Lawrence High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Lawrence, MA)

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....iiiiMii ' iijiiiiiiiiiijjMii.mu... iiiiiiiiiiiiitmiiiiMiiiiuiiiMipiiiiimiimiijj .mini| On February seventh, the Junior class gath¬ ered in the Assembly Hall, the girls all decked out and each one looking her prettiest. We “trip¬ ped the light fantastic toe,” if I may quote my friend Milton, until eleven o’clock. Then our president, Ray Ela, left school. On May twentieth, we again assembled in order to elect someone to fill the vacant chair. We chose Gertrude Owens for president and Joseph Moyes for vice-president. Fred Donovan had also left school, so we filled his place as color-bearer by electing Tom McCarthy. During our Junior year, an event occurred to sadden the whole school. One of our young teachers, Miss Marie Sullivan, who taught in the afternoon session, was taken from our midst by the heavy hand of the Influenza. Another thing took place, however, to glad¬ den our hearts. The Great War ceased when an armistice was signed on November 11, 1918, We had two days out of school—one for a fake cel¬ ebration—that is, we were misinformed, for the armistice was not yet signed,—and then the real celebration, with its monster parade, “n every¬ thing.” After the armistice we found in our midst Walter Reardon, the first boy of the school to join the service. We welcomed him back from the Navy with open arms. On the whole, the Junior year was a pleasant one. We grew marvellously, both physically and mentally. At the same time, however, a sickly feeling crept over us every time it was rumored that cards were forthcoming. Sometimes it was figures that we dreaded, and sometimes—, Ah ! need I say it?—crosses in conduct. Alas, we grew fearfull of certain teachers; and every time we talked before school in the morning, we trem bled with tear if we saw the teacher regarding: o o us with a hard and cold stare, in case she should say “Ten afternoons,” or if, when we should talk and we didn’t, we could almost feel the freeze in the teacher’s tone as she crisply remarked, “zero” The Junior year ended with the graduation of the Senior class, when all the Juniors marched. How wonderful one must feel on graduation day! How elated and yet how sad ! But soon—Oh, how soon we shall know! SENIOR YEAR At last, at last, the glorious time had come! We were Seniors. Ah ! what dignity, what know¬ ledge, what power, that magic name implied! Upon our return in the autumn of 1919 as Seniors, remarkable changes in us were apparant. Every¬ one’s hat was at least two sizes larger, and the class silently, but none the less unanimously, ad¬ opted the motto, “Better late than never.” Right after school opened, George Bradley, whom we had chosen as editor of the Bulletin, announced his staff. Although he made many enemies, he also made many friends, and the Class of 1920 is well satisfied with this year’s Bulletin. It has been full of variety, spice, and “pep, ’and the class wishes to express its appreciation of the hard work done by the staff. Then we started up our enthusiam machine as concerns the football games. We turned out Urge numbers to every game. The greatest dis¬ appointment was the losing of the Haverhill game. However, we lost it honorably and we went down fighting. The Lawrence boys took the:r revenge out of Lowell by winning the Thanksgiving game. On December fifth, we held our first Senior Social. Many of our supposedly quiet members had devoted themselves to the art of Tersichore and had made themselves quite proficient at it. (Continued on page Eighty Seven) iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiimiHiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiNiiiiiiiiiiRi 14 iiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiliiiijiiiiii iiiniii iiinii ..in.............

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