Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 138 of the 1925 volume:

| SOPHOMORE ! ISSUE i mi n tiium mi uimuui itiiiiuiuiijiiiiniiiiiiinnininuimniniunni Ttte voice of tne school ' tiiiiiiiM ' iiHinmillimiHllniminiinnimmHiuii I mi u iim c-e-Hos iiiiiMiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiHimmniiiiimnnnuiiiuiiiiiiiiiiuy PATRONIZE THESE ADVERTISERS School Savings is a National Project, designed to promote thrift and habit of saving. We all have certain habits, but most of us lack the one of systematic saving. You can acquire this by planning regularly to save a part of your earnings or allowance. THE SCHOOL STAMP MACHINE IS AT YOUR SERVICE MAKE IT WORK FOR YOUR BENEFIT Arlington Five Cents Savings Bank MAIN OFFICE 626 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE, CORNER PLEASANT STREET EAST ARLINGTON BRANCH ARLINGTON HEIGHTS BRANCH 190 MASSACHUSETTS AVE. 1314 MASSACHUSETTS AVE. 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PICTURES AND FRAMES 4 PARK SQUARE, BOSTON SUMMER AND MILL STREETS ARLINGTON COMPLIMENTS OF REGENT THEATRE MARIE JOSEPHINE FRAZER TEACHER OF FANCY AND BALLROOM DANCING 98 OXFORD STREET, ARLINGTON Telephone, Arlington 3079-W ELEMENTARY AND ADVANCED PIANOFORTE INSTRUCTION MISS L. MARSHALL ormerly with New England Conservatory and Faelten Pianoforte School) For Appointments Call Arlington 2181-J 31 FAIRMONT STREET, ARLINGTON OLYMPIA SPA CONFECTIONERY, FRUIT, CIGARS ICE CREAM AND SODA 352 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE Telephone, Arlington 2988 FREE DELIVERY Beware the Germs ThisEmblem of the Air Any doctor will tell you thati lakeshift “window coolers’’ are standing invitation to the fly- lg germs of the dust laden air. Don’t take chances with food’s urity these cooler days. Pro- ;ct that food with ice and at Your Protection le same time protect its value in dollars with le investment of only a few cents a day. We are here to serve. ARLINGTON-BELMONT ICE COMPANY CHATS WITH YOUR GAS MAN WHEN a gas appliance gets out of order the good housewife sometimes thinks that the folks next door should hear about it. So she tells them. She g ' ets sympathy, perhaps, and then the news spreads from neighbor to neighbor. But sym- pathy does not correct the flaw. It is the frank, outspoken, vou- to-us complaint that gets action. Whatever your criticism or complaint, tell it to us, and tell it to us first. We’ll do everything ' we can to remedy the trouble with no loss of time or effort on anyone’s part. That is our business. Give us an opportunity to prove our wil- lingness to make every customer a satisfied customer. ARLINGTON GAS LIGHT COMPANY ARLINGTON 2000 I j i j i i i I Published during the school year by The Students of The Arlington High School Entered as Second-Class Matter November 9, 1917, at Boston, (Arlington Branch) Mass. P. O., under the Act of March 3, 1879 Acceptance for mailing at special rate of postage provided for in Section 1103, Acts of October 3, 1917, authorized June 6, 1919 | Arlington Sfiglj | Srljool (Clarion ONE DOLLAR PER YEAR Volume II. ARLINGTON (Boston), MASS., MARCH, 1925 Number 3 Clarion Board of Management Acti ng Ed i tori n-Cli i ef Claude Higgins, ’25 Assistant Editor Walter Atkinson, ’27 B usiness Manager Donald Jones, ’25 Assistant Business Managers Francis Vossahlik, ’25 G. Winn, ’2G A dvertising Manager Claude Higgins, ’25 Assistant Advertising Manager Richard Blasdale, ’2(5 Literary Editor Dorothy Dowse, ’24 Assistant Literary Editor Esther Alden, ’20 Class Note Editor Marjorie Manning, ’25 Assistant Class Note Editor Dorothy Blevins, ’2(5 Exchange Editor Helen Joseph, ’25 Assistant Exchange Editors Helen Lowcock, ’25 Louise Bradley, ’2G Albert Brooks, ’2G Athletic Editor Daniel I Toole y, ' 25 Assistant Athletic Editors Francis Vossahlik, ’25 Edith Johnson, ’25 Club Notes Editor Pauline Crowe, ’25 Assistant Editor Rachel Crosby THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION lEMtorials SOPHOMORE ISSUE This issue of the Clarion is culled the Sophomore Issue not particularly because of Sophomore contributions, but because the last three issues of your paper were planned as the Sopho- more, Junior, and Senior issues res- pectively. Owing to the illness of our •little” Editor-in-Chief the work of carrying through this issue was in the hands of other members of the Board. Here’s hoping that ‘“Little Joe” is feeling hale and hearty, ready to re- sume his task of Editor-in-Chief in his usual efficient manner. C. A. H. “LATE HOURS AND BRILLIANCY” Late hours and brilliancy do not go hand in hand. If one desires to be adept in his pursuit of knowledge, then let him shun late hours. If, on the other hand, he desires to trip the light fantastic until the small hours of the morning, then lie must sacrifice any hope of ever being termed brilliant. If one has any wish to reach a mate- rial goal, to ascend to the heights or fame, he must keep that purpose in mind, he must ever see that goal plainly before him, or he is lost. Regardless of the fact that some people can play two games of cards while they solve six problems mentally, I maintain that knowledge is gained by intensive con- centration on a subject. The best hours in which to study are, I say most emphatically, not those just preceding midnight. When one returns from gay festivities just as the dawn is breaking in the sky, l feel assured that he will not consider the writing of an English theme a choice task, nor will he greet it with superfluous enthusiasm. Therefore, the fact re- mains that one must choose, in all things one must choose, with perhaps the exception of the most difficult ques- tion in an examination. There, of course, a choice is never permitted. So, if one would visualize his footsteps imprinted on the sands of time, and his name ranked among the immortals, let him have for his motto, “Early to Bed and Early to Rise.” Margaret Donahue, ’25. NOW THAT MID YEARS ARE OVER— Now at last Mid-Year Exams have come and gone and we feel relieved and satisfied (?). One-half of the school year is over. Unconsciously each day of this first half we have been anticipating the relief we would feel when the exams would be over. Now we have that relief, we have finished this great task and most of us are ask- ing ourselves, “What is the next step? What is our next task to accomplish? Where do we go from here?” Obviously we go on with our work. We open our books and begin to study at the point we left off to review for 4 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION Mid-Years. We go on with our work as before except that a strain and fear has been lifted from our minds and our heads feel lighter. Our tasks in- deed seem lighter but we must all be on our guard for now the germ of an unsuspected restlessness is in the air, and on our right and left we see our comrades fall beneath its fatal influ- ence. I have seen some wandering aimlessly about school with no interest in work or play. They are thirsting terribly for something new and think they have spring fever. But no, not yet. The germ that makes them rest- less is the anticipation of spring fever. The most sweet air and the melting snow give a false suggestion of spring, and help the willy old restless germ. Oh, woe betide the man or maid who falters for they will not recover ’till spring. Woe betide the books for the will lie unused ' till they are furied in their own dust. So to save our friends from this peri 1 we must all write and work together. This, then is the next step — to be wide awake. This is the next task to accomplish — to banish the germ of restlessness. And we must go into school to do this. To be sure Mid-Years are over but the evil germ is abroad seeking its prey. We must all watch out. At school, to be sure, is a great life if we don’t weaken at the first false sug- gestion of spring. Hilda Frost. FORGET — BUT — Forget the slander you have heard. Forget the hasty, unkind word: Forget the quarrel and the cause, Forget the whole affair because Forgetting is the only way. Forget the storm of yesterday, Forget the chap whose sour face Forgets to smile in any place; Forget to even get the blues, But — don’t forget to turn in news. Library Notes A library makes life better morally, keener mentally, sounder physically, and richer commercially. IMPORTANCE OF SCHOOL LIBRARIES There seems to be increased interest in the use of school libraries. Both school officers and teachers are coming to see that if the school library is properly selected and administered it is the most valuable part of the school equipment. The following are its most important functions : 1. Training the children to read for pleasure, that they may form the read- ing habit. 2. Training them to read for infor- mation, that they may acquire a fuller knowledge of geography, history, sci- ence, and other subjects taught in the school, and at the same time form the habit of reading for information, a habit which will be of value to them all through life. 3. Training them to read books which will tend to rouse in them the desire to make the most and best of 1 hemselves. 4. To form the library habit so that not only after leaving school but be- fore, they will use the public library, a habit which will be to them a source of pleasure and profit as long as they live. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION ESSAY ON A QUADRUPED ANIMAL SANS PI EDS The animated canine, otherwise known as tin hot dog, is a peculiar specie of dog, now found on the Atlan- tic and Pacific seaboard, infesting mostly the pleasure resorts. Professor Zvarklberg, an eminent dogologist, declares, after many years research, that this specie is the mis- sing link in the prehistoric chain of sausage. The origin of this animal lias been traced to Germany in a section known as Frankfurt. Hitherto all re- search in this line was confined to the bologna, a larger specie, found in Italy and the North End of Boston. The nearest relative to the bologna, states Professor Zvarklberg, is the dacha bund, but, during some process of elim- ination, the tail, legs, and other encum- berances have been lost — undoubtedly in the grinding machine. The animated canine is usually rec- ognized by a growth, composed of Hour, water, salt and yeast, and a yel- low plant juice of a rather trenchant taste, but not intoxicating. A series of lectures will lie given by Professor Zyarklberg, beginning next Saturday evening at twelve-thirty with: “Where Do Dead Horses Go?” — Anon. SPRING FEVER “Spring has come Ho-hum.” There are many diseases and many kinds of diseases. They come in all the desired (or undesired) sizes and shapes — long, short, hard, soft, made- to-order, and incurable. Most of the last mentioned are not at all pleas- ant, but ther e is one of them in which most people seem to take a peculiar satisfaction. It’s part of the disease, I suppose — Spring Fever. Spring fever, I maintain, is the di- rect result and disastrous after-effect of Mid-Year Examinations. No, it is not too early for spring fever in March. Ask any normal high school pupil. Be- sides March is the first of the spring months by the calendar, and the time when the hard worked student begins to look forward, count on his lingers, and say, “Only three more months of school !” Then he remembers that the reward for his labors will be nothing less than another set of exams even worse than the just passed ( ?) Mid- Years. lie groans; then with a final spurt of energy (the last for inany-a- long day) he summons up the courage to revolt. He resolves with good and bad reasons that under no circum- stances, forced, enforced, or any other way will he do any hard work. No! (; THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION By Caesar, Stone and Mill is, Frazer and Sqnair, Hitchcock, and all the rest, NO! What he considers hard work he leaves to his conscience. And alas, his conscience also refuses to work. There is a general strike on all sides, for he has contracted the spring fever. Even such strong minded individ- uals as vow at the beginning of March to attend strictly to business and bring up their marks and so on, and so forth, have to give in when the first balmy days of April come — soft and warm and moist and deliciously languid. The poor people have to submit. They come in like lions but they go out like lambs. There is a question as to whether spring fever is limited to hard worked individuals alone, or whether anyone is susceptible to it. That is, can teach- ers as well as pupils catch it? I don’t know. Not being a teacher I cannot tell you. 1 can only say: How much nicer it would be if everyone who had spring fever was treated with as much consideration as lie deserves consider- ing his serious condition. Those on t he danger list should be kept at home. Those with lighter cases, let strictly alone and treated with the best ante- dote — no work. Let the world recog- nize that spring fever is no joke; also that it cannot be helped; also that it has its good points as well as every- thing else. There are two sides to every question. So t lie next time you find yourself yawning remember it is the season of yawns. For Spring has come Ho-hum ! Ruth Hopkins, ’ 26 . WHISTLING MARY Two ex-army air pilots bought an old army airplane cheap, through which they intended to make their liv- ing. They lived in a little town in the western part of Massachusetts. Jack was the older of the two and lie was a pilot during the World War. His chum Fred was his mechanic and vice- versa. ‘“Well,” said Fred, what are we go- ing to call our machine?” I think we shall call it Whistling Mary” because of the way the wind whistled through the stays when we were coming from Buffalo. When do we give our first exhibition Jack? I think we shall en- ter our plane in the contest given at the Fair in Detroit on June Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth. The contest ran as follows: On the first day there was to he a five mile race in which the contestants were to fly at an altitude of not more than three hundred feet for the last mile. On the second day, there was going to be a loop the loop contest, the winner being Hie entry that made the most loops. On the third day there was go- ing to be a contest to see which plane | could reach the highest altitude, and on Hie last day a hundred mile race. The entry making sixty points won the contest. The points were given as fol- lows twenty points for the five mile race, the loop the loop contest, for the ship reading the highest altitude, and forty for the hundred mile race. “ ' We are going to win the contest Jack,” said Fred. We sure are, Fred, but that Italian with his Standard is going to make the pace hot. It was a gray, sort of a cloudy day, but huge crowds were at the Fair when the planes lined up at the starting line for the five mile race. With the pop of the starter’s gun, five planes | roared down the stretch with a small biplane in the lead. At the half way mark the biplane still lead with THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION “Whistling ' Mary” and the Standard close behind. They crossed the finish half a length behind the biplane, which had made a thrilling finish just nosing out the Standard and Whistling Mary. The second day was a beautiful cloudless summer day with a blazing sun looking down at the throng that had packed the grounds. The entries in the loop the loop contest reached as high an altitude as possible before starting their loops. The biplane did five or six and was then seen to glide to earth. After what seemed a thou- sand loops, Fred said the Italian was the only other plane still in the air. They were very low when they saw the Italian glide to earth and were only able to make a few more loops and they too had to glide to earth the win- ners, having completed seventy-six loops to seventy-three for the Italian. It was the following day, rather early in the morning and the planes went up after the officials had tested the deli- cate altitude recorders to see that 1 bey were working properly. Jack and Free had been in the air about two Hours 1 amt a stiff breeze was blowing. They were at an altitude of thirty-seven thousand feet with one plane above and two be- low them when their motor missed and dropped dead. They began to descend very rapidly carried by the breeze tak- ing tail spins, and nose dives. Jack, a clever pilot, descended at an angle against the wind which slackened bis j speed. He landed in an open field near the grounds after narrowly missing some tall trees. When they had pushed the plane into its shed they found that the Italian had won. lie climbed to a height of forty-three thousand feet and though not a record breaker it was ! a good showing on a windy day. “Let’s fix up the plane for tomorrow and furthermore we got to win to- morrow,” said Jack. They began to tune the motor when Fred found that the carburetor had been monkeyed with. It was fixed so that it would refuse to function at a high altitude. They left a close guard that night- at about twelve o’clock Jack heard some- body outside the tent so woke Fred and going in opposite directions around the plane they attempted to catch the man. The intruder saw them so he threw a bottle and run. Fred remained to watch the plane while Jack chased him. Jack was, only out of high school seven years, where lie was a half miler, but the intruder had too much of a start and Jack lost him in the dark. He ran back and to bis relief was told by Fred that the bottle didn’t do any harm. They didn ' t sleep any more, but studied the plans for the race. It was five minutes of two ana three planes were on the starting line anx- iously waiting for two o’clock. “Come on, cheer old top,” said Fred when he saw Jack was nervous, “(lee, I wish it was two o’clock, Fred.” The starter’s gun went off and so did the planes at a terrific speed. Jack lost all nervousness as he ascended. They bad to race to a tower about fifty miles from the grounds go around it and the finish was directly over the grounds. At the tower Jack lost con- trol for a second and lost more than half a mile. He gave f he engine full power so quickly that she seemed to leap from the tower as if shot from a catapult. At the three quarter mark he was second steadily gaining on the Standard. When they could see the grounds the Standard led by but half a length the Italian seeing the way Jack was gaining made a turn in to- ward our ship. There would have been a wreck if lie hadn’t stopped when he saw Jack would not give. When he THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 8 straightened out again we were even and we won by a length. In winning we made sixty points, won the contest and the twenty-five thousand dollars, the first prize. C. Coi.lixs. THE PRIVILEGE OF A LADY It was a crisp, cool morning, in the latter part of August, a kind of morn- ing which can only be found among the New Hampshire hills. A crowd of young people, (including myself) had decided to go horseback riding before breakfast, so at 5.30 A. M., it was a rather sleepy looking, yet lively group that finally assembled at the stable doors. They stood eagerly awaiting the appearance of the groom. He had been out until the unheard of hour of 11.00 the night before and found rather difficulty in rising. At last, he arrived on the scene, still chewing at a great rate, the remains of his breakfast, (a shredded wheat bis- cuit) as could easily be seen. With his right hand lie was 1 savagely trying to comb back his curly locks, which persisted in forming “cute” ringlets on his brow was causing him much disgust. With his left hand lie was clumsily fumbling with the buttons of his jacket. “Hi there, Maurice,” called one of the boys in the party, “Need any help?” “Guess not,” responded Maurice, blushing deeply. “Are the horses ready?” “Well I should hope to tell 1” piped up quick tongued, Jean II. Hall. If they weren ' t, why you wouldn’t find us loafing around here at this late hour ! No sir ! Why your royal high- ness, do you realize we have been wait- ing for you just a solid thirty min- utes? ' ' With that she dashed towards the stable and quickly mounted her horse. The others of the party all did the same but me. I still stood gazing in awe at the groom, who during Jean H. Hall’s little speech had stuffed into his mouth, two piping hot rolls. At last I came to my senses when I heard the gleeful voice of Harold Hall (Jean ' s younger brother and general nuisance) call out teasingly, “Oh Tim you’ve got to ride Lady, you’ve got to ride Lady ’cause I ' ve got Dixie, tee hee!” Ye Gods and Little Fishes! My heart dropped like a lump of lead to the soles of my feet ! Ride Lady ! Why she was the slowest horse in the stable, and here all the morning I had been just aching to ride! Not just go, but ride! I couldn’t have Dixie, for well I knew that young vagabond, Hall, would never give her up while he was in tantalizing mood ! Plead, beg, or bribe, I knew nothing could stir him so I decided not to try, but calmly mounted that old, worn out, half don- key-like nag, termed “Lady.” “All set?” called the groom. “All set!” came the general chorus, which drowned out my emphatic, “No!” And before I could settle myself in the saddle the others were half way down the road, while her Ladyship was calmly partaking of the grain set aside for the work horses. Trying hard not to lose my temper, I spoke soothing words into her long, lopped ears. But she heard not! Sud- denly I remembered the sugar which I had bought for Dixie. Leaning over I stuffed two large lumps into her mouth. These she devoured greedily, and I guess they must have brought her back to earth for she seemed to discover that the other horses had gone on ahead, so we started off at a slow trot. When we reached the main street THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION ) not a horse or rider was in sight, but in the distance 1 saw something ap- proaching. As it came nearer I could make it out to be a hug” or in other words a small sport runabout, bright red in color with an extremely loud cut-out. Whether it was the color or the cut-out that spurred Lady on, I never really knew. But as the car came within ten feet of us, Iter Honor” reared on her hind legs, pranced about for a minute, then with a mighty leap started galloping down the road. Oh yes it was great to ride, and all that! — but when one lands on the back of a balky horse, whose ribs penetrate one’s legs like a saw, why it isn’t quite so much like sport, as 1 soon found out ! Standing up in my stirrups, I pulled muscularly on the reins, but without any effects. Lady only seemed to lake this as a bidding to move faster, which she readily did. On and on we gal- loped until we caught up with the others. But catching up with them was not enough, for precious “Lady- bird” stopped not at them, but kept on going at her excuse my dust” speed. Presently 1 fell something give away and myself being thrown for- ward on the horse ' s neck. All 1 could think of for the moment was that she was on the verge of a fatal collapse but found out presently that she had only stumbled over a stone in the road. I had hardly been settled in the saddle again when Lady, still going as strong as ever, suddenly turned down a side road. “Gee,” I gasped, what is she going to do now?” She was headed straight for the lake, which was about fifteen feet ahead. Suddenly I heard a roar and a splash of water and before I knew it my old faithful nag was carrying me far into tin depths of Lake Sunapee. Long be- fore I had seen visions of angels but now I saw more than visions! How- ever I did not completely lose my senses, so loosening my feet from the stirrups I plunged into the unknown depths of the water. 1 soon found out that the water was not over the noise’s head and as luck would have it, the stump of an old tree was protruding out of the water. I threw the reins over this and then started to swim back to shore. Just as I reached the mainland who should come dashing up, but Maurice to the rescue ! One by one the other riders approached the shore and all began to talk and joke at once. The only thing I could do was to point to my dear enemy,” and the groom took in the situation at a glance, laughed heartily and said : Let her stay there awhile, maybe it will cool her oft.” “Yes, let her stay there,” 1 agreed, but say, Maurice, that horse certainly did change her mind.” “Well,” drawled Maurice, grinning broadly, it’s the privilege of a lady.” Pem” Brown, ' 25 . CONCERNING A DREAMER ANI) BOOKKEEPER AND NOT VERY MUCH ELSE Jason Jefferson was a man and he dreamed dreams. Also, lie worked in a millinery establishment as second as- sistant bookkeeper. Not because he was particularly interested in book- keeping as a profession but because eating was one of his habits. He sat all day on a high stool in the corner of the office of Brockton-Smith, Milli- ners, hunched over a ledger with his legs wrapped around the legs of the stool and made figures. There are ex- actly ten different kinds of figures and 10 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION they look like this: 0, 1, 2, .° , 4, o, 0, 7, 8. 1). Jason made these figures ah day long and lie finally became so expert that lie could say, “Put 4 and carry 1-G and 5-11-19, and 6-25. Put 5 and carry 2 — with one part of his mind while with the other he jour- neyed from pole to pole in a highly- improved aeroplane of his own inven- tion ; sat on a Sultan’s throne and or- dered Mr. Brockton, the partner with the walrus mustache, to choose between losing his head and raising his, Jason’s pay ; or joined a gang of Western cow- boy desperadoes and held up trains or kidnapped the daughters of cattle kings and held them for ransom, then mar- ried them, after getting the ransom money from their papas, however. Rather silly for a grown-up man, you say? But then grown-up men are apt to do idiotic things. Ask any woman. Each Saturday Jason received a small white envelope which always con- tained exactly twenty dollars. Twelve dollars of this he gave to his landlady, in return for which he was granted oc- cupancy of one nine by six hall-bed- room and the privilege of partaking of the boarding house meals, which had a singular sameness of flavor. After supper the boarders divided into two groups: — those who were go- ing out that evening and those who were not. Jason was of the group who were not. In winter this group adjourned to the parlor, where Mrs. Jenkins, the plump widow, promptly took posses- sion of the large armchair (the only really comfortable seat in the place! which stood under a pink-shaded floor lamp. These articles had been pur- chased during the period of war time prosperity and were now slightly frayed, but then continued to have the most conspicuous place in the room, as they undoubtedly would for some years to come since the remaining fur- niture consisted of two types not cele- brated for beauty — Mission and Victor- ian. Miss Jamie, the thin spinster, a 1 way- arrived exactly fifty seconds after Mrs. Jenkins and her scarf, necklaces, eai rings, bangles and bracelets had set- tled themselves. Miss Jamie then cast an indignant glance at the aforesaid Mrs. Jenkins who pretended not to set; it. After looking helplessly around Miss Jamie sat in the same corner of the Mission sofa upon which she had sat for the past seven years. 8he then produced from a small black bag a small white doily upon which she im- mediately set to work after murmur- ing something about “very poor sewing light over here, really” which Mrs. Jen- kins did not, hear. More ladies entered along with a few men who proceeded to look un- comfortable as the women began to chat and then to decide they needed a cigar and, finally, to slip out of the room, one by one, until Jason was usu- ally left alone, sitting on a genuine horse chair with black walnut carvings. He always sat stiffly upright (it was impossible to sit any other way) with a newspaper held open before him but, although the light in his corner of the room was very dim, there was little danger of his straining his eyes, for he never turned beyond the second page. If you have not already noticed that Jason was a remarkable person, here is proof : — he could sit in a room with eight or nine women all talking at once and think! On summer evenings the people of the square came out and sat on their steps or strolled round the little park in the center and sat on the benches. Jason, by reason of a claim established THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION two summers earlier had reserved a bench for himself and there he spent his evenings, quite alone, for lie dis- pensed with the newspaper in summer. That is to say, he looked alone to pas- sersby, hut Jason himself never felt lonesome. Indeed, he was seldom more , than half conscious of his surround- ings. The inhabitants of the square agreed that lie was “queer” hut discussed him no further. Readers (if there are any) are going to say: “This fellow, Jeffer- son, wi ll now do some wonderful thing and conclude this story.” On the contrary — Jason Avas inter- ested merely in dreams — not in their fulfilment. Jason had gazed at space for a long time one evening Avhen he was rather annoyed by a girl who, sauntering sloAvly, absorbed in a book, halted be- fore him in such a manner as to com- I pletely obstruct his view. After she had remained there about rive minutes, i Jason coughed. The girl raised her head, startled, and looked at him for a second. Then she sat down on the other end of the bench and continued reading. Jason looked at the ground and wished he hadn’t coughed. At length the girl closed the book and murmured to no one at all “That Avas some book!” Jason looked at her sharply. She seemed harmless, so he ventured to ask, “What’s the name of it?” She replied, in a very enthusiastic tone, “It’s called ‘White Cliff Trail’; I a man named Darius Taylor wrote it. It’s all about cowboys and Indians and a wonderful dog. There’s a rich man in it who tries to buy cheaply the land on which the hero is trying to start a ranch, because he knows there’s oil on it, but the hero doesn’t, see?” “Oh, yes,” said Jason Avhen her stream of talk halted for a minute. “I think I’ve read that book, too. It’s 11 pretty good, but — you know the scene in the library ? — well, I’d change the place where the hero comes in. I’d have him come in AA r earing the clothes he does on the ranch, big, heavy boots, plaid shirt and those funny-looking Avoolly trousers coAvboys wear. If the scene Avere written that way you’d see the difference between the coAvboy avIio’s trying so hard to make his ranch a success that he can ' t spare the money to get a regular suit of clothes and the rich Millieuse in his evening clothes. Then I’d have him, Millieuse, afraid Ingleton would mark up his floors with the big boots but Millieuse Avouldn’t dare speak to him because he’d be afraid he’d make Ingleton mad and then Ingleton wouldn’t sell him the land he wanted. “And then the place Avliere Ingle- ton ' s dog rinds the letter that tells about the oil on Millieuse ' s lawn and brings it home to Ingleton — I wouldn’t have it a letter — I’d have it a map, a geologist’s map with the places where oil Avas marked on it. Millieuse would probably have only one letter, but he might have half a dozen maps and he’d probably not miss the map as soon as lie would the letter, see?” Jason stopped. He Avondered Avhat had made him talk so much. He had never said so much before in all his life. He had never talked about his dreams ! in fact he Avas rather ashamed of them. What must this girl think of him? Well, it was her oAvn fault. She’d started him. He glanced at her. She was- listening intently, fascinated. So he talked on. When the entire book had been revised — this took about an hour — and he had to stop for lack of material, the girl spoke. “Why,” said she. “You tell stories well, really. Better than this author, I think.” Jason, a little embarrassed by the compliment, fell silent and occupied THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 12 himself iti digging a hole in the ground with his heel. Did you ever try writing — for the magazines or something?’’ she inquired, abruptly. “Why, no,” replied Jason, slowly. This was a brand new idea. He turned it over in his mind. “No-o, I never though of doing that. Never occurred to me. Rather a good idea, though. But — I don’t know — ” Obviously Jason was still flounder- ing. You see, he, along with quite a few other people, liked to be informed beforehand when he was going to meet an idea. He wanted to know what to say to it. “Anyhow I couldn’t very well. Be- cause, even though I do get good ideas, the minute I take a pen in my hand to write a letter or something 1 can’t think of a thing — not a thing!” “That’s easily fixed,” cried the girl enthusiastically — she was really a very enthusiastic person 1 can write for you. I know shorthand work as a “stenog” — and you can talk while I write it down.” ‘But,” objected Jason, rather lamely, the stories mightn’t lie any good. How do we know they would be accepted? You might have all your work and trouble for nothing.” The girl didn’t bother answering his protests. She said, “Listen. Doesn’t this sound important — Miss Barbara O’Donnell, private secretary to the fa- mous author- — why, what is your name, anyway? To think I’ve been sitiing here talking to you all this time and T don’t even know your name!” “Jason Jefferson,” he answered, watching to see if she’d smile or say, how odd!” as people generally did. .Jason Jefferson,” she repeated, only smiling a little bit. “How nice. It jingles sort of.” “I’m not doing this stenographing just to be nice, you know. If you do get famous, 1 want you to promise me a job as private secretary. Promise?” Sure,” laughed lie. But you’ll have to wait quite a while for your pay. How about a half share in whatever 1 get— that would be fair, wouldn ' t it? And say, I don ' t know your name yet, either.” Barbara O’Donnell, 1 told yon once. That offer of yours — do you really mean it? 1 warn you. I’m trying to make all I can out of you?” “Of course I mean it.” “Then let ' s get started as soon as possible. Tomorrow at half-past six here — will that be all right? I’ve got to go now. Good night.” “Good night, private secretary.” That next night and many nights thereafter the two sat on the park bench, Jason talking rather siowly, choosing his phrases carefully, while Barbara’s pencil flew over the pages. When at length the story had been typed — it was quite a long one— it was placed carefully in an envelope and mailed to a well-known publisher. Strange to say, the publisher not only accepted the manuscript but gave Jason a considerable sum of money and a contract for three others of the same length. Jason’s fame was soon established and his name made — well, if not ex- actly a household word — a very famil- iar one to the American public. And Barbara, you ask? Did lie marry her and live happily ever after? No, my readers, he did not, for two reasons;: first, young men have an an- noying habit of not falling in love with every girl that does them a gooo turn and, second, (this is the chief reason) I hate sentimental endings. Martha Barkis, ’ 27 . i I i C L tk to of tie rlP Lit I (OS I ■Jill per] .1 ler ilat J( THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 13 School Activities H. M. S. PINAFORE The Glee Clubs certainly did “shine on the night of January 30tli. Such a production has never been seen and probably never will be seen again in the history of Arlington. It is true that this same production was given several years ago, but that performance included outside talent, while this year ' s cast was entirely of tin school— either members or graduates. The cast of principals is to be con- gratulated on their fine work. Dan Hooley carried off the character of an “English Lord” in an admirable manner. Carl Settele made a very efficient Captain Corcoran. Joe Ennis displayed the possession of a wonderful natural voice. We hope that Joe will develop his ' vocal powers to the best of his ability. Ken Call played up to the hard part of Dick Deadeye in a wonderful man- ner. We want to thank Anna Fellows (Pridham) for devoting her time and talent to the enrichment of the pro- duction. Mary Schrode made an entrancing Little Buttercup. Bob Thompson looked “cute” in his costume. Paul Corcoran, Bob Sproule and James Baston played minor roles to perfection. Alice Devine scored an encore with her “Sailor Hornpipe” dance. Her im- itation of Sir Joseph was especially clever and won her the applause of the audience. Joe Ennis and Anna were perhaps at their best in the duet “Farewell My Own,” but it is hard to pick their best piece. The remaining members of the Bovs’ and Girls’ Glee Clubs took the parts of Sir Joseph’s Sisters, Cousins, and Aunts. By an unfortunate mistake Carl Bin- nig’s name was followed by ’27. This should have been ’2 i. Marion Mortenson did a credible piece of work at the piano. The Business and Advertising end of the produceitno was taken care of by Mr. Robinson and Claude Higgins. Miss Sydnor was the Dramatic Coach and her coaching made a decided change in the conversations. Mrs. Stella Marek Cushing was Stage Director. And of course — Miss Pierce was Musical Director. The receipts were much more than anticipated and after paying all bills a considerable sum has been left for the Music Fund. C. A. II. CROSS COUNTRY Our harriers, the New 1 England Champions, were awarded with the varsity “A” and certificates bv the Athletic Association and presented with miniature silver track shoes by the local Post of the American Legion. The boys who received these rewinds were: Frank Vossahlik, ’25, Manager; John Walsh, ’25, Captain; “Jerry” O’Neil, ’26, Captain Elect; Ellsworth Brown, ’26; Roy Perkins, ’25; Roswell Eldridge, ’26; Del Everett, ’27; Cliff Merrill, ’26. “Jerry” O’Neil was then elected to lead the Red and Gray outfit to another victory in 1925-26. