Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 48 of the 1928 volume:

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AssETs S7,600,000.00 WALTHAM CO-OPERATIVE BANK 45 Moody Street 745 M I Va wr TABLE OF coNTENTs Qrahuatiun jaumhrr, 1928 Class History page 5 The Will of the Class of 1928 Class Prophecy Who's Who, 1928 Editorial Staff Editorials Class Statistics 9 10 28 30 51 32 'Mi T 'FS N' ' nu rf- M 1 flllllw ll AVDREY CLARK Clam Pflwff-P7'65Z.ff6QIf, .7928 w1 LL1AM PEPPER Class Prmzlifzzt, 1928 T'HE MIRROR 5 1928 Glass Eisturp September 9, l925. Who among us will ever forget that day? How could we forget the day we entered Vwvaltham High School? Of course everyone remembers the first day at 'Waltham High when we were called Hinsignificant sophs , and other uncomplignentary things by the revengeful Juniors and the lofty Seniors, who seemed to us to own the school. Some of us tried to appear unconcerned about going to high school and attempted to gain admis- sion before the eight o'clock bell, but v.e were brought down to earth with a thud in the midst of, Hey Soph, don't be too eager to get in. After waiting interminably, we were summoned to the auditorium. llt has since become the assembly hall.Q Half of us, in order not to miss anything, tried to grab the front seats, but we were doomed to disappointment and embarrassment because someone said, Sophomores to the rear, please. Mournfully we wended our way to the rear, and there thoroughly subdued, we sat in silence while the upper classes were assigned their rooms. At last ou' turn came. Wie were told the num'- ber of our roons and were also given instructions on how to find them. With those instructions we were turned loose. It was appalling to see how many could not follow di- rections properly. After much need- less wandering we found our dread- ed abode. There we were told to copy the day's program which was on the board. When the bell rang, we filed to our first class. There we were given books and assigned lessons. Can you imagine that? Lessons the first day in school! From the first day until Thanks- giving the boys devoted much of their time to football. The team, with the help of a few of our Soph- o.nore boys, had a good season, de- feating such teams as Concord Fitchburg, Haverhill, Lynn General Electric, Concord, N. H., Norwood, and Brockton. During the same time the girls did their bit in that rough game of warclubs- Field Hockey. Just before Thanksgiving, report cards were issued, and as Paine said, 'fThese are the times that try men's souls. Shortly after, the class held its first meeting in the assembly hall for the purpose of electing class officers. The officers chosen were: William Eilworthy, President, Kathryn Ja-- cobs, Vice President, Donald Pitcher. Secretary-Treasurer, Herbert Bailey, Auditor, and Marion Evans, Ath- letic Representative. During the winter months our friend, John L., had his hands full when he successfully coached the basketball and hockey teams to a winning season. The North Junior Gym was also used to good advan- tage by the girls. Then came our first social. Will we ever forget that night? Did we enjoy the games, dancing, and re- freshments? I'll say we did. 5 THE MIRROR VICTOR KJOSS Class Historian, 1928 THE MIRROR g 7 With the coming of report cards came also the call for baseball candi- dates. It was noticeable that the number of candidates dropped after the results of the cards became known. Nevertheless our Soph- omores helped the team. In May we began to feel im- portant. Why shouldn't we ? Weren't we allowed to choose our electives for the next year? More than one wished he might take gym or even shop in place of English. Soon the time came when we said good-bye to the Seniors. Most of us pretended, at least, to be sorry. wished them all good luck, but deep down in our hearts most of us did not have too much lovefor those lofty Seniors with their uncompli- mentary remarks. A few days later we too were released from our stud- ies. The jolly, carefree days of sum- mer soon passed, and autumn saw us once more brought back to the fold. We 'were now the revengeful Juniors, and we found the greatest pleasure in calling the members of the incom- ing class infants . Prior to the opening of school the boys began football practice. This year the team had the most success- ful season since Jack himself car- ried the ball. The team won the State Championship with no defeats and only one tie. Of course much of the success in the line was due to the defense contributed by our Junior boys. As usual the girls had their fun at field hockey. At a meeting in the assembly hall we elected our class officers. Our new officers were: William Ell- worthy, President, Audrey Clark, Vice Presidentg Mildred Sibley, Secretary-Treasurer, Rudolph Sund- quist, Auditorg Roger Smith, Ath- letic Representative, and Marion Evans, Alternate Representative. Later we chose our class colors and motto. Our colors are powder blue and white, while the motto which we are to take with us is Esse Quam Videri CTO Be' Rather Than To Seemj. As the winter months came and went the boys and girls played bas- ketball. A school hockey team was again organized. Later with the coming of spring the call for base- ball candidates was sent forth by Mr. Leary. At lastiour long expected' social came. It was in the form of a Poverty Party. This was a huge success because of the novelty of the idea. Practically everyone was dressed in old clothes. A good time was had by all. Before the year had a chance to come to a close, we gave what was fin our opinion at leastj the best re- ception ever given to Seniors, not be- cause we loved them so, but because we were glad that they were going out into the cruel, cruel world. An- other reason was that it is a time- honored custom to show this courtesy to the graduating class. For this gala occasion Nuttings was most ar- tistically decorated with our colors and motto. In respect to the Seniors their colors and motto were conspicu- ously displayed. Just to be differ- ent, the evening was not opened with the customary speeches by the two Class Presidents, but was devoted en- tirely to dancing. The boys in their blue coats and white Hannels and the girls in their evening gowns of vari- ous hues presented a sight not to be soon forgotten. The dance floor held no attractions for some youthful couples, who in search of romance filled the back porch to capacity. The evening passed altogether too soon to suit us. Shortly before midnight we turned our steps homeward with the feeling that our Junior Prom was 8 THE MIRROR the most delightful occasion of our social life. It was not long after the Prom that the school year closed, with the lucky Seniors, as usual, getting out .a few days earlier than the rest of us. Thus ended our second year. Before we were aware of it, we were again back in the harness. Seniors in Waltham High! Was that sweet music to our ears? And how! Were we not the highest class in the school? You may all rest as- sured that we made the lower classes feel who carried the dignity of the school. A . . To see Captain 'cRed', Wright lead his warriors on the gridiron was certainly an inspiring sight. Al- though the boys did not fill the State Champion shoes, they certainly played remarkably well considering the great handicap in the form of light weight. For the last time the Class gath- ered for the purpose of electing its of- ficers. The final officers are: Wil- liam Pepper, President, Audrey Clark, Vice President, Herbert Bail- ey, Secretary, Paul Winterhalter, Treasurer, Walter Arnold, Auditor, and Ernest Red Wright, Athletic Representative. Later Jarvis Farley was elected Chairman of the Senior Dance Committee. On the evening of Decenber 16, 1927, you couldhave found us at Nuttings'-on-the-Charles. For this occasion the committee had decorated the hall very prettily. With the beginning of cold weather, 'cJack prepared to organ- i7e a school hockey team. Besides coaching a hockey team that had an even season fno, not even,-worsej, John L. had to run a program of in- terclass basketball games. This about turned gray the few remaining hairs on his head. In January we elected a Senior Play Committee headed by Herbert Bailey. They chose the play Thank You , a comedy in three acts, and shortly before the February recess, Miss Chapman held tryouts for the parts. The lucky ones rehearsed faithfully, and onthe two nights of March 23 and 24 the play was pre- sented to appreciative audiences that filled the South ,Junior High School Auditorium. This spring the boys held the first few baseball practices Cand they were very fewy on the lot behind the school. 1 . VVhile the season was progressing, we turned our attention to class pic- tures. Several samples were sub- mitted. The class voted to give its order to Purdy's of Boston. Soon came the last social event in our high school career. We were the guests at the Junior Promenade given by the class of 1929. Their reasons for giving it were ,probably the same as ours. This class fol- lowed the precedent set by our class and devoted the entire evening to dancing. We returned home with the feeling that the Prom given by the class of '29 equalled our own. Now as we are about to enter the cold, cold world, our thoughts turn back to the deeds we have done in the past. - All of them, probably, were not done so well as others would have them done, but they were al- ways done to the best of our ability. Now let us face the future, and as we go forth let us strive to work and live by our motto, T0 Be Rather' Than To Seem. ' V 2 T VICTOR Kjoss, '28 THE MIRROR 9 The Will of the Class 0f1928 'We, the members of the Class of 1928 of Waltham High School, be- ing of sound body and mind do make this our last will and testament, thereby declaring to be null and void all previous documents and co-dicils. We bequeath to Mr. Hollis a new and complete set of electrical appa- ratus to be used to unbalance the equilibrium of the present junior class. To Miss Clement we leave an in- dividual refrigerator, that she may shiver by herself, and that the junior class may study in the warmth of closed windows. To Mr. Ward we leave a working plan for a happy school, in which the arrangements for extra-curricu- lar activities shall be quite satisfac- tory, although in the happy school of Mr. 