Cambridge Latin High School - Review Yearbook (Cambridge, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 32 of the 1939 volume:

1' Uhr Glamhrihgr '-iKvuivm M. SCH QNX 0149 I 4Y'ASsounN'S CAMBRIDGE HIGH AND LATIN SCHOOL CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS NOVEMBER, 1939 VOLUME 54 NUMBER 1 O Tl C C Tl. L S In Memoriam .... ............................. . . 2 Editorials .............................. ,, 5 Swimming and Sunbusking ..... ,, 4 In a Church ....................... ., 4 The Exile ....... H 4 Stained Glass .... ,, 5 Charles River ...... ,, 5 Silent Servants ..... .. ,, 6 Music Pictures ............................................. .. 7 The Twentieth Century Abraham Lincoln ..... .. 7 Suzanne, Czarina ......................................... .. 8 Mars and Music ..... 1, 9 Wisliing ........... U 9 Jane Wfithers ...... N 10 Pep Talk ...... H 10 Class Notes ..... N 11 The Spotlite ....., H 12 Football ........ H 14 Sports ......,... N 16 Honor Rolls ............................, ., 20 How Vfas Your Vacation? ...... ,A 20 Stamping Ground ................ U 21 Club Notes .....................,,........................................... 22 Published five times a year: November, December, February, April, and June. Terms: 75 cents per ycarg 20 cents a single copy. Entered as second-class matter at the postoflice at Boston, Mass., under the Act of March 3, 1879. , 7 ff.. E. f ,ur-A ff! ' - ' .. so Scnou. l .L :le 'The flieview ,Staff Faculty Adrixen LIISS ALICE KELLEY, Literary LTR. JEROME HIGGINS, Bluirlelr MR. JOSEPH SANTORO, Aff Editor PAUL RICHARDS Asxillam Editor CRAIG WILLIAMS Lilemry Slay BERTHA HUMEZ JUNE JACKSON JAMES LAWLOR MARGARET MILLER LENA SMERLAS EOS SPIROPOULOS Burineir Ma nager NELSON XVALDMAN Arrirlarar Burinerr Manager SYLVIA I-IURXVITZ Advertixing Manager WALTER GARLAND A!i!'PffiJiHg Slay FLORENCE BATCHER MARIE FLYNN PHYLLIS GILMAN CLAIRE NUGENT Spvflife WINFIELD HOLLAND WILLIAM STENZEL G. A. A. Nolex MIRIAM HARNEY K. B. Noief ROSE O'ROURKE Dfdfllflif Club JOSEPH CONNELLY Debaling Nate: MARJORIE FITCH Chen Club CYRON BARBER Azblerirr FRANCIS GRANDE WINN HOLLAND JOE KELLEY Art RAYMOND FITZGERALD RICHARD FRENIERE BERTHA PILKINS Typirlr HELEN FITZGERALD CONSTANCE PETROPOULOS RUTH M-ULLER HELEN SHEA JOSEPH SILVEIRA BEATRICE XVEISMAN LJ. -L-L-LJ. 2 The Cambridge Zin allrmnrirrm MR. BLISS CHESTER M. BLISS came to the Cambridge English High School in 1907. In 1910, that school was united with the Cambridge Latin School to form the Cambridge High and Latin School. Mr. Bliss was in his thirty-third year of continu- ous service when he left us. For many years his work was in the class room and that work was effective, sympathetic, and schol- arly. He possessed to a marked degree certain qualities that are fundamental to good teaching - a genuine interest in and liking for young people, a fine appreciation of scholarship, a willingness to give very freely of time and energy. Mr. Bliss could not do careless work. He was his own sever- est critic and nothing less than his best could pass that critic. His students will remember his kindlinesses when they discussed with him their problems. He left us in the prime of his service and yet the total of his accomplishment was large. We shall remember him as a man of high ideals, fine scholarship, and devoted interest in young people who gave over thirty years of his life to the school he loved. . . . LESLIE L. CLEVELAND. ITH the death of Chester M. Bliss in Octo- Wber, our school suffered a heavy loss. Anyone who has come in contact with his kindly personality must mourn his death as that of a dear friend. A graduate of Amherst with A.B. and A.M. degrees to his credit, he came to Cambridge in 1907, and ever since has worked unceasingly for the good of the school and its students. As a teacher he was very versatile, running the gamut of studies from Latin to History, guiding the Chess Team to its present high status, and attaining the office of As- sistant Headmaster. Not only these accomplish- ments, but also his great gift of befriending every- one around him, endeared Mr. Bliss to all who knew him. A MISS HARDY N O one was more devoted to the school than Miss Georgia Hardy. She loved teaching so much that even her death did not halt her good work. Her spirit carries on in the Georgia Hardy Spelling Prize for the best Senior speller in the Com- mercial Department. Miss Hardy taught here since 1922, when she came here from private teaching, and was. always admired for her work with Com- mercial students. Her death was a really great loss to the school and to her students, all of whom respected .her highly. . , Review 3 THE EDITORS EDITORIAL OON will come what all too many of us refer to as the next vacation. True, it is the next vacation, but as any child from the second grade up can tell you, it was originated for a very different purpose from simply giving us a timely holiday. As a matter of fact, Cambridge has always been most generous to us, giving us the days before and after Thanksgiving as well as the day itself, originally with the intention of allowing the teachers time to reach the back woods of Maine to visit their parents. If you are one of those who count the days before Christmas and the end of school,-and which of us is not? - you have something to be thankful for in the generosity of the vacation itself. But there are deeper things to Thanksgiving. You have doubtless heard time and again that every- one of us from the richest to the poorest has some- thing to be thankful for. As one person we know used to put it, we all can be thankful for health, for three meals a day, and for many other things so common in our lives that we seldom realize thev are there 3 there are many who do not have these things, yet I will wager that even these people- may well say they are thankful that things are no worse. Things are never so bad that they could not be a great deal worse. I suddenly realized we can be thankful that, des- pite the many wars that have broken out in various parts of the world, as yet there is no chance that the United States will have to sign another armis- tice. If you have been reading the magazines lately, you know that as soon as we are eighteen, the army has a job waiting for us if necessary, and we will be over there pumping cartridges and 'dodging bullets sooner than has hitherto been possible. I imagine there are few of us who are not thankful that that hasn't yet happened. EMBERS of the class of 1943, we give you greeting and a cordial welcome to the Cam- bridge High and Latin School. You are entering into a fine and honorable heritage but with that privilege you must assume the responsibilities also. See that you do your part toward preserving the century old traditions of your school --traditions of integrity, honest effort, and fair play. How can you do this? By being honest to yourself, you will be loyal to your school. Once more--welcome-and may you enjoy four happy and successful years. L. L. CLEVELAND. Il T'S your magazine, not ours. Doubtless more editorials and campaign speeches have been made on this subject than on any other, yet, unless human nature has suddenly changed, the effect of such appeals is seldom great. We are all inclined to say, Yes, I suppose so, but after all, I am ter- ribly busy. Besides, there are a great many people who can do much better than I. They are the ones you need. Letting the other fellow do it is cer- tainly very popular with us, and it is natural. We all have, in the moral sense, that quality which the physicist calls inertia. In other words, it takes in- finitely more pushing to get us started than it after- wards does to keep us going. However, if we real- ize that we are letting this inertia get the better of us, we have ourselves half started already. After all, we needn't be literary geniuses to be of help to the REVIEW. True, the literary department can always use more contributions, for then it is pos- sible, by wise choice, to include not only good work, but a variety of subjects as well. There are, how- ever, other departments which need a great deal of hard work and help from you, the person reading these words right now. For instance, how often have you read a really funny joke in the REVIEW? Not casting any asper- sions on former staffs, I can safely say that there have been very, few - so few, in fact, that we seriously considered omitting the jokes entirely, but that didn't seem quite right. That is just one ex- ample, and one that ought to keep a good many people busy, it isn't easy to gather together a col- lection of genuinely amusing jokes. If you don't agree with me, try it yourself -- and hand the re- sults in to us. . Don't think that you haven't the abiltiy to help usg all you need is a little ambition and the perse- verance to follow up your ideas. By the,way, there is more to that quality 'of inertia, as any physics student will tell you, once we are going steadily forward, it takes a great deal to 'stop.us.' .