Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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THK SOM FRY ILL E HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 9 Che Broken Dow, “You young scapegrace, do you want me to be hooted at by every boy on the street? I would be a pretty specimen on two wheels, wouldn’t I ? Buy a bicycle, indeed; no sir! Why, I would be worse than that old gentleman the boys call Whiskers.” Uncle William was rather stout. He weighed 256 1-4 pounds. Joe never in- tended his uncle should take the sug- gestion of buying a bicycle seriously. It was his way of saying that a vehicle of that kind would be very acceptable to him. “I might have bought you a wheel if you had asked for it before last Satur- day, but that day I made a vow that I would never buy you a wheel. That chum of yours needs spectacles. Last Saturday I was coming home from the stables when he ran slap into me. Even my great body was not sacred to that cycling fiend. But he didn't hurt me. He might as well have run into a house. By the way, is his machine out of the repair shop yet?” And Uncle Bill laughed good naturedly. “Oh, but Uncle Bill, Claude was com- ing down a grade and couldn’t — “Yes, I know, I was in the middle of the street and probably there wasn’t room enough for him to go by on either side. I will take all the blame, but I shan’t buy you a bicycle. I’ll tell you what I will do though. You come down to the stables to-morrow and I’ll give you the best saddle horse you can find. You may take your pick.” With this remark, Uncle Bill started off for his stables and Joe went up the street toward home. The next morning Uncle Bill slapped Joe on the back as he came down to breakfast and told him not to come to the stables till afternoon, as he was going to have some new horses come. As Joe walked into the stable yard his chum Claude shot by him, having come to order a team for his sisters. When Joe reached the stable he ex- changed greetings with his friend and told him of his uncle’s decision. “Well, we can’t ride very much to- gether, and I am sorry. But I tell you one thing, you won’t have to push up any blamed old hills,” said Claude. “Come, boys, and pick out that horse,” roared Uncle Bill. Before Joe decided upon his horse the team had been sent up to Claude’s house. At last, having picked him out, Joe went for a ride with Claude. After- wards they returned to the stables and exchanged steeds and started off again. This time Joe rode the bike and Claude the horse. After riding about three miles, it was suggested that they return by different routes and see which could get back first. Joe had ridden about a mile and was going at a rapid rate when suddenly a runaway dashed by him. He saw that it was his uncle’s trap and Claude’s sis- ters. The girls still held the reins, but their strength was not sufficient to check the frightened animal. Joe re- doubled his efforts and tried to overtake the runaway, which was some distance ahead of him. They were on the boulevard and Joe had an ideal track, but if the road was favorable to him, so it was to the horse. Both were going at a tremendous rate, and it was very slowly that Joe gained on the girls, but still gain he did. Loot by foot he crept up and at last was able to force his front wheel under the carriage until he could reach the back of the high seat. Suddenly letting go his handle-bars he grasped the seat and was dragged from the wheel, which tumbled over and over and fell a wreck in the street. When Joe commenced the pursuit the girls saw him, and now that he was partly in the carriage, Pauline assisted him to gain the seat. Having accom- plished this Joe grasped the reins and began his battle with the runaway. Standing, yet leaning well back, he ex- erted all his strength. For a long dis- tance there was no perceptible slack- ning in the speed of the horse. Finally he succeeded in bringing the horse from his blind, mad gallop to a run, like that of a horse that had been over-

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8 THK SOMKRYILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. by way of the cathedral towns and the Shakespeare country. Time and space forbid any description of these fine old cathedrals of Durham, York and Lin- coln. Kach is a study in itself of archi- tecture and history. We were espec- ially interested in Durham because of the tradition that St. Cuthbcrt so hated women that the (Lady Chapel) was placed in the west instead of the east end of the cathedral. Whether this be true or not, the chapel is certainly at the opposite end from its usual position, and a cross of dark marble in the pavement of the nave marks the point beyond which no woman could go. No such re- strictions are laid upon the woman of the 19th century, however. She is privileged to wander where she will and perhaps takes an unseemly delight in approaching as near as possible to the feretory of St. Cuthbert’s bones. There is much to see in and about Stratford. Shakespeare’s home, with its fine museum of Shakespearean relics; The Red Horse Hotel, in the