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

Text from Pages 1 - 224 of the 1912 volume:

. Property of THE READING PUBLIC LIBRARY Reading Massachusetts V oys E— vf 3 111 H0KTHEAST ubrmw BINDER bimovmg CO., WC. COP 1 ( REAWNG PUBLIC LIBI READING, MASSACHUS OUR NEW WAREROOMS — AN INVITATION We cordially invite you to visit our new warerooras at 9 Ash Street, Reading. If you are about to install fixtures or replace old ones it will be worth your while to do so. If you are not contemplating anything we can interest you anyway. This is a good opportunity to call attention to the fact that we do wiring and repairing, and that electric bells and telephones are our specialty. Warerooms open Monday, Friday and Saturday evenings ; other evenings by appointment. Tel. Reading 17. JAMES M. MAXWELL, Jr. Dr. Ethel E. Grant DENTIST P. Marfia Foreign and Domestic Fruit Groceries, Candy, Cigars and Tobacco Italian Products and Imported Olive Oil Brande’s Block, Haven St. 185 Main Street - - Reading Senior, trying to be pathetic at part¬ ing, U I am indebted to you for all I know, professor.” Prof., u Ob, don’t mention such a trifle.” —Ex. FRED SMITH Wholesale and Retail Dealer in Choice Fancy Groceries, Meats, Fish and Provisions Flour, Hay, Grain and Straw, Lime, Hair Brick and Cement Morse’s Lunch Room M. C. Morse, Prop., successor to Charles Sullivan Compliments to School R. H. B. MAIN STREET, READING A Dry Goods D Furnishings A D A I VI s M Masonic Block S Reading, Mass. M. F. CHARLES Watches, Clocks and Jewelry Sold, Cleaned and Repaired 188 Main Street . . Reading, Mass. YOU’RE NEXT AT Paul Seifert’s Tonsorial Rooms Reading Sq. READING, MASS. History IY. “Where is the Cape of Good Hope?” Miss M-nsf—Id, “Somewhere along the coast of South America.” J. CUNEO COMPANY CHOICE FRUITS, CONFECTIONERY AND TOBACCO CORNER HAVEN AND MAIN STS. READING, MASS. TELEPHONE CONNECTION WM. READ SON BOSTON, MASS. Athletic Outfitters ESTABLISHED 1820 Complete assortment of Basket Ball, Track, Hockey and Gymnasium Supplies. Base Ball Uniforms and Supplies our specialty. Walter K. Badger Real Estate and Insurance of all Kinds Justice of the Peace READING SQUARE FIRST NATIONAL BANK READING Capital $50,000 Safe Deposit Boxes $5.00 Per Year Room 1 Masonic Block Compliments of DR. RICHMOND The Public Market W. A. RICH, Prop. Dealer in Beef, Pork, Lamb, Poultry, Hams, Lard, etc. Vegetables in their season. Haven St. Atkinson’s Building BE A DING Tei. 193-3 Don ' t study vvlieu you’re tired, Or have something else to do; Don’t study when you’re bappj r , For that will make you blue; Don’t study in the daytime, Don ' t study in the night, But study every other time With all your main and might. —Ex. Skillful Bartering -AT— M. O. Howes’ Shop 69 Haven St., Reading 3F All customers assured prompt attention. A prim Harvard professor, while eat¬ ing at a southern hotel, was asked by three successive waiters if he w ould have soup. At last, a little annoyed, he said to the last waiter: ' • ' •Is it compulsory?” “No, sah,” replied the colored waiter, “no, sah, I think it am mock turtle.” —Ex. For Space in THE PIONEER Apply to Business Managers 6 Reading Garage N. H. HAWES, Prop. New and second-hand Automobiles— any make—Stock Michel in Tires—Prest¬ o-lute Service — Storage — Supplies — Repairing. Winter Storage at very reasonab l e rates. ROGERS ' PURE ICE CREAM Prices at Store 40 cents • • . per quart 20 cents • • . per pint 10 cents • • . per 2 pint FEBRUARY NUMBER TEN CENTS A COPY Eht pmwr 1912 Itaarti of lE Unrs Editor-in-Chief FLORENCE L. McKAY Business Managers HERBERT L. PATRICK ALBERT H. WALSH Sporting Editor ROMEO MICHELINI Alumni Editor ABBY A. FLINT Advisory Editors MISS E. MARJORIE SHAND MISS MYRTLE E. JENSEN EDITORIALS A few days after the last number of the Pioneer appeared, there was an article upon it in one of our lead¬ ing newspapers. It was headed, “Girls Outnumber Boys on Staff of the Pioneer.” The article’s chief criticism was that every story in the Pioneer was written by girls. Wake up, boys! Help to keep up your reputation! Don’t let the girls forge ahead of you. Start right in to remedy the matter by handing a story, a joke, or a piece of poetry to one of the editors. See the improve¬ ment which your effort will bring to the Pioneer. It’s worth it. Do it now! Class Editors Isabelle Villiers, ’12 August MacLeod, ’12 Florence Nichols, ’12 Grace Flint, ’13 Helen Kershaw, ’13 Ernest Leach, ’13 Madeline Wehrle, ’14 Gould Ruggles, ’14 Gordon Allen, ’15 The school year is now more than half gone. There are some pupils who have kept their mark up to about D so far, and feel thoroughly satisfied because they have passed. There are others whose names have been posted on the deficiency list week after week, and who have said, or thought, “There is time enough in the Spring to catch up.” But when Spring comes, remember that with it comes baseball; and in nine cases out of ten, the pupil who cares noth¬ ing for study, cares a great deal for sports and outdoor life. Begin work¬ ing now and don’t feel content un¬ less you get at least B in every study when the next report cards come out. And above all remember, “If at fir t you don’t succeed, try, try again.” The Pioneer Page Six On Thursday, Jan. 18, an owl was perched in a fir tree outside the High School building. Many conjectures were made as to the cause of his coming, and what he thought of R. H. S. Some of the English classes have tried to solve the problem. (Editor’s Note.) ooo It seems that the great reputation which Reading High School enjoys has found its way even to the ani¬ mal kingdom, for the wise philosopher of the feathered tribe has endeavored to pay us a visit. He first decided to view the mysteries of the physical laboratory and what he saw there interested him so much that, despite the inhospitable treatment which various members of the industrious class accorded him, he remained en¬ thralled before that window the rest of the day, entirely neglecting the other portions of the building. In fact, so still did he appear, that it is to be feared that the quiet and studious atmosphere which surrounds our beautiful building quite lulled him into a deep sleep. We hope that pleasant dreams left him a happy memory of our inspiring presence and a desire to again visit us When less sleepily inclined. V. WILLIAM H. LEE, T2. ooo , The owl decided to come to the Reading High School because he had heard of the wisdom of the gradu¬ ating class. He thought his wisdom svas greater than that of 1912. When he found, however, that it couldn’t compare with that of the class, he flew away in disgust. Now the owl is a very sensitive little bird, and he thinks that he knows more than any other living creature, so all day long on Thursday of January 18, 1912, there was a very hot contest for the prize, between the little owl and his larger rival, the Senior class. The prize was “Wisdom,” and it is a prize worth fighting for. But on the night of that great day, the judge, who was Mr. Watkins, decided that though the owl put up a great fight for his standard, he was greatly sur¬ passed by his rival. That night there was great rejoicing in Reading, when the announcement was made. The owl took advantage of the excitement and ’darkness to steal away in meek humiliation. ELMER CLOUDMAN, ’12. SCHOOL NOTES The Senior dance, held in High School hall Dec. 28, was largely at¬ tended. The success of the dance was assured by the reunion of the classes of 1906 and 1909, the same evening. The hall was effectively decorated with a red and green color scheme. In the matrons’ corner was a Christ¬ mas tree lighted with small electric bulbs, from the top of which shone a large moon. The matrons were Miss Shand and Miss Jensen of the faculty. The American orchestra furnished the music. ooo Miss Dey did not return until sev¬ eral weeks later after the Christmas recess, on account of illness in her Page Seven The Pioneer family. Her place was acceptably filled during her absence by Miss Ely. ooo The Typewriting room has been newly equipped with No. 10 Reming¬ ton machines. Formerly No. 10s and No. 6s were used. ooo On Dec. 22 the Senior and Junior German classes held a delightful Christmas party in the school library. The room was very attractive in its festive decorations, Christmas tree, and blazing fire-place. Probably the greatest attraction of the afternoon was the venerable “Kris Kringle,” (Miss Helen Gilmore, from the Allen School), who distributed the presents, which created much amusement, and read the accompanying German verses in a captivating manner. For the first time the students were initiated into the mysteries of German foou, and declared the “Marzpans” and “Weih- nachtskuchen” delicious (?). An ex¬ citing German game was played and then followed an enjoyable social hour. For the success of the party great praise is due the German teach¬ ers, Miss Dey and Miss Low. ooo Those of the Senior class who at¬ tended the Christmas dance were overjoyed at having the opportunity of greeting Mr. Redden, who was sub¬ master when we entered High School. He remarked to some of us that he had grown old since he left here, but we certainly could not perceive any difference in his looks. He is still the same “Billy.” The following names should be add¬ ed to the list of candidates for the girl’s basketball teams: M. Gage, E. Young, B. Abbott, T3; M. Sherman, G. Bancroft, T4; FI. Henderson, T5. ALUMNI NOTES The classes of 1906 and 1909 held a reunion at Reading High school on Dec. 28, 1911 About forty alumni were present at the banquet which was served in the Art Room. Dean Peabody, president of Class ’06, offi¬ ciated as toastmaster. Superintend¬ ent Harry T. Watkins, former Sub- Master William T. Redden, and Miss Helen Abbott of Class ’06 were the speakers. Dean Peabody, Harry Park¬ er, Lowell Hanson ’06, and Harlan Eames, Myrtle Wells and Marion Flint ’09, were on the committee. The majority of those present attended the 1912 dance later in the evening. The scarcity of Alumni notes in this issue is due to the fact that our Alumni editor is visiting in the South for the winter. EXCHANGES We acknowledge with thanks— The Radiator, Somerville. School Life, Melrose. Pun chard Ensign, Andover. Cambridge Review, Cambridge. The Clarion, West Roxbury H. S. The Mirror, Waltham. The Aegis, Beverly. The Focus, New Haven, Conn. The Comet, No. Bennington, Vt. The North Star, Houlton, Me. The Tattler, Nashua, N. H. The Pioneer Page Eight MUSICIAN TO HER MAJESTY He had been lost in his playing, when suddenly a knock startled him from his reverie. Who could be com¬ ing to see him? Surely not his land¬ lady, for she knew only too well that he had no money to pay her; yet who was it? He had no other friends since his old teacher, Monsieur Sarrazin, had died. Another knock! He sprang to his feet, laid down his violin and opened the door; before him stood an elder¬ ly lady with snow-white hair, flash¬ ing black eyes and a trim little fig¬ ure. She was dressed in black vel¬ vet, which suited her French type. She could be no other than La Grande-Duchesse de Gerolstein, the wonderful woman so interested in the poor of Paris, in aid of whom she was going to give a concert the next week. “Bonjour, Monsieur Vineron?” “Oui, madam.©, pray what can I do for Your Highness?” “I came here to see the wife of one of my servants who is sick, and I heard you playing a wonderfully sweet piece which I must have played at my concert next week. Would you be willing to do it?” “Madame, it is impossible that you should wish me, a poor musician, to play at your grand concert.” “Ah, will you not play for me? 1 will gladly pay all you ask.” “Ah, ma chere Madame, I will most gladly do it for the honor. It has been my heart’s one desire to have a chance; a chance to show the world what my possibilities are! If this great chance has come at last, I know I can move the people to love my music that comes from the soul.” “Then I will hear you Tuesday evening at the castle.. I must have vour number at the end.” And then she was gone, leaving the man lean¬ ing against the wall, staring at the spot where she had stood. Tuesday, the day of La Grande- Duchesse de Gerolstein’s concert, Vineron sat playing his piece over for the last time. It was hard for him to realize that after twenty years of hard work (for he was now thir¬ ty) his great anticipated chance was to come at last. A knock! Somehow, he hated to open the door. He had a feeling of something cruel which was to happen, but he went slowly to the door, op¬ ened it, and outside stood not the Duchess, but one of her immaculate footmen, with a note for “Monsieur,” written by her daughter. Hastily, Vineron opened it: the first word which caught his eye was “cancelled.” What w r as “cancelled?” He began to read aloud: “Your en¬ gagement to play for my mother will have to be cancelled as she is very ill. Enclosed you will find some money. I am very sorry this should happen, and hope that you will not misunderstand. “Frances Malo Rancouras de Gerol¬ stein” Vineron let the paper fall from his hands and stood motionless, gazing blankly at the floor. Money! He did not want it! He only wanted his chance. He rushed for his hat, hastily picked up the money, and was off to the palace of Page Nine The Pioneer the Duchess to give back the money; he had not even stopped to count it. It was a long walk, but Vineron quickly reached the steps. A butler came in answer to his ring, and Viner¬ on thrust the bills into his hands, and turned to hurry away. The next day, as Vineron was going- out for his morning walk, he encount¬ ered a young lady on the dark, nar¬ row stairs. “Pardon me,” said a very sweet voice, “am I speaking to Monsieur Vineron?” “Yes, Mademoiselle,” came from Vineron in a surprised voice. “Do you want me?” “Yes, let us go out into the street.” So Vineron obediently followed, hardly knowing what to think. Be¬ fore the door stood a carriage from the Gerolstein livery. “Come with me, we can ride and talk!” She stepped into the carriage and Vineron stood on the curb, won¬ dering whether to go, when someone said, “Come!” in such a commanding- voice that he immediately stepped into the carriage, and the footman slammed the door. “You are probably aware of who I am, but are wondering what my er¬ rand can be. I received the money wTiich you would not take, and I can see the reasons for which you return it. I haven’t the courage, however, to tell my mother; she must never know for it would be too great a shock in her present condition. There are also many reasons why you should take it. My mother engaged you to play for her; she paid her other musicians, and they have ac¬ cepted the money. Besides, it would help you to gain your great chance of w ' hich my mother told me. It would give you a little comfort, and my mother a great deal, to think that she had perhaps helped you a little.” Vineron sat staring at Frances Rancouras. She talked to him so earnestly. Why was she so anxious about him? What was he to her? No one had ever been so kind to him before. She saw that he was not going to answer, so she added, “I have done all in my power in pleading -with you for the sake of my mother. Can you be so cold-hearted as to refuse the money now?” “Money is not what I want. It is my chance.” “I will promise you the best chance possible if you will only take this money. You do not realize that my mother is eccentric on the subject of money. She thinks everyone must accept her money when she wishes to give it away.” They were back at Vineron’s door. He stepped out, and she held out her hand, which contained the money. All that she said was “Please!” Yet the tone and manner in which she said that single word would have made even a king stoop. Vineron took the money from her hand, and thrust it into his pocket. Bowing, he turned and walked into his lodgings. This morning seemed to put a new feeling into Vineron. He picked up his violin, as was his custom when he came in from his morning walk. The music came with no effort on his part. He sat playing for hours, The Pioneer Page Ten and without, realizing it he had flayed melodies which were strangely beauti¬ ful. One he played a number of times, until it grew into a piece which seemed to tell of the man’s hopes and fears, his struggles,—and there came a few happy, hopeful notes to prophe¬ sy the fulfilment of his dreams. Two months later, on a bleak, cold February morning, Vineron had an overwhelming surprise,—a letter from the Duchess asking him to come and play for her that afternoon at four. Promptly at that hour, Vineron was at her home. The butler showed him into a small room, and told him the Duchess would like to have him be¬ gin playing then. The cold had put Vineron in a lively mood. He com¬ menced to play a fast waltz of his own composition. As he became warmer, the quick piece changed into a slower, more solemn strain, like a stately, majestic march. When he had finished he glanced up. Before him stood Pier Majesty Queen Marie. “Oh! quel musicien!” she ex¬ claimed. Vineron, startled, and not knowing how to behave, rose, made a deep bow and rushed from the room. He hurried on until he encountered the Duchess. After some explanation, he went back and asked the Queen’s par¬ don for his strange behavior. The Queen replied that under one condi¬ tion she would grant it. Vineron was only too glad to do something to make amends for his shameful behavior. The Queen went on to state that the condition was that he should be leading court musi¬ cian. Vineron could only bow acknowledgment, but he knew that his chance had come. DOROTHY B. SKILLEN, ’13. HANNAH WOOD’S STORY It seems only yesterday and yet it has been sixteen years since Sir How¬ ard Wood sent for me to come to the Towers and live with him and his motherless daughter Bertha, a baby of two years. I remember the first time I saw little Bertha and exclaimed of her beauty, how her father had said, “She will never be as beautiful as her mother.” Howard was wrong. At eighteen, Bertha was very beautiful, tall, and slightly built, with perfectly shaped hands and feet. Straight dark brows over-arched the deep blue eyes, and rich masses of golden brown hair were drawn from a face more lovely than her mother’s had been. Glancing out of the window, I saw r her and Godfrey Wood walking in the garden. Bertha was holding a bunch of roses in her hands, and Godfrey, handsome and eager, was stooping and whispering to her earnestly. Then he took a rosebud from the bunch; put it for a moment to her smiling lips; then kissed it reverently, and put it away. A few moments later they both came in, Bertha blush¬ ing, and my soldier nephew, Godfrey, looking handsomer than ever, with a proud light in his dark hazel eyes. They did not think that I guessed their secret, and that I knew the white rosebud was already fading against the soldier’s heart. Page Eleven The Pioneer Sir Howard, little as he seemed to know how his daughter spent her days, was very quick to find out that Godfrey loved Bertha. “Hannah,” he said to me one day, looking out of the window to where Bertha and Godfrey were, “I want you to see that Bertha is not with God¬ frey so much. He is getting too fond of her, and besides, Sir Robert West has asked me for Bertha’s hand.” “Sir Robert West,” I exclaimed, trembling at his words. “Howard, he is a bad man. Would you give Bertha to him?” “I choose that my child shall be¬ come mistress of West Hall,” replied Howard in a voice of determination, and T said no more, though from w r hat I had seen and heard of Sir Robert West, I had rather have laid Bertha in her grave than see her be¬ come his wife. One day my brother announced that Sir Robert West was coming over to dinner, and was going to stay a few days at the Towers for shooting Bertha made up a face, and said, “That dreadful man; he gives me the horrors.” “Bertha,” said her father, speaking sternly, “speak with more respect of Sir Robert after this.” The next day Sir Robert West came to the Towers, and I trembled when I saw his dark, cruel eyes rest on Bertha’s fair face. Bertha was soon told by her father that she was to marry Sir Robert West. She begged and pleaded, but his only answer was, “I lay my com¬ mands upon you, and I expect to be obeyed.” Then turning his eyes toward Bertha’s face, he said, “Never will I consent to your marrying God¬ frey. He has had the assurance to ask for your hand, and I have forbid¬ den him to enter the Towers until after your marriage.” Bertha’s whole frame shook with sobs but they were of no avail. Bertha obeyed her father, and within three weeks she accepted Sir Robert West, and with a look of tri¬ umph on his evil face, he placed a diamond ring of great value on her reluctant hand, looking straight into her sad eyes as he did so, while Bertha shivered from head to foot as she returned his gaze. As soon as he had gone she burst into tears, and I wept to think of the life before her. Howard so carefully guarded Box tha that she had not been able to see God¬ frey since the day of the rose inci¬ dent, though he had tried in vain to see her. The time drew near for the wed¬ ding, and Sir Robert’s face grew dark with rage to see Bertha growing paler and paler. At last, returning from a walk one day, Bertha exclaimed that she was going to a ball which Sir Robert had desired her to attend, and which she had declined. Sir Robert seemed pleased at her determination, and bought her a dia¬ mond necklace. “You must wear this to the ball,” he said. Bertha thanked him in an agitated manner and allowed him to clasp the necklace around her slim white throat, but when he stooped and, whispering, “my privilege, fairest Bertha,” kissed her, she turned pale as death. The Pioneer Page Twelve “Tears and cold looks for me,” he muttered bitterly, “and smiles and love for another. However, when you are my Lady West, things must be different.” Bertha did not wear the necklace to the ball, but a simple string of pearls, and she explained to me that she had rather have a noose around her neck than those diamonds. Upon reaching the ball I saw the reason for Bertha’s coming. Godfrey •was there. For a few minutes in the evening I saw them together. God¬ frey was whispering something in her ear and talking very earnestly, when through the crowd came Sir Robert West to claim the next dance. He glared at Godfrey, who returned the look with head erect and eyes flash¬ ing. After the dance he noticed that Bertha had not his necklace on, and so he demanded why. “I preferred to wear pearls,” she answered. “Oh, I thought perhaps you had given them to that Godfrey for a re¬ membrance.” “Your diamonds are safe,” Bertha replied, “but I choose what ornaments I like. I am my own mistress yet.” “By my faith, you won’t be long ' he answered, in a passion. The ball was soon over and we got into our carriage for home. It was a long ride to the Towers and long be¬ fore we reached it I fell asleep. When I awoke we were still riding, but were going very fast, and the carriage was swinging from side to side. “Where are we, Bertha?” I demand¬ ed. Then the poor girl broke into tears, and told me that Godfrey was driving. In an instant I understood and demanded that they stop, turn, and go home. “Aunt Hannah, did you ever love anyone?” asked Bertha. “Yes,” I replied. “Then you know why it is impossi¬ ble for me to marry Sir Robert West.” In five hours more we were over the border, and in less than an hour Godfrey and Bertha were married. “She is my daughter no longer,” said Sir Howard Wood. But in less than a year, as we sat around the fire in the Towers, feeling lonesome, we heard the sound of wheels outside, and in came Bertha and Godfrey. Go¬ ing up to her father, Bertha knelt down and asked if he had forgiven her and Godfrey. Gathering her into his arms, Howard answered “Yes.” He then turned and shook hands with Godfrey. MARY A. TURNER, ’12. French IV. 1 ranslating “La Tulipe Noire” “Cornelius baisa passionement le bout des doigts.” M. E. M.-ntg-m-ry, “Cornelius low¬ ered passionately the tips of the fin¬ gers.” —“presque aussitot qu ’il a soupe.” E. F-tts, “almost as soon as he had slippered.” —“un corps etendue pres d’ un banc de bois.” M. E. M., “a body extended near the wood-pile.” “mon unique heritiere.” F. N-ch-ls, “my unique heir.” “ils avaient bu.” R. B. M-nsf-ld, ‘they had dranken.” The Pioneer Page Thirteen HOW SHE SIZED IT UP “Miss Marie Evelina Van Cleve, of this city, is visiting her cousin, Miss Janet Crosby, at the latter’s home in Colebrook, N. H.” So read the “Que¬ bec Daily Item,” and Miss Van Cleve was indeed at her cousin ' s home. It was the evening after the “great game,” and she sat in her room writ¬ ing a letter to her mother. “Dear Mother,” the letter ran, “I have told you of all the happenings up to the events of this afternoon. I saw what was called a “bawl” game. You know I never saw one before and I never want to see another. Janet was quite excited over it. The score was 15 to 3, whatever that means, but Janet said it was “great.” She uses such slang expressions that I am quite disgusted with her. Well, first we went to a big field where a lot of hoards were ranged about the three sides. The boards were crowd¬ ed with people but Janet and I man¬ aged to find seats. We sat there some time watching a lot of boys, dressed in clown rigs, hitting at balls with sticks. I think the balls must have been rubber because when they hit the sticks they bounded off. Janet said the boys were practising, though it isn’t the way I practise. Just then they all began to run off to different places. One boy stood in a little hole¬ holding one of the sticks in his hand. Another fellow about sixty feet away threw a ball at him but the boy with the stick held the stick in front of him and the ball did not hit him. As the ball went past the stick a boy standing behind the “batter”—that is what Janet called him—who had a skimmer tied over his face, caught the ball in a kind of bag which was tied on his hand. Then after a little while, another boy took the stick, and so on. Whenever the ball hit the stick everyone jumped up and down... screeching and clapping their hands. Then the fellow would drop the stick, duck his head, and run at another fel¬ low. If he got past him, he would run at another. If the first fellow he ran at could get hold of the ball he would throw it after him, but none of the boys got hit. After watching for some time I got so tired of it that I came back to the house and left Janet at the game. She came home later and told her folks that it was a fine game, but I don’t think so. 1 think it is a very rough game. I am coming home tomorrow because I don’t like this place very well. 1 don’t like “bawl” games. I would rather play croquet. Your loving daughter, Marie Evelina. DOROTHY TURNER, ’13. Carpenter—“Didn’t I tell you to no¬ tice when the glue boiled over?” Assistant—“I did. It was quarter past ten.” —EV. RECEIPE FOR FLUNKS Take a string of bluffs, stir in one pound of thin excuses, add a few class parties, sift in a little time for athle¬ tic enthusiasm, flavor well with moon¬ light bottled during evening strolls, boil well, stir before using, and serve hot at the end of each term. —Ex. The Pioneer Page Fourteen A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY “There is no use talking, John must have a birthday party,” said Mr. Francis to himself, “and my wife must not know about it, either. But the vital question is, where shall 1 get the money?” This worried him; coal was high, and food and clothes were, also. His mind gradually thought of everything in the house until it landed on his every-day suit. It had always been too small for him. That was enough. Monday morning found him coming triumphantly home from the tailor ' s with two doll ars and seventy cents in his pocket. He stopped at one or two places and bought a few trifles which he predicted would please Johnny. On Tuesday morning, Mrs. Francis, while shopping, saw, to her surprise, her husband walking with Mrs. Fuller. They entered a store together. The Fullers and the Francises had always disliked each other, so you may imagine the shock it gave Mrs. Ffrancis. It certainly was her hus¬ band, because he wore the only suit like that in the town. She crossed the street and waited outside the door, prepared for the worst. Her heart was beating rapidly as she heard steps nearing the door. She stepped behind some boxes, and as the door opened, she rushed out, knocking the boxes over, and exclaiming “Frank, what does this mean?” when she saw to her great surprise that it was no other than Mr. Fuller, who accom¬ panied his wife. Mr. Fulle.’ quickly saw the mistake, and began laughing, while Mrs. Full¬ er explained it to Mrs. Francis. They walked home together, all three, and from that day to this, have always been the best of friends,—and Johnny had his party. RANDALL CUMMINGS, T5. TWINS “I want Billie and Evelyn to meet,” said little Mrs. Richards, one Febrm ary evening as she and her husband sat chatting before the fire. “You mean you want Evelyn Ray¬ mond to change her last name to Livingston,” said John Richards. “Well, they would have to meet be¬ fore she changed it, surely. I wish I could remember who Jack is engaged to. He sent me his announcement but I can not remember the girl’s name ” “At what time do Evelyn and Elinor arrive?” “At nine, it -is now eight, I will tell James to meet them with the limousine.” Billie Livingston was at the station to meet a college friend. But seeing Evelyn Raymond standing alone as if waiting for someone, he recognized in her Elinor Raymond, a girl with whom he had fallen deeply in love a year before and of whom he had lost all trace since. With this in mind he walked up to her. Evelyn Ray¬ mond thought him a chauffeur and spoke to him. “Will you please drive me to the Pines?” “Yes, Miss,” answered the surprised Billie. “This is a good joke,” he Page Fifteen The Pioneer thought, “to have Elinor Raymond of all people take me for a chauffeur.” “Is this the Pines?” asked Evelyn. “Here is yqur pay,” and with that she dismissed Livingston. Hearing someone give the bell two sharp rings, Mrs. Richards flew to the door, thinking the twins stood out¬ side. “Good evening, Evelyn. Where is Elinor?” “Elinor was taken sick, so I had to come alone. But she told me to tell you she would try and be here for the skating carnival the twenty-eighth, and the dance on the twenty-ninth.” At a dance given the next evening, Evelyn Raymond was introduced to Billie Livingston. She did not recog¬ nize in him her chauffeur of the even¬ ing before. Her dance order was filled so Billie got no chance to talk with her. He thought it very strange that she treated him so much like a stranger. Other dances and rides followed, but Evelyn always had oth¬ er partners. Only two more daj ' S, and he had not had a chance to say three whole sentences to her. “Mrs. Richards, I have hardly seen Miss Raymond this week. Will you plan it so she will be my partner at the carnival?” asked Billie. “Haven’t you been her partner at any of the dances or rides?” “No. not one, and I do want her all to myself for one evening.” Elinor Raymond and Jack Roberts came unexpectedly the morning of the carnival. They came on the same train, and no one was there to meet them. Jack Roberts was engaged to Evelyn Raymond, and when he saw her twin at the station he thought it was Evelyn. He attempted to speak to her. She thought he was one of the guests from the Pines, and she stepped into a waiting auto. Jack thought it a good joke and took her to his Aunt’s, returning the auto later At tbe carnival Elinor Raymond ana Jack were partners. Mrs. Richards, true to her promise, had arranged to have Billie and Evelyn together. Billie told her of his love. Evelyn was, of course, surprised as she had known him for such a short time. She told him that she was engaged At the same time Jack tried to make love to Elinor, but she resented it. He reminded her of their engagement. Elinor looked bewildered until Evelyn and Billie skated past them. “Why, it must be my twin you’re engaged to. I am Elinor Raymond.” “And I am engaged to Evelyn Ray¬ mond,” said Jack. “Let’s skate after Evelyn. Does she know you have come?” “No. I think not. I thought I was bringing her up from the station, but it was you.” Overtaking Evelyn they told her of the mistakes they had made, when suddenly Billie began to laugh. “Well, I am mighty glad you were engaged, Miss Evelyn, because if you hadn’t been, you might have accepted me, and it is your sister I want. Do you temember this? asked Billie of Evelyn as he drew a fifty-cent piece from his pocket. “You gave me this the night you came.” At Mrs. Richards’ dance the next evening, another engagement was an¬ nounced. Not Evelyn, but Elinor, will change her last name to Livingston. BEATRICE E. PERRY, T3. The Pioneer Page Sixteen AN AFTERNOON’S ADVEN¬ TURE “My! but I’m glad that I haven’t got. to be out in this storm,” said Beth to herself, as she looked out of the living-room window, to see the air filled with whirling snow-flakes. The bitter wind blew them in all di¬ rections, and made her fairly shiver to look at them. “I’m all alone, except for cook, and this is just the time to read that old novel of Aunt Sara’s that I saw in her room the other day. She told me that I might take it to read any time I liked. I’ll go and get it,” she thought. Suiting the action to the word, she got the book, and returned to the living-room. She drew up a spacious arm-chair before the huge fire-place, where two immense logs wore burning. She seated herself and soon became deeply absorbed in her story. It was a tale of old England in the time of gallant knights and fair ladies. The heroine was a beautiful damsel with dusky hair, eyes of the softest brown, and a sweet, senstive mouth. She was tall and stately, and graceful as a lily. The hero was sturdily built, with broad shoulders and muscles of iron w ' hich betokened woe unto his adversary. He was tall, and had the clear blue eyes and flax¬ en hair that marked him to be of Saxon descent. He had gone to a tournament sev¬ eral leagues distant, when it seemed to Beth that in some way or other, she had become .entangled in the story. She saw clearly what a splen¬ did figure he made, seated on his horse, and clad in bright armor. He was wearing her favor, a scarf of royal purple satin, embroidered with amethysts. She sat with the lords and ladies of the court, where beauty and mag¬ nificence were manifested on all sides. The splendor and brilliancy of the attire of both lords and ladies alike fairly dazzled little Beth, born and bred in our modern times. The opening event of the tourna¬ ment was a tilting match between Beth’s hero and a Norman baron of high rank. They each start at op¬ posite ends of the field and ride at each ether at full speed. Beth watches breathlessly! Now they meet! There is a crash, and the baron is thrown from his horse! Beth’s hero dismounts, the baron rises slow¬ ly. and they continue the combat on foot. They are so evenly matched that the contest is extremely excit¬ ing. Oh! Beth’s hero has fallen heavily! The baron stands haughtily aside while he slowly regains his feet. The struggle is renewed with redoubled vigor. “How magnificently he fights,” says Beth to herself, and surely, she does not mean the baron. Ah! The baron is thrown from his feet by a clever thrust from the lance of Beth’s hero. He does not rise. They take him from the fie badly wounded. Upon examination, his wound is not pronounced fatal. Beth’s hero has won the tilt. After receiving the prize, a miniature lance of gold, richly inlaid with precious stones, lie makes his way toward Beth. How her heart beats! “Beth! Beth! Wake up! Supper’s all ready,” cried her mother, gently shaking her. Page Seventeen The Pioneer ‘What—what? Have I been asleep? Oh dear, I was having the most ex¬ citing adventure!” replied ' , Beth, “Why did you wake me up just at that critical moment?” MARION E. PARK, ’12. A STORY OF DIXIE LAND “Wa’al, now, as I was a-tellin’ yo’, missy. Yo’ grandfa’er, Massa Lee, was a right brave, smart man, an’ when dem Yankees corned down hyar, he jes took his pop gun an’ went right after dem. Missus, dats yo’ ma, walked right up to dat cap’n jes as dignified as could be, when he asks can he go through de house. She says, ‘No! Yo’ cain’t!’ and fol’s her arms so fashion. Wa’al honey, yo’ see dem was de times when dey hid de powder an’ shot in de houses. Dem was great ole times, dey was. Yo’ ma she knowed dat de powder an’ shot was hid in her room, an’ she warn’t goin’ ter let dem Yankees get it eff she could help it. But de cap’n he say he hab got to, by de orders ob de gen’rui. ’Tween yo’ an’ me, missy, t’warn’t de powder she didn’t want him to get, but twas- yo’ pa. He corned home de night befo’ to see us. Lors, honey, mebbe we weren’t glad to see him! Wa’al, dem soldiers dey jes walk right through de house an’ opened all he do’s, nebber saying, ‘By yo’ leab.’ Yas, honey, dey did jes dat. When dey came to de do’ ob yo’ ma’s room it was locked, an’ she was a-standin’ in front ob it. De cap’n, he say, ‘Open dat do’.’ Yo’ ma, she say, ‘No, I won’t; ma chile’s asleep in thar.’ But she talked pret¬ ty loud so yo’ pa could heah jes’ what she said. Dey foun’ it warn’t no use to ask yo’ ma to let dem in, so dey jes right up an’ smash dat do’ in quicker’n yo’ can say ‘Jack Robin¬ son.’ Dey found yo’ and yo’ doll a- sleepin’ peacefully in bed, as yo’ ma said. Dey tipped ebrything upside down, but couldn’t fin’ nothin. Dey went away disgusted, an’ we went back up thar, an’ dere was yo’ pa jes’ crawlin’ out ob dat trunk in de corner, where one ob de niggers had put him when he heerd yo’ ma a- talkin’ to dem soldiers on de fron’ po’ch. He packed a lots ob clo’s ober him an’ dem soldiers dey jes’ opened de trunk an looked in, an’ didn’t stop to ’vestigate. Wa’al, it’s high time yo’ was a-hed. Come ’long, honey.” HILDA PRENTISS, ’13. We went into the garden, We wandered o’er the land, The moon was shining brightly, I held her little—shawl. Yes, I held her little shawl, (How fast the evening flies). We spoke in tones of love, I gazed into her—lunch-basket. I gazed into her lunch-basket, I wished I had a taste. Here sat my lovely darling, My arm around her—umbrella. Embracing her umbrella. This charming little miss, Her eyes were full of mischief, 1 shyly stole a—sandwich. —Ex. What does the cow say? Ask Edith P., T2. The Pioneer Page Eighteen JIMMIE’S VACATION Deer Cousin Fred, You’d oughter been here last week. Me an Tubby Biggs had a dandy time. There wasn’t no school all the week, an Tubby an me both got new skates for Christmas, an maybe we didn’t have some fun skating on Oak Pond. You Temember Lizzie Smith, don’t you, that tow-headed gurl what lives side of Tubby? Well, she’s just crazy over him, an he just hates her. The first day we went skating, she come tagging along with me an Tub¬ by, and we tried lots of ways to get rid of her. Finally Tubby, he went an hid behind a tree, and left me with Lizzie. Lizzie started crying, an gee, she most drownded me! I told her if she’d sit down on the old wall side of the pond, an wait, Fd go an find Tubby for her. Then I went off, an Tubby an me met on the next corner, sneaked round to the other end of the pond, an skated till most dark. I s’pose Lizzie stayed there most all the afternoon. The next day I was going over to Tubby’s house, an ali of a sudden, Lizzie’s big broth¬ er Bill come out an grabbed me by the neck. Gee, maybe he didn’t shake me! I thought Fd have to pick up my teeth one at a time an take them home in my pocket! Then he punched me, an kicked me. Bimeby he let go of me, an went off. I went home, an went in the back door, an up the back stairs, an went to bed. Perhaps I didn’t ache all over! Pret¬ ty soon Ma come up, an I told her I got mixed up in a hockey game. 1 felt kinder guilty, cause she don’t like to have me lie to her, but I knew if I told her the truth, she’d tell Pa, an he’d lick me for fighting, an 1 thought bimeby after I got over be¬ ing so lame, Fd tell him, an he could lick me if he wanted to. Oh, say, Fred, we had a regular circus last Wed. night. You know that tent Fve got out in my yard, an the one Mike Doane’s got right next to it. Wed. night you know how warm it was for this time of year, so Ma said me an Tubby could sleep out in my tent, if we took an old feather-bed an some blankets. Mike Doane found out we was going to be out there, so he an Skinny Taylor slept in his tent. About midnight there was an awful noise under my bed. Sounded as if somebody was groaning something awful, an Tubby an me was most scared to death. It kept up for about half an hour, an then stopped. I didn’t dare look un¬ der the bed, an course Tubby was lots scareder than I was. Pretty soon the groaning started again, an I just told Tubby I was going to find out what it was, so when it stopped again I looked under the bed. There wasn’t nothing there, so I kinder had a clue about what it might be. I went out ar.ound the back of the tent, an pretty soon I found out what it was. Say. you’d never guess! That Mike Doane had taken a piece of garden hose an put it across be¬ tween the tents, and he an Skinny had been hollering into one end, an the sound come out of the other end, under my bed. I sneaked out, an went in the house an got a big pail of cold water, an Tubby an me poured the water in the end of the hose, an then blew in it as hard as we could, an the Page Nineteen The Pioneer water went all over Mike an Skinny. They’ve been madder than hornets ever since. I kinder guess I’d better stop, cause I just heard Ma say supper was most ready. Hope you had as good a vaca¬ tion as I did. Your cousin, JIMMIE. Different Ways of Addressing the Teacher Freshie—“Please, ma’am, I didn’t understand what you said.” Soph.