Meriden High School - Annual Yearbook (Meriden, CT)

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ll 1930 ytll NUAL l, A lllll 1930 BOYS Fred Teller Alfred Rene Les Stacey Lawrence Veronneau Herbert Greenbacker Philip Stanley Maurice Lawson Alfred Rene Alfred Rene Alex Gold Robert Zietz Herbert Greenbacker Lawrence Veronneau lulius Bogatz Victor Olson Victor Olson Alfred Rene Alex Gold Alex Gold Charles Fritz Carl Neuman CLASS NOTABLES Best looking Most representative Sheik 4 Sheba Class tightwad Class grind lolliest boy and girl Class sissy Best dresser Most popular Class llapper Class chatterbox Laziest Class grouch Class highbrow Class politician Best dancer Class show-off Fashion plate Noisiest boy and girl Class bluffer Class infant Best athlete 23 GIRLS Marguerite Gruse Catherine Dulski Beatrice Marcinek Dorothy Tefft Irene Salaniandra Blanche Clark Georgiana Robinson Hazel Greenbacker Catherine Dulski Eleanor Mohican Eleanor Leck Mildred Athorne Irene Salaniandra Ruth Wheelei' Marguerite Clish Muriel Williaiiis Hazel Pattrill Hazel Greenbacker Sylla 'Machietti Ruth Evans Anita Schwartz Dorothy juralewicz

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W 9 3 4 A N II 1930 N U A I- 1 if 3 C SON : MOTHER 2 SON : MOTHER: SON 2 CLASS POEM 1930 MARGUERITE CL1sH MOTHER-Personijication of the Hig SON-Representing the class of 1930 I tell thee, mother, I must go. Believe I bear for thee so great A love I could not dream of. Yet I harbor in my breast a llame Not even thou canst quench! My son ! I loved thee, still I bear thee love - Strong bonds bind thee to me, strong, Yet fragile as a spider's web. I seek to keep your youth away From searching fingers of the world. To cherish you forever in my bosom. 'Tis true, my mother. But thy son shall yet destroy h School The comines which thou hast builded 5 My eyes are fixed and guided by The stars. I wander ever forward, And, cruel, leave thee lonely here. Son, beloved son, Must thou go ever from my heart, And leave me here to perish? I am driven by a force Which, cruel, tears me from thee. Beg me not to stay, best, staying, I should die But do not grieve, my mother, The walls that thou hast builded, With the truth to guide thy fingers, Shall not perish, though I journey Far and far away. - See, a star Falls jagged through the sky! - 'tis that Which I must follow - MUST follow, Though it lead beyond the mountains, And beyond the power of way. 25