Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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HJSTOm tftiP ' COLLECTION 3- ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION. LITERARY DEPARTMENT it-© P PRIDE GOETH BEFORE A FALL. A cold shiver passed down my spinal column and ran at large over my manly frame. Could it be true ? Was there no mistake? My eyes stuck out like an In- dian’s on the warpath as I reread that fatal letter. Alas ! it was true. Jack Moore, my cousin from the Maine woods, would meet me, yes, me , — no one else, — at the North Station, and from there I must go with him to Mrs. Arnold’s dinner. Where did he ever meet Mrs. Arnold ? Why, she was one of Boston’s ! But the time — it surely said six o’clock and now it was five. I have an appointment with the Dean ! No, I have a date with the Glee Club ! Better still, the whole Harvard yard is in- fested with smallpox! Why, I couldn’t go! The last time I heard from Jack he carried a carpet-bag and a green umbrella! To think of walking the whole length of Mrs. Arnold’s drawing room with him ! ’Twas too much to expect of a gentleman from Harvard ! Who was he, anyway ? Only a third cousin of my brother’s second wife, and he had been brought up in the wilds of the Maine woods. What business did he have to come up here and demand my guidance ? If I did go — disgrace. If I 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. Bicycle aim Base Ball Goods WETHERBEE BROS., 480 Massachusetts Avenue, Swan’s Block, Arlington. Tel. 414 3. didn’t — oh, my father’s wrath was terrible to think of. In truth I must go. A dress suit ! I could not find mine high nor low. I fell over the whole of my last winter’s clothes getting to the closet — for I had spied a box on the top shelf. The suit must be there. Every drawer in the room was streamed wide open — -about all my clothes seemed to be on the floor — - the dress suit must be in that box. I broke the string. Ye Gods and little fishes ! A bathing suit — striped blue and green ! I must borrow Dick’s. I hurried across the hall and rushed toward the closet. A box, neatly tied up, reposed calmly on the top shelf. If Dick’s suit was there I was saved. I tore off the paper. Heavens! An odor like the mingling of Pond’s Extract, kerosene, and the Charles-River-Flats-at- Low-Tide rose to greet me. ’Twas moth balls, moth balls. Yet the dress suit was there, covered with wrinkles not of the tailor’s art. I swung the coat out of the window and struggled on. I backed past the glass, I didn’t dare look. Think of Jack Moore and I together, treading Mrs. Arnold’s drawing room. ’Twas too much and I waited full five minutes to laugh. {glhittgmorc’s Glycedonia The Most Exquisite Preparation for the Skin. Cures Chapped Hands or Pace, 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.

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2 ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION. Before the next issue of the Clarion the Junior Gift will be presented to the school. The only places left for statues seem to be in the dark and secluded places. Perhaps the town will have to add a room to the building where Junior Gifts and Hockey Cups may be exibited. There must be something the matter with the storm whistle, for instead of waking pupils up at 7.15 as was intended, it only serves to tantalize them at 8.15. How would it work to try the 2-2 blows at 7.15 instead of 6.45 ? It would be a mistake indeed not to mention the Freshmen class pins. How fortunate the District Nursing Association was in operation, for the next day after the pins first appeared several scratches showed that the owners had been in close contact with the corners. Was Scott thinking of the spring vacation when he wrote, “ There’s a gude time coming.” A large, life-sized portrait of Nathan Pratt has been recently added to our school. Certainly no more fitting place could be found than its present position at the front of the assembly hall where all may be reminded each morning of Mr. Pratt’s gen- erosity. The equipment of the chemical, physical and botanical laboratories, also many of the art decorations and several fine lectures have been secured for us through the Pratt Fund. The portrait is the work of Mr. Caliga, a distinguished artist. Is there not some member in the school who can compose music suitable to be put with the words of our school song ? It seems strange that the music of a popular song is all that can be found worthy of the words. Perhaps it is unknown to some that the verses were written by a graduate of our school, and this makes it all