Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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—— Class Co hard things of life,—not the easy ones. lies up a mountain side scarred with ledges and bowlders. out determination, nobody reaches it. So let us perform today’s duty with a relish. 93a Determination is the by-word. Our road to success Only a few may reach the peak. With- Let us not weaken and distract ourselves by looking for things we cannot see and could not understand if we saw them. Let us form a plan and stick to it though hell should bar our way. Our courage must come from our soul. And if we win, let it be by one way, with our honor and faith flying high; and if we should lose, let us stand by the sidelines and cheer as the victors pass by. And so goodbye to our principal, a loyal friend to all; goodbye to our faculty, whose help and efforts we have yet to appreciate. So long to you Juniors and Sophomores. Farewell to all. Adios to the scenes of our winnings and failures, our loves, our follies, our fancies, our fallacies. Goodbye, Leominster High, goodbye! JOSEPH KILLELEA. 19335 Important Events in My High School Life September 6, 1932 September October 12. November 24. December 25. January 16, 1938. January January 25. Feb.—April. May. June. September 6, 1933. SOPHOMORE YEAR — 1932-33 —Oh dear! What’s ahead? Mr. Appleton spoke to us today and gave us words of warning and encouragement. Guess I need both, mostly encourage- ment. —I can’t seem to find the elevator? What interesting assemblies we have! That is, that part that I can see. Something ought’a be done about these balcony seats. Say, where would that orchestra be if it wasn’t for our class? The following members of the class of “85” play in the orchestra: M. Duval, O. Simard, G. Seaver, E. Dormin, J. Clancy, V. David, R. Vigneault, B. Hughes, F. Robertson, M. Falk, and G. Whitney. —Three cheers for Columbus! —Leominster 25, Fitchburg 0. Sweeney, a Sophomore, gets his letter. in the stands and cheer. Hoorah! —Vacation! Christmas! A week of joy before the bad newel —Bad news—report cards. What a way to start a new year! —Girls’ basketball team defeated Junior High. I guess they forgot to keep the score. —Mlid-year exams. Enough said. —Those seniors are getting more respectful all the time. improving. —Fourth term honor rolls announced. Our class boast five on the first: D. Butler, M. Jancaites, J. Killelea, E. Person, and R. Tuttle. —All over, and what’s more I passed, but oh, how close! I sit Maybe we’re JUNIOR YEAR —With a much firmer step and not quite such a pale fa ce, I’m back again at L. H. 8. Feels great not to be addressed as a little Sophie. 28

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ae al polo aaa F arewell to L. H. S. In a very, very short time the portals of the good old school will close behind us for the last time with an echoing farewell. Then in the early autumn when the crips yellow leaves begin to drift down from these same stately elms, shading us now for the last time as we sprawl about during lunch hour, these same portals will swing open once more, but not for us. No, nevermore. As far as others are concerned, comrades, our labors, our fun, our accomplishments, and downfalls in that grand old institution are material for history. Comrades, we have been! Next year our underclass men may still remember us and keep alive our names and deeds by recalling old times. A consoling thought. With the graduation, however, of the present sophomore class, our names will have been lost in the ages, while in six years even our old teachers will have forgotton us. But who knows? Perhaps somebody will have the curiosity years from now to search about the library shelves for records of the ancient. By chance he may happen upon a dusty leather- bound volume of ‘‘Magnet’’ magazines of the years 32-35. He may even trouble himself to brush away the cob-webs from the dry pages and partake of ancient history. Then again will our works live on! Once more shall we rise from the sepulcher of the past! There is no backing out of it. Graduation has always produced a certain sadness upon Seniors; it will now and always will. It is a sadness which cannot be explained by those not yet or never Seniors. The Seniors themselves cannot define this strange feeling which comes to them with the closing of their school days. We are not sad because our deeds will be forgotten; we would be foolish to bother with such trifles. Indeed, we have far nobler, far greater deeds ahead of us to perform. Still, we have come to the realization now that, at the parting of the waves, we no longer will be held together in one happy, carefree family. As soon as we receive our sheep- skins, our paths will begin to diverge. No two paths will be alike; but a few will run in the same direction; gradually they will become widely separated. But the warm friendships that have