Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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STL) DENT COUNCIL 1929-1930

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Till: SKMOK YKAR HOOK 25 it proved to be a comet. Then I saw Roland Albamonti looking through a telescope. He had discovered it—the Roly Comet. Suddenly everything stopped—the water was still. Try as I might I couldn’t make it reveal more—its power seemed to be exhausted. I sat back in my chair for a moment, thinking; then I got up to put the bowd away. As I moved toward the cupboard, I felt the bowl slipping from my fingers. I closed my eyes and heard it crash on the floor. When I dared look again, the grey bowl lay shattered in a thousand pieces and the pink water was slowly ruining my best Indian rug. —Ella W. Astill. Clans Song (Tune—Stein Song) High School days are over now. Four years we’ve spent together; Years of joy and friendships so true Will ever fill our memories! In broader fields, our journey lies, We’re entering life’s school; May success crown all our efforts— Let’s all obey the Golden Rule. CHORUS: Here’s to you, Westerly. We will always be loyal and true to you! To the blue! To the white! We will always be ready to fight for you! Here’s to you, boys and girls, and to those who have guided us through the strife! To success, when it comes! And we hope it will enter each life t And now it’s time to say good-bye. All eyes are on the goal, And though tomorrow bring rain or shine There’s loyalty within each soul. To thee we owe whate’er may come Of fame in future days! May God’s blessing linger ’round thee, Oh, High School of our hearts always! —By Beverly B. CrandalL

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THi: SKXIOR YEAR HOOK 27 Class Poem Swift four years have flown away And high school days are ended. The morrow brings Commencement Day With joy and sorrow blended. The gates have closed forever And classmates now must part. Tis death alone has power to sever The ties that bind each heart. The road of life before us lies And thither we have to go, Though back we gaze with longing eyes ’Tis useless, as we know. But whate’er lies in store tomorrow We greet with skill untried; And may we meet both joy and sorrow With Learning as our guide. Marian Crandall.