the more desirable to have the music composed by one connected with the school. During the winter the school has been treated to an excellent course of lectures and recitals through the instrumentality of the Pratt fund. The first lecture was given by Dr. Jaynes. The speaker chose for his subject, “Greek Drama.” All who attended this lecture were well repaid, for the speaker handled his subject in a very interesting and instructive manner. Prof. Baker, of Harvard, gave two very interesting lectures on “ The Drama in Shakespeare’s Day,” and the “ London of Shakespeare.” He emphasized the fact that Shakespeare’s success was attained by “ dint of hard la- bor,” an element which is always prominent in a self-made man. Dean Southwick spoke on “ Hamlet, the Man of Will.” This lec- ture was followed by a recital of Bulwer Lytton’s “ Richelieu, the Cardinal King,” and Shakespeare’s “ Othello.” Mr. South- wick ' s ability to interpret the great plays makes it very instructive as well as enter- taining to attend his recitals. The Senior and Junior classes remember with pleasure the year Dr. Mather spent with us as a teacher and are glad to have him fill the vacancy caused by Miss Reed’s illness. We may well be proud of our hockey team for its showing on the ice this year. This makes the second year we are guard- ians of the new cup. The cup is soon to be presented to the school for a year and at the same time an individual cup will be given to each player on the team. As spring comes the base-ball players are get- ting ready for a campaign. May they be as successful as the hockey team ! Now is the time to get the flags ready, girls.

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4 ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION. The car buzzed over Harvard bridge. My coat flapped around the motorman’s legs. I was airing off on the front plat- form. I had tramped the station for half an hour now. A good looking fellow tramped with me, and we smiled at each other, being in a common cause, I suppose. Where could my infant be ? Lost or strayed, very likely, and father would blame me. As the clock slowly traveled around to seven, the fellow left. The station grew colder and the thoughts of that fellow travelling the streets and my father’s wrath on finding it out, urged me on to find my cousin despite the cost of pride. I hailed a cab. I never saw one go so slowly. I got into the wrong house three times and the butlers turned me gravely out. It was growing unbearable — even that butler had sniffed and looked alarmed. If I’d been a woman, tears would have ap- peared long ago. The hostess was charming. I looked wildly around and whispered to myself, “ Keep cool, keep cool,” while I fervently prayed that Jackie wouldn’t come. There was that fellow I had seen in the station. His fraternity pin told me that he was a Dartmouth man. He sniffed and moved away. The odor of moth balls rose above my fear for my cousin’s safety, while I cursed their inventor. The hostess looked decidedly worried. “ It must be the radiators,” she broke out. I dashed toward it. Could it be that radia- tor ? Nay, sad truth, it was the moth balls. I turned the heat off — I turned it on — ’twas to no avail. The hostess’ son coming in a trifle later, looked around in that same puzzled way — “the lamp? ” he queried. They all smiled sympathetically. Dinner was announced, — a heaven sent blessing. If Jack had come they might have thought it was his clothes, but to have a Harvard student infested with moth balls and then have a country cousin turn up was too much. The butler coughed, the window was lowered, but I could not escape. Then the butler made the fatal mistake. The soup was spilled on a girl’s dress. Every one forgetful, dashed to the rescue — my handkerchief was whipped out and eight, — yes, eight, — round, white, beastly moth balls popped out and rolled across the floor. “ Why, M. Long, they’re moth balls,’’ the girls broke out. “ Long ? ” asked the fellow from the sta- tion with a twinkle in his eye. “ I rather think I’m your cousin, Jack Moore.” With shame I thought of the tale of the umbrella and the carpet bag, of the strange English that I had expected, and my fear o The Best Place to buy . . CONFECTIONERY . . is at the Mystic Street Waiting Room ? 6 A. 0. SPRAGUE. R. W. Shattuck Co., PLUMBERS Furnaces, Ranges and General Jobbing 462 Massachusetts Avenue. Charles Davis Com?, n. iu. r . Visit • COLUMBIAN CAFE FOR A DENTIST, Quick Lunch or Good Dinner 22 POST OFFICE BLOCK, CIGARS AND TOBACCO. ARLINGTON. Telephone J82-3. A. C. LaBREQUE, Railroad Crossing.