Gloucester High School - Flicker Yearbook (Gloucester, MA)

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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

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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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THE SENIOR FLICKER 13 studies to become a poet, so they gave me a haircut and banished their ambitions for a poet. In my fourteenth year I was graduated by parcel post, from a, detective college. The faculty sent me a tin badge. This enabled me to attend all fires, chase ambulances, and try to get into theatres. My first big case was when Judge Landis hired me to investigate the awful scandal when the mighty Casey struck out. This is how I attained detective fame. B. M. D. THE BEST BALL GAME OF THE SEASON The game opened with “(11116” at the stick — and “Measles” catch- ing. “Cigar” was in the box. “Shortcake” played short and “Corn” was in the field. “Cabbage” was manager because he had a good head. “Egg” was umpire and he Avas rotten. “Song” made a hit and “Sawdust” filled the bases. Then “Soap” cleaned up. “Cigar” went out, and “Savage” started to pitch but he went wild. “Ice” went in and kept cool, until he was hit by a ball, then you should have heard “Ice Cream.” “Lunatic” was put out because he was off his base. “Lightning” finished the game by striking six men out. “Bread” loafed on first and “Light” was put out at third. “Crooks” stole second ,and “Knife” was cut down at the plate. “ Crass ” cov- ered lots of ground, and the crowd cheered when “Spider” caught a flv. “Steak” was put out at the plate. “Clock” wound up by striking out. If “Door” had pitched, he would have shut them all out. B. T. C. ’27 A WORTHWHILE LIFE “Like one blindfolded groping out his way, I will not try to touch beyond to-day, Since all the future is concealed from sight, I need but strive to make the next step right.” Every individual mind differs in its opinion of what is a worth- while life. That which seems worthwhile to one may seem almost unbearable to another. In every worthwhile life the most prominent feature is a pur- pose. To some it may be the cultivation of a talent, the learning of a trade, or the performance of a duty. If we wish to make this pur- pose a corner stone of our life, there must be something more than mere effort to outshine some other. Behind every purpose there is the act of perfecting out character. We must make ourselves fit to live with. “Beyond me lies the cycling rounds of years, With this small earth will die the thing I do, The thing I am goes journeying onward through A million lives up on a million years. ■ ■