New Bedford High School - Crimson Log Yearbook (New Bedford, MA)

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The audience dissolves in tears, but yet it calls for ‘‘mair.’’ And now appears another star, whose name is Irene Bradley, The men all worship from afar because they love her madly, And when she leaves for home at night, the ‘‘Johnnies’’ by the score All stand around with huge bouquets, their eyes upon the door. Producers of successful plays are EK. Auger and Cohen, The wealth of Pearce and Irene B. to their great skill is owing. A ecireus troupe now comes in view with acrobats and clowns, There’s Mildred B. and Fannie G. arranged in spangled gowns, Around the ring on fiery steeds the spangled damsels fly, | While Eddie Williams, who’s a clown, supports the hoops on high. And when we east our gaze aloft and see our old friend Clara, Her anties on the high trapeze just ‘‘chill us to the marrer.”’ Now Ichabod and Ormerod and also Vincent Ryan Are advoeate of world-wide peace and follow after Bryan, When last election time came round they made some famous speeches, They have no use for submarines to guard our shores and beaches. Clarissa Allen, who was once so fond of climbing trees, Of building castles in the sand, and smashing nests of bees, Of picnic lunches on the shore and swimming in the deep, Of telling ‘‘seary stories’’ just before she went to sleep, Is owner of a ranch out west, she’s now a farmer maid, The cowboys mind her shghtest word and take just what they’re paid. She rides from morn, ’til dewy eve across the western prairie And sits her horse with careless grace, as hight as any fairy. A manicure and beauty shop is run by Betty Houth, Her skilled massage and facial cream preserve the bloom of youth. And Esther Reed’s a kindergarten teacher in New York, She has an awful time because the kids no English talk. Our Charlie Kirschbaum’s life is not so easy as 1t seems, He’s master of a school for boys, he has no time for dreams; Those awful boys remind him of his own fun back at school, ‘‘Boys will be boys,’’ and Charles was no exception to the rule. A modest maid so fair of face, who’s known as Helen Baker, Is telling fortunes at the fairs, a most successful fakir. Miss Gifford and Miss Nichols, too, are well known at the fairs, They fly aloft in aeroplanes and everybody stares, They circle round and loop the loop, and pull off wondrous tricks. The rubes and bumpkins ery aloud, ‘‘ Would we do that? Well, nix!”’ A steamboat captain bold and brave is bronzed and bearded Preston, To rescue drowning passengers he Jumps in with his vest on. Blonde Hilda Adams ran a camp way up among the hills And people sent their kids to her if they could pay the bills. She charged them such an awful price that very few could stand it, And when of dough she had enough, the camp she up and canned it. A millinery shop is kept by Rose and Florence G. Their hats are trimmed with ostrich plumes, most wonderful to see, Hats made by them adorn the heads of many maidens fair, The plumes have often come unsewed when out in windy air. In Baltimore a wondrous store is kept by Mag’ Fernandes, She’s famous for her cakes and pies and her delicious candies. Two holy jumper preachers now are pious George and Melville, The tame of both is widely spread from Salter’s Point to Belleville. Our lively friend with golden hair who’s known as Lucia Gooding Now runs a famous bakery which deals in Christmas pudding. 28

