Gloucester High School - Flicker Yearbook (Gloucester, MA)

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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 ;

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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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For Edwin Marshall’s in Vermont, and now must reap and plant To keep his wife of 62, her mother and her aunt. “ And now this sylph in pink and white who balances in air, Was once Miss Lyle ; it thrills one’s nerves to see her poising there As Madame Lioletta, she is Forepaugh’s brightest star, And heads the street procession in a green and yellow car. “ Dispensing hash three times a day to boarders left and right, A widow, placid, prim and plump, appears before my sight. She smiles ; behold a dimple deep and by this sign of mirth You know that Helen Livingstone is still upon the earth. “ This bearded creature on the flats with basket brimming o’er, Conducts a clam emporium way down on Rocky Shore. Ah ! Horace Ford, has this base task supplied the place of Greek? Why didst thou leave thine Iliad, the clam’s low haunts to seek? “ But there is one among your band, whose name is known to fame ; A life size statue in your school now testifies the same. For Stickney’s 1 History of Greece,’ one hundred volumes fat, Is used throughout the universe — what do you think of that! “ Come hold your breath and hear with awe this mystery profound, Shy Maggie Brown has ceased to tread upon this mortal ground ; With courage high in a balloon she mounted up one day, And where she is, the wisest man cannot presume to say. “ Now two and two, a flock of girls, their teacher in the rear, Are marching out to take the air ; their boarding school is near. Thus John McLoud devotes his life and strives from day to day To captivate the female sex — in a paternal way. “ This haughty-looking female with her hair screwed into place, And spectacles upon her nose, has a familiar face. You little thought that Helen Frost would change her early plan, And spend her days in lecturing against the monster ‘ man.’