Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 276 of the 1899 volume:

Prize Competition. THE Radiator purposes to offer $5 in prizes to its readers on the following conditions: One prize will be offered each month for several months. The character of each competition will be an- nounced in the Radiator issue of the previous month. The competition is open to all students of the Latin and English High Schools. For November. The Radiator offers a cash prize of $1 (one dollar) for the best set of three school yells. Contributions must be in the hands of the editor-in-chief before Nov. 1. The Radiator reserves the right to use at discretion any contribution received therefrom and to declare any contest unsatisfactory if warranted by results. Contents for October. i? i? tp Announcement, i The Bells of Sheathness, 11 Portraits of New Teachers, Kenilworth, 14 Editorials, 3 Constitution of A. A., 15 A Glimpse of the Admiral, 5 Latin Notes, 7 Changes in E. H. S. Faculty, 7 English Notes, 19 A Summer Evening—poem, 8 Athletics, 21 The Sophomore’s Dream, 9 Advertisements, 24 Bertha P. Marvel. Harriet E. Tuell. Bessie L. Forbes. Fred O. Small. William I. Corthell. Hila Helen Small. NEW MEMBERS OF E. H. S. CORPS OF TEACHERS. SEPT.. 99. Somerville High o Li ATI N SCHOOL� . School Radiator. ENGLISH SCHOOL. Vol. IX Somerville, Massachusetts, October, 1899 No. 1. The Kadiatok I published by the Somerville Latin and Kiullsh High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year. Only Important new matter can be received after the 10th of the month. Matter fur insertion may be left with any of the editorial start or be mailed to the editor at the Latin High Selim� 1. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign the full name and address (this Is for rescrenee only). Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. To Insure Its return manuscript must be accom- panied by the necessary postage . TERMS. 75 CENTS PER YEAR. SINGLE COPIES. 10 CENTS. EXCHANGE EDITOR. LILLIAN J. STEARNS, L. II. $., 1900. BUSINESS MANAGER. HERBERT M. HALE, E. II. S., 1900. ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER. JOHN C. HAARTZ, L. 11. 1901. TREASURER. LESLIE R. GRANT, E. H. S.. 1900. SOMERVILLE CITIZEN PRESS. STAFF OF THE RADIATOR. CLASS EDITORS. EDITOR IN CHIEF. LATIN SCHOOL. LINWOOD E. SNOWMAN. LOUIS C. DOYLE, 1900. L. H. S., 1900. HELEN E. TRUE, 01. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. ARTHUR D. WHITMAN, '02. WILLIAM JENNINGS, ’03. RUTH TUFTS, ENGLISH SCHOOL. E. II. S., 1900. HARRY A. STONE, 1900. SPORTING EDITOR. FREDERIC E. MOORE, or. FRANKLIN F. PHILLIPS, JR., H. DELANO LOR ING, ’02. L. II. S., 1900. LOUIS G. KEYES, IT is with pleasure and yet with misgiv- 1 ing that we review the last volume of the Radiator — with pleasure that it experienced one of the most success- ful years in its history — with misgiv- ing lest the standard of excellence was raised so high that we may not be able to maintain it. It pleased us to note the judiciously administered “pats on the back,” as it were, which our predecessor perpetuated in his final issue, but it pleased us more to concede their entire deserved ness, and it is with great satisfaction that we commence our administration by tendering congratula- tions all around to last year’s staff. But however high they raised the stand- ard of the Radiator, it shall be our earnest endeavor never to see it lowered. We recognize that the Somerville High Schools have a reputation to sustain in the literary, as well as the athletic field, a reputation which grows with every year, and which, through the medium of the Exchange Department, becomes more evident with every issue. We recognize what the Radiator means to undergraduates and alumni, and with their united support, we will strive for the ideal school journal —the organ of 4 SOMKRVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. our school life, the reflection of our mental activity, the expression of our athletic enthusiasm, the warder of our moral associations — to stand by right, to decry wrong, to applaud our suc- cesses, to find encouragement even in reverses. AS we look forward towards the com- ing year, we see several things against which to direct our editorial shaft. First, and affecting our readers most closely, is the overcrowded condi- tion of the English High School. Much has been said already on this subject, in print and in words, by teachers and by pupils, but as the school organ, the Radiator again protests, voicing the sentiments of 30 teachers and more than 700scholars. Reparation ispromised us. When ? At some far-off, indefinite time. We need it now ! Every square foot of floor room is utilized. The dressing rooms arc of insufficient capacity ; scholars are obliged to use for that purpose the corri- dors of the fourth floor; musicis con- ducted in three divisions; the Lecture Hall provides for little more than half of the first year class, whose ethics period has to be divided between its two sec- tions ; classes are heard in the labora- tories ; classes recite in corridors ; classes arc instructed in dressing-rooms, where there is poor light and poor ventilation ; three classes fill the Lecture Hall, sepa- rated by a mere thickness of curtain, through which every sound can be dis- tinctly heard; even the quiet of the library is disturbed by recitations,— this, and we are promised “redress in the future.” City fathers, the health, as well as the comfort of the young people of Somerville requires that immediate steps should be taken toward improving the present state of affairs. A great extension of the Public Library is in progress • is not the crowding of future citizens of more importance than the crowding of books? Answer it,— we know! LAST year Somerville accomplished a feat unparalleled in Interscholastic football circles. The school produced a team which entered upon an untried field and carried all before it, and whose grit, science, and gentlemanly conduct well won the silver championship trophy Prophets of evil are always cr)ing, “ we can't do it again!” Why can’t we? There is a team in Somerville this year, a team composed of men whose dash and determination covers up to a great extent their comparative inexperience, and whose general showing in practice games has been decidedly encouraging They need our united and individual support. Let us attend the games. And let us cheer lustily when the boys are up ; when they are down—all the more. Here’s to the present and pros- pective champions ! Drink it down ! FOR the first time in the recent his- tory of the Radiator, the journal- istic year has begun in October. For the first time in all its history, the Radi- ator has contracted for a regular 28 page issue. We hope these innovations have come to stay. Whether they stay or not remains with you. Contribute to the Radiator, buy the Radiator, patronize the Radiator’s advertisers. WITH the “ beforehandedness” char- acteristic of the Somerville High Schools, the Radiator claims to be the first school journal to secure a personal interview with the nation’s hero—Ad- miral Dewey. Miss Carrick, one of the teachers at the English High, who met the admiral at Naples this summer, has written of her interesting experience in a very entertaining manner. WE take this way to express our thanks to Mr. Renj. I '. Freeman, the photographer, for his aid in securing our frontispiece. Mr. Freeman’s kind- nesses have made him a friend indeed to every Radiator staff. THE features of next month’s issue will be a special Thanksgiving cover, an article on the Public Library exten- sion, a long Alumni column, a depart- ment with the same aim as last year’s Contributor’s Ciub, Exchanges, and news items. SEE our prize competition announce- ment on page 1. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 5 B Glimpse of tbe Hbmtval. MARY F. CAR KICK. We were in Rome when we first heard that the Olympia had reached Naples, and all decided that we must be among the first to welcome Admiral Dewey. The day after our arrival, while in the Neapolitan Museum, looking at those world-famous bronzes, the “ Dancing Faun ” and the u Narcissus,” our atten- tion was caught by two men in white duck uniforms, who, we concluded, must belong to the Olympia’s crew. The bronzes were at once forgotten, and the sailors found themselves surrounded by eager Americans, all asking questions at once, for they were, as we had supposed, men from the Olympia, one an engineer, the other a steward. Both had taken part in the battle of Manila Bay, and after a jumbled talk of ten minutes we had learned a good deal about the battle, the Admiral, and themselves. They were glad to have had a part in the making of history, glad to have served under Dewey, and glad to be returning home. The engineer, who felt a little self-conscious, said that it seemed strange to be dressed up and to wear a “ boiled shirt,” the one he had on having been laundered in New York two years before. Upon being questioned, he gave us some idea of the fearful heat in the engine-room during the action. The men were only able to remain long enough to replenish the engines, and then staggered out in a half-fainting condition, to be revived by buckets of cold water which were dashed over them. Through all that was said I felt their sincere love and admiration for Admiral Dewey. The admiration I fully appre- ciated, and later I noticed that consider- ation and kindliness of manner to all of his subordinates which has made him so universally beloved. They assured us of a hearty welcome on board the Olympia, and regretted that they them- selves would not be present, for having secured a day’s leave, they were on their way to Pompeii. After this meeting it was strange how pale Vesu- vius grew. A proposed trip to the crater of an extinct volcano was abandoned, and our entire attention given to a living hero. We could hardly wait for lunch to be over, and the bar- gaining for boats at the wharf seemed interminable, but at last we started. We had for our boatman a swarthy Neapolitan, who stood while rowing, swaying his body to and fro with a rhythmical motion. His efforts to outdo the other boat which contained the rest of our party soon caused the perspira- tion to stream from his face, which, nevertheless, wore a happy expression, even when the other boat distanced us. This buoyancy of nature is characteris- tic of the poorer Neapolitans, despite their squalid and miserable lives. As we came alongside, the Admiral’s flag was flying, and before we had time to collect our wits and prepare a little speech, we were climbing on board, the sailors were helping us up the stairs, and the blessed English language was being spoken all about us. We sent our cards to Admiral Dewey, and whi'e we waited a young sailor from Chicago was detailed to show us about the boat. He had just explained the action of one gun, and was about to take us into the sailors’ quarters, when a pleasant voice, a few feet below us, said, “ I would not go down there, it is too warm,” and looking down I saw the Admiral. In a minute he had invited us below, and we were shaking hands like old friends. “ We have come all the way from Rome to see you,” we said. This seemed to please him, for several times he repeated, “ So you have come down from Rome to see me?” In fact, it seemed that we alone had conferred the honor of visiting the flagship. He led the way to his private cabin, and it was here that we first saw Bobby, a yellow Chinese dog of which the Admiral is 6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. very fond. When we were again on deck and would have bidden him good- bye, as others had come on board to claim his attention, he would not permit us to go. “ You must stay and have tea with me, and I promise you it shall be some of the best that you ever tasted. 1 le went on to say that lie had a Chi- nese cook, a rich man in his own coun- try, •• richer than I am, but he likes to go about with me, and I find him a treasure. The cook, dressed all in white, his long queue touching the floor, appeared, bringing a nest of little tables. These were placed in front of us, the largest in the centre holding the bread and butter sandwiches, chocolate eclairs and cakes. While these preparations were going on Admiral Dewey noticed a camera owned by one of our party, and sug- gested that Hobby’s picture should be taken. Hobby would only remain quiet while the Admiral held him, and as we were sitting very near at the time, I imagine that it was a group picture. The tea and sandwiches, which the Admiral passed with his own hands, were as delicious as we had anticipated, and I am afraid that we would have been tempted to stay longer, had it not been for the fact that the officers had a dinner engagement. Just as we were leaving, Dewey said, “ I have received a letter from your Governor, in which you will be inter- ested. It is the letter of a gentleman, and added, “ Will some one read it ? I always choke when I read such letters. It was growing late when the letter was finished, and with many last words we left the Olympia. It was not until we saw the sailors watching us longingly from the side of the boat that we real- ized we had found no time to speak to them. You can imagine how enthusiastic we were on our way back to the landing. One of the girls and myself gave up a drive along the Hay to look for flowers which we hoped that we might have the opportunity of giving Admiral Dewey, as the dinner was to take place at the Royal, our hotel. How we longed for Hoston florists as we ransacked those tiny shops, — but in the end we were rewarded by a great armful of yellow roses, which, with a little card attached, “ From the Americans whom you so cordially entertained this afternoon, we gave into the care of the concierge, who was to place them on the table. We were in the large dining-hall when the officers of the Olympia arrived, and, as if by electricity, we arose and stood until they had passed into the private suite of rooms. The next morning I peeped into the room, expecting to see our wilted roses among the other decorations, but they had disappeared. The concierge told us that several times during the even- ing the Admiral had said, “ See what my American friends have done for me,” and that he had taken our flowers back to the Olympia. Dr. Ilanscom, while speaking to me the other day recalled an incident of his life during the Civil War. For half an hour he stood very near, watching the faces of Lincoln and Grant while they were reviewing the Army. He said that the picture was as clear to him as if it had happened only yesterday, and added that my tea with Admiral Dewey would always be one of my treasured remembrances. To meet a'man whose fame is world-wide, a nation’s hero, and withal so unspoiled by success, is a privilege which I shall never forget. sum hr ville high school radiator. 7 New Teachers at the English High School FRONTISPIECE. FRED O. SMALL. Mr. Small was born in Madrid, 1867; his early education was obtained in the Phillips High School and at Fryeburg A cad emy. Th e y ea r ’ 89 sa w h im g rad u - ated from the Farmington State Normal School. He entered Bowdoin as one of the class of ’95, joining the fraternity, ‘Alpha Delta Phi. Mr. Small has had nine years’ experience in teaching, vary- ing from ungraded schools to academies. He resigned the principalship of Gould Academy to accept that of Washington Academy, Machias, the State prepara- tory school for Bowdoin. From this position, after three years' service, he was called to Somerville as a sub-mas- ter in the English High School. WILLIAM IRVING CORTHELL. Mr. Wm. Irving Corthell, who has recently become a sub-master, is a native of the historic “ Old Colony, having been born in Hingham, where his early life was passed. Mr. Cor- thell was graduated from Williams College in ’93 as an “ honor man,” and passed the following year in the Gradu- ate School at Harvard, pursuing courses in the History and Art of Teaching and in Pedagogy. Mr. Corthell’s experience in teaching has been obtained in the Nichols School, Buffalo, N. Y., in Richmond, Va., and in Leominster, Mass. He re- signed the sub-mastership of the High School at Leominster to accept his pres- ent position in the S. E. H. S. HARRIET E. TUELL. The department of History at the English High School suffered a severe loss when Sub-Master Getchell left. “History, however, “repeats itself,” and under the efficient management of Miss Tuell, the excellent work of the department goes on unchecked. Miss Tuell is a native of Blackstone, Mass. She prepared for college in the Milton High School, and received the degree of B..A. from Wellesley in ’91. In '94 Cornell University made Miss Tuell a Ph. D. Miss Tuell has taught in the Gilbert School, Winsted, Conn., and the Durfee High, Fall River, from which place she comes to the English High. HILA HELEN SMALL. That a prophet is sometimes not without honor even in his own country is proven from the fact that two of the new members of the E. H. S. faculty are from Somerville. Miss Hila Helen Small early removed to this city from Boston, and received her preparatory education in the Forster Grammar and Latin High Schools. In '96 Miss Small was graduated from Boston University, where she showed marked ability in her present specialty, English, ranking prominently among prize and com- mencement speakers. Since then she has taught three years in the Ayer High School. In June of the present year she was elected to the Fitchburg High School, but gave preference to the posi- tion offered her here. BESSIE L. FORBES. Miss Bessie L. Forbes is the second of the Somerville teachers, and the first of the graduates of the English High School to become one of its instructors. Miss Forbes was graduated from the school in '97, and has since been con- nected with it in the several capacities of post-graduate and student teacher. This year she has been elected a regu- lar instructor in the department of stenography. Miss Forbes is a member of the Chandler Shorthand Association, whose excellent system is so success- fully used in the English High School. BERTHA PHILLIPS MARVEL. Miss Bertha Phillips Marvel, the addi- tion to the faculty in the French depart- ment, is a native of Taunton, and pre- pared for college at the High School of that city, entering Boston University in ’92. She received the degree of A. B in '96, and during the following year re- mained at the university pursuing post- graduate courses. Miss Marvel has taught in the high schools of Ashland and Winchendon, from the latter place coming to Somerville. 8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. A Summer Evening. cues teh no Lit hook brows, s. l. a., iooi. Slowly down behind the mountains Sinks’the sun in all his splendor ; Shafts of gold upon the water, Shafts of gold upon the mountains, breaking through the purple cloud-rifts, Purple cloud-rifts lined with silver. Golden lights now change to crimson, Now to violet, now to azure, Deepening, as the sun,descending, Seeks the far off eastern countries. Till two clouds alone remaining, Rosy with the sun's last kisses. Pictured in the lake's smooth mirror, Seem like stately swans reposing— Two pink swans upon the surface. Into the cool water shoving My canoe, I paddle slowly, Softly, through the reeds and grasses, Through the nodding Hags and rushes, Out among the water lilies. There awhile to sit and ponder. Pondering, to watch the moon rise Down across the swampy meadow, From the forest covered hillsides, From the glades among the pine trees, borne along upon the west wind Comes the sweetest of bird-voices, Comes the hermit thrush's singing, Falling like a benediction; breathes of peace and of contentment. Tells his love of God and Nature. Everything is dark and silent: All the birds have ceased their singing : Stealthily across the meadow Comes the west wind lightly treading; breathes upon the sleeping water, And the tiny waves, awaking. Follow in each other's footsteps To the edges of the lakelet, Rippling softly 'cross the sand bars, babbling lightly o’er the pebbles, Lappmg gently on the marshes, Singing lullabies to Nature, Drowsy murmurings of slumber. Everything is dark and silent: Not a sound provokes the stillness Save the crickets in the grasses. Save the frogs among the marshes, Save the murmur of the water. And the humming of mosquitoes. In and out among the alders, To and fro beneath the willows, Dance the fireflies by thousands, Flashing, sparkling like diamonds. Deep down in the swampy places, Where the water brown and stagnant Lies with shadow green upon it, burns the fox-lire glistening, gleaming, Camp fires of the gnomes and eif-folk, Of the gnomes that haunt the marshes. O’er the summit of black Mountain. O'er the heights of spruce and hemlock. First a light flooding the treetops— Now a narrow strip of silver, Now a cimeter of silver, Growing larger, larger, larger, Comes the full moon slowly sailing Silently across the heavens. Slowly, then, I paddle shoreward. Shoulder my canoe and turning, Look upon the silent lakelet. Molten silver in the moonlight. On the shore across the water Stands a venerable spruce tree, Scarred by thunderbolt and tempest. Patriarch among its neighbors. Lifting its bare arms to heaven Like a spectre in the moonlight. From among its scraggy branches Comes the whip-poor-will's complaining ; Sad and mournful, weird and ghost like. Echoing across the water. Two Departures. The “vacant chair” has been most unusually in evidence among the E.II.S. faculty the present year. Two impor- tant positions, those of master and sub- master, were left vacant by the de- parture of Mr. Getchell for the principal- ship of the Hyde Park High School, and of Mr. Akers for that of Holyoke. Both gentlemen had been connected with the E. II. S. since an early period of its existence, and by their hearty sympathy in all departments, both scholastic and athletic, as well as by their masterly instruction, had made their work one of influence and power. 2 The New Master. That the School Board of Somerville believe in Civil Service is plainly proven by their action in advancing Sub-Master Avery to the vacant master’s position. Mr. Avery has been connected with the E- H. S. since its opening and has been an indefatigable worker and a most suc- cessful instructor. He is thoroughly conversant with the working manage- ment of the school and is heartily in sympathy with its policy in every par- ticular. Committee and school arc for- tunate to have in our midst the needed man for the important vacancy in the master’s position. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 9 TLhe Sophomore's IDream. CLAM. Arid August had just blown into sur- reptitious September. Classical applica- tion had just succeeded irresponsible freedom. The Sophomore parted with his vacation feeling as only a Sopho- more can. Having served his one year’s apprenticeship, he returned to his Alma Mater with the mistaken idea that he was a factor in her institutions, that he was something a little lower than a Senior and immeasurably greater than a Freshman, and that he was a subject to be regarded with wonder and admiration by the existing class of inexperienced youngsters. In fact, his whole appear- ance suggested the idea that internally the estimate placed upon his general value was “ O.K.” For a time this indomitable self-satis- faction wore well. It always does. It might have lasted indefinitely but for circumstances. The present Freshman class, like all other Freshman classes (possibly like the very Freshman class in which our Sophomore had once begun an unsuccessful stern chase after knowl- edge), despite its glaring greenness, its natural and child-like freshness, ceased to do many things which smack of our more cosmopolitan grammar school education, ceased to feel out of place in its classical surroundings, and ceased to look upon a Sophomore as a rare and happy possi- bility, reverencing only a few tall Seniors and the busy Radiator men. This reaction had a bad effect upon the Sophomore in question. He medi- tated upon his wrongs daily in long and tedious study periods, and nightly in calm and peaceful sleep. One night, after participation in a little game of whist, a happy, blissful dream seemed to reveal a method of solving the whole difficulty. The vision appeared about midnight. The first sensation was motion, that vague, indescribable feeling of motion that carries us through all our nocturnal travels, in a mass of darkness which sometimes resolves itself into night, and sometimes remains shapeless, boundless space. Then the dreamy student be- came conscious of a ludicrous feeling of compulsion. He was sailing through the air at a track-sprinter’s pace, but not because he wanted to. Yet he seemed to be driving something,— what it was the gloom effectually concealed, but he held a line in each hand. Still he wasn’t exactly “pushing on the reins,’’ the reins were pulling him. “Somebody’s got me on a string,— no, two strings,— perhaps they’re apron strings,” he mused. The reins dropped. The scene shifted. He found himself in a grove— a grove of pines and firs and hemlocks, whose bristling branches, in the moon’s gentle light, shut out the heavens in patches resembling irregular daubs of ink. Between the two battalions of silent, listening shadows was an open space. The ground was covered with young fellows, who from their number and disorder could be nothing but stu- dents. They were supported by long laboratory settees grouped in a semi- circle around a carefully built centre- piece, a black speaker's platform, bear- ing in long gold letters upon its face, “ Tandem.” About this stand, pro- tected by this motto, was a group of tall, sober boys. The main body was in three divisions. A motley crowd of grinning, twisting, wriggling children in the middle was flanked on the right by a haughty array under the proud banner, “Knowledge is Power,” and on the left by a sedate, well-behaving coterie who unpretentiously displayed the standard, “Our Trust Is in the Seniors.” In his vision the Sophomore was standing near the platform. The feel- ing of restraint was gone. He was par- ticipating in th° shifting scene as a spec- tator ; he was walking, listening, seeing, and thinking. 11 is fancy soon revealed IO SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. to him that he was at a huge school gathering. His mood taught him that each of the four divisions was an under- graduate class. 11 is common-sense told him that grouped immediately about the stand were Seniors, that directly before it were Freshman, that the haughty ones were fellow-Sophomores, and the others just Juniors. But the nature of the exercises completely puzzled him. At length it seemed quite natural to query of a youth whose recognized leader- ship and unlimited self-confidence proved him to be no other than the president of the Senior class and master of cere- monies,— “ What sort ot a shooting match is this ? ” “ These,— O ignorant one,—these are the Woodbine exercises. Here, annu- ally, we gather black sheep into the fold, we welcome the Freshmen, as it were. Here, annually, the president of the Senior class hands down to posterity an oration. That,” he remarked, pointing to the large, black stage, “is the centre- piece. am the master-piece.” Just then everything became silent, and all attention was turned toward a solemn procession issuing from under the gloomy branches. A Sophomore and a Junior supported a large draped motto, escorted by a dozen hushed Seniors in lock step. Evidently “Quak- er’s meeting ” had begun. They paused before the pulpit, and raised the placard high above their heads. The president mounted the stairs, all the Seniors re- moved their hats, and the stillness be- came oppressive. At last, clearing his rhetorical throat, he began — “ My children, our first duty is to bid you welcome. It is done. It is our next to prepare you for the obligations you take upon yourselves by thus entering our classic halls and woody grove. Your first perquisite is a motto. Recognizing the fact that your inexperi- ence would render it difficult, we have consequently made the choice for you. Torches! ” At this, two flaming lights were held before the chromo, and the president gracefully reached over and loosed the drapery, declaiming,— “ Ignorance is bliss.” “ The Latin for which is er — er — £. Pluribus Unum, which you see engraved upon this canvas. It is your motto, 'lake it — keep it — live up to it — out- grow it. Marshals, do your duty ! ” The whole escort advanced, and the marshals unsmilingly presented the pon- derous daub to the only Freshman in long trousers, whose embarassment proved too great for words. Next, the other class presidents were called upon to volunteer advice. The sub- stance of the Junior’s remarks was just this — “ a little learning is a dangerous thing.” The Sophomore prated more extensively, yet said much less. Finally he unconsciously succeeded in creating the impression that if the last speaker’s words were true, Sophomores would never be very dangerous. Other re- marks were given and received, argu- ments were made and un-made, all out- lining the Freshman's position, obliga- tions, present uselessness, and hope of future value. Throughout all these ser- vices a serious, solemn, almost sombre vein had been sustained. It had seemed necessary to present to the Freshmen a calm, indifferent demeanor, a contrast to their own child-like maneuvers. The Senior president himself, by his taciturn and laconic sentences, discouraged any approach to light-headed clatter, and with his classical frown crushed all hys- terical chuckles. Again the Seniors resumed control. Again the master of ceremonies rose to the occasion. Again he addressed coun- selling words to the attentive throng. “ Colleagues, the dawn appears. Freshmen, at last reflective realization dawns upon your vacant minds. To accomplish this, to make you see your duty clear and give you strength to do it,— that is why we hold these brief sepulchral exercises. Now prepare yourselves for the worst. Among us is a strange phenomenon, a man out of place in his surroundings, with oily tongue but shallow mind, — gentlemen, it is with grave misgiving and severe apprehen- sion that I permit our poet laureat to spout. Cave canem. Nothing daunted this black-hearted individual rose. With both hands in his pockets he humorously bowed to the SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. president and replied, “Thanks, aw- fully.” Then producing a piece of scrap-paper, and grinning at the waving trees, he rambled — As green as Pat’s emerald necktie, As fresh as a messenger kid: For Freshmen will be Freshmen, And do as they always did. What will the Sophomores do to them? Yes, what will they do, 0 quid! The Sophs will just be Sophomores, And do as they always did. What will their finish be. my friends ? Thus 1 close my little rid. For poets will be poets. And do as they always did. I I “Extinguish him!” thundered the president. He was promptly “extinguished” by six stalwart footballists. But there was a struggle. And in that struggle every- thing became blurred to the sleeping hero of this tale. With cries of “ A das! A has! every one rushed at his neighbor, and there was a lively melee, like a gigantic football game, with wails and shouts, a perfect hullaballoo. The dreaming Sophomore awoke, shuddered, turned over, and went to sleep again, muttering,— “The next time I play poker my name’s Cicero.” Zbc Bells of Sheathness Mlaoe. LESLIE II. GRANT. A tale, —I’ll tell. A tale, —I’ll tell. Thus ring, to this day, the bells of Sheathness Village, as they swing in the ivied, square-roofed tower overlook- ing the little square. But perhaps you are not acquainted with Sheathness Village. If you are, you will bear me out in my story; if not, I will try to enlighten you. Sheath- ness Village nestles in a green vale of pasture lands, with here and there an acre of oaks to relieve the eye, and is not more than a mile from the Sussex shore; so near, in fact, that when the southern gales are blowing, the “rote,” or low roaring of the beating seas, can be heard plainly by the villagers. “A tale—I’ll tell!” ring the bells; but though they iterate and re-iterate the promise, the telling is left to the inn-keeper of the “Three Trees,” almost under the shadow of the bell tower. The host of this quaint, sleepy hostelry is a harmless, amiable fellow, who, with- out much pressing, will tell you the whole story, with many embellishments of his own thrown in. I suppose nearly every old English village has its “village tale,” but this one is of especial interest to me, perhaps, because I enjoy such lore, and perhaps because it was told me on the very spot of its occurrence. The host, it seems, received this story from his grandfather by word of mouth, and he, in turn, from his grandfather, who was the host of the “Three Trees” at the time. One very stormy night in late Octo- ber the bells rang out the warning that a ship had gone ashore at Sheathness Hook. This ship was a large French brig. From the wreck but eight or nine persons were saved—an old Frenchman with his servant, and his daughter, a beautiful girl, a young English soldier, and four or five of the crew. The Eng- lishman swam ashore with the girl—the rest were saved by the townspeople. Most of the wreckage was claimed by the people, but several large boxes were proved to be the old man’s property, and were taken to the inn where he took lodgings. The English soldier proceeded on to London, but the French family remained in Sheathness. There the old man pro- duced from his rescued boxes a variety of queer bottles and flasks, and mortars and pipes which he (the inn-keeper) did not disturb, as they savored strongly of witchcraft. These things the guest set up in his room and worked there con- tinually, making queer powders and other such things. 12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. The old man is described as tall, thin, and slightly stooped, wearing always a black gown and skull cap. Nearly all the time he remained m his workshop. But when mine host described the beau- tiful girl, he waxed as eloquent as though he had seen her with his own eyes. She was not very tall, he said, but as grace- ful and as lissom as a larch, with laugh- ing eyes and sunny hair and cheeks that rose-luies never equalled. Sometimes she assisted her father by writing down the results of his observations, some- times roamed about the meadows, sing- ing now and then a little snatch of some French song, for she knew not a word of English, and her father not much more than enough to make himself under- stood. The servant was a huge, broad fellow, as strong as an ox, and as stupid. Of course the curiosity of the country people was greatly aroused by these three strange foreigners. So much so, indeed, that the village lads sadly neg- lected the village maidens to get a smile or a glance from this beautiful French girl None dared approach her, how- ever, when her father was about, for he guarded heras a miser his hoarded gold. Through the long winter the old man worked at his seemingly never-ending task. From his room, the keeper said, came odors, as of sulphur, and net in- frequently was heard a small explosion. Less and less frequently did the French- man appear in public. His daughter, also, was with him more in the locked room. These mysterious doings began to arouse suspicion in the minds of the ignorant, superstitious country people. Some openly declared the strangers to be witches. She must have the “evil eye,” they said, else how could she so fascinate all the village lads ? And the sulphur smells that came from the work- room, were they not direct manifesta- tions of the Evil One? The two must surely be in league with “Auld Nickie Ben.” Once the keeper protested against these things to his guest. But the old man, instead of answering, so the story ran, made some strange passes before him with his hands, and led him out into the street by the sheer power of his eyes. This so terrified the poor host that he did not tell of it for some time. Cold winter softened and melted into spring, and the old man kept more fev- erishly at his work, for often the click of his mortar and pestle was heard far into the night. No visitors ever came to see the foreigners, save one—for one bright day the young Englishman came and walked in the fields with the girl until sundown, when they returned to the inn. The old Frenchman left his work long enough to come and bid the young fellow good-bye. He turned, and had nearly reached his room at the end of the hall, when the Englishman, who had long been looking with ardent eyes on his lovely companion, suddenly seized her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. She, half in pleasure, and half in anger, let slip a little cry. Her father turned, his face flushed with rage, and at a few short words of command, the burly servant sprang forward at the bold intruder. The latter stepped back in surprise at the sudden onslaught, but when he felt the heavy hand of the ser- vant on his shoulder, with a quick move- ment he seized him at his waist, then arching his back for the effort, hurled his astonished enemy straight over his shoulder, and sent him crashing down, half against the wall and half on the floor. At this exhibition of wonderful strength, the inn-keeper stood staring in the doorway, for he had been an eye- witness of the scene, and was just in time to get knocked sprawling down the stairway by the young officer, who bolted out for his horse, in time to escape a bullet that sung after him. Sometime after this adventure the keeper got sufficient courage to tell of the wonderful power that the old man had exercised over him when he had dared to protest against the mysterious doings in the work room. Of course this increased the feeling against the French strangers a hundredfold. Affairs reached a climax about a month after this time. The old chemist had been working day and night in his closed room, hardly stopping for food or rest At last he reached the end of his endurance and hurried dow.n stairs to sink down into a chair at the table and order food. “Another day and I will have it,” he murmured, and closed SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. � 3 his eyes, meaning to sleep only a min- ute. The host bustled in with steam- ing tray, but pitied the tired man and did not wake him. Ilis daughter was working at the window on a piece of lace. But the chemist had forgotten that an important process was going on in his retorts and cylinders. Without a second’s warning there was a fearful explosion, flames rushed from the hall, and the landlord and his servants sprang into the streets, shouting, “The old wizard has done it at last! lie has b.own us all up!” Again the bells rang out their wild alarm, not now fora ship- wreck ; fora still more deadly enemy — fire. It was not long before several adja- cent cottages were shooting forth sparks. Their dry, thatched roofs caught fire like tinder. A frantic crowd had already gathered, summoned by the pealing bells. The screams of a child rose from one of the burning cottages. Blended with the noises of the flames came the wail of a helpless, frantic mother. Suddenly some one shouted, “Who did this thing? Where are they? Find them ! Kill them ! ” From the crowd came shouts of “It is the witches!” “They are burning our houses over our heads ! ” “ Enough of their devil’s doings!” “Catch them! They would burn our wives and chil- dren ! ” All at once the crowd surged toward the trembling pair, for excite- ment runs in a crowd like fire in a stub- ble-field. Rough hands were laid on the old man, and hands no less rough on the beautiful girl. “ She is as bad as he!” “ Take her too! ” “She has an evil eye! ” Toward the Common all rushed, bearing along the prisoners. “We’ll make a fire for them ! ” “ Hurry, hurry ! Such shouts were heard on every side. The old man had now re- covered his usual calm, and went along with dignity while they tore his clothes and pushed him about. But his daugh- ter, with death-pale face, could hardly keep upright. Her clothes were half torn from her, too. One bared white arm bore red cuts and slashes already. “Such tender skin,” they shouted in her ears, as they cut at it, “and yet she would burn our tender children ! The devil finds strange agents for his work !” The Common was soon reached, and while the crowd rushed about them, two fires were built and green withes were brought with which to tie them. Witches were burned at the stake in those days. The old man began to struggle desperately, and the lovely, wild-eyed girl, at sight of the grim faces and the fires, fought with all the rem- nant of her fast-failing strength. But cruel hands were at her white throat, cruel hands bound hers behind her, cruel hands smothered her wild cries. “Throw them on,” howled the now pitiless mob again, as they were forced toward the fires. But just then the crowd turned. A detachment of cavalry were swinging down toward them. Its commander halted and asked the cause of this seem- ing riot. “We are burning witches!” was the answer. Then his eye caught a a pale, imploring face turned to him from the fire. With a maddened shout he charged straight into the mob, his trained men following like one, cutting and trampling all of the aston- ished peasants who dared raise a scythe or a flail against them. On he rushed until, with one hand he raised the un- conscious girl from the ground, and with the other beat down her captors. Again he charged, until the opposition burst and scattered like a covey of part- ridges. A week later the English officer re- turned to the village. Beside him rode the girl and her father ; behind him his soldiers. The townspeople looked on him with threatening eyes, but fear held their hands. Straight up to the church he rode, helped his companions to alight, and led them inside. When the party issued again the young French girl carried flushed cheeks and downcast eyes, the English soldier her hand and a happy smile,— while the Sheathness bells were ringing “A —tale, I’ll tell, a tale, — I'll tell, a tale, — I’ll tell.” So they have rung ever since, but you have heard the tale. M SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. IKemlwortb. C. ASHTON It. SANBORN, S. L. S., 1001. In the length and breadth of all Eng- land there is probably no more famous ruin than that of Kenilworth. Its sur- rounding scenery is enchanting rather than inspiring ; the distant hazy hills, the nearer sloping fields, a running brbok, rippling through the meadows and flowing unimpeded by bridge or dam across the roadway ; the sheep in the shadow of the castle walls resting in quiet from the noonday heat; the still breeze sighing among the “imme- morial elms ”— all lend their subtle in- fluences to form a picture so peaceful and serene that one can hardly believe this spot was once the scene of bustling activity. Imagine, if you caii, the lordly ruin of a once royal residence gradually succumbing to the mellowing effects of time and its rural environments ; a fort- ress once well nigh impregnable to human foe, capitulating to the sun and rain, the birds, the grass, and flowers ; each crumbling stone covered with the ivy green, •• That creepeth o'er ruins old,” — an 1 you have Kenilworth as it is today. The dilapidation of this building is in strong contrast to its well preserved and habitable neighbor, Warwick, once owned by the Earl of Sussex and founded by the famous Guy, whose size and fabulous deeds of prowess against knights, robbers, dun cows and other ferocious animals form a cycle of tales as curious as “The Arabian Nights.” The present state of Kenilworth, how- ever, is due to the fact that during the Commonwealth its owner remained loyal to the cause of the unfortunate King Charles, and as the result of his pains had his castle battered down about his ears by some infuriated Roundheads, while the Earl of Warwick, by turning Cromwellite, was left in quiet possession of his estates. An unhappy few find its rather unpre- tentious appearance disappointing after the glories of Heidelberg or the shining splendors of Versailles; but Kenilworth, lacking much of the architectural beauty of the former, and all the newer and per- haps too gaudy richness of the latter, has been invested with such a charm by the pen of that master magician of English prose, that all its minor faults are forgotten, or at least, overlooked, by the majority of travellers, and they find it more interesting than either of the others; not perhaps, as has been said, on account of its own attractions —which, however, must not be disre- garded, since they really form a strong factor in the fascination which it exer- cises over most minds—but by the ro- mantic associations attached to it through the novel of Scott,, and the thought that Shakespeare may have come here when a lad of twelve to wit- ness some of the scenes consequent upon the visit of Queen Elizabeth, whose fleeting pageants he afterwards reproduced in “ A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” But it is Scott’s presence and not that of the immortal bard which seems to pervade the place. One can imagine what delight he took in rambling about the ivy-covered pile, searching for some spot where the broken stones of the fallen wall formed a rude stairway to the tottering battlements of some tower. How joyously he must have climbed when he found such a place, clutching the ivy when his foot slipped or a crumb- ling stone gave way beneath his step, and how amply was he repaid for his breathless ascent when he stood at last alone upon the summit, enraptured by the solitude and beauty of the extensive landscape visible beneath ; or, again, viewing it by night when the moon shone through the casements of the high windows, perhaps he thought of Mickle’s touching ballad, of which he was so fond, beginning— “ The dews of summer night did fall.” After seeing it thus under all sorts of conditions it is not surprising that he peopled it with the shapes of those who once walked the same paths on which he trod and viewed the world as he was SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 15 viewing it; who had their loves and hatreds, joys and sorrows, sins and virt- ues, as did the people of his own time ; nor is it remarkable that the thoughts of a man whose fertile imagination, poetic temperament, and unrivalled command of language rendered him per- fectly qualified for his task, should find expression in a tale almost unsurpassed in its wonderful imagery, its diversity of character and interest of plot, and its skilful portrayal of a time unparalleled in magnificence of dress and modes of liv- ing ; whose advances in art, literature, science and exploration make Elizabeth’s reign well deserve the name of the Augustan period of English history. Revised Constitution of the Somerville High Athletic Association. Article 1.—Name. The name of this association shall be the Somerville High Athletic Association. Article II.—Object. The object of this association shall be to encourage manly sports and to promote a close re- lationship between the athletie teams and the schools. Article III. —Membership. 1. All pupils and teachers of the Somerville High Schools shall be eligible to active membership in this association. 2. Graduates, past members and friends of the schools, shall be eligible to honorary membership in this associa- tion. 4. Persons as enumerated in Sec- tions 1 and 2 of this article shall be eligible to life membership in this asso- ciation. 5. Honorary and life members can- not hold office or vote at meetings, ex- cept as stated in Article III, Section 1, and Article VI, Section 2, of this con- stitution. Article IV.—Meetings. 1. The an- nual meeting of this association for the election of officers (with the exception of the football manager and assistant manager) and reports of officers shall be held on the third Wednesday of Sep- tember. The football manager shall be elected on the second Wednesday of January. 2. Special meetings shall be held at the call of the President, Executive Committee, or upon the written request of ten members. Article V. — Quorum. A quorum shall consist of twenty-one active mem- bers. Article VI.—Officers. 1. The officers of this association shall be a President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer (a teacher), a manager and assistant manager of each athletic team, and an Executive Committee. 2. The Executive Committee shall consist of the President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, Manager of the various teams and the captain in season of the football, polo, track and baseball teams (a teacher and a graduate repre- senting each school.) Article VII.—Duties of officers, r. The President shall preside at all meet- ings of the association and Executive Committee. He shall appoint all sub- committees not otherwise provided for, and call meetings of the association and Executive Committee whenever so re- quested or when in his judgment he may deem it necessary. 2. The Vice-President shall, during the absence of the President, perform all the duties of the President as speci- fied in Section 1. 3. The Secretary shall keep the minutes of every meeting of the asso- ciation and Executive Committee. He shall com uct all correspondence, except as may be in the hands of the managers, and shall have charge of and be respon- sible for all the books and papers of' the Association, except those belonging to the Treasurer and his assistants. 4. The Treasurer shall have charge of all money belonging to the association, shall pay all bills, and shall submit a written report of his transactions at the annual meeting of the association, or whenever called upon to do so by the President or the Executive Committee. 5. It shall be the duty of the Man- agers and the Assistant Managers to collect all moneys with the approval of the Executive Committee to pur- chase all supplies and prepare a schedule of games. By virtue of their office they shall be Assistant Treasurers. 6. All schedules of games, awards 10 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. contracts and expenditures of money shall be submitted to the Executive Committee for ratification. They shall also have general supervision of all other matters relating to the associa- tion, not otherwise provided for in the constitution, and shall have power to remove captains and managers by a three-fourths vote. 7. The Executive Committee shall hold at least one meeting each month during the school year. 8. The Executive Committee shall hold a special meeting at the request of three of its members. 9. A quorum of the Executive Com- mittee shall consist of five voting mem- bers, one of whom shall be a teacher. Article VIII. Elections. 1. The President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, graduate members of the Executive Committee and the Managers and Assistant Managers of the baseball, track and polo teams shall be elected by ballot at the annual September meeting from signed nominations posted at least four days previous to the meeting. The Manager and Assistant Manager of the football team shall be elected by ballot at the January meeting from signed nominations similarly posted. The faculty members shall be chosen at the annual meeting by a committee of six, consisting of two seniors and one junior from each school. 2. Captains shall be elected by bal- lot within one week of the last game of the season by their respective teams. 3. The elections of Captains shall be confirmed by the Executive Com- mittee. 4. All vacancies occurring among the officers of the S. H. A. A. except Captains shall be filled by the Execu- tive Committee. Article IX. Fees. 1. The member- ship dues of this association shall be twenty-five cents, payable on or before the first of September. 2. The dues for honorary members shall be the same as for active members. Life members shall pay an admission fee of five dollars ($5.00) and shall be exempt from all dues thereafter. 3. Any member failing to pay his dues shall cease to be a member of the organization. Article X. Resignations. All resig- nations shall be made in writing to the secretary of the Executive Committee and shall be acted upon at the next meeting. Article XI. Suspension and Expul- sion 1. This association shall have power to punish any member by suspen- sion or expulsion for any failure to com- ply with the articles of this constitution or by-laws, or for any conduct that shall bring discredit upon the association. 2. The vote for suspension or expul- sion shall be by ballot. A two-thirds vote of the members present at a meet- ing shall be necessary to suspend or expel. Article XII. Reinstatement. Mem- bers after expulsion may be reinstated by a two-thirds vote of the members present at a meeting. Article XIII. Amendments. This constitution may be amended by a two- thirds vote of the members of the asso- ciation present and voting, provided notice of the amendment shall have been posted on the bulletins four days before the meeting at which said amend- ment is considered. By-Laws. 1. This constitution and these by-laws shall be printed in the first number of every volume of the Radiator. 2. No member of the schools shall be allowed to play on the school team unless he is a member of this associa- tion and takes at least 12 periods of prepared work and is in good and regu- lar standing. 3. Only members of the football, polo and baseball teams who have played in a league game, and point win- ners in the New England Interscholas- tic Athletic Association shall be allowed to wear an “ S ” and this shall be at the option of and provided by the Executive Committee. 4. Each Manager shall have the right of voting on matters brought before the Executive Committee which pertains to his particular team only. 5. Only members who have played in a league game shall be allowed to vote for captain. 6. No Manager of a team shall be a player on the same team. SOMERVILL1C IIIGII SCHOOL RADIATOR. l7 LATIN NO'ITS. 1900 Abas te blanc chapeau! Several of our prominent scholars have discovered that a grunt is the saf- est way to pronounce a French word. Murphy (in French)—“I am asleep.” What made everybody laugh? How we miss the Juniors! The room is quite lonesome without them. Is the preserve that the girls left in the laboratory there yet? Juniors please notice. The class looks very dignified since the rest of us put on elongated trousers. It has been proposed that we make McLean professor of Spanish. Quieti Sabc? Bacon and McLean are taking special courses. The Seniors should set a good exam- ple to the other classes by keeping off the grass. They arc overworking the policemen. “That boy with the white hat” is be- coming ambiguous. Some other means of distinction must be used. There is a rumor that the football team intends, at the end of the season, to present all superfluous hair to the hospital for mattresses. We were all sorry to hear of Miss Clark’s accident. However, it gave Moore a chance to show his executive ability. The boys did remarkably well in the examinations last June at Harvard. There was not one failure in any study. That extra lock on the outer door makes the boys wonder if they are sus- pected of attempting to leave without notice. Snowman wishes to know if Vinal wears glasses forfar-sight, near-sight or foresight. If Bacon really wrote Shakespeare’s works, that fact would explain why many of the boys dislike Macbeth. Bacon was always “on the pig.” A former member of our class, Greene, has been playing quarterback on the English High eleven recently. Some of the boys say that they can always tell when Keniston is coming to school by the noise his golf pants make. Keniston contemplates suing them for libel. Manager Farnum of the polo team, proposes to charter Spy Pond and charge admission to the games. The Greeks, even when quarreling were very polite. For instance: Achil- les says to Agamemnon, “O most noble man, you dog-faced wretch !” and Aga- memnon replies, “O God-like Achilles, you are a thief.” It has been customary for .Senior Class editors to head this column with the ex- pression “Seniors at last ! ” This phrase is absolutely- necessary if only to im- press our importance on. the Freshmen. A new Greek letter society has been formed by the boys, the name of which is Theta Chi Alpha. They expect to hold an initiation soon. Goats or buck- ing broncos arc barred from participation in the exercises. 1901. Juniors ! Next year------? “Juno was a lady.” Define “weight.” Poor Pisistratus! lie had no ambi- tion except vice. A recent German translation : “ And he stabbed him dead.” A common question : “ Have you done that scanning ?” Miss Lewis (in history): “Were the men the only ones who ever ate in Sparta ? ” Where is that mirror Mr. Baxter promised our girls two years ago ? On account of his numerous misde- 18 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. meanors, Elynn is at present the guest of the Freshmen. Mr. Murray shows very little hospi- tality to the Physics Division. Our class officers are: President, C. H. Brown; secretary, Miss Thomp- son ; treasurer, Miss Bennett; editor, Miss True. We were exceedingly disappointed at finding ourselves again confined to the third floor. “ Oh ! such fun I've had since I begun” The experiments. The desk cover was not originally designed as a protection for our inno- cent diversions. We are sorry to miss so many of our classmates this year. Let no more leave. 1902. Class officers were elected by force. If French had only voted for himself! Moses translates very freely. Bryant tries to swallow his Greek whole. Just ask O’Leary about Oliver Gold- smith's mother. Nichols has added a new case to the Latin language — the subjunctive. The first division has not a particu- larly enviable reputation,— especially in Latin. If we may judge by our morning singing, a good many voices are chang- ing. Heard in English II.: “Alfred had only been married six weeks when he began to fight.” Miss Paul does not dare to have French and Moses sit too near together. If we wish the Freshmen to sing with us, we must not discourage them in their first attempts. Some of the Spectator s jokes are very obscure, if we may judge by the way Division I. receives them. Cain is a budding poet; read his specimen below. McGartn thinks the English coffee- houses probably sold other things than coffee. Did Mr. Hawes mean it when he said it would demoralize any well-bred dog to be admitted to our company ? If I were still a Freshman And a pretty good debater, I'd go at once to the High School board. And strike for an elevator. —Cain. 1903. Let us petition the weather bureau for more Wednesdays like the 13th of September, even if it is an unlucky number. Servus miser non mu tum cibum habet, translated by Latin beginner: “Servus the miser has not much food.” Garland is a small fellow but it requires a whole settee to hold him. This playing in the room is rather babyish. Class pins are now in order, nothing but the best will be considered. Miss Merrill might do well to pur- chase a megaphone. I wonder who Miss Massey had on a string ? Tanglewood Tales are interesting when not tangled. Wright is wrong in calling his mother “ mamma” at this stage of his career. Judging from recent translations given in the class, Boni equi means “bony horses.” The first division prides itself on hav- ing an orator in its midst, who is ever ready to demonstrate his ability. Merrifield bids fair to become an acro- batic wonder. 11 is stair descending act is a hair raiser, well worth seeing, and would spread eagle with anything in Barnum’s. The class elections resulted as fol- lows : President, Webber; secretary, Miss Jones ; member of executive com- mittee of Radiator, Smith ; class edi- tor, Jennings. Although the Freshmen have now no representative on the football team, nevertheless there are several fellows in the class who will be heard from in the near future. SOMERVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 19 ENGLISH NOTES. 