Framingham North High School - Archon Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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The ' Philomath Page Seventeen ]■ CLASS NIGHT ■a Class History I Now we are launched on a glorious sea To peruse again our class history; To review our humorous ups and downs And discover the numerous smiles and frowns Which guided us on our way. II We entered. Ah! the lure of it, The anticipation and fear to wit. There were two hundred twenty-three To traverse this rollicking sophomore sea. (But now we weep, for some are gone; However the sails are up — sail on!) We hustled about the corridors, Fearing the Seniors ' mocking roars At little Sophs, and perplexing doors. We ' d rather die than show our fears To upper classmen of ancient years. For the first time on October fifth An assembly was held our minds to uplift. And then — came exams! Away — care- free plans; Here comes life with a little more strife. November ' s marks showed where we stood Scholastically, some not so good. In February we had a campaign To see who ' d get positions of fame. As president we chose Bud Hill, Who holds that great position still. Then Gret, Bob, and Virginia Made up the rest of our guiding star. Oh! We mustn ' t forget that great event The Carnival — its fun and joy — Busy planning for days and days And then success — expense allays. We gave our money to divers good causes — Movie Machine — Philomath — Annex flaws. On April 5th — a social affair, The Sophomore dance with its joyous flare. The year wore on to a fitting close, We were no more Sophs — but on Junior toes. Ill The summer days of twenty-nine Wrought changes in the little Sophs; As Juniors we were well in line To cope with problems doped by profs! We now were ready to assume The grave responsibilities Of keeping order — lifting gloom, And showed our capabilities. The Seniors seemed much closer now; The social proved this very fact. We could be equal — need not bow — By us they saw they could be backed. The first five months passed without note. Our class perceived the nearing goal. We pondered deep on what we wrote And studied hard for honor roll. But joy was mixed with all our work — A carnival of clubs was held To aid the future of our school, To clear the past — old debts were filled. In March the name of Senior first Was vaguely wed to thirty-one. Elective blanks dispelled the worst, We dared to think the fight was won. In sports we showed our much loved school That we were versatile. In all the major games we ruled That hardy brawn was fighting still. Our Junior Prom, the joy of joys, On Friday the thirteenth was held, When Junior-Senior girls and boys

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Page Sixteen The Philomath industries, there still remains great room for improvement. Man has never been satisfied with his own accomplishments, and will continue to improve that which he has already invented. Even life is comparable to industry in this respect. The first third of a person ' s life is spent in acquiring general knowl- edge of his environment, the problems he is expected to face, and the activities toward which he intends to direct his efforts. The remainder of a person ' s life is spent in specializing in some particular phase of activity which he has selected as his vocation. Always a person finds that even though he may devote his entire life- time to a certain phase of any activity, he can never learn all there is to know in his line of work. To be sure, it may seem that the peak of success and accomplish- ment has been reached, yet there still re- main limitless regions to be conquered. Tonight we, the class of 1931, stand on the dividing line between generalization and specialization. For twelve long years we have tediously toiled to acquire a gen- eral knowledge of ourselves and our en- vironment. Like Columbus we have sailed a great sea, but unlike the sea of dark- ness which Columbus traversed, ours has been a sea of enlightenment, namely, that of education. Like Columbus, however, we also have suffered and made many sacrifices in order to achieve our goal. Many times during our voyage we too have been on the verge of surrendering and returning, but some new clue has in- dicated that our goal was within reach, and we have revived our faith in our un- dertaking. Finally, three years ago this June, we, like Columbus, were rewarded for our efforts when we received our diplomas from the Junior High Schools and felt that our long journey had been worth while. Then, like Balboa, we realized that there was something greater to be achieved before we could rest comfort- ably. The High School course offered greater possibilities for advancement, and so we, like Balboa, decided to