Gloucester High School - Flicker Yearbook (Gloucester, MA)

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desire for revenge. Be it sufficient to say that we have tried to follow their advice and would thank them for it. We would hand it down to the class below, having extracted from it our full portion of benefit. SENIOR year. In September, 1900, when the Cffiss reassembled for the last year together, we had changed in many ways. We had matured into grave and dignified Seniors, and we found our environment as greatly altered as if we had awakened from a long sleep. From a subordinate position we had risen to the respected and honored dignity of Seniors. Imagine the transformation in our minds, the newly gained importance of seniority ! No longer was it compatible with our exalted ideas of our character to gather in the corridors as did the more unsophisticated classes, and, though some alienated them- selves from us so far as to mingle in these groups, most of us preferred the studious seclusion of Miss Wilder’s room. There we formed the noblest and grandest resolutions to acquire a reputation for scholarship like the one which we knew we enjoyed for energy and business ability. This lofty ideal we kept for over a week and then, well it seemed to elude our grasp, and if we couldn’t reach it, why, there was no more use trying for it than trying to reach the moon. However, we lost not one particle of our dignity, but some of us appeared in uniforms which added still more to our importance. During the past few years the social spirit which was once so high seems to have waned, but this year it has returned to some proportion of its for- mer size and from the unusual number of socials in the upper classes seems to give promise of maintaining itself. As athletes we have never been re- markable, but the Class of 1901 has always done its share in the support of athletics and has had some few representatives on school teams. An attempt was made to play basket-ball but fortune favored neither the boys nor girls. Whatever may be said about our strength in athletics no one can accuse us of lack of energy in school affairs. Two fairs have been held, both under the management of members of our class and these have helped the school spirit a little. But a hundred times as much interest is needed to put Gloucester on a level with other schools in all interscholastic events, except drill. In the latter, we can surely claim a high position.

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10. And there were in that place divers kinds of ferocious beasts, ziniors and joonures and zofomores which did prey upon the class even to the Mer- chant child. 11. And there were many of the class which were compelled to project hideous noises from the throat and nostrils. And these spasms occurred the first thing Monday morning. And the noises were intended to drown the sound of the wringers throughout the city. And, verily, their purpose was fully accomplished. SECUNDUS ANNUS. Gens Scholam Attendit. THIRD YEAR. By BILL HAKEGAFF the Brother of OMNES. Bless thee ’01 , thou wast indeed translated. From the most hopeless milk- sops ever born of woman, thy sons sprang to full-grown lions, sniffing, roaring, challenging; thy daughters grew to maidens, fairest of the fair, rosy-cheeked, the fields’ chief flowers, sweet beyond comparison. And all thy children, filled with greedy lust for gold chose to hold a sale, which gained for them ninety and more ducats. To Knight, in lieu of treas- ure-house, they intrusted their moneys, and as each ducat with royal ring fell into his bag, the wily smile on the treasurer’s lips expanded to a grin. That gold, with moneys wrung each month from the class, did serve to buy a banner, and furthermore to start a good-sized bank account. And much discussion ensued over the rate of usury to be got for the ducats, but at length the money was let at the rate of three ducats on the hundred usage money. But another force was at work with you; sweet love, Cupid, the knavish lad that makes poor females sad, that year attacked the males. Many a love-sick swain did roam about in quest of his desired, and all school work forgot. Rivals for the fair ones increased and jealousy was rife. At first one room had sufficed for both the sexes, but soon the grievous separation came and love’s path was filled with thorns, — the keepers of the virgins. But soon the craze declined and though some are still enthralled, the better part woke up, came out of it and now are sane again. That selfsame year a scroll was published by the Seniors which reeked with advice for all the classes and with its sharp criticisms inbred in some The author’s attempt to write the history of the second year entirely in r,atin. 20

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Ode. “Not only around our infancy Doth Heaven with all its splendors lie; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not.” — Lowell. No rest is there more sweet beneath the sun, When fiercely on our heads the noonday heat Beats down, no sweeter respite to the child Of Nature, when distressed with strife and care Than to the shady thicket to withdraw, And there ’mid rustling trees and murm’ring brooks, Unite sweet sleep and sweetest blissful dreams. To such, with glad and peaceful sense of rest, I fled, and soon, e’er many soft refrains Of gently sighing liquid music swelled, I was in slumber wrapt. Do, then a vision — As in my dreams my thoughts to boundless heights Of loftiness and pure ambition rose— Seemed bidding me to look and give good heed. A youth from childhood’s home was going forth. Before his eyes the path of life in turns And tortuous windings lay outspread afar, And at the journey’s end the land of dreams. Toward this, and to the gleaming shrine of Fame, Ambition called to him through toil and pain, “Press on !” So he with bounding heart and light, Goes forth. Behind him all that in the past Has held for him the joy of love and peace Without a sigh is left, and he beholds All else with scorn, except the shrine of Fame. And so he journeys on, scarce taking time To rest at night in some secluded nook, Or quiet peasant’s cot amid the trees ; And still again by day he rushes on, Upon his brow the firm, determined look Of one on single purpose bent, while in His heart the hope of grandeur and renown. At last as he was hastening on his way Beneath ' the midday sun’s most fervid heat, ’Mong withering, thirsty grasses by the road, A little child he chanced upon, who faint 22