- -. if Y 4 The Cambridge SWIMMING AND SUNBASKING IT is a sweltering ,summer day in the middle of July. I am gingerly dipping my big toe in the tiny, little waves which are playing tag with the soft ,velvety sands of the beach. I discover the water to be deliciously cool, and I bravely take three steps in. What a shock! The waves foam about my ankles, numbing them with icy precision, my whole body trembles like a bowl of jack Benny's jello. Back to the shelter of the warm sands I rush. in order to recover. But soon those frothing waves, like the top of a vanilla ice cream soda, tempt me again. This time a deep determination to overcome these waters which seem to mock my fear, creeps over me. I take a deep breath, shut my eyes tightly, and run in with a great deal of splashing. The next thing I know, I am swimming about and be- ginning to like it. Yes, I believe I do. When, on returning several minutes later to my favorite spot on the sand, I meet some people shivering on the edge of the water, and debating as to whether they should go in or not, I smile at them with great superiority. Sissies, I say to myself. Now, having removed my cap, I stretch myself out in he sand, nature's softest mattress. Some people like to read on the seaside, I like to do just nothing. As the sun's rays take possession of me, and a lazy drowsiness creeps through me, I enter a region somewhere between Sleepland and Awake- land. It is the land of Day-dreams. First, I see a young woman who bears a striking resemblance to me, bowing and smiling on the stage of a famous theatre. The ovation she is receiving is deafening, the audience seems to have gone mad in order to express their appreciation. As I look more closely, I find it is really I. I have just fin- ished playing in Elizabeth the Queen at New York. But my fame does not end there. I am known all over the world, but am especially the toast of France, England, and America. King George and Queen Elizabeth ask for command performancesg the President and the First Lady invite me to the NVhite House, Hollywood begs me incessantly to sign a contractg the critics hail me as the second Sarah Bernhardt. Thus I leave the great actress at the peak of her success ,and continue my journey through the land of Day-dreams. I come upon a dilapidated build- ing in the midst of a deserted forest. As I enter it quietly, I find it to contain a large laboratory. Working diligently with a test tube and a collection of bottles is a woman. Yes ,it is I. I have devoted my life to discover a cure for tuberculosis. Against innumerable odds I struggle year after year, there, alone in the woods. At last, at a ripe old age, after many heart-breaking defeats, I find the cure. I die. happy in knowing that I have done something to lighten human suffering. I am also out of my Day-dreamland now, but before I leave, there is someone I must meet. It is Prince Charming. What girl does not dream of him! So, Prince Charming, a blend of Robert Tay- lor, Clark Gable, and Rudolph Valentino, riding his handsome white horse, comes to meet me on ,the last lap of my journey. But something is hap- pening, he is growing dimmer. Suddenly, shouts and laughter announce the arrival of my friends on the beach ,and somewhat reluctantly, I leave the land of Dreams to join them. Eos SP1noPoULos, '40, IN A CHURCH THE sound of the twilight chimes drifted along the evening breeze, as I closed the doors of the little white church behind me. Far down the aisle, on the altar, among the lilies, gleamed the wavering light of the candles, while on either side of me, the tall carved pillars of the church stood like stately seraphim, guarding a sacred trust. Above my head, their flickering candles throwing strange shadows on the white-paneled walls, two great crystal chan- deliers sparkled in the half-light. Outside, the ringing of the bells ceased, and quiet, like a benediction, lay upon all, broken only by the scuffling of my feet. As I proceeded down the aisle, the soft notes of an organ began to fill the air, berathing out their message of beauty into the night. Finally, reaching my goal, I knelt and bent my head, while the music of the organ swelled to a Crescendo, thrilling and vibrating through the church. Then, as the sound of the organ faded into the shadows, I rose and returned to the door of the church. When I turned for one last look down the aus- tere, peaceful interior of this House of God, the words above the altar, lettered in gold met my eye, Mine eyes shall behold a bright land that is very far off. PHYLLIS GiLMAN, 141. THE EXILE . How often have I heard it sadly said, Oh, but to travel, but to see the world! - And angry, lonely, passionate, have hurled Back to the speakers: Travel? I have fed On that rich cake of travel,-and for bread, Good, wholesome, homely bread of family cheers, Have wept for very longing bitter tears, And wished, in my cold exile, to be dead! I am too old, too old now to go backg But in the life I thought would be so rich In learning and contentment, all I lack Of that one gift of all things greatest, which, Since I am old, I long forg simply this, My home, my garden, and my mother's kiss! BERTHA HUMEZ, '4O. u 'Review 5 STAINED GLASS IN the Cathedral of Notre Dame de Chartres are the most beautiful stained glass windows that I have ever seen. I have seen stained glass windows in many churches, even those in the Sainte Chapelle which are said to be some of the most beautiful. Those in Chartres appealed to me most. I re- member them especially clearly from the first time that I ever visited the cathedral. It was a hot, sunny day when I entered the quiet, cool, and peaceful semi-darkness. On the floor before me were the patches of blue light made by the sun, shining through the great windows high above. The windows in this cathedral are especially re- markable because of the predominance of blue in them. This is not a bright purple or a light blue but a deep, rich, medium color. The red stands out in sharp contrast. The scarcity of the other colors gives a very imposing effect. Yet one does not tire of the blue. The atmosphere of Notre Dame de Chartres is much more calming and restful than that of any other cathedral. I am sure that the blue windows make this difference. . The windows are made up of many little pic- tures and scenes, forming together one design. Each window is entirely different from the rest. There may be a series of large circles with separate little scenes around these. Or the design may be in the form of a number of diamonds, placed one above the other. Or one may be composed of only small, equal squares. Usually every window tells one story. Each small picture is a part not only of the design but also of the whole story. There are dozens of little figures in one window. Each is a work of art. The most beautiful window of them all is the great rose. It appears to be made up of jewels, of the most equisite coloring, especially blue, set into the deep blackness of the wall. These different parts, which are circles of different sizes, join to form one unit, a rose window, so beautiful that I cannot describe it. These windows are, justly, one of the greatest treasures of France. Eva HEGEIVIANN, '40. CHARLES RIVER LITTLE child, just like the numerous other A children in the classroom, stared gloomily through the window and then with a deep sigh turned her rebellious brown eyes back to the messy sheet of paper on which she was painfully drawing a crooked, black line. 'Twas torture to watch her work, her lips so compressed, a deep pucker on her usually smooth brow as she slowly printed the let- ters Charles River by the side of the crooked black line. Not a thought had ever come to that child that she would sometime see that line in reality and that it would not seem so crooked then. . 'Twas a cool autumn evening when I left the house and made my way briskly through the crowded, noisy streets, through the unpleasant pressing atmosphere towards the grassy banks of the Charles River. What a change, a pleasant change one can get by taking a few steps forward! There, before me, as I stood by an old green bench, I saw the shiny waters of the Charles River in all their glory, peaceful and undisturbed by the tooting horns of the motor cars and the low rumbling of the tram-car wheels, as if they wished to get out quickly from this place, grumbling in their annoy- ance for the delay. What beautiful reflections on the other side of the river where the smoky factory buildings stand! They are so different in the eve- nings with only dark distant outlines forming their structure and their windows softly lighted, like some pearls that dimly shine from under the dark folds of some dowager's velvet dress. Such nu- merous colors are reflected in the tranquil waters, mingling with the bright lights of the street lamps, black, yellow, red - and somewhere -- peeping through some dark corner is a delicate tint of blue -or dark green. The numerous lights of the cars as they speed swiftly along the busy banks opposite me seem like daring torches. As I look at their bright reflections in the Charles, it somehow carries me back into the sombre past - perhaps one thousand years before Christ first saw light on earth. Indeed, as l watched, it appeared as if a long procession was passing by, somehow the thought of Druids comes to my mind, as I see their far-off torches burning brightly on the solitude of the night. The moon seems to look upon it coldly. It stays in one place, partly silver and partly gold. I do not see its reflection in the river, nor that of the single star that twinkles merrily in the measureless sky, distant and serene like a tiny jewel on a velvet cushion. Farther off, I can see the dark outline of a man as he gazes musingly at the river. I wonder what his thoughts are . . . Is he seeing the luring beauty of the Charles or are his thoughts sad and dark? 6 The Cambridge I think that his thoughts are gloomy for he turns abruptly from the banks. As he passes by me, I see an angry face, half-hidden by a turned up collar, turn towards me - gleaming with hatred and despair. Why does he look like that? What have I done - or the river . . . I start and wonder but he is gone, leaving behind the still and calm Charles River. As I sit on the broken bench and look at the Charles between half-closed eyelids, I think of many things - mixed thoughts in my head that I under- stand but can't convey into words, How the river changes in its shape! Perhaps it's just my imagina- tion that when I look at the buildings, with their lighted windows, the street lamps with their bril- liant flames, and the colorful reflections, they appear to me as just the center ornament of the limitless grey sky and the soft, grey waters of the Charles that join together and form something measureless, unknown, and queer. Far away - somewhere - I hear a joyful and rather coarse shout that shakes me from my pleas- ant thoughts and makes me realize that I am not dreaming. Soon, clearly outlined against the grey, blinking waters are two long canoes, gliding stealth- ily on the peaceful river. Once more a shout is heard, this time louder and so harsh that even the mysterious Charles seems to protest, its waters ripple reproachfully - gently. One-two-atta boy- one, with equal strokes that splash in the deep waters the canoes glide on making a pleasant, rip- pling sound that soon grows softer as they vanish into the dark distance and finally die away. The Charles is quiet now and very peaceful. Everything is tranquil in me - even the shrill horns of the motorcars and the grumbling noise of the tram cars seem to have some sort of rhythm. It is getting late and the dusky red in the sky turns into a greyish colour slightly tinted with yellow. Another star, smaller and less bright than the first, has come out and peeks mysteriously from under its soft blanket casting a quiet reflection on the calm river. Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, the river seems to sense some disturbance as if some foreboding thought had passed through its vast mind. Its waters burst into many gentle ripples, so strange and disturbingg it becomes louder as the waves come nearer the shore - the reflected lights tremble slightly and in these golden lines I can see hundreds of little flares that sway together uickly and mer- rily, sometimes intermingling, anid at times sepa- rating for some distance. It is getting darker and the river reflects more lights. As I walk slowly along the little ath on the shore, I look back for just one last look at the luminous river, that dark, peaceful body of water that has given me a feeling of tran uility - and also of fear. I wonder why they called it Charles, those brave men that first settled on its shores? That delightful monarch of England was in no way like this moody river - nor was it like him. He probably was a tall, skinny man with a broken nose and a powdered moustache who thought of the river not as it is, but as a crooked black line - a small, black line slightly twisted in places like a wiggly caterpillarg scratched on some crumpled sheet of paper, its course directed by a child's un- willing hand - just as a caterpillar crawls slowly and painfully on a light, green mulberry leaf. That is what the Charles is in imagination. I'd rather see it like that, than in reality, on a cool evening in autumn when its waters ripple too gently to be com- forting, when its colour is too grey and powerful in its greynessg sinister in its tranquility and calm - too calm perhaps. For though it is beautiful it inspires fear in me and dreary thoughts of the past. Mysterious river! What long ages of history must have passed you by! I wonder who lirst came to worship your smooth waters. Perhaps it was a savage redskin who stumbled upon you unexpect- edly, through high swishing grasses and coarse trunks of trees, staring in astonishment at your cool, beautiful waters. I can imagine his brown glistening body, painted with odd colours, as he warily comes towards your shores. Perhaps he stum- bles and slips into your waiting arms while your waves ripple slightly and sweet bubbles rise on your surface. Perhaps he lies there still, his remains hav- ing mingled with the ground on which you flow. But deep river - you are calm, unknowing, mys- terious, and cold. I fear you and so I leave. As I walk on I can hear from the distance the happy voices of the boys in the canoes as they glide once more on the river. The moon seems to mock at me and I fearfully walk away. What a beautiful river - the Charles! How calm and peaceful - too calm perhaps. Boys on the river - I ask you - beware of this cold, dark river. TAMARA POLEVOY, '40, SILENT SERVANTS T this time of the year, especially, the eyes of America are upon automobiles. It is now that the new models are making their flashing de- but. The 1940 automobiles are not only more beautiful, but are much nearer to mechanical per- fection than ever before. These modern genii are even more dependable and faithful than the one in the bottle. Startling developments, such as the complete elimination of clutch and shift in the Oldsmobile, automatic folding top on the Ford, and fourth speed forward on the Nash, high light the new edition of the great American servant, mak- infg him one of the most eliicient, economical, beau- ti ul, and powerful aids ever available to the com- mon man. PAUL KIRBY, '39. 'Review 'I I MUSIC PICTURES T is very possible that if I ever told a music lover of the ultra-extreme type that I sometimes see music rather than hear it, he would form the firm conviction that I am a case for a psychoanalyst. Strange as this statement may seem to the casual hearer, it is nevertheless perfectly logical when re- garded in the right light. Who can hear beautiful music without, perhaps subconsciously, seeing a picture in its melody? If one has a vivid imagination, as well as a love for music, it is very easy for the picture evoked by music to become so clear that the music becomes, as it were, a mere background to the imagined scene. I can never hear Debussy's exquisite Clair de Lune without seeing, in my mind's eye, a great Egyptian temple, and, dancing before its altar, a single rapt maiden clad in flowing robes, her hair streaming down over her arms. Is not a picture like that, beautiful in itself, clear enough to stand out as a listener's impression of the immortal lovely music? Then I challenge any music lover, especially a devotee of the opera, to hear the brilliant and stir- ring Ride of the Valkyrie without seeing a rush- ing scene flare into being in his mind. I can see a whirling wind raging around a bloody battlefield, and on the wind I see horses ridden by the great goddesses of Valhalla, swooping down with their triumphant Ho yo to ho ! to take back to the home of the immortal gods those men who have fought bravely and well. There are so many pictures! I can never hear a Chopin mazurka or waltz without seeing a band of sylphides in their white ballet skirts dancing joy- ously and freely in a stage woodland, their lovely arms waving in beautifully symmetrical patterns. The wild Fire Dance brings a picture of a madly gyrating witch doctor leaping and twisting around a red and purple fire. If I am queer, it is unfortunate, but as I can get so much more out of music by my melody-visions, I am satisfied. BERTHA HUMEZ, '40. THE TWENTIETH CENTURY ABRAHAM , 1.1Nco1.N OWN the dark, rain-swept alley drifted two large, wet umbrellas. Reaching a dimly lighted doorway, they passed momentarily, then slowly descended, revealing us, two quaking quiz- zers. Here was our goal, the Boston Opera House, and we had only to wait a few minutes to realize the peak of our ambitions, an interview with the star of Abe Lincoln in Illinois himself, Ray- mond Massey. In the cramped quarters of his dressing-room, the actor, a former gunnery master at Princeton and Yale, became the target of a barrage of ques- tions fired by his interviewers. No, he said, nervously dpuliing a cigarette. Even though the author an I are old friends and I have wanted to play Lincoln for a long time, I never would have attempted this part without the background of my Massachusetts ancestry. Sandburg's Life of Lincoln and a few other books helped me in studying the unknown phases of Lincoln's life. Hesitatingly, we asked, Do you think that Lincoln has any counterpart in literature ? No, he began, and our hopes nearly fell, I don't believe so, unless perhaps Hamlet. They both have the same melancholia, the same reluc- tance to face reality. I don't try to bring this sad- ness outg that's an interesting question, though. Pride then warmed us as we glanced around the small room, littered with costumes, grease- paint, wigs, props, whiskers, and putty for arti- Hcial noses! On the perennial question of stage vs. screen, he seemed to be neutral. To him there is an everpresent reality on the stage, yet the treatment in the motion pictures is more explicit. One is actualg the other, an impression. From our scribbles we learned: the Boston au- diences are fairly er-er-reticent . . . The size of the Boston Opera House makes it necessary for an actor to throw his voice a great deal . . . There is no special formula for early stage suc- cess-Mr. Massey just went and got a job . . . His make up, putty nose, whiskers, shaggy wig, takes nearly 45 minutes to apply . . . This war will have a great effect on the theatre . . . Usu- ally, audiences appreciate the plot rather than the character . . . So far, Mr. Massey has no future plan. He lives, so he says, from day to day, from hand to mouth . . . When Mr. Massey learned that we had not seen the play, his wife graciously gave us seats for the superb performance. This play, by Robert E. Sherwood, is the greatest we have ever seen, and we wish it, and all those who have made it great, con- tinued success. It escapes the dullness of the average historical play by presenting its point not as a sermon but as a human drama. JUNE JACKSON, '41. MARGARET MILLER, '41. . ni .... fe. 1. -gl? li A lj' 8 The Cambridge SUZANNE, THERE was no doubt about it, David, Crown Prince of all the Russias, was very happy. Swinging his cane gaily and whistling a popular tune, he looked little like a prince. He was dressed as well as any young Bof1levardiere,' and why shouldn't he? He was little more than that. For David was young, David was free. His father was Czar and David preferred to let him worry about the government. Some day he would have to rule Russia, unless some Bolshevist or Anar- chist took care of him. Until that day arrived, however, the Prince was going to have his way. Czardom was re-established in 1952. Nicholas, Czar, ruled well, but in a country like Russia, how can one man be popular with everyone? There were Bolshevists, Anarchists, Socialists, Communists, and every other kind of fanatic. One of these had only to pull the trigger to start a Republican revolt against monarchy. Even such a fate as this did not worry David, as he executed his commission. He walked through the Government Building searching for the office of Chief Counsellor Nardoff. He did not notice a solitary scrubwoman, waxing one of the Hoors. She had seen him when he entered, she had poured nearly the whole bottle of wax over her floor and rubbed it in, briskly. Then as he approached, she rose. Is the Hoor dry? Half the people of Mos- cow never recognized him, and the other half didn't know he existed. Yes, quite dry, the girl quickly replied with a strange gleam in her eye. He proceeded, re- plete with dignity which he soon lost along with his balance. Not only did he fall, but he slipped along the surface for ten feet while the girl shook with rather malicious laughter. Attracted by the