Gloucester High School - Flicker Yearbook (Gloucester, MA)

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“ Charles Wetterer, policeman stout, comes pacing up the street, The terror of the little boys who live upon his beat ; His uniform is not so bright as in the clays of yore, And now he wears a badge and club, and wields his sword no more. “ Arrayed in robes of spotless white, I see a smiling bride, A fat and yellow Chinaman is standing by her side. It is your old friend, Sally G.; she soon will be his wife, And in the far-off land of rice will lead a happy life. “ 0 Zeus Preserver ! What is this ! Ah, can this thing be so ! Alphonso Tarr, an anarchist? Ye gods, avert the blow ! With blazing eyes and howls of rage, he heads the motley throng, That drags King Edward from the throne, where he has reigned so long ! “ From far and wide the people come to visit Edith Crowe ; Oh never shall this world of ours a weirder maiden know. In wondrous trances, long drawn out, she meets a spirit band, And carries messages to earth from out the spirit land. “ In Father Holloran I see a member of your class, His youthful follies gave no hint of what would come to pass ; But when for gold, a fickle maid, his trusting heart forsook, He swore to never love again, and holy orders took. “ Amid the plaudits of the crowd, behind the footlights’ glare, Belle Kerr is stalking up and down with highly tragic air ; She makes the Lady of Macbeth a portrait full of truth, And shows the ' •eat advantages of Shakespeare learned in youth. “Kow here is Bessie Woodbury in uniform of gray, With leather bag slung on her back in quite a mannish way ; Among progressive womankind, she surely takes a place, And her duties as a postman are performed with speed and grace. “ Here is a man whom you must own has made the most of time, For Edward Rowe has reached a height where few may hope to climb ;

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“ Right,” said Socrates cheerfully. “ Its the nearest thing we can get to what she was used to once. Stand by the door. She’s beginning.” And somewhere from the thick vapor a shrill voice began, contin- uing without a pause, while Socrates’ pencil scratched vigorously. “ Beside the broad Pacific Sea, upon the tropic sands, Reclines the Rev. ‘ Butter ’ Brooks, a Bible in his hands ; And twenty little blackamoors, the converts he has made, Are toiling for him in the sun, while he sits in the shade. “ Xow see the far-off western ranch, where, on her catt le’s track, Miss Agnes Alexander rides upon a broncho’s back; Her trusty band of cowboys brave are rounding up the herd, And when she speaks — each man must jump ! obedient to her word. “ Within his lordly castle hall, with coronet on brow, Sits Leonard Herne, an English earl ; you well may wonder how ; But all his noble ancestors have shuffled off so fast, That he was called across the sea to take his place at last. “ With sample case and bag of books, Miss Burnham comes to view; The smartest female drummer that the country ever knew. With ever restless energy, she speeds from town to town. While ‘ men,’ consumed with envy, must ‘ go way back and sit down.’ “ Who treads the deck of yonder bark upon the bounding sea? ’Tis Skipper Bill Maclnnis of the schooner 6 Sarah B.’ Though small of frame, he still must work, and o’er the water roam, To feed his seven hungry boys who wait for him at home. “ With bonnet of enormous size, in modest Shaker dress, Behold your schoolmate, Susie Rowe ! a change you must confess. She dwells within the Shaker town, no thought has she of man, What blighted hopes have sent her here, imagine, if you can ! SAWYER FREE LTRRART ai.OUCESTEit. MASS. G1930

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He drives the city wat’ring cart and from his lofty seat, He guides his slowly moving steeds along the dusty street. “ The Misses Collins and Ahearn have laboured long and hard In teaching Virgil to the Finns, that noble Boman bard ; For they affirm that this alone will elevate the mind, And in this almost thankless task their greatest joy they find. “ Though sad the tale I have to tell, I feel I must relate The outline and the truthful facts of Dora Lawson’s fate : For blinded by ambition’s glow, she left her home behind her With one she thought a noble count, who proved an organ-grinder. “ There was one girl in your famed class whose pen poured forth strange story, Of transformation, spirit life, all strange and wild and gory. The Xew York Journal — W T omen’s Page. What name there? Mollie Kowe ! Yes — Ella Wheeler Wilcox is long forgotten now. u W r ho would have thought that Warren Swett could ever come to be The stylish, up-to-date old beau whom now I seem to see ; Of Gotham’s clubs, a shining light, he sets the men a pace, And at each very ‘ swell ’ event is seen his smiling face. “ I hear a drum, a trumpet ' s blare, and marching to and fro, In bonnet blue, I can discern a figure that I know, For Marion, now Captain Smith, is heading the brigade, And as Salvation Army girl, her record she has ma e. “ In graceful evolutions Miss Winnie Marshall whirls, She is giving dancing lessons to a class of boys and girls. Her prices are tremendous, but her patrons gladly pay, For certainly she is the finest teacher of the day. (i This horny-handed son of toil, who leans upon his hoe, And hitches up his overalls, is someone else you know ;