Gloucester High School - Flicker Yearbook (Gloucester, MA)

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THE vSENIOR CEASvS— 1905.

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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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PropHecy of 05 Oh hasten ineinbers of ’05 and quickly gather round. You surely will be much surprised to see hat has been found, ’Twas cast upon Pavilion Beach ; on top it is directed — “ To Class of Nineteen Hundred Five, most honored and respected.” It is a wondrous slot machine with nickles to be fed ; If you wish to know your destiny and hear your future read. Come Colley drop your nickle in, let Hodsdon turn the crank And do not lose your temper if the oracle’s too frank. ” Up and down the platform of a school-house down in Maine, Struts Master Hunter Colley with his spectacles and cane. Miss Alice Garland now we see, each person’s palm she’ll rea«l By telling them of future bliss with truthfulness and speed. The leader of the Mormon Church, a harem at his heels, George Towle has fully twenty homes at which to take his meals. Our st}dish Neva tries on hats and bonnets very gay. She sits before the looking-glass at thirty cents per day. Poor Tester has he come to this — a dump-cart full of asties ! He haunts back-yards in overalls and wipes his dusty lashes. Fanny Allen’s set up shop a hairdresser to be. Pomade and wigs adorn the room for everyone to see. Richard Bradford Fisher, horticulturist well-known, Is trying to make daisies grow within the Arctic zone. In foreign lands beyond the sea among the heathen blacks. There never does Miss Ethel Wykes her iron rule relax. With sober face and upright pose, upon a horse’s back, Behold ! here Norman Abbott comes, best jockey on the track. 24