commotion, Counsellor Nardoif hurried to assist the Prince and to apprehend the criminal, both of whom he escorted into his ofhce to avoid the gathering crowd. Are you sure that Your Highness is quite un- hurt? he cried solicitously, the moment the door was shut. I am perfectly all right, David assured him, but the defendant seems to have a grudge against me. You should be thankful, the girl remarked, as she insolently sank into a chair, that it was I who saw you rather than an Anarchist, he would have thrown a bomb, while I satisfied myself with seeing you lose your dignity. Young lady, why did you wish to cause the loss of my precious dignity? he asked. CZAMNA Because you caused the loss of mine! Because your father's filthy bodyguards murdered my' father! She was crying unrestrainedly now, on the arm of the chair. t Yes . . . yes! . murmured David softly. I re- member you now. Suzanne, the girl who aspired to the throne of Russia. You and your Bolshevist compatriots who clutched the monarchy by the throat tried to murder my father, the logical heir to the throne, but his protectors shot the whole wretched mob! They did that deed in justice! NO, No! she cried frantically. , In justice, I tell you! he repeated. Then he began to muse. Alexandrina Catherine Suzanne Lezensky, why, if you desire so passionately to play fhe great lady of Russia, do you not arrange to have my father and me murdered, then your Bolshevist friends could seize the rule again. You would probably marry Alexander as his Queen, Queen to an imitation Czar. I marry that weak, tremulous braggart! Never! If he stood in your way, you could remove him as well as us. She was tired, weak, unhappy. I could kill no one, if I were ruthless, my weapon should have been a dagger rather than a can of wax. Having dried her eyes, Suzanne looked up at the desk. A door has just opened softly behind David, a man with a pistol ready for action ap- peared, a man whom Suzanne recognized as her cousin, a member of her band. Assassination! She should be glad! XVhy wasn't she? She was frightened, horrified, and in that moment she screamed. The shriek came in time to warn the prince, who turned and grappled with the would' be assassin. In a minute, the guards arrived, and taking the prisoner in their charge, they divested him of his gun. Well, my,dear, smiled David, looking slightly less like a well-dressed gentleman, you hate me, yet you save me. I am puzzled, but grateful. I am afraid, the girl whispered when she was alone with David once more. It is horrible for I save my enemy's life and fear my friendsf: XVhy do you fear them P They will find out that I have betrayed Di- mitri, the assassin, I cannot escape. Do not be afraid. David was suddenly very kind. You shall come to my royal home. There you will see how a Czarina might live. Perhaps I can reform your warped ideas and show you that our principles are the real, honest ones. At any rate, I shall try. Will you come? 'Review 9 She made no reply but as he took up his hat and cane and left the room, she followed him. Months later David and Suzanne were sitting quietly before a ruddy fire. It was pleasant for the fall evening and was just cool enough to give a chill to the air. David, I have a confession to months you have talked with me, me, laboured with me in every tience has been wonderful, for striving to make me believe the make. All these tried to instruct way. Your pa- you have been doctrine of you and your father and your government. Her voice was very low, as if she were almost ashamed to continue. David--I believe. I can see now that the code of my former compatriots is all wrong. Why it's- it's mad, inhuman, vile. They brag of doing all these great acts wholly for Russia's sake, while their only motive is greed. I am glad. It impresses me, too, that in the time that you have lived at the Royal residence here with my cousin Stephana, your health has improved. You look so much better. I am happy. I am happier now than I ever shall be again, it is because I am, for the first time in my life, totally free and because, also for the first time, I have real friends. Here, I have been treated like a human being, like a woman and not like a caged animal. This feeling between your family and me is the only true friendship, for it consists of happiness and kindness. He leaned towards her and whispered, And you no longer hate me? Hate you? I am only grateful that if you dis- like me, you have concealed it from me. No, no, I- I- Since he could find no words with which to express himself, David leaned over and suddenly kissed her. She broke away, startled. This is mad! She was trembling as if a wave of cold wind had passed through her. Mad, mad! Why is it? he asked. You once aspired to be Czarina! As a Bolshevist! That is over. I have given you new principles, new creedsg you have forgotten the old thoughts. David, you must forget me. Never! I love you and I am not ashamed to admit it. His hands felt like bands of steel on her arms. Let me go, David-please. I have frightened you. He freed her from his grasp. Good night, dear Suzanne. She mounted half way up the stairs before she s oke. P Poor David,e poor, dear, silly David. She hurried upstairs as she began to cry. ' 'lcuniinued on page 213 MARS AND MUSIC llISN'T it terrible, the way the Germans are dis- rupting Europe and the world! I, for one, in- tend to boycott Wagnerian opera and Beethoven concerts. My son is studying German nowg I think I will have him drop it. It's the patriotic thing to do in days like these. The patriotic thing to do! What is patriotic in banishing the music of the masters because those men happened to belong to a nation now belliger- ent? It is not the German people against whom Britain and France have taken up arms, it is their government and its threat to democracy. The war- time hysteria which rocked the country in 1914, sweeping before it the art, music, and literature of Germany threatens to do so again. Last year's wave of destruction in Germany against non-Aryans shocked the world. Probably it so infuriated the person whose words are quoted above that he decided to shun all German works. Perhaps he did not realize that he was doing the same thing which had so irked him! In the World War, the compositions of Beethoven and Wagner, the writings of Goethe and Schiller, the voice of Johanna Gadski, the great dramatic soprano, and the genius of Fritz Kreisler, an Aus- trian, were all 'more or less banned. If a living German artist is involved in espionage, then his efforts should be given as scant honor by Americans as the broken promises of the head of the Nazi regime. However, if he works for the sake of his art alone, why should he be made a martyr? XVhy should the geniuses which that country has pro- duced be penalized just because they are German? The same holds true for their language. It is not only futile to do this but childish and intolerant. Efforts should be made to erase these thoughts from the minds of an otherwise sensible people. Such efforts can be summed up in three words - Abolish bigoted propaganda! MARGARET MILLER, '41, WISHING I wish I were a lovely rose, With petals bright and soft, I'd be the sweetest flower that grows, And hold my head aloft. I'd bathe each morning in the dew, And sun myself all dayg I'd lift my face up to the blue Of God's great sky, and pray. ANNE FARR, '43, 5 A J ,ac oil 10 The Cambridge IANE WITHERS The following is a study of Jane Withers given by her to Robert Guest, C. H. L. S., '42: ELL, I promised to tell you about my newest hobbies and pets and -schlpol studies and everything, so here they are: My favorite sports are ice skating, lasso-ing, swimming, horseback riding, badminton, roller skating and dancing. I like to knit and crochet sweaters, bags, boleros and belts. My most favorite mystery story right now is Who Killed Aunt Maggie? by Medora Perk- erson. My favorite kind of other books is biogra- phies of famous people, like Royal Girlhood, which tells the child life of all the famous queens of history, and biographies of famous men like the one about Edward Bok who collected stamps and autographs and came to America to get the auto- graphs of Longfellow and Oliver Wendell Holmes. My favorite movie stars are Don Ameche, Alice Faye, Linda Darnell, Una Merkel, Baby Sandy, Henry Wilcoxon, Sonja Henie, Tyrone Power, Clark Gable, Spencer Tracy, Patsy Kelly, Gene Autry, Mickey Rooney and Gloria jean. I have seven dogs - Blue Boy, an English sheep dogg Rex, Belgian Police, Duke and Duchess, points Leo Carillo gave me, Suzie-Q, Pekingeseg Napoleon, a Chihuahua, and Princess, the white Spitz who comes to school in my dressing room at the studio with me every day. My cats are jitter- bug, a Tortoise-shell, and Blinker, a red Persian. My deer, Dot and Dash, grew too big to keep at home, but I go to see them at the zoo. I still have Senorita, my parrot, Ranger and Maud, the big turtles, turkeys, chickens, two Chinese Silkies, 10 pheasants, three Texas red squirrels, lots of rab- bits and a pair of lovebirds. Henry Wilcoxon is taking care of Lady Bess, the calf, for me, and Fidel, our gardner, keeps my Sicilian donkey and my goats for me because the neighbors objected to them. My favorite picture is High School, because there were about 300 kids in it, and we had a swell time together. We had to do a lot of exciting things for the picture: we had a Lasso club, and we ended up with a formal dance in which we girls wore long party dresses and the boys wore swell uniforms, and they let us keep on dancing to the orchestra after they'd finished the last take. We organized a club called the 8-and-8 Club - 8 boys and 8 girls - and we all take turns giving parties or going ice skating or roller skating or to football games to- gether. My teacher, Miss Gertrude Vizard, has promoted me to the ninth grade, so now I'm a Freshman in High School, and among my studies, history, Span- ish and English are the three solids that will count for college entrance. I'm crazy about school this term because I study so many new and interesting subjects. There's -social history, which includes the history of civilization, with particular emphasis on stories of Egypt and early Greece. The stories about Egypt made me realize how