Holten High School - Onion Yearbook (Danvers, MA)

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THE HOLTEN A Dedication For we were nursed upon the self same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rillg Together 'all', ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn-1 Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute, Tempered to the oaten fluteg Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long, And old Damoetas loved to hear our song. 1.. We, the Senior Class of 1931, gratefully dedicate the Holten Commencement Number to our friends and advisers, Our Teachers.

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4 THE HOLTEN Table of Contents A Dedication ....... Edltorlals ................. The Scorner Llterary ............... - Dorothy Hart, '31 Dudley Briggs Valedictory Cecil Peterson Class Essay Caroline Butler The Memory Flower Elizabeth Merrill Class History-Elizabeth Neary, Gordon Bell, Eleanor Watson, Harold Dwyer. Class Will-Gordon Graves, Blanche Clark, Carl Molitor, Lewis King, John Tutko. Prophecy-Osborne Linnekin, Henry Wallace, Curtis King, Helen Harrigan, Rita Kirby. Knocker ................................................... - Poetry ....................................... ................................. Everywhere is Beauty To Class Pictures Elizabeth Merrill Muflie L. Mansfield The Busses George Danforth To Holten High H. Roberts Little Duties Kathleen Neil School Notes and Assemblies ....... .............,.....,...,, Athletics ................................... ,,,..,.,.,,,,,,.,,,.,,,,,,,,, Girls' Athletics Mary Conway Exchange .............,..,,.,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.,,-,. A Tribute To Our Teachers ...... -

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6 THE HOLTEN if 4. i , -m. Q EDUTURIHLS REB! - THE CORRIDER CROW Lately I have had reason to accuse Carrie Crow of being a sentimenta- list, which charge, however, she flat- ly denies. Draw your own conclusions, though. Yesterday I found her sing- ing wretched jingles like this: There's a corner in the heart of ev'ry crow Reserved for loved ones she may knowg And the corner in my heart when all is said and done Is for the graduating class of nine- teen thirty-one. Believe me, I certainly crowed over Carrie until she called me all sorts of names, accused me of being crow- footed, and even threatened to crow-n me with a crow-bar. Carrie has a vio- lent temper which she can't seem to control since she's had her tongue slit. I really think, though, that Car- rie's show of favoritism for the Sen- ior Class is quite indiscreetg at least, I shouldn't want rumor of it to get around the corridors for fear of a- rousing jealousy. By the way, such strange actions have been going on in the corridors lately. Carrie and I were knocked nearly unconscious by a full-fledged ball game and wrestling match taking place on the third story. That's why Carrie and I prefer the Senior corridor, for it is always so quiet and orderly. Well, Carrie and I both dread to say good-bye. We decided that a telegram would be the swiftest and most tear- less way. We should like you to know that it was quite expensive,-the tel- egram, I mean. Western Union Telegram Best Wishes and Happy Returns of the day stop Be good children stop When you are old stop and begin to fuss stop remember us. Carrie and Jim Crow stop--for good. EDITORIAL THE SCORNERH Recently I came across an invective against the spirit Thanksgiving which prompted me to write a reply. I am going to read the words of the Scorner first and then my reply. The Scorner has said in his heart: There is no good, I find no signs of it around me. Evil walks about in broad light seeking what it can de- vour, men kill men, poverty crushes childreng the wicked sit in high places g storms destroy usg the sun scorches usg the winds blow cold. En- vy, hatred, greed and violence are everywhere. Then why should I be thankful? To whom do I owe a debt? Thanskgiving also is a humbug. Dio- genes was right: if you would iind goodness, you needs must search with a lantern. To the Scorner There is much good in this world. 0, Scorner, I see it in all about meg you do not see it because you do not want to. You say that evil walks a- bout in broad light. Why don't you try looking in the cracks and crevices for the good? Evil may stalk in the broad light, but when it tries to force itself into the innermost regions, it is checked by good. According to your point of view men kill men be- cause evil prompts them. You are wrong. Men kill men only when there is dire need of killing. When