Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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THE MIRROR CLASS ODE Our lives are like gi-ant mirrors, friend, Picturing scenes that never end. Believest thou not? Then come with me Over the Road of Life and see. Here there are range-d three mirrors tall, Past, Present, Future. At our call In the Mirror of Past, baby figures play In meadows bright with blossoms gay, And a laughing brook runs its winding way. So passes our childhoo-d's happy day. Now to the Mirror of Present we come- Happy we've been-but that day is done. Our games and our lessons are all put awayg And we're waiting here for another day. The brook is a swelling river strong, Gathering strength as it hurries along. Gathering strength from beginning to end, While green trees over the river bend- And the sun with its kindly, fostering ray, Like God in his heaven, shines on our way. The Present is done, the Future draws nigh. Success-we all think of, thou and I. It shines in the distance-a beacon lightg Remember, it is not fortune or might:- Success means living your own life right, Making your record honorable, bright. The little waves, like eager feet, Rush out, the glorious dawn to meet. The bells of a bright, new sunrise ring,- And we wonder what the dawn will bring. Martha Vosburglz, 1931

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Class mf 11931 HELEN CATALDO Clam Historian MARTHA VOSBURGH Class Poet

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12 THE MIRROR . last will ants Testament of 1931 To Whom it may concern: W It known that we the class of 1931, of the Waltham High wx School, and lately the most prominent unit of the same, being of sound mind and in full possession of our faculties, and capable of disposing of property in view of the uncertainties of life do appoint, transfer, bequeath, and devise our estate as follows: To the class of 1932 we leave the brilliant minds of the class of 1931 so that they may be able to decide on one station- ary date to set for their proms, also the honor of paying for the property to be left to Miss Burgess. To the class of 1933 we leave a cage of monkeys to ac- company them on their journeys through the high school in their hectic moments, such as sliding down banisters and stag- ing mob scenes in the corridors. To the class of 1934, the incoming class, we leave the pure and saintly air of the seniors to guard them and keep them from the harms of life. To our beloved master, Mr. Burke, we leave a huge ban- danna handkerchief to remind him of the many tears shed by the class of 1931, at the thought of leaving their Alma Mater, also a double sized megaphone to give out his favorite slogan The first two rows may pass out. To Mr. Goodrich, our beloved sub-master and master mind, we leave a television set so that he may keep his eagle eye on pupils having wandering moods. To Mr. Ward we leave a permanent pass to Wa.ltham's Little Theatre, also a full length portrait of John Harvard to be hung over his desk in room 14. To Miss Ober we leave the best wishes of room 19, also a set of sound-proof walls to be placed in the teachers' room so that her classes may not be disturbed by mysterious sounds floating from that locality. To Miss Burgess we leave a new set of chairs to match her ultra-modern drawing desks, also a ferocious Pekingese dog to guard her paints and brushes during her absence from the drawing room.