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

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The Screech Owl 15 (Eln ll|F S mnrH Your high school days are over, But before we say farewell, We rise to drink a toast to you. May fortune serve you well ! Prepared you are for higher things ; Your path lies straight and clear. To a higher plane of honor and fame Stride forward without fear. The world is all before you now. Whatever you will is yours. For the laurel crown of honor goes To the one who strives and endures. We wish you all the best of luck In everything you try. And hope you will not soon forget Your years in Maynard High. — K. S., ’38.

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14 The Screech Owl quick strong shove sent the boat on its way to the Almiranta. Old David was profuse in his grati- tude to the two soldiers, but they did not seem to understand him, and made no reply. As they approached the Almiranta they were hailed from deck and Old David was taken aboard by eager hands. The row-boat had started from the side of the ship. Old David rushed over to the rail and shouted, “Wait, I want to reward you for getting me out of that scrape.” Across the water came a voice, “Is that sign still upon the hill back of your house, Mr. Howell?” “Yes, it is, but who are you?” called Old David in amazement. Farther off came a laughing voice, “We’re the Jones Brothers” — another voice adding, “From Portsmouth, New Hampshire.” — Eunice Le Moine, ’40. PEDESTRIAN ADVENTURE As I stepped carefully out of my canoe at the head of New Found Lake and pulled the light skiff far up on the shore, the undiscovered land presented that green freshness that only lake country can boast on a warm August day. It was early morning, and a Sabbath stillness, broken only by the twittering of birds, seemed to pervade the air. At the right, a herd of cows were lazily splashing in the cool water. Pushing the low brush aside, I saw, swerving to the left, a warm, dusty road. Following tills, I passed between irregular pastures filled with cropped clover and stumps. Here and there a spreading chestnut or a clump of oaks shut out the clear blue sky and hid the hot disk of the morning sun for a mo- ment of grateful coolness. On one side, at the left of the road, an irregularly constructed log hut claimed my atten- tion. It was a rude, dingy affair, re- sembling a great, rough dog kennel. The door swung on one hinge and a bit of cloth flapped in the breeze at one window. Just beyond, a lone man, old and bent, with a scraggly white beard and a pair of overalls which had once been blue hanging by one strap, was cutting a little field of alfalfa. I hurried on, passing a corn field, and just beyond the turn I discovered a tiny rustic bridge spanning a dry bed bordered with thirsty weeds. Cross- ing the bridge I beheld an orchard, its trees bending with the weight of half- grown apples. I sped on across the orchard to the foot of a steep hill, where I spied a tiny trail. Clinging to the protruding roots of trees I made my way upward, and, when nearly to the top of the hill, I caught through the trees a view of the lake, which was most beautiful. The water rippled and gleamed in the bright sun, and the dark shores and wooded hills beyond fonned a quiet setting for its dancing brilliancy. — Katherine Sheridan, ’38.

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CLASS OIF 11937 Victoria Algierska “Vicky” is one of the quieter members of the class. Per- haps she spends her time building dream castles! Re- liable sources inform us that she has desires to become a great dancer. More power to you, “Vicky” ! Stella Baker It might be said of Stella that “her eyes are mirrors in which she catches reflections of men”. She certainly ap- pears quite a flirt. If you doubt us, just watch her roll her eyes. Howard Boeske Student Council (2) (4) ; Prom Committee (3) ; Basketball (1) (2) (3) (4). “Hubby’s” one ambition is to be an automobile mechan- ic. We are sure Howard’s station will be busy. (Girls, you know.) Helen Boiko Student Council (2). In school, Helen seems to be very quiet and studious. However, there are rumors that she is keeping company with a tall, blonde, handsome lad from Leominster. And we thought she was quiet 1 Edward Boltrukiewicz Basketball (1) (2) (3) (4) ; Student Council (1) (3); Class Play (4) ; Speaker, Class Night. “Butts” sure proved his worth in the Senior Class Play. Who knows, we may see him a step ahead of Robert Taylor in a few years.