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

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16 The HAMILTONIAN York, stopping at Valley Forge on the way. Thursday night we visited Radio City and saw Rudy Vallee broadcast and then went over to Roxy’s thea- tre. The next morning some of us went shopping and then took a sight- seeing trip about New York City, visiting Grant’s Tomb, Chinatown, and the Bowery, showing up at the boat for our return trip to Boston by 5:30 P.M. After dinner on the boat, all gath- ered and presented our chaperons, Mr. and Mrs. Payne, with a pair of sterling silver candlesticks in appre- ciation of their splendid companion- ship which we enjoyed very much throughout the entire trip. BF.TTY DAVISON. ' 38 FAREWELL TO HAMILTON HIGH OAREVVELL to Hamilton High, the scene of many pleasant mem- ories, as well as disastrous ones ! Farewell to ventilators which give forth a more abundant supply of cold air than warm ! Farewell to a library void of any reference books to assist pupils with home-work as- signments ! Farewell to carved desks carrying initials of many a past graduate; to inkwells too often minus ink; washrooms without soap or pa- per towels ; lockers with sharp cor- ners, shower rooms with no hooks, and drinking fountains that cannot be used ! Farewell to an English room in which are displayed divers posters as well as movie stills based on literary subjects. Goodbye to our efficient English teacher, and her morning theme song, “Stop playing with the inkwell, Withee,’’ or, “Stand up when you re- cite, Nielsen.’’ Goodbye to her as- signments for tomorrow, which she collects a week or so later. Goodbye to book reports assigned a month in advance but seldom read until the week-end before they are due ! Good- bye to written assignment , literally covered with red code so familiar to all ! Goodbye to these literary man- uscripts in which Mrs. Boyd finds punctuation errors as regular as the ticking of the clock! Goodbye to our good natured French and Latin teacher. Mr. Ma- lone, who loves to stalk up and down the aisles of a study hall and catch so.ne junior high student whisperin . Goodbye to his favorite expression, “Come on, girls, clear the corridor,’’ or “You’re not supposed to go to your lockers now.” Farewell to Miss Ward, our home- room teacher, who piloted us safely through class financial difficulties. Goodbye to her continual query of, “Where are your spelling words. Prince?” Goodbye to the amusing antics of the chemistry class comedian ! Good- bye to Mr. Payne’s favorite expres- sion, “This isn’t just between you and me, speak up so the whole class can hear you.” Goodbye to our Lab. periods, in which we have witnessed successful, as well as disastrous, ex- periments ; when even the instructor didn’t know what was going to hap- pen, but hoped for the best ! Farewell to assemblies which al- ways take the place of a study peri- od and to the magazine drives through which we sit with unexpr essed thougnts while Joe Kenny repeats the same jokes we have heard each year since our entrance to Hamilton High ! Our final adieu is to our good na- tured, though sometimes a bit dis- turbed janitor, who, by shutting the heat off in March, tries to save the taxpayers five cents on the coal bill ! Goodbye to his improvised candy shop