—“I didn’t quite understand.” Junior—“What d’you say?” Senior—“Huh?” —Ex. Probably our future “white hope” may be found among the fair sex ac¬ cording to the demonstration given on the girl’s side of the lunch-room a few weeks ago. What might have been a serious conflict between E. F-y and V. Br-gh-m was averted by the coolness of our sub j master, who. like ex-President Roosevelt, was the dove of peace. In the French class: Teacher—“What is the word for yes in French?” T—“Oui.” Teacher—“How is it spelled?” T—(intently thinking) “0-U-” Teacher—“0-U-what?” T—(looking vacantly into space) “O-U-kid.” —Ex. French III. “L’angelus! Deja!” “The angels! Already!” ATHLETICS Basketball Season 1911-1912. The basketball quintet representing Reading High for the season of 1911- 12 has so far made a very brilliant record. The credit for this must be given to the boys, who worked hard and well and have overcome all ob’ stacles under Captain Hartshorn and Coach Carroll, who has always kept them keyed up to the highest pitch of enthusiasm Dec. 2 the first game was played wdth the Wakefield Independents at Reading, and resulted in a victory for Reading. The following Thursday Reading High went to Melrose and played Melrose High at the Y. M. C. A. gym. in a fast game, and as at end of the game the score was a tie, the captains decided to leave it as it was, and wait for the return game. On Saturday, Dec. 9, Reading again defeated Wakefield in a rough game. Friday, Dec. 15, Winchester jour¬ neyed to Reading to try their luck here, but were defeated in a fast and interesting game. On Friday, Dec. 22, the Alumni played the High School, and defeated them, 21-14. The boys worked hard, but the grads proved too much for them. After the Christmas holidays the boys, with two of the regulars out, de¬ feated the Alumni, 11-7, on Jan. 6. Since the game at Melrose the boys looked forward to the return game here, but R. H. S. was defeated, 21-18. Saturday, Jan. 13, Reading defeated Allen School at Newton, 20-11. At Milton, on Wednesday, Jan. 17, m The Pioneer Page Twenty Reading defeated the strong Milton team, 17-12, in a fast and well-played game. The playing of Gibbons and MacLeod was the feature. Saturday, Jan. 20, Lynn Classical played here, and Reading easily de¬ feated them, 60-16. Stembridge and MacLeod starred. At this time individual stars can not be chosen, as all the boys are playing well, and with credit to the school. ROMEO MICH ELINI, ’12, Sporting Editor. CLASS ALPHABET, CLASS ’12 A is for Abbott, who from North Reading hails, B is for Buck, who in school never fails. C stands for Currell, who plays bas¬ ketball, D is for Doris who is not very tall. E is for Eisenhaure, black hair has she, F stands for Foster, our vice-presi¬ dent, he. G is for Gage, the “J. G. T.” star, H is for Helen, who comes on the car. I stands for Isaac ot very wide fame, J stands for Jeanette, you know her last name. K is for Kinsman, a decided blonde, L stand for Laurie, of whom every¬ one is fond. M is for Morrison, whom we some¬ times hear sneeze, N is for Nelson, he gets reports off (?) with ease. O is for the owl who once perched in a tree, P stands for Patrick, a business man¬ ager, he. Q is for Quinlan, who lives not very near, II stands for Raymond, who came from Revere. S stands for Stevens, Marion and Frank, T is for Turner, she plays many a prank. IJ stands for Us, a great class are we, V stands for Victory, which we all like to see. W is for Warren, our Junior class grind, X is a quantity in Math, hard to find. Y is for Young, who cheers for our team, Z stands for zealous, which all of us seem. MILDRED AKERLEY, T3. Carrie is an excellent housekeeper; in fact, she is always Dustin. Will Ruby B. Mansfield ten years hence? M. M-ntg-m-ry, walking backwards, ran into an electric light. “Oh, ex¬ cuse me!” she exclaimed sweetly. At last 1912 has entirely outgrown its childhood! W. Cail has appeared in long trousers. C. J-n-s, T2, firmly believes he has a perfect right to talk to himself if he wants to. French II B. “Certaines fleurs sont sauvages, certaines autres sont cultivees.” Miss P-w-rs—“Certain flowers are wild, certain others are civilized.” Page Twenty-one The Pioneer “That automobile was expeeding the seed limit.”—M. E. P-rk, ’12. E. M. P. and M. E. M., ’12—“Is this a bargain which I see before me?” Certain Sophomore boys object to being obliged to walk home when they go on a slfeighing party. Teacher (after fire-drill)—“Why, where did you go?” Pupil—“We didn’t go. We just turned around and came back.”—Ex. Notice: All jokes handed to the editors should be written on tissue paper, so that we may be able to see through them. —Ex. I. V-ill-rs, T2, says a “catastrophe” is a great “kerplunk.” ???????? R. B. M., T2. French IV.: Miss E.—“Will you please translate. Miss C—?” D. C-mm-ngs (translating)—“I did not say no.” It sounded rather suspicious when G. P., ’12, asked Miss G— how to write “announcement.” It’s Leap Year, you know. Soph.—“It’s all over the school!” Fresh. (excitedly) —“What?” S,oph. (calmly)—“The roof, little one.” —Ex. In Alg. I A, C. G-dr-dg- suddenly made the discovery, after due de¬ liberation, that x plus x actually equals 2x. ELECTRICAL CONTRACTORS READING LIVERY AND BOARD¬ ING STABLE Cor. Gould and Ash Streets U. G. BISBEE, Prop. Special attention paid to boarders. Horse Clip¬ ping a Specialty. I have bought out the Cesspool and Vault Cleaning branch of the business of John Stock, and will execute that work with promptness and despatch. FURNITURE MOVING AND JOBBING WESTON EMERY ..Florists.. AUBURN STREET “Johnny,” said the teacher, “if you had five eggs in a basket, and laid two on the table,how many would you have?” “Seven,” said Johnny. Ex. PRENTISS VIALL ...INSURANCE... Room 3, Masonic Block Reading Tufts College Tufts College Medical School Dental School The building has recently been enlarged and remodelled Offers a four years’ graded course including all branches of Scientific and Practical Medicine. The labor¬ atories are extensive and fully equipped. Clinical instruction is given in the various hospitals of Bos¬ ton which afford facilities only to be found in a large city. Three years’ graded course, cover¬ ing a 1 1 branches o f Dentistry. Laboratory and scientific courses are given in connection with the Medical School. Clinical facilities unsur¬ passed. 30,000 treatments being made annually in the Infirmary. For detailed information regarding admission requirements to either school, or for a catalogue, apply to FREDERIC M. BRIGGS, M. D., Secretary, Tufts College Medical and Dental Schools, 416 Huntington Avenue, Boston, Mass. Fish is Brain Food WE SELL FRESH FISH Get your Brain Food at the Rockport Fish Market TELEPHONE 76 “I woke up with a start last night, and thought my watch was gone.” “Well, was it?” ‘‘No, but it was going.” —Ex. GEORGE H. ATKINSON CO. Telephone 70 . • • i � r WHOLESALE AND RETAIL The Price You Pay for Flour is not always an indication of quality. But when the brand of flour is REGENT that indicates Quality FRANCIS BROTHERS Furniture, Ranges and Carpets FOR CASH OR INSTALMENTS Agents for Crawford and Glenwood Ranges, Sherwin-Williams Co. Paints. Esti¬ mates given on Steam, Hot Water and Furnace Heating ; also on Plumbing HAVEN STREET - - READING, MASS. Fred Wallace GROCER The Oldest Grocery in Town 189 MAIN STREET - - READING u Do you understand base ball?” “Perfectly; but why does that man run so hard with nobody after him?” —Ex. Wrathy teacher (rappingon his desk), “Order, order!” Pupil (awakening), “Ham and eggs, please!” —Ex. THE LATEST MODELS IN Elmwood Inn .. Dress Shoes.. READING Moderate MASS. Prices F. H. MARTIN, Prop. Bancroft’s Shoe Store READING, MASS. HODSON BROTHERS DEALERS IN Paints, Wall Papers, Mouldings, Etc., Graining, Painting, Paper Hanging, Kalsomining, Whitewashing, Etc. All Kinds of House Repairs Post Office Box 103 STORE HAVEN STREET Ground Gripper Shoes For Men and Women CURE FLAT FOOT OR FALLEN ARCH We have the sole agency for Reading HALL MACFARLAND HAVEN STREET Acts Unjustly. He often acts unjustly who does not do a certain thing; not only he who does a certain thing.—Marcus Aurelius. The Point of View. The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable, for the happy impute all their success to prudence or merit.—Dean Swift. “Blissie” ...FOR... r Books Miss Bungalow Bags Skates A. M. Bliss 36 Temple St. Reading Opera Belts Glasses V J Mass. ARTHUR W. TEMPLE ..Everything in Real Estate.. MORTGAGES INSURANCE 35 Temple St. READING JUSTICE OF THE PEACE Tel. 223-5 ZEbc Brt Shop Telephone 199 M BANK BUILDING .... READING, MASS EMBROIDERY AND MATERIAL EASTMAN SUPPLIES DEVELOPING AND PRINTING PICTURE FRAMING Circulating Library 2 c. a Day Edgerly Bessom Z. M. Saunders Undertakers Second-hand Furniture, Springs, Branches Mattresses, Beds, Iron Beds NO. READING Ranges, Parlor Stoves, Carpets, Etc. RYNNFIELD Tel. Con. Reading,Mass. P. O. Square Reading, Mass. FOR SC HOOL SUPPLIES Charlie Yee AT BOTTOM PRICES . .GO TO... First-Class Laundry E. C. METCALF Teacher. “Tommy, do you know, Main Street - Reading Square ‘How doth the little busy bee? 1 ” Tommy, “No; I only know he doth it.” —Ex. 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PRICES FOR VULCANIZING This is up to 3 inch Blowouts; all over 3 inches $1.00 per inch : 28 x U and 3 inch hoes $2.50 30 x 3 u 34 “ 44 3.00 30 x 4 (( 44 “ u 4.00 32 x 3 u 34 “ u 3.00 32 x 4 u 4£ “ u 4.00 34 x 3 u 3 “ 44 3.00 34 x 4 u H “ 44 4.00 36 x 4 u 44 “ and 50 u cents for every 4 inch larger 4.50 Agent for the Overland Wheel Bicycle Repairing and Vulcanizing I The Pioneer i y V ► ' : ' V£oV‘V v , ■ ' hr- v ■ Tv.Vt ' f y K rjfi JU ; ii« rat , 5 r ; 0 rti C «■ A Iff T. BM MjK B g f . ' - MH - ' ' ’ . T w£v-Vi XTj ' ' ' Sp-fW M XtijtiCQt, . ' 3®’ • r‘ irtf .i ' f - • 4 :., -■ - r -f ‘i “� f v� C.-V� i ij wWPPt ? V :f2-.iar .• ■ mwm !V ' j| ‘tJCi r p% Jt.y •Axi tm — •Vjwv II ■ i£ £ ’ • «;. ;. t -., v|;_i|| 3 || i SoS «S }« WMiiMm t : w. , ?‘3 • -J rW • •■■ ;• ' Jf. ■ 1 1 ' y ■ e S W-f 5 ' .t’«S. Jv MS? ± i- APRILgJUMBER Reading High School 1912 . j il ffi... 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Freshman (at football game)—“Look at them in all that mud. How will they ever get clean?” Second Freshman— “Huh! What do you suppose the scrub team’s for?” J. CUNEO COMPANY CHOICE FRUITS, CONFECTIONERY AND TOBACCO CORNER HAVEN AND MAIN STS. HEADING, MASS. TELEPHONE CONNECTION WM. READ SON BOSTON, MASS. Athletic Outfitters ESTABLISHED 1820 Complete assortment of Basket Ball, Track, Hocke y and Gymnasium Supplies. Base Ball Uniforms and Supplies our specialty. Walter K. Badger Real Estate and Insurance of all Kinds Justice of the Peace The Public Market W. A. RICH, Prop. Dealer in Beef, Pork, Lamb, Poultry, Hams, Lard, etc. Vegetables in their season. Haven St. Atkinson’s Building READING SQUARE LEADING Tel. 193-3 FIRST NATIONAL BANK AFTER THE CONCERT She, “It must be fine to sing in the READING Glee Club!” He, “It ought to be fine or imprison¬ ment.” Capital $50,000 F. A. Marshall Safe Deposit Boxes $5.00 Per Year Room 1 Masonic Block POULTRY AND PIGEON LEG BANDS 94 Bancroft Ave., Reading Eames’ Park Martin’s Pond Camps and Bungalows for sale. Easy terms. Camps to let by week, month or season. Skillful Barbering -AT— M. O. Howes’ Shop A. M Allen. 77 Bancroft Avenue Tel. 289 69 Haven St., Reading £ggp= All customers assured prompt attention. Tommy, crying, came out of a room where his father was tacking down carpets. ‘‘Why, Tommy, what’s the matter?” asked his mother. “P—pop hit his finger with the ham¬ mer.” “Well, you needn’t cry at a thing like that. Why didn’t you laugh?” “I d—did. ” HOUSE PAINTING Wood Finishing, KaIsomining and Whitewashing in all branches FIRST-CLASS PAPER HANGER W. F. COOK Shop, Haven st. House, 241 Main st. Tel. Reading- 129-W G Ho HAWES, Prop. New and second-hand Automobiles— any make—Stock Michelin Tires—Prest- o-Lite Service— Storage — Supplies — .Repairing. Winter Storage at very reasonable rates. Speaking of they all say “it is the best they ever ate.” Ten times the cost could not produce a richer cream This Year’s Prices 40 cents 20 cents per quart per pint Gibbons, 1. b. J. Geary, r. f. J. Carroll, coach H. Stembridge, c. L. Buck, sub. R. Michelini, sub. C. Hartshorn, (capt.) r. b. G. Robinson, sub. A. MacLeod, 1. f. READING HIGH BASKET BALL TEAM, ’11-12 APRIL NUMBER TEN CENTS A COPY (!% JJtmtm 1912 fUnarii uf lEtotnrs Editor-in-Chief FLORENCE L. McKAY Business Managers HERBERT L. PATRICK ALBERT H. WALSH Sporting Editor ROMEO MICHELINI Alumni Editor ABBY A. FLINT Advisory Editors MISS E. MARJORIE SHAND MISS MYRTLE E. JENSEN Class Editors Isabelle Villiers, ’12 August MacLeod, ’12 Florence Nichols, ’12 Grace Flint, ’13 Helen Kershaw, ’13 Ernest Leach, ’13 Madeline Wehrle, ’14 Gould Ruggles, ’14 Gordon Allen, ’15 EDITORIAL THE GOOD NEW SPRING TIME Almost everyone enjoys the begin¬ ning of anything, more than the finish, especially if it is something that they like a great deal. That is why we enjoy spring; for it is the real beginning of the year, the first of all the seasons. It gives us the first taste of the fine days to follow, and of the beautiful weather which will be with us through the long summer. As a great deal of the pleas¬ ure in anything lies in the anticipation of it, the spring gives to us the time and the means to anticipate the joys of the coming summer weather; and for this alone the springtime is both enjoy¬ able and beneficial. The warm, balmy days of spring come as a great relief to many of the older people, and even more so to the poor people in our cities, who have had a constant struggle all the long winter to keep cold and hunger from the door. It is the only season that all can truly enjoy, for it is neither too warm for comfort, or too cold for outdoor work and pleasures. There is no one who has not at least some slight sense of happiness and re¬ lief at the passing of winter and the coming of spring; the return of the songbirds and all green things puts a new spirit of life and freedom, health and happiness, into all of us. Some people must suffer from the weather of winter, some from the extreme heat of sum¬ mer, but the time which suits most of us is the time that is best for the rest The Pioneer Page Six of us. ‘‘The Good Old Summer Time” is all right for some of us, but “The Good New Spring Time” is best for all of us. E. H. LEACH, ’13 SCHOOL NOTES The Seniors have decided to give as their play, “The Elopement of Ellen.” The cast is:— Richard Ford, a devoted young husband, Harold Stembridge Molly, his wife, Marjorie Montgomery Robert Shepard, Molly’s brother, James Geary Max Ten Eyck, a chum of Robert’s, August MacLeod Dorothy March, engaged to Max, a guest of Mrs. Ford’s, Isabelle Villiers June Haverhill, Wellesley ’06, who is doing some special investigation for economics courses during the summer, Mary A. Turner John Hume, Rector of St. Stephen’s, Norman Vermille The date has not been definitely an¬ nounced. The committee in charge consists of: Marion Park, ch., Marjorie Montgomery, Florence Nichols, Florence McKay, Robert Forbes, Harold Stembridge, August MacLeod and Harold Carnes. Miss Jensen and Miss Shand are the coaches. ooo On February fifteenth Mr. Hermann Geist gave an extremely interesting reading of “Julius Caesar, ” in costume, before a large audience in the Assembly Hall. 0 0 0 Rehearsals have begun for the music at graduation. The chorus is made up of the Senior and Junior classes, and members of the Glee Clubs. On February nineteenth the annual High School concert was given, and the cantata “The Erl King’s Daughter” was sung under the direction of Mr. Arthur Harold Tozer, supervisor of music. The soloists were Miss Gene¬ vieve Forbes, Miss Pauline Orcutt, and Mr. Raymond. It was a very success¬ ful affair. By the vote of the school, twenty-five per cent of the proceeds were given to the Old South Building Fund. ooo As an observance of the birthdays of Abraham Lincoln and George Washing¬ ton, we were very agreeably entertain¬ ed on February twenty-first by speeches from various members of Veteran Post 194, G. A. R. ooo The date of graduation is June twen¬ ty-sixth. The parts have been decided upon as follows: Valedictorians Florence G. Nichols Florence L. McKay Salutatorian Isabelle Villiers Class Honor Edith R. Symonds August G. MacLeod Faculty Honor Marion E. Park Romeo M. Michelini ooo Class Day, or Ivy day, comes on June twenty-fifth. Those chosen by the class to take part in the exercises on that day are Marjorie E. Montgomery and Edith M. Parks, prophecy. William Lee, address of welcome. The faculty elected Mary A. Turner, awarding of prizes, Harold E. Stembridge, ivy ora¬ tion, and Chester G. Hartshorn, an¬ nouncement of class elections. Page Seven The Pioneer EXCHANGES We acknowledge with thanks the fol¬ lowing exchanges, received since the last issue of The Pioneer went to press. The Student, Providence, R. I. The Magnet, Leominster. The Tatler, Allen School, W. New¬ ton. The Radiator, Somerville. The Aegis, Beverly. The Port Light, North Attleborough. Cambridge Review, Cambridge. The Orange and Black, Marlborough. The Breccia, Deering H. S., Port¬ land, Me. The Comet, No. Bennington, Vt. The Beacon, Chelsea. The Advocate, Saugus. School Life, Melrose. The Gazette, Lynn Classical. AS OTHERS SEE US “You are very welcome, Pioneer (Reading), your print is rather small, but your literature is good. ” —Radiator, Somerville. “The Pioneer, Reading, Mass., has an abundant supply of stories. Wouldn’t it be a good plan to have more than four copies a year and have them ‘strung- out’ more?” —Aegis, Beverly. The Pioneer, (Reading High School). Your Christmas number contains many excellent stories. Your various depart¬ ments are also well written.” —Magnet, Leominster. “The Pioneer has some very good stories and jokes. ” — Comet, No. Bennington, Vt. WHY TRAVEL ? There are two ways of looking at this subject; — from the viewpoint of the person who has the time and means for extensive travel, and from the view¬ point of one who has little of either, and must make the most of both. If a person be fortunate enough to have the means of unlimited travel, he will study carefully the people and cus¬ toms about him, in strange countries. Perhaps, first, he will go into the western part of our own United States, and visit the points of interest; the wonders of nature, the plains and forests, the valleys and mountains of the middle and far West. Instead, he may go South and see the old Virginian plantations, or visit the wild Tenessee mountains, with their half-civilized, lawless people, that make one think of the stories of Robin Hood and his band of outlaws. It has always seemed to me, more¬ over, that it would be especially in¬ teresting, as well as helpful, to study the histories of ancient peoples, and to be in the very lands where all those events took place so many years ago; to study the old Egyptian myths and religions and visit the temples along the Nile; to see the beautiful natures of the Greeks imprinted on their sculpture and architecture, carved years before the birth of Christ, and yet preserved to us; to visit Italy and remember Caesar’s wars, and walk about the ruins of old temples and public buildings, which still stand, a memorial to the past glory of the Roman civilization. EDITH R. SYMONDS, ’12. He who knoweth not and knoweth not he knoweth not is a Freshman. The Pioneer Page Eight THE NEW ORLEANS CARNI¬ VAL The word “Carnival” is derived from the two Latin words “carni” and “vale, ” and if translated means, “Fare¬ well, flesh!” We can, therefore, readily see that Carnival is a season of revelry and merrymaking before the Lenten fast begins. On Ash Wednesday all the sports and gaieties engaged in the day before, Mardi Gras, are promptly laid aside, and the city takes a much needed rest, for Carnival week has been indeed strenuous, a perfect round of festivities of all sorts, balls, operas, concerts, and tableaux parades. The custom is a survival of the old Roman festival of the Lupercalia. As the church could not wholly abolish the celebration, she therefore thought best to sanction it. For many years the Italian cities, notably Rome and Venice, have observ¬ ed this celebration. And the Parisians, always a joyous, fun-loving people, en¬ gage in gaieties of great splendor. It is the custom in Paris to lead in the procession a fat ox, “boeuf gras,” whence “Mardi Gras,” followed in a triumphal car by a child called “the King of the butchers.” Very few of the traditional festivities have survived the passage of years except “the throw¬ ing of confetti, sweetmeats and flowers, the blowing of horns, the masked balls and the parades of allegorical chariots. ’ ’ In the United States, New Orleans is the only city which has carried out the observance of “Mardi Gras” successr fully, although other cities have made unsuccessful attempts to im itate it. The secret is that New Orleans thinks not of her financial gain but rather of the pleasure which she derives from it. And the Carnival as celebrated in the Crescent City far exceeds even that of Paris or Venice in all their glory. Since 1857 this festival has been observed each year except when war or pesti¬ lence have prevailed. On Mardi Gras, the day of days, King Rex reigns with as unlimited power as the Caesars of old. He passes through the streets escorted by his body-guard and various military and visiting organi¬ zations In the evening occurs the great street pageant, in which are dis¬ played elaborate tableaux, placed on moving forms and brilliantly illuminat¬ ed. These represent noted scenes of history, poetry, or fiction, and are con¬ structed at great expense and with artistic elegance. A few of the sub¬ jects represented in the various years have been “Lalla Rookh,” Spenser’s “Faerie Queen,” “The Talisman,” “Arabian Nights,” Homer’s “Tale of Troy,” “Biblical History,” and “The Aeneid. ” Besides the court of King Rex there are other associations such as “Mistick Krewe,” “Krewe ofComus,” “Twelfth Night Revelers,” “Knights of Momus,” and ‘ ‘Krewe of Proteus. ’ ’ Each society, composed of the best known profes¬ sional and business men of the city, has its own particular gala night given up to its street parade and its tableau ball, to which tickets are complimentary. Everything is conducted with the utmost secrecy by these club members. During the year, a man is sent to Paris for the costumes, and a captain is elected who is invested with full power and control over the members, who are bound to keep their individualities unrevealed even to their wives and families. Page Nine The Pioneer At the balls, which are held in the French Opera House, the elite of Louisiana and surrounding states and all that beauty or wealth can offer arp present, none being in mask but the Krewe.” At ten o’clock, the ball opens and the curtain rises. The maskers having finished with the parade are grouped about the King who is seated on a throne. The stage presents a beautiful and fantastic scene. Shortly after the curtain rises, the Queen, some popular girl of society, and her maids are ushered in and pre¬ sented to the King. At the Captain’s signal, the maskers come forward to claim their partners, their fair wives and daughters, the orchestra seats hav¬ ing been covered with a flooring for the dancing. Promptly on the stroke of twelve, at the Captain’s whistle, the maskers vanish, and a few minutes later husbands, fathers and fri,ends in full evening dress appear, mixing with the crowd, seeking their wives and % families from whom they have been so strangely absent all day. And from twelve o’clock, on to the wee, small hours the people dance, for before twelve only those who had special ' call outs’ could go on the floor. The people of New Orleans enter into the spirit of Carnival. The warm Latin temperament can appreciate the beauty of the occasion and enjoy a period of social relaxation. ABBY A. FLINT, ’ll. Non paratus, ” dixit scholar, Cum a sad and doleful look; “Omne recter, ” Prof, respondit, Nihil,” scripsit in his book. —Ex. ' A USEFUL RECIPE Well, wife, ’tis all decided now,— we shall leave old England for the new as soon as possible. ” Such was Parson Hereford’s greeting to his family as he entered his home one cool spring even¬ ing, and it was hardly a welcome one. He sighed as he looked around his cozy home and at his children. Katha¬ rine, a pretty light-haired girl of thir¬ teen, was sewing very diligently on her sampler, and over in a corner, Henry, three years his sister’s senior, was read¬ ing a book. Until very late that night, Samuel Hereford and his wife discussed their departure. I am sure ’tis for the best, wife, even though ’twill be hard. But think of those poor people without a pastor, and the cruel war all about them. They certainly need someone and methinks ’tis my duty to go, and even more so because I agree with them in respect to the war, so England is no place for me now. All they want is Tories. ” Sam, hast thou not noticed that Henry is getting very decided upon his opinions in favor of the Tories? Only today, in his boyish pride, he said he wished he could enlist and go to Amer¬ ica and fight the Rebels. Really, my dear,” said his wife, shaking her head sorrowfully, methinks he will some day enlist against our wish, as many of his friends have done already.” Well, I will speak to him in the morning, ” replied her husband. And now let us retire. ” It was early afternoon, on a cold dark December day. Katharine Hereford and her mother were sewing in a very bare, desolate room of their New Eng- The Pioneer Page Ten land cottage. Luxury was not common in those days, for all the extra money was sent to help the poor soldiers. ‘‘Katharine, dost thou realize ’tis only three years ago today that we left England? Methinks they have been very long and hard ones. This morning I heard that there is a large number of Tories in our neighborhood, and, speak¬ ing of Tories, it brings Henry to my mind. My dear, dost thou never wish to see thy brother?” “Mother,” answered Katharine, who was a staunch patriot, “even though he was my brother he will never be again until he ceaseth to be a Tory. Often have I thought ’tis queer that he hath never happened to be in this vici¬ nity or that no rumor concerning him hath reached us. Methinks he is no longer alive, or he has been badly wounded, or is a prisoner.” Nancy Hereford’s sad face grew even sadder. The three years spent in Bos¬ ton town had lain heavily upon her. Her cheerful, handsome face was now almost aged, but none of her kind- heartedness had left her and she was still the loving wife and mother, but a mother to Katharine only, for Henry had enlisted in the British army shortly after his arrival in America. It had almost broken ner heart and now Katha¬ rine was her only comfort. “Dost thou not think that thou hadst better start soon on my errand? I do not like thee to be out after dusk and ’tis always darkest through the woods. I wish thee to give this note to Mistress Carter and ask her if she wilt be kind enough to write out the recipe which she promised me. Give her my regards and tell her that I hope she will come to see me soon. ” In a very short time Katharine had started, and in due time arrived at the Carter home, gave the note to the mis¬ tress and while waiting for the recipe, made a visit to her friend who lived in the next, house. She had such a good time that she quite forgot the hour and stayed much longer than she had in¬ tended. In great haste she left the Carter home with the recipe in her hand and almost ran until she reached the town. As she turned a corner she was con¬ fronted by a man who breathlessly asked in a low whisper, “Art thou Katharine Hereford, Samuel Hereford’s daughter?” A bewildered “Yes” was her only answer. “Thy father thought thou couldst be trusted to carry this letter, which con¬ tained very valuable information that the Patriots must have and the Tories must not have, to the house of Mr. Brown, who will forward it to Mr. Adams .before morning. Perhaps thou thinkest it queer that thou shouldst be asked to perform such a dangerous thing, but the Tories will probably not suspect a girl. Good-bye, and have great care. ” With this the man left a letter in Katharine’s hand and then dis¬ appeared. Katharine, greatly dazed, still hold¬ ing the recipe in her hand, placed the letter inside her muff and started again on her way, conscious of the great responsibility which had been placed upon her. She felt very proud to think that she could help the Patriots. Only once did the appalling thought come to her, “What if she should fail?” But she silenced this by, “No, I will not fail. The Tories shall not get that let¬ ter, they shall not.” � CHAMPIONS CLASS LEAGUE WON 5 LOST 2 SEASON 1912 W. Turner, c. F. Stevens, f. H. Patrick, f. H. Currell, f. G. Phelps, b. G. Robinson, (capt.) b. F. Nowell, c. JUNIOR BASKET BALL TEAM, ’13 Page Eleven The Pioneer “Corporal Smith, I have received news that a girl is carrying valuable information from the Rebel Headquar¬ ters. Set a guard of men upon the road, stop every girl who cometh from the direction o f town. I must get that in¬ formation.” This was Sergeant Here¬ ford’s command, and little did he think that his sister was the bearer of the letter which he so greatly desired to obtain. “Halt! Who goes there?” The com¬ mand, sharply spoken, was directed by a Tory soldier to Katharine Hereford, who was walking along at a brisk rate. “If thou art a Rebel, that letter be- longeth to me,” he continued, believ¬ ing the recipe to be the letter they de¬ sired. “I am not a Rebel but a Patriot, and that is no letter, as you think, but a recipe for my mother,” retorted Katha¬ rine, “and please let me pass upon my way so that I may arrive home before dark.” “Not so easy as thou thinkest, my pretty miss,” answered the officer, holding her back, “thou must report with me to Sergeant Henry Hereford before thou canst go home. Come!” “Sergeant Hereford ' ” gasped Katha¬ rine. “Henry a sergeant! Henry Here¬ ford is my brother.” “Katharine! Thou!” said the very much surprised Sergeant Hereford, when his sister was brought before him. “So ’tis my sister that they have made bearer of Rebel information. Give me that paper which thou holdest in thy hand. Why dost thou hesitate? I can use force if ’tis necessary,” he added, as she made no movement to give him the paper. “I am a Patriot and a Patriot always telleth the truth. Again I repeat that this is no message, but a recipe for thy mother. Now, Henry, I wish to go home,” said Katharine very bravely, though she was greatly frightened. Surely someone had overheard the whispered conversation. Finally as there seemed no other way out of it she gave the recipe to Henry, who was disgusted when he had read it. “Take this and forgive me for doubting the word of a Patriot,” said Henry, speaking very ironically, as he handed the recipe to his sister and then he added, “Thou mayest go now. Good¬ bye. ” Very coldly Katharine bade him good¬ bye and went on her way proudly, to deliver the information to Mr. Brown. MILDRED L. AKERLEY, T3. THE LAST LAUGH PART I “What’s the use!” Ruth suddenly exclaimed. “I can’t do this Latin. Who ever heard of studying on Friday night, anyway?” One by one, the other girls began to lay aside their books, and waited for someone to suggest some¬ thing to do. “A good idea, Ruth,” interrupted Peg. After pausing a while, “I’d like to go skating down on the lake. Come on, Grace, you’re a pretty good sport.” ‘‘Oh, dear!” answered Grace, “it’s awfully cold out and so dark on the way. ” “I’ll go you, Peg,” broke in Ruth. “Go over to your room and get ready. I will meet you there.” “All right, that’s the way to speak,” Peg replied. “I wish Betty wasn’t sick. I know she’d go, too. So long, girls!” The Pioneer Page Twelve When they reached the lake, they found there was nobody else there. “Oh Ruth, isn’t it dark?” said Peg. “I did think there would be a few others down here when I suggested our com¬ ing. But we can take a few turns about the pond so we can say we really skated. ” After a while Peg uttered in a frightened whisper, “There’s some¬ body crawling along the edge of the lake. A man, too!” “You’re right, Peg, and there’s another one,” answered Ruth. “Say, I bet it is Grace and Gladys trying to scare us. I ’ll just show them that I’m not frightened so easily.” Ruth bravely set out again, followed closely by Peg who didn’t care to be left alone. When they reached the point from wHch they had started, Ruth exclaimed, “Come, let’s take off our skates and hurry back as fast as we can. Now mark my words, we will find Grace and Gladys missing.” They ran all the way back, and when they reached the dormitory, Ruth rush¬ ed up to Grace’s room, where, much to her bewilderment at first, she found Grace peacefully reading; but she also noticed that her cheeks were a little rosier than the occasion demanded. “Did you have a good time?” she in¬ quired, lazily. “Yes, fine,” Ruth answered. “It was rather cold, so we didn’t stay long. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much.” “Oh, yes. This is a fine book. I have been reading ever since you went,” she replied. “I mean, I hope you had a good time trying to frighten us. You needn’t think I didn’t recognize you. Been reading! Just as if I would believe that,” said Ruth, sitting down on the arm of a chair. “I haven’t been out of this room, Ruth Connell. But really, did you see someone? I’m glad I didn’t go with you. I should have collapsed on the spot.” Grace spoke in a perfectly innocent manner. “Well, you are a cheerful story¬ teller all right. I’ll go down and see what Gladys has to say for herself about it. ” In Gladys’ room she found Peg, who greeted her thus, “Well, Ruth, I guess you were mistaken this time, all right. ” Not abashed by this, Ruth retorted, “No one can ever convince me that it wasn’t you. Gladys, and Grace. I shall always think so till my dying day.” PART II “Lock me in if you want to, Betty, but if you do, I will read everything I can find in your desk,” said Ruth, jok¬ ingly. “There’s nothing I care about there. Go ahead if you like,” Betty answered, and turned the key. It was now April, nearly three months since the skating escapade, of which nothing further had been said. Betty had long since recovered from her sick¬ ness and was again up to her old tricks. “Well! Did I ever, 7 ’ Ruth suddenly burst forth “Of all the luck! Let me out quick, Betty. Where’s Peg?” she added, having been obeyed. “Oh, there she is coming up the corridor. Look, Peg! Just read this!” Wondering what the trouble might be, Peg took the note and opening it, read: January 16. Dear Betty—I wish the nurse would let me in, but she says no one can see Page Thirteen The Pioneer you until next week. We played the best trick on Ruth and Peggy last night. They went skating and we hur¬ ried out after them and scared them nearly to death while they were skat¬ ing. We heard Ruth say, “I believe it is Grace and Gladys,” so we hustled home and took off our things. When they returned we made believe we had been in all the evening. Gladys per¬ suaded Peg easily enough that it wasn’t we but I had a hard time with Ruth. She declared she had recognized us. I guess she has given in now, though. Will give you full particulars lafer. Good-bye, Grace. HEL EN PEASE, T3. BETTY STAPLES Ledge Island was a barren, desolate, rocky place, yet it possessed a certain charm for those who had always lived upon it. A light-house, a small shed, and the boat-house were the only build¬ ings to be seen. The scraggly, stunted oaks which grew behind the house, accorded admirably with the roughness of the place. Betty, the light-house keeper’s daughter, a girl of perhaps eighteen years, tall, blonde, athletic, chanced to look out the window, and suddenly ex¬ claimed: “Mother, isn’t that boat headed for our wharf?” “Why yes, it is, Betty. Who can it be? Hurry down.” But before the girl could obey, the occupant of the boat, a lean, lanky, freckled-faced boy, came running up the worn path-way to the house. At the door he met Betty, and handed her a letter. Mrs. Staples came hurrying out. “Open it quickly, daughter. I can’t imagine what it is.” “My dear Mrs. Staples, Your sister Eliza has just had a severe attack of heart trouble, and wishes that you would come over as soon as possible. Please be prepared to stay a week or so. Yours hastily, Annie Brown.” . “How sorry I am. Do you think that you could keep house for so long a time, Betty?” “Of course I could. If a girl as old as I can’t look after three men, it is a pity.” “Well,—I suppose that I had better go.” As soon as her reply had been given to the boy, Mrs. Staples began bustling around, cooking, giving Betty directions enough to last a month, and getting her own belongings ready for the visit. Upon hearing the news Mr. Staples said, “Of course you must go, Ma, Eliza needs you, and we can take care of ourselves. I will take you over in the morning but will return the same day if possible. ” Early the next morning the two set out for Aunt Eliza’s in one of the boats. Everything went along smoothly in the little home, and as Betty felt rather lonely, she cleaned everything in sight as a “cure-all. ” About five o’clock David, her little brother, a dear little fellow with Betty’s features, but havirig a darker skin, came in from play and threw him¬ self on the lounge. This seemed rather queer to his sister, but she supposed that The Pioneer Page Fourteen he must have been more tired than usual. As night came on, he grew feverish, and complained of a headache. Betty did everything that she could for him, but he grew more and more feverish, and he had more severe pains. The time passed, and her father did not return. She grew anxious and frighten¬ ed. What should she do? There was only one possible thing, and that was to go after the doctor herself. “Grandpa, we must have Doctor May¬ nard, and I am the only one to go after him,” she said to the feeble old man sitting beside the fire-place. Do you think that you could care for Dave until I get back?” “But, child, see how dark it is, and a storm is coming up!” “I know it, but I must go.” “All right, I don’t suppose there is any use in trying to make you change your mind. You’re just like your father. Do as you think best. I’ll lo ok after the boy. ” She gave him a few instructions, and after preparing herself for the journey, went down to the wharf, and got into a motor-boat. She had started on her dangerous trip. In fine weather she would have thought nothing of the voy¬ age, but on such a night it was to be dreaded. She could feel the wind grow¬ ing stronger and stronger, and the waves growing larger as they dashed against the boat. What if the engine should suddenly refuse to work, and leave her to the mercy of the wild waves? She resolutely turned her thoughts from such a horrible subject, and tried to discover where she was. After looking about vainly for several minutes she spied a tiny light in the distance. That was the place she had got to reach. The waves almost over¬ turned the boat and the girl was already soaked by the spr ay. Her fingers were numb, making it almost impossible to keep control over the wheel. But all the while she was drawing nearer her destination. After what seemed an end¬ less age to her the wharf was reached, and in a very short time she was knock¬ ing at the door of the doctor’s house. He was their old family doctor, loved and respected by all, and just what you would imagine a country doctor to be; middle-aged, short and stout, with a kindly face, and iron grey whiskers and hair. Although he was rather brusque he had the kindest heart imaginable. “Betty Staples, what are you doing here at this time of night? Who is sick? Answer, what’s the matter?” “0, Doctor, Dave is sick. I don’t know what ails him, and both mother and father are away. You have got to go back with me at once. ” “But it is a dreadful night on the water,” objected the doctor. “What difference does that make? Dave is sick and you must go.” “You’re right, child, I must. Come along.” Shortly afterward a boat started from the doctor’s wharf. Doctor Maynard and Betty hurried up the path and entered the house where the old man was keeping watch over the sick boy. They worked over him all the long night, and as the first signs of dawn appeared, the Doctor left the boy’s side and said, “Well, Betty, we’ll pull him through.” BARBARA ABBOTT, ’13. Miss S —“What is a pagan?” “A little fairy. ” Page Fifteen The Pioneer A REVOLUTIONARY ROMANCE I was spending the Christmas vacation at my grandmother’s in Concord, and I had planned to visit a historic tavern one day, but it snowed hard and spoiled my plans. In the afternoon I was wondering what I should do to amuse myself, when my grandmother asked me if I would not like to go up into the attic with her to see if we could not find something that would help me pass away the time. I was only too glad to take this suggestion, and could hardly wait to reach the top of the stairs. I found many treasures of olden times; but I chose an old black hair-cloth trunk, decorated with large brass-head¬ ed tacks, as the most likely to contain something especially interesting. Upon opening it I found that it contained a beautiful white embroidered dress, which had apparently been a wedding dress once, but was now yellow with age, and extremely old-fashioned. With this was an old diary, whose pages were so stained with age that the writing was scarcely legible. I told my grand¬ mother I would like to read the diary, so she went downstairs, leaving me alone to enjoy my discovery. On the first page of the diary was written in fine old-fashioned writing, “Anne Elizabeth Churchill, her book.” I knew that this must be the diary of the great-aunt Anne whom I had heard my grandmother speak of, and who had been forbidden to even enter her father’s house, because she had eloped with a British soldier. I started read¬ ing it, and was soon completely absorb¬ ed in it. The following entries taken from it bring out the war from her standpoint, and also her romance. “March 1, 1775. My honoured parents have been much disturbed lately on ac¬ count of the reports of the terrible war, which is surely coming. John and Ed¬ ward, my dearest brothers, are con¬ stantly drilling, with the other young men of the village. March 15. The reports concerning the war are growing more alarming. March 29. The Minute Men, a com¬ pany of young men from this village and her neighbor Lexington, are pre¬ pared to take up their arms against the British soldiers at a minute’s notice. April 20. It has come, this awful war. Early yesterday morning we were all aroused by a cry of “The British are coming. To arms!” Our brave Minute Men answered by seizing their guns and rushing to the center of the village. The women and girls, and such of the men as could not fight, hur¬ ried to Neighbor Hardy’s, where we waited in terrible suspense, not know¬ ing whether we should live to see the sun set again or whether we should be scalped or burned alive by these terrible British soldiers. At last we heard the tramp of feet, then shots and cries. Not knowing whether our men or the British were being overcome, we wait¬ ed almost breathlessly. Then in rushed my own dear brother Jack, crying “We have driven them back. ” W 7 e hastened to the scene of the battle and cared for the wounded. One of the British men was carried to our house. He appears very gentlemanly, and not in the least like a Britisher. His name is Robert Bell. April 30. Mr. Bell has recovered from his wound sufficiently to enable him to leave us, and he feels that as he is no longer a prisoner, he must rejoin The Pioneer Page Sixteen his company. We have had many pleasant talks together, and I shall miss him very much. I dare not speak to him in a friendly way when either of my honoured parents are present. Oh, if he were only an American. May 20. I wonder if Mr. Bell reach¬ ed his company safely. June 18. We have received news of the great battle at Bunker Hill. I do hope Mr. Bell was not wounded or killed. Nov. 30 I have received no word of Mr. Bell yet. Mar. 18, 1776. The British have gone back to England. I shall probably never hear of Mr Bell again. Aug. 14. Imagine my surprise when Robert appeared this morning! I sup¬ pose I should call him Mr. Bell, but I have thought of him so much during this long year as Robert that it seems the most natural thing to call him. Aug. 30. Here we are at Boston. Robert and I came here yesterday, and were married last night. I am going to pack my wedding dress with this diary in a small trunk, and send it back to the old home in Concord, to try and reconcile my dear parents to Robert. We start for England tomorrow.” FLORENCE L. McKAY, ’12. NOTICE If you want something for nothing simply fill out the coupon in the Burdett College advertisement on Page one, and mail it to them, and you will receive a handsome two hundred year calendar and an interesting booklet. Notice to Freshmen—In case of FIRE, don’t run. Nothing green burns. —Ex. “BRICK” IS A HERO On Friday, March 22, Eng. IV B had a spelling-match. The event caused great excitement, and also a great deal of pleasure. Messrs. Norman Vermille and James Geary were the captains. Mr. Vermille’s side won, and the indivi¬ dual- star was Mr. Frank Seaman, otherwise known as “Brick.” [Editor’s Note—We should advise that the gentle reader ask “Brick” to spell “permanence.” He may have forgotten how.] ATHLETICS Basket Ball The last part of the basket ball season of 1911-12 was even more suc¬ cessful than the beginning. The boys maintained their old-time spirit which frequently made what seemed certain defeat turn to victory. Results of games since last “Pioneer. ” Date Opponent Where Played Score R. Opp. Jan. 27 Rockland Reading 33 14 “ 30 Quincy Quincy 9 14 Feb. 3 Allen School Reading 9 7 “ 8 Quincy Reading 16 14 “ 14 Rockland Rockland 16 17 “ 17 Revere Reading 33 10 “ 21 Alumni Reading 44 33 “ 28 Milton Reading 25 23 Mar. 6 Revere Revere 9 11 “ 8 Lynn Class. Lynn 36 Total Won, 14. Lost, 5. Tie, 1. 