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

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]0 The Hamiltonian SENIOR CLASS! Left to Right: Dorothy Hatt, Rena MacEwen, Helen Haraden, Eunil Mr. Robert Robertson, Jr., Robert Robertson, 3rd, Mrs. R e ' Kathryn Lamson, Mildred Baldwin, Mary Corcoran,

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The Hamiltonian 9 A Journey TNTO the realms of Pluto, where the shades of men’s bodies wander about disconsolately, the Virgil class is fighting its way with Aeneas. First before us is the Styx, whose black, swirling waters seem unap- proachable. Charon with his beard unkempt and with fiery, feverish eyes stands grimly before us. His shell- like boat groans under the weight of human bodies as he ferries us across, our ticket being the golden bough sacred to Proserpina. Hordes of shades morbidly wander about the edge of the river imploring passage. Across the river other difficulties await us. Cerebus with his three harking throats is the first formid- able one. As we are not souls who have passed on, we are able to pass Rha- damanthus and Minos without having our sins and virtues weighed upon the scales at the Bar of Justice. Before us gapes the fiery mouth of Tartarus from whose depths come horrid cries and harsh noises. Here the evils which men have done are being atoned for. There, the awful Hydra, the fiaming Chimaera, and the hundred-armed Briareus and La Lecon de T A maitresse commenga la legon de mathematique et demanda a Paul la question suivante. Paul, combien font deux et quatre? Deux et quatre font six, dit le gar- con. La maitresse demanda la question sous une forme nouvelle. Si je vous donne deux sous et que votre pere vous fasse un cadeau de quatre sous, combien de sous aurez- vous? to the Styx cruel Furies torture the condemned. We think with shudders of Tantalus, craving food and water and being re- fused; of Ixion being turned on his huge wheel; of Sisyphus continually pushing his rock up a mountain; and of the Danaides forever pouring water into a seive. We pass into the realms of the heroes who wander in the gloom with morbid sorrow. Then with much relief we turn from these melancholy regions to the Elysian fields where the happy reside. A sun and stars of its own belong to Elysium and merry sports are be- ing engaged in. Their realm is the Valley of Oblivion into which we can not pass, for before us fiows the Lethe. Whosoever crosses this river is forgetful of everything which has occurred to him before. New souls are given to these again, when the gods will that they live again in order that they may redeem the old life. However joyful their life may be; none of the souls are really contented and long for their old life and we pass back to reality with a thanks- giving for our life and our beliefs which offer eternal happiness for those deserving. — Evelyn Grant, ’28. Mathematique Huit sous, dit I’enfant. Mais non, dit la maitresse, void la question qui je vous ai demande si je vous donne deux sous et que votre pere vous fasse un cadeau de quatre scus, combien de sous aurez-vous? Huit sous, dit I’enfant de nouveau. Mais quatre et deux ne font pas huit. Mais, mademoiselle, j’ai deja deux sous dans ma poche. La maitresse dait satisfaite.

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11 R(i N WASHINGTON iijDodge, Mary Peterson, Evelyn Grant, Barbara Corcoran, Homer Withee, t Robertson, Jr., William Allen, Alma Mitchell, Oona Ryan, . la Thompson, Margaret Donlon, Mr. William McCready