Gloucester High School - Flicker Yearbook (Gloucester, MA)

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10 THE SENIOR FLICKER for whatever we undertake. Some of us will be prosperous; perhaps in business, perhaps in happiness, or perhaps in wealth. Some of us may slip down the steep incline, while others perhaps with per- severance and fortitude may succeed in reaching the height of the summit. Although we must travel at a very swift rate and shall meet with many new acquaintances, let us always cherish the ones we have made at Gloucester High School. A. P . ’27 WHAT DO YOU KNOW? This is the first time in the history of literature that writers and column conductors have been able to make a living by merely asking questions. In the past few months times have changed. The stuff that used to cure halitosis is now just the thing for checking dandruff. Heretofore dandruff was checked with the collar of your coat. The same thing holds true in the literary realm. People who used to write novels are now getting out tidy volumes like “Answer Me That!” It means that if this craze keeps up, three year-old children can make $50,000 a vear. R. M. D. PARNASSUS To ramble through sections of Ravenswood Park is like wander- ing through Parnassus, the resting place of the Greek poets. One Sunday afternoon early this spring, I discovered - a new path which impressed me greatly, for it led to the most beautiful grove in the forest. Upon entering the path, the scene brought to my mind Long- fellow’s immortal lines; “This is the forest primeval, The murmuring pines and the hemlocks Bearded in moss and in garments green, Indistinct in the twilight.” The path was covered in spots with a soft green, carpet of moss, and the pines and the hemlocks on both sides, as well as behind and ahead, effected an atmosphere conducive to fertile thought and imagi- nation. The silence was intense, so very intense that I could almost hear it. Suddenly the wind shrieked. The bare branches of the birch swayed and whined in the air, and the steady rustling of the dry leaves on the path soon developed into a mad scramble between the oak and the birch leaves for supremacy of the narrow footway. Far, far beyond in the firmament above, calmly shone the sun, unperturbed it seemed, by the petty wrangling of the wind and trees. Unaffected, the flaming mass of fire gazed serenely upon its components of Nature, seeming ever to act the prjrt of an hedonist. But I did notice its i sauntered along, that the Enemy of Night was struggling to pene

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THE SENIOR FLICKER A SILENT THOUGHT We, the class of 1927, have- at length reached our destination. For four happy years we have drifted contentedly through the seas of a high school career. Is it not proper that we should pause a moment to think of the adventures, hardships, and pleasures we have obtained during our voyage? Many friendships .which we have formed are soon to become memories of the past. Jn the future when we ponder over events of the past, let us think of our high school career as one of true worth. What a great pleasure it would be if only we might have the future disclosed to us. Yet this could never be, and so we must be willing to hoist our sails and embark for unknown shores. 11 Though desolate the way may seem, command thy fate, Send forth thy thought, achieve, achieved ’ A. B. ’27 AN ACKNOWLEDGMENT We, as members of the staff of our year book take this method of duly recognizing the work of our faithful colleagues. Without the support and co-operation of these friends we should never have succeeded in making our annual as great a success as it has been. Lest our co-workers suppose we fail to appreciate their earnest sup port, let us stand erect and with allegiance offer , thanks to Mrs. Woodruff, who has been of great help in our office management; to M 4 ss Spofford, who has been of unlimited service to our art section; and to Mr. Russell, who has advised in sales campaigning. A. B. ’27 LEST AULD ACQUAINTANCES BE FORGOT Every by-path of life offers to us the formation of friendships; some to remain steadfastly true and some to become severed. Mingling together as we have done during our high school career has brought to us great ties of friendships. Each day exchanging greetings and striving for the same ideals, we have become associated with many new friends. Yet life is not a repetition, and so a change is bound to occur when we step forth from the threshold of our school. Each avenue of life’s highway offers to us some opportunity to form new companions. We are the masters of our fate, and thus are responsible

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THE SENIOR FLICKER 11 trate the thickly matted tops of the hemlocks. And now as I con- tinued, I saw lying across the path, a tall, and once stately tree. Its branches lay quivering in Zephyr’s steady blowing — at once I stopped. As I gazed upon the tragic scene, l was carried to lofty Mount Olympus, whence I looked upon the cruel Fates who had struck down the once noble sentinel standing guard against all intruders. Re- luctantly 1 retraced my steps from the park ; I could not help think- ing in my compassionate emotions of the spiritual lines from Words- worth : “For 1 have learned To look on Nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity, Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.” Frederick S. Milgroom. ON HAVING A PICTURE TAKEN With the same thought as when approaching a dentist’s chair, 1 dragged myself slowly up the stairs. The phrase “Photographer’s Studio” will always be coupled in my mind with the sentence running “Ye who enter here all hope abandon-.” I entered wearily and smiled weakly at the wizard. He grabbed me and propelled me into a dark recess. He sat me on a very insecure and much too small stool. He left me alone in that dark chasm. A sound now as of some heavy thing dragged over the floor. A bright blinding light, a black rec- tangular object three inches from my nose. Also, a picture open mouthed, hair on end, wild eyes. Oh how can a night-majre seem so realistic t FI. S. Woodbury ’27 HATS (Feminine) A study of hats and their wearers in a subway car. Two cor- pulent ladies with piano legs occupy the seat in front of me. The blond has a brilliant Vermillion- turban effect perched on the top of her head. Underneath, her round, serene face beams forth with all the good-will light of a harvest moon. She has a new hat! Her companion looks as if someone had suddenly placed an old-fashioned mixing bowl on her head and pounded it doAvn firmly. She has not quite gotten over the surprise yet, as her face wears a slightly be- wildered look. A very slender, no, a scrawney lady has a. huge, black, droopy hat that envelopes head and shoulders completely, leaving one to wonder vaguely what is underneath it, if anything. An an- cient Italian with her Americanized son are farther down the isle The beautiful paisley shawl adorning the rotund little head and shoulders would not look out of place at the Country Club. And the timid, little grey-haired lady with the threadbare coat, her mouse-