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

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THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. 11 course, after looking very closely I see that the minister is no other than our old class¬ mate Louis Metelli. What is this ? Oh ! it is a fine, large farm which is being run on a very scien¬ tific plan. There is a dairy and everything in it is white and clean. Several women are here dressed in white and one of them is giving a lecture. Who can be here? Why the woman lecturing is our former class¬ mate Edith Williams, owner of this large up to date farm. Now this seems to be another large crowd but this time it is inside a hall. The first speaker has finished. Everyone is quiet and waiting expectantly for the next one to appear. I did not recognize the first speaker but who is the one just now be¬ ginning? He must be famous as everyone seems anxious for him to begin. Oh, who is it but our old friend, Jarvis Morse. What and where can this be? Wby it is a session of Congress at Washington ! There are the Congressmen, yes, and also Congresswomen. Who is that woman speaking now? She looks familiar. Why ves. of course she does, for it is Margaret O’Brien, formerlv of the Class of 1918 of the Windsor Locks High School. She is now one of our principal Connecticut Con¬ gresswomen. Why I wonder what all these women are doing? And such a large room? Oh! I see. it is a Red Cross room and the women are being taught the art of sewing. Who can be here? Who is the teacher but Irene Gourley, who was at one time an active member of the Junior Red Cross of the Windsor Locks High School. And now dear friends I trust you do not all hesitate to believe that what the roses have said will come true. Ten years from now when you will have the pleasure of reading about my classmates and their great achievements, I am sure you will find them occupying the various positions about which you have heard to-night from the oses and filling them as successfully as they have carried out any task, no matter how complicated, which they have under¬ taken during their High School course. Violet M. Eagan, ’18. ADVICE TO THE UNDERGRADUATES. Undergraduates of the Windsor Locks High School:— We, the Class of 1918, feel an over¬ whelming desire on this occasion to offer you a few words of serious advice, hoping that you will profit by our experiences, (since I am sure we are the most serious minded class that ever passed thru the Windsor Locks High School), and thereby lessen the numebr of difficulties you will have to overcome before reaching your long- hoped-for goal, “Graduation.” First of all, let each one of you remem¬ ber that school begins promptly at 8.30 a. m. I have a suggestion to make to three of you undergraduates, namely, George Fran¬ cis Wallace, Raymond Earl Kilty and Her¬ bert Frederick Poulter, that next fall when the clocks are turned back an hour and the Daylight Saving Plan is no longer in effect that you th’-ee boys do not change your watches. Keep them as they are and see if you can possibly get to school on time, or at least see if you can get to your seats by 8 29 a. m., without being all out of breath. Then about the matter of whispering. From bitter experience in our not far dis¬ tant past, we have learned that whispering is apt to prove a joy of short duration. Therefore, remember,—never, NEVER whisper and vou will be happy—but—you’ll be fearfully lonesome. We must congratulate you. Juniors, upon your recent Prize Essay Contest. The speaking on this occasion was certainly a credit to the Junior Class and to the entire High School. You have shown a marked degree of brilliancy in all your undertak¬ ings this past year, and we hope you will be able to continue your goqd work next year with no lessening or dimming of your educational star. You might well take the Class of 1918 as an unexcelled example and try to do as well as we have done all this year, altho we know this will be very, very difficult, if not altogether impossible. We hone you will not lose anv more boys from your class, for you have lost so many lately‘that your numbers now stand in the proportion of eight girls to four boys. When Stephen Sullivan left you it must have been discouraging, for you know Stephen was at least six feet tall and auite broad and I am sure it will take all of Wallace’s height and Callahan’s width to fill up the space he left behind him. We would advise that none of the Junior girls overstudy during the next year with any idea of ever becoming lawyers, even tho at present, to the impartial ob¬ server, you do seem to have something of a leaning toward the weighty profession of the law.

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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

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12 THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. Sophomores:— Again and again we have heard you say, “Oh if school wouldn’t keep on Saturday; I’d go to the movies, I’d bake a pie, I’d read a good book or in bed I’d lie. I’d do lots of things, I know I would, That Saturday session is no good !” Then one fine day you laid a plot, You talked and talked and talked a lot, And then what happened? One freezing day, Poor Douglas Coffin alone they say Went to the English class the only boy Amongst five girls, oh untold joy ! Yes untold joy, when Monday came Four boys arrived with excuses lame. They thawed out piDes, they had to work ! They had many tasks thev wouldn’t shirk ! Rut alack and alas ! To their dismay Thpv stayed afte school for many a day Doing lessons galore for make up work. They found those were tasks they couldn’t shirk ! Rut, Mac and Larson and Parmelee After awhile had their time of glee When one lovely sunnv Saturday H»len Murray, alone they say. Was the only, only Sophomore girl to enioy the High School’s husy whM ! The bovs had the ; r innings then, we know And the girls’ jolly spirits were somewhat low. c o accent a won! of advice, we pray, Do as we’ve always done, come to school each day. And {f school Veens Saturdavs. never fear, Just grin and bear it all the year ! Flighty, frivolous, freshmen. These a e names commonly annlied to Freshmen classes in general, but after careful thonght we have come to the conclusion that these adiectives surely annly to you, the present Freshman Class of the Winds ' Leeks School, better than to any other frgshman class we have ever known. Freshmen, we beg you to accent the«e weighty words of admonition. First of all. please be content to own only vour own seats in the future, don’t lay claim to all the seats in the Main Room. Secondly, we beg of you to accent our congratulations unon one thing, namely, you are the only class in the ent e history of the Windsor Locks High School, to have reached that lofty pinnacle of algebraic prominence which is denoted by two fortv minute periods of instruction each day in the noble pursuit of the unknown ounntit.v. Even then there are some of you, especially those living in the vicinity of Grove street, that have extra sessions after school occa¬ sionally. Thirdly,—In the future, please follow the example of at least two of our worthy class in one particular, try never to be late with excuses: but if you must be late, excuse yourself to the teacher in charge of excuses, get an excuse blank, excuse your¬ self to go home, and even tho you may be excusedly delayed on the way. excuse not yourself for the delav. but hasten back with the excuse blank properly signed. After deliberation, I have appointed the following committee to se that excuses are brought in on time next year—Miles B ; ardi, Chairman, Gertrude Shaughnessy. Sebas¬ tian Botasso, Anna Mollov, George Wallace, Malcolm MacDonald and Raymond Kilty. If you co-onerate with this committee I am sure it w ll never again be truthfully said of you—“You a r e better at making excuses than bringing them.” Just one final word before bidding vmi farewell, me ' ' vou strive to the utmost to make our High School one that you as students, we as graduates, pud tbp towns- peoole es supporters will point with respect and pride. Margaret B. O’Brien, ’18. RESPONSE FOR SCHOOL. We. the graduates of the Widnsor Locks High School, after having listened very attetivelv, wish to extend our sincere thanks for the weightv words of wisdom you have seen fit to say to us to-night. There are. however, a few words which I, in behalf of the undergraduates, wish to say in our defense.- Although for your first two years you richly deserve some praise—nevertheless, you. the class of 1918. have recently been called a dead class. Is it not a fact. Seniors, that you failed to recognize your Saluta- torian until he bad been formally intro¬ duced to you by the faculty; and is it not a well known truth that some of your girls are so sleepy that about every morning during tbe past year thev failed to hear the bell. and njshed around the comer from the girls’ haR just in time for Morning Exer¬ cises? For these and many other reasons too numerous to mention, we award you the honor of being the quietest, the most, nearly deed class that has ever passed thru this High School. There are certain other of your char-