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

Text from Pages 1 - 24 of the 1915 volume:

be ©ah, 3Ltl artb fv v ©ctober, 1915 . m Adver Using Section. Varsity 3 ifty Jive IS THE MOST POPULAR SUIT IN THE COUNTRY WITH HIGH SCHOOL COLLEGE YOUNG MEN nf n 2+ ) ) 1S THE SNAPPIEST OVERCOAT EVER DE- uarsity Oix Jtundreci SIGNED. SOLD IN MILFORD BY Larkin Bros., 220 IVIain Street. JAMES LALLY FLOUR, GRAIN AND HAY- EXCHANGE ST. MILFORD. COMPLIMENTS OF SCHOOL ST. MILFORD Dr. N. Miett DENTIST Gas and Ether used in extracting. T ooms J and 3 Washington Bib, Milford Light Lunch -BEN FRANKLIN— Main Street, next Hotel WiIlian, Lunches put up in neat packages for trax- elers. Picnic and lawn parties served. Compliments of — Travellers’ Lunch 133 Main St., Milford. COMPLIMENTS OF CAHILL’S NEWS AGENCY COAL, WOOD, CEMENT, LIME BRICK Beaver Board Milford Coal Co.:::;;: Robert Allen Cook Architect ARCHITECT FOR HIGH SCHOOL 57 Prospect St. Milford Telephone 165-W --— Thomas J. Nugent, D.M.D, WASHINGTON BLOCK yficilford, Dill ass. CALL AT— W. S MARDEN Macaroons, Lady Fingers, Angel Fruit Cane We make a specialty of Wedding Cake. 104 Main St. Milford INSURANCE OF ALL KINDS H. A. DANIELS P. 0. BLOCK MILFORD Chas H. Collins, REXALL DRUGGIST Collins Building, Main Street , Milford. Charles S. Mullane COAL WOOD Yard, Hayward St. Office 16 Central St. MILFOIU), MASS. Please keep in mind that we carry a full assortment of DRY FANCY GOODS Cloaks, Suits, Millinery and Novelties; and Everything Up-to-date. BOSTON STORE, 106 Main St Advertising Section. Salesrooms: 7 5 Hawley St., Boston, Mass. OUTFITTERS TO THE LEADING COLLEGE, SCHOOL AND ATHLETIC TEAMS Special discount to Milford High School students on all athletic goods. Secure whole¬ sale discount card from Mr. C. A. FitzGerald. Why not get the BEST? ‘Excelsior’ bread above them all! PINE ST BAKERY MILFORD Victrolas and Records at Reynolds Music Store 196 Main Street, Milford Compliments of Arthur P. Clarridge MILFORD N ATIONAL BANK 232 Main St., Milford, Mass. Respectfully solicits the accounts of the Graduates and Scholars of the Milford High School, when they commence their profes¬ sional or business careers. AUGUSTUS WHEELER, Pres. T. E. BARNS, Cashier. Compliments of One HomeN ational Bank S. A. EASTMAN CO. Manufacturers of WOODEN BOXES For Boots, Shoes and Straw Goods. Also Plain and Fancy Paper Boxes. Mill, cor. Central and Depot Streets Milford Compliments of Dr. Wm. J. Clancy TTeso Morse’s Sure Corn Killer Prepared by A. B. M0T{STi, Druggisl 242 Main St. Milford Compliments of Earl G. Crockett DENTIST You can always find the Freshest Candies, Chcicest Cut Flowers and Finest Stationery at ANNIE LAWLESS 176£ Main St. Milford For best values in Furniture and Carpeting call and see Werber Rose 105 110 Main St. Milford LEWIS HAYDEN Real Estate, Insurance, and Pension Business WASHINGTON BLOCK, MILFORD Dr. E. J. Dixon, Dentist. J. CONNOLLY CO. SANITARY PURVEYORS Compliments of Pur ce’s Pharmacy uncoln square Advertising Section NORTHROP LOOMS TRADE MARK REGISTERED r A DM More Wages for the Weaver tAnN Larger Dividends for the Mill HOPEDALE, MASSACHUSETTS OAK, LILY AND IVY. 97 Ilford sjffigh School Directory. School Cornrr)ittee George E. Stacy, Chairman. Dr. J. V. Gallagher, John E. Swift, Alfred B. Cenedella, John C. Lynch, Charles W. Gould- Superintendent, Almorin Orton Caswell. Alurnni Association President, Matthew J. Carbary, ’gi. Secretary, Ethelwyn Blake, ’89 Faculty Principal, Christopher A. FitzGerald, Mathematics, Science. Sub-Master, Francis C. Berry, Mathematics. Miss Mary B. Ford, Chemistry, Mathematics. Miss Inez L. Gay, Latin. Miss Marion A. Ryan, French, English. Miss Mary M. Fitzpatrick, English, History, Civics. Miss Mae F. Birmingham, Stenography, Typewriting, Bookkeeping, Commer¬ cial Law, Penmanship. Miss Hannah E. Callanan, English, History. Miss Margaret A. Pianca, German, French. Miss Mary E. Larkin, English, History. Miss Katherine M. Morrill, Bookkeeping, Penmanship, Commercial Arithmetic, Commercial Correspondence. Miss Florence M. Whittemore, Latin, History. Miss Genevieve Toohey, Drawing. Miss Elizabeth McNamara, Music. School Physicians Dr. J. M. French, Dr. J. V. Gallagher Athletic Association President and Faculty Director, Christopher A. FitzGerald. SECRETARY, Anna Healey ’ 16 EXECUTIVE Committee: Doris Barnard, ’16, Michele de Filippis, ’16, Fred Niro’ ’ 17. Baseball Tearn MANAGER, John Murphy ’16. CAPTAIN, Jere Murphy, ’ 16. Football Tearn MANAGER, Francis L. Hickey, ’16. CAPTAIN, Alfred Olivieri, ’ 16. 