Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

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AsHTON H. Thayer DIED IN ST. PETERSBURG, FLORIDA MARCH 24, 1919 MR. THAYER was a member ofthe School Committee for twenty- eight years — from 1885 to 1 91 3. For ten years he served as chair- man, declining further re-eleftion. For fourteen years he was treasurer ofthe committee. He was chairman of the Public Property Committee for many years, giving generously of his time in looking after the buildings and equipment. At all times he was consistently and aggressively a defender of the public school system, and an advocate of all things looking toward its betterment. He was fear- less and out-spoken in his opinions, yet always sympathetic and courteous to those who differed from him. fl Mr. Thayer was a direftor of the Co-operative Bank and a former president of the Historical Society. He was adHvely interested in the First Parish, the Y. M.C. A. and many other organizations in and about Wakefield. In all these affivities his condutt was aftuated by high ideals and worthy motives. His decease is indeed a loss to Wakefield.

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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!

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The Poet ' s Corner THE STATUE OF LIBERTY THE OLD-FASHIONED GARDEN She stands aloft, with torch held high, Her torch, the light of Democracy. She welcomes all from foreign shores To the land of the brave and free. When rosy morning ' s glittering hues, Reflect on the sea and sand. Liberty bids all welcome be To our beloved land. When lengthening shadows and deep ' ning shades Proclaim to the world ' tis night, Radiant she stands, so wanderers may see The path to Justice and Right. ' Twas the gift of France to this country of ours A symbol of our mighty land. Of Liberty, lighting the wanderer ' s way, With a flaming torch in her hand. — Ida Rae Esner ' 22. TO THE COLORS Our flag means more to us today Than e ' er it meant before. It stands for freedom and for right And peace forevermore. See how its folds unfurl today; It waves o ' er land and sea, It waves o ' er boys on homeward voyage Who fought for liberty. Somewhere in No-Man ' s Land it floats Where a mother ' s boy lies dead, Who made for us the sacrifice And suff ered in our stead. ■ et ' s wave that flag, that best of flags. When asked to do our bit And give our cash to help its cause With gladness, zeal and grit. Emjly S. Boody, ' 20. There is something gold cannot buy; The memory of a day gone by, A fairy land of flowers fair. In my old-fashioned garden there. Hollyhocks in a stately row, By pathways of my garden grow, And pansy thoughts of varied hue, And violets of heaven ' s deep blue. No fairy place on land or sea That can surpass my memory. Of my old-fashioned garden fair, A fairy land of flowers there. — Edith Lewis, ' 20. A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R T U V w X, Junior Class Alphabet is for Arnold with talent rare, is for Bird with bright red hair; is for Cummings our football stager, is for Draper the sergeant-major; is for everyone in our class, is for Fay, a sweet little lass; is for Goodwin a Greenwood maiden, is for Hanright with smiles o ' erladen; is for Instance, I might surmise, is for Juniors who win the prize; is for Kirk, very good at speaking, Lally and Leach, the Juniors ' Beacon; for McKie, and her expert ability, is for Nickols, and wireless responsi- bility; is O ' Neil, a scholar in shorthand, is for Peterson with his musical hand; is for Quimby, another bright member, is for Roach whom we always remem- ber; is for Sweetser who comes from a dis- tance, is for Taggart, who gives his assistance ; is for You, reader, do not repent, is for Vincent, our vice-president; is for Wallace, who is not a dreamer Y Z is when our class becomes Senior. Tilly Gersinovitch, ' 20.