1900 Following the example of our prede- cessors, we say, “Seniors at last.” We are sorry to lose such eminent teachers from the faculty as Mr. Akers and Mr. Getchell, but we, the Senior Class, welcome their successors and the other new teachers. Mr. Whitcomb has said that the Sen- iors should have the choice of seats in the Lecture Hall during Music, but somehow we have failed to discover the “choice seats.” Eight of the Senior young ladies of the S. E. H. S met at the home of Miss Harriet H. Nickerson, Wednesday evening, September 13, for the purpose of organizing a club known as Toujottrs Amis Fidelis. “ Let no man enter on pain of death.” At the annual election of the class officers, September 12, Herbert M. Hale was elected president; Effie W. Carter, vice president ; Leslie R. Grant, secre- tary ; and Ruth Tufts, treasurer. All hail—Hale, the new class president Have you heard Clark’s phonograph? We are sorry that Mr. Hadley was de prived of the assistance of what he thought was a “new tenor boy.” Teacher in History—“Who was Thomas Paine ?” Doyle—“Candidate for Governor.” Teacher—“Who was General Lin- coln ? ” Student—“Abraham.” “What friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with ‘boots' of steel.' —Miss L. “Ain’t it awfully cold ? I almost froze to death.”—Heard in the Senior Class. We learn in physiology that after much study the shape ot the head is changed. Haven’t you noticed how the boys’ heads have swelled since they were Freshmen? Is it study, or foot- ball? Mr. R. (in history)—“How is the President elected?” Zink (innocently)—“By votes ’ By the drama and dance of our Junior Year we gained a name, a great deal of fun, and just $13.28 in our treasury. When shall we have another? Heard in History—“Who is the secre- tary of the Navy?” Answer—“Alger.” Lombard—“The President has the power to veto a bill sent from Congress.” Instructor—“Hill, what other powers has the President?” 11 ill—“He has the power to reject a bill.” As the inscription on the bottle for caustic soda appears through the mists in the laboratory—A. O. H. Miss D—“One of the first ten amend- ments was that one could not be fined or put in prison more than once.” Instructor—“Is that so? In some cities the third offense sends them down to the Island.” “How do you pronounce D-r-e-y-f-u-s?” Bright Student—“Innocent.” Found—On Tuesday, Oct. 10, 1899, in Kimball’s pocket, a glass belonging to the lunch counter. Poor Lamb! How pale he got at his first explosion in chemistry. Heard in French—“The roast goose, stuffed with prunes and apples, was smoking delicious perfumes.” The reason that not more than two can promenade the corridor together is “three is a crowd.” Tempus fugit so quickly that a fifth of our Senior Year is already gone. A fitting quotation for certain mem- bers of Room 21 : “So we grew together. Like to a double cherry, seeming parted— But yet a union in partition— Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.” The busts of Milton and Shakespeare must have looked in amazement on the wild excitement which reigned at the first class meeting. 20 SQMKRVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 1901. That scat by the window in the Physics room—how Pipe must long for it this year! The old familiar phrase, “Miss B---- stop your laughing!” Can Pigon find any difference between Corin and corn ? A P'rcshman was heard to remark that he thought the teachers were “lovely.” Noble is going to put up a sign,—not “Keep off the grass,” but, “Keep out of my desk.” Bradford has started a new society— “Sons of Rest.” The boys of the third floor want an elevator to save them from walking up three flights of stairs. What do the girls think ? Miss D. told us that there is a new flower that goes by the name of the “Blooming Blossom.” We should all like to see it. Glazier’s song, “Oh! where, Oh! where is my pencil gone ?” We are glad to see William Eaton in our ranks, another athlete added to our school. “Even the walls have ears,”—curtains in Room 30. A class constitution should be drawn up immediately. Don’t get absent minded and carry the microscopes out of the laboratory. At the class meeting held Wednes- day, Sept. 20, the following officers were elected for the ensuing year : Sidney II. Ilunkins, president; Chester L. Whitaker, vice president, and Maud M. Morse, secretary. Mr. Poor was unani mously elected treasurer for the second term. 1902. The question asked (not by a few) Is certainly quite simple; Everyone wishes to know if you Are going to Tremont Temple. The author of the foregoing wishes to state to a much abused public that he is in possession of a duly signed and certi- fied “Poetical License.” We learn in History C that the Huns were a “grazing people.” Another race peculiarity. Armstrong is in training for a profes- sionalist humorist. We all agree that “the first bell” at the close of recess is a great inconven- ience. Some of our classical students are now mystifying the “dog-house-man” with sundry requests for a canis sine. Our class is rather widely scattered. Besides occupying Rooms 22, 28 and 30 C, we have delegations in 23, 32 and 30 A. “Got cher elocution ?” “Sure.” “Got ’ny inc’rcct sentences?” “Nope, everybody I know speaks c’rect.” Two new societies are being organized in the class—the “1902 Debating Soci- ety.” and the “Art Club.” Their names explain their character. The former is a strictly class affair, but the latter is open to all members of the school. Both Harris of the Debating Society and Zetterman of the Art Club are looking for converts. 1903. What about class pins? Teacher—“Where is your example?” Pupil—“On the side-board.” A theme is a burden to Ilodgdon’s mind. How it does amuse Small to squeak his desk. Let us all attend the football games this season. As the Freshman Class is so large we ought to make a good showing in the Radiator. Notes will be gratefully received in Room 12. We are longing to see our first report cards. The secret enemies of the E. Ik L. are going to hold a meeting Friday at the close of school. Oh ! what is so rare as an hour with June! Ask Billy Fitzgerald. The next thing to join is the Camera Club. SCMFRYILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 21 ATHLETICS. FRANKLIN F. PHILLIPS, JR., fpcrtirg Editor. The school is beginning a year of athletics under conditions which have never been met with before. Although the prospect of filling out a football team has often been poor indeed, never- theless, for the last few years there have been on hand several men who had played on former elevens and were to be depended upon. We have only two old players left this year, but all know their ability. While the new material for building up a championship eleven is lighter than we have had for several years past, all are playing with the dash and courage which has always characterized Somerville teams. Our boys have always gone in to win out against any odds, and have given a spirit to our athletics which must remain. The increasing success of all our ven- tures, culminating in the Senior Foot- ball Championship of last fall, has left us with a tar greater reputation to de- fend than any preceding team has had ; probably a greater reputation than any other Interscholastic team has ever gained. Our outlook is encouraging, but whether we win again this year, or not, our reputation of playing the hard, determined sort of game, which has won for us the respect of other schools, will be sustained. Somerville 5 ; Malden 0. The school team played its first game of the season with Malden High School at Malden, Sept. 28. It was the first game for both teams and was not unat- tended by a little unsteadiness usual in such a case. Malden’s team was much the heavier, but played a less snappy game, and evidently did not have the science of its opponent. Our team was badly handicapped by the absence of Captain Hall, who tried to play for about two minutes in the first half, but was unable to continue on account of injuries received in practice a few days before. Hatch also received a severe strain on his knee in the first half and has not put on a suit since. Somerville was thus obliged to play the second half without a veteran. Malden kicked off to Somerville and stopped the rush on our 25-yard line. Somerville then punched the line for steady gains, Jones doing fine work. Malden held for downs on their 40-yard line. By sharp work Somerville pre- vented them from making any large gains. They then worked a fake kick completely deceiving our inexperienced men. C. Patch stopped the play after a gain of 48 yards had been made for Malden. Had this play been stopped without loss for Somerville we would probably have scored in the first half. In the second half Lewis, who had taken Hatch’s place at tackle, went to full back, Grant going to left tackle. Jones kicked off to Malden, and after changing sides two or three times the ball was taken well down into Somer- ville’s territory. Jones then took the ball around the end by fine rushing for a 30-yard run. The line was then tried rather unsuccessfully. Jones then kicked the ball fairly between the posts, scoring a goal from the field for Somer- ville. This was remarkably good work considering that he has had no chance to practice the play. 22 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. On Malden’s kickoff C. Patch clev- erly caught the ball and made a good run. There was no more scoring. Whittaker was the star of the game considering his inexperience. For new men, Lewis, C. Patch and Moore also did well. Mitchell and Hurley played well for Malden. McCarthy also punted finely. The game was won by Somerville s sand and aggressive play. The lineup: Somerville High. Malden High. Harts. 1. c.. r. e.. Walls Lewis, 1. t.. r. t.. Hill Hatch, 1. t. Grant. 1. t.. r. t.. Decatur Beardsley, i. g., r. g., Flanders W. Patch, c., c., Jurry Kimball, r. g., 1. g., Bartholomew 1. g., Barrows Whittaker, r. t.. 1. t., Powers Moore, r. e.. 1. e.. Mitchell R. Pipe, r. e. Armstrong, q., q., McCarthy, Capt. C. Stone, q., Jones (acting capt.), 1. h.. r. h.. Rice C. Patch, r. h., 1. h., Hurley Lewis, f., f.. Gatchell Hubbard, f., Score—Somerville High, 5. Goal from the field — Jones. Referee— Mr. Hill. Malden. Umpire—Mr. Drouet, Somerville Citizen. Linesman—Mr. Avery, S. II. and L. Somerville vs. Andover. Somerville played a fine game against the heavy Andover eleven on Oct. 4. Our team, compared with that of Andover, appeared too light to be a fit opponent for such heavy men, but played a snappy,determined game,which caused considerable surprise to the spectators. Andover won the toss and worked the ball down the field by steady gains, making no long runs. In about ten minutes Levine had scored a touchdown. Bloomer failed to kick the goal. After this Somerville appeared a little tired and did not hold so firmly until Andover had nearly scored again. Before the ball was pushed over, our team made a wonderful rally considering the weight opposing them. Bloomer again failed to kick an easy goal. Andover started sgain with the ball, but after three downs, Kimball broke through and blocked Levine’s kick. The ball bounced back about ten yards, when it was picked up by Harts, who by clever dodging carried it 30 yards for a touchdown. Jones kicked the goal. There was no more scoring in the first half. In the second half the Andover team had things their own way. Somerville was given 15 yards because of off side play. Andover scored twice in seven minutes. With three minutes to play, Captain Ball went into the game. lie kicked off, sending the ball flying down between Andover’s goal posts. Levine took it, but was tackled by Hall on Andover’s 30-yard line. Andover then made steady gains, but failed to score again. It is remarkable that Andover could make no long runs throughout the game. Harts, Jones, Lewis and Kim- ball played well for Somerville. The lineup: Andover. Somerville. Mathews, 1 e., r. e., Moore Rothchild, 1. t., r. t-. Hamblin, Hall Weeks, 1. g„ .ri g., Kimball Howe, Flinn, c., c., Patch Kenney, r. g., 1. g.,C. Stone Bloomer, r. t., 1. t.. Whittaker Rafferty, r. e.. 1. e., Harts. R. Pipe Brown, q. b., q. b., Armstrong. E. Stone Rinehart. McKay. 1. h. b., r. h. b.. C. Patch Collins, r. h. b.. 1. h. b.. Lewis, Jones Levine, f. b., f. b.. Hubbard Score Andover, 22 : Somerville. 6. Touch- downs—Levine (4� Harts. Goais from touch- downs—Jones, Bloomer (2). Umpire—Stearns. Referee -C. R. Pipe. Linesman—Winslow. Time—20 and 10 minute periods. Somerville, 5 ; Medford, 0. The old rivalry between S. H. and L. and Medford High, which has lasted since Junior League days, drew a large crowd to the Oval on Wednesday, the 10th. Somerville with a lighter team clearlv outplayed its rival, keeping the bull always in Medford's territory. Our touchdown was scored in the first half. Ball bucked the line in fine style for re- peated gains. More of Jones’ punting could have been used effectively. Wil- liams and Blakely gained ground for Medford. For our team, Jones, Ball and Lewis excelled. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 23 Notes. Purcell, captain of last year’s track team, is at Exeter this fall. Only those connected with the sport can appreciate his untiring efforts to make his team a success. The labor spent for this end interfered greatly with his own running. Speaking of track athletics we have a man to be proud of. Those who follow that sport without doubt have noticed the excellent record of W. E. Eaton, E., '01, formerly of the Latin school. With constantly decreasing handicaps, he has won heats and races against the best men about Boston during the past summer. Kimpton was a promising candidate for end, but withdrew from the game because of his parents’ interference. Fitts and Story are with the Fresh- man squad at Harvard. Saunders, Philbrick and Cuddy are at Brown. Cuddy played a star end in the Brown-Pennsylvania game. He scored Brown’s only touchdown. Much credit is due to Roy Pipe for his regular coaching of the football squad. Harts will make a great end. Over 400 have joined the Athletic Association. This is the kind of sup- port that counts. It is not too late for others to show their interest. LORING PHIPPS, v Architects U08 Exchange Building, - Boston. G. F. Loring, 78 Highland Ave., Somerville. F. L. CARD. Groceries and Provisions, GIL'MAN SQUARE. L. Herbert Huntley Wholesale and Retail Dealer In Butter, Cheese, Eggs, Poultry, Vegetables and Provisions. H Rlackstone Market and 84 Hlackxtone Market. Telephone Haymarket 782 Boston. Let’s have some enthusiasm at the games. The boys did not receive the proper encouragement at their first home game. Kimball is playing well. Cushman played guard for Tufts in the West Point and Brown games. Every effort is being made to secure a thoroughly competent coach. Mr. E. K. Carpenter, captain of Tufts, ’98, coached the boys before going to Andover. Knight, L., ’99, is playing a good game for Tufts at full-back. It is said that Russell, last year’s guard, will be with the team again be- fore these notes go to press. Do not fail to attend every league game. Here’s to the boys of red and blue! We’re in to win ! Schedule of League Games. Oct. 27. English High, (undecided;. Nov. 3. Boston Latin at Tufts Oval. Nov. 9. Hopkinson at South End. Nov. 17. Brookline at Charles River Park. Nov. 23. C. M. T. S. at Charles River Park. Yankee Doodle went to class. Depending on his pony. The student body rose en moss� , And stopped the ceremony.- Ex. PHILIP EBERLE, Retail Dealer In all kinds of Boots, © Shoes © and © Rubbers, BEST STYLES. Low iMtlCKS. 24 UNION SQ., SOMERVILLE, MASS. JK„ FINE REPAIRING A SPECIALTY. 7 CRHN E=’S THROAT AND LUNG BALSAM. A Purely Veoktahi.k Preparation and. the only known Specific for all diseases ot the throat and lungs. CHAS. H. CRANE, So!e Manufacturer and Proprietor, EAST SOMERVILLE, - - MASS. Be sure and buy the Thanksgiving issue of The Radiator........ DESIGNING ILLUSTRATING ENGRAVING ELECTROTYPING ENGRAVERS FOR RADIATOR SUFFOLK ENGRAVING COMPANY 234 CONGRESS ST. BOSTON,-MASS. Francis M. Wilson join ••• THE UNDERTAKER Athletic Association. Telephone 144 3. 103 Cross Street. JOHN A. AVERY, Treas. MARSHALL ST. PHARMACY, DANCING SCHOOL. Cor. Broadway and Marshall Street. J. K. RICHARDSON, Prop Prescriptions Our Specialty. Guaranteed Acurate. PROF. ANTHOINE'S PRIVATE ACADEMY 136 School St, Somerville, opp. City Hall. Winter terms begin second week In December: Mon- day, Wednesday and Friday Evenings. Phone 150. . . . CIRCULARS AT ACADEMY. YEAR ROUND NOVELTIES NOT ONLY IN Young Men’s Elegant Made=up Clothing BUT IN ALL ARTICLES APPERTAINING TO A COMPLETE OUTFIT, VIZ: HATS, FOOTWEAR, UNDERWEAR, LINEN, NECKWEAR, HOSIERY, CANES, UMBRELLAS, TRAVELING BAGS, MACKINTOSHES and GLOVES. A. SHUMAN CO, Leading Manufacturers and Outfitters in New England. Shuman Corner. BOSTON. A Ham ” Sandwich, etc. AT THE DEW DROP INN. 61 Day Street. CLARENCE A. STEARNS. LADY EMBALMER IN ATTENDANCE. W. A. FRINK, funeral Director, M Holland Street, W. Somerville. ITiend of the Radiator. ....m' J. 7 . DURELL, Stoves, Furnaces and Ranges, BUILDERS’ HARDWARE, Stove Linings and CABtlngs. Painters' Supplies. PLUMBING. 309 BROADWAY, Winter Hill, SOMERVILLE. TKI.KPIIONE 33iM. ..UNDERTAKER.. No. 170 SCHOOL STREET. TELEPHONK 123-2. 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FRED HALEY,- Real Estate, Mortgages and Insurance, ROOM 86, 27 STATE STREET, Telephone, 2363 Boston: BeSTQN, MASS. The New Freeman Studio PHOTOGRAPHER Broadway, cor. Mt. Vernon Street, Has every approved modern appliance for ob- taining the best results in photography and j portraiture. Large groups, landscapes, exte- ! riors and interiors are specialties. ! ALWAYS RELIABLE. Foot Bail and Gymnasium Supplies Our Goods are calculated to give the utmost comfort and satisfaction in every line of athletics. LAMSON HUBBARD, MANUFACTURERS OF Fine Silk, Stiff, HATS Soft and Straw. . . . LADIES’ FURS... 90 to 94 Bedford St„ . . Cor. Kingston. DOStOIl, MaSS. DANA W. BENNETT 00,, Unsurance 82 Water Street, Boston. HORACE PARTRIDGE CO., COR. FRANKLIN AND ARCH STS., BOSTON. Telephone, Boston 1755. RESIDENCE, 41 PUTNAM STREET | CASH OR I CREDIT. ------- furNiturk ■a- DON’T Be SHY ■ about buying your Furniture in Somerville. You can buy a better quality at lower prices. Why ? Because our expen- ses are low and we are satisfied with a small profit. It surely will be to your advantage to ---TRY US. —--------- RELIABLE OSBORN FURNITURE CO., GOODS. ! DAVIS SQUARE, j W. SOMERVILLE. ------- iFREE j DELIVERY. I ---—--- U © z u 73 V ffl H T LOWEST PRICES. --------- Wellington-Wild Coal Co. s Anthracite GOAL Bituminous C Successors to Horatio Wellington Co. and B. F. Wild Co. Branch Yards and Offices: Wharves : General Office : 226 Main Street. Charlestown. 511 Main Street, Charlestown. Union-Square, Somerville. Oilman Square, Somerville. Craigie’s Bridge, K. Cambridge. 149 Medford Street and 34 Warren Avenue, Charlestown .District, Boston. 7 CENTRAL STREET, BOSTON. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR'- - - - — - - - - - - - - THANKSGIVING NVMBER 1899. fj HANSONS. Bakers and Caterers. STORES: 3 Bonair Street, 218 Pearl Street, 153 Perkins Street, 314 Broadway. Orders for Weddings and Receptions a Specialty........... JAMES G. TAYLOR Merchant Tailor. 297 Broadway, Winter Hill, 172 School Street, SOMERVILLE, MASS. Ladies’ Garments made, repaired and altered. Particular attention given to Dyeing, Cleans- ing and Repairing Clothes. High School Trade Solicited. School Water Colors In Boxes and Tubes. MATHEMATICAL INSTRUMENTS —AND— ARTISTS' MATERIALS MANUFACTURED BY WADSWORTH, HOWLAND CO., (Incorporated.) 82 and 84 Washington St., Boston. All Kinds of J « . . PICTURES . . Artistically Framed. THE SPRAGUE HATHAWAY CO., West Somerville. Home Made Candies Always Fresh. At Popular Prices. Original Varieties Added Continually. A large line of Chocolates 20c. to 60c. per lb. Home Bakery—Fine Home Made Bread. A nice line of Cakes, Cookies, etc. All goods made on the premises. Ice Cream always on hand. Parties Supplied. Orders delivered. Miller's Candy Kitchen, J GILMAN SQUARE. Henry D. Padelford APOTHECARY Cor. Pearl and Marshall Streets, Winter HiU Statio . PADELFORD’S ALMOND LOTION. North Packing and Provision Co. Roofs Tinned, Jobbing, etc. Tin and Woodon Ware HOWE St FLINT. Dc kfs-ig Furnaces and Stoves. Tin Plate and Sheet Iron Workers. No. 51 Union Square. Somerville, Maas. W. 8. HOWS. Tel- 33-4. W. F. FLINT. Contents for November, • The First Thanksgiving, Front Editorials, 3 “ A Thanksgiving Story,” 5 Basket Ball, 7 Sonnet, 7 Exchanges, 8 “ A Practical Man’s Romance,” 9 Latin Notes, 12 The Museum at the Navy Yard, •4 Camera Club Concert, 15 Latin School Gleanings, 5 English Notes, 16 Athletics, 18 Coach Gray, 20 E. II. S. Gleanings, 21 What Became of '99, 22 Advertisements, 24 ftbe jftvst TTbanfcsgivmo. - THE Somerville High School Radiator. IaATIN SCHOOb. ENGbISH SCHOOb. Vol. IX. Somerville, Massachusetts, November, 1899. No. 2. The Radiatok Is published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year. Only important news matter can be received after the 10th of the month. Matter for insertion may be left with any of the editorial stati or be mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign the full name and address (this is for reference only). EXCHANGE EDITOR. LILLIAN J. STEARNS, L. II. S., 1900. BUSINESS MANAGER. HERBERT M. HALE. K. H. S., 1900. Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. To insure its return manuscript must be accom- panied by the necessary postage . TERMS. 75 CENTS PER YEAR. SINGLE COPIES, 10 CENTS. ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER. JOHN C. HAARTZ, L. IL S., 1901. TREASURER. LESLIE R. GRANT, K. II. S., 1900. SOMERVILLE CITIZEN PRESS. STAFF OF THE RADIATOR. CLASS EDITORS. EDITOR IN CHIEF. LATIN SCHOOL. LINWOOD E. SNOWMAN, LOUIS C, DOYLE, 1900. L. II. S., 1900. HELEN E. TRUE, ’oi. ARTHUR D. WHITMAN, ’02. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. WILLIAM JENNINGS, '03. RUTH TUFTS, ENGLISH SCHOOL. K. II. S., 1900. HARRY A. STONE, 1900. SPORTING EDITOR. FREDERIC E. MOORE, or. FRANKLIN F. PHILLIPS, JR., H. DELANO LORING, ’02. L. 11. � ., 1900. LOUIS G. KEYES,’03. OVER 200 years ago the Pilgrim Fathers decreed the first Thanks- giving Day. Having accomplished a perilous ocean voyage, having settled the wilderness, having mastered alike the primeval forest, the uncultivated soil, and the untamed savages, and hav- ing been spared by winter’s cold and famine through their untiring efforts and unshaken faith in God, in gratitude for their preservation in their new homes, now well established in love and liberty, they set apart one day when all might return prayerful thanks to their Heavenly Father. We are living upon the site of their struggles; we are en- joying the fruit of their sacrifices. Should we not all the more give thanks for our innumerable blessings, and de- vote a thought to the hardy men who bequeathed to us not alone the beautiful custom of our Thanksgiving, but also the stern, national foundation that has rendered its celebration possible ? SOMERVILLE is to be congratu- lated in possessing and maintaining a thoroughly up-to-date Public Library, whose circulation is second largest in the State, exceeding Worcester’s and 4 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. ranking next to Boston’s, and whose librarians are never satisfied to pause in the line of progress. This year a great extension is in process of construction, which, when completed, will double the available working space of the library. The features then will be a larger and more convenient delivery room, a more attractive children’s reading room, and an art room, which is an entirely new departure. Upon the opening of the new extension Librarian Foss will write an article for the Radiator outlining his aim and policy. The outlook is de- cidedly encouraging, and Somerville may rest assured that her reputation for culture and educational advancement is safe in the hands of the Public Library. THE lack of proper physical exercise for High School girls has for a long time been a matter of some atten- tion. At last our girls have found a solution to the question in the form of college basket ball, a game abounding in lively situations, physical exertion and mental participation, and withal conceded by everyone but the pessi- mistic few to be neither injurious nor unladylike. The girls of the Latin School first agitated the movement and formed an association. The English School girls quickly followed. But there is not the slightest sign of har- mony. Each association seems to go its own way without regard to the other, and to consider selfish and trivial interests before the good and advan- tage of the school as a whole. For four years now the boys have joined forces and formed athletic teams to represent the school and city abroad. It remains for the girls to take the first step in making an irreparable breach, by putting into the field two rival teams, neither of which can truly represent Somerville elsewhere, nor receive the undivided support of the city at large. To tell the truth, the whole controversy is rather childish. Get together, girls ! LAST month the RADiATORannounced a prize competition, which proved to be extremely disappointing. The re- sults were so unsatisfactory and the lack of interest so plainly apparent that the Radiator can only declare off, for the present, any prize offers. This deplorable lack of interest in the paper is manifest also in the scarcity of con- tributions. No person should pass one whole year at the Somerville High School without contributing at least once to the Radiator—if not a story, at least a spicy sketch, a joke, or a witty rhyme. We have a department waiting for just such articles. Think it over! THE support of the football team by the schools this year is decidedly encouraging. The games are well at- tended and the cheering is, on the whole, hearty and well directed. The girls in particular have distinguished themselves by organized cheering on their own account. The spirit behind this is well meant, and the effect has been very good, with the exception of some doubtful instances at the Dor- chester game. Keep it up, everyone, and remember that even if the end of the season does not find the team at the top of the championship heap, it will leave it far from the bottom. THE Radiator has seen fit to in- crease its regular issue from 600 to 700 copies — another innovation. It seems that, allowing say 75 papers for advertisers, exchanges, etc., among the thousand students of the two schools, the rest might easily be disposed of. Help us out! WHAT’S the matter with an Inter- scholastic Basket Ball Associa- tion to consist of Cambridge, Brookline, Newton, Roxbury, Medford and Somer- ville ? THE boys of the Phi Sigma Fraternity —the first Greek letter society formed in the school for many years— have adopted the very appropriate motto, “We originate; others imitate.” AMONG other Thanksgiving antici- pations remember the football game at Charles River Park. HERE’S to a successful social season for 1899-1900! SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 5 H {IbanksGtvtiuj 5tor .� . K. M., S. E. II. s:09. blustering will- 's clay a white- ned man, bowed th years, pain- lly limped along e icy road which 1 to the old niestead. On iching the house he pushed open the gate and walked up the path to the side door. Stamping the snow from his feet, he stood for a moment with his hand on the latch, apparently in deep thought ; then, shaking his head, he said : “‘Tain’t no use nohow. Here it’s gone on well nigh ten years, an’ I won’t he the fust ter give in, though the Lord knows the hull thing wuz done an’ settled. Ef I did begin this ’ere quar- rel, I won’t he the fust ter end it,” and he pushed open the door and entered. Me hung his hat and coat on the nail and stirred up the dying embers. “Father might ’uv knowed,” he contin- ued, “we’d had a tussle ’bout the ol’ homestead, an’ I reckon that’s why he put it in his will the way he did, thet we could fix it up between us as ter who’d hev the ol’place. Ilealluzdid like ter see us fight an’argue an’ I guess he’d he satisfied ef he could seen us fer the last ten years. Hannah over in her part has never spoken a word ter me sence the day I tol’ her she could hev only half the house an’ not kum botherin’ round me. She jes’ hated ter take up with my offer, hut she didn’t hev no choice 'cept thet an’ the poorhouse, so she’s livecl thar in her part, an’ I’ve lived here in mine. I dunno hut I ought— but no, I’ve alluz given in ter her afore, hut I won’t now, no I won’t.” Meanwhile Hannah Tibbets was sitting by the fire in her part of the house rocking to and fro, stopping now and then to wipe her eyes. “Ther’s Josiah jes’ kum in, I guess. Poor man ! he grows older every day. An’ him a livin’ all alone in thar, cookin’ all his food an' mendin’ his clo’s ! Ef he wuz took sick who’d ever know it ? Ile’d jes’ die ’fore he’d call ter me. Why did I ever quarrel with Josiah ’bout the ol’ homestead? I'd leave it termorrow ef he wouldn’t be left all alone. Oh dear, it’ll be ten years next week Thursday sence we quarreled, an’ sakes alive, ef thet ain’t Thanksgivin’ ! Thanksgiving” she repeated bitterly, I’d like ter know what I’ve got ter be thankful fer. No friends, no money, no happiness, an’ no nothin.’ Thanksgiv- in’ Day indeed ! It’ll be spent jes’ like any other day by me. Goodness knows how many times I’ve tried ter speak ter Josiah an’ make up, but when it kum ter the p int I somehow jes’ couldn’t do it. Wal, ef he wants ter keep on bein' spiteful, he ken,” and she wiped her eyes with the corner of her apron. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday of Thanksgiving week passed. Josiah on his way to and from the village was fre- quently stopped by the neighbors, who inquired if he intended keeping Thanks- giving Day. “Not much ! I’ve got lots ter be thankful fer, I hev! Ef Iconic! go ter church—an’ I hain’t ben inside o’one fer ten years—an’ hear a good sarmon an’ feel benefited by it, then kum hum ter turkey an’ fixin’s, I might feel kinder Thanksgivin’ like. But as’tis, I can’t, an’ I ain’t goin’ ter act like a fool pre- tendin’ I do. I want other folks ter enjoy their Thanksgivin’ but I can’t en- joy mine an’ I ain’t goin’ ter try.” The neighbors gossipped among themselves concerning the unhappy state of affairs, and thought it a pity that the brother and sister could not live peacefully together in their old age. The day before Thanksgiving, in spite of the threatening weather, Josiah took his horse and sled and went into the woods to bring back some firewood which he had chopped up. It was about five miles from the house and the 6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. air was filled with snowflakes when he started. Hannah watched him as he drove out of the yard. “I wish he wa’n’t goin’. I feel ez ef we wuz goin’ ter hev a heavy snow- storm, an’ Josiah’ll ketch cold an’ hev rheumatics agin’. Oh dear ! I wish he wuz goin’ ter stay ter hum.” During the morning she frequently stopped her work to look out of the window for signs of Josiah, but each time she resumed her work with in- creased anxiety. At last she spied the horse coming slowly up the hill. “Thank goodness!” she said, with a deep sigh of relief. “He’s cornin’! I hed ’bout given him up cz lost. An’ the storm’s set in fer good now, I reckon.” As she watched the horse come into the yard she saw that Josiah was not there. There was nothing on the sled but a few sticks of wood and Josiah’s dinner pail. Hannah gasped and sank back into a chair. Perhaps Josiah was lying dead in the woods. She must go to him. Or he might not be dead, but oh, he would surely freeze. She forgot the quarrel which had separated them for so many years, and remembered only her yearning love for her brother. Hastily putting on her hood and shawl, she took her seat on the sled, and through the blinding snow she drove to that part of the woods for which Josiah had started in the morning. “Oh, what if I should be too late, and Josiah probably dyin’ thar in the snow! G’long, Hill, g’long!” and the old horse pricking up his ears quickened his pace as if he understood. As she rode along she eagerly scanned either side of the rode half hoping to see Josiah. The storm increased as she passed through the village and along the road to the woods and still no signs of him. Han- nah grew terrified ; she urged the old horse on and cried out: “Oh, Lord, cf you’ll only help me find Josjah, I’ll be so thankful.” Thankful ! the word recalled something. Thankful, Thanksgiving. “Oh, it’s ten years sence father died an’ left thet will thet we quarreled over, an’ it’s ten years termorrow thet we vowed we’d never hev nothin’ more ter do with each other. Hut oh, Lord, I’ll take it all back ef you’ll help me find Josiah, an’I'll make termorrow a reel Thanksgivin' Day, so please—” “Whoa! Bill. Why, Hannah, what on airth be you—” “Oh, Josiah! Is it reely you? I thought you wuz dead or frozen. Oh, Josiah, I take back all them wrong an’ hasty words I said ter you thet time, an’ I want yer ter forgive me. I’ll give yer the ol’ homestead an’ go an’ live with Mis’ Preston, whose ben wantin’ me ter. Oh, Josiah!” and poor Hannah fell into his arms and wept. “Wal, Hannah, I reckon it’s ’bout time we made up this ’ere quarrel, an’ I say, we’ll take down thet partition as soon’s we git hum, an’ we’ll alluz live tergether ; thet is, ef you kin fergive an’ live with sech an’ ol’ fool ez I’ve ben,” and fora reply Hannah put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Josiah told her as they rode home how he had left the horse by the road- side and gone into the woods to get some firewood. When he returned, the horse, probably growing cold and stiff, had started for home and he had been obliged to walk. That very night the partition put up ten years before was torn down. The next morning, as Josiah and Hannah were eating their breakfast, Josiah re- marked with a contented sigh : “Wal, Hannah, I reckon we might ez well keep our Thanksgivin’ Day like other folks, an’ we’ll go ter church, then cum hum ter turkey an’ fixin’s an’ hev a reel ol’-fashioned celebration all round, hey ?” The villagers were much surprised when Hannah and Josiah walked arm in arm to church and sat in the pew which had been vacant for ten years. After supper a few of the neighbors dropped in and spent a pleasant even- ing around the fire talking over the good old times, roasting apples and telling stories, and when all had gone Josiah turned to Hannah and said: “Wal, Hannah, I’ve ben thinkin’ it all over an’ I guess them ten years hez all ben a dream,” and Hannah replied, “I guess so, too, Josiah.” SOMERVILLE IIIGII SCHOOL RADIATOR. 7 BASKET BALL. “Cambridge, I see thy fate ! ” An innocent challenge seen in the class notes of our respected contempo- rary, the Latin and High School Review, has been the cause of wide spread ex- citement in Somerville. Our modest maidens can talk of nothing but baskets, pig-skins, rushes, goals, and mysterious “suits ’ can see no one so grand as the heroine of a practice game, can find no pleasure in anything less exciting than a basket ball scrimmage—and if, O worthy Cambridge rivals, these soft voiced maids do not shortly administer as decisive a drubbing to the bright- eyed girls of Cantabrigia on the Charles as their young gentlemen friends re- ceived last fall at the hands of our cham- pionship football eleven, then the Radi- ator will be supremely disappointed. Xo, this is not a challenge. As yet we have picked no 'varsity team. But the team and the challenge will both come in due season. Basket ball is well under way at Som- erville. Both the Latin and English I ligh Schools have taken well-considered steps toward the firm establishment of this college institution, though, as yet, there has been no concerted action. The girls of the Latin School have formed an association and elected the following officers: President, Miss R. Adelaide Witham ; vice president, Miss M. Belle Preston, 1900; secretary, Miss Florence A. Eaton, 1900; treasurer, Miss Nathalie E. Rinsman, 1901. About 50 girls have joined the associa- tion. Everybody went to work with a vim, and Clarendon Hall, Davis Square, was secured for home grounds and practice. Miss Fannie Shepard from the Sargent Gymnasium School will do the coaching. First practice was held Tuesday, Nov- ember 7. The girls were green, unde- niably green, being ignorant of the first principles of the game, but they have the right pluck and spirit, and authori- ties assure 11s that the material is ex- ceptionally good. The first idea of the coach is rather to give each girl a chance to secure proper physical exercise than to turn out a championship team as yet For this end the squad of candidates is so divided that everyone may play two 15-minute halves of basket ball every practice afternoon. The girls will prac- tice twice a week, Tuesdays and Thurs- days. Some of the suits have now ar- rived and ’varsity and scrub teams will be selected shortly. Miss Witham has been of invaluable aid to the girls in their new venture. At the English High, movements have been necessarily slow on account of Mr. Whitcomb’s illness. Neverthe- less, an association has been formed, with a membership of 97. At the third meeting, November 16, a constitu- tion was presented, having been drawn up by the following committee : Ruth Tufts, Maud M. Morse, Elizabeth C. Crocker and Beulah L. Rice. After its discussion and adoption nominations were made for the following officers, which, when this issue is published, will probably be elected—a president and vice-president from each class, secretary, treasurer (a teacher) and manager and assistant manager for the school team. The suits will be dark red, with dark blue trimmings. As soon as a coach and a hall are secured practice will be- gin in earnest. The girls thank Miss Nichols through the columns of the Radiator for the enthusiasm and at- tention she has devoted to the cause. Sonnet. Slow rolls the great red sun his glowing way Steep down the western skies, and dewy eve Steals on with equal pace. The lengthening shades That all the while have hid in fear of day Creep up the hills with silent steps and leave The fair vales shrouded by the dusky night. The solemn woods are silent and the glades, Once merry with the laughter of the morn. Are hushed and still and fearful as in fright. While winged night winds glide o'er them in their flight Around the world to meet the coming dawn Whose rosy fingers, when the night snail wane, Will tear aside the curtains cold and gray That hide Aurora and her jocund train. C. Ashton R. Sanborn, S. L. S. ’oo. s SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. EXCHANGE NOTES. The Egis is to be complimented on the cover of its October issue. I draw the line at kissing, sir! She said in accent tine. He was a football player, And so he “hit the line.'’ —Ex. We acknowledge the following ex- changes : Oracle, Gazette, Beacon, Quill, Bulletin, Register, Egis, Review, Record, Grey lock Echo, Spectator, Saint Paul's Life, Crimson and White, Enter- prise, Premier, Authentic, Chips, Jabber- woek, Adelphian. We hope that every school paper which we receive this year will contain an exchange column. It gives us a con- ception of school life in every part of our country. “The Departure,” a story in the Latin and High School Review, is very well written. One thing which is lacking in the Latin School Register is a class note department. “Some people,” said the boy with the dirty face, “don’t git thanked no matter what they do. Some feller put a bent pin on the teacher’s chair and when he went to sit down, I pulled the chair away to save him from sitting on the pin—and—by George—he licked me for it.”—Ex. The September number of the Law- rence Bulletin deserves much credit, both on account of its cover and its well written stories. Tommy—“Mamma, why have you got papa’s hair in a locket ? ” 11 is mother—“To remind me that he once had some, Tommy.”—Ex. The Jabberwock from the Girls Latin School, Boston, is a fine example of the fact that “girls are not so slow.” Teacher—“Johnny, what figure of speech is T love my teacher ?’ ” Joh n n y—‘ Sarcasm. ’ ’—Ex. A Freshman once to Hades went Thinking that he might learn. They sent him back to earth again, He was too green to burn. —Ex.. “Won’t it seem funny next year to write 19—after writing 18—for a hun- dred years,” remarked a Freshman the other day.—Ex. Mary had a little dog, I ts fleece was black and tan; She tied it to her bicycle, And by her side it ran. They used to ride o'er hill and dale Until the fatal day When they were coasting down a slope A tom-cat crossed the way. The dog forgot poor Mary quite ; She landed on her head. “ Twas a dog-goned cat-astrophe,” So charming Mary said. —Ex. Teacher (to pupil)—“What is your name?” Pupil— “Jule, sir.” Teacher—“You mean Julius ” (turn- ing to next boy), “ and what is your name ? ” Boy—“Billious.”—Ex. “Oh, Johnnie,5' said his auntie dear, “Come here and beside me sit And watch your auntie closely, For you love to see her knit.” “Oh, yes,” said Johnnie, “I will come,” And a smile was on his lips, “For there’s nothing that brings me greater fun Than to watch my auntie (nit).” —Ex. “The War of the Classes,” a story in the Oracle, Bangor, was the most inter- esting story that appeared in any ot the exchanges. A Bright Pupil — “Blackberries are always red when they are green.”—Ex. The author of “A Football Episode,” a story which appeared in the October issue of the Oracle, Malden, deserves much praise. The story was very clev- erly written. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 9 B practical flDan's IRomance- by waoiT.ts. It was my last day at Harvard and I was walking about the grounds giving the familiar buildings one last farewell. I had crossed the common, going in the direction of the Square, when a hand was laid on my shoulder. Turning, I recognized Tom Shattuck. Tom was from the south, Cuba, I believe. He had come among us four years back with enough learning to take him through the examinations, and now, after these years of idleness and college loaf- ing, he was leaving without having learned anything and having forgotten what little he had once known. Tom and I had never been intimate for I don’t take to persons of Tom’s stamp, so his linking his arm in mine and chatting as sociably as he did was rather a surprise to me. Finally, leav- ing meat the door of his dormitory, he said pleasantly, “Dick, you’ve stolen the heart of the girl I love. Sometime I’ll have revenge.” I slapped him on the back and replied jovially, “Sorry to have cut you out, old man, but you must admit I’ve won a prize ; so tender your congratulations.” I could read in his eyes that he resented this familiarity and speech of mine, but he simply called out as he bounded up the stairs, “Ta, Ta, Richard ! Remem- ber the revenge.” When I told Irene of this incident, I saw that it troubled her. She said he had bothered her very much by his pas- sionate advances common with the Latin races. I reassured her, however, and passed the matter off as a joke. K fc Irene, my lady love, is an inde- scribable beauty, meant only for the brush of a master artist to picture and not for the pen, at any rate not for the pen of a novice, to describe wretchedly and inadequately the incomparable outline or color. We were to be married as soon as financial means would permit, which was likely to be some time dis- tant. We, my mother and father, brothers and sisters, were to have a “real, lovely time,” in the country that summer. None of your summer resort places, but the “unsophisticated, unadulterated country” that you read about with its “innocent inhabitants,” “meady mead- ows,” “babbling brooks,” “fine forests,” and every thing else rhymesters have expounded in their poetry, and mother and father happened to read during the winter nights. My mother found a realization of such an ideal in a small country town in New Hampshire, where, she told me, “It is so quiet, so restful that you can hear the clock in the Methodist Church tick for a half mile round;“and I have found the dearest little house,” my mother con. 10 SOMKRVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. tinued, “but we’ll have to take up all our own furniture. Now, Richie dear, you won’t mind going up a day or so in ad- vance of the rest of us and straightening things out, would you ?” When thus approached, how could Richie dear refuse ? I decided to wheel up to this paradise of rest. All my friends knew it, for I made it a busi- ness to wear a bicycle suit every day for a week before I started. What torture wearing that suit caused me ! I am as sensitive to ridicule about the scant proportions on which my lower extremities were built, as Cyrano de Bergerac was about the magnitude of his nose, and I imagine all eyes to be turned my way when I go out on the street. Irene considerately remarked that if I had appeared in “that rig” as she calls it, when her mind was in the unsettled state, termed by sentimental- ists indifference, it would have proven a detriment to my hopes. Everyone is at his worst when clothed for bicycling. I remember one day Irene came bound- ing into the room to ask how I liked her new skirt (she always has me pass judg- ment on her new things much to the dis- gust of her mother and sisters). The skirt in question was one of those rever- sible affairs which one can wear inside out for golfing, and because I did not fall into raptures over it, I am inclined to think she was trying to pay me back. The eventful day for my ride came. When I reached Concord, (Concord, Mass.) having got a puncture and inci- dentally all the riding I cared for, I com- pleted my journey in the cars. On the train I was much annoyed by the persis- tent stare of a foreign looking personage whose figure seemed familiar to me but whose face I did not recognize. He, with a telescope bag, occupied the seat in my immediate rear and I was ever conscious of his steady gaze which burned its way through the back of my head. I stayed in that haven of solitude three days, amusing myself with the en- gaging work of putting up curtains, are ranging beds, and the like. There were some few pieces of furniture in the house, which, with the consent of the former resident, I placed around for our use. In the sleeping room selected for myself was an iron bed, brought from home, two chairs and a chest of drawers, the property of the late tenant. The first two days were uneventful ones for me, except that on the second I met the man with the penetrating stare. I was coming home from the store and I saw him going down a cross road, swinging his bag. He did not notice me, much to my relief, for I was not anxious to come under his hypnotic gaze. On the third day, when unpack- ing my own clothes, (work for one’s self always comes last) I found that the top drawer in the chest, which was much longer than the other two, was locked. I had not noticed this before, and prob- ably would never have given it another thought had I not heard something rattle inside when I shook it, or had I not been alone. As it was I lay awake for a long time that night imaging myself surrounded by all manner of things, from an infernal machine down, which were all contained in that drawer. I found that there was to be some ex- citement in that prehistoric town with its antique people. It was the custom of the natives to relieve one another of all their portable property on the night before the Fourth, depositing it in the town square, to be called for by the own- ers on the next day. I participated with them in their aimless frolic. What an odd sight it was to see young and old side by side, pulling a hayrack in from some farm five miles out, while in all probability the owner of the hayrack was sacking their premises. Going home I noticed, while passing through a large field leading to the house, that the light which I thought I had extinguished was still burning. The clock in the old church, the proverbial time, the unaccountable light, and the damp mist, which had settled over the field, sent shivers through me, and I in- voluntarily turned up my collar and rammed my hands still deeper into my pockets. When I reached the back porch it re- quired all my reserve courage to enter and light a lamp. After going the rounds of locking doors and windows, I blew out the lamp and made for the stairs. I had reached the last stair but SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. one when I was struck dumb with terror at the sound of stealthy footsteps on the uncarpeted floor. I had turned with the intention of making a hasty retreat down stairs, when a large hand shot out of the darkness, seized the nape of my neck, and hurled me upon the upper hall floor. I lunged, kicked, rolled, groaned, all to no avail; cruel fate built my entire body to keep company with my scrawny legs, making me an easy victim for my assail- ant. The corner of the hall where my mus- cular acquaintance had me pinned with both his knees on my shoulders was almost dark. Streaks of light came through the door of my room, but were not strong enough to enable me to de- cipher the features of the large bit of humanity sitting on the pit of my stomach. I told him everything I pos- sessed was his if he would only get off, told him I would never mention his visit, in fact, promised everything promisable, but he still observed silence and kept his position. Thinking, perhaps, that I was becoming too communicative, he felt in my pockets for my handkerchief and stuffed it unceremoniously into my mouth. Then turning me over, he fas- tened my hands behind my back with my suspenders. After the first shock of his attack, finding that he did not use a revolver or a razor-edged knife, and seeing that my life was in no imminent danger, I had n reconciled myself to circumstances ; but now, when he picked me up like a feather and carried me into my room bound up like an Egyptian mummy, the novelty of the situation wore off, and beads of anxious sweat began to form on my forehead. When I had been deposited on the bed, my strange friend lett me and busied himself with something on the floor. What it was I could not ascertain from my position. The room was lighted by a solitary candle placed on the chest, which flickered in the the breeze from the window, causing an uncertain and weird light. I had not seen the stranger’s face until, rising from his knees on the floor, he went to the chest. Fancy my astonishment when I saw it was no other than the man on the train with the stare, whom I had after- wards seen on a cross road near the village. The man’s build again seemed familiar to me, but his face remained the same mystery as before. He turned and started to speak to me. He had no sooner opened his mouth than it flashed across my mind who he was. Great Heavens! Was Tom Shattuck mad? Was he about to take his cowardly revenge ? Did the fiend of fiends have full possession of his body, or was he impelled by the in- herited blood of some wild-eyed and for- saken Cuban sen ora ? (Continued next month.) First Donkey : “ Hot, ain’t it ? ” Second Donkey : 41 Yes; how would you like to be the Radiator ? ” 12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. LATIN NOTES. 1900 All hail the basket ball association. The long and short of the Radiator —Phillips and Snowman. McLean carries with him a’long lock of raven-black hair. It is'supposed to belong to a Cuban belle. Why do the Theta Chi Alpha boys wear red caps ? Probably to heat their sluggish brains into action. It is reported that Vinal, our poet, will soon publish an epic poem on Dewey, written in the Dactylic Hex- ameter. We wish him success. A prominent scholar of our class has been looking for a fast horse that can trot 15 lines of Homer in five minutes. He has not been successful. We all knew that Keniston was very young but we had no idea that he tod- dled. “Je cheminait said he. Harts thinks that even if a lock is a snap-lock, it’s no snap to unlock it. Others think the same. Kaula is training to be the janitor of a big apartment house. He will assume charge upon graduating. Meyer is studying hard at his Erench conversation, with the purpose of open- ing a sandwich depot at the Paris Expo- sition. A member of our class had a hair- breadth escape lately. lie was attacked in a barber shop by a man with a razor, but lost only his moustache. Bacon is reported to have done the hundred yards in ten seconds, running for the car. The track team should get after him. Judging from the daily exercise on the grass, more than the girls need a basket to catch the ball in. Why doesn’t the government send Mc- Lean to the Philippines to succeed Gen- eral Otis ? We are sure that the war would be ended soon. Sturtevant and McDonald are taking extra work. One of their studies is solid geometry which they hope will penetrate their heads better than plane geometry. Some irreverent person has suggested that the title of Bellamy’s book, “Look- ing Backward” be changed to “Rubber- neck.” This would greatly detract from the dignity of the publication and should not be done. Mr. Baxter says that the athletes we have in our school are of the best and the managers are the supports of the team. Witness Harts, Phillips and Farnum. The following are some new books published by Slam-Bang Co.—Le Sa- vant, by Rastus II. Keinston ; “The Sport,” by C. Antonius Murphy; “Bullets I Have Met,” by Capt. John McLean, U. S. A., “A Dinny for Two Months,” by DuBois Snowman; “ The Modern Janitor,” by Jim Kaula. 1901. Bennett’s translations are very “free.” Did you see the meteors ? A new mode of warfare by means of a landfieet has been proposed. Miss Whittaker compares Xerxes’ army to stuffed animals. Wilkins spoke of Cyrus and his “table partakers” the other day. We are all glad to see Miss Vinton back again after her long absence. “Jupiter looked down upon the broad people.’’ The force with which Flynn translates Greek oaths has a bad appearance. The girls render due thanks for the mirror provided them. The boys also seem to find it very convenient. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 3 IIow difficult it is to hear the gong at the close of recess. Works disapproves of the Spartan marriage laws. Miss Chipman tells us that a naval battle was fought at Plataea. “The Greeks perceived that the king and his army were in the baggage.” Several of our girls are taking active part in basket ball. Heard from Sanborn: “We, your offsprings, are betrayed.” Many and unique were the transla- tions of Cyrus’ encounter with the bear. In the English recitation — “ Haartz, please stand and I will show the class some of the most remarkable feet in English Literature.” 1902. Youthful Shepard ! Hepburn is our coming soloist. A Greek Society is next in order. Some of Bryant’s angles are almost as obtuse as himself. The first division takes great delight in long discussions. What a nice time the tellers had counting the votes. The Remi possessed accomplish- ments unknown in modern times; for instance that of flying. Why did the ancient Greeks wear shin guards if they did not play foot ball ? Ask French. McGann thinks that, since Latin and Greek are dead languages, they ought to be allowed to rest in peace. Let the angles a and b be super- posed upon the angles c and d, respect- fully. We must not forget to ask Nichols to make us some hasty pudding, some day. Some of the girls could hardly stand Caesar’s harrowing account of his battle with the Nervii. Greek becomes interesting when the first and second divisions take tests to- gether. The boys of Division I do not like outside subjects, if we may judge by the way they look them up. The result of our class elections is as follows : Pres.—Guy P. Moses. Vice Pres.—Edward S. French. Sec.—Miss Mildred Lincoln. Treas.—Miss Ruth Richards. Representatives on the executive committee of the Radiator : — Joseph M. Story, J. Robert Nichols. 