Templeton High School - Class Book Yearbook (Baldwinville, MA)

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28 TEMPLETON ' THE SOUNDS OF NIGHT The dusk was softly falling The birds had ceased their calling The moon was swiftly climbing High up into the sky Then out came the owls for their evening meal Awakening the world with their shrleks and squeals As the moon climbed higher and higher. E. L. '34 THE LI'I'I'LE OLD FLIVVER Apologies to Eugene Field The little old ilivver is covered with dust Where in the shed it stands: The little old hom is hoarse with rust And it's forgotten by human hands. Time was when the little old Ford was new, And the horn was passing fair, And that was the time when last it blew, And still it's standing there! Now there you'll stay 'til you're sold, I said And you won't make any noise. So, skipping olT to the new car shed I took a ride with the boys. And to express our joy we sang a song As up the hills we flew Oh, the miles are many and the miles are long But still that car looks new. Ay, faithful to me that little Ford stands, Still in the same old place. Awaiting the touch of the mechanic's hands Or the smile of a junk man's face: And I wonder as waiting the long night through In the dust of this rickety chair, Oh, what will happen when the bills are due And I've not a cent to spare. L. K. P. '31 SMILE Just think when you are lonely That your smiles are not in vain, So smile my dear when the sun shines, And smile when e'er it rains. And every time you feel blue-smile, You'll flnd lt worth your while. How can you be gay On any sort of day If you forget to smile? So smile, just smile You'll fmd it worth your while. If you wear a face Wreathed in smiles every day You'll find your place, No matter what the way. A SUMMER TWILIGHT The gathering shadows were hurrying by, As the sun sank slowly in crlmsoned skies, The stars sparkled forth, ln a silvery light And the old moon glimmered all thru' the long night. The whippoorwill's song rang loud and clear, And the chorus of frogs in the swamp sounded queer, And I heard in the distance a mournful cry, That ended in a sad and trailing sigh. The nodding daisies felt the falling dew, And the breeze of the wind as it softly blew. And the streamlet that murmurs a dreamy ' tune, Made rippling waves in the light of the moon. S. P. '34 NIGHT IN BALDWIN SVILLE Here we have no ordinary nights: Darkness sklms forward drenched in power And wheeling mysteriously Hurls blackness like awhlrllng dervish Conjurs heathen prayers. Graveyards grow dejected tombstones That lean askew, Letting a cold moon shine slantingly upon them. Cottages chlselled out of the sky- Stark and strong With blurs of white chimney smoke Inert and ghostly- As though pins had fastened them to die, Stare solemnly at the stars as if- To guard their secrets From the prying eyes of night. D. P. C. '31 INDIAN SUMMER Golden sunset moulds the earth, Woodland blessed with shaded gownsg- Shades of sadness, wisdom, mirth Caught in webs of autumn mounds. Winds of autumn fling the leaves From the woodlands shaded SOWIISL- Sunset floods the earth and trees f Evening calls the straying hounds. I. I. A. '31 HISTORY I hate to study history, I oft complain to mother.. To me, it is a mystery But not so to my brother. My brother he would just enjoy A tale of brutal fighting, For he is all that is a boy With love for arms and knighting. I. I. A. '31

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TEMPLETON TEMPTER, 27 The butlers, Olavl Oja and Warren McCril- lis, though mentioned last are not least. They played the part without even a grin. It was not only an unusual play but one deep and difficult to be produced with ease by amateurs. The wonderful manner in which it was presented reflects largely on the hard and tireless work of a most perfect coach. Roger and Lahja, you were perfect lovers. Dot -Watch out for your foot next time. Bick -You chew gum to perfection. Annie-You were divine. Art 8z Dot -You deserve a gold medal. Fremont-Lend us your derby and easy manner. Warren Sa Olavi-You are engaged to wait on T. H. S. for life. I will close hoping this article has done justice to the perfect production of So This Is London. I congratulate you, Class of 1931! Almuna. What Would Happen lf: Genevieve was a coin instead of a Duquette. Marie was Quiet instead of a Wigler. Irene was a Martel instead of a Burpee. Elizabeth was a Poorman instead of a Rich- mond. Gerald was Dead instead of Bourn. Bartlett was a Skipper instead of a Stuart. Dorothy was a Redstone instead of a Green- wood. Florence was a Carter instead of a Wheeler Marion was a Mason instead of a Carpen- ter. ' Juliette was a Waitress instead of a Butler. Everyone had A in conduct. ' Ida Karols missed school. Rollen Woodbury came down from his stilts. Richard O'Brlen didn't have freckles and Donald Walton did. Lody Koldys Wasn't with Seniors and Mary Rota Was. Alice O'Brien was a blond and Stella Stone a redhead. Henry Denis as jumping center on our foot- ball team. Ellen Nykanen flunked an exam. Veikko Matilainen was seen courting a girl. Bernice was short, fat, and funny. Dibby didn't go up the Y Winchendon road every morning. The school called Mr. Stinson Dad instead of Pop. Betty Saunders got to school at 8 o'clock. Winifred Parker got to bed early. Ruth Pierce should become bashful. The Gautreaus would stop laughing. DID YOU KNOW Among the list of slangy expressions re- turning to Templeton High School is one, Oh My Cow. It reoriginated when two girls of the basketball team returned from Gardner with a farmer who has a small dairy ffarml business. The effects of this odorous ride were serious to those two individuals causing a slight illness. Rather white and wretched, the girls dressed for a game that evening, with no supper and minus some previous meal. But with the remaining members to cheer them on by shouting, Oh My Cow they Won a decided victory, which proves that nature's healthy odors have some effect on athletes. E. T. '32 I NEVER KNEW I never knew that Lincoln was famous, That the French call their women Ma- dame I ' And that' Great Napoleon crowned himself, At the famous Notre Dame. I never knew and never dreamed, Dolly Madison in her day was the fairest: ,And that Lindbergh married the only one, Because to millions she Was an heiress. I never knew and above all things Would you ever think they would execute kings! Well, they did in France sometime ago, I know it's true 'cause they've told us so. Louis XVI was the unfortunate one, And his wife Marie Antoinette. Now here and there I hear people say, I'm glad Massachusetts is 'Wet'. Disraeli at one time was Eng1and's prime minister, He wore a red bow on each shoe. He replied to many of Gladstone's speeches, Another I never knew . Here and there I gather slowly but surely The things that I never knew. And I know some day, Ifll be proud to Say. The things I don't know are few. . K. A. G. '31 MY POEM Iam not so very big, So I haven't much to say.- But I do wish you all, . A happy Graduation Day. By M. J. K. '34