important and fascinat- ing archmology is, because when you realize that the hieroglyphics on old stones reveal the life of people of past ages, it's pretty exciting. That's all I can think of right now, except that my favorite ambitions are to organize an all-girls' softball team good enough to beat a boys' team, and to become a costume sketch artist. - PEP TALK THE day of the big game dawned cold and clear. Bill Wadsworth jumped up out of bed. Muscles ripped over his heroic torso. He took his .usual brisk morning shower, then dressed carefully in his every day clothes. ' Time enough to get down there - I can't wait till I get the old outfit on again, he thought. Bill Wadsworth rummaged around and got his old uniform together. We'll see if old Dartmouth really has something on the ball, he commented grimly to himself. He walked slowly across the campus to the ivy covered stadium where the crowd was already streaming in. Its faint murmur was invigorating. How often had he run across that springy turf, knowing that he was part of that great conflict and pageantry! The coach stood near the Maroon bench. As Bill passed him, jones winked and said, just five min- utes to dress, boy. His muscles tightened as he said, We'll see what they've got, coach. Five minutes later, Bill Wadsworth trotted out on the field. A cheer broke from the assembled throng. Raising his head proudly, he waved his hand at the roaring crowd. Peanuts! Pop corn! Five cents! he shouted. Wm HOLLAND, '40. N the dean's list at Tech appear the follow- ing names of C. H. L S graduates: FIRST HONORS John Lyons Jean Pearlson Eliott Shaw . SECOND HONORS Thomas Crowley, '38 Eloise Humez, '38 T Mello, '51 and Ira Habeshian, '53 graduated last june from Northeastern University. 11 Review 4,5 IOKES Chem. Tearber: Tell me about nitrates. Er, ah, er - they're somewhat cheaper than day rates. joe: Well, Moe, how did you Hnd yourself today? Moe: Oh, I just pulled back the covers, and there I was! jim: When I was born, they shot off a cannon. Slim : Too bad they missed! . Mirlrerr: Mary, we have breakfast promptly at eight a. mf, New Maid: All right, Ma'amg if I ain't down, clon't wait for me. T earber: Now, john, if you put your hand in your pocket and pulled out two quarters and a dime, what would you have ? IOZ7I7Ilj'.' Some one else's pants. joe's a human dynamo: everything on him is charged. After the game did they have to put stitches in? Naw, I just pulled myself together. He: XVomen can never keep a secret. She: Yes, they can. I have kept my age a secret ever since I was twenty-five. He: But one day you will let it out. She: No, if I can keep a secret for eight years, I can go on keeping it. I . VVIT AND HALF-WIT Wodehouse Witticisms: She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and forgotten to say, When! He looked as if Nature had intended to make a gorilla, and had changed its mind halfway. X2 When asked to name three signs of the Zodiac, the Honor Class student replied, Leo, the lion: Cancer, the crab, Mickey, the mouse. Following the current course of our so-called humor, the man who took sleeping pills is chris- tened '1The Wizard of Snooze. I remember Mr. Derry's story of the pupil who asked him, If a rivulet is a little river, and a pig- let, a little pig, is Hamlet a . . . Oh well! You can guess the rest. i When Mr. Sullivan told us of the poll tax which men pay to vote, he remarked that there is a bill up to make women pay a like tax. It seems that for the past live years men have voted down the bill saying that, after all, The man pays and pays and pays! THE RADIO ANNOUNCER EATS BREAKFAST I I OOD Morning, good morning! And how are all our early risers this cheery morning? The time? At the sound of the gong it will be exactly quarter past seven, courtesy of Pulova Watch Company. - Well, well, so we have Crackle cereal for break- fast! Crackle cereal is put out by Fellogs Fancy Foods, Rattle Creek, Michigan. It contains Vitamins A. B. C, and Q. 'Barlington Sausage? Oh good! Are you tired of the same old thing for breakfast? Not me, dear, the food! Try Bar1ington's Sausage for a changefl Smell that lovely coffee. Folks, Sase 8: Cham- born's coffee is really wonderful, you can get it at your neighborhood grocer. I must hurry. Kiss? No kiss, dear. Your lip- stick smearsg you should use Banshee cosmetics! What? Leaving for Reno this morning? Can't stand me anymore? Fly! Go by the W. I. Z. air- lines. Speed is their motto! Goodbye! J. L. 12 The Cambridge 'IT THE C. H. L. S. SPOTLITE by FALTER PINCHELL REETIN's, fellow Latinites! The Spotlite weighs anchor this year with a new skipper, a new crew, and the wish to sell you some real solid Pinchellism. The other day, we saw john White struggling like the proverbial bee, carrying books-for the teachers. jean Alden-'nuff said! For your information, Betty Groden is trying to kill yours truly by ramming him as he comes into the hall. I have it on good authority that Bob Dick and jack Sohmer are just a couple of wiz- ards down there in their German class. What's this about Marjorie Coleman and Merlyn Cook being as much together as fused quartz? Paul Richards is going to grow up and write two en- cyclopedias per annum, besides holding down his regular job as third assistant janitor at C. H. L. S. Margie White is the coy thing who smiles at you from behind Marie Flynn. Phil Baird, that debate club man, informs us that he is an animal lover. Lena Smerlas wants us to put Charlie Smerlas's name in here. Well, Lena? Seen gabbing on the school busg Paula Hillery, with an armful of books . . . Scoop Nestor, who attends Broadway University over the hill . . . Muriel Mahady, who always does her homework . . . Buck O'Connor and Emmy Lynch, just a couple of the boys . . . Prepay Bulger has that different walk, we notice . . . jean McMan sure is tall. Whew! . . . I'm glad to say that the school spirit is getting a little better. Keep it up! . . . Bob Peers knows in which room to study, all right. Ask him . . . Rosemary O'Con- nor, Eleanor Quinn, and Bobbie Nauifts, we also notice, are always together . . . Qwe notice a lot of things, don't we, Barbara Johnson?j . . . Take a good look at Dapper Dick O'Donnell, the slow driver . . . AND now Ladeees and gentlemen, I am proud to be able to spell the name of Gregory Yanacopolis! . . . Mary Feeley is the sister of last year's famous Dartmouth ath- lete . . . Phil Strowman, that speed demon, ought to be called ulightnin' . . . Doesn't Henry jezi- erski look like a slinky old mystery serial? . . . Mim Harney is one of the best subscription get- ters on the REVIEW staff . . . Qby the way, have YOU, YES, YOU, subscribed?j . . . According to Joe Stokes, who has a brother in our midst, jim O'Connell has a new name. From now on you may call O'Connell jimsy-Boy . . . Will the thing that signs itself Monsieur Bob please stop sending me so much useless material, pleeez? Freshman Information: Charles Hooker is the muscle man board eraser down there in room three . . . Rita Interelli has great diliiculty in de- ciphering seating plans for us . . . Marion Hyah is the girl -who is anxiously trying to see what is being herein written about her . . . George Menez uses his notebook to camoufiage his spyings . . . james Collins informs us that his favorite sport is gum chewing . . . What does Eugene Flynn find so interesting on Loraine Walters' test pa- pers? By the way, there are quite a few Walters floating around here . . . john Sheridan is the man with the little black bag . . . Dot Vargas wants us all to know that she is a girl scout, so she wears her scout clothes to school . . . Rosalie Woodbury gets many of her vitamins from a much chewed pencil . . . Hal Threhane is sooo graceful ! ! ! Marie Henry sure knows what good sportsmanship is . . . Betty Lee is definitely not a slim brmzettey she is very blonde . . . Irene Hodgen seems to know all the answers down in her Civics class . . . the only trouble is that she is bashful . . . Irving Wasserman is a swell feller, but a poor speller . . . Oww! ! A football coach's dream of Utopiag a place where all of his athletes are on the honor roll . . . Bernadette Drollette is really smart! . . . Wow! . . . Your reporter is dazzled by the snowy locks of one Beatrice Walsh . . . Lillian Powell has her sub- scription to the Review we see . . . and we see Dot Taylor dodging around the corridors . . . Hmmm, Powell and Taylor . . . june jackson and Peggy Miller may usually be found torturing the typewriter up in the REVIEW office . . . Who sez that Lester Katzen looks like Edward G. Robin- son? . . . We'll bet that Eleanor Carter doesn't attribute her beauty to a certain well known brand of liver pill . . . Dan Shrago is one of those boys 'Review 13 who is always doing homework . . . Nelson Wald- man sandwiches a trip to the fair between Fri- day and Monday . . . Betty Murphy is one of the REVIEW,S most pleasant and successful subscrip- tion getters . . . After graduating from C.H.L.S., Lorraine Keefe is going to be my secretary . . . Deacon Doyle says that it isn't always bad luck to have a black cat following you, it all depends, he says, on whether you are a man or a mouse . . . We honestly fear that Salvi Mangano and Ted Adelson are going to have each other's scalps in one of those History class debates . . . Say, Sarah Denaro, how come you never get called on for special assignments? . . . Marshall Slater is too smart for this little newsboy to keep up with, that is, as far as book larnin' goes . . . Rosamond Nigro is one of those people who come around to tell you that you should go to this or that gameg thereby busting up a beautiful B pro- gram during which you intended to finish up that homework . . . Angie Bonsignore is really hep- ped to the jive . . . so he says . . . Add Brass, the girl who shares her desk with me, fills the thing up with paper and then writes me a note and tells me that I had better clean it out or else . . . Genevieve Herlihy is the what's going on here girl up there in Chemistry . . . Some-- body ought to show jim Sellers how to tie a bow tie, the poor kid doesn't seem to know what the score is when it comes to tying a tie . . . just give them a little time and Russ Brown and Frank Mallahan will blow up the school, judging