'Ward's dreams, the major subjects would be said extra-curri- cular activities. We leave Mr. Ward permission to direct as many clubs as he may see Ht, the purpose of which clubs shall be the facilita- tion of English work in the class- room. This movement should be very popular with the kiddies. To Miss Spencer we bequeath a more intelligent class in geometry, so that the excuses for unprepared work may be more original. To Mr. Hodge we leave a note- book in which to inscribe expressions as he hears them, in order that the old ones may have a rest. To Miss Pratt we respectfully be- queath a Doomsday Book to hold the na nes of Whisperers in her classes. Since the best basketball team is graduating, we leave Miss Sewall a new set of champions.. Although the gift was made before our demise, we hereby recognize the bequest to Mr. Burke of a successor to Mrs. Faulkner. To Mr. Rounds we leave the priv- ilege of liberating all seniors study- ing in his classes, from candy, gum, and other edibles. To Bliss Darmody, by virtue of her recent performance, we leave a contract with Cecil B. De Mille as star in any play she may choose. To Mr. Kimball we leave one hundred well-sharpened pencils to pass around to the members of his class who come unprepared. To Miss Rigby we leave a noisy class, for her life has been too easy with a commercial class that refuses to whisper even in the absence of a teacher. To Miss Burgess we leave a His- tory of Art class whose zeal for the subject shall be less than ours, for the ardor with which we have pur- sued the study must be the cause of her disgust at the end of a class. As we have noticed how steadily Miss Marcher and Mrs. Cleary can talk, we leave a phonograph, supplied with library lectures and English lec- tures respectively. We make this bequest in an effort to save a great deal of breath. We leave Miss Hall a little auto- matic jarvis to look up words in the dictionary. Having thus generously enriched our teachers, we now pass to the gen- eral bequests to the junior class. Since, after personal observation, we have decided that the junior class is amply supplied with brains, and also that we cannot spare ours, we 10 THE MIRROR have decided not to bequeath those brains, but to retain them for future use. On the other hand, we do leave the hard-boiled attitude of the senior class to its successors. They will need it in their bouts with Milton and Virgil. Knowing the need in 'Waltham High School of text-books on the sub- ject,'we leave to the junior class a -carefully edited volume of the his- tory of Lincoln, Massachusetts, in- cluded in its pages to be the-hour for icurfew, the last train back to Wal- tham, and the walking distance in case the train leaves early. Last of all, we leave the junior class most optimistic hopes for a new school. After thus remembering those we leave behind, we can only say, God save the Commonwealth of Massa- chusetts! y In witness whereof we have set our hand and seal this fifteenth day of June, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and twenty- eight. JEAN HUGIJES, '28. Class Prophecy May I .open-inaugurate, so to speak-my little offering in a news- paper office? And in Indiana? Of course, I understand that such pro- cedure is a bit out of the ordinary. 'The stock setting for all worth- while prophecies is either in one's breakfast-room., on the public high- way, or in the lobby of some second- class hotel. However, I hope la di- gression may prove acceptable, and, anyway, I've always had a penchant for newspaper offices: they're so ro- mantic-and Indiana is the state that so heartily rallied 'round the G. O. P. banner by endorsing Hoover. So, with your kind permission and leni- ent, forbearing attention, 'tis in a newspaper office in an Indiana small town that my story opens. I was sitting at my desk .in the northwest-by-west corner of the ten- by-eight editorial room, endeavoring to render into readable literature an arid account of a recent funeral. After an hour of unremitting per- spiration, during which aqueous pe- riod I had completely inundated the desk top and the heterogeneous col- lection of unaccepted literary gems thereupon, I had finally reached the part 'where I disclose to the reader the identity of the corpse's sister on his father's side, when my old--not literally, of course-friend and lit-- erary advisor, Eunice 0,C!air, am- bled over to my desk. Eunice, incidentally and by the way, holds the only sinecure of the otherwise well-managed establish-- ment. She, ladies and gentlemen, tri- umphantly executes the arduous du-- ties of society editor! Grasp it, class- mates, grasp it if you can-'society editor on a penny scandal sheet in a town of eleven hundred misguided souls! Society editor! VV ith Eunice's kind permission, I' will regale you with a choice extract from her Society Items column: Little Miss Marjorie Webber, charming offspring of the recent Fiske-Webber union, cut her first bi-A cuspid this morning. Congratula- tions, Doris and Donald! Well, as I was saying, ere I de- THE MIRROR 11 gressed--friend Eunice sauntered over to my desk, draped a trim, silk- stockinged nether extremity over the corner thereof, and informed me that the city editor wished to see me. Interviews with that Great Mo- gul, the city editor, are a rarity and an occasion to remember. I say a rarity, because he is generally closeted with his very private secre- tary, Dorothy Dart, with the In conferencew sign on the door. And I say an occasion to remem- ber, because the last time he wished to see men, it was to give me a dif- ficult assignment. Even the city editor himself admitted it was diffi- cult. Well, sir, it was difHcult. Seems that somehow or other, two pugnaciously-inclined prize-fighters, Ralph Nelson and Ludwig Mossberg, had been indulging in an altercation as to who was to take Helen Byam, the chorus lady who put Bemis on the map, to the Penny Arcade. The affair had all the earmarks of termi- nating in a rugged catch-as-catch-can back-woodsman style of combat un- til the question of purse arose. Neither cauliflower-eared leather- pusher would consent to co nmit may- hem on the person of his brother traydesman 'till a sufficient stipend should be advanced to remunerate the belligerent for such sundry abra- sions as he should chance to receive. 'Well, affairs were taking on peace- ful aspects once more, and the town police force, John Cassidy, was jack- ing up a wilted trouser leg prepara- tory to leaving the scene, when some misguided philanthropist-I've a sneaking suspicion it was Herbert Bailey, the Mauling lylethodist, and a one-round pugilist of note, laid a bank-note on the side-walk. It was upon the resultant mob scene that I was supposed to report. I've often wondered who got the other part of the five spot. Bly half is no good. I see I have digressed once more. Pardon it, I beg of you. Let's see-I was supposed to see the city editor, wasn't I? Well, as I rapped, albeit a bit timidly on the sacred portals, Dorothy-I still call her Dorothy-blushingly removed the deceitful In conference sign, and bade me enter. Like all good editors, Mr. Farley -for of course it could be no other- ignored my entrance for a few mo- ments, to allow me time to become- as he fondly thought I would-a bit nervous, as some reporters do. You know the way they are-timid, bash- ful, and all that. I wasn't nervous a bit, just a little curious and afraid of being assigned to cover another mob scene. After I had cleared my throat a few times, sort of suggesting in a gentle way that I was there, Jarvis wheeled around in his padded swivel chair and regarded me with friendly eyes. I don't like people looking at me in that kindly, patronizing fash- ion. I resent it. Do you believe in life after death ? .Iarve is like that-always bursting out with some unexpected, unanswerable conundrum. Now it happens that I do believe in' life after death, most firmly. All my folks have, from way back. But it seemed hard to tell Jarve, A-b- un-er-H c'That's what I thought. fstill in that kindly, patronizing tonej Now, Horack, get this-, I want an edi- torial on the life after death ques- tion. Life after death , he repeated patiently, as tho' talking to an in- fant. Life after death. Good day. .Iarve is like that. Abrupt. To- the-point. Clapping my last year's Fedora to its common seat, I left the newspa- per oH3ces. Editorial writing! My big chance had come! Why, when 12 THE MIRROR my life after death editorial was im- mortalized in print, I would be fa- mous. Big newspaper syndicates from Waverley and Roberts would bid for my services-Iid be rich, rich and famous. But first to get some material on the subject in question. Being a gentleman of extremely high intellectual qualities, I didn't immediately rush pell-mell to the library. No, not me. I sat down on a convenient car track and viewed the situation calmly. Life-after death. That has to do with spiritualism, spiritualism with religiong religion with a minister. Of course! Seek out a minister! Norman Wright'5 palatial resi- dence was just across the street, so I heaved myself to my feet, prepar- atory to dashing over to Normis in quest of ecclesiastical assistance and perhaps a glass of Norm's home brewed cherry cordial. That's as far as I got. I glimpsed, almost on top of me, and about to sit heavily upon me, the gigantic behemothically-propor- tioned lines of a common street car. I had just reached as far as-- down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul- when It happened. As in a dream I heard hurried, ex- cited voices. Then a blank. Then in another dream, I felt a tape meas- ure being drawn tightly about my chest, and being extended from my forehead to my largest pedal digit. lNIutterings of Hard pine. Plush lining. Bronze handles. Sad, very sad, but good business. I was in the ruthless hands of a certain tow-headed, bespectacled lad who had always averredhe would get me. He did. For a few years after my death I ghosted about the world, flitting to and fro and hither and yon, concern- ing myself chiefly with Europe and Asia, South America, Alaska, Au- stralia, and the South Sea Islands- particularly the latter. Honestly, itis fun being a ghost. A real honest-to-goodness dyed-in-the-wool ghost that has spooked about for a few years or so soon learns how to spirit himself about, from hither to yon and back again. ' He learns how to walk thru, walls, to rap on tables, and to put over all those ghostly ac- complishments at which the average mortal scoffs. By talking with a few casual ghost acquaintances I learned that we dead folks had to amuse ourselves somehow for a few thousand years or so 'til Judgment Day, when all the ghosts and spooks and shades and what-not will rally 'round Saint Peter to be assigned our last homes- heavenly or otherwise. Nell, as I was saying, I ghosted around Europe and Asia for a few years after my funeral-which was, by the way, the best I ever attended- and learned the knack of walking thru' doors and walls, and rocking tables, and all that sort of lore that every accomplished, self-respecting ghost should know. Then one day-I remember I was attending an opera in Paris-I -felt the urge to return to the place of my nativity. I had sickened of all things foreign, I was homesick. Europe had palled, and Waltham called. Suiting action to thought, I spirited myself to the Home of the Waltham Watch. Waltham had thrived during- and not because of-my absence. In place of our antiquated, venerable alma mater stood a modern, ten- storied brown stone-fronted architect- ural triumph covering approximate- ly thirty acres of Massachusetts soil. THE MIRROR 13 It was while visiting some of our old fiends-friends, I mean-the faculty, that I first heard of the Re- union Dance for the Class of 1928. I overheard Mildred Sibley, newly installed professoress of the King's English, telling Stuart Dexter Qwho by the Way, expects to graduate al- most any year nowj that practically the entire Class of 1928 expected to attend. One of the features of the function, Mildred told Stuart, 'was that all the classmates would appear clothed in the habiliments of their professions. For instance,ia painter would wear his paint clothes, a work- man his workclothes, an undertaker his under-and so on. Being aloyal