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

Page 30 text:

97?iiford jffigh School ‘Directory. SCHOOL COMMI TT E E. George E. Stacy, Chairman. Dr. J. V. Gallagher, John E. Swift Alfred B. Cenedella, John C. Lynch, Charles W. Gould Superintendent, Almorin Orton Caswell. ALUMNI ASSOCIATION. Mrs. Mary F. Cahill, Pres., ‘92. Secretary, Ethelwyn Blake, ‘89 FACULTY. Principal, Christopher A. FitzGerald, Physics, Mathematics. Sub-Master, Francis C. Berry, Mathematics. M iss Mary B. Ford, Chemistry, Mathematics. Miss Inez L. Gay, Latin. Miss Marion A. Ryan, French, English. M iss Mary M. Fitzpatrick, English, History. M iss M ay E. Birmingham, Stenography, Typewriting, Bookkeeping, Commer¬ cial Law, Penmanship. M iss Hannah E. Callanan, English, History, Latin. Miss Margaret A. Pianca, German, French. Miss Catherine M Morrill, Bookkeeping, Commercial Arithmetic, Commercial Correspondence, Cost Accounting. Mi ss Florence M. Whittemore, Latin, Hi story Miss Anna C. Donlan, English, History. Miss Sadie A. O’Connell, English, History, Declamation. Miss Genevieve Tooiiey, Drawing. Miss Elizabeth McNamara, Music. SCHOOL PHYSICIANS. Dr. J. M. French, a Dr. J. Y. Gallagher ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION. President and Faculty Director, Christopher A. FitzGerald. Secretary, Dorothy Li 1 ley, ’IT, Executive Committee, Fred Niro, Frances Carter, Louis Calabrese. BASE BALL. Manager, James Dalton, ’17. Captain, Howard Hilton,’17 FOOT BALL TEAM. Manager, Spencer Carr, 17. Captain, Charles Vesperi, ’17 SENIOR CLASS. President, Charles Vesperi. Secretary, Esther M. Murray ice President, Dorothy E Lilley. Treasurer, Joseph C. Bruce

Page 29 text:

V CONTENTS The Music Master, B. L. B., T7. 5 The Master Shot, Helen J. Mead,. 7 School Notes,.21- 13 1 Alumni Notes,. 21 Editorials,. 20 Honor Roll,. J3 Athletics,.-. ... 24 Exchanges,. 27 Humor of It,. 27

Page 31 text:

OAK, LILY AND IVY VOL. XXXIII. MILFORD, MASS., NOV,, 1916. NO. 2. Published Monthly During the School Year by the Pupils of the Milford High School. Board of Editors : Editor-In-Chief, Beatrice L. Baitles, ’17. Assistant Lditoii, Helen Mead, ’17. Business Manager, .Joseph C. Bruce, ’17. Dorothy E. Lilley, ’17. Karl S. Roberts, ’18. Edmund T. Welch, ’17, Fred J. Niro, ’17. Catherine Burns, ’17. F. Elizabeth Hears, ’17 Katherine H. Lester, ’18. Elmer C. Nelson, ’18 Esther E. Haskard, ’18. Chester 0. Avery, ’18 Subscription Rates : For the year, 50 cents. Single copies, 10 cent ' s. Address all communications to Oak, Lily and Ivy, Milford, Mass. Entered at the Milford, Mass. Post Office, as second class matter. THE MUSIC MASTER. Outside it was clear and cold with a hint of snow in the air. The biting, penetrating wind painted ears and cheeks a rosy hue, and quickened the steps of the many pedestrians who thronged the streets. But Professor Michelini walked along slowly, unmindful of the cold or the passing crowds. On his thin, aesthetic face, with its classic Italian features and large beautiful eyes, was an expression of deep melancholy. Sad indeed were his reflections as he walked along. Constantly he thought of his unfinished Sonata. The professor felt himself growing old and he grieved for his lost youth, grieved also at the idea of departing without completing his masterpiece, in which he had put all the yearning and passion of his unloved, starved life. Sadly he walked along until his attention was arrested by strains of sweet music. His well trained ears in¬ stantly recognized the musical genius of the player. Impetuously he made his way through the crowd from the midst of which the sounds came. He halted in amazement at what he saw. Standing before him, violin on chin, was a boy with a face of the most wistful and striking beauty. His soft, velvety eyes were dim with emotion, his sensitive lips quivered with the passion of his play¬ ing. In an instant the Professor was by his side. “Boy”, he cried, “you are marvelous! Such a touch! Such power of ex¬ pression!” he drew a deep breath-“It is wonderful. Who taught you to play like that? Come boy, come with me. I must know more of you”, and shaking with excitement he led the bewildered boy away. All the way to his studio, the Professor plied his companion with questions. The youthful musician’s story was simple. “I am Paul Revierre”, he said. “My father was a great composer, but he