Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

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Who ' s Who Among the Classes 1919 President, William F. Maguire Vice President, Ida M. Low Secretary, Margaret Anderson Treasurer, Leo F. Douglass Ex. Committee Member, Oliver W. How- land, Jr. 1920 President, John Reid Vice President, Frances Vincent Secretary, Margaret Hurley Treasurer, Earnest Frizzell Ex. Committee Member, Wilbur Batten 1921 President, Charles Carr Vice President, James J. Low Secretary, Kathleen Loughlin Treasurer, Harold Teakle 1922 President, Fred Grant Vice President, Selena Kalaher Secretary, Margaret Bucknam Treasurer, Margaret Corbet Some Seniors as Room I Knows Them F. Maguire: Mack — Our President. Now, Maguire ! 0. Rowland: Butts — The man of af- fairs. M. Anderson: Peg — Our Secretary. Peg of our hearts L. Douglass: Doug. Football captain. Champion of the standing broad grin. M. Kelly: One of the twins. — Still waters run deep. R. Reid: Balphie Dear, — No, that settles it. I said ' No ' ! D. Woodman: Dot — This high school is so slow! L Low: There ' s no reason why we can ' t do it! K. Kelly: Another twin. — She ' d like to exchange the Exchange. R. Batten: Track captain. — He doesn ' t say much, but oh my! M. McLeod: The hours I spent in study are as a string of pearls to me. D. Prescott: Dot. - Learning, the pearl beyond price. G. Clemons: Maynard. — I never let my studies interefere with my school life. M. Duggan: Marg. — Arma virumque cano! She loves Virgil. R. Butler: Seemingly meek, but oh my goodness! M. Heath: She ' s seen but seldom heard. A. Doyle: Al — She loves football. N ' est-ce-pas? 0. Bouve: Does the moon shine? Ask Olive! H. Achorn: The class live-wire, the pet of the Lab. Second the motion, Howard. H. Hanson: Why roll your r ' s in Room 15? D. Perley: Our artist. — We wonder why she takes Spanish? H. Phillips: She ' s never alone in the bus. A. Burrage: Giggles. — They ' re con- tagious. H. Wilder: The doortender in Spanish IV. L. Brown: We saw her blushes come and go . . . L. Lof Strom : Lil. — Possessed with many smiles and sunny locks. L. Blake: There are smiles, — that make us happy — C. Doyle: Doylie. K-K-K-Katy! Give me liberty or give me death! F. Gove: He ' s from Lynnfield — Some place! J. Gilson: He ' s learned to blush! Pearson: History IV ' s politician. Antunes: And when I speak, let no dog bark! — A Seenyor. Punctuate It A funny old man told this to me I fell in a snowdrift in June said he I went to a ballgame out in the sea I saw a jelly fish float up in a tree I found some gum in a cup of tea I stirred my milk with a big brass key I opened my door on my bended knee I beg your pardon for this said he But ' tis true when told as it ought to be ' Tis a puzzle in punctuation you see. — Ruth F. Butler, ' 19.

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only, wished to study Greek, he should have the opportunity, and this rule he never changed. One secret of Mr. Howe ' s success was his intimate knowledge of and affection for the community in which he lived. He kept his finger, as it were, in the pulse of public opinion, and so far as he thought right he conformed to it, but if he felt that public opinion was wrong, he dared to disregard it. He showed so much kind- ness and good sense, however, in his oppo- sition to the opinions of others that in most cases he won the respect of those who were opposed to him in matters of thought and policy. One of the most difficult tasks Mr. Howe had to perform was the selection of teach- ers. Owing to the small salaries paid by the town, he was often forced to select young and inexperienced teachers; but he was quick to recognize ability, and the showy, self-seeking teacher seldom found favor in his sight. Under his wise guid- ance the young teacher soon gained her ex- perience, and all too often left after a few years of service for a larger school at an increased salary. This frequent change in the teaching force made the administration of the school at times very difficult. But Mr. Howe never complained. He used often to say that the Wakefield High School was a training school for teachers, and he was proud of the fact that his teachers were sought by educators from all parts of the State. Such loyalty on the part of the principal won the lasting respect and de- votion of all who were associated with him in school work; and during his entire term of service no disagreement between prin- cipal and teachers ever arose that was not quickly and pleasantly settled. The boys and girls, however, held the largest place in his affections. Their wel- fare was his chief care, to serve them was his highest pleasure. Within the walls of the old High School all were welcomed alike irrespective of race or creed, and he worked untiringly to develop the best in each. Many a boy can look back to quiet talks with Mr. Howe in his office, when subjects far removed from the school cur- riculum were discussed. Little did he dream at the time that he was skilfully be- ing taught the worth of an education and that ambitions were being aroused that would lead to worthy achievement. To Mr. Howe belongs that best of all tributes — he was a good man and he lived a good life. His unassuming, yet strong influence, like the delicate golden thread in the wonderful cloth of gold, was woven into the very warp and woof of our com- munity life. Who shall say in what deeds of unselfishness it shall find its ultimate fruition? Elizabeth Frances Ingram. iK K ifi Mi ' i 7i ' 7R 7t 7f The Debater Knows: That 1919 is the best Senior Class at W. H. S. That certain members of the gentler sex seem anxious to participate in the football fray. What about it, girls? That, considering its many handicaps, we had a good football team. That Captain Ray Batten is some ath- lete. That its m ghty proud of Jim Brown, our classmate, just back from over there. That some of the Senior girls looked well in ribbons, and some looked like — ! That it takes Senior colors to make a Junior Party a success. The Debater would like to know: — What folks have against the Senior Class. What happened to the Sophomore Party. When we ' re going to have another track meet in Room I. What Miss G — and Mac talk about, Monday, 3rd period. (Room I.) What the Seniors think of rhetoricals. At the W. H. S. White House, 1918 — 1919 President: W. F. Maguire. First Lady of the Land: Not yet known. (Confer with Medford.) President ' s Cabinet: 0. Rowland, R. Batten, R. Reid, L. Douglass, M. Neiss, M. Kelly, M. Sawyer, M. Anderson, 1. Low. Events of the Social Season: Senior Party, Nov. 27, 1918 Officers ' Party, Dec. 27, 1918 Reception, June, 1919 Military Department: Commander-in- Chief of the Army, C. J. Doyle. Grand Review and Prize Drill, May, 1919 Secretary of State.

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LIEUT. JAMES G. BROWN W. H. S. ' 19 FORMERLY OF TWENTY-SIXTH DIVISION A. E. F. IN FRANCE Sributp of tl)p GIlaB0 of 1 9 1 9 Oh, — lots of things have happened in the Oh, — he ' s back from all the horror, all the year just past, deadly battle harm Little things that pass away, — big things He came back a little older, with a wound that last stripe on his arm But now the War is over, and the Game ' s And of all the boys who volunteered and been won, went out from our town We can ' t help feeling prouder for the part There ' s only one we claim our own, — and we ' ve done. he ' s Jim Brown. Oh, — we don ' t know how to say it, — but Oh they lecture and they lecture on our we ' ve missed him so studies and our school, We were only Sophs in high school when They tell us not to while away the hours we saw him go, and fool But now that we are Seniors, — we ' ve a joy But what really set us thinking, and made that ' s all our own us settle down For we never can forget the day Jim Brown Was his coming back to school again, our came home. soldier boy, Jim Brown. Oh, there are not words in which to say the things we feel He stood the test and proved himself as true steel Are we proud? You bet we are! of all the boys in town, — But Seniors, — here ' s three cheers, for he ' s our own Jim Brown!