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

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IO OAK, LILY AND IVY. Class IRotes. Miss Mae Curtin, 13, spent the holidays with her brother, at North Alding¬ ton. The H. H. Club held a Christmas Party at the home of Miss Evelyn Ma- cuen, ’13. The Seniors at their recent class meeting, voted to hold a dance in the As¬ sembly Hall of the High School, on January 24. Those Juniors! ! ! “Yes,” replied the learned Senior, To his chum the other day, “We must try to train those Juniors, In the straight and narrow way.” Say, John, you know Leslie Adams, Thin chap with an humble air ? Well, that boy is simply fading Under his huge load of care. Eben Baker, too, is ailing, But it’s not from overwork, Though by that we are not hinting, That his lessons he will shirk. Birmingham and Brothers also, Two young ladies in this class, “Women .Suffrage” strongly favor, Bragg says, “They’ll bring things to pass.” Now Miss Cadwell’s our new Junior, Rather shy, and a true friend ; Marion Cobb’s forever working ; Though Carey’ll not to that descend. Caldicott the budding speaker, Loves to argue proven facts, Talks for forty-five long minutes Till our nerves he sorely racks. Margaret Cochran and Blanche Crockett, Ever ready for a scrap, When from study they get respite, They would like to change our map. Now that young chap there’s Caruso, I “Classy looking guy,” you say ? , Goes in for all sorts of sporting, In the saucy Junior way. But behold ! the perfect Angel, In DeCicco, whose real good ; He returns to get his candv, And he really thinks he should 1 ! ! Antoinette’s a quiet lassie, Margaret Desmond—born Coquette ! And Miss Dillon —ever flirting, Say look out! She’ll get you yet! Fales, a sober sedate fellow, President of this great class, Tries to set a good example, To this restless surging mass. Marie Gaghan’s strong for baseball,

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OAK, LILY AND IVY 9 Rockland’s twenty yard line. He quickly arose from where he had been downed and ga e the signals for the trick play that was expected to net a touchdown for Greenwood. Jackson, remembering the signals which he had heard the night before, started to place his men so as to intercept the play, but he was halted by a sudden impulse. Something within him seemed to say “Play Fair.” While he was deciding whether to arrange his men or not the play was on. Rockland s right end, who had seen the same play in a college game earlier in the season broke through and tackling the man with the ball threw him for a foul yaid loss. Greenwood now tried two line plunges which netted but three vauls. The quarter, then ordered a kick from placement tried, but one of the Rockland players broke in and blocked the kick. As the ball hit the player, it bounded high into the air and Jackson catching it when it came down ran eighty yards for a touchdown amid the cheers of the Rockland rooters. RockTand failed to kick the goal. The ball was hardly in play again before the final whistle olew. hen Jackson letired that night, he said to himself, “Fair play did it!” H. H. L. ’15. Happy New Year! How many times have those words been spoken to us and what have they meant? We have all either formed new resolutions in our hearts or we have written them down in a notebook and firmly vowed to be true to our better selves. But alas! how many of them were forgotten when the little book was closed? How few kept? And again, how many of 11s resolved not to bluff in school, but to give our teacher a surprise by each day reciting a lesson we had conscientiously studied? But there were only a few that did not bluff the very next day. It may seem clever to us, now, to think we are able to feign having studied, but later on when school life is over, and a great responsi¬ bility rests on our shoulders, we shall look back with regret to the time when, with only a little bit of will-power, we could have kept our good resolves and added greatly to our store of moral energy for the years ahead.

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OAK, LILY AND IVY. 11 Florence Gerry loves her books, But F. Grayson spends his leisure, In admiring ' his looks. Esther Fuller, gay and cheerful, Flitting round from room to room, Quite important, very busy, Always that till crack of doom. Helen Lang’s a studious maiden, Ever digging at her work, I. Doane says “I love my studies, But other pleasures, I’ll not shirk.” Oh! that little (?) chap is “Hilly.” Isn’t he a graceful boy? Watch him move about so swanlike, Fills us with aesthetic joy ! Miss McLoughlin slender maiden ! Basket ball’s her favorite game ; If she grabs you in the struggle, You will never look the same. Jennie Lyons, full of mischief, Ah ! she causes us much grief ! And we hope—and that quite stronglv, That she’ll soon turn o’er a leaf. Phyllis Kimball—the “Man hater.” Always says “you horrid thing! ” But Miss Lynch says Phyll is bluffing, And she knows she’d wear a ring. McNamara and young Dumbell, Ever battling at recess, Yes—their conduct is most shocking, We, as Seniors must confess. Miss Moloney and MissManion, Always quiet and real good, Quite respectful to their elders, As all little children should. Here’s Miss Moylan loudly talking, Raising “Cain” out in the hall, And Miss Maynard’s strong for Senior’s, (Those who aren’t so very tall). You all know the “Miller’s daughter,” Has a good old-fashioned name, And whenever mischief’s brewing, Carolyn is not to blame. ( ?) That small girl is Henrietta, She’s a very quiet miss, And that fellow sitting near her, Is J• Quirk—thinks History bliss. There’s Ruth Ames, the bashful Junior, She’s decided it will pay Not to change her last initial But to always write it “A.” Way down there in that far corner, vSonier sits, our smile beneath, And whenever he gets nervous, Wriggles round and picks his teeth. Myrtle Spencer is romantic, Longs to go upon the stage,