Manchester High School - Somanhis Yearbook (Manchester, CT)

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SOMANHIS EVENTS 5 paper; cooperation in school “government,” and possibly even some helpful friendly suggestions for the betterment of that government. It is sometimes hard to think of the school as something independent, in a way, of faculty, student body, or actual building. Perhaps, if we conceive of it as a set of principles, precepts and traditions which must be handed down from class to class, we shall realize the importance of handing them down not only in- tact, but improved. For the Seniors, there can be no “next year resolutions.” But they be- queath to the other classes their best hopes, aspirations and half-finished en- deavors with the injunction that all these be carried to a successful finish, a finish advantageous to both individual and school. Iu Memoriam ql is hard for us, her classmates, who worked and played with her I so long, and who at last were so proud to know in her our vale- dictorian, to realize, that Mildred Anderson no longer answers present when the 1918 roll is read. At her death, not only does the class lose its highest honor pupil, and a dear, loyal classmate for whom it held the greatest respect, but the Alumni has lost one of its most brilliant and promising members. Mildred’s sweet, modest nature, and her un- failing loyalty made her the best of friends. Hers was a strong, resolute character and when speaking with her, one was impressed with a quiet dignity, and that self-reliance which Emerson calls “genius.” And to the end she retained the same beautiful courage and optimism which were woven through all the web of her happy life like a thread of pure gold in a tapestry. “Tt seemed at first a wild incredible word They said of you— A whisper heard. In some fantastic dream of doubt and pain: And only now I know it to be true That we shall never see you here again. Wherefore this rhyme that you will never read, To say good-bye, bid you Godspeed ; And tell the world how much we held you dear. How strange it seems that you we loved should die, And go from us, and leave us lonely here!”

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1 S'OM ANH BS: EWN ISS EDITORIALS “NON SIBI SED OMNIBUS.” The motto of the class of 19 might well be written in large letters all over the S. M. H. S. A person who is not self-contained or selfish is very well liked and respected. And what does one gain by selfish motives anyhow? To do so much and only so much, because that amount and only that amount belongs to you or brings you, personally a reward—is not the kind of spirit one should have. Willingness to help others to the best of our ability, whenever we can, should be a dominant trait in our natures. This applies to the school. Our dear “Alma Mater” will not be a grand success in all its undertakings if jim Blake sits back and doesn’t “deliver the goods.” And “the goods” won’t be ‘“delivered”’ if he waits for the other fellow to do it, because there is such an everlasting “supply of Jim Blakes” and of “other fellows,” that anything set on those wheels rolls a long way before it reaches the goal or—before the “other fellow” does it. Don’t merely do your work from day to day with the selfish point in view. Take part in your school’s doings! Go out for the athletic teams, go to the games, write for “Somanhis,” and when you are called upon to do anything in the school, don’t fall back just because it’s going to cost you a little extra energy! Class of ’20, you will take your place at the head of the school next year. Yours is, indeed, a class full of great prospects. Keep things lively and the underclass men will be nothing loath to follow your example. Next year “Somanhis” will have a chance to go back to its normal routine again. On account of conditions at the commencement of this school year, we found it necessary to cut down our “Exchange Department.” But by next Sep- tember, things will have gotten so completely back to normal that the paper can go on without these restrictions. Everyone of us who enters High School has a chance to make our school bigger and better, if we work “Not for self, but for all.” And if that chance is missed, disregarded, and let slip by, we shall have a gnawing feeling of bitter regret in our hearts when we come to leave the “Crimson and White” behind us and walk away, out to the broad path of life. PUPIL AND SCHOOL. The end of the year has come, and we ask, “Well, have we gotten anything out of it?” Not much doubt about that! It may have been mental development, it may have been growth of character—or perhaps it was only a very good time. But the least of these is a real something, the possession or memory of which enriches each one of us. Unless our capacity for appreciation is remarkably stunted, we must realize that it has been a great experience. But there is something else which must be taken into consideration, one more question to be answered. ‘‘Has the school gotten anything out of it?’ There are a good many things we might have given: the continuation of high academic and athletic activities ; the establishment of even higher standards; a good school

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6 Sie NCA NHS: -2:°V EANSS WESLEY GLENNEY MARY JOSEPHINE KEITH PRESIDENT VICE-PRESIDENT “Now fer good luck. cast an old “Good nensense purifies the mind, shoe after me.” fortifies philosophy, and keeps the rs aay; spirit going. Ye SE CLASS MOTTO: “Non sibi sed omnibus.” “Not for self, but for all.” K X CLASS POEM Oh, progress! little do we understand your slow, laborious way, And as we lay each stone, forget we’re building mansions, day by day. Each petty task a thing to fight with, finish, and forget, has seemed, But that these toilsome works a strong foundation formed, we scarcely dreamed. And now our work is all complete, and we, its makers, honored stand. New things we long to conquer now; all life seems waiting to command. “Go! Vanquish worlds!” Ambition cries. But oh, forget, not in our pride Through four long years of thought and toil, there have been patient hands to guide. We feel exultant, strong, unchained; we long to test our liberty. Yet had we not been long restrained, we would not now be wholly free. The debt of gratitude we owe to those who helped, and this, our school, Shall be our spur in future days to play the game of life by rule. M. Cheney, 1919.