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CLASS PROPHECY When it fell to me to write the class prophecy, I said to myself ‘“What an easy job!’’ But I have found that to think up occupations for fifty-seven classmates is harder than it seems. Finally I decided to have a rich feast before going to bed and see what would happen. So | ate a mince pie, three large pickles, caramels and a few other things, and this is what I dreamed. Suddenly I saw before me the figure of an old man. He had a long white beard, was dressed in flowing robes and carried a scythe. He led me into a large hall where I saw seated upon thrones the famous poets of the ages. There sat Homer, Virgil, Shakespeare, Milton, Bryant, Long- fellow, Tennyson, A. Clifford Hawes, poet laureate of New Bedford, and Joseph Dutra, his understudy. I fell upon my knees, exclaiming, ‘‘ What am I that I should be brought into the presence of these great immortal bards?’’ He raised me gently and handing me a pair of magic glasses, he said: ‘‘When you have written of the vision which you will see through these glasses, and your work has been published in the New Bedford ‘Standard,’ you will feel perfectly at home in this distinguished company.’ The vision which I beheld is written below: Our friend McCullough has become a famous politician And now at last has satisfied his favorite ambition; He’s been the mayor of old N. B. for twenty-seven years, He managed city business well in spite of rivals’ jeers. The prohibition law’s in force and no one dares drink rum, Instead of drinking beer or ale, the people now chew gum; So Ida Weinstein keeps a store where chewing gum is sold, She’s getting wonderfully rich, just hauling in the gold. And Bill Viera has a shop where lemonade’s for sale For people still demand a drink, altho it isn’t ale. Since woman suffrage, too, has come, the women all can vote, They’ve stolen all the jobs of men, and man is now the goat. A. Borden is a traffic cop, and stands out in the street, She makes the jitneys go around, and not run o’er her feet. Miss Daniels and Miss Anna Wilde run an electric train, Small Emily collects the fares, and Anna’s the motorma’am. Now Olive R. and Elsie P. both live in old New York, They ride all day in limousines and never have to walk. They both have changed since leaving school, for now they never work. While all their classmates loafed along, these two refused to shirk. Miss Brownell and Miss Sheehan, too, have married millionaires, They ’re now in high society and put on many airs. A humorist of great renown is now our Stetson Baylies, His novels are replete with wit, altho his health so frail is. The histrionie Lillian now treads the tragic boards, Her atmosphere is one of death and sounds of clashing swords, The villain drags her round the stage, he grabs her by the hair, 21

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Jennette McDonald was a nurse way down in Honolulu. She went to Africa and there was eaten by a Zulu. Miss Avery now lives alone, an old maid staid and proper, She goes to church most every week and nobody can stop her, This pious maid is not afraid to face the stately bishop, She takes him home each Sunday noon, then tells her maid to dish up. Our Myra Fairfield drives a jit’ which frequently breaks down, It ran away the other day and almost smashed her crown, She bought it for a ten cent dime, a perfect little fliver, The passengers who ride with her all risk their lungs and liver. Good-natured Elsie Furgeson, so fond of basketball, Now keeps a private school for girls with Doris Catterall ; Our Elsie teaches them to play the games she used to know, While Doris shows the proper way to entertain a beau. A maiden sweet from Barney’s Joy has captured Albert Murdy, She used to call him ‘‘ Albert, dear,’’ but now she calls him ‘‘ Birdie.’’ Miss Fuller, who in High school days was very full of ‘‘pep,’’ Has now revived that good old play, the slogan Watch your Step.”’ Now Jimmy Allen always said he was a woman hater. But after graduation day to women he did eater; He wasn’t going to be left out, he’s tied now, all the samee, The words of her he married are ‘‘There ain’t no flies on Jamie.’’ A smart detective who was once our tall friend Milton Dean, Is now a secret service man whose wits are wondrous keen. Miss Bertha Dean, a modest maid, with soft coquettish glance, Has joined her friend Miss Matthews and they now teach how to dance The fox trot and the other steps they loved some time ago Have all gone out and now they have to teach the heel and toe. Our Doris and our Mazelle C. now live a life so gay, For Dot sings in the opera and Zelle’s in the ballét ; They’re living at the Waldorf in New York, that grand old town, And all their classmates back at home are proud of their renown. And Mansur, once a football star, writes music for the stage, Ilis ragtime is so raggy that it’s everywhere the rage. Our Marge, who starred in ‘‘Mr. Bob.’’ is now a movie queen, Her photographs are all the rage and everywhere are seen. And Malcolm D. is now a priest, and though it seems absurd, He is an awful solemn man, I see you doubt my word. Our Leo Berkowitz is now a surgeon of great fame, He found a cure for leprosy, that’s how he made his name. Our friend George Killigrew is now way off in gay Paree, Astounding fashions he designs, creations strange to see. Miss Barnet and Miss Marder, too, have been away to college, They’ve been through Emerson and Smith, but still they thirst for knowledge ; The government has sent them both upon an expedition To find the bones of Davy Jones is now their chief ambition. Suddenly I awoke, almost frightened at the strange things I had seen. I resolved never again to eat mince pie before going to bed, and above all things, never to look through strange men’s glasses. CHARLOTTE BONNEY, Class Prophet.