Ware High School - Limelight Yearbook (Ware, MA)

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The next and most important work was the arrangement of trees and shrub- bery. Since the chief goal of the designer was naturalness, Mr. Shurtleff deliber- ately avoided a formal or symmetrical arrangement of the trees. Trees were planted only where shade was needed and in places where they would seem to have been placed by nature. Although many imported trees were available to the designers, their use in the park was deliberately avoided as was the use of cultivated flowers. Common New England trees such as the oak, ash, elm, and maple were planted, In like manner natural plants-such as white daisies, joe Pye-weed, Queen Anne's lace, steeple bush, and field lilies-were planted. Through the years many improvements have taken place in the park. Ball fields have been laid out, tennis courts constructedg drinking fountains installedg and benches have been scattered throughout the area. Today there are four beautiful stone entrances. Recently the VV are Lion's Club built in the park at great expense a picturesque, ultra-modern bandstand. This beautiful edihce stands just above the tennis courts against a background of woods. In 1911 the park was the site of the one hundred fiftieth anniversary of the incorporation of the town of NfVare. It is interesting to note -that at this time and in honor of this occasion the Reverend Arthur Chase's History of Vtfaren was written. Two years ago the park was also the scene of the Vlfelcome Home Celebration for all local veterans of VVorld VV ar H. Not only have Grenville Park's beauty and utility helped to make the lives of the natives of VVare a little richer and fuller, but those who have come to visit our town also appreciate its blessings. In the days before World VV ar I1 a world traveler, passing through VV are, chanced to drive through Grenville Park. His comment was that he had never seen in his travels elsewhere a finer park in an industrial community of the size of our town. Sylvester Baxter in an article in the Boston Transcript on New England memorial parks says these things of Grenville Park: f'Here in' Massachusetts in the busy manufacturing town of VV are is to be found the most notable instance of a public park established as a memorial-a park donated by the Gilberts to assure their home town a lastingly beautiful environment of practical utility and an inexhaustible source of recreation and health on a site where natural beauty lies in abundance. Earl Anderson, Editor-in-Chief

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GGMMZLZQ pak -- Wacalicm .fmfzcf Iiarly one spring morning I was awakened by the cheerful song of a robin, and getting up, I hurried to the window to see him. There he was, perched on a branch of a nearby tree, singing and singing as if at any instant his red breast would burst. It's a beautiful day for fishingf' I thought to myself as I sat there gazing out the window at the beautiful clear morning. And because there was still time to get to the park before sunrise, I called my friend Bill, who loves fishing as much as I do, and asked him to go with me. I-Ie needed no persuasion: so after a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs, I gathered together my rod and fiies and set out in high spiritsg for every breath of that crisp spring air made me glad just to be alive. Bill was waiting for me at the park entrance, and we started down the path together with a feeling a real ambition. When we reached the water's edge, a golden sun was just peeping over the hilltops through a cluster of feather-like clouds that glowed with the color of fire. The faint shadows made each leaf and twig sparkle in the soft light. While I sat assembling my rod and gazing at the enchanting beauty around me, I felt thankful that we have so near at hand this beautiful park where we may enjoy nature at her finest. The trout were even biting that morning, and before ten o'clock we had taken our limit on two brown spiders I had tied just the evening before. When we reached home, we had a meal of trout fit for a king. That afternoon we rode our bicycles over to the tennis courts to meet some friends. The hours fairly tlewg and in almost no time it was too dark to playg so all the fellows decided to go for a swim. The water was cold but wonderfully refreshing after the strenuous exercise of the afternoon of tennis. Later that evening we climbed the hill to the fireplace to roast hot dogs and marshmallows. There gathering around the fire, we talked and laughed and told stories while the dancing fiames reflected the genuine happiness in the eyes of everyone present. By this time a big yellow moon had risen over the park. It was just hanging there-watching us. After a moonlight dip we started home filling the cool night air with the laughter of a good time. Gradually the crowd dispersed until I found myself alone again at the end of this all-too-short day. As I lay in bed that night thinking of all the things that had happened since 'll P k. dawn, I remembered that my whole day's fun had been spent in Grenvi e ar Never before had I realized what a real vacation land we have right here at home. Eugene Klingler, Editor-in-Chief