Sharon High School - Marsengold Yearbook (Sharon, MA)

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Sharon High School Tbe lairds Have Come When in the hush of early evening; When the shadows play among the leafy trees, And the sunset’s myriad colors are fading From the clouds — I am sitting by my study window Lost in thought. Then a far-distant roar disturbs me — Like the distant rumble of coming battle, Like the roar of waves upon the golden sand. And I am released from my spell. The roaring now grows louder And I am able to see a black cloud Swirling in my direction like a shroud. Nearer yet and ever nearer Comes the cloud And separates itself. Now with a flutter and a loud whirring They are upon me — The birds have come. G. Wattendorf. Pa e twenty-three

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The Caerulean Virginia Collins You have greatly amused your class by your foolish acting. We know you are capable of furthering this work and becoming a comedienne, therefore, we have secured this contract from Charlie Chaplin, making you his leading lady. Kathryn Collins Has been growing steadily in grace and in wisdom. At the rate you’re going in the business world, you’ll be needing this file for your extensive corre- spondence. The Freshman Class You freshmen have not yet attained the height you desire. This traffic- tower will bring you above the rest of the classes, and you will not miss a thing that goes on. The Sophomore Class After being in the High School for two long years it is time you Sophomores stepped out. Step through this door of Knowledge and keep stepping. The Junior Class You Juniors certainly believe in talking. All your ideas, brilliant and other- wise, were discussed in loud tones in the different classrooms. This Record Book will save your over-worked vocal chords. Witness Mijereof, we have hereunto set our hands and seal this twenty- fourth day of June, nineteen hundred and twenty-six. Signed, sealed, published, and declared by the said Senior Class as, and for their last will and testament in the presence of us who at their request, in their presence, and in the presence of each other, have hereunto subscribed our names as attesting witnesses to said instrument. Kathryn L. Collins. Kenneth Callahan. Page twenty-two

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The Caerulean Class History I N September, 19x2., the class of twenty-six entered the spacious halls of the Sharon High School. Timid and green we were perhaps, but we knew our place, and stayed in it, always striving and groping for some new seed of knowledge (book knowledge of course). We spent our first year studying industriously, as every freshman class does (after that year they know better, having learned all the rules of the game of bluffing). Two weeks after our first appearance, we organized the women’s partv, beat- ing the men’s at the polls, for women were selected as president, as secretary and as treasurer. The class was thus ably managed. The crowning incident of that year was our sleigh ride. We finallv reached Norwood, our goal, amidst showers of snowballs. The first drug store that we saw we entered and proceeded to warm ourselves by eating ice cream. Mr. McGrath and Miss Curley were our chaperons. Oh, don’t be alarmed, Mr. McGrath was a gay young bachelor in those days. To cap the climax of our freshman year, we held a picnic at the lake. Ask about the food! Our Sophomore year was one shining success after another, beginning with our famous presentation of “The Courtship of Miles Standish,’’ in which we first displayed our remarkable talent as actors and actresses and ending with our unequalled co-operation in the song at graduation. It was in our Sophomore year that we realized our importance, as all Sopho- mores do, and what an asset we were to the school. Our members then began to branch out in almost every field open to us. “Babe,” “Awny,” “Rob,” and “Sully” practically made up the boys’ basket-ball team, while Katherine Shel- don and “Deta” were all star players on the girls’ team. “Deta” has always been good in all forms of athletics, especially when it comes to calisthenics of the tongue. Another field was the honor roll which was attained by several members of our class. That was the year Vivian succeeded in vamping A’s out of all the teachers. (Now, we understand she is specializing in child culture.) During the last half of our Sophomore year, our members were inspired to enter the field of poetry, and fine poets we were indeed! One seventh period Miss Curley called for a heroic poem that was being passed around for inspec- tion and criticisms. But, alas, she had no appreciation of true art, for she de- stroyed the paper at once, saying “Report after school at two-ten for disturb- ing the main room.” The girls in the commercial department boasted of being able to typewrite to the time of a phonograph which had recently been installed in Room C, but they had nothing on us. By the end of June we were making perfect circles and squares at the rate of fifty a minute to the tune of ’’Yankee Doodle.” Page twenty-four