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION EXCHANGES The comments which we have made cover only a very small portion of the magazines we have received but we appreciate the courtesy of all the edi- tors who exchange with us. The Megaphone , Dean Academy. Your alumni department is the most complete we have found in any of our exchanges. Couldn ' t you have a few more editorials? The Advocate , Needham, Mass. You have very commendable, humorous car- toons. The Red (end (hag, Lynn, Mass. The material you obtain for your paper is nothing short of marvelous! The Meteor, Berlin, N. H. Your pub- lication of an Industrial Edition is very novel and interesting. The Herald, Holyoke, Mass. Your club notes are your strong points. More jokes and class notes would improve The Herald. The Live Wire, Xewlmry, Yt. A very complete paper for its size. The Register, Burlington, Yt. We admire your exchange department es- pecially, although the whole magazine deserves much credit. The Record, Winchester, Mass. Your jokes are few. Where are your ex- change comments? Latin School Register , Boston, Mass. The various departments are very well taken care of, but we think a page of humorous class notes would be inter- esting. The Spaulding Sentinel, Barre, Yer- mont. The short story, “What Was It? A Mystery,” was in every way worthy of the prize it took. The Periscope, Bridgewater, Mass. There are some very interesting arti- cles in your Latin and French Depart- ments. Why not group all your ad- vertisements together at the end of the magazine? The Partridge, Duxbury, Mass. We enjoyed your short stories immensely. E. . S. Record, Boston, Mass. Your exchange column is one of the finest we have ever seen. The Minneivaslcan. The only fault we can find with your paper is the arrangement of the advertisements, but your exceedingly humorous “Chest Ex- pander, almost atones for it. The Imp, Brighton, Mass. We en- joyed your “Rhymes and Jingles” de- partment very much. The Profile, Plymouth, X. H. The Meteor, Bangor, Maine. The Beacon, Gloucester, Mass. Packer Current Items, Packard In- stitute. The Graphic, Amherst II. S. H. C. I. Scroll, Charlestown, Me. Student ' s Revieiv, Northampton. Mass. M. H. S. Review, Medford, Mass. The Laurel, Farmington, Me. Rent ' s Hill Breeze, Kent’s Hill, Me. The Pilgrim, Plymouth, Mass. Student ' s Pen, Pittsfield, Mass. Reflector, Woburn, Mass. Argus, Worcester, Mass. Register, Burlington, Yt. Philomath, Framingham, Mass. Voice, Concord, Mass. Olympian, Biddeford, Mass. Mi) Tor , Dedham, Mass. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 15 The number of comments on the Clarion that we have received shows us that we are “arriving,” and the edi- tors wish to thank all the papers who have helped us build up our exchange department. The other exchange editors have been very generous with comments this month; no doubt they will make up for it next month, but we will not trouble. According to these criticisms, we seem to have a pretty fair magazine, but remember there is always room for im- provement. The Clarion. The Class Notes have a different meaning from ours! Very clever, too ! The Clarion. We wish to state that your exchange plan is very commend- able and your cartoons good and num- erous. A finely arranged paper, not lacking in interesting material. — The Imp, Brighton II. S. The Clarion. Your paper is great. It is certainly on the road to perfec- tion. — Hi-Spirit, Enosburg Falls H. S. The Clarion. Your short stories are rather brief but keep up the good work. — The Kent ' s Hill Breeze-.. The Clarion. One of our new ac- quaintances. Your departments are all complete except the alumni. Try to enlarge it. — Spaulding Sentinel, Barre, Yl . The Clarion. We like Getting a Driving License,” it is realistic. The Joke Department is well handled. — The Student ' s Pen, Pittsfield, Mass. The Clarion. This is another of our j interesting exchanges. It shows co-op- eration plus school spirit. Your “Class Notes” are especially good. —Coburn Clarion , Waterville, Me. All due apologies to Lord Byron There is pleasure in the marshalless halls, There is a rapture in walking double tile ; There is society where no teacher calls Upon me to recite; From these afore I love not discipline the less, but free- dom more. Timely Eclipses The day you found out that all those F ' s didn’t stand for line. When Mrs. Moffat or Miss McCarthy finds you chewing gum. When you hear the one in front of you using your own special excuse. When you discover that the school doesn’t believe this “better late than never” stuff. Will a certain teacher tell us why boys are wiser than girls? As Others See Us! Found on a Sophomore paper: “The traffic squad are to be congratulated on their unobtrusiveness. There are only one or two aggressive persons who shout : — ‘Single file! Single file.’” Miss Jewett: What is one of the fastest horses, nowadays?” Picone: “Spark Plug.” Extract from Tennyson! E. Lane the fair. E. Lane the beautiful. E. Lane the lily maid of Astolat. BOYS ' BASKETBALL The team started the season with Johnnie Lane, ' 26, as Captain; John Hawkins, ’25, as Manager; and R. C. Henricus as Coach. The tirst game was with Somerville in onr gym. Our basket shooters de- feated the lads from the neighboring town 34 to !). The Lane brothers, Ed. and John shone for the A. H. S. and a deminutive forward called Crobett, scored 5 of Somerville’s 9 points. The next game was with the Alumni on December 23, 1924, and the result was a 51 to 20 victory for the A. Id. S. team. A1 Marsters and Johnnie Lane played well for the High School and Bob Fall starred for the “has beens.” During the Christinas Holidays the team went to Passaic, N. J., to meet the “wonder team” of that city for the 150th game and which resulted in the 150th straight victory for the A. J. outfit. Our boys lost 73 to 33. But Passaic had no “cinch” at that. A1 Marsters and Captain J. Lane were the stars for the A. II. S. The next day our boys were defeated by the Morristown, X. J., team 25 to 19. On January 16, the B. C. High five were our guests in the gym. Again our boys emerged the victors 21 to 18. A1 Marsters scored the most points for the Red and Gray. January 23 found the team down to Salem where they defeated the basket- haliers of the “Witch City” 25 to 12. A1 Marsters and Ed. Lane scored the majority of points for Arlington. On the 28th our boys defeated Som- erville for the second time. This time at their own court, the score was Ar- lington 23, Somerville 12. Again A1 Marsters and Ed. Lane starred for the Red and Gray. On January 31, Braintree was de- feated 39 to 4, in the gym. Braintree ! didn’t get a basket but got their points on fouls. The Lane brothers and A1 Marsters piled up the points for the 1 A. II. S. On February 7, B. C. High tendered our boys a defeat on their court. The final score being B. C. High 16, Arling- ton 13. Captain Lane and Marsters I played well for the Red and Gray. GIRLS’ BASKETBALL The Girls’ Basketball season has been most successful so far this year. The Arlington team has been in lead of the Greater Boston Interscholastic League since the first of the season. The other teams in the league are Win- chester, Watertown, Wellesley and Mel- rose. A cup is being offered for the winning team. The good sportsmanship of the Arlington players is remarked; by all and this is as much to their credit as the score of victories. Ruth THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 17 Dugaan is Captain of the team and Marjorie Manning, Manager. The girls’ team is made up of the following play- ers: Ruth Dugaan, Marion Mortenson, Helen Lane, Wilma Corcoran, Anna Burns, Edith Johnson, Elizabeth O ' Neil, Nerina Malategta and Frances Tranfailia. Scores of the games played so far: Arlington 42 — Watertown 25. Arlington 25 — Wellesley 13. Arlington 2!) — Winchester 11. Arlington 38 — -Winchester 13. Arlington 27 — Melrose 10. The following girls received their A in Field Hockey: Captain Ruth Dugaan Manager Anna Hardy Captain Elect Helen Lane Helen Carnage Helen Stokes Edna Lowder Marjorie Manning Wilma Corcoran Edith Johnson Elizabeth Smith Irene Connors Ellen Rourke Doris Monroe ICE HOCKEY Under the leadership of Jack Buck- ley, ' 20, as Captain, “Lead” Marsters, ’25, as Manager, and Bill Barry as coach, our puck chasers started the season by bowing before the Alumni 5 to 0. Del Everett and Buckley did all the starring there was for the A. H. S. The next game was a league game with Brookline on January 12tli, and the home team started out well by win- ning 1 to (l. Del Everett caged the disc which raised the score for Arling- ton. Chamberlain at goal played an excellent game staving off many certain goals. On January 19 our puck chasers bowed to Newton in a league game. Chamberlain at goal played well while Holbrook starred for the Orange and Black aggregation. The final score was Arlington 0, Newton 6. Melrose defeated the team on Jan- uary 28, 1 to 9. It was a hard knock but Melrose had to go the limit to do it. Dan Scanlan and Captain Buck- ley played well for Arlington. On January 29 Rindge Tech bowed down before the onslaught of the Red and Gray. It was Arlington all the way. The final score being Arlington 5, Rindge 2. Dan Scanlan played best for Arlington. FOOTBALL After our boys won the Champion- ship of the Mystic Valley League by “swamping” Melrose, the Athletic Association held an assembly and awarded the varsity “A” to the ath- letes who, during the season earned them. The following boys received cer- tificates and letters: — Bradford Doty, ' 25, Manager ; Griff Roberts, -26, Cap- tain; Arthur Gaskill, ’26; Dan Scan- lan, ’25 ; Lloyd Marsters, ' 23; A1 Mars- ters, ’25; Carl Sumner, ’27; Donald Jones, ’25; John Dale, ’26; Frank Goodwin, ’25; William Riley, ’26; Charles Dennen, ’25; Joe Crosby, ’26; William Canty, ’26; Ed. Lane, ’26; Walter Dale, ' 25; Horace Gowans, ' 26; Harold Hamm, ’26 ; Captain Elect, Am- brose Babbitt, ’26; and John Can niff, ’26. Harold Hamm, who played an ex- cellent game in the backfiehl was elec- ted to lead next year’s eleven to an- other victory over Melrose and like- wise flie championship. A few weeks later these letter men with Coach Hen ricus and Assistant Coach Bean were awarded miniature gold footballs by the local Post of the American Legion. 18 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION What books have you read that have taken you to far-off lands? Carpenter’s Geography. The classes of ' 23 and ' 26 have de- cided that the following is the prize joke : — S-O-P-H-O-M-O-KE-S Not German, Either! We hear that MARKS are lower ! Fashion Note The ' ‘suspender” dresses so popular now are simply another evidence of Woman’s equality with Man. Best Seller of February “The Tale of Two ‘F’s,’ ” by Fannie Flunkum. By a unanimous vote we want an “anti-rattle” peanut bag for school use! Editor, telling Clarion Board what to write for Class Note: Make out an exam which contains nothing but fool- ish questions.” Voice: “Huh, we could use any one of those we had last week.” Miss Sliedd : Miss Horton, take this sentence, ‘Aren ' t you glad that he is coming?’ ” Charlotte: “Er — Oh, Yes!” For Sale: “A good watch in excel- lent condition — no jewels — no face- -no hands — no nothing — good for amuse- ment in study periods. Apply to Lead Marsters (Adv.).” Mid-Year Exam for Oar Faculty How long is a comma and why? What for? How many layers in a layer cake? Name in order. Construct a five-sided square with six sides. How high is up? Pronounce uibet vicissumnk and translate. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 10 Make out a cross-word puzzle in Chinese. Recite two thousand lines — consecu- tive. Identify — Crustparmentliysrantisvist- finokkd. Where found and how? By whom? When? What for? Spats have been added to the equip- ment of the well dressed student. Haven’t they “Rags?” The Seniors, they are mighty, The Seniors, they are great ; But it takes the little Sophie To make this school first, rate! (More Sophomore propaganda!) We all agree that Joe Ennis acted very much at home in some of the “difficult” scenes of Pinafore. — That Dan Hooley was “sweet enough to be kissed.” Mrs. Moffat : “I used to get all mixed up in my dates. I We were recently informed that a girl had her dress ruined by sitting on i some gum. Ted Thomas suggests that the diffi- I culty might have been overcome by chewing the gum. What is a night without an English home-lesson ? A Treat. Miller, in Biology: “I knew some i people over in Belmont and they bought some oysters and they all turned i pink. How the Mighty Have Fallen! The day after “Pinafore,” Sir Joseph Porter, K. C. B., was seen slinging but- ter at Ames, Dick Deadeye was weigh- ing “spuds” at the Clover-dale, Ralph Rackstraw was driving Holt’s old gray mare, and Bill Bobstay was selling turpentine and wood alcohol (? at Shattuck’s. Such is life ! Miss Conway : “Identify Carthage.” Sophie: “Carthage was a very brave and loyal Roman General.” Please ! — Will Miss Pierce tell us why the 1025 chorus is the best she has ever- had ? — Will Miss Hutchins tell us why she occasionally wears her necklace hang- ing down her back? — Will Miss Bullock name her favor- ite pupil? The notice on the bulletin some time ago, concerning “Boat Construc- tion” was only for those gentlemen who “paddle their own canoes.” Aye Limit, 1(5! Probably the reason why there isn’t more poetry in this issue is because so few have a poetic license. The Seniors think they know it all, And probably they do! But when it’s time to graduate, They ' ll envy Sophies, too! Question on Senior English Exam : He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust.” Interpretation: “He read a book and grew fat.” Mr. Fowler: “Name a product of petroleum used in your home,” Tartleton : “Slikum.” THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 20 Some Seniors stood on the car track, A car was coming fast; The car got off the railway track And let the Seniors past. (Evidently written by a jealous Sophie.) The early bird gets the worm, but a late sopliie gets a slip. Safety First! Miss Treat: “Winn, you stay fifteen minutes for me at the close of school.” G. W. : “Give me time to go to the coat-room and salvage my rubbers.” Song Titles “Oh, How I Miss that Old Gang of Mine.” — Miss Connor, C. J. H. S. “I ' m Forever Blowing Bubbles.” — Al Marsters. “Tell Me Dreamy Eyes” — Teacher to pupil in study. “All Alone” — Anyone in Room 14 at 1.15 (?). “Oh Joseph” — Harrington. “Oh Lady Be Good” — Pupil to teacher who has caught him doing something. “Maybe You Will and Maybe You Won’t” — Pass your subjects. “Haunting Melody” — The Orchestra. Sing a Little Song” — The Glee Club. “Don’t Blame It All On Me” — Any culprit. — Many rubbers have been taken from the coat-room by “Miss-take.” We should like to make her ac- quaintance. A noted author once remarked that a fool was a person who asked ques- tions that no man could answer. Now we wonder who made out the Mid- years? Wanted : “A manager for the Arling- ton High School Tiddlewinks-Six.” Ilooley be? IL Phelps: Where is my polygon?” K. Stoker: “Up the geomtree.” We wonder if the “Senior Orators” I are really appreciated as little as the Soph’s mid-years would seem to make i them. Northeastern University School of Engineering LEVELING FOR BUILDING CONSTRUCTION SIMPSON BROTHERS CORPORATION COURSES OFFERED The School of Engineering, Northeastern University, offers four year college courses of study, in co-operation with engineering firms, in the following branches of engineering, leading to the Bach- elor’s degree : 1. Civil Engineering. 2. Mechanical Engineering. Electrical Engineering. 4. Chemical Engineering. 5. Administrative Engineering. REQUIREMENTS FOR ADMISSION Graduates of the Arlington High School who have included alge- bra to quadratics, plane geometry and four years of English in their courses of study are admitted without examinations. EARNINGS The earnings of the students for their services with co-operating firms vary from $250 to $600 per year. APPLICATION An application blank will be found inside the back cover of the catalog. Copies will also be mailed upon request. Applications for admission to the school in September 11)25 should be forwarded to the school at an early date. CATALOl 1 For a address catalog or any further information in regard to the school, CARL S. ELL, Dean, School of Engineering, Northeastern U n i v e r s i t y , 316 Huntington Avenue, Boston IT. Mass. ARLINGTON CENTER ADVERTISERS COMPLIMENTS OF R. W. LeBARON ELECTRICAL CONSTRUCTION REPAIRS AND SUPPLIES Electragist 474 MASSACHUSETTS AVEN Telephone, Arlington O ' REGENT SHOE REPAIRING CO. 448 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE, ARLINGTON Shoes Repaired While-U-Wait We Use Best Stock — Guarantee Work First-Class Workmanship — Good Service Using Factory System in Repair Men’s Whole Sole and Rubber Heels $2.00 Men’s Half Sole and Rubber Heels 1.50 Men’s Half Sole 1.15 Boys’ Half Sole and Rubber Heels 1.35 Boy’s Half Sole LOO Women’s Whole Sole and Rubber Heels 1.60 Women’s Half Sole and Rubber Heels 1.25 Women’s Half Sole -90 For further information Phone Arlington 3227-J J. W. 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FRANK FACEY 36 PROSPECT STREET CAMBRIDGE TELEPHONE, UNIVERSITY 5520 AMERICAN ENG. ☆ COMPANY ☆ ENGRAVING - DESIGNING AND ELECTROTYPING. -94 ARCH STREET- — BOSTON— AY-)V o t f 3LIN6TON HIGH JCHOOL op ARLINGTON MAS?. JUNIOR ISSUE n in u«u 111 m i imuiiunnunimm mimn m n nnm mini mu min hi ‘TtlEr voice OP The SCHOOL c-aH-nfl l H 1 1 U l 1 1 i I II 1 1 1 111 II II 1 1 ftl 11 1( 1 1 1 III 1 1 ( 1 1 1 ( 1 1 IJII VIII 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 f l lllllliiiiilllllliiiimiiiiiiuikti iami i iiftiiiiiiiiniiiiiiii in nun i mu in mu PATRONIZE THESE ADVERTISERS 1EA School Savings is a National Project, designed to promote thrift and habit of saving. We all have certain habits, but most of us lack the one of systematic saving. You can acquire this by planning regularly to save a part of your earnings or allowance. THE SCHOOL STAMP MACHINE IS AT YOUR SERVICE MAKE IT WORK FOR YOUR BENEFIT Arlington Five Cents Savings Bank MAIN OFFICE 626 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE, CORNER PLEASANT STREET EAST ARLINGTON BRANCH 190 MASSACHUSETTS AVE. NEAR LAKE STREET ARLINGTON HEIGHTS BRANCH 1314 MASSACHUSETTS AVE. NEAR PARK AVENUE ilHi ' ill! Near Mill Street PI Telephone, Arlington 1339 AGENTS FOR EASY, MAYTAG AND GAIN AD AY WASHERS ELECTRICAL HOUSEHOLD APPLIANCES GAHM ERICKSON 789 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE ARLINGTON HOOVER VACUUM CLEANERS M. N. OGILVIE CO. Piano Movers ARLINGTON, MASS. J. H. HARTWELL SON UNDERTAKERS 4 MEDFORD STREET, ARLINGTON Telephone, Arlington 3520 LO PRESTI GUARENTE BARBERS Personal attention to all Haircutting We specialize in SHINGLE BOB and DUTCH CUT 612 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE ARLINGTON CENTER Stand, 3325 Home Telephone 0376 JAMES D. NASS ■ AUTO SERVICE CLOSED CARS. TRIP BY HOUR OR DAY 8 STAND, PARK AND MASSACHUSETTS AVENUES, ARLINGTON HEIGHTS h - - - «TU1 rtav. m. I r-- L«s� itbleflc Goods 2S6 Devonshire St. Boston M a; ss. THE HIGHEST QUALITY ATHLETIC GOODS MANUFACTURED I Ml — PATRONIZE THESE ADVERTISERS EAD THE ADVERTISING PAGES AND THEN- TRADE AT HOME! CHATS WITH YOUR GAS MAN — FOSTER BROS. PICTURES AND FRAMES 4 PARK SQUARE, BOSTON ■ SUMMER AND MILL STREETS ARLINGTON COMPLIMENTS REGENT THEATRE OF The cost of heating water is frequently discussed by our customers. There are many different methods of heating water for domestic purposes and we want our customers to have the best information on their water heating problem, so they can have a satisfactory method IHRIE JOSEPHINE FRAZER TlEiCHER OF FANCY AND BALLROOM DANCING 8 OXFORD STREET, ARLINGTON Telephone, Arlington 3079-W LEMENTARY AND ADVANCED PIANOFORTE INSTRUCTION MISS L. MARSHALL o rly with New England Conservatory and Faelten Pianoforte School) Appointments Call Arlington 2181 - J FAIRMONT STREET, ARLINGTON OLYMPIA SPA ONFECTIONERY, FRUIT, CIGARS ICE CREAM AND SODA 352 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE Telephone, Arlington 2988 FREE DELIVERY 3 ware the Germs of the Air This Emblem ic«l a o‘ doctor will tell you than lift “window coolers” are ding invitation to the fly- ' |rms of the dust laden air. t take chances with food’s these cooler days. Pro- lat food with ice and at Your Protection me time protect its value in dollars with vestment of only a few cents a day. We are here to serve. jRLINGTON-BELMONT ICE COMPANY in use. We want you to know that we maintain a Water Heat- ing Department, with Mr. Elmer S. Stack in charge, to gave our customers informa- tion and advice on heating water, whether the fuel used is gas or not. We make a rather broad statement when we say that there is no one in New Eng- land who knows more about heating water than Mr. Stack, but it is true. May we not assist you with in- formation and advice with- out any obligation on your part ? We want to be of service to you. ARLINGTON GAS LIGHT COMPANY ARLINGTON 2000 Northeastern University DAY SCHOOL OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION Training for Business, Social, Civic Leadership Two-year and four-year courses leading to Junior Certificate and degrees of Bachelor of Business Administration and Master of Business Adminis- tration. FIELDS OF SPECIALIZATION Accounting Administration Finance and Banking Merchandising Marketing Personnel Management Industrial Management Sales Management Retailing and Retail Store Management PROGRESSIVE METHODS Problem Method of Instruction, Analysis of Actual Business Problems, Home Study Projects, Individual and Group Surveys of Business, Motion Pictures on Basic Industries, Personal Conferences with Executives. STUDENT LIFE Student representation from many states and countries. Democratic in spirit. Each student’s voice counts in every program. Varsity athletics: Basketball, Baseball, Track, Soccer, Gymnasium and Swimming Pool. Dra- matics, Glee Clubs Minstrels, Orchestra. Wholesome social atmosphere, fraternities and other student organizations. Freshman enrollment limited. Early application for admission advisable. Catalog and further information on request TURNER F. GARNER, Dean 316 HUNTINGTON AVENUE, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS YOUNG MEN’S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION A Prepares and Places Graduates in Positions Offering BRYANT AND STRATTON BOSTON Advancement. Send for Bulletin giving courses, etc. FALL SESSION OPENS SEPT. 3 1 J.W.BLAISDELL Principal 33H Boylston St. Con A rtinqton St. TEL. BACK BAY 3000 V I I Arlington Ijiglj 8 rIfool (Elarinn ONE DOLLAR PER YEAR Published during the school year by The Students of The Arlington High School Entered as Second-Class Matter November 9, 1917, at Boston, (Arlington Branch) Mass. P. O., under the Act of March 3, 1879 Acceptance for mailing at special rate of postage provided for in Section 1103, Acts of October 3, 1917, authorized June 6, 1919 Volume II. ARLINGTON (Boston), MASS., APRIL, 1925 Number 4 — — ' Clarion Board of Management M a n aging Edi tor Claude Higgins, ’25 EDITORS ASSISTANT EDITORS Business Manager Donald Jones, ’25 Literary Dorothy Dowse, ’21 Jane Gilmore, ’25 Class Notes Marjorie Manning, ’25 Business Griffith Roberts, ’20 Francis Yossaiilik, ’25 Literary Esther Alden, ’26 Class Notes Dorothy Blevins, ’26 Exchanges Helen Joseph, ’25 Athletics Daniel IIooley, ' 25 Edith Johnson, ’25 Exchanges Louise Bradley, ’26 Helen Lowcock, ’25 Athletics Ellsworth Brown, ' 26 Club Notes Pauline Crowe, ' 25 Club Notes Rachel Crosby, ’26 Assistant Managing Editor Albert Brooks, ’26 Advertising Manager Richard Blasdale, ’26 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 4 OUR LUNCH ROOM The Social Welfare Committee has re- cently written to several schools request- ing information concerning their lunch rooms. 1 happened to see one of the replies and I was very much impressed with the size and completeness of the lunch rooms of these schools, which were smaller than ours. There are several im- provements which, 1 believe, could be made in our lunch room and I will say a few words regarding them. What impressed me most was the large variety of things that they offered to eat, for example : apple pie, coffee, various kinds of cake, fruit, and soup, besides many other things which we never see. ft seems to me that in a high school the size of ours we might have a greater vari- ety of food. Another improvement which I think would make things more agreeable would be to serve lunch after school until pus- siblv two o’clock. This would make it unnecessary to go home, and yet would assure those who remain for afternoon sessions something to eat. A few chairs placed in the lunch room would also add somewhat to the pleasure of eating. As it is now a person having a dish of ice cream in one hand, and a bowl of soup in the other, finds himself in a very embarrassing position. If a little more attention was given to what the student wants to eat, and less to the bread and milk diet, the lunch room would certainly be of greater value to the school. I also believe selling food after school hours would he a great help. These two suggestions I feel would, if carried out, make things more pleasant for every-l one. I hope this recommendation may inspire others to give their opinions as to how we can improve the lunch room. G. Bourne, ’25. Thy Ik Vet lli Fo PUBLIC SPEAKING Our school numbers among its many j advantages a class in Public Speaking. This course of study has been the cause ! of much critical comment by the Juniors and Sophomores, and many hours of worry for the unlucky Seniors, but every- thing good has its critical points. For all their worry and anxiety the Seniors realize now, and will realize much better in the future, what this branch of study means to them. The student taking Public Speaking is fortunate in many ways. He gains con- fidence, fluency, and the ability to say what he has to say and then stop. I am sure that for all the joking that has been cast upon Public Speaking the school appreciates this course. — A Senior. Some have said “Life is a Comedy” Ithers have said “Life is a Tragedy” But I say “Life is a composition of humor and pathos, so blended, that sep- arated they are false definitions of that much defined word, “Life.” Margaret Donahue. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 5 “ETERNITY” Thou art fathomless, thou bottomless abyss, Thou art as limitless as the sands upon the sea shore. No one who has ever entered thy portals has ever returned. Thy great iron gates hath opened and swallowed him up, Thy great iron doors hath then closed in upon him forever. Thou art as silent as a tomb Yet thou dost put fear in the hearts of all those who think of thee. Thou dost silence those who would laugh For thou art Eternity. Margaret Donahue. Arlington is getting ambitious! One of our seniors is corresponding in Latin with a student in Kansas. The first let- ter proved quite interesting so we are passing it along. Ilium, Kansas. Martii Undiviginti, MCMXXV Care Amice Meus magister mihi tuas litteras dedit et posse scribere tibi exsultabar. In nostro ordine sunt septem, quattor puellae, duo pueri, et Miss Grantham. Sumus etim — nunc in libro tertio. Nos puellae sumus anxietates evolvere fabu- lam de amore Didonis et Aeneas, sed pueri volunt evolvere Aeneae descensum in Inferum. Recepimus literas decern per actis classicis, quarum tuae sunt nonae. Evulgatisne instrumentum Latinum ? Valimus facere sic. Etiam habemus col- legium Latinum et orchestram Vergiliam. Literae in Latina, quamquam difficiles, sunt placentis, ita maneo tuum responsum ardente mente. Vale ! M. vrjory G. Doughty. BEING A SENIOR Never have I felt so important, so in- dispensable, in all my life. I am not con- ceited, but neither am I blind. I see my superiority, for I am a Senior. A Senior is to the other classes as a mother is to a baby. The Sophs especial- ly need cuddling and coaxing but, for that matter, the Juniors can’t be trusted to take care of themselves. So you see our responsibility. However, we are equal to the task ; no firmer shoulders can be found to bear tbe burden of the underclass- mates’ inexperience. We have reached a high pitch of perfection, as our conduct shows. You never see a Senior out of line or whispering after the bell rings. Such instances as these show our perfect training and prove our ability to raise the other classes. We Seniors always cooperate with the faculty. A cold stare from us answers the Sophs’ efforts to communicate, or a reprimand shows the Junior the error in his gum chewing habit. Thus the Senior body as a whole is a Law and Order com- mittee in itself. In our speeches in the assemblies we earnestly endeavor to reform our wards, for we believe that they are degenerating. Never before has such a gum chewing epidemic broken out in this school, and as you know that we do not chew, you can infer who the culprits are. It is to our heart breaking grief that our honor is smirched by association with such neg- ligent pupils. However, nothing can swerve us from the course of our duty. Our determination to bring up our mis- guided friends grows firmer each day. We still have half a year and with a will like ours miracles can be accomplished. 