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

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THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD 31 October. There are, however, a great many reference books that are lacking. The need of them is keenly felt by every member of the school. Though you, Seniors, will not benefit from it yourselves, 1 am sure, that you will be happy and proud to know that your class gift is to be a benefit to everyone else. Therefore, this gift from the Senior Class for the library is certainly most fitting and appropriate. And in behalf of the Wind¬ sor Locks High School, 1 wish to extend to the Class of 1931 our most sincere appreciation. Anna P. Colapietro, ’32. CLASS POEM. The stately sehoolhouse resting on the hills. Reared high, its walls above the streets and mills; And, basking in the sunlight of an autumn day, Looked down at noon on boys and girls at play. Its ivied walls swelled with paternal pride, As the class of thirty-one, with measured stride. Passed through its open portals, one by one, And each his four year course had just begun. Some from the start, through work and not by play, Received in full, the measure of their pay. Others, deep in Stygian gloom have strayed Mid labryinths of work that’s been delayed. In the business course are those that held high place, Who soon will be competing in life’s race. The highest rank is tendered to a maid. Who delved in work and would not be dismayed. Another girl was next to break the tape, And then a youth, who followed in ner wake. In history class a winner, too, we find, A lad to whom high rank has been assigned. These form the honors of our student years. Let’s rise and give them all three hearty cheers. How few of those that started now remain, To pass as grads from out these halls of fame. A few have dropped beside the road, anil some Have left this track for other paths to run. The eve has come upon our classroom days, And now we’ll have to seek out otoer ways To fight and strive for what is best in life, No matter what the cost, or what the strife.

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30 THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD . ° ae rracy, Iom Dillon’s late study hours. We know you will like this gift, Mae, as we know the subjects you study will be as interesting to you as they were to “DEE”. To Raymond Conroy, the knickers Joe Ferrari wore in the Senior Play. Now, Ray, you can attract the Sophomore girls with¬ out any trouble. To Doris Barberie, Marie McKenna’s “Speed”. We notice that you have trouble sometimes in getting about in a hurry so Marie wants to help you out as she is so speedy. To Lucy Sfreddo, Kathryn Sasali’s shyness in regard to the opposite sex. Now, Lucy, you won’t be in trouble so much on account of too many boy friends. To Russell Bacon, Robert Connor’s technique in teasing girls and getting away with it. To Irene Bellingeri, I, Myrtice Loftus, leave my ability at being caught every time I do something I shouldn’t. Now you will enjoy classes more because there’s no fun in doing things unless you get caught. Having thus bequeathed all our earthly possessions to the above groups and individuals, we do hereby sign and seal this last will and testament on this fifteenth day of June, A. D. 1931. Signed: The Class of 1931. Myrtice Loftus, ’31. GIFT TO THE SCHOOL In behalf of the Class of 1931, 1 wish to present to the library ol the school, this sum of money to be used to best possible advantage. We hope that the students of the Windsor Locks High School will benefit by this gift. We urge that the graduating classes of the future follow our example. There can be no gift that will be so valuable to the school as a donation to the High School Library. George Cannon, ’31. ACCEPTANCE OF THE GIFT We all agree, I am sure, that a library equipped with good books is an essential part of a high school. Our high school library though small, has been slightly increased this year. This was made possible by the card party which was given by the Senior Class in

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THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD Our motto, “Forward Ever, Backward Never,” We will keep in mind in each endeavor. To classmates of ’31, oh, mystic number; We hope our parting will not tear asunder Our bonds, which grew from week to week, Rut be recalled, and strengthened when we meet. The teachers, too, who guided us each day, And kept us from the paths that led astray. Have oft’ seemed cross, but only did their part, And we loved them all, down deep within each heart. The curfew’s rung the knell of parting day, As -each goes forth amid the sun’s last ray. But, wait, let’s have some parting fun, And give three cheers for Thirty-one. Curtis Saxton, ’31. CLASS SONG. Tune: “When Your Hair Has Turned to Silver. ' We will always love our High School Even when we’re far away. We will ever bear in memory, This, our Graduation day; Down the path of life we’ll wander, Filled with pleasant dreams we’ve had While our hearts in reminiscence, Make our future hopes grow glad. When we meet with lurking dangers Are assailed by grief or woe, We will always fight them bravely Ever onward we must go; ’Till our span of life’s completed And we seek eternal gain In another great Commencement, In a world that knows no pain. Mary Wheeler, ’31.