Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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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.

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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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6 ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION. parently without having added a single per- son to its crew. As the moon was still under the cloud, and we could see nothing but the glimmer of the lantern, you can imagine with what impatience we awaited the return of the little craft, which was coming back very swiftly, helped along by the gentle breeze and the long, even strokes of the sailors. Not a word would they an- swer to our excited shouts, and it was not until they had reached the ship’s side and had been helped up on deck, that we learn- ed the result of their expedition. The sig- nal was only a bit of foam, dashing upon the side of a rock. You may be sure I did not sit up much later that night, but slipped quietly off to bed; not in time, however, to escape a few sarcastic remarks, relative to my marvelous eyesight. Marjorie Wood, ’06 The Litchfield Studio Stu dio Building Arlington V Photographs that almost speak I CLASS PHOTOGRAPHER 1900 , 1901 , 1902 , 1903 , 1904 SIR ROGER IN BOSTON. Facilis descensus Averno . — Virg. One cent is all one has to pay To descend and pass through the Subway. Trans. C. G. A short time ago, while my friend, Sir Roger de Coverley, was spending a fort- night with me, we decided one day, at my suggestion, to pay a visit to the Hub. We had the motor car, one of the new four cylinder machines, brought around to the door, where Sir Roger, true to his custom, wished to inspect the axle-trees. Although I showed him that he would be obliged to crawl partly beneath the vehicle, he in- sisted, and proceeded to plough up the ground with the back of his new leather reefer. He emerged very soon, however, spluttering cylinder oil with a wry face, and exclaiming, “ That tastes exactly like the substance that Will Honeycomb was wont to oil his hair with, and which I once took for eau-de-vie ! ” As for the axle-trees, they seemed to be perfectly satisfactory, so we climbed in and started. I certainly disregarded the speed ordi- nance that morning, and Sir Roger managed to gasp in my ear, “ Aren’t you — going — a bit — ah — fast ? Really, you know, I have not had — ah — time to bow — to any of the — people we — have past, — much less to say — good morning.” I replied that they, too, were in a hurry, so that it did not matter. On arriving at the hotel, we got out and went in the side entrance where, after reg- istering, we were beset by the usual ob- sequious bell boys and porters, all of whom Sir Roger thanked very kindly and pro- ceeded to look for one with some infirmity. “ H’m,” said he, after a short survey of every nether limb, “ they all seem to be as sound as the three-year-old geldings.” After a change of clothing and lunch, we were again ceremoniously brushed by cer- tain other servile individuals, one of whom,