Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. MISS AIARY F. GARRICK. Miss Carrick’s early life was passed at her birthplace, Nashville, Tenn. Later, coming to Boston, her High School education was received at the Roxbury High School. After completing the course in the Massachusetts Normal Art School, Miss Carrick was for some time supervisor of drawing in the High Schools of Natick and Chelsea. In June, ’98, she was elected to fill the vacancy in the department of Free Hand Drawing in the English High School, caused by Miss Davenport’s resignation. With increased facilities for excellent work, with its much-im- proved and enlarged studio, this ever- popular department, under Miss Car- rick’s charge, has before it a bright and most promising future. Mother (solemnly): “ Did you tell God that you were sorry for being a naughty girl?” Little Elsie: “Yes, I did, and he said, ‘ Dreat Stott, Elsie, zat’s nussin’. They’s lots far worser than you is.’ ”—Ex. It is interesting to note that school papers from all over the country give athletics an important place in their issues. MISS ETTA A. SEAVER. Miss Seaver was born in Davenport, Iowa, but early removed with her parents to New England, where her life has since been passed. She was pre- pared for college by Mr. Charles T. Murray of the Latin School, entered Smith College in ’88, receiving the de- gree ot B. A. in ’92. After teaching for four years in the Annis High School at North Easton, Miss Seaver was elected assistant in the English High School in the departments of English and History. Nothing but sickness should prevent every member of the two schools from attending Somerville’s game with the Training School on Thanksgiving Day. It is the final effort of the boys, and we owe it to the clean, sportsmanlike game they have put up, to support them with a large attendance. Come then, if you never came before. Systematic and well-timed cheering will be in order, so get into practice, and come prepared to see Somerville finish the league series successfully. The oldest iron vessel in the world is the Michigan, built in 1S44.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Taking one of the birds in my arms, by no means a light burden, I com- menced my laborious climb to freedom. The bottom of the tunnel was covered with jagged rocks, while the passage way was so low that I had to hitch along on all fours. Most things have an end, however, and finally with a last effort I threw the accumulation of stones and clay from the outlet, tore away the vines and clambered forth. A long despairing whistle broke from my lips, the blood leapt in a sudden fiery flood to my head, and I found myself dizzily tottering on a narrow shelf, three quarters of the way up the face of the cliff. With pains-taking care I sat down, feeling as though there was less danger of toppling over in that position. The view certainly was magnificent ; the forest stretched away in all directions and just beyond the edge of the wood to the south, I saw my home. As I looked, two persons dashed out of the house and began dancing up and down. “They certainly arc hopping mad over something,” tnought 1, forgetting for the moment my perilous position. Scarely had I taken this general view of the striking scenes when a rock went hurtling by and upward, which, striking just above my position, fell back with a clatter on my resting place. Quickly drawing back into the tunnel I waited patiently for further events. I hoped, vet hardly dared expect, that the rock had been hurled by my father; who, seeing the turkey laying in view over the edge had risked the shot, hoping to procure a part of our Thanksgiving dinner. Nothing occurring, I cautiously stretched out and waved my hat over the edge of the shelf. The mute signal was answered by a shout, and crawling out I peered down. Sure enough, it was my father, who, upon seeing the very person he had left at home in dis- grace n t over three hours before, stared in astonishment. “I’ve found the turkeys, but I can’t get down!” I shouted. Just then Ezekiel came into view with our dog, and his amazement was so great that he 11 could nothing but gaze; mouth wide open and eyes nearly starting out of their sockets. “Let down some string, if you have it,” cried my father, “if not, unravel your stocking.” My supply of string had not yet given out, so I was soon lowering away ; the turkey tied to the end to serve as a weight. To our confusion the line lacked a good twenty feet of being within my father’s reach, but suddenly I bethought myself, and tearing loose the long stem ot a vine I fastened it to my end of the string ; soon my father grasped the dangling turkey. Taking a coil of rope from Ezekiel he tied an end to the line, and a moment later, I had the means of escape safely grasped in my hand. It was the work of an instant to fasten the rope to one of the many outjuttings just within the passage, and then I shouted, “The turkeys are in a cave and I can only get them one by one ; wait awhile!” I still remember the exhausting labor of rescuing those turkeys from their pe- culiar position, but finally, all perspira- tion, begrimed with dirt and nearly ex- hausted, I grasped the last run away gobbler. Reaching the ground my story was soon told, and amid many exclamations of surprise and wonder, we started homeward. The first person we met was my grandmother. “The Lord be thank'd,” she cried, “I sartinly thought that you had gone an’committed suicide.” Of course the entire story had to be retold, and I was forgiven by every- body, by my father for leaving the gate open, and by the women folks for scaring them almost to death by my stra.ige dis- appearance with father’s gun. “I thought we’d find them,” exclaimed my aunt, for once departing from her pessi- mistic manner of speaking, “for who ever heard of a Knutt havin’a Thanks- givin’ without turkey?” R. Robinson, S. K. II. S., ’99. END.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 3 LATIN NOTES vs» ,0 4 t 9 - - 'I 'P ±iA’ ■ U or J SR 9V — ’99. Seniors at last! Pourquoi ce pork-war. Muldoon is undoubtedly our crack bass. The question still is, “What shall our class motto be ?” Pupil: It is “sed est tante.” Teacher: Had you said “est tante?” How tastily and daintily the witches of Shakespeare express themselves ! Miss K. (translating): “I see who has gall (Gaul) Catiline feared and Head (fled).” We all rcgict the absence of Harris and extend our best wishes to him for success. Our football seng seems to come true as well in the Senior as in the Junior League. French pronunciations: La soeur (la sewer) Un deux trois Carter s ink (quatre cinq). Story in French: “Frank is an atten- tive boy.” Wiggin: “Charles is the head of his class.” Miss Blood must have been thinking of “Gabriel Grub” when she said “gob- lin” for “gobbler.” Lost ! ! ! A tear dropped by Thetis. Who are the dealers in Greek and Latin horses? We wonder ! ’99 has a slight (?) representation in football—Story, Fitts, Wiggin, Sanborn, Ayres, Armstrong and Pierce. The eyesight of the ancients must have been keener than ouis in that they could see an extinguished flame. A member of our class carries written on his brow the score of the English High game. One touchdown. Our officers are: President, Story; Vice-President, Miss Poole ; Secretary, Miss Kingsley ; Treasurer, P'itts. Agamemnon must have been an odd sight. The face of a dog, heart of a deer, body soaked in wine and clothed in shamelessness. How did Pallas in ancient times carry on that long conversation with Aeneas from a distant hilltop? Did he use a megaphone ? ’00 Sturtevant is “bracing up.” Phillips is our Physics oracle. Poor Miss Densmorc ! If the teacher would only let her whisper. Mr. Baxter says that our girls are the sickliest girls he ever saw. Purcell complains that our new elec- tric bell sounds like an ice-cream wagon. Why can’t the boys, too, enjoy the banquet in the laboratory Friday after- noons ? Teacher: “What was the end of Themistocles?” Doubtful Scholar: “I think he died.” Moore’s only consolation in his recent trouble with his knee was being univer- sally mistaken for a Santiago hero. At the second meeting of the class Miss Clarke was elected president;