Windsor Locks High School - Herald Yearbook (Windsor Locks, CT)

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THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. PRESENTATIONS—PART II. Henry Cutler—Henry, you seemed at one time to be having hard work during chemistry class to overcome the drowsiness which resulted from working with the dif¬ ferent chemicals that were used in your experiments. So, here, take this gas mask that you may in the future work in your laboratory without any fear of being asphyxiated. Irene Gourley—How glad we are, Irene, that you are here on time to-night without being all out of breath. How did such a surprising thing ever happen? Did some one bring you down? Or did you make a mistake and get up by still another new Daylight SavingPlan ? Now in the future, that you may not be all out of breath when you keen your various appointments, take this little car and may it by its magic power bring you safely on time wherever yo u wish to go. By the way, this car must be carefully dusted every day, or it will lose this magic nower which makes it different from any other car ever constructed. Louis Metelli—Louis you have been giving the teachers a great deal of trouble this year down in the back seat smiling, whispering to your neighbors, and disturb¬ ing the students all around you. Here, Ix uis take this telephone that in the future y°u may telephone your message across whatever room you ar » in without fear of anvone hearing you. If the telephone gets out of order for any reason, carry it at once to the Southern New England Tele¬ phone Company for repairs. Gladys Rising—Gladys, you have been having a difficult task this year trying to work out some of the problems that have come up in your second year Algobr Course. I present you with a candle which 1 selected with care on a special trip to New York Citv, so you may see light vhe» you are in the dark in your pursuit of any unknown quantity. Jarvis Morse—We were all very much surprised a few weeks ago to learn that vou had been having trouble in your Latin Class. Knowing that Latin has alwsvs been one of your favorite studies, and that vou have always received good marks in that subject, we naturally wondered why von should be having any trouble. So I took it upon myself to investigate very thoroughly. And to my great surprise I learned that during your Virgil recitation one day. in vour haste and anxietv to trans¬ late your lines to the best of your ability you became excited and tore a huge rent in your clothes. And what is more, I was in¬ formed that you mended this tear yourself with some brown thread borrowed from the Sophomore Members of the High School Junior Red Cross. As you wore a brown suit that day, we are convinced that you used brown thread because you wished no clashing of colors about your clothes. So I herewith present you with these needles end this box which contains spools of thread of all colors, so that in case of nny futu-e accident you may be properly pre¬ pared. Ed ' th Williams—Edith, I spent long, weary hours, and burned many gallons of midnight oil, wondering what I could give you. One night I wondered so long that I fell asleep at my task. And in my sleep I dreamed a marvelous dream. I saw you at the head of an Agricultural College in our Great Northwest. Some of your students may prove unmanageable, so I am going to present you with this ruler—so that you may always be able to keep good order. Now, Classmates, we have g ; ven each of you a little token of remembrance; we have given these tokens in a good and fr : endlv spirit and we trust they have been revived in the same manner. Slight though these gifts are, may they serve to remind you of your past school days, and may they call to your mind the many good t ; mes that we have enjoyed together as dessmates in the Windsor Locks High School. Laura McCue, ’18. PROPHECY. Have you ever stooped to thmk how many things we may learn from fl r,T v» «? And did you ever know that some flowers have prophetic gifts? Perhaos that is hard to believe, but if you w : ll listen yon w’li see that I am right. The hovs nd girls of our class, w ise and thoughtful long ago ; n the course of their studies at Wind- «or Locks High School discovered that all flo’-vers have prophetic power to a greater or less degree. Therefore, they were care¬ ful to choose as their own the flower that ceald most helo their prophetess to «ee into the future, and tell her truly what the mm- mg vears would bring to her classmates. I t me tell you how I, as proohetess of mv r1a«s, came to learn from these beautiful Jack roses—the future of mv classma+°s. One warm day while sitting on the grass near my home I saw approaching a

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8 THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. were, we are ready now and we always will be ready to do whatever we can for this country that is our homeland. These then are statistics of which we are truly proud, and it is the thought of these statistics I wish to leave with you to-nipht that we, the Class of 1918. of the Windsor Locks Hiph School are all, every boy and girl true loval Americans, readv alwavs to do our bit “to make pood with our lives and for¬ tunes the preat faith to which we were born, that a new p-lory may shine in the face of our people.” Gertrude Dowd, ’18. PRESENTATIONS—PART I. We are pathered for the last time as Seniors of the Windsor Locks Hiph School —that is, for the last jolly time. Our hanpy Hiph School days are over, but the memories of those happy days will lonp remain with us. I have with me this even- inp, a few little pifts for the members of my class, to help them remember those by-pone days. I think it is only proper that I should first ask our class president, Apuinaldo Mipliora, to step forward. Apuinaldo—You have been a very busy man durinp the last four years and I know how unpleasant and tantalizinp it is to be hindered when one is so busy. I have noticed that some of your Sprinp street customers find it necessary to hinder you quite often with a complaint that your assistants do not deliver the papers prompt¬ ly. They stand off a few rods from the bouse readinp the news before presentinp the paper at the door. Take this bap, which you w ; 11 see is equipped with a Yale lock, and with its aid you mav be able to deliver your papers in the future without such frequent complaints from your cus¬ tomers. Laura McCue—Laura a few davs apo while walk ' np on a certain street here in our town, I noticed a younp lady, with almost no cause, rush madly into the mid¬ dle of the street. Upon convnp neare to the spot I could see that the younp lady was you, Laura. You were doinp a noble act. for out of a rinp of dops you seemed to be resucinp a small child. This small boy, however, was far from thankful, for you had disturbed his little wrestlinp match. But to see this child supposedly be- inp eaten up by the dops. pave you a preat fripht. So take this muzzle Laura, and with it you will be able to muzzle at least one of those savape dops. This done we hope you will be able to store up your nervous enerpy for preater and more tryinp occurences. Violet Eapan—Violet, when in the prades we were taupht that it ruined our books to stuff them with papers, letters, etc. Have you forpotten those teachinps? I fear you have for now you have a preat fondness for fillinp up your books with Y. M. C. A. envelopes containme letters from “Over There.” He e is a little file: in the future please use it for all such letters. John Byrne—-Toh . it must be a little discourapinp to find that you are dissatis¬ fied with your chosen course in Hiph School. You know you informed us the other day that you wished you had entered the collepe preparatory instea d of the com¬ mercial course. Cheer up John ! Take this Latin p ammar and bepin at once to study for collepe entrance exams. Marparet O’Brien — Marparet, you are the tiniest pirl in our class and many times I have envied you when you have been able to slide down behind some other larper classmate in the main room, and whisper without beinp seen. Then it was such an advantape, for unlike the small pirl in the proverb, you were heard, but not seen. But I fear your sliphtness of fipure is poinp to be a disadvantape before lonp. for if the war continues, women, in various kinds of manual labor, will have to take the place of men. and to do this efficiently thev mu«t be larpe and stronp. So take the«e dumb bells. Marparet. and practice with them nipht and morninp, and T am sure your stature will increase rapidly. Gertrude Dowd — Gertrude, You have sewed faithfullv with us at the meet’nps of the Junior Red Cross, where we have all done some very fine work. But Gertrude, vou know the better one is equipped the better work she can do, so take this thim¬ ble and learn to use it. in order that your sewinp may be even better in the future. Just one word before you leave, For I’ve a suppestion for you, Of course you’ll che sh this little pift, But I want you to be penerous too. The other pirls in the clacs, you know, Have never used a thimble. So pass it around, that they may learn. For ’twill help make their finpers nimble. A. Gladys Risinp, ’18.