been formed in the L. H. S. will not perish. By no means. Instead they will live on and be cherished. We cannot realize their true value now, but the time will come when we will. On the other hand there’s a thrill in graduation, comrades, which sets our blood pounding through our veins,—the thrill of stepping out into the drakness of the future with our own light from the past! Away from that life where we had no worries; away from that life where the jolts were cushioned, where our every need was served on a gilded platter, and where we were pampered! Give us the life, then, that is hard and rough, where a man proves his worth with his brain and his hand, and where there are no shock-absorbers to ease our falls,—the life that calls for efficiency in labor, persistence in efforts, and strength to survive to the finish. Goodbye, then, Leominster High; we are leaving you. Farewell, then, dim corridors with frescoes and statues. Farewell to the regular routine of bells. Farewell to the classrooms, those cubicles of misery; goodbye to the classrooms, those seats of enchantment. Goodbye to our classmates, those mortals who borrowed our homework; goodbye to the mortals whose homework we borrowed. Goodbye to those fifteen cents-afternoon “hops” and “sun dances.” Goodbye to our puppy loves with all their pleasant worries. Farewell again. ‘Tis over. Nevermore the dust and the mud of the old gridiron, the locker-room quartets, and the Thanksgiving peptalks. And lest we forget, farewell to the “Magnet,”’ that enlightening publication! Goodbye to all of this; we are leaving you. Goodbye to everything else! Goodbye! We are going into a world where steel and stone are beauty, where the entrances are narrow and exits are wide open, where austerity displaces love, where a dollar is a dollar, and where competition is tougher. The challenge of life is before us! Do we accept? We most certainly do! So let’s be away, comrades, and engage in this new battle. We have the equipment: two hands, two feet, two eyes, a tongue, and a brain to use if we are wise. We can triumph if we want to. God has equipped us for life, but it’s up to us to decide what our plan is to be. Let us attack the 27

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——Class Peas September. October. November 18. November 30. December. January, 1934. January. February. March. April. May. June. June. September 8. September. October. November. November. November 27. Been OD.) tga —Good old Leominster’s football team’s a credit to the alma mater. The reason . . . Caisse, Sweeney, Lavallee, Surette, Turner, DeBell, and Killelea. —The boys on the gridiron are still going strong. —It’s a jinx! For the first time in two years, the football team hasn’t been on top. Gardner tied us 7 to 7. —Let me bow my head in shame. Fitchburg’s gorillas came thru with a 20-12 victory. Woe is me! —As a prelude to that much needed Christmas vacation the Speech Club (Maston and Miller, especially) made the Junior Class feel proud. == on t forgets It’s 1934 now. —Keep your chin up, Juniors. So far you’ve managed to keep on the good side of all those two-hour exams and report cards. (I hope.) —There are politicians in our midst. But breathe a sigh. Look at the results of our class elections: President Wilfred Debellefeuille. Vice-President. Marjorie Smith. Secretary. Edward Dean. Treasurer. Cecile Fife. With such leaders and with the by-words of Miss Lockey and Ted Ku- charski, watch us sail sky-high. —Gaze at this record . . . 8 out of 11 games in basketball won. Finnerty, Sweeney, and Duval held up the honor of the class of “85” in this sport. —Colossal! Stupendous! A huge success!—What? Oh, the Junior Prom. It came thru on top not only socially but financially. Orchids to all the com- mittee s and the faculty! —Let’s give credit to all those Junior warblers and crooners who gave us so much to wonder at on Thursday mornings: Fielding, Drury, Dorothy Whitney, Gerry Seaver, and Janet Wheeler. —Graduation number of the Magnet out. Members of my class on the Magnet staff are Killelea, Dean, Doris Butler, Eloise Bullard, Ruth Hart, and Ellen Gurry. —QOn the class day our class was defeated by the Seniors but we put up a grand fight anyway. SENIOR YEAR —We entered school again, this time respected and looked up to by all our inferiors. —Sweeney, Caisse, Debell, Clancy, Finnerty, Vorse, Killelea, Strayer, Parrot, Pratt, Turner, and Knox are in there making this year’s football team another promising one. —Football team has lost only one game so far. This is to Arlington, 6 to 0. —Dropped a tough game to Chelsea 9 to 7. Hard Luck! —Joseph Killelea and Eloise Bullard won first and second prizes, respectively. The prizes were gold and silver medals given by Mayor Bell on Better Speech Day. —Fitchburg goes down in defeat to the tune of 14 to 0. This makes it twice in our years that Leominster has beaten Fitchburg. 29