Gloucester High School - Flicker Yearbook (Gloucester, MA)

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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-

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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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12 TIIE SENIOR FLICKER colored hat trimmed with atrocious pink roses. You know that she went without something a long time to get that hat, andi she still has a tinv, satisfied smile on her careworn face. V. H. V. DOWN WITH BABY PHOTOGRAPHS Little did I realize at the innocent age of two how embarrassed my proud maternal parent was going to make me feel in years to come. Had I been blessed at that early age with an extra amount of intelligence, T would have rebelled when Mother suggested having my picture taken, but not being blessed nor having otherwise acquired enough knowledge to rise against authority, I had to suffer the consequence when Mother, just a while ago, displayed to the invited guests that photograph of me with an ear to ear grin, two sprouting teeth, eves. as big as saucers, and just hair enough for an apology. E. 0. H. SUCH IS LIFE In the nineteenth chapter of the works of Edgar A. Guest, the twelfth to the fourteenth verse, he is responsible for the statement that, “It takes a hean o’ living to make a house a home.” This means just what is says. It means that you can’t consider your house a home until the pip s hav n frozen, until the neighbors have rubbed the doilies off the backs of your chairs, until they have laid wet cock- tail glasses on your p ' ano. untT thev have tipped an ink bottle on your oriental rugs or broken the rocker of an antique chair. Then and then onlv can you consider your house a home. R. M. D. POLITICS Consensus of Political feeling shows that the country favors Smith’s Nomination, but the country in general wants to know which one it is. They want to know whether it is the one with long whiskers on the left side of the box, or the one with the short crop on the right hand side. Then there are some who would favor an economical can- didate for the Republican party. If Borah is installed in the White House, he will save two dollars a moiRh on haircuts alone. Under Ooolidge’s administration this countrv has saved 3,165,000 more cigar coupons than ever before. He should be given another term. R. M. D. HOW I BECAME A DETECTIVE Poets are born not made, but when you think of it, so is every one else. My parents wanted me to be a poet and emulate Burns. Too late they discovered that I was too far advanced in my detective