Hamilton High School - Hamiltonian Yearbook (South Hamilton, MA)

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NOVEMBER The day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall. And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast. And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all. Into each life some rain must fall. Some days must be dark and dreary. “The Rainy Day’’ A poem from Longfellow representing the month will appear in each month’s issue of our paper. ROLL OF HONOR Boys formerly of the Hamilton Public Schools. Adams, Randell Durkee, Lester Libby, Furber Anderson, William Davis, Stoughton jMcGinley, Daniel Brumby, Leo Elder, William Merry, Harold Burns, John Frazer, Peter MacDonald, Finley Burton, Percival Frazer, Malcolm McGlaughlin, Charles Chittick, Robert Feener, Lester McGlaughlin, Bly Cross, Stephen Gibney, Clarence McGregor, Harry Cook, Horace Gibney, Norman Poole, James Cox, John Grant, Charles Porter, Harold Day, Alva Grant, Wari-en Peatfield, Irving Day, Ernest Green, Walter Ramsdell, Frank Daley, Victor Hughes, James Small, Richard Daley, Harold Kin.silla, James Stone, Charles Daley, Frederick Kinsilla, John Toner, Reginald Dodge, Ijouis Keloski, Peter Taylor, William Dui ' an, Petoi- Lowe, Burton V arnum, Roy Duran, Hugh Lowe, Gai ' dner Wallace, William Dufton, Roland Landers, William Williams, William THE SLACKER. “No, I cannot marry you, Richard. The man I marry must not be a coward.’’ These harsh words came from the lips of Janet Taylor, who had been engaged to Richard Moffit for two years. Now it was all over. Janet gave him back his ring sadly, but her- heart was determined and she would not swerve from her duty. “Good-bye, Janet. Think of me as well as you can.’’ He walked down the steps and went out the little white gate. 3

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' mmt DEDICATION mmmmmmmm GREETINGS FROM THE FACULTY It is a real pleasure in behalf of the faculty to state that this our first attempt at a school paper, is the result of that ever constant desire on the part of the students to have our Hamilton High School on a footing with the better and more progres- sive schools of the state. And why a school paper? Every wide- awake high school has in addition to its regular routine of work certain branches of activities in which students become interested, and into which they may throw their surplus energy and enthusiasm. We believe, in launching this school paper project, that we will not only give outsiders a chance to see oui‘ school oi gan- ization as it is today, but through it will come additional incentive toward better literary attainments, better school spii ' it and ideals, even than now exist and the achievement of a marked growth in the development of our school at large. i Iay the good work and interest of the students continue so that the future issues of our Hamiltonian shall show well defined evidences of pi ' ogress in all bi ' anches of work and play. Readers, — do not be over-critical to- ward this, our initial effort. Frequent interru])tions of school life this fall have made it practically impossible to work smoothly for any great length of time. Now that we are “back on the job” in eaiaiest with a longer school session avc confidently expect that our November number will turn out to be bigger, bi-oadcr and more interesting than The first issue. Students, — the faculty is back of you heart and soul in this movement ; go at it and Avith that characteristic determina- tion and ever increasing spontaneity and let us all co-operate to make the Hamil- tonian’s first year a big success. GREETINGS : In the past years the Hamilton High School has been lacking a school paper, of any sort. Through the efforts of the Principal, the assistant teachers, and the editorial staff, “The Hamiltonian’’ is mak- ing its initial appearance Avith this i.ssue. It has been the desire of the school ad- ministration to bring the students into close felloAvship Avith each other, by means of athletics and social activities. The pub- lication of “The Hamiltonian’’ Avill go a long Avay toAvards realizing this desire. All true students aauII help to make this paper a success by reading its columns and submitting contributions or sugges- tions from time to time. A hearty Aveleome is given to the fresh- men Avhose large enrollment is very en- couraging. It is to be desired that the first year students take a deej) interest in “The Hamiltonian’’ since in years to come they are the ones Avho Avill take the places noAV held by the upperclassmen. We are veiy glad to see the active int- erest so far taken by the students in this project of publishing a school paper. Noav that the co-operation of the student body has been expressed Ave feel that nothing- stands in the Avay of the success of this, our new undertaking. EDITOR IN CHIEF 2

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Janet watched him until his broad back disappeared down the lane. The next morning Janet heard that he had left town. She bore bravely the slurring re- marks about him and wondered if she had stirred a little spark of patriotism in the heart of t he man she loved. Dick himself wondered why he didn’t want to enlist, but he seemed to have a deadly, sickening fear come over him every time he thought of himself all mangled or crippled. Janet had often told him how big and strong he was. How she would hate him, he thought, if he came back a helpless invalid. After he had left the little village he went straight to the Metropolis. Walk- ing along the street one day he saw one of Pershing’s veterans who had lost an arm and leg. The soldier still wore the uniform that had been through two hard battles. Crowds worshipped the hero. Women praised him and children saluted him. “Would Janet feel like that,’’ he asked himself, “if he came back maimed ' ?’’ He felt, as he thought it over, that her love for him would be stronger. Suddenly a feeling of shame crept over him — a strong, robust young man. He felt as if he had been asleep. His countiy needed him, and he responded to its call. For six long months Janet waited for a letter, but in vain. No one in that little New England village knew how she long- ed for the sight of Dick, and how she jirayed for his return. At la.st she could .stand it no longer. She had once been an operator, so she enlisted with a telegraph unit. On a bright sunny morning she left home, friends and all that she held dear to cro.ss the sea and help her country. She was ready — if need be — to make the supreme .sacrifice, for it would be a glori- ous death — dying for her country. Three miles behind the trenches Avhere some of the fiercest fighting had been go- ing on, a small hut stood like a solitary sentinel keeping guard. The guns could be heard rumbling, and, once in a while, flashes from giant shells illuminated the sky. The ruins of a little French village could be seen in the distance. Inside the hut a wireless outfit was set up, and only one operator was in sight. That was Janet. Her eyes were sunken and dark, and her face had not a vestige of color left in it. She had been on duty all day and night, and the dawn of an- other day was breaking. The great red sun crept up slowly and the bright rays it shed made Janet think how small her work in life was. She stood at the window gazing wearily out. The roar of the guns grew louder and louder. Her head throbbed, and she felt herself growing weaker. Suddenly a peculiar sound came to her ears. It was quite faint, but as she listened it grew louder. She ran to the door. A motor- cycle was coming up the field at break- neck speed. The rider slowed doAvn, and stopped a few yards from the hut. She ran to meet him just as he alighted and staggered towards her. He was a pitiful looking sight. A blood-soaked bandage was around his head — covering- one eye. His face was stained with earth, mingled with blood. Part of the sleeve of his uniform was shot away, and he was hatless. In one hand he held a paper. “Rush this to General B — ’’, he cried. His voice was hoarse and weak, and the last word was scarcely above a whisper. She ran to her apparatus, and the dis- patch-bearer .staggered to the door after her and fell face downward on the rough eai ' th floor. After she had sent the message, which was an order for reinfoi-cements, she turned her attention to the messengei-. Blood was flowing from the wound in his arm despite the handkerchief that Avas 4