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10 THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. very old, bent, queer looking little man. He stopped as he reached me and asked why I was staring so intently into space. I answered, “I am wondering what my class¬ mates of the Windsor Locks High School will be doing ten years from now.” He answered with a great show of interest, “If you will go to the southern part of the town, about two miles from any house, you will find a beautiful rose garden. It belongs to me and you may pick eleven of the most beautiful ones, one for each member of your class.” “These,” he said, “Will tell you truly of the whereabouts and doings of all your classmates ten years from now.” Needless to say I went that night to the garden and gathered eleven of the beautiful Jack roses which I found there. I picked them very slowly, very carefully— with much thoughtful deliberation. As I picked each rose I looked way down deep into its heart looking for something that would reveal the future of my classmates. And in each rose I caught a glimpse of the future, a true glimpse I feel sure. I hur¬ ried home with my roses often glancing into them to see if the vision was still there. I walked thru the most unfrequented streets in order not to meet the crowds who might unintentionally hurt my flowers. After arriving home I again looked into each one and then wrapped them in damp¬ ened paper and put them in the cool, dark cellar to keep for this evening. I went down several times to make sure I had not been dreaming and that the vision was only a figment of my imagination. But no, it was there as clear as ever. I have guarded them carefully and brought them here to-night t at my classmates and friends may know of my vision. I see a long, dusty street. There are many neonle there and vet the street runs close by an open lot. They are all looking most intently up at the sky. Ah ! I can see a tiny speck coming nearer and nearer to the earth. It is an airplane and has now landed safely. But what has this to do with my classmates? Oh. who is that at the wheel but ou worthy President, Aguin- aldo MigHora. He has just returned from a trial flight prenaratory to establishing an aerial ma?l route between two of oxir large cities. Windsor Locks and New York. I see a large city and crowds of people. Now looming large in the foreground I see an enormous building and a great many little children around it. Surely my class¬ mates have not become elfs ! But no there are several women looking after the chil¬ dren. One of them seems to be supervisor. She looks familiar, who can it be. She is talking to the children now and by her way of talking to them I recognize her as no other than our Vice-President, Gladys Rising. I see a large room. It cannot be a home as it is too bare. There are many filing cabinets and several desks and one large table, around which several men are seated. One is the familiar figure of the President of the United States, but who can the others be. The President is talking and one man is taking notes. Now it is all clear. It is the President talking to his cabinet and the man taking notes is the President’s private secretary, .John Bvrne, former secretary of the Class of 1918 of the Windsor Locks High School. What ! has the vision failed ! Every¬ thing looks dark ! Have I after all made a mistake? It cannot be ! Hark, I hear singing; now I see a crowd of people com¬ ing out of a large building. They have been listening to some wonderful thing I can tell from the rapt expression on their faces. I do not recognize anyone in the crowd, what can it mean. Here comes one dowm the aisle, who is it? Now I understand it all, the singer is no other than Laura McCue, the one time treasurer of our class. Now I see a group of large buildings and a campus. It is a scene at one of the large colleges. There are many young men around the buildings. Coming out of one of them is a very dignified looking man who is evidently a professor. Who can it be? Can it be one of my classmates or is there one of them among the young men on the campus? Indeed, the professor is one of my old classmates. It is Henry Cutler, pro¬ fessor of chemistry at Yale university. What is this? Oh. a great crowd of people listening to a woman speaker. She is telling how easv it is to take care of the home and at the same time do cam¬ paigning. She must be an interesting speaker as every one is attentive. Did we have a suffragette in our class that we did not know about? We must have had as the speaker is no other than our old friend, Gertrude Dowd. Now here is a crowd of people coming slowly out of a large brick church. There is no one among them all who looks like one of my classmates. Wait though ! Here comes a few more people and with them is a short, solemn looking man who must be the minister. He doesn’t look like any of the Class of 1918 unless—why of