classmate, even tho' not concrete or material, I resolved to attend the function. i Dk bk P24 Ski The evening of the Reunion was warm and moonlit-just such an evening as we enjoyed at the last Senior Dance. Nuttings-Qstillj-on- the-Charles-River-Bank scintillated with diamond-like splendor from the light of a myriad borrowed Chinese lanterns. The syncofpatant, tantaliz- ing strains ofrso-called music pro- duced by Wesley Lanrinfs Super- Special Six Orchestra. CPianist- Ronald Burkes, cornet --Nathan Kaplan, clarinet-Edwin Pratt, sax and flute-Ellery Clark,.harmonica- fan! Noonan, and drums-Pat Ryan. I pluralize drums because Pat',, forgetting the dynamo in- cased in his hawser-like bicepts ruins on the average, six drums per nightj. This group of symphonians is famed from Mattapan to South Boston- inclusively. They owe a lot to Patls enthusiastic drumming. As I say, Wesley's orchestra was there to do its noblest or expire try- ing. Lanterns illuminated the elab- orately-bedecked hall. All was per- fect. But who wants to dance with a ghost? The affair was gayly gala. The weirdest of costumes mingled and blended, hesitatingly at first, and then with added assurance, with the ministerial robes of the pulpit, with barristers' conservative greys, and with the radical hues of the dandy. As I have remarked elsewhere, everyone appeared in the dress of his chosen vocation. Painters wore their paint clothes, workmen their work clothes, and so on. But even so, I firmly believe that Paul Wentwortli was carrying the thing too far when he appeared clad in a suit of pink and green striped B. V. D's. Forgetting that my corporial con- struction would not permit it, I asked Marion Evans, who was tastefully attired in a billowing pair of gym bloomers-and a middy, of course- for the first dance. In reply to my soundless petition, !Marion rudely walked through me, into the arms of a hoe-common garden variety. The hoe was Frederick Butler, and that was Fredls way of informing his classmates that the breeding, raising, and propagation of yellow horse-shoe violets was his life work. I was a bit surprised, and, I con- fess, a bit more frightened, when 7 beheld a weird-looking monkey wrench with appendages-namely, one head, two arms, and a pair of pedal extremities-dashing madly about over the floor. Knowing Lloyd Cail'.r' failing as I' do, however, I realized that the harmless lad only intended to tell his fellow mates that the adjustment of faulty Chevrolet Carburetors filled his faznily coffers.. The three Lincolnites--need. I name them ?-Eva Johanson, Mary Maeffsfeill, and Caroline Seeekts, wore principally a look that was lean. hungry, and expectant, that look, you know, that is so common among cho- 14 p THE MIRROR rus girls, which the trio undoubted- ly were. Three twenty-eighters, Paul TVinterlzalter, IValter Arnold, and Harold Leoison, altho' being nabobs of the highest order, followed the Lincoln trio about with hopeful dog- gedness. It's strange how badly some people want to spend money up- holstering the interiors of poor, un- dernourished ladies of the chorus. Allan Robertson was there, of course. The most prominent fea- tures of Allan's get up were: first, a huge, all-enveloping garrison belt, and, second, numerous horseshoe- shaped bruises. The Army, especial- ly the Cavalry branch, has ruined many more good men too. Norman Slaytorfs all-enveloping checkered kitchen apron was easily the brightest oasis in a desert of col- or. Besides the apron, Norm wore a patient hang-dog expression and a half-grown fuzzy mustache, in its earliest stages of growth. Leaning heavily upon this gentleman's good right arm was Louise Carney Slay- ton, which was as it should be. The fact that Louise bore a triumphant smile and a ready-to-wield rolling Din-well, that was not as it should be. However, I can imagine that the Slayton family is one of these ideal unions wherein both parties have really lived happily ever after. A long life and very few grocery bills to 'emi As a companion to Lloyd's monkey wrench outfit appeared a Stilson wrench regalia, amply filled with James Gannon, Waltham's premier plumber. If Jimmy forgets his tools as he used to forget his books-Y Esther Kyle and Eileen Haralyrnan really shouldn't have worn their cos- tumes at all-I mean they should have worn something else. Their costumes were dead give-aways. A cardboard bottle, large enough to cover the person from neck to knee- permitting, of course, an occasional turning of the head and unhampered genuflection-marked on the label with the skull and crossbones and a few x's. But really, I know some very respectable, home-loving, fam- ily-raising bootleggers and bootleg- geresses, and you couldn't ask for better people. Pauline Jolznson was there too. I imagine her profession was difficult to portray by the average costumer, so she just wore her mane long and mildly flowing, as is the style of all aspiring musicians. Deep circles un- der Pauline's eyes testified to the as- siduity with which she plied her trade. She'll be a violinist yetg wait and see. The hot-dog concession had been secured by Henry Zelinetsky, the Hot Dog King of America, who knows all about matters concerning edibles, if not digestibles. King Henry was do- ing a flourishing business, as the mustard streaks on the chins and whiskers of numerous classmates testified. ' His Lordship's wares tempted Er- nest W'right, who was dressed as a nationally-nay-internationally fa- mous knight of the rod and rail would be dressed. Ernie, as usual, was canvassing among his class- mates, bumming-I mean soliciting- dimes with which to purchase His Royal Highness's roll-frankfurt- and mustard combination. Jack Libby was attired as in em- inently successful pianist, organist, and socialist should be-4a scarlet cape, French beret, long, uncut hair, and passionate eyes fyou girls know the kindl. Yessir, Jack cut quite a figure. He played the organ in the Old something-or-other-in Boston. lVIy attention was attracted to the ornately decorated figure of a youth who appeared to the naked eye as having attained, and celebrated, say, THE MIRROR HORACE TAPPLY Class Prophet, 1928 16 THE MIRROR his eleventh or twelfth birthday. Alberzf Marsliall's costume consisted of several dozen dart-pierced hearts pinned haphazardly over his diminu- tive person. A breaker of hearts is Al. Ever since his High School days he has been the same way. Doctors and alienists entertain little hope for the lad. Poor All After a few warming-up dances, the master of ceremonies, David No- lan, lblaint Vitusls protege and ri- vall announced that a few novelty nsrnbers would ensue. In th: first number lVilliain Pep- per, dressed in the costume of a court jester and wearing a facial expres- sion sognewhat similar to Will Rogers came out, and executed a few dance steps CThey should have been executed ere thisj. He also rendered a few modern song hits, such as Darlin' Nellie Gray, The Cat Came Back, and other gems of con- temporary vintage. Then Willyum regaled his auditors with a brand new line of snappy jokes. l'Who,,' asked Billy of himself, 'fwas that lady you were with last night C? f'That lady, Pep replied serious- ly, that lady was no lady. That lady was my w-. A rush of classmates, the opening of a door, a loud splash, a gurgling, and Mr. Nolan announced the second act. Edward Fay and Carl Frederick- son, the Two True Blue Bluebirds , presented a-er-humorous dialogue. Carl and Eddie had been touring the country, it seems, and had garnered a whole mess--used advisedly-of snappy, sappy conundrums. These, they ventured to hope, would put the preceeding-er- comedian to shame, if in his present damp state he was capable of such sentiments. How do you know, queried Ed- die of Carl, 'cthat the moon is made of green cheese CZ Because, responded Carl prompt- ly, I'm a sea and I've been to sail'er. I mean I'm a sailor, and I've been to see. A tense silence settled over the audience. Then another rush, a few excited cries, two separate splashes- and the Charles had claimed its third victim. The next act was a revue. A bevy of Waltham girls under the appella- tion Digjield's Dolly Girls had just finished an extensive tour of the world. They had appeared and tripped the airy fantastic before such dignitaries as King George, Premier Mussolini, and an appreciative audi- ence at the world-famous sailors' dive, Moulin Rouge. They had consented to perform at the Reunion Dance because many of them were Class of Twenty-eighters. . Among their number I noticed Mil- dred Borden, Helen Cornett, Priscilla Marshall, Marie Lawson, and Mariel Brown. The solo parts were dele- gated to Constance Bolio, another twenty-eighter who will long be re- membered. Connie had shown her talent at an early and tender age. While Digfield's Dollies were per- spiringly imitating the light-footecl Saint Vitus, I wandered about the hall, searching for more familiar faces. I found, tucked snugly in one bad- ly illuminated corner, Joannci Bry- den and Joy .MacLean, both deep in the throes of composition. Joy was assiduously chewing the less import- ant end of her pencil, racking her be-muddled thinker for a word to rhyme with uvioletn. I couldn't help her any. Joanna, however, was writing rap- idly, to keep pace with her racing thoughts. A poetess without peer is Joanna. I wish them both a long life and vocabularies consisting of THE MIRROR 17 innumerable euphoniously similar words. In another corner I ran across Charles Logan, Harold Diirhin, John Whalen, Harold Rines and Howard Marshall arguing vocifer- ously and heatedly over the day's stock market results. Stockbrokers, millionaires, these lads, true products of Waltham High. A long life to them also, and may Brass Door- knobs, Inc., reap for them much kale and lucre. A rather diminutive person clad in Boy Scout raiment and carrying a silvery trumpet, a scout knife, a length of clothes-line, and an emer- gency kit- walked nonchalantly thru' me without so much as a by-your- leave. Paul Ross -ofcourse, roving about in search of a good turn to -turn. An honor to his class is Paul. Never will his name be linked up with the unsavory. A long life and innumerable good-turn opportuni- ties to him l ' I honestly hate to tell this about Kathryn Jacobs, but I must. Kay was dressed simply-simply stun- ningly! Knowing Miss .Iacob7s one ambition, I at once knew that she was a real society lady. And this is the part I hate to tell-Kathryn was looking for a man! 