Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION. 7 ketch ’im with a cod line ’n a hook bigger ’n youre fist ’n a reg’lar flag pole fer a road, b’ gosh ! Some o ' these city fellers ain’t sech fools ’s they look ter be ! ” Fred S. Mead, Jr. ’05. riOZART’S LAST HYMN. An old man, his silvered hair shining in the beams of the setting snn, reclining on a low couch, a crutch resting beside him ; a beautiful young girl, her face seeming fresher and more striking in contrast with his, sitting at his side ; a cheerful fire, its light vieing with that of the sun for pre- cedence ; and last, an organ of dark ma- hogany, to whose sides the passing of years had given a sombre richness, its ivory keys glistening in the firelight and seeming al- most to look with yearning toward the couch; this is the pleasant picture. Let us turn back a leaf and see this other picture. It is the great cathedral, the empty aisles and transepts flooded with light from the stained windows, in one of which is pic- tured the form of St. Cecilia, smiling benig- nantly, with a halo shining about her brow ' . From above are heard the magnificent tones of the great organ. A young man sits be- tore the key-board, his face fired with de- votion to his occupation. The sound ceases, the organist rises and begins to descend from his height. Sud- denly he disappears; there is a sound of falling, a low moan, then all is still ; and through the painted windows the light streams unfeeling, and St. Cecilia from her place smiles down as benignantly as before. Tender hands carry the helpless man away ; afte r long weeks he gains strength, but only to find that he can no more follow the occu- pation of his love. Let us turn to the last picture. Again we see the little room with the organ. As before, the firelight flickers gaily and once more the sun shines brightly, but now ' there seems to be a tincture of sadness in the at- mosphere ; the face on the couch grows paler and w ' eaker and a strange look of pain possesses it. “ I am dying,” comes from the faded lips, and the wan face silently reiterates it. His eye, still bright, rests upon the organ in the corner. A smile lights up his face and he whispers, “ Lead me to it.” The girl takes his hand, and he totters to the instrument. A hesitating note — and then suddenly, and with infinite tenderness he brings forth the solemn strains of Mozart’s Last Re- quiem. On and on he plays, his face is suffused with a peace like a beatitude. Then the touch glow ' s weaker, the white head falls upon the breast, the hands drop from the keys — and the girl is left alone. Howard S. Russell. P LEASE CALL AND SEE US,— We may have something to interest you ; it wiil us if you buy at the central dry GOODS CO., 477 MASSACHUSETTS AVE. QUALITY CHOCOLATES Our stock is always complete and when you buy of us you can depend upon the quality being the BEST. ' Yerxa

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6 ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION. baited with hens ' feathers ’n he says he’s a goin ter ketch the big one. Oh shucks ! Lord, what fools these city folks be ! ” The next morning 1 tried my luck and was well rewarded. The pool where Enoch said that the big fish lived was certainly a fine place for a trout’s home ; smooth waiter above, rapids, and then the dark, deep pool, on one side bounded by a rocky bank and on the other by a high turf bank. There was no big fish for me that day and I soon went home to show Enoch my catch. He was greatly surprised at my being able to catch anything with that “ horse whip ” of mine, and, while I was reading my mail that evening, I heard him tell his companions about it, and he wound up with, “ How he could ketch the biggest feller caught this spring with that pesky little pole ’s more ’n I know ! ” For several days there was no big fish for me, but one morning my line twanged, my reel buzzed, and — my line broke, leaving a vague vision in my mind of a great something darting through the pool. I went home, got out my best line and went back, determined to have that fish or | “bust; ’’but he would not strike again, in 1 fact all the trout in the pool became so accustomed to my hook that they would not even rise to it any more. One morning about a week later, after a j fruitless effort, I was lying on the bank j scratching my head and trying to think how I could catch my prize, when something happened. A little field-mouse, perhaps on the way to visit his prospective mother- in-law, started to swim across the still water above the pool, but becoming tired, was quickly drawn into the rapids. Suddenly, as I was wondering how I could help the little fellow, there was a rush and a swish ; the mouse was gone, and I had an idea 1 I went back to the barn, found an old mouse trap, and placed it in the granary. The next morning I had several mice at my disposal. After several attempts I rigged up a very respectable imitation mouse out of one of the captured skins and fastened it to my best hook. My mouse swam beautifully but my hopes were falling, when suddenly a great white belly flashed for a moment in the sunlight, there was a tug on the line, and — the bank gave way beneath my feet and I found myself gasping in water up to my arm pits, but still holding the pole, while on the line was firmly hooked the big trout ! There ensued the hardest and most ex- citing hour’s work that I have done for many a day, but at last the fish was safely landed and I, wet and bedraggled but triumphant carried the big fellow home. That night Enoch told his astonished cronies all about it. “Yas, he ketched ’im with his hoss whip pole, his spider web line ’n a common little no ’count barn mouse, ’n Jabez couldn’t The Litchfield Studio Studio Building Arlington i Photographs that almost speak CLASS PHOTOGRAPHER 1900, 1901, 1902, 1903, 1904

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ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION. A short while after the successful hockey team was disbanded, Capt. Hicks issued the call for base ball candidates with a view toward an equally successful base ball aggregation. As soon as the weather be- came suitable, the practice was changed from the basement to Lawrence held, which has been hired for another year. The make-up of the team this year con- tains one or two important changes. Hen- drick, the reliable left fielder of last year’s team, has donned the catcher’s mask, in which capacity he has done excellent work. Clifford caught the first game, but finding himself not quite in his element has been installed in the outfield. In the twirling department Hicks is depended on to win the harder games, although Wood has pitched remarkably good ball in several WALTER K. HUTCHINSON, Farm Products Fancy Groceries Poultry, Game, Etc. anc j Provisions TELEPHONE CONNECTION 659=663 Hass. Avenue, Arlington. 45 Park Avenue, Arlington Heights. WETHERBEE BROS., 480 Massachusetts Avenue, Swan’s Block, Arlington. Tel. 414-3. victorious games. Banks, also, has showed up well in the pitcher’s box. Phil Taylor, at first, takes every thing that comes his way in first-class style, while Mansell at short and Mac Taylor at second are playing in a way to remind one of Parent and Ferris, of the Americans. Banks covers third base in good form, and is strong with the stick, also. Left field is occupied to good advantage by Cashman. Center field seems to be a pitcher’s alternative, and in right, Clifford, Rolfe and Marston have played, the latter at short, as well. The fielding has been on the whole much better than that is expected at this time of the year, but a little more effective batting is is needed to swell the list of victories. The season opened Friday, April 7th, on Lawrence field, with our customary first opponents from Cambridge Latin School. CCIbittemorc’s Qlyccdoma The Most Exquisite Preparation for the Skin. Cures Chapped Hands or Face, Chapped or Irritated Skin, After washing and wiping the parts affected, apply a little of the Lotion, rubbing gently until dry. O. W. WHITTEMORE, pharmacist, Arlington, Mass A. BOWMAN, Ladies and Gent’s Tailor, 478 Mass. Ave., Arlington. Altering, Cleaning, Dyeing, Pressing, Repairing.