Maynard High School - Screech Owl Yearbook (Maynard, MA)

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14 THE SCREECH OWL CLASS POEM (Suggested by Carrie Jacobs- Bond’s “Perfect Day”) 1 . We have climbed the deep slope of the mountain-side, We have conquered the rugged steep, There were many sharp pebbles in the path, And many a rock to leap. Perhaps we have left a few stones unturned, In this struggle to reach the height, But each little fault brought ex- perience And led us toward the light. Each heart has been bound by a purpose clear, Each mind on the prize was bent, But at last we have reached the summit here And we pause for the moment con- tent. 2 . We have come to the end of these happy years, The end of our high school days, And we look back over the joys and woes, That have come to us on our ways. And we think of the end of com- panionship, Which never more shall be, For we’ve come to the parting of the road, And each life has a different key. So, while we stand at this bend in the road, We linger to say goodbye, And each of us wishes our class- mates — good luck, With no storms, just a clear blue sky. GYPSY LIFE 1 . Over ' woods and fields I roam, For I’m a gypsy without a home; Nature’s wanderer of the earth, Filled with joy, vigor, and mirth. 2 . Music is my soul’s delight It makes the hours a little more bright ; Joyfully I wander without a care, Here and there, and everywhere. 3. Under twinkling stars of eve, Dreams of happiness I softly weave ; Under the spell of the fairy moon, I render forth a gypsy tune. Helen M. Salo, ’27. WORK AND SMILE 1 . When the sky is bright and blue, And you are lonesome the whole day through, Just turn your lips and make a smile, Your blues will last only a little while. 2 . When you are tired and lazy at work Don’t get idle and begin to shirk, You’ll have the work some day to do, So do it now so that you’ll be through. 3. When at studies you’re beckoned away, To the movies or other places, astray, If your work’s undone, then say “no” For you will regret it if you go. Ruth Foster, ’27.

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THE SCREECH OWL 13 mosphere so adaptable to action, pictured the future as a series of years, crowded with happy events and continuous progress, based upon the splendid sucess of his first assignment, here in the far west. A large irrigation concern sent this promising young engineer to investigate and report upon the available land practicable for a huge irrigation reservoir. A generous commission and probable advance- ment would result from a favorable report. Stewart spent several weeks searching for a suitable site, but until a few days ago had been un- successful. Much discouraged, he wearily climbed the steep ascent to the rim of the rock wall where the sight of an immense valley, en- tirely enclosed by cliffs, amazed him. Elated, because he recog- nized the possiblities of the loca- tion, Stewart hastened to pitch his tent and began a thorough investi- gation. This morning his investigation completed and his report finished, he was making preparation to leave, when the sharp ciatter of hooffs and a distinct “Hello there,” startled him from his reverie. He turned abruptly and was somewhat surprised to see a slender girl jump lightly from her horse and ap- proach him. She nodded briefly, and without other formalities, acquainted him with the purpose of her coming. With a sweeping gesture of her hand, she indicated the cabin at the base of the cliff as her home, and spoke of the advanced age of her parents. Stewart noted the fleeting expression of love and tenderness, which flickered across her features as she spoke of them. She had come to beg him to abandon his plan of converting this beautiful valley into a reservoir. She drew for him a vivid picture of her parents, attached to the home which had witnessed the birth of each of their children, and the death of all but one ; of the numer- ous memories, too precious to be so rudely snatched away ; of the graves upon the hillside, which never lacked a cluster of fragrant blooms ; of their age, which would prevent them from beginning life anew in a strange place ; of the unhappiness and heartache the forced abandonment of their home would cause. She reminded him of the few years of happiness left to them saying: “Surely an interval of two or three years will not matter so very much.” Finally, with a winsome smile, she mounted her horse and rode away, leaving Stewart to troubled reflections. The day faded in the west and still he had arrived at no decision. Self-advancement and sympathy for the old couple fought for su- premacy in his mind. Self argued: “why give up all prospect of success and wealth, for the whim of these people too old to be responsible?” Sympathy responded : “what if it were my father and my mother? would that alter my attitude?” Thus he was torn by conflicting emotions throughout the night. Morning came, and as he gazed once more upon the gorgeous spec- tacle of a sunrise upon the rim- rock, he made the supreme sacri- fice. He sacrificed success and the attendant attributes of success upon the altar of compassion. Ruth I. Wilson, ’ 27 .

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THE SCREECH OWL 15 4 . Keep in mind all these facts, And from day to day do your tasks, Smile as you do them, and do not sigh, The work will be easy if hard you try. H. Forsten, ’30. IN THE LIBRARY Books are here, books are there, Large and small are everywhere, Rows and rows of books that bring Joy and cheer to every kin. Volumes, that bulge with worldly news, Texts, that solve riddles, with clues, Comedies which burst with joyful mirth, Books that are read all over the earth. Novels that are true to life, Histories that relate of strife, Books that are your dearest friends, Books that are faithful to the end. Esther Salo, ’27. CLASS SONG “FAREWELL” TO ALMA MATER I Let us bid our last “Farewell” To Dear Old Maynard High No more to listen to those bells, Of Dear Old Maynard High. Seniors one and Seniors all Bid “Farewell” to those dear halls, No more our shouts or our dear calls To echo through those walls. Chorus Our Alma Mater ever so dear We’ll hold before us as we steer Unto life’s main and dreary way And now “Farewell” we say. II Now the time for us has come To recall the points we’ve won, Those French and English lessons done That Seniors never shun. First we sing and then we sigh For our closing day is nigh, Another class will take our place Since we the World must face. Winifred J. Fardy, ’27. STATISTICS FOR 1927 Class Baby: Margaret Kelley. Most Popular Boy: Edward Vod- oklys. Most Popular Girl: Leah Ojanen. Most Athletic Girl : Ranghild lark. Most Athletic Boy: Gerald Nee. Girl who has done most for class : Ruth Wilson. Boy who has done most for class : Walter Carbone. Best-looking girl: Ranghild Mark. Best-looking boy : Edward Vodok- lys. Best-dressed girl: Leah Ojanen. Best-dressed boy : Oiva Alasaari. Most Talkative: Winifred Fardy. Most Dignified : Gertrude Chand- ler. Good boy: Ernest Wollerschied. Good girl : Geneva Martin. Humorist : Leo Weckstrom. Cleverest: Winifred Fardy. Bluffer: Margaret Kelley. Wisest : Ruth Moynihan. Best student: Tynne Lahti. Pet of the Faculty : Margaret Moore. Bane of the Faculty : Dorothy Mosher. Tallest: William Croft. Shortest : Niilo Keto. Class Genius : Ruth Wilson. Most Gullible : Mary Sheridan. Best Sport : Leo Weckstrom. Class Butterfly: Evelyn Gould.