Reading Memorial High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Reading, MA)

Page 10 text:

President S Wr , Richard Crooker surpassed by hif perSnal y g affairs , is ° nly two years,—that’s sompth; ' 9,f, ss President for mg noble service as a b„i g ' , V llether perform- line or W hippii X“ b ”l™ rk ° f strength in the same old Dick with a r f.T th .f Pjate, he’s the rite old towji wouldn ' t be the smi e l? 1 everyone. F -gee, hut how’the’girls wi Vice President Helen Roberta Gillis Helen surely has taken the public eye of her ,1 S Sle has held a class offi ee each of her three years here. And who can for”, how lovely she was in the senior nlav? Tn n r Helen will be teaching kiddies their A B C’s Inb’ ably w.th “Rhythm in their Nursery Rhymes.™ Secretary W t: T reasurer Frances Mary Jewett Remember the grand performance that “Pet” Save m the outstanding production of the year the sentor play? And on top of that, she is class ' secretary, one of the first ten, and an eminent contributor to the Pioneer w to travel An- P6t ambit ' °n is •tavel. And tf we know “Pet,” she’ll ge , .here. ■X Lawrence Abbott Cate school 11 Everybodv “ s ' Y eIlest fellahs” in high ‘•Hatfoot” rSe second W fl S oor m th , at -naturfS board hatchway. Class V O Vlanding of the star- urer Pioneer editor debater l! T n V class tr eas- speaker in ’35 m ater su P er b, champ public that’s harry •“ V 5“hn.anager, golf le,tern,an- tniue the outstanding ar May I v arry con- made him one of the most hr V m” en , ,S Which ha ve aTnP gradl, ate from dclr oi’ R H g ■ versatile a moon. o. m many

Page 9 text:

Reading High School 19 3 6 The Pioneer EDITORIALS CONTEMPLATION Tempus fugit. It seems only yesterday that our noble forerunners of the class of ’35 handed us their shoes and said, “If you can fill our shoes, you ' re fortunate indeed, but if you overfill them, get yourselves new pairs.” The answer as to which we did, only our observant teachers can say and they won ' t. And so we dry our pens, refill the ink bottle, and prepare to depart. But first we’d like to see the young fellow who is taking our place. Here, we are repulsed by pessimistic real¬ ism. The list of junior contributors and workers on the Pioneer has been small; sophomore interest in writing seems non-existent. The Pioneer Board this year is composed almost entirely of seniors. We know talent actually exists among you under¬ graduates; so, in the fall, let us look back from the alumni ranks and see that promising talent in¬ stalled in the editorships and writing berths. To our classmates, we pause to wonder. Have you spent the past three years for naught? Do you feel that you can—that you will—return the principal and interest of that three hundred odd dollars which the citizens of this town have in¬ vested in each of you? Have these people chosen a gilt edge investment? Only the future can tell, and we fear to be prognosticators. Our last week of high school is rightly named commencement week, for it is a new life that we commence or enter upon. As we leave the stage, there are three paths which our members may take. Some will go on to college—to gain the finer in¬ stincts of man and to specialize, perhaps, in some one field. For these we have little fear, for if they can make the grade honorably well in college, the outside world will not be unkind to them. The second group have obtained a sufficient founda¬ tion in high school to obtain jobs at once, advance in their work, and make the most of their oppor¬ tunities. For these we have no fear either. But for the last group which has merely been exposed to learning, we pause to pray. Some will not try careers at all; some will try and fail. The greatest challenge to modern youth at work is monoton) of work and discouragement at lack of opportunity. The earnest make their own oppor¬ tunities. Which of the two latter groups will you be in eventuallv? FROM A JUNIOR TO THE SENIORS The wheel of time has slowly rolled around once more, and the hustle and planning of another graduation are apparent on all sides. The point, at which all pupils, students or otherwise, have been aiming since their seemingly remote child¬ hood, has finally been reached by another class. Plans for the future of each and every senior are either completed or are in the process of being finished. Excitement reigns supreme, for the en¬ tire class is keyed up with the hopes, ambitions, and fears concerned with stepping out into the un¬ known. Many must surely look back on the past with happy thoughts and secretly wish to add to them by lengthening their stay a bit. That the modern philosopher is right when he says, “The grass is always greener in the other fellow’s yard” is proven by the envious glances and regretful sighs which we lower-classmen sometimes cast in the direction of those thrice lucky seniors. We have seen these same versatile seniors carry out their customary class activities to an extraor¬ dinarily successful completion. We have watched with extreme envy the hilarious departure of the Senior Class for the white scenes of the annual winter carnival and have listened with wide open ears to the tall tales of fun and sports which they limped back with. The satisfied and contented feeling which comes with a successful athletic year has been largely due to the splendid leadership and fine management of the same untiring upper¬ classmen. Not only did they guide us athletically, but the examples which they have set up scholasti¬ cally and socially have been the inspiration and goal of every junior and sophomore who has had the opportunity to observe their high standards. Now these worthy seniors climb up another and probably the most important rung in the great ladder of life. Some will try their luck in the turmoil of the world’s business department, while others will proceed to universities and colleges to prove their knowledge by the addition of more, and to prepare themselves more fully for the in¬ evitable world of practicality. We who are left behind must spend at least one more year of working and planning, all the while wondering what success those who went be¬ fore us are having. W hatever they may be doing, and wherever they may have gone, they can be sure that our sincere good wishes wi 11 follow for their success always. The highest and noblest hopes we can have for the senior classes in the years to come are that they may live up to the standards and equal the records set up by the Class of 36. Good luck! Lawrence Cate ’36 Russell Bird ’37