sitting- room of which Washington Irving wrote his paper on Stratford-on-Avon, and where the chair he sat in and the poker with which he meditatively poked the fire are still shown as “Geoffrey Cray- on’s Throne and Sceptre”; the Harvard house, where the ancestors of John Harvard lived; the grammar school which the poet attended; the cottage of Anne Hathaway at Shottery, where the settle on which Shakespeare sat as a young lover is shown; and last, but most interesting of all the Church of the Holy Trinity, where one reads the record in the parish register of the poet’s baptism and funeral, and in the chancel sees the slab bearing the well- known inscription which marks his grave. As Washington Irving says, “His idea pervades the place; the whole pile seems but as his mausoleum. The feelings no longer checked and thwarted by doubt, here indulge in per- fect confidence; other traces of him may be false or dubious, but here is palpable evidence and absolute certainty.” It is a wonder to the visitor at Stratford that the identity of the poet could ever be questioned, and certainly to the lover of his works no other name could be endured in association with them. And so our course led on to London, the goal toward which these weeks of travel had been tending. London beg- gars all description. We had known the London of Dickens and the London of history, but the real London sur- passed all our conceptions. Seen from the top of a ’bus, the most plebeian but most enjoyable method of viewing it, the streets presented an ever-shifting scene of absorbing interest. The British Museum, The Tower, Westminster Abbey, Trafalgar Sq., Windsor Castle and the Parliament Houses—these are only a few of the countless interesting places which one ought to see. An ac- count of it would fill volumes and it were well that this paper ended here before such a vain attempt could be made. With the good-bye to London ended a summer trip which had meant the realization of a long-cherished hope and a source of inspiration and happiness that can never be forgotten. May the same good fortune fall to others who have like hopes and anticipations. Quite a Compliment, but Deserved. In spite of the inclement weather Saturday morning, Nov. 27, a chorus of 125 members of the 1C. II. S. was present and sang in the opening exer- cised of the convention held by the Massachusetts Teachers’ Association in Boston. The chorus was assisted by Miss I 'ranees Wilson and Mr. Henry K. Fitts, both of F. H. S., 97. It is amusing and at the same time annoying that the idea should have been some- what prevalent that there were paid singers or other than our own talent in our chorus. Probably because we did so well the audience thought that we hired the services of some professional singers. Mr. Arthur Hadley, who has been studying abroad, favored the audi- ence with two ’cello selections which, to judge from the applause, were fully appreciated. Mr. Joshua H. Davis, former superin- tendent of schools, was warmly welcomed by teachers and pupils during his recent visit to the Latin High School.

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IO THK SOM ERVI LLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. urged. Further than this Joe could do nothing. The horse still ran, but al- lowed himself to be guided. By the time he had gained control of the horse they were but a short distance from the stables. Joe directed the frightened animal into the yard and be- fore he could run again, several men grasped him by the head and stopped him. The girls were lifted out, Joe jumped to the ground and the horse was lead away. Joe had to wait five minutes for Claude, who claimed the race was not fair, since Joe finished in a carriage. Joe received great praise for his bravery, and Mr. Snider, Claude’s father, presented him with a large New- foundland dog. Two days after the runaway Uncle Bill made Joe a present of one of the best wheels made. “I want you to promise me one thing,” said Uncle Bill, as he gave him the wheel. Joe was so pleased he would have promised anything, except not to ride the wheel. “I want you to wait till I have gone to the stables before you ride the thing. I don’t want to be killed or see you kill others.” He promised. Miss R. Adki.aidk Witiiam was born in Boston and attended the Quincy Grammar School. After'graduation she went to Thayer Academy and was grad- uated in 1891. For the next four years she studied at Smith College and was graduated with a degree of B. A. in 1895. She taught English in the Fitch- burg High School until July, 1897. At the present time she is instructor of English in the Latin High School of this city. Miss Laura A. Davis, teacher of History, Latin and English in the Eng- glish High School, was born in Bridg- ton, Me. After taking a High School course she studied and graduated at the Normal School in Gorham, Me. She held a position as teacher in a high school for some time in that state and then came to Radcliffc for a short course of study. For three years before coming here she taught English and Latin in the Arlington High School.