5enior Class President, John S. O’Brien. Secretary, Helena M- Shea. Vice President, Margaret H. Grady. Treasurer, Fred m. Clarridge. OAK, LILY AND IVY VOL. XXXII. MILFORD, MASS., OCT., 1915. NO. 1. Published Monthly During the School Year by the Pupils of the Milford High School. Board of Editors : Editor-in-Chief, Ina T. Nelson, ’16. Assistant Editor. Corona Blaisdell, ’16. Business Manager, J. Reed Kimball, ’16. Margaret Grady, ’16. Joseph Bruce, ’17. Fred Clarridge, ’16, Helen Lebossiere, ’1C. Michael de Filippis, ’16. John Murphy, ’16. Beatrice Battles, 17. Helen Mead, ’17. Edmund Welch, ’17. Subscription Rates : For the year, 50 cents. Single copies, 10 cents. Address all communications to Oak, Lily and Ivy, Milford, Mass. Entered at the Milford, Mass. Post Office, as second class matter. The White Temple They were a merry little party, this group of explorers. There were four of them: the two American brothers, the little sharp Italian, and the big jovial German who was the delight of his companions. He was full of fun, and this coupled with his talent as a ventriloquist made him a valuable addition to the party. They were travelling through India; and thus far they had learned sev¬ eral things of importance, although they had not been fortunate enough to dis¬ cover any hitherto unknown spots They had learned that all through India caste ruled. A man must die as he was born; his sons must follow his profes¬ sion and absolutely no hope of bettering themselves was held out to them. This oddly assorted little party also learned that many things happen in India and pass unquestioned, that in other lands would eyoke much comment. For in¬ stance, frequently people disappeared and never was a clue found to their dis¬ appearance unless it were in the gossip, half colored by superstition, of the ser¬ vants. One evening as they half dozed around their camp fire the voice of Airah, the chief of servants, came distinctly to them through the silvery silence of the evening. And none but they and their priests have gone there and returned. And they go but twice during the year, and then they carry precious stones—ah, wonderful, indeed, are the stones they carry with them. I have heard my grandfather tell that in his day an emerald was taken there that was the most perfect of its kind in the world. Only six families have given, but they have given stones that would purchase the whole world. Ah, but I would that I might possess one of them.” His voice trailed off into the silence of the night. 6 Oak, Lily and Ivy. There is something in what he says, maybe. Dio mio! Who would risk one’s life for wealth ? Not I, soliloquized Antonio, the blithe little Italian. Well, what’s it about? questioned the elder Bronson. Evidently some fake tale he’s heard from the spirit of his grandfather, or some such remote old duffer. Ye gods ! Imagine that ghost of a man ever possessing a grandfather! Do you know I believe he must have been on the earth when it was created, and will stay until its end, answered his brother. And then Hans, the stolid, astonished them. If I thought there were a place where one could find such riches I would go through Hades to reach it,” he said slowly as he leaned forward and looked into the fire. A chorus of laughs was his companions’ reception of this unlooked-for speech from their slow-minded partner. I guess it would be Hades, all right, that you’d encounter if you endeavored to wrest such a fortune from these devils. Why, man! They are without equal in cruelty. They are the most bloodthirsty wretches on the globe. And these jewels are evidently in a temple and say, do you realize what that means ? Priests, who are half crazy fanatics, guarding the place day and night. You don’t understand what you’d be up against, said the junior Bronson. Uh-huh, was Hans’ unsatisfactory answer. Let’s turn in.” So they turned in and the next day, as no one mentioned the incident, each concluded it had been forgotten. But Hans had not forgotten. There was a girl back in the Fatherland who waited his coming; but he could not go to her un¬ til he had riches. It seemed a cruel bit of fate that somewhere in this God-for¬ saken country jewels lay idle that meant happiness and joy to him and the shy little maiden away off in the Fatherland. He brooded over this thought for a week or so. Then one evening while the sun was sinking in a glow of red he went to Airah. Tell me, he commanded, more of the place where wondrous jewels are; where people go but twice a year, and from whence no white man has ever re¬ turned.” And Airah told him. They are of high caste, master, and none of another caste dare go near. Even their servants go not with them. There are six families and for two cen¬ turies, legend has it, they have worshipped at the ‘White Temple.’ Once a dragoman saw it. He saw the cavalcade enter, but he was mortally wounded and returned home only to die. He said wondrous gods were about and a score of priests to guard them. He said the eyes of the gods were of jewels the like of which he had never seen for they glittered and sparkled as does the eye of the snake. Ah-but it would be paradise to possess one of such stones!” Airah, would you go with me to the ‘White Temple’?” asked Hans; “My master! was all the trembling Airah could say. “Is it far? How many days’ journey? “My master forgets. It would mean death. “We might escape-we might. Will you go with me ? Airah threw himself prone on the ground with his face towards the setting sun, and after a few minutes murmured, “I will go, my master.” That night two shadows glided from the camp leading behind them one of the white donkeys so common in the land. “I have shoes with me that have hollow heels-you see ? In them we might hide the jewels and no one would ever find them,” explained one of the shadows to the other. “My master is clever,” was the answer. Six days later at sundown they reached a small hill. “Beyond there,” said Airah, pointing to the hill, “lies a broad stretch of land and in its midst is the ‘White Temple’.” He spoke in an awed voice and his tone, as his voice broke the wonderful silence of the departing day, filled Hans with a vague fear and made him more reluctant to continue the undertaking than he would have cared to confess. But he shook off his misgivings. “How may one approach the place?” he asked. “There is a small grove near it, according to the tales, where one may hide until an opportune time for entering. But oh, my master, that time will never come, I fear. Let us go back.” Hans cursed roundly. “Go, if you choose. Do you think I have come so far for naught ?” Trembling, Airah spoke. “Then, if you will go on, let us await the dark¬ ness. Then we may creep to the grove-but the gods help us if we mount this hill, and a flat plain meets our gaze.” They picketed the donkey securely. Hans hid the precious shoes in his coat and thus they awaited the approach of night. Fate was against them. The moon rose clear and bright and a light almost as penetrating as that of the day illumined the whole place. They waited as long as they dared, and then cautiously began the ascent of the hill. The height gained, they were able to see what lay before them. It was as Airah had said : a great stretch of land with no trees except a small grove that was near a huge white spot. As their eyes grew accustomed to the sight they distinguished the sharp outlines of an immense temple. It was all that Airah had heard. No sound disturbed the silence of the night and gaining confidence they worked their way towards the temple. They were about twenty yards from the main entrance when Airah with a half-suppressed pioan turned to Hans. “The gods have punished me lor my greed. Death is upon me. Fly, while there is time,” and pointed to a dart about two inches in length that quivered in his throat. Hans recognized the fateful thing, a poison-tipped arrow, almost minute, yet meaning certain death. There was still no sound—no noise to tell whence the dart had come. Unmolested, Hans supported Airah in his arms and undisturbed they await¬ ed the approach of death. Hans vaguely wondered why he were not killed, but about him there was nothing but silence. 8 Oak, Lily and Ivy. In an hour Airah was dead. With the utmost coolness Hans left his mur¬ dered servant and boldly entered the immense temple. His entrance was her¬ alded by the sound of his footsteps on the marble floor. But if the waiting assailants heard his approach he, too, could hear theirs. There was a scurry of footsteps, shrill yells, and they were nearly upon him. A refuge ? Ah! the idol—he could stand between its arms. They would not dare kill him as he stood there for fear of the god’s anger. He acted more quickly thad he thought. With a bound he had gained the dais on which the god rest¬ ed. He had gained his refuge. But his besiegers did not seem anhoyed by this move, for they immediately squatted at his feet like so many hounds aurround- ing their quarry. A cold sweat broke out on Hans. Starvation faced him, even if he could stave off these human beasts of prey. After a while when he could take his gaze from the swarthy, staring faces before him, he turned to examine his refuge. It was a hideous, grinning devil with three eyes and each eye was a lustrous milk-white pearl, the beauty of which made Hans forget his very fears. A fortune lay within his grasp—and he lay within the reach of Death. Some of the priests had left, perhaps for their morning meal, and Hans be¬ gan to realize he was hungry. Then, as when one is in peril the most obscure things haunt the memory, he thought of the donkey. Poor beast! But perhaps it could break loose. Ah well, the animal was growing old, anyway. Suddenly an inspiration struck Hans. His talent! Might it not aid him? Standing up abruptly he gazed at the nearest priest. Simultaneously a voice sounded across the high vault, now further away, now nearer. The priests looked at him with fear. Perhaps he was a god incarnated. Always that voice was sounding in a strange gutteral tongue, now singing, now wailing— yet the lips of their white prisoner did not move. Trembling with fear they brought him food, but Hans saw that although his life was safe, he could not hope to escape for many days. For two years Hans dwelt among the fanatic priests, his very life depend¬ ing upon his ventriloquistic powers. Always when the