from their actions in Chemistry . . . joe Harrington likes to sneak up and down the unfinished stairs. Trying to break a leg, joe? joe Mallahan's nose looks more like an orange than a nose, now that someone stepped on it for him . . . Scotty Mc- Cann provided this year's voters with the best bookmarks they have seen for a long time . . . Jean Shumway says in her sleep, Wanna buy a raflle ticket? , I think . . . fyes, I do think once in a whilej . . . Who says that Paul Butler looks like a Cherub? . . . That Rhapsody in green up in '74 is none other than 'Doc Lawlor . . . Bertha Humez is one of our foremost literary critics, and boy, can she criticize! ! ! Ellen Sulli- van has our votes for best everything . . . Rita Rothfarb obviously goes in for lipstick . . . fpar- don me while I duck that book she is about to throwj . . . One of the candidates in the Junior elections was heard to say, May the best man win, and I'm afraid that he will. . . . A thing I'd like to see: Frannie Mulvey in school for two days straight. Any time your're puzzled with your Biblical references, just apply to Bob Fishman or Eva Hegeman . . . Dija ever see Betty Fawcett out with her dog Sonny ? . . . Do you have dili- culty with your Geometry problems? If you do, bring 'em to Roland Moody . . . Gardner Magnu- son, Pat Herlihy, and Sam Zadoorian are three of our biggest football players . . . Olive Carmon is the girl who can pantomime . . . Claire Harney sports socks which lace up the front . . . Boy, what a load of books under Evelyn I-Ioyt's arm! l Cecil Cantrell wants more in here about the annex. Well, we'll see what we can do . . . The blonde brutes, Russ Boudreau and jim Carter . . . Bill Mullins has a new name . . . Brutus is the present handle . . . Et tu Bill? . . .George Garoin is the little man who's right there . . . joke fjust in case you didn't knowj. Man at circus: Say! Look at that freak over there with his tongue tied in a knot. I wonder how it got that way? Second man: Oh, him? He used to be a tobacco auctioneer until somebody bid sixty- six dollars and sixty-six cents . . . Morie Martel is so naive that he thinks Manual Labor is a Mexican . . . Say, tell me, stranger, why does a baby duck walk softly? . . . Because he can't walk hardly. QI shall now dig a hole and bury myself in itj . . . We wonder why Lorraine Livermore is so frightened when she travels on the elevated trains . . . Helen O'Brien is the oflicial greetress down at the Trowbridge Street door . . . What would Tom Donohue do without his watch and chain to londle, in a difficult moment . . . joe Bain and Bob Croke are always talking together at the beginning of school . . . What's up, boys? . . . We think, honestly and truly that George Kopp and Sonny Bergeron get here early enough to open the school . . . Ruth Mueller is the one who is supposed to be doing this typewriting, but it seems that she had other and more important things to do . . . Eos Spiropoulos and Elizabeth Tsanggos are the ones who hold room 74's Latin Conferences . . . but it seems that every time they get going, they are interrupted and corrected by one Loretta Ciani . . . Those disturbances in the fifth study period may usually not be blamed on Charlie Mulvey . . . he's such a sweet thing, and so quiet, too . . . Don't your think that foliage on Cyron Barber's head comes from playing too much chess? Mary Farrell, why do you bellow so loudly? . . . jim Elliot is about the blondest blonde we've seen in a long time . . . Ernest Dzendolt is the proud possessor of the most beautiful satin-like shirt ever created! . . . June McConnell can't leave her sleeves alone. She's always pulling them up above her elbows or pulling them down over her wrists or something . . . I don't know what? Do you? . . . Frank Lopresti is just about the happiest Latinite that ever smiled . . . That questioning look on Harvey Thomas's face is really quite deceiving, so don't let it fool u . . . jackson XY7alter ought to go out for the track team. He can go places faster and more dishev- CConllnued on page I6l l X 'lib 2'uERAia':aisRS 0 0 ' Xgusgg 'Q A BREAK N GC ,bv I 6,7 60 5Low To yq I X - ,asa 1. ... A I W ,I ' 1? gin 17' X ' -' 'X E L f N f 941365 , C if . . Vx , , 'ff' , '- l Z Zfz M it J a f NMM li 1 i Q . , g e Bomb v i Q - .of . X X P. UOTTHJ I' I Afv- Ll ll c .srmtev 5TANlawlcz PASS f Q' DEMONSTRATED HOW ALL ALONE lN l 5 5nLvER Fox SHOULD as THE ENDZONE SS .. X DRAPED THIS SEASON! l :li y TAKE Au. cm HE , ,X me me-runes Dance? XR X you WANT . ' L l ' u . Yu! t' - ,,?, , .f- ff , .. f- X , AAL V- f 1 , - . X J, f J . I .J - C-00l ll ff pb f' ...sa ' . A 2 X L . I .Lf l -a 2 ' - 1 YBE V t I f W f. I f , V Q . Eau tyggg, X ' Q 1 . f Q ll PRETTY l Q .aL.........gtt!. 4 . L f 1 ' ' GHRL5 BND Now' aaaaaiaitezggjaiiiisf-a.. -5 I K ' '-- ' t ' 4 ' NJ lllill Z 6 I ' ff N 1 'A ONE REDHEAD ' 9 . -llllgugiis' Musemis M wst Y - H -4 ff - , .. QE IdE.,L FOOTBALL Scxugus 12 C. H. L. S. U 1 Somerville 14 C. H. L. S. U The Cambridge lads suffered a set back atlthe 1 The Cambridge boys suffered their first defeat at hands of Saugus by the score of 12-0. Cambridge . the hands of Somerville by the score of 14-O. Many Latin played brilliantly for the first three periods fumbles caused the downfall of the Cantabs. Star- but was disheartened when they lost the services of ring for Cambridge Latin were Captain john Ran- their star quarterback and 'Captain John Randall, dall and Whitey Magnuson. Mannie Rego scored and Saugus, seizing She ipliortlunity, scored two all 14 points for Somerville. touchdowns, but ai e to 'ic t e extra points. C. H. L. S. 6 Chelsea U C' H' L1 S' 6 . Newi-Jn 6 The Cantabs engaged in their second night game Cambridge Latin traveled to Newton to ta svn of the season and downed the highly favored Red the Speedy Newton team' There was H0 Scoring Devils by the score of 6-0. The Cambridge touch- ffm-gn use aft half'lT11t Flagcignbloglgsltfzlrgiilg t down was scored when Captain Randall threw a 1 e ew on oys on 1 eir y - long Pass. ning. In the third period, Randall plunged over for the first score, but Babajtis failed to convert. Donn C- H- 1--.S- 13 u . i .Belmont Ashley picked up a Newton fumble and ran thirty Cambridge .Latin looked like giants in compari- yards to tie up the ball game. Newton failed to son with this light but scrappy Belmont team. Amid convert thus the game ended in a 6-6 tie. a series of Belmont inyuries, the boys won to the rl t 3 ef! xg , - - H iff 'W'- . AHEAD .'N' WRITE Amy A J' i CONC-:REj5yWAN X, , ,Y xx xx ' S. fm' -1- DA I Cf-Rf. f L.. L. ,471-ffgff i .- W W! e I 0 SHG 1 ' E3 OFFS' .ga , -cLAuoE HENRY 'a Q X 3,1 Cmamocs LATuv'5 X I BEST. :L Hove 1 141, E ff X N Ti5f5 iE3lT.v pr-6euaJvN BANLEHJ-ENB . t ' 9 N TH'0L17 RAIZLE ll G 3 TYAR9 1bg fi0 RUN 1.I. '.!3I N Xt. X. fx 55 as Wfftlyw .rl CSD' 7H'Nnvv 4 Xkimmx if '+ U, ie ,raw ammev PAUL Umm' Q, L ' e - caan wmv rl' 'YET' Jluillfgfglgl FINAZQIWUTEQ g f ' 21' 44 5 'fu' DF me GAME p W ' f ,7 2 Z Q, Q f fill Bf'Z 'd'.f '1' - ' U IU D t uewav 3 ya? SANl'.swwr.:.1,j V Fb34'rl?SRliFTERET0UoHD0wN , tune of thirteen to nothing. Randall rushed the dall sustained a foot injury and Deacon Doyle, ball over the goal line for the point after the touch- star end, hurt his shoulder. lcilcizlliilh Quincy 13 c. H. L. s. 6 Camab Cuvee This was a very exciting game. Cambridge Latin, after getting used to the double wing-back forma- tion, scored a touchdown in the first quarter with several off-tackle plays. Randall cut his lip on the first play and had to have a stitch taken, while on the field. In the last quarter, North uncorked a series of razzle-dazzle plays and passes for two touchdowns. No better playing was done in any game that afternoon than that of Captain Randall, who put everything he had into it. Lawrence 13 C. H. L. S. U After holding off an inspired and heavy Lawrence all afternoon, tired Latin gave them two touch- downs in the last live minutes. Captain john Ran- At the Somerville game, many Rindge football players were favorably impressed with the playing of our boys. Angie Bonsignore that jitterbug guard had a swell time at Saugus . . . Chelsea was surprised by the marvelous showing of our boys in gold and maroon. Their new stadium was beautiful . . . An ambulance called for one of the Belmont players who was quite seriously hurt. Pat Herlihy had a recurrence of a charlie horse and had to be car- ried off the field. At the start of the second half. he was in there fighting again. Thanks to the ex- pert care of Red Linske, who really deserves a vote of appreciation for his help with the team . . . There were not enough fans at that North Quincy game! How about more support! I'll be willing to 16 bet with anyone that C. H. L. S. would have won 20-0 over North if there had been more of you there! . . . Lawrence was inspired by a victory over a strong Rindge the week before. jazz Wfhalen was up in the radio booth helping the announcer of the game pick out the players. This game came over station WLAW. jackie Moriarty complained that the players' bench was too small. He ought to know . . . Good bye, and I'll see you at the game. WIN HOLLAND, '41. Watertown 13 C. H. L. S. 0 Almost before the spectators had a chance to sit down, Boyce of Watertown threw a pass to Rug- gerio which resulted in a touchdown. Cambridge then held them until the last quarter in a riot of fumbles and intercepted passes. Then in that last period, Nelson caught a pass thrown by Herb Bou- dreau and intended for an unknown Latinite for the second touchdown. Light converted. The Can- tabs almost tied up the game when Deacon Doyle got his hands on one of Boudreauls over-the-goat line passes. He dropped it, however, when a Wa- tertown man grabbed his arm. lconlinuedhom page l3l elled than a track star . . . Speaking of stars, Emil Star nearly chokes to death on some of those collars he wears, I presume . . . Mary Haney is the source of our early morning piano seranades . . . Arthur Perros is the man who almost runs you down in his haste to get to his sixth period class . . . I'll bet that you don't know who Paul O'Rourke's big brother is . . . Craig Williams, Chester Sargent, and Paul Slepian are the cause of all that deep mathematical talk, up there in room 74 . . . Caswell, where