Reading Memorial High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Reading, MA)

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Principal Harry T. Watkins Back Row: Malcolm Buck, Sumner Whittier, Hollis Marshall, Rachel Smith, Asunta Michelini, Violet B. Robinson, Helen Stewart, Marion Walsh, Carrie Upton. 3 d Row: Arthur Winship, John O’Brien, Timothy Canty, Bertha Lee, Edith Buckle, Mary L. Cullinane, Annie Davis, Lealia Jones.

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The Pioneer Randolip ' he, I don’t believe anything will happen to you if you let go my hand now.” Edmund Randolphe unclasped his tight grip and just then the curtain was drawn aside and he was launched in a hurly-burly of joyous boys’ songs and ridiculous jokes such as he had never heard before. The Minstrel Show was a long one and when the last grand chorus had been shouted uproariously by the boy performers, Edmund Randolphe seized Jack’s hand once more. It was a black night for there was no moon and the stars shown dimly through the branches of the pine trees as the gay company, guided by boys with bobbing lanterns, followed the path to the wharf. Jack tried hard to walk beside Ruth Kensington, but as Edmund Randolphe’s clasp was tighter than ever and as the path was not wide enough for three, he gave it up in despair. It was about half-tide and it came time for the ladies to get down the perpendicular ladder to the float where the launch was moored. As the float had drifted about two feet away from the wharf, a iplank had been plaiced from the bot¬ tom rung of the ladder to the float and it took three men and two lan¬ terns to land each lady safely in the launch. Jack was on the wharf, leaning against the railing and thinking of hew Edmund Randolphe had spoiled his evening with Ruth, when suddenly his heart gave a jump. He missed Edmund Randolphe’s warm clasp. He started to shoulder his way through the crowd when he heard a startled cry and then an ominous splash. He rushed to the edge just in time to see Edmund Randolphe’s biig white straw sailor hat floating in the inky black water between the float and the wharf. Then a white scared face came to the surface. A dozen hands were ready to pull the boy out. Jack was quickly on the float and took Ed¬ mund Randolphe into the cabin of the launch. With chattering teeth the boy tried to explain,—while Jack was pulling sweaters of every descrip¬ tion over his dripping head,—that he knew that he had been in Jack’s way and that he wasn’t ever going to take hold of people’s hands anymore and that he walked right off the wharf into the water before he knew it. Jack saw the look of determination on Edmund Randolphe’s face and he knew there was grit in the youngster after all. “Look here, Edmund Randolphe,” he said, ‘T’m awful sorry you went overboard, but perhaps after all, it has waked you up. And if you will let me call you ‘Ned,’ and if you will promise never to tag after people again make a boy of you yet.” Edmund Randolphe grinned as well as his wiggling jaws would let him and he said, ‘‘And I promise, not to get in your way any more when you want to walk with Miss Kensington.” He stretched out his cold little paw and they shook on it. By the end of the summer, under Jack’s careful tutoring, Edmund Ran¬ dolphe had graduated to Ned Browne. GENEVIEVE BOSSON, 1907. Oh, seats, false seats, within the hall where we would dances give. Ye are too fair and delicate within this world to live. Yea, fair ye are, oh, passing fair. Most passing fair we know. Each knock and jar your looks will mar. Why did they make ye so? ‘‘As we looked out the window we thought it was spring, We saw the green grass—we heard the birds sing. But our birds turned to frogs and alas, the green grass. Proved to be the reflection of our Freshman class.” ’10.

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The Pioneer QUOTATIONS. PROLOGUE. “The time has come,” the Walrus said; “To talk of many things, Of shoes and ships and sealing wax Of cabbages and kings. And why the sea is full of salt And whether pigs have wings.” SCHOOL COMMITTEE—“No reason ask, onr reason is our will.” Mr. WATKINS—“On you, my lord, in anxious fear, I wait.” MR. REDDEN—“Wit new and then, struck sharply, show ' s a spark.” MISS CLAPP—“To raise the thought and touch the heart be, thine.” MISS ABBOTT—“I shall in all my best obey you madam.” MISS GROVER—“Her smile is hope her frowni despair.” MISS RAND—“The tuneful voice, the eye that spoke the mind.” MISS SMITH— “Satire’s my w ' eapon but I’m too dis¬ creet To ran amuck and tilt at all I meet ” MISS GORDON—“A smile that glow ' ed Celestial rosy red.” MR. MAXWELL—“I taught thee how ' to pour in song.” MISS PARKER— “O’er nature’s form to glance the eye And fix by mimic light and shade Her morning tinges ere they fiy— Her evening blushes ' ere they fade.” MISiS LERNER—“The world knew ' s only two, that’s Rome and I.” MISS WIER—“The pow ' er of thought —the magic of the mind.” MISS COOMBS--“Smcoth runs the water where the brook is deep. POUIS EISENHAURE—“From his cradle he was a scholar and a ripe and good one.” VdO ' LET ROEpNISON-dEvory -ecitor of new ' Sipapers pays tribute to the devil.” t BNEVIEVE BOSSON—“And mis¬ tress of herself though China fall.” MEILEN STEWART—“I chatter, chat¬ ter, as I go.” BERNICE BATCHELDER—“Why so pale and wan, fond lover. Prithee wTiy so pale?’ HOLLIS MARSHALL “See me, how calm I am.” ARTHUR WINSHIP—“Struck blind with beauty! Shot by a w ' oman’s smile.” IRVING AUSTIN—“The man who blushes is not quite a brute.” CARRIE UPTON— “There ain’t no use that I can see In all this fuss and fiurry; This world belongs to God and me And I can let Him wmrry.” MARION WALSH— “Our Marion’s a salad, for in her we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree.” LEAL IA JONES— “A maiden never bold of spirit; So still and quiet that her very motion Blushed at herself.” CLARE KILLAM— ‘ Their smiles and censures are to me the same; I care not what they praise or what they blame.” MALCOLM BUCK— “No lean, cadaverous youth w ' as he. But ninth and joy and jollity Beamed from his face, awiiile dull care Knocked at his heart, finding no en¬ trance there.” WILLIAM ESTERB teRCx—“He could play the fool rarely; and to do that requires some little wit.” ETHEL and FLORENCE TURNER— “Behold 3 ' on pair in strict embraces joined How like in manners and how like in mind.” TIMOTHY CANTY— “Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser: I answ ' er no, no, for he always was wiser. Too courteous perhaps or obliging¬ ly fiat. His very worst foe can’t accuse him of that.”