'S a fact. Any eligible gentleman with sufhcient coins and bills and cheque books and bank accounts and automobiles and city houses and country houses and good looks and so on would satisfy Kathryn. I wondered if she would iind her soul mate at the Reunion. Ye Nabobs, beware l By this time Digf1eld's Dolly Girls had perspired their last drop of per- spiration, and had left the hall for a dip in the Charles. Came the next, and, incidentally and fortunately, the last act. Trapeze performers - Heaven smile upon 'eml First Jean Hughes swung daringly out over the heads of the audience, then back again to catch Ruth Peterson, then the two swung out, and back again, to catch Ethel Livermore. Over the pates Qmany of them baldy of the thrilled audience wavered the three, and back again, to pick up the fourth per- for.ner, Frances Daley. They caught her all right, but some where a cog slipped, and the quartette swung far over the audience-too far over the audience-and out thru' the open door into the Charles. A splash-a cry--two cries in fact-a sickened silence on the part of the audience- and Wes Laurin's Orchestra, with great presence of mind, struck up an alluring waltz, and the ill-fated four were forgotten. Once more I commenced my invis- ible promenading about the hall, in search of familiar faces. Lillian Smith, Bertha Berman, Re- becca Cushinshy, and Sarah Kron- garaf were wearing severe, tailored business suits of the female kick- pleated variety. You know the kind -mannish and all that. Business ladies they were, stenographers, sec- retaries, and what-not. The kind of positions where they either marry the bossls son or become corners in Eternal Triangle cases. A couple of our diamond lumin- aries who have since their high school days turned professional were there, wearing the striped regalia of their profession-James Harrigan, short- stop supreme of the Waverley Won- ders and Arthur Cojjfin, who chases flies for the Lincoln Town Team. Our alma mater has certainly turned out good stuff. One of the greatest surprises of my evening was when I ran across Victor Kjoss, be-spectacled and scholarly, morosely moping about the hall carrying a large leather-encased quarto under his arm. Over Vic's is TUHE MIRROR left ear reposed one fountain pen, three pencils, and one eraser. I guessed that being Class Historian had gone to the lad's head, and that he had taken up history-writing as a profession. At the time he was en- gaged in writing a complete history of the thriving municipality of Au- burndale. Albert Spessozfti, as would be ex- pected, was a business man. His bald head, bandy legs, general corpu- lence and apparent opulence were not to be mistaken. Meet the foun- der of the Horne for Decrepit Ofhce Girls-the lad who can always be depended upon for a dinner, a lunch- eon, a show, a party, a dance-any- thing. Reliable Al! And Carolyn Gibbs! ought to keep this about Cal to my- self, but it's my duty to expose her. All you classmates know what hopes we had for her-a chorus girl, keeper of a night club, a cabaret dancer- but no, I'm sorry to say, Cal has surprised and even disappointed many of us. The young lady who was no longer so young sat sedately in one corner, quietly working an embroidery design on a pair of green silk Suspenders. 'Tis a hard cross for the Class to bear, but bear it we must. Amy Dunaler was the same way. She sat with Carolyn knitting a pair of woolen wristers for the gallant lads who are working so tirelessly and ceaselessly catching young pa- pooses in the distant frozen North. It's people like Amy that keep them working even in the face of constant danger and hardship. Everywhere one special outfit dom- inated: Brown leather helmets, jack- ets of the same material, riding breeches and leather puttes-the aviator's warm attire. Lindberghs were everywhere. The first I noticed was George Keane whose lifelong I really ambition had been realized. Francis Houston, John Thomas, PVilliam Milligan and Alalo Minotti-daunt- less bird-men, everyone. I noticed that the leather-clad eagles were the more popular with the-er-weaker sex. No wonder the air is getting so traf- fic-congested. Never mind, ladies, you can't walk back from an aeroplane ride. . Frea' Biehforaf wore the duster and absorbed air of a chemist. Under the careful coaching of an esteemed member of the faculty,-Fred had at- tained the high position of head chemist in the bean department in Heinz,s establishment. It is Fred who is responsible for the high grade beans we are nowpgetting. Marjorie Yezften and Irene Ulbham wore the costumes of princesses or queens or some other rank of nobil- ity-maybe duchesses or countesses. Both young ladies had married young and well, and were now happy living on their estates in By Gravia or Lapvia or some such foreign land. Another popular uniform, besides the Lindbergh one was the trim blue of the West Point cadet. Four of our classmates, Tony Caminiti, George LaRosee, Arthur Holmes, and Thomas Connerney, proudly strutted about, peacock fashion, as though asking those assembled to pause amid the revelry and admire their fine feathers. An everlasting honor to his class is each of the, val- iant chaps. As in all functions of this nature, policeipatronage, or, in this case, matronage, was customary. Two brawny damsels, tricked out in the darlingest of police uniforms-skirts, be-feathered, be-fruited, and be- flowered helmets, and button-up boots of the ankle-covering variety, super- vised festivities. In the north end of the hall, with arms akimbo and bright eyes roving, was Carmela THE MIRROR 19 Giordano. Opposite her, at the southern extremity, was posted the ever-vigilant Charlotte Gannon. Get- ting full benefit of the eastern ex- posure was Alice DeCoste, chieftain- ess of the force. Under such pro- tection the land of the free and the home of the brave is safe from all harm. A pair of bookish-looking individ- uals, Margaret Maurer and Gladys Davis, had been slowly strolling about the hall all the evening, cir- cumnavigating it no less than ump- steen or bumpsteen times. They were deeply engrossed in the interest- ing, fascinating, exciting topic of whether banana oil was best when used as a liniment to massage the backs of books, or when used as a paste to make a reader stick to his subject. Alice Kennedy, who was, as well as were the above pair, a libra- rian, broke in and settled the ques- tion by stating that banana oil is most effective when heaved into the river and ordinary paste substituted instead. Harriet Cox was pestering the dancers by stopping the gyrating couples and asking them persuasive- ly if they wished to take out a few insurance policies. Long hours in aninsurance office had addled her head sadly. However, Harriet was the harmless type of lunatic, so she was permitted to mingle freely with her former classmates. And Nowell Goldberg! Poor Goldy, how he had deteriorated! By bits which I picked up here and there during the so newhat hectic evening, I learned that he was one of those beloved College Board Examiners- you know. His propagandun was that all questions begin- Express your opinion on the following :-- Tough on the correctors! ,cause an opinion's an opinion, say what you will. Hurray for Goldie! L nder one of the lights that illum- inated tae festive scene sat two-er- artists. Two be-s.nocked daubers, Jasan zlfleyer and Ruth Underhill sluatted before their easels doing their r-,orst-very worst-to depict the scene before them. They were liberaely smeared with paint, Susan's nose was a grassy shade of green, whi e R1th's proboscus had attained a pasty yel-ow hue. I know not whether Susan had, in some distract- ed moment, tried to scratch her head with her paint brush, but anyway, it certainly looked as though Susan's painting had gone to her head. A typical absent-minded professor was George Rosyhach. In his good right hand he carried a patched-up butterfly net, and in his left xx as an open book, which was held within two inches of the 'tip of his nose. This George was reading with ab- sorption, all the while wandering ai mess y about, bu.nping into dan- cers and spectators, absently mun- bling an excuse, and pro-nptly car- oming off towards another pair of dancers. Shades of Mr. Kimball! Another interesting example of how our classmates have deteriorat- ed: Two demure, severely-dressed young ladies were ambling arm-in- arn about the hall, talking in low undertones. Being interested, of course, I spirited myself after them, and perched me on the head of one of the pair, to listen in on their con- versation: 'L-and I says to the canni- bal chief, I says, says I- They were Missionaries! And saints above, below, and in between! The soul savers were Marjorie Hoskins and Dorothy Teele! I bet it's great fun being a cannibal. Now when the arrival of Ruth Kennedy made their duet a trio, I was not surprised. Ruth was cut out for a missionary. But when she com- menced a vigorous and well-executed 1 ERNESTK VVRIQHT C!a,s!v' AfhZetiC!R.Egbre5entatiUe, 1928 RUDOLPH -SUNQUIST Class Auditor, 1928 .,- , THE MIRROR 21 Charleston, I was. The world is made up ofsurprises. Eleanor Totten was dressed-er dressed-you help me out and imag- ine for yourself how a children's nurse would be dressed. Perhaps the print of small dirty fingers on a not overly-clean apron, safety pins, whistles, tops, and divers pieces of sticky candy artfully concealed about the person-just a case of using your imagination. As would be expected, Eleanor had seduced or coerced or maybe forced her bosom friend, Eleanor Magoon, to enter the same profession, if profession it is. Elean- or the Second wore a tired harassed look, but that's probably because shels the type that would spare the rod. I wager none of Eleanor the First's children spoiled for want of good sound chastisement. Just between you and me, Ivhave a sneaking suspicion that Marjorie M acN eil's senior play triumph went to her head, and stayed there. And not only that, but she, like Eleanor the First, beguiled an otherwise per- fectly proper young lady to join her-Ruth PVlialen. Actresses! Those wicked individuals referred to who wear extre ne, radical, silken cloth- ing. And I can remember Ruthie to be-b the kind of girl you could take home and introduce to your proud parents and maiden aunt and still get your weekly allowance. Ah, me, the lure of the footlights! ' In one corner 'Qsurprising how many people are tucked away in cor- nersj I ran across a group of young ladies animatedly discussing beauty culture. Seems there were lots of beauty culturists from our class. There was Susan Sibley, who used to worry so much over her coiffure, and Lorraine Downing, who used to pes- ter her classmates so much asking them if her lips were on straight, Natalie Mosher, whose pink, shell- like ears caused her so much loss of sleep because of their tendency to pro- trude, and Olga Larson,whosemilky- I mean milk-white, complexion was both the envy and pride of the school. There, I thought that was all, but it isn't. Edna Finney was there too. The part of the female physiognomy in which Edna specialized was the temple. Edna's temples are univer- sally considered the best developed, best proportioned, most expressive temples. anywhere around. Men nev- er notice such things, but much beau- ty lies latent in the female visages ab-out us. I may mention the beauty of our female friends, the dancing talent, the dramatic ability, and so on, but I really must pause a moment on the physical development question. Why, our school has turned out Goliathsl Mercuries! Samsons! Take Eleanor Childs, for instance, clad just as she is in bloomers and middy. A veritable he-woman! Twists iron bars, binds horseshoes, opens hermetically sealed sardine cans-a wonderful girl. And Doro- tlzy Taylor is another. Her chief ac- complishment is managing' a way- ward husband. And she's got that down to a science! And Elna An- derson- there's a marvelous speci- men of verile womanhood! Cranks the family Ford Qpre-1928 varietyy, stokes the family fire, and earns the family food. A woman of the ages, no less. Gertrude Main is anot'her. Teaches discus-heaving in the School for the Muscle-Bound. They use a