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

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“The Academy Student” St. Johnsbury Academy, St. Johnsbury, Vt. We can, without hesitation, say that your magazine ranks among the best we have received during the past term. Fine support is shown for your school by the generous amount of ads. “The Golden Rod” Quincy High School, Quincy, Mass. Your cuts of the Senior Class of February 1931 and “Who’s Who” among them provide a great deal of interest, even for those who are not acquainted with your school. Your magazine shows that time and work have been spent on it. ary department shows that you have some fine authors in your school. “The Cony Cue” Augusta High School, Augusta, Me. Your magazine is such a usually good one that any criticism otherwise than favorable would do injustice to it. We may say, however, that your magazine sets an example of what a school paper should and can be. “The Beacon” Chelsea High School, Chelsea, Mass. Yours is an excellent magazine, which we are proud to have on our list of exchanges. We rarely see such fine cartoons as your paper contains. “The Enterprise” Memorial High, Boston, Mass. All your departments are splendidly arranged, the literary department be- ing especially well developed. The idea of a crossword puzzle is an ex- ceptionally good one and one we have never seen before in a High School magazine. “The Racquet” Portland High School, Portland, Me. As always, your magazine keeps its reputation of being complete and in- teresting in every detail. Your liter- The Screech Owl gratefully ack- nowledges exchanges received during the past term : “The Noddler”, East Boston High, East Boston, Mass. “The Signboard”, Bay Path Institute, Springfield, Mass. ‘The Arcturus”, Caribou High, Cari- bou, Maine. “The Voice”, Concord High, Concord, IVf ass “Heigh Chime”, Beall High School, Frostburg, Maryland. “Pasadena Chronicle”, Junior College, Pasadena, Calif.

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ALUMNI NOTES iifiifiRl ttfiirtlrtifiifi THE ALUMNI ALPHABET A is for Archer, yes, Frances is she, A tea cher of music and queen of the keys. B follows with Bachrach and Sam is his name; He ' s going through college away up in Maine. € stands for Cleary and for Francis, I know. He still sells insurance though business is slow. D connects Doris and Dawson as one She ' s in at Mass. General, a nurse to become. E is for Elson of the class of last year, Miss Ethel is working in Boston this year. F is for Frigard and Football com- bined, You can’t think of one but they both come to mind. G is for Glickmans, to college they ' ve gone; They’re now waiting for their Commencement’s dawn. H stands for Hooper, Raymond ' s his name, A doctor in Maynard who is gain- ing fame. I is for Ingrid, Miss Keto is she, Four years in this high school, a worker, indeed. J stands for Johnston, and Norman was smart, He’s now up in Worcester, attend- ing Clark. K is for Kelly, an artist is Mark, His paintings do show he is gifted in Art. L is for Ledgard, he keeps the news store, His interests are: Maynard, the Alumni — and much more. M stands for Morgan; it ' s Harold, you see, Who is Vice-President of the Trust Company. N is for Nordberg, Frances, oh gee! Her name is now changed to Mrs. Eogey. O O ' Connor is next and Margaret is she, Working for Freeman and also Clancy. P is for Priest, Arline is her name ; Her teaching began way out in White Plains. Q is for quality, the best that we had In this Maynard High School, where we went when a lad. R is for Rady, when Mary was here. The room was just full of good humor and cheer. S is for Sexton ; for Gladys we ' ll say She ' s a success in business and hope she will stay. T stands for Tucker, for George who now works, In a large grocery store on Main Street, as a clerk. U is for Unity needed today, Maynard’s Alumni has it, we ' ll say! V is Vodoklys; “Mike has gone the rounds, Playing football in college and making touchdowns. W is for Wilcox, the trio of “grads They gave to this school the best that they had. X still equals the unknown quantity, And Algebra to many is still X, you see. Z is Zapareski, Michael hopes to be A physical instructor just like our “Reggie . Y brings to mind yesterday, When a year seemed scarcely a day, Yet school to us, from A to Z, Is ju st a book of sweet memories. D. Priest, ' 31.

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THE SCREECH OWL » “Brown and Gold”, Haverhill High, Haverhill, Mass. “Dovertones”, Dover High School, Dover, Mass. “The Parrot”, Rockland High, Rock- land, Mass. AS OTHERS SEE US Your departments are all very good and it is hard to pick the best. You certainly have some good authors in your school. “The Academy Student” Congratulations on a most excellent magazine ! Every feature deserves commendation. “The Beacon” JOKES FROM EXCHANGES Although Mary’s head is a foot long, she doesn’t use it as a rule. “How did you like that ‘Barcarole’ at the musicale last night ?” “I didn’t stay for refreshments.” Pedestrian to truck-driver : “Where’s your horn and why don’t you use it?” Truck-driver: “Meester, I no needa de horn. De fronta my car she say ‘Dodge’.” “So you asked Geraldine to marry you?” “Yes, but I didn’t have any luck. She asked me if I had any prospects.” “Why didn’t you tell her about your rich uncle?” “I did — Geraldine is my aunt now.” Boy — “Have you an opening for a bright, ambitious boy?” Boss — “Yes, and don’t slam it when you go out l” HUMOR AND OTHERWISE FROM EXCHANGES Your Rest Friend Will Tell You “Mary, I’ve wanted for ages to talk to you, like this, alone. I have some- thing to say to you. Will you — er — will you — oh, I don’t know how to say it. I realize that I’m in to ask you to — uh, er — well. I’ve known you ever since we were kids together. You won’t deny that there has always been a certain relationship between us and I know that, but who am I to ask a girl like you to — pull up her stock- ings? But, honestly, they’re sloppy as the dickens!” “The Golden Rod” The Study Room Teacher There is a frown upon her brow For who can ever tell The way to make them quiet down When they hear that second bell? Her voice that once was sweet and low Is now both harsh and loud From reprimanding dreamers, who Build castles in each cloud. Her golden hair is streaked with gray For this thought preys on her mind: When they choose prize winners Will my room be way behind ? Alas! What fate’s in store for her Poor victim of the herd That whispers, giggles and writes notes ’Till that dear last bell is heard? “The Cony Cue” Virginia Collins, ’32.