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

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Helen Aho “When on life’s highway, always GO RIGHT.” Helen entered high school with one ambition and that was, to become a “stenog.” By the way she handles that dictaphone, she certainly will get along well. Helen is learning to drive her Ford, and as yet she has never hit a tree. Good luck, Helen. Josephine Alexander “By the firelight’s fitful gleaming I am dreaming, ever dreaming.” Glee Club (1), (2). Of course we are not present when Josephine dreams, but we suspect she dreams about flowers, birds, fairies, fauns, and see-saws. Josephine, like Rupert Brooke, has the rare gift of enjoying the simple things in life; thus she is sure to be happy. Veronica Arciszewski “Love your neighbors, they all love you.” Does Verony love to dance? We notice she is always very popular. For the past year she has seemed very quiet. When questioned about it, she frowns, then smiles, and finally sighs. Oh well, maybe a certain somebody from Waltham made her like that. Theodore Bachrach “Kind hearts are more than coronets.” Football team (4). “Backy” is rather serious and business-like in all he does — a good man to have around when there’s something to be done. He has his off moments, however, as is shown by his essay entitled “An Appreciation of Pigs,” and his Sophomoric leaning. Sophie Batulin “Attempt the end, and never doubt; Nothing’s so hard but searching will find it out.” Interclass Field Hockey; (1), (2), (3), (4), Basketball (1), (2), (3), (4). She came, she saw, she conquered. Sophie takes her work seriously, so not much is heard from her. Just look at her marks and you know she is present.

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12 THE SCREECH OWL tered Bob. “If I tried to swim I’d most likely be disqualified before I reached the first turn for not being able to keep in my lane. I don’t want to join the team, have the school count on me, and then be a hopeless failure. Fd rather not swim at all.” Even though Bob refused to swim in competition with others, his love for the water was still in him. In spite of his insistence that he would never race again, he crept into the deserted gym one night to swim for his own enjoy- ment. As he cut the water in a clean, rip- pling dive and took his first long, power- ful strokes, he became conscious that he was not alone. “You seem to be a good swimmer,” he heard a voice say, “Let me see how fast you are.” Unable to see the speaker Bob re- turned and fumbled for his glasses. “Why, aren’t you Ralph Hardy, the captain of the swimming team?” “Yes, and you’re Bo b Rider. I recognized you from the pictures taken when you won the four hundred meter race at Amherst. Why haven’t you tried out for our team?” “You’ve just seen the reason,” re- turned Bob bitterly, “I couldn’t even see you without my glasses. How do you expect me to swim without them? I’ve had scarlet fever since I won at Amherst and I can’t see five feet in front of me without glasses.” “Tell me something. How often have you swum since you were ill?” “Why, I haven’t tried at all. I can’t even see.” “Forget cl at. The trouble with you is that yo Fre afraid to try, not that you cannot s m. I’ll get at the other side of the ol and you swim down this lane toward me. When I yell, begin to feel your way on the turn. You should be able to do it soon without using your- eyes at all. Ready? Start!” A slight ripple of the water and Bob was off, started on the swim that meant so much to him. Churning the water easily he heard the cry “Turn,” stabbed out with both hands, flipped over in a half arc, and was away on the return stretch. Inspired by the knowledge that he could really swim again, he increased his pace, taking the turns more easily every time until he reached the last stretch, where he sprinted. As he reached the finish he was hauled out by an exultant Ralph Hardy. “Only six seconds slower than your prep school record. The team is saved, and boy! will we trounce Tech!” Roy Lent ’35 Whoo-oooo-ooooo I’ve been here a-thinking, a-racking my brain A-trying to write, but it all seems in vain, What is a good subject? On what shall I write? Of school? Of the Spring? What will come of my plight! Then all of a sudden, right out of the night There came to me out of the darkness, the light! Of course! What subject could better be chosen Than the one at this moment that you have your nose in? And yet there’s so much to be said in its favor Thoughts of writing it down simply cause me to waver, For a real full-fledged poet a task would it be One could fill a large volume in “laude” of it. See! For a book of its age, not yet in its teens It’s the head of its class, I’d say, by all means. It hoots it own praise. You’ll agree it’s a howl! Come now, three cheers! Hurrah for the “Screech Owl ” Irene Lemoine, ’36.

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14 THE SCREECH OWL Ludy Bingel “The perfect dancer climbs the rope. And balances fear and hope. Junior Prom Committee. Ludy always reminds us of a fashion illustration for “Vogue.” Distinctive clothes make her that way. And also, Ludy has the advantage of being both a good artist and dancer. Ruth Bishop “Of all those Arts in which the wise excel, Nature ' s chief masterpiece is writing well. Class Treasurer (2) ; Class Secretary (3) ; Student Council (2 ) Screech Owl (2), (3), (4). The Class of 1933 ' s loss was our gain for we have more than enjoyed Ruth’s irresistible humor and ready wit. Francis Bray den “Love quarrels oft in pleasing concord end. Football (1), (2), (3), (4); Baseball (1), (2), (3), (4). It’s Hank who furnishes the laughs in the Commercial Room. He knows that all work and no laughs makes dull pupils. Next to Annie he loves baseball. George Carbary “For my part getting up seems not so easy, by half, as lying. Hockey (2); Football squad (2). George loves to stay out of school for some reason or other. These silent men always give us surprises. That’s George all over. Guido Carbone “His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland. Orchestra (1), (2 ) Screech Owl Staff (3), (4). Michael Angelo had nothing on Guido. Drawing, however, is not his only aptitude, for he is often seen perched high up on the back of a noble stallion, “riding, riding, riding.