Milford High School - Oak Lily and Ivy Yearbook (Milford, MA)

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Z ■V ' . OUR MAIN STREET DIRECTORY. READER, BE SURE THAT YOU BUY YOUR ART MATERIALS YOUR STATIONERY AND STATUARY at lie of at 132 of J. ' ALLEN RICE. R. C. ELDRIDGE. YOUR RAISINS, CURRANTS AND CITRON YOUR STAMPING AND MATERIALS ; AT THE Boston G-rocery and Tea House. G. F. WIXCH, Proprietor. at 1S8 of MRS. R. AYLWARD. YOUR DENTAL TREATMENT YOUR DRY GOODS AND SMALL WARES at 1 © 3 of at 1©© of 1 DR. GEORGE P. COOKE. COBURN OLMSTEAD. YOUR HATS AND BONNETS YOUR FURNITURE AND CARPETS 1 at 156 fe 158 of at ISO 162 of i MRS. M. MANHBIM. J. W. HARRIS. f 1 YOUR BOOTS AND SHOES YOUR OVERCOATS AT BOTTOM PRICES i at 134 of At Bust Office Bloct, uf D. J. CRONAN. 1 CURRIER KENDALL. ; i i YOUR FUR TRIMMINGS YOUR PHOTOGRAPHS at 15-i of at lOO of G. T. PALES CO. E. L. WILLIS. 1 YOUR WATCHES AND JEWELRY YOUR LEGAL COUNSEL j 1 ; at no of at 1S2 of WHITTEMORE. GEORGE G. PARKER. 1 YOUR MACHINE THREADS, SILK, TWINE, BOOT WEB, c.. YOUR MEATS, FRUITS, VEGETABLES, ETC., at Music Hall Bluet, of at 128 of ETHAN C. CLAFLIN. 1 COOK BROTHERS. YOUR NEWSPAPERS, PERIODICALS AND TOYS YOUR MEDICAL ADVICE at 13© of at lOO of EVERETT CHENEY. DR. W. J. CLARKE. • YOUR ICE CREAM, AT $1 PER GALLON. YOUR HOLIDAY GOODS AND DRUGS i A1 Bayer’S Bluet, uf At Music Hall Bluet, uf i J. W. ROBERTS. i HENRY E. MORGAN. i

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L I Amanda C. Seammel, a foiner puj)!!, has written “•Trusting” and “Handfuls of Purpose.” Dr, .1, J. Cochran, a former graduate of tliis scliool and now a surgeon in the United States army, is stationed at tlie Old S]»anish Fort, San Franeis- co. Augustus Scott, a former high school teacher in Lexington, and ex¬ representative, now senator-elect to the General Court, was formerly a pu¬ pil of our school, Ella Xash Ploward, ’65, formerly a popular temperance lecturer, is now publishing in Philadelphia, “ The Foreign Eclectic,” a French and Ger¬ man magazine, which is highly spoken of by prominent professors of these languages. A rhetorical and corporal climax; Whaled, waled, wailed. The yearly expense of every scholar in the high school is $24.85. School hours are from 8.30 to 1.80, until the sun gets u]) before breakfast. The school polo club have jdayed five games out of the fifteen and have won one of these. Our principal often infers that some of the boys in school were not brought up ; but they grew u]). The cry of Geometry, 3, B, Not “my kingdom fora horse;” but “my recitation and afternoon for a string.” The Chemistry class is contempla¬ ting a trip to the gas house and the foundry at Hopedale, to fix the princi¬ ples of the text book. The scholars learned with pleasure that the committee had voted them tlie Friday after Thanksgiving to re¬ cover from their intemperance—in eat¬ ing, of course We are to have another exhibition next spring, which is ex])ected to be a greater success than the first, both financially and in the mimbei- and quality of the exhibits. The young ladies of the Philoso])hy class have shown the greater intei-est in this study, by making many ])ieces of apj)aratus, thereby siiaining the boys. The Senior class have organized with the following choice of otticers: President, F. J . Fales; Vice Presi¬ dent, Kate F. Tally; Ti-easurer and Secretary, Aggie M. Burke; Execu¬ tive Committee, Carrie M. Field, Mag¬ gie L. IMiiion and Belle Boss, John Finnigan and John Sullivan. All contributions of fiowers thank¬ fully received. The ])iano has attract¬ ed the eves of all visitors wdth its cov- ering of fiowers. Ten bouquets have perfumed the room at one time. j’he Chemistry class have made a dis])lay of twenty-three very satisfac¬ tory etchings. The class vote gave the highest credit to Misses Reed and Holmes, Masters Fairbanks, Gilfoyle and Tilden. Query.