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TEMPLETON TEMPTER 29 :lust Imagine Berthe Garant on her way to school-alone. Dot Cochran not being spoken to for one period by Miss Stinson. Back hall empty at noon and recess. Walton not smiling. Miss -Koldys-alone. Miss Stinson dismissing room 7 immediately. Brook not wandering around for one period. Peabody getting to school on time at noon for a week. Iva hating the boys. Mr. Stinson with steel plugs in his heels. Miss Giles saying, Come on there youse guys sit down and stay there. Luther Coleman looking serious. Alice Adams thru' a magnifying glass. Miss Guard not kidding Tourtellot. T. H. S. girls and boys all wearing rubber heels. The girls basketball team next year and of course the boys. Roger Brook untldy. Olavi. Oja captain of a football team at No- tre Dame. Miss Stinson giving passes to the library. Arthur Hawkes as the tovcm shlek. Ruth Pierce not complaining about assign- ments. Henry Peabody racing 90 yards for a touch- down. A chance to get near one of the radiators ln school. No one late or absent. The school nurse not interrupting exams. Berthe Garant talking back to the teach- ers and L. Graves and Bicknell not. Winifred Parker not borrowing nickels and having her books closed in a test.- Dobson leaving the mules alone. MacLeod wearing No. 2's. Anna Yurkus minus her giggle. Brook with a senior girl. Elma Santa changing a blow out. Paul Pease singing love songs. Enid Spaulding lonesome. C. Bicknell without an answer. Stephen Rafla getting acquainted. Donald Ketunian surrounded by flappers. B. Smith keeping his eyes straight ahead 4th period. The right one getting the blame 6th period. Having heat in Room 7 on a cold day. Henry Denis a slx-footer. GOSSIP A little flame that rapidly spreads but soon dies, leaving a scar on someone. I. I. A. '31 To Whom it Ought to Concern People are always talking about Safety First. But how many people really practice what they preach? Not very many. The town of Baldwinsvllle ought to wake up to the fact that the lives of many school children are en- dangered while crossing the streets at the Narrangansett House corner and at the cor- ner of Maple and South Main streets. For many years there have been no mis- fortunes-no lives lost. But there is always the first-and who knows when it may hap- pen, and whose child it may be? Why not insure the lives of your children and your fu- ture happlness by having someone at those places to help the children cross the streets safely? Why wait until someone is killed be- fore protecting the children at the time of going to and from school at these crossings? Think it over. HOMEWORK The armchair sagged in the middle, The shades were pulled just so: The family had retired And the reading lamp burned low. There came a yawn from the armchair, The clock was half past two. When the Freshman slammed down his textbook, With a thankful, Well, I'm through. G. R. '34 IF WE KNEW If we knew what friends who greet us With a cordial look and tone, And who give us warmest welcome Say about us when we're goneg If we only knew their feelings When perhaps they see us come, Or their joy at our departure Don't you think we'd stay at home? If you only knew the lover Who ln you has met his fate, Tells another that same story Down beside the pasture gateg If you met him walking slowly Through the fields where daisies grow, And you knew where he was going, Don't you think you'd let him go? If you knew the faithful sweetheart Who has sworn she will be true, Swears the same -thing to another, Don't you think that you'd swear too? If you chanced to see her strolling, Bright and gay, and all heart whole With the other in the twilight, Don't you think you'd let her stroll? ' R. Z. '31