23 After the completion of the regular schedule it was decided that the boys should play another game, the proceeds of which should be used to purchase sweaters for the team. This does not establish a precedent, but it was deem¬ ed that the members of this year’s team P. Judkins, b. H. Kendall, b. G. Allen, c. P. Thomas, f. M. Symmonds, b. R. Lougee, (capt) f. V. Talbot, c. READING HIGH BASKET BALL TEAM, ’15 R. McKenna, f. H. Hook, 1. b. E. Richardson, f. H. Dodge, c. H. Esterberg, (capt) f. L. Hutchinson, b. READING HIGH BASKET BALL TEAM, ’14 Page Seventeen The Pioneer should be rewarded for their excellent work. The total cost of the eight sweaters was $36, and when the money taken in at the door was counted after the game, it was found that it amount¬ ed to exactly $36.10. The game was played on Saturday, March 16, with the All-Collegiates. This team is made up of two four-year Yale players, one an ex-captain, one four-year Trinity player, one from Dartmouth, and one of the Alumni. The game furnished great interest for the spectators, as Coach Carroll was a contestant, and it was he who shot the winning basket for the Collegiate team, and took the game away from the boys by the score of 27-26. “Rather mean of Joe, but we like him just the same.” The R. H. S. basketball team has completed one of the most successful seasons, and every member of the High School cannot help being proud of the team which has so victoriously repre¬ sented the school. ROMEO MICHELINI, ’12. Sporting Editor. Baseball All hail to Spring and baseball! Of the many seasons of the year surely the baseball season is best, a time of manly endeavor and striving, when results are all brough t about by the working of that old law of the sur¬ vival of the fittest. At this time of year, the weather is ideal, and at the very beginning, the liberal supply of pancakes and maple syrup tends to bring out what is best in mankind. Even the trees begin to hustle, and to start the new, tough green shoots grow¬ ing, which are to furnish the bats to be broken in coming years. W. LEE, ’12. The base ball prospects for the com¬ ing season are somewhat doubtful. Graduation made serious inroads in the team of last year. The loss of Fair¬ banks is an especially severe blow. The team lost through graduation or other¬ wise its first string battery, Fairbanks and Stratton, its first and third base- men, S. Stembridge and C. Flint, and two out fielders, M. Staples and J. Day. The places of these men will be hard to fill, but there is much enthusiasm being shown by a large squad of candidates, and the prospects are that Mr. Carroll will find a large number of willing workers from which to select his first team. Brand new uniforms have been pur¬ chased for the first team, and the uniforms of last year are available for the second team. There will be an opportunity given for anyone who is in earnest and trying for the team to get a place, and it is now planned to have the whole squad of twenty-two men in uniform at all games. The schedule has been made out for rome time, and there in every prospect that it will prove an interesting one. Outside of the Mystic League, com¬ prising Arlington, Winchester, Stone- ham, Woburn and Reading, the team will play two games with Swampscott High School, two with Wakefield, and one each with Lynn English, Punchard High of Andover, Newton High, Mal¬ den High, Lynn Classical High and Revere High. Last year Reading beat Malden on Malden’s field 8-2. We hope that this year the same good fortune may follow us to Newton. The team is fortunate in having for its coach, Mr. Carroll, ex-captain of Trinity, who so ably coached the basket ball team, and as captain, Gibbons, ’13, whose fighting spirit and earnestness will set the right sort of pace for the team. The Pioneer Page Eighteen Base Ball Schedule, 1912 Captain, Laurence F. Gibbons, ’13. Manager, Romeo Michelini, ’12. Coach, Joseph O. Carroll. Tuesday. April 9 Lynn English H. S. at Reading. Friday, April 12 Swampscott H. S. at Reading. Tuesday, April 16 Punchard H. S. at Reading. Saturday, April 20 Newton H. S. at Newton. Wednesday, April 24 Malden H. S. at Malden. Wednesday, May 8 Arlington H. S. at Reading. Saturday, May 11 Wakefield H. S. at Reading. Wednesday, May 15 Lynn Classical H. S. at Reading. Saturday, May 18 Winchester H. S. at Reading. Wednesday, May 22 Stoneham H. S. at Stoneham. Saturday, May 25 Woburn H. S. at Reading. Thursday, May 30 Winchester H. S. at Winchester. Saturday, June 1 Wakefield H. S. at Wakefield. Wednesday, June 5 Stoneham H. S. at Reading. Saturday, June 8 Arlington H. S. at Arlington. Wednesday, June 12 Revere H. S. at Reading. Friday, June 14 Woburn H. S. at Woburn. Wednesday, June 19 Swampscott H. S. at Swampscott. Mystic League Games “What time is it? I’m invited to the show, and my watch isn’t going.’’ “Why, wasn’t it invited?’’ CLASS ALPHABET, ’14 Sophomore alphabets were handed in by Annie Quillen, Esther Fay, Ruth Buck, Marion Jewett, and Margaret Whittier. The following is made up of selections from those written by the last three named. A stands for Allen, so stately and tall, B is for Bangs, who plays Basket-ball. C stands for Carrie, always Dustin is she, D is for Dane, very studious is he. E stands for Eaton, we’ve two in the class, F is for Fish, a petite, pretty lass. G stands for Gertrude, so neat and so clean, H is for Hutchinson, tall, lank, and lean. I stands for Ira, we only have one, J is for Jewett, with lessons well done. K stands for Kidder, with no use for a boy, L is for Laura, all bubbling with Joy. M is for Madeline, in l essons a star, N stands for Nichols, his initial is R. O for Originality, needed in themes, P is for Proper, of a Junior he dreams. Q is for Quillen, quiet and prudent, R stands for Reid, a diligent student. S is for Sherman, Staples, and Saun¬ ders, T is for Turner, her mind never wan¬ ders. U stands for Union, in work or in play, V for Vexations we meet every day. W is for Walden, on g’s is he weak, X is for X-cellence which all of us seek. Y siar.ds for Youth which so quickly we pass, Z is for Zeros, we have none in our class. History IV. “What was the under¬ ground passage?’’ Chet, “The subway.” Page Nineteen The Pioneer NEW AUTHORS FOR OLD BOOKS 1912 Helps to Education Harold Averill Motor or Motoring Helen Bancroft American Gentleman’s Guide to Politeness and Fashion Horace Boothby Book of the Automobile Laurence Buck Wilbur Cail The Day-dreamer The Labor Problem In the Days of Giants The Woman Hater Little Women He Knew He Was Right Elmer Cloudman Without a Hero Louise Cook How to Make Baskets Charles Canty Harold Carnes Mary Chisholm Doris Cummings Our Helen Helen Doucette Comedy of Errors Francis W. Eaton Training of Farmers “ “ “ “No Gentlemen’’ Eva Fitts The Drug-store Romance Robert Forbes What We Really Know About Shakespeare “ The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come Gussie Forsythe Dairy of a Sain t Agnes Galvin Jimmy and His Partners (Pub¬ lished by the Hartshorn, Mac¬ Leod, and Stembridge Co.) James Geary Strange Stories From History For Young People “ The Science of Language Chester Hartshorn The Sign of the Four “ “ (Published by the Stembridge, Geary, and MacLeod Co.) Lectures to Young Men Mildred Jewett Why Worry Charles Jones Old Fashioned Gentleman William Lee The Country Boy The Awkward Age My Girls Bachelor Maid Cat Stories Queer Questions Our Lady Vanity Fashion’s Foibles The Ruling Passion Merrylips Clarence MacKay H i i August MacLeod Margaret Maguire Ruby Mansfield i l H Alberta McCrum Margaret Michelini Romeo Michelini Mabel Middlebrook Ruby’s Ups and Downs Ruby Milbury Captain Nelson “ “ A Romantic Young Lady Marjorie Montgomery Matter-of-fact-girl Ellen Murray The First Violin Howard Newhall Plorsemanship for Women Florence Nichols Stories of King Arthur Marion Park Tales of Laughter Gladys Parker Jolly Good Times at School Edith Parks The Heavenly Twins Parks and Montgomery Lizzie-for-short Elizabeth Riley A Lady of Quality Paulina Roberts The Man Without a Memory Donald Robinson The Innocents Abroad Howard Robinson How to Spell Frank Seaman “Carrots;” Just A Little Boy “ Freckles “ Earthquakes Elbridge Smith The Fat of the Land “ “ Borrowed Sister Harold Stembridge Harold, the Last of the Saxon Kings “ Work; a Story of Experience Alma Sullivan The Spirit of Labor Lillian Sullivan A Fair Barbarian Blanche Swasey The Pioneer Page Twenty We Two (Edited by R. Michelini) Mildred Swett Lover of Truth Edith Symonds The Actress May Turner The Gambler Norman Vermille The Minister’s Wooing “ The Littlest Rebel Isabelle Villiers Guide to the National Game Harry White Woman’s Suffrage Rachel W’ood F. L. M., ’12. The. half tones in this issue of the Pioneer are from photos taken by MR. L. E. BOURDON of Wakefield. We heartily recommend him for athletic work, and feel that this notice is due him for his courtesy in coming to the school at any time on a rush order, and delivering the finished pictures on emergency in an incredibly short space of time. Silence reigned on the second floor. Suddenly a crash was heard. Bang! Bump! Surely the roof had fallen in! And then, our valued business manager extricated himself from a scattered array of books, papers, and rulers at the foot of the stairs, and continued calmly on his way to Room 8. Miss Shand, “In the Senior play we have four months represented. Dorothy March, May Turner, June Haverhill, and October—, oh, I mean August.” Alg. I. Miss J—, “By what process shall we solve this equation?” Miss Curr-11, “By illumination.” Eng. III. Miss J—“What kind of an inventor was he?” Miss H—“An inventor of nature.” “Edifice”—means “church.” Teacher (in a long example), “Now, boys, you see we now have x equals zero. ” Voice of sleepy pupil in back of room, “Goodness, all that work for nothing.” -Ex. • Eng III. A. “Andrea del Sarto was most selfish; he was a self-scented man.” Physiology IV. Miss I—, “Where is the fat stored, Mr. Sm-th?” Foolish question No. 1234. Hist. IV. Miss S— , “W 7 hat kind of a tax did they levy to raise money for the war?” Cl- -dm-n, “Carpet tacks!” In Eng. IV we learn that Shakes¬ peare wrote “Much Adieu About Noth¬ ing.” Imaginative Seniors. Eng. IV. B. “The house stood be¬ side the-” Chorus—“Barn! Station! Church! Engine House!” That which the American youth speaks today is not language, but Slanguage. From Junior themes: “hospitabitally. ” “game of golph. ” Senior: “How long can a man live without brains?” - Freshman: “Plow long have you lived?” Room 1 reminds us of the elevated: “Leave by the rear door, and enter by the front.” Tufts College Tufts College Medical School Dental School The building has recently been enlarged and remodelled Three years’ graded course, cover¬ ing a 1 1 branches o f Dentistry. Laboratory and scientific courses are given in connection with the Medical School. Clinical facilities unsur¬ passed. 30,000 treatments being made annually in the Infirmary. For detailed information regarding admission requirements to either school, or for a catalogue, apply to FREDERIC M. BRIGGS, M. O., Secretary, Tufts College Medical and Dental Schools. 416 Huntington Avenue, Boston, Mass. Offers a four years’ graded course including all branches of Scientific and Practical Medicine. The labor¬ atories are extensive and fully equipped. Clinical instruction is given in the various hospitals of Bos¬ ton which afford facilities only to be found in a large city. Fish is Brain Food WE SELL FRESH FISH Get your Brain Food at the Rockport Fish Market TELEPHONE 76 UNNATURAL HISTORY The teacher was telling her class little stories in natural history, and she asked if any one could tell her what a ground-hog was. Up went a little hand, waving frantically. “Well, Carl, you may tell us what a ground-hog is.” “Please, ma’am, it’s sausage. ” —Ex. GEORGE H. ATKINSON CO. Telephone 70 wholesale: and retail The Price You Pay for Flour I is not always an indication of quality. But when the brand of flour is REGENT that indicates Quality FRANCIS BROTHERS Furniture, Ranges and Carpets FOR CASH OR INSTALMENTS Agents for Crawford and Glenwood Ranges, Sherwin-Williams Co. Paints. Esti¬ mates given on Steam, Hot Water and Furnace Heating ; also on Plumbing HAVEN STREET - - READING, MASS. Fred Wallace GROCER The Oldest Grocery in Town 189 MAIN STREET - - READING French IV, discussing a situation in “La Prise de la Bastille.” Miss D — “Where were these people coming back from?” Miss M-nsf-ld, “Had they been to walk?” Miss C-mm-ngs, “From church, per¬ haps.” Elmwood Inn THE LATEST MODELS IN .. Dress Shoes.. READING Moderate MASS. Prices F. H. MARTIN, Prop. Bancroft’s Shoe Store READING, MASS. HODSON BROTHERS DEALERS IN Paints, Wall Papers, Mouldings, Etc., Graining, Painting, Paper Hanging, Kalsomining, Whitewashing, Etc. All Kinds of House Repairs Post Office Box 103 STORE HAVEN STREET Ground Gripper Shoes For Men and Women CURE FLAT FOOT OR FALLEN ARCH We have the sole agency for Reading HALL MACFARLAND HAVEN STREET “Blissie” Bungalow Bags Belts Johnny, “Please, pa, let me have a quarter to give to a poor, lame man.” Pa, “Who is the poor, lame man, Johnny?” Johnny, “Er—well, pa, he’s the ticket seller down at the circus.” Teacher, “Now, Willie, where was the Declaration of Independence sign¬ ed?” Willie, “At the bottom, I suppose.” ...FOR... Books Skates Opera Glasses Y v. Miss A. M. Bliss 36 Temple St. Reading Mass. ARTHUR W. TEMPLE ..Everything in Real Estate.. MORTGAGES INSURANCE JUSTICE OF THE PEACE 35 Temple St. R EADING Tel. 223-5 Cbc Brt Shop Telephone 199 M BANK BUILDING - - - READING, MASS EMBROIDERY AND MATERIAL EASTMAN SUPPLIES DEVELOPING AND PRINTING PICTURE FRAMING Circulating Library 2c day Cut Flowers for Sale Orders filled promptly Edgerly Bessom Z. M. Saunders Undertakers Second-hand Furniture, Springs, Branches Mattresses, Beds, Iron Beds NO. READING Ranges, Parlor Stoves, Carpets, Etc. LYNNFIELD Tel. Con. Reading,Mass. P. O. Square Reading, Mass. Charlie Yee FOR SCHOOL SUPPLIES AT BOTTOM PRICES fJO TO First-Class Laundry Main Street - Reading Square E. C. METCALF •‘How can you lengthen that third paragraph?” Wise Senior, “Write larger.” —Ex. CANE PENNANTS J. G. JOHNSTON CO., Inc. 7q fudbury Street, Room 402 - BOSTON Class Fins, Badges, Banners, Fobs, Etc. ...Write for Catalogue... H. K. AUSTIN IS HAVING A SPECIAL SALE FOR TEN DAYS OF BICYCLES, TIRES, AND SUNDRIES AT RE¬ DUCED PRICES H. K. AUSTIN Corner Lincoln and Prescott Street, Rear of B. M. Depot ...Austin’s Lunch... CATERING H. O. COPELAND CO. Staple and Fancy Dry Goods MENS’ FURNISHINGS Ice Cream and Cigars Agents for McCall Patterns and Pub¬ lications Telephone Connection Reading, Mass. Reading Square F. J. Skillen Real Estate and All Kinds of Insurance Notice: Something for nothing on page AUSTIN’S BLOCK READING SQUARE onp Burdett College READING VULCANIZING PLANT Opposite B. M. Station Agents for “Comet” and “Shawmut” Tires Bicycle Repairing No prices lower anywhere F. S. Bryant Tel. 44-0 Dr. Ethel E. Grant DENTIST 185 Main Street - - Reading P, Marfia Foreign and Domestic Fruit Groceries, Candy, Cigars and Tobacco Italian Products and Imported Olive Oil Brande’s Block, Haven St. Cannibal, “How did your chief get that attack of hay fever?” ’Nother Cannibal, “He ate a grass widow. ” If you are considering the puchase of a piano of any kind, or at any price, or a Victrola or Victor, consult the Henry F. Miller Sons Piano Co. 395 Boylston Street Boston, Mass. Contracted for by a Reading Business Man. Morse’s Lunch Room M. C. Morse, Prop., successor to Charles Sullivan Compliments to School R. H. B. MAIN STREET, READING ELECTRICAL CONTRACTORS READING LIVERY AND BOARD¬ ING STABLE � Cor. Gould and Ash Streets U. G. BISBEE, Prop. Special attention paid to boarders. Horse Clip¬ ping a Specialty. I have bought out the Cesspool and Vault Cleaning branch of the business of John Stock, and will execute that work with promptness and despatch. FURNITURE MOVING AND JOBBING WESTON EMERY ..Florists.. AUBURN STREET Inquiring Freshman: “What do you carry your umbrella to school for?” Bored Senior: “An act of kindness, it cannot walk.” Ex. PRENTISS VIALL ...INSURANCE Room 3, Masonic Block Reading ®(U ' Puriiy tuiiin READING CHRONICLE PRINT n Hi. � • Bfe.- pyanc mu m f+H V : ' ? T ■■ - :,r ,jk4 U ■ � VWt 1 ' WfcMb . (Eljmtmaa Number Kraiiitut litBh tf nol 1912 . R ' 4Jr Property of THE READING PUBLIC LIBRARY Reading Massachusetts Y) “Vr V Cv i� — t v TSLlrT TN t t )J2 CLs - V s v J. M. MAXWELL, Jr. .. Electrician .. Wiring of old and new houses a specialty Speaking Tubes, Bells and Telephones A full line of Fixtures and Supplies in stock 69 HAVEN STREET TELEPHONES { officeT2-R 17 ’ 4 Arrow Shirts, Collars and Cuffs Redmen’s Collars Bates Street Shirts FRANCIS BARTLEY Haven Street SEPTEMBER 10—School opened. After an enforced vacation of seeming¬ ly endless weeks the pupils were fairly beside themselves with joy at being allowed to resume their interrupted studies. Auto Limousine Invalids’ Coach Our Auto Limousine Invalids’ Coach has all the advan¬ tages of an ambulance without the ambulance appear¬ ance. Looks like a nice limousine and does not attract any attention to a home where it is called, relieving the patient and family of the stare of a curious crowd that is always attracted by an ambulance. Equipped with air mattress and pillow, electric lighted, and heated in winter, it offers an ideal mode of transporta¬ tion for aged, sick or invalid persons to any desired destination. Distance no objection where road condi¬ tions will permit. Telephone Night or Day 105 Reading EDGERLEY BESSOM 187 MAIN STREET - - READING, MASS. reading public library READING, MASSACHUSETTS ADAMS COMPANY DRY GOODS OF QUALITY CUMMINGS SAUNDERS PRINTING CO. . . Everything Printable . . Calling Cards make good Christmas Presents 50 for 25 Cents 100 for 35 Cents 9 ASH STREET (Over Reading Vulcanizing Plant) THE READING CHRONICLE OCTOBER 9—Mr. Harry W. Kimball spoke very interestingly to the pupils in the Assembly Hall. His subject was “Thrift and Life Insurance.” A sur¬ prisingly large number of students testified to “ thrift” by saving accounts. M. F. CHARLES Watches, Clocks and Jewelry YOU’RE NEXT AT PAUL SEIFERTS Tonsorial Rooms Reading Sq. READING, MASS. Sold, Cleaned and Repaired 188 Main Street . . Reading, Mass. P. MARFIA Foreign and Domestic Fruits, Groceries Candy, Cigars and Tobacco Italian Products and Imported Olive Oil BRANDE’S BLOCK - Haven Street J. CUNEO COMPANY CHOICE FRUITS, CONFECTIONERY AND TOBACCO Imperial Olive Oil CORNER HAVEN AND MAIN STREETS READING, MASS. TELEPHONE CONNECTION WM. READ SON BOSTON, MASS. Athletic Outfitters ESTABLISHED 1820 Complete assortment of Basket Ball, Track, Hockey and Gymnasium Supplies. Base Ball Uniforms and Supplies our specialty Walter K. Badger Real Estate and Insurance of all Kinds Justice of the Peace READING SQUARE The Public Market W. A. RICH, Prop. Dealer in Beef, Pork, Lamb, Poultry, Hams, Lard, etc. Vegetables in their season HAVEN ST. ATKINSON’S BUILDING READING Tel. 193-3 OCTOBER 10—An interesting debate on the fitness for office of the Presi¬ dential candidates took place in History IV. Roosevelt supporters won the debate, but the class were Wilson-ites. Percy N. Sweetser Have Your Shoes TRIMOUNT COAL Repaired at MAX TRAIL’S Office, Haven Street 65 Haven Street Come to . . . Danforth’s Pharmacy for your Holiday Goods. You will find a large assortment READING SQUARE Compliments of Dr. Harold N. Boyle Reading Garage H. O. COPELAND CO. Staple and Fancy Dry Goods MEN ' S FURNISHINGS New and Second Hand Cars Stock Michelin Tires Premier and Maxwell Cars Agents for McCall Patterns and Publi¬ cations Reading Square OCTOBER 12—We recommend that our Legislature (?) arrange a sliding scale of holidays so that none will fall upon Saturday. C. W. SMITH Real Estate, Mortgages, Title Examining, Probate Practice Opposite Depot Telephone 14 WM. B. LORING, Salesman For Sale —Houses and farms $1600 to $10,000 House Lots $250 and up To Let—T enements and houses $18.00 to $40.00 v ardwove Writing paper and Envelopes for fine correspondence Medium in Price We make a specialty of Engraved Invitations, Announcements, Menus, Programs, Visiting Cards, Dance Orders, Monogram Stationery, etc., at reasonable prices. Send for samples SAMUEL WARD CO . 57 ' 63 f “ B W STREET j 1 ' . ■ CHRISTMAS NUMBER ®lw pmtm 1912 TEN CENTS A COPY Itoarfc of lEMtoro Editor-in-Chief ERNEST H. LEACH Business Managers HERBERT L. PATRICK GOULD B. RUGGLES, Asst. Sporting Editor HAROLD LOUGEE Alumni Editor MARION E. PARK Advisory Editor MISS MARJORIE SHAND Associate Editors Grace Flint 13 Helen Kershaw 13 Madeline Wehrle 14 Fred Kingman 14 Erville Sherman 14 Eloise Bixby 15 Helen Bailey 15 John Burke 16 The Christmas season is at hand, another year is before us; may it be one of profit and pleasure. We are glad to have the opportunity to wish one and all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year To those of the Senior Class this year is to mark a turning point, or rather a starting point in life; to those of the under classes, it will mark another lap in life’s race. Let us meet all things cheerfully, for if we do our best, there is nothing better to be done. We are glad to welcome to our High School faculty Miss Mary Sawyer of Lowell, a Wellesley graduate. Miss Sawyer takes classes in English and : Mathematics. THE POOR RAIL. Do we, as students of the High School, give out teachers the respect due them? We must remember that we are as little children crossing the crowded streets, while the teachers act as guides, keeping back teams or obstacles that might mar our safe passage. Do we realize the value of the teach¬ er’s time? What if each student did some small act, which took even a moment’s time from the teacher’s work? Where would the class be when the final reckoning came? We learn in order that we may be able to face the hardships of life, which we will meet in a few years. The Pioneer Page Six So, eventually, whatever we learn here will help in the future. There¬ fore, a few moments wasted each day, when we might be learning something of value, take away from our opportunity of facing the world fair and square, and showing our¬ selves real men and women. Do we stop to think when w© se¬ cure help iby unfair methods? That which we obtain will do us no good, except, perhaps, for the moment. Help of this kind will be like a poor rail on a railroad, and there will be a time when th© rail will give out. Then, we will say “Oh if we had only learned it when we had the chance!’’ An event of unusual interest has characterized this term. For several years in the history of the school, the faculty has been obliged to maintain the institution of Afternoon Session. This year, Mr. Watkins has tried the new plan of putting the students on their honor in regard to conduct and study; thus far, it has succeeded very well, and no afternoon session has been necessitated. The students have responded to his appeal splendidly. Another instance of the good spirit of the students is shown in the un¬ precedented membership of the Ath¬ letic Association. The various teams have always had enthusiastic support by the students, but this year bids fair to outrival all the others in that re¬ spect. With such an excellent beginning, this year ought to be the best one ever known. Let us all do our part to make it so. OUR ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION. The students of the Reading High School are justly proud of their large Athletic Association and of the teams which represent it. The success ot the various teams is due in a great measure to the active personal and financial support of the student body, Indeed, during the last few years fin¬ ancial troubles have been unknown. Yet in speaking thus, we cannot but mention the generous share of credit due our principal, Mr. Watkins, for his earnest efforts in the interests of the Association and all that it stands for. A great deal of interest has been shown on the part of Mr. Tozer and the pupils in the Girls’ Glee Club. The Glee Club has planned to give a concert in December which is sure to prove very successful. The mem¬ bers are: (First Soprano) Myrtle Prentiss (Leader,) Doris Fish, Ethel Squires, Marion Kidder, Ruby Forbes, Viola Lang, and Rena Michelini. (Second Soprano) Helen Johnso n, Gladys Milbury, Marion Stevens, Marie Badger, Priscilla Davies, Grace Atkinson and Elouise Bixby. (Alto) Louise Kinsman, Dorothy Bond, Dorothy Turner, Jeanette Stick- ney, Esther Fay and Margaret Whit¬ tier. During Marion Rodden’s absence Mildred Akerley has ably filled her place at the piano. “It is much easier to ' be critical than to be correct.”—Beaconsfield. Page Seven The Pioneer Early in the fall the several classes held their elections with the following results: Senior Class. Foster Nowell, president Ernest Leach, vice-president Gerald Robinson, treasurer Edith Buck, secretary SOPHOMORE CLASS. Harold Lougee, president Roger Eaton, vice-president Frank Berry, treasurer. Ruth Roberts, secretary. Junior Ciass. Harry Dodge, president Herbert Esterberg, vice-president Madeleine Wehrle, treasurer Emma Bangs, secretary. FORMATION OF r T4 BASKET BALL TEAM. With the coming of winter, one looks forward to the basket-ball season, which takes the place of the many outdoor sports, which the cold weath¬ er prevents. Many candidates appeared the first day of practice. One of the most in¬ spiring was “Bub” Dane, who has not appeared since. The following are those who suc¬ ceeded in making the team: Hutchin¬ son, right guard; Kingman, left guard; Saunders, centre; Richardson, rightforward; McKenna, left forward. “Bone” Merrill and “Joe” Coleman were chosen as subs. Fred Kingman and Robert McKenna were elected captain and manager, re¬ spectively. With these two ambiti¬ ous players as the leaders of the team the Juniors should make a good show¬ ing. Later Herbert Esterberg was elected a member of the team. Much interest has been aroused in basket ball among the girls. Under the direction of Miss Sawyer, a form¬ er basket-ball star, the game should prove both beneficial and enjoyable. Now, the plan is to form class teams to play a series of games for the championship. Those interested are: Seniors: R. Morrison, G. Flint, M. Stevens, EL Riley, D. Turner, H. Pren¬ tiss, D. Skillen,, M. Park, D. Cum¬ mings. Juniors: E. Fay, M. Badger, H. Sul¬ livan. Sophomores: G. Kinsman, D. Riley, C. Pheney, C. Parks, H. Henderson, E. Squires, Y. Lang, D. Currell, I. Hall. Freshmen: A. Gibbons, M. Robinson, F. Livingstone, V. Keith, C. Thomas. This year the editors of the Pioneer have been trying in several different ways to increase the number of out¬ side subscriptions to our school pa¬ per. Circular letters have been sent to members of the Alumni, and a medal bearing the class seal of the winner is to be awarded to the pupil bringing in the greatest number of paid outside subscriptions. Thus far, we have received about twenty-five outside subscriptions as the result of our offer. Our aim is not to obtain money for this year’s Pioneer alone, but to place upon the subscription list the names of those who will be like¬ ly to remain permanent subscribers. The board of editors offers four medals, one to each class in High The Pioneer Page Eight School, for the ibest stories handed in to the board during the school year. The prize awards will be based on the judgment of three outside judges to be named later. Thus far, the interest has been greatest among members of the senior class, and it is from them that our contributions have come. We hope, however, that before the next issue, the lower classes will have manifest¬ ed enthusiasm in the shape of numer¬ ous stories. A remark was made by one of our leading citizens to the effect that the lack of confidence and ability to ex¬ press themselves among the young men of today is due, in a large meas¬ ure, to the absence from our high school curriculum of the old-fash¬ ioned method of oratory and debate. We wish to call to that gen¬ tleman’s attention the substitute for developing the student’s power to ex¬ press his own thought. In our his¬ tory classes we have had five debates upon live questions of the day. It is our belief that had our friend the op¬ portunity to listen to these debates his opinion might have been of a dif¬ ferent sort. Furthermore, the require¬ ments in regard to clear and logical ex¬ pression in daily recitation are more exacting than those made by teachers in the days of the memorizing of Webster’s “Reply to Hayne.” The annual Thanksgiving dance was given by the seniors on Wednes¬ day evening, November twenty-sev¬ enth. About fifty couples were pres¬ ent. Miss Shand and Miss Dey were the matrons. The music by the Am¬ erican Orchestra of Wakefield was of its usual good quality. “DON’T!” Don’t say 1 to your friends, “The Pioneer’s full of trash, So don’t buy a copy, But save up your cash.” Don’t tell your relatives, “The Pioneer is ‘funny’, So don’t buy a copy, But save up your money.” Don’t tell your small brothers, “The Pioneer! You’ll rue it If when you’re in High School You ever subscribe to it.” But after you graduate. Whenever you hear As you go through the square That word of words, “Pioneer,” Give it a bit of praise, And let it bring to your mind The true meaning of the word, Which is, you will find, “That which prepares the way For another,” and say, “It improves every year, Come and buy a Pioneer.” —Contributed. “Straw Merrill may be weak on his legs, but he is strong on shoot¬ ing baskets. (Also a certain shot¬ gun.) Be like a piano—upright, grand and square. Page Nine The Pioneer THE “BOSS, AND HOW HE WON HIS JOB. Billy McGan was a twelve-year-old street gamin, and the leader of sports among the youngsters in his neighborhood. He could jump higher, run faster, whistle better than any of his friends; he could think of more mischievous things to do, in three minutes than an ordinary boy could think of in ten. Such was the young¬ ster who led the “gang” of District A in nearly all its pranks. Billy had that quality in his nature which made ev¬ eryone love him; the “gang” would do whatever he wished. Indeed, he was seldom without his circle of ardent admirers. On this particular noon, he was on the corner doing “stunts” for the usual group. After walking nearly a rod on his hands, and turning two handsprings, besides innumerable somersaults, he landed on his feet, just in front of a policeman. “Well, me ;boy,” said that official, “thot was well done. I wonder if “Yessir, is was on me ’count, 1 know, yer see,” with a feeling of pride, “I ' m at the head uv the ‘gang,’ hon¬ est Injun. I won’t let um at it agin, but we had ter git even with ole man Gibson ’cause he plugged rotten eggs at us—just ’cause we tol’im he need¬ ed a hair cut, an’ he did, yer know,— an’ Jimmy’s lame, he was with me, he aint got but one leg, an’ he couldn’t run, an’ I waited fer ’im, an’ we was jus’ mushed with eggs. ’Twon’t hap¬ pen agin,” and with a bound he was off after the rest, who had departed at the first appearance of the blue- coated Irishman. “Will, wudn’t thot git yer!” ejacu¬ lated the policeman. “Oi was goin’ to ask him ter help me find a felly thot wud keap ’is eye on thot silfsame gang, an’ I lear ns all about why the kids rigged a pan o’-water over ole man Gibson’s door, so thot he got soaked whin he came out in the mornin.’ Be gorry, I don’t know but I’d ’ave did it meisilf!” Later in the day Billy learned that the “cops” were going to appoint some boy as “boss” of District A, that they might know the exact doings of the “gang,” which had been unusually troublesome of late. At first Billy thought only of all the pranks they would play on the “boss,” and then he began to think that perhaps it would not be so bad to be “boss” him¬ self. The more he thought of it the better he liked the idea. By nightfall, he had fully made up his mind to apply for the position. The next day he appeared at the police station very early and asked the chie f if he might not be made “boss” of District A. “How old are you?” asked that sharp-eyed individual. “Twelve, sir.” “I’m sorry, son, but you are too young.” “All right, sir,” said Billy bravely, but he went away greatly disappoint¬ ed. He had set his heart on being “boss” only to find that he—. Sudden¬ ly an idea, entered his head. A week later he appeared at the station again. “Have you a ‘boss’ for District A, yet?” he inquired. The Pioneer Page Ten “Not yet, why?” “Can’t I have the job?” “Say, aren’t you the boy that was here a week ago?” “Yessir.” “Well, I told you that you were too young.” “Yessir.” “Then what did you come again for?” “Why, I’m a week older now, ain’t I?” And thus the “boss” got his job DOROTHY TURNER, T3. THE AVENUE OF TREES. “For the last two nights, I have had the strangest of dreams. I dreamt of walking down a long lane of wondrous trees. I seemed to be walking—walking aimlessly—yet with a dim consciousness of some pur¬ pose still unknown to me. I had some object in view—I know not what—some goal at the end of the road. But the end I never reached. I bid thee, soothsayer, unfold to me, if thou canst, the meaning of this puzzling dream,” and with this, the sweet voice of the speaker, a small, dark-eyea girl, was still. The Wise Man was much perturb¬ ed. While jhisi mind was (entering another higher and unseen sphere, he pulled absently at his long black gown. This dream was unusual; he must ponder long. Surely something important was intended, and he must somehow fathom the meaning. After several minutes, which seem¬ ed as many hours to the expectant girl, he gave utterance in sonorous tones to his solution of the dream. “At the end of the lane of trees, you will one day find that which your heart will most desire.” His duty done, he ceased, and the girl, now satisfied, once more wend¬ ed her way through the streets of Rome. Years passed,—years during which the soothsayer had forgotten the dream of the dark-eyed girl. The time had now come when war again visited Rome, and on this occasion, in spite of his wife’s protestations, xitus Aurelius joined the forces, and marched from Rome. A year after the end of the war, he had not returned to Rome. In vain his wife waited for some word from him; at last she was forced to resign herself to the thought that he had met death. And now a new painting appeared in the art gallery. It was called “The Avenue of Trees.” The marvelous coloring of the vista of trees created a sensation. Everyone,—even the widow of Titus Aurelius, went to view the picture. She gazed at it as if in a trance. [Where had she seen those trees before,—and the castle in the distance? Surely not in Rome! Long she remained before the paint¬ ing, trying to recall why it should seem so familiar. Suddenly it came to her,—the dream, the soothsayer, the prophecy, and all. “At the end of the lane of trees, you will find your heart’s desire.” “Who painted this? Who is the artist I say? Where is he? I must Page Eleven The Pioneer see him!” she exclaimed. “You see the artist here,” said a kindly-voiced man standing nearby.” Doth my name matter? What dost thou wish of me?” “Only that I may know the origi¬ nal scene of the painting,”—and she told him of the soothsayer’s proph¬ ecy. “The real ‘Avenue of Trees’, ” he replied, “is- in the tow ' n of Asculum.” Into the little town of Asculum, late in the afternoon, came a weary traveler, who made her way toward the beautiful, far-famed aisle of trees. When she reached it, she gazed fixedly towards a spot at the end of the avenue, and murmured “There, there, oh, Titus!” On and on she went,—but the end was not yet near. After a time which seemed ages to her, she saw in the distance two figures, apparently of men. She was encouraged by the sight, and rapidly drew nearer the men. They were conversing together. But in the dim twilight, she could recognize neither. Her heart sank. Both men seemed so bound up in each other that they did not notice her. Finally, she heard the shorter man say, “Fare thee well, Titus, and mayest thou find her safe and sound.” After a last fervent hand¬ clasp, eacu went his way. The way of the taller man lay towards the woman. Even as he caught sight of her, his lustreless eyes grew bright and joyous. “Rosa,” he cried, “Rosa, my own!” ' My heart’s desire,” she breathed, “I knew I should find thee—at the end—of the lane—of trees.” MILDRED L. AKERLEY. THE HOME COMING. “ ' Chillen, we shall all be free, When de Lord shall appear.” The quaint, yet solemn notes fell sweetly upon the evening air, and an impressive calm ensued. The slaves belonging to the owner of the large plantation were resting after the hard labor in the fields, under the scorch- ling heat of the tropical sun. All day long the turbaned women had been bending over the cotton fields, and the men, with their broad-rim¬ med hats, had been among the orange trees picking the luscious golden fruit. Now, at twilight, they were sitting beneath the pines sing¬ ing their quaint hymns before retir¬ ing to their log cabins for the night. On the veranda of the large house where the owner of the plantation lived, sat “Missus” and “Massa” gaz¬ ing dreamily at the quiet scene be¬ fore them. From out the shimmer¬ ing lake far to the eastward the sil¬ very moon was just rising. Looking that way, all was peaceful and serene; hac| they glanced to the west, however, they would have seen great black clouds rolling up, which betokened a thunder shower. “Elizabeth, the slaves seem happy tonight.” It was a middle aged man that spoke,—middle aged, but his face wore a careworn expression, and his hair was snowy white. “Yes, Henry, but wouldn’t they The Pioneer Page Twelve be much happier if they were free?” inquired his wife, a quiet woman who seemed to carry a certain at¬ mosphere of love about with her. “You always bring up that argu¬ ment. Now, Elizabeth, tell me truly, I never abuse the slaves, do I?” “No, Henry,—not now,” she re¬ turned, with a sort of pathos in her voice. “Oh, Elizabeth, you