South High School - Index Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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I feel sure that everyone of our class feels grateful for certain bits of knowledge picked up during our sojourn here. No one of us will ever forget what a Hjiggeri' is, for instanceg or that it is not beneficial for the health of the pupils to have rhetoricals more than twice a year, or that if you take a regular polygon out of a circle and sit on it, it will no longer be a regular polygon. I will not say that everyone knows just where to find the most comfortable cosy corners to be used at recess, but I can safely say that this know- ledge can easily be gained by inquiring of a certain group of six, counted by twos. The umbrella racks seem to have first choice pro- vided, of course, that there are no umbrellas to impede progress. After our four years of wondering we feel that our Odyssey would be interesting to the most casual reader. We have safely passed by the Scylla of Latin Composition and the Charybdis of Buel1lerg we have stuffed our ears with the wax of resolution to resist the alluring charm of the Sirens of distracting pleasures: we have overcome the giant Cyclops of geometry and physics, we have bathed in the waters of Lethe and thereby have forgotten all the pains and tribulations that have beset us, remembering only the en- joyable and profitable features of our voyage. We have listened to the voice of the oracle of D warnings and now, having steered a straight course through all the many dangers, we have at length arrived at the great port of accomplished tasks and have found our reward. As we separate after our journey together we shall all remember with great pleasure the pleasant days we have spent together in the South High School where we have endeavored to uphold the honor of the illustrious Class of 19o8. 22

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Albert Norris' voice could be heard soaring above all the others in a perfect ectasy of emotion. Tears rolled down the cheeks of many of his auditors. Of all sad words of tongue or pen The saddest are these : 'It might have been.' sang the Seniors after the 1908 Glass Games. The girls did their best to stir up the boys to do something, but it was hopeless. They preferred to stand on street corners rather than to train at the Oval. What they lacked in brains they did not make up in athletics. However, all praise is due to the few who did enter the lists. A few of our members have set themselves up as authorities on certain subjects. For instance, if anything wants to be known con- cerning the art of fussing, everyone knows that George Dixon is past master in that. Frank Plaisted has attained reputation as a hair dresser. He can arrange anyone's back hair so that not a single lock will fall down. George Deveneau is perhaps the only fellow in our class who has attained fame for not being attracted by card-playing or dancing. He can discourse beautifully on the terrible sin of both. At present he is delivering lectures on these subjects to Madge Forsyth. Selig has the envied position of being the best bluffer in school, or rather in the Senior Class. Never were there such sight transla- tions given in the history of the school as those rendered by him in Vergil and in French. Here I feel compelled to hand down to posterity the following portentous event. It was a beautiful spring day, May 14, 1908, A. D. I was leisurely walking down Main street, when my glance was riveted upon a touching sight. A blushing youth and maiden -I need not tell you that it was Everett Harrop and Grace Davis- were just emerging from a jewelry store. I was puzzled then and am puzzled now to know why they were in a jewelry store. This is not the first time that Everett and Grace have puzzled people's brains. How we all do pity the classes in coming years who won't have this couple to afford them touching tableaux. But I suppose every class has its Everetts and its Graces to act little romances for its beneht. 21

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EVERETT THOMAS HARROP