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

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Published by the Pupils of Maynard High School MAYNARD, MASS., JUNE, 1934 SCREECH OWL STAFF Editor. Assistant Editor. Business Manager Assistant Business Manager .Walter Sweeney, ’34 Dorothy Glickman, ’34 Malcolm Trees, ’35 Louis Bachrach, ’36 l Edward Ledgard, ’35 Circulation Managers . ) Louis Bachrach, ’36 ) Robert Seder, ’36 ... Florence Hastings, ’34 Elmer Salenius, ’35 Frances Fearns, 34 Robert Duggan, ’35 Alumni Editor. Exchanges Activities .... Boys’ Athletics. Girls’ Athletics Elvi Nyholm, ’35 Joke Editors .. (Russell Jordan, ’35 {Gilbert Mann, ’35 Literary Editors Irene Lemoine, ’36 Barbara Jordan, ’36 Victor Pozerycki, ’34 Ruth Bishop, ’34 Roy Lent, ’35 Catherine Hoffman, ’37 Art Editor Guido Carbone, ’34 Faculty Adviser Vena Field TABLE OF CONTENTS Literary Page 10 Class of 1934 Write-ups 13 Class Notables 31 Class Night and Graduation Programs 31-32 Activities 33 Student Council 34 High School Orchestra 35 Hockey Team 36 Baseball Team 37 The Wise Old Owl and Jokes 38 PRICE PER COPY, 25 CENTS

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HIDDEN GOLD Hans Johnson had always found it necessary to work hard in order to earn his living. Having heard the fantastic tales of American wealth, he had left his native Sweden to come to the United States. Here on his little New England farm Hans still worked hard tilling the soil of his small fields, planting and watching his crops grow until it was time for the harvest. Hans was a simple man, uneducated, and of a retiring nature. He spoke poor English and this was a great barrier between him and his neighbors, who actually did not make very much effort to be kind and friendly toward him. This lonely life naturally was very unhappy for poor Hans. He longed to be back in his Sweden where he could at least speak with his fellow countrymen. There Hans had been a great favorite with the children, for he had often told them beautiful and exciting stories. Here he could not even speak the language! For lack of something else to do, Hans spent most of his time working, and his farm grew to be a very good one. Hans made few trips to town to bring in his products and to obtain supplies. These trips were holidays for the other farmers, but Hans returned as soon as possible. As a result of his isolation Hans be- came rough in appearance. His shaggy hair, bronzed face, and stern, cold blue eyes served to confirm the reputation he had gained. The townspeople called him greedy because of the long hours he labored. The children thought him cruel and gruff, and made mean fun of him each time they passed his house on their way to a small pond where they went swimming. They often cut across Hans’ carefully cultivated fields, taking no care of where they stepped. One day Hans requested them not to trample on his plants, but they only made faces at him and cried, “Catch us if you can — miser!” Then, too, they stole fruit from Hans orchard, throwing it at him when he approached. Hans had a dog that he loved more than any human in the vicinity. This dog was his sole companion. One day Hans discovered some boys throwing stones at the animal, wounding him badly. One Tommy Jones, the leader of this group, was especially mean to Hans. ' When he saw that he could do nothing about the acts of the boys, Hans con- soled himself with, “You just wait! I pay you back sometime!” Hans’ only recreation was walking. Lacking human friends he found comfort in nature. He walked silently, studying the trees and flowers, listening to the gay songs of birds, watching frightened squirrels scamper from limb to limb. These were Hans’ happiest moments. One Sunday afternoon as he was walking, Hans came upon a group of boys swimming at their pond. As he stopped to watch them their loud shouts and joyful laughter as they splashed in the water made Hans wish he were among them. Suddenly the air was pierced by a horrible shriek from far out in the pond. There Hans saw a boy helplessly floundering about. Hans’ heart seemed to freeze as he stood, not knowing at first what to do. Then springing into action, he threw off his coat and, kicking away his heavy shoes, ran to the water. The astonishment of the boys at the