man hole cover for a discus. But then, remember she is a graduate of Waltham High. It must be in the blood. Our Alma Mater has turned out some of the bloodiest athletes of the century. Already have I dwelt overly long on the prowess of our ladies of the so-called gym. 22 'THE MIRROR There were two fellows there that the still-vigilant female cops should have evicted from the hall. Maybe they were lenient-or timid, I dunno. But these two were really too boister- ous. Two sun-tanned heeled and spurred cowboys with hair pants on were gallivantin' about the hall, oc- casionally uncorking a wicked-look- ing twenty-two pistol and discharg- ing the firearm carelessly into the air. And once, when I was floating about near the ceiling I actually felt one shot drill thru' me. Of course, it didn,t hurt much, but itis the idea of the thing. Why, I might have been killed! Who were the dairy- men? Robert Meactoa's and Earle Harvey. I heard they had their bucking Fords outside, saddled, bri- dled, cranked, and champing at the bit rarin' to go back where men are men. At the rather discourteous request of the female coppers, the cow- chasers beat a hasty exit, onsthreat of an indefinite incarceration at theilo- cal hoose-gow, and I once more took -up my 'sight-seeing trip' about the hall. it . - A gentleman clad in the regal, sombre habiliaments of a common butler, Fifth Avenue variety, strange- ly attracted my attention. It was Mayheni Angiig. All his youthful ambitions to be President, a senator., or at fireman had gone Hooey, and he had been forced to 'buttle for his breadt ' - Walking with Mayhew was Gosta Zanelen, who was dressed in the grey livery of the common chauffeur. The pair were arguing as to should take the parlor maid to a coming Hifi-Jinks for Hired Help, providing she re- covered from- the severe attack of house maid's knee with which she was afflicted. Gosta inadvertently let drop her name-Katherine Mitr- filiy. Katherine had been unable to attend the Reunion because her house maid's knee was worse, .so much worse that Charlestoning was a painful impossibility. Speaking of Mayhew's ambitions reminded me to look aboutfthe hall for Gerald Young, who 'had in his days of adolescence entertained a very laudable ambition to wield the fire-ax and' hose. I found him, in full parade regalia talking with- why, the little rascal Y-with William Sinitli, who also was decked out in helmet and night-hitch. They run in pairs. I'll bet Jed and Billy have the time of their tlives smashing windows, saving dogs and children, and having la good time in general, incidentally covering themselves with glory and soot. l I happened upon a very interesting character in Rath Sanderson. It was not until I had watched her puzzling antics for a fepv minutes that I could devine her vocation. First she would pass her hands a few times before the startled face of some classmate, anl hurl a few incoherent syllables into her teeth, and then-Saints above, she ,was queer! - whirled about thrice and spit contemptuously over her left shoulder. But after seeing her repeat this mad perfofm- ance a few times I guessed, and, I have reason to believe, rightly, that she was 121 hypnotist., V V y Following the .hypnotic :Ruth war- ily about' was Beatrice Andrews. I guessed ,that she intended to convey the idea -that she was a detective or detectivess- In her right hand. the females Sherlock'-:carried a large mi- crosco-pe, thru' which -Bea was in-- tently peering at all and sundry. She carefully scrutinized the -floor, the ceiling, her' hand, a mole on so.nebody's neck-in fact, she scruti- nized so scrutinizingly that I was forced to decamp to -another part of THE MIRROR 23 the floor, for fear Bea would see me, invisible tho' I was. Arm-in-arm about the auditorium paraded four be-aproned females, smelling to Heaven of catsup and cheese and coffee and liver and onion. Rath Evans emitted an odor of roast turkey, while the stench of good old cheese of pre-Civil War vintage could be traced to Silvia Canter. Dorothy Mankozoitcli, Ismelt, was stationed at the fruit counter, while Deljina Ciarletta emitted the odor of good strong coffee. I don't want to convey the impression that these waitresses sznelt badly. On the con- trary, the whole concourse of odors blended aro natically and sweetly in- to one appetizing perfume. Oh, yes! Willingly would I omit this that is to follow. And yet, I must gird up my loins, bolster up my courage, draw my belt a notch tighten grit my teeth, go thru' various other ac- tions designed to instill fortitude and unwavering purpose, and tell the truth. It wouldn't be half so bad if there was only one of them, or we might even be forbearing and lenient with two, but alas and alack, they num- bered six. Six what, you ask? Six tramps, vagabonds, knights of the road, or just plain burns. It matters little what we call them, for the shoels on the same foot, no matter what color sock you wear. Paul Carey and Vincent Tracy were im- peccably clad in a much-worn outfit of beard,rags and yawning apertures. Willard Brown and Alvin Linnell wore toeless shoes and tieless collars, and Gay Perry and Herbert Howe went them one better, in having shoe- less feet and collarless necks. Ah, well, there are some people always within our midst, attired perhaps more meticulously and with more of a fastidious eye for the niceties of dress, who do not a whit more Work than do our track-walking brethren. In one section of the hall, farthest removed from the wail and blare of the laboring musicians I found a sizable gathering of twenty-eighters huddled like so many sheep about one central object. The nucleus of this herd of lambkins I found to be Beth Higgins. At the point of my arrival Beth, on being severely pressed by the crowd, had consented to pass out some vocal selections. Perhaps you'll remember Beth's vocals in high school. On hearing her declare that she would sing, I quit the hall, and continued my stroll on the unyielding waters of the Charles. It was while I was sitting perched precariously on the prow of a con- venient canoe that was parked in mid-stream minus tail light or for- ward parking illumination of any sort, trying not to watch the en- amoured couple contained therein- it was then that It happened. The It referred to was nothing more or less than the abrupt appear- ance of a brother ghost. As com- mon courtesy is due to all brother spooks, I greeted the apparition, al- beit in a perfunctory manner. You see, I was afraid it might be a lady ghost, and any cordiality towards that form of Wraith could easily end in embarrassing complications. However, a well-delivered not-too- gentle clout on the back proved that the newcomer was no lady, and a yelled Horackl told me that I was known. It was Walter Peirce. After I had affectionately mas- saged his misty person with playful wallops and loving thumpings, we sat ourselves down for a long, heart- to-heart talk. First Walter told me about him- self. After his high school days Mr. Peirce had taken up his cavalry work X PAUL WINTERHALTER Class Treasurer, 1928 HERBERT BAILEY C lass Secretary, 1928 y TgHE MIRROR, 25 in earnest. From private he had ad- vanced to corporal, from corporal' to the rank of next highest, and so on, 'till our classmate was a general, a booted, spurred, and medalled gen- eral. y Then one day while he was gen- eralling out in the stable, a hot-tem- pered cavalry mule was suddenly reminded of divers indignities im- posed upon his person by the gen- eral in his pre-general days, rose in his wrath Cliterallyj, elevated his dynamic hinders, and let drive at the abusive dignitary. He fWalterj was buried with full military honors by the obsequious fliterallyj Mr. Wentworth. After my old pal had saddened me with his tale of woe, during which I shed immeasurable quantities of: ghostly tears, I asked him about some of our classmates who had ab- sented themselves from the re-union. Walter told me that two lines from the play Maker of Dreams , namely, ' Let every woman keep a school, For every man is born a fool,', had impressed Betty Webber and Louise Carey so deeply that the twain had become school marms. Their novel institution was called Manners and Modes Academy for Men, and was designed to correct the stigma referred to above by the poet. A Mr. Peirce informed me that the above pair had two star pupils who were both classmates of ours. They were Arthur Lynch and Francis MacLaughlin, who have progressed so far in their school work as to be universally acclaimed the two most perfect fops going. I had not seen Rogers Smith at the dance, and as it was a most unusual and almost unprecedented occurrence for Mr. Smith to absent himself from any function of this sort, I asked Walter about him. Mr. Peirce in- formed me that Mr. Smith was abroad in Paris, studying to be 2. woman's man. You know what I mean-one of those dashing, debonair individuals who have but to look at a member of the contrary fmindedj sex and-Presto! Just like that they fall for him. Rogers had gone abroad for further instruction after graduating from The Manners and Modes Academy for iMen,'. Walter also told me that a few of the graduating sistren Cas opposed to brethrenj had formed what in known as a Husband Syndicate. A Husband Syndicate is one of these abominable institutions where we men are traded and bartered like so many cattle. Four of our lady classmates-and I'mlinclined to believe they're no longer ladies-namely, Sadie Mac- Donald, president, Eva Marcou, vice president, Anna Cormier, secretary- treasurer, and Jennie Marchetii, com- pany, owned and controlled this Hus- band Syndicate. The idea works something like a second hand automobile shop. If any female doesn't like her model, she takes it to the above four, who, with very little red tape or legal pro- ceedure, take her incumbrance off her hands, and for a small monetary consideration give her either another second hand model or, if the hus- band hunter wishes to pay more, a brand new one. And both parties go their way rejoicing. In this way we menare kept in circulation. According to Walter, much ad- ministrative ability had long lain latent under the shirt-sleeves of many of our fellow graduates. Rudolph Sunafquist, the general stated, was at the present time mayor of the thriving metropolis of Way- land. During the entire period of Rudy's administration, not a single 27 THE MIRROR bootlegger for a married one eitherj l1ad been apprehended vending ne-- farious liquids in his territory. Wal- ter seemed to feel a pardonable pride in this, but I had by doubts. William llflartozoshi, G e n e r a l Peirce continued, was the high mucky-muck in metropolitan Waver- ley. William owed his success at the polls to the fact that he was a per- sonal friend of the General's, which fact brought him the popular vote, and to the fact, also, that once he had kicked the stuffings out of aforesaid dignitary, which fixed him solidly with the khaki-uniformed defenders of our nation. s Another of our classmates-to wit, '- Joseph Lennon--mayoredc in Lincoln town. It is hoped that the Lincoln highways, and in particular the Lincoln by-ways, will be suffi- ciently illuminatedand patrolled dur- ning hours' to prevent-you know what. And Joe would be the first to see that done. f f - Three of our female: friends, ac- cording to Walter, had taken up ac- tive secretarying on the completion of their hectic high school days. L-ilm Chapman secretaried for Lincoln?.s Mayor Lennon, while Eloise Brod- rich assisted the Waverley chieffin his arduous duties. Wayland'st ad-' ministrator reveled inthe fact 'that he had secured the much sought-after Florence Jones as his typist. Thef1fe s aetrio of young ladies who have made something of themselves! V ' 1 By this time Beth had ceased her calliopic wheezings, and orderland a comparative degree of peace and quiet had once more taken' possession of proceedings. Walter and I strolled about, com- menting casually on this, that, and lots that Fate had assigned. Sone had drawn fron the grab-bag of life the other. Walter remarked on the ing the early and not-so-early eve- a rosy apple or a suculent peach, while others less fortunate had drawn lemons. I , One of these lemon-drawers was Anthony Aalorno. Poor'Tony in his ignorance had established a marriage bureau in that famous city Reno. For some strange reason or other Adorno's business had thriven not. We found a couple of fortunate peach and apple drawers in the form of Ralph Hunt and Pasquale Sim- eone. The pair were crouched warily in one of Nuttin1g's dimly-lit corners, counting money. Walter told me with a touch of honestepathos in his husky voice-that the moneyed pair were bookmakers in sunny- Tia Juana.