Major Edwards High School - Mesa Yearbook (West Boylston, MA)

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i Graduation Prograin J f f i i 1 ft S ' M Processional Pomp and Circumstance High School Orchestra Elgar Invocation Reverend Kenneth L. Palmer Selection Negro Spiritual There s A Little Wheel Aturnin In My Heart Girls’ Glee Club Address of Welcome Walter G. Brigham, Jr, L Esprit a Perte de Vue Elizabeth Koss Medal Awards Addison B, Craig, Principal Selection Finlandia Brass Trio Sibelius Address Dr, Edward Dwight Salmon Winkley Professor of History, Amherst College Selection Eulogy Ave Maria Bach-Gounod Senior Girls’ Ensemble Francis A, Kirby Presentation of Class Cift Walter G, Brigham, Jr, Presentation of Diplomas James Arthur Cooke Chairman of the School Committee Senior Class Song Adapted Benediction Reverend Ralph E, Danforth Recessional High School Orchestra s £ -7 ri r - r ;-r 1 rtr-r - mr

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L ' Esorit a Perte de Vue Elizabeth Koss I feel myself carried through space, A great heat strikes me and I pass the sun. Whence I came I do not know, but my destination is soon made clear to me. Before my eyes a whirling planet makes its way around an orbit. My mind is suddenly enlightened and the Spirit of Understanding surges through me. This must be Earth, because I see many mortals, I recall being there before. Yes, I remember it all clearly now. I mot some great men then, -Michael Angelo, Shakespeare, Virgil, Dante— Dante! What a truly great man he was! How cultured! ' How refined! How philosophical! What a pleasure it would be to meet him again, to feel his magnetic person- ality, Great noises arise from this great sphere which lies before me. As I come closer I can hear them more distinctly. From this great chaos of sound I distinguish the boom of guns, the grinding of brakes, the screeching of factory whistles, the crying of littlo children, the pulsating rhythm of great machines. Look at the smoke! Hear those guns! This is the eastern part of the world, A great curiosity overwhelms me, and I slowly descend to see what I can make of this great dis- turbance. Men arc rushing everywhere with guns in their hands. A great droning overhead deafens my ears, and as I look up a bomb hurtles downward from an airplane upon a de- fenseless city and startles me. It must be war! A voice reaches my cars, and turning around I notice a young officer talking to his superior, Yes, Sir, 2000 dead, but we won ' t give in to these Japa- nese. We ' ll fight to the end; v c Chinese never give up. Well said. This war is terrible, but we ' ll never give up. War! War ! Iiow these mortals waste their time and de- stroy the heritage handed down to themiBut is there a decla- ration of war? I must find out. I go to the enemy lines and I hear an officer saying: We ' ll get the territory we want. Wo won’t call It war, we won ' t declare war. We ' ll tell the world it ' s merely a conquest in self-defense! Self-defense! Humph! They ' re certainly doing a good job of it. Look at that poor Ch inaman over there — blown almost to pieces. That little clump of rags stuffed in a doorway was once a little child, What fools these mortals be,