don’t realize that the past is almost killing me! To think that I could have sent our son, that curly-headed youngster, away from his cherished home, his friends, his mother, to work for his own living, just because we disa¬ greed about one thing. Oh, that I might have him home again!” He passed his hand over his eyes, and a great sob shook his frame. “Do you believe that George was right?” Elizabeth softly asked. “Yes, I see how he felt about it. No wonder his anger arose when I ordered poor old Josh to be horse¬ whipped, for George was always like you, and you never could bear such things. I can see him now, a mere lad of sixteen, coming up to me and beg¬ ging me to let poor Josh off. I, wretch that I was, told him that if he had no more respect for his father than to contradict him flatly, he had better go, and not come back until he could; and with tears in his eyes, he kissed you, shook hands with me, and went—where?” He ceased speaking, and all was quiet, except for the wind whistling through the branches of the great pines. Finally Elizaoeth spoke again. “Would you be willing to have him come back?” “Ah, yes, and I would be thank¬ ful even to know that he was safe. But Elizabeth, my dear, would you know the boy if you saw him?” “Know him? Can a mother forget her only son’s face? I still hope and pray for his return, but sometimes I almost lose hope. If it were not for the remembrance of our boy, I fear I would even lose faith in God.” “Oh, Elizabeth, and I am the cause of all this suffering. I have never struck one of my slaves since I sent him away, and I see now that it is the only way to be a just master.” Silence prevailed. Tears for her only son quietly coursed down Eliza¬ beth’s cheeks, and her husband’s whole frame shook with uncontrol¬ lable emotion. Their reverie was disturbed by a loud peal of thunder, which fairly shook the house. They both started up, looked around, and found that a heavy black cloud had come up out of the west. Before they realized it, the rain was pouring mercilessly down, and the whole sky was seem¬ ingly torn into pieces by vivid sheets of lightning. The lonely parents entered the house, and hastened to call Uncle Mose, the head servant, to ask if all was well, and in readiness for the storm. “Yas, sah, ebert’ings all fixed right. I dun see de clouds risin’, and hed t’ings ’tended to. I reckon we’s gwine to hab a mighty spry shower ’fore we gets froo.” Page Thirteen The Pioneer After this eloquence. Uncle Mose shuffled out to tell the other ser¬ vants that he “dun see red rings roun’ Massa’s eyes, which look mighty like he ben a’ cryin’. I spec’ dey missin’ Massa George, dat’s my ’pinion,” and Uncle Mose shook his head knowingly. It certainly was a “mighty spry shower,” and did not subside until after midnight. Then the rain ceas¬ ed, the air grew cool, and Elizabeth and Henry went out onto the ver¬ anda. The quiet dripping of the rain from the palmetto trees gave a peaceful feeling to the whole earth after the incessant downfall. “I’m relieved that the storm is over. I would be happy if only that my boy was safe in this fearful downpour. But look, some poor drenched stranger is coming up the w r alk,—or is it one of the slaves?” Elizabeth peered into the darkness to gain a better view of the figure approaching. The man neared the house, halted, saw the shimmer of white on the veranda and was about to turn, when Henry, true to his native hospitality, called to the man. “Come, stranger, you are welcome here.” The man turned, walked up the steps onto the veranda, extended his hand to Henry, and brokenly said: “Father, am I really welcome?” It was enough. The greatest wish of the mother’s heart was granted; she had her son safely home again. “God is good to me!” she said; then she added, seemingly to her¬ self, “A calm after the tempest; this home coming after the hard separa¬ tion.” “George, my boy, you were right. The slaves are human, just as human as we.” “I am glad, father, that you feel that way. I could hardly make up my mind to come, but the home, the sur¬ roundings, mother, and you, kept calling me back, and I am here.” Then the mother, earnestly look¬ ing into her boy’s face, softly added, “And welcome, too.” HELEN L. BAILEY, 1915. KAPTIN KIDDO’S VERSION OF MACBETH. (With apologies to the Kaptin His- self.) Oncet ther’ was er man what al¬ ways Shaked-is-spear an’ he had three sons, what was Dunkan, Male- comb, and Donlban. An’ he Shaked-is-spear at a feller called Makelbeth. Nen Makelbeth killed Dunkan and hided Malecomb, and Donalban. Then he was the King an’ the Than o’ Glomis, an’ the Than o’ Cawdor, an’ the Prince o’ Ounderlan. Oncet day Mak haded a dinner an’ he’ vited all the peoples but Ban- quo—what was a nice man—didn’t not come, ’cause Mak had killed him, but B ' anquo sented his gost with twenty naughty murders on a crown. When Mak wented to sit down, the gost’ sitted on the piano stool, what Mak was goin’ ter sit on. Mak holler¬ ed an’ sed lots o’ funny things and his wife sed, ain’t you not’ shamed o’ yourself, you big, fat lubber!” Nen The Pioneer Page Fourteen they talked jest like Bridgie an’ Mike do. Bye-an’-bye he wented to see some witches an’ they showed him a whole line o’ kings, an’ one had a glass, an’ they was beer in it, a’ he frowed it at Mak and sed “Hee! Hee! my sendents is goin’ ter be king.” The witches tol’ him at what the feller sed was true an’ they sangs ’bout snakes an’ thumbs an things. Nen Mak wented away and sed, “Yer’ll rue this day” or sunthin’ like ’at. I readed bout this in a book, an’ the book said Mak was deaded, an’ that a big hill corned an’ killed him, but I didn’t believe it, ’cause a hill can’t not walk, an’ sides ’tisn’t nice to tell even little bits of fibs, an’ I knowed he wasn’t deaded! So I tak- ed mine dager an’ mine trusty steed —what was Puppo—an’ nen I wented to where Makelbeth was, at the rendez-vous an’ we fighted a dool. I shoted Makelbeth an’ er—er—every ones sed it was all rite an’ the chances had been fair, so then I—I— er—was—er King an’ I wented to where they keeped th’ throne. It was in cold storage in Eastminster alley. I —I—sended it to the palace by a ’spressmans, an’—an’—I telled the butler to unpack it an’ nen I sitted on it an’ all the peoples bowed an’ sed, “Long live the King! Death to all traitors,” an’ I had a throne chair made for Puppo an’ I letted him sit side me an’ he bowed twell both ’is ears flipped the groun’ an’ sed “I ’pre- ciate highly your kiness, mine high¬ ness.” What-cher-know-bout-at! Then—then—I—I—er letted go free Malecomb and Donlban, what Mak —had ’chanted. Malecomb was a a coxcomb, like in Granimer’s garden and Donalban was dog-ban, l’ke is in a field. They’s flowers, yer know. Well, bye-an’-bye it gotted dark an’ I knowed mine de-a-r muvver would want to see me, so I telled the butler to bring ’round the ottermo- bile, an’ me an’ mine trusty steed wented home, an’ when mine dear muvver sed, “Why for did you run away? an’ I telled her ’bout Shaked- is-spear, nen she sed “Oh! you funny little Kiddo!” DOROTHY TURNER, ’13. IN 1964. “Elevator going down; China and Japan; hurry please. Move quickly, Madam. No, no, lady, this car goes to China, connecting by hydroplane for Japan, and with the transaerial railway to all parts of China, Russia, Siberia and the Philippines; all aboard! ” “Yes, friends, such an event as this is becoming very common nowadays. You folks that are still living as you were way back in the twenties are missing it. This shaft was finished three years ago, in 1961, and two more parallel shafts are now nearing completion. It is a great thing, and when the next car arrives, in an hour, we will be on our way to China. “I was talking with two of my old friends on Boston Common the other day. We were standing near one of the entrances to the station of the International Interior and Globe Pen¬ etrating Railway. These two friends of mine were what might be called back-sliders of civilization—they had Page Fifteen The Pioneer actually come to Boston by automo¬ bile from a little suburban town (I believe the name of it was Reading), where they had been cooped up the last fifty years or more. But that’s not the worst of it; they came in an automobile! That antique style of travel is ridiculous. Everyone nowa¬ days uses an Aerial Torpedo, or a Transterra Plane. “My friends had consented, after my visiting them a number of times and taking them for short spins in my underground car, a Subterra Tor¬ pedo, to take a trip to China via the International Interior and Globe Pen¬ etrating Railway. “What’s that? Did someone inter¬ rupt me? What do you mean? You don’t understand these things! My, my, where have you folks been for the last twenty years? In Reading? Why, it seems as if these Reading folks don’t know anything at all about the latest inventions and discoveries. Well, I will try to explain myself, but your not knowing anything about these terms will make it difficult. “In the first place, the idea of a shaft, or a hole, dug through the cen¬ ter of the earth, with its sides protect¬ ed from the heat thus encountered by a compound, Por talic-Marble, was orig¬ inated by Robert Monivoisan, a brill¬ iant Frenchman living in America, and his scheme was financed by wealthy Americans. The hole was bored by an immense machine, also invented by Monivoisan. The ma¬ chine dug, carried out the excavated earth, and lined the walls of the shaft all at the same time, as it sank stead¬ ily down. The inventor and his ma¬ chine both well merit the great fame accorded them. “At last the gigantic tunnel was completed, having required sixteen years of constant labor spent in over¬ coming many obstacles. The cars, which were especially made for the conditions through which they were to pass, were ready for the first jour¬ ney. “The theory of Monivoisan was that a car launched from the mouth of the tunnel and attached to the wall of the shaft by overhanging flanged wheels running on rails, would when released, shoot downward with great rapidity, caused by the force of gravity. He believed that the great speed thus attained would be sufficient to carry it past the center of the earth (the cen¬ ter of gravitation), but that the force of gravity, acting in the opposite di¬ rection, would slow down the car so that it could be caught and safely landed by a great type of wheel, which it would turn about in spend¬ ing its superfluous energy. As the transit would necessarily be swift and the vibrations caused thus would be unpleasant, the car was composed of two shells. Between the outer and the inner was an empty space, a vac¬ uum, which would conduct no vibra¬ tions, thus rendering the journey safe and comfortable. Of course the re¬ turn would be made from one mouth of the tunnel to the other in this same manner. The plan worked per¬ fectly, and the maiden journey was safely concluded. “Now there are two cars, for there is plenty of trade to maintain them and many others. The cars now make ten trips daily between Boston and Ton Wington, China. Because of the terminus of this great railway here, Boston has become the largest city The Pioneer Page Sixteen in the world, and has a population of over twenty-five million people! “The ground for many miles around Boston is now honeycombed with nu¬ merous little tunnels or subways, all of which lead to the main central shaft of the world. By means of the Subterra Torpedo, people are enabled to travel through the interior of the world shaft at leisure. “This, then, is a short sketch of the main points of this wonderful Inter¬ national Interior and Globe Penetrat¬ ing Railway. The more established forms of travel of course need no ex¬ planation, for such things as the Aerial Railway and Under or Above Water Planes are well known. But my two friends and I must be leaving you, if we are to take this car to China. We will be there in an hour; just in time to catch the two o’clock Above Water Plane for Japan.” E. H. L. T3. THE SPECIAL M ESSE NGER. Dixie sat by the window sewing. Isn’t this war perfec’ly dreadful,” she exclaimed. “Oh, deah! o’course I love my state, an I surely am proud to be the daughter of a Con¬ federate general, but I can’t he’p any ’cept by scrapin’ lint, an I want to do somethin’ big. If I could he’p it wouldn’t be so bad, but it is so tiresome to do nothin’. Oh, deah! I wish I could see Bob.” Bob was her own dear twin, who had joined the army the same time his father had. She really seemed to miss him more than she missed anyone else. Happening to look up, she saw far down the avenue a great cloud of dust. “Sambo,” she called to a lit¬ tle darkie, who was rolling in the grass with two little puppies. “Sam¬ bo,” yo’ all run up to the top of the hill an’ see who is cornin’.” “Yes’m!” answered Sambo, running off. “Mothah, someone is coming! Who do you suppose it is.” “I don’t know I’m sure, dear. It must be one of the neighbors.” —v. that moment Sambo jumped up on the piazza. “Miss Dixie, Miss Dix¬ ie, its the gen’l himself, he’s mos’ heah!” “Are you sure, Sambo?” “Y)es’m, guess I knows his old Skyrocket.” iothah, did yo’ heah? Do you s’pose it can be Daddy.’ “Well, now, I rather guess it is, cried a deep voice behind her just as she was caught in someone’s arms. “How’s my girl?” “Nic’ly, Daddy, on’y dre’ful lone¬ some! Oh, Daddy, it’s so good to see yo’ all again! How’s Bob?” “And it’s good to see you again, too,” he said, as he kissed his wife. Bob is une! He wanted to come with me, but—duty first. I can only stop a few hours and when I go back, I want Dixie to go— “To camp, oh, Daddy! to camp?” “No, honey, only as far as Good- loes. There I’m going to start you toward Spottsylvania,” “What for, Daddy?” “(Well, I’m going to send some papers to general Lee by you.” “Then I’ll be a special messenger, -uactdy? a real special messenger.” Page Seventeen The Pioneer “I suppose so,” answered her father laughing, “but I ' m afraid— “Of what, Daddy?” “That you won’t like it very well, after all, because you’ll have to be disguised—” “Oh, Goody!” “As a poor white!” finished her father. “Oh-h!” “That’s different, is it?” “It sutting is! I don’t want to go as a po’ white, but if it’s the only way I can help my state, why then I s’pose I’ll go!” “That’s Daddy’s own daughter! You’ll be ready at one o’clock then?” “I’ll try to be.” “You run away now, I want to talk to mother.” “But how can I be made like a po’ white?” “You’ll see! When you’re ready you won’t know yourself. “Oh, I reckon I’d know myself anywhere!” walked slowly out. She did not believe she would look like a po’ white. Their faces and hands were brown, tanned by the sun, while her’s were as white as white could be. Well, her daddy had said they would change her so that she would not know herself and he always did as he said he would, so she prompt¬ ly forgot how she was to be chang¬ ed and spent her time wondering what she would see. There were not many sixteen- year-old girls who would ever have such a chance as she was going to have, and she was so glad she could help her “so’fers” and her state. She sauntered along until she reached a big pine, under which was a circular seat. This was her own private nook. She always came here when she want¬ ed to think. Today, as she sat there, she tried to picture to her herself how she would look. It seemed as if hardly five minutes had passed before she heard her mother calling her to lunch. Hurry, dear!” she cried, “I’ll be waiting for you in your room.” After Dixie had finished, she ran up to her own room, where her mother was waiting for her. “Here, dear, I want you to put on these things.” “What! Those old—” “Remember dear, you’re to be a ‘poor white.’ It wouldn’t do to wear your own nice clothes.” “No, I s’pose not.” “I’m going down stairs a minute, I’ll be right back.” In a few moments she returned, carrying a small dish which contain¬ ed a peculiar-looking, brown liquid. “Is this all right mother?” “Yes dear, that dress does very well, doesn’t it? Now stand still. I’m going to put some of this on your face and hands.” “Will it come Ou. of course! Now tie on this sun- bonnet, and look at yourself.” Why mother! I look just like those girls who come down from the mountains with berries, don’t I? I don’t believe anyone would know me, do you?” “I hardly think so.” “I look horrid! I’m going to see what Daddy says.” The Pioneer Page Eighteen As might be expected Dixie’s ap¬ pearance won the hearty approval of her father. He assured her that she would never be recognized. “But this dress is so short that I look ’bout ten.” “That’s what we wanted. We want you to carry your old rag doll too.” “Mothah! What for! Poor Polly is all torn to pieces. I don’t want a doll! How can I carry the papers and the doll too?” “That is why we want you to carry the doll. You didn’t intend to carry the papers in your hand, did you? “Well, I didn’t know, but—” “You see, dear, it wouldn’t do. You might loose them and so I made Polly a sun-bonnet of the papers. The message is so written that it is necessary to apply a certain liquid to the paper before it can be read. Be¬ cause of this, no one will know it from plain white paper. When you reach general Lee, carefuully pull out the thread and give him the papers.” “If yo’ all aren’t foxy! I guess 1 won’t lose them that way. When do we start, Daddy?” “Right now, here is ‘Unc’ Dan’l’ with the horses.” For all her excitement Dixie found it hard to part with her mother. Soon, however, a hill hid the riders from the mother who stood alone on the piazza. A great deal of the country was familiar to Dixie, for she was accus¬ tomed to gallop over it every morn¬ ing on the back of her mare, “Snow¬ ball.” Even after she had left her father, and had started on a woody road, the places were familiar for a while. Before long, however, she be¬ gan to notice new things. People looked surprised when they saw a poorly dressed mountain girl gallop past, holding a dilapidated rag-doll before her on the snow white mare, but Dixie did not stop. Her father’s parting words had been “Do not stop unless it is ab¬ solutely necessary, and above all, remember that you’re Daddy’s daugh¬ ter.” When he had first said that, she did not t hink anything about it, but she remembered it later, and when she went through long patches of woods, she understood what he had meant. It was quite a trip for a girl to take alone, and, as it grew dusk, she was glad of even the comparion- ship of Polly, and she tried to keep her mind busy thinking of how she would tell Bob of her adventure. Suddenly as she was riding through an especially dark piece of woods, someone cried, “Halt!” “Wh-what?” “Halt or I’ll fire.” “Wh-what do you want!” stam¬ mered Dixie holding Polly close. “What have you there?” and a blue- coated soldier held a lantern up in front of her. “On-only Polly.” “Polly?” asked the soldier kindly touched by her evident fear. “Yes, sir.” “Oh, your doll!”! “Yes, Polly.” “Well, where are you going?” Here was a poser. She was not prepared for this because her father Page Nineteen The Pioneer had had no idea that she would en¬ counter a Union soldier. Dixie knew it was necessary to answer at once, however, so she said the first thing that popped into her head, and tried to talk as she had heard ‘mountain’ girls’ talk. “Oh, I’m goin’ ter my aunt. She’s goin’ ter give me a new bunnit.’’ “A bonnet”? “Uh-huh! .a bunnit for Polly. Her’s is on’y made of paper, she added dar¬ ingly, see?” “Yes, I see. All right, you’d better hurry now, if you want to get there before she goes to bed. It’s half¬ past eight. Have you much further to go?” “Not much, good-bye.” “Good-bye,” returned the blue-coat, loosing her reins. It is easy to believe that it did not take Dixie long to leave the soldier far behind. “I hope,” she muttered “that I didn’t tell a very big fib. Daddy said I was to stay at Aunt Charlotte’s anyway, and I guess I’m most there.” Although Dixie was anything but a Yankee, she certainly possessed their guessing ability. Hardly had she spoken when she saw, not far ahead, the lights of a village. At the very outskirts of the town she was met by a soldier, who turned out to be none other than her own dear Bob. Tri¬ umphantly, he escorted her to Gen¬ eral Lee, and after she had told her story and had given him the papers, he took her to Aunt Charlotte. Dixie was heartily welcomed, and petted until she became so sleepy that she could not keep her eyes open. She slept soundly that night, and as she slept, faithful Polly, the sharer of her strenuous ride, kept watch beside her. DOROTHY TURNER ’13. THE CONVERSION OF ANNE. My friend, Anne Thayer, and I walked down to my slums. Not, of course, my slums, but to that part of the city in which my work, and conse¬ quently my heart were located,—for my heart was with my work. Anne was one of those righteous women who give to charities and such things, only that they may feel that they are thereby more virtuous. Not that I could blame Anne. It was merely that she had had no experience, or had never come in contact with the lower classes. Anne abhorred sin, and she abhorred rags and dirt, and all else that went with poverty. So it had been with much difficulty that I had persuaded Anne to accompany me to my slums. At a corner in a dirty street, way down in the east side, a little wasted figure carrying a bottle of liquor, ap¬ peared. She was only a tiny girl, hardly more than a baby. The driver of a heavy truck rolling down the street saw her, too, but did not slack¬ en its speed. The child stumbled, fell, and in a moment was crushed by the truck. The screams of the children brought a crowd, and the little girl was iden¬ tified as the daughter of Mat and Sail White. Both drank heavily, and as the neighbors said, the child was bet¬ ter dead. Think of it, a healthy child of four, actually better dead! But nobody had noticed that the truck had disappeared: no one had The Pioneer Page Twenty taken the number.—No one? Yes, Anne had! And it was Anne who paid for the funeral, and Anne who accompanied me to the slums every day after that. Anne had become in¬ terested. DOROTHY BOND T3. JERRY ' S PLEA. Dear Board of the Taylor Asylum: — Last week I had a thought, which I think would be good for us fellas at the Home, So I asked Mrs. Sleep¬ er if I could write you about it. Praps you don’t think as us kids up here ever thinks of anythin but jest bad things to do, but I haven’t done any big naughty thing since I buried the cat in the flour, and that was most two weeks ago. The fellas in my ward get awful tired of jest stayin behind our fence, all cept one day in the year, and we would like awful well to go, jest once a month, to a park I heard about. Last summer when we went on our one day vacation, to the farm, I saw a few chickins like we have Thanks- givin and Christmas and a little colt. This year the chickins was et up and the colt had got to be a big cow. But Mrs. Sleeper says taint a real truly farm like the one my chum Jim Todd went to. I think Id rather be adopted to a farm than to a city house like Tug Winslow was. Mrs. Sleeper says she guesses they won’t be able to get rid of me in a hurry and I guesses so to. You see when a fella has hair like mine that looks as if God used the leavins to make it and green eyes and a big mouth, there ain’t much to attrack a person who is doing the home a fa¬ vor by even taking you if yer the best lookin kid alive. The grocherie man says taint far to the park so us kids can walk there and I cant bother the conductur by trippin him up like I did going to the farm. Mrs. Sleeper when she ketches me puttin pepper in the salt-shakers says, she had a presentimint that I was do- in somethin bad and Ive got a pre¬ sentiment that the board will let us fellas go to the park where they have sand to play on instead of concrete, rispecfully Jerry Smith. DOROTHY B. SKILLEN ’13. TRYING TO WRITE A COMPO¬ SITION. “It’s nothing but composition—com¬ position—all the time!” One long theme every week! What under the sun is that English teacher of ours thinking of? Use your imagination, indeed! What are you going to do if you haven’t any, and have to depend on the exciting things that never hap¬ pen? Well, I suppose I might as well sit down and chew my pencil for a while. Maybe I’ll have an inspira¬ tion. “There’s Rose gating for a walk and here I am cooped up in the house, plugging away at this thing. Why haven’t I ever got lost? There’s the telephone! I’ll answer, Mother. “Yes, this is Anna. Oh dear, I’d love to come over, Dot, but I have a theme to write. What? Oh, we have several subjects to choose from, but I don’t know yet which one I shall use. Page Twenty-one The Pioneer It’s awful to have to work. Good-bye. “Don’t bother nJe, Tom. I’m writ¬ ing a composition. I don’t look it? Oh, I haven’t started yet. If you can’t help me any will you please get out and leave me in peace? “This is dreadful). Guess I’ll get an apple to eat. I simply cannot write if I’m hungry. Let me see. ‘On the Golf Links.’ Never was on them in my l,itfe. That’s not a very suitable subject for me. ‘My Childhood Home.’ Goodness, that makes me feel about fifty. I suppose I could go out and sit in the front yard and describe the only house I have ever l|ived in. It would be a wildly exciting theme. What’s the use? I’ve got all day to¬ morrow, anyway. I’m going over to Dot’s, Mother. ’’BARBARA M. ABBOTT, ’13.’’ HAZING LAWD AWTHA. “My dear chawp Oh, I say, don’t you know it’s rawtjha tough to knock a fellow down like that—my word!” Lord Arthur Alfred Algernon In- glestoke of Inglestoke Castle, England, gathered together his scattered books, recovered his dignity, pulled out his monocle, and eyed the offending one. “Um, begpardonimsure,” was the reply as the offending youth beat a hasty retreat. “Ahem,” sajd Lawd Awtha, and tripped down the hall. Meanwhile Bill Herock, the offend¬ ing youth, was doubled up on his bed, convulsed with laughter. His roommate eyed him in astonish¬ ment. “What’s the matter, you big chump—hysterics, fits, convulsions, or—” “’Lo, fellows. What the -!” he espied Bill. “S’matter, Willy?” “O, Jimmy,” gasped Willy. “When —oh my—. I met Lawd Awtha Awlfred Demos- ticles whatchemightcall it in the hall, and knocked him clean off his pins. Gee, he looked funny. Oh—! He look¬ ed at me through his eyeglass as though I were a specimen.” “Can’t blame him,’ said Tom Has¬ kell, the newcomer, “the fellows are going to haze him tonight. Ther’ll be something doing.” That night, while nord Inglestoke was peacefully studying, his door opened suddenly and in rushed some fifteen or twenty sophmores. Lord Arthur was aghast. He looked at them—and they at him—at least for a while. Then— “Come on, Percival, say your pray¬ ers. Your time has come!” yelled someone up back. Inglestoke turned pale, then remem¬ bering his dignity, he reached for his monocle. “Oh, say, I protest—I’m a loyal sub¬ ject. “I—it—its’s an outrage to England, by gad, you shall pay—I—” Enough!” yelled tne crowd. “Soak his head!” “C ' an his monocle.” “Shoot him!” “Make him sing!” “Is he any relation to King George?” “Yaws, I am—I am,” screamed Lord Inglestoke, “I—I—I’m his th—th— third—c—c—co—cousin, I—he—,” a light broke over his face, “Oh, I see chawps, you’re hazing—er—er hazing me. Yaws!” The Pioneer Page Twenty-two “Aw guan, this ain’t hazing!” “O you King George!” “He’s a cousin of mine.” “O dry up, fellows, can’t you,” screamed Tom Haskell, the head of the bunch. Then, turning to the frightened lord, “Lord Alfred Arthur Percival Fred¬ erick Inglestoke, of Inglestoke shan¬ ties, is it not?” “Lord Awtha Awlfred Algernon In¬ glestoke of Inglestoke Castle,” correct¬ ed the loyal subject drawing himself up. “‘Well, Algernon sign this paper!” “I protest—I—” “Sign that paper!” He signed it. “Now take it down and give it to the new janitor, and wait for an answer!” “I—really—that is—er—er I’m no messenger—but—. Hazing is alright, but—,” “Go on!” He went, though reluctantly. The boys waited—and waited—at last they went down into the cellar to see what the trouble was. Pat was fixing the fire. He didn’t look amic¬ able. “Where’s Inglestoke?” “If ye’se mean thot durn Impoodent lithle numskull fwhat comus deown here and hands me a payper fwhat says ‘Irishmen are pigs,’ ye’ll find ’im in the cowl cellorr. He’s an im¬ poodent silly coward, and fwhen I howled off to lat him one he ran like a good one. I chased him into the cowl cellorr and ye’ll find him locked in there, he won’t be after troubling me, any more, I bet.” Pat turned to his fire smiling grimly. Out of the coal cellar, his fine tweeds as black as the coal he had been in, the boys hauled the unfortu- nat “Awtha.” He was walking haughtily by the bunch when a voice was heard on the stairs. “What’s all this?” Consternation fell on the group. It was the dean of the college. “Gee, he’ll fire us.” “He’ll tell, sure.” “I bet he—.” “What’s this?” repeated the dean eyeing Inglestoke. “I—I—er—er—I had—that is—I seemed to have an accident—yes—I— I—did, and er—er the fellows, were helping me out—yaws—beastly un¬ pleasant,—good chawps—ahem,” stam¬ mered Lord Inglestoke. The dean’s eyes twinkled, but he said nothing and returned upstairs. When the fellows reached Lord In- glestoke’s room, Tom Haskell stepped forward and shook the grimy hand of the sooty little lord.” • Guess you’re alright,” he said, and the rest followed suit. “Ah, that’s alright, chawps, I under¬ stand,” Inglestoke answered. “Got to have a little fun,—beastly good joke— don’tcherknow—on me, haw! haw!” DOROTHY BOND, 1913. One can hardly believe that one of our editors would make such a mistake as this: in reading story to board before publication he reached for his monicodle (monocle.) In History I we learn that the Jews were a Symetric people. Page Twenty-three The Pioneer THE CROSS COUNTRY RUN. Saturday, November 23, the cross country runners of Arlington, Stone- ham, Reading, Winchester, and Wo¬ burn, ran, over a 1 7-8 mile course in Winchester. The start, was from the railroad station and the finish on the straightway of the running track at Manchester field. The Reading en¬ tries: Spicer ’13, Patrick T3, Phelps T3, Turner ’13, Reid T3, Kendall T5, and Bachelder T5, were given the out¬ side position at the start. The run¬ ners were fairly well bunched for the first quarter mile and then they strung out! When they appeared on the parkway it was discovered that Goldsmith, as was expected, was lead¬ ing. As the runners came down to the finish line, Goldsmith led, with Zwinge of Arlington and McDermott of Stoneham close behind, and Spicer overhauling the bunch like a race¬ horse. If the course had been the full two miles, he undoubtedly would have finished second, if not won the race. Spicer and the team, were a credit to the coaching of Walter Campbell who worked hard with the boys. When we consider that the Reading boys have been in practice only a short while, in comparison with the other teams, their showing was remarkable. Arlington won the cup, and two of the medals. The other teams finished in the following order: Stoneham, Reading, Winchester, and Woburn. The time for the course was 9m 45s,— fast time considering the hilly nature of the run. BASKETBALL. For the past two seasons, basket¬ ball has been of as much interest and importance, as football is to a great many suburban high schools. In fact, in this school, it takes the place of that sport. An interesting schedule of seventeen games has been arranged by the management, eleven of which are in Reading. A league has been formed with Revere, Winthrop, and Wellesley High schools,—the first Reading High school has been in for some time. The boys have been working hard every afternoon under the leadership of Captain Temple and Coach Carroll. A unique system has been developed in practice, if a basket is scored by any one on the floor, his opponent retires to the bleachers, and waits until the next unfortunate is The Pioneer Page Twenty-four forced to take his place. This gives everyone a chance to play and also gives the coach an idea of the ability of each candidate. The first team games are not our only source of basketball interest, however, as there has never been so much enthu¬ siasm displayed over the Glass League games as this fall. In past years the rivalry has been keen, and this, sea¬ son will prove no exception. Two class games were played No¬ vember 23. The Seniors won from the Juniors, 34 to 15, and the Sopho¬ mores from the Freshmen, 22 to 14. Both games were interesting and much closer than was expected. All hail to the losers, especially to the Freshmen! At the time of the second basketball game on Saturday, Nov. 30th, the teams had gotten down to their work so that one is able to form some idea of what may be expected of each one, and the general opinion is that the class games will rival the regulars in interest. The Juniors won from the Freshmen by a score of 30 to 14. C. Saunders and Waldron excelled for the Freshmen and W. Saunders and Ester- berg for the Juniors. The Seniors were victors again, they beat the Sophomores 23 to 13. Robinson and Phelps led the Seniors, and Lougee and Burns the Sophomores in a close¬ ly contested game. BASEBALL. This fall, the candidates for the baseball team were called out and practiced for a short while. Some promising material developed in the practice games that were played with Swampscott High. Only a slight idea could be gained as to the ability of the team, but under the able coaching the men will receive next spring, it should give a good account of itself, and maintain the reputation of the school for having a snappy ball team that is never out of the fight. Harold Lougee, Sporting Ed. MY TYPEWRITER. I have a new typ-eWriter, And it is my delight To patter on it gailY, And write, and write ) and write $ It aides mE in my labors9 When I )m in working vein It makeS A GREat improvEiment%) I write So veRY piam It oPerates sosw! Ftly$ that when you Find you’re stuck; ; and CannuoT AND the lett4er just 6jab- -and trust to luck 6$? It’s Eesy- -V7ry easy - - To operRAte it tehn; ; ;? 1%0 Now where on earth’s tnat colon? Give me my ink and pen. If you are not sure, ask, but be per¬ fectly sure why you are not sure. —Ex. Teacher: “What is a fluid?” Pupil: “A fluid is anything that runs.” Teacher: “Is a boy a fluid?” —EX. One Freshman to another: “Let’s stick together, so we shan’t get lost.” —Ex. Page Twenty-five The Pioneer ALUMNI NOTES. Horace Boothby is a Freshman at the University of Maine. Charlie Canty and Paulina Roberts are at Bryant and Stratton’s Business school. Eva Fitts and Ruby Mansfield at¬ tend Salem Normal school. Gussie Forsythe is at Wheaton Col¬ lege. Margaret Maguire, Ruby Milbury, Marjorie Montgomery, and Gladys Parker are students at Burdett’s Busi¬ ness College. Florence McKay is at Malden Com¬ mercial school. Howard Newhall attends the Boston Y. M. C. A. School. Florence Nichols is a member of the Freshman class at the Sargent School of Physical Culture in Cambridge. Mildred Swett is at the Mount Ida School in Newton. Rachel Wood is studying to be a nurse at the Massachusetts General Hospital. Helen Bancroft is bookkeeping at the Central Hardware store in Wo¬ burn. Lawrence Buck is employed by the Boston Insurance Company. Harold Carnes works for the Ameri¬ can Express Company in Boston. Romeo Michelini is employed as a civil engineer by the Boston and Maine Railroad. Blanche Swasey is bookkeeping in the freight office of the Boston and Maine, and Norman Vermille is em¬ ployed in the treasurer’s office. Elizabeth Riley works for Dr. Richmond. Mary Chisholm works for the W. P. B. Brooks Furniture Company, in Bos¬ ton. Francis Eaton is employed by his father in North Reading. Clarence MacKay works in the rail¬ road station at South Middleton. Mabel Middlebrooke is working in her father’s store at Revere. Robert Forbes is employed by Dr. Danforth as a clerk. James Geary works for Field Cole, insurance agents, in Boston. Chester Hartshorne is with the Tal¬ bot Clothing Company, Boston. Charles Jones works for James Bax¬ ter. Will Lee is in the construction de¬ partment of the Brigham Hospital in Boston. Ellen Murray is a stenographer for McKenzie’s Printing Office, Boston. August MacLeod is employed by the Russel Manufacturing Company, Boston. Edith Parks is an assistant to Miss Ober, a Public Stenographer, in the Kimball building, Boston. Alma Sullivan is typewriting for the Free Machine Company, Bos¬ ton. May Turner is studying painting in Boston. Harry White is employed by the Eastern Drug Company, Boston. Helen Doucette, Agnes Galvin, Mildred Jewett, Lillian Sullivan, and Isabelle Yilliers are at home. Alberta McCrum is painting cards for Miss Hunt. Doris Cummings, Marion Park and Howard Robinson, are post graduates at R. H. S. The Pioneer Page Twenty-six EXCHANGES. The Pioneer extends a cordial wel¬ come to all of its old friends and would like to exchange with many new ones. We wish each one the best success. The Pioneer gratefully acknowl¬ edges the receipt of the following ex¬ changes: The Student; English H. S., Providence, R. I.;The Red and Black, Stevens H. S., Claremont, N. H.; School Life, Melrose H. S., Melrose, Mass.; The Voice, Concord H. S., Con¬ cord, Mass.; The Magnet, Leominster H. S., Leominster, Mass.; The Tattler, Nashua, N. EL; Lynn Classical H. S. Gazette, Lynn, Mass. The stories in the Student are short but very interesting. In fact, all of its departments are interesting and well written. The arrangement in The Voice is a little confusing, as it is customary for the editorials to precede the liter¬ ary department. School Life, Melrose, Mass:—Your paper is well written, and its depart¬ ments are numerous but could you not improve your cover a little—first impressions are important. The Magnet, Leominster, Mass.:—- We are always glad to receive your paper because it’s full of interest. From beginning to end it represents what we are free to call a fine school paper. Lynn Classical Gazette, Lynn, Mass.:—All of the departments of your paper are well carried out, but let us compliment you upon your “Class Notes;” they are numerous and witty and we realize tnat they must have taken a good deal of time and labor. The Tattler, Nashua, N. EL:—If it’s hard to find anything to criticise about a paper you may be sure that there is much praise due its editors. THE EDITOR’S REWARD. ‘What do you get for all this work?’ I was asked the other day. “Oh, nothing but thanks,” I said, “Our glory is our pay.” And straightway ’round the corner came Some class-mate in the room, And, advancing toward my helpless self, Said, “Gee! This issue’s bum.” —Ex. Teacher: “Start the lesson.” Pupil: “I didn’t get mat far.” —Ex. Suffragette: Sometimes I wish na¬ ture had made me a man. Dear Little Thing:—Maybe she has and you haven’t found him yet. —Ex. There are meters of accent; There are meters of tone; But the best way to meet her Is to meet her alone!” —Ex. A medical paper claims that a den¬ tist’s fingers carry disease germs. Moral: Boil your dentist. —Ex. Miss S.’s favorite quotation: “When through election we all skim And Ted is homeward bent, We then once more shall welcome him As our ex-president.” Page Twenty-seven The Pioneer MAKING THE FLAG. A teacher on the East Side of New Ytork recently discovered a youthful genius among ner pupils. She told the children, who seemed particularly interested, how plays are constructed, and explained that a drama is divided into three acts and that the story is told in dialogue between the principal characters. Before closing, she said: ‘‘Now we will write a little play in three short acts. For your plot you may use the story I told the class yesterday about the making of the American Flag. When the compositions were handed in, this one was among them. “THE MAKING OF THE FLAG.” Act I. Characters: Soldiers of the Revolu¬ tionary Army. First Soldier: Fellers, do you know we ain’t got no flag? Other Soldier: We know it. Ain’t it fierce? Act II. Characters: Soldiers and George Washington. Soldiers: George, do you know we ain’t got no flag? George Washington: I know it fel¬ lers. Ain’t it fierce? Act III. Characters: George Washington and Betsy Ross. George Washington: Betsy, do you know we ain’t got no flag? Betsy Ross: I know it George. Ain’t it fierce? You just mind the baby a minute and I’ll make a flag. —Ex. In French III.—Teacher: Translate: II va prendre son air protecteur. Miss Emery: He will put on his air pro¬ tector. In History II.—Mr. R-b-s-n: Broa- dicea assembled all the pheasants and attached a Roman camp. Latin II.—“The sailor had a son— on the side board.” In French III. we learn of a new kind of verb—a soft one. In English III. A—we find that a character wore brown knickerbockers and blue eyes. In History IV.—Miss G-l-nnr-e tak¬ ing notes on the Separatists: “The Puritans were suffragettes.” In Room Nine we are sometimes startled by what seems to be a loud thunderclap; but when order is re¬ stored we find it is only R. M-rr-o-n sneezing again. After speaking to several pupils for inattention during a history period, Mr. S-said, “When I go to hear a lecture, if it is interesting, I always like to see the face of the speaker—well, never mind; maybe that is what is the mat¬ ter here. —Ex. Harry, Mary and Ellen have been invited; Ellen, Harry and Mary have been invited; Ellen, Mary and Harry have been invited; Your choice, but remember—“La¬ dies before gents.” The Pioneer Page Twenty-eight AT THE MATINEE “Pa, why don’t cha take a front seat? Nobody’s in ’em! When we fel¬ lers go to the circus we allers set in front seats. Ooh! There’s Billy over there. Let’s sit side of him. ” “No, those aren’t our seats, son; they’re somebody’s else’s. ” “Well, we got here fust, why don’t we take ’em? Can’t I set side of Brother Perc?” “No, set here, son, and keep still!”