1925 . Remember Our Advertisers THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION BUILDING MODEL SAIL BOATS A model sail boat regatta is to be held at the Arlington Heights Reservoir on Wednesday, May 27. Invitations have been issued to pupils of the Arlington High School, Newton Country Day School, River’s School, and the High Schools of Newton, Belmont, Lexington, and Reading, to enter thei: model yachts. The models must be built by the pupils entering them. There is no limit to the size of the model. The rigging is left entirely to the discretion of the entrant, except that a pennant of the school colors, not less than two inches long, must be flying from the top of the mast. It is hoped that the Arlington High School will have a goodly representation at this regatta. A cup is to be presented to the winner by the Marblehead Model Yacht Co., of Marblehead, Mass. To the boy constructing a model yacht, it is well for him to know that the funda- mental laws of naval architecture and marine construction which govern the design of ocean going liners and yachts, may be applied to the small craft and for this reason, a scale drawing of some famous racing boat is very desirable for a boy wishing his model to attain maxi- mum speed. The fittings, such as spars, rudder, till- er, travellers, keel fin, etc., should be just as light and simple as possible, and at the same time, be strong enough to stand the strain of their work. It is very important in model con- struction to find the point of lateral re- sistance on the hull, and see to it that the mast is placed in such a position that the center of effort in the sail is in its cor- rect position. The center of effort i | usually just a little aft of the point o | lateral resistance. This allows the boat to head up inti the wind without too much rudder. Us ing too much rudder, of course, wouk j cause a drag and tend to lessen the speec.i c of the boat. It is the tendency of a great many | model builders to use too much sail, am keel. The hull and keel should be kepi just as light as possible. The nearer ai upright position the boat keeps, the fastei i she will cut through the water and witl too much sail, an upright position is im- possible. Arlington H igh should have a goof representation at this regatta, and may the Red and Gray be among the win- ! ners, but if victory fails to smile on us.j let’s take our defeat like gentlemen. SCHOOL Books, lunch tickets, slickers, office, green grass, dancing in the gym, themes, ■ hot dogs, report cards, electric lights, his- tory, marshalls, syntax tests, shy glances,;! after school in room 14, flag salute, visit- ors, five-minute bell, dramatic club, ; dumb-bells, blots, colds, school song, pu-l nils, gum, tardy slips, straight hair, Caesar, hockey, mid-years, smiles, athletic association, chocolate bars, car tickets, j| recess, class notes, law and order commit- 1 tee, flat flunks, orchestra, cramming, fire ! drills, pencils, snow, principal, baseball,! frowns, seldom “no-school” bell, bobbed heads, ink, bulletins, good recitations, ,1 jumping clock-hands, newspapers, quiet! study rooms, electric cars, lunches, teach- 1 ers, rulers, football, rain, assemblies, I pens, basketball, schoolhouse, notebooks, I vacations. Elizabeth Smith. HOW BOSTON WAKES UP! Let us imagine ourselves in Boston, watching the city wake up. The stars have already paled and the blue-black of the sky has changed to gray. But still the city seems to sleep, waiting for the sun. As the sun begins to peep above the horizon we hear the rumbling of mar- ket wagons, and the city itself begins to ; stir. Now the sun is shining brightly and the sky has changed to a blue. Store- keepers are opening their doors; Italians ! arrange their stands laden with pyramids ! of fruit, carefully shining the apples to a glorious red. 1 If we could look into the elevated : trains, we would see people of every description. On the earliest trains come the workmen, each with his lunch pail. An hour or so later come the clerks and stenographers. But between eight and nine the elevated does its real work. The cars are packed. There are young men, who talk of business; older men lost in thought ; giggling girls who rave on about their heavy dates; students who never take their eyes from a French grammar; t ' .red ones who sit with folded hands and stare at nothing; and girls chewing gum, who hang on to a strap with one hand and turn the leaves of “College Humor” with the other. A little later come the courageous army of shoppers, who skill- fully make their way down Tremont Street. The Common is also a scene of much interest. The sleepers are awake and rub- bing their eyes with smudgy fingers. There are men who spend the entire morning reading newspapers others have discarded. There are women reading, and little girls in charge of half a dozen youngsters who are revelling in the dirt It is now well along into the forenoon and already, what a bustle and noise passes through the whole city ! M. Hilliard. THE MURDER OF KING GETSYAGOAT It was a hot sultry day in mid-July and excitement reigned in Mosquitoville. Ex- citement of any kind was not unusual but this was an unusual excitement, most un- usual. King Getsyagoat, the youthful leader of the mosquitos, had been mur- dered, cruelly assassinated, by a male member of the human race. There was no doubt of how the murder had taken place for it had been witnessed by the king’s young and lovely bride, Queen Bitesemall. The two were returning from their honeymoon when the king, spying the huge limb of a plump male, sunning on the beach, invited his wife to dine. The queen was too fatigued to accept but con- sented to wait for him, and seating her- self on the cool skin of a banana peel watched the silky body of her husband as he glided away and alighted on the huge limb. He soon found a soft juicy spot and was about to set bis tender teeth in the meal when a hairy hand came down 8 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION upon him ; there was a splash of blood, and, without a murmur, the dauntless young king met his death. Queen Bites- emall turned pale with fright and would have fainted had not a true knight hap- pened by in time to rescue her. Hast’ning home he spread the news and summoned the army before the queen. It was not long before the entire army came, in swarms, and stood bare- headed before the pale, hut brave figure of their beautiful queen. “My people,” she began emotionally. “I plan to get hack at the vile and despic- able man who killed my husband. I shall drive him from our happy hunting grounds. Are you with me?” “Ay ! Ay !” answered the soldiers and, led by the noble queen, they flew on until they came to the figure of a man stretched out upon the sand. “Go, mv good knight,” ordered the queen, “and see if that is our victim.” The knight saluted and obeyed hut soon returned saying : “No, fair queen, that meat is dark. The murderer’s was soft and white.” “Forward fly !” shouted the queen, and on they went, on and on, tasting each in- dividual who happened to be lying on their grounds. At last the knight returned with an evil look in his eye. “It is he !” he reported, “and he is fast asleep.” “Charge !” cried the queen, and the men obeyed, circling about their victim’s face, biting here, biting there, until with an oath the man arose and fled the beach. The little army, now minus a few members, flew homeward, victorious but weary. “And now, my brave men,” said Queen Bitesemall as they reached the palace and she pinned medals on their noble breasts, “Let us agree that we will drive off any murdered who dares to kill one of out- good men.” “We swear we shall !” shouted a lieutenant and, swearing in unison, the soldiers bore their queen away. As let the s Moral: Never kill a mosquito when another is nearby to witness. D. Blewins. THE OLD REVOLUTIONARY HOUSE By E. A. H., ’26 I saw a house upon a hill Its windows shut, its dark krooms still How long it’s stood there, none can say, Perhaps from that far distant day — When rival hosts in battle clashed, When cannons roared, and muskets crashed — That far-off day, when farmers stood And fought as fearle ss freemen should, If that old house, now worn and gray, Could only speak, what might it say Of our brave sires, who fought so well, The battle fierce of which ’twould tell 1 Oh, old gray house, on wind-swept hill — When winter storms grow sharp and chill, Are mem’ries yours of fires roaring, Of red flames ever higher soaring, Of stirring days when your brave mas- ter, Racing homeward ever faster, Gained the door with manly stride, Home at last from stirring ride, Telling of some moonlight sally, Or a quick, heroic rally ’Gainst the onward pressing foeman Beating back the hardy yoeman? O dark old bouse, now chill and cold, If your noble tales were told — Your stories of those fine old days ben men for Freedom fought, not praise ’Twould lift the heart of every soul On and up, to their great goal. A I A!mr U ples inki ltd II hi MI Inot they If If I to j peri {{ lira 011(1 K mi In lis Jo 11 Sfl : (i •lOj It or |i( ii |j V I i THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 9 FOGGY DAYS As I walked to school this morning in the fog I thought of the many days in the summer when we have thick, damp fog such as this. I have always loved foggy days. They seem so mysterious. Almost anything could happen, ship wrecks, murders, robberies. Some peo- ' ple say the big things in our lives happen in big storms. I think the big things in life happen on the foggy days. This morning everything on the way down to school looked strange. Houses seemed large and very tall. We could not see them until close to them, then they seemed to step out of the gloom like giants, curious to know where we were going. In the mystery of the fog my imagin- ation runs wild. The fog seems to be es- pecially made for covering up crimes. Imagine how easy it might be for one, under cover of a thick fog, to come creep- ing softly and silently up to some lonely traveler on a country road, then sudden- ly dash out at him, strangle him and take his money or life. How I would love to do that to some of my teachers who, when I have something between sixty-eight and seventy on a test think that they ought to give me an F on my card. I would jump out suddenly at a teacher from a bank of fog, trip her up, hold a revolver over her heart and say, “You didn’t have any pity on me, why should I have any pity on you ?” She would then weep and implore and promise an A on my card. But I would he generous and say if she would give me just a C, I should be entirely sat- isfied. My imagination is certainly running away as usual on a foggy day. How I love to sit and dream out on the piazza of our summer cottage on a foggy day ! 1 am happy then, for school, midyears, and studying are far away. Everything is shut out except a circle around the cottage. The bell buoy rings steadily ding, dong. The fog horns bellow at each other, whistles shriek ; but all sounds are muffled, making them all the more weird, in the thick bank of fog. Betty Doane. ’2b. THE SECRETARY’S REPORT (Dedicated to Miss Treat) I suppose that each one of us on earth here has some task which seems to him more distasteful and difficult than all others. I have, and I am going to relieve my mind of my pent-up feelings in regard to one bit of work that frequently comes my way — the writing of the Secretary’s Report in my English class. Of all tasks I have ever accomplished or ever expect to, this is the one I like the least. In the first place I must be constantly on my guard during the English period and constantly alive to this task. I have to watch the little brown book go around the class so that I shall be prepared when my turn comes to give a full account of the proceedigs of the class. For woe is me if I miss my turn and neglect to write a precise little page. He who lets the duty slip must write the report for two days instead of one ! It is this constant dread of the task coming my way, and the fear of neglecting it that makes my Eng- lish period an hour of horror. And then of course after I have waited and dreaded it long enough, the book ac- tually comes into my hands. Immediately 1 grasp a piece of paper and take notes on all that goes on in the class. At the end of the period, I have on my paper a mass of scribbled, illegible words. When I get home, I have to decipher this mess, arrange my data in correct order, and write the report. Oh, here is the real task. I begin, “The class met as usual.” Then I slump back in disgust for everyone be- gins his report in that fashion, and the ex- pression is now obsolete. I try again, but alas ! Who can be original in a Secre- 10 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION tary’s Report? But I stick to my task and at last it is done. A very unbeautiful script it is, for at every word my pen has pierced the thin, rough page, and the whole composition has a muddy aspect. Well, it is the best I can do so 1 let it go at that. The next day is a very happy one in- deed. At the beginning of the third period I rise and read my little composi- tion. At last after awaiting the awful ordeal I have written and read the Sec- retary’s Report. I close the hook with a triumphant flap, sit down, and with a bland, blissful smile I pass it on to the next person. Hilda Frost. ' 2.j. THE HORRORS OF SNOW BOUND “The sun that brief December day rose cheerless over hills of gray, and darkly circled gave at noon, a sadder light than waning moon.” What fond memories those familiar lines call to our minds, at least to the minds of the Junior Center folk ' How often, when walking throngh the halls, we have heard an exceedingly familiar voice repeat mechanically this phrase which is just as familir, “One hun- dred lines of Snow Bound, twenty a day, for one week.” We have gone sheepishly into Room Five, and asked Miss Reynolds for a copy of English Poems. She always asked us if we wanted any particular poem. The answer was always a quiet, “Snozu Bound.” We took the hook which she gave us, and tediously copied twenty lines. That precious sheet of paper on which those twenty lines of Snozu Bound were copied was taken home and the lines were wearily learned. Oh the feelings we experience the next morning, when the spoiler of dispositions, the alarm clock, went off at 6.30 instead of 6.45 ; hut we had set it for that time, for we must hurry to school in time to write what we had gone to sleep and waked up saying. We trudged to school thinking, “ ‘A prompt decisive man’ — Oh ! what comes after that ?” “A prompt decisive man, no breath our father wasted, ‘Boys a path,’ ” etc. We reached school to find many others in the same plight as ourselves. We tried to write standing up, sitting down, against the windows, doors, and corrugated walls. We forgot our lines w r hich meant that we :r toiir fTf ; hi k ' so r ilk must do double the next day. But, in the end we handed our papers to the own- er of the familiar voice, and went to our classes. All this, however, is in the “used to was” for the owner of the well-remem- bered voice, who is loved by us all, has repented, and now uses Snow Bound as Whittier intended it to he used. It ti nil ; Alison Ferxald, ’27. t::- j ]]2 d ■h DAY DREAMS The greatest advantage of a day dream is that, unlike ordinary ones so often due to an excess of mince pie and other indi- gestibles, you don’t “wakeup” at the crisis of the dream unless you wish to. Then too, it is impossible to choose what you want to dream of. The gifted day dream- er may well he envied by millionaires, heroes, and a myriad of other distinctive people. Can he not he a star on a football grid- iron, baseball diamond, or the hero of a battle? Of course he can. Consider the joy of turning deaf ears to a wearying lecturer and journeying upon the ocean, or winning a dazzling automobile race, or going through a rustling, chattering woods in the autumn in pursuit of a prancing buck deer, and eventually out- witting the proud beast, and “bringing down” your first venison ! As soon as the ordeal of the audience is over you are pcs Lt p pi r THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 11 irought back to their midst again by the hariot of consciousness, which is ever at our command. You can distinguish the erson who has drifted into the world of nreality in that throng. He is the one a that sullen, discontented crowd who hows the pleasure he has had by his se- ene, unruffled appearance. The indiscriminate indulgence of this iversion has its disadvantages. Again, ou may pick out the person in a muse h the class room by noticing his lack of esponse. In reply to a question which he teacher darts at him, he stammers, nd stutters, and dazedly gropes for an nswer, too frequently giving a reply hat causes a snicker from the more at- bntive people. But let me take you with he on a dream that you may discern for ourself how consoling this habit is. Just minute until I fix my eyes upon that lassive cloud and quiet my mind, dready — t= See a sparkling, late September morn- lg in the Green Mountains of Vermont, ' he sharp air accelerates the blood to a . ' aping, surging flow. Life beams in erfect tranquility. Two boys are can- ning along a cramped country road. Far ;elow them the sun glinted in darting rings of gold upon the rippling, blue aters of an expansive lake. A squirrel campers gleefully up and down the mus- inlar limbs of the trees, that trimmed the bad, ceasing occasionally to chatter at ne equestrians from his precarious perch ' he horses quicken their pace to a run. ■x)ok. the boys are matching the fleetness f their mounts. That rangy bay colt oes not find it so easy to outrun the turdv little Morgan beside her. It is a lose contest which ends abruptly when ne bay colt is possessed with an un- jonquerable desire for a drought of the ' ater that bubbles enticingly in a moss Irown barrel by the roadside. One of he boys chuckles at the awkward lurch of the colt’s rider. Ah ! Do you not feel as though you understood for the first time the significance of the word “Free!” The narrow road soon turns up a moun- tain and dwindles into a dim footpath. A gate bars the way, and one of the boys dismounts to open it. The little chest- nut Morgan flashes through the gateway and along an old lumber road down through a shadowy glen, across a strag- gling brook he splashes and abruptly slithers to a halt before another gate. The boy on the Morgan glances back that wood road extending beneath the arch of inter-mingling maple branches to watch his companion ride up. What a picture the approaching horse and rider make ! The bay colt topped with a strongly-built, handsome rider in a red and black checked shirt, the graceful cooperation bet wen rider and ridden, make an en- trancing picture. Hear the thud of the hoofs upon the turf, with the occasional clang of iron shoe against rock. But the two hoys with their horses are through the gate and on their way once more. A snatch of song floats over the mountain- side, and makes the cattle cease their grazing to gaze at these intruders of their kingdom. At last the horses have reached the summit of the mountain. The boys strip the saddles from the heaving sides of the beasts and hitch the horses where they may have an abundance of the sweetest of grasses, in the shade of two giant maples, the lightning rods of the moun- tain. The boys themselves before a fresh- ly kindled fire eat their lunch with great avidity and gaze, and gaze, and gaze. No one could get a surfeit of that view. The trees are changing color. The splotches of color on the mountain side resemble those that may be seen in the tiers of gaudily clothed people in the stadium. The mountains converge below into a cup shaped village. Autos bob along and coast beyond the range of vision. Three 12 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION deer cavort about an immense ledge on the opposite hillside. A flash of white tails and they bounce down the hill. Over there an ancient sugar house slumps against a neighboring maple tree, a relic of sweeter days in many senses of the word. A farmer is gathering shiny loads of grain for his horses to eat in the ap- proaching winter. But there goes the hell. Did you like the day dream ? I thought you would. See you this after- noon. ' Paul R - Andrews. There’s something in me akin to the gipsy That beckons and lures me on today, I long for old wharves where wlute- winged fleets Set sail toward dim Cathay. Somewhere in far-off, unknown waters My ship of dreams— the color of shells impearled By the tossing of the waves — lies waiting For me, — its cobweb sails unfurled. Louise Bradley, ’ 26 . EXILED The blizzard howled on, heating the cruel hail and snow against my frozen face. I stumbled on, half dead from hun- ger that gripped me and the fierce con- tact of the blizzard, hoping to find shel- ter. For hours I waded through snow, waist deep, before I saw a light. Here was shelter and food which I would he able to pay for. I was thankful, for I knew another mile would have finished me. I finally reached the door of a r ickety, country farmhouse with the roof sagging in at one corner under the heavy weight of snow, which, nevertheless rose as a mansion before my hungry eyes. I knocked several times with my frozen hand. The feeling had fled from it. A pain shot through my head and all went black. When I came to, an old man with a wizened face was feeding me with a spoon. In his hand I glimpsed a bottle, which was labelled with something about i a mule. Apparently prohibition had not yet gone into effect in these parts. His wife was patting the dog, a beautiful Airedale, who regarded me with silent j sympathy ; then fell to scratching his ear. | The woman sprinkled some powder on the dog, who responded with a grateful ( look. ijtf w k It h I paid liberally for my supper and soon f afterward was escorted to my bedroom I aloft. It was a dreary hole with a cot I • 1 bed that nearly filled it. The old man warned me to he unafraid if I, during the j night, heard strange sounds, as the house 1 was haunted. I was so tired and cold that I did not undress, hut fell asleep with the patchwork quilt drawn about me. Midnight! I awoke and lay in a cold sweat waiting for a sound. At last it came again: “Driven from home,” a long moaning, ending in a wail. I nearly ex- pired when it came again, and again. “Driven from home, driven from home.” It was terrible. I finally took hold of myself and jumped up, resolved to locate the exiled one. I tiptoed to the door and listened. A rat scurried over my toes and I jumped . back. The voice came again: “Driven from home,” through the inky darkness, sending shivers up and down my spine. I ' traced it to the kitchen and crawled in on my hands and knees. I could see nothing, yet it seemed to come from under my j nose. That piteous, blood-curdling cry: j “Driven from home.” I lit a match and : peered around. The dog was asleep on the mat, and the cry seemed to come from him. I crept over, and lo ! with an added I gruesomeness, it came again from- t a flea sitting on the dog’s nose with giant I tears rolling down its cheeks. When I awoke the next morning I THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 13 agreed that stimulants were good, if not given in an overdose. G. Roberts, ’26. WHAT’S THE WORLD COMING TO? “Her nose crushed terribly into his shoulder, she admitted breathless : ‘Yes, I know you love me ! Yes, I — love — you ! But—’ ” “Ann !’ called a voice. The effect on the reader, who was sit- ting on the floor, was instantaneous. She started, and sat rigidly intent for a mo- ment ; then, as the sound of rapidly ap- proaching footsteps became audible, she hastily lifted up the cushion of a nearby chair and thrust the magazine, which she had been reading, under it. Before she had time to rise, a thin, scrawny woman of fifty, dressed in the most strictly tai- lored clothes, entered the room and after a glance over her tremendously large pair of spectacles, cried : “Ann Hollingsworth ! You’ll catch your death of cold ! How many times during the last two days have I told you not to sit on the floor?” “Very many times, auntie,” said Ann, rising meekly, “but, you see, I — “And you are so careless !” interrupted Aunt Tabitha Hollingsworth. “See — - that cushion is upside down!” She made a dive toward the traitor cushion, and, lifting it, saw the ill-fated magazine. “Snappy Stories,” she read in a voice that was in itself an impeachment. There was a moment’s silence, followed by a long lecture for the culprit, and then, “Snappy Stories,” gingerly held between two of Aunt Tabitha’s fingers, was on its way to destruction — the fireplace. Ann sighed, but then, suddenly remem- bering that the dinner party she had planned such a long time ago was going to take place the next evening, she smiled, and threw all other cares aside. Ann Hollingsworth was a very attract- ive girl of seventeen — rather tall and slender, with deep blue eyes and jet black hair that was extremely boyishly bobbed. She was a perfect flapper — modern — fun- loving — good-natured — alluring — inde- pendent, and the only child of doting parents. That explains Ann. Her mother and father had gone to Buffalo two days before to attend the funeral of a distant relative, and had left Aunt Tabitha in charge of the house, the two maids, and Ann. Christmas vaca- tion had just started, and so far it had been a very unhappy one for the daugh- ter of the house, because the arrival of her aunt — a creature of extremely mid- Victorian ideas — had upset many of her plans. The night before, her aunt had strenuously objected to Ann’s going to the theatre with a very nice young man, in fact, the very nicest young man, name- ly, Graham Clarke, Jr., on the ground that “the theatre is a most demoralizing place, frequented by worldly people.” That did disturb Ann quite as much as the time when Aunt Tabitha had up- braided her for using a lipstick, and de- livered a most impressive oration on the sin of Jezebel. Ann had not yet spoken to Aunt Tabi- tha concerning the long-planned party, so, about an hour after the episode of the “Snappy Stories,” having gathered suffi- cient courage, she broached the subject to her. It was evident by the look on her dear aunt’s face that she greatly disapproved of such a thing. “What!” she exclaimed. “Do you plan to have a crowd of twelve noisy, impu- dent rowdies to dinner? What do you think the house will look like when it is all over?” “But, Auntie, my friends aren’t noisy, impudent rowdies,” protested Ann. “They’re nice, respectable, quiet girls and hoys. And, besides, mother said that I could have a dinner-party on the twenty- THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 14 seventh of this month, and that’s to- morrow, so — ” “Very well, Ann,” consented Aunt Tabitha, “hut 7 shall manage it.” So it came about that Ann did have her party, but, as her aunt had stated, she managed the party. Ann invited her guests, and they all came, expecting to have a wonderful time such as they al- ways did at the Hollingsworth home. However, they had yet to learn that with an Aunt Tabitha around things run some- what differently. In spite of the fact that Ann protested, saying that there would be thirteen at the table, a thing which would never do, Aunt Tahitha took her place at the head. She said grace, much to the surprise of every- one, and afterwards the dinner proceeded with no one saying a word save dear Auntie, who delivered lecture after lec- ture on the carefreeness, disrespect, and egotism found in modern youth — an in- teresting topic — to Aunt Tabitha. After dinner, everyone moved quietly into the living-room, and sat still, not daring to move, waiting, and wondering what would happen next. They didn’t have to wait long, for the over-bearing Aunt Tabitha soon entered with an arm- ful of picture albums and a hymn book. She distributed the former, and after seat- ing herself at the piano, started to play “Rock of Ages,” and suggested that the rest join her in singing it. Some did, be- cause they didn’t dare not to, and some didn’t because they didn’t dare to. On the whole it was a most exciting evening ! At half-past nine, acting on a not very gentle hint dropped by Aunt Tabitha, the guests departed, each with a sigh of relief. “There, that’s over,” Aunt Tabitha re- marked, turning to the place where Ann had been standing a few minutes before. But Ann was there no longer. She was in her room, lying on the bed, weeping, and confiding to her pillow that “it’s the first time the Hollingsworths had ever made a failure of anything, and it was all Aunt Tabitha’s fault. Mid-Victorian! Ugh!” Two days later Ann’s parents arrived home, and it didn’t take long for Ann to blurt out her sad story to the two whom she knew would sympathize with her. Her father laughed and told her that she could have a real New Year’s Eve party the next evening. “And you may have just as many of your friends as you want, honey Ann,” her father promised, “and I don’t care how late the)? stay.” Ann had n ever felt any happier in all her life than she did the next evening — - and she had never looked any lovelier, the latter a fact which Graham Clarke was very quick to observe. Everybody had a wonderful time. There weren’t any family picture albums and hymns — nothing but jazz, and good eats, and all that goes with them. And when, late in the evening, Graham caught Ann under the mistletoe, Ann gasped, and grinned, and guessed that if Aunt Tabitha had been there, she would have cried : “What’s the world coming to?” E. Dewing, ’2(!. SONNY’S FIRST DAY AT A. H. S. “Yas, Sonny has had a purty hard time of it here in Arlington High School. Course ’tis knider too bad Cambridge and Somerville aren ' t no nearer, so he can go there if he gets tired of this here school, but I rather guess after Sonny gets a few things changed to suit him he’ll like it alright and stay. “Wife an’ me went to school on the first day to just sotta tell them he was cornin’. When wife says to me, “Deut- eronomy,” says she, for being as ’twas in public she thought she ' d better use my THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION whole name, “I don ' t like the idea of our Sonny walking so far on the brick walks, it’s bad for the nerves and ' course we don’t w r ant his nerves to be bad be- cause a president always has to have good nerves.” I thunk about it for a few minutes and then I says (says I to her) “Wife,” says I, “what d’y think about buyin’ him an autimobile?” Well sure if that warn’t just the thing. ’Course she was kinda skeared about lettin’ him run it but Sonny always was a keerful one, so finally I got her convinced. After we’d been a talkin’ to Mr. Gammons a while, wife said sumthin’ about it and he suggested one of them Fords ; said ’twas good enuf fer runnin’ ’round in, but I up and told him that there warn’t nuthin’ ’bout its being good enuf to run around in, and anyway no son of mine was ever going in one of them Fords. Anyway warn’t no use in talkin’ ’bout it, it all depended on what Sonny see’d fit to choose. Wall after a while she an’ I figured that ’twas time for Sonny ter git started so next mornin’ we got all fixed up to go ter school with him. Well sir, d’ye suppose he’d let us go with him,— no siree. He ’lowed that if we tried to go up with him he wouldn’t move a step out of the car, you see he had it by this time. He said he wouldn’t even drive us up to school and we knowed he wouldn’t. So there warn’t nuthin’ left ter do but stay home. At noon time she got kinda oneasy ’bout him and she says, says she to me, “Pa,” says she, “I think p’raps sonny might be sotta hungry and I guess Fll take him up a little lunch.” Course I agreed so in a little while she came in and she had a little package of livers and gizards for himself and a package of fried chicken all tied up with nice big pink bows. I said sumthin ’bout Sonny not bein’ extra perticular about fried 15 chicken but she ’lowed that he could give it away if he didn’t want it. I was just a little doubtful ’bout the pink ribbons too, but wife, she was all set up ’bout it cause pink always was Sonny’s favor- ite color, so I didn’t like to do nuthin’ to discourage her, I thought Fd leave that to Sonny. Wall, when she got there there was some ’citement. Ter begin with when they asked Sonny his name he said “Deu- teronomy Jones small “s” senior” and some o’ them pupils up there seemed to think t’was funny but I don’t see as its any funnier than Deuteronomy Jones Senior. Then Sonny’s first period class was in room thirteen and d’y think they could persuade him to go in there, wall I guess not. Said t’ always had been his unlucky number and he was blessed f : he was goin’ in there for a class ’specially algebra. As Sonny was goin’ through the corridor lookin’ fer a room that suit- ed him he seen some boys mod’lin in clay. Well sir, you know wbat Sonnv is when it comes ter mod’lin. He just walked inter that room and started idlin ' them they was doin’ it all wrong. Seems thought one of ’em was doin’ a frog and Sonny up and told him didn’t look no more like a frog than he did. So it couldn’t a been a very good one ’cause you know Sonny’s a perty likely lookin’ young feller. I think he looks sumthin’ like I did when I was a youngster but of course she thinks he looks like her so just ter keep peace I let her have her way. Well, they got into a purty good agerment but then the teacher interrup- ted and told him he couldn’t stay here unless he had a slip and Sonny wasn’t reck’nin none on slippin and he didn’t care much for the room. T’was too small, so he went along. Just then the bell rang and Sonny got to thinking t’wasn’t very p’lite not to go in room thirteen, but of course he THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION couldn’t change his mind just for them. For as you know Sonny has a very strong mind, ’specially when it s made up. So he decided he’d go in twelve or fourteen, but he liked fourteen better so o’ course he went in there. Wall, just the minute he got in there he heard frogs and he got up and went to the window and there was a whole pond of ern That gave him an idea, but he thought he’d better stay a while just for manners, so when the next bell rang he got up and went outside. Yas sir, if yd ever see him when he came in. I didn t. But they told me he was a sight but he had his frogs. He took them right into the room, where he had left his books, and bless me if one of them critters didn t have to go and get out n his pocket and while he was tryin’ to get that one an- other got out. Well, Sonny said he don ' t believe none o’ them gals up at that school’ll ever have lung trouble. But he jest picked up his frogs and got out o’ the room ’fore any of ’em had time to get down again. 1 hen he went up to prove to that other boy what a frog looks like. By that time Sonny had some repita- tion and when he went to room twelve for algebra they was already for him. Well, blest if that same aid trouble ’bout subtraction didn’t come up. The teacher did it different from any of the three ways he had been taught so he told her ’twas wrong nad started in a tellin her how he did it but he got his aughts and his naughts all mixed up. But when he finished, he found she had the same answer as he had and that made ’t alright ' cause the only thing he cared about was the answer anyway. So he stayed there a couple a more periods till he ' d found out how to do it. Then ’twas time for lunch so he bought himself sumthin’ ter eat, she hadn’t goth there then, and followed the rest down to the gymnasium, there’s another one o’ them words I been waitin’ to spell. When he got down there, they was all dancin’ but one. And so he thought he ' d ask her to dance. But, he made a mistake ’cause it seems ’s though she was a teacher just standin’ there to watch ’em. When the bell rang, ’twas the signal to go upstairs to class but Sonny was used ter havin’ a longer time and he decided to take it. So he went outdoors and went for a little ride. Then she come along and ’course they couldn’t find Sonny nowhere fbr he warn’t there. But jest as she was in the middle of her hysterics, in walks Sonny, jest’s calm nad cool’s could be. What? Oh, yas, Sonny come home then ’cause he had to bring her home but after we had sotta explained ’twas differ- ent from goin’ to school in the South ’twas alright. So he stayed and anyway, where there’s so much space for movin’ ’round up there it’s ’bout as good as three schools. Helen B. Joseph. ’25. KNOWN ONLY FROM EXPERIENCE James Phillip Worthington, Jr., called | imrny, except on rare occasions, which he always remember ed, thrust his hands into the pockets of his black velvet breeches and gazed out of the library window at a steady downpour of rain. “Toes out, Jimmy,” reminded his governess, a tall thin woman with grey hair and sharp features. “Uh — uh,” Jimmy obeyed, scraping his heels along the polished floor. “Yes, Miss Weald,” Jimmy again obeyed, this time in a tired voice. “I wish it would stop raining.” Miss Weald went back to her writing. “If I went out it might stop raining.” N T o response. Jimmy tried once more, THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 17 but receiving no sympathy, amused him- self by pulling out the threads of the window tassel. “If it stops raining, can I go ‘fun- ning’ ?” The curtain went flying to the top. “No, now sit down and he quiet for a few minutes,” ordered Miss Weald, and Jimmy reluctantly sank down on the floor and frowned at his toy railroad. Jimmy’s days were regulated accord- ing to a plan created by Miss Weald or, as he called her because she signed her name E. Weald, “Ewee.” Of course, “Ewee” was not used when there was any danger of the owner hearing it, but Jimmy delighted in “Eweeing” her loud- ly and daringly in his own imagination. “Ewee” had a system for everything. Her life was ticked off by the clock, as well planned as a concert program ; and thus she made Jimmy’s. He arose promptly at eight, bathed, dressed, then masticated, very slowly, a carefully selected breakfast, supervised by the ever-present “Ewee.” The rest of the day was divided into hours of special duties until, at four o’clock, Jimmy was given his freedom. From four to six he ne ither bothered nor was bothered by any thoughts but those of play. He was given complete independence, and he made use of it as far away from “Ewee” and the thoughts of lessons as he could possibly get without having the two hours taken away altogether. This time he usually spent “funning” with a group of boys upon whom he had stumbled one afternoon, while playing Indian with Moses, the old coach dog. Moses, dashing across the field behind the house, had discovered a small hut, otherwise known, by the sign above the battered door, as “The Fraternity House.” Like a true scout, Moses had reported to bis chieftain, who, hastening to the so-called house, introduced himself to the five boys, seated at the time in the “reading room,” as Captain Jimmy Worthington. He was welcomed into their company, and, after several trials to test his ability and the prove his good sportsmanship, was made a member of the “Sagacious Six.” I here’s the mailman, and it has stopped raining!” This from Jimmy after ten minutes of train-wrecking, dur- ing which the train carrying Jimmy had arrived safely at a station where there were only hoys, while poor “Ewee ' s” train had jumped the track, and lay steaming on its side with “Ewee under- neath. Jimmy left her there, struggling among the wreckage, and ran downstairs two steps at a time. He came up quick- er than he had gone down, with a letter in his hand. brom daddy! he exclaimed, “open it quick !” hwee, forgetting his impoliteness in the excitement of a letter, obeyed. Daddy lived in New York anil came down even- other week-end to play with Jimmy. De- lightful times they had together, fishing, riding, doing everything different from the ordinary duties. “He’s — why Jimmy!” “Ewee” grew pale, smiled, a surprised smile, then re- gained her composure, and said slowly: N our father is coming to-morrow night, and he’s bringing you — ” “An air rifle — it is, isn’t it? He promised me one, interrupted Jimmy. No, something much nicer,” answered “Ewee.” hat t Jimmy grew impatient. He had never seen Ewee ’ so mysterious. “A new step-mother!” She waited for the result. A minute elapsed, and then : What’s a step-mother?” asked Jimmy slowly. by, your father’s second wife,” ex- plained his governess, folding the letter and putting it in the pocket of her neat, 18 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION tailor-made dress. Jimmy walked to the window. A step- mother ! It didn’t sound very interest- ing. “Do you think he’ll bring the rifle, too?’’ he asked anxiously. Then as he heard an eager bark, he exclaimed : “Oh, there’s Moses! 