did you get that scarf? . . . Paul Kirby eats, sleeps and drinks INK! . . . Jeannie of the light brown hair refers to none other than jean Bilodeau . . . Bob Koslowsky is room 45's example of the strong, silent type . . . Bob Shaine is our bewhiffled door- man outside of room 45a . . . Annie Najarian sure does like hairy clothes g have you seen her new suit? . . . Bob McAuliffe seems to be getting just a wee bit blind, he can't even read those eye charts . . . Or is it lack of sleep, Bob? . . . We find that Ruth Benthale likes to get lost in the corri- dors during the C programs . . . Claire Nugent is the sweet who takes about ten minutes from each period to get the books she needs : . . Bill Mont- gomery is room 76's page out of Esquire . . . Wfhat a dapper! . . . BILL STENZEL, Editor. WINN HOLLAND. The Cambridge :ji as ,L N l 1 ' ' !' T Nr g 'lg' , N 1 1 Rl L DE fgfdw M E welcome to the school Mr. Elcewicz, not only as a teacher, but what is more important, as a rescuer of our football team. If anyone can lzelp it to win, he surely can. In the past, he was an all-scholastic end while attending Rindge, and an all-American end while playing for Fordham under the great Major Cava- naugh. He really knows football! He was the assistant coach under Mr. Sheehan, who is now the head master of the Annex, and during this time was an instructor at Rindge. I-Ie insists on rigid training in the fundamentals of football. This has been shown in the improved blocking and tackling of our team so far this year. In spite of this, he is not a martinet in any sense of the wordg he is a fine man and a friend of all the players. The REVIEW wishes luck to our new history teacher and football coach, Adam Elcewicz, and to his assistant, Frank Frisoli. WIN HOLLAND, '41. If I were picking out a cast of characters for an all male production of Snow White I would have: John Delaney as Doc. Chick Meehan as Dopey. Greg Fitzgerald as Sleepy. joe Kochanski as Sneezy. Ted Deroode as Grumpy. Torn Mulaney as Bashful. Leonid Pallevoy as Happy fnot Slapj. Dick Neale as the Old Witch. Rocks Leary as Prince Charming. And last but not least, Moose Makris as Snow White! -BUT I TELL YA I Donvf mv ron 92 2'XH,A'fI 3vAs fonormm -1 may R .ff A AS suvvany FOR CHELSEA HIGH. y 3 3 . A5 AN AP-M LOAD X EU! 'mususf- if J OF EELS S' - f 5 Q' mms sur wang: V 2 , mfs.. X f X! 'fffz E C-H-L - M' S 'FF f' 822251 A 251 Q N. E 0431 ee f W-Mf,.fM A .A . .li I,-. 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Barber, Cyron Bates, Priscilla Biggin, Anna Corodemus, Helen Edison, Barbara Fitzgerald, Helen Flynn, Paul Foti, Mary Galvin, Anna Gilbert, Barbara Humez, Bertha Januszewska, Veronica Kiggins, Mary Lukaszewicz, Felicia Mooney, Marguerite Mullane, Mary Miiller, Ruth g Ochlis, Samuel O'Rourke, Rose Richards, Paul Shea, Helen Silberberg, Olivia Silveira, joseph Swinamer, Doris Weisman, Beatrice IUNIOR HONOR ROLL Barbuto, Angelina Ciccolo, Concetta Costa, Pasqualina Drolette, Bernadette Fitch, Marjorie A SOPHOMORE Ayer, William Bartley, Hugh Cahill, Anne Christopher, Helen Denaro, Marietta Diodati, Marie Fopiano, Gloria Grenier, Phyllis jenkins, Donald Hillery, Kathleen Keen, Doris Gorman, Charles jones, Philip Papageorge, Kleanthe Rose, Florence Sokol, George HONOR ROLL Le Franc, Helene Markante, Thalia Morris, Elizabeth O'Rourke, Paul Read, james Ryan, Mary Schmiz, Margaret Stathopoulos, john Sullivan, Elizabeth Sullivan, Mary Yankun, Helen FRESHMAN HONOR ROLL Anastos, William Avery, Elizabeth Barbuto, Elena Batten, Muriel Benker, Dorothy Benson, Ida Camelio, Alessandria Chaulk, Dorothy Chin, Annie Chipman, Florence Christo, Helen Churchill, Patricia Collins, Eleanor Cuff, Grace' Currie, Agnes Davies, Frances Deresky, julia DiPietro, Frank ' Donnelly, Elizabeth Downward, Carol Drolette, Margaret Edwards, Deborah Elliott, james Kenney, Frances Kolosha, Jennie Laine, Roland Lydotes, Despina McCabe, Richard McMahon, Margaret McSweeney, William Messina, Mary Miller, Franklin Moksu, Bertha Mooney, Mary Narekiewicz, Mary Nedzweski, Lillian Nikas, Dorothy O'Brien, Mary O'Brien, Robert ' Oster, Edward Prebensen, Eileen Quint, Frances Roach, Mary Rodrique, Dorothy Roop, Juanita Rounds, Sally Emello, Elizabeth Ernest, Richard Ferrick, Margaret Fougere, Mary Freni, Gloria Geller, Molly Grigolonok, Nina Higgins, William Hill, Frances Holmes, Marie Hurley, George jablow, Mona jankowski, Sophie Johnson, Grace Kagan, Frances Kamnsky, Eli Kelty, Diana Schlicting, Mary jean Schutzberg, Mildred Sidlauski, Florence Silvano, Mary Soper, Willis Souza, Louise Spinoza, Mary Stern, Rosalind Stevens, Helen Sutherland, Dorothea Thiesing, Margaret Twomey, Richard Vontiritsa, Marguerite Walter, Lorraine Walters, Eric Weinberg Charlotte White, Robert HOW WAS YOUR VACATION? II H, how I envy you, going to the beach in this hot weather! You must have a wonderful time at your sum- mer home. I don't see how I'm going to endure the heat here in this stuffy city. Familiar words? Undoubtedly they are, if you are luckyf???j enough to have a vacation home within driving distance of the city. How many times during the past few months did you long to con- trive some way of ridding yourself of those pests, not ants, not mosquitoes, but guests? Perhaps yours have been of a different species than mine, but I find that the following list in- cludes nearly every type of these summer nuisances: We all know the summer pest flet's call them SP'sj, who arrives at your home two hours after dinner, demands the best bed, the most comfortable chair, and your newest sports outfit. At bedtime, she grabs the best comforter and sits up till three, reading and loudly chewing gum. Strangulation is too good for her. Naturally, you must be acquainted with that vital SP who arises each day at four o'clock, attires her- self in a hiking outfit, and who expects you to fol-- low her over hill and dale searching for Indian arrow heads or blueberries. She is not content with this though, for at nine that evening, when you return, tired and very angry, she starts a campfire and clambake which she keeps going, through sheer stubborness, until long after the owls have gone to slee . ' Clbnversely, you have probably met her cousin, an SP who is a member of seven clubs in the city, but who, upon reaching your cottage, assumes a woe- begone attitude and mopes through the whole week during which you're unlucky enough to have her as your guest. In planning your list of SP's, most likely you included one known for her aversion to eating a Review 21 great deal. O what folly! ! When you gather about the table, she reaches for everything in sight, ignor- ing your hints that you forgot to stock your pantry this week. One of the most irking offenders is the SP who urges you to play four or five games, or cook four or five camp dishes fall of which require the skill of an expert and the patience of jobj, and then solemnly sits by, giving foolish suggestions, drop- ping bits of sarcasm, but offering no other help. However, you may have been a guest yourself this summer. If you were, perhaps you met the hostess who invites you to come as you are, and yet expects you to have a different suit for every activity you indulge in during the day. She is not quite so bothersome, nevertheless, as the domineering hos- tess who orders your every move, even to what dress or hat you should wear. As for a remedy, I can not be quite certain. You could try posting a small, ominous red card on your front door, which, providing your guests aren't too curious, may frighten them away. Why not keep a hat handy near your door, and put it on each time a car approaches? From this, your SP's are to as- sume that you are just going out. If you want to be quite daring, you could tell your friends frankly that your home wasn't built to be a tourist camp. This ought to lose for you at least five friends. Maybe the best way of all would be to sell your house and stay in the city. I wouldn't know. Any- way, I'll see you next summer! JUNE JACKSON, '41, - STAMPING GROUND IN the last year or so, the Post Office Department has issued stamps commemorating the invention of the game of baseball, the ratifying of the Con- stitution, the opening of the New York and San Francisco World's Fair, the twenty-fifth anniversary of the opening of the Panama Canal, and the ad- mission of Iowa and Washington to the Union. The next time you have time to spare, look in the attic, cellar or wherever old correspondence is kept for letters. Sometimes the stamps on the let- ters are valuable. It would cost a collector about 35,000,000 for one stamp of each kind in the world. The largest stamp ever issued by the United States is four and three-quarter inches by three and three-quarter inches. There are only six women ever to be pictured on American postage stamps. They are Molly Pitcher, Pocahontas, Clara Barton, Martha Washington, Whistler's mother and Susan B. Anthony. EDWARD FINIGAN, '-13. iconlinued from page 91 The perplexed prince heard a little laugh be- hind him and turning, found his father very much amused. Father, you heard? Everything Do not be puzzled, David. To- morrow, she will be recovered. She will revel in two thoughts: one, the possibility of being Czar- inag the other, the tangibility of being your wife. But Nicholas was wrong. When David, after having lain awake most of the night, hurried to Suzanne's chamber, he found it deserted, no one had slept in the bed and on the pillow, was pinned a note: Dearest David: 'KI am returning to my old haunts. Whether the Bolshevists will kill me for betraying Dimitri I do not know. You must not follow me for I know that my sacrifice is just. Two so divided as we could never be happy, and as rulers, our marriage would end in disaster. I return to my companions in body, but not in spirit, for I hold your teachings in my mind. You must forget me, my darling, but always remember that I have loved and always shall love you very dearly. Goodbye and God be with you, Suzanne. David hurried up the corridor to his father's room. A moment later, he staggered back, horri- fied, O God! he breathed. There on his regal bed lay Nicholas, Czar of Russia. There he lay between the clean, white sheets, through which an ugly, coagulated stain was already