worshippers came he was sent to the grove with two priests to guard him and so he concluded that the priests had not spoken of his presence. Hans had not been idle these two years. In the heels of the shabby old shoes kept always by his side reposed six pearls, a clear sparkling diamond, eight rubies, and three emeralds. He wanted the big emerald but he dared not take that; the priests would surely suspect him. So he had to content himself with the smaller stones. Once again he was making his semi-annual visit to the grove. But to-day he felt elated, for he felt intuitively Fortune would favor him. The cavalcade arrived late in the morning; they would begin their worship that evening, and for four days their rites would occupy them. He stretched himself out under a tree and soon was fast asleep. When he awoke, it was long after noon and he wondered why his guards had not come to summon him to their midday meal. He arose and looked about him. He Oak Lily and Ivy. 9 saw their bodies side by side in a thicket; he could only surmise that they had partaken of some po isonous plant and died immediately. Here was deliverance! Darkness was approaching and he had four days to escape, for he felt sure he could reach the hill and gain the world beyond without detection. At dark he started. The night was cloudy but he managed to keep his way and in an hour or so he had once more attained the height where poor Air- ah had met his fate so long before. But he had paid dearly for it. Two years wasted! Two years utterly losfiand he had aged twenty years in that time. He stumbled on through the darkness always with that thought goading him. And Gretchen—would she have been faithful ? Surely God would not have let her be otherwise. He was raving thus when the group of white men found him. He had travelled miles in those three days and without food; but the party, when they heard his story, hastened to put a greater distance between themselves and the “ White Temple.” Hans had not told them of the jewels and they humored him in what they termed a sick man’s fancy in allowing him to keep the shoes, rotting to pieces, always with him. And he still had the shoes eight weeks later when he sailed for home and happiness. For Gretchen had been true to his memory. N---T6. 20—17, “They talk of joy in fighting Mid whistling shot and shell They rime of bliss in love’s sweet kiss A bliss which none can tell. For ages they’ve been lilting The praise of ruby wine,— All joys most rare but none compare with tacklin’ ’hind the line.” Lazy” FitzHugh sauntered toward the rear of the cottage, tossing a rather dilapidated head-guard on the porch as he passed. His ponderous voice chanted the well-known football war song in rythmic beat to the tap of his leather cleats on the board walk. His voice bore the hearty ringing cadence of well-fed, well- exercised and carefree youth,-unfatigued by the harrowing preliminary practice of the gridiron. Give me the football battle, The captain’s signal call. The rush that fills the heart with thrills The line that’s like a wall. Give me- the hard-fought scrimmage—” i 10 Oak , Lily and Ivy. “Lazy” stopped in sheer amazement: a sweet girlish voice on the opposite side of the garden wall had taken up the refrain. Recovering his voice and turn¬ ing aside toward the wall, he resumed (in perfect accompaniment with the sweet¬ voiced unknown)- “The joy almost divine, When like a rock we stand the shock And tackle ’hind the line.” Both singers stopped and Lazy mounted the barrier with an agile leap,-to meet the mischievous and friendly gaze of his new neighbor,-an extremely pret¬ ty maiden of eighteen years or so. The boy’s hand involuntarily stole to his head to remove the cap which was not there, and to call forth a hearty peal of laughter from his beautiful observer. The formality of an introduction was precluded by the young lady herself. Mr. FitzHugh?” Lazy acknowledged with a bow, vaguely wondering how this “dream” had recognized him so readily. “I’m Miss O’Leary, Marie O’Leary,” volunteered the girl. “Awfully glad to make,-” began Lazy but was halted in his formal ac¬ knowledgement by an avalanche of questions and information. “Are you the Mr. Fitzhugh who played on the Weldon High team last year? Wasn’t it too bad you didn’t win the Mid-County League pennant? I’m a sopho¬ more; I’m going to enter Weldon High tomorrow. I came from Springton. I like football best of all the sports. Do they allow anyone to watch the practice?” Lazy, at last recovering his composure, nodded in the affirmative. There ensued a conversation carried on almost entirely by the girl with an occasional comment by the youth. Lazy departed on very good terms with the world in general and thorough¬ ly enchanted by his new neighbor. Practice on Tuesday was ragged and Coach Harley severely criticised the team especially the giant half-back who, abstract¬ ed by a vision in crimson and white who gesticulated wildly from the sidelines, failed