Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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y, .L, .U .LJ .L, .Q .L, .U .lj .U .D .L, .L, .. , .L, .L, .L, .., 9 'sygf'c5144-5sf:eye','sJ,'cv,'e-','Q,'Q+'i1,'fv,' Class Prophecy EDWARD IT WAS April the sixth in the year 1980 when several snowy-haired old patriarchs, relics of the Great War of 1914, were gathered together for the purpose of holding High Jinks and ex- changing reminiscences. I was a mem- ber of that antiquated assemblage. After the inner man had been satis- fied, the chairs were pushed back and a thick pall of smoke hung low over the room, broken onlyuhere and there by the sharp flare of a match, lighting up some wrinkled old face. The talk had drifted back to our younger days, and we is ere wondering what had become of some of our old classmates. A little weazened, dried up fellow by the name of Roberts, puffing away at a big, black cigar, asked me if I re- membered that furlough we had had back in the army days when we met so many of our old classmates. You bet I do, I replied. Then as most of the veterans pres- ent had been members of the class of 1918, they urged me to teil the story of our furlough. There was no escape, so I began. It was back in 1930, nve years after the All-Highest Gott Mit Uns had been captured and boiled alive by the Yanks. The Allies were but twenty miles from Berlin and I was doing duty in the front line trenches. The day before my furlough began, I was stand- ing at my post when I espied several grenades coming from the general di- rection of Berlin and heading toward the vicinity of Yours Truly. I dived for a dugout and landed sprawling on a weary soldier, breaking up a rat con- vention and disturbing the rest of the above mentioned Yank, Then he arose and in a few, well-chosen, vitri- .., - HAMILL olic words, suggested that I seek a warmer climate. When I heard those familiar, blood- thirsty adjectives, I knew who my 'Yank was. It was Jack Roberts, just as small as ever. What did you think had hit you? I asked him. Oh, I thought it was a new rat fam- ily moving in, he replied. Then he asked if the big drive was over and when l told him it was, he suggested that we go out. Since l had come over before him, I asked about some of our old friends. I-Ie declared the only ones he knew anything-about were Ned Robichaud and Herb French. Ned had been City Engineer for a while, but then he formed a company with a fellow by the name of Guinan, and when last heard from, was touring the country. Herb had gone from bad to worse. He and Charlie Bond had started for Texas at the close of school. Charlie had good intentions, but he never got Herb any farther south than Atlantic Ave. . Jack said he was due for a fur- lough beginning the next day, so we agreed to join forces. We decided to stop a few days in Paris and then spend several days in America. That suited Jack, for time was about the only thing he ever did spend. The- following morning our regiment was relieved and we were cheering up the new set of victims. We informed them that this was the busiest sector in France, under constant shellfire, the Happy Hunting Grounds of all rats and gave them many other interesting items. They replied that they were not worrying as they had the two best bomb throwers in France. Thereupon N..x...x..x,,g..,g..,s.,X..c..,x..,s.., .N .,, .K .1 .., G 5. 'Ff .4s?.'f-?.'3 .'r?.'f-9. LJ E:

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QL'64'S2452'Q,'cU,'if,'Q,'i1,'iw9'Q','Q','Q','yfL' 'Q-','s,,U VALEDICTORY 4 ebeffss, Page Seven scriptions to the three Liberty Loans, all of which h-ave been issued in our first year of war. Does not this one fact prove, conclusively, that we have awakened to the thought of service, and that the motto of this little class of ours is rapidly becoming the motto of our nation. ' We are simply High school graduates, ready and waiting for the new work before us. Vlfitli our entrance into the school, this war began. We earnestly hope that it may end before another graduation. In a few moments, we shall receive our diplomas, and the class of 1919 will be Seniors, while the class of 1918 will pass out of the High school. And what ideals can we carry with us to help in later years? Let each of us make the supreme effort in the service best adapted to his ability and training, whether at home or abroad. Let each of us always keep uppermost the thought of patriotism, and the deep resolve to be of service to mankind- Not for Ourselves, but for others. I can think of no more Fitting words with which to close than those of Abraham Lincoln: With malice to- ward noneg with charity for allg with firmness in the right, as Ood gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are ing to bind up the nation's wounds: to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan-to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and a lasting peace among ourselves, and with all nations. Class Officers SENIOR CLASS EUGENE POWERS, Presidelzt ISABELLE DAUNCEY, Vice-Pres. EDNA OLIVER, See. and Treas. ALBERT BENT, I-1 uditor JUNIOR CLASS HERBERT STARR, President HELEN SMITH, Vice-Pres. HILVE BORGER, Sec. and Treas. EDWARD CURRY, Auditor SOPHOMORE CLASS WALDO MILLER, President JOSEPHINE COLON, Vice Pres. Sec. and Treas. FRANCIS TURNER, Auditor .,,...,..x..c..-.-,.N.-c..-,..-.,-.-c..c-.-c..-c.. 'r?.7?.'F?.'fT.'r1N.'FT.'f?.'r?.'f?.'r?.'f9.' f?.4 1?.'F?.'-'?.4T.'f?.'-5. Q .,.,.-,x.., .. .. .. .U .Q .U .LJ .U .U .U .U .U .U .U .U .U .U .U ,N,. ... N. E,.'P.,.'E,,fS.,.fE,fP.,.'P..fS..fb.,fE...'E..fS..fE.4E,,'E,.'

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