seeping. There lay Nicholas, stabbed in the breast, by some loath- some traitor! David heard himself crying with rage. Then he heard something else. He heard the tramping of feet in the street, the shouts of men, the shrieks of a mad, hysterical crowd. Even after he looked from the window, he could not believe it. The Czar is dead, long live Bolshevismf' Yes, the Bolshevists had murdered his father. Alexander, that weak, sniiiiing craven, would be Czar and Suzanne would be Czarina. Suzanne! That was it! She had supplied them with infor- mation, escaped, helped them, she probably had struck the knife into his father's sleeping form. She had engineered the whole rotten plan against the family who had treated her so kindly. He would fight! He would prevent them from overthrowing him. He would stop them all. And when he got that treacherous Suzanne between his two hands, he would throttle the life out of her and hang her in the public square! fTo be L'0721iiIZil6dJ 22 The Cambridge G. A. A. NOTES REETINGS fellow members! This year for the first time the G. A. A. did away with their former initiation, and welcomed the Fresh- men by having them take their oaths by candle- light. In honor of this impressive ceremony a hymn was written by ofhcers Marjorie Coleman, Mary Feeley, and Lena Smerlas. Our G. A. A. officers: president, Genevieve Herlihy, vice-president and treasurer, Marjorie Coleman, secretary, Mary Feeley, and the execu- tive body which consists of Lena Smerlas, Mary Sullivan, Sylvia Piltch, and Barbara Emmons have already shown us that they are fully capable of making this a banner year. Evidence that basket ball is well under way may be found in the gym where the girls give vent to their peut up energy. QFor proof ask the afternoon teachers.j - Milton High School invited Miss Brown and a group to a play day on November 1. Each Cam- bridge girl was given a partner from Milton who explained the sports, held hockey and archery. Later refreshments and dancing provided the fin- ishing touches to end a perfect day. We hope that someday Cambridge will be able to return their hospitality. In all manner of costume, and hidden behind masks G. A.A. members attended the Freshman party. Prizes were awarded to those with the best costumes by Claire Kelly, whom most of you re- member as last year's G.A. A. president, Anne Sullivan, Frances Ritvo, and Libby Flaxg former officers were also found comparing their Fresh- man parties to this one with Miss Brown and Miss McLaughlin. The entertainment at this party was given in the form of a Halloween Dream. Jane Hayes, one of our younger members, having been put to bed by her mother, Barbara Gilbert, was visited by many apparitions: Virginia Herlihy, and Cath- erine McGowan caused much laughter with their clever clown act. jane O'Hara, and Vivian Mar- cotte brought forth gasps of amazement and com- plimentary whispers as they accomplished their acrobatic feats. The ghosts led by Sadako Sato, and the witches by Blossom Goyerre did more than their share in giving atmosphere. Sylvia Piltch and Charlotte Feinstein were dressed as cats, and acted as Blossom's spirits. In Mary Haney, jane imagined herself to be a queen dom- inating these people whom she believed to be her subjects. Ellen Sullivan, who played the part of king, was forced to abdicate in favor of the prince, jean McConnell. Betty Morris, Winifred Parker, and Blossom Goyette brought music to this weird dream. A guitar solo was played by Florence 'Marcotte, and a recital was given by Mary Buckley. Geneveive and Virginia Herlihy did a horse dance, Beatrice Bucl-:binder did a tap dance, and a rope dance was ably performed by Dorothy D'Abraccio. Don't let us forget Dorothy Norden who introduced each event with a roll of the drum or Muriel Barrett and Katherine Schnei- der who played the piano. . The ofiicers and Miss Brown want to thank the refreshment, door, and decoration committees for their helpful co-operation. Without these commit- tees the G. A.A. parties could not be successful. The tennis doubles have not as yet been fin- ished. Better hurry upg it's getting cold. The Formal, the main event of the year for the older girls, is drawing nearer every day. This dance has been held at the Hotel Commander for the past four years. It will be held on the 24th of November, and Longin Buinis, who has charge of a popular school orchestra, has been engaged for the evening. We have every reason to be- lieve that our dance will be as big a success this year as it has been in former years, and we hope to see you all there. MIRIAM HARNEY, '40. The games were: CHESS NOTES HE 1939 season was successfully opened with the defeat of Rindge by the score of SVZ-VZ. LATIN RINDGE Robert Kollen M 1. Marshall Slater V3 2. Henry Iezierski 1 3. Thomas Burke 1 4. Paul Slepian 1 5. Cyron Barber 1 6. Samuel Ochlis 1 Anthony Di Cenzo 0 Francis Babish 0 Donald Lorenzo 0 Kenneth Look 0 Robert La Monte O The Chess Club officers for this year will be: Thomas Burke, Presidentg Henry jezierski, Vice-- Presidentg Samuel Ochlis, Treasurer, Cyron Barber, Secretary. Later in the year, a team captain will be chosen. As usual, graduation has taken its toll from the Chess Team. It will take its toll again this year. To make up for these losses, we extend a yearly in- vitation to pupils of Cambridge Latin to join the Chess Club. Any person wishing to join should see one of the officers in Room 37 Fridays after school. If you do not know how to lay, come along anyway and we will be only too glad to teach you. We are very much grieved at the passing away of Mr. Bliss, whose memory will always remain as an inspiration. His unselfish devotion of time and his ever guiding spirit will never be forgotten. Mr. Sullivan, who has had much Chess experi- ence, has consented to become the Faculty Adviser. We greatly appreciate this act of his, and we hope to thank him with a very successful year. CYRON BARBER, '40. 'Review 23 THE DEBATE CLUB AT the first meeting of the Debate Club, which was held on October 17th, the new members were entertained by a very interesting de- bate on the national high school question, Re- solved that the Federal government should own and operate the railroads. The afhrmative was up- held by George Sokol, who was opposed by Harry Oster. The rifty members who were present elected Philip Baird, temporary secretary. It was also decided that the meetings are to be held every other Thursday in room 77A. At the second meeting, which was held on No- vember 2, Philip Baird spoke on Should the United States Subsidize Trade With South Amer- ica It was announced that everyone who wishes to be on this year's teams must prepare a three- minute speech on the railroad question for the next meeting. The club has been negotiating with local high schools for dates in order to draw up a schedule of debates for the coming season. With new ma- terial available and some veterans still left, the prospects for the coming year are fine. MARJORIE FITCH, '41. K. B. NOTES A KITCHEN party at the home of our secretary, Marjorie Sears, opened this year's activities of the K. B. sorority. The girls did their own cook- ing and a very gay time was enjoyed by all. At the following formal meeting on October 14 the K. B. received as members twenty-six juniors and seniors. The initiation ceremony was most im- pressive. Afterwards, refreshments were served, and a business meeting was conducted by Eva Hege- mann, our president. Our time is to be divided among many interest- ing activities. First of all, a horseback riding unit has been organized under the able leadership of Marjorie Sears, jane Davidson, and Pauline Daltry. Some of the girls are going to try their skill at bowling in December. Eva Hegemann has formed a group who plan to visit the Mrs. jack Gardener museum and other buildings of particular interest. Introducing the idea of a fashion show in the Spring, Genevieve Herlihy, Barbara Edison, and Mary Feely are collecting data for its presentation. A dance committee, consisting of chairman Pauline Daltry and assistants Claire Nugent, Virginia Ham- ilton, Edna Littlefield, and Marjorie Sears, has been appointed, and the definite date of january 12 has been set for the K. B. annual formal dance. Margaret Taft's house was the scene of an in- formal business meeting October 28. Everyone had something to say, and every one said it at once. Later, refreshments were served. All in all, this year promises to be a successful and progressive one for the K. B. and its worthy purpose. Ross O,ROURKE, '40. -i-Ti... DRAMATIC CLUB THE officers who will preside over the dramatic club during the coming year are: President ...................... joseph Connelly Vive-Prefdiefzt .................. jean Shumway T1'ea.rm'er ........................ Barbara Gilbert Serrefary ........................ joseph Connelly As another year begins the Dramatic Club again assumes the lime light. The Dramatic Club ushered in the school year with a most successful outing held September 31 at Cedar Hill. A majority of the old members were in attend- ance at this outing together with our faculty ad- visers, Miss Hartigan, Miss O'Keefe, and Miss Breau. A good time was enjoyed by all around the camp fire at night. Entertainment was pro- vided by the members and the music of a port- able radio kept the spirits of everyone very high. More such outings are being planned for the new members of the Dramatic Club. On October 19 the Dramatic Club held its an- nual tryouts. From a large number of students who tried out, thirty members were accepted into the ranks of the Dramatic Club. Meetings at which plays will be put on by the members will be held on the third Thursday of every month. The Dramatic bureau, a new department of the Dramatic Club had its first trial on Armistice Day. This department was established either to take complete charge of any home room program or to- aid the home room committee in putting on such programs. With such a successful start, the progress of the Dramatic Club this year will surely be the greatest in its history. No obstacle can be too great for such enthusiastic ofiicers and members as we have in the Dramatic Club this year. JOSEPH CONNELLY, '40. 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