miserably in his half-hearted attempts to break through the “scrub” line. Wednesday the practice was less encouraging. Thursday, the coach was in despair, for on Saturday the first game with Westerly was scheduled and rumors came thick and fast that the neighboring school had a strong line and a clever back-field. Coach Harley withdrew Lazy FitzHugh from the game and escorting him to a far corner of the field, told him exactly what he thought of him. Con¬ sidering the fact that Harley had confidently massed the most plays so that Lazy, his best and most reliable backfield man, should bear the brunt of the enemies’ attack it was not strange that such terms as quitter,” yellow” and lying down” should figure largely in the conversation. But the speech was supposed to be strictly confidential and neither man noticed the diminutive freshman who, sneaking around to hear what was being said, took in the entire call-down, and who, after practice went down town and proceeded to inform everyone he knew and some people he did not know, that FitzHugh was a quitter”-and even the coach had called him yellow” in practice. Oak Lily and Ivy. 11 Lazy FitzHugh whistled a couple of times from his lofty seat on the wall, and immediately a little form rushed from the neighboring cottage. But Marie was petulant. Lazy wondered why. However, not until he was about to return home for supper did the bitter truth come out. Mr. FitzHugh requested that Miss O’Leary accompany him to the theatre Saturday evening and that peeved young lady refused to promise. This worried Lazy, so with characteristic blunt¬ ness, he blurted out the query, What’s the matter tonight anyway?” And out came the shocking allegation! “Hadn’t the paper publicly proclaimed him yel¬ low,’ breaking up his team’s efficiency just before an important game? And what consideration was he entitled to expect from her if this were the case?” Thunderstricken, Lazy denied the News’ assertion, promised to “show them” Saturday, and before he left he arrived at the understanding that only a victory Saturday could obtain that evening’s engagement Friday, Coach Harley surveyed his charges meditatively and dismissd them with a curt “That’s enough.’ 7 The man FitzHugh had certainly come back” strong—too strong in fact: the brilliant and daring personal attack which he made upon the scrubs was commendable, but there was absolute lack of team work. Coach Harley had his doubts. Westerley won the toss and elected to receive; the wind was with Weldon. Kelley booted the oval far back into Westerly’s territory, but it was received and carried forty yards before FitzHugh brought the runner to the ground. 54-16-3,” and a Westerley back shot around the end for ten yards. “11-47-5,” a cross-buck and the quarterback tore off thirty-five more. “Petey” Morris, Weldon’s quarter, pleaded with his line to stop them. Lazy ground his teeth; unquestionably Westerly had a good team. “47-22-8,” Lazy smashed the line and violently downed the opposing full back in whose arms the ball had been thrust. “Five yards loss,” he muttered, and, happily looking up, he found the fullback laughing in his face; the left-half was sitting on the ball behind the goal-posts. “Clever too,” commented Lazy. They lined up again, the whistle blew, Westerley kicked off, and plump in¬ to FitzHugh’s eager arms the oval dropped—and bounced out to be fallen on by a Westerly end. Lazy groaned in anguish. He didn’t believe now that he would go to that show tonight. “61-28-11,” the Westerly full-back pretended a punt, slipped the ball into the quarter’s arms instead, and he cariied it over for the second touchdown. 14-0. The first half ended with the score 17-0, Browning having dropped a goal for his team. Slowly Weldon dragged off the field. Coach Harley said not a word--which cut deeper than abuse. But Lazy had something to say. True, he had played “rotten” himself, but he’d retrieve yet. He instructed his quar¬ ter to make him work. The whistle blew. Weldon’s midget quarter made a splendid catch of the kick-off and ran it back twenty-five yards by wonderful and elusive wiggling and turning. “14-9- 62,” Lazy received the ball and smashed through for six yards with three West- 12 Oak, Lily and Ivy. erly players clinging to him. 14-8-47,” and Hannigan plowed through to gain first down. At last Lazy scored on a ramrod plunge; Petey” kicked the goal. Westerly received and Lazy “got” his man as he made the catch. Weldon held their opponents and secured the ball on downs on the 40 yard line. By superb running and clever “picking out the holes” Lazy won the plaudits of the crowd by a run of twenty-five yards. 