Malden High School - Maldonian Yearbook (Malden, MA)

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CLASS BOOK OF I92 0 A MALDEN HIGH SCHOOL stitious ones believed that it was because Nay or found a black cat in his desk one morning. In December “Nicholas Nickleby” was successfully produced. A large part of the cast was made up of our classmates. The schoolroom was con¬ sidered a masterpiece by all except Davenport. Such scenes are too good to be true in these civilized times, however. In January we took advantage of a tradition handed down to us and observed freak-day. In spite of the fact that we incurred the displeasure of the faculty, the spectators seemed to enjoy the spectacle fully as well as we did. And now the time has come when we must put our school days behind us and take up the more serious occupations of life. We shall not soon forget the happy hours which we have spent in good old Malden High, and we are confident that we have not spent the time in vain. We hope that the coming generations will continue to uphold and further the interests of the school as we have, and that the thought foremost in their minds will be faithfulness to their school-work. Page Twenty-four

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CLASS BOOK OF I92 0 A MALDEN HIGH SCHOOL This spring we were compelled to set the clocks back one hour and as a result we lost some much needed sleep. The following morning many were late, and still more had unprepared lessons. Toward the last of April, the Y. D. Parade was held in Boston. The excitement, combined with the extreme cold weather, made the cold shivers chase each other up and down our spines. The next item of interest was the annual Lit-Usona production, “Bach¬ elor Hall.” We’ll say that Fessenden is some sleuth, and that the talent displayed by Isabel McNevin was a pleasant revelation to us. On this year’s baseball team, the class was ably represented by Louis Hill and Herb O’Hare. The former’s shoe-string catches certainly brought much applause from the small number who graced the stands. With the advent of warm June nights. Lake Quannapowitt lured many a fellow and his best girl from their home studies. Throughout the semester our esteemed president, Mr. Fowle, and the president of class eight, had been arguing about a senior reception. Fowle insisted that class eight should tender us the reception. Unfortunately they could not see the matter in that light and we must needs elect a committee to run a reception. I will not cause you to shed tears by relating the horrors and tribulations through which we passed. Nevertheless we had the reception. The quantity of ice cream consumed by class eight exceeded anything here¬ tofore known. After refreshments had been served we danced, and after the dancing we dragged our weary feet homeward. Fortunately school closed the next week and we departed for our vacations. The following September we returned for our last semester as under¬ graduate students of Malden High. Almost the first news that greeted us was the notification that our lessons were going to be made harder. We ac¬ cepted this philosophically, and assimilated physics, German and Latin with added zeal. We were still with Miss Herrick, much to Lindstrom’s glee and her disgust. We joined with Miss ' Norris’ room in our morning singing, and later both rooms enjoyed selections on the phonograph. The football team this season was the best in a number of years. Much credit is due to the wonderful spirit displayed by the student body, the Malden citizens, and the Bimboes. We lost the Everett game this year, and the super- Page Twenty-three

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CECILIA E. SIDEN Perhaps a doubt as to the truth of the statements here given may enter your minds. Having forseen this possibility and being a staunch believer in the saying, “Forwarned is Forarmed,” I have had the facts sworn to by a Justice of the Peace. This step has been taken to relieve any doubts arising from the weirdness and uncanniness of some of the incidents related. Up to the time of the occurence of these incidents, such things as spiritualism, the occult and kindred subjects had very little, if any, interest for me. It was known among my friends that spirits would receive but harsh treatment in my hands. Indeed, I am much surprised at the abrubt change which has taken place in me, and which has changed me from a scoffer at the occult to one of its most enthusiastic supporters. And all because I have been chosen prophetess of my class! Being of an easy gomg disposition, I accepted the commission and dismissed it from my mind. Days passed and I was suddenly brought to myself with a start when 1 heard one of my editors mention the prophecy in a casual way. I fled panic sticken and started to bemoan my cruel fate at having been made the victim of a plot; all of which brought me back where I was in the first place—nowhere! In this state of mind I wandered from my room in an aimless manner, until I was suddenly brought to my senses by a “Hello, Sis! Haven’t seen you for ages! How’ve you been?” Professor Low, for so my interrogator proved to be, occupied the chair of Psychology at one of the leading colleges. He was a close friend of the family and spent many evenings in pleasant argument with me over spiritual phenomena. He asked me why I looked so downcast, and I told him my predicament. I finally turned to him in an appealing manner and said, “Professor, can you think of any possible way out of my dilemma?” Page Twenty-five