Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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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,

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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 -,.

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THE MIRROR JARVIS FARLEY Editor-in-Chief, Mirror, 1928