1903. They do say that Niles “threw out his chest” when he got his report. Perhaps that tenor who asked for a song without a tenor part was slightly lazy. Teacher—Man only wears a beard. Voice heard in the class—Goats, also. Every day question—When arc the class pins coming ? What a terrible cold Ilagerty had, when asked to sing. What’s the trouble ? The fellows don’t eat as many “dogs” as they used to. I guess the “dogs” must have begun to growl. Talking about a spanking breeze, perhaps Garland can explain spanking without the breeze, from from his ex- perience with an officer on Tufts Oval. All those who think their reports were too much in their favor will so notify Mr. Murray and he will do the right thing by them. Miss L. has written an able essay in which she has endeavored to show that boys are always in the way when any good work is going on. Now, boys, de- fend yourselves. Stevens, of the second division, must have the athletic team in view. He showed rare sprinting talent lately by beating himself to the lunch counter. The versatility of the class can no longer be doubted. First ’twas an ora- tor; this time a poet has come to the surface in the person of Widtfeldt, who has produced an epic which will be found below : THE MODEL FRESHMAN. He learned his lesson with great care, He recited it with thoughtful air, Then looked around as if to say, I think I’ll get an “E” today. H SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Cbe flDuseum at tbe JParb. WALTER C. SICKER SOX, S. E. II. S., '00. One of the quaintest little museums in the vicinity of Boston is the one at the Charlestown Navy Yard known as the “Naval Library and Institute.” The “Institute” really forms an illus- trated history of the United States Marine from its creation until after the Civil War. By means of the models, weapons, trophies and relics there on exhibition we can trace the growth and development of the nation’s navy and recall the glowing deeds of our naval heroes. One of the oldest relics is a little block of wood from the wreck of the British ship, Somerset, which went ashore off Cape Cod, November 2, 1778, while in pursuit of another vessel. For a century she lay buried in over 30 feet of sand, but a storm swept this away temporarily. The Somerset was used in 1775 t0 attack the defenses at Boston and to cover the landing of the British at Bunker Hill. A sword car- ried by Captain Anderson, and a skull and several small bones are also remind- ers of June 17, 1775. There are several souvenirs of the gallant old Constitution (Old Ironsides) launched here at Boston in 1797. Among them are various oil paintings of the frigate and some of her fittings. Surely no vessel has given longer or more honorable service or won a greater number of notable victories. The war of 1812 brings to mind the success ot Commodore O. II. Perry on Lake Erie. The museum here contains, beside an oil painting and a statuette of that hero (on which are cut the famous words “We have met the enemy and they are ours”), a piece of wood from the U. S. Brig, Niagara. During the battle of Lake Erie, Perry’s flagship, the Lawrence, was exposed to the con- centrated fire of the British and lost four-fifths of her men. Perry then transferred his flag to the Niagara, and finally forced the enemy to strike their flag, September 10, 1813. Another curio is a nv.del of a ship, made from beef bones by an American prisoner confined in Dartmoor Prison, England, during the war of 1812. The model is only about a foot in length, yet it is complete in every detail, and no doubt represents several months of spare-time labor on the part of the cap- tive. A model of the dry dock at the yard is also shown. The dock, which was opened in 1833 and cost over $677,000, is still in use. The Constitution was the first vessel docked at the yard. In 1858 a naval expedition was sent to the town of Lomati, on the island of Waya in the Feejee group, because the natives had the presumption to kill and eat two Americans. As a friendly warning not to repeat such an act, the town was burned and 300 natives killed. Numerous spears, war-clubs, and bows captured at that time are exhibited at the museum as mementoes. A model of the U. S. Frigate, Cum- berland, which was sunk in Hampton Roads by the rebel ironclad, Merrimac, brings us down to the time of the Civil War. It was the encounter between these two boats that showed the supe- riority of armored vessels over wooden ones and led to the building of our modern battleships, cruisers and moni- tors. Several hard wood panels and other carved fittings are relics from the U. S. S. Franklin, one of the flagships of Ad- miral Farragut, who captured New Or- leans. A cross section of the limb of a tree, at least 18 inches in diameter, is inter- esting, coming as it does from the tree under which Commodore Perry made the opening treaty with Japan. The tree was cut down in 1868 to make room for the British Consulate. Various kinds of cannon and muskets, figure heads from famous ships, and autograph letters from noted naval offi- cers are also included in the display. Rocks and shells from all parts of the world occupy numerous glass cases, SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. lS while perhaps the most singular exhibit in the entire museum is a little glass box containing pieces of a cheese pre- sented to Gen. Andrew Jackson in 1802. In a few years these bits will reach the century mark. As evidence of naval expeditions to various parts of the world many other curios are shown, the collections from China and South America being the most complete. Stone cannon-balls from the Dardanelles and a South American stirrup arc about the most primitive articles to be found among the various exhibits at this most interesting place. Camera Club Concert. The S. E. H. S. Camera Club will give a grand concert Tuesday, Novem- ber 28, at 8 p. m., at Odd Fellows' Hall, Winter Hill. Unusually good talent has been engaged, such as the Apollo Male Quartet; Miss Eda L. Nichols, reader ; Arthur 1). Hadley, cello; tenor soloist, Sidney Howe ; basso, Fred E. Kendall. Last year the club presented a large stereopticon to the English High School, and now on account of their en- thusiastic efforts, deserve the patronage of all Somerville students. Latin School Gleanings. On the whole, the new scheme of sep- arating the two upper classes, which for five years had together occupied Mr. Baxter’s large room, has proven bene- ficial. Superior facilities for study and isolation are offered to all. We raise, but one objection. The united social spirit which has so long characterized our two higher classes has received a severe blow. Hereafter the Seniors occupy one floor in peace and solitude, while the Juniors are retained up-stairs as an example to the Freshmen. It is with undeniable approval that we notice the institution of a new de- partment in the Latin School—that of student teachers. We have now a corps of two, both well known graduates of the school. Miss Margaret A. Purcell graduated in '95 and was a member of W. F. Eaton’s Radiator staff. She has studied four years at Radcliffe and comes back to the High School to assist Miss Witham in English, and Miss Fox in Latin and algebra. Miss Bertha M. L. Simon has also studied at Radcliffe, pursuing a course in the modern languages. She will assist Miss Gilbert in French and Ger- man. Being by birth French, Miss Simon is admirably qualified for her specialty—French conversation—which is expected to be of great benefit to those desiring some knowledge of native accentuation. The latest thing in Greek letter so- cieties is the Theta Chi Alpha, formed by eight of the Senior boys, otherwise known as the “Crimson Chorus.” Two hair-raising initiations have already oc- curred. Another is expected shortly. We extend the boys our good-will and add another to the legion of compli- ments all ready paid to their well-chosen society head-gear. The Phi Sigma boys of the Junior class contemplate presenting to the public a four-act farce, “For the Night Only,” sometime about Christmas. The proceeds will be for the benefit of the Athletic Association. The club ran a highly successful dramatic production last year and are expected to do even better this time. The Phi Alpha expect to hold an ini- tiation as soon as a relaxation of basket ball duties gives the girls a breathing, space. The girls of the Sigma Pi Omega gave a surprise party to one of its prominent members October 23. Mr. Joshua H. Davis, the veteran ex- superintendent of schools, recently vis- ited us, accompanied by his daughter, Mrs. Dyar of Minneapolis, who was for eight years one of the school’s most faithful and successful teachers. Wc hear that a scheme for a lunch counter in this building is being agitated, It’s a good idea. Push it along every- one. We hope that the charming socials and receptions held in the school build- ing, which were so successful last year, will be a feature of the coming season. i6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. ENGLISH NOTES. 1900. “All the world’s a stage.” Division D delights in “standing on all fours.” Chandler is quite an orator. Ilale says he’s slow. Modest boy ! Doyle—“The worst fault to have is to be in love.” Peters says that a “finan haddie” is a kind of oyster. Miss C’s motto—“Love no man in good earnest.” Our class regrets the loss of one of its members, Gertrude S. Hamilton, who has moved to Allston. In History: “ ‘Remember the main’ important results.” The first Dewey day—the Flood. Peters had a bad dream, he saw things in A. D. 2000. Teacher—“For what was Atalanta noted ? ” Chandler—“For her size.” Our class has quite a delegation on the football team this year. Let us do our best to support it. The latest in physiology—“Educated spinal cords.” We wonder if the person who wrote “Ich bin cine Blmnc was thinking too much of the basket ball team. What an expression appeared on our faces when we received the first report cards of our senior year. Heard in French—The little bird em- braced her with its beak. We wonder if a certain second year heard this from a Senior: “Have you prescribed for the Radiator yet ? ” Two definitions: “Artisan”—feminine of “artist”; “broker”—comparative of “broke.” 'Sieben hungrigen kindern—seven hun- dred children. The French have a soft language but they can say hard things sometimes. Rogers finds it difficult to distinguish between a Spanish rifle and an alarm clock. Coveney saw the ghost of Julius Caesar in the crack of the floor. Two new members have joined this year: Miss Rivinius from Weymouth and Mr. Waterman from Sandwich. Our first recital passed off without anv ill results to the participants. The boys are admonished at the polls that “when they get a woman of their own,” their votes will be influenced one way or the other. The girls of Room 21 should put up a sign over their looking glass, “No sec- ond years allowed.” Instructor (to the invisible class be- hind their desk covers)—“How many of the class study astronomy? There are so many illustrations just now of total eclipse.” Chorus of basket ball girls: “If we only had a gymnasium.” We all sympathize sincerely with Mr. Whitcomb during his illness. The class, through its president, re- ceived from Mrs. Whitcomb a letter of thanks for the bouquet which was sent by them to Mr. Whitcomb. Join the Senior Basket Ball team if 011 can ; if not, join the S. E. H. Bas- et Ball Association. The motto of the basket ball meet- ings seems to have been : “Let no man enter in on pain of death.” Miss Mayhew in history: The pirates from Tripoli sailed up the Mississippi and drew tribute from the United States. Instructor—The sight region of the brain is situated in the posterior division of the skull. Stage whisper—Eyes in the back of your head. SOMKRVILLE IIIGII SCHOOL RADIATOR. 1901. Dear Miss N.—I would like to secure the position of coach on the basket ball team. Terms moderate. Am fully ex- perienced and can furnish recommenda- tions—C. C. B. What active feminine mind is guilty of that new yell. Raymond says that the son of Edward I. could talk Welsh when he was born. Did you sit up to see the meteors ? “Stop pulling my hair !!! ” The bat- tle cry when basket ball begins. Couch factories please take notice. Someone threatened to change the alphabet so he could get a better mark than A in conduct. Clatter, clatter, clatter, the typewriter doth go. As o’er the keyboard glide with speed Hell's lingers, white as snow. Then all upon a sudden, ding! goes the other bell, For Hell this other bell doth ring an ended line to tell. Of course it’s plain to everyone, and must be plain to you, Without this bell our Edward Hell could really nothing do; Yet without Hell the other bell most certainly could not ring. To answer me this question if you think you know a thing,— Is the bell the more important or the Hell you cannot ring? W. G. H. 1902. Richardson, the coming ventriloquist. Lost, strayed or stolen: — a football team ; last heard of on November io. Any information gratefully received at Room 22. What wild guesses on the meaning of those mystic initials “E. B. L.” Shedd has a little system of gymnas- tics that he practices before each of his recitations. Warning to Division 17: — Beware the historical present. You will save much valuable time by so doing. Gracey’s idea of a class yell — “Hooroo, Hooroo, Hooroo, Hooroo; The ones above are naughty ones, But we are naughty two. Lamont tells us of a certain old lady who kept a duck to lay goose eggs. Lamont evidently believes in Darwin’s theory of evolution. To Bates and others,—we would say that all puns and jokes (?) on the name of this publication are bad form. They were “chestnuts” when you were in the primary school. According to a famous humorist, when a young man falls in love, the gentle passion first shows itself in a profusion of brightly colored neckwear. How amorous some of our young men must be. Miss D—“What part of speech is cis (kiss)?” Bashful Pupil — “I — I didn’t know it was a part of speech.” “Resolved :—That Lee was a greater general than Grant.” This was the sub- ject of the first debate of the 1902 De- bating Society. After a long and spirited discussion a decision favorable to the negative side was given. 1903. The question in Division K is “Do you know your history lesson ? ” Room 17 ought to be pleased with a Pipe in the room. What was Miss P. of Division C think- ing of when she fell down stairs the other day. Go to Stewart for lessons in oratory. We all recognize the playing of “Tod” Patch of the football team to be of the highest order. It is about time we had a class meet- ing to elect officers. Niles thinks that the Spartans used to play baseball and football. Basket ball seems to be progressing finely, though more enthusiasm is needed in the first year class. We were pleased to hear Crosby’s manly voice speak out in history for the first time this year. Young Lady (translating Latin)— “And Caesar commanded the single young men that they should be on their guard against Sallies from the town.”— Ex. i8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. ATHLETICS. FRANKLIN F. PHILLIPS, JR.� Sporting Editor. When the last Radiator went to press the team was still without a much- needed coach. Mr. Murray made the most persistent efforts to find a capable one and hunted out a dozen men or more who were obliged to refuse through lack of time. The inquiries of Captain Rail and the manager failed to find the sort of a coach wanted. Mr. Drouet of the Somerville Citizen, who takes a great interest in our athletics, fortun- ately found just the man, Mr. Gray, the well known Harvard back. We arc greatly indebted to Mr. Drouett and thank him for his kindly efforts for the success of our athletics. May the girls’ basket ball association meet with every success, and add new honors to the red and blue. LEAGUE GAMES. Boston English High Wins. CHARLES RIVER PARK, OCT. 27. It was unfortunate that Somerville High could not present its strongest team against English High which is easily outclassing every other league team. Russell was unable to partici- pate, and Peters and Graham had not presented themselves as candidates soon enough to become eligible to play in the first two league games. Moreover, Captain Rail received injuries in the first few minutes of play which made his withdrawal necessary, thus leaving Somerville without a veteran to face the well seasoned English High School men, who greatly out-weighed our players. The boys put up a good defence but were overpowered by the English High “beef.” E. II. S. kicked off. Somerville failed to gain on the first rush and gave the ball to English High by a fumble on the next play. Harrison was quickly pushed through for a touchdown after three rushes. On the next kickoff Hamblin nailed the man. E. H. S. could not gain and was forced to kick. Somerville could make no impression on English High’s heavy line and Jones punted. English High worked the ball down for a touch- down by a series of line rushes, Harts and Hamblin stopping end plays very successfully. Soon after the second score was made Captain Rail was injured, Hubbard taking his place and “Tot” Patch going to halfback. English High continued to pile up a score of 36. SOMERVILLE IIIGII SCHOOL RADIATOR. 19 Jones made one substantial gain of 30 yards for Somerville on a kickoff. It is remarkable that English High could not rip up Somerville’s line suc- cessfully for long gains. C. Stone played a brilliant defensive game, fre- quently tackling for losses. Jones played in his usual gilt-edged form. Kimball played strongly against big T racey. The line up: SOMERVILLE HIGH. Harts. 1. e.. Whitaker. 1. t., H. Stone. 1. g., W. Patch, c., Kimball, r. g., C. Ball. r. t., (Capt.) Hubbard, r. t., R. Pipe, r. t., Hamblin, r. e., C. Stone, q. t., Armstrong, q. b., Jones, 1. i. h. b., C. Patch, r. h. b., Hubbard, r. 1. h. b., Lewis, f. b., ENGLISH HIGH. r. e.. Lewis r. t., Harrison r. g., Haliigan c.. Pray (Capt.) 1. g., Tracy 1. t., Farnsworth 1. e., Alexander q. t., T. Ball r. h.b., H. Ball 1. h. b., Nichols 1. b., Hailett Score—English High, 35, Somerville High, o. Touchdowns—Harrison, 4, H. Ball, Hailett. Goals from touchdowns—H. Ball. 6. Umpire, Mr. Gray, Brown. Referee—Mr. Neales, Tufts. Linesmen—Mr. Green, E. H. S.: Mr. Cassidy, for Somerville. Timers—Mr. Stearns for Somer- ville, Mr. Barrington for English High. Time— 20-minute halves. Somerville High, 10; Boston Latin, 5. TUFTS OVAL, NOV. 3. The effects of Mr. Gray’s coaching were very marked in the second league game. Although Latin School pre- sented a lighter team than English High, they still outweighed the Somer- ville players. The result of the game was as much a disagreeable surprise to the newspapers as to the defeated team. With all their self confidence, the papers, with one or two exceptions, had as- signed to Somerville High the last place in the league standing. Their disap- pointment at the failure of their predic- tions resulted in fabulous stories of “poor shoes,” “slippery grounds,” “the crowding of spectators on the field,” etc. Our team played a hard, fast game, and clearly won by merit, but quite to the surprise, or perhaps it might be said, indignation of Somerville sympathizers, the executive committee of the League has declared upon the protest of Boston Latin that the game must be played again. Hatch piuckily entered the game, but was disabled on the second play, wrench- ing his weak knee. Whitaker was sub- stituted. Early in the half Harts took the ball and circled his own end for a 35-yard run and a touchdown. The ball then moved back and forth along the gridiron until Boston Latin, by a series of strong tandem plays, pushed it through Somerville’s line for a touch- down. Owing to the approach of evening the intermission was abbreviated. In the last half on the second rush Jones touchdowned, carrying the ball 70 yards by clever running and Ball’s strong in- terference. It was a clean play and was made before darkness set in. The enthusiastic crowd rushed upon the gridiron, and in the hurry to make the best of the fast failing light, the game was re-commenced before the field was entirely cleared. The referee soon called the game on account of darkness and the crowding around of spectators. Somerville showed great strength at the ends. Jones’ individual plays were the features of the game. Russell was back again in his old aggressive form and stopped some tandem plays directed at his side of the line in a wonderful way. For Boston, McGrath, Maguire and Hurley excelled. The line-up: SOMERVILLE HIGH. BOSTON LATIN. Hamblin, r. e., Ball (Capt.). r. t., Kimball, r. g., W. Patch, c., Russell, 1. g., Hatch. 1. t., Whitaker, 1. t.. Harts, 1. e., Armstrong, q. b., Jones, 1. h. b., C. Patch, r. h. b., Hubbard, r. h. b., Lewis, f. b., 1. e. (Capt.). McGrath 1. c.. T. White 1. t., Guild 1. g., Ryder c., Winston r. g., Parmclee r. t., Gately r. e., Murray q. b., Hurley r. h. b.. Moran 1. h. b., Maguire 1. h. b. (Capt.), McGrath f. b., Phillips Score—Somerville High, 10; Boston Latin, 5. Touchdowns — Harts, Jones, McGrath. Umpire—Mr. Neales, Tufts. Referee—Mr. Carpenter, Tufts. Linesmen—Mr. Crawford, Tufts, for Boston Latin ; Mr. Cassidy for Som erville High. Timer—Mr. Stearns. Time- 20 and 10-minule halves. 20 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Somerville, 5; Dorchester, 0. CHARLES RIVER PARK, NOV. 9. The new league team was clearly out- played in a rather close contest. Som- erville showed easy superiority. Though lacking consistent playing at times, the individual work was good. As to weight the teams were very evenly matched, Dorchester having the heavier backs. Dorchester’s goal was threat- ened frequently. After preliminary kick-offs and rushes, Dorchester carried the ball to the 50-yard line. Wheelock punted. Jones got the ball on his 30-yard line and carried it twenty yards. Somerville worked the line For 30 yards more. On a play around right end Jones left his inter- ference and made a sensational run for a touchdown. Near the end of the second half Dorchester kicked to Patch who fum- bled on Somerville’s 35-yard line. Houston fell on the ball. Somerville's line yielded to the fierce plunges of the Dorchester backs until the ball was on the 10-yardline. Somerville held twice, and on a double pass Hamblin tackled McCarthy for a loss of 3 yards. Somerville’s goal had been seriously threatened. Hard plunges at Dorches- ter’s line,.in which Rail tore things up in a lively fashion, brought the ball back into Dorchester's territory. At this point time was called. Graham played a good steady game, visibly starring on his first appearance as a wearer of the red and blue. Ball, Jones and Russell were the strength of the Somerville team. The summary: COACH ORAV. SOMERVILLE H. DORCHESTER H. Harts. 1. e.. Graham, 1. t., Russell. 1. g., Patch, c., Kimball, r. g.. Hall. r. t., Hamlin, r. e.. Armstrong (H. Stone), q. b.. Hubbard (C. Patch), 1. h. b., Jones, r. h. b., Lewis, f. b., r. e., McCarthy r. t., Brayton r. g.. Stone c., .otto 1. g.. Marr 1. t.. Houston 1. e.. Flynn j. b., Wheelock r. h. b.. Hickey I. h. b.. I)aly f. b., Drake Score—Somerville High. 5 : Dorchester High, o. Touchdown—Jones. Umpire—Saul. Ref- eree— Pendleton. Linesmen — Murphy and Fitts. Time—20 and 15 minute halves. Mr. George Gray is remembered as one of the pluckiest half-backs who ever wore the crimson. He played four years on the Harvard Varsity, ending in the year after the last Springfield game. Being a Harvard man, he teaches the same style of play as did “Gerry” Newell last year. He is rapidly developing the team into a unit and improving indi- vidual work. Mr. Gray spends three afternoons with the team each week, the rest of his time being engaged in the practice of law. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 21 Athletic Notes. McCoy, L. 03, and Collins, E. ’03, will make good material tor next year's team. Their presence greatly strength- ens the substitute list. Somerville’s ends seem to be as effec- tive as any in the league. Harts plays a hard, fast game. He gets down on punts in goou form, but is apt to over- run. Hamblin is always to be relied upon. Ail regret that Hatch’s injured knee keeps him out of football. He played a faultless game at tackle last year. Whitaker played well in Hatch’s place, but had not the necessary weight. An excellent man has been found to fill the vacancy. Graham’s name had not been in the hands of the secretary of the League fifteen days, until the date of the Dorchester game. He was accord- ingly ineligable to play until then. In this game he showed himself to be the man tor the position. Russell has added great strength to the team. There will be considerable rivalry in the Cambridge Manual Training School game on Thanksgiving Day. It will doubtlessly attract an enthusiastic at- tendance. Last year it numbered 7000. Friday, Nov. 24, is the date set for re- playing the Boston Latin game. E. H. S. Gleanings. For the past month the school has missed the genial presence of Mr. Whit- comb, who has been sick with typhoid fever. We understand that at no time has he been in a dangerous condition, yet, as is usual in such cases, his recov- ery is slow. During his enforced ab- sence the school is under the manage- ment of the master, Mr. J.ohn A. Avery. In the studio we miss a student teacher universally liked, Miss Norma Pierce. On the opening week of school she was in entire charge of that depart- ment, as Miss Carrick was then return- ing from her summer abroad. We wish her all success in her future work. Miss Knox of Drexel Institute, Penn., has taken her place and already has won high favor. Miss Harrington and Miss Grant have also joined the ranks of stu- dent teachers in the art department. The Manual Training Department of the English High owes a debt of thanks to Mr. Harry E. Rich, who kindly gave his services there until the opening of the Normal Art School on the first of October. Mr. Rich was one of the school’s ablest student teachers last year. The good wishes of the whole school surely go with him. Among our visitors the past month were the Rev. Mr. Hewgill and Mr. Smith of London, Eng., delegates to the International Congregational Coun- cil in Boston. The gentlemen are officially interested in educational mat- ters and improved the opportunity of their visit to this country to observe something of the methods in the schools of Boston and the vicinity. They ex- pressed great surprise and pleasure at the character and equipment of our schools and the superior facilities offered American youth in the secondary schools. We quote the following from a letter received in Somerville from Dr. Thomas F. Quinley of the Board of Education, Minneapolis, Minn.: “Have just exam- ined the copy of the High School Radi- ator and the program of the cantata, ‘Joan d’ Arc.’ Both are a credit to an excellent school. Our schools must look to their laurels if they are to be in the same class with yours.” We are glad to welcome Miss Marsh again to the English High. A year’s leave of absence seems to have enabled her to continue successfully her faithful work. The pupils of Room 21 recently had the unusual privilege of examining an autograph letter from Joseph Jefferson, the actor. The letter is the property of Theodore A. Waterman, E. H. S. 1900, and was received by him in response to a request for permission to camp with a party of friends on some islands in Buz- zard’s Bay, owned by Mr. Jefferson, his son, Mr. Charles Jefferson and ex-Presi- dent Grover Cleveland. It is, perhaps, needless to add, the letter in question contained the most cordial assent to the request. 22 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Wbat Became of ’99. S. L. S. j The Latin School sent nine boys to Harvard, a number equalled by only two other public preparatory schools in the United States, Boston and Cam- bridge Latin Schools. The record in the other colleges was proportionately high. Among the number sent to Harvard is I. Frank Story, class president and end on last year’s championship football eleven. It is with the deepest regret that Story's friends have learned of his recent injury obtained while playing with the Harvard Freshman team. All the classes of the school extend gen- uine sympathy and friendly wishes for his speedy recovery. The other Harvard freshmen from Somerville are Frank E. Fitts, also of last year’s football team, Mark R. Jou- ett, the popular business manager of the Radiator, A. A. Booth by, D. G. Edwards, A. F. Gooding, T. W. Har- mer, F. M. Kilmer and C. Muldoon. The record of Kilmer at the Harvard examinations was of the gilt-edged order. He received honors in twelve hours. R. B. Harrington and “Tommy” Knight have entered Tufts. Although not playing football at high school, “Tommy” has put up a great game for Tufts Varsity as regular full-back. G. H. Garcelon is attending M. I. T. R. P. Keyes and G. L. Pierce are at Dartmouth. D. G. Tead, editor of the '97 Radia- tor, and his brother, S. H. Tead, are taking regular courses at Amherst. R. H. Philbrick is taking the Ph. B. course at Brown. II. W. Ayres is studying at Harvard Medical School. A. VV. Byam, C. E. Keach, II. W. Litchfield and M, J. Sanborn arc filling excellent business positions. White is back at school, still plug- ging at the regular course. Armstrong and Hubbard are taking special courses at the English High School and are playing football. Three students also left the class of 1900 for higher institutions of learning. Of these, Elmer L. Brine is at Harvard Medical, and Wm. M. Smith and Arthur W. Cushman are at Tufts. Cushman played several games as varsity guard early in the season. Of the ’99 girls, Miss Tarbox went to Radcliffe. Miss Teele and Miss Kingsley made excellent showings in the Harvard ex- aminations, receiving several honors apiece, but decided to go elsewhere. At Mt. Holyoke are Miss Luella P. Winship, associate editor of last year’s Radiator, Miss Poole, Miss Kilmer, Miss Lewis, Miss H. C. Moore and Miss Teele. Miss Friend, Miss Hall, Miss Har- mon, Miss Kingsley, Miss Lowell, Miss E. A. Moore and Miss M. L. Moore are studying at Tufts. Miss Kimpton is studying music. Miss Driscoll and Miss Shattuck also intended to attend 15. U., but were pre- vented by illness. Miss Phillips is at F'ramingham Normal School. Miss Ashton is at the Kindergarten Normal School. Miss Bout well, Miss Medros and Miss Zoeller arc still at home. «.£ S. E. H. S. d The following graduates of the Eng- lish High School went to higher insti- tutions of learning: Institute of Technology—Francis J. Brine, John J. Nolan, Guy C. Riddell and Alvah W. Dodge. Harvard University—Henry E. Mead. Lawrence Scientific School, Harvard —Allen G. Chapin. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 23 Boston University—Edith F. Baker. B. U. Law School— Ernest D. Forster. Tufts College—Arthur E. Ellis, Mar- gucrita L. Clarke and Elsie 1 ufts. Brown University—Charles F. Cud- dy and Arthur L. 1 hilbrick. Normal Art School—C. Roy Pipe. N. E. Conservatory—Ethel Tw) cross. Chandler Short-Hand Normal School —Gertrude F. Ball, Alice M. James and Alice T. Mason. Of the others are post graduates pre- paring for M. I. T.—George S. Gerrish, Russell H. Spaulding and Alton L. Stevens. Post Graduates—Merrill S. Lovering, Lillian M. Dudley, Florence B. Handy, Jessie M. Silsbee ana C. Blanche Hazel- tine. J. Roy Harris is attending Normal Art School and is also designing in a publishing firm. Jennie E. Perry is teaching in Maine. Helen A. FitzGerald, who took a post graduate course last year, , has now ac- cepted the position of instruction in the commercial department, Watertown High School. The following are stenographers:— Hubbard V. Smith, with the Etna In- surance Co.; A. Louise Beckwith, with Y. M. C. A.; Ada M. Durell, with A. A. Mire, Equitable Building, Boston; Elsie V. McQuarrie, with Prof. Curry and Jennie E. Brown, in a law office. These also have stenographic positions: Emily B. Anderson, Manon H. Chase, Ellen A. Dellca, P'lorence M. Farrell, Lottie E. Gordon, Gertrude A. Hart- well, Annie R. Hopkins, Lula N. Martin, Martina A. Norris, Grace L. Tuttle, William D. Macrae and Walter C. Nick- erson. The following have business positions in Boston:—Ethel H. Glazier, with Fox N. Y. Pie Bakery; Grace 1. Godfrey, with Jacobs, 169Tremont street; Harold K. Thomas, with Joseph A. Rich Co., Wholesale Fish Dealers, 176 Atlantic Avenue; Arthur Y. Howland, with Cum- ner, Jones Co., wholesale dry goods Dealers, 90 Chauncey street,George J. Pratt with J. Pcavy Bros., wholesale clothing dealers, 38 Summer street and Carleton C. Pipe, with Holden Bros., wholesale dealers in butter, eggs and cheese, South Market street; Ernest L. Nichols is employed in the general su- perintendent’s office of the General Electric Co. in Lynn. Myrtie B. Has- kell, Charles A.Shaw, Edward L. Wat- son and Ernest W. Young are also in business positions. DO YOU WANT UP-TO-DATE GRAND CONCERT UKDKU AUSPICES OK S. E. H. S. CAMERA CLUB, Odd Fellows’ Hall, Winter Hill, Nov. 28. 8 P. M. Printing ? We have the Latest Type and Presses, and know how to use them CUSHMAN, C. F. BLANCHARD, «1 Chester Street, WEST SOMERVILLE. DAVIS SQUARE. Gents' Furnishings, GILMAN SQUARE. L. Herbert Huntley Wholesale and Retail Dealer in F. L. CARD, Butter, Cheese, Eggs, Poultry, Vegetables and Provisions. Groceries and Provisions, 8 Itlaekxtone Market aiul 84 Itlaekxtone Market. Telephone Hayinnrkct 782 Boston. GILMAN SQUARE. DESIGNING ILLUSTRATING ENGRAVING ELECTROTYPING ENGRAVERS FOR RADIATOR SUFFOLK ENGRAVING COMPANY 234 CONGRESS ST. BOSTON,-MASS. Francis M. Wilson JOIN -f TH Er UNDERTAKER Athletic Association. Telephone 144-3. 103 Cross Street. JOHN A. AVERY, Treas. MARSHALL ST. PHARMACY, DANCING SCHOOL. Cor. Broadway and Marshall Street. .1. K. 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JEWELERS AND :: , PRIZE CUPS A SPECIALTY. friend of the Radiator. m OUR YOUNG MEN’S DEPARTMENT - Filled with New and Attractive Clothing at Low Prices. HEADQUARTERS for the new Striped Tweed and Worsted Suits, $6.50 TO $15.00. Most of our Suits have the new D. B. Vests. Young Men’s Top Coats in great variety; the latest cloths and new cut shapes, at £5 tp $18. Our New Hat and Furnishing Departments,—a convenience for our patrons. Up-to-date Goods at Popular Prices. SPITZ BROS. MORK, Clothiers, Hatters and Furnishers, 65-67 SUMMER ST. J. 7 . DURELL, Stoves, Furnaces and Ranges, BUILDERS' HARDWARE. Stove Lining and Casting . Painter ’ Supplie . PLUMBING. 309 BROADWAY, Winter Hill, SOMERVILLE. TELEPHONE 339-4. Squired Lard A. F- CARPENTER, DEALER IK Choice Family Groceries, 522 SOMERVILLE AVENUE, Corner Park Street. BRYANT, ..UNDERTAKER.. No. 170 SCHOOL STREET. TELEPHONE 123-2. FRED HALEY, Real Estate, Mortgages and Insurance, ROOM 86, 27 STATE STREET, Telephone, 2363 Boston: B0ST0N, MASS. Overstocked with Pocket Cutlery We are selling some Knives that you ought to see, at prices that ought to interest you, at PLUMER St CO.’S. 52 UNION SQUARE. B0ST0N, MASS 12897177 The New Freeman Studio PHOTOGRAPHER Broadway, cor. Mt. Vernon Street, Has every approved modern appliance for ob- taining the best results in photography and portraiture. Large groups, landscapes, exte- riors and interiors are specialties. ALWAYS RELIABLE. Foot Ball and Gymnasium Supplies Our Goods are calculated to give the utmost comfort and satisfaction in every line of athletics. HORACE PARTRIDGE CO., COR. FRANKLIN AND ARCH STS., BOSTON. LAMSON HUBBARD, MANUFACTURERS OF Fine Silk, Stiff, HATS Soft and Straw. . . . LADIES' FURS. . . 90 to 94 Bedford St., ,, Cor. Kingston. BOStOIl, MaSS. DANA W. BENNETT CO, ITnsurance 82 Water Street, Boston. Telephone, Boston 1755. RESIDENCE, 41 PUTNAM STREET CASH OR CREDIT. FURNITURE, FREE DELIVERY :i LU a z U RELIABLE GOODS. DON'T BE SHY about buying your Furniture in Somerville. You can buy a better quality at lower prices. Why ? Because our expen- ses are low and we are satisfied with a small profit. It surely will be to your advantage to --------TRY US.-------- OSBORN FURNITURE CO., DAVIS SQUARE, j W. SOMERVILLE. 70 V fn H tn LOWEST PRICES. Wellington-Wild Coal Co. S S Anthracite Bituminous Successors to Horatio Wellington Co. and B. F. Wild Co. Branch Yards and Offices: Wharves: General Office : 226 Main Street, Charlestown. Craigie’s Bridge, E. Cambridge. 511 Main Street, Charlestown. 149 Medford Street and Union Square, Somerville. 34 Warren Avenue, Gilmap Square, Somerville. Charlestown District, Boston. 7 CENTRAL STREET, BOSTON. CHRISTMAS NUMBER. rf? HANSONS. . Bakers and Caterers. STORES: 3 Eonair Street, 218 Pearl Street, 153 Perkins Street, 314 Broadway. Orders for Weddings and Receptions a Specialty............ JAMES C. TAYLOR Merchant Tailor. 297 Broadway, Winter Hill, 172 School Street, SOMERVILLE, MASS. Ladies’ (garments made, repaired and altered. Particular attention given to Dyeing, Cleans ing and Repairing Clothes. High School Trade Solicited. School Water Colors In Boxes and Tubes. MATHEMATICAL INSTRUMENTS —AND — ARTISTS’ MATERIALS MANUFACTURED BY WADSWORTH, HOWLAND CO., (Incorporated.) 82 and 84 Washington St., Boston. All Kinds of J . . PICTURES . . Artistically Framed. THE SPRAGUE HATHAWAY CO., West Somerville. Home Made Candies oe Always Fresh. At Popular Prices. Original Varieties Added Continually A large line of Chocolates 20c. to 60c. per lb. Home Bakery—Fine Home Made Bread. A nice line of Cakes, Cookies, etc. All goods made on the premises. Ice Cream always on hand. Parties Supplied. Orders delivered. Miller's Candy Kitchen, GILMAN SQUARE. Henry D. Padelford «. APOTHECARY Cor. Pearl and Marshall Street , Winter Hill Htatlou. PADELFORD’S ALMOND LOTION. North Packing and Provision Co. L. Herbert Huntley j Wholesale and Retail Dealer lu Butter, Cheese, Eggs, Poultry, Vegetables and Provisions. 8 I) lack atone Market amt 84 Black atone Market. Telephone Hay market 78� Boston. ip Contents for December. v r- Christmas Chimes, Editorials, “Widow Robbins’ Christmas Guest,” Resolutions, “ A Practical Man’s Romance,” Twice Told Tales, F rappe, Latin Notes, English Notes, “A Mist.” Poem. Frontispiece 3 5 8 9 12 4 16 18 � 9 Athletics, 20 C. C. Ball, 22 Christmas Chimes Somerville High LiATIN SCHOOL. School Radiator. ENGLISH SCHOOL� . Vol. IX. SoMKUVIU.K. MASSACHUSETTS, DECEMBER, 1899 Xo. 3. The RADIATOR Is published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday ot every month during the school year. Only important news matter can be received after the 10th of the month. Matter for Insertion may be left with any of the editorial staff or be mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign the full name and address (this is for reference only). Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according t«► their nature. To insure its return manuscript must be accom- panted by the necessary postage. TERMS, 75 CENTS PER YEAR. SINGLE COPIES. 10 CENTS I Entered at Boston Postoffice as second class matter. SOMERVILLE CITIZEN PRESS. STAFF OF THE RADIATOR EOITOR IN CHIEF. LIN WOOD K. SNOWMAN. L. II. S., 1000. ASSOCIATE EDITOR RUTH TUFTS. K. 11. S., lyoo. SPORTING EDITOR FRANKLIN F. PHILLIPS, JR. L. II. 8., lilrtO. EXCHANGE EDITOR. LI I.LI AN J. STEARNS, L. II. S. 1900. BUSINESS MANAGER. HERBERT M. HALE, K. II. s., lflffO. ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER. JOHN C. HAARTZ, L. II. S., 1901. TREASURER. LESLIE R. GRANT, K. II. S., 1900. CLASS EDITORS LATIN' SCHOOL. LOUIS C. DOYLE, 1900. HELEN E. TRUE, ’ot. ARTHUR D. WHITMAN, 02. WILLIAM JENNINGS, 03. ENGLISH SCHOOL. HARRY A. STONE, 1900. FREDERIC K. MOORE, ’01. H. DELANO 1 LORING, 02. LOUIS G. KEYES,’03. IT is with well-grounded pleasure that I we note again the appearance of Headmaster Whitcombat his accustomed place in his office at the English High School. For two months he has been confined at bis home with a tedious ill- ness, during which he has had the kind- est and sincerest sympathy of the whole school. While his work went on under the direction of Master John A. Avery, his genial presence was missed on every hand by those with whom his duties brought him in contact. And now upon his return to his accustomed field of labor, in behalf of the Radiator and the High Schools, and expressing the sentiments of the whole city, we ex- tend to Mr. Whitcomb a hearty welcome. SINCE the never ending pursuit of knowledge recalled us from the pleasant memories of the summer recess four months have rolled away—four months charged with moment to the history of nations, and, to narrow the point of view, of immeasurable conse- quence to the influences and ties by which we are bound at the Somerville 4 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. High School. One-third of the school year has fled. Perhaps it is now time to consider whether it has brought to us all the good it ought, whether we have accomplished all we should, in fact whether we have made the best of our opportunities. And here at the close of this period, upon the threshold of a new century, as some say, let the Radiator venture a word of advice to freshmen, middle- classmen and seniors alike. The full enjoyment and advantages of a High School career are derived from a true appreciation of your surroundings. Do not despise the company of the well selected text books with which you are encompassed, heed the words or an ad- mirable corps of instructors, and, fur- thermore, keep in touch with the under- currents which have such a vast in- fluence upon education—in a narrow sense, follow our athletic teams, sup- port the Radiator and enter into the spirit of all our social organizations. THE Thanksgiving Day game closed our second successful season in Senior Interscholastic company. All around superiority last year gave to Somerville supporters something of which they may well speak with pride to their children and grandchildren in time to come; but this year, though the cup was not forthcoming, the struggle of the team with adverse circumstances has undeniably proved that the Somer- ville football spirit is of the old Yale species, not given to fits and starts but to firm reliability. Sand and individual fighting qualities enabled a team of men by no means average in weight and with almost no previous experience, to land Somerville third in the league race. We extend to every member of the eleven the thanks of the school and the con- gratulations of the Radiator, and con- fidently assert that another such season will again bring the Interscholastic cup to its proper resting place on Central Hill. WHETHER or not the girls decide to admit the boys to their games, they can always look to them for support and encouragement in all their endeavors along the line of bas- ket ball. As to this perplexing question of masculine admission, it is a matter to be settled only by the girls themselves. However the Radiator takes this stand. We discountenance total exclusion, but, on the other hand, counsel careful re- strictions—that is to allow a limited num- ber of gentlemen at a match game here and there. We are confident that the girls will, in due time, come to a just and proper decision. Until then let everyone leave them alone to do their part in giving Somerville, as it were, a practical High School University. WE print this month the second in- stalment of A Practical Man's Romance, the first continued story ever essayed by the Radiator, a highly creditable article, written from a brightly original point of view. We could use more serials of this standard. We also call the reader’s attention to our several new departments. In Twice Told Tales we shall strive to present a readable col- lection of jokes, while in Frappe will be hereafter found all social items and news of the organizations. Contribu- tions for these columns arc now very much in order. WE have for some time thought seri- ously of locating boxes in each school in which stray contributions to the Radiator might find their way. If this should be done, we request that these boxes be used in a strictly honest and business-like way. WE are indebted for the excellent design of our cover to Miss Jeannette A. Dawson, E. H. S., 1901, and to Mr. Harry L. Jones, instructor in drawing, for many valuable sugges- tions. LET everyone with any speed on run- ners present himself as a candidate fo this winter’s hockey team. DON’T forget that after the holidays school will keep as usual begin- ning January 2. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 5 a. .� . ir. s'. .. ’ . The short December clay was drawing to its close without the slightest promise of a bright Christmas on the morrow, and as Widow Robbins looked through the kitchen window of the old farm- house and saw the gathering clouds and the rising storm, she was alarmed. Not because she desired a pleasant Christ- mas day the better to enjoy its pleasures, but because it was, to say the least, an uncomfortable thing to be snowed in 10 miles from any other human habita- tion. Eor the widow held herself above the frivolity of Christmas-tide. She had told her little grandson, Bobbie, who, since his mother’s death, dwelt alone with her at Ten Mile P arm, that there was no such person as Santa Claus, and if there were, he wouldn’t call on them. The tears which these words brought to the eyes of six-year- old Bobbie made the stern old lady wince, but her heart was frozen too firmly to be so easily melted. People who knew the widow in her younger days, wondered at her severity, for as a girl and even as a married woman, she had been famed for her merry disposition. The death of her husband had been the first sad blow, and then, as if to render more dreary the loneliness of her old life, her only daughter, May, married, against her will, a sailor from no one knew where. To ward off partially this last blow, she induced the unhappy girl to forsake her husband, and, during his absence on a sea voyage, to return with her baby son to the home of her widowed mother. A year later Mary died. People said that the cruel separation had killed her. They shunned the widow, and the lat- ter, seeing this, gradually forsook their society, and shut herself up in the old house at Ten Mile Farm. There she sat in the dusky light of the late winter afternoon, which barely found its way through the snow-covered kitchen windows, and her thoughts travelled back to those happier Christ- mas eves of long ago. Many and many a time had the neighbors from far and wide gathered around the Christmas tree at Ten Mile Farm. How they used to sit around the fire and tell stories and crack nuts, and feast on pop- corn ! And the games they played ! And the songs they sang ! Those were happy times. But her former friends had all forsaken her now. No echo even of their mirth disturbed the awful dreariness, and she sat there a lonely old woman in the same kitchen that h id seen her a merry, bright-eyed girl. But what was that? It was certainly a knock, so loud that it sounded above the howling of the wind, and aroused the widow from her musing. She stepped to the door and opened it. A man entered, so covered with snow that only the tip of his nose was visible. At sight of him, Bobby, lying on the mat by the fire, gave a shout of delight, which drew the stranger’s attention to him. “It's Santa ! ” he cried. “No, my little man,” said the unin- vited guest, giving himself a shake, which sent the snow flying over the widow’s well scrubbed floor, “I’m not Santa Claus, though I have come on Christmas eve. Are you expecting him tonight ? ” “No, he ain’t,” snarled the boy’s grandmother, whose astonishment at the unbidden entrance of her caller had momentarily deprived her of the power of speech. “No, he ain’t, and he ain’t expectin’ you, neither. What do you want anyhow ? ” 6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. ‘(Oh, I think I’ll stop here tonight,” remarked the man carelessly, drawing off his overcoat and hanging it over a chair by the fire. “Think you will, hey! ” exclaimed the widow, wrathfully, “and supposin’ I don’t think so. What then ? ” “Oh, in that case you’d be mistaken, you know. But seriously, my good woman, you don’t mean to say that you would turn me out such a night as this. Just hear the wind howl ! Why, it blows hard enough to capsize a man-of- war ! ” “Can’t help that. I don’t keep a tramp’s lodging house.” “Oh, that's the trouble, is it ? ” in- quired the stranger. “Well, I guess I can square accounts with you.” So saying, he pulled a roll of bills from his pocket. Bobbie looked much astonished at this. Evidently he considered the visi- tor a mountebank. “Be you rich ? ” he asked. “That’s most as much money as grandmother’s got in the but—” “Never you mind that, young chatter- box ! ” commanded the widow, savagely, turning upon the boy. “Children should be seen, not heard.” “But he can stay, can’t he?” persisted Bobbie. “I s’pose he can,” grumbled the old lady, “he acts as if he was able to.” The man smiled grimly, and extended a five dollar bill, which the widow snatched eagerly. It was not her avarice which made her greedy, but there was still a hundred dollars lacking of the thousand which she must pay on the mortgage. If she failed to raise this sum she would be homeless as well as friendless. The visitor and Bobbie took a won- derful liking to each other. In five minutes they were chatting like old ac- quaintances, and the boy; seated on the knee of his new found friend, was listen- ing to stories the like of which he had never before heard. The stranger told him the most amusing tales of foreign lands, of strange peoples, of wild beasts, all so vividly recounted that Bobbie seemed to see them passing before him, picture after picture, like the scenes of a mammoth panorama. Meanwhile, as the widow noted how easily her guest won the affections of her grandson, her heart was filled with hatred toward him, and gazing on the looks of contentment settling on the boy’s face as he nestled closer in the stranger’s arms, she felt that the only treasure which made life at all bearable, was being taken from her. “Now,” suddenly remarked Bobbie’s entertainer, “now I’ll tell you how Santa Claus called on board the Susan when I was a young chap. You see the Susan—” “You won’t tell him no such stuff ! ” broke in Widow Robbins indignantly. “You better think yourself lucky that I let you stop here, and not go filling that child’s head full of such foolish notions. Fust thing a body knows, he’ll be run- ning off to sea. As to Santa Claus, the boy knows there ain’t no such pusson, and I won’t have you tell in’ him there is.” And the ancient rocking chair in which the widow was seated swung its rheumatic old back violently to and fro in wrathful approbation of her speech. “Very well, then,” calmly replied the stranger, “Bob may believe what he will for all of me, and I guess I’ll have t• tell you about something that happened to me in China, matey.” “Was you ever in China? ” inquired the boy. “Lots of times. I’m a sailor,” answered his friend as unconcernedly as if he had declared himself an ordinary every-day sort of person. Bobbie gazed at him with increased reverence. “My papa was a sailor, too,” he asserted proudly. “Never mind about your father, Robert,” sternly commanded the widow. “He was a villian and a scamp! A villian and a scamp ! ” At these words there spread itself over the cheek of the stranger a crimson flush which was not caused by the red firelight. Gradually, however, this passed away, and he launched into another story far more amusing than any he had told before. As -Bob listened enraptured, the hours of the evening stole by. Seven, eight and nine, the tall old clock in the corner struck ; and it was bed time. “You can sleep down stairs here on the lounge, young man,” said Widow SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 7 Robbins briefly, “Robert and I will sleep up-stairs.” “Then I’ll see Santa when he comes, little mate,” whispered the sailor to Hob, “and tell him what you want. What shall I ask for ? ” “Do you really think he’ll come?” inquired Hob, earnestly. “No doubt at all,” declared the visitor. “Then,” said the child delighted, “ask him for a little ship ! ” “Come right along, Robert ! ” called the widow from the foot of the stairs, and, with a final good night to his new friend, the little fellow ran off. That night Widow Robbins had a strange dream. She thought that Santa Claus came after all, but instead of leav- ing her a gift, he told her he had come to take Robbie far away, to punish her for her selfishness. She thought she became greatiy enraged at this, and tried to push Santa up the chimney with her broom. Hut he only laughed, and grasping Robbie in his arms, darted out the door. Just as the two disap- peared, Santa flung the tongs at her. These made such a noise when they struck that she awoke, and discovered to her alarm that somebody was moving about in the buttery directly beneath her chamber. Her little hoard which she had scraped together to pay off the mortgage was hidden under the floor of this room. Doubtess the stranger had noticed Hob’s thoughtless remark con- cerning her wealth and its location, and was now searching for it. That was why he had whispered to the little fellow when she had been at the foot of the stairs. Perhaps Robbie had even dis- closed the whereabouts of her treasure trove to him. The thought that she might lose it all, and with it the old homestead, nerved her to desperation. She arose, and pulling on an old ulster and a pair of overshoes, which had been the property of a former hired man, drew from a bureau drawer a large revolver, which she had purchased for just such an emergency. Then she pulled her night cap firmly over her ears to render her hearing more acute and proceeded cautiously down the back stairs. At the door of the buttery she paused and listened, vainly striving to still the beating of her heart. She could hear someone walking about within, and an exclamation of satisfac- tion reached her ears. Thinking from this that the robber had discovered the money she was just about to open the door and enter, when the footsteps drew nearer. The thief was coming out! She would take him at a disadvantage. Just as she had raised her revolver to what she judged the proper level the door opened and out stepped the visitor. He bore a couple of empty salt boxes under each arm and a lantern in his hand, his clothes were covered with whittlings and he wore an apron of the widow’s pinned about him, in the centre of which was a daub of red paint. All this the widow beheld with wonder. “What are you doin’ in here?” she de- manded. The sailor laughed. “Thought you were gunning for a burglar, did you?” he asked. “Well, you’re mistaken. I was hunting for some empty boxes to make Robbie some cars from. I found a few old spools that’ll do for the wheels. I’ve made him a toy locomotive and a fine little clipper, the very model of the Sifsati. I borrowed some of your paint and a few tools to work with.” The widow smiled. The cool assur- ance of the stranger rather pleased lur. To her own surprise, she believed him. “Come and take a look at the boat ” continued her visitor. “See if you think the little chap will like it.” The widow lowered her weapon and followed him into the kitchen. There by the fire stood the locomotive, and by its side was a handsome little toy ship, with cabin, masts, spars, all complete except the sails. “A beauty, isn’t she?” inquired the sailor, fondly regarding his handiwork. “You don’t mind my using your paint- do you?” “Don’t make no difference whether T do or not, I reckon,” replied the widow, but her tone was softer than her wont. “Yes, it is a fine little boat. Hob will be so pleased. I was a wretch to tell him there wasn’t no Santa Claus, and I really think a sight of the young’un. How that smoke do make a body’s eyes water! Ry the way, young man, have you seen my work basket anywhere ? 8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Ah, here it is. I guess I'll sew some sails for Rob’s ship. I used to sew ’em for my brothers when they were boys.” It was a curious sight to see the two working away in the dead hours of the night, with the wind howling outside and the snow beating against the doors and windows of the old farmhouse, the sailor whittling and planing indus- triously and the old lady sewing with might and main. By-and-bye the clock struck 12, and it was Christmas morn- ing. “Merry Christmas!” said the old lady cheerfully. The sailor looked up in surprise. There was a tear rolling down the withered cheek of the widow, but in her heart was the true joy of Christmas- tide. The next morning when Bob first managed to turn his attention for even a moment from his wonderful gifts, his new friend was telling his grandmother a story about a poor sailor’s wife and child who had once been stolen from him, and how after a long search he found the latter and decided to take him home. Bobbie wondered why the widow wept at these words. “If you're Bobbie’s father,” she said, “I must give up the boy to you, but I shall miss the young un dreffully.” “I shall not take him away from you,” replied the sailor, but I shall hate to part with him. “Is there not room in my son’s, my wife’s and my mother's home for me ?” The old lady did not reply. “Mother ! May I stay?” “Don’t make no difference what I say, I reckon,” said the widow, smiling joyfully through her tears, “but for Bob’s and Mary’s sake you may.” That is why First Mate Briscol of the Petrel overstayed shoreleave, and SaYita came to live at Ten Mile Farm. Resolutions. Whereas, our Heavenly Father in his tender care and infinite love has seen fit to withdraw from us the form of our beloved classmate, Walter James Smith, and Whereas, in his sad death the class of 1900 feels with unspeakable regret the loss of one of its most esteemed mem- bers, a hearty presence always in touch with our endeavors; therefore, Resolved, that we do express to the family of our departed friend our most sincere sorrow and do assure them of our deepest sympathy, Be it further resolved that a copy of these resolutions be sent to the bereaved parents and appear in the current num- ber of the Radiator. For the class: Lin wood E. Snowman. Cornelius A. Murphy. Clarence S. Farnham. Jessie P. Marshall. M. Belle Preston. Florence A. Eaton. Origin of Christmas Superstitions. Of our many ways of celebrating Christmas we owe the most to quaint and curious customs of long ago. In fact, all our traditions concerning this festival, date almost from its establish- ment by Pope Telesphorus, A. D., 138. P'or instance, our custom of decorat- ing houses and churches with holly is derived from ancient druid practices. It was the belief that sylvan spirits flocking to the evergreens might remain unnipped by frost till a milder season. Chaplets of mistletoe were also worn about the head, to which we owe the origin of “kissing under the mistletoe.” Before the goose attained its present Yule-tide popularity, the favorite Christ- mas dish was a soused boar’s head. There is a legend that this custom originated at Oxford in commemoration of the valor of a student who, while taking a walk and reading Aristotle, being suddenly attacked by a wild boar, thrust the volume down his aggressor’s throat and cried Graecum est till the beast was naturally choked. The reason for the rise of the goose and turkey to prominence is as yet unknown. SOM ERVI LIJC HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 9 H lpracttcai flftan's IRomance nr wnoiT-is. Continued from November Number. Shattuck talked to me in what he in- tended to be the dialect of a French- man, but any one except his own con- ceited self could have told that he had never seen France. His conception of the part he was playing would have made the lowest character artist on the stage blush for him. I will not attempt to repeat his French, which mainly con- sisted of English words mixed in with Latin and Greek case endings. What he said was to the effect that he was a French inventor who had secreted his contrivance in this out-of-the way house beyond reach of public eyes; that ether for operating purposes was too expensive and too hard to administer; that he had discovered a way to elimi- nate both cost and trouble ; and that I was to be the first person to come under this new treatment which, when made public, would be a revelation to the world. Had I been allowed speech, I could not have said anything when I heard such talk from this maniac. There was no doubt in my mind that all sanity had left him, for the very fact that he thought I would not know him gave sufficient grounds for this belief. He lifted me from the bed and fas- tened me in his invention. His strange actions nearly drove me crazy with fright. On the floor was a clamp ar- rangement similar to those used by photographers for steadying heads, only it was much larger. In conjunction with the screw of this clamp worked an L shaped lever. On the arm of the lever, extending out on a line with the tongs of the clamp, was fastened a sponge, the other arm being left free to balance. Innumerable screw eyes were fixed in the floor, forming the outline of a person and reminding one of the figure made by the knife thrower at the circus, who hurls daggers at his beloved twin brother. The lunatic next laid me flat on my back and jammed my head between the clamps, which he screwed so tight that they broke the skin under my ears, and I could feel the hot blood trickle down into my hair and drop off from my neck. He fastened the remainder of my poor luckless carcass by connecting the screw eyes with heavy pieces of cording, so that I must have resem- bled the picture of Gulliver bound by the Lilliputians, as represented by some sewing cotton advertisement. The sponge, when swung into place, rested on my chin. Shattuck swore some downright English oaths at this and cleared up all further doubts in my mind as to his identity. By bend- ing the rod which held the sponge, he succeeded in getting it so that it covered my nose and mouth. Rising IO SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. from his knees, he came and stood at my feet, and in the same hog Latin as before said (I quote without the dialect): “We will suppose this to be an oper- ating room in a large hospital. Think of the bother and cost of giving ether! My system is introduced. See how sim- ple it is; the patient’s head is held as yours is now; the sponge is sat- urated with ammonia,— triple extract of ammonia.” I began to squirm. “The lever is dropped, the sponge covers the nose and mouth for but an instant, and is then withdrawn, leaving the patient unconscious. Of course, by experimenting the length of the sleep can be adjusted by the time the sponge is down. But supposing I forget to withdraw the sponge?” Then, seeing the horror in my face, “Ah ! but I see my surmises are not pleasant to your imagination.” He took out his watch. “I must begin experimenting on you at once or”—just then an extra strong breeze from the window, sent by Providence, blew out the candle. I never heard a person use such a variety of oaths as he did at this. He seemed unable to find a match; he searched in his own pockets, felt all over the room and examined my pockets, but there were none to be had. At last, turning to me, he exclaimed, without any attempt to conceal his voice, “I’ll kill you any way, you cur! ” He went to the chest where his tele- scope bag stood. Being between myself and the window every motion he made stood out like the outline of a sil- houette. His bag contained dozens of bottles, which he took up one by one, examining their labels in the star- light. Evidently he could not make them out, for he let another string of oaths escape. In a fit of desperation he began to smell of their contents. At first he used caution and held the bottles at a distance from his nose, but finally, in his haste, he smelt of them without any discretion. Suddenly I heard the breaking of glass, a stiff!ing cry, and I saw Shattuck drop in a heap at the foot of the chest, lie had been looking for the ammonia and had found it. The pres sure on my head, the intense excite ment, with this unlooked for salvation so shook my nerves that I fainted. When I recovered my senses the first rays of morning light were coming through the window. The smell of the released ammonia and my fastening at once reminded me where I was. Shat- tuck still lay on the floor. Why one breath of ammonia should prostrate him for such a length of time was explained when I saw what had taken place. In his fall he had broken the bottle in atoms on the top of the chest. The ammonia, forming in pools on the warped surface of the cover, dripped drop by drop from the projecting edge upon the floor. The position in which he had fallen, with his head against the chest and his face upturned, gave an oppor- tunity for the ammonia, as it spattered down, to strike his face. So, before he had time to recover from his first shock the dripping began to affect him. His face was terribly distorted; the moisture had loosened his false mous- tache and goatee, and they were gradu- ally slipping from their position, making the scene more grewsome. I tried to free myself, with the foolish idea that there might still be time to save him, but God had willed it otherwise; his weapon had been a boomerang which had returned and killed the sender. I lay there I know not how long in a semi-conscious state with this terrible picture before my eyes. I heard the milkman come and go, but was unable to call for help because of my gag. At last I succeeded in freeing a foot and at- tracting the attention of the grocery man when he came to get his order. I heard him enter, heard him ascending the stairs, a liberty which, by the way, no one but a countryman would take, and then, knowing that I was safe, I let myself relax, swooning for a second time. When I came to myself it was past noon, and I was in a bed of the neigh- boring boarding house overcome with nervous exhaustion, as the doctor put it. I had not been awake five minutes when three forward looking young men forced their way into the room, much SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. ii against the wishes of the landlady. They wore the clothes of college boys, but their overbearing manners at once placed them in my mind as prying re- porters, who make everybody else’s busi- ness their own. My suspicions proved to be correct, for they immediately began to besiege me with all manner of questions as to how it happened. I have always prided myself upon being able to deal with such persons and being a hard subject to “pump,” so to speak, but this time they got the better of me for my open- ing remark was, “Gentlemen, I beg of you not to make this sad affair a promi- nent part of your next edition.” Of course they asked at once why I desired secrecy. This brought out the fact that there was such a person in the world as my Irene, whom I suspected did not read anything in the papers ex- cept the fashion page, and who would become over-anxious on learning the dan- ger I had been exposed to, and annoyed at the publicity my name was receiving as one of the principals of such an episode. At this they left me, feeling flattered at having shaken them off so nicely. The next morning, without the doctor’s knowledge, the newspapers were brought to me. I need not explain how I felt when I saw staring me in the face as the leading article for the day a two- column picture of Irene, headed by these alarming words :— DEATH RESULT OF BEAUTY. LOVE FOR MISS IRENE WADE ENDS DISASTROUSLY. Because ot unrequited affection “Tom” Shattuck, Harvard, 18—, attempts the life of his rival, “Dick” Daniels, and accidentally kills himself. Daniels and Miss Wade were to be married soon. Shattuck a member of the famous Harvard football team of---. I could read no more; the letters danced before my eyes; the picture seemed to mock at me, to ridicule me, for I had disgraced the original beyond repair. When I recovered from a week of delirium I found that Irene was near to assure me that she was still faithful. The following is an extract from the same sensational paper that printed the above head lines: “Shattuck at the time was acting as travelling salesman for a well known Boston drug firm. The ammonia which caused his death was from a large line of samples he carried with him, and which were found by the police near his body. It is supposed, as all the bottles were the same shape, that he mistook the ammonia for some less powerful compound.” 