1 must go fun- ning now; it ' s four o’clock.” The next morning was Saturday, and, because the house was in a state of un- usual excitement, Jimmy was excused from his daily tasks, and left to amuse himself. Ten-thirty a. m., found him stretched out on the ground, leaning against the “Fraternity House” with four of his colleagues. “Tommy’s got the mumps,” “Shrimp,” the son of the town doctor, informed him. “What’s the mumps?” Jimmy’s knowl- edge of disease began and stopped at the croup. Never, in his six short years, had he known any other illness. “Tuh, ain’t you ever had it?” asked Albert Page, otherwise known as “Hip- po,” because of his unusual likeness to that animal. “What’s it like?” asked Jimmy. “Oh your cheeks swell up so they ’most bust — they ache too, and you can’t eat nohtin’ but water, an’ if you chew that it hurts,” explained Shrimp. “Most kids have it.” “I haven’t,” said Jimmy, somewhat doubtful, after Shrimp’s explanation, whether he wanted them or not. “You may get ’em,” Shrimp encour- aged him. “Ma thought I’d never get the measles but I finally did. ou don’t know what it’s like ’til you have it.” “My father’s going to bring me a step-mother tonight,” announced Jimmy, several minutes later. “Gee, that’s too bad,” sympathized Shrimp. “You’ll probably never get out then.” “Why?” asked Jimmy. “ ’Cause they’re awful.” Shrimp sat up and stretched himself and his imag- ination. “ ’Member Benny Caroll, Hip- po ?” Hippo nodded and went back to his day dreaming. His step-mother used to beat him with red hot iron rods ! His back used to be all red marks, and finally she killed him that way. All step-mothers are like that ; they don ' t give you enough to eat either.” “My father wouldn’t let anybody beat me,” declared Jimmy. Shrimp hesitated, then he answered : “Oh he couldn’t help it. Benny’s father was bigger ' n yours and his wife beat him too.” “Well, I guess mine won’t,” said Jim- my. “Guess I ' ll be going home now. G’bye. C’mon, Moses.” “G’bye,” Shrimp held out his hand. “If we don’t see you again we’ll know what’s happened, but say, Jimmy, if I was you I’d hike it while you can.” Jimmy took the outstretched hand, then walked slowly across the field, filled with a new fear. Afraid of something he had never seen ! As he neared the house he tried to shake ofif his fear, but the thoughts of the iron rods kept coming to his mind. Then he remembered Shrimp’s warning: “You’d better hike it while you can.” What a splendid plan. He would “hike it” and, perhaps when daddy dis- covered how lonely it was without him, he would send the step-mother away. When James Phillip Worhtington, Senior, and his bride, arrived that night, they found “Ewee” alone. “Jimmy is lost!” she sobbed, more from fright than worry. “He’s been gone since one o’clock, and the servants have searched everywhere. Oh, Mr. Worth- ington, I assure you it wasn’t my fault. He—” “You say he’s been gone since one?” Mr. Worthington put his coat on again. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 10 “Get me a lantern and I’ll find him if I have to walk from here to New York. Four hours later he returned, his clothes torn and dirty, his hands scratched, but with the sleeping Jimmy in his arms. “We found him about three miles off with Moses standing guard,” he explained wearily. “Put him to bed, and I guess a good sleep will fix him.” Jimmy did not awaken until ten the next morning. He sat up, then he re- membered . “Ewee !” he shrieked. No answer. “Ezvee !” Again no answer. “Miss Weald!” The door opened and a tall lovely lady stood on the threshhold. The loveliesi lady he had ever seen. She was dressed all in white, and her hair looked like gold as the sun shone upon it. “Good morning, dear!” she smiled, the loveliest smile ! “G-good-morning.” Jummy gulped. “Where’s ‘Ewee’ a-and who are you ?” “I ' m your step-mother!” She sat down on the edge of the bed. “I know we ' ll get along famously together.” All at once Jimmy was ashamed. “Y-you’d never use ir on rods to beat me with, would you?” he stammered. “Why, no, son,” she smiled, and with many attempts not to cry Jimmy told her his fears. When he finished, she was crving too and holding him very tightly in her arms. Oh, if Shrimp could only see him now ! “I-I won’t ever run away again.” Jim- my got up and searched for his handker- chief. She gave him hers, and said, smil- ing: “Of course you won’t! And, now, Daddy’s waiting to take us on a picnic ! Five minutes I give you to get dressed. When you are ready you’re to call ‘Moth- er’ and wel’ll go down to breakfast to- gether.” “Yes’m,” replied Jimmy meekly. “Yes, what?” she laughed. “Yes — yes, mother!” “That’s fine !” she bent and kissed him. “Now, remember, only five minutes.” After she had gone Jimmy lay still and closed his e yes. Iron rods. Huh! Shrimp didn’t know. Poor Shrimp, he didn’t have a step-mother. His father hadn’t been married twice and his mother wasn’t pretty. Neither was Hippo’s. How they would envy him ! Perhaps they would not understand, they had such a wrong idea of step-mothers. “It’s like the mumps,” Jimmy decided. “You don’t know what it’s like until you have it.” I). Blevins, ’ 20 . THE MUSICIAN The room was dingy and dark, with only one small window, which let in bare- lv enough light to show the surroundings. Two broken chairs, a small table, and a couch covered with ragged blankets were all that furnished the room. The door slowly opened and a tall man entered with faltering steps. His white hair and beard were long and unkempt. He closed the door and took from a shelf above the table a violin case. Holding it carefully in his arms, he carried it to the couch. His face twitched with pain, and tears ran down his wasted cheeks. He took the violin out of the case and sighed as he look at it. “O, mv friend !” he said, speaking aloud. “The only friend I have left! Not half an hour ago the Jew offered me seven hundred dollars for you. Seven hundred dollars !” A gleam of hope came to the mans’ eyes as the thoughts of food and a comfortable lodging were pictured before him. “No more starving and freezing,” he THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 20 said. “Just carry you down the street to the Jew, and I shall receive seven hun- dred dollars.” As if to carry out his thought, he put the violin hack into its case, locked it, and got up from the couch. But he had bare- ly risen, when his legs gave way and he sank down again. “I can’t,” he whis- pered, “I can’t, and I will not.” He again opened the case, took out the violin and picked at the strings with his fingers. The notes that vibrated from his instrument were like the sobbing of a child. “Ah,” he exclaimed, “you have a heart ! Did I hurt or wrong you, my friend? I did not mean to; I do not know what made me do it. Could it have been hunger? No, I am not hungry now. I am content while I have you. “Come, let us play once more ‘The Last Hope,’ ” and wiping the tears with his ragged coat sleeve, he began. He drew the how slowly at first, hut with every stroke the music seemed to swell higher and higher, and all the time louder. The room seemed to sway, his eyes grew dim, the darkness enveloped him. He could only feel the music of his violin, into which he was putting his soul. His woe was transformed into music. The musician was no longer in the shabby room. He was playing on a con- cert stage, and the place looked familiar. Memories flashed before him. He was hack in France where he had played be- fore. Yes, it was the same, even the people in the crowded theatre, who stared up at him breathlessly. He felt proud and joyful, and a smile formed on his lips. He raised his eves to the boxes above. Yes sh e was there, and as the music neared its end, she smiled at him, and threw the rose that she held in her hand. It fell at his feet ; he picked it up, raised it to his lips ; and as he came forward to make his bow, he was greeted with tre- mendous applause. He had conquered, and now he retired amid the applause and the cries of “encore.” Again he appeared, and again he played with all his soul. He did not notice the people before him. He played as he had never played before. The violin seemed to be a living thing under his guiding hands. — Suddenly the music stopped. The room was dark and gloomy, full of silent shad- ows. The musician lay as if asleep, his violin still in his grasp, and a smile part- ing his cold lips, for he had achieved his dream. E. H. Peterson, ’26. LINES There are many kinds of lines. 1st: The definition of a line is, “that which has length but not breath or thick- ness.” Example — a line of poetry, mean- ing that which one seldom reads and never learns when possible to avoid. 2nd : There is the line upon which wet clothes are hung for the amusement of the wind. This type of line may also he used to test the breathing ability of man. The line tied firmly about his neck, ihe man, or woman (it may be used ef- fectively on either) is suspended from a tree for not longer than twenty- four hours. If when the time is up, the vic- tim is still breathing, he has successfully passed the test and should be given a diploma stating so. 3rd : There is the line, usually a long one, outside of a moving picture building for the purpose of identifying it. 4th : There is that once known as the moist line hut which has long been out of existence. 5th : There is the line one has to fol- low when going or coming anywhere on a fine day. This line is led by an un- usual conglomeration of tin and gaso- lene, called a Ford, and is an excellent ex- ample of slow motion. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 21 6th : There is the line of ancestors some people manage to find when the oc- casion demands it. 7th: There is the line which one puts around a hole to make a circle. 1 his is begun at a point and led around the out- side of the hole until it meets the point at which it started. 8th : There is the line used to dis- connect one telegraphic station with an- other when one wishes to call the doctor, police, or merely a friend. This line is also used for the trysting place of spar- rows. 9th : There is the line of considerable weight which some people use as an aid to conversation. This seldom changes. 10th: There is that which everyone rejoices to see hut which is never used soon enough — the closing line. Example : this one. — D. B. SHOULD “MOTHER GOOSE” BE INCLUDED IN OUR SCHOOL LITERATURE? I sincerely believe that “Mother Goose” should be included in our school litera- ture and be read by every Sophomore English class. After careful study of the book and its characters, an examination should be given, testing the students’ ability to grasp certain situations. I re- gret to say that I have never been given the opportunity to study the plots and character sketches of “Mother Goose” nor have I been taught to appreciate the morals of many of the stories. There- fore I urge, for the sake of those who will follow in our footsteps, that careful thought be given to the study of “Mother Goose,” a novel which, eventually, may take the place of “Silas Marner,” “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” and, per- haps, be translated into Latin, for the benefit of those students who are unable to understand the deeper thoughts and expressions in “Caesar.” After completing the first and second volumes of “Mother Goose” the student should be able to answer the following questions : 1 . Did Cinderella wear O’Sullivan’s Heels? If not, why so? If so why not? 2. Give the date of the fall of Jack (Jill’s brother). What was the result of his fall ? 3. What other famous “Mother Goose” character had a great fall? In what ways did this fall differ from that of Jack? 4. Describe one of the following char- acters : Little Bo-Peep, Little Boy Blue, Mary Contrary, Mother Hubbard. 5. Whom did Simple Simon first meet on his search for the pot of gold? 6. Locate: London Town, Primrose Hill, Mother Goose Village. 7. What were the first words of Little Jack Horner after extricating the plum from the pie? Where was he at the time ? 8. Did anything detain Little Miss Muffit from eating her curds? If so, what ? Explain circumstances. 9. What is the moral of the story about Little Polly Flinders? 10. Why didn’t Jack Spratt get a di- vorce from his wife? 11. W hat animal do you connect with Tom, the Piper’s Son? 12. Identify: Peter Piper, Peter Pumpkineater, Bobby Shaftoe. 13. In the second chapter of Volume 1 1 the author makes the statement that Jaek-Be-Nimble jumped over a candle- stick. Why didn’t Jack walk around the candle-stick ? 14. Did Old King Cole smoke cigar- ettes? If not what did he smoke? Did he wish to listen in to a radio concert? If not for whom did he call to play for him ? • THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION EXCHANGES Every school magazine that comes, no matter how small, contains some helpful suggestion. We hope that the Clarion will do the same for others. The Argus, Worcester, Mass. You have a very readable magazine, but where are your exchanges? The Chimes, Scituate, Mass. Your cover design is unusually good. A few more Class Notes would add much to your magazine. The Argus, Worcester, Mass. Your cover design is unusually good. A few more Class Notes would add much to your magazine. The Crimson and Gray, Southbridge, Mass. We enjoyed your paper, — es- pecially the jokes which are exceedingly. The Crimson and Gray, Southbridge, Mass. We enjoyed your paper, especial- ly the jokes which are exceedingly funny. Live Wire, Newbury, Vt. Your poems are worthy of praise. The Argus, Gardner, Mass. A very well set up paper with excellent cuts and arrangement of advertisements. Packer Current Items. Your “Sketch- es and Library Column are worthy of commendation. The Spotlight, Grafton, Mass. Your magazine is very neatly arranged. Why not add an exchange column? The Racquet, Portland, Me. The poem in your exchange column is clever. We hope that we will be listed in your column of “Bests” some day. The Brocktonia, Brockton, Mass. An exceptionally complete magazine full of worth while reading. The Meteor, Berlin, N. H. Your cuts are especially attractive and your staff is to be congratulated on its fine work in every department. We are very grateful for all your com- ments and will certainly try to make our magazine well worthy of them. The Clarion — Attractiveness is the keynote of your paper and we admire vour Editorial Department. Your Liter- ary Department contains a great variety. We especially like your Poetry Column, and we also think the cuts in your paper very good. The Clarion — The editorials in your Christmas number were very interesting. The “Poetry column is splendid and you have good jokes. Meteor, Berlin, N. H. The Clarion — A splendid magazine. We think your “School Notes” are the most humorous that we have ever read. Why not add a contents page? Herald, Holyoke, Mass. The Clarion — A splendid magazine, Clarion, is yours. You may well be proud of it. Lynn Classical H. S. Gazette. The Clarion — Your writers are frank and honest, to say the least. We refer in particular to the author of “On Keep- ing One’s Hair in Curl.” Medford H. S. Review. The Clarion — We congratulate you on your exchange department. Your criticisms are indeed helpful. Your paper is well arranged and every depart- ment is complete. Reflector, W oburn. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 23 SCHOOL ACTIVITIES THE DEBATING CLUB The Debating Club meets on Thursday mornings, while those more musically in- clined are proving that “this is, without any doubt, the best chorus ever !” The main object of the Debating Club is to talk and to talk intelligently, which also means to think intelligently. Miss Riley is the teacher in charge of the club, and she has been teaching the debaters the fundamentals of arguments and exposition. It is hoped that we may hear the De- bating Club in assembly, if not this year, some time next year. Rachel Crosby, ’26. GIRLS’ CLUB The Girls’ Club is an entirely new or- ganiation in our school. The object be- ing to get together and talk matters over. The first meeting was held Tuesday, March 31st, at 3 o’clock. The speaker was Miss Cora Riley, formerly Dean of Cedar Crest Cottage. She spoke on “Morals” and afterwards answered questions. It was extremely interesting. There was an entertainment preceding the talk. Refreshments were served. A large number attended, and it was quite successful. Helen Stokes was elected President. Pat line Crowe, ’25. ICE HOCKEY On Friday evening, Feb. 13, Capt. Buckley’s charges met defeat at the hands of Cambridge High and Latin. The final score was Cambridge 2, Arlington 1. Dan Scanlan at right wing made the lone tally for Arlington. This was the official w indup for the Arlington outfit, although a season of ups and downs due chiefly to the poor weather conditions, it was successful in many respects. GIRLS’ BASKET BALL TEAM The Girls’ Basket Ball Team carried the honors this year going through the season undefeated. The majority of games were won by a large score, as is seen by the schedule. On March 6. they beat our rivals, Melrose, with the score of 44 to 13. They also played Wellesley and Everett, beating them both by large scores. The Watertown game, last but not least, was not so easy as the other games. At the start of the game Watertown took the lead and kept it the first half. In the second half the Arlington girls showed more pep and raised their score so that at the end of the third quarter the scores were very close, Watertown in the lead. The last quarter was very exciting as first Arlington and then Watertown would take the lead. The last few minutes Arlington outplayed Watertown and might have saved the score from being a tie, 22-22, if they had had more time. Both teams played a very good game, and it was considered the best game of the season for both teams. A great deal of the girls’ success is due to the coach, Miss McCarty, who spent much time and hard work in coach- ing the team. It was because of her ef- forts that the girls were champions. Marion Mortenson has been elected cap- tain for next year, and we all wish her and next year’s team the same success that the girls had this year. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 24 TRACK Track practice started the first week in April with a goodly number of candi- dates reporting. A1 Marsters is captain and Arthur Marsh manager. This sea- son’s schedule is one of the hardest in years, and with much veteran material available the team should have a fine sea- son. Several members of the team have been working for the past few weeks widening the track, thus making it more suitable. The following schedule has been ar- ranged : April 27 Tufts Freshmen May 7 Watertown May 14 Wakefield May 22 . . .Mystic Valley Championship May 29 Somerville June 5 Harvard Interscholastics Ellsworth Brown. ' 2G. BOYS’ BASKETBALL On Saturday, February 7, B. C. High School quintet avenged themselves of a previous defeat earlier in the season, by defeating the A. H. S. aggregation in a Cambridge gymnasium. The final score stood. B. C. High 16 — Arlington, 13. Ed Lane and A1 Marsters played best for the “Red and Gray.” Saturday evening, February 14, our boys had as their guests the Clifton, N. J. team. Arlington walked away with the Jerseyites. The final score standing Arl- ington 40 — Clifton, N. J., 29. A1 Marst- ers played in excellent form throughout the game, scoring 13 points for his team. On Wednesday afternoon, February 18, Lexington came to our gym and re- turned home with a 41-20 defeat pinned on them. A1 Marsters and the Lane brothers plaved best for the A. H. S. Salem came to our gym on Friday evening, February 20, and avenged them- selves of a previous defeat at the hands of Arlington. It was an excellent game throughout, splendid teamwork on the part of both teams was evident through- out the game. A1 Marsters and Captain J. Lane were the stars for the A. H. S. outfit. The final score was, Arlington 18— Salem 21. On Friday evening, March 6th, the Mitchell Military School quintette were defeated by our boys in the gym. It was Arlington ' s encounter from start to finish. The final score was Arlington 53, Mit- chell Military School 6. The Lynn General Electric Basket Ball team were the guests of our boys on Fri- day evening, March 13. The team came to Arlington highly rated, but proved a “false alarm,” as the final score showed. At no time did the A. H. S. team exert themselves, and the final score stood, Arl- ington 45 — Lynn General Electric, 16. The Basketball team closed its success- ful season with what might be termed a “double header” with the fast Dedham team. The first game was on Friday evening, March 27, at Dedham. Dedham won by one basket, the final score being Dedham 26, Arlington 24. The next evening, Saturday, March 28, Dedham came up here. And in one of the best games ever played on the gym floor, Dedham bowed down to defeat before the onslaught of the Red Gray. The game was very close, but the best team won, the final score being Arling- ton 17 — Dedham, 13. Thus terminated perhaps the best season the home team ever had. Dan Hooley, THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION The recent earthquakes were caused by Cohen, who, in rehearsals for his (or her) Shakespearean debut surely did take some heavy death-falls. The Juniors are considering a prom. The Sophomores wish them good luck! If Doc McCarthy would station him- self at a convenient window at 7.59 every morning, he would surely discover many brilliant track prospects. Miss Cooper : “What is the past parti- ciple of the verb ‘raise’?” R. Butter : “Raisin.” A Few Truths from the Class of ’26 The faculty is a body of teachers paid to help the Seniors run the school. Absence makes the marks grow rounder. Conductor : “Fare, please.” Miss Murdock (absent mindedly) : “Faire, faisant, fis.” In the February number of the Clar- ion (1924) it was wished by F. E. Lane, secretary of the Class of ’24 that in the near future students of the A. H. S. would conduct assemblies worthy of the school. Now that this wish has been ful- filled, I make and second the motions that F. E. Lane, and perhaps a few others who desired the same, be sent engraved invitations to some of the worthy orations now carried on by the class of ’25. Schiesel has made such remarkable progress in English that Miss Fair has invited him to sit beside her at the desk. “I i THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION Translations in Latin III “I do not deny that I am engaged.” — Phil Carter. Lost — One, fair, true love. Finder please return to Eddie Cohen. Yes, Throw Them Away! Miss Pierce : “That’s coming, drop your chins, boys !” Lost — Ten deficiency slips. Finder please keep it dark. We understand that the dinner party given the girls basket-ball team was a how! in every sense of the word. Everyone in Miss Treat’s second period English Class was hunting for inspira- tion. Clancy passed by. Everyone set to work. The Only One! Miss Pierce — -“Hark ! I hear a man’s voice.” Clancy rises (demurely?). P. Pierce (explaining English lesson to a visitor) : ‘‘We’ve been reading ‘As You Like It,’ er — one of Shakespeare’s plays, you know.” Just Juniors U will agree that that’s enough. Now we ask you If you can think Of anything better (?) than Riting Class Notes for the School paper. Don’t Worry, Joe! Joe MacFarlane (translating Latin) : “Lest anyone of you should think that I am wonder fid !” Miss Wakefield (continuing an expla- nation) : “Now, here comes a complete failure” — and in walked James Baston. We Think So! Rosenberger (before the mirror) : “Gee, ain’t it tough to be handsome !” Next time Winn wears his checkered golf socks, ask him if he wants a caddy. Miss Jewett : — “Are you through yet, Alton.” Alton : — -“No, not quite.” Miss Jewett : — “I don’t mean through talking, I mean through with the experi- ment.” Efforts of Kenneth Call Oh, the Juniors are a funny bunch They thrive on Campbell’s soups. They think they’re smart in everything, But they’re just a bunch of goops. Miss W. K. D. : “With whom is Jack- son compared?” Bright Pupil : “A Stonewall.” “Fish” Harrington to Miss W. (as she was leaving to go to the library for books) : “If you see any ‘Fitt’s’ in there (history textbooks) please bring one in.” Apparently the boys in the cast of “Midsummer Night’s Dream” “roll their own.” It doesn’t speak well for the school to have such a large sale of peanuts — they are the food monkeys and elephants enjoy most ! June: “What’s your idea of chorus?” Your: “A Stygian cave forlorn ’mongst horrid shapes and shrieks, and sounds unholy.” THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION Rules and Regulations of the Law and Disorder Committee 1. Always bring something to school for your teachers. That is, be teacher’s pet. 2. Come in late as many times as possible. That’s what tardy slips are made for. Mr. Gammons will also glance at you in approval. 3. Above all talk back to your teach- ers. They admire you for being so out- spoken. 4. Race down the ball in full gallop. In this way you gain the affection of the Student Council and they will speak kindly to you. 5. Brand vour trade mark in or on your desks so that when you become president of the U. S. you may return and think over with joy your past life. Varnish and desks are cheap. 6. Slamming erasers and spitballs is quite essential, for who knows but what this training may come in handy in the next war. Accuracy in throwing might win you a promotion. 7. Hook school at the slightest ex- cuse. The truant officer wants to earn his salary. 8. All waste material such as gum, chewing candy, paper, ink, and so forth must be thrown on the floor to help keep the janitor busy. If you follow all these rules we are sure that you will be kicked (we mean expelled) from school in two weeks or less. Miss Bullock : “What made you stop studying ?” E. Forrest : “Oh, the men !” Townsend: — Le miel coute sinq sous par livre. (Honey costs 5 cents a pound). Miss S — : Oh! You don’t pay much for your Honey, Townsend. Evans : — Hum-m-m-oh ! Townsend ! At That Rate It ' s Worth F.F. G. Winn : — “I think this theme is worth an ‘A,’ there is everything in it I could think of.’’ T. Thomas (to Miss Butterfield) : “Hey — ’’ Miss B — : “I may he from a small town hut I’m not ‘hay.’ ” I Guess Not!! Prove It!! Buckley caused quite a rumpus in Miss Jewett’s fourth period Biology class, when he made the statement that hoys w r ork harder than girls. Scintillations of Seniors Now I lay me down to rest Before I take tomorrow’s test. If I die before I wake Thank heaven, I’ll have no test to take. SUFFOLK LAW SCHOOL 20th Year Opens September 21, 1925 Day Sessions, 10 A. M. to 4.30 P. M. Evening Sessions, 6 to 7.30 P. M. Four Year Course — L.L.B. Degree. Tuition, $100 per year — payable quar- terly. Main Building erected 1920-1921 Annex erected 1923-1924. Largest Law School in New England. Highest percentiag ' e in July, 1924, and January, 1925, Bar exams of any evening law school for men. Send for bulletin of statistics. Catalog upon application. GLEASON L. ARCHER, L.L.B., DEAN 20 Derne Street (rear of State House) Boston, Mass. Telephone, Haymarket 0836 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION ®ltis § parr Dfftirairit tn thr luy Mhn §tngs in (CltnntB Northeastern University School of Engineering ASSEMBLING GAUGES, SCHAEFFER BUDENBERG CORPORATION COURSES OFFERED The School of Engineering, Northeastern University, offers four-year college courses of study, in co-operation with engineering firms, in the following branches of engineering, leading to the Bach- elor’s degree : 1. Civil Engineering. 2. Mechanical Engineering. 3. Electrical Engineering. 4. Chemical Engineering. 5. Administrative Engineering. REQUIREMENTS FOR ADMISSION Graduates of the Arlington High School who have included alge- bra to quadratics, plane geometry and four years of English in their courses of study are admitted without examinations. EARNINGS The earnings of the students for their services with co-operating firms vary from f250 to $600 per year. APPLICATION An application blank will be found inside the back cover of the catalog. Copies will also be mailed upon request. Applications for admission to the school in September 11)25 should be forwarded to the school at an early date. CATALOG For a address catalog or any further information in regard to the school, CARL S. ELL, Dean, School of Engineering, Northeastern University, 31G Huntington Avenue, Boston 17, Mass. ARLINGTON CENTER ADVERTISERS COMPLIMENTS OF R. W. 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Corinthians 13- “Onward Christian Soldiers” Presentation of the Blake Books ALEXANDER II. RICE Chairman of School Committee “Merry Life” Class History JOSEPH McCONOLOGUE Class Ode MARGARET AGNES DONAHUE Presentation of Class Gift PHILIP FRENCH President of ' the Class of 1! 25 “America the Beautiful” Class Wili JOHN O’HARA Piano Solo FIONA BRAITH WAITE Class Oration JOSEPHINE JERADI Selection p.y the Orchestra Prophecy Class Song Written by Margaret Agnes Donahue 4 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION CLASS WILL, 1925 It is the custom all over the world, for man before he reaches the termination of his earthly career, to arrange for the dis- posal of his earthly possessions. There- fore, it is fitting that we, the graduating class, who have reached the termination of our scholastic career, and are about to break the bonds of fellowship which have linked us to our schoolmates and take our places in the world, should, through a friendly interest in the future of the underclassmen, set forth in writing what is positively our last will and testament. Therefore we, the Senior Class of 1925, of the Arlington High School, of the Town of Arlington, County of Mid- dlesex, Commonwealth of Massachusetts, United States of America, Western Hem- isphere of the Terrestrial Sphere, do sol- emnly make these last bequests : 1 . We leave to Mr. Gammons our honest affection and deep admiration for his kind interest and friendship during our four years under his guidance. 2. To all other members of the fac- ulty with whom we have come in con- tact, we give our sincere thanks for their earnest cooperation and helpful advice. 3. We leave to the Juniors the sacred Senior precincts of rooms 12, 13, and 14. May the} ' fill them as nobly and as faith- fully as we have done. 4. We give to the Sophomores our sublime Senior dignity. May they strive to attain it. 5. To the incoming children, we be- queath the unoccupied room to the left of the gymnasium, to be equipped as a nursery. 6. To Mr. Hatch and Mr. Boynton, we leave a stirring novel entitled, “Get Your Man.” 7. To “Rosie we give the present concession at Spy Pond Field. 8. We give to the wandering canines of Arlington, who seem to have Room 14 as their objective, our hearty endorse- ment of the “Open Door” policy. 9. To each and every study room we bequeath a beautifully bound volume of “College Humor.” 10. We leave to the Glee Club the sterling Mr. Clancy, self-stated, the only man in Chorus. 11. We bequeath to the Dramatic Club the services of Miss Sydnor, what more could be desired. 12. To Swadkins and Cohen we leave a handsome wooden loving cup to be awarded to the one who succeeds in growing the least before graduation. 13. To Walter Nicholl we give a vote of thanks for his unfailing faithfulness in bringing us our paper every morning. 14. To the P. G.’s of next year we leave a brown derby. The teachers can decide which one will need it the most. 15. To the captains of the Boys’ base- ball, football, and track team we extend our sincere wishes and support for a Mystic Valley Championship team in each sport. 16. To the leaders of boys’ basketball and hockey, girls’ basketball, field hockey and all other sports not heretofore men- tioned, we wish a successful season. 17. We give to Mary Leary a vanity case engraved with the words, “Save the Surface and You Save All.” 18. To Eddie Picone we give a large sized trailer to be attached to his flivver, so that none of the East End may have to walk to school next year. 19. We give to Joe Duffy, guardian of the great open spaces, a box of his THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION famous 2 for 5 cigars and the city of Miami to smoke them in. 20. We leave to the Girls’ Club John- nie Lane, the masculine Beatrice Fair- fax, to solve their problems. 21. To all students who have not yet reached the age of reason we give the privilege of falling through the ice while sliding on the swamp. 22. We leave a pair of double action roller-skates to the future bearer of the bulletin. 23. To Mr. Fowler we bec[ueath the bottling rights of all escaped fumes from the gas house, which may be found wan- dering through the school. 24. We bequeath to the lunch room a full supply of India rubber ice-cream dishes to lessen the duties of Mr. Robin- son. 25. To the study room we leave the position of Chief Errand-Boy to the lunch-room left vacant by ‘Lead” Mars- ters. 26. We establish a fund to buy sun glasses for the unfortunates who are forced to look at Goodale in his red hot sweaters. 27. We leave to Joe Downey a little song entitled, “Don ' t let the basket-ball team be Passe-ic (Passaic). 28. We leave to the coming senior English classes, with a sweet smile of re- venge, the opportunity to suffer, but not in silence, on the platform at Assemblies. 29. To the coming Seniors we also leave a very successful method of retain- ing the right to leave assemblies first. 30. To the Comb and Mirror Bri- gade, found in the boys’ dressing room every morning, we appoint Jerry O’Neil to instruct them in, “The Care of the Hair,” and “The Science of Tying Bow- Neckties.” 31. We leave a sign to be placed over the door of the Library reading, “The Home of Lost Souls,” for the benefit of the office, which tries to reach these in- dividuals by telephone instead of Ouija board. 32. We give a gold medal to be awarded to the one who manages to leave room 13 by the wrong door when Miss Bullock is on the job. 33. We bequeath to “Doc” McCarthy a pair of white linen knickers and a silk hat, to be worn at all track meets. 34. For the amusement of the Law and Order Committee we will install re- volving doors at the entrance of the Boys’ and Girls’ dressing rooms. 35. To Joe Crosby and “Buck” we leave a supply of tardy slips stamped with the words, “The Last Shall be First.” 36. To the A. H. S. and to everyone associated with it and our four happy years there, we leave the best regards of the Class of ’25. Given and signed, by the Class of 1925, of the Arlington High School, on Wed- nesday, this twenty-fourth day of June, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and twenty-five in the presenc e of the following witnesses : Chester A. Moody, Superintendent of Schools ; Herman Gammons, Principal of A. H. S.; Martha S. Moffat, Class Advisor ; Philip French, Class President ; John Walsh, Member of Law and Order Com- mittee. John O’Hara. