Norton High School - Sojourn Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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X ORTON HIGH SCHOOL forward with a pleasant smile hut Karl Paddock. Bere ho is, pursu- ing liis ice cream business as usual. We talk awhile about our mutual acquaintances, and then I go to keep my appointment, where the signing of my name assures me success on the stage for the next four years. Then descending the stairs of the office building-, I make my way to the Poet ' s Corner of Westminster Abbey where, in the quiet of the afternoon, I think over the wonderful fulfillment of the youthful ambitions of my classmates. And with these reflections comes the remembrance of the place where I first met them - Norton High School — whereupon I draw from my pocket my check book and write a check for five thousand dollars. I determine that I will straightway send it to that honorable institution, so that it may continue more easily to lay the foundation of learning for other boys and girls. E. Florence Nvgrex.

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X O k T O N H IGH SCII O O L face, Neil Burgess. Ah, he must be a chemist now, I murmur. He always was addicted to acids and things. My gracious, what a noise, what a crowd! Al), the state-house. Who is that tall figure on the platform, waving its arms and shouting, ' Give me liberty or give me death? ' Patrick Henry? No, Arthur Ross, a great statesman. Thump, bang! I awake with a start! What was that? Seven o ' clock. I shall have barely time to dress for my appointment with Marion and Wilfrid. Two days later we land in England, and I bid farewell to my two friends and depart, promising to see them again soon. I call a taxi and am about to get in, when a pleasant voice says, Let me assist you, and I look up into the smiling face of dear old Buster Fales. Buster, is it really you? I cry, clasping his hand warmly. We arrive at my hotel and it seems that he is registering there, too, so that makes things more interesting. He tells me later that he is a lawyer now and has come to London to work on an interesting- case. Our mutual friend, Wilfrid Yelle, who, by the way, is leading- man in the movies, is being defrauded of fifty thousand dollars by his manager, so Buster has come to put his affairs to rights. I have an appointment with my manager the next morning, so F decide that I will go to have my hair waved. I look up a famous masseuse and make my way to her salon. I enter and put myself in the hands of a charming person dressed in black and white. When T am ready to leave, I nearly collide with a very business-like person who is rushing in the door like a whirlwind. She looks familiar hut 1 cannot place her exactly. Hello, Flo, she cries as she sees me. Helen! I shout. Sorry I haven ' t time to talk, she says, but I have an engage- ment at four-thirty, and it ' s nearly that now, and I must get my hair waved before I meet Mr. Peck. Mr. Peck? I ask. ' k Yes, of Peck Peck, of New York. I am an interior decorator now, you know, and I am going to do their whole store. Marvelous, I gasp. Well, good-bye, see you later, and I go out to the street. I look into a window as I am passing by, and see some very inviting ice cream tables and things. 1 think I will eider and refresh myself after my recent excitement, so T do. As I sit down, who should come Page twenty-four

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NORTON H I G H SCH 0.0 L CLASS HISTORY CLASS History — what does it mean to me? II seems like an extended voyage begun on September 6, 1921, and ending- June 26, 1925, and for that reason I shall consider it in the light of a traveler who has preserved a careful account of himself and his associates on that remarkable journey. It was the sixth day of September, 1921, a calm, peaceful autumn day, radiant with the sunshine of hope, cheer, and joyous promise, that the good ship Norton High School stood at anchor at the wharf of a new school year. It was the same old ship that had carried many passengers to a safe harbor in the ' ' Land of Great Wisdom. Early in the morning of that eventful day the passengers began to arrive and as I was the first to be enrolled on the list of passengers, to me was entrusted the task of writing the log of the voyage. I had hardly written my own signature upon the ship ' s register when a companion joined me who was no other than Hazel L ' Amoureux who had sailed with me among the Islands of Smaller Learnings, and who I was glad to learn was going to join us on this larger voyage. We were both congratulating ourselves upon longer companionship when we turned to greet a third comer who was placing his name on the list. We had heard of Paul Runge before and had known of his many pranks, so while we knew he was not very fond of study, we were sure his jolly nature would brighten for us many an otherwise gloomy hour. In a short time all the passengers arrived and being naturally very curious we asked many questions of our new captain, Mr. Randall, and his officers, Miss CafTrey, Miss Oil ace, and Miss Whitmore whom we ' all learned to admire and respect. During the first morning we were told that we had four seas to cross before our journey ' s end and that we had entered upon the first one — The Freshman Sea. For that year we chose the following to lead us: President, Alfred Hewins and Vice-President, William Fales. Owing to obedience and conscientious study the Freshman Sea was passed over easily and in an unbelievably short time we received our passports for the Sophomore Sea. However, some of our members decided to leave the crew and settle on the islands of the First Sea or go in another direction. It was during this part of our expedition that we noticed the silence of Howard Sweet, perhaps due to his interest in Mathematics which requires quietness, and also the reti- Page twenty-six