12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. qfWICE TOLD TALCS. “All is not bliss that blisters.” Pupil, (reading Latin)—‘T thought ‘i’ was a j” Crushed in defeat—Chinese women. Teacher—“How dare you swear be- fore me ? ” Pupil—“How did I know you wanted to swear first ? ” When a washerwoman changes her residence, one may ask “where she hangs out now” without using slang. “Did you get a nice change and rest at the resort, Buckley ? ” “No, my daughter got most of my change and my wife got the rest.” The college men are very slow, They seem to take their ease; For even when they graduate— They do it by degrees. CONTAMINATION. Mother—“Johnny, you said you’d been to Sunday School.” Johnny (with a far away look)— “Yes’m.” Mother—“How does it happen that your hands smell fishy?” Johnny—“I—I carried home the Sunday School paper an’—an’ the out- side page is all about Jonah and the whale.” NOT A HIGH SCHOOL YOUTH. “Where are you going, my pretty maid ?” “Collecting souvenirs, sir,” she said. “May I go with you, my pretty?maid?” “My fad’s not spoons, kind sir,’’ she said. A man has invented a chair that can be adjusted to 600 different positions. It is designed for the use of students in physics. A ROMANCE IN TWO CHAPTERS. 1 le (without)—“Ah there ! Pa there ?” She (within)—“You bet! Better get.” Of all sad words of lad or lass The saddest are these— “Might have passed.” She had asked me would I help her With her Latin ’twas so hard. The subjunctive of old disco Seemed so from her memory barred. While she stood with pretty questioning, Her lips so tempting, I confess I thought I’d teach her by example: Didicissem? I just guess! WHAT AN IDEA! Mother—“What teacher are you under most, Johnny ?” Johnny—“They all sit on me when they get a chance.” Mother (angrily)—“Joe Jefferson, how many times mus’ I call yo' befo’ I can make yo’ hear? ” Joe Jeff.— “Dunno. You stand there an’ holler an I’ll set here an’ count.” o girls ! He asked a miss what was a kiss Gramatically defined. “It’s a conjunction, sir,” she said, “And hence can’t be declined.” Parvus Jacobus Horner Sedebat in a corner Edens a Christmas pie. Inseruit thumb Extraheret plumb Claman quis sharp puer am I. SERVED THEM RIGHT. A pair in a hammock Attempted to kiss; And in less than a minute •siqj o i[ po foo[ Aoqx NO, BEWARE BOTH. D« op the faculty for work but be shy ?: it working the faculty. IT inquired of little Bobby if he had !• i a good boy. IT —“No, I haven’t.” U -“Why, I hope you haven’t beer y bad. Be -“O no, just comfortable.” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 13 AT TUFTS. A young man attending college some distance from home was in need of a little money. Thinking to soften the parental heart, he lapsed into poetry quite funny : “If you loved me as I love thee, You’d send me two hundred pi linkers, see ? ” To which the inexorable progenitor made this reply : “The rose is red, the pink is pink, You’ll get the money, I don’t think.” HEARD IN ENGLISH X. A cautious look around he stole; His bags of chink he chunk. And many a wicked smile he smole, • And many a wink he wunk. PROBABLY HE.DID. First Pupil—“I wonder if the pro- fessor meant anything by it.” Second Pupil—“By what ?” First Pupil “Headvertised to lecture on ‘Fools,’ and when I bought a ticket it was marked, ‘Admit One.’ ” IT WAS ONLY A DREAM. I had a dream the other night, When everything was still. I dreamt that each subscriber came Right up and paid his bill. j They told her not to worry. Nor to sit up late and cram. Nor to have a sense of hurry. In writing her exam. And so she did not worry Nor sit up late and cram, Nor have a sense of hurry— And she flunked in her exam. NOT IN SOMERVILLE. Fond Father—“Do you find it hard work getting out your Greek lessons?” Student—“No, it’s mere horse play.” Lives of Seniors all remind us. We can make our lives a pest; And departing leave behind us Feelings of relief and rest. QUITE RIGHT. The meter inspector, an impudent fellar,” Hugged our servant girl when they met in the cellar. I scolded her so that she’ll never. I swear, Have a meter man meet her or meet a man there. SERIOUS MISTAKE. “Young man,” said the professor, as he grabbed a fresh Freshie by the shoulder, “I believe Satan has got hold of you.” “I believe he has,” was the meek re- ply. Teacher “For what use was Julius Ccesar noted ?” Tommy Tinclar—(who had studied the lesson somewhat hastily.) “Ilis great strength, mam. He threw a bridge across the Rhine.”—Ex. J- Exchanges. The literary articles in the Review show considerable talent. The Cambridge Review is by far the most interesting school journal we re- ceive. The English High School Recorder has a very interesting department called the Poet’s Corner. We are glad to find almost all our old exchanges back again this year and gladly welcome the several new ones. The Latin School Register deserves a generous amount of commendation on account of its neat appearance. The Distaff the organ of the Girl's High School of Boston, edited solely by girls, is one of our best exchanges. The story entitled “How It Hap- pened,” which appeared in the East- erner of Washington, shows unusual originality. We,are glad to receive as new ex- changes the Imp of Brighton, Textile Journal of Lowell, the Olio of Orono, Me., and the Philomath of Framingham. The Racquet of Portland contains many clever stories. Among them, “Joseph Randall, Substitute” and “The Greek Letter Affair” deserve special notice. All our exchanges are well worth reading, and our subscribers are invited to apply to the exchange editor if they wish to see them. 14 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Phi Sigma Dramatics, January 18. The enterprising Phi Sigma boys of the junior class, Latin School, will make another essay along the dramatic lineat Unitarian I Iall, Thursday even- ing, January 18. This time they will produce the comedy, “For One Night Only,” recently translated from the German. It is in preparation under the direction of Dr. II. F. Clock of Arlington, and appearances suggest another decided success. The cast embraces all the members of the club in such characterizations as these: Prof. Martin Goldwhinney, W. S. Mercer, Jr.; Jack Harkins, B. W. Bennett; Mrs. Goldwhinney, Alexan- der Graham; two charming sisters, Chester II. Brown and C. Ashton R. Sanborn ; together with rising young actors, theatrical managers and maid servants. The proceeds are for the benefit of the Athletic Association. Music will be furnished by Pierce’s Orchestra. After the play, dancing will be in order until 12. Tickets are on sale by mem- bers of the club. In charge are : John C. Haartz, manager; Dr. H. F. Clock, stage manager; A. L. Kimpton, ticket agent. Nine young ladies of the class will act as ushers. Camera Club Entertainment. Odd Fellows Ilall has seldom wit- nessed a more distinguished gathering of local talent than that which appeared before its footlights on the evening of November 28. Somerville may well be pprppe SOCIETY MOTES. Devoted to the interests of the School Organizations. proud to claim two of the artists, Miss Eda L. Nichols, instructor of elocution in the English High School, and Arthur D. Hadley, cellist, both of whom are knowntfar beyond the city limits. The third name on the program was that of the Apollo Male Quartet, which needs no further comment. In the ranks of the audience were seen many of the students, teachers and alumni of the High Schools. Pres. C. R. Forster made a grace- ful speech of introduction, giving a clear outline of the work and object of the club. Miss Nichols was warmly wel- comed by the audience. Her first read- ings were three selections from Kipling, “The Ballad of the East and West,” “His Wedded Wife,” and “Mandalay.” “Courting by Proxy,” her second selec- tion, was rendered in her own inimit- able way and received an enthusiastic encore, in response to which she gave “A Small Boy’s Bear,” calling forth bursts of merriment. “Berceuse” and “Am Springbrunnen,” “Elegie” and “Tarantelle,” executed by Mr. Hadley, showed the masterly touch, which has won commendation from critics at home and abroad. The Apollo Quartet de- lighted their hearers by their many and varied selections, ranging from Spence’s “Good Night” to the laughable “Peter Piper.” Two members of the quartet, Mr. Fred E. Kendell and Mr. Sidney Howe, gave acceptable solos. An in- formal dance was enjoyed after the en- tertainment. The committee in charge were: Alton B. Stevens, ’99, chairman ; Laura M. Marceau, 1900, and Paul Wilde, '02. Theta Chi Alpha. The Senior Greek Society has taken up the now prevalent fad of fencing. Policemen and other objectionable parties, beware. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Basket Ball Associations. LATIN SCHOOL BASKET. Basket ball is gaining ground every day in the Latin School. With the de- velopment of material comes a better enjoyment of this wholesome pastime and a better chance for invaluable physi- cal exercise. The girls active in the sport should feel that they are firmly supported by the whole school—teach- ers, non-playing girls and, though thank- lessly, by the boys. The class teams have all been chosen, captains have been elected, and the in- ter-class series has begun. In the sev- eral games that have been played the sophomore team seems to have made the best showing. The season opened December i with a surprise, the sopho- mores defeating the seniors, 17—10. The line-up: Miss Baldwin, g. t., Miss Perkins, g. t., Miss Sturtevant, s. c., Miss Ralph, s. c., Miss Richards, c. Miss Lincoln, d., Miss Wilkins, d., d., Miss Kathan d., Miss Maddox s. c., Miss Harmer s. c.. Miss Densmore c.. Miss Small g. l.. Miss Stearns t.. Miss Hodgkins Stearns; umpire, g; Captains—Misses Wilkins and score, 17—10; time, 20 minute halves; Miss Shepard. On December 8 the seniors defeated the juniors in a walk. The thorough over- hauling of the team seems to have taken effect. The line-up : 1900 Miss Stearns, g. t., Miss Kathan, g. L. Miss Densmore. c., M iss Keyes, s. c., Miss Harmer, s. c., Miss Countway, d., Miss Small, d., 1901 d.. Miss Westgale d., Miss Bennett c., Miss Bonney s. c.. Miss Whitaker s. c., Miss Kendall d., Miss L. Sears d., Miss A. Sears Captains—Misses Stearns and West- gate; score, 36—2; time, 25 and 3o-minute periods: umpire, Miss Purcell. The freshmen practically defeated the sophomores Monday, February 11. At the end of the first half the score was 14—8. Soon after the second half the game was called on account of dark- ness, with the score 16—8, arrange- ments having been made to finish the game later. The freshman team is made up as follows: Miss Jones (Capt.), goal thrower; Miss Plimpton, assistant goal 15 thrower; Miss Kanaly, centre; Miss Lowrie, side centre ; Miss Leavitt, side centre; Miss Bickford, defense; Miss Neals, defense. E. H. S. BASKET. At the English School the progress has been great. The following officers of the E. H. B. B. A. have been elected : President, Ruth Tufts, 1900; senior vice president, Ethel C. Wheeler; junior vice president, Gertrude T. Bacon; second year vice president, Florence L. Bemis ; first year vice president, Flor- ence Ham ; secretary, Georgie E. Reed, 1900; treasurer, Miss Eda L. Nichols; general business manager, Mildred A. Nichols, 1900; assistant business mana- ger, Elizabeth V. Doherty, 1900. The class managers are: Senior manager, Florence G. King; junior manager, Mary C. Keefe; second year manager, Mary T. Dwyer. Maud L. Knapp is the captain of the prospective junior team ; the other captains will probably be elected when the teams are chosen. The first practice was held in Claren- don Hall, Friday afternoon, December 1. About 50 girls presented themselves for initiation into the game. Miss Alice Prescott of Radcliffe gave an hour to the instruction of the juniors and first years, who were divided into squads of 14. The seniors and second years were coached by Miss Grace Dennett, Radcliffe, 1900. Time is regularly given to physical exercise and practice in pitching and catching the ball. The girls play by classes as much as possible, in 15-min- ute halves. Whist Party and Dance, January it. The Toujours Amies Fideles Club, E. II. S., 1900, will give a whist party and dance at Professor Anthoine’s Academy, Thursday evening, January 11. Whist, 8 to 10 Dancing, 10 to 12. Admission, 35 cents. E. B. L. The E. B. L., a society formed by eight of the young ladies of the Eng- lish High School second year class, have recently composed and adopted a club song to be chanted upon all occa- sions of unusual solemnity. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 1.6 mo. Play ball, girls of the B. B. A. Purcell, formerly of our class, is at- tending Phillips Exeter Academy. The following is anonymous, as the author fears just retribution from the freshman class; Only a Freshman, a little tot, What was his name, it matters not. Only a Freshman, and very short. Coming to school one stormy day. Caught by the wind, he was carried away And finally landed in Boston Bay. Was it really an accident that Sturte- vant broke his glasses or did he wish to escape some troublesome lesson ? We are told in an example in algebra that a certain boy could run 12 yards a second. What a “crack” he was ! It is almost as hard for the soldiers to find Aguinaldo as for the small boys to get over the fence at Tufts Oval. Was Murphy lost in the fog a few weeks ago, when he was absent from school? We were quite anxious about him. A man was picked up by the police, a raving maniac, after the Thanksgiving game. lie had heard the basket ball yell. McDonald, who is always gallant, is going to the South African war, to get Lady Smith out of the clutches of the Boers. Keniston, who proposed that the boys bring cake to the social, must either be an expert in the science of cooking or he has an interest in some bakeshop. Football on the grass is now proba- bly ended. Happily no injuries re- sulted from the games, except to Mc- Lean’s hat. “Strong Harts,” the Indian end on the football team, will go to Carlisle School next year to complete his course in football. It is reported that a member of our class, who is desirous of making the hockey team, is holding secret practice, all by his “lonesome.” Chorus of the Greek club boys, “How long, Phillips, will you abuse our patience by not wearing your red hat ? ” (Apologies to Cicero). Murphy does not blame Catiline for leaving Rome after one of Cicero’s ora- tions. He wonders what he would do if he had to stand four. The Social Committee is having some trouble in arranging a social, but they hope to hold it as soon as a satisfactory date can be agreed upon. A reporter called recently to see Snowman, but, on hearing his name, he was so afraid of a chilly reception that he departed without an interview. We notice that some of the scholars hesitate very long over a swear word in F'rench, while others speak out boldly. Perhaps the latter are more experienced. The Theta Chi Alpha boys have taken up fencihg, desirous of emulating D’Artagnan’s deeds. Some already proudly exhibit scratches on their hands. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 7 1901. ‘•The body of his death.” “He killed him with the love of gold.” All wish Miss Carpenter a speedy re- covery. We gladly welcome Miss Byam back after her long illness. Did Miss Pearson mean glass eyes when she said “I drink to your ‘false’ eyes?” Bartlett thought “lego” meant “to write,” but after he looked it up he said it was not “right.” Mr. Murray’s asylum for mischief-lov- ing youths has been quite well patron- ized the past month. Found in a corner desk of the labora- tory, five tea-cups and saucers, two spoons, and a can of cocoa. Can the seniors explain ? 1902. Oh ! that last vocabulary test! Our piano is dying of old age ; one note has succumbed already. We are glad to have Miss Connor with us again after her absence. An original class yell would be an ex- tremely acceptable thing just at present. Teacher (in Old English)—“Can you pronounce nyght.” • Pupil—“Nit !” Our Thanksgiving sing was a great success, owing to the efforts of pupils from each class. A suggestion to those who have any artistic talent: Please vent it in drawing posters for the Radiator. The music hour is very interesting and exciting when Mr. Hadley selects quartets at random. Those of us who have any poetic in- stinct should not fail to enter the con- test for a national hymn, announced some time ago. The long-suffering, much-abused edi- tor of this class wishes to suggest that those who complain of the lack of proper representation of the class in the Radiator would find much less cause to do so if they could spare the time from their studies (?) to write one class note each month and consign it to the editor. The members of the Kappa Phi Eta have challenged those of the Theta Delta Sigma to a debate. Hardly a fair chance for the latter, as their mem- bership is only seven and that of their rivals fifteen. There is not the least doubt that we have an extremely brilliant and athletic class. The ’02 girls have cured the seniors of any head trouble they may have had by beating them in a game of basket ball, with a score of 17 to 10, and our boys make a daily practice of beating the combined forces of the other three classes in small games of football. Hurrah for ’02! 1903. Stevens—“I am aware—I am aware— I am aware.” Ask Marshall to tell the story of the Tortoise and the Fox. Judging by those who visit it, the junior class must like the freshmen. Our class pins have arrived and are undoubtedly the best in the school. Miss Jones has been elected captain of the basket ball team of this class. There seems to be a prevalent disease, viz., forgetting class notes. Goode thinks John Alden took a first- rate way of finding out if Priscilla loved him. To judge from appearances some of the fellows think more about their hats than they do about studies. Judging from the way Niles tackles words larger than himself, he must have an eye out for an end position on next year’s football team. If Marconi should visit Mr. Murray’s room he would see systems of wireless telegraphy that would delight him, and at the same time put his efforts in the shade. The class is certainly producing won- derful people ; orators, poets and what- not. Now Fitzgerald has shown ability as a discoverer, by discovering a short way down cellar through a knot hole in the floor of Room 6. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 18 1900 Farewell to football ! Three cheers for basket ball! Doyle’s new way of spelling polls: po-l-e-s. Hamblin likes s endormir during the French period. “Ah me, unhappy ! then my fears be true.” Christmas reports. The favorite exclamation of the Only Boy in the German class, “Oh, dear!” Miss Wheeler is the champion of “Woman’s Sufferage,” but she stands alone. A French translation : “It is only the cows mewing.” Was this a zoological student? Who made the motion that all the candidates be laid on the table?(Poor candidates!) Remember the class dues. For further particulars apply to Miss Tufts, treas- urer, Room 21. C. P. stands for cow power says the stenography class. Some one kindly enlighten them on the subject. Girls, support your basket ball team ; join the Association and go to the games. The class of 1900 ought to be proud to leave behind it a strong asso- ciation, founded in its senior year. At a recent meeting the officers for Ivy Day exercises were chosen. Her- bert M. Hale is orator; A. Philip Hill, class prophet; Leslie R. Grant, his- torian ; Mary A. Brown, class poet, and Ruth Tuft, class odist. Where is the class division of the library tables this year ! The table near- est the door is the allotment of the freshmen, that on the opposite side of the room belongs to the second years and juniors, while the dignity of the centre table is the rightful due of the senior class. As it is, the seniors find it in the calm possession of either a group of innocent freshmen or of wil- fully unknowing second years, and are forced to occupy a seat at a lower class table. How much longer shall this be ? There has been considerable comment on the caps the seniors are wearing. The boys aim at establishing the custom for all classes in their senior year to adopt uniform caps. There has been some objection to said caps (which are blue with red monogram) on the ground that they resemble the baseball caps and use colors representing the com- bined schools. We would say here that the caps differ from the baseball caps in shape and monogram, and in regard to color, blue is the insignia of S. E. H. S., while red represents its present senior class. There can be no objection to the seniors wearing their own colors. On the contrary they should be credited with establishing a precedent which bids fair to become a custom. 190L A class oPorators ! Where is w debating club ? “He who hesitates is lost.” Does that mean don’t stop to think ? SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL LALLATOR. 19 We wouldn’t go to a basket ball game if you paid us, we boys would’nt. Norton wants to know if Mrs. Brown- ing was Mr. Browning’s wife. Watch the mysterious hook com- mittee—Russell, Noble and Allan. We are glad to see Miss Ingram back again. Our sympathy has been with her during her absence. It is never too early to begin. We want a sleigh ride. Let us commence to make arrangements. At the Basket Ball Association meet- ing, held December 4, Miss Maude L. Knapp was elected captain of the junior class team. Wanted—A competent person to es- tablish a junk shop with a small stock in trade, such as stray iron hooks, in the dressing rooms on the third floor. In last month’s issue some ambitious sport applied for the position of coach on the basket ball team. I hear the girls were quite equal to the interview with him and that he resigned in dis- gust. 1902. Without Zetterman the Art Club does not seem to be progressing very rapidly. Emerson’s essay on behavior is al- ready taking effect on some pupils of Division C. The Secret Society fever is spreading among the boys, and why not ? The girls have their E. B. L. President Nolan of the Debating Club needs a gavel. We should suggest that he be provided with one possessing a sounding board attachment. The debate on the advantages of a college education brought out only a dozen members of the society. That dozen, however, was lively enough to keep matters from dragging. Christmas and New Year’s Days are at hand. The editor would regard any class notes for the next issue as an ac- ceptable holiday present. Large lots may be sent by express at the expense of said editor. Gracey asserts, with true Yankee spirit, that he doesn’t see why Rudyard Kipling, or any other Englishman, should come over here and criticize our ways of talking. Gracey seems willing, however, to leave the matter open to arbitration. 1903. Steele the unknown poet! Tarbell, the late chandelier decorator! The latest pronunciation of e-a-t by Kneeland is ate. Teacher—“Where are you in Alge- bra ?” Pupil (innocently)—“Room 10.” Blaisdell’s desk still groans like an old wooden pump. Where is the axle- grease ? Everyone seems to look forward with pleasure to the coming Christmas vaca- tion. It should be strictly understood that curtain strings should be left unti-er-ly alone. It was heard in one of the history classes that Cleisthenes died 30 years after his death. A Mist. She came down stairs with a look of despair. Simply because the day was not fair. All the week she’d prepared for the matinee. And her dress was a perfect dream, they say. As her father turned to leave the room, Seeing his daughter’s expression of gloom. He paused a moment and asked with a frown, Why this fuss, all because you can't wear a new gown ? “ ‘Tis only a mist. He glad it’s not rain Heating against the window pane.” Then up from her chair she indignantly hopped. And remarked, “Well, it wouldn't be mist if it stopped.” Heard in Latin Recitation—“And he gave his son to him in marriage.” The author of the above must have queer ideas of matrimony. 20 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. The close of the football season finds our team third in the league standing. We believe that our merit entitles us to a position next the leader, as the Brook- line team by no means proved its superi- ority. However, we have won a good place fairly and squarely and won with the odds against us. Every one should feel satisfied that the boys have done their best. LEAGUE GAMES. Somerville, 12; Boston Latin, 5. TUFTS OVAL, NOV. 24. Good, hard football by the whole team, enlivened bv some phenomenal work from Jones, won the play-off of the game protested by Boston Latin, which Somerville won io to 5. Somer- ville began playing without preliminary signal practice, as Russell had not ap- peared on the field, Latin School re- ceived the kick off and at once rushed their opponents off their feet by a num- ber of fierce plays which scored a touch- down. The .Somerville boys were not “warmed up” to the game. On the second play after the next kick-off Latin School lost eight yards on a double pass. Phillips made up for this by a long run to the centre of the field. The ball was steadily advanced to Som- erville’s 10-yard line. Here our boys braced up and held for downs. They then showed that in offensive} play at least they could equal the heavier team from Boston. Long runs by Jones and Hubbard brought the ball to their op- ponent’s 23-yard line. Boston took the ball on downs. The pigskin changed hands three times about the centre of the field before time was called. A stirring incident took place during the first half. Russell arrived shortly after Latin School scored, and received an ovation as he trotted up the field. Peters had played his position well, but Russell put new life into the team. In the second half the wearers of the red and blue went on the field deter- mined to win. After once losing the ball on downs, it was taken to Latin School’s 32-yard line. Jones went around Hamblin for 15 yards more. Boston blocked a try for a goal from the field, but Armstrong dropped on the ball. The crowd was frantic with de- light when Jones went around Latin School’s left end for a touchdown. Ball punted out for position. Lewis made a fair catch. Everybody believed the game rested in Somerville’s ability to kick the goal. Ball sent the pigskin flying fairly between the posts. The game seemed surely won. Somer- ville’s supporters slapped each other on the back and told each other that Jones was a marvel, but that wonderful player had not yet made his star performance. SOM ICR VIL LIC HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 21 lie made victory sure by another phe- nomenal run of 55 yards for a second touchdown. His playing resembled in a way the inimitable game of Charlie Daley’s. Xo one could hold him. He would pick himself up after falling and run as before. His defensive game was perfect. Every man played well, es- pecially Rail, Lewis and Graham. Phillips gained most ground for Roston Latin School. There was a large at- tendance. The summary: SOMF.R VILLK HIGH. Harts, 1. e. Graham. 1. t. Peters (Russell), 1. g. W. Patch, c. Kimball, r. g. Hall i Whittaker), r. t. Hamblin, r. e. Armstrong, q. b. Jones (Moore) 1. h. b. Hubbard, r. h. b. Lewis, f. b. Score—Somerville BOSTON GATIN, r. e.. Murray (Parmalee) r. t.. Gately r. g., Witherby c., Winston 1. g., Ryder I. t., Guild 1. e.. White q. b., Hurley r. h. b., McGrath 1. h. b., Maguire (Moran) f. b., Phillips High, 12; Hoston Latin. 5. Touchdowns—Maguire, Jones 2. Goals from touchdowns—Hall 2. Umpire—Saul. Referee—Hrown. Linesmen—Parmalee and Murray. Timekeeper — Carrick. Time — 20- minute halves. Somerville, 0; C. M. T. S., 0. The boys from Cambridge Manual Training School were confident that they could wipe out the defeat of last year, when the teams met on Thanks- giving Day. This did not daunt Som- erville supporters, however. The result was one of the hardest played games of the season, and although there was no scoring the Somerville boys think that they nad a bit the best of it. The teams were urged on by 3,500 enthusias- tic spectators. Our team received the kickoff and made the grand stand re- sound with cheers as they steadily ad- vanced the ball. Every back and the tackles took the ball through the line for substantial gains. A score seemed as good as made when Cambridge got the ball on a fumble upon their 5-yard line. Gallagher tried right end without gain. Parker punted out to his 35-yard line. Jones received the punt and ad- vanced 10 yards. C. M. T. S. captured the ball again on the 5-yard line. Par- ker punted 30 yards to Jones. Cam- bridge took the ball on downs and punted back. Somerville again lost the ball on downs. Training School for first time began to gain through the line and took the ball into Somerville’s territory. It here changed hands sev- eral times. Finally Somerville's goal was threatened. Mott fumbled on the 5-yard line. As quick as a flash Harts pounced upon the ball and a great cheer went up from the Somerville contingent as the ball changed hands. Jones sent the ball out beyond the centre by one of his magnificent punts. The half ended with the ball on Somerville’s 40- yard line. The second half opened with Lang kicking off to Lewis, who advanced five yards. The leather changed hands four times with little change in position before Jones made one of his long runs of 25 yards on an end play. Lewis made 25 through centre. Rail also made good gains. The pigskin frequently changed hands in the remainder of the game. Cambridge never had possession of the ball inside of Somerville’s 20-yard line, nor was her goal threatened. The last half ended with the ball in the centre of the field. Captain Rail played a fine game, frequently tackling for losses and always striking the line for gains. Jones excelled in the back field and gave some startling exhibitions of hurdling. Patch at centre showed that he possessed suf- ficient skill at the game to successfully oppose big Fiske. The line-up: — C. M. T. S. Doyle (Dewis), 1. e.. Harris, 1.t.. Whalen, 1. g., Fiske, c., Carrick. r. g., Kmmonds. r. t.. Watkins, r. e., Mott. q. b., Gallagher. 1. h. b., Parker, r. h. b., Lang, f. ! .. SOMERVILLE HIGH. r. e.. Hamblin r. t.. Ball (Peters) r. g.. Kimball c.. W. Patch 1. g., Russell 1. t.. Graham he.. Harts q. 1)., Armstrong r. h. b.. C. Patch 1. h. b., Jones f. b., Lewis Score—C. M. T. S.. o; Somerville High. o. Umpires—Sands and Hoyson. Referee—R. W. Hrown. Timekeepers—Yeager and Stearns. Linesmen—Stone and Capelle. Time—25 and 20-minute halves. Our athletic association is again on a firm footing financially. It is to be re- membered that we started the season with a debt of $So. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Charles Clinton Rail, the best tackle in the league, enjoys a wide reputation in interscholastic circles. His fine game last year proved his ability to captain the team this fall. Much of our success this year is due to his efforts. Mr. Clark, sporting editor of the Bos- ton Journal, in picking the all-inter- scholastic team, speaks of him as follows: “C. C. Rail easily captures the honors from all other tackles in the league, as he plays his position without a flaw.” Rail is 19 years old, and if he enters col- lege next fall he will be a valuable addi- tion to any ’varsity team. League Results. English High School has outclassed every other team and easily won the cup. Among these other teams the contest has been very close and many ties have resulted. C. M. T. S. had the worst luck, getting ties with Brookline High, Boston Latin and Somerville High. Following is the league stand- ing: POINTS GAMES English High, Brookline I ligh, Somerville High, Camb. Manual, Boston Latin, Dorchester High, A New League. Cambridge Latin School is starting a movement to form a football league of preparatory schools. It is reported that a meeting has been held and Boston Latin and Hopkinson have announced their intention of joining with Cam- bridge, also that Somerville Latin School is to be asked to unite with them. In the event of Somerville’s re- fusing, Brookline High or Roxbury Latin will be substituted. Unless our opinions have recently changed, the question is open to Brookline High or Roxbury Latin. It has always been that our success has rested in the union of our two schools. The league con- stitution allows us one more year as a combined school to compete for the cup. However, we believe that after 1900 the donors of the cup, who reserve the right to amend the constitution, will permit our combined schools to re- main. There might be two leagues, nevertheless, as Cambridge Latin, IIop- kinson and Roxbury Latin are not members of the present league and Boston Latin School could find room in its schedule to play these three games. It is said that English High, St. Marks, Groton School and Dean Academy con- template forming a league. Hockey. It is understood that the N. E. Skating Association, donor of the interscholastic polo cup, will offer the cup to be com- WON WON 149 S 42 2 17 2 46 1 33 1 0 0 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 23 peted for under the rules of hockey instead of polo. Polo is a fine athletic game, requiring great powers of en- durance, but, compared with Canadian hockey, it is as primitive a sport as old fashioned football compared with the scientific game of football played today. Seven men play instead of five, as at polo. Interference and blocking are allowed, and there are as many possi- bilities for skill and trick play as in football. Somerville High holds the polo cup and has held it or been second best ever since its connection with the league, which has as other members, Cambridge, Melrose, Roxbury Latin and English High. Here is a chance, boys, to keep up our old reputation and earn for yourselves the privilege of wear- ing the “S” of our athletes. None of last year’s team remain. Get a stick and answer to Manager I'arnham’s call for candidates. May good luck attend our winter sports. Attend the play ot the Phi Sigma Society. The proceeds go to the asso- ciation. Jones will captain the football team next year. His election was unanimous. 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Contents for January. v 4 J Somerville High School Foot Ball Team, 1899, Frontispiece Editorials, 3 “ The Story of Arthenovitch,” 5 “ The Emerald,” 7 Alumni Notes, 8 “ To Our Flag,” (Poem,) 8 “The Undercurrents of Garrison Duty,” 9 “ Lines to a Speeded Year,” (Poem,) 11 Twice Told Tales, 12 Exchanges, 13 Latin Notes, 14 English Notes, 16 “The First Snowstorm,” (Poem,) 17 Frappe, 18 Athletics, 21 Carleton P. Jones, . 22 s s B. F. Freeman. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM. 1899. Phillips (M’gr),'00. Pipe, '01. Kimball, 'Oil. Moore,'01. II. Stone, '00. Lewis, '00. (irav (Coach). Peters,'00. Graham, '01. .lones,‘01. Ball,'02. Russell,'01. Hubbard,'90. Hamblin, '00. W. Patch, '01. Armstrong, '99. C. Stone, '02. C. Patch, '08. Harts, '00. Whittaker, '01. I' H B Somerville High LATIN SCHOOL. School Radiator. ENGLISH SCHOOL. VOL. IX SOM RK VI I.I.H, MASSACHUSETTS JANUARY, I9OO. No. 4. The Radiato� Is published by the Somerville Latin and Kiiglish High School on the third Thursday of every month during the school year. Only Importuni news matter can be received after the 10th of the month. Matter for Insertion may be left with any of the edltoi Ini stall or be mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign the full name and address (this Is for reference only). Communications should be addressed Ip the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. To Insure its return manuscript must be aeeom panted by the necessary postage. EXCHANGE EDITOR. LILLIAN J. STEARNS, L. II. $., 1800. BUSINESS MANAGER. HERBERT M. HALE. K. II. S., 1900. ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER. JOHN C. IIAARTZ, L. H. S., 1801. TREASURER. TERMS. T5 CENTS PER YEAR. SINGLE COPIES. 10 CENTS LESLIE R. GRANT. K. II. S.. 1900. 1 Entered at lioston I'ostofllce as second class matter. SOMERVILLE CITIZEN PRESS. CLASS EDITORS LATIN SCHOOL. LOUIS C. DOYLE. 1900. STAFF OF THE RADIATOR. EDITOR IN CHIEF. LIN WOOD E. SNOWMAN. L. II. S., 1800. ASSOCIATE EDITOR RUTH TUFTS. K. II. S., 1900. HELEN E. TRUE, 01. ARTHUR D. WHITMAN, 02. WILLIAM JENNINGS, 03. ENGLISH SCHOOL. HARRY A. STONE. 1900. FREDERIC E. MOORE, '01. H. DELANO LORI NG. 02. LOUIS ;. KEYES. 03. SPORTING EDITOR FRANKLIN F. PHILLIES, JR.. L. II. S., 1900. STAFF ARTIST W. D. EATON. K. H. S., 1901. WITH the new year comes the new city charter, the installation of municipal officials, and Superintendent South worth’s annual report. As usual this document is pointed and compre- hensive, dealing with the practical side of education and outlining the exact condition of Somerville schools. With the ever increasing influx of juveniles comes a more than ordinary need of proper accommodations. Mr. South- worth’s strongest recommendation is an addition to the English High School, a cry fervently echoed by the Radiator, the Somerville press, and every true citizen acquainted with the present un- comfortable situation. To meet the general move of the colleges toward a greater freedom in the choice of en- trance requirements, Mr. South worth also recommends an elective course at the Latin School, which shall give stu- dents a more varied and cosmopolitan university preparation. Mr. South 4 SOMKRVILLI-: HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. worth’s aim is an economical, liberal and progressive public school system, and it is safe to feel that while the municipal ship is launched upon an un- vexed political sea, piloted by the new charter, that education, under his effi- cient superintendence, will be guided to an era of greater prosperity and success in Somerville. AS a New Year’s announcement we beg to call the attention of the world to the fact that to meet the needs of its flourishing condition, the Radiator has added another ray to its executive sun in the person of William I). Eaton, staff artist. Mr. Eaton is responsible for our current cover and for many of the interior designs used in the present volume. Mr. Eaton’s work is of a cleverly artistic order and of a perfect adaptability to the limitations of this magazine. We assure our critics that his future efforts will equal his past suc- cesses, and congratulate the fathers of Volume IX upon being the initial board to possess an artist attache. WE hereby confess, lest any of our dear contemporaries should ac- cuse us of using their copyrighted jokes without due credit, that we are con- sciously guilty. We do not credit every stray gem ; we make a general classi- fication, “ If it is funny and you see it in the Radiator, it’s copied.” Original humor is one of the quietest dead letter arts in Somerville. The only thing funny about our contributions is their ridiculous scarcity. Constant readers, it is our New Year’s ambition to pub- lish something spicy ; let it be yours to furnish the wherewithal. 11' was a more than interesting scene that greeted our eyes when we watched the Phi Sigma boys robe and disrobe, paint and powder, between the acts of their recent production of “For One Night Only.” Though to stand behind the footlights is always a dis- illusion, nevertheless, the careful prepa- ration and attention to business which the boys displayed, repaid us for our trouble and showed us why amateur theatricals are valuable, not only to the audience but also to the participants. II' is our privilege this month to print, on another page, the poem winning the prize offered some months ago by the Women’s Relief Corps. In patri- otic sentiment, poetical value and musical possibilities it is a production worthy of an older pen. The author, Austin M. Works, Latin School, ’oi, is one of our regular contributors. The honor he has conferred upon the Radi- ator and the schools draws our warmest congratulation. IT is not pleasant to be always kick- ing. It is not congenial to be con- tinually prodding school spirit. This time we refrain. We merely state a fact, which you may consider well and from which you may draw your own conclusions. The semi-annual meeting of the Athletic Association was recently postponed because out of a membership of 400 a quorum of 21 could not be ob- tained. WE hope that the city government will pursue the same kind and fatherly policy toward High School skaters as heretofore, by keeping the ice on Broadway Park clear of snow, and will not detract any one from the few opportunities offered by a peaceful winter. AN unfortunate error prevented a proper acknowledgement to the author of “ A Mist,” published in the December number. The poem was written by Mary Neales Neales, S. L. S., 03. AVERY appropriate valentine for your lady friend would be a Febru- ary Radiator. y RE you still writing in your diary? SOMKRVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 5 Xlbe Story of Hrtbenovftcb. A TALE OF A WERE-WOLF. JEANETTE A. DA ITS OX, E. 11. S., � Ol. The moon had risen. The snow-fields were flooded with the pale, cold light, which threw the scrubby growths of pine and hemlock into striking relief upon the horizon. Over the southern steppes lay the village of Voch, its tiny huts seeking shelter from the far-sweep- ing north wind under the snow-laden boughs of the evergreen trees, like so many birds beneath the mother wing. Here and there a ray of light penetrated the pitchy black of the shadows, and felt its way feebly over the snow until it lost itself in the clear beams which sil- vered the whole broad plain. The peasants of Voch were making merry at the village inn, for did not every good Russian rejoice on a feast day? The inn was filled to overflowing with the youths and maidens in holiday attire ; the very rafters rang with their songs and their laughter. And there was something to celebrate beside the holy feast day, something which was indeed an occasion for joy — a wedding. Arthenovitch, the innkeeper’s daughter, the fairest maid on the steppes of Voch, was to wed Kalud, the Turk. At first her father would have none of him, but when he had brought the great rug of wolf skins and the silver tankard of Eastern workmanship as gifts, Jeranch changed his mind, and even urged his daughter to encourage Kalud. There had been talk before this Turk came of the possibility of a certain Nedranoff’s asking her hand ; but gold is a wonder- ful magician, and the peasants were daz- zled by the splendor of Kalud. The old lover was forgotten, the villagers said. They did not know of the sleepless nights—the nights when the fair Ar- thenovitch gazed across the snows at the blot which the cabin of Nedranoff made upon the whiteness, and wept softly as she thought of her wedding night. When the last mad reel down the flagged floor was ended, and the candles spluttered and went out, the guests thronged into the quiet village street and were lost in the gray dawn. Artheno- vitch and Kalud were the last to leave, and as they stepped out upon the crisp snow, which now glimmered purple and pink in the delicate tinting of the morn- ing light, a tall figure sprang from the shadow of the inn, and with a quick stride stood in their path. It was Nedranoff. His hunting knife glittered as it stuck in his belt, which confined the heavy folds of his short leather frock. His arms were folded ; his face was strangely pale ; his thin lips were set and bloodless. One foot was advanced, changing the other- wise calm pose to one of defiance. Standing thus, in the rosy flood of morn- ing glory, he faced Kalud and Arthen- ovitch. “ I would speak with thee,” he cried. They paused on their way. Kalud’s face assumed a sullen, sneering expres- sion ; Arthenovitch paled, and there was a look of entreaty, wonderful in its earnestness, as the blue eyes were raised to those of Nedranoff. And he sought to escape that look. He was silent for a moment, gazing fiercely into Kalud’s angry eyes. Then he cried, “ I claim Arthenovitch. Take your hand from hers. She is mine, and mine alone. She is my promised wife ! ” With growing wrath, he accused Kalud of courting one whom he knew, by her own words, to be another’s be- trothed—of leading the dance with her thrice (which is only a husband’s right). “And lastly,” he cried, in a voice heavy with anger, “you stole the marriage contract from her room and threatened ’Editor’s noth.—'The Were-woll. according to Russian superstition is a woman having tin power of assuming the form of a wolf at will, but at midnight she must again resume her own shape. 6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. death if she told of the crime. You are a thief, a Turkish dog, and you have taken my life, my very life from me ! Does not Mohammed say‘A life for a life?' Aye, it shall be even thus with you and me! Arthenovitch, leave us together,” he cried. The girl turned towards the inn. Then, unable to keep silence longer, she ran back to the spot where the two men stood. “Nedranoff, you have spoken truly. Kalud, remem- ber you loved me once, and for that sweet love's sake, spare my betrothed ! ” A moment later she had disappeared into the gloom of the inn. The two men were left facing each other in the blood-red glow of the morning sun. The inn was again filled with peas- ants. Hut there were no jests upon their lips tonight—only one word was heard, so full of terror that the wild cries of the wolves out on the steppes could not be more awful—only one word—“Siberia.” The official had but just read the accusation of the murder and the name of the criminal was “Nedranoff Kanord ! ” It was well that Arthenovitch knew nothing of it, they said, for they had been told of the Turk’s crime, which had caused his death at the hands of the condemned lover. Xedranoff sat alone in his hut. It was far, far from the village, and he thought for the first time that it was better so. He did not wish to hear the joyous laugh of those whose hearts were merrier than his. It was his last night in Voch Suddenly there arose upon the midnight air a low cry. It was the cry of a wolf! Nearer and nearer it came, and his hunter’s instinct told him that it was the wail of a she-wolf! It seemed now as if she were at his very door. A moment, and he heard the sound of stealthy footsteps about the hut. Then, like a flash, he realized that the way was open for him to escape from Siberia. Should he give way to the temptation ? No! A thousand times no! He was no coward. He would fight against present death for the sake of his honor, knowing that re- lief from pain would come sooner or later in the far North. He seized the gleaming hunting knife, and dropping to his knees by the fire, he made sev- eral passes with the blade upon the stone hearth. Then he drew it gently across his hand, smiling in a strange, almost unearthly manner the while. With head raised, eyes gleaming, lips set, he gazed at the square patch of sky which the window framed ; and of a sudden, as he gazed, there appeared in the frame a dark form, shutting the sky from his sight. He grasped his hunting knife with a firmer hand, never once taking his eyes from the window. See! The fire blazes suddenly and floods the whole hut with light, f or an instant two balls of fire shine in the dark mass, then, with a wild cry, the beast lurches into the hut and lands upon Nedranoffs back. With a swift, curving motion his knife gleams on high, and then unerring and pitiless, it plunges deep into the shaggy breast. He feels the warm blood upon his hand ; something comes over him which is akin to regret—unaccountable, unusual. Yet why should he grieve over a dying wolf ? The beast lunges from his back and reaches the ground with a heavy thud. She lies in the darkest corner of the hut. A tiny stream leaves the shadow and creeps over the stone flagging, dye- ing it crimson, until it disappears through a crevice in the floor. A low and almost human cry rises upon the still night air, and as it dies away in a despairing wail, a horror possesses Nedranoff. Can it be his love in the form of a were-wolf? Is she—? but he cannot brook the thought. With a quick stride he reaches the fire and lights a torch. As he turns toward the intruder again, he hears the bells on a chapel ringing far over the snows. “Ah ! ” he whispers, “midnight, and she will be herself again. I shall know ; I must know,” and he kneels by the dark form on the flagging. It is the figure of a woman, wrapped from head to foot in a long cape. It is Arthenovitch, his sweetheart ! He gently draws aside the folds of the garment, baring her beauti- ful face and disclosing the clotted blood upon her bosom, which is as white as SOMKRVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 7 the snowdrifts of the plain. The wind, entering through the rude walls, blows aside her long, fair hair. He touches her hand and the blue eyes open and look up, love lighted, into his. “Ah ! Do not- chide me ! ” she cries softly. ‘'I thought I could take that life which is so much to me, lest Siberia possess it. I have failed. Forgive me,” she gasps, “I thought of the cold, the hunger. I love you. Ah ! Nedranoff, clasp me in your strong arms, e’er I die.” Her voice is weaker than a whisper now. “I—love,” but the next moment she has left Nedranoff alone in the desolate hut, alone with his grief and God. Ube Emeralb. My home was in a clift of rock, and there in the semi-darkness I lived as time went on. For ages I had existed thus. Ah ! when the world was young and restless. Yes, before the voice of man was ever heard. I might have been there yet had it not been for a ventur- ous hunter, who in climbing the height had dropped from his belt a knife, which fell noisily down the rocks and lodged where I reposed. The day was drawing to a close and through the dark shadows of evening he could not see where his knife lay ; so he lighted matches, which, held among the rocks, caused me to sparkle brightly in the gloom. Seeing me he uttered a cry of joy and grasped me eagerly, then placed me in the leather wallet at his belt, where I was carried for many days. One day he sold me to a Jew ; and with many other valuable stones I was sent to be shaped and polished. The hands of the skillful workman caused me to shine brighter than ever before. How brightly I sparkled in the jew- eler’s window. The eyes of many peo- ple gazed at me. In the faces of many was the look of greed and covetousness. Among the many strange people was a young man, who by his looks, had ad- mired me for several days. One day he entered the store, and I, with several of my kind, was placed before him on the show case, artistically arranged on velvet. Of them, I was chosen for my brilliancy and size. He left me to be set in a ring of gold which he intended for a gift to a maiden whom he dearly loved. My setting being completed I was taken to the youth who had bought me. For days he carried me with him, and one night, while in his room, he slipped me over the end of his little finger, while my green splendor sparkled in the lamp light. I heard him sigh and murmur audibly, “Would you were a diamond.” With these words he left his lodging and took me with him to the home of his fair friend. As she anticipated his arrival, the maiden met him at the door, and he slipped me over her finger while meditating in the hall. Then, kissing her delicate lips, they passed into the parlor, where the evening was spent in congratulations. They were very happy together, these two young people. Life yvas to them as a May day, for in youth hope runs high. Rut all these things have an end, and all things living must die. The season had scarcely passed away when the maiden began to fade in health, and as the winter drew near she was sent to a distant country lo regain health and strength. The hand on which she bore me grew thinner and thinner and the bine veins more dis- tinct. A hundred times a day she would look at me and press me to her lips, and whisper how how much she loved him who had given me. Then she would pray that she might live for his sake. One day when spring was come again she sent me to him at his sorrowful home. With trembling hands he tore open her letter, but before he had fin- ished reading he buried his face in his hands, and his dry sobs came as though his heart would break. The years have passed and still he wears me upon his breast and in his sor- rowful heart has faith that they will meet again when life is over, for all liv- ing things must die. And only such as I can exist forever. S SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. largely LUMNI NOTES. The class of ’99, S. L. S., held its annual re- union December 26 in the Latin School build- ing. After an informal reception by Headmas- ter Baxter dancing took place in the lower hall. The gathering was attended. About half the class attended a re- union of Latin'97, at the Colson, Decem- ber 28. Headmaster Baxter received. An elegant picture of the Fountain of Lions at the Alhambra was recently presented to the Latin School by the class of '98. In the exclusive lists of those receiv- ing the highest honors at Harvard we find the names of Garland, Cole, Thierry and Ilosnier, a quartet of brilliant Latin School graduates. The E. H. S. Alumni Association will hold a dancingparty at Anthoine’s Hall February 8. Chapman, L. ’96, is a Junior Proctor at Boston University this year. Miss Isabella Knight, L. ’95, Tufts ’99, is assistant librarian in the library of the Salem Normal School. Miss Charlotte Price, S. L. S., ’96, has passed the examinations for second year honors at Radcliffe. Miss Bessie Davis, L. ’95, Radcliffe, ’99, is teaching in the Chatham High School, Chatham, N. Y. Herschel Wilder Lewis, L. ’92, Har- vard, ’96, has been appointed principal of the Essex High School. Among the former pupils of the E. H. S. at present enrolled in the Bryant Stratton Commercial School we notice Miss Ruphena M. Benner, ’99, and Messrs. Chester E. Peterson, Myron P. Lewis and Howard S. Giles. “What is the complexion of your little baby sister, dark or fair?” asked a lady of a small boy. “To tell the truth,” was the reply, “ she is a little yeller.”—Ex. To Our Flag. AUSTIN if. U’OIIKS, S. L. S, 01. Poem winning the prize offered by the Women’s Relief Corps for the best patriotic composition by a member of the High Schools. Wave in the breezes of Freedom, Bask in its mellow light, H ide not a bar nor a single star. Banner of truth and right. Let the eyes of the nations behold thee Unstained by the lust of gain. No brand of Oppression upon thee Marked by a people's pain. When you loom through the battle's smoke As the war-clouds clear away, Be Justice's cause, as e'er it was, Thine own, though small the pay. May thy two-score stars and five Spread even a brighter light, Than the few of old that decked thy fold Through Oppression's gloomy night. And e'er when the strife is ended And the tyrant has fought in vain, Be thine the fate, o'er a peaceful state. Serenely to float again; To lead like a guiding beacon light The oppressed of every clime Safe to the strand of Freedom's land Enlightened and sublime. Not to lead on a tyrant band Over blood-stained fields of woe To wrest domain, through death and pain From the hand of a fallen foe, But just be thy mission, dear banner, While time and earth abide; Still keep in fame thine honored name, Our flag shall be our pride. Radiator Accounts Approved. This is to certify that we have exam- ined the accounts of Mark R. Jouett, Jr., business manager, and of G. Leon Peirce, treasurer of the Somerville High School Radiator, and do hereby declare them approved. Per committee: Aunita N. Fales. Ralph F. Perry. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 9 Zbe ‘lUnbetcuiTents of Garrison £Hit . WILLIAM JEXXIXGS. Almost a Fight. When I came home from camp last summer, after being away seven months, I found that on one point in connection with my experience, many of my friends and acquaintances were fond of ridicul- ing me. They often said to me in a joking way, “-You’re a great soldier! Didn’t get outside of the State, or even see a Spaniard.” I felt somewhat sen- sitive at the time, and usually retorted with the remark that some one had to stay at home to protect the women and cowards, and that it was through no pusillanimity on my part that I was kept within the borders of Massachu- setts instead of Cuba. This was often followed by a general banter of words on both sides. Sometimes they asked how near I came to fighting, and I usu- ally answered by telling the following story. Two or three times a week we were sent on long marches to harden our muscles and to fit us for any emergency that might arise—for this was before the war was over. On these expeditions we went now as though we were going through a hostile country, as indeed we were on this occasion. Skirmishing parties were usually sent out on all sides to protect the main force. These consisted of four men in each party, with a corporal in charge. It was down at Marblehead Neck that I happened to be among a party sent out to 'the left of the line. We were scouting the country in a thorough man- ner when we came across a farm house, where we struck a snag in the form ot six burly farmers, who would not allow us to pass. At the time I was about a hundred yards in the rear of the party, as I had come across a well, and had satis- fied my thirst by lying down flat on my face and drinking without the conven- ience of a cup. When I had come up with the others, the farmers were menacing them with scythes and pitchforks. Now the leader of the farmers, or perhaps the man for whom the other men worked, was about as savage a looking man as I care to lay eyes upon. His hair was red, and his black eyes, high cheeks and long beard would have put to blush the most villainous pirate ever depicted in a dime novel. I felt for the first time in my life that there was a possibility of my taking human life, and the sensation that stole over me was far from agree- able. The corporal ordered us not to pay any attention to them, but to go forward. As we started to obey, the leader made a lunge at us, at the same time encouraging the other men and setting a large mastiff dog on us. The corporal, realizing that the farmers were in earnest, called a halt, and with con- summate skill and judgment gave the order, “fix bayonets,” which was quickly complied with, and we started to go for- ward with charged bayonets. This move on our part was a complete sur- prise to our adversaries, who, seeing that further resistance would be fool- hardy, allowed us to pass unmolested. The dog, however, was still determined, and kept at us for some distance, and was only warded off by continual prod- ding from our bayonets. As we passed them they sent after us volley after vol- ley of the most terrible oaths which, if, as they desired, could come true, would have sent us into the worst corner of Dante’s infernal region. This was the nearest I came to a fight. A Funny Incident. I doubt if there is any place where more funny incidents occur than in the volunteer army. Unlike the lounging regular, the volunteer is ever ready to do some mischief. The regular army man has done the same thing so many times that he ultimately becomes almost a machine. On the other hand, the vol- unteer is ever ready for new ideas to help him acquire the highest proficiency in whatever line of work his duty may IO SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. call him. Between drill periods and at other times this spirit of eagerness on the part of the recruit is always leading him up to some prank of blanket tossing, mock guard duty, or sending a new man to headquarters for his pay late at night, which is one of the most absurd things to do in the army. The following incident occurred at Fort Warren last summer. There was a young man who slept in the same “shack” as I who was very fond of keep- ing late hours at the Fort Canteen. The fellows said that they would play a joke on him some night when he arrived late. So they found a large pail and filled it full of water and placed it on the top of the door, which was slightly ajar, so that it attained a perfect equilibrium on top of it. We all lay down and waited for the young man to put in an appearance. After moments of expected silence—crash ! splash ! bang !—down came the bucket. But to our dismay it did not fall on the intended, but on the innocent head of the officer of the day, “who was going round to see that every- one was in bed after ‘ taps.’ ” What was intended for a joke threatened for a time to become a sad catastrophe. When we discovered who the victim was we were thrown into a state of conster- nation, and fear and doubt took posses- sion of us as to the outcome. Visions of the guard house, hard tack and water, and policing all flitted in panoramic views before our mental visions, and more than one fellow made a bolt for a window to get away from the scrutiniz- ing glance of the “officer of the day.” The fellows were all standing gaping in the dark, and were a comical sight to behold with their blankets wound round them. They looked like Indians getting ready for a war dance. As they stood thus, wondering what was going to hap- pen next, the “officer of the day” chimed in after he had taken the bucket from his head, “Well, boys, what does this mean ?” For a moment no one answered. Finally, explanations were in order. After the officer had listened to the ex- planation he said, “Well, I was a private myself once and did things much the same as you have done this evening, so turn in and go to sleep.” Congratulat- ing ourselves on getting off so easy, we lay down to sleep. The intended vic- tim met his fate a few evenings later. “All’s well that ends well.” Volunteer vs. Regular. During the war with Spain there ex- isted a strong rivalry between the vol- unteers and the regulars, which mani- fested itself whenever occasion offered. This rivalry was not confined to the pri- vates in the line, but existed among the higher officers, and, for that matter, even in the mind of the secretary of war him- self. Every move made by our army in this country was done through the vari- ous politicians from the different States, who wanted this or that regiment sent to the front. So that between ambitious generals in the army and scheming poli- ticians there was waged a merry war. But as what I am to relate does not take us past Boston 11 arbor, and not higher than a private in the rear rank, I will let the dignitaries pass. Now this feeling of rivalry existed very strongly at Fort Warren, where I happened to be stationed, which was, by the way, a very good place to keep out of the way of Spanish bullets. There lived in my “shack” a fellow who was ever doing what he ought not, and never what he ought. Everything, violation of rules or practical jokes, could be traced to him if thoroughly sifted. Yet do what he would, he never saw the inside of the guard house for comoral pu n i sh m e n t. One evening a bright idea came to him, which no sooner caught his fancy than he commenced to put it into execu- tion. It was to dress in the guise of an officer and order the regulars about, lie first secured a few banana skins, cut them in shape, and pinned them on the shoulders of his blouse, to appear like an officer’s shoulder straps. The next step was to dress up his cap to give it the proper appearance, lie then se- cured a “sergeant-major’s” sword. Ultimately he was all togged out and looked every inch an officer. The news of what was up was quickly dissemin- ated through the camp, so that as he departed toward the “ regulars’ ” quar- ters all the fellows crowded in front of SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. their doors to wish him success, and waited to see the fun. Woe to him if he were detected by a real officer! The evening shades were fast darkening as he came up to where the regulars were lounging in front of their quarters. He had passed the Rubicon ; there was no turning back now. As he advanced in all his bravery, they quickly jumped to their feet and saluted. The deception was complete. Feeling sure of his ground, he ordered some of them to their quarters; others he sent to police the fort. They reluctantly obeyed, and growled at what they called “ monstrous orders. But a commissioned officer has despotic sway in the army, and to disobey meant the guard house. They worked assiduously for a time, thinking they would soon be relieved. But time wore on and no release came ; they began to wonder why they were not recalled, and finally sent one of their number to seek their “top-sergeant” for an explanation. Meanwhile the would-be officer made his way back to his quarters, quickly put aside his rig, during which encomiums were being showered on him thick and fast, and his praises were sung as loud as any paean of victory in the ancient 11 days. This done, he went out with the other fellows and encouraged the “regu- lars ” to do their work with jeers .and jokes. When the first sergeant came on the scene he made inquiry as to who or- dered them about. They answered that some volunteer officer had done it whom they did not know. Diligent inquiry failed to bring to light the officer. As the regulars retired to their quarters their wrath was increased by three long “Ila, ha, ha’s” from a hundred or more volunteers. The most minute search failed to dis- close the slightest trace of the missing officer. The officers in command were perplexed and astounded to think that anv one had the audacity to act as an officer ; for this was the conclusion they came to after careful search and reason- ing. The men who were ordered about, however, were in deep perplexity, and continued so to a late date. Such a trick as this was too much for them, and it was a long time before iheir wrath and indignation ceased to boil over. That night in the would-be officer’s “ shack ” the fellows joined hands round the great stove in the centre of the room and sang “ He’s a jolly good fellow.” LINES TO THE SPEEDED YEAR. Father Time another cycle With his pole, Scything always ruthless onward Toward his goal, Hath felled with endless motion In his soul. Let all the round-voiced bells Chaotic toll. Ring in the new! Ring out the old ! O garbed bones of Father’s yearly Barbecue, Haunting skeleton of yestcr's Residue, Mocking shadow of the past, Sacliez from view. Pursue thy fleeing course. rime’s Wandering Jew. Ring out the old ! Ring in the ew : 12 SOM ICR VILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Why is a goat “not quite?” He is “all but.” I love its winsome warble, I love its gentle flow ; I love to wind my tongue up, I love to hear it go. Columbus made an egg stand, but some Italians of less renown have made a peanut stand. Girls often go to church not so much for the sermon as for the “hymns.” “IIow did you get along at school to- day, Tom,” asked the pater at the supper table. “ Papa, our physiology says our con- versation at meals should be of a pleas- ant character.” CAVE CANEM. With fervent admiration She fired his youthful breast ; With fervent exclamation Her father did the rest. “My task in life,” said the pastor, complacently, “ consists in saving young men.” “Oh,” replied the maiden, “save a nice looking one for me.” John — “ Why did you stop in front of the looking glass ? ” James — “Oh, just stopped to re- flect.” DOCILE DOMESTIC. Mistress (to new servant)—“We have breakfast generally about 8 o’clock.” New Servant — “Well, mum, if I aint down to it, don’t wait.” EDITORIAL REPARTEE. Subscriber — “Why is my paper al- ways so damp ? ” “ Because there is so much due on it.” THE MYSTIC. “Yes, I lost my watch in the river once, and it kept on running for seven years.” “ The watch ?” “ Nah, the river.” IIE WORE HIS “s” REVERSED. The thunder roared The clouds grew big, The lightning flashed And killed —a pig. RUBBER. Teacher — “ Johnny, form a sentence containing the word rudder.’ ” John — “I’d rudder be home than here.” HE NEEDED HAIR RESTORER. Teacher—•“ Translate II riavaitque quatre chevatix. ” Pupil—“He had only four hairs.” Professor (at the last lecture of the term)—“The examinations are nowin the hands of the printer. Are there any questions to be asked on the examina- tion?” Voice (from the rear)—“Who’s the printer?” THE DIFFERENCE. The One—“I had a cute girl at the dance last night. Where were you?” The Other—“I had acute rheumatism at home.” SOM ERVI LLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 13 “ Where was the Magna Charta signed?” asked the teacher. “Please, sir, at the bottom.” CHARACTER SKETCH. “Man is like unto a kerosene lamp— He isn’t especially bright; He’s often turned down, usually smokes, And frequently goes out at night.” It is useless for physicians to argue against short-sleeved dresses. The Constitution of the United States says : “ The right to bear arms shall not be in- terfered with.” SPUD THE AUTHOR. Lettuce then be up and doing, Turnip on the wrongs of life, Beet your neighbor, still pursuing, Cabbage honors in the strife. “Now do you understand?” shouted the infuriated professor, as he hurled the ink bottle at an exasperating student. “I think I have an inkling, sir,” the bespattered student replied. MODEST CICERO. Teacher—“Where was Cicero born?” Pupil (with a happy thought)—“Cicero was borne in the arms of the multitude into the Capitol.” A—“Did you hear about the man get- ting shot on Main street yesterday?” B—“No, what for ? Tell me about it.” A—“To go gunning with.” “ My wife,” said the lantern-jawed man, “is as womanly a woman as you can find, but she can hammer nails like lightning.” “ Wonderful,” sang the chorus. “Lightning,” continued the man with the lantern jaws, “seldom strikes twice in the same place.” JOHNNIE WAS A FRESHMAN. “Johnnie,” said Johnnie’s little brother, “a fly is a fly because it flys, isn’t it?” “Yes.” “And a flea is a flea because it flees, isn’t it?” “Shouldn’t wonder.” “Then why are bees bees?” “Because they be,” laughed Johnnie. IS IT ? Fisherman—“I bet you don’t know what a landing net is.” Young Lady—“It’s a slang term fora hammock, isn't it?” A HOPELESS CASE. “ I knew a very modest man So modest be it said, He never passed a garden When the flowers were in bed.” A Tommy Atkins once asked an Indian if he knew why the sun never set on the British Empire. “Yes,” replied the Indian, “because the Great Spirit is afraid to trust an Englishman in the dark.” A note for dull people. “B” sharp. A street Arab stood on a weighing ma- chine, In the light of the lingering day ; Then a counterfeit penny he dropped in the slot, And silently stole a-weigh. Exchanges. We acknowledge the following ex- changes : Argiis, Lowe I Review, Stu- dent's Review, Hedding Graphic, Alding- ton, 111., Cherry and White, Enterprise, Easterner, Oivlct, Record, Kansas City, R. M. T. S. Register, Rcveiw, Boone, la., Racquet Bulletin, Dedham, Mass., Saint Paul's Life, Quill and Oak I.eaves. We thank the R. M. T. S. Register for the compliment paid our Christmas number. We arc requested to insert this article in our paper : All editors of college, school, or class papers will confer a kindness to the Amateur Publication Exchange Bureau by copying this in- sertion and sending a copy of their paper to the Amateur Publication Ex- change Bureau, Terre Haute, Ind. An exchange column would improve greatly the Saint Paul's Life. The December issue of the “ Distaff ” is very well arranged, and the young ladies of the editorial staff deserve much praise. 4 SOM ERVI LLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 1900. A scrap-book—History of the prize- ring- Have you heard Snowman’s new and original translation of Hum? Egad! What troubles we do have, translating those French exclamations! “When Vinal is good, lie’s very, very good, and when he is bad, he is horrid.” We have heard of birds of prey (pray) but never of “religious horses” as Miss Keyes has. So Nisus and Euryalus followed their heads after they were cut off and placed on poles. Did Menelaus belong to the Salvation Army ? We read in the Iliad that he was good in the VVarcry. Ilomcr tells us that a certain old woman was a wool dresser. No doubt she was a ladies’ barber. Helen “shook” her husband and was in turn shaken by Aphrodite. Served her right. Basketball games are very interesting if the demand for the tickets is any in- dication. The tickets are at a premium. The social committee must have put in some hard work making the cobwebs for the social. Vinal takes a “constitutional” every day in the shape of a quarter mile run. Sometimes he is accompanied by Bacon. If we follow the opinions of leading persons, we are today living in both the 19th and 20th centuries. Make the most of this experience while you can. The “Devil’s Handshake,” as per- formed by several of our young men, is really quite artistic. Exhibitions are going on every recess. It is stated that King Richard, for the first time uttered his famous excla- mation, “A horse, a horse ! ” when he came to a knotty point in his Latin. What a rush there was for Mr. Bax- ter’s desk, when the marks from Har- vard came. The boys made a very good showing, especially in History. Animated meetings of hockeyites are being held daily on our floor. A crowd is easily gathered and skating is the chief topic of conversation. A photograph committee has been chosen to recommend a class photog- rapher. Another committee has also been chosen to nominate the officers for graduation. The Class Social was a very enjoy- able affair. It was held on the first Friday evening of this month and was well attended, so well that the class came out ahead of expenses. A cob- web party, in which nearly all partici- pated, was first enjoyed and then dancing began. Mr. Baxter dismissed the gathering about n o’clock. 1901. Bennett is a composer of new words. “Surparssed” is his latest. Teacher(in Virgil)—“Who was lulus?” Pupil—“Julius Cmsar.” Some wonder if the sensation was SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. •5 pleasing to Venus when she “dropped her countenance.” Mental and wireless and, in short, all kinds of telegraphy, are prohibited dur- ing study hours. When asked where a certain word was made Wilkins replied, “Nominative, singular, genitive, feminine.” “Teucrums” is a new pronunciation of Trojaus, introduced by Miss Whitta- ker. Why does this class not give a social ? Now we have become juniors that privi- lege is allowed us. Miss Woodman evidently thought “navigate” and “irrigate” synonymous when she said “It was not the season to navigate the plains.” 1902. The office of president of a Greek society is no sinecure now. According to a bright translator, Caesar kept a large supply of Gallic chieftains in camp—probably on ice. The boys evince a decided dislike to shaking hands with Mr. Hawes since the snowballing season began. The Kappa Phi Kta “made a night of it” some time ago, with the result that some came to school not fully dressed the next morning. Cassar evidently took good care of his horses, for according to one bright pupil, he had several “veterinary” le- gions in his army. The First Division boys have sud- denly grown very luxurious in their tastes. Doubtless the pillows help them in their Latin. Some of the quotations from Chaucer were very interesting, and the way some of us pronounced old English was unique at any rate. We of the First Division await with great curiosity and some anxiety Miss Paul's next change in the seating of her scholars. The Theta Delta Sigma hats are with- out doubt rather warm, but the wicked boys’ interpretation of the meaning of the letters is more so. Teacher—“What English word is de- rived from melas (black)?” Pupil—“Melancholy.” Teacher—“What is the meaning of melancholy ? ” Bright Pupil—“Blue.” 1903. It is with regret that we part with Miss Kanally. An instructor's advice: “If you’ve got the grippe you had better let go.” According to Garland, Bibles are printed different nowadays. Heard in the class and resolutely de- fended : “Nine times nothing equals nine.” One of our young ladies dared to in- timate that McCoy was nothing. Just ask the football players. Miss A— must have gone through the land of contractions to secure those answers. We infer from a recitation given by a member of the Second Division, that Nearchus performed a wonderful feat by meeting Alexander in the desert with his fleet. Teacher—“McCoy, what did you see at the museum ? ” McCoy—“The Parthenon.” Teacher—“What did it look like?” McCoy—“It looked like a lot of fel- lows on horseback.” A HOY S DEFINITION. Old Gentleman—“Do you mean to say that your teachers never thrash your Little Boy—“Never. We have moral suasion at our school.” Old Gentleman—“ What’s that ? ” Little Boy—“Oh, we get kept in, and stood up in corners, and locked out, and locked in, and made to write one word a thousand times, and scowled at, and that’s all.”—Ex. He—“Do you know what would have been a good epitaph for Robert Ingcr- soll’s grave ? ” She—“No. What ? ” He—“Robert Burns.”—Ex. Do you hear the ocean moaning, Ever moaning, soft and low ? ’ Pis because that fat old bath - Stepped upon its undertoe.—Ex. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 16 1900. Where is the ice for our hockey team? In what century do we live? Ask Wallon. How many have paid their class dues up to date? Those complaining about our senior caps have suddenly dropped the subject. Ilosmer and Wallon should finish the debate on the century question so ably begun the other morning. By the appearance of some of the basket ball girls an ambulance corps should be organized at once. The whist party and dance of the Toujours Amies Fideles was a marked success. We all regret the illness of our class- mate, Edna E. Winship, who has our heartfelt sympathy. Do not forget the date of our dance, February 27. Have all engagements in harmony with that date. We have already been driven from one room at recess in our zeal to con- vince a few that they live in the nine- teenth century. We have selected our photograph committee which is : Miss Tufts, Miss Mayhew, Miss Lambert, Mr. Wallon, Mr. Grant and Mr. Lombard. IIow the members of Division D did shudder at the murderous Indian stories told in connection with “The Last of the Mochians.” Owing to pressing outside duties, Lewis, to our regret, has resigned his position on the executive committee of the class. Kimball has been elected to fill the vacancy. We have had several class meetings recently. The girls attended in a body, but there were scarcely six boys at any of them. Don’t let the girls “run” everything, boys! We are told that somewhere in the north there is a statue of almost every Union general except A. P. Ilill. We have a living statue in our class in the person of A. Philip Ilill. Why shouldn’t 1900 have a debating society? It is not too late to start now, and judging from the unexpected flow of language in the debate of Elocution A, we should have one even more suc- cessful than that of last year’s class. Serious reflection was put on our class by some one writing “1900” on the floor of the lower hall on the night of the Camera Club lecture. We hope the guilty party will remove the stain from our class as soon as possible. We wish to announce the membership of Mr. Whitcomb, Mr. Corthell, Miss Nichols and Miss Merrill in the S. E. II. B. B. A. Their example should be fol- lowed by the rest of the faculty; en- couragement of this sort is the best that the association can receive. Every member of the class should take at least three tickets for the dance and sell them. They may be obtained from the committee, which is: Miss White, Miss Marceau, Mr. Kimball, Mr. Lombard and Mr. Stone. The com- mittee would like all to take more if possible, as it is important that the affair be made a success. SOMKRVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 17 The annual Senior Mid Year Dance is to be given February 27, at Professor Anthoine’s Academy. Neither time nor money are spared by the energetic committee in charge to make the affair a success. We made a name for our- selves last year by our drama and dance. We must surpass it now. Support it, seniors! If you don’t dance, sell tickets to those who do. 1901. Whitiker is now our class president. I lave you graced the lecture hail plat- form yet ? Who was it that said a dead man is the neuter gender ? McCarthy says Philip was too sleepy to be married. Did some one propose shin-guards for the track team? We are all sorry that 11 unkins, our class president, has left school. The executive committee have been elected. Now the sleigh ride and dance are next in order. Whitiker has discovered a new disease called lint on the stomach. It can be easily developed by chewing the rag. Bradford hereby challenges any per- son in the school who thinks he is in the 19th century for a debate. 1902. The members of Room 23 are proud to have among them a visitor from the 20th century. The pupil who translated tres heurerise “very happy,” must have had three study periods in mind. Suggestion to “some young ladies”— Why not write a “Basket Ball Song” of your own ? Some young ladies think that Mr. Hadley ought to let us sing “Page 200” with “Basket Ball Team,” in place of “Foot Ball Team.” The gods appear not to smile on our efforts to hold a class meeting. In one week two attempts to assemble have been frustrated. “Better late than never.” The Debating Club's first debate of the new year was on the subject of the Transvaal. It was decided, according to the merits of the debate and of the subject, that England's claims in the Transvaal are justifiable. 1903. “The bell has rang.” Cows are ruminant animals — girls, also. Who can state the number of times we have sung “Jack Frost ? ” McLaughlin seems to be a very prom- ising candidate for the track team. That Small boy again, coasting down hill on a board. We wish to state emphatically that Mr. Hadley’s torpedo story is not a “Twice Told Tale.” The first year pupils of Room 23 would like very much to be allowed down on the first floor with the rest of the freshmen. Teacher in History—“Who was Ly- sander ? ” Pupil (without thought)—“He was a young man.” At our class meeting January 5, offi- cers were elected as follows : President, Albert J. Goode ; vice president, Blanch L. Holman ; secretary, N. Louise Fife ; treasurer, Florence Ham. The First Snowstorm. .VARY' NEALES NEALES, S. L.S., ’03. The snow is gently falling, falling. The bare trees lift their boughs on high. Each little Hake is sadly calling To the autumn leaves a fond good-bye. The outline of the distant mountain Now fades to haze of mournful gray. The gay voice of the rippling fountain Is hushed in sleep till merry May. O’er all the little stars, their watch are keeping, And God's great winds go rushing by, Till wearied with their restless sweeping, They sob a last weird vacant sigh. i8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Phi Sigma Theatricals. Unitarian Hall was comfortably crowded last '1 hursday evening by a thoroughly appreciative audience, gath- ered to witness the presentation of the four-act comedy, “For One Night Only,” by the Phi Sigma Club. Perhaps there is no more pleasant anticipation than that of enjoying a truly interesting dramatic effort. This anticipation was fully realized in every phase of the Phi Sigma play. In the chaos of amateur theatricals seldom is a truer note struck than was reached by this highly success- ful production, well chosen and scien- tifically portrayed. Following is the cast of characters: Prof. Martin Goldwhinney. .William L. Mercer, Jr. I)r. Leopold Newman, liis son-in-law, Charles A. Stack pole Mr. Charles Harkins.............T. Frank Flynn Jack Harkins, his son, whose “noin do theatre” is Emil Hawkins....Itobert Bennett Spartan Spurgius Spotts, a theatrical manager, leading heavy....S. Henry Wilkins Snapington (ioit................John C. Haartz Mrs. Goldwhinney.......................Alexander Graham Mrs. Newman t , i Chester H. Brown Paula 'er daughters, } c A R Sanl)orn Bosa, a maidservant.......................Robert Nichols William L. Mercer, Jr., as the hood- winked professor, displayed considera- ble natural ability in firmly sustaining a part of unusually difficult grasp. His gradual physical decline throughout his anxieties was a real dramatic touch. S. Henry Wilkins threw his whole soul into the heavy part of Spotts, the man- ager. The tragic cast of this character gave, perhaps, the best opportunity offered for individual brilliancy—an op- portunity which no one could have PPAPPE SOCIETY MOTES. Devoted ro the interests of the School Organizations. grasped better than Wilkins. Mrs. Leopold Newman’s loving interest in her husband’s affairs, her profile, and her evening gown everywhere created favorable comment. Mrs. Newman was the invaluable contribution of Chester Holbrook Frown, whose reputation is of last year’s standing. Seldom is such a fascinating girl seen as Paula was por- trayed by C. Ashton R. Sanborn. San- born smiled, pouted, teased, fainted and flirted with clever Jack Harkins, in a way which seemed little short of heroic to a small circle of acquaintances, who were aware of his critical physical con- dition. Sanborn every bit deserved the handsome bouquet which greeted him upon his entrance. Adapted to the peculiar abilities of the boys, the play abounded in dramatic possibilities and stages of theatrical crisis. Each ridiculous climax, thor- oughly laughable in itself, was outdone by the next until the culmination came in the grand tea table fiasco, caused by the appearance of King Titus Tarsius in all his glory. The interest of the audience never once waned from the pirouetting entrance of Rosa till the last meUe, in which the professor, de- stroying for good his sublime Roman tragedy, the cause of all his trouble, cries in bitter accents, “Thus I rend thee limb from limb.” The financial advantages of the affair went to the Athletic Association. The Misses Ina G. Thompson, Gertrude F. Vinton, Eva Lewis, Helen E. True, Nathalie 1C. Kinsman, Hazel Bennett, Helen L. McGann and Bessie M. West- gate officiated as ushers. Pierce’s Or- chestra furnished its usual standard music. After the play, dancing was enjoyed until 12 o’clock. Much credit is due Manager Haartz and Stage Man- ager Clock for their admirable arrange- ments. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. •9 Toujours Amies Fideles. A highly successful whist party and dance was given by this society of K. II. S. senior girls, January 11, in Anthoine’s Hall. 'I'he unusual atten- dance was more than the club had bar- gained for. The whist prizes were won by Mr. James Loud and Miss Hazel Bennett. An order of ten dances was furnished by the Amity Orchestra of Malden. Class Social. The first class social of the season was held by the Latin School seniors in the school building, Friday evening, January 5. In the cobweb competition, the prizes were won by Misses Kathan, Maddox and Messrs. Kaula and Hills. 'I’he booby prizes were awarded to Miss Hooper and Mr. Farnham. Afterwards dancing was enjoyed in the lower hall, music being furnished by Miss Lucy Kingman, Mr. C. A. Murphy and Mr. C. S. Harts. Headmaster Baxter chap- eroned the gathering. A pleasing col- lation was served. The hall was taste- fully decorated with the emblems of the class societies, and the settees were plentifully punctuated with artistically decorated sofa pillows. In charge was Pres. I ’. A. Moore, assisted by the fol- lowing committee: R. H. Keniston, chairman, Messrs. Harts, Sturtevant and Meyer, Misses Stearns, Hodgkins, Keyes and IIarmer. Phi Sigma Club. The annual supper of the Phi Sigma Ciub was held at Parker’s, Tuesday evening, January 9. Kntertainment was furnished by the club single and double quartets, with solos by Sanborn and Wilkins. George L. Baxter and Frank M. Hawes were present and both spoke a few words. The new officers of the fraternity are: President, Chester Holbrook Brown ; secretary, C. Ashton R. Sanborn ; treasurer, William M. Mer- cer, Jr. Club Dance. The Kappa Phi Fta Club will give a dance at Professor Anthoine’s dancing academy, Thursday evening, January 25. Music will be furnished by Young’s Orchestra and refreshments will be served by L. F. Brown. Tickets, 50 cents a couple. Basket Ball Dance. A dance will be held under the auspices of the Latin School Basket Ball Association at Anthoine’s Hall, February 20. In charge is the follow- ing committee : Lillian Stearns, Bessie Densmore, Bertha Keves, Mary Harmer, Georgie Clarke and Anna Glidden. Tickets, 50 cents. E. H. S. Senior Dance. The annual Senior Mid-Year Dance of the English High School will be held at Professor Anthoine’s Academy, Feb- ruary 27, 1900. Tickets, 50 cents. The committee in charge are: Mabel 1 :. White, chairman ; Laura M. Mar- ceau, Harry A. Stone, Ernest R. Kim- ball and Lewis Lombard. Basket Ball. An audience of some fifty assembled to see Somerville’s first basket ball scrim- mage with an out-of-town team January 4 at Bacon Hall, Union Square. All those fortunate enough to secure tickets confessed themselves well repaid for their trouble. To everyone the game was satisfactory; to many it was a reve- lation. The determination, quickness, and coolness combined which the girls everywhere manifested showed why basket ball as a woman’s exercise has at- tained its present deserved popularity. Cambridge presented a smaller team than expected, but a team thoroughly seasoned and up to date in all forms of united and trick play. Our girls only withstood this by magnificent individual exhibitions. Cambridge scored twice in the first half, as the Somerville girls were unable to sec through some clever team play. Somerville missed several easy chances to score. The second half was a real athletic exhibition. The ball was caught and thrown with terrifying rapidity. The whole half was a continuous struggle. But twice the leather was whirled by the centre men to the goal throwers, and twice it was tossed through the high 20 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. baskets with two scores for Somerville. The game closed at the referee’s whistle, There were many fouls made, ac- counted for by general inexperience on our part, and by the difficulty of playing in a dance hall after practice in a regu- lar gymnasium on the side of Cam- bridge. Miss Densmore took many desperate chances, and though she fouled repeatedly, proved the connect- ing link between our defense and goal tossers. Miss Richards played an ag- ressive game, securing the advantage on the toss-off regularly. Miss West- gate’s very persistent blocking and Miss Countway's lightning-like catches made a strong defense. Miss Stearns’ cool- headed goal throwing was the feature. For Cambridge the centre men excelled. The line up : SOMKRVILLK. Miss Stearns, g. Miss Kathan, g. Miss Richards, c. Miss Densmore, s. c. Miss Kanaly, s. c. Miss Count way, d. Miss Wcstgate, d. CAMIJK1DOK '03. d., Miss Lennox d., Miss Dougherty c., Miss Rennet s.c., Miss Ray s. c., Miss Murray g., Miss Johnson g., Miss Webb Captains, Misses Richards and Webb. Score, 4-4; goals, Miss Stearns (2), Miss Webb, Miss Johnson; time, 15-miuute periods. The two coaches of the teams served alternately as officials. E. H. S. Basket. An important change was made by the junior and second year quota two weeks ago. Miss Prescott resigned her position as coach on account of her studies, and Miss Harrington was ap- pointed to fill that position. Another resignation, that of Mildred A. Nichols from the general managership, is filled by Florence G. King. The new senior manager is Laura M. Marceau. Practice has been changed from Clar- endon Hall to Bacon Hall, Union Square, where the girls find better ac- commodation. The juniors are honored by the first class challenge, one from Cambridge, but it will be deferred until the team is chosen. The list of associa- tion members is growing, and some of the teachers have joined its ranks; we wish it could be supported more heartily by the boys, however. To those who do not know of this regulation, the executive committee wish to state: Any person is eligible to honorary mem- bership in the association. “No gentle- men (members of the faculty excepted), shall be admitted to any practice game. In intcrscholastic and inter-class games they shall be admitted on the printed invitation of a member of the team.” Snap Shots. The program committee of the Camera Club, with Dr. Pfeiffer as chair- man, have planned a series of evening meetings. The first of the series of these meetings was held in the physical laboratory, January io. Mr. Poor gave a brief talk on lenses. A discussion of thedifferent kinds of plates, films, paper, and developers ensued. Dr. Pfeiffer ex- plained about mixing the different species of developers. Several flash- lights were taken and the plates were developed. Other meetings will be held on the second Thursday of each month. On Wednesday, January 17, the Cam- era Club held its semi-annual meeting. The officers elected areas follows : Presi- dent, Carlton R. Foster, 1901 ; vice- president, GertrudeT. Bacon; secretary, Helen M. Waldron ; treasurer, Ralph O. Perry. Time and Attraction. At eight P. M. the gaslight's gleam Reveals young Cholly Smart. He’s calling on his lady fair They sit this far Japart. At ten o’clock the question’s popped, Their hearts are tilled with bliss. If we could peep — we’d see that'they Aresittingjustlikethis. — Anonymous. He sallied out one pleasant eve To call on the fair young miss, And when he reached her residence this like stairs the up Ran Her papa met him at the door, He did not see the miss He’ll not go back any more For qo went pOAUt like iqis ! SOMFRVILLF HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 21 The Athletic Association has decided to pay the entrance fees of ten men to the Cambridgeport gymnasium and has engaged Mr. Sampson to train the run- ners until the school meet in March. Mr. Sampson had charge of the candi- dates last year, and brought out a relay team thoroughly fit to compete in the indoor meet. But few candidates have answered Captain Katon’s call, although many promising men have declared their intention of coming out. A possi- ble relay team is Captain Katon and Cummings of last year’s four; Jen- nings, who has proved his speed on many fast teams, among them Battery A's crack aggregation, and Jones, who is new at track work but has shown him- self to be fleet on the football field. Sev- eral men must be picked to represent the school in the 40 and 300 yards dashes. Of last year’s team there are left Taylor for the 1,000 yards, Kimp- ton for the high jump, Noble, 600 yards, and Russell and Peters, weights. It is proposed to run all candidates in the Boston College and B. A. A. meets to give them experience. Here they will oppose the best athletes in the country and cannot expect to win, but there are several small, open school meets where it will be possible for some to capture cups. It is proposed to revise the rules re- garding the awarding of the “S” so that one may be given to each member of the relay team chosen to compete in the interscholastic games. This arrange- ment will give the track team a fair rep- resentation among the wearers of this coveted device. Under the present con- ditions we cannot hope that more than one or two can win points in the school meets, thus gaining the privilege of wearing an “S.” Surely a track man works as hard for the honoras anyone. The extraordinary lack of skating this winter seems to have done much to discourage the hockey team. Xo captain was elected after last season, as all the players expected to graduate. This vacancy has been filled by the execu- tive committee of the Athletic Associa- tion. Funckc, Latin, ’oo, was appointed to captain the team. Few candidates have presented themselves, but these are making rapid progress in learning the new Canadian game which has been substituted for polo. A coach has never been needed for the polo teams, but, owing to the little time available to learn this much more scientific game, the services of a coach could be used to advantage if the association were able to meet the unusual expense. The can- didates are Hainan, Bray, Moore, Kenis- ton, Fisher, Harts, Jones, Cassidy and Good. Gunsenhiser and Pipe of last year’s polo team are playing hockey on a fast team, called “The Wanderers.” ?2 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. CAPTAIN JONES. Carleton P. Jones, E. '01, is one ot the cleverest gridiron dodgers that ever wore the red and blue of Somerville. His election as captain of the 1900 foot- ball team was unanimous. Jones won his “S” and first showed what he could do in the English High game in '98. He substituted for Story, at end, in the last few minutes of play, and successfully stopped the High School’s fierce end rushes. Last season he played a brilliant game at half back. Ilis wonderful play- ing against Boston Latin and in the C. M. T. S. game, will not soon be for- gotten. Jones out-punted every kicker in the league. At baseball he played a steady game at centre field last year and was chosen in June to captain this year’s nine. He is a reliable player and well deserves both honors. SOMKRVILLK, 3; C. H. ANI) L., 2. January 17 at Spy Pond, Somerville played her first hockey game, defeating the strong C. II. and L. team that had previously beaten English High. The rushing on both sides was strong in the first half, Cassidy scoring two goals for Somerville and Patch one, followed in the second half by clever defensive work in which Moore excelled. The event of the game has given the team a firm footing. The line-up : SOM KKVII.I.K. C. H. and L. Funcke (Capt.)..forward......Clarkson (Cap'.) Bray.............forward.............Parker Cassidy .........forward............Mayliew Patch............forward.............Murphy Hainan .........cover point........Hastings F. A. Moore.......point Davis Fisher............goal............... Carr Tim� ?—20-minute halves. Coal referees—Gun «n- hisoratid Barnes. Timer—Lyman. Ball will train to represent the school at the indoor meet in the 1,000-yards run. lie has good staying powers and should make a strong runner at this distance. Lyman, captain of the polo team in ■96, is captain of the hockey team of the Newtowne Club. IIafford, who captained our baseball team in '97, is attending Tufts. He played third base for Georgetown Uni- versity last year and was said to be the best amateur batsman in the country. Cambridge High and Latin won the first hockey game of the season by de- feating English High, 2 to o. Turner has been elected manager of Tufts’ football team for 1900 He played tackle on the school team in '96. Hunkins, the assistant manager of the track team, has resigned because of temporary absence from school. It was necessary to postpone the semi- annual meeting of the Athletic Associa- tion because a quorum of 21 could not be procured out of a membership of 400. Such a lack of interest in the manage- ment of the athletics of the schools is deplorable. Should an interscholastic relay team be picked to meet a New York team this year, it seems not unlikely that either Eaton or Jennings may qualify, as they have shown themselves to he strong runners. This would be no small honor to the school. SOMKRVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 23 Basket ball is becoming a popular winter sport in the schools. Hopkinson and Brookline High have entered teams to compete in the sportsman’s show. Moore, Latin, ’00, is showing up well on the hockey team. His position is point. “ Purcell, the Somerville runner, has gone to Exeter, where his running is very well thought of. He covers his distance, the mile, under five minutes regularly.”—Boston Record. Purcell has decided to finish the school year-at Somerville, but as he is preparing for the Harvard examinations he will not run. o A WOEFUL WASTE OF WORDS. lie was a stranger in the town. You could tell it from his cautious manner of walking. It was evening. A stranger on a bicycle approached him. “ Sir,” said the latter, “your beacon has ceased its function.” Ye 01de Fashion Crullers. ALWAYS THE BEST. G. W. CLARK, 40 Prescott Street. “Sir?” “Your illuminator, I say, is shrouded in unmitigated oblivion.” “Really, but I don’t quite — ” “The effulgence of your radiator has evanesced.” “My dear fellow, I “The transversal ether oscillations in your incandescer have been discon- tinued. 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Flynn) (Robert Nichols) Spartan Spurguis Spotts Paula Mrs. Goldwhinnev (S. Henry Wilkins, Jr.) (C. A. R. Sanborn) (Alex Graham) Jl ' ' Prof. Martin Goldwhinnev Dr. F. II. Clock (Win. L. Mercer, .lr.) (Stage Mg’r) Mrs. Newman (Chester II. Brown) Sobert Bennett) (John C. Haartz) (Chas. A. Stackpolc) Somerville T H E High School Radiator. LATIN SCHOOL. ENGLISH SCHOOL. Vol. IX. Somkrvim.k, Massachusetts, Kkijkuaxy, 1900. No. 5. = The Kaimatok h published l� y the Somerville Latin and KnglDh High Schools on the third Thursday ol every month during the school year. Only Important news matter can l� e received after the 10th of the month. Matter for Insertion may he left with any of the editorial stall or In mailed t the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign the full name and address (this Is for reference only). Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. 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THE mid-year mark is passed, the graduating classes have assigned their literary parts and chosen their photographers, the college examinations loom up more darkly than ever in the haze of the future, and we have entered upon, let us hope, the better half of the present school team. Perhaps here we might note that we are on the home- stretch of our Radiator administra- tion. Four issues and only four remain to us, and we would wish in them to attain a hitherto unclimbed pedestal of literary excellence. But as our eyes roam furtively over our blank writing desk and inadvertently seek the scraps in our waste basket, more clearly we see this cherished ambition shattered in as many tiny fragments. O rising nov- elists and budding poets awake from your lethargy and put before the R a- diator a choice of voluntary and un- solicited con t ri but ions. THE Bay State will be no mean con- tributor to the American Educa- tional Exhibit at the great World’s Ex- position. Though the space at Paris is unfortunately limited, Superintendent Rogers will endeavor to give all ex- 4 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. hibitors a fair chance, and has allotted to Massachusetts 12 of his so-called units of installment. Six of these are filled by Boston, the others by Somer- ville, Brookline, Malden, Springfield, Worcester and New Bedford. A sepa- rate room will be devoted to each step of the educational ladder, from primary grades, through grammar, preparatory and Normal schools, up to universities. We are particularly interested in the High School exhibit to which Somer- ville has responded freely. Interior and exterior views of the Latin School will adorn the walls and the English High School will be represented in all its cos- mopolitan branches from art to science, from studio to laboratory. And as we might say, last but not least, somewhere in the American collection, shrouded perhaps in the shadow of more preten- tious rivals, at any rate, more than a fair representative of American High School Journalism, will be found a copy of last June’s Radiator, radiating memories of the “Hill,” and the “City of Homes,” to any stray Somerville sight seer, drift- ing perchance upon its welcoming cover, over the pathless and boundless sea of display. DII) you ever stop to think what in- describable feelings of horror Mar- tha Washington or any other of those powdered dames of antique days would doubtless express were they suddenly trans migrated to the scene of a lively basket ball scrimmage, ’mongst goal throwers, guards and jumping centres galore, ’mongst screams and wails, tum- bling hair and scattering side-combs ? And did you ever stop to think with what unutterable emotions of disgust and pity one of our blooming basket ball girls might suddenly encounter Priscilla or some other prim Puritan maiden assiduously plying her indus- trious spinning wheel, ’midst lint and flax and homespun rolls? No, never. THROUGH the medium of our ex- changes we have learned of the Maine Amateur Press Association, an organization of High School Journals, actively carried on by several members of the staff of each paper interested, meeting at stated intervals and aiming to increase the value and power of the amateur press. It seems to us that this ought to be done in Massachusetts— perhaps at some pre historic time it has been tried and has failed. But if an all- Massachusetts organization is impracti- cable, surely it would be possible for the school magazines around the Hub to form a union which would prove of in- valuable aid to local amateur journalism. We would request our contemporaries to give the matter due consideration and to let us hear their views on the subject in the near future. AS one of our American poets so aptly says, “Now is the much-tied of the year”—gilt edged, lace-papered, endearing messages tied with tinsel twine. The Radiator endeavors to present to its readers an issue a bit in keeping with this prevailing spirit, and without claiming ourselves the credit of another innovation, we allow our artist’s Cupid to announce the first Valentine radiation ever offered to our ever patient critics. OUR frontispiece this month is a half-tone cut of the characters ap- pearing in the play, “Eor One Night Only,” recently presented in Unitarian Hall. The cast embraces all the mem- bers of the Phi Sigma Club, the pioneer dramatic society of the Somerville High Schools. I T was encouraging to note the large 1 atfendanceand all around success of the recent English High School Fresh- men reception. The opportunity thus extended for a social meeting between the parents and instructors of our High School students should be highly valued from either point of view. JT is not true that the Radiator has 1 determined to wage an aggressive war against co-education in High Schools. WHERE, O where is our High School Glee Club? SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 5 H ©ne Cent Dalentine. LESLIE I:. CHAXT. The Atlantic, three days out from Liverpool, was lunging over the long oily seas toward where, a thousand miles away, the torch-lit Goddess stands ever beckoning home and speeding forth her swarming ocean brood. The star- lit sea was quieter than usual when Remington went on deck, so still, in- deed, that quite a number of shadowy forms were sitting about in the lee of the after cabins. Remington chose a seat near the rail, produced a pipe and match-box, and proceeded to “light up.” Before the match was fairly burning, however, he dropped it with trembling fingers. Its transient glare revealed to him, not ten feet away, the face of Dorothy Sterling, for whose sake, he made himself believe, he had gone to Egypt when he was a two years’ younger, and consequently foolisher, man. I say he had made himself be- lieve all this, but now it did not seem at all hard to believe. He lit another match. The last two years in their largesse had been kind to Dorothy as had her other eighteen. Remington thought of all the American girls that Gibson ever penned. Each one contained at least a suggestion of Dorothy, but all fell some- what short. She sat with folded hands and back-tilted head that brought out a certain winsome grace that Gibson never grasped. Queer, how long it took to light that pipe. Another match flared and sput- tered. Horrors! A man was sitting beside Dorothy! If it is true that “ the wicked flee when no man pursueth,” it is equally true that “the lover suspect- eth where no man intendeth.” The match burned long enough to show Remington that it was only her father beside her. 11 is heart climbed slowly down from his throat again and once more resumed its normal activity, while he got up and strolled below with plenty to think of before turning in for the night. Now, gentle reader, why didn’t this ardent young lover rush at first sight to the object of his affections and make his presence known? Only her father, only her father. “To be continued in our next,” as the Fireside Companion or the Home Visitor would have it. Next morning Remington awoke, b unny, isn't it? I believe people gener- ally do after sleeping. Also, he dressed, breakfasted and looked for Dorothy ; dined, and looked for Dorothy ; supped, and looked for Dorothy. At last his patience was rewarded with Dorothy. The chance was too precious to lose, so lie took firm grip of his courage and ap- peared before her, hat in hand, with a “Good evening, Miss Sterling;” that strove to be cool and dignified, but failed utterly. He got more than he bargained for. She rose and advanced to him with both hands outstretched, saying in a reproachful voice, so re- proachful that he felt like a villain : “O, Mr. Remington, why haven’t you writ- ten me in these two long years? Where have you been all this time? Tell me all about it.” He, needless to say, took both the outstretched hands, but, need- ful to say, held them until she saw some one looking and snatched them away. At last he recovered himself and sat down at her side. “Why, I received a letter from your father telling me never to appear at his house again and assur- ing me that all correspondence directed to him or to you would be returned to me unopened. What it was for I don’t know now, and it hit me so hard, think- ing you had a hand in it. that I went to Africa the next week. Because there was no use in staying around town and not seeing you,” he added. She was pleased to ignore his last sentence, though her eyes dropped quickly. “Papa came stamping home from the office one night and said that he had re- ceived from you the most insolent letter he ever had in his life. Then he sat down and wrote you that reply. lie wouldn’t tell me anything, though I tried to find out. further, than that I might as well make up my mind to dis- pense with your company in the future. 6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Oh! he was awful mad about something, and he called you a—a—” “Go on, ” said Remington, grimly. “An insolent young puppy,’” she fin- ished faintly. “Tell me the rest of it,” he demanded. And she, though docility with others was not her most remarkable character- istic, took no umbrage at his tone, and continued : “Also, he said he believed you were drunk when you wrote to him.” “He did, did he? Well, he and I will have a little talk tomorrow. I don’t know what this is all about, but I am going to find out if it takes a leg. What did you do?” He had managed to get quite close to her. “When I heard that you were going to Egypt to fight I—I cried,” she con- fessed with bowed head and burning cheeks. That was enough for Reming- ton. Her hand didn’t escape again. I’m not implying that it tried to. “And so you’ve been to Africa,” she mused. “That Lieutenant Broughton told me of the time you went with ten men and brought in the Arab chief. He says the chief threatened you until you got out your revolver, laid it on your knee and lit a cigarette. Oh, how could you do such a thing when you might be tortured the next minute?” “That’s the first decent story Brough- ton ever told of me in his life. See my hand,” he said, pointing to a long red scar across its back. The chief gave me that to remember him by, and I had to spoil his face for him the next min- ute with the revolver. It didn’t look pretty after it was done, either. But hang Egypt, anyway!” The dusk was deepening now, and as luck would have it, no parental Ster- ling appeared to interrupt. “Probably playing cards with that old grumpy Mifdram,” Dorothy ventured. Reming- ton didn’t contradict her. Her father might have been playing Whisky Poker with Oom Paul Kruger and the Oueen of the Cannibal Islands for all he cared. His absence was all that was desirable. The star-lit sea shone all before them, a likeness of the star-lit sky above. As he looked, he quoted from schoolboy days— “J’etais seul pres des flots Par line nuil d’etoile, Pas un nuage—” “But you are not alone,” she inter- rupted, softly. “Better than that, I am with you,” he returned. Now when two young people get to quoting poetry on a beautiful night, something worse (or better) is sure to follow. After a silence, “Dorothy,” he ventured, feeling his way. Now, in their schooldays he had called her “Dot,” and sometimes in a teasing mood, “Dotty Dimple,” or even “Polka Dot,” but now plain “Dorothy” seemed just as endear- ing and a good bit more dignified. His next quotation was not exactly appro- priate, and though he skipped from France’s poet to the greatest bard of Scotland, it served his purpose. “Dorothy,” he persisted. “Do you re- member “’Gin a body meet a body Cornin’ thro’ the rye ’Gin a body----------” Dorothy remembered. The next morning Remington made up to Francis Havemeyer Sterling, Ksq., with a pocketful of propitiatory cigars and all the courage he could muster, while Dorothy looked on, trembling, from a distance. The surprise of Ster- ling, Ksq., was something wonderful to see. But Remington at last got him seated at a table below and ordered Scotch for two. Then he opened fire. “I received your letter, Mr. Sterling, and could make nothing of it. You treated me as though I were very far from being a gentleman, and I wish to know if you have any grounds for your statement that I must have been drunk when I wrote to you. I wrote you as civil an acceptance of your invitation to dinner as I knew how, and received your insulting letter in reply. I have a right to ask for explanations.” The direct audacity of this attack so utterly amazed the old man that he gasped like a fish out of water, while his face grew red enough to indicate a fit of apoplexy. “Mr. Remington ! I you—do you mean to say-----.” He jumped up from the table and began diving furiously SOMKRVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 7 into first one ancl then another of his Inside coat pockets until he produced a letter fold and took from it an envelope that Remington recognized at once as his own. “Did you ever see that before? Tell me that, Mr. Remington, tell me that ! “Ah, I knew it! don’t attempt to deny it. 1'he younger man extracted the letter and read. “All right, old boy, I'll be down sure, and we’ll have a gay old time. You know I'm going across the puddle next month, and I want to have one good blow-out before that. We’ll have supper at your ranch and then go down to the Bijou. I hear they’ve got some pretty warm members there—and afterwards we can go—well—any old place. I’ll renew my costly acquain- tance with Kitty Fly tor that night, and I guess you can scrape up someone. If there isn't some fun, it will be because I’m not feeling as I am now. So long.” “1 S. I send you enclosed the pret- tiest valentine I could buy for a cent. It looks a good deal like old S-.” A smile began to ripple about Rem- ington’s mouth However, he slowly and solemnly unfolded the enclosed val- entine, but then he could contain him- self no longer. The valentine was gobby in coloring, hideous in drawing, representing “The Banker” as a crabbed, miserly old man, lean and sallow, stretch- ing out huge hands in all directions for gold, and seated on a heap of shining metal. Remington went off into a paroxysm of laughter, at which Sterling collapsed entirely. “You wrote it ? ” he demanded, his anger returning. “Yes, but not to you.” “lo whom, then ? ” “To Jack Thorne. He sent mean invitation for the night before yours, and I answered them both at once. That confounded boy of mine must have stuck them each in the wrong envelope. I was in a hurry and didn’t stop to seal them.” Here Remington made several earnest remarks to himself not exactly complimentary to the office boy. Mr. Sterling was recovering slowly. “But the valentine, the valentine ! ” “Oh, the S--- I referred to as resem- bling the picture ? That’s Shackford.” Now, Shackford was Sterling’s most bitter enemy in the business world, wherefore he stuck out his fat fist : “Your hand, my boy, your hand. Very sorry this has occurred, very sorry.” Then, looking more benignantly yet at the straight, clean-featured young fel- low before him, he said, “And that affair in Kgypt that Broughton told about it was a very creditable one, indeed, sir. Again, T assure you, I’m very sorry for this misunderstanding—very sorry.” “The same to you,” Remington re- turned. “It has kept me in the Soud fighting dirty Arabs for two years, be- sides being away from Miss Sterling. And now, about her, Mr. Sterling, I wish to speak to you.” Here the be- lated Scotch and cigars were produced, and Remington—well, I needn’t detail the pleading of his case. Dorothy met him on deck with ques- tioning eyes. It took but an arm and a few words to reassure her and—but as to what followed is Remington’s strictly private business, he may tell it you if he wishes. My Valentine. My valentine’s the sweetest thing— She’s all the world to me. I love to hold her little hand, So soft is it you see. 1 love the gentle little arms, That round my neck do twine : I love to look into her eyes, So much are they like mine. She watches for me every day. When home from work I come. Her face lights up with childish joy. For she’s so frolicsome. To her I’ll send a valentine— A little one t’will be. because you see I’m her papa And she is only three- Bertha M. L. Simon 8 SOM ERVI LLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Bn ©lb jfasbtoneb football (Same. . . E. DOUGHTY, S. L. S., 7 90S. Several years ago during a Christmas vacation I chanced to meet a young Englishman. I was of the age that adores physical strength, and I thought I saw in him possibilities of an athletic hero who could spin delightful yarns of his prowess to me. True enough, to my surmisal I found him an enthusiast in baseball, but to my disgust he contended that he saw no sense in football as it is played in this country ; so it often happened that as we tramped with our skates over the thick crust of snow to the frozen river, I warmed myself even to my chilled finger tips by my heated argument in behalf of the great game. We ex- changed points on the game played by each country, and in the midst of such a parry of words one day came the story which I had been awaiting. I saw that he was proud of it and loved to tell it ; for it was of an ancient foot- ball match in which his grandfather when a boy had taken an active part. This representative of a by-gone gen- eration had lived in a little English ham- let known as Middleton-among-the-IIills, a quiet little place where football was only a tradition. Only a few old inhabi- tants survived who could remember the game ; for it had been abolished many years back when a famous match had ended in a riot and a list of injured par- ticipants, and the owner of the only available meadow had forbidden ball playing for good and all. The rough miners, who delighted to exert their muscle on one another, were forced to submit, to the great delight of the quiet people who were shocked at the thought of a brawl within their little town limits. Later that feeling died out, and it be- came not uncommon to hear that “times had changed,” and when those with good memories still spoke of the game, they were scoffed at as representatives of a lifeless age. This is the story as the grandfather loved to tell it, and as I heard it from the lips of the grandson speaking for him. “ Stoneford,” he began, “ is a large place now, grown so much since the time when I was a boy that when I visit it now I can scarcely find my way around the new streets. There were two parishes then, perhaps there are twenty now. One parish was known as “The Field” and the other as ‘The River.’ St. Mary’s church was so situated that back of it was a large meadow, and so the derivation of its name “Field.” St. James, was near the river, and tbi only bridge of which the city boasted. These two parishes were rivals in everything, but most of all in football. “Now in these days, il such a feeling existed between two towns, a picked team would be organized in each to play a series of three games and the team winning two of the games would be de- clared the champion. I tell you it was different in those days,” he went on. “Then everybody was invited to take part in the game, for everyone was in- terested in the rivalry between the two parishes. This particular match was set for the day after Christmas and several hundred men had turned out from each parish to take their part in the geat contest. “The ball was hollow but not filled with air as in these days ; it was stuffed with cork shavings, packed as tightly as possible. The strongest man could not kick it far and with four or five hundred men in the street, there was not much of a chance to boot it. One goal was the toll-gate near St. Mary’s, while the boathouse near the bridge served for the other. The ball was to be put in play or kicked off in Market Place, which was fairly between the goals. I lived in St. Mary’s parish and our men were to land the ball behind the boat- house. “There were no rules, and as soon as a touchdown was scored, the game was over ; so you see we did not keep on scoring for a limited time, as you do now. There were many ways to win a game. I have heard that often the ball went into the river; and the side that SOMKRVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 9 had the best swimmer rescued it and won. Once a man emptied the shav- ings out of the ball, hid it under his coat, then walked up to the goal and won the game for his side. Hoys were not allowed where the men were, but they could stay in back and kick if they found a chance. “On this day I won the game for St. Mary's in a queer way. I don’t think much of it now, but at the time, I was proud of my feat, you may be sure. It was snowy weather and there was a good thick covering of white on the ground the morning of the game; but that did not stop the match. “The men had been playing about three hours when I, who had been fol- lowing the ball, felt sure I saw it kicked into a snow bank in Lad Lane. The game went on, nobody missing the ball, so I waited till the crowd went by ; I then went over to the lane and looked in the spot where I thought the ball was. Sure enough, there it lay in the bank, all covered with snow ! My first intention was to cry, ‘Hall,’ but I saved myself just in time. I looked around and seeing nobody near, I sat on the spot where the ball was and began to think what I should do. Suddenly an idea struck me. I jumped up at once and started to put it in action. “First, I rolled the ball until it had a heavy crust of snow, then I called several young fellows of my own parish and said, ‘Let us roll this till we get a large snowball.’ They agreed, and, as we were pushing it along, I told them that the ball was inside and they must be careful not to break its covering un- til we had reached the top of the hill. “At this time came the cry from up- town, ‘Hall lost!’ Hut we kept on. After some hard work we reached the top of the hill. Then I told them my plan, which was to make a rush at the ball and with a grand push, set it rolling down the hill. It was indeed a grand push, for it went Hying down the slope, straight for the boathouse wall and we after it. “When it struck the boathouse wall, it broke into atoms. I picked up the ball, touched it to the proper place and then in unison we all cried, ‘River! river ! river ! ’ After a moment or two, the players appeared on the hill and saw me with the ball. The match was over, and I thought I could never get home, so many were the questions put to me as to how it was done. Yes; that was football ! None of your um- pires, rules and stakes for me! Hut then you boys will never know what kind of a world this was before you were born.” Drawn From Nature. When thirteen days have come and gone, In the month of February. And the fourteenth day begins to’dawn. Then young and old are merry. Valentine's Day the young are gay. Hut old folks seem to know That then the peas and beans will play, Like hail ’gainst every window. After the sun in the west goes down. And the clock hands say ‘tis eight. Then door bells ring with noisy pound. Hut answers come too late. So chalk the steps and pull the bells And wickedly haste to run: For when you're old. you’ll young folks tell. To go it while thev're voting. H. H. L.. ’02. IO SOMKRVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. H IDalenttne Dicjnette. Gentlemen's Night with the Buds in Hades. PRESENTED IN A THREE ACT EXTRAVAGANZA, A LA JOHN KENDRICK HANGS. Dramatis personae: The Buds, the elite ladies’ club of Hades—Aspasia, Helen of Troy, Cleopatra, Miladi, Queen Elizabeth and the Gibson girl. Van Bibber, Cardinal Richelieu. Archimedes, Charon and the male contingent of the departed. Shades in waiting, choruses, the Quirinial Quartet, etc. ACT. I. Scene—Piazza of Queen Bess Stygian summer house. Dark waters of the styx in background. Shades of Aspasia, Miladi and Queen Bess in foreground, seated in rocking chairs, manipulating advertisement fans and eating tudge. Aspasia—I hear that young Van Bibber was poking fun at the Buds be- fore the Leisure Club last night. Queen Bess—Me said we didn’t have the ghost of a club. Miladi—Guess why he couldn’t run our picture in the Pyrotechnics? O. B.—Why? Mil.—Said it would break the camera. Asp.—What’s a camera ? Mu..—That's what I asked him. He said, ask Archimedes. 0. B.—Isn’t it just the funniest thing about Archimedes ? Asp.—Yes, he’s such a dear! And he used to be such a silly old stupid ! Mil. How’s that ? O. B.— Why, when that Ben Lranklin came, he brought a lot of some new kind of preserves, put in jars, called electricity, something like yeast. Archi- medes says it’s shockingly powerful. Well, they two have been experiment- ing, trying to send a kite up to the earth— Asp. (breathlessly')—And when Van Bibber came, he told them all sorts of things to make, trolley cars, telegraph, flying machines, torpedo boats and— and— Mil —And what about Archimedes ? Asp.—Nothing, only he’s chumming with Van Bibber and wearing golf-pants and Van is making a lion of him—such a good old lion! lie’s actually going round with the Gibson girl, he took her to the Mauser Ball and to Charon’s Subscription Party. Q. B.—Yes, I saw them out canoeing last night. (Silence and fudge) Asp.—Just the same, Van Bibber's horrid to make fun of us. Q. B.— He wants to know our object, whether we are an anti-lynching so- ciety or an Old Maid’s--- All (risingexcitedly)—What! (Enter Helen and Cleopatra.) Asp. (aside)—Birds of a feather flock together. Q B (hissing each)— So glad to see you, sit down, have some fudge. We were in a discussion. Mil. -Yes, that beastly conceited Van Bibber— Helen (coldly)—Mr. Van Bibber is my friend. MI l.—Pardo nnez-moi. Q B. (with inspiration)—But have you heard what he said ? Helen—Van spoke the truth. I think for my part we ought to do some- thing clever. Asp. -Didn’t we run a Charity Ball last season ? Helen—O, I mean something novel. Cleopatra (reflectively)— We might all elope. O. B. That wouldn't be anything novel for Helen. Mil. (thoughtfully')—Why not have a gentlemen’s night ? All (in chorus)—The very thing ! Q. B. (to Aspasia)-r-Pericles wouldn’t object, would he? Asp. (sighing)—Not now. Since Van Bibber came and reformed Hades, he’s been changed. He’s a baseball fiend now. They sent Columbus out with Archimedes’ flying machine and he discovered Olympus. Pericles was with him and challenged the Immortals to a baseball game. They’ve gone back SOMKRVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. with our team. Van Bibber calls the party, Archimedes' Argonauts. Q. B.—And Sir Walter has gone down with Marco Polo to play hockey against the Tartarans. I shall invite Alcibiades; Helen can have Van Bibber— Cleo. (firmly)- -I will make a last attempt to win Octavius— Asp. I shall ask Cicero. Mu.. And you know the man with the Iron Mask, whose identity has puz- zled us for so long. Well, girls, I will unmask him or my name’s not— All—If you only would ! ( tuter maid ) Maid—Madame, Miss Gibson. (Exit Queen Bess, enter the Gibson girl in earnest conversation with Queen Bess.) Miss G.— How’s the weather out ? O rather warm. I’m not acclimated yet. What do I think of the plan ? Out of sight ! Q. B.—When had we better have it? Miss G.—Why I came this afternoon to suggest that we do something Valen- tine’s night- the Ides of February, you know. Asp.—Why, of course. Helen—But we ought to have some original entertainment to offer. (A fciu seconds of silence ) Mil. There’s nothing new in this God forsaken place except -Van Bibber. (Everyone smiles except Helen.) Miss G.—Why couldn’t we have a hammock ? O. B. (hugs her)— You lovely creature ! Asp.—What's the matter with the first hammock ever swung in Hades? Chorus- Yum-Yum. CURTAIN. ACT II. Scexi:—Living room aboard the house-boat of the Leisure Club. Cardinal Richelieu de- vouring a Welch rarebit. Darkey shade in at- tendance. (Enter Charoni) Cardinal I say, Charon! C h a ron— M on sieu r ? Card.—Do you like that young cur, Van Bibber ? Char. If monsieur pleases— Card.—Monsieur doesn’t please. He’s too familiar. A journalist they 11 call him—rather a Huguenot—and devilish clever, a veritable musqueteer. Char. Madame Helen has invited him to the Buds’ Valentine Party. Card.—By the way, Charon, you sleek old devil, you haven’t yet brought me Miladi's invitation. Char.—How could I, monsieur, when I took it to— Card,—To whom, mai ,foide Riche- lieu, to whom ? Char, (filteringly)—Milacli said she only wanted to unmask him— Card. -Unmask whom, imbecile? Char, (impressively)—The man with the Iron Mask. Card, (reminiscently)—The man with the Iron Mask ! (Laughs sardonically). The Man with the Iron Mask! Venrte saintgris! And Miladi wishes to un- mask him ? Foi de Richelieu ! she shall unmask him. Ha! Ha! Ha! A pleas- ant denoument for you, Miladi ! An dialde with Richelieu’s secret. Riche- lieu’s vengeance is at hand. (Grows hysterical.) Aye, unmask the Man with the I' on Mask. (Jumps at Charon and clutches his beard.) Let Miladi un- mask him— Char.—Help! Help! Card.—Au (liable with Richelieu’s secret! Richelieu’s vengeance—Abas I Abas I Char.—Ye Gods ! Van Bibber, Nep- tune—a thousand hecatombs—a million curses on his scheming head! Police, 12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. a crazy man! Ye venerable hairs! Help! Help! (linter Van Bibber j Van B.—Spinach ! Ma a-a ! Chak.—In the name of Zeus, help me, Van ! Van B (calling through the door)— Iley, Sam, old boy, here’s a job for you! (.Enter Samson and Spartacus. They free Charon and subdue Richelieu. Van Bibber collapses with mirth. Enter club shades excitedly I) Doctor Johnson — And may I in- quire the cause of this dire disturb- ance ? Van B.—Ila! Ha! Ha! Never touched him, Doc. Char.—Every hair of my venerable— Van B—Taisez votts monsieur. This is a scoop for the Pyrotechnics. Gentle- men, the result of bad French before His Eminence. (Exit Charon. The shades lounge about the room. Enter Charon with cigars. The shades light up. Octavius lights a meerchaum pipe) Van B. -Ben Harrison wears his grandfather’s hat. Octavius smokes his uncle’s pipe. Octavius — It’s a sweet pipe—so’s Cleopatra. IIknry VIII.—So she remembered you in the invitations? Oct.—She’s a queer girl. We used to fight like cats and dogs in the other world. Hen. VIII.—I used to fight a bit my- self— Alcibiades—Did you ever go to a Valentine party? Catiline- I’m going to this one just to meet Cleopatra. She’s just my— A i.i. and ek (jealously ) — A re you going, straight, Cains? Cat.—Sure. Cicero {slamming his fist on the table) —Then I'm not! Van B. Don’t get huffy, Marcus, boy, Catiline's only kidding. II in. VII I.—The cardinal took it hard because Miladi didn’t invite him Alex. — Rather! She says she’s going to unmask that black faced Frenchman. Van B. (aside)—I hope the deuce she will. It’s been chewing people for cen- turies now. And if she does, Arch and I will find some way to send the news above. I’ll do the world one good turn post mortem. (Enter Charon and tankard. All im- bibe. Catiline leads. All sing.) It’s a way we have on the Styx, boys, It’s a way we have on the Styx, boys, It's a way we have on the Styx, boys, To drive dull care away. CURTAIN. ACT III Scenic properties—Corner of the celebrated floating: gardens of the Styx, one of the seven wonders of Hades—owned by Solomon, loaned to the Buds. Wild forest effects in right back- ground, left background, Stygian waters. Foreground, grass and trees, two vistas for exit. A hammock. To the left, behind the trees, a band stand holding band and Quirinia) Quartet. Time, 9.30. Electric lights throwing a dull red glare, the real color of Hades, intensifying all shadows. The Buds and their gentlemen on the grass. Van Bibber and Helen in the ham- mock. Charon serving trappe. Two gentle zephyrs—continuous musical strains— earthly and unearthly. Aspasia—This is cool—for Hades. Archimedes—Isn't it funny to have a Valentine Party out-of-doors? Why, when I was a boy— (Loses himself in thought.) Miss Gibson Come out of it, Archie dear. (A)chic strokes his beard meditatively) Cleopatra—How did you get this place for us, Mr. Van Bibber? It must have cost you something. But you pull wires with everybody in Hades. Van Bibber—It cost just an ad. in the Pyrotechnics. Eh! old black-face? (addressing the Man with the Iron Mask) (No answer) Van B (aside) -Call him Sphynx. Cicero—Not so worse Say, this is better than orating. Where did you get that icicle marmalade we had for dessert? Queen Bess — Marco Polo showed me how to make it. But that fried sat- ellite— Arch. — What tickled my palate was that new-fangled Welch rabbit. We used to catch rabbits in my day, but not like that. (Van Bibber chokes. Helen soothes him. Aspasia frowns) SOMKRVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. «3 Van B—Rubberneck! Cic. — Have you been piping the Quirinial Quartet tonight? Nero is try- ing some of his new sentimental songs. Nero is a crackajack The other day at the club he claimed that he had uis- covered the lost chord. Columbus got huffy in a minute. {Silence. The Quirinial Quartet wail dismally I) Amo, amo, amo te, Amo te, 11ippolita O fair maid of Aventine, Will you be my Valentine? Amo, amo, amo te (Exeunt the rest hastily, leaving Helen and Van Bibber alone in the hammock. Van Bibber kicks a tree and swings.) Van B—Would you be my Valen- tine? Helen (shyly)—Oh, I don't know. (Three distant gun shots are heard. Van Bibber leaps to his feet.) Van B.—They’ve won! H eLEn ( disappointedly ) — Who’ve won? Van B.— It’s Archie's Argonauts. Three guns mean they have whipped the Immortals. Let’s signal them and have them land here. Give them an ovation. Lionize them. Come on, Helen, old girl. Exit Van Bibber. Helen reluctantly rises. Exit Helen ) (Enter Archimedes and Miss Gibson.) Miss G. That was an awful break you made about rabbit, Archie, but nevermind; what can we do to have some fun with Cleopatra and Octavius. Quick, here they come! Arch, (boyishly)— We might climb a tree. ( They climb. Enter Cleopatra and Oc- tavi us leisu rely.) Cleo. (sweetly)—I like to sit in ham- mocks. (Octavius suits her and remains stand- ing gazing at the planets. The Man with the iron Mask enters, hides behind a thicket and cuts a bow. Cleo.—We made this hammock our very selves. We tried to make it strong. I wonder how many it would hold? Do you think it would hold two? Oct. (examines critically the ropes) Yes, it would hold old King Henry VIII. himself. Cleo .—(spitefully) — I think you’re just horrid. (Octavius turns his back. Silence.) Cleo.—I didn’t really mean that, Oc- tavius. You’re nicer than Antony, almost nicer than your uncle Julius. (The Man with the Mask strings his bow. Octavius melts and sits down.) Cleo. (aside)—Almost! ( To Octavius) —Why were you always so horrid to me? O! (she loses her baladce and falls backward. Octavius catches her on his arm. Cleo. and Octavius ensemble. They swing lazily to and fo . From the distance the Quirinial Quartet— Back again to Tiber’s tide Swinging in the hazy hammock Of the vine-entangled villa Of my old Quirinial home Far away. Archimedes descends from the tree, creeps toward the hammock and cuts the rope. Cleo- patra faints. Octavius catches her. The Man with the Iron Mask aims his bow. pierces Archimedes, next Octavius, then Miss Gibson. She falls with a crash. Archimedes thinks. Cleopatra groans Octavius swears. (Enter Miladi. Aspasia. Queen Hess. Cicero. Alcibi- ades. etc., crashing through the shade trees. Grand shooting exhibition. (Enter Van Bibber, Helen and the Argonauts) Ar- rows fly thick and fast. Van Bibber advances, note-book in hand. Van B.—Gentlemen, my friend the Sphynx. The Sphynx—Cupid, at your service. Van B —The deuce you are! Cupid (unmasking)—The deuce I am. It’s all the same. (Aims an arrow at Van Bibb-r.) Va n B. (dodging) — N evcr t ouch ed me. (Aside)—A Valentine Vignette! CURTAIN. Translated from the Original Stygian. «4 SOMFRVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. COURAGEOUS VOUTII B.irber—“Want a hair cut ?” Student—“Naw -want 'em all cut.’’ Satan will play his last card on judg- ment day -but Gabriel will trump et. A QUANDARY. “Well, well,” said the absent-minded professor in the bath-tub, “now I've for- gotten what I got in here for!” “Can February March?” asked the punster, with a sickly smile. “Perhaps not,” replied the quiet man, “but April May.” Mrs. O’Flaherty—“Have ycz any tin quart pails, Misther Doogan?” Mr Doogan—“No, but Oihave plinty av wan quart pails.” Mrs. O’Flaherty—“An’ that's what Oi axed ycz for, Misther Doogan.” “And you went up the Rhine, I sup- pose?” said Mrs. Malaprop. “Indeed, yes; it was beautiful.” “And did you see any rhineoceroses ? ” Banana peels make excellent slippers. NOT POSTED. Philadelphian (in St. Louis)- “Will you kindly tell me where I can get a drink of water ? Policeman “Mein frient, I haff been only dree months on dis beat.” Irate Dutchman (to stranger who has stepped on his toes)—“Mine frent, I know my feet was nient to be walked on, but dot privilege pelongs to me.” SOMETIMES El’s A ROUND HIS EAR. Freshie—“I know where you got that tie.” Senior— “I don't think you do.” Fresh ie—“Around your neck, of course. Mr. Jones, I would like to speak to you privately. May I take you apart for a few moments?” Mr. Jones — “Certainly, if you will put me together again.” WORSE AND WORSE. “Our gas meter is ill, Tom !” “What’s the matter—gastric fever?” “No; galloping consumption.” Non paratus,” Freshie dixit, Cum a sad and doleful look, “Omne recte,” Prof respondit Ft nihil scripsit in his book. We sat alone, while round about The darkness settled o’er us, Pill prudent Mother Moon came out And satellite before us. A NEW REMEDY. Gussie—“My ! what a cold you have, Cholly. Are you taking anything for it ? ” Cholly—“Y-a-a-as; four pocket hand- kerchiefs a day.” Mrs. Lazy—“Dear! dear! I left my watch upstairs on the bureau and I feel too tired to go after it.” Mr. Lazy—“Well, if you’ll just wait long enough it’ll run down.” SO.MKRYILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 15 THE RADIATOR WASTE BASKET. Daughter—“Where is the dead letter office, mamma ? ” Mamma—“Your father's pocket.” “Why do you call her a poster girl ?” “She's stuck up ! ” ONE OX THE HOUSEKEEPER. “A musician out of work, are you,” said the housekeeper. “Well, you’ll hud a few cords in the woodshed. Sup- pose you favor me with an obligato.” “Pardon the pronunciation, madam,” replied Peripatetic Padroosky, “but Chopin is not popular with me.” PUZZLED. “Papa?” “Yes.” “Does the fall of night have anything to do with the break of day ? ” Prof. -“You should be ashamed of yourself, sir. George Washington at your age was surveying Virginia.” Dull Pupil—“And at your age he was president of the United States.” May -Just think, Hob is playing on the Yale football team. Clara—That’s jolly What is he, halfback or quarterback ? May—Neither. He's a drawback. Charley Pruyenne says he’s the great- est drawback the team ever had. Exchange Notes. The Lowell Textile Journal appears this month in a very bright cover. The High School Gazette of Lynn- should be complimented upon its neat arrangement. “Thompson, Half-back,” is an excel- lent story in the Spectator of Johnstown, Pen nsyl vania. “Chestnuts about the Campus” is a very interesting story in the Olympian of Hiddeford, Me. The High School sEgis of Blooming- ton, 111., has an exceedingly interesting exchange column. Most of our exchanges this month have been greatly improved by neat cover designs and excellent stories. The Radiator of New Haven is our best exchange this month. Its cover is beautifully designed and its stories are all very original. We acknowledge the receipt of the following exchanges : Gazette, Chips, R. M. T. S. Register, Beacon, Wakefield, Argus, Crimson and White, Spectator, Egis, Olympian, Register, Omaha, E. H. S. Record, Boston, Radiator, New Haven, Register, Boston, Imp, Brighton, Lowell Textile Journal, Sentiment, Par- sons, Kan., Clarion, Drury Academy, Oracle. Malden, Adelphian, Walking Leaf, Latin and High Review, Echoes, Philomath This is our humorist’s idea of the Ouirinial Quartet. See page 13. i6 SOM ERVI LLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. — LATIN NOTES 1 july 1900. Have you had your pictures taken yet? Kentucky is not the only place where they have election rows. The only kind of dogs welcome in our school is the kind that don't bark and won’t bite. Keniston wishes to know what word is used after “dear. Can any one in- form him? Bray and Moore have covered them- selves with snow, ice, mud and glory on the hockey team. Murphy does not believe that Moore drinks nothing but water. “Do you be- lieve that? said he. Why not send the basket ball team to Paris as a part of the exhibit from our school? It would do us credit. Phillips has a very thoughtful pose in one of his pictures. It resembles New- ton or some other philosopher. Those wicked Juniors persist in in- vading our dressing-room and giving us no peace. What shall be done with them? The Theta Chi Alpha boys intend to hold a spiritual seance to resurrect the ghost of D’Artagnan to gain pointers in fencing. Our elections for the class parts for graduation resulted as follows: Vinal, poet ; Sturtevant and Miss Eaton, his- torians ; Doyle and Miss bales, proph- ets. Archias had Cicero to plead for him, but Vinal with none won just the same. Poets, as a rule, are not so lucky gener- ally. Undoubtedly we do need a little brushing up on the subject of parlia- mentary law. We found that out re- cently. Who was not delighted by the pros- pect of a trip to Paris and other parts of Europe, as outlined in French conver- sation. “ Uncle Josh ” Sturtevant, our oldest inhabitant, will now prepare our class history, together with Miss Eaton. We trust to them for accuracy. 1901. Instructor “I did not hear anything you said except ‘I think.’ ” “Yes, sir. Six of the girls partook of a remark- ably fine “rabbit in the laboratory one Friday. A member of the third division as- serts that Leonidas told the allies at Thermopylae; that they might fly. “They emerged into the hollow oak. This shows that some of us have not yet passed beyond the use of a dictionary. At a recent class meeting it was voted to give a social with the seniors instead of a dance. Let everyone avail him- self of the opportunity to become better accpiainted with the members of both classes. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 7 The time to find out how little you really do know is in an “exam” after all sources of information have been laid aside. Tor example, the last history test. “After Philip had driven off the pre- tenders to the throne he quietly decom- posed his nephew, who was really the king.” One day a Wolff met a Lyon, And frightened, commenced a sad cryin’, For the beast made a Noyes Like a ton of small boys, Hut gently remarked with a smile,— “You’re my Kinsman, dear boy, In our Haartz should be joy, So we’ll call in the Piper a while, And ask him to play That dear Scottish lay On the Doon’s Bonny Banks far away.” The Class Poet. 1902. According to Story, Sir Roger lengthened out when in church. How is this for translation: Hello Helvetiorum ; Helle of the Helvetians. The First Division boys are not affected to tears by the “Ancient Mariner.” Nichols has great powers of facial contortion, judging from his perform- ance in Latin. Teacher (in Latin)—“What is the meaning of tandem ? ” Hright Pupil—“A bicycle built for two.” Teacher “Why do we always asso- ciate ghosts with the night?” Pupil “Because they show up better against the dark.” The Theta Delta Sigma Society of this class has challenged the Kappa Phi Eta Society to a game of basket ball. We hope the boys will not let this in- terfere with their lessons. Several of our boys have formed a new class for the study of Greek ; the qualifications are easily acquired ; they consist simply in getting a mark below F. The class holds its meetings from half-past one indefinitely, on days fol- lowing a Greek examination. The Kappa Phi Eta Society held its first annual dance at Anthoinc’s Hall, Thursday evening, January 25,1900. Up- ward of 60 couples attended, including a large number of High School pupils. Considering that the weather was very bad, the members have much cause for congratulation. Across the street from a Baldwin apple Grove in which a youthful Shep- ard sat reading the French translation of Bryant’s poems, was a beautiful Brown stone Temple in which Moses and Cain were praying to the Lord when a Currier announced to them that war had been declared in America by Lincoln and that Grant had immediately opened his famous campaign for which he later received a Garland. P. P. M. 1903. Yes, Men ifield is a jolly fellow. Mahoney certainly has some colossal ideas. His latest is to take a train. Ask Fitzgerald about the story of the dog with five tails as told by the sopho- sists. Mr. Murray says the boys are better housekeepers than the girls. Well, the girls play basket ball. McCoy is a great rider. He rode hobby horse so hard with his desk that it collapsed. History tells us that the Grecian boys were the most beautiful the world has ever seen. Wouldn’t the girls have liked to be there ? Miss S—went to sleep in school and dreamt she was tearing paper. She awoke with a start and found herself tearing the leaves in her book. ADVERTISEMENT. Lost—A valuable hat on the 1st day of February, 1900, owned by our class- mate Niles. Any information pertain- ing to said article gladly received. Ilarry W Litchfield, Latin ’99, is taking a business course at the Bryant Stratton school 18 SOM ICR VILLI ; HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. ENGLISH NOTES 1900. Coveney- “The chapter talks of—” A voter is a “step-father” to a citizen. Remember, the class dance occurs the 27th of this month. Never mind, 1901, “if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!” “There is a piercing ‘whale’ in his sorrow.” Quotation from Miss S. The spelling the other morning showed what brilliant spellers the senior class are. Instructor—“Have I omitted any of the girls’ names?” Hamblin puts up his hand. A translation v i aim cohortibus legion- arius XII:—“With twelve legendary cohorts.” Our classmate, A. Philip Hill, is spending a few weeks with his father in 1C u rope. Asseyant dans I'herbe a cote de sa chevre —“Seated in the grass toward the goat.” We congratulate 1903 on the taste they showed in the decorations at the reception. Now for the varsity basket ball team, and new fields to conquer in the shape of L. II. S. and Cambridge. HOME, SWEET HOME. Grant—“Feign would I preach a ser- mon to poets on the virtue of staying at home.” The girls were advised to invite “meek men” to their basket ball games. Those who have been invited may feel compli- mented. Miss White, coaching the basket ball team—“Girls, stick to your men ! ” The boys would like to know what she meant. Latin Instructor—“What is an im- personal verb ? ” Student—“One without a person for a subject.” The presence of so great a majority of the faculty at the first basket ball game surprised and pleased both teams. They appreciate such support. Tuesday, February 6, a large delega- tion of the class spent a delightful even- ing at a skating party on Mystic Lake. Miss Smith chaperoned the affair. Instructor—“Under what conditions would Civil Service be of no more ad- vantage than the Spoil System ?” Perry—“In a millenium when all people will be good.” Mr. Avery, Mr. Jones, Mr. Tuttle, Miss Marsh, Miss Tuel, Miss Anderson, Miss Hitchcock anti Miss Carrick were omitted in last month’s mention of the S. E. H. S. B. B. A.’s membership. Ethel C. Wheeler has been elected captain of the senior basket ball team. Captain Wheeler is ranked the surest catch in the school, and is most profi- cient in the game. Under her guidance the team has a bright prospect before them for future victories. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 19 1901. Where is our polo team? Class clues are coming in slowly. A little more coaching girls, and you will do better next time. Noble says that Themistocles' father was an attic (Attic) manufacturer. The recitations are very enjoyable in the hall—for those who do not have to recite. Is Whitaker the only one wide awake in III. R. Hist.? Don’t all speak at once. Bradford says that his desk is chaos and confusion Do book worms always create such a disturbance? Mr. Whitcomb’s proposition regard- ing a debating society should be taken under careful consideration. On rainy days one should notice the puzzled expression on McCarthy's face when the umbrella stand is empty. Keep in mind the class dance. Kvery member of the class should be enthusi- astic enough to make it a grand success. A complete recitation: “Sebastian Cabot sailed to Newfoundland and then around Vasco de Gama to the West In- dies.” Teacher—“So you believe that the human race were originally monkeys?” Pupil—“Yes, sir.” Teacher-—“Give an illustration.” Pupil “Oom Paul, sir.” 1902. The Art Club is now “booming.” Our figures in geometry are begin- ning to look quite geometrical. Stevens' statement that dead men are lifeless seems to have some foundation. Judging from the verses read in a re- cent English recitation we have some budding poets in our class. It took just seven minutes to elect the following class officers for the com- ing year: President, Percy Underhill ; vice president, Miss Florence Remis ; secretary, Harold R. Lamont : treas- urer, Miss Hattie Raker. Hunt takes it very much to heart that this class has made no arrangements for any social function this year. “Sophomore” comes from a Greek word meaning “foolish,” but it isn’t ab- solutely necessary that all freshmen should know this fact. 1903. Miss Sargent can whistle. Burton thinks he can imitate the wind to perfection. Evidently some one possesses an aeolian harp. “Horatius Cockles held the bridge,” said Stratton. We don’t have to work the Sabine trick in Somerville. Pupil—“Multiply by y.’ ” Teacher—“Why?” Countway looks very mournful since his seat was changed. The class pin has at last been agreed upon, and surpasses any in the school. “If Alexander had only used auto- mobiles he would got along faster,” says Niles. A pupil in Division E made the statement that the navy at Thebes was a very large one. A highly successful reception was tendered to the first year pupils and par- ents January 31, 1900. A good deal of the praise for decorat- ing the school for the reception is due to Miss Rice and Miss Alfonce. Fitzgerald says that Alexander fought at Arabella. Let us hope that she and Alexander finished the dispute peace- fully. The Olympian of Riddeford High School, Maine, is one of our new ex- changes. It is a very neatly arranged paper, and we hope it will continue on our list. We are very glad to welcome the Beacon of Wakefield High School. It comes to us in a very neat cover and contains many excellent articles. It lacks, how- ever, an exchange column. 20 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. ATHLETICS. N the Roston Col- lege meet, Eaton made a creditable showing. He was a close second in his preliminary and s e m i - fi n a 1 heats and very nearly captured a place in the finals. Duffy, of Georgetown Univer- sity, beat him out for third place by a small margin. The school representation met with hard luck at the Ik A. A. games. Cum- mings stumbled and took a bad fall in the 440-yards dash. In the 40-yards dash Katon mistook the starter’s com- mand and did not catch the gun. Rut Jennings, who was with the Cambridge Y. M. C. A. team ran a magnificent re- lay. He will be a winning man for the school team. Hopkinson has brought out a number of very fair runners, including Shueber, the star of last year's R. A. A. meet, who then attended Worcester Academy. From present indications the Worcester delegation will not sweep the board of prizes at the March meeting. Kanaly, the star of the Cambridge- port Gymnasium members’ games, formerly attended the Somerville Kng- lish High School, lie defeated Dick Grant in the mile run, with a handicap of 70 yards, which was very good work, considering that Grant is a national champion. Kanaly also won the mile event in the Roston College meet and was placed in the same event at the R. A. A. games. He may return to finish the course at school. In this event, the five points of the interscholastic mile run would surely come to Somerville. Several of our sprinters are entered in the M. I. T. and Newton High School games, to be run on Washing- ton’s Rirthday. Raseball games are scheduled with Exeter and Groton Schools. F. F. Phillips, Jr. Hockey. SOMERVILLE HIGH VS. C. M. T. S. After winning from Cambridge High and Latin, supposed to be the strongest team in the league, it was discouraging to lose to C. M. T. S. by a doubtful de- cision. The game was played before a crowd of enthusiasts at Spy Pond on February 2. The first halt was loosely played without scoring. Cambridge was for the most part kept on the defen- sive. Roth sides showed better team work in the second half. Cambridge scored. Rray soon evened things bv putting the puck through his opponent s goal. The half ended without further scoring and a ten-minute play-off was agreed upon. In the last minute of play Gallagher lifted the puck over Fisher's head at some distance to the right, but Umpire Moller declared a goal. Captain Funcke disputed the de- cision. Rray excelled for Somerville, lie not only advanced the puck suc- cessfully alone, but also shot accur- ately for the goal. Captain Funcke played a steady game. The line-up : C. M. T. S. SOMKRVILLK HIGH. Gallagher, f.........................L, Funcke Westcoit, f.............................L, Bray Emmons, f............................f., Cassidy Barker, f...................................f.. Patch Doyle, c. p........................e. p., Hainan Lang, p...............................i� ., Moore Mott, g...............................g., Fisher Score- -C. M. T. S.f 2. Somerville High, 1. Goals made by Galiagber, 2, Bray. Referee—Ball. Um- pires- Moore ami Moller. Time 20-minute halves and an extra 10 minutes. SOMERVILLE VS. MELROSE. Melrose High always brought out a good polo team and their game of hockey this year is quite up to the mark. They succeeded in defeating our boys at Melrose, on February 7. The game was hotly contested from the start. After three minutes of play, Melrose made the only score of the game. Hainan’s defensive work was quick and sure. Fisher played well in goal, making several stops. The line-up : MRLROSK. 8OMKKVILI.R. Lovell, f..........................f., Funcke Vaughn, f..........................f., Cassidy Page, f.....................................L, Bray Chapin, f......................... f., Patch Canney, c. p.......................p., Hainan Bradford, p...................... p., Moore Allen, g...........................g.. Fisher 20-minute halve:--. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 21 Arts and Crafts Club. In regard to the formation of this new club in the Knglish School, we quote the words of Sub-master Harry L. Jones, one of the prime movers in its organization. “Believing that our whole industrial system depends upon the transformation of woods, metals, fabrics, etc., and that every person, young or old, should be able to design and execute something, the Arts and Crafts Club has been formed in the English High School, its purpose being to recognize and encourage artistic handiwork It is the intention to hold meetings for discussions, talks and lec- tures on subjects pertaining to the arts and industries. All are requested to become members. There are no dues. On February 2, the following officers were elected : President, L. Arthur Wal- lon ; vice president, J. A. Potter ; secre- tary, Herbert M. Hale; executive com- mittee. 4th year, Miss Waldron, L. R. Grant; 3rd year, Miss Dawson, W. P. Eaton; 2nd year, Miss Loth, C. Rich- ardson; 1 st year, Miss Tufts, A. J. Goode ; teachers, Miss Carrick, Harry L. Jones. rRAPPt SOCIETY MOTES, devoted to the interests or the School Organizetions. the musical program, dancing will be enjoyed till 1 o’clock. The concert is in aid of the . Athletic Association, and, in view of its present financial condition, the success of the concert should be a consideration to every pupil of the schools. Tickets may be obtained of Manager Armstrong, E II. S., and Assistant Manager Bennett, Latin School. E. H. S. Alumni. The second annual reunion of the E. II. S. Alumni Association was held in Anthoine’s Hall, February 8. Mr. and Mrs. Whitcomb and Mr. and Mrs. Avery received. President Burgess, in a few opening remarks, introduced the well known humorist, Augustus F Howell of Boston, whose impersona- tions of “David Harum” were cleverly executed and well appreciated by the audience. After the entertainment, an order of ten dances was furnished by Holbrook’s Orchestra. The floor was in charge of Mr. William F. Cutter, as- sisted by Mr. William S. Stevens, Mr. Benjamin R. Davis, Mr. Herbert E. Stone and Mr. Francis J. Brine. The Misses Alice II. Spaulding, Bertha M. Brett, Gertrude M. Currier, Lottie E. Williams, Harriet B. Wisdom, Ethel M. Butterworth, Jessie F. Grieves and Gertrude C. Vasque served as ushers. There was an attendance of more than two hundred. Kappa Phi Eta Dance. Baseball Concert. The annual Baseball Concert is to be given on March 22, at Odd Fellows Hall. Manager Armstrong has spent considerable time and care in arranging a pleasing program. The well known and ever pleasing Tufts Glee Club will be a feature of the entertainment, as- sisted by other familiar talent. After A charming rainy night dance was held by the Kappa Phi Eta boys, Latin, 1902, at Anthoine’s Hall, Thursday evening, January 25. Considering the forbidding aspect of the weather, the success of the affair showed the unusual judgment of the boys in placing their tickets. There was a more than average atten- dance from the High Schools and from 22 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. all over the city. Young’s Orchestra furnished a high standard of music. The floor was in charge of Stanley Flewelling, assisted by the club mem- bers. Refreshments were served by Caterer L K. Brown. Skating Party. The class of 1900 Lnglish High School held a very enjoyable skating party at Mystic Lake, Tuesday evening, February 6 The affair was chaperoned by Miss Smith. E. H. S. Freshmen Reception. The second annual reception to the parents of the incoming class was held in the English High School building Wednesday evening, January 31, with a large attendance. In the studio, the biological, chemistry, and physical labor- atories, the mechanical drawing and manual training departments, the inter- esting work of the pupils was exhibited to groups of admiring parents. The faculty received in the long corridors, artistically decorated with flags, bunting and the green of ferns and palms. I lead- master Whitcomb met the guests in his always attractive office. Rugs, flowers and a banquet lamp converted the library into a cozy reception room. Con- siderable credit is due to the decorating committee, of which Miss Beulah L. Rice was chairman. The first year class served as an in- troducing committee of 300. Leslie R. Grant and Clifford B. Lewis of the senior class acted as ushers, while sev- eral more seniors were found in each department, relieving its instructor of a part of his duties. The ever increasing attendance and success of these gatherings has made them an established feature of the school calendar. Basket Ball. Latin Basket. On January 26 the Seniors defeated the Freshmen by the convincing score of 38 6. The official line-up : 1900 1903. Miss Countway, «1. g., (capt.) Miss Jones Miss Hodgkins, d. g.. Miss Bickford Miss Densmore, s. c. s! c., Miss Leavitt Miss Small, c. 0., Miss Richards Miss Keyes, s. c. s. 0., Miss Lawrte Miss Kathan, g. d., Miss Mariner Miss Stearns, g. (capt.) «I., Miss Neales Score — 38--0; time -- 15-minute halves: umpire— Miss Shepard. The Seniors added another victory to their steadily growing record, and inci- dentally wiped out a defeat of the early season, by defeating the strong S pho- more team February 2 at Bacon Hall. The game was hotly contested by both sides, and the scores were made through thorough knowledge of the science of goal-tossing. The line-up : 1900. Miss Countway, d. Miss Mariner, d. Miss Densmore, s. c. Miss Small, c. Miss Keyes, s. c. Miss Kathan, g. Miss Stearns, («’apt.) g. 1902. g., Miss Baldwin g., Miss Perkins s. Miss Ralph •., Miss Richards s. c.. Miss Bra«'kett «1. (capt.), M iss Lincoln 1., Miss Yellon Score —Seniors, ; Sophomores, 8; time—20-min- ute halves; umpire— Miss Shepard. Miss Mildred Lincoln has been elected captain of the 1902 team vice Miss Wilkins, resigned. English Basket. The first interclass contest of the English High School took place in Bacon Hall, February 6, between the senior and junior teams. A large gath- ering of instructors and students were present. The girls made an exception- ally good beginning, showing a real ap- preciation of the opportunities offered by basket ball. There were numerous instances of really star plays and evi- dences of all-around practice. 'The seniors won through their ability to play the ball around their opponents’ basket until there was a chance to toss it in. The coaches regard the outlook as decidedly encouraging. Following is a list of the participants : 1900. 1901. Miss Waldron ) 1 Miss Dawson Miss Davis ... .homes..... Miss Worcester Miss Beckwith ‘ ( Miss Anderson Miss Peavey......back-centre........Miss Morse Miss White......jumping-centre.....Miss Keeler Miss Wheeler(capt.). .front-centre.Miss Mosher Miss Tufts (Patch) i j (capt.), Miss Knapp Miss Kitchen ! guards Miss Fraser Miss Sanborn t ( Miss Bacon The English and the Latin Schools play on the whole the same general style of basket ball, with a slight differ- ence in detail, the English School using nine men where the Latin School uses SOMKRVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 23 seven, and a variation in nomenclature, home corresponding to goal thrower and guard to defense. Announcements. Preparations for the K. H. S. Junior Dance are in progress. The Latin School seniors and juniors are preparing a joint social to be held in the school building in the near future. The annual baseball concert will be given at Odd Fellow’s Ilall, March 22. 'I'ickets are obtainable of Manager Arm- strong and Assistant Manager Bennett. A strong combination of the Toujours Amies Fideles and the K. B. L. have in preparation the well-known “Chap- erone,” a play to be presented in Uni- tarian Hall sometime in March. The Theta Delta Sigma and the Kappa Phi Eta, both of Latin School, class of 1902, will play an exhibition game of basket ball at Bacon Hall, Feb- ruary 16, at 3 i m. Tickets, 10 cents. We reannounce the Basket Ball Dance. February 20, and the E. H. S. Senior Dance, February 27, both to be held at Anthoine’s Dancing Academy. Tickets to each, 50 cents. “IIow Basket Ball Came to Green- ville,” is one of the best stories which appeared in any of the exchanges. It was written for the Cambridge Review. TX. O. PHTCH Si CO. WIIOI.KSALK 1 KAI.KKS IN FRUIT, PRODUCE, VEGETABLES Collar No. I, New Faneuil Hall Market, BOSTON. Telephone, 910 llavmarket. Ye 01de Fashion Crullers. ALWAYS THE BEST. G. W. CLARK, 40 Prescott Street. BUTTER! We have supplied epicures with the finest products of the dairy for four generations. Strictly Fresh Kffga. Karehit Cheese. H. A. HOVEY CO. 32 Faneuil Hall Market. Oldest Butter House in Boston Established 1S22 Telephone, I lay market 930. Grower to Consumer. Choice Flowers, Plants. J. W. HOWARD. Florist, 330 Broadway, Somerville. Mass. 2S3 Main Street, Charlestown. Mass. Telephone, ltis-3 Somerville. 157-2 Charlestown. Established 1S47. I?. 11. STIiAPNS fOMPAX'Y DRY GOODS 'remold si. and Temple Place, BOSTON STURTEVANT HALEY, Beef, w Pork, v Lard and v Hams, 38 40 Faneuil Hall Market, BOSTON, MASS. LESLIE E. A. SMITH •j Insurance Tel. Som. 313. 106 PERKINS STREET. Shepard, NopuJell Co., BOSTON. We are headquarters for Sorosis Shoes DESIGNING ILLUSTRATING ENGRAVING ELECTROTYPING ENGRAVERS FOR RADIATOR SUFFOLK E N G R A VI N G COMPANY 234 CONGRESS ST. BOSTON.-MASS. Francis M. Wilson ■, UNDERTAKER Telephone 144 3- 103 Cross Street. MARSHALL ST. PHARMACY, Cor. Broadway and .Marshall Street. •I. K. RICHAKDSON, l� rop. Prescriptions Our Specialty. Guaranteed Accurate. t’lioiic 150. ONCE TRIED ALWAYS USED. Boston Office, 35 Central Street. “A Ham ” Sandwich, etc. AT THE DEW DROP INN. 61 Day Street. CLARENCE A. STEARNS. LADY EMBALMER IN ATTENDANCE. W. A. FRINK, jfuneial Director, 17 Holland Street, W. Somerville. “a Prime! of the Pudiulor. ____■ M. J. Pi. DURELL, Stoves, Furnaces and Ranges, BUILDERS’ HARDWARE. Slow l.lnincN Hint CiiKtiugit rainlern’ Supplies. 1 1.1’ '1 KIN«. 309 BROADWAY, Winter Hill, SOMERVILLE. TKI.KI-HON K A. F. CARPENTER. ---1� K. I.Kit IS- Choice Family Groceries, 522 SOMERVILLE AVENUE, Corner Park Street. THOMAS LONG COMPANY, 77 Summer Street, Boston. JEWELERS AND SIMMS, prize errs a specialty. ..UNDERTAKER.. No. 170 SCHOOL STREET. TKI.KPIIONF. 123-2. Overstocked with Pocket Cutlery We fire celling some Knives that you ought to see, at prices that ought to Interest you, at PLUMER St CO.’S. o2 CM OX. SQ UA HE. pimsoN’S- 304 BROADWAY, ___SOM ERVlbLiE. THE Reservation of desks made daily by mail or upon personal application. The School is the MOST MODERN and HIGHEST GRADED Institution of its kind in America. Its plans and methods are widely but unsuccessfully imitated. Reliable instruction by experienced teachers and assistance in obtaining; recognition from the business public are both of inestimable value to young people just entering commercial life, and they can best be attained by attending a school of RECOGNIZED STANDING. The Shorthand and Typewriting departments are distinct from, but equal in perfection of equipment to the Commercial departments. Pupils of either sex admitted on equal terms- PROSPECTUS POST FREE. Office, No. 608 Washington Street. Hours, 9 a. m til: 4 p. in. . . V. HLA.ISJJBJ.T.. Soo’y. FRED HALEY, Real Estate, Mortgages and Insurance, ROOM 86, 27 STATE STREET, Telephone, 2363 Boston: B0ST0N. MASS. WHEN YOU SEE A GOOD THING, BUY IT. THE REYNOLDS SHOE, 13 BOW STREET, UNION SQUARE, SOMERVILLE, CARRIES JUST WHAT YOU WANT. Mon’s French Patent Calf—Evening Dress—Button, J.acc or Congress, with Silk Serge Tops o Men’s Box Calf Kills, heavy soles, Goodyear Welt . . iJ o to V� Men’s hasset Willow Calf Hals, heavy soles, Goodyear Welt $2.31} to $3.5« Men’s Waterproof Shoes, either lace or Conerese tops ?3.0© Men’s Calf Hals, 3 styles, Goodyear Welt, for only ..... S'.’.OO STAM PKI� (This price cannot be duplicated.) BOYS’ AND YOUTHS’ SCHOOL SHOES, 0 Rent on the Market for $1.00 to $1.75. Also a full line of Women’s, Misses’ and Children’s Footwear. L. BYRON PRICE, MANAGER. TltADK 1632 REYNOLDS TO DATE. MARK. SHOE ALWAYS RELIABLE, Foot Ball and Gymnasium Supplies Our Goods are calculated to give the utmost comfort and satisfaction in every line of athletics. HORACE PARTRIDGE CO., COR. FRANKLIN AND ARCH STS., BOSTON. The New Freeman Studio. COB. MX. VKRNON ST., East Somerville. An up-to-date establishment and fitted with every modem improvement; the lineal light for groups in Now England. Permanent portraits in pastel, porcelain and Ivory mlDiatures; developing ami finishing for amateurs are some of the specialties. Class rates are made to scholars or all classes and all schools. LAMSON HUBBARD, MANUFACTURERS OF Fine Silk, Stiff, HATS Soft and Straw. . . . LADIES' 90 to 94 Bedford St., Cor. Kingston. FURS. . . Boston, Mass. DANA W. BENNETT CO, ITnsurance 82 Water Street, Boston. Wellington-Wild Coal Co. S S Anthracite G0AL Bituminous Successors to Horatio Wellington Co. and B. F. Wild Co. Branch Yards and Offices: Wharves: General Office : 226 Main Street, Charlestown. 511 Main Street, Charlestown. Union Square, Somerville. Gilman Square, Somerville. Craigie’s Bridge, K. Cambridge. 149 Medford Street and 34 Warren Avenue, Charlestowu District, Boston. 7 CENTRAL STREET, BOSTON. IDolume 9 flftarcb Bumber 0 rf? HANSONS. . Bakers and Caterers. STORES: 3 Bonair Street, 218 Pearl Street, 153 Perkins Street, 314 Broadway. Orders for Weddings and Receptions a Specialty............ JAMES C. TAYLOR Merchant Tailor. 297 Broadway, Winter Hill, 172 School Street, SOMERVILLE, MASS. Ladies’ Garments made, repaired and altered. Particular attention given to Dyeing, Cleans- ing and Repairing Clothes. High School Trade Solicited. School Water Colors In Boxes and Tube . MATHEMATICAL INSTRUMENTS —AND— ARTISTS' MATERIALS MANUFACTURED BY WADSWORTH, HOWLAND CO., (Incorporated.) 82 and 84 Washington St., Boston. All Kinds of J J . . PICTURES . . Artistically Framed. THE SPRAGUE HATHAWAY CO., West Somerville, Home Made Candies Always Fresh. At Popular Prices. Original Varieties Added Continually. A large line of Chocolates 20c. to 60c. per lb Home Bakery—Fine Home Made Bread. A nice line of Cakes, Cookies, etc. All goods made on the premises. Ice Cream always on hand. Parties Supplied. Orders delivered. Miller's Candy Kitchen, S 3« GILMAN SQUARE. Henry D. Padelford j APOTHECARY Cor. Pearl anil Mar� halI Stre t«, Winter Hill Station. PADELFORD’S ALMOND LOTION. North Packing and Provision Co. L. Herbert Huntley j Wholesale anil Retail Dealer In Butter, Cheese. Eggs, Poultry, Vegetables and Provisions 8 Blackfttoub Market and 84 Blacketoue Market. Telephone Hay market 78a BOSTON. J. E. Purdy 60. Class Photographer, Somerville English High School 1900 Hundreds of Somerville Residents have availed themselves of the benefit of having the CLASS RATE CARD, securing Discount rate. You may obtain the same by getting a card from the Photograph Committee. Studio, - 146 Tremont Street, Boston , Mass. Ye 01de Fashion Crullers. ALWAYS THE BEST. G. W. CLARK, 40 Prescott Street. DTTTTCb 1 We have supplied epicures with the L U 1 1 rK 1 Uncst products of the dairy for four • generations. Strictly Fresh Eggs. Rarebit Cheese. H. A. HOVEY CO. 32 Faneuil Hall Market. Oldest Butter House in Boston. Kstnblishcd ISM Telephone, Hay market 930. Established 1S47. rnvfSwS DRY G00D5 CsL V AJA kAI ! I Tremonl Sr. and Temple Place, BOSTON STURTEVANT HALEY, Beef, Pork, j Lard and Hams, 38 40 Faneuil Hall Market, BOSTON, MASS. LESLIE E. A. SMITH se Insurance £ Tel. Som. 313. 106 PERKINS STREET. Shepard, NoruOell Co., BOSTON. We tire headquarters for Sorosis Shoes DESIGNING ILLUSTRATING ENGRAVING ELECTROTYPING ENGRAVERS FOR RADIATOR SUFFOLK ENGRAVING COMPANY 234 CONGRESS ST. BOSTON,-MASS. HARRY A. TRUE. The Oldest Established Agency in WEST SOMERVILLE. Fire insurance Strong Companies, Accurate and Prompt Service. At the Post Office. Medina Building. Open Evenings. MOSELY CYCLE AGENCY, 9 Bow St. REPAIRING —RENTING. AGENTS FOR Orient, Crescents, Eagles, Warwicks, Newports. FINE RSPHIRINC. OPEN EVENINGS. R. W. DOE, Stoves, Furnaces, and Ranges, Copper and Tinware. Furnace Work a Specialty. 351 Medford Street, Gilman Square, SOMERVILLE. Grower to Consumer. Choice Flowers, Plants. J. W. HOWARD, Florist, 330 Broadway, Somerville. Mass. 2S3 Main Street, Charlestown. Mass. Telephone, 16S-3 Somerville. 157-2 Charlestown H. A. CHAMBERLAIN, Newsdealer and Stationer Agent for Brown’s Famous Pictures, 1 ct. each. 50 Union Square. Somerville. F. H. CAIL CO., Successors to E. O. WHITE. FLORISTS. Floral Designs a specialty. Decorations for Churches, Weddings and Parties. 04 Walnut Street, .Somerville, Mass. Contents for March. V v? RELIC OF TIIF TUILERIES, EDITORIALS, THE TUILERIES, MARGUERITE, A BARBARIAN INVASION, THE VIOLIN, MUSICAL MEMORY, TWICE TOLD TALES, EXCHANGE NOTES, A GHOST STORY, ALUMNI NOTES, LATIN NOTES, ENGLISH NOTES, CURRENT EVENTS, ATHLETICS, ADVERTISEMENTS, frontispiece 5 7 9 11 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 22 24 25 27-28 J. A. Dawson after J. C. Ilaldcn. By per of Am. Arcl . and Building News Co. H IReltc of Ibe 'Ciuleries. Somerville ator THE High School Radi LATIN SCHOOL. ENGLISH SCHOOL. Vol. IX. Somerville, Massachusetts, March, 1900. No. 6. The Radiator is published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year. Only important news matter can be received after the 10th of the month. Matter for insertion may be Jeft with any of the editorial stall or be mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign the full name and address (this is for reference only). Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. To insure its return manuscript must be accom- panied bv the necessary postage. TERMS. 75 CENTS PER YEAR. SINGLE COPIES, 10 CENTS. (Entered at Boston 1’ostortlce as second class matter.] SOMERVILLE CITIZEN PRESS. STAFF OF THE RADIATOR. EDITOR IN CHIEF. LIXWOOD E. SNOWMAN, L. H. S., 11)00. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. RUTH TUFTS, E. II. S., 1900. EXCHANGE EDITOR. LILLIAN J. STEARNS, L. II. S., 1900. BUSINESS MANAGER. HERBERT M. HALE, E. II. S., 1900. ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER. JOHN C- HAARTZ, L. II. S., 1901. TREASURER. LESLIE R. GRANT, E. H. S., 1900. CLASS EDITORS. LATIN SCHOOL. LOUIS c. DOYLE, 1900. HELEN E. TRUE, 01. ARTHUR D. WHITMAN, '02. WILLIAM J E N NINGS, 03. ENGLISH SCHOOL. HARRY A. STONE, 1900. FREDERIC E. MOORE, 01. H. DELANO LORING. 02. LOUIS G. KEYES,’03. SPORTING EDITOR. STAFF ARTIST. FRANKLIN F. PHILLIPS, L. H. S., 1900. JR., WILLIAM D. EATON, E. II. S., 1901. SOMERVILLE is now the possessor of a practically new Public Library. The new wing projected toward the Mystic has changed the whole face of affairs on the northern end of Central Hill. It was our fortune some time ago to make with Mr. Foss a tour of in- spection through the new addition to the accommodations of the second larg- est circulation in the State. Every- where—in the separate newspaper room, the large delivery hall, the children’s reading tables in the basement, the cosy and pleasant windowed art-rooms— is seen the touch of the connoiseur, who now guides the destiny of public hooks in Somerville, and the aim of the trus- tees to make the future library not only more useful hut much more convenient to its patrons. At present the manual labor on the extension proper has been completed, hut the new furniture has not yet appeared on the literary field, delayed temporarily by the shyness of public appropriation and the necessary time consumed in cabinet manufacture. It seems likely that the doors of a new lit- erary athenaeum will be opened to the public about the first of May, at which time we anticipate with satisfaction a 6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. characteristic article from the pen of Librarian Sam Walter Foss. PROGRESS is the regulator or irregu- lator of all modern life, whether in business, scientific, professional or jour- nalistic walks. To talk shop, as it were, journalism is a constant search for the new and interesting. It has been the policy of the Radiator throughout the current volume to institute changes here and there, and to make each of our is- sues different from if not better than the last. This month we have made the four-page addition which has seemed to be but in keeping with the present pro- gressive spirit of the two schools and our own growing circulation. For March, rejecting many cuts and consid- erable lighter reading matter, we offer as a “Literary Number,” the largest Radiator ever published in any month but June. Our leading article, “The Tuileries,” was written by Sub-master Howard W. Poor of the English High School. Mr. Poor has travelled exten- sively, and his writings and lectures on foreign topics never fail to prove pointed and interesting. A short department on musical subjects is furnished by Bertha M. L. Simon, a graduate who is now attached to the Latin School as a student teacher. We also invite more than passing notice of our stories, all written by persons of more or less liter- ary reputation. DRAWING a rather fine line on the question of eligibility by our own Athletic Association excluded Somer- ville's best men from the recent School- boy Games and enabled her to fail to win a single competitive point. But the game efforts of Captain Eaton and his little band, their conscientious train- ing and desperate attempts to win their events, have given reason for Somer- ville to feel justly proud of her second year of organized track athletics. Had the track team been properly supported by the schools at large or even by the Athletic Association, a more flattering result would no doubt have been ob- tained, but no school could expect more of any team, working along without notice or recognition, than was accom- plished by our indoor aggregation. Possessing some of the promising men that we do, we cannot afford to do any- thing but enter tooth and nail into in- terscholastic track athletics. Remem- ber that the Outdoor Meet is yet to come. MR. DOOLEY, or some other satir- ist, we have read, has character- ized a poet as a man who has something to say and can’t say it We go further and assert that an amateur poet is a man who has something to say and won’t say it. We have found that by constant prodding we can find enough long articles to fill our pages, but no amount of soliciting will secure those shorter, brighter gems which we always require. In the future we shall expect to find in the drop-boxes, which will soon be located in each school, a gener- ous supply of the material for which we are constantly crying. IF the school committee should finally come round to our way of thinking and decide to apply a timely remedy to the present uncomfortable state of affairs at the English High School, let us hope that in the busy moments of planning and executing an extension which will aim at the all-around utility of the high schools, they will not forget the much needed and often cried for Radiator office. NOW that high-collared youths and ruffled maidens have begun to wend their way to the smiling photo- grapher, and poses are the topic of con- versation on the hill, let us hope that no one will disturb the already smooth- worn teeth of that ancient saw about “breaking the camera.” THE April Radiator will appear on the 18th and will be called a Pat- riot’s Day issue. A cover of colonial design, a Revolutionary serial, a sketch of camp life, and patriotic verses, all illustrated by original drawings will be the features. THE next thing to having a lunch counter in their own building is the courteous treatment accorded to pupils of the Latin School at the well-equipped English High Cafe. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 7 Zhe tuileries. now Aim w. poor. The history of the palaces of France, though varied, is in keeping with the law of social and political progress. At first they were turreted and moat-sur- roundeti castles, from which the robber rulers of those days issued forth to ter- rorize the surrounding people and prey upon their goods The change from that condition to the courts and halls of the Louvre marked an important era, the dawn of a higher civilization which received further advancement in the building of the Tuileries, and perhaps a greater advance when it was destroyed. The earliest records of the place show that on the ground once occupied by the Tuileries therv. was built a manufactory or place for drying tiles (tuiles), whence the name. In 1342 it was the property of a man who owned a small playhouse known as Hotel des Tuileries. Later, it came into the hands of M. Villeroy, who erected a small dwelling house thereon. From him it was purchased by Francis I. as a residence for his mother, who had found her palace unhealthy and undesirable. When Catherine of Medicis came to Paris after the death of her husband, she could not endure the cold, gloomy and oppressive atmosphere of the Louvre, and in 1564 she took possession of this country place, which was situated about a bow-shot west of the Louvre. Here she erected the central portion, the grand staircase of which will be found reproduced in our frontispiece, and the two wings which constituted about half of the completed structure. On this building she expended her time, taste and fortune. The chief architect was Paul Delorme, whose plan was drawn on a scale both vast and magnificent, of which not more than a third was ever carried out. Henry IV. made the first additions, erecting a series of buildings on the south side, or nearest the Seine. The whole presented a facade 326 yards long and 36 yards deep. Through this he began the construction of a gallery front- ing on the Seine, running the entire length, and connecting it with the Louvre. The Tuileries never possessed any architectural beauty or interest, but it was intensely rich in historical associa- tions, especially those connected with the Revolutions of 1789 and of 1871. Before the first revolution the palace was used only as a temporary residence of the French kings. The Louvre and Palais Royal for nearly a century served as their permanent abode. The reign of Louis XIV. began another epoch, with its accompanying peculiarities and changes. In his youth Louis had been a sort of prisoner in the Palais Royal, consequently on his acces- sion he moved his court into a more open space, away from the prying, ob- servant eyes of the citizens of Paris. He was a king who felt gardens and groves indispensable to life and happi- ness, therefore he spared no expense to obtain them. He enlarged the Tuil- eries and built Versailles. lie fin- ished and elaborated the long gallery begun by Henry IV. on the south side of the Tuileries, yet he never lived there. The qualities of the French rulers of that period have been well de- scribed by Bentley, who said that their strongest characteristics were, “timidity, reserve, almost bashfulness. They had no desire more strong than that of es- caping from the world, hiding them- selves from the metropolis, creating for themselves a kind of retirement in which woman, woman’s ways and woman’s pleasures quite surpassed every manly thought and manly ambition. Effeminacy without purity, solitude without seriousness, such was the un- happy lot of monarchs endowed with all that the world would consider an accu- mulation of enjoyment.” I11 the minds of the monarchs of that period Paris was insignificant, Versailles of supreme importance. The Tuileries was silent and deserted. No troops ever paraded the streets of the city or filled the court-yard of the palace. No gay equipages were ever seen to drive up to 8' SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. that grand entrance, and no lights or signs of festivity were ever seen in the deserted halls and salons. This was more than the people of Paris could stand. Hatred of Versailles by Paris caused the revolution of 1789. On October 5, 1789, King Louis XVI. was brought to Paris by Les Dames de la Halle and installed in the Tuileries and there watched by the observant and jealous eyes of the people. The mere change from the comfortable, luxurious and convenient apartments of Ver- sailles to the uncomfortable, barren and inconvenient quarters of the Tuileries was hard in itself, but rendered harder and more distressing because of the open structure of the Tuileries. It has been said that the most watchful popu- lace and the most terrible of their tribunes could not have planned a building, “where privacy was more im- possible, or where the monarch could be more completely watched and in- truded upon by his people.” It was, in fact, one great gallery ot glass visi- ble throughout, and a series of apart- ments without corridors, thus making it impossible to establish separate apart- ments. Another thing added greatly to their troubles. Opposite the northwest cor- ner of the Tuileries stood a large wooden building, in which the Assem- bly met, and around which discontented crowds were accustomed to gather. Here were the headquarters of those elements of discord, crime and blood- shed, which gave such dreadful immor- tality to the name of Marat. It was impossible for a building, situated as was the Tuileries, not to feel the effect of this tide of force and violence, and on two occasions, the popular wave did burst in. The first was on July 20, 1792, and seemed a mere trial of strength. The second, was on Aug- ust 10, of the same year, when the mob once more invaded the palace, killed every man whom they encoun- tered, wrecked furniture and carried off everything of value. The king and his family had taken refuge in the Assem- bly Hall, where they spent the night on the rough benches. The faithful Swiss guard, whose fidelity has been com- memorated by Thorwaldsen in the dying Lion of Lucerne, were almost all shot down. The next royal occupant of the Tuileries was Napoleon I., who took up his residence there, February 1, 1800. He made great improvements in and about the building. He built the north wing running parallel to the Rue de Rivoli, and connecting it to the Louvre on that side. He also removed all the small buildings from what is now the Place du Caroussel, in order that he might, from the balcony of the Tuile- ries, review his many thousand troops. After the battle of Waterloo, the palace fell into the hands of the Bour- bons and again and again was invaded by the populace. It was occupied by the National Guard after each revolu- tion until Napoleon III. took possession in 1852. He resided there until he left in July, 1870. to take command of the army of the Rhine, and “the history of Royal occupation closes with the flight of the Empress Eugenie, after the bat- tle of Sedan.” The closing scene in the life of this great palace was one of awful magnifi- cence. On the 20th of May, 1871, the communists gave orders to have the Tuileries destroyed The various rooms were filled with petroleum, gun powder, and other combustibles, and on the 22nd and 23rd of May, they were set on fire in several places. The conflagra- tion assumed gigantic dimensions. It was impossible to check it, and in a short time, the whole west side was re- duced to a mass of crumbling ruins. These ruins were allowed to stand until 1883, when they were taken down and now no part of that grand building is left, except the wings joining the Louvre. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 9 flftavQuerite. LAVRA MARIK MARCEAU, S. E. . S., 1000. “And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.’1 I. It was a beautiful summer clay in Paris. The air was warm and clear, and the dazzling sun shone from a sky of deepest azure. In the Parc Monceau the wind murmured softly amid the branches of the trees, and faintly ruffled the surface of the lake; while the glee- ful voices of children were heard, as they gathered flowers and chased butter- flies over the thick, soft grass. The Champs Elysces was crowded with fine equipages rolling on toward the Hois de Boulogne, and despite the warmth of the day, the boulevards were thronged with promenaders; fashionably dressed men and women, sight-seers, here and there a white-capped nurse with her charge, and merry children. It hardly seemed possible that on such a bright day and in such a happy world, trouble or grief could exist. In a poor quarter of the city, high in a lonely garret, a young man stood be- fore an untouched canvas. A first glance showed him to be tall and dark, with fine brown eyes, but a second re- vealed the fact that his features were pinched and pale, the circles under his eyes too dark, his long, white hands too thin. He was friendless and had known want. His whole soul was bound up in his art, but fickle fame had, in a most capricious manner, eluded his grasp. He had had “the long, long thoughts of youth,” had pictured to himself the suc- cess and glory that must inevitably crown his faithful work ; but alas! these dreams had been rudely shattered by stern realities. At the outset of his career, his father died, having shortly before met with financial reverses. Gaston d’ Aubigne was now an orphan and penniless. He strove to be cour- ageous, but the road to fame and fortune was a weary, weary one to climb, and it seemed as if all his efforts were in vain. That day he had resolved to begin a new picture, determined to make it a success, but as he contemplated his canvas, he reflected that he was too poor to hire a model, and he dare not trust to memory alone. He put his palette down and nervously paced the floor. Presently he seated himself at the attic window, whence he could see the great, round sun setting in a sea of molten gold in the west, just as he had watched it in happier times when there were no cares on his mind, and he dreamed of the time to come. A host of tender recollections came to him, and he thanked God, that, in spite of the last few dark and dreary years of hunger and want, he could still call up memories of a loving mother and a happy childhood. He was a lad again. There stood his father’s house, surrounded by trees. And the garden where his mother so carefully tended the plants. Then the hedge that separated their land from that of their neighbor, and their neigh- bor no other than the father of Mar- guerite. To Gaston there could be no more beautiful name than Marguerite. From the time she could toddle they had been boon companions. He smiled as he recalled the chubby little figure, with its innocent baby face and golden ringlets, from which a refractory sun- bonnet was always slipping. She had always been “Petite Mar- guerite” to him until the day he saw her depart for the chapel where she was to receive her first communion. And that day he never forgot. He saw her coming down the path, the sweet-scented flowers blooming on either side of her, and she the fairest of them all in her white dress. A snowy veil bound her pure forehead and her eyes shone with the light of heaven. “St. Marguerite,” he had called her then. Yes, “St. Marguerite,” until the joyous day he called her “his own Marguerite”—and there the beautiful dream ended. His father and mother died and he had not known a happy day 10 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. since. Reduced to poverty and too proud to be a burden to his friends, he disappeared from their knowledge. The days, the months slipped by ; for over a year Marguerite Rivarol had not had tidings of her lover, and that lover, as he sat in the growing dusk, was wonder- ing if she ever thought of him, and try- ing to persuade himself that she never did, that such happiness was not for him. With a sigh he rose, and taking his hat, he descended the rickety stairs. At the door below he found Madame Jacque, his portly landlady, and her worthy family cooling themselves on the steps. He simply bade them good evening and was off. The wine-vender’s wife came over to gossip with Madame Jacque. The lat- ter confided to her that the monsieur must have something on his mind, he had grown very restless of late. Indeed, he scarcely noticed “Petit Pierre, for whom he almost always had a stick of candy hidden in his pocket. It was impossible to put such a man out for not paying for his room; he was so good to the children ! And so she had offered him the garret gratis. And he was bound to be famous some day. Then no doubt he’d remember Madame Jacque. Mon Dieu ! not that she thought of a reward ! but he would re- call that she had said, “Ah, Monsieur! You will be a great man some day ! ” In the meanwhile Gaston had pro- cured a roll and a glass of milk at a small store and was walking now along the side streets. At last he reached the brilliantly lighted boulevard where the pavements were thronged as in day- time. Many sat before the glittering cafe where they were served with ices. Gaston felt like a spectre in this gay crowd. Hut he came hither with a faint hope that he might see his Marguerite’s face somehow, somewhere ; for the pre- ceding winter he had caught a glimpse of her as she ascended the marble steps of the Grand Opera House and had iioted with relief that her father accom- panied her. Hut good fortune had not favored him since. Soon, unable to bear the gay laughter and joyous talk, he took his way home through a lone- some street, sick at heart. Suddenly, on the still air rose the notes of a violin. O how it sobbed and quivered ! It breathed despair in every tone. It was a strain of anguish that made the heart heavy and hopeless. Finally, it mourn- fully faded away. Gaston stood trans- fixed. Hut, hark! again it rose! this time soft and sweet, it breathed of hope ; then higher, gayer, a song of joy, a song of exultation, a mad song ot triumph ! In his heart he felt a response to the song. Hope should still be his, and coupled with hope, the name of Mar- guerite. And blessing the player, who- ever he might be, Gaston once more turned homeward, this time with hope in his heart. He would paint a grand picture of Marguerite that would bring him fame and fortune, and then-- Husy with his plans he heeded not that he was followed by a man who care- fully noted the house Gaston entered. II. Monsieur Rivarol had recently bought a house in Paris on the Avenue de la Reine Hortense. It was long past breakfast time. The trim little maid rung the bell a dozen and one times, until with her cap awry and her heart beating with trepidation, she tiptoed up stairs. She heard voices in the library, and on knocking, was an- swered by Madame Rivarol who said they were coming down immediately, which immediately proved another quar- ter hour. Guillaume, the cook, was in despair. Finally the family did make its appearance, and coffee and rolls served and the maid out of hearing, con- versation was resumed. “O papa! Are you perfectly sure it was he ? ” “My dear Marguerite,” returned Mon- sieur Rivarol, “don’t ask me again, pray. Tho’, as I said, he has sadly changed since we last saw him.” “Poor Gaston,” said Madame Rivarol, “it would have broken his mother's heart had she lived.” “Poor Gaston !” repeated Marguerite. “O papa! You’ll surely send for him at once ? ” “Surely, surely, my dear. I’m just as anxious to see him as you. Will you kindly hand me the sugar ? ” “Papa, you don’t know how I’ve suf- SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. fered, and it seems as if I couldn’t wait a moment longer! ” “There, there, don’t cry, it’s all over now and,—my dear, you’ve actually made me put salt in my coffee when 1 asked for sugar.” Here Monsieur Rivarol rose abruptly and went to the window, tho’ I’m sure there was nothing interesting to see. He was a stout, good-natured man, tender hearted and easily touched, tho’ he never would admit that. On the contrary, he affirmed that he was “a stern man, sir, very stern ! Sentiment was for women, sir.” And so Marguer- ite’s whimsical and kindly father had seen Gaston. III. Gaston had returned with good inten- tions, but he was not destined to fulfil them at once. Hunger and privation had done their work, and he was taken seriously ill. Eor three weeks he tossed about feverishly on his bed. In his delirium he beheld Marguerite just as he had seen her on the night of the opera, the brilliant globes of the Opera House lighting up her sweet face with its pale gold tresses in which was fas- tened a single rose. liver she smiled upon him and ever beckoned and pointed to an untouched canvas. He strove to go to her, but some one held him back. Suddenly a chill wind swept 11 over him, and all was dark and still. A violin was playing a mournful funeral march. Nearer and nearer it came, while a faint uncertain light grew more and more. Marguerite was dead, dead ! She no longer smiled upon him. No, for her blue eyes were closed forever now. She was covered with black; two tapers flickered fitfully at her head, while on the floor lay a crushed rose. She was dead. Hark ! the violin said so. “Marguerite,” he prayed aloud. She had returned at the sound of his voice. “Did you call me?” she said softly. No, Marguerite did not die. It was no delirium then. Marguerite was there, and so was her mother, and so was her father, and they all laughed and cried together, which was quite against the physician’s orders not to ex- cite the patient. And Gaston did become famous as Madame Jacque predicted. If you want proof just step around the corner and inquire of “Petit Pierre,” where he got his wonderful new rocking-horse. Fur- thermore see for yourself in the “Salon” the painting signed “Gaston d’Aubigne.” It is the uplifted head of a maiden, about which shines a light, and in her pale gold tresses is fastened a single rose. It is called “Hope.” Moreover, it is the portrait of Gaston's wife, Mar- guerite. H Barbarian llnvaston. “Oh, Mis’ Pitkin called today, John.” Mrs. Deacon’s carefully indifferent tone could not quite conceal her pride and satisfaction. Mr. Deacon put down his knife and fork and exclaimed with in- terest, “Sho, now, did she reely? ” Mrs. Deacon, once started, made no further attempt to hide her delight. “Yes, she did, an’ she talked real nice about Alice. I was dretful afraid his folks wouldn’t think she was good enough for him, bein’ as his father’s a contractor an’ all, but his mother seemed real pleased. Well, Alice is a good girl, an’ she’ll make a mighty pretty bride, if I do say it as I shouldn't. Mis’ Pitkin mus’ve just got here last night. It’s real nice she’s come on to the weddin'. John Deacon ! Stop eatin’ with your knife! What if his folks should see you ! ” “ I forgot; I forgot, Mariar,” said John, apologetically. Then, anxious to change a subject that threatened trouble, he asked, “ Who’s the letter on the mantel- piece from ? ” “Well, I do declare,” exclaimed Mrs. Deacon, “ I was so worked up ’bout 12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Mis’ Pitkin cornin’ in, an’ she came just as the postman handed it to me, an’ it slipped my mind completely. I wonder who it is from ; it's addressed to me. She turned it over and over, studied the writing and the postmark, and even tried to squint in at a little place where the flap was not glued down before she opened it. At length she began to read. Suddenly, she jumped up, ran to Mr. Deacon and brandished the letter in his face, crying, . “ I won’t have her here ! She can’t come here! An’ Alice goin’ to be married day after tomorrow, an’ I told Mis’ Pit- kin there wa’n’t a bit of Irish in our fam’ly, an’ she said she’d never consent to Jim’s marryin’ anybody Irish, an’— O, Lord, Lord, Lord ! ’’ “For heaven’s sakes, _ Maria r,” expos- tulated Mr. Deacon, “stop ravin’ like a •crazy critter, and let’s see the letter.” Mrs. Deacon threw the letter on the table and fell back in her chair moaning, “I won’t have it, so there! She can’t come here. Jes’ like that Joe Daley; might know he’d do something to spite me ! It’s all that wife of his, I know ! ” Mr. Deacon, with some difficulty, and much spelling under his breath, read the letter aloud : — “Dear Cousin Maria : — “I takes my pen in hand to let you know that your grandmother came from Ireland last week. We are dreadful crowded and she wants to go to you. She will go on the train that leaves here at 5.30. The children are well. I hope this will find you the same. No more at present from your cousin, “Joseph Daley. John stared first at the letter, then at his wife. As the situation slowly dawned upon him, he gave his knee a resounding slap and chuckled, “Well, if this don’t beat all ! ’’ “I must say you take it mighty cool, John Deacon, said his wife, with a woe- begone sniff ; “she’ll be here tomorrow, an’ Alice is goin’ to be married the day after, and all Jim Pitkin’s folks ’ll be here, ready to pick on anything, an’ all the neighbors, an’—an’ everybody. An’ me always tellin’ how all my folks came from Maine! ” “Well, I don’t see but it’s all your own fault, said John in an exasperat- ingly cheerful tone, “you hadn’t orter been ashamed 0’ your relations. “Now, John Deacon, you know as well as I do that I was born and brought up in the State 0’ Maine. I don’t see that I had any call to tell everybody all about all my folks way back.” “O come now, don’t worry. She may be a real nice old lady. I’ll go down an’ meet her. Let’s sec, that train’ll get in about nine, an’ it’ll be dark, an’ nobody ’ll see her until you’ve had a chance to slick her up a little.” The next evening John helped up the steps what looked like an animated bundle of shawls, hedged by an array of smaller bundles, bags and packages. With much difficulty John piloted the bundle into the hall. Then he sat down on the stairs and wiped his forehead. Mrs. Deacon walked round the bun- dle, trying to decide on a point of attack. A violent commotion seemed to be going on under the shawls, the odor of gin became stronger, and at last a long, skinny brown arm appeared, and a hoarse, cracked voice wheezed : — “An’ is this the way I’m trated! Niver a word 0’ welkim to yer poor ould granny that’s come all this way for a look at yez, an’ me near 90 year ould ! Ou, ay, ’tis always the way. Thim that’s ould can fend fer thimsilves. Why don’t yez be takin’ me bundles, an’ helpin’ me off wid me shawl, ye blatherin’ idjit, ‘stid 0’ standin’ there loike I don’t know what! ’’ Mr. Deacon, thus adjured, hastened to take the bundles, Mrs. Deacon peeled off the shawls, and between them they got the old lady seated before the kitchen fire. She arranged her dingy old cap, smoothed down her short black skirt, patched with three shades of blue, and looked about her with pleased ap- proval. “Ye’re rale tidy here, Molly, me girrul,” she said, “ betthcr nor yer cousin — arrah ! but it’s him that’s got the wife, poor bhy! Sorra a word of welkim I’ve heard yet! Yez haven’t as much as said ‘I’m glad to see yez! ’ Loikely yer not. “Oh, you mustn’t say that, grand- mother, said Mrs. Deacon hastily. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. ‘I’m sure we're real pleased to see you.” “I wasn’t manin’ to come till a wake come choosday, but Joe’s wife (the black thing she is), sez to me, sez she, ‘Molly's girrul’s to be married,’ sez she, ‘an’ 1 haven’t a doubt they’ll be rale plased to have ye there,’ sez she, an’ thin I makes up my mind. Banin’ a wake, there’s nothin' more plasin’ nor a wed din’.” Mrs. Deacon, choking down her wrath at this new proof of the perfidy of Joe’s wife, remembered her duties as hostess. ‘•Don’t you want a bite to eat? You must be jes’ tuckered out. Here’s some tea, nice an’ hot. Do have a cup.” “No, darlint, I’m not wantin’ a sup, I’m that full. I’ll be goin’ to bed. I loot ! ye naden’t be so quick loike (this to Mrs. D.acon, who had risen to assist her upstairs) did yez think I’d be goin’ to bed widout me shmoke ? I lowly mother! No, here it is. Sure, an’ I was thinkin’ the crather was lost in- toirely.” The old lady burrowed into the depths of an apparently bottomless pocket, and produced a short black pipe. This she proceeded to fill with tobacco, muttering many little exclamations of pleasure. Mrs. Deacon gasped “My Lord ! ” and, in her confusion, sat down in a chair already occupied by a dilap- idated bag. A shrill scream made her jump up at once, as the owner of the bag, after placing her pipe carefully on her chair, ran with surprising energy to the rescue of her property. She opened the bag anxiously, and took out a small black bottle. “Eyah ! ” she exclaimed, in a tone of great relief, “it’s all right. Saints pre- sarve us, but I thought sure it ’ud be broke intoirely.” Then, noticing Mrs. Deacon’s look of horror, she added, with an air of virtuous pride, “Ye naden’t be afeard, Molly. Sorra a wan o’ the MacKenzie’s was iver too fond o’ the bottle, an’ I was niver a drinkin’ woman. A dhrop in the mornin’ an’ a taste-loike, when me soide do be falein’ bad—that’s all I iver was known to take. I’m apt to be took faint-loike, an’ thim blatherin’ trains, I knew they’d bring it on me, an’ so I jis’ tucked this dhrop in 13 me bag. But 1 11 be goin’ to bed, Molly. I’m that dead wid the slape, I can’t walk.” The next day was one of many trials for Mrs. Deacon. There were a thou- sand things to be done for the wedding in the evening, and in the midst of all her work and worry, she had to watch the old laciy every minute. It she re- laxed her vigilance a second, she would find her visitor at the parlor window, her pipe in her mouth, watching the passers-by; or she would find her in the room where the wedding-dress was laid, picking and pulling and disarranging everything in her efforts to understand the construction of the wonder. If the door-bell rang, Mrs. Deacon would open the door the merest chink, knowing well that the brown, wrinkled face, with the cunning, bleared old eyes, was conspicuously visible somewhere. If all this was trying during the day, it be- came doubly so wnen the guests began to arrive in the evening. The old lady had no intention whatever being out of all the fun. She was persu.ided, with much difficulty, that her dress was not fit to appear in such fine company. She agreed not to be seen, but nothing could shake her determination to see. So she was stationed in the little room behind the parlor, with strict injunc- tions not to open the door more than a crack. The company came in full force. All the Bitkins were there, Mrs. Bitkin graciously condescending, Mr. Bitkin, the father, humble with the proud humility of a contractor, and a host of lesser lights. In her joy and pride, Mrs. Deacon forgot all about the little room and its dangerous occupant. Just as Alice and Jim stood up before the minister, she saw the door behind her swing half open, sniffed the unmistak- able odor of strong liquors, and heard a hoarse whisper, “The darlint ! don’t she look purty now! ” Mrs. Bitkin also saw, smelt and heard. Looking with surprise at the disreputable old woman peering round the corner, she asked, “Why, who is that ? ” Mrs. Deacon rose to the occasion. “Oh, it’s the washerwoman,” she said hastily, “she’s real fond of Alice, an’ 14 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. wanted dretful to see her gittin’ mar- ried, an’ I told her she could peek in from there. I told her to be careful ’bout the door, but I guess she kinder got interested an’ forgot. Hush! there’s the minister beginnin’.” When all the excitement was over, and every one had gone, Mrs. Deacon said, with decision, “It’s no use, John, she’s got to go. Now there’s Susan Moore up in Maine, she that married your mother’s cousin Dan. She’s poor as a church mouse, an' I guess she has mighty slim pickin’s, livin’ there all alone. We’ll do without that pianner, an’ pay Susan to take care of her.” So the next night, the old lady and her bundles started off again. She turned on the top step to say to Mrs. Deacon : “Maybe ye’ll know what it’s loike yersilf, havin’ thim that belongs to ye mist rate ye, ye ongrateful woman that yez are, wid yer proud ’Mirikin notions. M irk my words, it’s sorrow you'll know for this day, an’ yur turnin’ a poor, ould widdy woman out in the could, wid niver a dhrop in her bottle ! ” XTbe Diolin. he nr ha hi. l. simox. The ancestry of the violin, consider- ing this as a type of instrument to be played with a bow, goes back to the earliest antiquity. Innumerable pas- sages might bequoted from the Oriental and classical writers, illustrating the important part taken by the forefathers of the violin, in feast, festival and re- ligious ceremonial, in the fiery delights of battle, and also in the enjoyments of peace. It was not until the 15th cen- tury, however, that the art of making instruments of the viol class, began to approach that high perfection which it speedily attained. The list of honored names connected with the development of art in the 15th, 16th and 17th cen- turies is a long one, and among these, the names ot the great violin-makers, beginning with Gaspard de Salo of Brescia, who first raised a rude craft to an art, should be included. From Brescia, came the masters who estab- lished the Cremona School, a name not only immortal in the history of music, but full of vital significance; for it was not until the violin was perfected, and a distinct school of violin-playing founded, that there became possible the creation of the symphony—the highest form of music. At the time when Gaspard de Salo, and the many other famous violin makers such as Morelli were sending forth their violins, Raphael and Titian were busily painting their great canvasses. While Antonius Straduarius and Joseph Guar- narius were occupied with the noble in- struments which have immortalized their names, Canaletto was painting his Venetian squares and canals. In the musical world, Corelli was writing his gigues and sarabandes, Tartini was dreaming out his “Devil’s Trill,” and Brocherini laying the foundation of chamber music. It is a curious fact that not only the violin, but violin music, was the creature of the most flourishing period of art. The great artist whose work is most highly appreciated — Straduarius—and who has been sung by Longfellow and other poets, is worthy of all the honor which has ever been, and will probably always be rendered him. George Eliot in her poem, “The Stradvari,” probably pictures his life to us accurately : “That plain white-aproned man who stood at work, Patient and accurate, full fourscore years, Cherished his sight and touch by temperance, And since keen sense is love of perfectness, Made perfect violins, the needed paths For inspiration and high mastery.” Antonins Straduarius lived a quiet existence, absorbed in his labor, and car- ing for nothing in the outside world which did not touch his all-beloved art. He labored for the perfection of the violin, without haste and without rest. The fierce Italian sun beating down upon his workshop made it like an oven, SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 15 but it did not check the progress of his work, for it seemed to him good to dry the wood for his violins. On the slopes of the hills grew grand forests of maple, pine and willow, but he cared nothing for forest or hillside except that they grew wood for violins. To be sure, the vineyards yielded rich wine, but for him the main use of the grape was, after all, to furnish the spirit wherewith to compound varnish. The sheep, ox and horse, were good for food, but still more important to him, because from them came the hair for the bow, the violin strings and the glue which held the pieces together. In a word, the world seemed to him a mere work- shop, where everything contributed in a measure to the making and to the per- fecting of his instrument. Justas Straduarius was the greatest maker of violins, so Paganini was the greatest performer on this same instru- ment, and though there were many ex- cellent and noted early violinists, there is not one who has attained the stand- ing which Paganini did. The name of that incomparable artist is now used as a standard by which to estimate the ex- cellence of those who have succeeded him. 11 is personality was so extraordi- nary and such mystery surrounded all his movements that they conspired to make him an object of great curiosity, so much so that the announcement of one of his concerts in any European city made more stir than any great pub- lic event. Crowds followed his strange figure in the streets wherever he went, and had he lived in the mediaeval ages, he would certainly have been looked upon as a magician or a sorcerer, in- vested with power over the spirits of earth and air. Prom his violin, those who have been fortunate enough to have heard him, have heard such melodies as only the nightingale can pour forth. Such melt- ing sounds have never issued from any instrument except his. It has even been said that at many places where he played musicians pressed forward from behind the scenes to get as close to him as possible, and they could not sleep at night for thinking of him. The impres- sion made by Paganini upon his hearers was more than that of the greatest violinist. His hearers forgot the ad- miration due to the greatest virtuoso and seemed to listen to voices from another world, and, as everybody knows, Paganini has been thought to owe his wonderful skill to the evil one, by whom he was thought to be guided in the use of his bow and in the motion of his fin- gers. Musical Memory. Musical memory, in its best sense, is developed by training the ear to re- cord intelligently what it hears, the mind what it thinks, the emotions what they feel, the will what it commands, and the muscles what they do. We all know that theonly and great art of memory is exercise and labor. To learn much by heart, to meditate much, and if possible, daily, are the most efficacious of all methods, and this may be well ap- plied to music. Constant effort, daily exercise and meditation constitute, then, the chief secret of this art. It is a good rule not to permit a day to pass with- out committing to memory some musi- cal thought, and repeating one or more of the pieces previously learned, for fre- quent repetition is most helpful to ar- tistic interpretation. “I understand,” said Mrs. Connoiseur, as she swept into her seat at a concert, “that Herr Sopolisbie is to play to- night.” “Ain't that nice!” responded Mrs. P.irvenue. “He’s a regular- master- piece on the fiddle, I understand.” “Ahem! Yes. Had you heard that he has a Stradivari us ? ” “No ! Is it possible ? ” “I heard s .” “Where did the poor fellow get it?” “They say he got it a year or two ago on the Continent.” “Well, that’s awful. Can’t nothing bj done for him? It seems as if the cholera and all them dreadful diseases come from those dirty foreign places.” Mabel—“He called me a harp of a thousand golden strings.” Maud—“And what did you say?” Mabel—“Oh, I called him a lyre.” i6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Life is real, life is earnest, And it might be more sublime, If we were not kept so busy, Scribbling nonsense all the time. Preacher—“Does your father fear the Lord ? ” Little Girl—“I think he does, for he never goes out on Sunday without his gun.” “My, daughter,” and his voice was stern, “You must set this matter right; What time did that senior leave, Who sent in his card last night.” “His work was pressing, father dear, And his love for it was great. He took his leave and went away be- fore a quarter of eight.” Then a twinkle came to her bright blue eyes, And her dimple deeper grew, “ Tis surely no sin to tell him that, For a quarter of eight is two.” “Tommy,” asked the teacher, “what was the message General Sheridan sent to General Early before the battle took place ? ” Tommy replied, “Go, Early, and avoid the rush.” There was a young woman of Lynn, Who was so exceedingly thin, That when she essayed To imbibe lemonade, She slipped through the straw and fell in. I have by huntsmen been assured— Perhaps you’ve found it so ; The deer may often be secured, If you have a little doe. An old farmer was in a store and some one asked him to listen to a phon- ograph that was on exhibition there. The operator handed him the ear tubes, placed them in proper position, and im- mediately started the machine. The farmer dropped the tube, saying, “Gosh ! There comes a brass band, and I left them mules untied.” Thieves may break through and steal, but they can never rob a telephone girl of her rings. His career as a missionary Was particularly dim : lie went to help the heathen ; They helped themselves to him. Mr. M. and Miss N. (sitting on a sofa)—“Mr. Snodgrass, won’t you join us ? ” Mr. S.—“I’m awfully sorry, but I’m not a clergyman.” There was a naughty Mr. Who hugged a girl and Kr., At which she took flight, And so the next night, This naughty Mr. Kr. Sr. Mr. Grumps—“What’s that queer odor? Smells like burning lye.” Mrs. Grumps—“Don’t know. I haven’t been putting anything in the stove except some of your old love letters.” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 17 WONDERFUL! While witnessing a game of ball, a small boy was struck in the back of the head with the ball and the bawl came out of his mouth. An Irishman eating his first green corn handed the cob to the waiter and asked, “Will ye plase put some more banes on me stick ? ” THE MORMON. He who courts and goes away, Lives to court another day, Rut he who weds and courts girls still May get to court against his will. Ethel (to her younger brother, who had been whipped)—“Don’t mind, brother, don’t mind.” Brother (between sobs)—“That’s just what I was licked for.” English History puzzles me; I never can see why, After so many reigns It still should be so dry. Professor—“What is the meaning of equinox ? ” A student (thoughtfully) — “Equi means horse, and nox means night; night-mare, sir.” To keep out of debt acquire the rep- utation of a rascal and no one will trust you. To keep from stuttering, don’t talk. Under an ancient elm she stood, A fairy form in gray; Her eyes were bright as the stars of night, And she merrily trilled a lay. I stood in the window and watched her face. It was wise and passing fair As the ditty she sang so merrily rang On the wind of the evening air. I was stirred to the depths of my very soul, Ne’er heard I voice like that, And I threw all I had at her very feet, For she was—my neighbor’s cat. HOW BASE BALL STARTED. The devil was the first coacher. He coached Eve when she stole first. Adam stole second. When Isaac met Rebekah at the well she was walking with a pitcher. Samson struck out a good many times when he beat the Philistines. Moses made his first run when he slew the Egyptian. Cain made a base hit when he killed Abel. Abra- ham made a sacrifice. The prodigal son made a home run. David was a long distance thrower, and Moses shut out the Egyptians at the Red Sea. Exchange Notes. The Purple and White, Pittsburg, Kan., is a very amusing paper. We wonder why some schools send us two papers of the same number. The Echoes from Joplin, Mo., has a very clever and witty department called “Local.” The February number of the Aegis, Bloomington, 111., is published as the “Girls’ Number.” The Bulletin of Lawrence, Mass., comes to us arrayed in a very handsome and appropriate cover. We were very glad to receive the Voice, published in the interests of the Cambridge High School, Ohio. It con- tains an especially good exchange column. The best stories which appeared in the exchanges this month were in the Radiator of New Haven. Among the best were “That Valentine,” “He, She, and Hallowe’en” and “A Broken Alle- giance.” We acknowledge the receipt of the following papers with pleasure : Echoes, Voice, Aegis, Racquet, Olio, Ouill, Olympian, Observer, Review, Journal, Oracle, Radiator, Pythian, Spectator, Argus Recorder, Chauncy Ilall Ab- stract, Gopher Bulletin, Courier, Clarion, Imp, Premier, Monitor, Lowell, Thistle, Walking Leaf, Criterion, Register, Oak Leaves, Enterprise, Purple and White. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 18 a (Sbost 5tor c. ir. n., l. In the north central part of Germany, in the foothills of the Hartz Mountains, rests the quiet, little town of Rhoden, the site of the old Schloss of the Furst of Waldeck and Pymont. It has been uninhabited since the union of the va- rious states in 1861, and is now in charge of a guardian. The town is very small and isolated, and surrounded by forests on all sides, in which, according to tradition, many dark deeds have been performed. The neighboring vil- lages are few and far between, and, as the peasants usually journey on foot, they seek to lessen the fatigue of travel- ling by telling stories, and so there are very few places that do not have some weird legend connected with them. One road, the one from Cassel, I believe, is known by the following tale : First, at the point where the road immerges from the woods stands a large, sombre pine, in whose shade an officer of the Furst is said to have killed himself; a little farther along on the opposite side of the road are the hermit’s hut and haunted house, then the churchyard, and lastly, the village pond, lying in the shadow of a hill, on which the Schloss stands and into whose murky waters many have been lured by the irrlichte to an untimely death. Long years ago, a hermit, coming from no one knew where, built a small hut almost opposite the big pine. Al- though he kept aloof from all the towns folks, they never thought ill of him. Several years later, a villager, Adolph Benninger, built a house a little nearer the village. He prospered and reared a large family without mishap until, one night, he decided that he could save his own hay by pasturing his cattle on the meadow across the road. This field belonged to the Schloss and as tres- passing was forbidden, he stealthily drove his stock over after dusk. He seated himself upon a stump to herd his cattle. After sitting there about an hour, quietly smoking his pipe, he noticed a fire up near the woods. It did not show up like a common fire, but looked as if something was spitting it, and a white apparition, not unlike a horse but with a queer motion, was hob- bling around before it. Now Bennin- ger was not a superstitious man, but he had heard of der ten 'el der fener spuckt and did not care to make his acquain- tance, so he hurriedly drove his cattle home. Next morning he went to investigate, but only found an old, rotten stump knocked to pieces, and farther up the road a white horse with his fore feet bound to keep him from running away. But three days later his eldest daughter died without having been ill. Again he saw the strange sight, and three days after his wife died. These happenings soon aroused the townsfolk, and they made several attempts to find the cause of the fire. Once, after watching all night in the vicinity where they had just seen the mysterious flame, they found the hermit perched in a tree, into which retreat he claimed he had been driven by some great monster. But three days later one of the remaining children of Mr. Benninger died. Then he left the village, giving anyone who wished to take possession of his home permission to do so. Jacob Miller, just starting out in mar- ried life, glad to get such a lift, settled there. Shortly afterward he saw the mysterious fire one evening when com- ing home from town, and three days later he was a widower. The house now gained the reputation of being haunted, and it remained unoccupied for a long time. People would no longer go past it after dark, and even the old hermit was advised to abandon his home. Finally another family coming from Swabia decided to risk the danger and live there. The people assured each other that der Swab was so duvnn wie stroh, but he soon proved he was not so stupid after all. One night he saw the fire in the woods, and set out to find out what it was. Instead of approaching from the open, he went up the road and then came back through the woods SOM ICR VILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 9 towards the fire. When he was quite near it disappeared, and something ran away with a step that did not sound ghost-like. It was a damp, dark night and lie could see nothing, but on stum- bling against an old stump just where the fire had been, he seized a piece of it and cast it after the fleeing object. As il by magic it became bright as fire and disclosed the hermit in flight. Thus der dinnme Sivab had solved the mys- terious fire, and discovered that damp, rotten wood hurled into the air on a dark, damp night would become lumin- ous. After this success he decided that he could solve the dying part of the mystery. Accordingly the third night afterward LUMNI NOTES. Allen G. Chapin and Henry E. Mead, both of 99, passed with high nonors the “Tech mid- years. C. Roy Pipe, ’99, of football fame, has se- cured a promising posi- tion with the Bradstreet Mercantile Co. in Boston. Mr. C. Ernest Burton, '96, Tufts, 1900, is one of the candidates for this season's varsity base ball team. We take pleasure in announcing the engagement of Mr. Herbert S. Richard- son to Miss Helen Loretta Burkett, both of ’96. The engagement is announced of Grace I. Godfrey, '99, and Arthur F. Dow. The engagement of Charlotte F. Huntley, ’99, and Leslie E. A. Smith, formerly of the class of 1900, is an- nounced. Several of the class of '99 were initi- ated into Greek letter societies early in the year. Among them were Edith F. Biker into the Delta Delta D dta at B ston Universitv, wnile at Tufts Col- lege Arthur E. Ellis became an Aloha Tau Omegi, and Elsie Tufts an Alpha Delta Sigma. he kept awake. Shortly after midnight he heard a rustling on the rafters of the loft over his head. Looking up he saw two shining balls. He had just jumped out of bed when they landed where he had been. Then something rattled near his door and pushed it ajar. He followed the rustling noise, and in the light of the moon, as it sailed from be- hind a black cloud, he saw a huge snake crawling around the hermit's hut. He crushed it with a stone, and although the fire has been seen once or twice since then, no one has died at the haunted house, but the hermit after- wards died from the effects of a bite from a poisonous snake he was training. The engagement is announced of Mr. Clarence A. Cushman, ’96, to Miss Lilia Sumner of Milford, Mass. Miss Elizabeth Wisdom, ’96, has a position in the office of the Metropoli- tan Insurance Company as stenographer. “Tech has lost a promising man in the person of Francis J. Brine, presi- dent of ’99, who has left its halls to go into business with his father. The engagement is announced of Wes- ley A. Maynard, ’96, former editor of the Radiator, now of the Boston Jour- nal, and Miss Alice M. Richard. A member of last year’s Radiator staff has already begun his career in the journalistic world. We hear that Wal- ter C. Nickerson, athletic editor for '99, is reporting for one of the Boston dailies. Miss Josephine M. Clark, Latin, '96, as president of the Gamma Delta, officiated at the Klatsch Collegium which occurred on February 23, the most important social function of the year at Boston University. Mr. Baxter recently received a letter fro n : I :n nay Klaipo, the brilliant Bur- mese who prepared for college at the Son irvdle Latin School, and afterwards attended the Newton Theological Insti- tute. IL1 is now teaching in the Mis- si mary School at Toungoo, Burma. 20 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. LATIN NOTES !J|j|gljS|f 1900. When is that senior-junior social com- ing off ? Will any water be drunk in Paris when the Exposition visitors go there ? Farnum has discovered that the sponges used by the Greeks were holy. Did he mean porous ? Bacon is always the first one at school nowadays. lie is acting on the princi- ple of the “early bird.” According to Homer, the Cyclops was not a pleasure to behold, in other words, a “sight to behold.” In the “Three Musketeers” we learn that Athos was a “tank.” Any man who drinks 15 bottles of wine a day must be. Those silent pauses which Moore makes when he comes to a French “ex- clamation” are very effective. They convey the meaning accurately. A great match-race of a mile, be- tween Vinal and Purcell, is being talked about. Meanwhile Vinal goes on training with no anxiety in his mind. If the polo team receive caps, it will add one more variety to the stock up at school already. We might send a hat of each sort to Paris as a part of our exhibition. All persons wishing to know their family history should consult Professor Sturtevant, Ph. D., A. B. C, X Y. Z., etc. Histories of every country, fam- ily-trees furnished and everybody’s ancestry traced back to a king. One of the boys seems to have great trouble with his throat, judging from the difficulty he has in speaking. It must be nervousness, for it only appears in recitation. What a rush there was to English High when we were allowed for the first time to obtain lunch there. It was just like a “back to the office in ten minutes—pie-sandwich-coffee” rush. Mrs. Gilbert says that Miss Eaton generally forgets her name. She beats Kipling’s “Absent-Minded Beggar,” or even the “absent-minded professor” of the joke papers. In Ovid’s Metamorphoses, just after the flood when Deucalion and his wife, Pyrrha, are the only ones left of all mankind, the former refers to himself and Pyrrha as a crowd. This is rather contrary to the old saying, which makes three a crowd. The Theta Chi Alpha Society has taken up basket ball and has done very well so far. It has lots of material but the team needs practice. It is hinted that they “threw up” the game with the Theta Delta Sigma because of fear of having to meet Harvard, Yale and the other colleges. 1901. “From a boy he desired to be a man.’’ “No one being killed they thought themselves safe.” Was it merely a slip of the tongue when Graham spoke of the “defence” cards used in other high schools? SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 21 We are all glad to see Miss Carpenter again after her long illness. Bennett speaks of it as a sad fact that Clearchus was not magnetic. Bartlett’s mouth is a source of trouble both to himself and the teachers. Four have left the Physics Division. Mr. Murray should feel grateful. A translation : “Molly opened the door for him, alow cry of joyful fright— a rash kiss—and she disappeared.” ODE TO THE THIRD FLOOR BOOKCASE. The Sibyl’s books, those musty tomes, Are seen no more where ancient Rome’s Proud hill tops rise. Where 'liber foams, No more their magic prophecy Brings forth from dark obscurity The secrets of futurity. But in the modern seven-hilled town Where Mystic’s muddy marshes frown, On Central Hill, a temple grand Of fame renowned doth proudly stand ; Upon whose topmost floor the spooks Of those mysterious wondrous books Reside within a magic case, And Juniors learn to know the place, And learn to know an eagle eye Can, glancing at those books, descry Reflected on their mystic back The image of yourselves, alack ! 1902. “The Gauls wept with great tears.” Moses (in Latin)—“Vel, Vel, Vel.” The cry in Latin I : “Mas any one seen my Caesar? ” “Caesar insured the minds of the Gauls.” The editor disclaims all connection with the above, which are the work of some of the bright translators of our class. We wish to suggest to French that he should “look before he hits” or else some day he will do something that he may regret. Since the opening of the English High School lunch counter to the Latin scholars the dog house man has done a poor business. The class sleigh ride would doubtless have been a great success if the snow had lasted. About 40 promised to go and all but 34 kept their promise. The Theta Delta Sigma Club of this class has lately been doing good work at basket ball. Their first game was with the Kappa Phi Eta, also of this class, and the former club won with a score of 19 to 8, although the score was pro- tested. Friday, March 9, the boys de- feated the Theta Chi Alpha Society in a close game, the score being 5-2. 1903. Hagerty is fast becoming an angel. Recent Latin translation : “ My father is two years younger than his daughter.” Teacher—“What did your mother say about your mark for deportment?” Pupil—“The usual thing.” Remember the base ball concert to- night. Let us show our loyalty to the Athletic Association by turning out en masse. Get McKenna to tell you a few of his best stories and they will quiet your un- strung nerves and send you on your way rejoicing. Was it not strange McCoy was taken sick just before that long English lea- son? By the way, his physician must be a wizard in that he was cured as soon as the school was faded from view. Perhaps he was a Christian Scientist. RESOLUTIONS. Whereas, In the Providence of a ferocious appetite, our beloved class- mate Merrifield is assuming elephantic proportions ; and Whereas, The stairs are not of suf- ficient width to accommodate his rap- idly expanding dimensions to and from the upper story ; and Whereas, His tremendous exertions in climbing upwards render him unfit for study and the stairs unsafe for man or beast; Resolved, That we petition the citi- zens of Somerville to use their good offices in procuring an elevator in the Latin School for the benefit of the said Merrifield. O') SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. ENGLISH NOTES 1900. We gladly welcome the Latin School to share our festive board. Peters says an Indian is peculiar be- cause he lets his hair grow. Who was the boy who thought his stomach held three quarts? Some one dared to mention that per- haps our ancestors were lobsters. Miss Read thinks that she has ethereal tissue in her thumb. Miss Chase has propounded a new theory : That we are descended from birds. “What organs are most concerned in tne digestion of steak?” Farrell: “The teeth.” Aperccvant un pagmier frele, il em- brassa la tige: “Perceiving a pale palm he embarrassed the tiger.” Miss L.—“A law is a rule.” Mr. C. (holding up a foot ruler)—“A law is very often enforced with a rule.” We are glad to welcome Miss Bailey on her return after a long absence. Sickness in her family has prevented her being with us. Pupil—“I have read that there is some kind of a bird with a visible soul.” Teacher in Physiology—“Only on the bottom of the feet.” Instructor, to a pupil who has failed : “I should think you would not come to recitation without knowing your les- son.” Pupil—“Well, I have to.” In regard to civil government it seems as if the employes of the city of Boston are sorely afflicted with Ilart- disease. Our class dance and reception was a great success socially and financially. The class added about $5 to the treasury. The class will be glad to hear that Miss Winship has recovered from her long siege of fever and has gone to Bridgewater to recuperate. She may be with us again after the May vacation. A TRAGEDY. A look of desperation On a man from friends remote: One hand enclosed a razor And the other clutched his throat. The keen blade pressed upon his flesh, A suicide is brave, The blade sunk deep, some fuzz flew off And D—yle knew how to shave. C. B. L. 1900 seems to be specially favored in having members who see a bit of the world before graduation. Miss Flor- ence G. King spent the week of March 5 in Washington, I). C., and is no doubt qualified to tell the Civics Class where, if not how, the nation’s laws are made, and A. Philip 11 ill returned last Friday from a two months’ sojourn abroad. Master Hill made the trip by a special steamer, and was able to visit several points not on the regulation line of travel. Among the places visited were Madeira, Gibralta, Algiers, Africa, Genoa, Nice, Monte Carlo, Milan, Venice, Lucerne, Paris and London. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. CIVIL GOVERNMENT CATCHES. “Eminent domain is the right a man has to keep trespassers off his land.” Beware of the dog. Real estate is property that is sta- tionary. Evidently writing paper is real estate. The cow catcher of a locomotive oc- casionally makes a rise and fall of beef. 1901. Is an endorsee a female endorser? Just think of it. We are taught that one dollar is our face value. “Ike” Patch is thinking seriously of joining the fire department. “Mid Summer Night’s Dream.” How we long to take it midwinter mornings. Cole’s hat is not quite large enough to fit the statue of Franklin on the stair- way. Sanborn says that Scipio Africanus was the son of the famous Scipio in Spain. McCarthy took some of his books home for vacation—noble boy—but he used them for paper weights. Heard during a test in physiology : “Say, what’s bile good for, anyway?” Ans.—“Good for nothing.” Miss Bacon is like a thermometer. Iler face accurately expresses her knowledge of the state of things. Quite a number say that Miss Ander- son looked at them longer than any- body else in the lecture on chewing. 1902. Butterworth should receive a vote of thanks for his long and faithful service as transom-opener of Room 22. Miss G.—“The single men jumped into the water.” Were the married men afraid of a cur- tain lecture? The subject at the last meeting of the Debating Society was, “Resolved, That Rep. Roberts should retain his seat in Congress.” The result was a decision favorable to the affirmative side. Est puer in nostro genere Non absimilis deis, Et vocatur ab universis Angelus sine alis. CICERULUS. Who says we have not class spirit? We have a Debating Society, a mysteri- ous “E B L,” and a member of our class was the chief founder of the “Arts and Crafts Club.” 1903. The tryblines were restored to office. Every one seems well pleased with the class pins. “Mars was the goddess of War.” How long since? Daley says that the lictors carried axes in their pockets. Murray believes in doing right when it is possible to do so. We would like to know what Miss Fife’s pathetic tides are like. Heard in History F. — “Romulus went up in a thunder storm.” All come to the base ball concert March 22 and make it a success. We should all be proud of McLaugh- lin. lie has proved a very reliable runner. “Have you found your mistake?” “Yes, sir.” “What was it?” “I didn’t do the problem.” Fresh.