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 6 FOR THE CLASS Tonight we are being graduated from the Arlington High School where we, for four years, have been fitting ourselves to realize our ambitions. We are here to receive the reward for these years of study, in the form of a diploma. Our diploma, however, is only a symbol or the material part of our reward, as we shall later come to realize. For as we go out into college or business we shall become more impressed, as time passes, with the value of our years of endeavor in this high school. It is not, however, without some trepi- dation that we leave our classrooms, where everything possible has been done to help us, and go out into a strange world where we shall have to depend more or less upon ourselves to solve the problems that arise. But knowing that tonight there are thousands of others starting out for themselves in this game of life, we resolve to go forth, keeping our ideals high, our standards lawful and our purposes firm. We will do our best at whatever we attempt, whether we meet failure or success. For it has been very truly said that “When the One Great Scorer comes to write against your name He writes not that you won or lost but how you played the game.” So as spokes- man for the class of ’25 it is a pleasure to welcome to our graduation you parents and friends whose sympathy and encour- agement have meant so much to us in the past, and on which we feel sure we can rely in taking our next steps forward. Philip French, President of the Class of 1925. THE CLASS ORATION As I look back to-day on the four years that are now completed, I feel that they have been four of the happiest and most beneficial I have ever known. Many have been the pleasures we all have en- joyed, and the friendships we have made here will last to bring back to us mem- ories of our high school days. When we first came here to school, little did we realize the momentous value of the years that were to come. Now that the time has passed, we should ask ourselves if we have done our duty. Have we persevered ; have we done the best we could toward our studies ; have we taken our share of the responsibilities of life or have we taken only the pleas- ures, the fun, and left the work for someone else to do? If we can answer, “Yes, we have done our duty,” then we have not wasted our time, but if we cannot answer these questions in the affirmative, it is now too late, for we are to enter a time of life that will be different from the past four years. We owe more to this school than words can express. Here have we spent our time forming our ideals, molding our characters, and shaping our future lives. To those seniors among us who do not study further, but go directly into the business world, this school has provided the knowledge that will help them to meet their work squarely. To this school also, those who are to go on with their studies owe the foundation for their college work. Here we have received a broader outlook on life, and the desire to be bet- ter citizens, to take our places in the com- munity, and when the time comes, to help make this world a little bit better because we have lived in it. The opportunities we have overlooked, we cannot now regain, but you under- classmen can profit by our mistakes. If you have been neglecting your work, you can start anew next year, and do justice to your studies so that at your gradua- tion, you can join the ranks of the glori- THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION ous youth who go out into the world to take the responsibilities that fall on them. The world has called us, the younger generation of America, its white hope; but it is waiting to see us prove that statement. It is watching to see us shape a future safe for democracy, for liberty, and all the ideals that this country stands for. We must live up to the expectations of our country, for we are the builders of the future. We can not do our work if we are not prepared. Even though our teachers can tell us what to do, they are powerless if we do not help ourselves. Before us are the examples of a long line of American heroes stretching back to the founding of our country. They have made this country what it is to-day. With our strength and youth and energy, let us make a future worthy of the part by working for the highest interests of humanity so that this government “of the people, by the people, and for the people shall not perish from the earth.” — Josephine Jerardi. OUR FOUR YEARS HERE Tonight we are graduating — the end of our high school career has come, and now must we look back and see what we have accomplished, what this school has done for us. Looking back to 1921 and considering many things we have been an exception- ally fortunate class. We were the last class to be a freshman class — to have that time old privilege of “sitting on the shelf.” When we became sophomores, it was true, we felt rather insignificant, but we rejoiced that we had no shy or stupid freshmen to bother us. As juniors we spent the year reviving old customs — such as the publishing of the Clarion, the school paper, and the giving of proms dur- ing the school years. Seniors, at last, we thought that all we would have to do would be to act as dignified seniors should and take a rest. But alas ! we found that we must master that fearful art of public speaking, and think up entertainments for the willing eyes and ears of the under- graduates. College Board examinations ghosts dogged our footsteps night and day. But still we found plenty of time to be just dignified seniors. However, these things are trivial, for we have stored away in our memories the memorable styles of Caesar, Cicero, Vir- gil, the mysteries of shorthand and typewriting, intricate mathematics and sciences, histories and broadened our views by the study of modern prob- lems. Then too, we have learned that to be- come good men and women we must un- derstand and practice good fellowship and sportsmanship — to be clean and fair in every deed. We have learned the in- estimable value of true friendship. We must yet learn to shoulder disappoint- ments and to do the next best thing with good grace. Because for every disap- pointment that we successfully meet we have earned a great reward and that re- ward — we have become better men and women for it. We have acquired ideals too, during these four years of study and play. Ideals — those intangible somethings that al- most spiritual part of an ambition which civilization spends a life time to reach. Perhaps we have only formed them, per- haps only begun to prepare ourselves to work for them — to develop the character- istics of the men and women of tomor- row. A modern ideal, that which stands for the best in manhood and womanhood today, more than ever before is — must be higher and harder to reach. It is a gold- en castle gleaming out above a cloud capped mountain up which the way is never easy. The goal of an ideal cannot be easily reached. If it seems or becomes 8 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION easy then we have made a mistake in calling it an ideal, for it is only a com- monplace. To have ideals and work for them is one of life’s finest tasks. Into this task must we now put ourselves with eager readiness. But, you ask, how can we know all tlris of the great world when we are but mere school children? Indeed is not our very school a miniature world in itself. For here we are the big world in little, the big world with all its peoples telescoped down to this. We have our own little problems to work out, our interclass, or as they might be termed, international, relations to adjust, to study the problems of the big world from our own stand- point, and, perhaps the most important of all, our knowledge and power to meet world ideals. Of these world ideals the most impor- tant, the most vital, are World Peace and Universal Brotherhood of Man. These are the ideals toward which the world is blindly, but with ever increasing clear- ness, struggling. Then, weighing heavily down on us is the realization that upon our shoulders this great burden of re- sponsibility is soon to be laid — for we are the coming generation. Are we ready or capable for this task. No ! not at all, but, after all, we have begun to make ready for it. We have discussed World Peace from many angles and strongly ex- pressed our individual views. 1 his world, torn and bleeding by war ' s cruel fangs, cries out to us, this generation, to make it a safe home for young and old alike, to let nature wend her way undisturbed over its surface to paint it in her beautiful colors — to make it a place safe for De- mocracy. It is a labor too great to be put into words. But we must accom- plish it. Universal Brotherhood of Man! what a paradise of meaning lies beneath these words! Not a single diplomatic relation strained — national intercourse, free and easy unmolested peace on the high seas — every man a brother to his fellows and war — that frightful monster- — something entirely unknown ! Again I say the task of accomplishing this lies upon us. With each generation the size of its work has increased. And so ours is yet greater than any before — even here in school we have realized it, and like those immortal Frenchmen we, too, have a motto : They said “They shall not pass” ! We say, “We will succeed !” All this and much more have we learned in this building. But these myr- iads of things flash through the brain like an instant flash of lightning for, here, tonight, our minds are turned to- ward that future into which we step to- morrow. In behalf of this, my class, I take the liberty of thanking first of all you, our parents, and then the other citizens of Arlington who have made this education possible, and you who have helped to make us fit citizens to meet life’s tasks rightly and eagerly. — Helen B. Stokes. HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1925 The real starting point of our Class History was in what is now called the Center Junior High. It was here that we gathered on September the tenth, 1919, from the north, south, west, and east ends to go through this two-year fin- ishing school. We were soon taken un- der the protective wing of a very moth- erly teacher who had a great fondness for poems on nature, especially one by Whittier. The dear lady never seemed tired of having it recited to her. It wa THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 9 toward the close of our stay here that a group of students who were then Fresh- men, headed by George McClellan and “Brainy” Hughes, invited us as a body to the Senior High School to listen to a supposedly instructive talk on “The In- tricacies of Finding Rooms Eight and Eighteen.” The talk, although very in- teresting, was not very helpful, as it con- fused us more than it instructed us. Nevertheless, after a short vacation we gathered at the right and left sides of the high school building like frightened lambs before the slaughter amid the jeers and wise remarks of our lords and mas- ters, the sagacious upper-classmen. We entered the building walking on air, so it seemed, for many of us tripped on the stairs and were conducted with a great deal of confusion to that part of the hall designated for newcomers, which is tra- ditionally known as the “shelf.” It was from this lofty but squeaky position that we gazed with frightened eyes on the up- turned grinning faces of the afore men- tioned upper-classmen. We listened to a very instructive talk by our new prin- cipal, Mr. Gammons, not a word of which we remembered five minutes later. As this was our first impression of Mr. Gam- mons and as first impressions are al- ways lasting, you can be sure we had a good one. In our four years under Mr. Gammons’ fatherly guidance I am sure that we all have come to love and respect him for the wonderful type of man that he is. So began our life in the Senior High School in the year of Our Lord one thousand nine hundred and twenty- one. After all the upperclassmen had held their class meetings and had elected their respective class officers. It became us as Freshmen to follow in their footsteps and to- elect our class officers. We did and ’ results were as follows : Richard Rideout, President ; Helen Stokes, Vice President; Donald Jones, Treasurer; and Robert Thompson, Secretary. Lhider the leadership of these four brilliants we suf- fered the taunts and abuses heaped on our already weary backs by our lords and masters. This condition might have been tolerated by us if we could have recipro- cated on the next supply of raw material. But such was not our luck as we were the last Freshman Class to enter here. With no hope for relief most of us re- ceived the required ten points and passed on into the then lofty position of Sopho- mores. Although we advanced a step in our progress through Arlington High School it did not mean much, due to the fact that nobody came to take the places just va- cated by us. Therefore, although we did not quite so much resemble the national color of a well known island we were still considered the baby class of the school and were treated as such. The first event of the year was the election of our class officers. Richard Rideout was again elected as class president with the following aides : Helen Stokes, Vice President ; Robert Thompson, Secretary, and Donald Jones, Treasurer. It was during this year that a school paper ap- peared called The Red and Gray. Al- though it was a very excellent paper in all respects it did not have the years of tradition behind it that The Clarion had, and it was replaced the next year by The Clarion. As the green class we still con- tributed a large number of the class notes, but this only showed our school spirit. Mr. Moody, our new Superintendent, ar- rived during this year, and with him came the thorn in the path of our pro- gress, the mid-year and final exams. Al- though we railed against this new innova- tion I am sure that after taking them for the past three years and observing 10 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION their benefits we now fully appreciate their worth to us. So past our Sopho- more year. After the customary vacation we en- tered our Junior year with the usual high spirits that had been characteristic of us in the past two years. We held a meet- ing to elect our class officers. This time Alton Marsters was chosen as President with Daniel Scanlon as Vice President, Edwin Wraga as Secretary, and Margaret Merrill as Treasurer. Under the guid- ance of these four satelites and one Les- lie Winchenbaugh a plan was formulated for Student Government in the school. An assembly was held during which such brilliants as Bob Thompson, Fred Ryer, and “Winchy” spoke on the beauties of student participation in the running of the school and its many advantages. A vote was taken at the end of the assembly and it seemed that the student body was unanimously in favor of the plan. In fact some students went so far as to raise both their hands in their ardor. Due to the ambition of our class officers and the new found energy imparted by the Stu- dent Council it was decided that we would have a real honest to goodness Junior Prom. The gym was appropriated by the committee and it was shortly con- verted into an enticing Japanese garden for the gala occasion. The Prom was an entire success both financially and social- ly, and a great deal of credit for its suc- cess was due to the sense of cooperation that the Student Government imparted both to the faculty and the students. Mr. Henricus, our new physical training in- structor, was introduced to us by Mr. Gammons via the platform, and he im- mediately told us one of his many anec- dotes. This lodged him firmly in our good graces, and on the strength of it he informed us of the new plan of exer- cise that we were about to have thrust on us. This fact somewhat cooled our ardor. Due to the energies of some of our classmates headed by Stanley Troy, the Clarion was renewed with more bril- liant success than ever before. Our Jun- ior year closed when the ever charitable Seniors in their own inspiring Will left us their home-rooms which they hoped we would fill as well as they did. We returned to school after vhat seemed a terribly long vacation, and with the dignity that would befit a Bourbon monarch we marched with stately tread to the citadel of our endeavors, the front- middle section of the assembly hall, there to set an example for the underclassmen in poise, manners and a display of facial dignity, which, of course, becomes Sen- iors only. We were also allowed to walk out first if we were quick enough. Very shortly after our arrival we held a class meeting and elected the following class- mates to lead us through the most im- portant year of our career. Philip French was elected President, Marjorie Manning Vice President, Robert Thompson, Sec- retary, and Donald Jones, Treasurer. As was characteristic of our class all through its history, and as we all know history repeats itself, we were again picked as the unfortunate objects of a new experi- ment. This time it was Public Speaking, the idea being to have each Senior display his or her oratorical powers at least twice during the year. But as the year pro- gressed and Senior after Senior-ita ap- peared on the platform and expounded every thing from the qualities of the “Father of his Country” to the widely read and much abused Webster’s Diction- ary it was unanimously decided that our class as per usual had again succeeded with its experiment, and Public Speaking had come to stay. I am sure that Miss Pierce will hate to see us leave, not be- cause she will lose the best Senior chorus THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION she has ever had, but she will also lose her noted baritone and other singers of equal note. We shall all remember the excellent production put on by the Glee Club during this year, and the large part that members of our class played in it. “Pinafore” will probably be remembered as one of the elite in Glee Club offerings. 1 hope that Miss Pierce is favored by the gods and that she will have plenty of new talent to take the place of Messrs. Hooley, Thompson, Call and Settele. I also hope that she will put on many more plays of the Pinafore type that we, as alumni, shall surely witness. The Dramatic Club will also lose by our graduation numerous stars from its ranks. We have all ap- 11 preciated Miss Sydnor ' s offerings and I hope that her vacant spaces may also be filled with the type of amateur actor that Jim Baston has been. Another sufferer due to our leaving will be the orchestra. No more will enraptured audiences sit and listen to the melody of Claude Hig- gin’s xylophone or the soothing peal of Walter Nicoll’s flute, unless of course we part with cold cash to hear these gentle- men in Symphony Hall. Thus endeth the history of the class of Nineteen hundred and twenty-five. Part we must, but never shall we forget those joyous days at school. — Joseph McConologue. • (L A jn i LJ W 3 ' J(LJW J) C w ' • •’ • ' • ' Sfi r tl S� §. £- t.. G 4 ) li §• Va9, a s 2� © I? a 2 e ■ t. a „r (Sraiutatum Program Processional March, “Priest’s March” from Athalia ...Mendelssohn Entrance of Class of 1925 ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL ORCHESTRA Invocation For the Class PHILIP MELVIN FRENCH President of the Class of 1925 Our Four Years Here HELEN BENEFIEL STOKES President of the Arlington High School Girls’ Club “The Village Blacksmith” Noyes SENIOR CHORUS Address MacGREGOR JENKINS of the Atlantic Monthly Class Song Words by Margaret Agnes Donahue Presentation of Diplomas ALEXANDER H. RICE Chairman of the School Committee Recessional March, Triumphal March from “Aida” Verdi THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 13 (Elasa § mun Alma Mater, we have loved you; You have been our guiding star. Yet we now must part and leave you And go on to the fields afar. Other vistas lie before us, Other pathways still untried. Yet your light will ever lead us And will always be our guide. We must break the tiles which bound us Through these years of joy and woe, Yet a thread will ever linger Hhining with its golden glow. In our life’s web interwoven It will glisten bright and clear; It will brighten Time ' s broad roadway Ye shall travel without fear. You have lighted up our pathway; You have led us 1 ever on. Yet we now must from you sever And to greater heights press on. Your fair memory shall not perish ; It shall ever be alive. We your name shall always cherish, We the class of ’25. - — Margaret A. Donahue. 14 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION A A A A. A A. A. A. A. A. (Class ©is The parting hour approaches; We are faring forth from home; We have left our sheltered haven For the vast blue sea to roam. Our ship has been at anchor, But now we must sel sail. We are leaving familiar waters; We are breasting the gale. We are leaving the placid itnlet ; We are faring forth to sea. The shore is far behind us; We seek the ocean free. The surging surf is before us, But conquered it must be. The waves will seek to drown us ’Ere we sail out to sea. Let us 1 not sink beneath them Bu|t strive with all our might To reach the port before us Where flashes our beacon light. When the mounting waves are wildest, Even on the darkest night, Then must we do our strongest And push on and tight. Let us keep our port before us, Let us never turn away; Let us see it ever clearly As we see ift now to-day. To-day the winds are with us, The helm is ’neatli our hand; But in the years to follow, Our ship may run on sand. Let not that fear deter us, Let u,s on with greater force. Sustained by growing courage, We will swerve not from our course. — Margaret Donahue. . V THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 15 Mildred Adams Elsa Linnea Anderson Paul Revere Andrews Edith E. Baker Robert Hill Bean j Harrison Gardner Bourne. Ji Helen Dorothy Bowman L. Pembroke Brown Elizabeth Cain Kenneth C. 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ARLINGTON, (Boston), MASS., JUNE, 1925 Number 5 Clarion Board of Management EDITORS M an aging Editor Claude Higgins, ’25 ASSISTANT EDITORS Business Manager Donald Jones, ’25 Literary Dorothy Howse, ’24 Jane Gilmore, ’25 Class Notes Marjorie Manning, ’25 Business Griffith Roberts, ’26 Francis Vossahlik, ’25 Literary Esther Alden, ’26 Class Notes Dorothy Blevins, ’26 Exchanges Helen Joseph, ’25 Athletics Daniel IIooley, ’25 Edith Johnson, ’25 Exchanges Louise Bradley, ’26 Helen Lowcock, ’25 Athletics Ellsworth Brown, ’26 Cl a h Notes Pauline Crowe, ’25 Club Notes Rachel Crosby, ’26 Assistant Managing Editor Albert Brooks, ’26 Advertising Manager Richard Blasdale, ’26 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 17 HE SENIOR MEMBERS OF The Clarion Board wish to dedicate this their last issue to MISS TREAT who has given much time and advice to the Board, and who was in no small measure responsible for the return of The Clarion as the official “voice” of the Arlington High School. I I i I 18 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION WE ARE PROUD OF— John S. Crosby, ’21, who has been elected president of the Senior Class at the Massachusetts Agricultural College. He is to serve until the class has its first reunion. Croshy has served in this po- sition for four previous years. Hilda Frost, ’25, who won first prize with the poster she entered in the State Thrift Contest. We, the members of the Class of 1925, have come to the end of our High School life. Our path has been hard, its borders rocky, but we must forget its hardships and our faulty actions along its route and look forward with determination and grit to the life that is to come in the outer world. We must forge ever onward to the successful goal of each individual am- bition, so that we may ever be an honor and an inspiration to the Arlington High School of to-morrow. We appreciate the support of those merchants in the town who are ever will- ing to donate advertisements to the Clarion. It always has been and still is an act of charity, for a short chat with any of our advertisers will convince the sceptic person that few Arlington people trade at home and so the returns on local advertising do not pay. It is a pity that this condition exists, for anyone can do his shopping in his own home town economically and easily. It is hoped, however, that in the future an advertisement in THE CLARION will give the advertiser much benefit lie- cause THE READERS OF THE CLARION have acquired the habit of CONSULTING THE ADVERTISING SECTION and then— TRADING IN ARLINGTON! oi s P ftr hr OUR LUNCH ROOM The last issue of the CLARION con- tained an article under the above title. In fairness to the Domestic Science Depart- ment, this reply was written. The article stated that there was a lack of variety in the menu offered in our lunch room as compared to that of other schools. To show that our lunch room offers a great variety on its menu we give helow an example of two days : — Milk, Cocoa, Lemonade 5c Sandwiches — Ham, Cheese and Pimiento, Jam, Peanut Butter, Lettuce 5c Bread and Butter 2 for 5c Baked Macaroni and Cheese 10c Fruit Roll 3c Tomato Bisque 5c Fruit Salad 10c Lemon Pie 10c Ice Cream 8c Bananas, Oranges 5c Candy and Peanuts 5c The following day there was a change in menu, as is the policy each day:— Milk, Cocoa 5c Sandwiches — Egg, Jam, Lettuce, Peanut Butter 5c Plain 2 for 5c m to THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION Hi i § i i i i §§ (ION tit of 5IXC I IS con- le. In ' part- ■as a noir give Delmonico Potatoes . . . 10c Corn Soup 5c Date and Cheese Salad . 10c Bran Muffins . 3c Chocolate Blanc Mange with Whipped Cream 10c Ice Cream . 8c Bananas, ( Ranges . . . . 5c Candy and Peanuts . . , 5c It seems doubtful that any other school can offer a more varied menu and charge such moderate prices as those above. Even though the Domestic Science De- partment were to add to the menu, ex- perience has shown that our pupils pre- fer the “wrapped lunches — chocolate bars and peanuts. When such a con- dition exists, it is a wonder that those in charge of our lunch room dare to pre- pare as much of a variety as they have. Lack of space prevents the use of chairs and until more room is given to the lunch room our pupils will have to depend upon their own dexterity and luck to succeed in “having a dish of ice cream in one hand, and a bowl of soup in the other.” 5c ADVERTISING 5c jr 5c 10c 3c I 5c I 10c I 10c I Any magazine or pamphlet ever pub- lished, to make both ends meet, has had to have some other way than subscriptions to finance it. Perhaps the best and most common way is by including advertising on some of the pages and charging a rate for the same. Yet some magazines can charge nearly double for their advertise- ments than others do. Those magazines in have of course a large circulation but that is not all. Among the leading magazines a great number of them will not accept an ad until its advertisement has been verified, while others conduct laboratories at their own expense, to test the adver- tised article, and if it passes their vigorous test a sign or note is placed on the adver- tisement, signifying to the subscribers its merits. The latter method is impossible with THE CLARION but the former method is strictly adhered to. The adver- tisements of this magazine are of the best and most all of local interest. They are put there for a purpose and not to take up space. They are inserted at the expense of the advertiser, who expects your patronage for his trouble. By pat- ronizing these advertisers you will not only help them, but you will in great measure benefit the school paper. Richard Blasdale. MISTAKES Learn from your mistakes, but don’t cry over them. We best redeem the past by forgetting it. He who never makes a mistake never makes any thing. The trouble with a person who never makes a mistake is that he doesn’t know a mistake when he makes one. Wise men make mistakes, fools, con- tinue to make them. Remember that when you are in the right you can afford to keep your temper, and when you’re in the wrong you can’t afford to lose it. — Joe MacConologue. 20 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION LITERARY DEPARTMENT � Not long ago, near the place where I spent my vacation, there was a country road. Many mornings, just as the sun was rising, I trod the winding path among the birches on mv way to the pond. At this time, while the dew sparkled on the blades of grass, between the dirt paths, the small pools of water among the outcrops of ledge shone like molten metals in the sun. Near the close of the summer only by the difference in the length of the grass could one know this was a road. On one side, there was a stone wall which inclosed an orchard, on the other, a continuous row of elm trees which cast cooling shadows along the path. Every morning on our way home from the swimming hole over the red bridge, which the road crossed below the or- chard, my pals and I stopped at the or- chard for some apples and sat under the elm trees to rest. The last time I visited this section the country road was gone ; the grass, the elms, and the stone wall were all gone, instead a wide, barren, concrete road cuts a swath through the orchard and climbs the hills into New Hampshire. Motorists consider this a most beauti- ful turnpike, for it is now the main road through the mountains, but the folk who knew the old road find no pleasure in the noise and dust of an endless stream of cars. — John Walsh, ’25. One of the aims, I imagine, of the unfortunate seniors of our school who deliver the weekly orations is to hold the interest of the generally bored audience. Being one of this group I think that I am justified in giving a few suggestions for improving the present condition of our assembles. hen the underclassmen and women gather within the walls of the assembly hall, it is usually for most of them, not long after they have tumbled from their “downies” at the unwelcome alarm of the clock. I herefore the so-called orators not only have to hold their friends’ at- tention, but also wake them from their temporarily disturbed slumber. It seems no easy task for these modest and diffident children on the stage. I don’t know why, but for some rea- son the struggle of some poet for his success or even any deep political cam- paign does not appeal to a half-awake gathering such as this. If the hardships of this poet must be repeated and if this political subject must be discussed, I ad- vise — for the sake of the unhappy pupils who must speak twice this year — that this assembly be postponed until everyone is wide-eyed and fairly intelligent looking. Very seldom do the seniors choose topics that arouse a spark of interest from the student body but of course, there are times when it is amused. At such times the seniors must rejoice, for then the inevitable squeak of the musical lounging chairs is not so frequently heard. T hat is the sign of a successful assembly ! In order to be attentive this particular audience desire a little touch of humor, j Nine out of ten of the assembles this year that had a bit of fun in them “went over” J much easier and more pleasing to all con- cerned than the laughless ones. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 21 Next question, what does this critical group enjoy? They like anything con- taining a bit of originality and individ- uality. 1 hey, also, greet humorous jokes at the student body with ap- plause, but more especially some witty statement about the faculty. Of course, these should not be too per- sonal ! I think that more trifling remarks com- bined with the statements of the more serious nature are what is needed to make every assembly a success. — Elizabeth Smith. THE SENIOR Senior, do you realize what that word means ? You will say that it means that you are a member of the graduating class of Arlington High School, but that is not all that the word signifies. Why back (can you stretch your memory so far?) when you were a Freshman, you first be- gan to be a Senior. That is, you first be- gan your training to be a Senior. Then, you began to learn what later would fit you to be a member of the graduating class. Your parents, your teachers, and your classmates all helped you. For four years with their aid you have been travel- ing toward this point. Now, you have reached it. Have you thought of your training? Do you realize what you may he? To help you to understand your po- sition let us ' look backward. In those early days when you came into high school as a Freshman you were but a child, quite an uproarious, irre- sponsible child. Your teachers had to work hard for you. They taught you how to study, and the value of studying. Your Upper classmates taught you to be less boisterous, and more courteous, and also your first lesson in school spirit. At that time you were very attentive and very eager to show that you loved your high school. You made a good beginning. The next year you were a Sophomore when you came back among us. But alas! during the vacation, in some lamentable way you had acquired a most disgusting sense of your own importance. Of course, we all had to teach you the utter foolishness of this. Your trainers realized that conceit is not one of the attributes of a Senior. The task was not easy and was not accomplished until the Sopho- more became a Junior, and lost his con- ceit when he became acquainted with the responsibilities of a Junior. By the time you were a Junior every- one was rather relieved. You had lost your conceit, had gained a larger measure of school spirit, and were studying dili- gently. That year you learned to be re- liable. Your lessons were difficult but (you) undaunted finished them success- fully. You became ambitious, and worked hard to keep your record high. You learned your Junior lessons so well that the last lesson to make you a full fledged Senior was left to your fourth year. Iu September you came back to Arling- ton High School for the last time. You showed your importance for just a little while until you settled down. The teach- ers impressed upon your mind your last great lesson which you would not fully learn ’till the end of the year, that lesson was responsibility. When you heard this, and some examples of your duty were shown, you asked in bewilderment, “Am I expected to do, to he this ?” Apparently it was so. Your trainers stood back to see what you would do. You were a good sport. You sincerely tried your best to lie reliable, dependable and to keep the other classes more loyal toward the school. Of course, it was hard when everyone laughed at your seniorly dignity. But they stopped laughing because they saw you were sincere. You went on true to your standard ; you did your part until graduation. Now in truth you are a THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION senior, but your real task is just begun. As your teachers have taught you your lessons you must teach others. As you have been helped your must help others. The whole world is your school now, Seniors, and all the people in it your classmates to serve and love. Hilda Frost. SUGGESTIONS FOR IMPROVE- MENT OF OUR ASSEMBLIES I think our assemblies could be im- proved upon if they were varied a little more and did not have just speeches every time. For instance in one assem- bly have a debate on some interesting sub- ject and one that is causing much discus- sion, either between a selected group of bovs and girls or else between mixed groups. Another time the Seniors could have a contest in public speaking. To be sure they have had one of these but I think, seeing everyone enjoyed that one, they could have more of them. As some assemblies have been devoted to boy’s athletics, why shouldn’t some be devoted to girls’ also? The subjects of the talks might be more interesting. Of course I know it is hard to think up different and interesting subjects but I also think better ones could be found. The Dramatic Club takes part in the assemblies and the Oral English students take part, so why couldn’t the orchestra do something? A concert given by them would be most entertaining to all. Also, some other time a few selected ones could give solos with the addition of a few speeches. This perhaps would be better than the former, as there would be a mix- ture of both music and public speaking. To put the school in an amiable frame of mind for studying, a song might be sung at the end of each assembly. If these suggestions are followed out, I think a marked improvement ought to be shown in future assemblies. Alice Walker. When you were a Freshman, Sopho- more, or Junior, if you can still hark back to tbo.se dear, dark days, it was very sat- isfying to count up on the calendar and find — 32 more days of school. But, when you get to that elevated stage of being a Senior, it is quite a different story. Of course, to some Seniors it means one tiling, to some another and to some it means only thirty-two more chances to skip a class, fake an excuse, or be late. But about this time I think that most of us begin to realize that being a Senior is not so grand and glorious after all. To be sure we occupy the choice