Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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1 ERNESTK VVRIQHT C!a,s!v' AfhZetiC!R.Egbre5entatiUe, 1928 RUDOLPH -SUNQUIST Class Auditor, 1928 .,- ,

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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

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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.