Greenfield High School - Evergreen / Exponent Yearbook (Greenfield, MA)

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THE EXPONENT 23 A TITLE HARD TO GAIN A ship is entering the harbor Just at the close of day; From the looks of the ship’s sur¬ roundings It has come from far away. The crew look tired but happy. The sails are rent with rain; The name of the good ship is “Suc¬ cess”, A title hard to gain. The preceding lines are a summary Of our four years at high; Of how we’ve worked and struggled And used for our motto—“Try.” We first start in as Freshmen And are picked on for a year; And then we are proud Sophomores, With never a sign of fear. Next we’re jolly Juniors And spend a year of fun; Soon we’re dignified Seniors With high school days ’most done. The class looks tired but happy. Their books are bent with pain; But the name they go by is “Suc¬ cess,” A title hard to gain. T. M. P. ’29.

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22 THE EXPONENT “You must live by an old alnamac.” Wrath seized the s(e) argent. “Al¬ manac, you know nothing,” he hiss¬ ed. Presently they passed by the laun¬ dry of Pow Ling and the s(e)ar¬ gent thoughtfully wrote on his cuff, “Remember to mow right-hand meadow.” “There’s one Irishman in heav¬ en,” the miller announced irrele¬ vantly, “and that’s O’brien,” as he pointed to the constellation Orion. “Let us walk faster,” the s (e) ar¬ gent said, unheeding. “Streck-er trek, that’s what we’ll do,” the miller revealed an unusual word in his vocabulary. But the s(e) argent was intently listening to a faint murmur, “Fee, fie, foe, fum.” The blundering miller sneezed a loud “Condraski!” and startled the stranger into words. “Hello, sarge.” The miller recognized that the refugee had not been hung. “This,” the s(e)argent said by way of introduction, “is Jaspar, mentor of my son and chevalier, no cavalier of my daughter. He is most noted for his life-like statues of Count Pulaski and the Stuart kings, and for his paintings of the world’s greatest financier—Alexan¬ der Hamilton— and i ts greatest quarter-back—Jack Desmond! RHODA HARPER, ’26. BUT THEY RE NOT A Senior has always studied And worked since his very first year, ’Till his teachers for his health have worried And vainly have uttered their fear! They never whispered in classes. Or hurried pell mell through the halls; Mr. Smith scolded only the masses Of others, for marking the walls! They remained with unselfish motive To entertain others, they say. When called to the pink slip session And kindly invited to stay! So heed their wise sayings, my chil¬ dren. And reverence their knowledge and age As the dignified pause to address you With words of counsel—most sage! F. P. ’26. OUR LAST CHEER A merry cheer for the Seniors, Who at present engross the stage, For they’re our would-be great ones In the future day and age. They’re gone through exams so safe¬ ly And successfully steered their ship; Sometimes it has veered to wind¬ ward. And often threatened to tip. But let’s forget all unpleasantness While we sing a last song of praise; And let us cheer lustily for them. As a paean to fate we raise! K. F. ’28. Friend: “So you and your col¬ lege friend. Jack, have split up. What was the reason—jealousy?” M. Young ’28: “Yes, in a way. The wretch was always talking about a girl named Alma Mater.’ ' Miss Leavitt: Since I bought a car I don’t have to walk to the banks to make my deposits.” A. Crowley ’26: “Ah, you ride there.” Miss Leavitt: “No, I don’t make any.”

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ENTRANCE TO THE NEW HIGH SCHOOL