Gloucester High School - Flicker Yearbook (Gloucester, MA)

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And weary with the heat was now at rest. Upon the young man’s face, his pleading eyes With soft entreaty gazed. ‘‘Kind sir,” he said, ‘‘Please bring to me a drink from yonder brook, For weariness my strength o’erpowers, I fain Would rest.” ‘‘Nay, nay, dear child,” the vouth replies, ‘‘I would that I might help thee in thy need, But nobler purpose bids me hasten on; I seek the brilliant temple known as Fame. Detain me not, for mine a glorious life Must be.” So still as day by day passed by, Fresh chance had he for aiding needy ones, But scarce a glance to each one vouchsafed he, As ever on he made his way to reach Fame’s temple fair. At last he gained the lofty glitt’ring gate, Where goddess Duty, sitting, held the key To Glory’s inner shrine. As he drew near he cried, ‘‘Oh, noble queen! Give now thy key to one, who struggling on Has run life’s course.” But goddess Duty Only sighed: “Alas, vain one,” she said, “ ’Twas I, who in the guise of lovely child Desired a cup of water at thy hand, ’Twas I you met, yea, all along your path In forms of sore distress and need. Each time You passed me by with mere regretful words, Therefore depart — for Fame cannot be thine.” And so the vision left me, all amazed, As round me sank the waning day. Full soon, O friends, our school days will be o’er. We all to various needs of life must turn ; So let us, then, with true and hearty zeal, Be faithful in each little task to come, For only thus can lasting Fame be won. And may, in future years, in life’s great book, ’Midst names of those in grace and honor high Be read the names of Nineteen Hundred One. — Joseph K. Dustin.

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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

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Prophecy for 1901, PART I. DIDN’T dream, I didn’t have a vision, I didn’t go to war, nor discover an old manuscript, — I simply went to school, — but why should I call it school ? Only the outside of the build- ing remained the same and when I entered, every room had become a city in which I found some of my former classmates. As I entered the basement, the place took on the appearance of Jerusa- lem and as I walked through it I recognized Carlton Knight excavating about an ancient palace. He had already found many valuable religious manuscripts and expected to find many more. Surprised to visit foreign lands without having to travel to them, I walked upstairs and as I passed into the place where the study-room had been, I found myself in New York. Here I heard Miss Annie Cannon give a very able speech as lawyer for the defence in a famous case between two large compa- nies. Bursts of applause frequently came to my ears and I learned afterward that she succeeded in winning $20,000,000 for the corporation whose counsel she was. Not far from this I entered a large private school, where Miss Marguerite D. Haskell was delivering an informal talk to a class of girls on “Baseball for Spare Moments.’’ It is needless to say that it was very fine. After walking a short distance, a lady mistaking me, as I thought, for some acquaintance came toward me smiling pleasantly. After a few min- utes conversation I learned that this was Miss Ernestine Harding in dis- guise. She had become a detective and was now going to California in search of some stolen diamonds. Up in the Hall, or rather in Denver, our president, Frank Elliott, ap- peared. After graduating from “Tech,’’ he had been successful as a min- ing engineer, and was now nominated as mayor of the city. In the Physics room, which was now changed into Boston, I found the greatest number of my classmates. At a concert in Symphony Hall I heard Nellie Dixon called forth again and again to sing to a delighted au- dience. Eater I was told that the fame of Joseph Dustin even now rivalled some of our ancient masters. Here I discovered Butman at an early hour (strange event) working as- siduously to perfect a system of mind telegraphy. He told me that, within 24