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The HAMILTONIAN 15 10. Jacob Riis, in his autobiog- raphy, tells the story of his migra- tion to America from Denmark and of the struggles he underwent to gain a foothold in this country. Mr. Riis writes in a very interesting fashion, punctuating his story with bits of humor. His life from a poor emigrant to a self-made, well-to-do, philanthropic American citizen makes very interesting reading. — Norman Nielsen, ’38. THE WASHINGTON TRIP O N April 29 the seniors, accom- panied by Mr. and Mrs. Roland W. Payne as chaperons, left Hamil- ton High School for Washington, D. C. We left India Wharf, Boston, at 5:30 P.M. for New York, arriving there about 8 o’clock Saturday morn- ing. Although at times the water was rather rough, the boat trip was very enjoyable. From the wharf in New York we boarded a bus and were told that our first stop would be In- dependence Hall in Philadelphia. From there we visited the home of Betsy Ross, where our first flag was made, and then went to the Sylvania Hotel for luncheon. After luncheon we left for Washington, arriving t’lere about 6:30 standard time. After enjoying a turkey dinner, we had the evening to ourselves. Some of us went to the movies while others toured the city. The next morning, Sunday, we left for Mount Vernon, the home of George Wash- ington. We saw his home, the beau- tiful gardens and grounds, and visit- ed the tomb of Martha and George Washington. Leaving Mount Ver- non, we visited the George Washing- ton Masonic Memorial where we were shown the beautiful lighting effects in the auditorium. We then passed through Fort Meyer and on to the Lee Mansion. We traveled through Arlington Cemetei’y and saw the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and the Amphitheater. The Lincoln Mem- orial was the last place visited be- foi’e luncheon. In the afternoon we went to the Washington Monument. Some had the courage to climb it, but the ma- jority rode up in the elevator. The next places visited were the Smith- sonian Institute and the National Museum; we felt that the time al- lotted to these interesting places was far too short. In the evening, we went to the Congressional Library and saw the original copy of the Constitution of the United States. Monday morning we visited the Franciscan Monastery, the Bureau of Printing and Engraving and several rooms in the White House and the Supreme Court. Leaving the Su- preme Court, we went to the front of the Capitol where we had our pic- tures taken and then went on a tour including the Capitol, the Senate Chambers, and the House of Repre- sentatives. Monday afternoon we went to Annapolis and watched the midshipmen drill. Tuesday we were shown through the Federal Bureau of Investigation. After luncheon, we left for the Shen- andoah Caverns in Virginia. We took several pictures of the vallev from the Skyline Drive, which is 3330 feet above the sea’s level. In the early evening, we visited the Cav- ern where the limestone has formed several objects which are very na- tural and beautiful. After breakfasting Wednesdav morning, we left for York, Pennsyl- vania. On the way we stopped at Get- tysburg where we spent an hour. Thursday morning we left for New

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The HAMILTONIAN I 7 in the boiler room where one buys a bar of candy and, after giving Rudy the nickle, is asked to return the wrapper ! Goodbye to this good man who wields the sturdy floor mop, tak- ing anything in his path, whether rubbish, students or teachers! In bidding farewell to these fond recollections, we realize that if we meet nothing more disastrous in life, we shall be classed among the very fortunate. — Eleanor Collins, ’38. SONNET As one who long hath worked with tired pen To write a sonnet for a morning class, tfl I rest and sigh and dream and think, and then I view the empty page with grief alas ! I long for aid, yet know I dare not ask ; The sheet is bare, and still the pen is dry. Shall I be able for the hope ' ess task? I weep and wail and sadly wipe my eye. Oh, woe is me! Oh, death, where is thy sting! When I poor mortal think of my dire fate I wish that I might dance instead, and sing Or find a good excuse to come in late. A day will come when 1 shall toil no more On sonnets dry, that I still deem a liore. — M. Perkins, ’38. LA PREMIERE CLASSE FRANCAISE U NE des histoires interessantes que nous avens lu dans la premiere classe frangaise est I’his- toire entitulee, “Les Sabots Du Petit Albert.” Cette histoire raconte la vie d’un petit garcon qui demeurait dans un village en France. II etait orphelin et vivait avec une vieille tante. Elle etait tres mechante ; chaque fois qu’elle lui donnait un morceau de pain elle soupirait. Une fois, le maitre d’ecole condui- sait ses eleves a la messe de minuit. Ce soil- etait tres rigoureux. Tons les eleves etaient chaudement ha- billes. Mais le petit n’avait que ses habits de tons les jours et ces lourds sabots. Ses carnarades se moquaient de lui parcequ’il etait habille de cette maniere. Quand il fut dans I’eglise, il de- manda au petit Noel de lui donner des habits comme ces carnarades. Le petit Albert sortant de I’eglise s’arreta devant un enfant qui dormait et le pauvre petit n’avait pas de Souliers. Le petit Albert retira un de ses sabots, le posa devant I’enfant et retourna a la maison. La mechante femme le battit, puis I’envoya au lit. Mais le lendemain a sa surprise elle a vu des jouets et des bonbons, et devant ces tresors, les deux sabots. Quand le petit est descendu le cure eiitra avec une dame, et expliciua tout. La femme exprima le desir d’adop- ter le petit. La tante, tres contente, consentit, et le petit Albert alia vivre dans le chateau de sa bienfactrice. — Florette Riendeau, Grade XI.