Worcester High School of Commerce - Caduceus Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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Higll Svhool of CflllllIIFl'l'F dont, who, although ohsvure in his work was brilliant in his thoughts and kindly in tho intvrosts of humanity. Mr. Harding roalizocl that other leaders would come after him, that no breach in the ranks would remain long vacant, that some other would assumo tho grvat rosponsihility of the highest office of the stato. No word could he said of Pi-vsidont Harding that would more truly doscrilw him than to say hc was gentle. As ono liioggraplioi' says of him, Ho simply did not undvrstaud tho omotion of hatrvd. So profondly did ho desire that mon should dwoll in amity that whon ho lwoanio Prvsidont his grroatost art was tho calling of the Limitation of Arnianiont vo11foi'om'o in VVashington. This groat stop toward intl-rnational pvzivv, thougrli it did not hringr about all that Prosidvnt, Harding' had hopvd l'oi', it did l'l'Nllll in a lllSl'0llfllll12lllK'l' ot' a ral-o in naval construction that vould haw had hut ons- 4-ortain K'0Ilt'lllSlOIl-f.l'l'02ll war in tho pacific. Not hoastful, working' quit-tly, not stm-rn or ofiivious hui' amioahlo and kindlyg of whom it has lwvn said many timosg 'l'o know him was to lovv him. This man was tho man himst-If whoso inm-r naturo all tho powors ol' oliim- vould not vliangl-. Many grroat lc-allors wo havo had, warriors, and stalos- mon, hut tho spirit ol' Warm-n llardingx will long ahido in tht- afiuvvtionato mt-mory ol' his poopln- as tho kindly man, tho gronth- man, tho grri-at of lioart. 24

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lass Qhratinn, 1924-Z1 HARDING, THE GENTLE PHILIP VROSS H - HE grief that fell upon the country was one of genuine sorrow and deep sympathy, when the news of the death of Warren Gamiliel Harding, 29th president of the United States, was broadcasted through the world. Political differences were for- gotten and in the moment of his death President Harding's hold on the good-will and the affectionate esteem of the country became apparent as never before. A boyhood on the farm with some high school and college experience followed by country news- paper workg as a business, or a profession, has fitted - H many an American for a valuable career of national service. This was especially true in the case of Mr. Harding. He had never lost his fondness for farming and had only recently purchased the farm in Morrow County, Ohio, where he lived in his boyhood. Mr. Harding was born November 2, 1865, and was within 3 months of com- pleting his 58th year when he died. To a man who enters journalism and pol- itics at the age of 19 and continues stead-fastly and assidously at those pursuits public-mindedness becomes a second-nature. Apart from all his training which fitted him for public life, Mr. Harding had been endowed by nature with a fine presence, an excellent voice, and a most gracious, persuasive, and agreeable manner. ln 1910 his first venture into political life he met with defeat. Evi- dently President Harding believed in the statement that real success is founded on earnest, perseverance. He was not daunted but t1'ied again and this time met with greater success. ln order to form a just estimate of Mr. Harding's character and mental caliber it would be wise became president: HWhen to turn to a. statement which he made just before hc the mantle of responsibility falls upon a man, he is clothed with new power. Instantly he gathers new potentialities. new ca- pacities. How often have you seen an enterprise suddenly bereft of its leader gain a new and unexpected strength from the advent of a new leader dwelling theretofore in obscurity? In the untimely death of Mr. VVarren G. Harding the world lost a presi- 23

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lass iJBrupI esp, 1924221 KATHERIN I-I IJOHERTY NE day as I was looking through Cflassic Myths. preparing my English for Mr. Disney, I read an interesting story of the ten Grecian Sibyls. From the Deities they were endowed with a gift of prophecying futures. They were horrible-looking creatures with distorted features. One peculiar thing that I noticed in particular was the fact that they wrote their prophecies on green leaves. As I read the interesting account a thought flashed through my mind. Ivhy not go to see one of these Sibyls, and find out the futures of my class- mates. In a few days I will leave school and won't see some of them for years. It would be great fun to know now what my classmates will be doing years from now. I resolved to go the very first chance I could get. The opportunity presented itself about a week ago. and I quickly grasped it. With my first glance at the Sibyl's cave I had a wild desire to run. My gaze could not penetrate very far into the cave, because ofa thick greyish vapor which slowly Hoated out from within. It had a peculiar subtle odor. As I think it all over now, I realize it must have been incense burning as an offering to the gods. I could dimly make out a dark figure swaying back and forth. Once when the breeze parted the veil of smoke, I had a brief glimpse of it. That glimpse was enough! The figure, which proved to be the Sibyl, was covered with some sort of dark cloak. Her matted gray hair streamed over her withered face. Her green eyes gleamed like those of a cat in the dark, and her mouth was covered with foam. The smoke screened her from my view again and I had a distinct feeling of relief. Ilared I speak to her? Having gone thus far, I might just as well finish, so raising my voice, I told her that I desired to know the futures of my classmates. The only answer I received was low mutterings. groans. and croaks. Suddenly. there was a putt of smoke, and from the mouth of the cave came a shower of leaves. Hastily I gathered them up and ran as quickly as I could, anxious to get away from the horrible spot. Well, here are the leaves, I haven 't read them over myself as yet. I decided to wait and read them over with you. An orchestra named the CAT SICRANADERS will play notes that will be heard all around the world, The members of this famous orchestra will be: Violin-Iver Skyllbergg Trombone-Byron Truscottq llriliiis-Jumpg Umm- miskeyg Piano-Edith Durkee: Saxophone-Sam Solomon: Kazoo-Ray Hargerum, 25