— Has any one seen “Carry Sene” ? She disappeared soon after eating so heartily of “dislocated fish.” Virgil, Book IT, How did Pala- medes die ? “Stoned to death,” What Biblical character met his death in a similar manner? “Goliath,” Rivers.— “One of the advantages of rivers is, that you can have bridges to go across them, but if it were not for this, you would have to go around.” Anciekt Geography.— “Master A., Where is Caria?” “Master B., What is the situation of Mysia?” “Master D,, Locate Lydia.” Why these blushes ? Silent applause by the class. The School-room.— “Many pictures beautify the walls of our room, among them that of Washington, the father of his country and some of the teach¬ ers.” Great is comma and greatly to be praised. After the election. First class bad¬ ly demoralized. Who is president ? “We do not yet know.” We do. The next. “Blaine.” Wrong, Next. “Cleveland.” Next. “Arthur.” Right, go to the head. Physiology. —“Is coffee organic or inorganic?” “Inorganic, (teacher frowns), but if there is a great deal, it’s organic.” Class infer that if the scholar weighed 200 pounds instead of 100, he might then be-organic. Philosophy.— The letters N. B. have warned the class that a jiarticu- lar statement is important. “What does N. B. mean?” “Take notice.” “Yes, but for what are they the abbre¬ viation?” “New Brunswick.” The class wonder “how one small head, etc.” The Senior class held their first meeting, last Friday night, at the school house, when the following pro¬ gramme was ])resented : The Model Scholar, . . Mabel Waterman There is Black in the Blue of the Sky, Minnie Waterman Instrumental Music, . . . MinaWestcott lleighth of the Ridiculous, . . W. O. Thayer The Rciturn,.Inez Gay Tlie Mustard Pla.ster, . . . Anna Wal ker Aunt Tabitha,.Belle Ross I ' lie rest of the evening was given up to games and singing. We desire to exchange with all Ac ioo pajiers; but as this is our first issue, we must rely on our “Scissors,” We are told that the hand is an or¬ gan, therefore it must be a hand-organ. Professor—What are the constitu¬ ents of quartz ? Student—Pints. A bland smile creeps over the class. A member of the History class as¬ certained that by pronouncing eu as a diphthong, Deus vult gained surpris¬ ingly in effect. Professor—“If I should put on green glasses and view this class, would I not be deceived in their appearance?” “Well, no; I don’t think you would.” Kansas school teacher — “Where does our grain go to ?” “Into the hop¬ per.” “What hopper?” “Grasshoji- per,” triumphantly shouted a scholar. Elderly gentleman to a freshman on the train—“You don’t have any tick¬ et?” “No; I travel on my good looks.” “Then,” after looking him over, “probalJy you aren’t goin’ very far.” Six lovely schoolmarms were out rowing one quiet evening. A young man who, during his younger days, had been noted for his annoyance in school, remarked as they glided by, “Behold the whaling fleet!” Teacher in astronomy to a young gentleman of the senior class. “What is weight?” Senior. “Weight is heft.” Teacher. “Well what is heft?” Senior (suddenly seized with a bright idea. “Why heft is weight of course.” Half a page, half a |)age. Half a jiage onward; With eyes a-fiashing, each goes dashing. Each to get a hundred. Half a page, half a page, O how they blundered! Butchering every sentence there. Till at last ’tis all laid bare. Then of marks each gets his share. But not—not a hundred. Examiner. Can you mention any instances of apparently instinctive mo¬ tion in plants? Jhitany Student. The jiistel of the lily passes from stamen to stamen, gathering the rijie ] oilen, and making the complete revolution of the flower. Examiner (with diabolical grin). Ah, then, my (lear young friend, may we not consider the ; 6‘ of the lily as a revoloer ' i (The board here gives way and the examiner is precipitated into the abyss.)

