South High School - Index Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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EVERETT THOMAS HARROP

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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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CLASS PROPHECY. EVERETT THOMAS HARROP. gym' HE sun shone down on the shining waves and glisten- gz ing sands. I was sitting on the edge of the dock 5: with my feet hanging off and was feeling perfectly happy and self-satisfied, as usual: Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turning, found myself I face to face with my old friend Freddie Munson,-he W of the peaches and cream complexion. As Milton says:- The bloom of rosy innocence Shines out upon his face. And here I might add, with profuse apoligies to Milton:- Uliut if it really does exist That is the only place. Vtlell, anyway, Freddie modestly informed me that his unparal- leled inventive genius and unexcelled mechanical powers had just produced a marvelous creation which he called his submarine In spite of my more vigorous than eloquent protests, Fred insisted that I take a trip in his boat. He assured me it would go down, all right. I told him I didn't doubt it and this hurt his feelings so I had to go, to reinstate myself in his estimation. We climbed into Fred's invention through a little round door in the top. Fred pulled a lever, and down we went. It reminded me of the time I was in the Slater Block elevator with Mildred Duncan and the cable parted at the ninth floor. Darwin's descent of man didn't compare with it at all. Now I'm not a bit seasick when I'm on top of the water but-well, I omit the harrowing details. I was lying with what used to be my head jammed under a seat when the boat grated on something. We put on our raincoats, opened the trap door, and looked around. The shimmering green light glis- tened on a beach of blue pebbles, while on the shore, seated under a tree of coral, was a beautiful mermaid. I immediately decided that I needed some exercise, so I told Fred to wait till I came back and scrambled out. 3 24