— which he did for two seconds. “Ain’t this pretty, pa? Is that real gold up there? I bet it cost lots of money to get all that gold, don’t you, Perc? Ain’t that red thing pretty! Did you say that was a curtain, Perc? What’s in back of it?” Then the first act began. “Ooh! where’s the curtain gone, where is it, pa? I didn’t see it when it went. Where is it, pa? Do those trees grow there? This theatre must be pretty old ’cause it takes a long time for such big trees to grow. My teacher told me. You knew it, didn’t yer, Percy? What’s everyone laughing at? What did the funny lady say?” Then there was a silence for several minutes. On the stage was a see-saw on the ends of which were two little girls with electric lights on their heads. The wires could be seen very faintly. This puzzled Bobbie. “Pa, those are real electric lights, ain’t they? How do they get them there? Do the wires go right through their heads, pa?” The play was now drawing to a close. Little Bobbie must have tired for he asked fewer questions. Sighs of relief were heard on every side. As the curtain fell, Bobbie asked, “ Is that all? Oh, dear! I suppose we’ve got to go.” As they went out, Bobbie remarked, “I like to go to the theatre, don’t you, Percy? Why don’t we come oftener, pa?” “Yes, why don’t we?” sighed “pa.” This was not only Bobbie’s first ex¬ perience at a theatre, but his only one for many years to come. “Pa” was not forgetful. MILDRED L. AKERLEY. In English IV. C—Miss S.: “What is an isolated rock?” “Mr. C-r-11: “A rock covered with vines.” History IV.—“The Stamp Act was a method of stamping the colonies.” Room 9—Rows E and F near the front afford a fine example of secret communication under difficulties. We want the students to feel that the board of editors of The Pioneer are merely representatives of the school. The Pioneer does not be¬ long to the board of editors, but the bo ard of editors belong to The Pioneer, and The Pioneer belongs to the whole school. We invite friendly criticism, but we desire to have the criticism made to, and not of, mem¬ bers of the board. We are often asked why so many ex¬ changes and jokes are used at the end of our paper. It is because we like to have something last that will ‘ ‘leave a sweet taste in the mouth” (mind). The First National Bank OF READING with Resources of over $500,000.00 offers you every modern banking accommoda¬ tion. Checking Accounts, with privileges of making deposits at the First National Bank of Boston. Savings Department, with the use of the “Travelling Teller Home Safes.” Safe Deposit Boxes $5.00 per year W. S. Parker, President C. C. White, Cashier J. W. Grimes, Vice President B. L. McLane, Asst. Cashier OCTOBER 24 — New Comedy, Scene Room 2.— A lively (?) debate on “Women’s Suffrage.” Air dense with statistics from original essays by ardent suffragettes. Fish is Brain Food WE SELL FRESH FISH Get your Brain Food at the Rockport Fish Market TELEPHONE 76 YOURS FOR Dry Goods and Men’s Furnishings l COOK GEORGE H. ATKINSON CO. Telephone 70 wholesale: and retail The Price You Pay for Flour is not always an indication of quality. But when the brand of flour is REGENT that indicates Quality FRANCIS BROTHERS Furniture, Ranges and Carpets FOR CASH OR INSTALMENTS Agents for Crawford and Glenwood Ranges, Sherwin-Williams Co. Paints. Esti¬ mates given on Steam, Hot Water and Furnace Heating; also on Plumbing HAVEN STREET - - READING, MASS. Onward Flour the prize winning bread flour at the READING FAIR F. WALLACE Agent for Reading OCTOBER 30—Student on receiving report card: “I am one, my liege, whom the vile blows and buffets of ten worlds have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.” W. E. Moran THE LATEST MODELS IN .. Dress Shoes.. Up to Date Moderate Hair Dresser Prices Next to Waiting Room Reading Square Bancroft’s Shoe Store READING, MASS. HODSON BROTHERS DEALERS IN Paints, Wall Papers, Mouldings, Etc., Graining, Painting, Paper- Hanging, Kalsomining, Whitewashing, Etc. All Kinds of House Repairs Post Office Box 103 STORE, HAVEN STREET HARRY P. BOSSON . . . Insurance . . . I lf you have made up your mind you don’t want the best bread on earth, don’t try our Jersey CREAM Bread. PURVIS BAKERY - Haven Street NOVEMBER 5—Student opinions tally with those of wise politicians:— ‘‘Roosevelt will sweep the country.” “Wilson will win.” “Taft’s total will be biggest surprise of all. ” It was. ARTHUR W. TEMPLE ..EAT AT.. ..Everything in Real Estate.. Mortgages Insurance Justice of the Peace 35 Temple Street READING Tel. 223 - 5 Myers’ Lunch Room BRANDE’S BLOCK HAVEN STREET XLhc Brt Shop Telephone 282-W BANK BUILDING .... READING, MASS EMBROIDERY AND MATERIAL EASTMAN SUPPLIES DEVELOPING AND PRINTING PICTURE FRAMING Circulating Library 2c a day Cut Flowers and Plants for Sale Orders filled promptly Ground Gripper Shoes For Men and Women CURE FLAT FOOT OR FALLEN ARCH We have the sole agency for Reading HALL MACFARLAND HAVEN STREET Z. M. Saunders Second-hand Furniture, Springs, Mattresses, Beds, Iron Beds Ranges, Parlor Stoves, Carpets, Etc P. 0. Square - Reading, Mass. When in Reading eat at FOB SCHOOL SUPPLIES MORSE ' S LUNCH AT BOTTOM PRICES ..GO TO.. READING SQUARE E. C. METCALF Steaks, Chops, Stews and Roasts Sandwiches and Pie, Cigars For Advertising Space see and Tobacco Business Manager NOVEMBER 25—Students of the Reading schools showed an understanding of the true Thanksgiving spirit by their generous offerings. CANE PENNANTS J. G. JOHNSTON CO., Inc. 79 Sudbury Street, Room 402 ♦ ♦ • BOSTON Class Pins, Badges, Banners, Fobs, Cups, Etc. Write for Catalogue A big assortment of new and second-hand Bicycles and Motor Cycles at a fair price. Also Sundries of all kinds. Have your old bike repaired for spring use. H. K. AUSTIN The Bicycle Man MOTOR CYCLE REPAIRING A SPECIALTY HOW TO BE HAPPY: Try to please Try to be pleased Reading Custom Laundry, Inc. ...QUALITY LAUNDERERS... Office and Works 80 John Street Agency at F. Bartley’s, Haven St. AT YOUR SERVICE NOVEMBER 26—We admit the truth in “The pen is mightier than the sword,” but Mr. Tozer proved that “The fist is mightier than the tongue.” YOU NEED NOT APOLOGIZE for, excuse or explain away Purdy portraits. It is a great satis¬ faction to KNOW when you are giving a photograph of yourself that it is not only a true likeness but also is artistically right. It is worth a lot but costs little. It is all included in the signature of Purdy. ........ 145 TREMONT STREET OFFICIAL CLASS PHOTOGRAPHE R 1912 MYER A. ESNER F. J. SKILLEN MIS’ 1 Bovs’ Fnli nos REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE BOOTS AND SHOES Houses to Let Mortgages Property taken Care of BAGS AND TRUNKS Rents Collected 212 MAIN STREET - READING Telephone 282-W Reading Square Legal Stamps Reading, Mass. Wendell Bancroft ...Austin ' s Lunch... m 1, mood and CATERING Slumber Ice Cream and Cigars Office Washington Street Telephone Connection Reading, Mass. DECEMBER 20—Appearance of the first number of “The Pioneer. ” Let us hope it will not be “done to death by slanderous tongues.” A FRIEND MORRIS LEVINE Shoe Repairing Compliments to School Best leather used All work guaranteed Machine finish Hand sewed R. H. B. READING SQUARE ELECTRICAL CONTRACTORS V CENTRAL STABLES Corner Ash and Gould Streets .... READING HACK, BOARDING, LIVERY AND BAITING G. F. MacDONALD, Proprietor Telephone 184 PRENTISS VIALL ...INSURANCE... 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BEGIN: Day School any Monday; Evening School any Tuesday MALDEN COMMERCIAL SCHOOL Educationally the Strongest Business School in New England 156 Pleasant Street - MALDEN, MASS. (New Talk Next Month) THE PIONEER MAY 1913 Property of THE READING PUBLIC LIBRARY Reading Massachusetts -C.. W ' £= -«-( ' -9 v ( K I READING U !JC LIBRAR READING, MASSACHUSl T ELECTRICAL CONTRACTORS V V ADAMS COMPANY DRY GOODS OF QUALITY Auto Limousine Invalids’ Coach Our Auto Limousine Invalids’ Coach has all the advan¬ tages of an ambulance without the ambulance appear¬ ance. Looks like a nice limousine and does not attract any attention to a home where it is called, relieving the patient and family of the stare of a curious crowd that is always attracted by an ambulance. Equipped with air mattress and pillow, electric lighted, and heated in winter, it offers an ideal mode of transporta¬ tion for aged, sick or invalid persons to any desired destination. Distance no objection where road condi¬ tions will permit. Telephone Night or Day 105 Reading EDGERLEY BESSOM 187 MAIN STREET - . READING, MASS. WM. READ SON BOSTON, MASS. Athletic Outfitters ESTABLISHED 1820 Complete assortment of Basket Ball, Track, Hockey and Gymnasium Supplies. Base Ball Uniforms and Supplies our specialty LET THE READING CHRONICLE CUMMINGS SAUNDERS DO IT Do what? Your next printing job. Why? Because they are right there with the quality and reasonable prices. We have one of the Best Equipped Job Tel. 440 Printing Plants for miles around 9 ASH ST., READING, MASS. Fine Work ! Prices Right ! In a room far away from the maddening throng, That roam through the High School Halls Are some fellows to the number of nine plus five Surrounded by four dark walls. M. F. CHARLES YOU’RE NEXT AT PAUL SEIFERT’S Watches, Clocks and Jewelry Tonsorial Rooms Reading Sq. READING, MASS. Sold, Cleaned and FOR SCHOOL SUPPLIES Repaired AT BOTTOM PRICES 188 Main Street . . Reading, Mass. ..GO TO.. E. C. METCALF J. CUNEO COMPANY CHOICE FRUITS, CONFECTIONERY AND TOBACCO Imperial Olive Oil CORNER HAVEN AND MAIN STREETS READING, MASS. TELEPHONE CONNECTION fARDWOVE RITiNG PAPER and Envelopes for fine correspondence Medium in Price We make a specialty of Engraved Invitations, Announcements, Menus, Programs, Visiting Cards, Dance Orders, Monogram Stationery, etc., at reasonable prices. Send for samples SAMUEL WARD CO. 5 ™ TBS ST,EET Walter K. Badger Real Estate and Insurance of all Kinds Justice of the Peace READING SQUARE The Public Market W. A. RICH, Prop. Dealer in Beef, Pork, Lamb, Poultry, Hams, Lard, etc. Vegetables in their season HAVEN ST. ATKINSON’S BUILDING READING Tel. 193-3 It sounds like a prison but it isn’t, I say, ’Tis a first floor room numbered “one.” And many of us have repeatedly said “Ah, there’s where my trouble begun.” Percy N. Sweetser Have Your Shoes TRIMOUNT COAL Repaired at MAX PRAIL’S Office, Haven Street 65 Haven Street L. E. BOURDON photographer 449 MAIN STREET . . WAKEFIELD, MASS. Photographer for Reading High School Athletic Teams THE PIONEER Made his mouldings by hand. To¬ day a machine does the work. Plain, pressed, carved and turned mouldings in five woods are to be found at J. W. BAILEY SONS CO. 14 HAYMARKET SQUARE Boston, Mass. Reading Garage H. O. COPELAND CO. Staple and Fancy Dry Goods MEN ' S FURNISHINGS Agents for McCall Patterns and Publi¬ cations New and Second Hand Cars Stock Michelin Tires Premier and Maxwell Cars Reading Square Four reports which seemed great fun for the time Put me down in that room one day. It’s all right for a week or ten days or so But a month is unbearable, I say. McDAVITT Ladies ' and Gents’ Custom Tailoring 1913 COR. CHUTE AND HIGH STREETS FRED F. SMITH —Wholesale and Retail Dealer in— CHOICE FANCY GROCERIES, MEAT, FISH, PROVISIONS Flour, Hay, Grain and Straw Lime, Brick, Cement,|Sewer Pipe ourctovv Wakefield. 1915 CHAMPIONS Won 6; Lost 2 Back Row, left to right-Harrison b; P. Judkins f; T. Burns b; R. Cummings (sub). Front Row-Left to Right-M. Symonds b; R. Lougee (Capt.) f; C. Kendell b. uund� n.Srtt Aii VKOcefeU 1913 Won 5; Lost 3 Back Row, left to right—F. Nowell c; G. Robinson b; S. Mack (Mgr.); F. Gray (sub.); H. Patrick f. Front Row, left to right-G. Freedman b; G. Phelps (Capt.) b; F. Stevens b. Stye Jlumm Published four times a year by the pupils of the Reading High School. Entered as second class matter January 14, 1913, at the Post Office, Reading, Mass., under the act of March 3, 1879. SPRING NUMBER, 1913 TEN CENTS A COPY VOL. XXI NO. 3 Uaarli of lEMtans Editor-in-Chief ERNEST H. LEACH Associate Editors Grace Flint,’13 Business Managers HERBERT L. PATRICK Helen Kershaw, T3 GOULD B. RUGGLES, Asst. Madeline Wehrle,’14 Sporting Editor HAROLD LOUGEE Fred Kingman,’14 Erville Sherman,’14 Alumni Editor MARION E. PARK Eloise Bixby,’15 Advisory Editor MISS MARJORIE SHAND Helen Bailey,’15 John Burke,’16 iEiittnrxalfi GRADUATION. We are looking forward to June, for it concerns us all in more respects than one; the seniors will finish their four years’ course; the rest of the pu¬ pils anticipate the long vacation, and the members of the Pioneer board have a special interest in the June number. It is then that we expect to issue our banner number; until then, and in the present number, we ask your indulgence. We are scrimping ourselves for space, in order to make June our blue ribbon month. We make this request of our readers be¬ fore you judge our paper or before you lay it aside: do us the justice of reading every article; don’t skip the stories, for our budding young au¬ thors deserve your interest. As the time for commencement week approaches the senior girls and their parents begin to discuss the various expenses that will confront them at that time. Some are making preparations almost regardless of ex¬ pense. To be sure, one can graduate from the High School but once, but why does this necessitate an expen¬ sive graduation? A great many in the class cannot have an expensive graduation and so are put in the shade by others who can. If every one in the class would make certain agree¬ ments, hard feelings and possibly jealousy would be eliminated. Flowers are an unnecessary ex¬ pense and graduation night they be¬ come a nuisance; awkward sizes and The Pioneer Page Six quantities of bouquets may even be unbecoming. Carrying flowers is sim¬ ply a fashion and every girl feels obliged to keep in fashion. Needlessly expensive dresses are exhibited by those who can afford them and, oftentimes, they are not so pretty or practical as dresses that cost several dollars less. The dresses are usually the principal and most ex¬ pensive part of the graduation. These are only two examples of un necessary expense, but there are countless others. Perhaps there are others more important; but these, in the writer’s mind, are the most notice¬ able. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE QUES¬ TION. Many of the members of the senior class will have but one graduation during their lives. They have been looking forward to this occasion for four years; why, then, is it not right that they should celebrate as elabor¬ ately as they can afford? Much is said concerning the foolishness of ex¬ pensive dresses for girls, but, as a general rule, girls do not spend any more for their graduation dresses than for a party dress, and the former serves for many occasions after grad¬ uation. “Elaborate and “expensive are not necessarily synonymous— most girls prefer the simple dress to the elaborate one. Why should we make a stronger at¬ tempt to regulate the dress of pupils in schools than we do to regulate similar matters in the outside world? Is it not likely that by so doing we shall destroy one of the most pleas¬ ing and distinctive characteristics of the American people—originality? From some of our exchanges with other High School papers we might find a number of articles on “School Spirit.” The general trend of these articles is an exhortation to support school activities, athletic and other¬ wise. As a school we feel we have a right to be proud of the hearty school spirit which is always in evidence, and makes things run so smoothly in our building; for instance, on April 18th last the members of the various basket ball teams played a game for the financial benefit of our school pa¬ per. This was a voluntary service on their part, upon request of our “Pion¬ eer” staff. Such fellows as these are the kind which Reading High turns out; they are always ready to help a good cause, play a good game, and conduct themselves like true sports¬ men. Each player has the Pioneer’s hearty thanks, for while the financial benefit may be small, the actual bene¬ fit is large. Each player may feel with assurance that he has done much for our school paper, for without student support our paper would be impos¬ sible. People say “every kick is a boost,” but we much prefer the boost to the kick. A LIMIT. During the five days of the school week, the pupils of the High School oug v to put all entertainments, clubs and social affairs off until Friday or Saturday nights. A pupil may study Page Seven i The Pioneer hard during the afternoon, but when up until late in the evening, he is not able to concentrate his mind on his work the next day. An hour and a half of basket ball practice is all right if only for three or four days of a week. Basket ball games should come on Friday or in the afternoo ns. An hour or more is needed for recrea¬ tion on the part of most of the pu¬ pils, but that doesn’t necessarily mean neglect to one’s school work, or (if looked at from a different point of view) to “grind every minute. SCHOOL NOTES On March 28th the Bowdoin College Glee club entertained a very large au¬ dience in High School hall. The sale of tickets was so great that many peo¬ ple were turned away at the door. Although the annual concert has been excellent every year, we are forced to believe that it was even im¬ proved this year. The mandolin and glee clubs were very well received. Under the leader¬ ship of Mr. Paul Savage, the mandolin quintet gave several excellent num¬ bers. Every one present was delighted with the piano solo by Mr. W. Fletch¬ er Twombly. Mr. Cedric Crowell filled the place of last year ’s reader very competently and received a number of encores. On the whole the concert was a very enjoyable affair. After the enter¬ tainment there was dancing until 11.30. Last, but not least, must be men¬ tioned the successful candy sale giv¬ en by the seniors. According to plans previously an nounced, the Pioneer will award med¬ als to a number of pupils on class day this next June. As was first planned the editors were to award four medals: one to a student of each year for the best story or poem handed to the editors by any person in our school. There have been a number of excellent stories handed in by seniors, a few from the sophomores, one by a freshman, and, in this number, one by a junior. Surely there must be others besides seniors who are capable of “taking their pen in hand to write” at least some kind of a story; and to those we say that June is still open to wide-awake writers who may become the possessors of a handsome silver medal. The medal for obtaining the most subscriptions to our paper was won by Chester Gould, and will be awarded to him in June. He has our congratulations for his enterprise. The basketball game played for the benefit of the Pioneer netted $5.15. Did you know that all people under twenty-one years of age are supposed to be able to read simple English and to write legibly before applying for any sort of a position? Are you mak¬ ing preparations to pass this test on leaving high school? Don’t walk on the lawn which sur¬ rounds our building, because if you all should walk on the grass there won’t be enough left to keep Mr. Gleason busy mowing it—and he likes to get outdoors. The Pioneer Page Eight Seniors! Don’t you think that one large group picture of our class would be better than the usual exchanging of personal portraits? It would cost less, last longer, have all your friends in one picture, and if you keep that one picture you will never lose a like¬ ness of every one of your classmates. Don’t let the picture committee make you think that you had better have a picture of yourself, because it is for their benefit that you will be do¬ ing this; because as the writer is a member of that committee he ought to know! In February our senior class votes, by a good majority, to take the ex¬ tremely interesting and instructive trip to Washington, our nation’s capi- tol. In the few days following this decision all is bustle and planning. A short talk is given (to a small audi¬ ence) in our hall one evening. In March our hearts are still set upon our trip though a few of us drop out of the ranks. In April, when the de¬ cisive moment arrives, our hearts fail us, our courage wanes, and we re¬ main in our ancestral home safe from the terrors of travel and tribulation, leaving only a scant half dozen to represent us in the voyage of ex¬ ploration. “Ever read the above ar¬ ticle before? One like it appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest.” AAAAAAAAAA Don’t wait to be asked, just help yourself; Begin storage for your next report card.—Ex. F 1 E= 3 r ™ ' ■ r ‘ T l 1 ! LITERARY DEPARTMENT ? i] li 0= i —,,— i = i — i— iL— — ——i i=r=3 c=tt=i c— —.,— i ■=;;= i=ri=i =r =3 WHEN YOU MET HIM. One lovely morning in October, you learned some delightful news. A new boy was coming to school! Nothing so exciting had happened for a long time. You heard the girls talk¬ ing it over in little groups. Mary Belle, your own chum, was caught in the whirl of enthusiasm. At recess the girls questioned each other ex¬ citedly. “When is he coming?” “Truly”— “what does he look—” “Isn’t that fine—” “not really!” “Is he good- look—” etc. Even you yourself were interested. What if you should meet him? Sup¬ posing he sat beside you, and asked to borrow your eraser? Wouldn’t the girls be jealous! You wondered if he was tall and broad shouldered. Would he be a blond? Would his nose be Roman or aquiline? You couldn’t quite decide which you would prefer. You had plenty of time to think it over, however, because he was not coming until Thursday and it was only Monday. Tuesday and Wednesday dragged slowly by. You thought a great deal about HIM. No one seemed to know who had found out about him in the first place. He was in your mind all the time and if you dreamed of him in your sleep—well, that was your business. Finally Thursday morning dawned, but home affairs drove everything Page Nine The Pioneer else from your thoughts. The girl left, and the baby had the croup. First you had to get breakfast. After the meal was over, and the dishes done, you set out for Aunt Charlotte’s to ask her to come and help your mother. She lived a mile and a half away. Oh dear! Why didn’t she have a telephone! Since the baby was no better, you stopped on the way to tell the doctor. At half past ten, you were ready to start for school. The baby was better, and Aunt charlotte was at the house. As you walked up the school steps, at last, you happened to put your hand up to your head and what you felt filled you with horror. Your hair was caught up in a loose knot, with a big hair-pin. You had forgot¬ ten to comb it! You dropped your books in disgust, and sat down beside them, almost ready to cry with vexation. What could you do! It would take you an hour to go home and get back again, and—oh dear! you were so tired al¬ ready. Just as the tears were be¬ ginning to fill your eyes, you heard someone say pleasantly, “Really, this looks serious. Can’t I help you?” You looked up quickly. There stood such a nice looking fellow! He had the most beautiful brown eyes! He would have passed for a Greek god—at least, in your opinion. But who was he? At any rate you must answer, and almost before you knew it, you had told him the whole story, baby, .aunt Charlotte, hired girl and all. Before you had finished, he was smiling, not hatefully, but pleasantly. “I think I can help,” he said. “I have my wheel here, and I’ll see what I can find at home. You’ll want some hair¬ pins, I suppose. Is there anything else you need?” “Oh, dear yes!” you replied, “I’ve forgotten my tie and my handker¬ chief.” “I’ll do the best I can,” he said, and he was off. You picked up your books and walked over to a seat be¬ tween two large pillars. No one would notice you there. You won¬ dered about your rescuer. He was a gentlemanly fellow, anyway, and when you said, “oh dear!” he didn’t ask “who? me?” the way some boys did. He was—why, here he was, back again! He was laughing. “I couldn’t get much,” he said. “You see, we’re just moving in, and everything is still packed up. Mother gave me some hair-pins and a handkerchief, but she couldn’t find a tie. I wondered if you could use this.” He held out a big, red silk handkerchief. “Oh!” you cried, “It’s just the thing to ’wear with this middy blouse. Thank you so much!” You quickly fixed your hair, and after arranging the tie satisfactorily, you stood up. “I guess we’d better go in,” he sug¬ gested. “Don’t you think so?” You nodded, and then you went in to¬ gether. “I saw the principal yesterday,” he explained, as he left you at the door of the office, “but I’ve got to see him again today. I hope I’ll see you later,” and smiling once more he went into the office. You hurried upstairs, and after giv ing Miss Rand your excuse you has- The Pioneer Page Ten tened to your seat. The pupils were just coming into the room after the fourth period. Mary Belle started whispering ex¬ citedly. You didn’t notice what she said, however. You were still won¬ dering who your rescuer was. What class was he in? Had you ever seen him before? Just then Mary Belle poked you. “You haven’t been lis¬ tening at all,” she cried, “but, really you missed it! He’s just ‘peachy’ looking, and his eyes—well, I can’t describe them. They’re brown, the deepest shade, and so fascinating— why, what’s the matter?” You couldn’t answer, you were laughing so hard. So you had seen HIM! To think that you had met the new boy, and so unconventionally! Oh, it was too funny! Mary Belle was watching you in astonishment. Finally you managed to gasp, “I’ve seen him!” and then you began to shake again. “Well,” said Mary Belle, crisply, “you may think he’s funny-looking, but I don’t! He’s just great! So there! Laugh if you want to and she turned her back! Of course it wasn’t so awfully funny, but you just wanted to laugh. You felt so delightfully happy inside. You never told anyone how you first met HIM. Why should you? And if he walks home from school with you, and you often wear a love¬ ly red silk tie—well, that is certainly your affair, and no one else’s—except, perhaps, his. DOROTHY TURNER, 1913. The Juniors and Seniors have a large quantity of “Power.” THE FIRST WIRELESS FROM MARS. One afternoon, not knowing just what to do, I decided to ride out and and see an old college chum, Pro?. Charenton by name, who had become quite famous for his recent inven¬ tions. On arriving at a short distance from his laboratory, I discovered a tail, white mast, strung with guy- wires and spreaders, that rose out of the green just over the hill. I at once made up my mind that his latest gamr was the invention, and perfec¬ tion of some new wireless apparatus. On entering the laboratory, I found my old room-mate occupied in making the last connections in his latest electrical wonder, which he ex¬ plained was a new recording tape, for the recording of very faint and distant wireless signals, and the larg¬ est transformer ever built, having an output of 70,000 kilowatts, to be used in connection with the recording tape. Through his explanations I had be¬ come very interested, so I enquired what his object was in this new in¬ vention; his answer was, “to get into communication with Mars.” During our conversation he had completed the necessary circuits, and was ready to give the apparatus its first try out. The receiving switch w T as hardly thrown when on the recording tape began to appear a series of dots and dashes. Having a slight knowledge of the Morse and Continental codes, I managed to interpret letters and Page Eleven The Pioneer words which were “E-A-R-T-H—3-6-5 D-A-Y-S ” “M-A-R-S—6-8-7—D-A-Y-S.” After the tape stopped, Charenton strode over and opened a brass key in front of his huge mahogany mount¬ ed transformer. He began sending the same signals that were on the tape. Then two large brass knobs in front of the transformer began to glow with violet fringes, and long thin violet tongues stretched out, waving uncertainly about in the air before striking at each other. After sending the signals that had been received, the recording tape immedi¬ ately started making dots and dashes, which I interpreted as “O-K-M-A-R-S.” Again Charenton opened the key and began to send. But this time there was a report like a pistol-shot, instantaneously followed by a roaring, rendering crash, as the great transformer short-circuited on itself. The laboratory seemed filled with one huge, blinding green copper flame, as we staggered out of the building. The work of years had been ruined; just at the moment when success was assured, it had come, only to be overtaken by disaster and failure; the great mystery which en¬ velopes the distant Mars must remain unsolved until some future time! J4MES PARK, 1914. A PAIR OF RUNAWAY GLOVES. “John, where are my gloves?” Mrs. Bowniee, who was shopping with her husband stopped short be¬ fore the ribbon counter. “I’ve lost them! Come, we must find them! They are the ones Aunt Anna sent me on my birthday. They are very expensive. This is the first time I have worn them. They must be found!” Mr. Brownlee, who had been look¬ ing thoughtfully at a roll of magenta ribbon, turned suddenly. “What?” But his wife was already at the elevator beckoning to him. “Hurry, John!” she cried, as he ap¬ proaches “We will go back to Green’s at once.” “What for?” The elevator reached the street floor and she rushed out, pulling him after her. “Come on!” It seemed hardly two minutes before they were at the linen counter in Green’s. In three more they were out again and headed for another depart¬ ment store. Three more they visit, ed, making five in all. By this time Mr. Brownlee was completely bewil¬ dered. It certainly passed all comprehen¬ sion! Why on earth did his wife rush about in this mad fashion? Could it be that she had suddenly lost her senses? If so, it was plainly his duty to stop her. He caught her by the arm as they stood before the cafe where they had lunched. “Evelyn Brownlee, what is the mat¬ ter with you?” “John, I told you,” she gasped, al¬ most ready to cry, “I told you that I had lost those lovely gloves that Aunt Anna sent me my —.” “Why, Evelyn! You gave me your gloves before we had our lunch. You said you were afraid you would lose them.” The Pioneer Page Twelve “Well, of all things! You are a nice person to go shopping with! Why didn’t you tell me you had them? But then, that’s just like a man! Always doing the most foolish things! Really, this is too much! And after I rushed about in that way, I’m tired to death! Hurry, now, I’ve got to match this silk! Next time I go shopping I won’t take you!” As they hurried back, Mr. Brownlee, loaded with bundles, and dripping with perspiration, vowed savagely that nothing could make him go next time! DOROTHY TURNER, 1913. THE NIGHT OPERATOR. Robert Reynolds was the night op¬ erator of a small station on the Lake Shore Railroad. His father for many years had been a cripple from the result of an accident which he had during his service as engineer. “Rob,” as he was called, was a tall, wiry fel¬ low of average weight with blue eyes and a light complexion. He was twen¬ ty-two years of age and had only been employed a short time as operator. It was a clear, cool night in Sep¬ tember and Rob was at his usual work at the office. He was on the point of closing to leave when the sounder clearly and distinctly clicked, .—.;.—.;. This was his call. He im¬ mediately answered it. The call was from Oakland, a station fifteen miles to the west of him, stating that there was a runaway train coming down the line at the rate of sixty miles an hour. Rob knew what this meant. He grasped the key with his trembling hand, and sent the message to the sta¬ tions below. His mind was already at work. He knew it would be only a few minutes before the train would appear around the long bend in the track. Here it was eleven o’clock at night, and not a soul around but a police¬ man, who was half asleep on the cor¬ ner of the station platform. What could he do, was the question he kept asking himself. He awoke the police¬ man after much trouble, and, after more of his precious time had been wasted, succeeded in sending Jones, the policeman, after four of Rob’s friends who lived near by. At last, after what seemed hours to Rob, his friends arrived. In the mean¬ time he had the material prepared. “Go,” he said, “and grease the tracks as far as you have time for, in the direction of the on-coming ex¬ press.” “What! are you crazy?” they ex¬ claimed. “Do as I tell you, you will be re¬ warded well for your work,” was the stern reply. Five minutes more now passed by and Rob’s heart was pounding within him. Then from around the long curve showed the headlight of Num¬ ber 1898. It threw the rays many feet in front of her as she thundered along at terrific speed. Number 1898 was the Twentieth Century Limited, and she carried about one hundred and sixty passengers, more than half of whom were probably asleep, little realizing that they might be crashed to pieces at any moment. All this came over Rob in a second, and he must and would do all he could to save them. Page Thirteen The Pioneer He ran down the track towards the train for a short distance. Now the great steel mass struck the slippery rails. Around and around spun the driving wheels of the huge monster. Rob now started running in the direc¬ tion in which the train was going. But the train gained on him in no time, even though it was checked by slip¬ pery rails and a slight upgrade. Just as the engine started to pass him Rob gave a mighty leap, and grasped the handle of the cab. It gave him a terrible thud as it threw him against the side of the steel struc¬ ture with a crash. But after a strug¬ gle, he was able to regain his footing, and enter the engine. The first sight thrilled him. The fireman had evidently jumped as the engineer was alone, but had fainted, and was lying face downward on the cab floor. He quickly propped up the fainting man and placed over his face a wet cloth, but there was no more time to attend to him. At another glance he saw that there was hardly any water in the boiler and the fire was low. He must get up steam quick¬ ly. The next thirty-five miles was all down grade, and the train would gain on every inch of the way. The cold beads stood out on his face, as he piled the coal into the great fire box. He started to let more water into the boiler, but to his de¬ spair, there was none to be had. There was only about two inches of water in the gauge, and Rob knew too well what would happen if the boiler ran dry. Rob knew something ' of engines from having been on trips with his father. Onward the great mass swept, around the curves at about seventy miles an hour. It was all Rob could do to stay in the engine, so violently did it rock. His eye was constantly on the gauges. The pressure of steam was gradually increasing. If he could only get eighty pounds on he could start the air pump going. At last the hand of the gauge registered seventy-nine pounds. He grasped the lever with his shaking hand, and started the air pump. He now had a full measure of steam on, and the train was going at an eighty mile clip when it struck the last steep grade. But when Rob peered out of the cab window, it was a deadly sight to behold. There were the tail lights of Number 907, which was a slow frieght, which had left Oakland hours ago. “It has broken down on the main line,” was Rob’s first thought. He must act instantly. A flame of fear came over him, as he tried the air for the first time. He had a space less than a quarter of a mile to stop a train of fourteen cars going at the rate of about eighty miles an hour. Would the brakes hold? Was there water enough? Could he stop this huge mass? All these questions flashed across his mind in an instant. He could feel the brakes tighten on the wheels which were whirling below him. Sparks flew and there was a terrible grinding and groaning. Rob released the brakes a little, for fear of snapping the rods, so great was the pressure. There was only about an eighth of a mile distance now, but still the The Pioneer Page Fourteen heavy mass swept on. Again he ap¬ plied the emergency brake, and again the sparks flew. Would the train ever stop? A glance at the water gauge showed that the water was gone. His heart beat violently within him at the thought of what might happen. But what was his life to him if he could save the lives of many others? Now he was only a hundred yards from the broken down freight, and the train was still creeping on to it He reversed his engine, and the great driving wheels spun around as he pulled out the throttle. But at last, under a terrific strain, the great mon¬ ster came to a dead stop not more than ten feet from the rear of the freight. Rob immediately dumped his fire. The next moment he reeled and fell. In the morning when Rob awoke, everything seemed a dream to him. At his bedside was the president of the road. Rob looked at him in a blank stare, gave him a faint smile, and was again lost in slumber. —GOULD B. RUGGLES, T4. THE GENTLEMAN THIEF. A few days ago I was delivering calendars for an insurance man. When through, I was returning and thought that I would stop at a farm house which is owned by the father of one of my chums. It is stil empty as they have not yet moved in, but the boys have a hut which has been fitted up with a stove, chairs and other articles of furniture. I also have a key to the padlock, so I went up to the door and had slipped the key in the lock when I heard an unusual sound! I whirled around and saw, disap¬ pearing in a window of the barn, a man’s feet. I could not see his face and was very much frightened. Then I heard him walking around inside of the barn, so I ran up to the window next to the doors and looked in, but he had returned from the main part of the building to the stall where the window was by which he had entered. Then I took up my stand at a point from which I could observe anything that came from the window. First a brand new axe dropped out. Then came the same feet in tan shoes that had last disappeared with¬ in the barn. After the feet came a pair of red socks, then a pair of long legs covered with a pair of blue serge trousers. A serge coat of the same color followed with a pair of long arms. Last of all came a large, human head with a cap on it. This figure was nearly six feet tall, and though it looked to be eight, I had visions of jumping on him and shouting for help! He certainly looked formidable as he shook himself and picked up the axe. Suddenly, for I had seen his face, I cried out, “Stop, thief!” He jumped about as high in the air as I had jumped when I first saw him there. The face he turned toward me was not the face of a hardened criminal, as I had supposed it would be, but that of a son of the owner of the farm. His father, Mr. A-, had asked him to chop some wood, but had not given him the key to the barn. Natur¬ ally, the only way to get the axe was by entering through a window. —R. R. SHEPARDSON, 1915. Page Fifteen The Pioneer THE TALE THAT GREW. “Land sake! Mis’ Jones, I didn’t know’s I’d ever see you again! Do set down an’ rest. Here’s a cheer!” Mrs. Jones, as Mrs. Brown request¬ ed, sat down in the chair which her hostess had hastily dusted with her apron. “Well, I’m glad I got over at last! What’s this I smell, some of your love¬ ly apple-sauce cake?” “Yes, do have some. I’ll get a knife an’ cut you a slice.” “No! No! don’t cut it for me. Well, if you insist—um! It’s grand. Heard from Mis’ Jeffry lately? When’s she cornin’ home?” “I got a letter this mornin’, an’ I’m a little bit worried; you see she caught cold an’ has had some fever, so she had to be in bed. She won’t be home yet a while, I reckon.” “That’s too bad! Well, I mus’ be goin’, I got a lot of work to do. I just wanted to know if you’d heard from her. Run in sometime. Won’t you?” “Oh, yes! I will. Good-bye.” Mrs. Brown went back to her work and Mrs. Jones started across the street. “That’s too bad!” she thought. “I guess I’d better stop in an’ tell Mis’ Stearns about poor Miss Jeffery.” Accordingly she presented herself at Mrs. Stearns’ door, and at the end of her call she said thoughtfully. “Well, I don’t blame Mis’ Brown for bein’ worried. It looks like Mis’ Jef¬ fery was in for diphtheria to me. What do you think?” “I think so too; ’twould be too bad if anything happened to her. Good¬ bye, come over often.” “Yes, you, too, good-bye! ” Mrs. Jones wended her way home, while Mrs. Stearns returned to Jber kitchen. “Let me see,” she mused, “I was goin’ to tellyphone to Mary Ann to ask about her walnut pudding. Guess I’ll do it now. ’Twon’t take but a minute.” Her minute, however, lengthened into half an hour and just as Mary Ann’s husband entered their door he heard his wife say, “You said they fear diphtheria? That’s enough to worry anyone. It’s a shame. Yes, I will. Good-bye.” “Who’s this got diphtheria?” in¬ quired her husband. “Why, Mis’ Stearns just tellyphoned over an’ said Mis’ Jeffery—you know, Bill Jeffery’s wife that lives at the Corner—has got diphtheria. She went to visit her daughter. I’m dretful sorry. What’d you come in for?” “Oh, jes’ ter tell yer thet I’m goin’ ter the store with Cy ter git some meal.” The conversation between the two men on the way to the store wan¬ dered from the latest farm appliance to the doughnuts which Cy’s wife had just made, and with which they were well supplied. Suddenly Mary Ann’s husband ejaculated, “Did yer know thet Mis’ Jeffery—Bill’s wife—hes got diph¬ theria an’ they don’t expect her ter live? I call it a downright shame, ain’t it? Poor Bill!” That noon at dinner Cy told his wife the sad news of Mrs. Jeffery’s death. “Yep,” he ended, “she died this mornin’! Calculate Bill’ll be pretty lonely. Poor feller!” The Pioneer Page Sixteen The same afternoon Mis’ Cy—as she was called—considering it her duty, sent her son Bobby to invite the “Ladies’ Aid” to meet at her house. She very quickly told them the trouble. It was her conviction that they ought to send some flowers to poor Mrs. Jeffery’s funeral. The question was, what kind? The news of the death was start¬ ling to say the least. In the midst of the cries which arose, a knock was heard at the door. While the hostess was gone her guests continued to be¬ wail the loss of their neighbor. “Not dead—” “She can’t be.” “Ain’t It awful—” “Her poor husband—” “What’ll we do without—” Someone was talking in the other room. “The land o’ the livin’ ’tain’t you?” “Not really!” “Mis’ Cy” appeared at the door with a very white face. “She ain’t dead at all, she jus’ come home on the noon train!” “Who started that story?” demand¬ ed Mrs. Jeffery as she stalked into the room. “There’s nothing at all the matter with me ’cept I caught a little cold. Whoever did was —” “I only told what was told me—” cried one. “I, too—” “That’s all I said—” “Mis’ Stearns told me—” ‘T don’t see how—” “There, there,” interrupted Mrs. Cy, “I guess we all helped. Do hev some o’ this cake and preserve. Reckon we’d all better look out how we spread news after this.” The conversation was turned to a discussion of the latest “Basting” styles, and peace reigned once more. DOROTHY TURNER, 1913. We acknowledge the following ex¬ changes since our last issue: The Oracle, Malden, Mass.; The Tattler, Nashua, N. H.; The Voice, Concord, Mass.; The Student, Providence, R. I.; The Record, Worcester, Mass.; The Rayen Record, Youngstown, O.; The Somerville High School Radia¬ tor, Somerville, Mass. “The Oracle” has a very well writ¬ ten literary department and its school notes are especially full of interest; but we were surprised to find the “Ex¬ change” column so scantily written up. Do you not think, neighbors, that a few comments upon your exchanges would make this department much more interesting? “The Voice:”—Your paper is always welcome, for while it may not be as large as some, nevertheless it is full of interest. “The Record:”—You have a wealth of good material and your depart¬ ments are well written, but don’t you think your printer needs a little “jaw¬ ing” on his type work? “The Somerville High School Radi¬ ator:”—Each of your numerous de¬ partments are complete and very in¬ teresting. To be sure, your editors are numerous, but each one must have to do his part thoroughly. “The Tattler” is an exceptionally good paper. It has a very interesting 1914 Won 4; Lost 4 Back Row, left to right—A. Merrill f; R. McKenna b; H. Esterberg b; H. Dodge c; R. Wilson (sub). Front Row, left to right—J. Coleman (sub.) b; F. Kingman (Capt.) f; E. Richardson b. i©ie Won 0; Lost 8 Back Row, left to right—Waldron b; E. Turner c; R. Buck b; C. Stevens f. Front Row, left to right—Sawyer b; C. Saunders (Capt.); L. Hutchinson b. Page Seventeen The Pioneer exchange column, because of its jokes. “The Rayen Record:”—Your cuts are numerous and very good, also your Hilaritas. Where did you get all your jokes? Aren’t any of them exchanges? “The Student:”—If finances will permit you to, we might suggest that you add a few pages to your paper— it’s a little bit short. Note—Exchange copies of papers received during this year may be bor¬ rowed from Grace Flint, room nine, by those interested. Our only request is that you return them promptly. As Others See Us. Pioneer:—Your stories are inter¬ esting and the paper as a whole very satisfying. The print is rather fine.