Malden High School - Maldonian Yearbook (Malden, MA)

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CLASS BOOK OF I 92 0 A MALDEN HIGH SCHOOL plained when the superintendent of the place made his appearance, for he proved to be William Gage, the irresistible charmer of the fair! I had become so used to being shocked that I didn’t wince a particle. My earphones gave me an inkling of what it was all about, when one of the old women said to a neighbor of hers, “Without that noble man we would perhaps be starving somewhere.” It flashed upon me that Gage’s love for the ladies had caus ed him to build the “Old Ladies’ Home of Ipswich.” I willed again and this scene vanished. The crystal ball next took me over rolling plains and prairies. I was evidently somewhere in the West. Here and there the sky was dotted with tiny specks which proved to be aeroplanes, and I could plainly hear the drum¬ ming of their motors. Finally one of the planes descended, and a sprightly young man, as I supposed, leaped from one of the seats. Upon closer inves¬ tigation I discovered the individual to be our star basket-ball player, Dot Egan. As soon as I recognized her, I looked around for her constant com¬ panion, and sure enough little Hazel Blanchard, another of our former basket¬ ball stars, was seated as the pilot of the aeroplane. Her outfit was so large one could hardly see her. For the old saying goes, “Wherever Dot goes, her little lamb is sure to follow.” Bidding Dot and Hazel a mental “au revoir,” the aviation field and all else disappeared, and I willed myself to other hands. The crystal ball now carried me eastward and soon I found myself gazing on dear old Boston. My attention was attracted to a skyscraper in the process of construction. Men were busily engaged laying its mighty frame¬ work. Two contractors, who were Carl Phillips and Edward Peterson, were having a hot argument over some business proposition. My earphones gave me an idea of what it was about. This from Phillips, “Heads I win, tails you lose.” Poor Peterson agreed to these terms. Ed was always a good loser. I then shut them from my vision. In a twinkling of an eye the United States was left behind and strange lands passed before me. At last a sign-post pointing to Madrid appeared, and I knew that I was in Spain. The movement in the ball ceased, and I gazed upon a sight which I had never hoped to see. There before me was an immense structure seating thousands upon thousands of people, who were gaz¬ ing intently upon a man in combat with a fierce old bull. Yes, I was seeing a bull-fight and finally I saw the bull overcome by an angular faced man, who seemed utterly fearless. My earphones brought such sounds as “Vive el Americano!” “Vive el Davenport!” to my eager ears. A sudden stroke Page Twenty-eight

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CLASS BOOK OF 192 0A MALDEN HIGH SCHOOL constant. The Orpheum Theatre came into focus, and presently the stage was before me. There on the boards dancing away was Krohn. He had originated a dance which had won his fame and fortune. Girls flocked from far and near to watch his performance. His gracefulness was giving enjoy¬ ment to the pleasure-loving public. But alas, that was not all. I must needs mention that Joe was married and the proud father of twins which swelled his heart with joy and filled his ears with clamor. It’s a sure sign of inheri¬ tance, the babies can kick as well as their father. While still on Washington Street, I noticed a good-natured crowd watching a man of great height who was displaying placards, advertising a new machine for bookkeeping which would save time and hand labor. I brought the man nearer to me, and there was Max Rawson. As usual. Max had a grin on his face from ear to ear and made funny remarks which con¬ vulsed the crowd. I dismissed the vision and passed on. With a whirring of scenery the Boston Opera House was now shown to me. Long lines of people were waiting to get to the ticket seller’s window, and I wondered what the great attraction could be. On looking at the bill¬ board, I found that Marian Decker, the celebrated prima donna, and Leona Berman, the distinguished violinist, were to perform the next week. A few years before this, we had the pleasure of hearing Marian and Leona perform. The scene changed and I beheld tall church spires and wonderful struc¬ tures flashing by me. Finally peace came in the ball and my vision centered on an immense crowd of people who seemed to be absorbed in listening to a speaker who gesticulated wildly, and called in imploring tones to “grant women the vote.” I noticed his features closely, and almost passed away when I found that it was Francis Murphy, who scarcely ever said “Boo!” in school, and whose very existence some doubted, was now upholding the cause of downtrodden women, and making himself heard in this strenuous fashion! I sighed and closed my eyes upon it all and gradually the scene faded away. I opened my eyes again, and soon I was travelling at a quick pace, stop¬ ping never. The outlandish noises in my ears continued until I came to a small city, when immediately the agitation in the ball ceased and my eyes were soon centered on a rambling building. Gardens containing the most beautiful flowers could be seen, and rural quiet brooded over all. On a wide porch sat several old ladies, who seemed to be enjoying these, their last days, in peace and contentment. The front of the building bore the name which seemed to me rather queer, “The Cage (Gage) of Peace.” The words were soon ex- Page Twenty-seven

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CLASS BOOK OF 192 0 A MALDEN HIGH SCHOOL pierced the bull’s jugular vein. He swayed dizzily, attempted to charge his tormentor and sank to the turf. Davenport had thrown the bull—he of the voluble tongue! I am convinced that the foundation of his dexterity was obtained at Malden High. Just as I was leaving him, I noticed several en¬ thusiastic people congratulating him, who were no other than Margaret Han¬ cock, Frieda Eisenberg, and Herbert O’Hare, who were touring the world. They all faded from my sight and new scenery passed in review. My eyes opened on such swiftly moving scenery at this point that dizzi¬ ness overcame me for a moment. When I came to again, I noticed all signs were printed in French. Finally Paris itself with its hushed gaiety was brought before me, and again the motion of the ball ceased. There in front of one of the cafes, I saw our former football star. Max Nayor. Around him was a happy squad of boys. “Mac” was a coach of a French University which had ju t won the championship for the season. He did not have any trouble with their mother tongue, thanks to Miss Durkee. He was known throughout France and was a favorite of everybody as he was in his school days. I left “Mac” just as he was making preparations for coming back to America in time for the Malden-Everett game. A new disturbance appeared before me and countless cities and towns whisked by until finally New York with its towering sky-scrapers and won¬ derful lights flashed into view. The Hippodrome seemed to be clamoring for attention, so I concentrated on the interior. The place was crowded with people intently watching two men who were hypnotizing members of the audience. Who were they but Joseph Batting and Willard Coleman! The next thing which interested me was the appearance of the Wood Sisters, who gave lectures on “How to be Happy though Married.” I wonder if they will solve this problem. Have no doubt, as both Gertrude and Elena have very sweet dispositions. As this picture faded, I concentrated on Edwin Fowle; and shortly Fowell, with its busy mills and buzzing industry, appeared in the ball. A large factory on the right soon attracted my attention. The office building bore Fowle’s name. Can you imagine Eddie in the textile industry—Eddie the favorite of his class, the wonderful impersonator of an old man, a real dignified business man? Ed saw more of a future in business than in the theatrical line, and certainly did make good at it. Truly this is a funny world and chuck full of surprises. Page Twenty-nine