Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

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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.

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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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HART ' S HILL AT SUNSET THE MUSIC OF THE SKY Up in the tower upon the hill I sat above the town, In the sunset ' s glow and the twilight ' s hush As the winds stirred the pines and then with a rush Swept over the shimmering lake. Around and afar spread the dark evergreens And the lighter shades of the elm and the oak And the whisper of trees with their var- ious greens Rolled down to the valleys and rose with hills. Curving and winding its snake-like trail The railroad ran to the north, — And a light flashed up — as down the track came the night express That swept along past the lake and was lost in the woods. Then silence followed, and off to the south The lights of Boston twinkled and danced And a bluish column of smoke rose high And faded again in the hues of the sky. Another glance at the lake below, — With its two little islands, silent, still, — With the green on the shcfl-e and the rose in the sky, And again to the north, like a silver mirror. Another lake flashed in the cool twilight Then to the east there were hills and hills All green crowned and cool and dark; And the town itself from where I stood Seemed quiet too, and here and there A light flashed up or died down. Breathless, silent, wonderful, was evening above the town. The sunset, the trees, the lakes, and the breeze And who was there? — Only Nature and I. An auto horn shrieked — then ' twas quiet again, Then a sleepy bird cooed from its nest. The sunset died, and cool night came — And over the town a silence reigned And the stars looked down and the bright moon rose And I watched from the tower on the hill. —I. M. L. ' 19. The stars of heav ' n the choir make. The moon their leader is; In the calm of night When all is still The chorus they begin; They lift the burden from earth ' s arm And by their melodies Keep earth in sleep. — Geeta Palmer ' 22. A SOLILOQUY I ' ve missed a lot of things this year Because of this old flu, Parties, meets, and things like that That any girl you ever knew Would like to see. At first I couldn ' t go about For fear folks with it would be out But then the tables turned, And, to my great surprise I learned I had the flu. But when this horrid thing is done And influenza ' s had its run, I ' m going to have a poster made In colors bright that will not fade And framed and put up on the wall Right in the face and eyes of all: — Beware the Flu! — Ruth Woodbury, ' 20. In an effort to arouse the spirit of poetry, and to locate any possible talent in that line, Miss Elizabeth F. Ingram offered a prize to the winner of the best poem sub- mitted in a contest open to the three up- per classes. There were many verses submitted, which showed an unexpected interest in writing of this sort. The final decisions were made by Mr. Charles H. Howe, then principal. Miss Emily Boody, ' 20, won first prize and honorable mention was given Miss Ida Low, ' 19. Both poems may be found in the Poets ' Corner. They are To the Colors, and Victory Day.