New Bedford High School - Crimson Log Yearbook (New Bedford, MA)

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CLASS ODE Alma Mater, before thy wide portals What visions of promise extend: Life beckons us into the future, Away from our earliest friend. How serene and yet firm was thy counsel ; What faith and what trust have been thine: Accept now the grateful devotion We offer before thy loved shrine. Through all the long years that shall part us, When far from thy bounds we shall roam, The thoughts of thy care shall still linger With fond recollections of home. Make us worthy, O dear foster mother; May the lamp of our love keep still bright ; And, true to the aim thou hast taught us, We'll ever ‘‘Aim Higher’’ for right. ROSE T. O'BRIAN: 26

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CLASS PROPHECY When it fell to me to write the class prophecy, I said to myself ‘“What an easy job!’’ But I have found that to think up occupations for fifty-seven classmates is harder than it seems. Finally I decided to have a rich feast before going to bed and see what would happen. So | ate a mince pie, three large pickles, caramels and a few other things, and this is what I dreamed. Suddenly I saw before me the figure of an old man. He had a long white beard, was dressed in flowing robes and carried a scythe. He led me into a large hall where I saw seated upon thrones the famous poets of the ages. There sat Homer, Virgil, Shakespeare, Milton, Bryant, Long- fellow, Tennyson, A. Clifford Hawes, poet laureate of New Bedford, and Joseph Dutra, his understudy. I fell upon my knees, exclaiming, ‘‘ What am I that I should be brought into the presence of these great immortal bards?’’ He raised me gently and handing me a pair of magic glasses, he said: ‘‘When you have written of the vision which you will see through these glasses, and your work has been published in the New Bedford ‘Standard,’ you will feel perfectly at home in this distinguished company.’ The vision which I beheld is written below: Our friend McCullough has become a famous politician And now at last has satisfied his favorite ambition; He’s been the mayor of old N. B. for twenty-seven years, He managed city business well in spite of rivals’ jeers. The prohibition law’s in force and no one dares drink rum, Instead of drinking beer or ale, the people now chew gum; So Ida Weinstein keeps a store where chewing gum is sold, She’s getting wonderfully rich, just hauling in the gold. And Bill Viera has a shop where lemonade’s for sale For people still demand a drink, altho it isn’t ale. Since woman suffrage, too, has come, the women all can vote, They’ve stolen all the jobs of men, and man is now the goat. A. Borden is a traffic cop, and stands out in the street, She makes the jitneys go around, and not run o’er her feet. Miss Daniels and Miss Anna Wilde run an electric train, Small Emily collects the fares, and Anna’s the motorma’am. Now Olive R. and Elsie P. both live in old New York, They ride all day in limousines and never have to walk. They both have changed since leaving school, for now they never work. While all their classmates loafed along, these two refused to shirk. Miss Brownell and Miss Sheehan, too, have married millionaires, They ’re now in high society and put on many airs. A humorist of great renown is now our Stetson Baylies, His novels are replete with wit, altho his health so frail is. The histrionie Lillian now treads the tragic boards, Her atmosphere is one of death and sounds of clashing swords, The villain drags her round the stage, he grabs her by the hair, 21