Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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106 THE MIRROR est boys reverted to former days and appeared in Buster Brown collars and flowing ties. The two biggest wheeled the third member of the trio down lVIoody street to the school, in a baby's perambulator. How sweetly innocent and infantile the youngest of the trio seemed, with his bouquet of flowers for teacher, and his little sailor hat! Then Roland Lenaerts drove his wonderful jitney to school for the last time, and we put away our books for the sum- mer. Vacation went only too swiftly, and we met on the steps of the High School last September with the dignity of staid and serious seniors. XVith the ease of fixed habit we settled down to our last year of High School with no loss of time, determined to make the most of what remained of our school life. Qurlpresident and vice-president were re-elected and the other of- ficers chosen in true parliamentary fashion. The class games furnished the only football for us this year, but for the first time in its history, 1919's team won the championship of the school. lVIaybe it was the waving feather in lXfIr. Lindberg's hat that changed our luck! lklilitary drill took the place of gym work this year and under the guidance of lwr. Goodrich the boys were initiated into the mys- teries of corporals and top-sergeants, squads and companies, setting up drill and signaling, commonly and aptly called wig-wagging. The drill is a very good thing, in its way, but it is to be hoped that next year Waltham will have a football team that will not rival an onion as a tear producer, when it really should be a reason and an excuse for cheers and un- musical school songs. November 11 was the most remarkable day of our whole school career. For once, calm, composed, conservative VValtham was fairly wild with joy. No Fourth of July was ever like Armistice Day. Informal parades roamed the streets from early morning till late even- ing, with all kinds of noise-producing instru- ments, from the dishpan borrowed by little son without mother,s permission to the musical claxon of the big automobile. Boys started to school and ended by joining someone's parade: while the faithful few who actually went to school were amply rewarded by being dis- missed almost at once. In the evening the whole town united in a single tremendous line of march, and the High School was one of the units. It was a day of proud rejoicing after a year and a half of fearful war. The Senior Dance, just after the Armistice, was a brilliant affair and for the first. time in nearly two years the High School girls ap- peared in nne feathers and glad raiment. Much of the success of our socials has depended on 'our hard working committees and we appre- ciate our good fortune inhaving such efficient chairmen. Un the day of our return from the Christ- mas vacation, the whole class was shocked and grieved to learn that one classmate would nev- er return with us again. Elsie Frye, probably one of the most talented girls of the school, loved and respected by teachers and scholars alike, had gone on. Editor of the Mirror, she had just completed the first issue, the only one which came out under her direction. Not until she had gone did we realize what it meant to see empty the place of one who rare- ly was absent from school even for a day. It was for ourselves, and not for her, that we grieved, for we knew that she had gone with no fear in her heart. In February lXfIr. Boyd gave his annual en- tertainment, this year a home-coming recep- tion to the boys of VValtham,High who have returned from the Great Adventure. The one act play, given by lNIiss Caldwell and Mr. Dwinell, was a horrible and discouraging warning of the possible Hooverism in store for us in the future. A short time ago the Senior class held a so- cial, a character party. By some unknown pro- cess, even the boys were persuaded to dress upl' this time, and the social was a credit to the class. Unly one lamentable accident marred the evening, lXfIr. Burke appeared with band- aged throat and hands the next Monday, be- cause the flash-light powder, with which he was about to take a picture of the party, had exploded. The Senior Play Committee had decided on Charlie's Aunt as 1919's contribution to Waltliam High's reputation for really good plays. The cast was chosen and ' splendidly coached by Miss Tibbets. Mr. Larkin ap- peared in a totally new but captivating role. He was Charlie's aunt from Brazil, where the nuts come from, you know -until the real aunt appeared. A better cast couldn't have been found, and the play did justice to the coach, to the class and to the school. ' Now we have nearly reached the last of our schooldays. We have only a few more les- sons in Virgil and only a few more halting

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THE MIRROR 107 French recitations to stumble'through. Per- haps we are not as glad as we expected to be, in spite of unkind questions in English exam- ination, and baffling geometry problems that are so absurdly simple when the other fellow does them. And how we will miss our class- mates when 1919 is at last demobilizedl But though our schooldays are over, there is still work for us to do. lt is for us to carry on the work our boys have given their lives for in France. We must be the best kind of Americans that we can be, and find our par- ticular duty to the world, and then do it to the best of our ability, forbthe sake of our brothers who rest among the poppies of Flan- ders. A To us from failing hands they throw The torchg be ours to hold it high. If we break faith with those who die They will not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders Fields. i als. I. fl, I6 m ggagvgok galil? ' WI ' 'I s If I' HI :lg he 0 'Q G M 05,1 410.0 1 lit-i2!ea24 H w igggnftf I Q s I , W3 f U. 8 c ,ga ei'-at w43u.o'a.ofo y, . S Q f ll 0 0