Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-06-21
THE HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF
 1906.
By Mary Fitzgerald.

It was bright day in September. The leaves, slightly tinged with col or, rustled and talked to one another as they were shaken by the cool breeze. The streets were crowded with children on their way to school.
 It was the first day of school. At eS:30 Assembly hall was filled with eager faces. The seniors, those mighty prodigals of intellectual knowledge claimed all attention. The juniors looked as If there might possibly be some hope for then; while the sopho- mores undoubtedly were thanking their stars that they were no longer freshmen. Where were we, oh, we poor freshmen, too small to be notic- ed (some of us have not grown yeti by the sophomores. were trying to appear unconcerned, but it seems to me that the majority of us were fondly dreaming of the glorious time when our motto should float over this stage.
 Suddenly we became silent Don't you believe 1t? Do you suppose our tongues are never at resto A man ascended the stairs to the stage and was greeted with applause. From the murmur around we knew 1t must be MT Wilby. He spoke briefly to all about studies and then dismissed the advanced classes. We were left alone. He again spoke to us about the ne. cessity of beginning our studies we'll and working industriously. His words were incentive to all of us.
 Installed in our seats and our minds intent on our studies the days flew by ard 1t was Christmas. Oh. the holidays. Who did not wish for them, We'll, we rested for ten short days and again returned to school. Our school habits and discipline were not broken by anything till the sol- diers arrived.
 One day we came to school to find our abode of learning occupied by these brave heroes. Murmurs of in- dignatiou at once arose. but still there was admiration and i'll con- cealed pleasure. For would not the boys and girls go up the same stair case, as Assembly hall was locked. Only one fault could We find. Every noon would come the savory smell from the cooking department and how hungry it made us. Nearly every hour would come the bugle call and the tread of martial feet. These he roes played many pranks while they were here. Miss Pretat, who came near being the laziest girl in the class. can tell a story about her fine lingerie which she left one day in school and later found wet and filled with moist crackers. How We missed the cause of the excitement when for the last time these modern soldiers marched away.
 We could tell June was approach ing by the lawlessness of the seniors whom we never initiated, 90 one of our teachers says. Examinations were begun. Those whose averages were go went about with smiling faces. while those under that mark trem- bled with fear and spoke only in whispers. Why shouldn't they? For it was now to be decided how much Latin they had absorbed and hous much algebra had soaked into their systems. One study did no. trouble any uue- lHdA was uInNlUE- d new study which was not very well liked. though the teacher was. We lived through those dreadful. examinations in some miraculous manner and soon were free for ten weeks. We parted joyfully. for We were now sopho- mores. The next term came and so did we right back tO our alma mater. New studies were taken up We were led through the conquests Of Caesar and the vindings and turnings of geometry. IL was in this class that ve learned that 0'Hara could use his brain II was on account If this discovery that he vas made the su- thor of class will It vas during this year that we found. though this cir cie formed a small part of the <orli. still death could not pass ]. bF- One day that grim and powerful monarch claimed Lauretta RiEuer. one of our sweetest girls. This year passed and once again vs left school for . vscz- ton
 We are juniors, What a glad CIT - this on entering school in 1894.