investigate and see just what was to be offered by the new territory. As our venture became more difficult, our numbers diminished likewise, and the number entering High School was considerably less than that which had completed the Junior High School course. During the past three years some of us have made heavy sacri- fices and expended unlimited energy that we might progress through the high school course and attain the lofty levels of culture which it afforded. To be sure, not all of us have been able to maintain the pace, and a few have been eliminated, much the same as the followers of Balboa dropped by the trail as the ascent grew steeper and more difficult. Yet those of us who have succeeded in this mission feel that the long and difficult trip has been worth the trouble. And now we, like Balboa and his fol- lowers who stood on the highest peak of the Andes chain, are standing on the peak separating generalization from specializa- tion. Behind us lies the wide expanse of the sea of generalization which we have already traversed; before us lies the boundless and unexplored sea of special- ization. We know not the dangers and the rewards which lie within and beyond this wide expanse; yet all of us will ven- ture forth to navigate this great body. Like the unfortunate of Magellan ' s crew, many of us will never realize our fondest ambitions, but will perish by the wayside; but like the more fortunate of Magellan ' s crew, some of us will succeed in traversing this great expanse and will sail into the port of achievement. Today we stand between these great bodies; tomorrow we shall begin the long and hazardous voyage across the great (Continued on page 28

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Page Eighteen The Thilomath All sillv superstition quelled — This surely made the year complete No better fun — all records beat. IV Ah! Lords and Ladies now Of all that we surveyed. How dignified we were become, So learned, wise, and staid. One hundred strong and forty-five Assembled as a happy tribe. Poor sophs! Bewildered and alarmed Wandered through the halls. Our duty: them to keep unharmed From Junior whims and pitfalls. With Bud again our leader, Aided by these three — Virginia, Gret and Pal We worked in perfect harmony. Christmastide, our spirit was shown. We sent to people in the town Food and clothing and good cheer To last, we hope, another year. Nineteen hundred thirty-one! Our greatest year of joy and fun! Witness this our greatest play— O f nuts by nuts did someone say? Ah, say not so, for art is art, All geniuses must have their start. Thus far we had made good our boast And kept our duties uppermost. Honor men, who would they be? All dared to hope, yet all could see Virginia and Richard the laurels had won. Congratulations! A task well done! Photographer: Look pretty please. No fun this posing — ill at ease. The final goal — our graduation — ■ Is now in sight; no illustration Can picture better what it means Than each face which around us beams. The sands of time are slowly falling, Now various positions are calling. Goodbye! Goodbye! we must move on. Yet each shall strive to come upon A niche within life ' s hall of fame. Whate ' re it may be — we ' ll be the same Members of old thirty-one United, loyal, always one. V Now back to port! The trip is o ' er; Fond mem ' ry lands we did explore, Old times that we shall ne ' er forget. Alma Mater, with keen regret We bid adieu and pledge to thee Our fondest love and loyalty. Alice Murphy, ' 31. Class Prophecy — 1931 Girls Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can ' t tell where to find them — That was the embarrassing situation which confronted me one June day in 1941, while strolling along Fifth Avenue in the city of Nobscot, where I met an old acquaintance, Madame Find Them, who asked me whether I had heard from or seen any of my former classmates. I was taken unaware by Madame ' s sudden in- terest in the lost sheep of the Class of 1931. Her question bewildered me. Per- haps she could help! I invited Madame to my home and there we made plans and preparations for our never-to-be-forgotten journey which would enable us to assem- ble our lost flock. Thus at sunrise on the following day we began our trip, which proved to be full of excitement, thrills and stirring adventures. Madame and I decided to travel in up- to-date style. But how? A whirr and a roar of a rocketship answered our ques- tion. What could be better than a rocket- ship sailing through the vast expanse of air into No Man ' s Land? The ship landed, and we climbed on board, but who was to manipulate the contraption? We waited a few minutes, and our pilot soon appeared. Who could she be? Blonde Hattie Anna, known to us as Harricttc Ralston! Hattie