-Vi ,. . .- if I ll Speaking from--.a sartorial: view- point1-Bernarci Lennon and Arnold Alcorn iwefre .Tperrffectg spats, double- breastsed ivestsqif-fc.reamy cravats, kid gloves-H-the tailor's dream. - iThis impeooably-attired pair, Wal- ter proudlyleold me, were actors--not the common ham variety, -either. That Seniors Play raised -'Cain' with our class, good b.oy?sg.ididn't it. ' 2-i ne.-thingl I have previously for- gotton-to' mention: while Zelinetsky's hot dog stand thrived rcompetitorless. there were three -balloon men! Thesef vendors of' inflated .rubber globules, Angelo Taranto, fThomas Boniea an-di-:James Bionclo, were alt sword's point. Price-cutting was in-. duilged. 'in sfo' whole-heartedly 'thatfall three were selling -at a loss.iuW.hen prices could be slashed no lower,-the rivals contented- themselves with bursting 'the other'sr stock' in trade. It got so that the poping of bursting balloonsf was 'almost continuous. The rivalry was so intense that fin- ally' all -i three ballooners -let drop their wares and resorted to satisfac- tionfoif physical 'natureu The Vigi- lant police ladies -each-grasped a com- batant Hrmly byi the slack of his i THE MIRROR 27 trousers and forcefully evicted the belligerents at la bums' rush. For the first time that evening I noticed an ofrficious-looking individ- ual attired severely in funeral black and dingy white, with button-up shoes and sweeping skirts. She was bustling about the hall in a business- like manner, measuring carefully the distance from the lower hems of the dancers' skirts to the floor, picking short black hairs off their shoulders, cautioning the orchestra not to play so fast, and tasting all the liquid re- freshments sold, all the while grunt- ing suspiciously. A representative sent from the Y. W. C. A. perhaps, or mayhap a she-Diogenes looking for an honest woman. Walter jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the troublesome female, and, with a note of contempt in his voice, said that it was Audrey Clark. Well, worse things have been known to happen, you know. It was rapidly nearing the mid- night hour, and cessation of festivi- ties was in order. Already couples were leaving the floor, and their moist adieus mingled with the last- minute bawlings of the Hot Dog King, trying for a complete sell-out. The southern section of the audi- torium was already emptied, and the crowd was milling about the check room, receiving other men's hats, and other women's umbrellas, when in rushed Mildred Isaakson Fay, late as usual. Mildred explained breathless- ly that the youngest, Edward Junior, had been fussing and fretting and bawling and what-not all the evening, so that she couldn,t get away before. Mildred added that he was now un- der the sink, probably howling as loudly as ever. Poor Mildred would have another sorrow to add to those already ac- quired when the news of the untime- ly end of her spouse should be gent- ly broken to her. Or would it be a sorrow? As I have said, the southern sec- tion of the floor was already deserted. In fact, two scrub-ladies had already commenced their task of cleaning up after the none-too careful revelers. Walter sadly pointed them out to me as Helen Roerzey and Sylvia Meyerovrteh. Fate had certainly handed them one of those yellow- jacketed citrus fruits with a ven- geance. And they had been so prom- ising! Y Preceeding the pair of dirt-chasers in their rounds was one of those dance-hall beach-comber persons who wander about in the carnage of rev- elry, searching for such lost articles as money, pocket handkerchiefs, or cigar stubs. The general, his sad- dened voice still.-husky, told me that this misguided individual was no other than Gerirade Berman who had married early and unfortunately. Served her rightg she should have known better. As I have said, the crowd was milling and surging refluently about the check-room, getting other folks' misfits and hand-me-downs. The check-room ladies I found to be Eliz- abeth MaeDerm0tt and Ursula Koh- ler, who had received their check- room training as telephone operators, where they had mastered the difficult art of handing out undesirable num- bers. The hall was fast emptying. The orchestrians were encasing their in- struments, windows were being locked, doors closed and bolted. In a few moments the hall was desert- ed, an echoing chasm. painfully void of all except the memories, memories of days long gone by, of pals since lost to mind, but never entirely for- gotten. The l928 Reunion Dance was ended. .s, J. 4, J. ,D ,,. ,D -,. 28 THE MIRROR My prophecy is finished. All of you, classmates, I hope, will accept my offering in the well-meaning spirit in which it is given. My-or our--prophecy I hope will please many. To those of you who are pleased I am humbly grateful. To those of you-may your numbers be 'few-for whom our prophecy has not held what you hoped, I offer my sin- cerest and humblest of apologies. :k as P. S. Say, isn't it too bad Editor Farley couldn't have gotten that ed- itorial? Boy, I bet it would have been a wow. HORACE TAPLEY, '28 Ul?iEIbn'5 wha, Qllass nf '28 Best Looking Girl, ..Audrey Clark Best Looking Boy . .Walter ,Arnold Dorothy Taylor hiost Popular Boy . .Ernest Wright Best Dressed Girl .... Louise Carey Most Popular Girl Best Dressed Boy .... Ralph Hunt Best Natured Girl Best Natured Boy .. Stuart Dexter lNIost Studious Girl . .Dorothy Dart Most Studious Boy . .Jarvis Farley Most Obliging Girl Lorraine -Downing Most Ob1iging,Boy . .Rogers Smith Wittiest Girl .... Lo-uise Carney Wittiest Boy William Pepper Most Athletic Girl ..Marion Evans Beth Higgins Most Athletic Boy . .Francis Ryan, THE MIRROR JARVIS FARLEY Editor-in-Chief, Mirror, 1928 3 0 THE MIRROR THE IRR OR fyois. XIX , WALTHAM, MAss.,juno, 1928 No, 4 ata bulb, as 'ttnere, the mirror up tu nature Hamlet, Act. III, Sc. ii Editor-in-Chief: .IARVIS FARLEY, '28 Assistant: JOHN MCGURN, '29 Business Manager: ALBERT SPESSOTTI, '28 Assistant: WILLIAM RHODES, 29 Exchange Editor: JEAN HUGHES, '28 Assistant: BETTY HOOD, '29 Atlzletic Editors: PAUL WENTWORTH, '28, MARION EVANS, '28 New Books Editor: DOROTHY DART, '28 Alusic Editor: EDVVIN PRATT, '28 Jokes Editor: PAUL ROSS, '28 LITERARY EDITORS LOUISE CARNEY, '28- .IOANNA BRYDEN, '28 .IOY MACLEAN, '28 MILDRED SIBLEY, '28 SHIRLEY SVJEENEY, ' 29 Room 4: Room 5 Room 7 Room 9: Room Room ll : Room Room I4 10: 13: SONJA JOHNSON. '29 RUTH STROUM, '29 URSULA URQUHART, '29 LILLIAN SUNDIN, '29 - LAURA MITCHELL, '30 GRACE BARRETT, '30 RICHARD WEAR, '30 ROOM REPORTERS ARTHUR MACNEILL. '29 Room 16 ALICE VVELLINGTON, '29 ' LILLIAN CATALDO, '29 Room I9 HERBERT DICKS, '29 MURIEL BROVVN, '28 Room 20 VVILLIAM PEPPER, '28 LANGLEY MORANG, '29 Room 22 ROGER KIERSTEAD, '29 MARGUERITE ROBERTSON, '30 BERNICE GORDON, '30 Rocm 25 WALTER JAYNES, '30 Room 26 PHILIP JACKSON, '30 AVERY STEELE. '20 Room 30 RICHARD MITCHELL, '30 ROGERS SMITH, '28 Room 31 NATHAN KAPLAN, '28 : RUTH HENRY, '30 SAMUEL CAPLAN, '30 : HORACE TAPPLY, '28 ELEANOR CHILDS, '28' : .IEANNETTE RUSO, '30 CARL UHLIN, '30 : EVELYN O'MALLEY, '29 ROBERT VVILSON, '29 : EARL DEWAR, '30 DORIS FOX, '29 ' MABEL SHEDD, '30 SARAH THURSTON, '30 : THOMAS WEBBER, '30 CHESTER RUSSELL, '30 : RUTH HUBLEY, '30 JAMES CROWE, '30 THE MIRROR 31 EDITORIALS Once again the time has cone when another class must leave Wal- tha.n High School. We often hear others tell how they hated to gradu- ate when the ti ne came, and it seemed strange that they should feel so, but now we in turn have the same regrets. To think that next year we shall not be 'here in the dear old school Y-that sounds affected, but it is not. During the three years that we have spent here we have become accustomed to coming, and it will not be natural not to come next fall. We shall get used to it,h but still, there will be a great difference. We have grown to like our school. i Next year our ways will part- some of us will go to college, some will go directly to work. All of us will be busy, but not too busy to re- member Waltham High School. So goodbyeg it is time for us to set out. JARVIS FARLEY, '28. :lf PK Pk PK For the class of 1928 the big year has arrived and has almost gone. Cn June 21, the members of our senior class will receive the fruit of twelve years in the public schools of Wal- tham. Scholars, athletes, poets, and musicians of former days will all participate in their last high school activity, as they advance with slow steps and heavy hearts or joy-quick- ened steps and light hearts-as the case may be- for the presentation of the highly valued diplomas. Although the class of '28 gradu- ates this June, its members are not compelled to sever all relations with Waltham High School. Both the Alumni and our own Mirror 'afford fine opportunities for graduates to keep in touch with the things the under-graduates are doing. The M irror, in fact, intends to devote an entire department to the interests of the school's graduates, and any ex- member of Waltham High may con- tribute news,or literary articles. As some of the members of the graduating class are now beginning to realize, the training period of their lives alone has been completed. The time for the application of this train- ing has now arrived, whether in a college, preparatory school, or hon- est-to-goodness, wage-earning job. No matter what his plans or intentions are, however, the under-graduates and The Mirror wish the best of luck and the uttermost success to every last member of the graduating class of 1928. JOHN MCGURN, '29. THE MIRROR Name Nickname 4 Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression A ctivities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Class Statistics ANTHONY R. ADORNO Tony You can live, but d0n't make a habit of it. Class Basketball, 2-3. Bentley School of Acc. and Fin. ELNA ANDERSON Al. Whole Shootin Match ' Chairman of Entertainment of Commercial Club, 3. Pierce Secretarial School, Boston. WALTER ARNOLD Most anything Hi kid! Football, l, 