homerooms ; in the coat room we have the hooks near- est the door, but they are also in the darkest corner ; and now we leave the as- sembly hall first, but “now” may soon become “was.” But we are given all these things merely as a “good sendoff” and the only revenge we can get is by sending some of our class back for P. G. courses. Seniors are, were, and always will be a pitiful lot. We are the rulers of the school board’s chief realm, but for such a short time that our reign is soon forgot- ten, not only by ourselves but by the other classes. Another class takes our place and, more insignificant than Sophomores, we go down in the lengthy annals of the school as Alumni. — H. B. J. AIM HIGH ! . One’s aim in life should be high. Far better it is to kick the ball over the goal than under for, according to the rules of etiquette, over is over and under is under. Says which? However, to proceed, for to proceed is to go forward and go for- ward we must except when there is dan- ger of being put out at the next base. Again : one’s aim should be high. Take, for a proof of this excellent advice, a sparrow, (that is a small bird having legs, THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 23 wings, ears, a beak and other possibil- ities), standing upon the limb of a tree. Relow the tree, or rather at a safe dis- tance from the tree is a boy, a boy (defin- ition the same as for “sparrow”) and a rifle. The boy is planning to shoot the spar- row, perhaps for vengeance, perhaps for fun ; whatever his motives his plans re- main the same. The question arises, shall he aim high or low? Eventually he will aim directly at the sparrow but being a member of the A. H. S. rifle club, and also being slow to judge, he is undecided whether to aim above the bird or below. To aim below would be to simply wound the bird in the knee or perhaps only to put a hole through the tree trunk, where to aim high— ah ! to aim high ! I firmly assert and I say it with my position that to aim high would be far better. The bullet, without doubt, would, upon drop- ping, fall upon the bird’s head so frac- turing his skull and putting an end to his dastardly deed. I must also put an end to this most dastardly oration and 1 further advise you, one and all to aim high for shorter home lessons, higher for longer vacations, and highest for better and fuller CLARIONS next year. A SOPHOMORE’S SENTIMENTS TOWARD SENIORS What does the word Senior mean to most of us, or in other words what is a Senior? Webster’s gives the definition as one who is more advanced in dignity, rank, or office ; a superior. This of course is true, but I also think of a Senior as someone to be looked up to, and to be con- sulted in case of need. I think that a Senior in our school lives up to these re- quirements pretty well. The lower classes, especially the Sophs, are rather inclined at times, to outwardly ridicule and make fun of these qualities of the Seniors, but I don’t think there are many who don’t w T ay down in their hearts feel something of respect and awe toward the Seniors. The reason for this is plain, because in the eyes of a Soph a person who has stood successfully four years of hard study certainly deserves respect. I should think a Senior, in his turn, could hardly look at a Soph with- out envy because although he has passed through four years of work he should love this school and hate to leave it. Besides feeling respect toward a Senior a Soph is apt to ask one for advice. A Senior having been here longer than a Soph naturally knows the ropes better, and is able to answer many questions and give good advice. In fact for the first few weeks of school most Sophs would be practically lost at times without the guiding hands of some Senior. These words of praise to the Seniors coming from a Soph may sound like re- bellious words to the Sophomore class, because all good Sophs are supposed to outwardly ridicule the dignity of a Senior just as much as all good Seniors are sup- posed to outwardly despise the lowliness of a Soph. They are however not meant in a rebellious sense or in the sense of lavish praises to the Seniors, but I don’t believe there are many Sophs who would not unite with me in saying something good about a Senior class that we all are proud of. 1 also believe the Sophs would unite with me in wishing the Seniors good luck in their lives to come, and in hoping that the Seniors will remember the “low- ly” Sophs as long as they will remember the “mighty” Seniors. — Del Everett. OUR SENIORS Although the Seniors think that they are all going to graduate this June some of them will be sadly disappointed when the final marks are given out. For how 24 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION could a class of such haughty and digni- fied students devote so much of their valuable time to studies. For their time is more profitably spent in strutting around the school and wasting time in study periods showing the lower classmen how it feels to be a Senior. I pity those who will stay behind, for the Juniors, having practised being Seniors, will have nothing to do with those who gave them lessons the year before. “Pride goeth before a fall,” from this I think that most of the Seniors are due for a fall this coming June and a good one too, from the way they are conducting themselves now. Not only do they think themselves so great in class rooms but they are just as stuck up in assemblies. A few weeks ago they staged a silent protest against the lower classmen passing out before them. The next week as the lower classes be- lieved in the proverb, “Age before Beauty,” for ours are handsome classes, the Seniors, some of them old enough to be through college, were allowed to pass out first. Another salient feature of these same assemblies is the Senior orations which they seem to think in a class far head of Demosthenes, Cicero, or Patrick Henry. But not so with the Juniors and Sophs who usually started the class work with another day gone wrong. As a class the Seniors have points much better than these but I will let them point these out themselves, as they always do. — Boris Fostiack. ARE WE OLDER? Graduation time is approaching. We Seniors “are ready to take upon ourselves the responsibilities of life,” at least so many Commencement orators have said. Evidently we are supposed to have put on age and become suddenly serious and full of “realizations of the tasks ahead of us.” Just when we have, presumably, under- gone this transformation has never been mentioned. The change must have oc- curred sometime during the last semester, for up to then the Seniors were regarded as normal student slightly elevated above the rank of other classmen. It is strange this speedy evolution of happy-go-lucky boys and girls to staid minded men and women. But is it true that we are older? A stranger might possibly answer no, if he were to judge us by our actions, for we act more the part of children than when we were Sophomores or Juniors. At that period of our growing up we were afraid to seem too juvenile, lest we should be considered infants, of which we had a horror, by the “almighty, dig- nified,” Seniors. However, when we reached the privileged ( ?) state of Seniors, we immediately became “frolic- some, and further showed our childish- ness by discountenancing any imitations of our actions by the under classmen who seemed as if they had a very slight chance of ever growing up as we had. W e giggled and drew pictures, but be- came horrified and disgusted to see the “youngsters” showing such signs of their infancy. We liked to do anything but work, yet admonished and lectured our “wards” if they showed tendencies to leisure and staying out nights. In fact, we were so puerile that we did not know enough to practice what we taught. Yet we must have matured in some way, or so many would not say that we have become men and women. How are we older? And if we are old, why are we playful? I am no philosopher, but I shall make an attempt at answers. We are older because our minds have matured a great deal since our entrance as freshmen. We perceive questions and issues with a broader vision and THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION clearer reasoning ; we have more power ; we have a greater sense of fitness; and we have higher and nobler ambitions. The answer to the second question is harder. If we are older, why are we playful? One reason might be because we have harder work to do and so for recreation we turn to simple means of enjoyment — “a little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men.” Perhaps we feel that because of our model behavior for three long years we are entitled to some amount of foolish- ness, that some nonsense will keep us from drying up after having piled and stuffed our brains with knowledge for so many years. However, a very good reason for juvenile behavior is that we really do realize the seriousness of the situation upon our finishing high school and that we are doing our best to re- tard the growth of that realization by acting as if the situation were the re- verse, by trying to thrust aside un- pleasant thoughts. This is really why the Seniors seem to he examples of anti- thesis and cause the question, “are they really older” to arise in people’s minds. -J. G. WRITING FOR THE CLARION O ! How I cursed the day when Miss Treat announces that our homework for the evening will be “to write something for the CLARION, a story, composition, or familiar essay, not less than 300 words.” That is all, merely, 300 words. But that evening, when you have fin- ished all your other homework, (of course you leave your “story, compo- sition, or familiar essay” to the last), you sit down and think for about five minutes, yawn once, possibly twice, and then let out an explosive “Gee Whiz !” “What are you ‘gee whizzing’ about ?” your father asks, and you tell him. “Do you mean to tell me that you can’t think up a story,” he sys, “why, look at all those stories that were written for previous editions of the CLARION, pu- pils wrote those.” “O, yes,” you say, “of course I could think of those things, but they’ve al- ready been written,” and you once more lapse into thought. And then the family make the usual varied suggestions, from gruesome mur- der plots to the lighter subject of the in- tricate movements of Uncle Charlie’s “Adam’s Apple” (it works on the ele- vator principle). And suddenly a thought ! An idea ! Why not write about the troubles of writing? So I did. This essay will not have interested anyone who has no trouble in writing for the CLARION, hut I believe that there are many suffer- ers like myself who will he pleased to let out their pent-up feelings on paper. — James Wood. A DOG’S TALE (With apologies to John Taintor Foote) I decided to run away from home this morning. I ran out of the door. No one was looking. I ran down the road and came to a long street. It was a wide street filled with automobiles going fast. I decided to cross. I didn’t see an auto- mobile coming down the street. I near- ly bumped into it. The man shouted words at me. It was lucky that I didn’t know what they meant. I don’t think my mother would have approved of that man. Pretty soon I came to a big building. There was a big field in front of it. I started digging holes in it. A man come running quickly. He shouted words that sounded something like the ones the automobile man used. I ran hard. I came to a door in the building. I 26 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION decided to go in. Just then another dog came out fast. He was a mongrel. He said, “Youse better stay out of there if youse want to lie healthy.” I felt brave. I thought of Horatius at the bridge. He was brave. 1 learned about him from Tom. Tom is a Senior. He knows everything. I went up some stairs. A bell sounded. I looked around for the fire- engines. None came. I waited. Soon a boy came. He ran fast. His face was red. He pushed a door open. I ran in with him. We were in a long hall. We had a race. I saw a man coming. 1 remembered what the mongrel had said. I hid around a corner. 1 waited a long time. Another hell rang. Girls and boys came out of rooms. It was like the sub- way. I went there once with Tom. I slipped out another door. They were all going downstairs. I went with them. They all went into a big room. It was as big as our whole house. I saw Tom. He was sifting in a long row of chairs with some other boys. I ran down the aisle and looked at him. He uttered words beneath his breath. Then he told me to keep still. All the hoys were laughing. I sat down on the floor beside Tom. Pretty soon someone talked. Then everyone sang. I sang too. They all turned around and looked in my di- rection. Tom got red. He gave me a poke. I started to bark. A big man came quickly. He took hold of my col- lar. He pulled me out of the big room. He opened a door and pushed me out. Then I remembered what the mongrel had said. I ran home fast. I was glad when I got there. I hid under Tom’s bed. I wonder what will happen when he gets home. - — Dorothy Belcher. SEA-MOODS Ihe splendor of the setting sun fast changing into the deep greys and pur- ple of a peaceful summer twilight, the soft swish of the waves as they chase each other up the long smooth stretch of the beach ; the keen, bracing smell of salt air as a particularly mischievous wave dashes against a jutting rock send- ing the soft spray into my face as I sit in my favorite nook on the beach listen- ing to the strains of some quaint sea songs which drift to the shore from an old Italian fishing schooner anchored far out in the harbor. The sea is in a friendly mood tonight ; inviting confidences — in return telling stories of far beautiful countries and heroic deeds. Some of the tales are sad for they are the stories of brave men, men who were as courag- eous in death as in life. These stories are told in whispers with now and then a sigh of regret that this mood cannot last forever, for the Sea is a thing of ever-changing moods. Even as I listen I hear a rippling laugh and behold a happy joyous sea. The twilight has deepened into a vel- vety darkness and overhead the stars have appeared like dancing sprites ; the moon has risen making a pathway of golden light straight across that vast ex- panse of sea — a fairy road; the strains of music have changed to a rollicking accompaniment for the dancing waves. Now the sea is in a happy, joyous mood ; beckoning me to follow that fairy road to the mysterious land far beyond the horizon. Thus the Sea with her ever-changing moods lures and entices the mortals of the land to follow her into a land of mystery and adventure. — Una Wilkins. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION “THROUGH THE YEARS” The door was half open. Smoke curl- ing towards the ceiling issued slowly from the rooms within. In the room, stretched languidly on a chair, was a man. A queer looking person, to be sure, with dark hair streaked with gray, an aquiline nose, and a rather too large mouth. But the eyes were the predominating feature. Green they were and piercing. He was attired in a dressing gown, the tassels of which reached almost to the ground. On his feet were a pair of brown leather slip- pers. His dress was the same as that of any normal person, differing only in that, on his head reposed a tall silk hat, and on his hands he wore a pair of white kid gloves. I have now endeavored to de- scribe accurately Mr. Adrian VanHeusen. Footsteps were heard in the hall out- side, and a fair-haired, brilliant-looking boy of about eighteen entered. He was dressed in a knicker-bocker suit, and car- ried a book. “Good evening, uncle,” he said. The man on the chair started as though from a dream. He dropped the half -burned cigar and said, “Er, good evening, oh good evening, Robert.” The hoy made no further remark, but laid the book on the table and quietly left the room, closing the door after him. The man remained for some moments staring into space, then arose and walked over to the table upon which reposed the book. For several minutes he gazed down at it. Then, slowly he lifted the cover and began to count aloud until he reached thirty. From the thirtieth page he ex- tracted a bouquet of withered flowers. Passionately, he clutched them to him and began to sob. Heart rending sobs they were, which bespoke of an anguished heart, tried to the utmost. One by one he fingered the flowers, muttering the while. Then, even as the emotional scene had be- gun, so it ended. With the flowers still clasped in the hand he strode to the win- dow and stood looking out at the moon-lit garden. The white stone fountain could be heard playing in the center of the gar- den and its whiteness gleamed in the moonlight. Adrian VanHeusen spoke, “Miriam,” he said, “how the years have flown.” His tears trickled down and dropped on the flowers. Slowly, he made his way back to the chair. The scene thus described took place an- nually, on the anniversary of that day thirty years ago when he, a young man, was slowly walking down the aisle of a church, to the strains of a wedding march, a beautiful girl named Miriam by his side, with raven black hair and ra- diantly young, when suddenly she ex- tended the hand in which she held the bouquet, the same bouquet over which Adrian VanHeuson had but a few mo- ments ago cried, toward him. Only then they were fresh and fragrant flowers. She had thrust them toward him and had gasped, “Adrian, keep these, I am dying.” With that she had dropped to the floor dead. Great excitement ensued. The doctors had said a heart attack. The tragedy was much talked of, but Adrian VanHeusen had shown no emotion. Dur- ing her funeral he had remained calm. No one knew of his inward agony. He wished for no one’s sympathy. His heart became bitter. He rarely went out. His servants feared him. The only one who held any place in his heart, was his dead brother’s boy, Robert. Only once a year did he go through that book and extract the withered flowers, placing them a page ahead each year. Miriam had said, “Adrian, keep these,” and he had re- mained faithful to his trust. The book in which the flowers were concealed was entitled “Macbeth” by Wil- liam Shakespeare. He alone knew why he had chosen this book. He lighted a fresh cigar. Again, slowly, the smoke circled toward the ceiling. Adrian Van- 28 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION Heusen began to drowse. As though he were dreaming faintly, he heard a voice sweetly singing in the distance. Through the years, through the years, As the birds return in Spring, So I come, so I come And I sing, and I sing. When the owner of that voice hovered into sight he tried to call out to her, for indeed it was Miriam. Miriam the girl of thirty years ago, unchanged for the years. Suddenly he sat up with a start. The vision had faded. The illusion had gone. How fleeting these moments of happiness, his first happy moments in thirty years. Too sweet to he realistic. Realities are never as sweet as fleeting, fanciful mo- ments spent in a pleasant dream. Actual happiness can never he as sweet as a dream, even though it is the realization of that dream. He had told himself all that he wanted was to hear Miriam’s voice again. And so, after thirty years, he had. And on the anniversary of that day. What a coincidence ! In a dream he had heard her perhaps, hut he, Adrian Van Heuson was convinced that it was real. He really believed that he had heard and seen Miriam. Perhaps he was demented. Per- haps he was not. ho knows ? Sudden- ly he clutched the chair. Pains gnawed at his heart. Maybe his hour had come, maybe it was the reaction from the dream. He couldn’t call out. In fact, he didn’t want to. He felt himself slipping, slipping, he extended his arms. Perhaps he again saw Miriam. The song rang in his ears. Through the years, through the years, As the birds return in Spring, So I come, so I come And I sing, and I sing. His hands dropped to his sides. The soul of Adrian Vanlleusen had flitted out into the great unknown. Strange the threads which are woven in this web of Life. “Rattler.” K. K. K. RANSOM As a tall, lanky individual, dressed in white flannels, a blue and orange str iped sweater, and an oversize derby, signed the register of a secluded hotel in the New Hampshire White Mts., the clerk was completely overcome. It was not a shock nor an attack of apoplexy, hut the extremely stylish gen- tleman had marked three big Ks and ransom, directly following, upon the reg- ister. The clerk slowly assisted him to his room and left him with such unusual speed that he did not wait for the man to take his hand out of his change pocket, to present his aid, the endowment which the hoy usually lingered about for. As soon as he had returned to the office desk, the clerk rang for the man- ager, who, evidently did not see fit to answer it. Therefore a “plain clothes” man was called and the register had been carefully examined with a reading glass. Not knowing what to do, the “P. C.” called two detectives which were placed in the shade, or rather, as detectives stor- ies say, as his shadow. About 11.30 or to he exact 11.3214 P. M. East. Stand. Time., the gentleman, concerned, emerged from the hotel with the detectives “hot on his trail.” He was now dressed in an inconspicu- ous brown suit, just the color, men not wishing to he noticed, or to commit a crime, wear. At a short distance from the hotel he disappeared in the dark and stillness of the mountain night. In less than an hour, the detectives re- turned, and although they kept a close watch all night, they did not find their “meat.” The next morning, the cause of so much fear and anxiety, entered the din- ing room, promptly as the breakfast bell rang. This was too much for the detectives THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 2 !) and because they had failed to live up to their “sleuth diplomas,” thev took leave. It was not “French leave” for they didn’t wait to collect their pay. On the table in the smoking room were the Boston morning papers. On the head- line of one in big, red letters was — BIG MURDER ON STATE ROAD NEAR BOSTON and underneath in smaller letters : K. K. K. Suspected I low the shivers had run down the clerk’s back when he read it. Everything was against him : the de- tectives had left: here was a K. K. K. agent seeking ransom : this murder which had just happened, which would make the agent more urgent ; and finally, the gun he had placed under the counter, lacked a hammer. When the “slippery” one came out of the dining room, the clerk ducked under the counter. In several minutes, when, as he thought, the “coast was clear,” he popped his head above the counter to ob- tain a bird’s eye view of the situation. But he didn’t get it. All that he got was the cause for another stroke : his kid- napper, to be, was leaning on the counter, back to, reading something; the clerk didn’t wait to find out, but immediately disappeared again, this time for a good, round, five minutes. When he appeared on the “landscape” again he was not the same appearing person, that he was when he left the scene. His patent leather hair was sadly disordered, he had walked on his “shine,” and his lip was swollen, where he had bitten it in his anxiety. But on the counter was another cause for panic. The agent had left a note, prob- ably the request for a ransom, or a mur- der warning, or a — there was nothing which did not enter the clerk’s head. Trembling and fearful he opened the note, which read : Mr. K. Knox Kransom, Riverfield Hotel, Riverfield, N. H. Dear Sir: — Am indeed glad to find your case came through satisfactorily. After you return from your vacation, if you will be willing to join the Knock- em Dead Detective Agency we will be glad to guarantee you $2500 per month. J. DOE GETTUM, Sec’y, Knockem Dead D. A., New York. The next day the clerk loitered, while Mr. K. Knox Kransom came to the counter to get a stamp. When he had gone, the clerk decided he would have to give up his hotel work, if it was neces- sary for him to spend six hours a day on his “Correspondence Course under the Auspices of Gettem and Keepem Detect- ive Agency.” — Edward Thomas. CLARION news! I sit me down with pen in hand, which, upon discovering its dryness, I soon exchange for a somewhat dull pencil. CLARION news! Sudden- ly the quotation from Collier or Shakes- peare, ( I’ve forgotten which, comes to my mind: “No news is good news.” Whereupon I decide to pass in the above wise crevice and hither me hie to bed. But, the thought of a possible dismissal from the CLARION board, upon which I feel honored to claim a position — a po- sition — ah ! — the word inspires within me an idea! After celebrating the birth of the said idea in a manner altogether un- fitting a Junior, furthermore a Junior who still cherishes dreams of someday gaining the virtues of Seniorhood, I settle me down to convey my gleaming thoughts to the minds of others. Position in life is ev erything! The foundation of my theme having been laid, 1 attempt to build upon it. Once again, position in life is everything, and, yet :; THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION again, it is nothing. Everything, nothing. Nohting, everything. Take, for instance, a member of the so-called Student Coun- cil. A white button and tbe reputation of holding an hononed position are enough to gain, for himself, a clear passageway in the center of the hall. Take the same member, between five and six P. M., fighting his way homeward from the big city. All the white buttons and respected positions in the world wouldn’t gain for him a clear passageway through the ever- struggling subway mob. Looking up the various meanings of the word position, my eyes chance to fall, as eyes often do (especially glass ones), up- on the definition “posture.” Yes, here is another example of position in life being everything — or nothing. Let us turn our thoughts to the lad (or lass) who carries himself erect, whose sitting, lying and standing positions are excellent. He has escaped the notice of the correct posture artists, his position has meant nothing to him, until, one sunny day he is lying in his usual correct po- sition upon the beach, engaged in translat- ing a difficult passage of College Humor. A fly buzzes about his head and alights upon some part of his body. Immediate- ly he strikes at if, his aim is successful, and he goes on with his work without having discturbed himself, physically or mentally. In comparison, take the boy whose position is “cagey,” who has that college slouch. He is sprawled out in his usual sloppy position, the same sunny dav, engaged in the same sunny task as the lad of the correct posture. A fly howls about his head and alights upon some part of his body. He tries to brush it away, strikes at it, and, after several vain attempts, is forced to change his po- sition and eventually seek comfort else- where. Which has went to prove that po- sition in life is everything — or nothing. At the end of my wanderings I am un- decided whether it wouldn’t be wiser to pass in that wise crevice. But, no, at least my efforts to help fill the pages of the CLARION will be appreciated, and, speaking of the CLARION, let us not forget that the Juniors have the task of carrying on the good work next year. Make the resolution, after reading this collection of words, that such foolishness will never be given breathing space in our CLARION next year, that there will al- ways he an over supply of literature, of class notes, of poetry ; that if you have not passed in material this year, you will work extra hard next year to keep up the good reputation that the class of ’25 has gained for us. DREAMLAND There is a land far off to the West Where the winds of Fortune blow. There’s a sea of crystal where dream boats rest, Eor ’tis there that the dream boats go. This land is a land of Love and Delight, Yet a land of Sorrow and Pain. There the sun never can shine too bright, Or the world be too full of rain. ’Tis the land where the cool blue mists come down, And the breezes of Memory blow, And tbe stars like gems in the Dream King’s crown Twinkle and wink and glow. ’Tis the land of Ambition, this land in the Wes t, But sometimes ’tis dark Despair. The dreams that we dream are not al- ways the best, But they hold us and keep us there. — R. E. H. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 31 P ' riends, Seniors, classmates, Lend me your ears! I come to bury the Seniors, Not to praise them. The fame of a class lives on for aye, Its members forgotten with grad’ation ; So let it be with this class. The Seniors are a pitiful lot, Yet wise and extra clever. But Sophies say they’re overbearing And truly they are a truthful class. The Seniors did the CLARION renew And many things brave and noble. You all did see on Commencement Day How they hid behind the screen. Did this in Seniors seem over-bearing ? Yet the Sophies say they are And surely they are a truthful class. My heart is in the Year Book with the Seniors And I must pause till it come back to me. —Id. B. J. OUR CLASS When we came to A. H. S. — the class of ’25 They put us on the tip top floor — and scared us most alive. They called us “little freshman” then, and said that we looked green. They thought much of their own sweet selves, and their intellectual mien. They strutted proudly all about — the young ones and Seniors tall ; Insisted that we were not made to rank with them at all. When to the Assembly hall we went, we sat upon the shelf. The Seniors passed out first those days, — - one could not think of self ; And the other classes sat silent, reverent, all To watch the haughty Seniors file from the assembly hall. And then when we were Sophomores, one thing they did begin, They started in again to have some dancing in the gym. ’Twas not till we were Juniors that our ability did shine. We made the other classes step right up in the line. Before we go any farther, we must not forget to say We aren’t a bit conceited, for we were just made this way. It was some of our Junior boys that before the whole school went To ask us what we thought about some student government. Since then we have adopted it and surely it’s been fine. We even have police men now to keep us in the line Another thing important that we as Juniors did — — We started up the CLARION, and it from debt we rid. And then we had a Junior Prom the first for many a year, We held it in the spacious gym of A. H. S. so dear. And now that we all Seniors are our mettle is at test. We always put our school work first and strain to do our best. Because next year we want to go to col- lege, school, or work. And if we want success to come we cannot stall or shirk. This year it is required of us to stand upon the stage And extend to all of our classmates ad- vice both droll and sage. We don’t enjoy all this a bit — they seem to think we do — We only speechify because we must in order to get through. When in the years that are to come our successors do the same, We wish that they may all attain our high standard of fame. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION The agonies of assembly day we’d under- go as of yore If Seniors still could pass out first all down the big hall floor. Now we hope that you will remember us for things that we have done, When we are scattered far and wide, and every goal is won. — Helen Lowcock. OUR DESTINY by Margaret A. Donahue The zero hour is approaching, We are faring forth from home. We have left our sheltered haven, And we must go on alone. Our ship has been at anchor But now we must set sail. We are leaving familiar waters. We are breasting the gale. We are leaving the placid inlet, We are faring forth to sea. The past is far behind us, The future is yet to be. The billowing foam is before us But conquered it must be. The waves seek to drown us As we sail out to sea. Let us not sink beneath them But strive with all our might, To reach the goal before us Which flashes its beacon light. When the breakers are the wildest Even on the darkest night, Then must we lie our strongest, And push on and fight. Let us keep our goal before us. Let us never turn awav. Let us see it ever as clearly As we see it now to-day. To-day the winds are with us The helm is ’neath our hands. But in the years to follow Our ship may run on sands. But let not that deter us Nor swerve us from our course. Let it serve to spur us onward Higher, still, with greater force. IN ' 63 Now listen, my dear old friends of the class of twenty-five, Some day when you’re gray and fifty or maybe fifty-five, Upon an impulse happy you’ll drift over to the door That leads up to the attic, a treasure trove evermore. There the day long you’ll poke and ’mongst old trash you’ll putter, Pulling out pictures and postcards, and making a terrible clutter. At last way back in a corner, hid in a dusty nook Your eyes will spy a something that turns out to lie a book, And when it’s open you’ll cry, “Oh my land sake’s alive ! ’Tis my own dear blessed CLARION of the class of twenty-five!” Then out will come your glasses, you’ll skip over to the light, Bless my soul, you’ll stay there reading it until has come the night. And all the old jokes, and the pictures of the faithful friends you have had Will fill your cup to overflowing and make your dear old heart glad. H. L. F. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 1 op TU£ THE SENIOR FROLIC One of our Senior English Classes held a “frolic” on May 11th. The pro- ceeds were to help out with the ex- penses of the Year Book. Practically all of the pupils attended which of course was encouraging. Who didn’t enjoy it? It certainly was interesting to see some of our boys, including the Class President, partake in the aes- thetic dancing. Who didn’t laugh to see Doris McCarthy bring “little Sam- my” Slosburg in by the ear! Without a doubt the performance was a success and we wish to thank the student body for its support. Pauline Crowe, ’25. 34 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION DRAMATIC CLUB On Friday evening, May 29, The Ar- lington Dramatic Club presented James M. Barrie’s comedy, “Quality Street,” under the direction of Miss Nannie A. Sydnor. Although the night was rainy there was a good sized crowd which accepted the play with a great deal of enthusiasm. Those in the cast as well as Miss Sydnor deserve a great deal of credit for the splendid work done by them. Miss Sydnor made an opening speech. She was presented with a bou- quet by the members of the Dramatic Club as a token of their appreciation of her work. The cast were as fol- lows : Miss Fanny Willoughby Agnes Ahearn Miss Mary Willoughby Dorothy Delay Miss Henrietta Turnbull Natalie Eldridge Miss Susan Throssel Elsie Gates Miss Phoebe Throssel Alice Weeks Patty Lenna Whitehill Charlotte Parratt Gladys Surles Harriet Clara Me Bay Sergeant Frederick McArthur Valentine Brown Robert Sproul Blades Prescott Baston Spicer James Baston Old Soldiers Proctor Michelson Pupils Georgy Robert Daley Miss Beveridge Fanny Adolphson Arthur Tomson Edward Cohen Isabella Alice Devine William Smith Anthony Camarano — Pauline Crowe, ’25. EXCHANGES Reflections of others in our mirror : The Alpha, New Bedford, Mass., — A very well planned and well supported paper. M. H. S. Review, Medford, Mass. — Clean cuts, and well handled departments combine to make a very “newsy” maga- zine. The Cambridge Review, Cambridge, Mass. — Your editorials are good proof that you have the full amount of school spirit that you will need in presenting Beau Brummel. We wish you success ! The Punch Harder, Andover, Mass. — Your literary department is the best one in your paper; but haven ' t you any poets? The Aegis, Beverly, Mass. — -“Current Happenings’ and “Near Jokes” are quite original ! The Hebronian, Flebron, Me. — You have wonderful athletic write-ups and your jokes aren ' t far behind. The Racquet, Portland, Me. — The Lit- erary Department seems to be the strong point of vour magazine. With such abil- ity another page of editorials would not be amiss. The Review, Lowell, Mass. — Why don’t you separate your departments more? Your Joke Department is excel- lent. The Argus, Gardner, Mass. — We have nothing but praise for your magazine. The Minncwaskan, Glenwood, Minn. — The Old Town is deserving of great praise. Packer Current Items, Brooklyn, N. Y. — We found no exchanges in your paper, and but a few jokes. The literary de- partment, however, is exceptionally fine. Clarion — We are glad to hear from you your paper is very complete except that your joke section is quite small. Review, Lowell, Mass. Clarion — You have a very good va- riety. Alpha, New Bedford, Mass. Clarion — Why not shorten your Joke Department and put in a French or Latin Department ? Dial, Brattleboro, Mass. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION TRACK The first meet of the season was with Tufts Freshman at Tufts Oval. Arling- ton took six first places but lost the meet by the score of 38-34. A1 Marsters and Johnnie Walsh were the individual stars, the former accounting for eighteen points while Johnnie scored ten. Al’s broad jump of 20 feet 11 inches was the feature of the meet. Summary 100 yds — Won by Sisson ’28; second, A. Marsters A; third, Thompson ’28; time 10 4-5 seconds. 220 yds — Won by A. Marsters A; tied for second and third, Thompson and Fraser ’28. Time 25 seconds. 440 yds — Won by Perkins A; second Young ’28; third Balkus ’28; time 5 7j4 seconds. 880 yds— Won by J. Walsh A ; second Young ’28; third Dimone ’28; time 2 minutes, 12 2-5 seconds. Mile — Won by J. Walsh A; second, De Verteuil ’28; third, Dimone ’28; time 5 minutes, 1 2-5 seconds. Shot put — Won by A. Marsters A; second Soule ’28 ; third Hanson ’28. Dis- tance 38 feet 8 inches. Running Broad Jump — Won by A. Marsters A; second T. Walsh ’28; third Sisson ’28. Distance 20 feet 1 1 inches. High Jump — Won by Walsh ' 28; third Vaughan A. Our hoys easily defeated their next op- ponent, Watertown, on May seventh. Mayo of Watertown was the lone star for his team, making all eleven points. Arlington took seven first places, six sec- onds, and eight thirds. Summary 100 yds. — Won by Mayo W, second Babbitt A ; third, Corcoran A. 220 yds — Won by A. Marsters A, sec- ond Mayo W; third Corcoran A. 440 yds — Won bv Perkins A ; second O ' Hara A; third Lawson A. 880 yds — Won by Kelly A ; second Troy A; third Walsh A. Mile — Won by O’Neill A; second Walsh A; third Merrill A. High jump — Won by Vaughn A; sec- ond Revel A; tied for third. Nicols A and Bacon A. Running broad jump — Won hv A. Marsters A ; second Mayo W ; third Rev- el A. Shot Put — Won by A. Marsters A ; second Dennon A; third Hamm A. ARLINGTON 51. WAKEFIELD 26 Arlington gained another victory by defeating Wakefield on May fourteenth. Guarnacuid of Wakefield was the high scorer, making sixteen of his team’s points. BASEBALL TEAM 1925 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION Summary 100 yds — Won by Guarnaccia W ; sec- ond Canty A ; third Babbitt A. Time 10 3-5 seconds. 220 yds — Won by A. Marsters A ; sec- ond Guarnaccia W ; third Corcoran A. Time 25 seconds. 440 yds — Won by Perkins A ; second Lawson A; third O’Hara A. 880 yds — Won by Merrill A ; second Walsh A ; third McKeon D. Time 2 min- 13 seconds. Mile — Won by Eldridge A ; second McKeon W; O’Nelil A. Time 4 min- utes, 55 2-5 seconds. Broad Jump — Won by A. Marsters A; second Guarnaccia, third Revel A. Shot put — Won by Guarnaccia W ; second Dennen A ; third Sardeda W. Distance 42 feet 3 inches. High Jump — Won by Vaughan A; second Tasker W ; third North W. Height 5 feet 2 inches. Relay — Won by Arlington, Corcoran, Lawson O ' Hara and Canty. MYSTIC VALLEY CHAMPION- SHIP On May twenty-first the second annual Mystic Valley track meet was staged at Spy Pond Field. Arlington emerged the victor for the second time, thus gaining two legs on the championship cup. The records in every event but the high jump and one hundred yards were broken. Of seven records broken Arling- ton men broke five. This year’s track team is one of the best that ever repre- sented the school and “Doc” McCarthy is to be complimented on his excellent coaching. Arlington had a total of 47 points, Mel- rose 39, Wakefield 7, and Watertown 4. The Summary 100 yds — Won by Morris, Melrose; Flint, Melrose, second; Canty, Arling- ton, third ; and Guarnaccia, Wakefield, fourth. Time, 10 4-5 seconds . Mile — Won by Eldridge, Arlington ; McKeon, Wakefield, second; O’Neill, Arlington, third ; Egan, Watertown, fourth. Time 4 minutes, 47 1-5 seconds. A new record. Running Broad Jump — Won by A. Mr ' sters, Arlington ; Flint, Melrose, sec- ond ; Revell, Arlington, third ; Provandie, Melrose, fourth. Distance 20 feet 3 J4 inches, new record. 440 yds — Won by Perkins, Arlington; Felt, Melrose, second ; Thompson, Mel- rose, third ; O’Hara, Arlington, fourth. Time, 54 4-5 seconds. New record. Shot put — Won by Dennen, Arling- ton ; Sardella, Wakefield, second ; Hamm, Arlington, third ; A. Marsters, Arlington, fourth. Distance, 40 feet, lj4 inches. New record. 880 yds — Won by Walsh, Arlington; Merrill, Arlington, second ; Rooney, Wat- ertown, third; Kelley, Arlington, fourth. Time 2 minutes, 10 4-5 seconds. New record. 220 yds— Won by Flint, Melrose; A. Marsters, Arlington, second ; Morris, Melrose, third; Canty, Arlington, fourth. Time 23 4-5 seconds. New record. High jump — Tie for first, Provandie, Stuart and Waterman, all of Melrose. Vaughn, Arlington, fourth. Height, 5 feet, 3 inches. Relay — Won by Melrose, Arlington, second ; Watertown, third ; and Wakefield fourth. Ellsworth Brown, ’26. BASEBALL The team after a brief workout, opened the season on Saturday afternoon, April 18th, against the strong Somerville nine, who at the present writing head the Sur- burban League, at the Dilboy Field in THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 38 that city. It was Somerville’s game, the final score being 17 to 1 in their favor, but, however, it enabled Coach Henri- cus to try out his veterans of last year, and new candidates of this year to ad- vantage. The first home game of the season was with the St. Mary’s High School team of Waltham. It was easily Arlington’s game, the score being 9 to 4 in the home team’s favor. Johnnie Lane of football and basketball fame pitched the whole game, and displayed excellent form as a moundsman. He had good support, and this combined with his excellent pitching was the feature of the game. Our hoys journeyed over to Melrose, our most “friendly” and “sportsmanlike” and most “hospitable” and most “swampy” neighboring village for the first league game of the seaso n. Arling- ton very sportsmanlike let Melrose have the game in their favor, of course the game was at Melrose, and as they are such “dear friends,” of ours, we thought that we ' d let ’em have the opportunitiy of winning the game. And another fea- ture was, that as the fans of that most neighborly village see very little “good baseball we thought we’d give them a run for their “shekels,” so the game last- ed 13 innings. Then Melrose was 12 to 11 . On Wednesday afternoon. May 6th, Woburn bowed to defeat before the on- slaught of the Arlington batters. This was the second League game of the sea- son. John Beeckley performed on the mound for the Red and Gray ; he pitched an excellent game. The final score stood : Arlington 12, Woburn 2. The next game was a home game with Watertown on Saturday afternoon, May 9th. This game was also a league game. It was a clear cut “whitewashing,” the final score being Arlington 12, Water- town 0. Captain Byer and Johnny Lane were the stars of the game. Byer slammed out a “homer” and later contributed a “double” and a “single.” Johny Lane pitching for Arlington held Watertown to five widely scattered hits and fanned 12. On Tuesday afternoon, May 12th, Ar- lington won its third league game of the season. Its victim being Winchester. The game was played at that town, and the final score stood: Arlington 9, Win- chester 8. On Saturday afternoon, May 16th, the Red and Gray nine won the fourth League game of the season. Who were their opponents — why, our most beloved, friendly, etc., Melrose. In slang it was a “whitewashing de luxe,” but in decent, and upright English, Arlington won 3 to 0. This time it lasted only nine innings, as the Arlington fans are used to “good baseball,” and it pains them greatly to see our boys tackle a slow team — so unlike what the Melrose rooters see. Johnnie Lane pitched a great game and showed the “swampy” team a few new hooks and curves they never saw before. Of course Arlington could have let Melrose have the game, but it would be only fair to let them win one, and we win one, see. Very sportsmanlike, don’t cher know. Well, they went home to their “hospi- table swamp,” and when they come here next fall to play football they’ll go home to their “beloved swamp” again, with a still bigger “coat of whitewash” on their fragile shoulders. Kinda tough on “Maaalrose” don’t you think so? At the present writing Arlington is en- tertaining hopes of bringing another championship into the portals of the school. And we firmly believe that those hopes will not be in vain. Dan Hooley, ’25. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION Miss Jewett in biology. We will now give in order the development of the mod- ern horse, going way back as far as pos- sible, beginning with Dan Scanlon. A La Shakespeare All the school’s a jail and And all the students prisoners in it. No? A Sophomore knows not and knows that he knows not. A Junior knows and knows not that he knows. A Senior knows and knows that he Don’t you think the “slicker chorus” could more appropriately have sung “It Ain ' t Gonna Rain No More.” Senior to Soph — -“Say, the last time our class gave a play it took the audi- ence a half an hour to leave the hall.” Soph— “What was the matter, was he lame?” Alan Howes had to consult W ebster’s Unabridged, in order to find words to express his opinion of the Seniors. They Were Behind Before! Now that the Seniors have “got away” with leaving the Assembly hall first, they will want to enter the lunchroom first next. The “cutest” thing ever seen on our baseball diamond was Shadow Buckley and Larry Shaw in the recent Melrose game. The teachers proved a most amusing spectacle as they gazed into the depths of Warren Kay’s perpetrator of facts, look- ing for the birdie. Vacancies ! That illustrious actor, Slosberg, will be sadly missed in the plays to come. For a baby he was a talented musician, but a fair haired boy named “Leslie” could well act as his substitute. Hooley will be replaced by Rosenberger. Is there 4(1 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION anyone to take Clancy’s place as a Jun- ior ? Ccla Va Sans Dire! In asking us to write “Class Notes” for this issue, Miss Treat suggested that this is our last whack at the Seniors. But it is also their last whack at us ! Senior — “Have you seen A. Fairchild’s new golf socks?” — Junior (Contemptuously) : “My eye- sight is very good.” Senior — “So was mine until I saw them.” How we will miss the witty little digs handed down to the under classmen so efficiently by the present Senior Class. Absolutely Uncalled For! After long consultations the “League of Notions” has decided that the greatest worry of the Seniors is whether there will ever again be a class like them. We hope not. After inquiries about the high cost of sweaters Goodale has decided that his mud scow (alias beach-wagon) is good for another year. E. Forrest — “Say, Gardener, what is the French word for ‘cradle’?” G. Bourne — “Bassinet.” Fish Harrington evidently has inside information on the subject of “The ap- peal of the Country Road,” the subject of his latest theme. Taken from personal experiences, we imagine ! There is no limit to the vanity of some of our Senior boys. A1 Marsters is not satisfied with his own clothes. In fact he prefers the snugness of Lead’s outfit. Maybe he’ll borrow Joe MacFarlane’s, next. Resolved — That there shall be a Junior Prom. This must be just another one of these New Year’s Resolutions — soon broken. Senior History Bright student — “A negro cannot vote in the South unless his grandfather vot- ed.” Brighter still — “Gee, suppose you nev- er had a grandfather.” Much talent was uncovered in the Sen- ior Frolic. Some of our male dancers were graceful even into the sublime. The school offers its sympathy to “Lifebuoy” McCutcheon and hopes that his toothache will not last forever. More History Perkins (after topic “oil” had been as- signed to him) — “Just what do you mean by oil?” J. MacFarlan — “Banana Oil!” Some of the Juniors who thought the “Frolic” silly will think it “just fine” when they have their turn to act silly next year. When the Juniors step into the shoes of the Seniors let us hope that there will be some small enough. (Don ' t worry, Juniors! Alice Devine is leaving hers to Ruth Davis). By all indications at present the Sen- iors should make a success of their future life. New Fields to Conquer! A class in Number Work will be formed by Miss Bullock at the earnest request of Homer Davis. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 41 uni thes en. vote vet Sen- n:e;.- v to that n as- nean t the fine next ihoes will vine Sen- iturt I be ■nest Corridor Chatter “Am I going to say? Don’t be foolish. I told her I couldn ' t possibly get it done. Was it my fault because the dance had to be last night? Why only last week I did the homework twice and” “I said no, and that’s official. Charity begins at home, brother, and I live in a big house. You can bum your lunch checks elsewhere and remember you owe me nineteen cents from” “He said to me, “Can I have one of your pictures?” And 1 said, “Well, I only had twenty-five — just like that and be said” “Well, I says how about Monday night, and she says “I don’t think I’ll be able to go that night,” so I says, “How about a week from Monday?” And she says “I’m sorry, but I expect to be busy that night too.” Then I says “What are you doing Labor Day?” and she got sore and says” Horrors ! The crime wave has hit Arlington High. It was rumored yester- day that an attempt was made to smug- gle Hoodsies to the stairway by reckless pupils. 1 he quick and efficient work of Mr. Hatch broke up the gang. The pol- ice confidently stated today that clues in the form of finger prints and teeth- marks on wooden spoons were being closely and carefully followed up. It was also announced today at police head- quarters that any student found with ice cream stains on his chin would be ar- rested on the spot and held without bail. THE CLASS OF ’25 Our Senior Year, our last year, The end draws swiftly near. For some it may be welcome. But for many of us, No. 1 he time has come unbidden when ’25 must go. Oh, the year will roll on, And old age come along, But always we will keep alive The happy thoughts and memories of the Class of ’25. IN REPLY The Seniors think they know it all, According to our friend Ken Cal, As Juniors we would like to state We aren’t what he delights to prate. Perhaps we thrive on Campbells soups, But we are not the only goops. Odes to Seniors by Phil Peirce Hooley was a happy boy, His spirits never sank, He left two months early For a good job in the bank. Drouet is undeniably Nothing but a kid. But this does not at all explain Some of the things he did. Hurrah for fairy “Brown,” Whose name begins with B, His cradle in the infant’s Home, Is number twenty-three. More Compliments, ’25! Here’s to the class of twenty-five, Are so brilliant and bright, I hey proved by their own example That Charlie Darwin was right. F. K., ’26. Everybody makes mistakes — that’s why they have erasers on pencils. Seniors leaving Room 21 say that they have been mistreated. Math! They never met B4 But now she seemed 2 care, She loved him 10 derly For he was a -,000,000 aire. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 42 Page Warren Dronct Adv. — Wanted, a strong boy to help open a jewelry store; apply in the even- ing. Miss Treat — “Well, are there any ex- cuses today?” Perkins — “Are they acceptable again?” Some people around here think that the only thing they should use their heads for is to keep their ears apart. Every boy has his troubles and they usually wear skirts. The school year’s rushing to a close, We’ll soon have graduation. And after that, O boy, say we, We’ll have a long vacation! But what’s the cliff, for in the Fall Again we start our studies, Of course there’s one thing we regret ( ?) We lose our Senior buddies ! ! “No vegetations but cactus and palms scattered by real cowboys.” It is really surprising the knowledge that some of our lady students have con- cerning that noble game — baseball. On a recent test they said that There are several new kinds of strikes. A strike is when you give the ball a good hard bat and throw it ten feet in the air. A fly is a ball in the air. If you catch a ball on the fly you catch it before it bounds. Whoa, Dobbins! Mr. Fowler — We don ' t know how long our supply of petroleum will last.” Hamm — “Looks as though we’ll be go- ing back to horses !” A La Raft Sloshberg (Giving a report on Irving) “He used to take long walks up the Hud- son River.” When walking past room 17 the fifth period one day, we heard Bourne saying - “Kiss me.” Was it a translation or mere- ly extemporaneous. Senior — “Cheer up ! There’ll be a new joke in our High School the next time the Clarion comes out. — The new Sopho- more class. How we. shall miss — Paul Andrews — Our Arrow Collar boy. Tom McCutcheon — Our Daniel Web- ster. Marjorie Manning — Our Soap-box orator. Marion Hilliard — Our prize chorus girl. Leo Slosborg - — Our Kriesler. Doris McCarthy — Our Anna Pavlowa. Duke Walsh — Our Paavo Nurmi. Alice Devine — Our Mrs. Tom Thumb. Lead Marsters — Our feather weight. Gardner Bourne — Our Tom Mix. And so on. As part of the general clean-up pro- gram for 1925 the present Senior class will be dispensed with after June and a new, brainy up-to-date collection of in- dividuals will take their place. The pres- ent assortment of seniors that overruns the premises and makes the place look shabby, long ago proved their inability to maintain their claim of mental superior- ity, which should be one of the first re- quisites of the Senior class. Their suc- cessors have already shown a marked superiority over them in all the fine arts, and many not so fine, and have clearly THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION ( Q 4o Miss Shedd’s French (?) pupils hand- ed in some of these remarks in a recent translation : - — “a wide station that turned around many houses” — — “Where there was no other vegeta- tion than prairie dogs” — Some pupils go to schoo l to weep, While others go to take a sleep. Some go to school to tell their woes, While others go to show their clothes. Some go to listen to their teachers, Others go to hear the senior screeches. The boys they go to reconnoiter, The girls, they go because they “orter”, Many go for good reflections, But very few to learn their lessons. Sayings of the Great Philauto — I am sorry that I have no more lives to give to my country. Samson — I am strong for you, kid. Jonah — You can’t keep a good man EIGHTEEN— CLARION down. David — The bigger they are the harder they fall. Helen of Troy — So this is Paris. Metlmsalah — The first hundred years are the hardest. Noah — It floats. A few however, have been omitted, we think that the following should have been included : Miss Butterworth— “Where were you the first period ?” Miss Pierce — “This is the best chorus I ever had.” Mr. Boynton — “Its against the rules. Mr. Gammons — “I am sure we all en- joyed the assembly.” Sophomores — Do you know now at the end of this year that : — A quartette usually consists of four. The brains of the school means the students — mostly the hoys. Room 30 is not on the third floor. You are foolish to read this. Deficiency slips are signed by the par- ents. We are much healthier since the new candy system went into effect in the lunch room. Most every other drinking fountain works. Sophomores are supposed to be quite insignificant. This year’s graduating class is the best looking, brightest, etc., class that ever will graduate. Your knowledge hasn’t increased by reading this. 44 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION THE CLARION WISHES TO VOICE ITS APPRECIATION OF THE MERCHANTS OF ARLINGTON WHO CONTRIBUTED TO THE SUPPORT OF THE CLARION WITH THEIR ADVERTISEMENTS CENTER HOUSE CENTER HARBOR NEW HAMPSHIRE At the foot of the White Mountains, this is one of the most attractive spots in the Winnepesaukee Lake district. Here we have two large cottages and a new house with thirty-five rooms, also a large public restaurant. We will guarantee g ' ood room and board with least possible prices to the Alumnae and teachers of the Arlington Public Schools desiring to pass their vaca- tion in New Hampshire. S. ARAKELYAN, Owner and Manager. PATRONIZE THESE ADVERTISERS IEAD THE ADVERTISING PAGES AND THEN- TRADE AT HOME! CHATS WITH YOUR GAS MAN FOSTER BROS. PICTURES AND FRAMES 4 PARK SQUARE, BOSTON SUMMER AND MILL STREETS ARLINGTON COMPLIMENTS OF REGENT THEATRE r ARIE JOSEPHINE FRAZER CHER OF FANCY AND BALLROOM DANCING 8 OXFORD STREET, ARLINGTON Telephone, Arlington 3079-W ELEMENTARY AND ADVANCED PIANOFORTE INSTRUCTION MISS L. MARSHALL rerly with New England Conservatory and Faelten Pianoforte School) Ir Appointments Call Arlington 2181 - J .1 FAIRMONT STREET, ARLINGTON OLYMPIA SPA CONFECTIONERY, FRUIT, CIGARS ICE CREAM AND SODA 352 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE Telephone, Arlington 2988 FREE DELIVERY bware the Germs This Emb,em of the Air r doctor will tell you that shift “window coolers” are iding invitation to the fly- :rms of the dust laden air. t take chances with food’s these cooler days. Pro- hat food with ice and at Your Protection ime time protect its value in dollars with vestment of only a few cents a day. We are here to serve. iRLINGTON-BELMONT ICE COMPANY It Actually Happened Not long- ago, a certain city awoke one Sunday morning- to find it had no sup- ply of natural g ' as. Here is what happened : Cold breakfasts, or none at all, were served. Backyard fires, “canned heat’’ and chil- dren’s toy stoves were used to prepare food for luncheon. Two restaurants only were able to serve hot food; one used a gasoline stove, the other a bonfire in the alley. Sandwiches at soda foun- tains and other places were sold out before night. Persons with automobiles went to adjoining towns for their meals. Thousands of men denied hot water for their morning shave, refused to shave at all. Backyard and alley fires took the place of kitchens for the evening meal. Life in the entire com- munity was temporarily dis- rupted. How seldom we think of public utility services in the terms of “What would we do without them?” “If It’s Done With Heat, You Can Do It Better With Gas.” ARLINGTON GAS LIGHT COMPANY 689 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE ARLINGTON ARLINGTON CENTER ADVERTISERS COMPLIMENTS OF R. W. LeBARON Electragist ELECTRICAL CONSTRUCTION 474 MASSACHUSETTS AVEr REPAIRS AND SUPPLIES Telephone, Arlington REGENT SHOE REPAIRING CO. 448 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE, ARLINGTON Shoes Repaired While-U-Wait We Use Best Stock — Guarantee Work First-Class Workmanship — Good Service Using Factory System in Repair Men’s Whole Sole and Rubber Heels $2.00 Men’s Half Sole and Rubber Heels 1.50 Men’s Half Sole 1.15 Boys’ Half Sole and Rubber Heels 1.35 Boy’s Half Sole 1.00 Women’s Whole Sole and Rubber Heels 1.60 Women’s Half Sole and Rubber Heels 1.25 Women’s Half Sole .90 For further information Phone Arlington 3227-J J. W. BATTLE, Proprietor 1 COMPLIMENTS OF LEONARD COLLINS’ ARLINGTON FILLING STATION OPPOSITE HIGH SCHOOL t COMFLIMENTS OF W. V. TAINTOR AND COLONIAL GARAGE ARLINGTON, MASS. GROVE FRUIT STORE M. 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Arlington ijtglj §rljonl (Jflarinn ONE DOLLAR PER YEAR Published during the school year by The Students of The Arlington High School Entered as Second-Class Matter November 9, 1917, at Boston (Arlington Branch), Mass. P. O., under the Act of March 3, 1879 Acceptance for mailing at special rate of postage provided for in Section 1103, Acts of October 3, 1917, authorized June 6, 1919 Volume III. ARLINGTON (Boston), MASS., NOVEMBER, 1925 Number 1 Clarion Board of Management Editor-in-Chief Griffith II 1BERTS, ’26 Assistant Editors Eskill Peterson, ’26 Walter Atkinson, ’27 Florence Young, ' 27 Bum n ess M anager A d v er -Using Manager Richard Blasdale, ’26 Joseph Ennis, ’26 Assistant Business Manager Assistant Advertising Manager Albert Brooks, ’27 Walter Taft, ’26 EDITORS ASSISTANT EDITORS Litcrar y Literary Dorothy Blevins, ’26 Martha Harris, ’27 Helena Homer, ' 27 Poetry Poetry Louise Bradley, ’26 Stella McReavy, ’27 Athletics Athletics Ellsworth Brown, ' 26 Elizabeth Smith, ' 27 Del Everett, ’27 Art Art Esther Alden, ’26 Doris Monroe, ’26 Alumni Alumni Rachel Crosby, ' 26 Emily Norton, ’27 Norval Bacon, ’27 Exchange Exchange Ruth Hopkins, ’26 Muriel Henderson, ’27 Class Notes Class Notes Fred Rosenberger, ' 26 Wilma Corcoran, ’26 Eleanor Hunt, ’26 Ruth Hendricks, ’27 Harold Hamm, ’26 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION THE CLARION Will it or won’t it become a success? Will it or won’t it be one of the best? Will its pages be filled with good es- says and news? Will its subscribers gain, or its treas- ury lose? Will the outsiders say “it’s a paper worth while,” Or will they look on with a pitying smile ? Oh, will it or won’t it become a suc- cess ? Will there be enough contents to send to the press? It ' s a “yes,” if you’re willing to ali do your share ; It ' s a “no” if you won’t take the trou- ble and care. — Will it climb to the top, or will it stand still? It’s a will it, or won ' t it — let’s make it a “will!” D. Blevins, ’26. FOR JUNIORS AND SOPHS After rising to the dignified posi- tion of Seniors, it seems that they should be given at least one reward for their long and hard struggle — namely the privilege of leaving the assembly ball before the underclassmen. This has been a long-standing custom and as custom becomes a habit, please, Jun- iors and Sophomores,, establish this habit ! Mabel Carlton, ’26. AN APPEAL What is the matter with Arlington High School? Why, how absurd to ask such a thing! Nothing is the mat- ter with our beautiful red brick build- ing surrounded with its wide lawn, and overflowing with dignified Seniors, important-feeling Juniors, and inno- centlooking Sophomores, all eager for an education. Yet, on second thought, isn’t there always room for improve- ment? Is education the one and only object of importance in high school life? If you should approach any pupil in the corridors of our school, he would, no doubt, say to Ibis question promptly, without hesitation, perhaps even vehe- mently, “No!” If you should question him further, he would be sure to add, “What we need is more social life.” Is he right? Visit other schools, read other school papers. For instance: “This Friday afternoon a party will be held by the Junior girls to welcome the Freshman girls to this school The first activity of the Senior Class will be a social to be held some time in October.” — Haverhill Chronicle. Or from the History of the Class of ' 26, Somerville High School: “All plays and dances were well attended and enjoyed by the Juniors this year. Junior night, Which came toVard the end of the year, was most enjoyable. The play was fine, the specialties well done, the music and dancing excellent.” So, on all sides of Arlington are towns and cities having their own in- stitutions of learning. Yet their school activities do not stop with home work, football games, and orchestra re- hearsals. They have social life in which all may participate. Arlington wants this social life, too, and Arlington ought to have it! We do not demand sororities, fraternities and select clubs, but where is our Christmas dance and THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION our Valentine party? Where was our Junior play? Why not a Senior ban- quet? Get busy, Social Welfare Committee, — and let’s go ! Ruth E. Hopkins, ' 26. ON ADVERTISING A business house does not advertise merely for the sake of sentiment. The firms who have placed advertisements in our columns have made an invest- ment. They not only desire but they expect returns. We have published and distributed copies of the Clarion. Upon us, the readers and backers of this paper, the success of our adver- tising depends. We are bound by a moral obligation to buy at shops which are advertised in the Clarion. Let’s co-operate to make advertising in our paper a sound investment for the firms who have shown themselves to be our friends. E. II. Peterson, ’2(5. AS WE OPINE Our Senior Assemblies have been the source of worry, amusement, and fiery comment. A call for opinions of our Assem- blies in Miss Treat ' s third period Eng- lish Class has brought forth many in- teresting and candid judgments. Lis- ten to this one: ‘•An assembly is an undignified gath- ering of all persons in the Arlington High School, for the purpose of tor- turing the “Seniors,” shortening all periods, causing additional exercise for the janitors, and producing business for the ‘Song Book Company.’ ” That’s Charles Atwood for you. Ruth Da vis makes an interesting statement, that is open to debate: — “The Senior Assemblies are the cause of many young people’s becoming thin, timid and absent-minded.” Virginia Hunt says: “They are won- derful opportunities. They give the Seniors a chance to show how clever they are, and they show the Seniors O O that they’re not as clever as they thought they were.” Miss Hunt, you talk like a Sophomore. Dot Blevins believes that the assem- blies are a good thing ; but she adds : “Even Miss Sydnor cannot convince me that it is a help to the one who is doing the speaking.” Here is a frank opinion from Esther Dewing: I think the assemblies this year have been far too interesting. A boring assembly is much more to be desired by one who is planning to study for a Latin test.” Many think that they are a “Painful but beneficial” part of our school work. Most of us agree, however, that the assemblies this year, are entertaining and instructive, and for the most part better than last year. Such is the com- ment from the prejudiced minds of the “Seniors.” II. Hamm, ’26. Now that there are no monitors in chorus, the student body should do its part and co-operate with the faculty. When the matter of monitors was taken up with the “powers that be” by the Student Council, the Council was only doing its appointed task; that of promoting harmony and co- operation between students and the fa- culty. The faculty has done its part, now let us see if we cannot uphold our end by having an orderly chorus, even if there are no monitors to en- force the rules. G. Lawson, ’26. WHY I RETURNED TO SCHOOL AFTER WORKING FOR THREE YEARS One should not sacrifice education, when opportunity presents itself, for some whim which seems, at the time, more important. After three years in a business world with the assurance of self sup- port, the problem of continued income and breaking away from the routine of an eight hour working day into a school program, which was new and 4 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION strange, seemed very difficult to me. Rut education was not to be sacrificed in the face of difficulties that seemed overwhelming. It was an opportunity that presented itself which decided my return to school. Although the way may not seem clear when a great change like this takes place, the voice of conscience di- recting us within, and the urging of a kind advisor, are victorious in bring- ing us to a decision. Opportunity is before us for a mom- ent and must be grasped quickly. The voice of circumstance tells the way, and soon we are on a new road with a real task of worth to surmount. Con- ditions and circumstances seemingly unimportant and yet so vitally impor- tant in the shaping of our future are what go to make up opportunity. To all of us conies the time when a decison backed by courage and deter- mination means success. “Knowledge is Power.” Gustaf E. Frye, ’27. CLASS ELECTION RESULTS Seniors President: Harold Hamm. Vice-President: Roswell Eldridge. Secretary: Joseph Downey. Treasurer: Joseph Ennis. Faculty Adviser: Sarah J. Bullock. Juniors President : Richard Lombard. Vice-President : June Yale. Secretary: Evelyn Young. Treasurer: Alice Walker. Faculty Adviser: Martha S. Moffatt. Sophomores President: Arthur Lane. Vice-President : Frank Reardon. Secretary: William McNamara. Treasurer: Frank Foster. Facult y Adviser; Gladys Porter. The Clarion board extends its heart- iest congratulations to the elected can- didates, and places the paper at their disposal for any necessary service. FOOTBALL I. wish someone would tell me what there is about football that makes it such a popular sport. One attending a game for the first time woujd probably have a rather jumbled impression of football. There seems to be a group of fellows running and pushing each other all over the place. Suddenly the players seem to vanish and there is nothing but a large heap of legs left on the field. A whistle toots and heads begin to appear, and behold ! twenty-two boys emerge from the heap. They get up, anl, at an- other toot of the whistle, start madly rushing again. They remind one of a herd of goats, with their heads low- ered, all ready to buck. That, I say, is the first general im- pression one is likely to get of football, yet, even from that, every red blooded normal young person gets a thrill that can’t be duplicated. Take a cold October day, when the wind has a snap to it, a smooth green field, a bunch of fellows on it, a foot- ball, and a referee with a funny whis- tle. What more could one wish for? What is it in football that makes people jump up and scream and hug the stranger next to them, and throw their hats around and, in fact, go per- fectly mad when that precious ball is safely over its goal line? Answer me, kind reader, what is it? Anon. S omething A lways M usses Up E ach L ittle J oy O bserve H ow N obody S eems O ver joyed N ow with S. J. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 5 LET’S GO! TIIE OCEAN I, tlie editor of the Literary Depart- ment, in order to have a more perfect paper, in order to make this part of The Clarion a success, do beg and implore for Juniors — Sophomores, and •‘I . G.’s” — to search every corner of your brain, to dig down into every nook of your heart, for ideas, and then to sit down and carry them out ! Open your eyes — “kodak as you go.” In one minute I could name, at least, ten in- teresting characters, right here in the A. H. S., whose portraits I should like to pen. How many can you find? Often your ears — “stop, look and lis- ten” for amusing or touching incidents. Every day something happens, right under your nose, that you aren’t keen enough to discover, or, if you are, you aren’t generous enough to share your discovery with others. If you haven’t a sense of humor, find something seri- ous, something appealing. Life is not all laughter. Somebody will appreci- ate your more serious and deeper thoughts. Open your arms and grasp the opportunity to test your ability in writing. Shakespeare didn ' t know that he could write until he tried it! Then, when you have made use of your many gifts, when you have done your part to strengthen, not only the Literary Department, but every one; open your mouth and tell us where the weak points are. It is quality, not quantity, that we are aiming for. Take up the popular saying of the World War and “ Carry On.” D. Blevins, ' 20, A vast solitude of dull gray, seem- ing, beneath the leaden sky, to plot some sinister destruction for the un- suspecting shores — that is the ocean. A roaring, seething mass of madly rushing white-capped waves, throwing themselves with violent force against the rocky cliffs, and lending a sharp, salty tang to the driving mist — that is the ocean. A wide, shining expanse of blue, sparkling in the warm September sun- shine, rolling gently over clear, white sands, surging over the shoals in foam- ing waves, and breaking against the rugged cliffs, showering them with glit- tering spray — that, too, is the ocean. Florence Young, ’27. MY ADVENTURE One Spring day, as I wandered aim- lessly down the street, pausing now and then to gaze at the sky, or yawn, or casually observe the contents of a store window, I sensed the need of a little excitement. So, continuing my journey down the avenue, I stopped for the fiftieth time before an expanse of plate glass, and stared at the gold letters on its glistening surface. I blinked my eyes and stared again ; this name was strangely familiar. Then an even more familiar voice assailed my unsuspect- ing ear — Rustle me a double chocolate shorty, Dad, heavy on the pecans, and make it snappy — I got a date with the Queen !” By this time I was begin- ning to get interested. This place must be “The Sugar Bowl” and persons within none other than Dad, its pro- THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 6 prietor, and Harold Teen. Perhaps some of the other boys were there, too: Beezie, Horace, Goofy — and oil ! Where was Leapin’ Lena? I cast a glance toward the curb, and voila, there was ‘‘The Tin You Love to Touch” in all her glory. That settled the matter. Here was iny opportunity for adven- ture and no mistake, so with my very best manner I advanced toward the door. One moment I paused on the threshold, resolving to give Mr. Teen and his friends “the knockout” and to at least find out the taste and appear- ance of a double chocolate shorty with pecans. The next moment I was half way across the floor to the coun- ter, and was undergoing the worse stare I ever hope to receive. Harold paused, his first spoonful in mid air. Dad almost stropped the glass he was wiping. Goofy blinked, and grinned, and winked. However, I gave my order quite casually, though my heart was pounding in an all too annoying manner. Then I smiled sweetly at the boys and sat down at the nearest table — to look them over. They looked perfectly familiar. 1 felt as if I had known them all my life, as indeed I had since I was old enough to read. Harold was attired in the jazziest sweater I have yet to see. His hair was a remarkably fine ad- vertisement for Slikum. His trousers were the last word. As for Goofv, he seconded the motion by a dazzling green tie and an equally dazzling smile. (Goofy’s smile is about all there is to him.) While 1 conducted this heavy re- search work, Dad appeared with my sundae. For a moment I forgot my- self in a preoccupied interest in its con- sistency: a double amount of chocolate ice cream covered with chocolate syrup, whipped cream and pecans with a lone cherry to crown the whole. I had to hand it to the Sheik; his taste was good at least. When I glanced toward him again, his portion of bliss was nearly finished. So, drawing a long breath, I looked straight at Harold Teen (himself) and said, “It’s good, isn’t it?” I had been well aware that I had created an impression, hut I was not prepared for the astounding result of this slight remark. Harold blushed to the roots of his hair, gulped, almost choked on a pecan, and finally man aged, “Er-yes-yes, Miss — ” “Miss Knix,” I supplied. “Don’t you know me, Harold?” Here Goofy broke in, “You bet lie doesn’t and I don’t mean mebbe !” “Can it, kid !” Harold replied sav- agely. lie was beginning to be him- self. Then to me — “Of course, Miss Knix, now I remember you. But-er- 1 don ' t remember your real — I mean, first name. Was it ?” “No, it wasn’t Lillums anyway, Har- old. It happens to be Mabel. They wrote the song for me, you know,” I said quite glibly, but all the time my jeye was on Goofy. He didn’t look exactly satisfied with the situation. His happy smile had faded and the dark thunder clouds were hovering around his brow. “Do you know, Miss Ivnix, the min- ute 1 saw you, I says ” began Harold, when Goofy broke in. “Boy friend, I bet you two bits Mabel doesn’t care anything about what you said. I bet she’d care more about a l’il ride around town ” “In Leapin’ Lena?” I inquired eag- erly. “Oh, Goofy, would you?” “Sure thing. She’s right out here now.” Harold now began to show signs of rising anger, but finding lie had to choose between staying behind and go- ing with us to make a third party, he took the more promising of the two evils and fell into step behind Goofy and me. He had forgotten all about his heavy date with Lillums. We all piled into the front seat through the employees entrance. Goofy, at the wheel, had to coax Lena a bit, but she soon decided to wake up and her violent “chug-chug-chug,” combined with her shaking, rattling, and rolling was enough to wake the dead. Harold was inclined to apologize, but Goofy silenced him with a “She ' s all right, the world’s wrong.” THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION We scuttled up the avenue leaving little clouds of dust and gasoline smoke i,n our wake. On the next corner we passed “The Pink Parrot Tea Room ' ’ and a few blocks farther up, the High School. Then, turning off onto a side street we became lost in the intri- cacies of “the residential section.” When the boys stopped talking and pointing and waving their arms for lack of breath, I took up the thread of I conversation. “You know, I’m tickled to death to have seen you boys again,” I began, “and it’s just great of you to take me around. I wonder if you know Andy Gump and Min, and can you show me where the poor Widow Zan- der lives? And, oh yes! where is Gas- oline Alley? And don’t Maggie and Jiggs live around here somewhere?” Goofy laughed. “You bet your sweet life ! But f ' evvins sake, how do you happen to know them all? I don ' t myself !” “Oh, I see them every day,” I said easily, “the same as I see you.” “What!” gasped Harold while Leap- in’ Lena expressed her owner ' s senti- ments in an explosive cough of incred- ulity. “What?” “Why, of course,” I had to explain, “Every day in the paper !” “Oh, that!” said Goofy. “I’m al- ways forgetting that half the people in this great and glorious country of ours know all my pet expressions ” “And all my family rows !” inter- rupted Harold. “ And every time I have a tiff with my sugar mamma,” went on, Goofy, coolly, adding, “By the way, Sheik, isn’t that your sweet Sheba across the street?” As he spoke he gave Lena a little more gas, so I just had a glimpse of a slim, black-haired, pert-faced, short-skirted miss with a look of intense surprise and righteous indignation on her pretty features. 1 also heard a smothered exclamation from young Mr. Teen beside me: “Holy cats ! I forgot !” “Forgot Avhat, boy friend?” inquired Goofy with an annoying grin, his eyes on the road ahead. “My date — er — er — nothing !” And so, after an uncomfortable si- lence, I suggested we go back to “The Sugar Bowl,” and after effusive fare- wells and promises to come again, I started home. I had found my adven- ture. Ruth E. Hopkins, ’26. RULES AND REGULATIONS FOR SOPHOMORES 1. Always speak deferentially (if you know what that is) to seniors and juniors. The juniors don’t matter so much but be sure you are always good when seniors are around. 2. Do not chew gum, eat candy, or throw spitballs in class, the mentioned habits being characteristic of imbeciles and we are fervently hoping that you will be at least morons or better. 3. Do not go to the library for study periods. The seniors find it so annoying to have a group of little tots disturbing them while they peruse Pop- ular Science, Scientific American, the Open Road and other intellectual stimulants. 4. Dpn ' t indulge in all-day suck- ers in, by, at, or near the school. They are not used by children your age. 5. Keep in single file. Our corri- dors are too nice to be cluttered up with groups of wandering sophomores. 6. In assemblies let the seniors pass out first. They hate to have to climb over, or scramble through a mob of children. 7. Last, but not least, support school activities. Your money is as good as anybody’s even though you are the bottom layer of the school. George Lawson, ’26. TRAFFIC COPS I live on a side street. Now, that may not mean much to you, but if you have lived on this particular kind of side street, it will mean a great deal. The street is well paved, but not a through street, so there is not much traffic. There are a few vacant lots where the children like to play ball. In one of these lots there is a large hole, where the dirt has been carried 8 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION away, and this makes an ideal place to play “pirates.” On one side of onr house there is a large, smooth lawn where the chil- dren love to gather to play croquet. Each child has certain rules for the game, so there is much quarreling and hollering and anything but a quiet time. On the other side of the house there is a wide concrete driveway, and this is filled with heavy traffic nearly every afternoon, always on Saturdays; for every child in the neighborhood, from three years old to fifteen, comes here to play and each one brings something that “goes;” scooters, tricycles, bicy- cles, carts, and kiddie cars. Now, of course, with so many vehi- cles, someone is needed to regulate the traffic, so “Joe” or “Sister” or “Kichy” volunteer to be “traffic cop.” In the middle of the street, just opposite our driveway, the “cop” takes his stand and directs the unruly crowd. He makes the “motorists” keep to the right, and if he catches anyone speed- ing, he puts them “in jail.” The “jail” is a little tool house in our back yard and is very handy for “locking up” law breakers. I remember how scared I used to be when I was put in “jail.” I was afraid that my playmates might go off and leave me alone to, perhaps, die ! But my fears were always calmed, for either my jailers grew tired of hearing my screams, or I succeeded in pushing open the door. What a time we used to have if a prisoner escaped ! The whole “police force” would set out in pursuit of him and, when caught, the culprit would have to be locked up again and guarded more closely. From year to year the children of the neighborhood come here to play the ever-popular game of “traffic cop.” I fear that some of the boys will never outgrow the game. Very often when I look out the window, I can see a tall, thin boy or a short, fat one taking their turns at directing traffic. I don’t know that children in other neighborhoods play this game, but it seems to be an institution here. Rachel Crosby, ’ 26 . THE SEA I. It ' s sometimes light and bright and gay And its color turquoise blue; And in its waves the sunbeams play ' Till it looks like diamond dew. II. Sometimes it ' s dark and grey and cold. When a storm comes over the deep; Then the waves are high and the surf is bold, And the rollers roar and leap. III. But after the storm, when the night is there, And the moon sails up toward the west ; Its calm is crowned by a halo rare, A reflection on each wave’s crest. — Elizabeth Mullen. REMINISCENCES Into the life of every boy, whether he is a “sissy” or a “mucker,” there comes a time when the spirit of adven- ture grips him and carries him away on the wings of a fantastic dream, stimulated by a childish imagination, which leaves him altogether too soon. No boy has passed through that event- ful stage of childhood that covers the years intervening between eight and fourteen, without having belonged to a secret band of desperadoes; or without having built a raft, and paddled around a pond with the enjoyment of a Ma- gellan, or a Sir Francis Drake. Oh, to live again those days of childish in- nocence, unaware of t he more fateful paths of life : to fish and swim without a care, and experience the thrill of be- ing whipped for a torn stocking or a late home coming. School was a prison then ! Now it is an asylum (a retreat). No longer can we be whipped for get- ting our feet wet, for we are now men (we think we are) ! We have put away childish things, and childish thoughts. Some of my antics will remain vivid in my memory forever. There, at least, are some memories that may be cherished without a pang of re- morse, for most of our vivid memories THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION are unpleasant. Throughout these mem- oirs my boy friend will be identified by the name of “He.” He lived too far away to make a trolley messenger possible, besides, our neighbors were none too amiable. This may be due to the fact that they owned beautiful strawberry patches. The fruit of these has very often hit me in the eye as I knelt with He in the dark- ness of the patch, blindly feeling for the i ripe ones. Occasionally we found a I bad strawberry, which usually travelled through the air until it connected with the spot mentioned. However, He had eyes, also. At any rate, we became too lazy to call for each other, so a method was devised to overcome this object in our juvenile world. Necessity being the mother of invention, we decided to sig- nal each other with little flags which we hung on small poles at our respec- tive houses. In a trunk in He’s cellar we found material for our flags, and began our leather saving scheme. Red meant, “I’m in;” blue, “I ' m out;” white, “I’m in, but can’t come out.” All went well until one day we forgot to change flags, and a tragedy nearly ensued. However, our friendship has not yet been shattered. We now turn to flashlight signaling, which, you will soon find out, nearly cost me my life. He and I spent al- most a whole afternoon in my cellar one winter’s day, beside the furnace, learning the Morse Code. Occasionally I slipped upstairs to steal some re- freshments to relieve the strain of study. Finally we decided that we had learned the signals and He started for home. Eight o’clock was the hour set for our trial, and I was to begin. Eight o’clock, and all was well. The wind blew east, and it blew snow into my face as I leaned out to begin my test. I thought I would begin it dram- atically, so I called ne a name, with my light. As far as He was concerned I might have been in China, for he couldn’t understand it. Finally I be- gan to yell to him, and my voice shook the neighborhood. When He joined in it sounded like a Tong war. Our !1 yells would have made Paul Revere’s sound like whispers. Here, however, my fun came to a close, with the win- dow; on the arrival of my mother. How long He yelled to me 1 don’t care, for I had other worries. After that He and I saw each other only a few times for months. Pneumonia set in, and I was laid up for a period that seemed a year. These are but a few of my childish joys. These acts, although I didn’t think of it then, were building, for me, a character; as for reputation — well, what is a reputation, anyway? SCHOOL SPIRIT Let us put into action school spirit as an important factor in our school life, not only in our studies, but also in our social life. Loyalty to our school, to the principles which it rep- resents, to our teachers, and to our- selves, will create a new spirit of suc- cess. Let me ask the question, “Are you a knocker or a booster?” A “knocker” is one who is always showing up the faults of the school but who offers no remedy. A “booster” is one who en- courages a certain work, and who does his bit to help the cause. As it is the aim of the editors of The Clarion, and surely the desire of all pupils, to have our school paper on as high a plane as possible, nothing but the cream of the contributions re- ceived can be put before the public. Let us, then, one and all, be boosters of The Clarion, of Athletics, of the Student Council, of any worth while organization or idea. Eventually, every student will realize that “school spirit” will last long after school days are over — why not now? Clarence Alexander, ’ 28 . ASSEMBLIES The Composite Opinion of a Senior English Class Tradition has ruled and custom de- creed that, in the Arlington High School, assemblies be considered the bugbear of the Senior Class. Perhaps this is true for they certainly do pre- Ill THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION sent Fate with a most favorable op- portunity to give said Seniors a chance to display their cleverness and then, very unkindly, to show them that they are not as clever as they thought. And it is not at all, when once you have created the impression of lofty superi- ority and high mindedness, to wreck it through your own efforts. Yet, how can we admit this? We must say with dignity, as becomes us, “Assemblies are the means of display- ing to tin undergraduates — you, my young Junior, and you, little Sopho- more — the oratorical powers of us, the mighty Senior class. We are the source of all Law and Knowledge to you un- informed children. You must rid your- selves of the idea that assemblies are really for the express purpose of allow- ing you to catch up with your home- work or to finish your morning’s nap. You must be attentive: listen carefully, clap conscientiously, and remember that he who laughs last, laughs best. Some day you, too, will be in our place !” Assemblies might very well be com- pared with that old fajshioned rem- edy, sulphur and molasses: exceedingly unpleasant, but highly beneficial. For in spite of our antipathy, we have to admit that public speaking gives us valuable experience that will be a help to us in later life. Nevertheless, priv- ately, every Senior who has ever stood on the A. H. S. platform, and looked into a sea of faces, friendly, unfriendly, amused, bored, or actually interested, has rebelled against the day that in- corporated Tuesday morning assem- blies into the school program. Ruth E. Hopkins, ’2(1. Wflriru From the earliest times poetry has been looked upon as an art, and the man inspired by the Muse has been rev- erenced no less than his music. Of course, every land and age has its Peter Bells — literal, stolid souls who never thrill to set “a primrose by the river ' s brim,” but most people, al- though somewhat Peter-Bellish, can find in poetry thoughts and feelings that have, perhaps, been undeveloped or surpressed in them. Emerson says, “If the imagination intoxicates the poet it is not inactive in other men. The metamorphosis excites in the be- holder an emotion of joy.” So let us try to appreciate! the thought and mood in which these poems for The Clarion were written. Louise Bradley, Poetry Editor. PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE I. Where is the Past? The Past is no more. With a faint smile on her lips She stands in the shadow And mocks, or beckons, or reproves us, But she has slipped over the sunset Into the land of memory. IT. The Present is here. Stern-lipped, the fire of ambition in her eyes, She invokes us to Duty. She stands in the noon sun — High noon and opportunity; Quick! we must seize her! Swift! we must use her! Ere she is gone forever. III. The Future is to come. In a misty glow of anticipation; Rainbow colors and promise Sin stands calling — Calling us to the morrow: A new chance, new hope. She belongs to the Universe; In her is the world’s Faith. — Ruth E. Houkins, J 2fi. TRY — AND STUDY When the autumn skies are bluest And the trees are raining leaves — When your thoughts of books are fewest And fair dreams your memory weaves — Just try— and study! THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 11 When the colors are the gayest And when nature ' s at her bent — When your thoughts of school are grayest And you sadly need a rest — Just try — and study! When the autumn woods are calling And you ' d like to take a tramp — When the autumn rain is falling And your spirits, too. are damp — Just try — and study! When the autumn sun i- sinking And the sky is crimson-gold — When the autumn rar- are blinking And the hunter ' s moon gleams cold — Just try — and study! — Esther Alden, ' 20. A WINTER SUNRISE The icy trees like silver Cast silver shadows long. And silver hushes murmur A tinkling silver song. II. The ky is grey, hut -lowly. The darkness fade- to light. And streaks of gold and crimson Declare the end of night. III. The trees awaken gently And lift their frosty arms As the hushes softly carol Their early morning psalms. IV. Then o ' er the gll-r ' ning fro-t-mark There comes a glowing ray. And the sun, a fiery herald. Proclaims the birth of Dav. Alumni Antes We are glad to welcome back John Walsh. Janet Mac-Lean, Ruth Foley, and Doris Neill Monroe as Post Grad- uates. We are always glad to hear fr -rn our old friends and will publish in each issue of The Clarion the news we hear about them. Ruth Dugaan. Captain of la- year - field hockey and basket hall teams, is working in the office at Foster Broth- ers on Mill Street. While Marjorie Manning is becoming a Cicero ' ' at Emerson, Edith Johnson i- furthering her education at Mount Holyoke. Helen Stokes ha- gone way ou to Indiana to De Pauw University. Anna Hardy is at Bradford. Margaret Merrill is at the Leslie School in Cambridge. Fiona BraPhwai e and Jean King, both of the class of ' 24 and Post Grad- uates last year, are at Wellesley Col- lege. Sybil Olive, finding Sargent to© strenuous, decided to take up the more delicate subject of music. Edna Loa der is working at the Fed- eral Reserve Bank in Boston. Helen Norton is at Abbot Academy and Horace Go wan althought not a graduate. :- at Soifield Academy, Con- necticut. Alton Marsters. Pembroke Brown, and Warren Drouet are at Exeter Academy. -Al. has made the foot- ball team there, while his brother. • Lead. ' is playing football at Coburn Classical Institute. Waterville. Maine. Charlie Denton is at Georgetown University playing football with Bill Miller. Fi-h Harington and Ed. Lane are playing football together a. r Hebron Academy. Although Ed. i-n ' r a grad- uate of A. H. S.. we mention him be- cause most of us know him. Bradford Doty. Our Little Minis- ter. is digging ditche- for hD father. Donald Jones is at Bowdoin with his brother Jimmie. Frank Goodwin has a sweet job working for ti.e Bn r bank Candy Com- pany in Cambridge. Walter Dale is feeling very ambi- tious. He ' - g in g to Northeastern University and working, too. 12 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION FOOTBALL Football candidates were called out the first week of school with about forty aspirants reporting. The veterans from last year’s championship team were all in uniform, giving Coach Hen- ricus a strong nucleus about which an- other championship team could be cre- ated. This is being done from all in- dications. The curtain raiser was on Septem- ber twenty-sixth with Westboro High School as our guest. The guest was treated pretty badly to the tune of 25 to 12. Every man on the Arlington squad was given a chance to show bis prowess. This made thirty-two men representing the lied and. Gray. Thir- teen points were chalked up in the first six minutes of play and then an en- tirely new team was sent upon the field. Mahoney made two touchdowns while Keefe and McNamara accounted for the others. Hamm made the lone tally after a touchdown. Humphrey and Bullen scored for Westboro. On October third the team, followed by a loyal bunch of rooters, went to Everett and in a struggle which re- sembled a swimming meet, with mud substituted for water, played the strong city eleven to a nothing to nothing deadlock. The game was a punting duel all the way with Hamm and Canty doing their assignments wonder- fully. The whole team played a great game and received due notice in Bos- ton papers. October twelfth saw Arlngton beat Quincy 0 to t) before a huge crowd of spectators at Spy Pond Field. The score resulted from a beautiful pass from Canty to Hamm, who did a fine bit of broken field running before crossing the last white line. Our line outplayed the Quincy boys and only once was our goal threatened. This boosted Arlington football stock still higher among sport circles. The first Mystic Valley League game was on October seventeenth at Arling- ton; Wakefield furnishing the opposi- tion. Our boys promptly took the en- emy into camp with a 33 to 0 score. Arlington used substitutes freely dur- ing the afternoon. During the half John Buckley was accidentally injured and was taken to the Hospital. This catastrophe marred the afternoon for many, as the plucky athlete is well liked by every one. That Arlington will win the Mystic Vjalley League Championship is hot doubted. The team has showed supe- riority over Rindge, Cambridge Latin, and Somerville in scrimmages and bids fair to be among the best teams of the State. On October 24, our boys lost a hard fought battle to the superior Haverhill team after holding them scoreless for two periods. Arlington fought gal- lantly, but lost its defensive power in the early minutes of the second half. From then on Haverhill had its own way. Arlington ' s only score came when Captain Hamm intercepted a forward pass and raced fifty yards for a touch- down. The try for point that followed was unsuccessful; thus the final score was 20 to . The band and the cheer- ers pushed Arlington all the way, and kept faith until the shadows settled THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 13 down on the stadium and the final whistle was blown. This game, never- theless, was a moral, and financial vic- tory for the losers. WOBURN GAME On October 31s t another league game was played at Woburn. It was a slow game on a poor field, and the Arling- ton players did not show the playing that they are capable of. The ball was in the enemy’s territory all of the time and many of their punts were blocked by Red and Gray linesmen. Substitutions were frequent throughout the game which resulted in a 1!) to 0 victory for the champions. Only one try for point after touchdown was suc- cessful out of three attempts by our team. CROSS-COUNTRY The crosscountry team is in for another great season if everything holds true to form as it probably will. To the five veterans of last year ' s cham- pions, Captain Jerry O ' Neill, Cliff Mer- rill, Ros Eldridge, Del Everett, and E. Brown many new runners have been added, making a very formidable array of hill and dalers. Johnnie Walsh, last year’s captain, is taking a P. G. Course and is able to work out with the team and run in some races. The annual race with St. John’s Prep, on October ninth, was postponed until November, thus making the first race come with the Uarvard Freshmen on October sixteenth. The yearlings were decisively defeated by the Arlington runners. Ros Eldridge breasted the tape a short distance ahead of Johnnie Kelley. Flaheman, Harvard ’20, was third; Johnnie Walsh, fourth; Wilde (H. ’29), fifth; Merrill, sixth; James Kelley, seventh; Smith (II. ’29), eighth, and Troy, ninth. The score in favor ■of Arlington was : A. II. S. 18, Harvard ’29, 39. On October 21th the cross-country team defeated the Tech freshman team over the Arlington course. A thrilling race for first place honors was fought aljl the way betlween McClintock of Tech ’29 and Eldridge of Arlngton. The Tech captain just nosed out El- dridge by a yard, lowering the record time of the course by 18 seconds. The score of the race was Arlington 22, Tech ’29, 45. The runners finished in the following order: — McKlintock (Tech), 1; Eldrdge (Arl.), 2; John Kelley (Arl.), 3; Payson (Tech), 4; Wood (Arl.), 5; Everett (Arl.), (i ; Hil- liard (Arl.), 7; O’Neill (Arl.), 8; Mer- rill (Arl.), !); Kelley (Arl.), 10; Worthan (Tech), 11; O ' Keefe (Arl.), 12; Burgess (Tech), 13; Troy (Arl.), 14; Brown (Arl.), 15. Time, 14.37. WOBURN RACE The Woburn Harriers raced at Ar- lington on October 26th. There was nothing to it for the Arlington runners, seven of which finished abreast for first place. Woburn’s first runner fin- ished in ninth place. The seven men tied for first were Captain O’Neill, Mer- rill, Hilliard, Wood, Eldridge, Everett, and Kelley. Woburn ' s first man to finish was Nelson. GIRLS’ FIELD HOCKEY For several years, Arlingt on has had one of the best, if not the best, Girls’ Field Hockey team in Greater Boston. This is not a mere boast but an abso- lute fact. Don’t you recall that the team of ’23 defeated Winthrop, the champions of the Northern Division League, for the championship of the Greater Boston League; and last year, that the girls again as victors of the Southern Division League, clashed with our old rivals, Melrose, in a thrilling game that ended in a 1 to 1 tie which, on account of bad weather was never played off? This year — well, time will tell ! The one thought that comes to mind when considering these past successes is, who deserves the credit? Of course, the girls worked hard and deserved much praise, but the one who was, in a large part, responsible for the skill and dexterity of each play was and is our very efficient coach, Miss Catherine McCarthy. So far, this year’s team, captained by Helen Lane and managed by Dor- 14 THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION othy Jones, has done famously. Because of bad weather, a practice game with Concord was postponed, so the first conflict was fought with Lexington, one of the league, on October 6, on Spy Pond Field. Lexington offered plenty of opposition, but Arlington came through victorious after breaking a tie in the last period for a score of 3 to 2. The summary: Arlington Lex in g t o n Eld ridge, Corcoran . . l.w. . . Swift . . . l.i.. . Foley Smith . . . c-.f. . . Famolari . . Whittier Corcoran, Crosby. . . . r.w.. . . . . Sumner Waite . . . l.li.b. . . , . . . McKay Lane . . . c.h.h. . . Jones . . . r.li.b.. . Walker . l.f.b. . . Ch’mb’rl’n , Johnson . r.f.b. . . . . Terhune Gamage . O’ Score : Arlington 3, Lexington 2. Goals made by Smith 3, Nicci, and Wilson. October 15 was the day of our next game on Spy Pond Field with Ded- ham, another of the league. There was a decided improvement in the playing of our team over that with Lexington ; every player worked hard and well and made very few errors. It was another of those trying tie affairs for awhile, but, after some exciting playing, we came out on top with the score 2 to 1. The summary Arlington Dedham Corcoran l.w. , Swift, Turner . . l.i.. Smith c.f. Famolari Piotti Crosbv Waite l.li.b.. Lane . . . .c.h.h. J ones r.li.b.. Walker l.f.b.. Johnson Gamage O’ .McCartney Score: Arlington 2, Dedham 1. Goals made by Smith 2, Gibb 1. iExdpngTH “ Blame where you must , he candid when you can, And be each critic the Hood Natured Man.” — Goldsmith. You readers of The Clarion, don’t forget the Exchange department ! It has its purpose — that of telling you what other schools say about our paper and of giving us the opportunity, in turn, to comment on their publications. We all like praise, we all should be grateful for kindly and constructive criticism, so, in reading The Clarion, don’t omit entirely the column headed Exchanges. It’s there for a reason. The Clarion is pleased to receive and comment on the following: The Senior Flicker, Gloucester High School. Your senior paper is just fine. We wish especially to commend your ‘‘As You Were” and “As You Will Be” pages; they were quite un- ique. Your Poetry Column is also good. The Recorder, Winchester High School. Your Senior issue was very complete in its summary of the history of the class of ’25, hut where were the personal Class Notes? Was everyone so serious at graduation time, that they were forgotten ? The Gardner Argus. A very com- plete and interesting Senior issue, not forgetting your extensive Exchange De- partment and the Club Notes. The Somerville Radiator Year Book. Here is a tine magazine, interesting all the way through. Your summaries, photographs, cartoons, in short, every- thing, deserve only ’commendation. Your school is certainly to be congrat- ulated. ( Exchanges coi ge 10) THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 15 Coach Henrieus: “We’re going to start on the dummy in a minute; where’s Pierce?” Bright Soph : “Oh, yes, I got a letter for basket-ball down in Junior High.” Still Blighter: “Really. Weren’t they nice; who wrote it?” Helen: “Did you hear what is all over the school?” Dot: “No, what is it?” Helen : “Why, the roof, of course.” Only One at a Time Marshall Bacon, directing traffic outside of the office, saw coming to- wards him a group of students. The idea of some one deliberately walking double tile. So, Bacon, in a stern voice, “Single file, please,” And then he recognized them (him). “Oh, ex- cuse me, Dale.” Teacher: “What happened to you last period, Willie?” Willie: “I fell.” Teacher: “Where?” Willie: “Asleep.” Caniff: “Do you know Gaskill is go- ing to be a great wit some day.” Roberts: “Yes, he’s a half wit al- ready.” F. Rosenberger: “What are those words, White Wings?” Miss Sydnor: “Yes, something you will never get.” Rosenberger: “Well, I won’t be lone- some !” Corcoran: “They’re having a circus.” Hamm: “Who?” Corcoran : “Barnum and Bailey.” We are thoroughly convinced that the writers of the following songs spent some time in A. H. S. : All Alone — Teacher in R. 14 at 1.03. Driftwood — Sophomores’ heads. That Red-Head Gal— Dot MacDon- ald. Pal of My Cradle Days — Senior voices. How Come You Do Me Like You Do? — said Quincy at the Football game. The Only Only One — Deficiency Slip (?) Polly of Hollywood— Clarice Mac- Neil. Save Your Sorrow — Until you get your next report card. Collegiate — G. Winn, R. Goodale. I Ain’t Got No Money — Everyone at lunch. Oh, How I Miss You Tonight — Home- work during vacation. THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION 16 Sophomore coming into R. 31 late. Mr. Boynton: ‘‘Who kept you?” Soph. : “Gym.” The Arlington rooters were not the only ones who were cheering for our team to win at the Quincy High Game. We were represented by two dogs who were barking joyously when Hamm caught Canty’s forward and made the score that won the game. His Meal Ticket Mr. Henricus must have been pre- paring for a rainy day when he selected his assistants. He has that good old Boston plate, coffee (Mr. Coffey) and beans, (Mr. Bean). In fact, he has a coffee plantation. Last year we had the bean and this year comes the coffee. When a football player is hurt, Mr. Coffey rushes on the held to serve re- freshments. We like Bobby Goodale in his striped suit, but how did lie escape? But on with the dance; let youth have its fling. The two Ima Brothers, Ima Goop and Ima Nut were with us at The Clarion Assembly, and signed slips for a sub- scription, but since then we have not been able to locate them. Among The Clarion subscriptions we received was a subscription for the Jewish World from a certain Tom Kenny, 150 Memorial Drive, Care of Cuckoo Mike, R. 48. The best we can do for him is to send him a copy of this publication and let him read it backwards. Something in His Pocket Latest statistics show that Swadkins has gained a pound and a half and has grown two inches taller during the last year. Keep it up, Swadkins. Fair Play Why not have a teachers’ assembly for a change and give the Seniors a rest ? S erious E nergetic N otable I ntelligent O riginal R emarkable S ensible I). Blevins: “How do you make saw- dust.” R. Crosby : “I don’t know.” I). Blevins: “Come on, use your head, now.” Mr. Stickney’s Law Conferences are getting popular by the applications for reserved seats that are coining in daily. Miss Sydnor: “Your voice is too deep.” Celia Scammon : I know it.” Miss Sydnor: “Then practice this every day, Me ow, Me ow. ( Continued from page 14) The Haverhill Chronicle. You have a very newsy little newspaper, but where is your Literary Department? The M. It. S. Review, Medford. Your stories are very good and your Alumni and Exchange Departments well ed- ited. The Everett Broadcast. As a school newspaper, yours would be hard to surpass. We were interested in the recent article on “Loyalty.” The Punch Harder , Andover. We are glad to hear from you again. Your Literary Department still “makes” your paper. How about some real Class Notes? The Wampatuck, Braintree. A very complete and well edited paper, though your cuts could be improved. Your language departments are most inter- esting. The Bowdoin College Orient. You seem to have a well arranged college newspaper. Do you ever publish stor- ies or poems by the students?