— The Voice, Concord, Mass. The Pioneer, Reading, Mass.:—To the casual observer your journal might not appeal so much as many others of less merit for the reason that it lacks the touch of tasteful variety given, by numerous cuts. Your artists seem to have turned their skill into channels of literary production and seek to paint pleasing pictures with clever diction rather than with the brush. You were cer¬ tainly greatly indebted to a number of enterprising young authors for the excellence of your Christmas issue; they allowed their imaginations such full range that we find a large num¬ ber of wide-awake, highly ingenious stories of which “Hazing Lawd An¬ other” is especially interwoven with originality and wit.—The Tattler, Nashua, N. H. GRACE FLINT, 1913. Exchange Editor. p= li = = 3 C=T7=3 =TZ= «=T,=3 —.V-3 =T7=3 =T = « —. V-3 C=T7=3 t=7 = =,c t] 0= ATHLETICS i =rs?‘=?7= ' i =?t= ] . i: =? =.cQ BASEBALL. Spring practice has started with some promising candidates trying for positions, and as few feel sure of a position, the competition is brisk. The infield looks steady, but as yet the outfield and the pitching depart¬ ment are an unknown quantity, as six of last year’s team have graduated or left school. The team is again a member of the Mystic League, with Arlington, Stone- ham, Winchester and Woburn HigE Schools. Gerald Robinson has been elected captain, and under his influence and leadership the team certainly ought not to lack those qualities whereby the best results are obtained. April 18 is the date of the first con¬ test and by that time Mr. Carroll, the coach, is confident the stiffness and sore arms of his charges will have disappeared and all will be in first class trim when the umpire says, “Play ball.” Manager William Rodden has ar¬ ranged a schedule of thirteen games and he says thirteen is a lucky num¬ ber as it is June 13th when the last game of the schedule is played, which is as follows. ♦April 18—Winchester at Reading. April 23—Wakefield at Wakefield. ♦April 25—Stoneham at Reading. ♦April 30—Arlington at Arlington. ♦May 14—Woburn at Woburn. May 16—Open. May 21—Wakefield at Reading. The Pioneer Page Eighteen ♦May 23—Woburn at Reading. May 28—Wilmington at Wilming¬ ton. ♦June 4—Stoneham at Stoneham. ♦June 7—Winchester at Winchester. ♦June 11—Arlington at Reading. June 13—Wilmington at Reading. ♦ Mystic League games. BASKETBALL. The basketball season closed in a very satisfactory manner, the boys displaying a brand of basketball hard to beat. The Athletic Association presented the following with sweat¬ ers: C. Temple (Capt.), W. Saun¬ ders, F. Nowell, G. Phelps, F. King- man, H. Crowell, L. Hutchinson, (sub.) , R. Lougee, (sub.), N. Remick, (Mgr.). February 22—the Sophomores won the Class League championship from the Seniors, 19 to 13, and also the Principal’s cup. They amply deserve the title and all that goes with it. The game was a thriller and caused much excitement as the Seniors did not give up without a struggle and died hard, so to speak. Results of games since last Pio¬ neer: Where Score Date Opponent Played R Opp. Feb. 15 Melrose Reading 25 24 Feb. 19 Wellesley Reading 20 13 Feb. 22 Alumni Reading 32 31 Feb. 28 Winthrop Reading 26 66 Mar. 8 Alumni Reading 28 36 Total—Won, 6. Lost, 10. He who intends to get up with the sun should not sit up late with the daughter.—Ex. CLASS BASKETBALL TEAMS. Seniors: The Senior Class Basket¬ ball Team were the runners up for the school title. They played fast, snappy basketball and rightly deserve praise for their fine showing. Juniors: The Juniors’ Class Bas¬ ketball team gave the Seniors and Sophomores a lot of trouble and were really stronger than their show¬ ing indicates. Sophomores: Little need be said about the champion sophomore class team, as their teamwork and playing was of the first class order, and they clearly won their right to the title. Freshmen: The Freshmen class team, while not contenders for the cup, were as hard fighting and as in¬ teresting a team as any class could wish for. Note:—All the class teams played remarkably clean basketball and went through the season with a clean slate in this respect. All the more honor to those whose tempers are some¬ times apt to run away. HAROLD LOUGEE, Sporting Editor. A woodpecker lit on a Freshman’s head And settled down to drill; He bored away for half a day And then he broke his bill. Ex. If a body see a body Flunking in a quizz; If a body help a body Is it anybody’s bizz? —Ex. Page Nineteen The Pioneer JOTTINGS. We have known for some little time that if mustard is too strong it may be diluted with water but we have just learned of the new way—of mak¬ ing a solution of mustard. Take a four gallon tank of water, fill it full and place one cup of mustard in it; allow this to stand for several days, the solution thus formed is almost tasteless, very harmful and exceeding¬ ly pleasing (to watch others take). We were always inclined to think that a teacher’s chair should be a permanent fixture like the ordinary seat furnished the pupils, and now we are sure of it. We recommend that the school committee look into this matter at once for if any accident should occur again we might not be so fortunate in retaining our mathe¬ matics instructor. Note: — (In an upright position). As he passed by the house he heard musical strains commence; And thought ’twas a yellow canary bird, Don’t shatter the poor Freshman’s innocence But ’twas only the Girls’ Glee Club he heard. Teacher:—“Joe, give a quotation from the Bible.” Joe:—“And Judas went and hanged himself.” Teacher:—“Good, give another.” Joe:—“Go thou and do likewise.”— Ex. “READING SCOLLE” EXTRACT FROM OLD “PIONEER’- Reading Enterprise of Sept. 20, 1879: “Money was raised for three schools in 1695, and in 1697, the selectmen agreed with Jonathan Poole for the keeping of a scolle in this towne for to teen the young people to wright, to read and to cast up accounts soe far as ye said Poole could and they cappable to learn in the time! Poole was to have two pounds per month for his pains and fire-wood for the use of the school at six shillings per month. But if said Poole find it hard soe to do, yn hee is to have some consideration allowed him on this ac¬ count.”—Pioneer of Feb., 1892. YOUR NAME, PLEASE? Who would naturally be the fleshi¬ est person in our school? A sopho¬ more who is Eaton all the time. If it should commence to rain and Hale and the horse balked so you couldn’t Turner you would not feel exactly full of Joy, would you? Anyone w ' ho knows Marion won’t try to Kidder. There goes Graham running down Hall! Is Eva a spider? She pos¬ sesses a Webb. You can’t tell me! Just as if Hazel was White. Did you know that Mildred is Moses? The freshmen class has some amaz¬ ing personalities; among them are: A girl who is a Seamen, a boy who has always been a Mason, and an¬ other girl who is an active Granger. We have just learned of Macaulay —and his wife. The Pioneer Page Twenty SENIOR CLASS ALPHABET. A is for Abbott, whose name always heads our good class, B stands for Bond, a smart and studious lass, C refers to Charles, very quiet is he, D is the discipline, from which we will soon be free. E is for English, so properly used to govern each remark, F is for Freeman, our History class shark. G Is for Gage, a great debater and sharp! H stands for Hilda, always ready for a lark. I is our imagination, we’ve lots of that, you know, J is for Jeanette, seldom seen with¬ out a beau. K stands for Katherine, so pleasant to all of us, L is for lunch, over which we made such a fuss. M is for Much—‘some boy he’! N is for nobody, nothing doing, as you see. O is for Opening, we hope to get P stands for Phelps, who many a bas¬ ket does net. Q is our quickness, we are noted for that! R stands for Robinson, usually called “Pat.” S is for Stevens, Marion and Frank, T is for Temple, on whose playing we always bank. U stands for Unity, which binds us first and last. W is the great writings which fill our paper X is a letter we will look up later. Marion—“After I wash my face I look in the mirror to see if it’s clean. Don’t you?” Little Lad—“I don’t have to, I look at the towel.”—Ex. Seniors listening to Mr. Poor about Washington trip: Mr. Poor: — (Wishing to give some idea of length of capitol building): “How long is this high school build¬ ing?” M. Thor-ton (absently): “Ten minutes past nine.” Statement of the ownership, management, circulation, etc., of THE PIONEER, published FOUR times a year at READING, MASS., required by the Act of August 24, 1912. NAME OF Editor, ERNEST H. LEACH. Managing Editor, ERNEST H. LEACH . Business Managers, HERBERT L. PATRICK, GOULD B. RUGGLES . Publishers, STUDENTS OF READING HIGH SCHOOL (Represented by the Board of Editors) POST OFFICE ADDRESS READING. MASS. READING, MASS. READING, MASS. READING, MASS. Owners: (If a corporation, give names and addresses of stockholders holding 1 per cent, or more of total amount of stock) STUDENTS OF READING HIGH SCHOOL . . READING, MASS. Known bondholders, mortgagees, and other security holders, holding 1 per cent, or more of total amount of bonds, mortgages, or other securties, NONE. (Signed) ERNEST H. LEACH, Editor-in-Chief. Sworn to and subscribed before me this FOURTH day of APRIL, 1913. [seal] WILLIAM H. WILLIS, Notary Public. (My commission expires August 3, 1919.) The First National Bank OF READING V with Resources of over $500,000.00 offers you every modern banking accommoda¬ tion. Checking Accounts, with privileges of making deposits at the First National Bank of Boston. Savings Department, with the use of the “Travelling Teller Home Safes.” Safe Deposit Boxes $5.00 per year W. S. Parker, President C. C. White, Cashier J. W. Grimes, Vice President B. L. McLane, Asst. Cashier No speaking or borrowing books from your friends— Like Freshmen we wait for the second bell; No base ball or basket ball then can we play, And the sessions I have I won’t tell! Fish is Brain Food WE SELL FISH Get your Brain Food at the Rockport Fish Market TELEPHONE 76 GEORGE H. ATKINSON CO. Telephone 7 wholesale: and rexail The Price You Pay for Flour is not always an indication of quality. But when the brand of flour is REGENT that indicates Quality YOURS FOR Dry Goods and Men’s Furnishings COOK HARRY P. BOSSON . . . Insurance . . . Onward Flour the prize winning bread flour at the READING FAIR F. Agent for Reading And the girls look upon us as though we (poor fellows) Had committed a dreadful crime; Perhaps it was worse when they called it “Room F,” But room one is bad enough for mine. —Contributed by one who has been there W. E. Moran Up to Date Hair Dresser Next to Waiting Room Reading Square THE LATEST MODELS IN .. Dress Shoes.. Moderate Prices Bancroft’s Shoe Store READING, MASS. ARTHUR W. TEMPLE ..EAT AT.. ..Everything in Real Estate.. Myers’ Lunch Room Mortgages Insurance Justice of the Peace 35 Temple Street READING Tel. 223-5 BRANDED BLOCK HAVEN STREET PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS PRENTISS VIALL ...INSURANCE... Room 3, Masonic Block Reading TLhc Brt Sbop Telephone 282-W BANK BUILDING .... READING, MASS. EMBROIDERY AND MATERIAL EASTMAN SUPPLIES DEVELOPING AND PRINTING PICTURE FRAMING Circulating Library 2c a day Cut Flowers and Plants for Sale Orders filled promptly CATERING FOR ALL OCCASIONS ICE CREAM Our ice cream is made from heavy, fresh, pure cream READING SQUARE BAKERY COMPANY 194 Main Street READING SQUARE Telephone 203-W When in Reading eat at MORSE’S LUNCH Ground Gripper Shoes For Men and Women READING SQUARE CURE FLAT FOOT OR FALLEN ARCH Steaks, Chops, Stews and Roasts Sandwiches and Pie, Cigars and Tobacco We have the sole agency for Reading HALL MACFARLAND HAVEN STREET CANE PENNANTS J. G. JOHNSTON CO., Inc. 79 Sudbury Street, Room 402 . . BOSTON Class Pins, Badges, Banners, Fobs, Cups, Etc. Write for Catalogue I have a good assortment of Bicycles and Motor Cycles of all makes. Iver Johnson Motor Cycles and Bicycles at a low price. Bicycle repairing a specialty. H. K. AUSTIN The Bicycle Man LINCOLN STREET, BACK OF B. M. STATION (PRACTICAL TALKS) The Keynote of Success is Service Service means, of course, attention and courtesy, but if it is EFFECTIVE it means Results. Practical results presuppose prac¬ tical knowledge. Service, as rendered at M. 0. S., means bringing to the individual student the thorough and expert knowledge of competent instructors and the advantages of a splendid equipment in a thoroughly lighted, heated, sanitary and commodious building. You will be cordially welcomed as a visitor at our school at any time. There’s a Big Field for You and much of genuine interest for us in fitting YOU for a good busi¬ ness position with a bright future. The interest for us is in watch¬ ing you grow and being able to be of real service to one who WANTS TO BE SOMEBODY in the world. The field for YOU is just as BIG as YOU will make it. You control its boundaries. Many M. C. S. graduates are occupying high positions. Do YOU really want to do likewise ? WALTER LEROY SMITH, President. 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Staple and Fancy Dry Goods MEN ' S FURNISHINGS New and Second Hand Cars Stock Michelin Tires Premier and Maxwell Cars Agents for McCall Patterns and Publi¬ cations Reading Square The Lord made the Irish and the Lord made the Dutch, The Lord made the Seniors, but He didn’t make much. —Ex. Arrow Shirts, Collars and Cuffs Redmen’s Collars Bates Street Shirts FRANCIS BARTLEY Haven Street FRED F. SMITH —Wholesale and Retail Dealer in— CHOICE FANCY GROCERIES, MEAT, FISH, PROVISIONS Flour, Hay, Grain and Straw Lime, Brick, Cement, Sewer Pipe . ERNEST H. LEACH CLASS HONOR HELEN HARTLEY PEASE SALUTATORY HERBERT L. PATRICK FACULTY HONOR HELEN G. KERSHAW VALEDICTORY GERALD C. ROBINSON CLASS HONOR FOSTER NOWELL PRESIDENT DOROTHY B. SKILLEN FACULTY HONOR Zlw pmtm Published four times a year by the pupils of the Reading High School. Entered as second class matter January 14, 1913, at the Post Office, Reading, Mass., under the act of March 3, 1879. COMMENCEMENT NUMBER, 1913 TEN CENTS A COPY VOL. XXI NO. 4 Unarii of l itora Editor-in-Chief Associate Editors ERNEST H. LEACH Grace Flint,’13 Business Managers HERBERT L. PATRICK Helen Kershaw,’13 GOULD B. RUGGLES, Asst. Madeline Wehrle,’14 Sporting Editor Fred Kingman,’14 HAROLD LOUGEE Erville Sherman,’14 Alumni Editor MARION E. PARK Eloise Bixby,’15 Advisory Editor Helen Bailey,’15 MISS MARJORIE SHAND John Burke,’16 class: Pleasing to look upon, inter¬ esting to examine and satisfying to know—a de luxe cover on both and reams of good material in each. Kind friends, pardon any seeming vanity; it is but natural that at this time we should feel a little proud! We are proud, and justly so, of the new cover design which appears with this issue of the Pioneer; it fits the meaning of our paper in a way that few designs can. There is an interesting little his¬ tory connected with this cover. Our principal, Mr. Watkins, remembered an account, which he had read some years ago, of the dedication of a statue of ‘‘The Pioneer.” It occurred to him that a picture of this piece of art would make a fine cover design A TOAST TO OURSELVES Now here’s to old Thirteen, the best year we have seen. For other years have been mere waiting time be¬ tween; And may this good old year to all bring glad good cheer. With not a doubt nor fear, nor sorrow dim nor tear. Yet there is work to do, if we are to be true; The hours are growing few before our last adieu; So hail to old Thirteen! Let memory keep it green. Steadfast, true, serene: long life to old Thirteen! —Dorothy Turner. TO THE SENIORS. This number of the Pioneer is dedi¬ cated to the senior class. It is our hope that the paper is worthy of the class, for the class certainly is an ex¬ ceptional one. Like our paper is our The Pioneer Page Six for our school paper. Since then we have looked through magazines and papers in a vain attempt to find some clew as to where this statue was, or in hope of finding a picture of it. This spring we were convinced that a picture of this statue, which we knew to be somewhere in the West¬ ern states, was what we must have for our commencement number. Let¬ ters were written to the secretaries of nearly twenty Western states ask¬ ing for news of this monument. At last it was located in Denver, Color¬ ado. A photograph was immediately procured through a photographer in Denver, and a half-tone cut of the up¬ per part of the monument at last se¬ cured. So, for this little school paper official government machinery has been set in motion. Among those who hve aided us are a secretary of state, a Denver photog¬ rapher, a Boston engraving concern, and the printers who have helped us give the picture an appropriate set¬ ting. To Mr. Watkins our heartiest thanks are due, not only for thi$ help¬ ful suggestion, but for his continued interest and co-operation in all things for the good of our school pa¬ per. The Pioneer board has elected as editor-in-chief for next year Madeline Wehrle, 1914. Everything looks tow ard a prosperous year, and a fine school paper. We ask that the splen¬ did support given us this year may be extended to the new editor-in- chief. While to many the final article seems to have required but little work, and is easy to criticise, yet those who have had a chance to taste the real work, begging for arti¬ cles, running after them, scratching up dead and buried jokes here and there, and correcting what material is deemed worthy, can tell you that as in all work it “looks easy,” but— However, we do not intend to com plain, for if there is one thing which keeps human beings happy and busy —mostly the latter—it is plenty ol work; so hurrah for 1914! May it bring its share! This issue of the Pioneer closes the contest for the medals of literary mer¬ it which were offered by the board of editors and which were presented at the Class Day exercises. The final de¬ cisions reached by the judges were made with great care ancT only after much thought. The stories for the year, as pub¬ lished in our first three numbers, to¬ gether with the copies of the stories to be published in our June issue, were submitted without names to two members of our school committee, Mr. Jesse W. Morton and Mr. Howard W. Poor. The judges made their awards sep¬ arately and the similarity of the de¬ cisions proves the certainty of their correctness. The awards for the sophomores and juniors were the same in both cases, the prize for the best 1915 story going to Helen Bailey, the author of “The Home Coming,” and for 1914 to Gould B. Ruggles for his story, “The Night Operator.” In the case of the 1913 stories the judges differed. As there were twenty- two entries from that class it would have been strange if with so many ex¬ cellent stories the judges had made Page Seven The Pioneer the same selection. The two stories selected by the judges were submitted in the same form to Miss S. Marion Chadbourne, the head of the English department of Melrose High school. The choice made by Miss Chadbourne was awarded the senior medal of lit¬ erary merit; the prize winning story was “The Conversion of Anne,” by Dorothy Bond. We extend our hearty congratula¬ tion to the winners and hope that the custom of awarding medals for liter¬ ary merit will become a permanent feature of the Class Day exercises. We wish to thank the judges, Mr. Morton and Mr. Poor for their ser¬ vices so kindly rendered on short no¬ tice, and we wish especially to thank Miss S. Marion Chadbourne for aiding us at the last moment in reaching a decision in the contest. Our thanks are also due the many pupils who have tried for the prizes and honorable mention is given to Dorothy Turner for the many excel¬ lent stories which have helped to make our paper so interesting. SCHOOL NOTES. Town meeting and a mock trial have made the senior history classes more than interesting this spring. The mock trial “came off” without a hitch, and also removed all suspicion of guilt from the head of the crim¬ inal. The “twelve honest jury men” did their duty in the face of the ex¬ treme privation of missing the noon¬ day lunch. Those who went from our high school to Washington, during our va¬ cation, had a pleasant trip, in spite of a little indisposition on the part of one or two, and their only regret was that no more of their classmates could accompany them. From the ex¬ tensive knowledge gained by this trip we stand ready to inform our more ig norant classmates. For convenience we will refer you to the following: Helen Kershaw will be glad to de¬ scribe the sea trip; Hilda Prentiss will be more than pleased to give you an extensive outline of the culinary department and its management, 1 Edith Buck can tell you how they dance in Washington, and Ernest Leach will describe a sitting of the Blouse of Representatives. Here we might also mention the fact that we had the honor of meeting President Woodrow Wilson. The Pioneer staff extends their hearty thanks to teachers and pupils alike for their encouragement and financial support this year. We owe much to Mr. Watkins, to Miss Shand, our advisory editor, and last, but foremost among those who have en¬ abled us to publish such a large pa¬ per, are the tradesmen in our town, and outside who have aided us by ad¬ vertising in our paper. We consider our paper a good advertising medium, but it is hard to convince others of it, and to those who have aided us we wish to express our hearty thanks. Gould B. Ruggles, T4, is to be the business manager of the Pioneer for next year. We are sure he will be able to keep up the high standard of work, which has been set by Herbert Patrick, the present manager. The Pioneer Page Eight SENIOR AVERAGES. The names of those who attained first honors in scholarship by earn¬ ing a mark of 90 percent, or over, for the four years’ course are as follows in the order given: Helen Kershaw, Helen Pease, Dorothy Bond, Louise Kinsman, Barbara Abbott, Dorothy Turner. Edith Buck Mildred Akerley Grace D. Flint Helen Quinlan Chester Putman COMMENCEMENT HONORS. The six honor parts for graduation night are as follows: Helen Kershaw, valedictorian; Helen Pease, salutator- ian; Ernest Leach and Gerald Robin¬ son, class honor; Herbert Patrick and Dorothy Skilien, faculty honor. The Ivy Day parts were awarded as follows: Foster Nowell, Katherine M. Canty and Frank Stevens, elected by the class; Helen Quinlan, Dorothy Bond and Edith Buck, elected by the faculty. jp i 1 1 1 1 1 1 « 1 ■ I ! 3 C=L =3 I ' 1 i C—_Z3 « 1 1 ■ « 1 1 1 f 1 1 1 ■ 1 1 tZjJ ! LITERARY DEPARTMENT! PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1913. By D. Bond and H. Quinlan. Bond: Wall, the new cook’s coming today; wonder what she’ll be like, hope she’ll be haf decent. ’Twas so nice have ’n Dorothy Turner here. She wan’t a very good cook, she uster be studying all the time she was cookin’—an’ she uster let things burn, no method at all. Mrs. Spinney was on the point of firing her lots of times, but now she’s left of her own accord, got a job as President of Wel¬ lesley—and so she thought she wouldn’t hire out any more— Well, here she comes. I ain’t goin’ to speak to her, don’t know’s there’s any call to. Probably is as conceited as time. Quinlan: Humph, I ain’t crazy ’bout this sort a thing. Wish Warren hadn’t gone away. Bond: Humph! Little shrimp of a thing! Make’s me sick the preten¬ sions of some people. Quinlan: You’re real grouchy to¬ day. Well, who ever thought of see¬ ing you here in North Reading. Why, the last time I heard of you, you’d eloped and gone to Canada. Bond: O, yes, the climate didn’t agree with John—poor John—and he passed away some time ago, so I came back to the Metropolis. Quinlan: Yes, who’d a thought North Reading would a grown like this. I’m sure I didn’t know my way around. Bond: Yes, I know; ain’t it tho’. But perhaps you don’t know about it. This is the city where the new suffrage system is being worked, all women at the head of the depart¬ ments; they was a long jujigger in the paper about it, perhaps you seen it. Quinlan: O, yes, I read about it. There’s considerable of our class in North Reading, ain’t there? Bond: Yes, there’s Doris Bangs is matron of the Old Ladies’ Home. Mil- dren Barrett as was, uster live here too, but do you know she disap¬ peared t’other night an’ my friend. Page Nine The Pioneer Lyman Pratt, Mrs. Barnard’s coach¬ man (we’re real chummy, me an Ly¬ man) well, he said t’other night that he seen an areoplane swoop down and pick up Mildred, and go off, and I read Astorbilt’s son is just been mar¬ ried to a girl from this city, and I bet it was Mildred Barrett, an’ Ly¬ man thinks so, too. Wall, as I was sayin’, there’s Mary Devaney, Chief of Police, and Mildred Chisholm and Doris Tarbox is on the police force. It’s the greatest police force ever known. Why, about two years ago, Mrs. Sylvester (she’s Clara Hale, as was, you know she’s real happily married), well, her youngest ran away and law, that posse chased all over creation an’ then found him fin¬ ally sittin’ in the coal bin down cel¬ lar, eatin’ coal, an’ coal so dear, too. Oh, they’re wonderful. Quinlan: Oh, I don’t know, there was a pretty good police force where I came from. Mrs. Spinney said I was to wash these dishes. I suppose these are them. Bond: Ya, right over there, all piled up. Quinlan: Isn’t Willis Turner still here? As I came up I saw “Turner Reid” on a One Cent Store. Bond: Yes, they sell anything from hairpins to hatpins. Did you see Rodden Nowell’s automobile estab¬ lishment? Quinlan: Automobiles!!! Bond: Yes, automobiles has gone out of style, but Foster and Billy think there’s nothin’ like their Case American automobile combination. You’d a died t’other day, my friend Lyman ses he was walkin’ by ’n’ some one’d just come out of Foster ’n Billy’s place with an automobile ’n they run over a chicken, ’n out rushed McDavitt from his butcher shop nex’ door ’n he - grabbed that chicken n’ run back with it ’fore the owner could git outside ter know what was goin’ on. Quinlan: Well, that was funny! But did I see Edward Lord steering an areoplane for sightseers? Bond: Yas, seein’ N. R. is quite a fad. Quinlan: (Cut finger) My land, here, I’ve gone an’ cut my finger on this old dish pan. It’s a wonder they wouldn’t have an electric dish wash¬ er! Bond: There, here’s some of Her- bolzheimer’s Healing Salve, a sample can that was left here t’other day. Here, let me bind it up. Hum—you’d very likely find an electric dish wash¬ er in Barbara Abbott’s house, she won’t have anything modern, so’s to be different—dreatful contrary. Quinlan: Barbara Abbott! She here? Bond: Barbara Abbott! You don’t mean to say you don’t know who she is? Why, she’s Mrs. Barnard, the wo¬ man you’re working for, and me. I have to wash out of an old fashioned wash tub, but she pays me well. Lit¬ tle thought I when I married poor dear John (sniff) that I would have to take in washing. Maybe you think I did wrong eloping with the garbage man, but he was a lot better to me than most would have been. Quinlan: Well, my husband, War¬ ren— Bond: Warren! Who! Don’t tell me- Warren Charles! Quinlan: Yes, I s’pose I shouldn ' t The Pioneer Page Ten say nothing against him now, ’s I took him for better or worse, but he does wear me out, he whistles so much, ’an when he was out of work, he might have got a good job whist¬ ling for the Reading Movies. Well, he’s off on an expedition to South America, an’ I’m obliged to cook for a living. Ye know it was thro r Warren that I heard about Herbert Patrick, the great Socialist, who threw a bomb at Pres. Leach an’ escaped to Iceland, where he joined Chester Put¬ nam in that expedition when they found Captain Kid’s + reasure. Bond: Yes, I read about him, but my laws, how’d they find out where t’was ? Quinlan: Why, from Capt. Lougee. He’s been running a whaling schoon er for the last ten years. He has rel¬ atives who sailed with Capt. Kid. Bond: Wall, speaking of miracles, what do you think? About a year ago when I was working over to Mal¬ den, me and my friend, Bill Parkins —he’s a policeman over that way, wall, him an’ me ’uster be quite friendly, an’ we’d take in a show now an’ then, an’ once when we went, who should be the leading man but Stanley Mack! Quinlan: Stanley Mack! Bond: Yes, and they say Marion Steens is actin’ too, is ’t so? Quinlan: Ah, yes, fair Marion so cultivated her dramatic ability that it wasn’t long before she was playing star parts on the Great White Way. Throngs would crowd the Broadway theatre night after night to have their passions torn to tatters by Ma¬ rion in the title role of “Bertha, the Beautiful Sewing Machine Girl,” and when the curtain would fall, she used to glide gracefully forth to re¬ ceive armfuls of flowers, and as she stood there before the footlights, the eyes of the conductor of the orches¬ tra would seek hers, and she would gaze yearningly into his. Night after night this continued until at last—he entreated her to elope with him to his ancestral estates in sunny France. Bond: Y’ don’t say! Laws a me! How romantic. (Sigh.) Anything like that makes me believe in fairy tales —my friend Lyman’s superstitious. Me ’n him went t’other day to see Mme. Sylvia Lang, ’n she told us ’t we was made for one another, so Ly¬ man ses we better git hitched. Ain’t that romantic? Quinlan: A few weeks ago I went to Revere Beach and had a ride on the Merry Go Round, and who do you s’pose come round, “Fares, Please?” You couldn’t guess, so I’ll tell you, my old neighbor and classmate, George Freedman. He says he’s doin’ fine, making mints of money. Wish I was! Coming home from Revere, and who should stop me but Mary Thorn¬ ton. She’s a nurse in the Peter Brig¬ ham hospital, you know. She told me about a bad accident case she’d had a little while ago—a wonderful cure. It was Alfred Townsend. He’s in the monument business, and he made a statoo of the late President Roose¬ velt, and it fell onto him and he was most killed. My laws, how’d I ever forget. Whose funeral d’ye think I went to yesterday? Marjory Gage’s. She uster talk fer the talkin’ movin ' pichers. By the way, I believe they’re the ones Albert Doucette was a-run ning in Reading. Wall, one day, Mar- Page Eleven The Pioneer jorie lost her voice—poor girl—you can imagine what a blow ’twould be to Marjory. She liked t’a died. N’after that she just pined away. I went to see her oncet to try and cheer her up, but, my laws, what a reception I got! She was jist’s mad cause I could do all the talkin’ (first time I ever could, when she was around) not that I’d say anythin’ against Mar¬ jorie, her havin’ passed away as ’tis— but I must say—you can’t expect to keep a voice if you’re going to work it overtime the way she done. You should have seen the dress Mrs. Bar¬ nard had on at the funeral. Bond: Yes, Barbara is a regular so¬ ciety queen, she has so many invita tions she keeps five secretaries busy answering them, and that’s a fact. N. R. always was a lively town. Quinlan: Speakin’ of clothes, Ma¬ rion Rodden has a fine establishment in millinery in Paris. They say her styles are quite a la mode; she’s well known throughout all Europe. Bond: An’ the other day I was vis¬ iting my god-child, Louise Kinsman Van der Kickemoutski’s daughter. Quinlan: What, have you got a god¬ child? How old is she? Bond: Why, she’s going to Vassar next year. Quinlan: Vassar! Why, Helen Pease is dean of Vassar, and they say she thunders at the Freshmen so that they all tremble when they come into her presence, and some of ’em don’t dare go near her at all. Bond: Oh, yes—wall, as I was say¬ ing, I found Dottie, my god-child, sit¬ ting in a hammock reading one of Margaret Carleton’s thrilling detec¬ tive stories and eating some of Cur- rell’s Shell-less Peanuts. Quinlan: Oh, yes, I had some of those peanuts the other day at Sea¬ man’s Circus. I believe I’ve got some here now, in my bag. Have some? You know ' Phelps has made a grand hit as a lion tamer in that circus. Bond: Oh, yes, an’ Helen Kershaw, too, is travelling with them, and she’s a snake charmer, and they say the snakes don’t stand a show against her, she waves her hands around, so that the snakes have a seasickness sensation and Helen herself can tes¬ ti fy that there is no help for sea¬ sickness. (Noise.) Quinlan: My goodness—what’s that? Bond: Oh, they’re cheering the posse. They’re dreadful proud of them. They’re having a special pa rade today in honor of Doris Tarbox You know Doris is a plain clothes officer and the other night wffien she was patrolling her beat she heard a noise like silver rattling. So she busted open a window and crept stealthily to where the noise was coming from; and there was Nellie Eisenhause counting spoons and put¬ ting them in a bag! Doris grabbed her and took her by force to the pol¬ ice station. Nellie made an awful pro¬ test, and Doris didn’t have no hand cuffs nor nuthin’, but she got het there all right. After some talking and arguing, though, it finally got out that it was Nellie’s own house, and she was counting her own spoons and taking them up to bed with her. But wasn’t Doris brave? Why, the whole town was proud of her. Quinlan: Yes, I read about Gov. The Pioneer Page Twelve Canty giving Doris a medal. Is that the same Catherine Canty that was in our class? Bond: Yes, sure, it’s the same one, governor of Massachusetts. She sent Edna Young and Dorothy Skillen to Mexico to introduce suffrage. Quinlan: Yes, they say Gov. Canty chose them because they have such loud voices. Why, the way they thun¬ der at the people is deafening. I went to hear them once. But—“Never Again!” Bond: Most of these things I learned from Lyman Pratt. There isn’t anything he don’t know, from the humblest of our class to the greatest. But, ain’t we proud of our greatest. But, then, I always knew that Ernest Leach would be some¬ thing great, and President of the U. S. ain’t too good for him. Even if I am a washerwoman, I can say I was once real chummy with the president of the U. S. Quinlan: Humph! I’d heap rather be a washerwoman than a Salvation armyist—the other day when I was down to the station to see one of the Prentiss and Buck Tours leave for Washington, I saw Helen Turner and Jeanette Stickney with their red banners, collecting money for a thanksgiving dinner for children. I should think they’d get awfully tired travelling around begging. Bond: Speaking of travelling, Free¬ man Gray came in first as a Mara¬ thon runner a couple of years ago. (Freeman always was a speedy youth.) Quinlan: Ruby Powers is teaching aesthetic dancing. Bond: Yes, I saw an advertisement by Grace Flint in the Reading Chron¬ icle. They say she made the Read¬ ing Chronicle what it is, she gets af¬ ter all the big news. Quinlan: Why, yes, we have lots of literary people in our class. Look at Margaret Reid. She’s just published a wonderful treatise on the “Evolution and Habits of the Strongilosentrotis- drobachiensis.” Bond: Of the what? Quinlan: Oh, that’s some sort of an animal, I believe. Bond: Well, speaking of beasts, and such like, I read, in the paper that Mildred Akerley had succeeded in raising three new kinds of worms. Humph, just as if there weren’t enough worms in this -world, and now she’s trying to raise a three-legged dog. She’s vivisected about 200 with her fool notions already. She argues that a dog with three legs would be a dog worth having, and I don’t know but what she’s right. Mildred’s always great on freaks. She uster go with me. Quinlan: That reminds me, Pat Robinson and Frank Stevens have a ranch out west. Carroll Temple is backing them. Bond: Carroll Temple backing them? Where’d he get the money? Quinlan: Well, partly from his earnings as a Red Sox player and partly from his savings from his class dues. Bond: (Gets a cigarette box full of matches.) Say, ain’t that a pretty cover? That reminds me—Minerva Gilman is painting the covers for cig¬ arette boxes. Quinlan: I got a letter from George Phelps, an old sweetheart of mine, Page Thirteen The Pioneer and he told me about some more in the class, too, but I can’t remember what ones (takes out letter), ’Ellen Riley is secretary for Mrs. Pank- hurst”—I don’t know how he ever found out. Oh, yes, and listen to this, “Ruth Morrison is a quack doctor; she’s invented a medicine for sneez¬ ing, an anti-fat remedy, and a sure cure for broken hearts. Ruth McLeod is very happily married to a wealthy shoe manufacturer, and living in a mansion in Brooklyn.” Bond: Here help me carry this bas¬ ket out. (Enter P. Cummings with paper.) “Papers? Papers? Paper, Miss?” Spread paper open. Bond: Well, look at this. (Helen rushes over and says—) Quinlan: Where? Where? What? Nelson Remick? Bond: (Reads): Greatest Financial Panic of Modern Times averted by Egg Trust King! Nelson Atwood Re¬ mick comes to People’s Aid, and Throws His Entire Fortune into the Breach. Calmly Risks His Billions for His Country’s Safety! Before New York had got its breath there was rushed into Wall Street the announce¬ ment of Mr. Remick’s engagement to Miss Geraldine Thomson, the beauti¬ ful daughter of Thomas Thomson, the Steel King. Besides the immense for¬ tune she will inherit from her father, Miss Thomson has some hundred odd millions in her own right. To a re¬ porter Mr. Remick said this morning, “I am the happiest man alive. I have saved my country, and now I am going to marry the sweetest girl in the world. If Miss Thomson were penniless, she would be just as dear to me.” Our new national hero is the man of the hour. Wall Street has de¬ creed a holiday in the Stock Ex¬ change the day of his wedding. And Congress has passed a bill to put in New York harbor in place of the stat¬ ue of liberty the image of the savior of his country, Nelson Atwood Remick! THE BROTHER’S POINT OF VIEW. “Squealer, squealer!” Mose Black shouted to Ikey Finkelstein. “Where wuz you las’ night? Thought yer wuz goin’ to help us fellers fool the new cop.” “Quit it, I ain’t no squealer. You’d oughter been where I wuz las’ night. Gee, I bet you’d laughed when yer seen thet graduation. Say, it was some show, ye kin jist bet yer boots.” “Aw, yer a squealer jest the same. Yer didn’t really have t’ go. Yer jist gut scared. I knows yer.” “I did eh! Well, if yer could ’a seen the scrubbin’ I gut, yer wouldn’t say that.” “S’pose I’ll have t’ believe yer, yer face does look kind a’ red and shiny. Where wuz the show, up at the school?” “Sure, there’s a big hall, and all the ones what graduate gets passes for to give to their family. It only took six for us, cause Joe and Katy wuz too little t’ go. The girls and boys all marched in t’ music. Then they had prayers an’ singin’, and di¬ plomas and some speeches. Say, it was fun to watch the first girl who spoke. She wuz so sceered she forgut her piece, and was sayin’ ‘er-er-er’ The Pioneer Page Fourteen jest the way I did when I spoke at school las’ Christmas. After that the others wuz some better until Sue be¬ gan. She looked at me an’ I winked an’ she grinned. I winked again and she tried to stop smilin’ and start her piece, but she couldn’t remember it. Well, yer know I’ve herd that piece for the las’ two months. She said it to the kitchen mirror by the hour, so I hollered, ‘At last the hour is at hand when—’ when Ma clapped her hand over my mouth, and dad grabbed my collar and Sue, she began her piece. “Funny, but after we gut home, Sis was mighty cross at me. But she might be standin’ there yet, if I hadn’t said it. Don’t yer wish you’d been there.’’ “Naw, course I don’t. What’s the use of such a fuss long ’as yer get yer commotion card? I don’t care ’bout no graduation and diplomas, I’d rather go to the circus.” DOROTHY BATCHELDER SKILLEN LOOKING BACKWARD. Dearest Clytie: Well, Little One, graduation is al most here. I’m so glad you like my photo; I think it’s the best I had taken. I s’pose I’m ready for gradu¬ ation, but oh! when I think of it, what a flock of memories come crowd¬ ing back! Of course Freshman year every¬ thing was new, and the things that happened were “first” things. There was the first day of school. How large the building looked, and there were so many rooms! I lost myself three or four times during that first week, the program cards were so hard to understand, and it was always a Junior who showed me where I be¬ longed. Then there was my first reci¬ tation. How my knees shook, and my voice trembled! It was hard to say a word, with fifteen superior Seniors pretending to study at the back of the room. After three weeks of good be¬ havior, I was reported. A Junior had uee n asking me how I liked High School. Of course I started to answer, but before two words were out of my mouth, I heard someone say, “You may report, Miss Eastman, for whispering.” I gasped, and a lump rose in my throat. Reported! I tried to study my Algebra, but there was a mist between my eyes and the book. The Junior was watching me. “Never mind,” she said, “I’ll fix it.” It seemed an impossibility. What could she do? But I felt relieved and began to learn “the square root of a number equals—.” As I went down stairs at the close of the period, I felt a hand on my shoulder: “It s all right,” said the Junior, “you needn’t come back.” I wondered, but I went home happy, and it wasn’t un¬ til three months later that I found out that she had taken the session for me. Sophomore year, the reports came often, and oh! how I despised the poor little Freshies. For “stuckup- itiveness” there’s nothing to equal a silly Sophomore. It was during that year, you know, that one of the basket ball players asked to walk home with me. Of course I let him. The next year I only missed two games. You remember, Clytie, for you were here then. How we girls Page Fifteen The Pioneer worshipped those heroes of battle! Do you remember how excited wo were when we were first asked to go to a dance? it was our first Junior dance, and we confided in each other. I do believe I told you everything that happened, and I know you never betrayed my confidence. I was so happy when HE asked me. I’ve been to every dance with him this year. Others have invited me, but— Now, Clytie, you’ll surely be here that night, and hear me say my piece. I guess I’ve got it memorized at last. Here’s hoping I don’t forget any of it. We had a memory passage to learn in English the other day, and when I was called on to recite, I got up and said, “Another year has pass ed, and again we meet at grad—.” I heard Annette Lathrop giggle, and I stopped short. Then, looking hard at my shoes, I said, “The memory of other authors is kept alive by their works, but the memory of Johnsoir keeps—” etc. I got through it some¬ how, after I once got my mind off my graduation stunt. And now—till the night of nights— Au reservoir, BETTY. 1913 REMINISCENCES. Do you remember the countless times that first year that you were gently informed by the teachers that you were in the wrong room, and dis¬ covered, much to your own embarrass¬ ment and to the others’ amusement, that your proper place was in some remote room at the opposite end of the building? You smile now when you recall the short lectures you re¬ ceived on giving up childish habits and games, and becoming a trifle more dignified. And weren’t you proud when your basket ball athletes won the school cup that year? Have you forgotten, too, the extremely long vacation you had, because of a small¬ pox epidemic, and how reluctantly yoli came back to school and spent the remaining weeks preparing double lessons? Your second year was rather an un¬ eventful one, but in many Ways you are glad, now that you are old enough to realize that this meant good be¬ havior. You were such a model class that nothing out of the way ever hap¬ pened to cause excitement. After¬ noon sessions had then become a mat¬ ter of course to you. How astonish¬ ingly the Latin classes diminished this Sophomore year! Did you dis¬ like Julius Caesar, or did you merely decide to become independent, and not take this study just because some¬ one else did? Your Junior year you were a mem¬ ber of a full-fledged organization which finally agreed to establish class dues,—a source of annoyance, yet also of a bank account. You felt proud when you heard the financial outcome of your first dance, and prouder still when the splendor of the school hall dazzled your eyes at the grand reception which you gave to your departing schoolmates. Again your class heroes excelled in basket ball, thereby adding another cup to your trophies. This fourth and last year has held The Pioneer Page Sixteen its usual pleasures. As a Senior, you have revelled in the games, dances, concerts, and the picnic, all of which will remain in the final memories of your high school career. You deriv¬ ed much pleasure from planning and dreaming over a trip to Washington which you never took. Nevertheless, your vacation spent at home has probably meant added enjoyment which might otherwise have been omitted at commencement. And now, Class of 1913, your high school life is about to close, so here’s to your future! May it be all that your past has been! DOROTHY BATCHELDER SKILLEN. BJDDY’S DREAM. John O’Dwyer was known to be one of the greatest story tellers in the “yard.” The other day he was over¬ heard while telling this one: “My wife, Biddy O’Dwyer, is the quietest crathur in this world. The work she can do and her industhry bates creation, and she’s asy kept up, too, for it’s very little she ates, and drinks nothin’ at all. “But after all, Biddy has one failin’; she’s a shockin’ dhremer, the shockin- est dhramer ever I come across. There’s not a morin’, good luck to her, but she’ll have this: “ ‘Oh, John, I dhramed a dhrame.’ “An’ I’ll say, ‘Whist, now, Biddy,’ but she’ll have it out in spite of me. Faix! I believe if it was kep’ in on her she’d choke. Well, one mornin’ anyhow, she begun: “ ‘Oh, John, I dhramed a quare dhrame.’ “ ‘Now,’ says I to meself, ‘John, you’re in for it anyway.’ “ ‘Yis, John said she, ‘I dhramed a dhrame, an’ when I dhrame it’s sure to come in thure’, says she. “‘Oh!’ says I, ‘sometimes it does and more times it doesn’t.’ “ ‘Well,’ says she, ‘anyway I dhram¬ ed a dhrame and in my dhrame I seen two black rats lookin’ across the wall. The black rats is inimies, John, and the wall is your purtection. Then all of a suddint I seen their fiery eyes lookin’ at you. That showed they were fierce agin you. Then I saw tha one had on Jack Dooner’s new coat an’ the other Mike Farrell’s ould hat; that showed me who they were. Then I saw they had two long grin- nin’ teeth apiece, and great claws, which towld me they had power to in jure you. So then I turned to study the wall which was your purtection, John, and I seen that it was hung all over with Father Pether’s robes amjl vestments; so now, John, take heed to what I say, an’ whatsomever there is betwixt John Dooner, Mike Farrell and yourself tell it all fair and straignt to Father Petlier.’ “ ‘Ah! don’t be botherin’ us,’ says I, an’ with that I tuk up my hat and out I walked. “Well, all through the mortal day, what she said stuck in me mind, al¬ though I did me best to fergit it. Ye see, it happened the week before, Mike Farrell, Dooner and meself, whose farms joined that villian Duff’s big farm, had a differ with Duff about mendin’ the gaps, and we left it to be decided by Father Pether, and he give it agin us. So we swore to kill every Duff on the townland, and to tar and feather Father Pether himself; Page Seventeen The Pioneer and we were to do it this same night. “When I come home to dinner, the wife says to me, says she: “ ‘John, the praties aren’t biled yet, nor won’t this half hour, here’s your Sunday hat, John,’ says she. “ ‘What do I want with my Sunday hat?’ says I, but I tuk hoult of it, all the same, and out I stepped agin, and I says, ‘Biddy,’ says I, ‘if I do this, we must quit the counthry at oust.’ “ ‘John, says she, ‘an she tuk hoult of me two hands, ‘you’re an honest man, and aren’t we under notice for non-payment of rent, and haven’t I beyont sixty pounds in the ould stock¬ in’, and the childer are hardy, God bless ’em, and my father ’ul thake the thrifle of stock off our hands, and supposin’ we had to make a moon¬ light flittin’ itself, what better could we do nor go to Ameriky, where I have siven first cousins on me great¬ grandmother Clark’s side of the house, to say nothing of me sister’s hus¬ band’s aunt’s brother’s wife’s cousin’s folks, so run along,’ an’ with that she pushed me through the dure and off I went an’ tould Father Pether the whole business and got full absolu tion, good luck to his Riverence. “ ‘And now, John, you misfortunate cratheur, what do you expect to do?’ says he, ‘for I know them fellers well, and afther this day’s work yees can’t stay here.’ So then I up and tould him what Biddy said, an’ he wrote up and tuk passages for the whole of us, an’ we started two days after, and that’s how Biddy’s dhrame dhrove us all out of the counthy. “But we’ve done right well ever since, and had no cause to regret it for we throve apace and the seven daughters made the best of good matches, and the boys did rail well, too, for I give them an iligent edlca- tion. “Biddy and me has no sort of trouble now, and evenings we sits and smokes our pipes in peace and com¬ fort. I hear from the ould counthry now an’ ag’in an’ I am always glad to, and I still love it in my heart, for there’s no land like it for real pleas¬ ure and friendliness and good-fellc5w- ship and neignuorly, too; for if it hadn’t been for the neighbors I’d never have left it.’’ In Eng. IV. “The planning of the murder showed poor head work on the part of Mrs. Macbeth.” Eng. IV, A. Mr. Phelps tells us that the Indians were massacred by the Indians and the hardship. Dorothy Bond says: “When I say horrid, I mean horrid!” Miss Park in Physics class, in an¬ swer to question: “What way is the shiup going? Miss Park: “East and West.” We wonder who hid those papers in French III, A. We wonder what caused the hearty laughter from H. D -dge on a day that all should have been quiet in room 8, period 4 German III.: Ein altes lied erausti ihm ins ohr. D. Tu-n-r: “An old song rushed past his ear.” German III.: Der kutscher, der die Wagenpferde ins gras brungen woltte. E. 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The honor of being the tallest mem¬ ber of 1913 belongs to Foster Nowell, who has attained an altitude of 6 ft.; a close second is Williams Par¬ kins, a skyscraper of 5 ft. 11 3-4 in.; others who have grown above the surrounding world are Marion Stev¬ ens, L. Pratt, E. Leach, F. Gray and W. Charles, all of whom are 5 ft. 11 in. in height. The honor for lack of height goes to Mildred Barrett, who boasts of 4ft. 8in., and next, Mildred Chisholm, who has three inches more; while there is a third represen¬ tative of the dwarfs in the person of Albert Doucette, who measures 5 even feet. Our tallest are by no means our heaviest. George Phelps is class heavyweight with 160 lbs. to his cred¬ it; but, as George is not fat, he must be good and solid. Warren Charles comes second in weight with his 155 lbs. The honor of being the lightest weight goes to the holder of the other award—the shortest—Mildred Bur- rett, who has to carry some 87 lbs. of weight all through the hot summer weather. But Mildred has a close second in the person of Doris Tar- box, who weighs all of 92 lbs. Gloves and shoes form our next topic. Beware of William Rodden if you wish to fight, for he has a good solid fist, being the possessor of the largest gauntlet in our famous class. Mildred Barrett, who by the way, is claiming many awards, has among others the distinction of having the smallest hand in this class roll call. The honor for longest shoe (being tall requires good underpinning) be¬ longs jointly to Warren Charles and Foster Nowell, and we will have to divide that honor between them. The smallest shoe, and thereby the claim of blueblooded ancestry belongs with all its honors to Mildred Barrett, who wears a number one shoe. As you may have noticed, Mildred Barrett carries off first honors as shortest, lightest, and as possesser of the smallest hand and foot. All hail to Mildred! Two very surprising facts came to notice in obtaining the average weight and height of the class of 1913. The total weight of our class, as in¬ dicated by slips passed in, is 6124 lbs., or, in the rough, our class weighs about 2 1-3 tons. Did you realize it? The average weight is very good, considering the light weights, for 122 lbs. is what we weigh on an average. Not so bad, is it? Height also shows intersting facts. The average height is 5 ft. 5 1-2 inches, which is not extremely tall, but this lack of height is somewhat offset by the total height to which we tower, for our class is 272 ft. 3 1-4 in. tall! German III.: Den Kopf nach ihm zunickwendend. M. W-h-le: “Throwing her head back to him.” German III.: Der Nachtan rieselte zurischen den Blattern. “Are you in pain, my boy?” asked the kind old man. “No, sir, the pain’s in me,” replied the kid.—Ex. Page Twenty-one The Pioneer Although our baseball team has been greatly handicapped by having no pitcher it has not become discour¬ aged. We have the veterans, Temple, Robinson, Lougee and Seaman from last year, while much promising ma¬ terial has been developed. We have been very fortunate in securing the services of the Howard twins. April 18, Reading opened her sea¬ son with Winchester at Reading, and after a hard battle lost, 1—0. Seaman pitched a good game. April 23, at Wakefield we were again deefated 9—4, loose playing be¬ ing the cause. April 25, Stoneham came to Read¬ ing and won, 6—0. May 8, at Arlington, we suffered defeat from a fast team, 9—1. May 14, at Woburn, we again were defeated, 5—0. Seaman pitched a fine game, but had poor support. May 21, Wakefield came to Read¬ ing. In the seventh our boys rallied, but were unable to win. The playing of Currell and the pitching of Temple were the features. May 23, Woburn came to Reading and won, 5—2. Temple was the star. The umpire had an off day and gave Woburn the long end of most deci¬ sions. Our team is having a little hard luck this year, but never fear, it will come back! And when it does somebody had better get out of the way! At any rate our boys know how to lose in good style! ASST. SPORTING EDITOR 14. Our Sporting Editor tells a joke in Physiology Class! April 10, 1913. Period 2. Physiology class recitation. Speaking of colds. Mr. Lougee: “I know of a case of a white man who was incompletely clad and almost frozen. He met an In¬ dian, who said, “Your face cold?” The white man said, “No.” The In¬ dian said, “Well, me all face!” (Loud applause.) ALUMNI NOTES. Class of 1907. Bernice Batchelder—Teaching in North Reading. Genevieve Bosson—Reading Co-op¬ erative Bank. Lowell Hanson—Boston Furnace Co. Class of 1906. Helen Abbott—Instructor of Eng¬ lish, Woman’s college, Frederick, Maryland. Bertha (Bartlett) Kochendoyer— Address Palenque Cheapas, Mexico. Beryl Bruorton—Teaching in Mar¬ blehead. Esther (Emerson) Batchelder— Living in Washington, D. C. Josephine Leach — Teaching in Stoneham High. Annie Pooche—At home. Class of 1905. Harold Boardman—N. W. Harris Co., Boston. Ruby Willis—Instructor in Mathe¬ matics at Wells College, Aurora, New York. Class of 1904. Edwin K. Abbott—Commercial Na¬ tional Bank, Boston. The Pioneer Page Twenty-two The exchange column finishes its first year with this number. It has not yet been thoroughly understood in the school just what the exchange column is for. In the first place all of the exchange papers come to the editors and are put through a sieve, so we will be sure to get as many good ideas for our own paper as pos¬ sible. After this some of the best jokes are copied and printed in our paper. Then, too, we make friendly criticism; sometimes they are favor¬ able and sometimes they are not, but they are all taken in the right way and no hard feelings are caused. Although we do make good use of the changes we do not intend to keep them all to ourselves. The more the members of our school read them the better we like it. If this is done more scholars will realize how our paper compares with those of other schools. We may also learn of things that will improve our school in every way. Then, too, our “Pioneer” is sent out so that the high schools in neigh¬ boring towns and cities may become better acquainted with us and know what we are doing. nail, Willie.” “Been scratching your head again?” A woman was discussing the Eng¬ lish language with Rudyard Kipling. “Don’t you think it strange, Mr. Kipling,” said the woman, with su¬ perior wisdom, “that sugar is the only word in the English language where an ‘s’ and a ‘u’ come together and are pronounced ‘sh’?” Mr. Kipling’s eyes twinkled as he answered, “Sure.” French III A.: On ne 1’ avait jamais ou ni a la Bourse. Mr. D-wm-ng: He was never seen in his purse. He flunked in Latin, failed in French; We heard him fiercely hiss: “I’d like to find the man who said That ignorance is bliss.” Ex. Freshie (meeting his professor, who was wheeling his new son in a peram¬ bulator—“Taking your son out for a little airing, eh, Professor?” Professor—“No, I’m taking the lit¬ tle heir out for a sunning.” S. M-ch is fond of using “they was.” In Biology: Miss I.—What comes out of a vol¬ cano? E. T-rn-r.—Red hot lava. Miss I.—What does it do to ani¬ mals? E. T.—Freezes them. M. B-d-g-r: “The evening dew bristled between the leaves.” “Pick this splinter out of my finger¬ Teacher (in Latin): “Give the parts of occido?” “O Kid; O Kiddo! Dearie! Oh, Kis- sum!”—Ex. The First National Bank OF READING with Resources of over $500,000.00 offers you every modern banking accommoda¬ tion. Checking Accounts, with privileges of making deposits at the First National Bank of Boston. Savings Department, with the use of the “Travelling Teller Home Safes. ” Safe Deposit Boxes $5.00 per year W. S. Parker, President C. C. White, Cashier J. W. Grimes, Vice President B. L. McLane, Asst. Cashier Student:—“Who originated the first Student:—“How’s that?” geometry problem?” Teacher:—“Didn’t he construct the Teacher:—“Noah!” Ark B. C.?”—Ex. is Brain Food WE SELL FRESH FISH Get your Brain Food at the Rockport Fish Market TELEPHONE 76 GEORGE H. ATKINSON CO. Telephone 7 wholesale; and retail YOURS FOR Dry Goods and Men ' s Furnishings COOK The Price You Pay for Flour is not always an indication of quality. But when the brand of flour is REGENT that indicates Quality HARRY P. BOSSON . . . Insurance . . . Onward Flour the prize winning bread flour at the READING FAIR F. WALLACE Agent for Reading Cal! and see K. GREEN First Class Shoe Repairing by Hand All Work Guaranteed HAVEN ST., OFF. DEPOT J. J. Colorusso ...FRUIT... Confectionery and Cigars THE LATEST MODELS IN .. Dress Shoes.. Moderate Prices 10 Haven St., Opp. Depot READING Bancroft’s Shoe Store READING, MASS. ARTHUR W. TEMPLE ..EAT AT.. ..Everything in Real Estate.. 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EMBROIDERY AND MATERIAL EASTMAN SUPPLIES DEVELOPING AND PRINTING PICTURE FRAMING Circulating Library 2c a day Cut Flowers and Plants (or Sale Orders filled promptly DON’T FORGET US On Your Next ICE CREAM Order No Order Too Large, None Too Small READING SQUARE BAKERY 194 Main Street READING SQUARE Telephone 203-W When in Reading eat at MORSE’S LUNCH Ground Gripper Shoes For Men and Women READING SQUARE CURE FLAT FOOT OR FALLEN ARCH Steaks, Chops, Stews and Roasts Sandwiches and Pie, Cigars and Tobacco We have the sole agency for Reading HALL MACFARLAND HAVEN STREET CANE PENNANTS J. G. JOHNSTON CO., Inc. 79 Sudbury Street, Room 402 ♦ ♦ . BOSTON Class Pins, Badges, Banners, Fobs, Cups, Etc. Write for Catalogue H. K. AUSTIN CO. Dealers in Automobiles, Motorcycles, Bicycles and Sundries Repairing in all its branches The Motor Bicycle is the biggest little thing of today for business or pleasure. Its cost of main- tainance is small in comparison with an automobile yet it will travel as far and as fast. Its uses are many, as a fire fighter or police service, mail carrying or pleasure. It is the working man’s friend. As a time saver it has no equal. Better call and see my new Pope line. Good stock second-hand of different makes. Also a big stock of new and second-hand Bicycles and Sun¬ dries. Repairs promptly attended to. H. K. AUSTIN CO. Corner Lincoln and Prescott Sts., READING (PRACTICAL TALKS) EXPERT TESTIMONY A day or two ago the manager of a great corporation told me in his office that they liked the young business peo¬ ple that M. C. S. has sent them. i He said, “we should like to feel that we can depend up¬ on you to keep us supplied.” At this writing we have furnished them with sixteen former students and graduates of M. C. S. The proof of the training is in the using. We can train YOU FOR and place YOU IN a good position, if you will let us. WALTER LEROY SMITH, President. BEGIN: Day School any Monday; Evening School any Tuesday MALDEN COMMERCIAL SCHOOL Educationally the Strongest Business School in New England 156 Pleasant Street MALDEN, MASS. MYER A. ESNER Gents’ ran Bovs’ Finings BOOTS AND SHOS BAGS AND TRUNKS 212 MAIN STREET - READING Legal Stamps Wendell Bancroft Charles W. Lee DEALERS IN Coal and Lumber Agents for Otto Coke Telephone 126-3 F. J. SKILLEN REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE Houses to Let Mortgages Property taken Care of Rents Collected Telephone 282-W Reading Square Reading, Mass. ...Austin’s Lunch... CATERING Ice Cream and Cigars Telephone Connection Reading, Mass. J. M. MAXWELL, Jr. . . Electrician . . Wiring of old and new houses a specialty Speaking Tubes, Bells and Telephones A full line of Fixtures and Supplies in stock 69 HAVEN STREET TELEPHONES { Office -R 17 ’ 4 MORRIS LEVINE Shoe Repairing Compliments to School Best leather used All work guaranteed R. H. B. Machine finish Hand sewed - READING SQUARE FREDERICK I. WHITE Reed Pipes for Church and Concert Organs Quench Your Thirst and Satisfy That Longing for ICE CREAM at the Fountain THE WILLIS PHARMACY The Coolest Place in Town on a Hot Day We Carry a Full Line of Popular Drinks and Sundaes ...TRY US... Compliments of ROBINSON REID 15 HAVEN STREET m ' n. ' r +-1 JR rr : ■ mm READIN MASSACHU ■■M ■ V iffijWS; MARCH 1913 ' ' IV ' , «M • ‘ Yr « -• ' ■ ‘i v ' -I ' l . V £ W-JQ A VACL L9 ELECTRICAL CONTRACTORS V y GIRLS’ GLEE CLUB WE WONDER We wonder if C. Temple can shoot fowls as well as he can shoot fouls? Auto Limousine Invalids 9 Coach Our Auto Limousine Invalids’ Coach has all the advan¬ tages of an ambulance without the ambulance appear¬ ance. Looks like a nice limousine and does not attract any attention to a home where it is called, relieving the patient and family of the stare of a curious crowd that is always attracted by an ambulance. Equipped with air mattress and pillow, electric lighted, and heated in winter, it offers an ideal mode of transporta¬ tion for aged, sick or invalid persons to any desired destination. Distance no objection where road condi¬ tions will permit. Telephone Night or Day 105 Reading EDGERLEY BESSOM 187 MAIN STREET - - READING, MASS. HEADING PUBLi ' C I IR READING, M,r v ADAMS COMPANY DRY GOODS OF QUALITY LET CUHINGS SAUNDERS 00 IT Do what? Your next printing job. Why? Because they are right there with the quality and reasonable prices. Tel. 440 9 ASH ST., READING, MASS. THE READING CHRONICLE We have one of the Best Equipped Job Printing Plants for miles around Fine Work ! Prices Right! We wonder would certain young men enjoy pulling weeds in a garden as well as they do pulling on a certain other well known weed? YOU’RE NEXT AT M. F. CHARLES PAUL SEIFERT’S Tonsorial Rooms Reading Sq. Watches, Clocks and Jewelry READING, MASS. Sold, Cleaned and P. MARFIA Repaired Foreign and Domestic Fruits, Groceries Candy, Cigars and Tobacco 188 Main Street . . Reading, Mass. Italian Products and Imported Olive Oil BRANDE’S BLOCK - Haven Street J. CUNEO COMPANY CHOICE FRUITS, CONFECTIONERY AND TOBACCO Imperial Olive Oil CORNER HAVEN AND MAIN STREETS READING, MASS. TELEPHONE CONNECTION WM. READ SON BOSTON, MASS. Athletic Outfitters ESTABLISHED 1820 Complete assortment of Basket Ball, Track, Hockey and Gymnasium Supplies. Base Ball Uniforms and Supplies our specialty Walter K. Badger Real Estate and Insurance of all Kinds Justice of the Peace The Public Market W. A. RICH, Prop. Dealer in Beef, Pork, Lamb, Poultry, Hams, Lard, etc. Vegetables in their season HAVEN ST. ATKINSON’S BUILDING READING Tel. 193-3 READING SQUARE We wonder has the basket ball team’s by-word been ‘‘Let George do it?” Percy N. Sweetser Have Your Shoes TRIMOUNT Repaired at COAL Office, Haven Street MAX PRAIL’S 65 Haven Street CO O © a yZ. J-t -f-I D O 3 o • rH -P fiS CO a CD 00 r CD Ph P-i D ft a D H 3 c3 a TZi LLI D Sh P CD £ Sh 3 H c3 a a c3 O U (A QD •rH ft? o Ph Compliments of Dr. Harold N. Boyle heading Garage H. O. COPELAND CO. Staple and Fancy Dry Goods MEN ' S FURNISHINGS New and Second Hand Cars Stock Michelin Tires Premier and Maxwell Cars Agents for McCall Patterns and Publi¬ cations Reading Square We wonder if the B. B. T. would like to join the Salvation Army? ARDWOVE and Envelopes for b. Apt R3 . niApM «a«. f i n c correspondence f ' ll I tm P JEk Medium in Price We make a specialty of Engraved Invitations, Announcements, Menus, Programs, Visiting Cards, Dance Orders, Monogram Stationery, etc., at reasonable prices. Send for samples SAMUEL WARD C0. SHS, S! ,,KEI ■ altr pmtm Published four times a year by the pupils of the Reading High School. Entered as second class matter Jan. 14, 1913, at the Post Office, Reading, Mass., under the act of March 3, 1879. MID-WINTER NUMBER, 1913 VOL. XXI TEN CENTS A COPY NO. 2 fBmtrit of lEMtora Editor-in-Chief Associate Editors ERNEST H. LEACH Grace Flint 13 Business Managers Helen Kershaw 13 HERBERT L. PATRICK GOULD B. RUGGLES, Asst. Madeline Wehrle 14 Sporting Editor Fred Kingman 14 HAROLD LOUGEE Erville Sherman 14 Alumni Editor Eloise Bixby 15 MARION E. PARK • Advisory Editor MISS MARJORIE SHAND Helen Bailey 15 John Burke 16 EDITORIALS ities as to the benefits obtained by Midwinter is at hand and the school year is half over. Juniors, you will do well to remember that at this time in the year 1914 class parts will be assigned. Sophomores and Freshmen, do not forget that you are the Sen¬ iors of the future. That little story of the tortoise and the hare has a truth which we may apply, with pro¬ fit, to our High School work. OUTSIDE STUDY. At the present time there is muc h discussion among parents and author- home study, especially in the lower grades. It is true that in the High School the banishment of home study would necessitate a complete change in the curriculum and where the High School is so dominated by the col¬ lege requirements, this change would come hard. At the same time many contend that, in the end, a system¬ atic course of study conducted by the teacher would prove more efficient than the haphazard attempts of stu¬ dents to study when they have not yet mastered the right way to study. The Pioneer Page Six In the grammar grades it has been proven by experiment that outside help given to backward pupils by, of¬ tentimes, inefficient parents serves rather to hinder than to aid. If a child cannot get what he is supposed to get during the school day, he is cer¬ tainly not helped by his overtime struggles. And then what effect has evening study on the health of boys and girls? After a schoolday of activity the nor¬ mal student craves sleep and, this being denied, there certainly is no physical or mental benefit. What time is left for the child, especially if he is a conscientious pupil, to be in the open air, if, after a day of confine¬ ment, he must continue to study after school has ceased Is it therefore right to allow stu¬ dents to impair their physical and mental strength by needless study? To be able to stand before an audience and fluently and correctly speak your mind is a talent worth while. If one can speak without hesi¬ tation upon a familiar subject, he will eventually be able to talk “off hand.” Some time during our life we are li¬ able to be called upon to make a speech. Why not be prepared? Prob¬ ably it is for this reason that we are required to “make a speech” before the members of our class. Instead of feeling that it is one more infliction imposed upon us by hard task-masters, let us rather consider it anly another opportunity for preparing ourselves for our work in the world outside. SCHOOL NOTES Although the basketball team has been outweighed this season, it has not grown discouraged; the result has been some first class contests. Cap¬ tain Carroll Temple has made an ex¬ cellent record as a fast forward, his shooting of fouls could scarcely be im¬ proved upon. Harold Currell, the oth¬ er forward, though lacking in weight, has atoned for this defect by his shooting ability. Foster Nowell, cen¬ tre, has shown a good eye for the bas¬ ket. Even though George Phelps and Fred Kingman, the backs, have not been as keen, perhaps, for the basket, they have covered better as a rule, and have worked hard whenever the ball was in their territory. Saunders and Hutchinson, the substitutes, have shown themselves always ready to step into the game when neces¬ sary. Nelson Remick has proved an excel¬ lent manager, and in his careful at¬ tention to the many details of his of¬ fice, has contributed his share to the success of the team. Mr. Carroll, the coach, has taken much personal interest in the play¬ ers. To his coaching ability is due, in no small measure, whatever success the boys have already achieved. Through “The Pioneer” the stu¬ dents of the High School express their best wishes for Miss Low’s con¬ tinued success in her work in the Somerville High School. We extend a cordial welcome to Miss Alice R Quinby, Miss Low’s successor. Miss Quinby of Cumberland Mills, Maine, is a graduate of Bates college. Page Seven The Pioneer The Christmas issue of “The Pion¬ eer” cost seventy dollars. This ex¬ pense is not met by the money from our subscription list. Please bear this in mind, and make due allowance for fine print and limited space. An item¬ ized expense account will be published at the end of the school year. The Christmas dance was given by the Juniors Friday evening, Decem¬ ber 27th. About forty couples were present. Mrs. James P. Carleton and Mrs. George L. Merrill were the ma¬ trons. The music by the American orchestra of Wakefield was an im¬ portant factor in the evening’s enjoy¬ ment. Friday, March 7th, the annual High School concert will occur; don’t miss it! The Bowdoin Glee club will come to Reading on the 28th of this month; this concert is now an established fea¬ ture of the school year, and is always enjoyable to its many patrons. GIRLS’ GLEE CLUB CONCERT. The program given by the Girls Glee club was well chosen, and pro¬ nounced a complete success. The re¬ sults of faithful practice were evident and the enunciation so clear that few had difficulty in understanding the words. The first three selections were humorous and warmly applauded, the next number “A la bien Aimee,” by Miss Esther Fay, was played with ex¬ pression, and held the audience in rapt attention. Two more selections by the Glee club closed the first part of the entertainment Mr. Arthur Harold Tosier opened the second part of the concert by playing two selec¬ tions with his usual skill and tech¬ nique. The cantata, “A Day in Rose- land,” closed the concert in a pleas¬ ing manner. The Glee clubs’ leader, Miss Myrtle Prentiss, and Miss Doris Fish were the soloists, they were well received and loudly applauded for their vocal talent. Miss Marion Rodden, pianist, and Mr. Tosier were presented with flow¬ ers for their part in making the con¬ cert a success. EXCHANGES. We have received the following ex¬ changes since the last issue: The Voice, Concord; Punchard Ensign, An¬ dover; The Magnet, Leominster; The Debater, Wakefield; Gazette, Lynn Classical High School; Clarion, Arl¬ ington; The Radiator, Somerville. The Voice: Your stories are not very numerous. Would it not be bet¬ ter to have an issue every other month and have more stories? The Clarion: The charades in your paper are very interesting, in fact, the whole paper is a very interesting one. Punchard Ensign: The “verses” in your paper show a great deal of tal¬ ent, and your stories are numerous and very interesting. The Pioneer staff wish to express their thanks to Miss Elsie Killiam, a loyal alumnus of Reading High School, for the excellent drawing which she kindly made for us and which is upon the cover of this issue. The Pioneer Page Eight THE MIND’S GRAVEYARD. Would you ask in tones so mournful, Ask in low tones full of sorrow, For the meaning of those sad words, Of those deep words—“The Mind’s Graveyard.” I would answer, cheerfully answer, O, my friends, if you do truly Wish to hear the whys and where¬ fores, Wish to know and profit by them, Listen, O ye worthy Pupils, To the words that I will tell thee. Like the rustling wind man’s mind is— Indescribable, immortal— And hidden in the mind’s recesses, Far below the sight of mankind, There is found the Mind’s Grave¬ yard. There the pupils bury all things— Bury them, yea, without mourning, Bury them without once knowing Until in the distant future, When the pupil’s hair is whitening, Then will come to the Mind’s Grave¬ yard, Then will come the resurrection; And the pupil will be happy WTien he knows that things he buried— Buried all unconsciously, unknowing, Have returned to give him comfort. Then his heart will grow more youth¬ ful, For his last years will be brightened By the memories of the past. O, ye pupils, youths of this age, Ye have heard these words. Now profit! O, when ye have learned a new song, From some teacher grasped a new thought; Found out some thing about nature; Played the snowy games in winter, Heard the robin’s song in springtime; Fished and rambled in the summer; Raked and gathered leaves in au¬ tumn; All these things—the joys of child¬ hood. Go then, bury in the Graveyard. Then, when thou art old and weary, Then will come the resurrection; Then thy last years will be bright¬ ened By the memories of the past! HELEN LIVINGSTON BAILEY, ’15. DRY FODDER! Eng. IV. A.—We learn of the par¬ able of “The Sewer.” Eng. IV. A—Framing logical defin¬ itions. The logic is certainly irrefut¬ able. W. T-rn-r.—“Basketball is a game for everybody.” Oh, it is? S. M-a-k—“A dog is an animal that barks.” If you have a cold don’t bark for you may get a kick. “Andrew Jackson stood six inches in his stocking feet.” We all should be interested to see one of those two-wheeled baoy car¬ riages that M. Gage tells about. Miss M-rr-s-n informs us that “The Sedition Act was passed to prevent foreigners from speaking.” That was a real “gag” law. Page Nine The Pioneer THE END OF A KENTUCKY FEUD. Slowly the cold northern sun sank beyond the tops of the tall pines of a Canadian forest. It paused for an instant on the horizon, then dropped like a huge ball of fire out of sight, plunging the country into darkness. Then, one by one the silent stars began to appear. The moon in all its glory rose out of the east, and slowly mounted higher and higher in the sky, until its silvery rays found their way down through the dense foli¬ age of the pines and spruces and gradu¬ ally changed the darkness into a dim light filled with mysterious shadows. Quietness and peace prevailed in that vast Canadian forest. But that quiet¬ ness was soon broken by a long dis¬ mal howl of a wolf in the distance. His mate answered him and then all was quiet again. Shadows began to flit back and forth on the glistening surface of the snow, accompanied by little squeaks. Suddenly the top of a nearby pine seemed to come to life. Its boughs swayed mysteriously back and forth and then without warning a lithe figure shot through the air and landed with ease on the hard crust of the snow. He raised his long shag¬ gy head and sniffed the air in all directions. Suddenly he became rig¬ id. his tail swayed uneasily. For a moment he hesitated and then with a bound disappeared in the darkness Hardly had the panther gone when the figure of a man shot out of the shadows. He paused for an instant, tightened the strap that held a pack to his back, changed his rifle from his left hand to his right, and then sped on over the smooth surface of the snow. Quietness again prevailed in that vast orthern forest, broken now and then by the howl of a wolf or the scream of a panther. Suddenly another figure glided from out the shadows. He carried a rifle in his hand and that was all. He was breathing heavily, and stopped now and then to examine the trail of the man who had preceded him. Over logs and fallen trees he went, ever keeping to the trail of the other man. Night was far spent when he suddenly came upon the camp-fire of the man whom he was trailing. He stopped, removed his snow shoes, and then carefully threw a cartridge into the magazine of his rifle. He took up a position behind a tree just outside the circle of light thrown off by the fire. From here he silently observed the figure of the man who was lying by the fire, and who was evidently asleep. Twice he raised his rifle to his shoulder, and aimed it at the head of the sleeping man, but each time lowered it and shook his head. At last he seemed to arrive at a definite decision. The sleeping man was suddenly aroused from his slumber by a loud voice which rang out sharply on the night air. He jumped to his feet, rifle In hand, and stood peering out in¬ to the darkness. Again the voice rang out, but this time not so loud. “Harvey Johnson, I have you cov¬ ered. Drop your rifle or I will fire.” The man by the fire did as he was bidden, and his rifle disappeared un¬ der the snow. The Pioneer Page Ten A pause, and then the man who had issued the command moved forward Into the circle of light He covered the other man with his rifle, but when he saw he was disarmed, low¬ ered it and came nearer the fire. Suddenly the man who had been disarmed became angry and took a step forward towards the man who had called him by name, but he stopped when the latter raised his rifle to his shoulder again. Neverthe¬ less he spoke out in cold angry tone. “Who are you that comes here in this manner and calls me by name?” For answer the other removed his fur hat, threw back his head and looked the disarmed man in the eye. “Lawrence Martin!” exclaimed the man called Johnson. “I-I-thought.” He stopped. Words seemed to fail him. He shook from head to foot, and passed his hand acrossed his fore¬ head several times. He tried to speak, but could not. “Yes, you thought you killed me, didn’t you?” spoke up Martin, “but as you now see, you failed. I have fol¬ lowed you for three years Johnson, continued Martin in cold even tones, “at one time through the everglades of Florida, again over the gold fields of the west, until at last I tracked you to one of the forts of the Hud¬ son Bay company. I disguised myself as a trapper and for two days I watched for a chance to kill you, but none came. On the third day I saw you preparing for a journey. I, too, prepared for a journey. You were giv¬ en a half a day’s start so that I would not excite suspicion at the fort, and then I followed you. For two days and a night I followed your trail un¬ til at last I tracked you here. And now Johnson, I have a proposition to make to you.” During this speech Johnson had calmed himself. He now stood erect facing Martin, his arms folded acrossed his chest and a look of de¬ fiance on his face But no plea for his life escaped his lips. Again Martin spoke, but this time not so harshly. Instead his voice con¬ tained a gentler and half questioning tone. “Harvey,” he said, “I could never quite understand why you did what you knew you would hang for, if caught. I never bore any malice tow¬ ards you up to that day when you attempted my life. When you saw me fall after you fired, you probably thought I was done for, but you see, Harvey—” and Martin threw back the hair from his forehead and dis¬ closed to view a long livid scar which ran across his forehead from temple to temple. This unnerved Johnson, who for a minute, drew back with a low exclamation of surprise and horror. “But that bullet did not stop there,” Martin continued. “If it had I would given you for your malice towards me. But, Johnson,” and here Martin’s voice took on a bitter tone. “That bullet of yours after striking me sped on its deathly mission and struck down one whom I loved best on earth, the one who was at my side when you fired at me. You remember whom I mean, Johnson—Laura Lee. No, you did not kill her—probably it would have been better if you had. She re¬ covered from her wound, but her senses were gone. She knows nothing Page Eleven The Pioneer of the past, her mind is blank. She does not even know me and many a time 1 wished your aim had been truer. When I recovered from my wound I swore a solemn oath that I would have your life for your coward¬ ly deed. My first chance came tonight. Twice I held