Hartford Public High School - Classbook Yearbook (Hartford, CT)

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THE CHRONICLE CLASS POEM Before the firelight's cheerful glow, His head upon his hand, He watched the smooth flame come and go, In fltful silence fannedg His silver head was tinged with gold, As though the ember's ray Had placed a benediction there To bless his closing day. NVith eyes unseeing, yet he saw Beyond the curling flameg From out the dim past voices spoke, Calling upon his name, And over three score years went by lVithin a single hour, His years, which, deep in memory, VVould never lose their power. Down the stairs with a smothered shout Bobby bounced, both hands held out, Full of cookies-sticky, too- r Smudgy cheeks and mouth all goof, Hello, grandpa. Say, don't tell Mother and all the folks and Nell- I don't want to go to bedg Can't I stay down here instead? Well, said grandpa slowly, welll Bobby echoed, Aw, don't tellf' Almost an hour passed and the clock Solemnly ticked to the armchair's rockg Silver and gold, the iirelight blessed Gently the heads together pressed. Bobby was fast asleep by now, But the old man dreamed with a wakeful brow Back o'er the years his swift mind ran, Back o'er the years. The little man Curled warmly in his arm so tight

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X 2212! 4:97145 Ti 3 KX, i f' h2?'!s:1su.3'fi s f l xg?-J f 4 A-' A' TJ' ' - 2 C 1' 0 I1 If C s ' 4 ' - , -iss Vol. XXV JUNE, 1916 NO. 9 CHAIRMAN'S ADDRESS OF WELCOME Ladies and Gentlemen: -if HIS is our day. XVe are here to recall and enjoy the memories of that time which has passed so swiftly since we became a Class, four years ago. During these years that we have worked-as perhaps our teachers doubt-and played-as no one doubts -we have come to realize the uselessness of trying to work or play alone. Continually this spirit of fellowship has strengthened until it is the slogan of the Class of Nineteen Sixteen. Now our great day has come. lfVe take just so much the more pleasure in sharing it with you, our parents, teachers, relatives, and friends. So in behalf of the Class of Nineteen Sixteen I extend to you all a most cordial welcome. VVOOSTER XV. VVTCBBER.

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THE CHRONICLE VVas just his own age on that night. XNasn!t he the rascal though? Thought it was up to him to show Aunt Sarah how much cake could go All inside of him, you know. He laid his hand on the curly head And smoothed the round cheek moist and red, Just my age, he murmured lowg He's got lots of years to grow. Then as the lambent yellow light Broke from the shattered embers bright, Searching the room with its sudden flare, He breathed in the night his silent prayer. All for the little life of him Wliose years were yet in future dim, A hope that coming years should be Years of honor and loyalty To all that right should teach him then, Out among the world of men. Hartford High, thy faculty, All whose interest in thee Contemplates through coming time Promise of a hope sublime, When, in peaceful hours of thought, Quiet has its memories brought, Then perhaps thine earnest prayer, Breathed upon the listening air, Sometimes touches such as we, Nineteen Sixteen, child of thee. HELEN R. TOLLES How much vas dose collars ? Two for a quarter. How much for vun P Fifteen cents. i Giff me de odder vun. -Ex.