Gloucester High School - Flicker Yearbook (Gloucester, MA)

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To IKe Class of 1905 We’re waiting the turn of the tide, Brotlier ’Tis then that your ship’s to start, ’Tis then by the side of this unknown sea. That you and I, Brother, must part. We ' ve sailed by the mast four years. Brother, But together we’ll sail no more ; B ' or you’re a skipper yourself. Brother, The old craft’s left on the shore. Together we’ve weathered the gales. Brother, And full many a stormy wind ; But ever your smile’s been the same, Brother, Your voice has been tender and kind. The skipper’s been good and true. Brother, God grant he may ever be As you and I know him to-day. Brother, The grandest man on the sea. Hark ! to the surf on the rocks, Brother, kook out for the shoals and the bars ; Put all your faith in your boat. Brother ; And steer her straight b) the stars. Many are the paths of the sea. Brother, And which one will yon choose? It is for 3 ' our whole life’s voyage. Brother, And not for a summer’s cruise. Look ! ' tis the turn of the tide. Brother ; Farewell, Thou of all most dear; Wherever you go in the world, Brother, The warmest hearts are here. There are foreign lands over the sea. Brother, And new friends there for yon. But 3 ' our hea rt will turn back to old Gloucester town. For old friends are better than new. 22

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Carefully wrought canopy, notwithstanding various twitches and pullings, went exactly halfway around the booth ! As if this were not enough one observer casually remarked : “ Gee, it looks just like a shower-bath,” — refreshing, to say the least. But here our faithful “ Uncle ” came to the rescue, and by means of a few artistic patches, it was at last persuaded to go quite around, and, not only that, but we certainly had the prettiest booth in the hall. The Officers in charge of the various tables ” put to ” with a will, and far surpassed former years in the receipts, which was remarkable considering the large number of other fairs held in the same month During school hours charming little scenes were enacted daily, third periods, in that far off corner of the study-room, Daubepin and Marguerite were our favorites and fully deserved their hearty applause. And who knows how delightful it is on that soft springy couch in the teachers’ dressing-room, or who would recollect the “ little green lawyer’s bag,” except our Seniors in Greek ? Along the first of February our poetic ability was taxed to the utmost, and on the 14th the results of our toils were disclosed at a Valentine Party held by two of our faculty, when even Sanborn spoke his little piece, to the great satisfaction of all present. It was not until midnight that we were induced to part, and we all went home to the touching strains of the “ Galaloochie Man.” Three nights later came the great and grand event of ’05, namely, the Officers’ Party. Prize Speaking and Compositions soon passed, but not without leaving half their wealth in the hands of ’05, who fully appreciates the past favors of that institution. And now graduation has come all too soon, as we look back on the completed school year with reluctance and regret. For most of us they are last school days, for now we must enter the busy world where we shall meet more serious cares and more lasting joys. But what- ever we do, let us not forget that we are ever menffiers of ’05, and as such we have the grave duty of making our lives a success. Only thus can we repay the vast debt of gratitude which we owe to the wise teachings and kindl y influences of the Gloucester High School. So rise all ye comrades, and with bumpers filled to the brim let us join in the refrain : — Here’s to the school that sends us forth. Long may her Principal thrive. Here’s to our mother. Old G. H. S., Here’s to our Class ’05. 21

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THE vSENIOR CEASvS— 1905.