15 to go. Weldon made it in three downs. “Petey” kicked the goal. Only three minutes to play! Lazy received the kick—the crowd watched him take it breathlessly. Tightly hugging the ball, FitzHugh raced for the far- distant goal. Out and out he veered, eluding six of his opponents. Then, when it seemed that he would race outside, he turned sharply toward the center of the field; two more, three more, passed. Big Browning waited on the twenty- yard line, but Lazy had no time to waste, so he raced for the side lines once more, easily eluding the slower Westerly man. On the ten-yard line waited Westerly’s last hope, Marty” Smith, the speedy quarter. Lazy knew he could not out-run him, so he plunged straight at him, using the straight arm.” Momentarily non-plussed, Martin succeeded in locking his arms about Lazy’s thighs. How¬ ever, he was small and FitzHugh dragged him five yards before he got a good downing hold. Even then Lazy did not give up: one step, two steps; Browning was coming, and only a few seconds of playing remained. With a terrific ef¬ fort, Lazy flung himself and his tackier forward. He fell, and reached the ball out as far as he could without releasing his hold. Was it over? Browning’s heavy body fell upon him and momentarily he lost track of all happenings. When he recovered he heard the umpire announcing the score. Weldon 20 Westerly 17 e In Row C a happy couple viewed Strongheart,” a football romance, and at 11.30 a pretty maiden bade an affectionate au revoir to her stalwart protector, who then vaulted the wall and approached his own domicile, humming softy the closing words of a very popular song: There may be joys in heaven, More tender and more tame; But I don’t care to go up there Unless they play the game. There’re gridirons down in Hades But even there I’d pine To be once more on this fair shore To tackle ’hind the line.” Jones, ’15 Oak, Lily and Ivy. 13 To the members of the Freshman class and all other new comers, we of the upper classes extend a most cordial welcome. You are entering upon new fields of labor, and your success therein will depend greatly upon your attitude to¬ wards your work, and the persistency and thoroughness with which you master your tasks. We realize it is difficult for you to adapt yourselves to this new routine, but be encouraged, for we and your teachers stand ready, so far as pos¬ sible, to aid you and help you in adjusting yourselves to our rules and our school life. It seems difficult to you, perhaps-this high school course-but to those who faithfully and honestly perform their labors, it is not hard to main¬ tain the required standard. Do your work conscientously, put forth your best energies, and you will master the most difficult problems that may confront you. We have a social as well as a working side to our school and we want you newcomers to be interested in this phase of our school life. Just now, the football team is occupying the attention of the older students, and we trust that the later arrivals will become interested in our team and its doings. If you cannot make the team,” lend your support to the team’s work-by being pres¬ ent at the games and by cheering its victories. In this way you may show your appreciation of the work your fellow students are doing. SCHOOL NOTES. When Milford High opened its doors on September 7, it was to welcome 108 new members to the Freshman class. We ardently hope they will continue their four years’ course, and put it to as good use as we of the upper classes are trying to do. This year we have added to our teaching force Miss Katherine Morrill, a graduate of St. Mary’s in 1912, and of Bay Path in 1913; also Miss Florence Whittemore who was a graduate of Milford High in the class of 1909, and of Boston University in 1915. Owing to the increase in the number of students enrolled it has been nec¬ essary to call the library into use for classes, and to use the former typewriting room as a home room for the freshmen. The freshmen this year occupy rooms 1, 4, 5 and 8. The sophomores are 14 Oak., Lily and Ivy. seated in rooms 13, 15 and 18; the juniors are in room 12; and the seniors are occupying room 10, the rocm dedicated to those of the graduating class. ! ’08. Deepest sympathies are extended to Mrs. Eleonora Sonne Homeburg in the death of her brother, Mr. John Sonne. ’09. We welcome to our faculty Miss Florence Whittemore. ’15. We extend our deepest sympathy to Miss Henrietta McConnachie and her family in the death of her sister, Miss Mildred, of the class of ’18. Those of the class of T5 who have gone to higher institutions of learning are: Bertha Austin-Framingham Normal School. Miriam Ball-Boston Normal Art School. Helen D. Bixby-Wellesley. Edith A. Bagley-Wellesley. Leo J. Burns-Holy Cross. Laura M. Crockett-Burdett Business College. Marie C. Davoren-Milford Llospital Training School. Maurice Feingold-Clark. John J. Fox-B. U. Law School. Abbie E. Garland-Framingham Normal School. William F. Goddard-Boston University. Madge Gordon-Framingham Business College. Maurice W. Grady-Harvard. John A. Hayes-Amherst. Maude Henderson-Burdett Business College. Helen R. Hogan-Framingham Normal. Frederick W. Holmes-Harvard. Harold F. Jones-Milford High School, Post Graduate. Francis X. Kelley-Tufts. Esther Kurlansky-Milford High School, Post