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

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Published by the Pupils of Maynard High School MAYNARD, MASS., JUNE, 1932 STAFF Assistant Editor. - Jeannette Gruber, ’32 Business Manager. Sidney McCleary, ’32 Assistant Business Manager. Bradford Case. ’33 Circulation Managers Stanley Wojtkiewicz, ’33 ; Willis Stockbridge, ’33 - Literary Editors Edith Priest, ’32 Paul Wilson, ’33 Ruth Weir, ’33 Dorothy Glickman, ’34 Ruth Bishop, ’33 Elmer Salenius, ’35 Alumni Editor Rita Bariteau, ’33 Joke Editors Simmon Seder, ’32 Norvin Laubenstein, ’31 Boys’ Athletics Exchanges James Malcolm, ’34 Virginia Collins, ’32 Girls’ Athletics Faculty Adviser Sylvia Nyholm, ’33 Vena Field TABLE OF CONTENTS Editorials.. Pag e 6 Literary Department 8 Altimni Notes 15 Athletics 30 Exchanges 32 “OnTheSpot” 33 “The Wise Old Owl” 35 “Pickings” 38 PRICE PER COPY, 25 CENTS

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Seder Qruber HAY, GRAIN, FEED, FLOUR Lime and Cement V V Nason Street Maynard Telephone 25 1 GRADUATION WATCHES Should Be Given a Thought We have the INGRAHAM at $2.00 Others at $7.50 American from $14 to $50 Gothic $18 to $25 and Gruens We Must Satisfy GUTTERIDQE The Jeweler 15 Nason Street Tel. 1 1 5 Maynard GRADUATION OFFER White Washable Silk Dresses $3.50 $5.95 $9.95 Allow this ad. to be your coupon for a 1 0 % discount when purchasing any white dress at THE SERV-U SHOP 25 Nason Street Maynard You have to be smart to graduate, but you will be smarter if you trade at — RAIN VI LIE’S The store with most up-to-date merchandise Ask to see the special Blue Serge Suit with White Flannels for your Graduation Come and look them over before buying elsewhere RAINVILLE’S “The Live Store” 30 Nason Street Maynard When patronizing our advertisers, please mention THE SCREECH OWL ’

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PROSPECT What a mess this old world is in! The President of France assassinated, the Lindbergh baby kidnapped and brutally murdered, another jolt in the stock market, depreciating money standards, a war in China, and depres- sions all over the place — all results of the hectic and foolhardy existence we are now living. What possible gain is there in this mad search for pleasure, fame, and money? It can only bring to us as much as it brought to the Romans — a broken empire and a ruined civiliza- tion. It would seem that after a few centuries of learning our lesson we might meet our ruin more prettily. But history repeats itself and paves the way through the eternal cycle. That is, unless we do something about it. But what can we do? We can return to a better and simpler form of living. Although it is foolish to recommend radical changes, it would be a good idea for governments to tear down factories and all other signs of our material ‘‘culture,’’ and send people into the country to grow their own grain and make their own bread, to make their own living from the soil. This should be done not in the manner of a Tran- scendental revolt, but as a practical project. If people’s desires are limited to the outcome of potato crops, their tragedies to blights and frosts, and their enjoyments to mild, country pastimes, life would certainly be far less complex. We are not to blame for the present situation, nor are our fathers. It was indirectly handed down to us from the War. And as something that can’t be helped, we should make the best of it. It is, looking at it from one angle, a good thing. The world is full of fighters, and there’s no telling what they might do if they had nothing to fight against. We should be glad we are living today, for we have a job to do, such as no age has had before us. We can exert our influence so that civilization will progress, or we can hold it to its present comparative nothingness. Depression, you say. You’re lucky. The other day a Boston newspaper said that the longest period of depres- sion that the world had ever known was the Dark Ages, and that lasted scarcely eight hundred years. RUMPLESNITZ The significance of the word “Rumplesnitz” is to be found in Hey- wood Broun’s essay entitled “The Fifty-First Dragon.” In the essay Broun tells the story of a youth who was not particularly bright and not particularly dull, even as you and I, but the poor fellow had what we would call today an inferiority com- plex. He attended a school where he failed miserably in this jousting.