Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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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.

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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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THE MIRROR 103 HISTORY QF THE CLASS OF 1919 HANNAH ELIZABETH WEBSTER Four years ago saw the beginning of two momentous events-the great war was one, the class of 1919 was the other. Now both are almost at an end. The peace terms will soon be signed and in a few weeks our class will be graduated and demobilized. On a hot, cloudy morn-ing in early Septem- ber, almost four years ago, two hundred timid and somewhat nervous young children gath- ered on the steps of the old high school that had seen so many entering classes embark on their high school careers. The class of 1919 began its career more abruptly than former classes, since there was no real graduation for us at Asbury Temple, such as other classes be- fore us had always had, to help them to realize that they were at last through with grammar school and childish things. When the bell rang imperatively through the corridors we little children followed our elders to the assembly hall where the fortunate ones sank gratefully into seats and oblivion, while those who could not find seats stood, painfully conspicuous, along the sides of the hall. In due course of time the children were assigned to divisions and home-rooms, and at once proceeded to get acquainted with fellow freshmen and with the teachers. Some, indeed, became acquainted with their teachers even more rapidly than with their classmates, since they had to spend extra time with the teachers after school. The foot- ball games, with the freshmen cheering in true freshmen style and vigor, and the secret admir- ation of the popular football captain and his equally popular team, are the clearest recollec- tions ofthe freshman year. Who has forgotten the post-season game with Everett at Fenway Park, when we were so proud of our team that there was no sting in our 6-0 defeat? There were no freshman socials to brighten our gloomy days of study, but on the other hand, there were no class officials to harangue us for our possible lack of class spirit. In the spring the school turned out to Mr. Boyd's vaudeville given in behalf of The Mirror. All the boys particularly admired the remarkable female Caruso imported for the occasion, but after her last solo, Mamselle. Caruso took off her Wig, and lo, she was a boy! Not long after this ,Iune came, and without visible regret the freshmen left their freshmanship forever-if the teachers were sufficiently kind. Our sophomore year began during an epi- demic of infantile paralysis, and Room 16 was turned into a sort of quarantine where many a pupil spent a pleasant morning doing nothing but wait for the doctor to come and assure him that no germs lurked unawares. This year football was not as successful as usual. Many of our stars had gone out of our horizon entirely, and Mr. Dame had for- saken us the preceding spring, and departed to Lynn. In spite of the best efforts of Mr. Fradd, who proved to be the most popular member of the school while he was with us, we lost nearly as many games as we won. There was no mention of a post-season game, and we were almost convinced that our football career had reached the lamentable point where unfeeling people would speak of us as has-beensf' This year our class was formally organized, with the capable assistance of Mr. Burke. To establish a reputation for originality, and be- cause a little of freshman childishness still re- mained, the class broke all precedent and elect- ed a boy for vice-president instead of the cus- tomary girl. Herbert Starr was made our president and proved a wise choice. VVe were permitted one social this year, and the night our committee chose for the event was quite the stormiest one of the winter. Poor Miss Hall courageously started for the school, only to be disappointed, for her car was stalled in the snow, and after waiting half-an-hour for it to start again, she gave up and went home. lVIany others werefequally disappointed, but once at the school, the weather was forgotten. According to custom, the boys sat bashfully and firmly on one side of the hall while the girls sat hopefully and encouragingly on the other. But after the grand march and a stir- ring game of black and white the two sides became quite thoroughly mixed. At ten o'clock we were shooed out into the cold, cruel storm toward home. , VVith the coming of spring came the en-