Graduate. Ruth L. Lilley-Sargent School. Oak, Lily and Ivy. 15 Harold H. Lockey-Worcester Tech. Julia H. McOonnachie-Bryant and Stratton. Amanda E. MacGregor-Framingham Normal School. Leroy L. McKenzie-Clark. Francis L. Mead-Mass. Tech. Loretta E. Murray-Boston University. John F. O’Reiley-Tufts. Arthur Schooner-Clark. Mary E. Shea-Bay Path. Frank D. Thomas-Amherst. Dorothy N. Fairbanks-Framingham Normal School. Mary McGuire-Burdett Business College. John W. Dwyer-Mass. College of Pharmacy. Frederick L. Nolan-Dartmouth. Jeannie P. Shirras-Framingham Normal School. Beth Wilson-Simmons College. T6. Miss Mae Connors, ex-T6, graduated from Framingham Business College with high honors, and is working for a firm in South Framingham. FROM OUR The exchange column is one of the most interesting in a school paper. Through the medium of this column, we learn what other schools are doing in line of athletics, social affairs, and studies. We enjoy the exchange of confidences, and we want to make others feel the same towards our column. We desire that our column shall not be an Exchange Column for our school papers alone, but also an exchange of ideas and friendship. We want you to criticise our magazine, its editorials and stories, and we promise that we shall fairly and honestly judge all papers submitted to us. In its exchange of ideas, and friend¬ ly criticisms, we hope that our column may be of aid to others, and we trust that we shall gain new ideas from them. 16 Oak, Lily and Ivy. The pennant so gloriously won by our heroes of the diamond, Milford High School Base-Ball Team, has arrived, and now ornaments the wall of our assem¬ bly hall. It is a crimson banner with gold trimmings and lettering, and bears the inscription: Midland Inter scholastic League Base-Ball Championship , 1915 , won by Milford High School. The recent statement of Mr. FitzGerald, treasurer of the Athletic Associa¬ tion shows the financial condition of the organization to be very good, $151.72. being in the treasury in September, Milford High has this year very promising material for a championship football team. First call for practice was answered by a squad of thirty candi¬ dates. Seven veterans a re left from last year’s squad, and around these men a fast eleven is assured under the diligent coaching of Messrs. Berry and Cenedella. The veterans are Capt. Olivieri, Hilton, Sprague, Vesperi, Zurlo, Morelli, and Dalton. Among the recruits are Grayson, G. Bruce, J. Bruce, Larkin, Solari, Kelley, E. Nelson, J. Nelson, J. Gaffney, McClure, L. Shea, H. Shea, Spindle, Cal¬ abrese, Candini and F. Gaffney. The schedule follows: Sept. 28 Milford at Worcester Trade. Oct. 2 Worcester Commercial at Milford. 9 Boston College High School at Milfod. 12 Alumni at Milford. (A. M.) 16 Walpole High at Milford. 20 Framingham at Milford. 23 Marlboro at Milford. 30 Open Nov. 6 Natick at Milford. 13 Westboro at Milford. 17 Milford at Framingham- 20 Norwood at Milford. 25 Open. On September 28 the team journeyed to Worcester and there were defeat¬ ed to the tune of 60 to 0 by the heavy Worcester Trade eleven. Considering class and weight of the Worcester team, Milford’s showing was not so bad as the score would indicate. Oak, Lily and Ivy. 17 Milford was without a football game Saturday, October 2, as the Worces¬ ter Classical team cancelled the game scheduled for that date, and as Manager Hickey was unable to secure another team. At a meeting of the Athletic Association Wednesday September 22, the following officers were elected for the year: President, Mr. FitzGerald; Secre¬ tary, Anna Healy, ’16; Committee, Michele DeFilipis, ’16, Chairman, Doris Bar¬ nard, ’16, Fred Niro, ’17. Miss Ford: Oxygen aids combustion; hydrogen is a combustible, and water—” O’Brien: Water puts it out.” Mr. Berry in algebra: Now that you have the 4x, tell me how to get the x.” Miss Cervone: Well, my mother always said to get it by the handle, for fear I should get hurt.” Kimball (soliloquizing): I want to be a doctor, but whether a medical or a dental, I don’t know.” Hickey: “Veterinary would be the best, I think.” Miss Callanan (in English): “Gaffny, read to the class your description of a nickel.” Gaffny: A Nickel is a piece of money, made of a malleable and ductile metal after which it takes its name. It is worth five whole cents. It has a diameter which I do not know and a circumference 3 1-7 times the diameter.” Freshman: “My feet were so cold this morning that I was unable to IrM the pen in my hand.” Miss Swift (Translation): “Le matelot, sans repondre, se mit a siffler.” Oak, Lily and Ivy. 18 “The sailor, without answering, took out his whistle.’, Voice From the Rear: “ What was it, a flute or a piccolo?” Freshman: “I thought you said you knew all the bright pupils in your class.’’ Junior: “Of course I do, but I don’t have to associate with them.” Heard in the Chemistry Laboratory: “If an explosion should take place here now, and the life of one of your classmates were in danger, what would you do?” Goucher (promptly): “Run for the door.” Miss Barry: “Gee, what a hero!” Pupil to his mother: “Ma, my teacher told me this morning that I laugh so much over nothing.” Mother: “Don’t come home and tell me the same thing again, for if you do I will make you cry so much more over something.” % j Miss Ford: “Hydrogen united with air explodes. In preparing hydrogen and testing its properties what caution would you take in order to avoid the ex¬ plosion. Clarridge, “Abandon the idea of performing the experiment.’’ Miss Pianca (in French): “Boy, your translation is terrible.” Pupil: “I know it, but it is not my fault. My mother often tells me that terribleness is a quality which I inherited from my father.’’ Jones (to a group of Freshmen): “Who is the strongest boy in your class? Macchi (expanding his chest): “Why, I be.’’ Miss Larkin: “Tell us what you think of woman suffra ge, O’Brien.” O’Brien: “I think women should not vote because their place is in the home.” Miss Barnard: Your argument is weak. I go to the pictures nearly every day and I notice that the women form the majority of the attending body. Miss Larkin (History A): “Now, Miss Healy, what did Captain James Smith do?” Miss Healy: “Er—he—oh he founded the James River.” Miss Birmingham (Com’l Law): “How have the statutes changed the law in regard to married women’s contracts, Murphy?’’ Muryhy: “Oh! er—before a married woman can make contracts, her hus¬ band must be dead, divorced, in jail, or intoxicated.” Advertising Section. H |t | Oi ir+iee COAL COMPANY - IVI . UUrLISS 48 PONDST., MILFORD COAL, WOOD AND OTTO COKE. Leo De Filippis Custom Tailor Casey Dempsey’s New Block 118 Main St. Milford A H. Sweet Co., Inc. REGISTERED PHARMACISTS Prescriptions Carefully Compounded 164 Main Street, Milford P. J. Lawless. A. H. Sweet, Eldred e Son 42 EXCHANGE ST., MILFORD. Paints and Wall Paper. Alfred B. Cenedella ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT 3 Baker Building Milford MM8 EXT IF. Dentist Office Hours 9 to 5. Thursday and Satur¬ day evenings until 8 Claflin Building Milford BEST WISHES OF FF etcuer) Ice Crearr) Sor) cctioijcuy Gorr)p0r)j 157 MAIN ST., MILFORD COMPLIMENTS OF TV i tiling ton’s laiiiii mil GEO. H. LOCKE DEALER IN Asphalt Shingles Tel. 210 Milford Dillon Brothers Contractors and Builders MILFORD High School New Hospital Compliments of P. J. Leonard iniaiiAaT if mil 180 Main St. Milford, Mass. WATCHES CUT GLASS CLINTON L. BARNARD 148 Main Street, Milford FINE CHINA JEWELRY J. J. LAWTON. PRES. CARLTON F. STURDY, TREAS AVERY WOODBURY CO. J? YLford INTERIOR DECORATORS .HOME FURNISHERS. CUT GLASS SILVERWARE, DRY GOODS AND MILLINERY. Advertising Section. E. A. DANFORTH OPTICIAN 5 Thayer Building, 219 Main St., Milford. Office hours: 9 to 6; Thursday and Saturday evenings until 8.80 o’clock. Walter W. Watson Funeral Director Embalmer 2d Exchange St., Milford CASS BROTHERS WALL PAPER, ROOM MOULDING READY MIXED PAINTS HARDWARE, PICTURE FRAMING, ETC. 63 MAIN ST., MILFORD Kuppenheimer Clothes are are best for young men. Sold by BOWKER the CLOTHIER SHERMAN BROS. Milford Laundry All work inspected before leaving Lann dry. Goods called for and delivered free of charge. Send postal for team. 32 34 Exchange St., Milford WILLIAMS , VINCENT ATTORNEYS and Counsellors at Law Bank Block Milford Compliments of L. P. WEBBER Hotel Willian Hardware, Parlor Stoves, Crawford and Magee Ranges, Sporting Goods, Paints and Oils. CLARK ELLIS SONS MILFORD, MA S. E F LILLEY Jeweler and Optician ‘TALLEY’S CORNER” Milford Mas s Dr. H. E. Whitney Dr. E. C. Whitney DENTISTS 219 Main St. Milford Three points ahead of ALL competitors— Quantity, Quality §. f rice jRey.yqlds’ Shoe Mouse Opposite the Mansion House. ©. H. LILLEY ICE CREAM 4 CONFECTIONERY. WAITING STATION 149 AT� i 0 5t. A ilford HERBERT HUNTER LADIES’ 4 GENTS’ CLOTHING MADE to ORDER 178 Main Street. Milford COMPLIMENTS OF— JAMES H. REYNOLDS 10G Main St. Lyceum Block S. Chac bourne. Dealer in all kinds of SPORTING GOODS, HARDWARE, CUTLERY, PAINTS, YARNISHES and SEEDS. 168 Main St. Milford WALTER L. COLLINS Rooms 7| and 9 COLLINS BLDG. MILFOKI) Eastman Kodaks! Supplies Gardella Drug C° Advertising Section. MAKERS AND DISTRIBUTORS OF 29c CHOCOLATES IS OUR SPECIALTY OUR SODA IS SODALISHUS 76 MAIN STREET, -t- MILFORD, MASS. MILFORD SAVINGS BANK Deposits put upon interest on the second Saturday in January, April, July and October Bank Hours, 9 a. m. to 3 p. m., except Saturdays. Saturday, 9 a. m. to 1 p. m. C. A. COOK, President J. E. WALKER, Treasurer Dividends second Saturday in April and October. Compliments ef John E. Swift, Esq. BUY YOUR DRY GOODS AND SMALL WARES At 222 Main Street CHARLES E. COONEY Compliments of ARCHER RUBBER CO. Compliments of Hoey’s Market {The “ 0ah, Qiby and Tuy” is T Fin ted and {Sound by Wm. P. Clarke, Printer, Milford Where the {Rest Printing and Binding in this section is done High School Supplies of All Kinds. Write us for Prices. We do Special Designing.