Page 11 text:

R. H. S. Class of 1930 Emily Ambrose “Em” has been a faithful chorus girl during her three years m high school, and has wandered through her classes with a smile. Her pet dislike is staying in nights—how do you keep it up, “Em?” Emma Sanborn Ames Though “Sandy” is rather a quiet young lady, her inimitable laugh is ever with those of the sixth period lunch. We all wish her success as a medical secretary, the position she’s hoping for upon graduation from Westbrook College. Her list of activities is a tongue twister—swimming, skating, skiing, and Scouts. That ought to keep her busy, at least. Marion Hatfield Bacheller With a Practical Arts Course behind her, Marion— who is also known as “Mimi”—is entering the North Shore Hospital, where she will specialize in child nurs¬ ing. She enjoys hockey games, English, and an ap¬ peal necessary to her career, children. Bruce Poore Bailey Our “Piccolo Pete” also plays the flute in the band where he forgets his worries over debating. This strong silent man works out his energy in gardens at present, but later plans to specialize in engineering. Mrs. Wiens appreciates hard-working fellows, and so Bruce has been in favor. Merton Barstow Just plain “Mert” to you all; he is famous for his quips, and anything at all is enough to place that cus¬ tomary smile on Mert’s face. We pity Mr. Pope’s Physics class next year for good ol’ Mert will be down at Brown and won’t be on hand to supply the answers before class. Gather round, folks, and shed a tear for Mert’s future littl e woman, ’cause Mert just won’t have time for home between earning his million dollars and going to the various clubs, which will grow out of the present Hi-Y and DeMolay. Audrey Elaine Batchelder If it isn’t “Batch” herself, the gal with the dreamy eyes! And did you see the fine job she did in the senior play as a carefree college girl—but “carefree” is her motto in this weary life. “Batch” is heading for Chandler; we know that she will go places, for she has what it takes. Charlotte Reed Bates Charlotte quietly travels back and forth from the junior high school to high school while we regret that we do not have a better chance to become acquainted with her. She intends to go to Fanny Farmer’s Cook¬ ing School to become a dietitian. Charlotte’s favorite sport is swimming. Her pet aversion ? Home work. Olive Winslow Bates Meet Tedo, a letter-girl to he sure! What a mean racquet she swings! From her remarks she means to learn to swing a rolling pin, too—And there are num¬ bers of the opposite sex who would gladly stand the abuse from this blonde Venus.