that his “eonsin” had forgotten him beeause he was unable to find her at the picnie. 1906 had the honor of elaiming the elass baseball ehampionship, winning out at the last moment in a verv exeiting series of games. Our last year has made a fitting “finis” to our unsur]3assed reeord in the school, and our senior danees have been surprisingly sueeessful, both soeialh and financially. Gardner entertained us again in the “ehair town,” and we endeavored to return their kindness by giving a danee in their honor at Fitehburg. The Black Hand should also be remembered for suppressing the wild and vvoolh Juniors and for keeping things alive at the school building during our Senior year. The only thing that they regret is that Principal Woodbury declined to remain on the member- ship roll, the only plausible reason being that he thought things were too slow. He likes faster company, you know. We upheld our prestige of former years in athletics, for again we won the class baseball championship in a walk. To top the climax, the captains of the three athletic teams this year are members of the class of 1906. Our experience in F. H. S. has indeed been one of harmony and concord, and we now stand first among all the classes which have graduated from the school, with a clean and unparalleled record to prove it. We, as a class and individually, have noth- ing to fear or be ashamed of, and if in the future, no matter what our occupation may be, we are still able to uphold the good record which we have so well begun, socially, intellectually, and moralh we cannot help but reflect honor and credit both upon our celebrated class of 1906 and upon our dear old Alma Mater. IG

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HISTORY I HE final clash down the home streteh [73 of our last year in the Fitehburg High Sehool is over, and the elass of 1906 has broken the tape at the finish amid a blaze of glory and has emerged bearing a reeord far more suceessful and in- teresting than any of its precedents. Our Gardner co-classmates have treated us royally. They first show ed their rec- ognition of our superiority over any other class in F. H. S. by inviting us to a picnic at Lake Wachusett, so that they might become personally acquainted with us. Wyman had a most delightful time, and when it was time to go home he was among the missing, but was finally found on a settee near the lake with a Gardner girl (whom he afterwards ex- plained to us was his “cousin”), with his watch set back an hour and a half. Also, during our Freshman year, the elass in some unexplainable way accumulated the enormous sum of $1, and thereby had the honor of being the first class in ¥. H. S. to make any mc:)ney during their first year. During our Sophomore year our athletic prowess was given a boost when we surprised the school by tying ’04 for first place in the interclass meet, scoring 40 points. The classes of ’05 and ’07 were shut out. The next year we were formally organized, efficient officers being elected tc3 conduct the affairs of our great class in the proper manner. It was during this year that the solemn and dignified Seniors were awakened to the fact that they w ere really a very slow class by allowing us to publish the “Flapper” with- out making the least attempt at retaliation. Although they pre-

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Vy: PROPHECY T hat this simple card — First Re- union of the Class of 1906, F. H. S., Assembly Hall, June 20, 1907 — could cause any trouble seems absurd, and yet, indirectly, it was the cause of a most won- derful and extraordinary experience. I hailed this announcement with delight, for it would give me an opportunity to show to my classmates a most wonderful explosive which I had invented during the year. At exactly 3 o’clock in the afternoon of June 20, all the members of our glorious class, with the exception of “Doc” McNamara, who had m ste- riously disappeared a few weeks before, were gath- ered in Assembly hall to experience the pleasure of their first reunion. As soon as the meeting opened, I arose and spoke of my discovery and offered to bring down a can of the powder from the “lab” on the fourth floor, if any one wished to examine it. They all seemed interested, so I hurried to the “lab,” selected one of the largest cans and started for the stairs, but had hardly taken a step when I slipped on a gumdrop which one of the infantile ’07 children had dropped, and — BANG!! ! When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying on a great white cloud, looking up at a wall of gold which enclosed a beau- tiful city of the same material. I knew at once that this must be one of the unexplored planets. In a dazed way I approached the gate and applied for admis- sion by passing my card through a small sliding panel to a white- robed attendant within, who told me that the High Potentate of the planet Prometheus, on which I had fallen, would soon appear. Almost immediately the massive portals swung inward, and imagine my surprise when I recognized the High Potentate, in spite of his long flowing hair and beard and his majestic stride, as none other than McNamara, our lost classmate. I started to 17