Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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THE SENIOR YEAR BOOK 15 V50 IGI HSS SCE.. prophesy J Station W. H. S. Sinigar, India, Abraham Novogroski, an- nouncing. We take great pleasure in presenting to you the worldis greatest magician, prophet, and soothsayer, Mahabam Kahrir. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of the radio audience. This evening, at the request of several friends of mine with whom I graduated from the Westerly High School, West- erly, Rhode Island, United States of America, just twenty years ago today, I will reveal to them and to the radio audience. in general what the other members of the class in different parts of the world are doing. During my extended travels over the surface of the earth and my study under the greatest seers of all lands, I have gained a knowledge of soothsaying the potency of which I will now display. Even now I feel the spir- it of prophecy descending upon me. The world is opening be- fore my very eyes. My vision is still somewhat blurred but all will clear directly. The first person to appear to me is-is Edwin Sawyer, our old class president. There seems to be ice and snow all about him. What can he be doing 'I Ah! now it is clear. He is teach- ing the Eskimo children at the South Pole how to play our national game of baseball. Apparently he is one of Byrd's most trusty companions. The vision is now fading rapidly and in his place I see two worn and weary figures, dressed in the garments of the ministry, plodding along a dusty road. I even discern their faces, those of Leo Spellman and Lewis Wilcox, old friends of mine. How different they look from their appearance in the old days when they were in Miss Endicott's law classes. Lo, and behold! a schoolroom is unfolded to my sight. And there is Madelyn or Brick Sutcliffe, as she was often called, sitting on a high platform in front trying to look very

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14 THE SENIOR YEAR BOOK V90 IW William Daly Eleanor Daley Alfred Dower Byron Hiscox Aili Alto Beatrice Silverstein Elvira Giannoni John Hogan Ethel Winterbottom Having completed the history of this most illustrious, glorious, and eminent group, I will leave it in the library where all following classes may find it, trusting that they may be benefited and inspired by our inimitable example. And now to the more gay and frivolous part of this, our class night entertainment! Class Ode I At last we have reached the golden day, When the first light of knowledge has made its way. 'Tis but the beginning, not the endg Towards that, our hopes and desires we bend. For the radiant jewels of life remain hidden Until some worthy deed brings them forth unbidden. It has been said again and again, there is nobility in labor, And from that uplifting thought, let us never waver. II Beyond is the path, a narrow golden thread, That which we longingly desire to tread. For what is the golden path-but one of a high ideal? To youth that is what makes the truest appeal. Life is the master in command, Let us live to see our souls expand. We are but servants of a glowing life, And to obey means contentment, not strife. -Lenora Goldberg, '28.

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THE SENIOR CLASS