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

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16 THE SCREECH OWL last rays of departing day bathed the valley in a parting benediction, trans- forming the whole into a scene of dazzling gold. In the trees standing in silent adoration, birds poured forth their vespers, while the sun, linger- ingly withdrawing its golden rays, sank lower and lower, until it hid be- hind the western hills, leaving in its wake the tints of gold, rose, and amethyst which slowly faded ; and on the blue appeared the evening star. For a while John Harwood sat motionless, forgetful of all except the beauty which had again entered his soul, leaving him trembling, exultant. He rose, turned homeward, in a reverie. He started as the evening chimes vibrated on the evening air, and felt that feeling, which he now knew as longing; but longing for what? Two children, hand in hand, burst from the wood, laughing and shouting in the supreme joy of child- hood. His heart contracted with a strange tenderness, as he really saw them for the first time in his self- contained life. He resumed his way, heart heavy within him, all around him seeming so dismal, so remote. Nearing the village, he met an old man with the arm of a young girl tenderly placed within his. John Har- wood gasped, as the girl looked at him with a look in her eyes almost as if she understood what he himself did not dare to realize. He hurried on. He turned into the familiar gate. Home, — so this was home. He smiled though something in his throat caught. He stumbled against some- thing soft, which emitted a whine. He bent down. A pair of brown eyes looked up at him beseechingly from a shaggy face, and he saw a cruel wound in an extended paw. He put out his hand, and a warm tongue met it with a dog ' s caress. Then the storm broke from the heart of a man which could bear no more. Clasping the dog he wept, wept until the burden he had so long carried was washed away, and he felt a great peace and understand- ing. For now he knew he wanted friendship, the friendship of man to man. “But, he smiled wryly not will- ing to admit himself wholly wrong, “is not a dog truer friend than man? He lifted the dog tenderly, almost rev- erently, and limped up the steps. Yes, he did look rather odd as he walked down the street with that queer shaggy object at his heels; but, John Harwood had always been, well, rather queer. Salmi Wirkkanen, ’30.

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THE SCREECH OWL 15 ural self-consciousness and diffidence, and more than once he had been hurt, as only his sensitive nature could be hurt, by some thoughtless, cutting reference to it. This drove him farther and -deeper into himself, into silent contemplations, introspections, and dreams, and consequently, to seek an- swers to questions which surged in his meditative mind, into the world of books. Such a nature does not seek com- panionship. It does not desire it, and seems not to require it. For human companionship it substitutes that of books, which often proves much more satisfying, and finds in nature the sympathy it desires, more vast, unsel- fish, peace-giving, and we might say understanding, than that of man, who ever egotistic, is susceptible to selfish concern. But nature in its infinity has a healing sympathy which humbles and exalts, glorifies, and calms with an ineffable peace. Who befriends nature and understands her moods, finds a friend never-failing. A disposition sensitive to the slightest irritation suffers agonies from the constant nervous friction which must exist wherever conflicting natures are forced into daily contact. This nervous irritability is unavoid- able for man is ever conscious first of another’s failings. To the highly sensitive feelings of John Harwood this irritation between him and those about him was torment, which be- coming unbearable, found voice in his cry, “Oh, for peace, peace, peace! Surely I do not ask much, only to be left alone 1” How he yearned for soli- tude! Instinctively, to protect what he felt to be sacred ground, his secret dreams and thoughts, against the trespassing of intruders who had the power to hurt, he assumed a manner surly and sullen, unpropitious to any advances, and built around him an im- pregnable wall of reserve within which no one might ever enter, con- clusive of his belief that he neither desired nor needed human compan- ionship. All problems his books solved, and for sympathy he turned to nat- ure, intermediary between man and his Creator. So years fled, swift in the passing but ages in retrospect to John Har- wood. And suddenly he realized that he was alone. No more need he cry out in agony for solitude, for Time had broken ties never to be bound again; but ties which are not of sympathy and understanding are easily broken, and he, after natural momentary grief, gloried in his new freedom, freedom from constant ner- vous chafing, tiresome obligations natural in a family, misunderstand- ing, and resulting self condemnation for his own impatience. So he drew in the air of freedom with avid ex- hilaration, and for a few months reveled in his solitude. But a strange unaccountable un- easiness suddenly forced itself into notice. He buried himself into a book, with its momentary banishment, but it returned, more forceful, more acute. His sensitive nature magnified it to actual misery. Day by day, more per- sistent, he felt it, a great empty void which weighed on his heart, his spirit. He smiled his cynic smile as the thought occurred to him, “An emptiness that weighs.” And the day came when his books failed in their accustomed agency of taking him from himself. But there was a power never fail- ing to alleviate his greatest suffering, to which during his turbulent boy- hood, he had had almost daily re- course. So he took the path through the wood, over the hill overlooking the small hamlet, past the last golden cornfield to the place where he had so long worshipped God’s creation, a place he had named the “Valley of Truth”. He seated himself against a tree, near the precipitous drop to the rocky glen below. The sacred hush of a Sabbath sun- set pervaded the fragrant air, and the

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Basketball Schedule Jan. 4. Northboro at Maynard. Jan. 7. Shirley Industrial at Shirley Jan. 8. Sudbury at Maynard Jan. ' 20. Westboro at Westboro Jan. 24. Lawrence Acad, at Groton Jan. 25. Sudbury at Maynard Jan. 27. Clinton at Clinton Jan. 28. Lawrence Acad, at Maynard Jan. 31. Westford Acad, at Westford Feb. 4. Marlboro at Maynard Feb. 7. Hudson at Hudson Feb. 11. Leominster at Maynard Feb. 18. Clinton at Maynard Feb. 20. Marlboro at Marlboro Feb. 22. Shirley at Maynard Feb. 25. Hudson at Maynard Feb. 28. Northboro at Northboro Mar. 3. Westford Acad, at Maynard Mar. 6. Leominster at Leominster Mar. 10. Westboro at Maynard Midland League Standing The standing as we go to press. Westboro H. S. is tied with Hudson for first place, with Maynard and Marlboro second and third, respect- ively. W. L. Pts. Westboro H. S. 2 1 667 Hudson H. S. 2 1 667 Maynard H. S. 1 1 500 Marlboro H. S. 13 GAMES Northboro at Maynard 222 Maynard dropped the initial game of the season to Northboro H. S. 16- 15. Both teams were evenly matched. Numerous fouls called on Majmard gave Northboro the needed edge for a win. Maynard at Shirley Maynard hit the winning stride at Shirley, defeating them 40-26. The first half proved neither one’s super- iority, but the second half brought home the bacon when Maynard took the lead and walked away from her opponents completely. Sudbury at Maynard Maynard defeated Sudbury H. S. at Waltham Street Hall 16-5 in a pre- liminary to the girls’ game and won easily. Maynard at Westboro Westboro H. S. defeated Maynard in a Midland League game 16-13. It was a close fought game to the last. Maynard’s inability to drop foul shots and her frequent fouling gave West- boro the edge. Maynard at Lawrence Academy Lawrence Academy defeated May- nard 43-33 in a close, fast game. Law- rence Academy’s large lead which piled up in the first half was too much for Maynard to overcome. Sudbury at Maynard Maynard again defeated Sudbury 28-10. Maynard kept a large lead throughout and was not pressed very much. Maynard at Clinton Maynard was defeated by the strong Clinton team 19-13. Maynard’s numerous fouls on Clinton and her in- ability to drop foul shots again proved a main factor in her defeat.