Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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THE MIRROR HERBERT WEST STARR PRESIDENT 'WN fl , Ii 14 1' QI 2, 'Q-J' ' A ' J ' Q.. . ,y 25- V to SARAH HELEN SMITH FRANCIS WILLIAM DUNN

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100 THE MIRROR hels not mad. If you want to see a real insane person step into the next room. YVe entered the room and here we found lVIyron Allen, who also was watching the lunatic. Myron told me that he was a teacher of geometryg I did not doubt his statement, for he showed great promise in this subject even while in High School. After Jeannette and lwarjorie had seen the difference between a real insane person and myself, they still acted stubbornly and took me with them to the court house. Upon reaching the jail, which had been of little use after July I, 1919, I found Captain Clifford Estes in charge. He was lenient with me and let me off easy. As I left the place I passed three more policewomen who were Viola Garfield, lwerle Heinstrom and Frances lXIarshall. I now confidently expected my troubles to be over, but I was still to receive a greater shock. Upon entering IXIain street, I saw a new City Hall. I later learned that it was designed by Bertram VVarren and built by the Emery Construction Company. My attention was soon attracted by a large crowd which had gathered on the common around a high platform, upon which stood a very small man. Before long the mob began to cry, Burn 'im, burn 'im, burn 'im. Chl I cried, Do they really intend to burn him ? No, no, laughed a lady, whom I rec- ognized as Evelyn Pineo, owner of a nearby candy store, these folks are just giving three cheers for 'Eddie' Burnham, the new city man- ager. ' lVIy joy upon hearing this good news was soon changed to horror, for Dorothy Greeley and Ethel Spencer now sang a duet while IVillis Bean's orchestra played the accompan- iment, in honor of the occasion. The noise which they produced sounded a great deal like the technical division during a study period. As I was in great need of money, I dropped into a bank where ten years before I had an account. The president of this insti- tution was Frank Gavolio, who had made his fortune in the banana business, while Edward Curry, his right hand man, was cashier. Gen- evieve Bucher and Elsie Copeland were also employed here. Immediately after obtaining some money, I ran into a dry-goods store, where I was waited on by Ralph Dougherty, the manager, person- ally. He had some trouble in finding a suit that would suit, and almost went into a fit try- ing to get a hat to fit, but after half an hour of hard work he finally found what I wanted. Upon leaving Ralph, I felt as strange and foolish in my new clothes as Alexander Stew- art when he wore a derby hat to school for the first time. Marjorie Warren's shoe store was the next place to receive my patronage and here I found the salesman to be Harry Kniznick. He sold me a pair of shoes which I knew were poor stock, but Harry, who could talk even when he had nothing to say, caused me to take what he gave me in order to escape suffoca- iton. Before leaving the store, I conversed with Archer Rogers, who was a special policeman, and his wife, formerly Louise VVolfe. They informed me that William Morgan and Ira Orr were collectors for the city. At first I thought Ira and Hearn collected money, but I later learned that it was ashes. After taking leave of Archer and his pretty wife, I breezed into Donald Drury's barber shop. Among the women barbers employed by him were Dorothy Bills, Bertha Carney, and Thelma Fornes. His wife, once known as Esther Thompson, sat in the rear of the shop at a manicuring table. From the sharp words that passed between the pair, I came to the conclusion that, though Donald owned the place, he was far from being boss. He later told me that married life was not what it was cracked up to be. Just as Dorothy finished combing my hair fwhich was easily done as I was rather baldj Bertha cut the man in her chair. Oh! cried the victim, you've killed me. I'm done! I'm done! VVhy, so you are, I exclaimed, recogniz- ing Francis Dunn, You're Dunn, but I'm glad, to tell you that you're not finished. Let's leave this place while alivef' moaned Francis. To this I readily agreed. As Dunn's cut was rather deep, we set out for the nearest doctor. While passing down Moody street, we came upon a long line of men standing in front of an office building. Some were old and some were young, but they all seemed anxious to get somewhere. We could not understand this until we read the sign over the door into which the line van- ished. It read: Jessie Reed, Piano Teacher. Cf course that explained everything, for Jes-