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VoL. I. MILFORD, MASS., DECEMBER, 1884. No. 2. The Stone-Crusher. IIow drear to this heart are some scenes of my school¬ days, When sad recollection presejits them to view; The rock-pile and crusher for mending the highways Which made the worst clatter that ever you knew. The checks, and the zeros like mandates of Russia, That branded one iiihU-ist —transporting mark ! Hut naught was so bad as the noise of that crusher. Which stood like a tiend, mid the stones on the park. That clamorous cru sher, that crashing stone-crusher. That flendish old crusher that clung to the park. That iron-jawed monster we viewed as a nuisance That kept up its thunderous rattle all day. Completely confusing the false or the true sense Of anything teacher or scholar might say. Tho’ now far removed from its ancient location, No tear of regret its departure doth mark. But oft we recall, Avith our former vexation. The crash of that crusher vrliieh crushed on the park. That clamorous crusher, that crashing stone-crusher. That fiendish old crusher that clung to the park. Litkuatube Class of ’So. My Holiday Journey. Wns it strange that tliat cold December morning seemed to me as beautifnl as a day in .Time, wlien I was going to sj)end my Christmas in the dear old village of Y, where I had been born .and brought u|), and which 1 had not seen for three long ye.ars? With many farewells to the little grouj) of friends that had gathered to witne.ss my flejiarture, I entered tlie cars and was soon sjieeding away from X. For it moment I regretted that I had umlertaken so long a journey alone, but the next instant the thought of the f.amiliar faces th.at would light uj) with joy at my unexpected arrival, for I had carefully kejit my intended visit a secret, drove all such regrets from my mind, and I turned my attention to the countrv through which we were 4 “ jiassing. Now we were whirled throimh a quiet little village nestling in ])eaceful security among the hills, now past some lonely farmhouse standing in what might have been fields of waving grass in the summer, but was now a desolate tract of snow, with here and there a le.afless tree rising in bold relief against the sky. Then we crossed a deep river, jfartly frozen over, whose water looked blue and cold under the oblique rays of the sun, and entered a forest, with its trees raising their bare arms to the sky .as if in mute appeal to the clouds flo.ating above them, to send down a mantle of snow to cover their n.akedness. Some¬ times we 8to])ped in a Large town where all was confusion, and jfeople were hurrying to and fro, intent upon their pre])arations for the impending holiday, then we sped through an unbroken ex)).anse of snow - covered fields, extending as far as the eye could reach. At last, wearied by the monotony of the view, I turned my eyes from the cheerless Landscape to tho bright and smiling faces around me. The aj)- pe.ar.ance of most of tho occuj).ants of the car betokened wealth and coinfort, . although here and there a woman in coarser apj).arel th.an the others drew her faded shawl closer about her, as if to shut out not only tho cold air, but also the cold glances which some of better-dressed companions were c.ast- ing upon her. In one corner of tlie c.ar was a bevy of school girls busily occupied in t.alking over their ])lan8 for Christmas, what one expected to receive, wh.at .another had bought for father, mother or sister, while their conversation was now and then inter¬ rupted by little screams of admiration .as some gift especially beautiful was presented for inspection. At length, with a shrill whistle, we drew u|) in Z, the Tiearest .aj)proach to Y by rail, ami 1 hastened to find a place in the stage-coach in which the remainder of my journey must be t.a- ken. Because of the apiu-oaching holi¬ day,the stage was crowded, for many be¬ sides myself were going home to spend Christmas. Opposite me sat an elderly gentle¬ man .and Lady, who, from their smiling countenances and from the bundles with which the former’s j)Ockets were crammed, I judged had been to the city to jmrch.ase presents for their children. Among my othei- fellow- p.assengers were two school boys who were returning home for the holid.ays, in high glee .at being free for a time from books and lessons. As we entered Y, I turned my .at¬ tention to the outer world. It ' was almost dusk, and it was by instinct rather th.an sight th.at I recognized the familiar scenes. There was the old school-house where I had spent so many hap])y hours; there was the lit¬ tle brook in which 1 had so often played ; there w.as the village church with its S])ire dimly outlined .against the sky; and there, yes, there w.as the dear old home itself, just as I remem¬ bered it, with its tiny front-yard in which grew all kinds of old-fa shioned flowers. As the st.age sto))ped, my companions seemed to share in my ex¬ citement and ])eerod through the dark¬ ness, but, if they wished to witness the welcome I received, they were dis¬ appointed, for it w.as not until the st.age rattled away, that I summoned strength to lift the huge knocker. As the sound died away, the door slowly opened, and, as I was clasped in my mother’s arms, I realized fully the meaning of the expression, “Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home.” I. L. G., ’85.