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

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14 THE SCREECH OWL “ ’TIS THE WOUNDED SOLDIER” (a la Edna St. Vincent Millay) ril make allowances for human ills, ril grant that things will be and they will not ; Perhaps you cannot know the love that fills My every part, and makes me rue my lot. But yet a little sympathy you owe To one who cannot keep from trying still. To whom your relief was a ghastly blow. Though in another I may heal the sore. Apply the antiseptic with a friend, Soothe with the gauze of experience’s lore. And with the bandage of protection mend, Tis the wounded soldier, with ev’ry breath. Stanching the bleeding gash, praying for death. SONNET Above the world of worry and of care. The moon sails high, and with a fine disdain Of all that sordid is, and all not fair, Pretends to overlook the gross, the plain ; But ’neath the pretense there is nice attempt To cover ev’ry blight with cloth o’ gold. And with a beaming smile fair Luna tempts Each unsuspecting beauty from its fold. As if by magic lawn and garden change. Before my eyes a silent wonder wrought. And peace comes in my heart with moon-glow strange, — Anxiety, the pain of grief are naught. Days limited, should I now wish to live? Then nights like this, what more has Life to give?

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THE SCREECH OWL 13 Sylvester, the indignant father, monopolized the conversation. He claimed that he loved his son as well as his wife, and if he thought there was the least chance for a cure, he certainly would not object. But this was all nonsense — utter nonsense. However, when Lad spoke, “Father, please let me go. I know I can get well!”, the force that his implicit trust gave to his words won the case. Lad, accompanied by his mother and sister, reached Canada the next June. When Lad first caught sight of the spires of Notre Dame, he was deeply impressed, and reverently he gazed at “Our Lady.” He was told that he must fay a different prayer on each step, if the cure was to take place, but he could think, as he climb , only of the plea, “God, make me well. Please, God, make me well.” Patiently he climbed, repeating always his simple prayer. At last the top was reached! And lo! When he descended, the miracle had happened. He could walk! In Canada, there was a family rejoicing, that night. And far off in America, in the Sylvester garden, the breezes gamboled about, playing with the roses. Beautiful roses! Gay yel- low ones, bold red ones, shy pmk ones, pure white ones, and all with thorns — But if one really loves the roses, he does not mind the thorns. The flowers themselves seem so much nicer because of them — D. Glickman, ’34. MAY I like the way spring pear trees grow. Tall pyramids of drifted snow. Lifting their heads so proudly high. How -well thej know spring marches by! W. Mikyaniec, ’33. CIRCUS FEVER Gran’pa’s hitchin’ up the wagon. An’ there’s ’citement all aroun’ Even Dobbin ain’t a laggin’. Since the circus came to town. Gran’pa takes his pension money. Then divides it all aroun’, Buyin’ treats for me an’ Sonny, Since the circus came to town. Clowns do act most awful silly. Rollin’ hoops and failin’ down. Gee what fun for me ’n’ Billy, Since the circus came to town. Bet we’ve been to ev’ry show That’s been given on the groun’. Ma says we’re always on the go Since the circus came to town. Ruth Bishop, ’33. PROLOGUE Pierrot of the Minute was happy to find After so many years, searching in vain, That life was not just a long eternal grind For the struggle was very sure to bring fame. Pierrette was a lover of nature and life And her love for Pierrot was so true and strong That she fought for him through the greatest strife Though blind to the fact that he often was wrong. Mary Higgins, ’33.

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Alumni Notes Laura Alberi — “Custard’ ' A giggle and a chuckle from any com- fortable spot will lead you to Laura, with her customary broad, optimistic smile. Laura intends to be a nurse, and we imagine that many a forlorn patient will be nursed to a grinning healtniness by Laura’s joviality. Bronislaw Arcisz — “Sheik of the Class” A quarterback and a sheik have their numbers to remember, and Bruno re- members both. Bruno’s ability as a leader was demonstrated in his role as captain in “Submerge.” Laura Aho Laura Aho didn’t think him nice. So she told him to “go fry ice.” So Laura now a-huntmg goes And for a boy friend is on her toes. Margaret Allen Margaret Allen always has a grin. She fondly hopes, will boy friends win. Instead of making eyes at Swartz Go get him, and show your SCOTCH! Edward Anderson Edward Anderson looks so meek, To get acquainted takes a week. “Treat ’em rough” is that boy’s creed. So watch your step, and watch his speed.