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102 THE MIRROR sie somehow always did attract the men folk, especially Eddie Larkin. ' YVe soon entered the office of Doctor Man- zer, but when Dunn saw the carpenter's tools which Cliff intended to employ on him, even the pretty face of Isabel Fulton, CIiff's assist- ant, could not keep him from departing to re- gions unknown. As I had no reason to fear for my life, I re- mained and asked llkflanzer if he knew what had become of Edith Olson. VVhy, yes, was the answer, she's work- ing in a factory in Boston making eyes in needles. VVell, well, I said, she ought to be able to do that as she made enough eyes at the fel- lows in school to furnish a million needles. After leaving Cliff, I made a bee line for the nearest lunch room where I was waited on by Hannah Richardson, formerly Hannah Webster. She was assisted by Edith Bamforth, Helen Burroughs, and Vivian Clarke. When I asked Hannah how she like to wait on other people, she told me it was not half as bad as waiting on Lester. How's that? I asked. VVell, she said, I had to wait on him five years before he made up his mind to propose. Richardson soon began to converse with me and so I asked him if he knew what had be- come of Ernest Grip. Sure, was the answer, he owns a thumb- tack factory down in Bemis and Ernest cer- tainly knows the fine points about thumb- tacksfl , Well, why shouldn't he? I grunted, He sat on enough in school. A newsboy now came in, so I purchased a paper, the editor of which was VValter Ander- son. Qn the editorial page, I discovered several cartoons drawn by Doris Dennen. Qther writers for the paper were Thyra Dahl, Mary Davis and Jessie Downing. Campbell Kennedy, who was a salesman for a soup company, at this moment arose from his table and asked me if I knew that Clarence Evans and Vivian Hill were married. Why, no, I said. 'WVell, they are, continued the other, but theylve quarreled already. - Hump I I exclaimed, that reminds me of the old saying, 'Where there's honey there's bees,' and so any couple thinking of' going on a honeymoon trip should be careful or they are liable to get stung. Upon remembering that the Ladies' After- noon Tea Club were to give an entertainment that evening, I immediately set off for the theatre in which it was to be held. On my way I came across Samuel Dubinsky, a prominent merchant, who was going to the same place. From him I learned that Rebecca Wolk, Mar- ion Fernald, and Ellen Ryan were school teachers, and also that Martlia Ludden, Lena Sheer, and Mary Ryan worked in the Watch Factory. I At the entrance to the theatre, we purchased our tickets from Edith Bullock. As we came inside, Ingeborg Fredrickson, the pianist, was playing the Awakening of Spring, but be- fore she had finished awakening the spring, we were fast asleep. VVe did not wake up until lwarjorie Bacon sang Sleep Baby Sleepf, The Hodgkins sisters now performed an egg dance, but if the eggs were as bad as the dance they must have been ten years old. In the next act, which was called The Three Flowers, I perceived Violette Huguenin, Rose Mendel- sohn, and Daisy Dahl. I'm sorry to say it, but the truth is'that these three flowers were ar- tificially colored. The last on the program was Beatrice Willey, a reader. John Kimball, who sat in front of me turned around as soon as the curtain went down and shook hands with me. As my hand touched his the theatre began to fade from view. For an instant everything was dark, and then, when I came to, I found myself in a hospital, with Doctor John Albion Cottle Kimball holding on to my wrist. Around my bed stood three nurses, who were Alice Sawin, Julia Sherman and Edith Zimmer. 'Well, my man, said John, that banana truck came near finishing you. During the last nine hours you must have dreamt about some terrible monsters, for I never saw a man kick and make faces the way you did. He now gave me something to drink and in a few moments I was once more in dream- land.-Amen.