2, 3. Hockey, 3. Junior Prom. Committee, 2. Senior Play, 3. Junior Social, 2. Uncertain BERTHA BERMAN Birdie. Don't be foolish. . Latin Club, l. Glee Club, l-2. Royal .Vagabond, 2. Junior Prom. Committee, 2 Commercial Club, 3. ? FRED ALLEN BICKFORD Picky. I'll bite! Worcester Polytechnic Institute. JAMES BIONDO Bindo. Give us a break. Horseshoe Player, 3. Class Basket- ball, 3. Class Baseball, 3. Paul's Lunch. IELOISE M. BRODRICK Hey! Monitor, 2-3. Secretary Com- mercial Club. iSenior Play Committee, 3. Senior Social Committee, 3. Pierce Secretarial School. WILLARD BROWN Brownie. Aw Heck. Baseball. Electrical School. RONALD S. BURCKES Ronnie. ARNOLD ALCORN Alky Diy'a think that's nice? Senior Play, 3. Class Day Com- mittee, 3. Hockey, 3. Northeastern. IEEATRICE ANDREWS ea. Aren't they adorable! Basketball, I, 2. Field Hockey 1, 2. Meet, I, 2. HERBERT BAILEY Herbie. Sure Enough., Class Auditor, 1. Ass't Student Manager of Football, I. Royal Vagabond, 2. Secretary of Class, 3. Chairman of Senior Play, 3. In Cast of Senior Play, 3. College. GERTRUDE B. BERMAN Gittle. As 't were. Glee Club, 2. Royal Vagabond, 2. Social Welfare Committee, 3. Commercial Club, 2-3. Boston University. THOMAS BONICA Tom. Draught Clerk, Trust Co. MILDRED BORDEN Milly. T Let's go. Commercial Club, 3. Glee Club. Bookkeeper and typist. MURIEL BROWN Midge. Jumping catfish. ' Royal Vagabond, 2. Glee Club. Commercial Club, 2-3. Senior Play, 33 E ' . Secretarial work. JOANNA BRYDEN , Joel Let's begin to start to commence to go: ' ' Mirror Staif, 1-2-3. Glee Club l- 2-3. Candy Girl at Operetta, 2-3. Bryant and Stratton. FREDERICK W. BUTLER T d. Jtist another bawl. 4 Football. Hockey. Mass. Agricultural College. THE MIRROR 33 Name LLOYD CAIL TONY CAMINITI Nickname Cam- Favorite Expression For crying out loud. DONT be S0 COZY, Syd- Football, 2-3. Class Basketball, Agfgyjfjgj 2-3. Senior Play Usher, 3. Class Baseball, 3. Destination Fitchburg N0fml1l. Name SYLVIA CANTER LOUISE CAREY Nickname Squeeze- Favorite Expression Oh Boy! Peachee Carcher. Destination Stenographer or Secretarial work. Katherine Gibbs School. Name PAUL CAREY EMILY LOUISE CARNEY Nickname Slikum. Emi'-I-011 Favorite Expression flctzvztzes Destination Name Nickname 1 Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname ' Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname D Favcrite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname D Favorite Expression Activities Named Nickname . Favorite Expression Activities Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Gotta Butt? Baseball, 3. Volley Ball, 3. Vulcanizing. JOHN CASSIDY Johnny. A couple of chipies. Football, 1-3. Hockey, 2-3. Base- ball, 1. Senior Play Committee, 3. Senior Play Cast, 3. ELEANOR W. CHILDS l Oh, Heck! Basketball, l-2-3. Class and Var- sity. Class Hockey, 2-3. Meet, l-2-3. Mirror, 3. Boston School of Physical Edu- cation. AUDREY B. CLARK Aud. Comin' Mimo? Basketballt Gym Meet, Senior Play Candy Committee, 3. Ju- nior Prom Committee, 2. Vice- President of class, 2-3. Boston University, P. A. L. ARTHUR COFFIN ANNA CORMIER Roma. Don't be like that, 'cause you'll grow up that way. Basketball, l. Field Hockey, l. Track Meet, l. Meet, 2. HARRIET COX Haryet. Its going to clear up and rain. Monitor, 3. Social Committee in Commercial Club, 3. Class Pic- tures Committee, 3. Business. FRANCES DALEY Fran. Speech is silver, Silence is Golden. Class Basketball and Varsity, l- 2-3. Oh, Norm! Mirror Staff, 2-3. Junior Prom Committee, 2. Social Chairman, 3. Class Basketball Team, 1-2-3. Basketball Varsity, l-2-3. Latin Club, l. Secretaryg Cercle Fran- cais, 3. Vice President. Fitchburg Normal School. LILY CHAPMAN il. And how. Business School. BFQLFINE CIARLETTA e . You're Happy. Royal Vagabond, 2. EILERY D. CLARK Let's go. Senior Social Committee, 3. Or- chestra, 1-2-3. ' B. U. School of Business Ad- ministration. THOMAS E. CONNERNEY Nines. Sid is spending money again. Senior Play Usher, 3. Class Base- ball, 3. Class Basketball, 3. ig-IELEN CORNETT n. And how?! REBECCA E. CUSHINSKY Buddy. Who said so? Glee Club, 2. Royal Vagabond, 2. Commercial Club, 2-3. 'Z DOROTHY DART Dot. O fish! Mirror Staff, l-2-3. French Club, 3. Orchestra, 1. Senior Dance Committee, 3. Glee Club, l. Red Cross Committee, l. Radcliffe. THE MIRROR Name GLADYS L. DAVIS ALICE DECOSTE Nickname Glad. Al. . Favorite Expression Hurry up, Louise! D0n't be Sil'. Activities Latin Club, l. French Club, 3. Destination LibrarY W0Tk- Name - J. STUART DEXTER LORRAINE DOWNING Nickname Stuke. Laurie. I l Favorite Expression And then I went to sleep. LOCkC1' work, 3- Banking, 3- Chaff- .flctivities man Social Committee, 3. Senior Dance Committee, 3. Mirror l-2. Vice President Commercial Club, 3. Destination BCIIUCYSS- Business- Name AMY C. DUNDER HAROLD DURKIN Nickname Dunder. Durg. Favorite Expression flctivities Destination Name Nickname l Favorite expression Activities D estination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname h Favorite Expression Name Nickname Favorite Expression Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Destination Name Nickname D Favorite Expression Activities Destination You would! Senior Play, 3. Musical Comedy, l. Entertainer at Social, 3. Emerson. MARION G. EVANS Skinny. V 'l'here's nothing the matter with us. Class Hockey captain, l. Class Hockey, l-2-3. Varsity Hockey, l-2-3. Class Basketball, l-2-3. Varsity Basketball, l-2-3. Ath- letic Representative, l-2. Glee Club, l. Senior Social Commit- tee, l-2-3. Athletic Editor of Mirror, 3. Boston School of Physical Edu- cation. RUTH AGNES EVANS Rae, Rufus. l.issen! The Royal Vagabond, 2. Glee Club, l-2. Poster Work. Secretary-Travel. ETHEL FERRICK Red. Christmas. DORIS FISKE Dot. Anything I can do for you? Evangeline Booth Training Hos- pital. NETTIE FULTON Sally. You would! JAMES E. GANNON Jimmie. Leave the room! CARMELA GIORDAN Mel. Say?! EILEEN HARDYMAN I Curses. Meet, I-2-3. Framingham Normal. Lay dawn, Smokey. Football, 3. Class Basketball, 3 Class Baseball, 3. JARVIS FARLEY Jarve. Good. Mirror, l-2-3. Football Manager 2-35 Junior Prom Committee, 2 Chairman Senior Dance Com mittee, 3. Senior Play Commit- tee, 3. Senior Play Cast, 3 French Club, 3. Red Cross Com- mittee, I. Class Basketball, 3 Harvard. EDWVARD D. FAY Ned. Kol e-With-Ir. Senior Play, 3. Senior Play Com- mittee, 3. EDNA FINNCEY Ed. And how! CARL FREDERICKSON Bullet. Thats what she said. Jeweler. CHARLOTTE GANNON Dink. Don't be ashy. Policewoman. CAROLYN GIBBS Carney. ' Hey-Hey. Deaconness Hospital, New Eng. NOWELL GOLDBERG Goldie Dartmouth. JAMES HARRIGAN Red. Baseball, 3. Class Baseball, 3 Class Basketball, 3. THE MIRROR 35 Name EARLE R. HARVEY BETH L. HIGGINS Nickname Red. Babe. Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name ' Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Destination Name Nickname 1' aoorzte Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Gosh all iishhooks! Remains to be seen. ARTHUR HOLMES Art. Take it easy, Brother. Usher at Senior Play, 3. Class Basketball team, 3. Class Base- ball team, 3. Unknown. HERBERT- HOWE Shorty. And how! Uncertain. RALPH HUNT Wink. Well you-? Chairman Commercial Club, '3. Hockey, 3. The wide open spaces. KATHRYN E. JACOBS Jack. We'll get shot. Vice President, Committee, 2. l-2. Basketball Varsity, 2-3. 1. Junior Prom Hockey Varsity, Orchestra, 2. Boston School of Physical Edu- cation. EVA JOHANSEN You don't mean it. Varsity Hockey Team, 3. Worcester Normal. NATHAN J. KAPLAN Kiski. Loosen up, Sid. Orchestra, l-2-3. Senior Play Com.- gxittee, 3. Class Room Reporter, Syracuse. ALICE MABEL KENNEDY Al. For Heaven's sake. Business. VICTOR KJOSS Vic. NVink the other eye, that one squeaks. Orchestra, l. Basketball, 3. Class Historian, 3. Bentley's. SARAH KRONGARD Sally. Don't be silly. Glee Club. Royal Vagabond, 2. Commercial Club, 2. Entertain- ment Committee, 3. Music. Golly-gee-gosh-darn. Field Hockey, 2. Mirror Reporter, 2. Senior Play Committee, 3. Glee Club, 1-2-3. Royal Vaga-- bond, 2. Naughty Marietta, 3. Red Cross Committee, 3. Wherever there is room for me. MARGERY HOSKINS Marge. Is that necessary ? Worcester Normal. JEAN A. HUGHES Legs. You're just the type that would! League Basketball, 1-2-3. Class Basketball, 3. Latin Club, l. French Club, 3. Glee Club, l-2. Mirror Staff, 2-3. Class Will, 3. Boston University. School of Re- ligious Education and Social Service. MILDRED E. ISAKSON Milly. Pest! Music teacher. PAULINE JOHNSON Polly. I'm so sleepy. Orchestra, 2-3. Class Hockey, l. Music. FLORENCE JONES Flossy. Travel. MARION KENDALL Mimi. Corker. Business. RUTH KENNEDY Ruthie. To err is human, To forgive divine. lNIore school. URSULA KOHLER Uke. It's corker. Picture Committee, 3. IESTHER L. KYTE 's. Got your Geometry done, I. Meet, l-2-3. Captain of Varsity Basketball, 3. Class and Varsity Basketball, l-2-3. Bridgewater Normal. THE MIRROR Name GEORGE LA ROSEE OLGA A. LARSON Nickname Soupy. Good Night! ! Favorite Expression Bye now. Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Ni: kname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Football, 1-2. Usher Senior Play, 3. Class Basketball, 3. Class Baseball, 3. VVESLEY LAURIN VVes. And how! Boston Art School. BERNARD LENNON tsernie. L'll bite, what is it? Senior Play, 3. Hockey Squad, 3. Any old College. HAROLD LEVISON Sid. Hi there, Smokey! Football, l-2-3. Junior Prom Committee, 2. Royal Vagabond, 2. Class Basketball, 3. Class Baseball, 3. Senior Play Usher, 3. Hebron Academy and Business Administration College. ALVIN LINNELL Bill. Step on it! Class Basketball, 3. Class Base- ball, 3. Bentley's. CHARLES LOGAN Charlie. Fer Christmas' Sake. Aw Boloney. Basketball, 3. Baseball, 3. Foot- ball, 3. Hockey, 3. Commercial Club, 3. MARY MACASKILL Mae. You would. Why not? Class Hockey Team, 2. Worcester Normal. JOY MACLEAN Good Wight. Literary Editor of Mirror, 2-3. Class Day Committee, 3. Latin Club, l. French Club, 3. Glee Club, I. College. ELEANOR B. MAGOON Mac. Whois that? IBOROTHY MANKOWICH Ot. ' I'll see you later. Hockey League, 1-2-3. Class Hockey, l-2. Varsity Hockey, l. Basketball League, 1-2. Class Basketball, l. Latin Club, l. French Club. 3. Framingham Normal-Teacher. Monitor, 3. Boston University. MARIE LAWSON Hee. My word! Chairman Social Service, 3. Com- mercial Club. Glee Club. Pierce Secretarial. JOSEPH LENNON Joe. lVIore or less. Hockey, 2-3. Captain, 3. University of Maine. JACK N. LIBBY Big Boy. No! Senior Play, 3. Senior Social Committee, 3. Class Basketball, 3. Class Day Chairman, 3. Class Picture Committee, 3. Costello's Organ School, Theatre Organist. ETHEL LIVERMORE Dlppy- I -guess so. Hockey, 2-3. C3, Captainj. Class Hockey, I-2-3. Class Basketball, l-2-3. Gym Meet, l-2-3. ARTHUR LYNCH Art. And how! SADIE H. MACDONALD Sally. Applesauce. Who knows? MARJORIE MACNEILL Midge. Tell another. Latin Club, 1. Glee Club, l. French Club, 3. CChef decom- mittee d'affairesJ Monitor, 3. Senior Play, 3. Senior Social Committee, 3. Bridgewater Normal. GERTRUDE MAIN - Scotty. A You're a snake, Fagan . Naughty Marietta, 3. Senior Play Committee, 3. JENNIE M. MARCHETTI Shorty. Gee. . Bookkeeper or Stenographer. THE MIRROR 37 Name Nickname I Favorite Expression Activities Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname' Favorite .1 xpression Activitiej ' Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression flctivities Destination Name Nickname Fa vorite Expression Activities D estination - Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Activities Favorite Expression Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities A mbition Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities D estination EVA MARCOU Rusty. I hopeihe doesn't call me up to- night. I wan'na go out. Royal Vagabond, 2. HOWARD MARSHALL Butts. Class Picture Committee, 3. The great unknown. WILLIAM T. MARTOWSKI Ski or Bill. Horsefeathers. Northeastern University. ELIZABETH E. MCDERMOTT Betty. And how! French Club, 3. Katherine Gibbs School. ROBERT MEADOWS Buttelrcups. And how! ' r SYLVIA MEYEROVITZ Sissy. Alrightie. Office Girl. Secretarial School. .RLDO MINOTTI 1. Applesauce. Basketball. Mass. Institute of Technology. LUDWIG IVIOSSBERG Lud. Orchestra, 2-3. Boston University. RALPH NELSON Mon- Doo. ? PAUL EUGENE NOONAN P. E. N. Do you think so? More or less. Out VVest. WILLIAM D. PEPPER P . ' LZPS Play. You little heifer. President of Class, 3. Treasurer of Commercial Club, 3. Naughty Marietta 3. Ro al Va abond 9 y g 9 2. Dramatic Club, l-2. Re- porter Mirror, 3. M Cook's Theatrical School, N. 1. WALTER PEIRCE Peircey. O! kid. Horseshoe Flinger, 3. Basketball, 3. ALBERT MARSHALL Hey, Charlie. Commercial Club, 2-3. Basket- ball, 3. PRISCILLA M. MARSHALL Mishy or Cilla. A rolling stone gathers no moss. Picture Committee, 3. Boston School of Domestic Science MARGARET MAURER Peg and Marge. Can you magazine that? Oh, Reelah! Commercial Club. Private secretary. FRANCIS MCLAUGHLIN Mac. Meet every task with a smile. Business. SUSAN MEYER Sue. French Club, 3. Senior Play, 3. Massachusetts School of Art. EVSLLIAM MILLIGAN 1 . No kiddin'. Football, l-2. Northeastern. NATHALIE C. MOSHER Nan. Jimminy Crickets. At home. KATHERINE MURPHY Kay. So sorry. Fisher's College. DAVID J. NOLAN, JR. Bozo. - Fits like a tent. Cheer Leader, 2-3. Baseball, l-2. Captain, 3. Hockey, 3. Any old port in a storm. EUNICE Y. M. O'CLAIR O Key. Oh swear word! Post Graduate. RUTH PETERSON Pete. I dunno. Class Hockey, l-2-3. Varsity Hockey, 2. Class Basketball, 2-3. Varsity Basketball, 3. Meet, 1-2-3. Orchestra, 2-3. Pierce Secretarial School. GUY PERRY Tiggy. XVho's got the peanuts? Lynn General Electric. 1 THE MIRROR Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Activities Destination Name Nickname t Favorite expression Activities Destination Name Nii kname Q Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname t Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname , Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname , Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname I Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination ESJWIN B. PRATT, JR. Smile and be happy. Orchestra, l-2-3. Mirror Staff, 3. Conservatory of Music. ALLEN ROBERTSON Bud. Monitor. 3. Waltham Trust Company. PAUL ROSS Ross. Well! I wouldn't go so far as to say that! Senior Play, 3. Joke Editor, Mirror, 3. Boston University College of Lib- eral Arts. FRANCIS RYAN Peanuts. Believe me Xantippe. Football, l-2-3. Baseball, l-2-3. Senior Social Committee, 3. Dean Academy. CAROLINE M. SEECKTS Cal. VVell of all the -! Hockey Varsity, 2-3. Class Hockey Team, 1-2-3. Class Social Com- mittee, l. College. SUSAN E. SIBLEY ' Susie. Is my hair all right? Social Committees. Candy Com- mittee, Senior Play, 3. Mansfield Beauty Culture College. NORMAN SLAYTON Norm. Why? Senior Play, 3. Senior Social Committee, 3. Head Usher Foot- ball Games, 3. Class Basket- ball, 3. Latin Club, 1. Music. LJIILLIAN SMITH Ylould be surrounded. The Royal Vagabond, 2. Glee Club. Latin Club, l. Commer- cial Club, 3. Secretarial work. ALBERT SPESSOTTI Al. Holy Mackerel! ! President Commercial Club, 3. Business Manager of Mirror, 3. Class Basketball. 3. Bentley's. HAROLD RINES Harry. Is Zat So? Sophomore Social Committee, l. Football Squad, l-2. Basketball Squad, l. New Hampshire University. HELEN ROONEY GFORGE ROSSBACH Grosen. Scientific research work. RUTH SANDERSON Sandy. You would, you're that type. Royal Vagabond, 2. Mansfield Academy. MILDRED SIBLEY Mimo. Where is my case? Class Secretary-treasurer, 2. Sen- ior Play Candy Committee, 3. Mirror, l-2-3. Chairman Social I Committee, 2. More school. PAUL SIMIONE A. ROGERS SMITH, 3RD Smitty. Q Be d-d if I know! Football Manager, 2-3. Senior Play Cast and Committee, 3. Alternate Athletic Representa- tive, 2-3. Royal Vagabond, 2. Very undecided. WILLIAM SMITH ' Bill. RUDOLPH SUNDQUIST Rudy. Don't be so cozy, Syd , Alternate Athletic Representative, l. Auditor, 2, Junior Prom Committee, l. Senior Dance Committee, 3. Football Man- ager, 2-3. Senior Play Usher, 3. Class Social Committee, l-2-3. Class Basketball, 2-3. THE MIRROR 39 Name HORACE TAPPLY ANGELO TARANTO Ilvlfkllalllg Horack. Vacca. Fazrorzte Expression I'ish. Bull Bananas. .lctzzwtzes Cheerleader, 3. Class Pfrophet, 3. Commercial Club, 2-3. Class Bas- 1LLlYllOl' Social Committee, 2. ketball, 3. Deslinalion .7Van1e .Vzrknanze l az'orzte Expresszon flclivzities Destination Name Nzcknanze Farorz te Expression :I 1'i1'vit1'es D es tz nation Name Nzcknainf? lfavorzte Expression flrtizfltzes D estlnation Name Nu'kna1ne 2' as-orzte Expression flclzvzties ' Class Basketball. 3. Mirror Staff, 3. Post Graduate. DOROTHY M. TAYLOR Dotty. Hey, Dirt. Naughty Marietta, Hockey, 2-3. Senior Play Committee. 3. Senior Dance Committee, 3. A home. ' ' JOHN B. THOMAS Gyp. I think we'll have weather. lied Cross Committee. Wentworth Institute. RUTH E. UNDERHILL Chick. Etiquettically Speaking! Class Hockey, l. French Club, 3. f Massachusetts School of Art. BETTY WEBBER Lizzy. I guess so. Class Hockey, 1-2-3. Class Bas- ketball, l-2-3. Gym Meet, l-2-3. Hockey 2nd Team, 2. Business School. DOROTHY G. TEELE Dotty. I've never seen things so dreadful. Senior Candy Committee, 3. Conservatory of Music, Organist. ELEANOR TOTTEN Oh. Good Lord! Children's Hospital. IRENE UPHAM Renie. Oh, good grief! Royal Vagabond, 2. Glee Club. Commercial Club, 2-3. Secretarial work. DONALD EVERETT WEBBER Don. Come on home. Senior Play Committee, 3. Class Day Committee, 3. ua ,. Destination Secretarial School. Chemical Laboratory. - - Fl I- I ESTABLISHED is 65 Commacm Sci-soot.. ,i THE FINEST EQUIPPED TRAINING ,ll SCHOOL FOR BUSINESS ,l Graduates Always ln Demand , l Summer Session Opens July l Fall Sessson Opens Sept. af .1 COURSES roR EVERY BUSINESS NEED i EARLY APPLICATION ADVISABLE 'L P1 - 'ffl' .Send for .New Bulletin, and l lfpossible, 'Wsit ilze School f l Jw BLA1sDELL, Trirwipal l BCYISIOII St., G1:Arhngfon.l.l.,B0St0I1 No Conwzssers or Solicitors Employed ', 40 THE MIRROR Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities D estination Name ' Nickname Favorite Expression :lctivities Destination Name Nickname Favorite Expression Activities Destination PAUL D. VVENTVVORTH Dexter. I'l1 shriek! Student Nlanager-of Baseball, 2-3. Senior Social Committee, 3 Nlirror Staif, 1-2-3. Boston University. RUTH VVHALEN Ruthie. Heh! Heh! Chairman Sophomore Social, 1. Chairman Senior Class Pictures, 3. Fitchburg Normal. ERNEST R. VVRIGHT Red. Variety is the spice of life. Football, 2-3. CCaptain, 35. Hock- ey, 2-3. Baseball, 2-3. Athletic Representative, 3. Senior Play, University of Chicago. MARJORIE YETTEN llidge. XYhy bring that up? Class Day Committee, 3. My 550.00 a week. GASTA ZANDEN JOHN WHALEN Butch. Loosen up, Levy. Class Baseball, 3. Picture Com- mittee, 3. Class Basketball, 3. Senior Play Usher, 3. PAUL WINTERHALTER You Lie. Football, 2-3. Baseball, 1. Class Basketball, 2. Senior Dance Committee, 3. Class Treasurer, 3. Commercial Club, Chairman of Alumni, 3. The Rough Roads. NORMAN VVRIGHT Norm. Itys a secret. Senior Dance Committee, 3. Senior Social Committee, 3. Senior Play Cast, 3. Northeastern. GERALD YOUNG Jed. And it came to pass-. Commercial Club, 2-3. Work. HENRY ZELINETSKY Hank Zallen. I-'or obvious reasons. Orchestra, 1-2-3. Senior Play Usher. VVentworth Institute. Fine New Burdett Building Every illoncfai' New students are admitted in Secretarialg OH'ice Management: Bookkeeping and Stenographic Courses 5'qz'7t.Z 7 Entrance date for Business Adminis- tration courses. Catalogue sent on request VVhen the fall sessions begin in September, Burdett College will be settled in this new home Where its able faculty andgjoutstanding business courses will be sus- tained by lll?gUS1l3l housing facilities and modern equip- ment. This new building will be the last Word in private school construction. Burdett graduates are in demand by business men. BUR1za1:.QQLLEGE g After July I, 156 Stuart Street: One Block from Common 9-ff Tremont St. THE MIRROR In the long run you and your friends will prize the portrait that looks like you-your truest self, free from stage effects and little con- ceits. It is in this long run Photography tha-t PURDY success has been won. Portraiture by the camera that one cannot laugh at or cry ' over in later years. For present pleasure and future pride protect your photo- graphic self by having PURDY make the portraits. E PURDY 145 TREMONT STREET, BoSToN, MASS. ' Ojicial Photographer WALTHAM HIGH SCHOOL Class of 1928 Special Discount Rates to all Students of W. H. S. Diplomas ana' Class Groups Framed for 51.50 THE MIRROR- . KATHARINE 'GIBBS 'SCHOOL SECRETARIAL az EXECUTIVE Tminingfor Educated ng M p NEW YORK BOSTON I .PROVIDENCE 247 Park Ave. 90 'Marlborough St. If 155 Angell Sft. One-year coursebincludes technical, economic, and broad business training, 'preparing' for su- perior positions. i 2 R Two-year course including six college subjects for students not desiringgcollege, but wishing a cultural as well as a business education. Seven-months? course-executive .training for college women and womenlwith business experi- ence. Antrabtive residence Sehotiiiii Boston' ii'd'e5i1y situated at 90 Marlborough St. The school is within easy walking distance of Boston's shops, theatre.s, churches, and leading hotels, A loca- tion thalt is both quiet and convenient. THE MIRROR - The Pedulum swings for you -- the Graduating Class of 1928. You are the youth of our great Nation. Your teachers, parents and the public have confidence in you - keep faith with them and continue to build up a character of honesty, truthfulness and integrity, so that the world may applaud you and may always refer to you as HA Graduate of the Waltham High School. ,EARL O. MAXWELL Nash Dealer THE MIRROR P ' GEO. I. KELLY Outfitters to Men and Boys Gooa' Plates to Buy Good Clothes 429 Moody St. 684 Main St. Waltham y Two Convenient Stores GEO. O. CARTER Sz CO 342 Moody Str-eet Reliable Prescription Pharmacists CARTER BAINE CO. Main and Rich Streets 1 ln A. S. FALES AUTO TIRE VULCANIZING 7 Elm Street, Waltham Phone Wal. 3262-M The Best Is the Cheapest This applies to COAL just the same as to all kinds of mer- chandise. We handle only the best grades. i Established 1872 Clean Coal Prompt Delivery Careful Teamsters WALTHAM COAL CO. Telephone 0116 3 THE MIRROR WALTHAM NATIONAL BANK U nitea' States, State, County, and City Depository Safe Deposit Boxes Savings Department Interest Paid on Deposits RUFUS WARREN :SQ SONS Fine Footwear Telephone Connection Repairing Promptly and Neatly Done 39 Moody Street Waltham, Nlass. RICHARD H. BIRD Manufacturer of Electrical Instruments, Watch I and Clock Jewels