Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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THE MAGNET 13 About eleven o'clock, when Collins was telling Daly to brace up, Mr. Brown, the teacher of English, came up. “Oh, Collins, I’m so sorry you can’t play, but of course I had to turn your mark in at the office,” said Brown, looking at Daly. “Oh, I know that,” replied Collins, pleasantly, “I don’t blame you a bit.” “Why, why, are you Collins?” exclaimed Brown. Why, I thought you were Collins,” turning to Daly. ‘Why, why, why, I’ve made a serious mis- take, I guess.” Mr. Brown was very much excited now, “I thought you were Daly and that you, Daly, were Collins. It’s my mistake. It’s you that can’t play, Daly. I'll go right up and explain at the office. So sorry, Why, why, that was a dreadful mistake; but you know how forgetful I am,” and with that he hurried off and the Weston-Lincoln baseball game was as good as won for Lincoln High. PRUDENCE TREMBLAY, ’17. To the Freshman There, little Freshman, don’t cry, Your knees are weak, I know; You lose your sleep; your pulse don’t beat, You think the world your foe. There, little Freshman, don’t cry, They’ve smashed your nerves, I know, Those upperclassmen are everlastin In making you a show. There, little Freshman, don’t sigh; This world is full of woe, Improve your time, and never mind If Seniors do act so. For they were Freshies once; Just time has brought them through; And don’t forget when you ’gin to fret ’T will do the same for you. RANDALL E. FARQUHAR, ’17,

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12 THE MAGNET Bobby, however, had eaten his earlier in the evening, though only he and Betty knew that he had. For a long time after ‘‘Nursy” went out and turned down the light Betty lay looking at her pretty ornament. At last, temptation being too great, she slipped out of bed and got it. She took a little taste of it at first, but it tasted so good that she ate it all. Then she crept back into bed fer- vently praying that she would not die. The next morning nurse was up very early, and as she was walking through the lower hall she heard a door open softly above and saw a small figure steal out into the dark hall. Recognizing the figure as Betty she hastily went upstairs and demanded where she was going. “Well,” said Betty solemnly, “ Bobby and I ate our ornaments last night and I’m not dead, so I’m going to see if he ts.” TRESSIE CoMEAU, ‘IQ. The Mistake HE Lincoln High School was in the depths of despair. Walter Col- lins, the school’s best pitcher and one of the heavy hitters, had been dropped from the team on account of his low rank in English. Lincoln High School was to meet its deadly rival, Weston High, on Saturday. This was Friday, and there was no hope of getting Collins back on the team by the next day. Defeat stared Lincoln High in the face. ‘“T don’t see how I ever got such a low mark. Why, I’ve been prepar- ing my lessons every day and have been reciting well every day, too. Well, I don’t suppose it can be helped,” remarked Collins. “TJ am sure we could beat them with you on the team, but without you and with Daly pitching, there’s no hope. I don’t see why Brown couldn't pass you until after this game, anyhow. He’s so forgetful, though, that I don’t suppose he remembered about it,’’ remarked his friend, Jones. “T guess we could beat them with you on the team, Walt. We beat Webster and Webster beat Weston, so I guess our chances were pretty good for tomorrow’s game until Brown put you off. Seems to me that you’ve done better work in English than Daly this last month. There goes Daly now,’ said Ted Morse, the first baseman. A youth of about seventeen, tall, muscular, and greatly resembling Col- lins, crossed the campus. ‘Gee, he’s so excited about tomorrow’s game, he can’t see,”’ exclaimed Jones, the short-stop. “Well, there goes the bell, fellows. Don’t worry about tomorrow’s game,” said Collins as he left his friends. Saturday morning was a beautiful day for the game. It was to take place at Lincoln and the fellows hung around the school most of the morning.

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14 THE MAGNET This year THe Macnet Board has instituted a new band of helpers for the “School Notes’ department, known as ‘Room Reporters.” The duty of the ‘Room Reporter” is to report all the humorous or otherwise interesting things that happen inthe class to which they are appointed. The reports, which are to state in which class the incident occurred, are to be slipped in the door of the private office with the rest of THE MAGNET material, not later than 1.15 on the fifth of each month. These “Room Keporters’’ should write their reports in translatable hiero- glyphics if they desire the accept- ance of the same. wW Very little credit is given to the pupil whose story is submitted to THE Macnet through the English teachers. For this reason a recep- tacle has been provided on the door of the inner office, in which the ma- terial is to be placed. This saves a great deal of work for every one con- cerned, and it is requested that the contributors use this from now on. All material must be submitted by the twenty-fifth of the month if it is to be used for the next issue. a1 ern ey 2 os The lack of noise at all athletic games is due, I think, to the fact that the school yells are but little known by the majority of pupils attending Leominster High School. For the benefit of those who do not know them we are printing a set of the re- vised and enlarged school yells for the coming year. Here they are. all together. Get ready. Now, One, two, three,— H.S. H.S. Hur-rah!! Hur-rah!! H.S. H.S:. Hur-rah!! Hur-rah!! Hur'rah! Hur'rah! Rah-Rah-Rah! RAZZLE DAZZLE Hobble Gobble. Razzle Dazzle. Sis-boom-bah! Leominster. Leominster. Rah! Rah! Rah! Leominster, Leominster is our cry. V-I-C-T-O-R-Y! WITH A VIVO With a Vivo, with a Vivo, with a Vivo, Vivo, Vum! Vum get a rat trap bigger than a cat trap Vum get a cat trap bigger than a rat trap Cannon-ball, cannon-ball. Sis-boom-bah! Leominster High School. Rah! Rah! Rah! Boom-a-lacka, boom-a-lacka Bow-wow-wow Chick-a-lacka, chick-a-lacka Chow-chow-chow Boom-a-lacka, Chick-a-lacka Who are we? Leominster, Leominster! Yes, sir-e-e-e-e! Leominster High School,