the front sight of my rifle on your head while you were sleeping, but I could not kill you in col d blood, the way our families killed each other in that feud of v r hich only you and survive. After that feud had started, you remember I disappeared I went north to live with an uncle of mine who sent me to school, where I studied for the ministry. I had just completed my course at college when I received word that the last of my family had been killed and that of your family only you remained. I decided to go back to my old home and see my old friends and at the same time to see if you and I could not agree on peace. They warned me upon my arrival that you were at large and were wait¬ ing for me. But I laughed at them, and said that Harvey Johnson would not kill his friend, but I soon learned that he was not my friend. I was on my way to your cabin to visit you and to see if you would give up the feud and call it ‘quits’ when you fired on me and struck down the one who was so dear to me. Since then my heart has hardened. I trust no one. I gave up the ministry in order that I might take your life, but when my chance came, the chance that I had been looking for for three years, I failed. I could not kill you in cold blood while you slept. As I drew a beade on you from behind the tree, something seemed to blur my eyes. I saw, instead of the front sight, a face. The face of the one whom you shot. It seemed to plead with me not to shoot. My hand shook. I lowered the rifle and cursed myself for my weak¬ ness. I raised it the second time, but again that face appeared. It seemed to wear the same expression of old, before you shot her. A strange feeling came over me. Something seemed to tell me that she was better and had recovered her mind, and was waiting for me to come home Before I left I told my friends that I would not come home until I had killed you. They laughed and said that you would get me first. I am no coward, Johnson, but I could not kill you when that vi¬ sion seemed to plead with me I decid¬ ed then and there that I would for¬ give you, that I would offer you my hand and ask you to return with me to M-, and seek the forgiveness of her. Come, Johnson, shake,” and Martin stepped forward and held out his hand. Johnson had not changed his posi¬ tion once during Martin’s speech, al¬ though his face had undergone sever¬ al changes. He seemed taken back by the offer that Martin had put to him. His hands dropped to his side, but not a word escaped his lips. He seemed to be in deep thought. The fire had died down and a dim light was thrown off by the coals. A wolf howled in the distance which seemed to arouse Johnson. He raised his head slowly and looKed at Martin. “Martin,” he said, “I have listened to all you have said and am sorry that my bullet did not stop in your head. No, I will not take your hand. The Pioneer Page Twelve I, too, made a solemn vow to my dy- ihg father who was shot, while sick in bed, by your brother, that I would not rest until I had killed the last of your family. You were a fool, Martin, not to shoot me when you had the chance, because I intend to keep my vow. I have a proposition to make you. A mile from here is a high cliff with a drop of two hundred feet to its bottom. Come, we will go there and finish our feud with the weapons that nature furnished us. Will you go?” Martin seemed taken aback by this strange challenge, but knowing John¬ son only too well he decided to go He simply said: “Lead the way, John¬ son.” Together they traveled in sil¬ ence. As they neared the field of bat¬ tle, a dull roar could be heard which grew louded and louder as they ap¬ proached the brink of the cliff. At last they arrived at the point sug¬ gested by Johnson. The water at the bottom of the cliff roared like thun¬ der as it fought its way over the stony passage. The two men prepared for the battle in silence. Both re¬ moved their outer clothing. Martin finally broke the silence: “Johnson, if you are the victor, you are to go back to M-and tell her I did my best.” Johnson did not answer, but made a rush at Martin. They closed. Back and forth they swayed on the brink of the cliff. First one seemed to have the advantage, then the other. Suddenly the unexpected happened. Johnson had thrown Martin to the ground, when, with roar and crash the ground gave way. Locked in a death struggle, the two disappeared over the face of the cliff. A wild, piercing shriek rang out on the air. A splash, then all was quiet. The moon, as if horrified at what it had seen, faded away and gradual¬ ly sank in the west. A line of gray streaked the east, and grew broader and broader. A panther appeared on the cliff; he smelt the air suspicious¬ ly. threw back his shaggy head and let forth a long dismal howl, which echoed and re-echoed against the face of the cliff, then sprang into the forest and was gone. The line of gray in the east grew brighter, until it took on a pinkish hue. Then the sun arose to bathe the country in new life. —HERBERT L. PATRICK, ’13. OVER THE ' PHONE. ‘Central, 350L, please. What? 350L I told you. No! 350L Of course I didn’t say that. I am a Christian wo¬ man, not an infidel! You are extreme¬ ly impertinent! Give me 350L at once or I’ll report you! Well, you’d better! “Hello! Hello! that you Mary? Yes, this is Maud. I just wanted to speak tc you a minute. What color silk do you think I’d better have a new broadcloth made up with? You would suggest white? But, my dear! It is dark blue, not light. Pale blue? Oh, no, I don’t care for that. Light blue and gold. Oh, Mary, you are not fas- tidous enough in your tastes! My dear, I shall use bright purple and red orange and cerise! Thanks so much for your help. Won’t my dress be fetching? Page Thirteen The Pioneer I can’t stop but a moment and I do want to hear about your trip south. You went the eighteenth? Did you meat any one in Washington that — Oh, Mary, did I tell you? I have a dreadful toothache and poor Beauty has the pip! Oh, no, Beauty has the pip—poor birdie—and I have the toothache. I went to that very expensive dentist in Quebec that I told you about, Dr. Schuyler. He is the most fashionable, you know. I went to him and he fixed them, but now my face is swollen so that I can hardly see, to say nothing of eat¬ ing Why, all I had for lunch was two chops, a little sauted potato, some peas, string beans and cucum¬ bers and some Nesselrode pudding. Really I hardly ate a thing, and you know I believe in a fairly hearty lunch. “What! you met Dr. Schuyler in Boston? How interesting! Do tell me about it. It was at the Copley-Plaza —oh, did I tell you? John and I gave a dinner there a month ago. It was a very swell affair and extremely ex¬ pensive. Oh! there is Benson with my tea. I’m going to try to eat a little more before I go out. She’s not brought much! Just a squab, some toast, some celery, some cookies and a dish or fruit, besides my cake and my tea. I should have thought she’d have known enough to have brought me at least a mouthful. It’s all I can do to open my mouth. I just can’t talk or eat. “Well, enough for the present. Do call me up soon and tell me more about your southern trip; it is very Interesting. Good-bye! Good-bye! Call me up soon! Yes, Benson, I’m com¬ ing. DOROTHY TURNER, T3. ENLIGHTENING AUNTIE. So this is a basketball room? I have always wanted to see one. This is it, isn’t it, Thomas? Naw, this is the entry. I’m wait¬ ing for Bill. Bill? What bill? Hain’t you paid your money already? Yes, no I—never mind—we’ll go in. This here is the Gym. Jim? What? Jim who? The place where they play. See those are the baskets up there. Well, I declare! Are those bas¬ kets? They look more like fish nets. Seem’s if I’d call a thing by its real name. They used to call it fish ball, you know, but it smelled, so they had to change it. Humph! Who are those men com¬ ing in? That’s the team Team? Where? I don’t see no team. The players, I mean. Look, here comes Bill. The young feller you chum with? Tom! Don’t you ever have anythin’ more to do with him. Anyone who would appear in public like that! He might as well not wear any stock- in’s at all. I declare! It’s alright, they most of ’em do. Well I’m sure when I was a girl young men cal’lated to keep their stockin’s up. What’s he got that band o’ red flannel round his middle for? Is he afraid he’ll catch cold? The Pioneer Page Fourteen I should think he would be! Laws. Naw, that shows what team he be¬ longs to. Humph, when I was a girl, red flannel was used for colds and sech like. Aw say, everybody is laughin’. Well, what they laughin’ at? Not me? I ain’ said nothin’? Tom, look at those baskets. Well, what of ’em? Ain’t they goin’ to mend them? What in Tunket do they want to mend them for? Why, they got a hole in the bottom, can’t you see? Well, it’s supposed to be there. How in thunderation do you think the ball would come out after they made a basket? Humph, made a basket? I shouldn’t think those baskets were made very well. They don’t know how to make a basket. You should have seen my Uncle Joshua make baskets. He could make ’em out of I mean get the ball in the basket. Think they’re going to climb up and pick it out every time? Do they only have to throw the ball in that fish net? Any one could do that. It isn’t so easy as it looks The games began. There’s the whistle. Whistle, was that a whistle? Sounded more like one of my Uncle Elisha’s pigs when he had the-. Gee, look at that. They’ve got a basket the first thing. Huh? What? What’d you say? He didn’t get a ball in the net. It fell out. Of course it did, but it went In. But it didn’t stay in. He didn ' t make it stay in, Tom? Um! Watch the game! 41 Tom, what does that man keep whistling for? Just as soon as they get the ball he whistles. He’s the referee. What’s that? The fellow that sees that they don’t cheat. Oh! Tom, where are they all gone? Is it all over? No, but the first half is. Huh, when I was a girl it was my motto never to do things by halves. Well, they have to rest or they’d get winded. Get what? Out of breath. Oh. Tom, where’s that man gone, the furry, or what’d you call him? The referee. They’ve put in a new one. What for? He cheated. Why, I thought he was to see that they didn’t cheat. He was, but he let the other side cheat and didn’t let us. See? Well, we didn’t want to, did we? What? Want to cheat? No, but we didn’t want the others to either. Well, where’s he gone, the other refey? Aw, he’s out teaching the chick¬ ens to do the Turkey Trot. What? Page Fifteen The Pioneer He’s outside. Why don’t he come in? Cooler outside—for him. Better watch the game now. Who’s beating? It’s a tie, there’s the score up there on that blackboard. I don ' t see any black-laws a me, how’d that boy get up there? Flew up. Tom! He couldn ' t! No? Well somebody got up and hauled him up with a rope. Oh! Tom? What? You said somebody hauled him up, didn’t you? Well, what of it? Well, how did the person that hauled him up, get there? Climbed down from the floor above. Thomas, are you making fun of me? Hurray, we’ve got a basket. We’re ahead. We’ve got ahead. Well, I’m glad. The way you was goin’ on I thought you didn’t have any head. Is it most over? Yup. They’re real excitin’ ain’t they Tom? You bet. Hurray, we’ve won. Hurray All over. Is it over? Yup. Hurray. Three cheers for U. S. Well, it’s real nice game and you’ll bring me again won’t you, Thomas? O, sure, three or four times. Well, they didn’t have anything like that when I was a girl. DOROTHY BOND T3. THE STEPMOTHER. A carriage drove rapidly through the little town of Burton and the in¬ habitants of the small village gazed after it curiously. The occupants of the carriage, however were uncon¬ scious of the stares. Mr and Mrs. Jack Farnol, newly iaarried, were driving toward their home, “The Lakes.” Every one had been astonished when Jack Farnol had married a second time, because he had seemed so wrapped up in his first wife. But, as a few fair-minded people argued. Boy Blue did need a mother and it was quite possible that a man could love more than once. The girl was speaking. She was very slight and she seemed absurdly young. “You know, Jack,” she said, “it is only Boy Blue that I’m afraid of. I don’t believe he wants a step¬ mother at all. I want to be a real mother to him, but I’m so afraid he won’t let me.” “Well, Betty,” was the reply, “you see he couldn’t help loving you if he wanted to. I couldn’t, not that I didn’t want to love you, though,” he added laughing. “You’re comforting, Jack, bht—” “I know, dear, never mind, you wait and see.” A short time later the carriage came to a stop under the porte-co¬ chere. The servants were lined up in the hall to welcome the pair, but the The Pioneer Page Sixteen father’s first question was, “Where is the boy? The butler stepped forward. “Here, sir, he said, giving him a small let¬ ter, “He told me to give you this if you should happen to ask for him. Mr. Farnol, after dismissing the servants, hastily tore open the miss¬ ive, and putting his arm about his wife they read it together: “Deerst dady, the letter ran. “I’m goin ' to Gramers becauz I don’t be- leve you and the step-mother wil ned me. I don’t beleve I want her ene- way. You come see me sumtims won’t you? Yur sun Jack.” “Jack! I didn’t know he was named for you. You never told me. It seems as if I’d seen—what does he look like? “Why, Betty, what’s the matter? “Tell me, do! “Of course I will. Many people say he looks like me, though I fail to see it. He has very blue eyes and light hair. His hair is cut Dutch and— “Jack! Have you a picture of him? “Certainly, quite a number Here is one of the best, he said opening the library door. Directly in front of them was a life-sized portrait of a 6-year-old boy. His whole face seemed to ask for love. One knew in¬ stinctively that he wanted “mother¬ ing. “Oh! I was sure of it when you de¬ scribed him. I know now why your face looked familiar when I met you last fall. But we must find him. I’ll tell you about it on the way. When did he start? Calling Hobbs, the butler, they ob¬ tained the necessary information. Boy Blue had started only half an hour before. He had said he was go¬ ing visiting, and the busy servants had supposed he was intending to vis¬ it his little friend, Reginald, who lived a short distance away. After sending several servants in different directions Mr. Farnol start¬ ed to walk down the road with his wife. “He can’t be very far away. He is so small and he walks slowly. His grandmother is on the other side of the town. She went to spend a few days with my brother. Now, tell me where you’ve seen him. “Last summer, while we were at the sea shore, I had to go to town one day to do some shopping. I don’t know where he got on or where he got off. All I remember about it is that a dear little boy sat beside me part of the way. We became firm friends. His name was Jack, and for convenience’s sake I told him to call me ‘fairy god-mother.’ I’m sure it v as your little Boy Blue.” “Perhaps it was, Betty. He went to visit his cousins one day last sum¬ mer, with his nurse. He often talks about the fairy—he—what’s that.” From the bushes beside the road came a soft murmur—“If I dies be¬ fore I wakes, I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to takes. Bless Daddy, an’ the servants, an’ grammer, an’ my cou¬ sins, an’—yes, God, please bless ‘her,’ too, maybe she’s nice. Amen.” “It’s Jack, whispered Betty. But the drowsy little voice con¬ tinued, “I mos’ wish’t I hadn’t went away, ’cause now I can’t get back. If on’y the fairy god-mother—’’ the rest was drowned in a sob. Page Seventeen The Pioneer “Hush, Jack! let me go alone.” She ran swiftly toward the small, white heap. “Did you ask for me?” she whispered. The little head was quickly lifted and his eyes shinning in the moon¬ light. the boy raised his arms. “You?” he asked softly, “you?” “Yes, dear, I, are you glad to see me?” She sat down on the grass and drew him into her arms. “I’m so glad, Oh, so glad!” and his arms tightened about her neck. “I was afraid of the step-mother,” he murmured. “Wouldn’t you be?” “But dearest, I’m the step-mother.” “Not you!” “Why, of course. Can’t I be your truly mother? I don’t want to be a step-mother.” “Will you love me? Love me a lot?” “Indeed I will! I love you now.” He sighed contentedly. His head lay on her shoulder. The faint odor of violets reached him His breath¬ ing became regular. “Jack,” she called, “Jack.” Her husband stole softly toward them. “Boy Blue,” he whispered. “Aren’t step-mothers—no, real mothers nice?” was the sleepy reply. DOROTHY TURNER ’13. Eng. IV. A.—Extract from exposi¬ tion on “Making Hay”: S. Ma-h.—“If it’s sunny it takes one day to cure hay, if it’s cloudy one day, it may take two days to cure it.” M. G-ge (in stage whisper): “Supposing it’s cloudy two days?” ATHLETICS. While there are not many scalps hanging in the home camp this sea¬ son, yet the boys are still on the war¬ path, aided and abetted by the coach and manager. There are still many hard games ahead of the team and the general opinion of the school is that, if the team ' fights hard, and continues to improve as steadily as it has for the last few weeks, the final standing will be satisfactory. The lack of proper outdoor exer¬ cise, such as skating, to offset the gym work has undoubtedly affected the physical condition of the players. This year’s team is made up en¬ tirely, with the exception of Captain Temple, of new material, and they have just commenced to reach their proper stride and a steady improve¬ ment is to be looked for. One feature which has been over¬ looked, and which might help win some of the close games, is organ¬ ized cheering. A good hearty cheer would certainly not be amiss. This is not for the faculty to attend to. It depends directly on the students. The first game of the season, Dec. 6th, with the Brown Durrell team of Boston, was an easy proposition for the High school. The final score was 34 to 19. The work of our for¬ wards, Temple and Aurell, was good, while Freeman, of the visitors, ex¬ celled Dec. 12th, the team was beaten by Melrose High at Melrose, 48 to 8. The lack of teamwork on our part, together with the brilliant floor work of Melrose, gave them an easy win. The Pioneer Page Eighteen Dec. 21st Captain Temple won his own game from the strong Alum¬ ni team, 24 to 22, in the closest sort of a contest. An overtime period was played and Temple ran away from his man, dropping in the win¬ ning basket. Nowell and Kingman also played in good form for the High school; while Gibbons and Fair¬ banks starred for the Alumni. Jan. 3rd the first game of the In¬ terscholastic league with Revere was played on the home court, Revere winning by better team work, 35 to 15. Temple and Phelps were the stars for Reading High school, and Drummey and Nelson for the win¬ ners. At Winchester, Dec. 19th, the High school sustained another de¬ feat in a close game, 24 to 18, with the losers coming very strong in the last half. Temple, Aurell and Phelps played well. The second team were more for¬ tunate, however, and trimmed Win¬ chester High’s 2nd team, 17 to 7. Perley Judkins and Frank Stevens played a fast game and were the principal point scorers for the win¬ ners. The Winchester boys, although bigger, did not have the team work of the home team. At Winthrop, Jan. 11th, the high school lost the second league game and were at no stage of the game in the running. There is not enough space in this column for the score, so it will be left to one’s imagination, providing it is a good one. When Winchester high played their return match, Jan. 17, they were de¬ feated by the close score of 23 to 20. Temple secured 15 points from the foul line, which is believed to be the record. Kingman also showed up strong. The pass-work, as a whole, was better, which was encouraging to the school fans. Jan. 22 the high school received a setback at the hands of Wellesley High at Wellesley, the score of 35 to 20 not indicating the relative strength of the teams. Temple as usual secured most of the points. In the first afternoon game on the home floor, Jan. 29, the Milton High team were very lucky to come out on the right side of a 17 to 15 score. The high school lacked the necessary punch to make themselves winners. W. Saunders played a fast game at centre, while the good work of Phelps and Temple needs no men¬ tion. The class league games have been remarkably close and hotly contested so far, with the much coveted cup still hanging in the balance. The Sophomores, just at present, are lead¬ ing the league, but will not keep it without a struggle, for the Seniors and Juniors are coming strong, with the chance for an upset in the stand¬ ing before long. The Sophomores have good team work, which counts a lot in their favor. The Freshmen while out of the race are always in¬ te resting and game to the finish. The Junior team is fast and has developed some promising material, never yield¬ ing without a struggle. The Seniors, although they have lost their best players, nevertheless have a strong line-up left with the return of Gerald Robinson to the game. The next few games are the important ones and will decide who can stand the pace. Page Nineteen The Pioneer The stickers who seize every oppor¬ tunity are always dangerous, as some¬ times it is class honor, and not star playing that wins the deciding game. The Seniors have already won the cup in their Freshman and Junior years and are anxious to secure the third trophy as a fitting windup to the class career. The boys that get the cup are worthy of praise by their classmates as this year’s games are closer and better attended than ever before. Revere, Feb. 8—Revere H. S. 51, Reading H. S. 11, tells its own story. This was an interscholastic league game and Revere by brilliant individ¬ ual playing easily won out. Temple and Saunders secured the points for the high school. Milton, Feb. 12—Milton High de¬ feated Reading 33 to 5 in a listless game Saunders and Nowell were re¬ sponsible for the five points, while Phelps and Kingman were working hard guarding the home basket. Note—A track team meet was held with Lynn Feb. 14th, at Lynn. Time, space and inclination prevent a full account from coming out this issue, and we may forget it before the next number. HAROLD LOUGEE. Mother—“Just think, Willie, this silk dress came from a poor insigni- cant worm.” Willie—“Do you mean pa?” —Ex. Does S. M-ch read dime novels? He tells us about the ‘villinous charac¬ ters’ in books he has read. ALUMNI NOTES. Class of 1912. Harold Averill—Simms, Hatch and Whitten, clothiers, Boston. Harold Stembridge—Old Colony Trust Co., Boston. Isabelle Villiers—Clerking in the Municipal Light office, Reading. The entire class of 1912 was report¬ ed in the Christmas number. Class of 1911. Kingman Abbott—Surveyor for Bartlett, Reading, Arthur Baldwin—University of Maine, 1915. Helene Black—Burdett’s Business College. Luther Brown—Carpenter’s Grocery Store, North Reading. John Bruorton—Brown, Durrell Co., Boston. Hazel Danforth—Bridgewater Nor¬ mal School. Gile Davies—Smith College, 1915. Hildred Eisenhaure—Mount Holy¬ oke, 1915. Forrester Fairbanks — Sutton’s Mills, North Andover. Abbie Flint—Attending a Domestic Science School in Washington. Clarence Flint—Reading Rubber Works. Elizabeth Gage—Telephone Opera¬ tor, North Reading. Gladys Horton—Boston Maine. Louise Jenkins—Bridgewater Nor¬ mal School. Edwin Leach—Fireman on Boston Main R R. Ernest Leavitt—Old Colony Trust Co., Boston. Ruth Sears—Bridgewater Normal School. The Pioneer Page Twenty Kimball Loring—Bowdoin, 1915. Karl MacKenzie—At home. Ruth Manning—Hodson Brothers, Reading. Lucy MeDavitt—Schipper Brothers, Coal Miners, Boston. Hilda Nichols—Bryant Stratton’s Business School. Elmer Parker—Boston Maine. Hazel Patrick—Boston Rubber Co., Malden. Bertha Reid—Salem Normal School. Gordon Richardson—Bowdoin, 1915. Frank Sawyer—Old Colony Trust Co., Boston. ’ Stanley Stembridge—Wiggin El ell, Brokers, oston. Mabel Strout—At home. Helen Upton—At home. Winnifred Webber—Mount Htoly- oke, 1915 William Webb—At home. Robert Whitaker—Talbot company, Clothiers, Boston. Harold White—Massachusetts In¬ stitute of Technology, 1916. Muriel Woodworth—Hale hospital, Haverhill. Class of 1910. George Abbott—Reading Rubber Mfg. Co. Olive Drugan—At home. E. Frances Eaton—Old Colony Gas Co, Weymouth. Russell Flint—Liberty Trust Co., Boston. Florence Jenkins—Simmonds Col¬ lege. Warren Kershaw—Henry Lord In¬ surance Co., Boston. Raymond Nichols—Park and Pol¬ lard Co., Boston. Frances Oxley—Adams Co., Read¬ ing. Helen Parker—Wellesley, 1914. Harry Parks—University of Penn¬ sylvania, 1915. Christine Pease—Teaching in Quincy. Raymond Phelps—In New York City. Carl Smith—W. H. Willis, Reading. Rebecca Turner—Simmonds Col¬ lege. Blanche Whitchurch—With Peak, dealer in linens, Boston. Ethel White—Congregational House, Boston. Blanche Wilkinson—Teaching in Everett. Class of 1909. Helen Beebe—Paul Revere TruBt Co., Boston. Dorothy Davies—Smith College, 1915. Marion Flint—Paul Revere Trust Co., Boston. Marion Pease—Yassar 1913. Harold Robinson—Boston Maine. Elizabeth Smith—At home. Reginald Stembridge—Old Colony Trust Co. Vera Young—Mount Holyoke, 1913. Class of 1908. Henry Blethen—First National Bank, Reading. Robert Barr—Lincoln Trust Co., Boston. Russell Davis—H. W. Johns Man- ville Co., Boston. Muriel Emerson —Teaching in North Reading. Raymond Moses—D’Arcy and Son, Boston. Oscar Rounds—First National Bank, Reading. Mildred Tuttle—Exchange building, Boston Page Twenty-one The Pioneer A SILENT ALARM. We feel it our duty, as editors of a paper devoted to the benefits of its constituents, to sound a warning to the aforementioned constituents. Many large papers and journals of the country devote space to: Home De¬ partments, Cooking Departments and, among others, Financial Depart¬ ments. We intend to establish one of a financial nature in “The Pioneer.” After mature investigation, much deliberation, and great expense upon the part of some of the keeenst de¬ tectives of our dist rict, we have, at last, exposed a fraudulent scheme of immense proportions, backed by one of the strongest concerns of our coun¬ try. Our duty as citizens prompts us to take immediate action, even at the risk of losing some friends, in reveal¬ ing as chief promoters of this great scheme, two of the most prominent men in our midst. We will go into details so that, in the future, unsuspecting people with money to invest, will beware of such schemes and such sagacious schem¬ ers. The swindle was carried on some¬ what after this manner: the promo¬ ters first formed among themselves a corporation and decided that, as a means of insuring its financial suc¬ cess, they would float an issue of stock. They expected, so they told the investors, to reap heavy dividends in the shape of speculative pleasures and expectant anticipation of what the company would be able to accom¬ plish; but here we may well say that we find it hard to understand how the investors were so easily fooled, inas¬ much as it is difficult nowadays to “gold brick” the average American. Indeed, we can account for the suc¬ cess of the plan only upon the ground of its utter simplicity. Stock was sold tc about twenty-five or thirty, who be¬ came members at once, entitled to all privileges except declaring and re¬ ceiving dividends. The company’s plan was somewhat revolutionary in character, depending for success up¬ on temporary overthrow of law and government. During this period of riot and confusion and resulting un¬ settled conditions, the company ex¬ pected exemption from certain taxes (upon their mental capacities in the shape of work), and to experience to the fullest degree the unusual and unique position of having fooled the government (High School) officials. They relied upon the great size of the corporation and its well concealed plans to baffle all efforts to appre¬ hend the principals. However, to make the long short, the time-piece attached to the bomb¬ like scheme failed to go off, and, to the great consternation of the princi¬ pals and company of conspirators, the plan was in some way discovered. Though somewhat upset the schemers put on bold countenances, and smiling prepared to discuss new measures to form another outbreak. During this period the government magnanimously offered to return to the principals (the existence of a cor¬ poration not being suspected) a cer¬ tain valuable piece of property used in conducting the would-be riot. The whole company, who were be¬ coming suspicious of the officials, in¬ sisted that something be done, or their money returned; but the offi¬ cials were determined not to lose the The Pioneer Page Twenty-two money which had found its way into their hands. The company, in full membership, then waited upon the President (Principal) and requested return of their property. They were in¬ formed that they had been guilty of a form of treason and thereby liable to imprisonment for a number of years (afternoons); but upon giving parole never again to be found in any such affair they were released, and their property left as security for good be¬ havior. In conclusion we wish to say: be¬ ware of frauds, invest your money in profitable schemes, and be sure that you are one of the promoters, not an investor. DITTO T913. AN ACCIDENT. Told by R. H. S. Pupils. A young man attempted to ride a broncho, but he forgot that the ani¬ mal could Buck and when he mount¬ ed the horse he did not Gage his dis¬ tance and was thrown upon the ground so violently that he hit a rock of Flint and broke his arm and other¬ wise disabled himself. His face turned a pale Gray and he seemed about to die; a loafer nearby ran to the Town¬ send in search of an Abbott to shrive the man. At last he found him at the Temple and hurried back to the scene; he found the man had been taken to a nearby house where he was so well taken care of that in a short time he was able to eat green Pease and he Butters his own bread for he is Nowell. 1916 CLASS ALPHABET. A is for Annie, she’s really quite tall. B is for Bobbie, in contrast quite small. C is for Clarence, our basketball star. D is for Davies, who comes on the car. E is for Evelyn, a girl very neat. F is for Forbes, whose voice is quite sweet. G is for Grace, whose brothers we know. H is for Harry, in the “Gym” not slow. I is for Irma, so very petite. J is for John, with editor’s sheet. K is for Kenneth, whose fame is spread round. L is for Leland, for “Aggie” he’s bound. M is for Maime, so shy and demure. N Nickerson, for blues she ' s a cure. O is for Owen, a cutup think we. P is for Parsons, a newcomer he. Q is for Quiet, which none of us seem. R is for Richard, his girl—“she’s a dream.” S is for Steavens, who likes to play ball. T is for Thomas, a friend of us all. U is for Us, a great bunch we. V is for Vesta, a quiet girl she. W is for Whitchurch, who has a great mind X is a thing in “Room 4” hard to find. Y is for young, which all of us are. Z is for Zeal, the bright student’s star. J. E. T., 1916. Miss Pa-h quite plainly cannot see why some of the “Laws of Physics” are what they should not be. Page Twehty-three The Pioneer CLASS ALPHABET ' 14. A stands for Annie, two of whom are in our claks, B is for Buck, who is a cute little lass, C is for Carrie, the class heavyweight, D stands for Dodge, whom the girls think first rate; E is for Esterherg, a lover is he, F stands for Fish, a great singer sh e will be, G is for Good Luck, which the class wishes to all, H stands for Hutchinson, who plays basket ball, I is for Innocent, which all of us are, J stands for “Joe,” the class basket ball star, K is for Kingman, very plucky is he, L stands for Lane, an orator he would be, M is for Madeleine, who sets the class styles, N is for Nichols, always wreathed In smiles, O stands for Oh! a very common ex¬ clamation, P is for Prentiss, whose sweet voice stirs the congregation, Q stands for Quiet, which fits us to a T, R is for Richardson, very modest is he, S stands for Saunders, who is called “Saundie” for short, T is for Turner, who has never had a report, U stands for Us, always united we’ll be, V is for Vanquished which we never shall be, W is for Wall, the class athlete, X stands for certain members, whom we shall not meet, Y means You, who reads this trash, Z stands for Zero, which causes our hopes to fall with a crash. E, SHERMAN, T4. ALUMNI ATHLETICS. The Alumni has a strong basket¬ ball team, this winter having won fiom the Brown, Durrell team of Bos¬ ton in a close game, 19 to 16, and hav¬ ing lost to the High School in an overtime game. The fast Shirley Five of Revere were easily defeated, 28 to 7, the larger opponents being out¬ played and scored on, almost at will. The Alumni have split, even with the crack Everett Indepndents, each winning a game. Both contests were rough, but interesting. The line-up of the Alumni is practically that of last year’s High School team with Fair¬ banks and McLeod playing with their accustomed strength as forwards, and Hartshorn and Michelini showing up strong as backs. Stembridge holds down the pivot position very satisfactorily. Any team thinking they will have an easy time with the Alum¬ ni will certainly get mistaken, for the boys are still there. HAROLD LOUGEE, Sporting Editor. Samuel Johnson, an interesting character in English Lit,, according to Nellie Eisenhaure “early in life en¬ tered upon his vacation” (vocation). Ask D. Bond what Johnson knew; she speaks of “the knowledge he knew.” The Pioneer Page Twenty-four A SOPHOMORE ' S REWARD. Two pages of advance French, twice as many review, And then comes geometry. Period II. “Advance propositions, remember each rule, Bring 3 written exercises tomorrow to school.” Caesar to learn with each word and its case, And composition sentences are the next things we face. In English a page of punctuation rules to read through, And half of a story or book to read, too, A story about an author’s life, Which, like your own, is but care and strife. And a dozen things I won’t mention thus Is what the teachers give to us. We study from 1.30 till 3 or half past 4, And then we rest till 5 or 6 before we do some more, Then study on till half past ten, Or until awake we cannot keep, And oft decline our Latin nouns While talking in our sleep. We study, yes, we study, till we al¬ most do go crazy, And then the e’s we get next day, we get from being lazy. E BIXBY, 1915. 1913. Stevens REid TurNer Patrick RObinson FReedman A green little boy in a green little way, A green little apple devoured one day. The green little grasses now tender¬ ly wave O’er the green little apple boy’s green little grave—Ex. Why does the Reading High School basketball team like to ride on the elevated? (You might ask the mana¬ ger—his loss.) Wanted: A messenger to carry notes for the pupils; a person who cannot read. Miss S.—Couldn’t you see Mr. Pat-k’s foot so that you need not stumble over it?” “Fitz” (innocent¬ ly)—“I was looking out the window to see if it was snowing.” Samuel Johnson “left college before his time w as up.” (How long did he get?) We learn of “Johnson’s Lives.” We have often wondered how he lived so long with all his diseases—now we know. There was a terrible struggle in Kansas, continued bloodshed and tur¬ moil, there was not law or order—and it was awful. A climax? Judging from sounds issuing from Room I most of the “grinding” in there is done by the pencil sharpen¬ ers. R. W-l-on, R. 7.—Example of a loose sentence: “Joe Wood struck out Ty Cobb with one of his great curves.” The First National Bank OF READING with Resources of over $500,000.00 offers you every modern banking accommoda¬ tion. Checking Accounts, with privileges of making deposits at the First National Bank of Boston. Savings Department, with the use of the “Travelling Teller Home Safes. Safe Deposit Boxes $5.00 per year W. S. Parker, Presi dent C. C. White, Cashier J. W. Grimes, Vice President B. L. McLane, Asst. Cashier We wonder if “Joe is going to play again for the Alumni? Fish is Brain Food WE sell FRESH FISH Get your Brain Food at the Rockport Fish Market TELEPHONE 76 YOURS FOR Dry Goods and Men’s Furnishings COOK GEORGE H. ATKINSON CO. Telephone 70 WHOLESALE AND RETAIL The Price Yota Pa y for Flour is not always an indication of quality. But when the brand of flour is REGENT that indicates Quality FRANCIS BROTHERS Furniture, Ranges and Carpets FOR CASH OR INSTALMENTS Agents for Crawford and Glenwood Ranges, Sherwin-Williams Co. Paints. Esti¬ mates given on Steam, Hot Water and Furnace Heating; also on Plumbing HAVEN STREET - - READING, MASS. Onward Flour the prize winning bread flour at the READING FAIR F. WALLACE Agent for Reading We wonder will he get 20 baskets if he does play? W. E. Moran THE LATEST MODELS IN .. Dress Shoes.. Up to Date Moderate Hair Dresser Prices Next to Waiting Room Reading Square Bancroft’s Shoe Store READING. MASS. HODSON BROTHERS DEALERS IN Paints, Wall Papers, Mouldings, Etc., Graining, Painting, Paper- Hanging, Kalsomining, Whitewashing, Etc. All Kinds of House Repairs Post Office Box 103 STORE, HAVEN STREET HARRY P. BOSSON . . . Insurance . . . 10 o m D w d • rH s son d H 0 GO d O ' d rH a cc d •i—l J-l J-l -d o a o rH O ' 0 •+3 0 0 £ H £ md LU H UU to a o d PQ w d w H d d d O ' O ' 0 0 d J0 d o d • rH m 0 W O ' o p hd d d h— s We wonder if the Senior Class play is going to be “classy” or classical? ARTHUR W. TEMPLE ..EAT AT.. ..Everything in Real Estate.. Mortgages Insurance Justice of the Peace 35 Temple Street READING Tel. 223-5 Myers Lunch Room BRANDED BLOCK HAVEN STREET XLhc Hrt Sbop Telephone 282-W BANK BUILDING - READING, MASS. EMBROIDERY AND MATERIAL EASTMAN SUPPLIES DEVELOPING AND PRINTING PICTURE FRAMING Circulating Library 2c a day Cut Flowers and Plants for Sale Orders filled promptly Ground Gripper Shoes For Men and Women CURE FLAT FOOT OR FALLEN ARCH We have the sole agency for Reading HALL MACFARLAND HAVEN STREET Z. M. Saunders Second-hand Furniture, Springs, Mattresses, Beds, Iron Beds Ranges, Parlor Stoves, Carpets, Etc. P. 0. Square - Reading, Mass. When in Reading eat at FOR SCHOOL SUPPLIES MORSE’S LUNCH AT BOTTOM PRICES ..GO TO.. READING SQUARE E. C. METCALF Steaks, Chops, Stews and Roasts Sandwiches and Pie, Cigars For Advertising Space see and Tobacco Business Manager We wonder who started the ‘Mackinaw cold coat craze?” CANE PENNANTS J. G. JOHNSTON CO., Inc. 79 Sudbury Street, Room 402 ♦ . ♦ BOSTON Class Pins, Badges, Banners, Fobs, Cups, Etc. Write for Catalogue I have a good assortment of Bicycles and Motor Cycles of all makes. Iver Johnson Motor Cycles and Bicycles at a low price. Bicycle repairing a specialty. H. K. AUSTIN The Bicycle Man LINCOLN STREET, BACK OF B. M. STATION CATERING FOR ALL OCCASIONS ICE CREAM Our ice cream is made from heavy, fresh, pure cream READING BAKERY COMPANY 194 Main Street READING SQUARE Telephone 203-W CD 05 CO ;_i CO o 44 f-l v D G U o o G g D G G o £ G s D C3 a QS £ LU H UJ CD PQ G m O m G w g £ Jh P O += w We wonder what you will wonder when you read what we have wondered, and if you don ' t like what we have wondered we wonder if you will inform us that “We Wonder is not a wonder nor is it to be wondered at. YOU NEED NOT APOLOGIZE for, excuse or explain away Purdy portraits. It is a great satis¬ faction to KNOW when you are giving a photograph of yourself that it is not only a true likeness but also is artistically right. It is worth a lot but costs little. It is all included in the signature of Purdy. ........ 145 TREMONT STREET OFFICIAL CLASS PHOTOGRAPHER 1912 MYER A. ESNER BOOTS AND SHOES BAGS AND TRUNKS 212 MAIN STREET - READING Legal Stamps Wendell Bancroft Charles W. Lee ELL DEALERS IN Coal and Lumber Agents for Otto Coke Telephone 126-3 F. J. SKILLEN REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE Houses to Let Mortgages Property taken Care of Rents Collected Telephone 282-W Reading Square Reading, Mass. ..Austin’s Lunch... CATERING Ice Cream and Cigars Telephone Connection Reading, Mass. Track Team Results The Reading High Track Team met defeat at the hands of the Lynn Track Team on Friday, February 14, 1913. Spicer and Turner featured for the home team, the former scoring three points and two medals (silver and bronze), while the latter scored two points and two bronze medals. Spicer took second place in the 1,000 yard run and third place in 600 yard run. Turner took third place in 300 yard run and potato race. Florence captured a medal (bronze) in the high jump. Harrison captured a bronze medal in the shot put. Score 69-9. J. M. MAXWELL, Jr. . . Electrician . . Wiring of old and new houses a specialty Speaking Tubes, Bells and Telephones A full line of Fixtures and Supplies in stock 69 HAVEN STREET TELEPHONES {Office -R 17 ’ 4 MORRIS LEVINE Shoe Repairing Compliments to School Best leather used All work guaranteed Machine finish Hand sewed R. H. B. READING SQUARE PRENTISS VIALL ...INSURANCE... Room 3, Masonic Block Reading (PRACTICAL TALKS) Fortunes are Not Made with Hands but with BRAINS. A laborer bitterly denounced to me the pos¬ sessors of fortunes,—said the people never got them honestly,— never earned them with their own hands. No intelligent person believes fortunes are made by brawn. Brawn does not count when it comes to fortunes. BIG SALARIES GOME NOT BUT BY BRAINS. M. 0. S. develops BRAINS that LEAD TO GOOD SALARIES. If You Think, You’ll Grow Everyone can get something from every other one, if he’ll think. The thing he gets may be only a knowledge of what to avoid, but if he’ll think, he’ll grow. M. 0. S. students are constantly impressed with the fact that while their technical studies are important, to think analytically and coherently is very much more important. It’s the latter thing that makes them winners. Ask for free catalogue. WALTER LEROY SMITH, President. BEGIN: Day School any Monday; Evening School any Tuesday MALDEN COMMERCIAL SCHOOL Educationally the Strongest Business School in New England 156 Pleasant Street - MALDEN, MASS. (New Talk Next Month) LlBRA pv r?l : “ JhN i INC MEDFORD, ‘ 7 ' ■