Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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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.

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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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ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION. 5 making a scene with him. I shuddered while I thought of my pride, but when I thought of the signs I had left at home about blowing out the gas and turning off the water, that same cold shiver raced down my back and tortured me ; and all the while I was pulling on my coat that would ride up my back. Verily, “ Pride goeth before a fall.” Marion R. Brooks, ’06. A SIGNAL OF DISTRESS. It waa a clear moonlight night in Octo- ber, and though midnight was fast ap- proaching, many of my fellow passengers had come out on deck to enjoy a picture far more beautiful than any artist could paint. The great, full moon looked down upon us in the most friendly manner, and seemed to take great delight in spreading a soft glow as far as it could reach, over the smooth expanse of glimmering water, interrupted here and thereby a small island, with its white beach and perchance a little cluster of houses in the centre. The beauty of the scene had caused a deep silence to fall upon the little company, and each one of us was busy with his own thoughts, when suddenly my eye lighted on a small white object in the distance. On leaning forward to examine it more closely, I came to the conclusion that it was a signal of dis- tress, and whispered the discovery to my companion. Together we stole up to the captain, who was leisurely smoking his pipe just inside the cabin door, and explained the situation to him. Instantly he was alert with interest, and taking his spy-glass from his pocket, he walked quickly to the railing, and peered anxiously at the moving white speck in the distance. Just at this moment the moon began to disappear behind a dark cloud, so that he hardly had time to exam- ine the object, before a complete darkness had settled upon the water. I assured him I knew some one was drowning out there, and begged him to send help; so, ordering the pilot to turn the ship a little more to the northeast, he went below to see that her speed was increased, in order that we might reach the unfortunate person as soon as possible. By this time I had acquainted everyone on deck with the news, and the silence was replaced by a scene of confu- sion and excitement, which increased more and more as the ship advanced, aggravated by the fact that we could no longer see any- thing. When we were within calling dis- tance, the captain shouted, “Hello there ! ” But there was no reply. Again he shouted, and still no reply. As he well knew that there were rocks in that vicinity, he dared proceed no farther, but ordered the sailors to anchor the ship and lower a row boat, into which two stalwart men descended with a lantern, and rowed away in the di- rection which the captain indicated to them. By the help of the lantern, the small group of excited passengers could follow the course of the little dory, as it made its way very slowly against both the wind and the tide. Fifteen minutes of anxious waiting went by, before we saw the boat stop in front of what looked like an immense black rock. To our astonishment it did not stay very long here, but gliding slowly around the rock, it began to move toward us, ap- ARLJNCTQN BOSTON Le Buff Bros. Interior Decorators. WINDOW SHADES, WALL PAPER, BRASS POLES AND RODS, DRAPERIES, MOULDINGS, WINDOW SCREENS, VENETIAN BUNDS, UPHOLSTERY HARDWARE, GRILL WO K. 483 IV! ASSACHUSETTS AVENUE.