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

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THE SCREECH OWL 15 But I gazed at it sadly the other day, For the garden was dry and dead. I saw none of the gay scene I once had loved, Only weeds in each flower bed. Yet I made, as I viewed that neglected old place, A vow that should head each life- page; “Resolved; that bright youth shall e’er bloom in my heart And crowd out the weeds of old age.” Jane Boicourt, ’29. A PARODY— “PLAY THE GAME” When one great scorer comes To write beside your name, He writes-not that you won or lost, But how you played the game. Do you wish the world were better ? I can tell you what to do. Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always just true blue. Clean your mind from selfish motives, Make your thoughts both clean and high, You can have a little Eden In the spot you occupy. Gilbert Garland, ’30. A STAR The lamp, lowered, Streamed dimly out Where I waited Tense and anxious. A feeble wail, The shadow of the mother Bending, worn and tender Waiting with patience. ’Twas strange. That night I saw a falling star. Folks said A soul had gone to Heaven. Ethel Elson, ’30. SUN TO SUN Day is ending, Night’s descending, Shadows creep, Earth’s asleep. Fire fly gleams, Moonlight beams Rushing here Cross the sphere. Hope is winging, Counsel bringing, Worry’s ended, Ways are mended. God erases Toil worn faces, Time goes on And reaches dawn! Doris L. Dawson, ’30. MY MASTERPIECE I’ve simply got to write a poem, And do so pretty soon, But I don’t want to write it This warm June afternoon. I need an inspiration, And though I’ve pondered long, The only thought that comes to me Is far from poem or song. I’ve used up all my paper, And still it isn’t done, But I’ll just let it go at this And pass it in for fun. Eileen Mahoney, ’30. LET IT RAIN— LET IT POUR Sometimes it rains ; sometimes it pours, And when I have to stay indoors, I’ll curl right up in a little nook, And bury my nose in an English book. Edward J. Hannon.

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14 THE SCREECH OWL the woman who had once come be- tween them was married, they tried to atone for the empty years. “You must sit down, Richard. Have a cigar. I shall have the butler bring you something — .” He smiled shyly. And so they sat opposite each other, smiling contentedly as the re- maining years became charged with the certainty of happiness for both. It was late when Richard rose to go. Lewis helped him with his over- coat, and summoned the car to carry him to the stark boarding house which he called home. “You’ll be back soon, Richard ?” “Certainly, Lewis.” “That’s fine, we’ve got so much to talk about — Good night, Richard.” “Good night, Lewis.” Dample went back into his big house, no longer alone. He entered the library and crossed to the table. There was a soft smile in his eyes when he read the notice. Lewis had spoken the truth when he admitted having read the article in that morn- ing’s paper. And Lewis knew he had been right not to tell his friend that this wasn’t their Nancy. Their Nancy had been dead five years. C. Coughlan, ’31. WHILE THE WORLD SLEEPS The heavy door swung shut behind her with a dull thud, the hinges scraping rustily as they slid into place. The street was dark except for an uncertain ray of light escaping from underneath a drawn shade. She shivered as the sharp March wind whipped across her face making her blind her eyes to keep the fine dirt out of them. The single wail of a lonesome dog caused her to shudder and look around cautiously over her shoulder. Hugging the side of the house, she silently crept around the building. The heavy clouds scudded across the windswept sky. A star twinkled hopefully for a moment and was smothered by the threatening gray. She stumbled as her feet caught in the hard ruts of frozen ground. Sit- ting down carefully on a cold soap box filled with ice she studied her nails. The sense of loneliness left her as she saw an indistinct form hurry across the hard ground. Her friend at last! A warm greeting, and then they moved slowly down toward the railroad tracks. What! An eloping couple! Don’t be so romantic! Just the cat put out for the night! Ethel Elson, ’30. THE WISH I may demand what I would most desire, And it is granted me. Perhaps but yesterday would I aspire No more than just to be For one brief hour of silent ecstasy A pine tree slim and straight against the sky, With the evening star to crown my lofty hair; Or else to be, when sporting winds the high White birch trees toss in air, A millionth leaf of dancing, raptur- ous bliss ; Or a maddened blue bird swooping down to kiss In joyous whirl the waters’ misty crest ; Or a throbbing poem from a dying master’s breast, A thing of beauty in a world of tears. But now I’m tired, and only ask but this, To sleep ten thousand years. S. W., ’30. A DESERTED GARDEN This garden once was a lovely place With a little of everything ; There were pansies, and phlox, and larkspur, too; And roses fit for a king.

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After losing the Midland League basketball title to Marlboro by the score of 28-27, and winning the town championship from the Y. P. S. L. in two straight games, the Maynard High School athletes turned their eyes toward the 1929 baseball season. Tauno Frigard was elected captain of the squad which included only five “letter” men from last year. Owing to the lack of a playing field, the boys did not have a very good beginning. All practices were held in the outfield of the field at Crowe Park. Maynard 6 — Leominster 2 Maynard High opened its 1929 baseball season in the right way by winning from Leominster on April 20th in Leominster. Being the first game, and a rainy day, neither team was able to display a good brand of baseball. Maynard managed to nose out their rivals by the score of 6-2. Lawrence Academy 3 — Maynard 1 Maynard travelled to Groton on April 24 to play the Lawrence Academy nine, but the Academy boys proved too good for the inexperienced Maynard team. Milliken, the Acade- my pitcher, practically won the game alone, striking out sixteen Maynard players besides hitting three doubles himself. Torppa, a converted in- fielder, pitched his first game for Maynard. Marlboro 3 — Maynard 1 Maynard lost its first Midland League game of the year to Marlboro at Marlboro on April 27th. Although Maynard played good baseball throughout, the “jinx” still hovered over them. Maynard got only three hits off Murphy, the opposing pitcher. Maynard errors allowed Marlboro to score its runs. Maynard 12 — Concord 6 Concord, Maynard ' s ancient rival, proved an easy victim to the on- slaughts of the Maynard batters at West Concord on May 1st. Maynard hit and fielded the ball in mid-season style, completely outclassing Concord in every department of the game. Capt. Frigard and Tierney were both hurt in the first inning and had to retire, while their mates forced West- by, the Concord twirling star, to re- tire before a barrage of basehits and runs. The final score was 12-6. Maynard 22 — Clinton 9 Maynard ran “wild” in Clinton on May 2nd when they trounced Clinton High by the overwhelming score of 22-9. The Maynard boys had little difficulty in scoring runs, and the out- come of the game was never in doubt. A cluster of 12 runs in the fifth in- ning clinched the decision for the Maynardites. Milford 8 — Maynard 0 Maynard lost its second Midland League encounter of the year when they were shut out by “Hop” Riopel’s team at Milford on May 11th. Rizoli, Milford pitcher reigned supreme and at no time in the game was he in danger. Maynard was helpless before his pitching, while Milford managed to score eight times before the final out.