—Why do you say I am like a Christmas tree ? Soph.—Because you are of the ever- green species.—Ex. The man who wrote these lines, we fear, Had naught to write about, But you’ll observe they’re needed here To fill this column out.—Ex 24 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Current Events. Cc-ed Theatricals. The reputation of 1900 as a marked year for amateur theatricals in Somer- ville, gained in part by the flattering production of the Phi Sigma boys, will undoubtedly be well sustained by the combined efforts of the Toujours Amies Fideles and K. B. L. Clubs of the Eng- lish High School senior and second- year classes. Some 15 young ladies purpose to enter the dramatic world on Thursday, April 5, at Unitarian Hall. The play chosen is the well known “Chaperone,” dealing with the petty intrigues of girls’ seminary life and pre- senting, consequently, heavy, light, sad and humorous parts. Under the sum- mary rehearsals and efficient direction of Miss Nichols astonishing headway has already been made. To specify—Miss Ruby White seems admirably fitted to impersonate “The Chaperone,” the characters of Miss Morang and Mile. Jeanne are well de- lineated by Ethel Lambert and Laura M. Marceau, Miss Alice Stodder has a promising grasp on the stage-struck Susanne, and Miss Florence Bemis as Nora McCarthy seems well qualified to furnish a delightful style of humor. The pathetic Miriam is played by Miss Lamson of the E. II. S. Faculty, and Miss Grace Newell takes the part of Mrs. Dynecourt, while as the gushing girls, Phyllis, Molly, Barbara, etc., we find the Misses Mary Brown, Blanche Holman, Marjorie Mayhew, Aline Hanscom, Ida Stodder, Irene Ilorton, Grace Wing and Lillian Hopkins. The proceeds are for the E. II. S. Basket Ball Association. After the performance an order of dances will be furnished by some standard orchestra. Reserved seats at 35 cents per ticket are on sale by members of cither club. Several of the well known young gentle- men of the English High School will officiate as ushers. E. B. L. Valentine Party. St. Valentine’s Day was celebrated this year by the special edition of the Radiator and the very successful gentlemen’s night, given by the eight young ladies of the club with the naughty name. A graceful speech by the president welcomed the invited gentlemen to the charming parlors of the hostess, Miss Grace Wing of Broadway, whose care- ful preparations were noticeably evinced in the tasteful decorations and unique diversions. The club colors were artistically visible about the walls. Beyond a portiere, under the shadow of the staircase shrouded in a cosy corner of palms, rested the inevitable punch bowl. In the dining room, a bountiful collation was laid, culminat- ing in the celebrated E. B. L. cake. After a tournament at “hearts” nu- merous ingeniously contrived amuse- ments had their swing, such as shooting Cupid’s darts at a variegated target, feeding a huge wall elephant, prying into the mysteries of the future con- tained in dainty pasteboard boxes, and listening to the stirring strains of the E B. L. club song. At the end, several real party games were played. Finally, at a comparatively early hour in the morning, the fortunate gentlemen sought their happy homes, loaded with many unique mementoes of the evening. Inter-Society Basket Ball. Upon receipt of the challenge of the Theta Delta Sigma, the Theta Chi Alpha quickly improvised a basket ball team, and after a little preliminary prac- tice declared themselves ready for the game, which was played at Bacon Hall, March 9. The former club, of the Latin School Sophomore class, played a scien- tific game of basket ball and won out, the wildness of the Senior Society at throwing goals rendering their own chances decidedly slim. The features for the sophomores were French’s acro- batic feats and Storey’s reliable rushing. For the seniors Harts was everywhere and Kcniston played a very aggressive game. The line-up:— 1002. 1000. Storey (capt.) { I Harts (dipt.) Shepard ].........forward8....( Sturtevant Moses...........centre----Snowman (Koniston) French ) . . eA ( Phillips Proctor (Nichols) J... defense.....j Moore’ SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 25 ATHLETICS. The Interscholastic Games. Worcester High won the greatest number of points in the Schoolboy Games held at Mechanics’ Hall, Satur- day, March 7, and thus captured the shield, which has been up since 1892. Worcester was first with 22 1-3 points, Hopkinson second, with 13 points, and E. II. S. third, with 9 points. In the 40-yard dash, Eaton won his preliminary and semi-final heats in 44-5 seconds. The final event was taken by Scheuber of Hopkinson, but Eaton finished well up in the bunch. His work was highly creditable, considering the very fast company he was in. Keyes and McLaughlin in the 600 yards ran well for their first appearance in an in- terscholastic meet. Ashton, formerly of Somerville High, entering from a commercial school qualified for the finals in this event. Kanaly and Arm- strong were entered for the mile-run. As Kanaly had not been in school three months, our Athletic Association de- clared him ineligible to compete. Had he run he was expected to make a new record for the interscholastic mile. Armstrong ran in his place and did well for his first competition mile. The Somerville contingent was anx- iously awaiting the team race with Newton. Thompson of Newton had taken second place in the 40 yards and Daniels had won the 300-yards event. Roth were on the relay team. Cum- mings appeared on the track expecting to compete for Somerville. He is a fast, reliable relay runner and ran on our team, which defeated Newton on her own grounds. Although neither Newton High nor Manager Graham of the B. A. A. objected to his running, our Athletic Association again ruled a man out on the ground of ineligibility. Armstrong was in no condition to take Cummings’ place and Keyes, who had already run the 600 yards, was put in, although he had not been entered as a substitute. Newton drew the pole. Eaton passed his man at the second corner and led him by 10 yards at the end. Noble in- creased the lead 10 yards. Both ran desperately. Keyes came next. New- ton had seen the opportunity and had put Daniels, the winner of the 300, who usually runs first, against him. Keyes was in no condition to run a strong race, but he did not spare determined efforts to bring out all his speed. The fast Newton man led him by 8 yards at the finish. Jennings and Thompson fought it out on the last relay, but the positions did not change. Newton won in the fastest team race of the day. With Cummings in, Somerville could have made a fine record. By no one was the disappointment felt more keenly than by Mr. Sampson, who has trained the team more from a love of the sport than on account of the small compensation which the Athletic Asso- ciation can afford to pay him. He had turned out a relay team, which he knew ought to win and was sorely disap- pointed to have his painstaking labor of two months end so unfortunately. Even had Keyes or Armstrong been held in reserve for the team race, the chances would have been good, but it was not decided until too late that Cummings could not compete. The Cambridgeport Meet. The Cambridgeport gymnasium was crowded to the doors on the evening of February 12, the occasion being the an- nual handicap games. It is needless to say that interest was centred chiefly upon the Somerville High-C. M. T. S. team race. As is usual with team races, it was among the later events on the program. The school, however, was represented in several of the earlier events. Eaton’s handicap in the 20-yds. dash was 2 ft. His opponents in his pre- liminary heat had about the limit, 4 1-2 ft. Eaton started before the gun and forfeited a yard, being placed a foot be- hind scratch. However, he was not too much handicapped to capture the heat 26 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. in 2 3-5 seconds, winning the first gen- eral applause. The first heat of the 600-yds. run was won by C. F. Ashton, E. '99, who ran in fine form. He easily took first place in the final heat against a fast field. Time, 1 min., 25 1-5 sec. Ashton’s handicap was 28 yds. Other Somerville entries were McLaughlin, 600 yds., Goode, 1,000 yds. and Kimpton, nigh- jump. When the names of the relay men who would compete for Somerville High and Cambridge Manual Training School were announced they were greeted with wild cheering, which continued while the runners limbered up on the track. Cambridge won the toss and took the pole. Eaton ran first for Somerville and Mott for Cambridge. They ran side by side for 2 laps, Mott fighting hard at the corners to retain the pole. At the end of this distance Mott fouled and the race was stopped. At the sec- ond start Mott caught the gun better and took a yard lead at once. This position did not change throughout the relay. Eaton was bully troubled with a lame foot which refused to support him at the finish. Cummings had a yard to make up on Hickey in the second relay. He ran his usual fast heady race, beat- ing out his opponent by a yard at the finish. Noble took the relay and gave the Somerville supporters a pleasant sur- prise, doing great credit to himself and to Mr. Sampson’s training. He opened up a gap of 4 yds. between himself and the Cambridge runner, Sullivan. Jennings ran the last relay, and, in spite of the fact that his opponent was as fast a man as Watkins, his supporters did not doubt his ability to win. The colored runner from Cambridge made a deter- mined fight, but could not cut down Jenning's lead. Jennings won by 4 yards and Watkins dropped exhausted upon the track at the finish. Each man had run 3 laps, a trifle over 300 yds. Time, 2 min., 48 sec. The Newton Meet. Newton High School on February 22 lost a relay race on its home track for the first time in its history. The credit for defeating them falls to our track team. Incidentally the Somerville team broke the track record for relay races which had stood on the Newton track for eleven years. Eaton ran the first relay, taking sev- eral yards from Newton’s crack sprinter Daniels. Cummings’ opponent stum- bled and lost a little more. Noble and Jennings succeeded in holding the dis- tance already gained. Each relay was but two laps, or a little more than 200 yds. Time, 2m., 36 sec. In the 20- yard dash Eaton won second place losing first by an extremely close deci- sion. The 600-yds. run was won by Ashton, '99, who is coming into promi- nence as a runner. McLaughlin cjuali- fied for this event. Keyes would have undoubtedly cjualified but for a foul. Basket Ball. On Wednesday, February 24, Bacon Hall was the scene of the first basket ball scrimmage between the two schools. The opponents were the two senior teams and result was Latin School, 1900, 14 points; 1C. H. S., 1900, 3 points. It was a lively, interesting game. For the Latin School Miss Stearns, Miss Densmore and Miss Countway excelled, while the honors on the English side were with Miss Davis and Miss Wheeler. The line-up:— s. L. S., 1900. Homes Miss Stearns (capt.) Miss Katlian Centres Miss Keyes (Harmer) Miss Small Miss Densmore Guards Miss Count way Miss Hodgkins S. E. H. S., 1900. Guards Miss Pateli (Kitchen) Miss Sanborn Centres Miss Peavey Miss White Miss Wheeler (capt.) Homes Miss Davis Miss Waldron (Beckwith) Score, 15-3; goals, Miss Stearns (5), Miss Kathan (2), Miss Davis; goal from foul-line, Miss Davis; time, 15-minute halves: umpires, Miss Shepard and Miss Dennett. The English High School strong second-year team defeated the English first-year team, February 15, in an as closely played game as Bacon Hall has seen since its occupation by Somerville basket ballists. At the end of the first half the score was 4 to 3 in favor of the entering class, but the sophomores eventually won out, 9 to 8. Miss Crocker and Miss Grady gave some re- markable exhibitions of cool-headed goal throwing. The line-up : SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 11102 Homes Miss Crocker Miss Osborne (Frye) Centres Miss Tomfohrde Miss Crooks Miss Landers (capt.) Guards Miss Harrison Miss Stamford (Hallelt) 1903 Guards Miss Darling Miss Frazier (Lyons) Centres Miss Day Miss Schnetzer (capt.) Miss Coolbaugh I lomes Miss Grady Miss Paon (Duddy) Score, 1 to 8: Goals, Miss Crocker (3), Miss Grady (2), Miss Osborne; free goals, Miss Grady (2), Misses Duddy, Crocker and Paon; umpire, Miss Harrington; timer, Miss Tufts; time, 15- minute halves. The second game, in which the two schools were lined on opposite sides, was played March 14, at Bacon Hall, between the two sophomore classes. English, 1902, won out 15-7, practically in the first half. The star of the game was Miss Grady of the E H. S. fresh- man class, who played for the sopho- mores. The second half of the game was very tightly played basket ball. The line up: S. E. H. S., 1902. Homes Miss Grady Miss Osborne (Frye) Centres Miss Landers (capt.) Miss Crooks Miss Tomfohrde Guards Miss Harrison Miss Staniford (Hallett) S. L. S., 1902. Guards Miss Lincoln (capt.) Miss Yelland Centres Miss Ralph Miss Richards Miss Brackett Homes Miss Baldwin Miss Perkins Score, 15-7; goals, Miss Grady (7), Miss Baldwin (2), Miss Perkins; goals from foul-line, Miss Grady, Miss Baldwin; umpires, Miss Dennett and Miss Shepard; time, 15-minute halves. Notes. A meeting of the Interscholastic Baseball Association was held March 16. The following officers were elected : President, F. H. Clarkson, Cambridge High and Latin ; vice-president, William F. Murray, Boston Latin ; secretary, II. 27 D. Dexter, Brookline High; treasurer, Charles C. Ball, Somerville High. Give the relay men, Eaton, Noble, Keyes and Jennings an unqualified “S. They deserve it. Lunt, L. ’98, ran a relay on the sopho- more team at the Tufts College games. Knight, L. ’99, won third place in the pole vault. Keyes is running with all the traits of a future winner. He runs with good form and shows plenty of sand and de- termination which are most needed. The polo season has ended with sev- eral games unplayed. Somerville has played neither English High nor New- ton High. The championship will prob- ably be awarded to the Cambridge High and Latin team which has played out its schedule and lost only to Somerville. TX. C. PATCH CO. WHOT.KSALK DKALEK8 IN FRUIT, PRODUCE, VEGETABLES Cellar No. 1, New Faneull Hall Market, BOSTON. Telephone, 910 Haymarkct. Hip, Hip, Hurrah I At last we have him, a Jeweler, fair and square. D. W. SKINNER IS HIS NAME, and he is at 351a Hedford St., Gilman Sq. lie will fix your Pins, Ladies: Your Watch, Gents, (live him a call, one and all. 5. H. WILKINS CO., Wholesale amt Retail Dealers in Brighton and Chicago Dressed Beef, Also Pork, Lard, Hams, Tallow, Etc. Not� . 5(1, .'K and GO F. 11. Market, BOSTON. A. MARTELL, NEW AND SECOND HAND BICYCLE SUNDRIES. DEALER IN BICYCLES A full line of the most popular wheels made. Repairing, Renting. Nickeling. Lowest Prices in the city for guaranteed work. We do not do business just during the Spring and Summer, but are open the year round. You will find us any time during the year at our store� 59 NEWTON STREET, SOMERVILLE, MASS. Near Union Square Station. Jackson Caldwell Co. MANUFACTURERS OF FURNITURE. Dealers in carpets, 53 and 55 UNION SQUARE, REFRIGERATORS, BABY CARRIAGES, « SOMERVILLE, MASS. PIANOS. The Notman Photo. Co. Class Photographers Por Somervill? Latin School f 3 Park Street, and 384 Boylston Street, BOSTON. Studios ( 1286 Massachusetts Avenue, CAMBRIDGE. Francis M. Wilson UNDERTAKER Telephone 144-3. 103 Cross Street. INSURE J. ALBION BRIGGS CO. Real Estate and Insurance, 17 UNION SQUARE, J. ALBION BRIGGS, SO MEKVILLE Telephone, 202.3. ONCE TRIED ALWAYS USED. Boston Office, 35 Central Street. A Ham ” Sandwich, etc. AT THE PEARSON'S—. j DEW DROP INN. 304 BROADWAY. «1 Day Street. CLARENCE A. STEARNS. enVlERVlbbE. LADY EMBALMER IN ATTENDANCE. W. A. FRINK. TM1 funeral Director, 17 Holland Street, W. 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Office, No. «0« Washington Street. Hours, 9 a. in till 4 p. m. . . v. Hf.AiSmiT.L. Sop’y. FRED HALEY, ..UNDERTAKER.. No. i7o school streht. Real Estate, TKI.KI’HON K 12� - . Mortgages and Insurance, Overstocked with Pocket Cutlery room 86,27 state street, We are selling some Knives that you ought to see, at prices that ought to Interest you, at RL-U7WER St CO.’S, 52 UXJOX SQUARE. Telephone, 2363 Boston: BOSTON, MASS. WHEN YOU SEE A GOOD THING. BUY IT. THE REYNOLDS SHOE, 13 BOW STREET. UNION SQUARE, SOMERVILLE, CARRIES JUST WHAT YOU WANT. Mon’s French Patent Calf—Evening Dross—Button, I,ace or Congros� , with Silk Serge Tops $3.00 Mon’s Box Calf Bale, heavv sole� , Goodyear Wolt • $ i.50 to 3.6u Mcn’fl ueset Willow Calf Bala, heavy sole , Goodyear Welt - $ .60 to Men’s Waterproof Shoes, either lacO or Congress tops fU.Oo Men’s Calf Bala, 3 style� , Goodyear Welt, for only. . ... i-j.uo STA M PCD (This price cannot be duplicated A TRADE 1632 REYNOLDS TO DATE. MARK. 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Furnace Work a Specialty. 351 Medford Street, Gilman Square, SOMERVILLE. Grower to Consumer. Choice Flowers, Plants. J. W. HOWARD, Florist, 330 Broadway, Somerville, Mass. 2S3 Main Street, Charlestown, Mass. Telephone, 16S-3 Somerville. 157-2 Charlestown H. A. CHAMBERLAIN, Newsdealer and Stationer Agent for Brown’s Famous Pictures, 1 ct. each. 50 Union Square, Somerville. F. H. CAIL CO., Successors to E. O. WHITE. FLORISTS. Floral Designs a specialty. Decorations for Churches, Weddings and Parties. 64 Wnlnnt Street, Somerville, Mate The Old Tufts House Ye mansion old, 'neath ancient elms, Far-curving, reaching swathes of shade, Ye stand—the hoary weight of years Lengthening behind in long decade. And still ye stay, a century’s space Has passed before you as a dream ; In war’s wild strife, ’mid scenes of peace, You’ve stood immovable, serene. How bravely have you sheltered them, Those patriots grand your roof below; A general, the nation’s chief, Were harbored by you long ago. Ye mansion old ! long may your trees Shield you from desecrating hand, While patriot’s hearts shall ne'er grow cold, And freedom rings through all the land! Ruth Tufts. Contents for April. Patriotic Cover Design by Harry L. Jones. Lines to the Old Tufts House—Ruth Tufts. The Old Tufts House, (Drawing by Jones,) Frontispiece Editorials, 5 Under Roofs of White, (Story)—Leslie R. Grant, 7 Illustrated by the Author. Words of the Hour, (Verses)—Bertha Phillip Marvel, 10 In One Day, (Story)—Jeannette A. Dawson, 11 Illustrated by the Author. Twice Told Tales, 15 Exchanges, 16 The Red Hat, (Chapters 1 and 2)—Linwood E. Snowman, 17 A Legend of the Powder House, (Ballad,) 23 His Waterloo,—(Poem), 23 Latin Notes, 24 English Notes, 26 The Chaperone,—(Critical Comments), 28 Athletics, 29 Advertisements, 31 mss msam sm wm THE OLD TUFTS HOUSE. From Photograph by Freeman. THE High School Radiator. LATIN SCHOOL. ENGLISH SCHOOL. Vol. IX. Somerville, Massachusetts, April, 1900. No. 7. The Radiatok is published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year. Only important news matter can be received after the 10th of the month- Matter for insertion may be left with any of the editorial start or be mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign the full name ami address (this is for reference only). Communications should be addressed to the editor business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. To insure its return manuscript must be accom- panied by the necessary postage. TERMS, 75 CENTS RER YEAR. SINGLE COPIES, 10 CENTS. [Entered at Roston Postoffice as second class matter.] SOMERVILLE CITIZEN PRESS. STAFF OF THE RADIATOR. EDITOR IN CHIEF. LIN WOOD E. SNOWMAN, L. II. S., 11)00. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. RUTH TUFTS, K. H. $., WOO. EXCHANGE EDITOR. LILLIAN J. STEARNS, L. If. $., 1900. BUSINESS MANAGER. HERBERT M. HALE, E. H. S., 1900. ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER. JOHN C. HA ART . L. II. S., 1901. TREASURER. LESLIE R. GRANT, E. H. S., WOO. CLASS EDITORS. LATIN SCHOOL. LOUIS C. DOYLE, 1900. HELEN E. TRUE, 01. ARTHUR D. WHITMAN, 02. WILLIAM JENNINGS, 03. ENGLISH SCHOOL. HARRY A. STONE, 1900. FREDERIC E. MOORE, 01. H. DELANO CORING, 02. LOUIS G. KEYES,’03. SRORTING EDITOR. FRANKLIN F. PHILLIPS, JR., L. H. S., 1900. STAFF ARTIST. WILLIAM D. EATON, E. H. S., 1901. THE latest temperate desire of the VV. C. T. U. is a curfew law. Our streets now so dangerous at the hour of nine from the depredations of minor ruffians are to be cleared nightly by patrol. Each mild-mannered bluecoat becomes a wild-eyed chaser of the juvenile peace. Our parents impower- ful through so many years to restrain their prowling offspring are at last to be granted the grateful aid of the munici- pal police, who now, with unrelenting grasp, will take theupperhand in teach- ing the budding young idea to shoot— and run. Is Somerville, the hearth of liberty, to take ruthless part in this in- fantile oppression? Is Central Hill, site of bloody struggles for justice, to decree that the boasted freedom of this country is for hoary heads and flowing beards alone, to rebound with iron force upon the privileges of our sprouting adolescent hopes ? Why not ? News comes from other enterprising towns that a curfew law can be enforced. So let us cast principle to the winds, let us drive back the progress of a hundred years and return to the good old times when everything was done by bell, when loud-voiced chimes pealed sharp 6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. commands to rise to breakfast, to dine, to sup, to light the lamps, to put them out again, and to go to bed ; let us have chaotic choruses apprise us of all our daily duties. Let us have the curfew at the hour of nine. Nay, more, let us have a second stroke at 9.15, when each nocturnal rambler must seek his downy nest. And still again, let us have another sharp-toned tap at half past nine, when each infantile terror shall shroud his limbs in sleep and when in utopian unison, with enforced response, ten thousand soft, sonorous snores shall rise like an exhalation to the starry canopy above. WE beg to remind the world at large that the Radiator is becoming stout—following the footsteps of its illustrious contemporary, the Boston Globe. Beginning with March, four pages a month is the present scale of increase ; four pages more to fill, to print and to read. This time, with an issue larger by eight pages than ever before appeared in bygone years for any month but June, we feel the need of a few remarks to guide the reader through its maize of contents. Our colonial cover, which speaks for itself, was designed by Sub-master Harry L. Jones of the English High School, as was also the frontispiece, a pen drawing from a special photograph by Freeman, of the Old Tufts House which is so frequently intertwined with the history of the city. Leslie R Grant contrib- utes a life-like account of Boys’ Brigade camp life and Jeannette A. Dawson, a yachting tale. Both of these articles are well illustrated by the re- spective authors, another initial depart- ure of the current Radiator volume. New heading designs by our staff artist, historical poems, and some patriotic verses by Miss Bertha Phillips Marvel of the E. H. S. faculty, complete the features of the issue, which we submit as a souvenir of the last Patriots’ Day of the nineteenth century. WE received sometime ago copies of a southern magazine, the Alkahest, in which two of our well known alumni were prominent contrib- utors, George Parker Winship and Albert Mackenzie, class of ’87. Mr. Mackenzie took charge of the Al- kahest in January, and is now striv- ing to boom it. Mr. Winship contri- butes regularly. We are always pleased to hear from Somerville High School graduates, especially when reports of their work are so good. Somerville alumni have a well known bent toward the field of literature. ATHLETICS in any school is a topic productive of unending discussion. The Radiator has been drawn more deeply than was at all necessary into this quagmire of debate, by the ques- tion of eligibility in the Schoolboy Games. To those who disappointedly departed from Mechanics’ Hall, having- watched Somerville throw away her chances for a single point, we can only say that the cleanness of our athletics at least is beyond reproach. But at last it is a pleasure for us to st te that a charge we inferred in these columns sometime ago against the Athletic As- sociation for not having supported the track team financially, has proven groundless. All the money was devoted to the boys that the depleted condition of the treasury warranted. With this great cause of odium removed, let us forget the unpleasant memories of the Indoor track games, let us firmly sup- port Cummings and Kanaly, who are yet loyal to the school, and let us hope for success in the Outdoor Meet. Mean- while, let us remember the baseball team, give Captain Jones and Coach Pote all the encouragement in our power and support the fellows, the association and the school. SO Chelsea is not so dead as it seems ! A request has been received by the two Somerville clubs to repeat there the stirring “Chaperone.” We assure Chelsea of an immediate resurrection should the girls accede. CURFEW will not ring tonight, any way! SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 7 crowned with a mixed forest of oaks and pines. That night the guards were posted as a protection against the possible depre- dations of tramps, and to keep would-be stragglers within bounds, but they did not have much to do, as no tramps appeared, and the boys were so tired that when “taps” sounded, the “glim was doused ” promptly in every tent, and silence reigned. The heat of the tent, after the heat of the day, seemed intolerable, so I “took up my bed and walked”—that is to say, I carried my blanket a little dis- tance up the wooded hillside and rolled up in it on the fragrant carpet spread by the towering pines above. That night was very dark, though the sun was scarce two hours down, and still ! so still that I could hear the muffled rumble of a train over the trestle a mile away down the river. The stars blinked down at me through the faintly swaying branches far above, but I did not regard them long, for it seemed scarcely two minutes before I was sound asleep. The stars were paling before the E you can imagine two whole companies, a hundred boys of from 15 to 21 years, living, eating and sleeping together for two weeks, you ___can also imagine that in spite of military discipline “things may happen.” And to those who do not know the pleasures of camp life, as well as to the experienced, these things may be of interest. The two companies in question went into camp in the summer of ’98—a hot summer, if you will remember—on the banks of a river not as far away as the Wabash, but still far enough away to be almost out of sight and sound of civiliza- tion. A tiresome journey, then a three- mile tramp through sun and dust brought us to the delights of pitching and pegging tents, ditching and clear- ing, by which time everyone was ready to sign his last will and testament. . The company street was laid out parallel to the river and about 50 yards from it, in a little natural clearing. Be- tween it and the river rose a thick screen of brush and tall oaks and birches, except in one place directly opposite my tent door, where an open- ing led down to the river. By the up- river side of the camp a clear, cool brook flowed, furnishing an exhaustless water supply. Behind, the camp sloped gently up a little hill, flanked and 8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. strong light in the cast when I awoke, the chill of the dawn was in the air, and the night mists hung white and thick over the river. The birds—not English sparrows, but robins and ground-spar- rows, and “black-caps” and pee-wits — were calling softly to one another, as if tuning their voices to the morning’s overture. In half an hour the red sun rose and the birds were fairly rioting. Only the recesses of the pine woods took no joy of the morning, but re- mained dark and still and sombre, as though the new kindled sun was not bathing their tops with light, nor the birds rejoicing over them. As I lis- tened, came the first sound of life from the tents of white—the cheery ring of the cook’s axe and crackle of his fire. Not long after the bugler poked his sleepy head out of his tent, glanced at his watch, then stood for a moment erect in the clear light and “set the wild echoes flying” with the reveille. Five minutes more and all the camp was astir. That day began the real routine of duty. Reveille came at a quarter past five, breakfast at six, inspection of quar- ters, dress parade and drill of an hour and a half, then freedom until dinner at twelve. In the afternoon more freedom until four, two hours’drill, supper, guard mounting and camp fire until nine, when “taps” ended the day. That evening permission was given to go out of bounds to everyone who asked it, as it was the first whole day in camp. Nearly half the men took ad- vantage of this concession and disap- peared after supper. After leaving camp they broke up into squads of two and three and proceeded to “rush the guards.” One of the last named might be silently pacing his post when out of the darkness in front of him chuckling figures would rise, overpower him, gag him with his own handkerchief, bind him with his own belt, and leave him where the next sentry was sure to fall over him. But these attacks did not always succeed. Very often the cry of “Officer of the Guard! ” would rise from the outskirts, followed by sounds of a scuffle, and some sentry would turn over to his officer a crestfallen prisoner, doomed to work next morning in the hot sun with hoe and rake clearing the company street, while his comrades passed him on their way to the cool river. I must say more about the swimming before I pass on. It was excellent, and most of us—at least, all the officers, made it a point to take a “duck every morning before breakfast. A short run, a plunge down into the cool green depths, then a quarter-mile fight against the current, across to the opposite shore and return, and we would come to the mess-tent hungry enough to “tackle boiled owl,” as one said. I have heard that boiled owl is exceedingly tough, but we were not called upon to try it. Be- fore the inextinguishable hunger of a hundred healthy young men, barrels of crackers, doughnuts and vegetables, sides of beef, gallons of milk, oceans of soup, and cargoes, I was about to say, of oatmeal disappeared as standing wheat before a locust swarm. But, oh ! the misery of the second day! About 2 a. m. it commenced to pour, and in an hour the trenches round the tents were filled. I became con- scious of a peculiar wet and cold sensa- tion under my back, and on feeling for the cause of the trouble, put my hand into a mud puddle. The blanket and everything else was soaked through. Then all hands had to turn out and re- dig the trench in the darkness and steady downpour. This prevented an inundation, but it was decidedly un- comfortable. I11 the morning the cook could light no fire, and the farmer who brought the milk failed to appear, so we feasted on doughnuts and cold water all day. But our troubles passed with the passing of the storm, for the sun set in glory that night. Next morning the inhabitants of “C” shack woke up to find that some un- known had been around in the night and blackened every face in the tent! That the attempts of this amateur charcoal artist were not appreciated is putting it lightly. Mutual recrimina- tions followed the discovery, but each accused pointed silently to his own face in token that he had suffered as much as the others. Then came plans for revenge. It was likely, they argued, that the perpetrator would return to SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 9 see the result of his artistic efforts on his victims, so two were stationed just inside the tent door with orders to smut the first face that appeared, which would most likely be that of the joker, while the rest laid low and waited. So, when a face did appear in the opening of the canvas, each of the two avengers made a dab at it with his charcoal. But the results were hardly expected, for the face was withdrawn immediately, followed by a yell for the officer of the guard. The surprised denizens of “C” tent peered out to see—the captain ! still yelling for the officer and digging charcoal out of his eyes with a handkerchief. The captain, it seems, was doing a little inspection work on his own account, and had looked into the tent to ascertain the cause of the loud discussion. He found out. Needless to say, the joker was never found, that is, officially, and his victims had no liberty next day. Being in Headquarters Tent, my chum and I always had the password, and liberty to go when and where we pleased. So, one night, being impelled by some Spirit of Unrest, the adjutant, the captain, myself, the other lieutenant and two others sallied out for a tramp over the country. Thatwasabout 12.30 a. m. “A boy’s will is the wind’s will.” Not one cared or knew where he was going, if only some fun could be scraped up. Each carried nothing but a sword or sabre, leaving hats, harness, belts and scabbards behind. The path up through the woods led into the main road, which we followed for a mile, and then struck off into the dark woods again, making them ring with every song from “We Had a Good Home When We Left” to “My Country,'tis of Thee,”and hilarious jokes without number. We emerged at last on the main road again, crossed the river by means of a small bridge, and followed the road down through a wet hollow where the fire fly, “Wah-wah-tay- see,” flitted in myriad showers at our approach. When about half way up the succeeding hill, something huge and white appeared like an indistinct blur on the dark road ahead. The thing moved and looked to be the size of a calf, so we approached with all due caution. When within range the captain, owner of the only revolver in the party, took aim and fired. An unearthly, terrified yelp followed, and a huge black and white dog scratched by us at a 1.59 1-4 ait, while the bullet kept on and on, followed by a crash of broken glass in the little old church that stood out so boldly on the top of the hill, showing where the shot had taken effect. But it isn’t every one who can aim at a dog and shoot a church. We made haste to leave that vicinity for there was a house near by. At last we crossed the line of a country electric railroad, and one of us signaled and stopped the first car that came along, whereupon the rest jumped out of the bushes and held up motorman and con- ductor at swords’ points. We asked them whose grandmothers they were, and by what right ; could they or could they not solemnly swear that Christopher Columbus was or was not afflicted with chilblains, and such queries, until they were so addled that I venture to say they would have run out if turned upside down. By that time day was appear- ing, which ended all pranks of that nature, and we tramped back to “Camp Bridgham.” Visitors seldom reached the camp, but twice a barge load of girls from the city came down to be tertained, and enter- tained they were by every means in our power. Pity, though, that they couldn’t leave the boys alone for even a week! And such things as some of them wore. You know that city girls out for a lark in the country will wear almost anything. One, a Miss L., to whom I was introduced, wore a sun- hat that was certainly original. I can’t describe it to you, for I must confess I don't know chiffon from a potato sack, so I have pictured it from memory. Another incident and I must close. 10 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. One night several scamps who had been granted liberty failed to return to camp when “lights out’’ sounded. So several of the officers were detailed to do a sort of combined provost and sentry duty, and to prevent, if possible, the laggards from returning unappre- hended. The last named had been heard trying to steal back into camp down the wooded hillside, at the back of the site. I had worked my way slowly along the ground in the intense dark- ness in the direction of a suspicious sound, and was intently listening when something cold and hard began to crawl up my sleeve. The beast must have been backing up, for when I reached up to dislodge the intruder, the end that my fingers first came in contact with was fully ready for business. It took hold of my thumb like a pair of pinchers and a red-hot needle combined. And then he wasn’t ready to quit. I bounded up from the ground like a rubber ball, and with a frantic fling of my arm flipped him off into the air; and he went on his way rejoicing, probably, for he took along enough meat out of my thumb to keep him in Sunday dinners for a month. At my first movement there was a rustle of leaves in front of me, and a dim figure made off up the hillside with yours truly in hot pursuit, which con- tinued until yours truly brought up with a sickening thud across a fallen log on the pit of his stomach, there to rest for some minutes blessing the beast that caused the escape of a possible capture. There were many more incidents that more space might present to you, such as the raid on the doughnut barrel, the stealing of a cow, the sham battle be- tween the companies and a mishap of the captain. If you know any of the boys who were there (there are several now in the English and Latin Schools) perhaps they will tell you these stories, that is, the ones where the joke is not on them. Leslie R. Grant, E. H. S., 1900. Words of the Hour. Hark ! it seemeth days of yore ! 'Tis an echo that comes to me Across the years ; I hear the din Of the farmer's infantry. What now lies fair ’neath suns of peace, Long years agone saw strife, But the song of brave New England's men, Pulses still while heart holds life. The quest they made, bade precious price; Their glory still is ours, A pride for us to guard it safe Within our steadfast towers. Our colors live in earth and sky; Our banners float the breeze ; Our freedom lives in gladsome tunes In tones of sweetest keys. Let souls with gratitude be fraught For the tranquil homes today ; And let our hearts remember well What our nation's colors say. The red, that fades at sunset's hour, Bids farewell to war’s drear spark ; The white, that showers earth with light, Is the guard of nature’s dark. The dawning finds the holy blue Shedding peace on earth and all; The new days drown the yesterdays And we hail the present’s call. Bertha Phillips Marvel. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. ii Un ©ne JEANNETTE A. DA WSON, E. U. 8., 1901 .—llitutraUd by tht Author. S I was saying, Jacques, you’ll have a fine chance to see that waitress all you want to, for I shan’t be on land short of seven. Don’t forget to put out my evening things, and unpack my other dress-suit case, and above all, don’t ”—at this moment the dour of the room burst open and a young man, in much be- spattered bicycle suit and accoutre- ments, threw himself upon the aston- ished speaker. “I’m here at last,” the newcomer gasped. •‘Well, do you always announce your- self as forcefully as that?” inquired the first young man. “You remind me, Tony Hallete, of a football rush, and seem to have a mistaken idea that my spick and span yachting suit is some sort of an athletic rig.” “Don’t get wrathy, old man. You know you’re mighty glad to see me,” responded the unabashed Tony, seating himself upon the bed. “How’s the yachting party coming on ? ” “It’s booming, Jack ! I’ve invited two of the dandiest girls, and an elderly chaperone, who has always gone to sleep on previous occasions, and two boxes of chicken and a ham, all for the larder! ” “What! ” exclaimed Jack Harriden. “Well, I don’t think the larder’s big enough to hold them all, but you might put the chaperone in the ice-chest.” Here he ducked his head to escape a shoe-horn, which came flying from the direction of the bed. “Of course,” resumed Tony, “I asked Dolly Van Ausdick, and she says she’s delighted, and thinks I’m ‘per- fectly lovely.’ ” Harriden nodded his approval. “She’s all right. Who’s the other?” “She’s a stunning girl just graduated from Vassar. I met her at Harvard commencement last year. Come to think of it, you introduced me to her, and she said ”— “O, I say, Tony! Stop your rem- iniscencing and tell her name,” ex- claimed Harriden. “It’s Maraget Mannering.” Jack Harriden sprang to his feet. “Is she coming ? ” he cried, excitedly, catching hold of the astonished Tony’s arm. “Your strength isn't what might be called infantile. Yes, of course. Why shouldn’t she ? ” “By—” and then he stopped. “Well, it won’t do any good to swear about it, Tony. I'd rather you’d have asked any- body but Miss Mannering. But of course you didn’t know anything about it.” “Would you mind telling the trouble, Harriden?” asked Tony, sobering in- stantly, when he saw the look upon his friend's face, and rising from his seat. “I hope I haven’t made a mess of it ! ” “My dear fellow, I was wishing only this morning I had someone to tell my woes to, and you’re the very chap to tell. You know Miss Mannering and I have been together a good deal this year, in New York. You remember, doubtless, that a certain Yale graduate has also been with her a great part of the time.” “Everything was all right yester- day afternoon when we came down here to Newport, but last night at Mrs. Rothermoyer’s ‘Colonial Ball’ that chap hung around her all the evening. I came late and so didn’t get a single dance with her. But when I left for home, there was Margaret waiting, as I thought, to speak to me in the hall. I was more than pleased and laughed when I saw that her face was turned away from me. ‘The flirt,’ I thought, ‘she knows I’m here.’ “Well, she wasn’t waiting for [me at NOTE—The author wishes to acknowledge the relpful suggCftione of Mr. Harry .lone of Somerville and Mr. Frank Burr of Dorchester. 12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. all, but for that Yale grad., for he came out just as I shut the door. Rut as I came up to Margaret, she very coolly said that she begged to be excused, and that she didn’t wish to keep up the ac- quaintance between us ! I knew that Yale man had been setting her against me, and I went home feeling pretty sore. This morn- ing when I opened the door to go down to lunch, there was a bit of paper stick- ing from under one corner of the rug. I picked it up, and ■read these words : “In regard to that little incident of last night, I would beg leave to remind you that it is not the first time that Yale has come out victorious, nor will it be the last. ” “By Jupiter, Har- riden ! I wouldn’t stand that ! Why, the fellow will marry her before your very eyes ! ” “No, he will not,” remarked John Ilar- riden grimly. Then he tried to appear as if he didn’t care, and said, “He can’t today, anyway, for she has a certain article from Tif- fany’s, which I gave her once.” “I’m awfully sorry, Jack ; honest, I am. Rut I’ll try to make it pleasant for her tomorrow. I guess both of the girls think it’s my yachting party, anyway, because I asked them.” “Why, Tony! Why can't you make it yours ? Take another fellow in my place, and go on your yacht! ” “My yacht is being refitted ; she’s in no condition to sail.” “Then I hope to heaven we will get along all right,” said Harriden, and then, kicking the rug viciously, “I wish a cer- tain person was at the bottom of the sea, with McGinty.” “So do---------------------------” be- gan Tony. Rut the door flew open, and a small boy rushed up to Harriden. “ Miss Manner- ing’s compliments, an' she's sorry, and, thrusting a parcel into Jack’s hand, he was gone again. Harriden seated himself. There was a queer look in his eyes. He unfolded wrapping after wrapping, and final- ly a Tiffany ring- box lay upon his hand. He opened it, and the diamond sparkled in the morning sunlight. “ Miss Manner- ing’s compliments, and she’s sorry,” he repeated, softly. Then something fell and glistened beside the jewel. His friend saw the something ; he rose softly and left Har- riden alone. ii. An hour or so later the yacht Mer- maid left the beach- es, with their shin- ing vehicles and gay throngs, behind her, and glided out over the blue harbor, headed oceanward. In the cabin the ladies were chatting merrily over some old photographs which they had unearthed. Tony Hal- lette was on deck, managing the lines, SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 13 and Harriden was at the wheel, looking handsomer than ever in his spotless “yatching togs,” which made his dark hair and eyes seem darker still. Now and then the mellow tinkle of a mando- lin reached his ears, or the sound of glasses clinking, and laughter. It was a sultry July day, rather un- comfortable, even on the water, but the cabin of the Mermaid was certainly pref- erable to the thronged beaches, under the blazing sun, or the stifling atmos- phere of one’s room. Harriden’s hearing led him to think that the chaperone was asleep, and soon the sound of the music ceased and he heard Margaret say, “I’m going to ab- sorb Hugo for a while, as you are inter- ested in those old numbers of the Crim- son.” Then followed a silence. The yacht sped over the water swiftly, her canvas puffed and strained. Soon Tony said, “Do you know, Jack, I feel as if some- thing was going to happen.” “I wish something would. Why, it’s so slow I should think the fishes would fall asleep, if they do sleep.” “Those girls aren't having a good time, I know, Harriden. Why, our yachting parties have always been, as the theatre bills say, ‘a roaring farce' from start to finish.” “It isn’t my fault if they aren't enjoy- ing themselves,” said Harriden, gloom- ■'y-............. “It isn t mine. “Whose is it, I wonder, Tony?” “It’s that Yale fellow’s, that’s whose it is.” This profound truth created a pro- found silence, and both, for a while, were thinking “thoughts too deep for utterance.” Suddenly Tony cried, “By Jove, Har- riden, look at the water.” It had become a cold, fast darkening gray. It’s smooth stretches were rough- ening angrily. The storm clouds above seemed scurrying towards some part of the sky which the yacht had left behind with tne calmer waters. Both of the fellows knew a squall was coming, and hardly had Harriden re- marked grimly that something was go- ing to happen, evidently, before a low rumble of thunder was heard. The next moment a drop of rain splashed upon Harriden’s hand. In a few seconds the rain was falling in sheets from the dark sky, dimming the brasses of the sloop and washing the gleaming deck from side to side. Tony started to make a dash for the cabin, in quest of oil-skins, but Harriden shouted above the shrieks and crashing of the storm, “Stick to the lines, Tony, or we’re goners.” The sight of his friend’s handsome face, stern and calm when the light- ning flashes disclosed it, made Tony de- termine not to be the coward the fel- lows at college had always called him- and he “slacked sheets” and “hauled” courageously. Below, Dolly was in hysterics, the chaperone was trying to quiet her, and Margaret, supremely self-possessed, was playing upon her mandolin, “Fair Har- vard.” In a lull in the storm, the sweet, thrill, ing melody came to Harriden, and his grasp grew firmer upon the wheel. Every great event of his life had been in some way associated with that tune. It brought to his .mind many a fierce strug- gle upon the gridiron, when the crim- son flags, and the crowds, and that mel- ody had urged him and his fellows on to victory. Then the wind grew yet more boister- ous. It dipped the lee-rail into the surging waves, it filled the already puffed canvases, and tore away the flags from the bending mast, where, only five minutes before they had flaunted so gaily. Harriden’s yachting cap had been blown away, and his keen, fearless eyes, grim-lined mouth, and heroic poise seemed to Tony worthy of the young man’s Viking ancestors. Suddenly, there is a blinding flash of light, a terrible succession of thunder crashes, and the strong wind, rushing upon the little craft, hurls her upon her side. Harriden pitches forward, his foot caught in a tangle of lines; he sees the main boom sweep slowly towards him, but before he can struggle to his feet he is conscious of a horrible, grinding, crushing sensation in his leg, 14 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. as the main boom passes over it. Again that torture, as the boat rights, and the boom swings back. Again he is on his feet, clinging to the loose lines, and crawling painfully towards the wheel. At last his hands reach it; he opens his eyes, and sees Tony beside him, with a look of horror on his face. “For God’s sake, Harriden, let me take the wheel! Go below, before you’re swept overboard ! ” Harriden tried to smile, but only suc- ceeded in looking more ghastly than before, for the blood was trickling across his white face from a cut in his forehead. “Never mind about me, Tony,” he fasped. “You tend—to—the lines, ’ll—stay—here.” He struggled to finish, though his head was whirling madly, and every- thing was growing black before his eyes. “You see, there’s—there’s nobody else to take my place.” “You are mistaken, will take it,” said a voice beside him. He looked up, and saw Margaret Mannering, pale, calm, beautiful. “Hut,” began he, weakly. Then the lovely face changed ; the brown eyes, the sweet, firm mouth grew pleading ; she swayed toward him. “Oh please, Jack,” she said softly. He knew the cruel witchery of her smile, and he went below. in. The squall was over in fifteen min- utes ; Margaret guided the little yacht safely into the harbor. Harriden lay in the cabin, with a broken leg. The chaperone, who knew about such things (her husband had been an army-surgeon once), bandaged the injured member with the white muslin curtains from the locker-front, and comforted him by saving that it was a bad break, and wouldn’t get well for a long time. When no one was in hearing, he groaned softly, and said things under his breath, which made him glad that there was no one there. When they had anchored, Tony took Dolly Van Ausdick and the chaperone ashore. As he lay there in the cabin, Harriden heard a step upon the com- panion-way, and soon Margaret crossed the cabin. He gazed admiringly and wistfully at her as she stepped here and there, replacing the cushions and books which the violent pitches of the yacht during the storm had scattered about the cabin. Then he watched heras she donned her jaunty yachting jacket and cap, never once glancing at him. If he had only known her thoughts. As she turned to go on deck he spoke suddenly. “Margaret”— he began. “Oh ! Is the pain worse? ” she asked, relenting a little and comingtowardshim. “No. The pain isn't bad. Hut it was. I want to-er-to say that-er I’m sorry the thing came out as it did. There’s your hand, all bruised.” He took it gently. “And there’s your poor leg,” she said, her head turned away, but her hand still lying in his. “And I’ve made an awful mess of the whole thing.” Then, eagerly, “Mar- garet, I don’t wonder that you—well, don’t like me.” She started. “You see, I’m always doing something bad. I deserve to be despised!' She came a little nearer him. Then, she said softly, blushingly, archly— “Some people don’t always get what they deserve.” And there was such a nice look in her eyes that he—well, it was a Har- vard victory, after all. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. i5 THE ARITHMETIC OF LOVE. 2 lovers sat beneath the shade, And 1 un 2 the other said “How 14 8 that you be 9 Have smiled upon this suit of mine; If 5 a heart, it palps for you, Thy voice is mu 6 melody, Tis 7 to be thy loved 1, 2, Say o y nymph, wilt marry me ? ” Then lisped she soft “Why 13 ly. She sat on the steps at the evening tide, Enjoying the balmy air. He came and asked, “May I sit by your side ? ” And she gave him the vacant stare. ?? A rolling stone gathers no moss ; it takes a rolling pin to pick up the “dough.” Customer—“I want to get a note book—something in which I can jot down my ideas.” Clerk—“Oh! you want something very small, then. “The next person who interrupts the proceedings,” said the judge, sternly, “will be expelled from the court room.” “Hooray! ” shouted the prisoner. Mary had a little lamp, A jealous lamp, no doubt; For soon as Mary’s beau went in The lamp, you see, went ont. Little Willie's gone to heaven, We shall never see him more, What he took for H2 O, Was H2SO4 Question—“Why is a bald-headed man like heaven ? ’ Answer—“Because there is no more dying or parting there.” The Greek professor sat in his chair, His brow was marked with dire despair, “When,” quoth he, “in this horseless age Will the horseless student come on the stage.” Pat (at the telephone)—“Is this the feed sthore? ” Voice—“Yes.” Pat—“Well, thin send me up a bushel of oats and a bale of hay.” Voice—“Who is it for?” Pat—“Ah, now, don’t git gay. It’s for the horse.” The coal is low, The wind is high, The days are short, And so am I. Farmer (to boy in chestnut tree)— “What you doin’ up thar ? ” Boy (coolly)—“Nuttin’.” Algebration is vexation, Geom it is as bad ; But then vacation is salvation When it is to be had. Twinkle, twinkle, Uncle Sam, How I wonder what you am ! Stretching out your boundry lines Clear into the Philippines. When the grass with Dewey’s wet, How you make those Spaniards get.” i6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Percy—“A music store burned down last night and they saved everything but the piano.” Harold—“Why couldn’t they save that?” — “Because the firemen play on it.” A maid with a duster Once made a great bluster Adjusting a bust in a hall. And when it was dusted The bust it was busted And the bust now is dust. That is all. “I can see your finish,” remarked the electric light.” “You needn’t be casting any reflec- tions,” replied the hardwood floor. Superstition—To see the new moon, the old moon, and 57,892,568 stars over your right shoulder in winter is a sign that there is ice on the pavement. In summer it signifies a banana skin. Hush, little Freshmen, Don’t you cry.; You will be Sophomores Bye-and-bye. Breathes there a man with soul so dead Who never to himself has said As he stubbed his toe against the bed, j 1 j 1 1 i i______? To a little nigger baby who was sitting by the Nile, Came, all unexpected, a great big croco- dile, And with that calm politeness which makes the warm blood freeze, Said “111 take a little dark meat without dressing, if you please.” Adolphus, aged seven—“Say, papa, what is a convulsion ?” Fond Parent—“A bad fit, my son.” Adolphus, ten minutes later—“Say, papa, what a convulsion your new suit is.” Weary Willie (who hasn’t slept for a week)—“Could you give me ten cents for a bed ? ” Ikenstein—“Yes, where’s the bed ? ” Percy could nt A country publisher duns his sub- scribers in the following manner: “All persons knowing themselves to be in- debted to this office and not knowing it are requested to call and find out. Those knowing themselves to be in- debted and not wishing to call are re- quested to stay at one place long enough for us to catch them.” The following epitaph was found on a tombstone in Bideford, Devonshire : “Here lies the body of Mary Texton, Who pleased many a man, but never vexed one, Not like the woman who lies under the next stone.” Some were born for great things, Some were born for small, But it is not recorded Why some were born at all. Two Irishmen, driving through the country, noticed that many of the barns had weather-vanes in the shape of huge roosters. “Pat,” said one man to the other, “can you tell me why they always have roosters and niver a hen on the top av them barns”? “Shure,” replied Mike, “an’ it must be because av the difficulty they’d have in collecting the eggs.” Bridget (watching her mistress as she packs her missionary barrel)—“An’ sure, mum, yez must put in a hammer, so they’d have something to open it Exchanges. We acknowledge with pleasure this month the following exchanges; Spec- tator, Oracle, Wind-Mill, Crimson and White, Drury Academy, Imp, M. H. S. Quarterly Review, Gopher, Aegis, R. M. T. S. Register, W. R. H. S. Clarion, Adelphian, Jabberwock, Premier, Bulle- tin, Easterner, Review, Student’s Re- view, E. H. S. Record, Gazette, Latin and High School Review, Montpelier School Record, P. M. T. H. S. Chips, Lowell. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 17 CHAPTER I.—MA DEMOISELLE. “An end of this, off with it.” “But monsieur is joking.” “Monsieur’s barber is joking. Off with it, Jean.” “But what will monsieur do after- wards ? ” “Wear a wig—the king does.” “Who ever heard of a friar-scalped De Grasse ! My poor father barbered the admiral around the world,and never had to do such a thing as this. I would die for monsieur, but shave his head, Oh Monsieur!” “Was ever a man pestered with such servants !” demanded the young Count Louis de Grasse, pausing to reflect before a huge Henri Ouatre mirror. “You object then ! Well, how can I go as a priest without my pelt shaved ?” “Monsieur might go as a cardinal,” suggested Jean. “So you'd spoil my character, you Gascogne rogue. Is not a priest bad enough ? But a cardinal, diablc!” Nevertheless Jean insisted, and, in spite of Louis’ natural scruples, a cardi- nal he had to be. In course of an hour his wavy locks were made to pro- trude chivalrously under the proverbial red-campaign hat of papal satellites, and a heavy great-coat was thrown around his accompanying trappings. After a brisk gallop along the avenue St. Cloud, attended by his two mounted retainers, Henri and Francois, this piratical-looking prelate arrived at Ver- sailles and was announced at the Salle des Glaces with appropriate gusto as U grand cardinal, which is to say Richelieu. The grand masquerade and reception given by his rotund and good-natured majesty, Louis Seize of France, in the year 1775, differed from the many other scenes of social gayety, which the hall of glass and mirrors may have reflected again and again, only in this, that the most crafty and deep-seeing diplomat could find no political reason, however indirect, which in any wav accounted for its occurrence. It was held for gay pleasure’s sake alone, and brimmed all over with French esprit. Though it seemed that every nation of either the ancient or modern school was repre- sented by its characteristic costumes, yet the spirit which animated these many colored robes was essentially French, and everyone, from the two real cardinals present down the line of ministers and lords of the treasury to the king, was daringly masquerading, hiding despairing hearts under irresisti- ble exteriors. 11 is Majesty was clad as a Fool, and is reputed to have remarked just twenty- seven times before morning, “Ah I happy is the people whose king knows himself. Happy is the head that wears the tinkling bells.” The two cardinals present were robed as highwaymen, two notorious highwaymen were less appro- priately masked as cardinals. Several admirals of the line were passing as lubbering police prefects, some soft- eyed, gentle-voiced cotillion leaders dis- played all the fierce paraphernalia of admirals of the line. There was the usual array of peasants, devils and painted fools, characters which most any- one can fit, and Czesars, Hannibals and Charlemagnes without number. But above all these, the costume which at- tracted the most attention was that of an awkward, homespun Yankee, which some brilliant young Frenchman wore with grace and skill, behaving in such i8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. an irresstible manner that it is fre- quently told by writers of the period that his one worn suit of buff and blue did more to initiate the as yet unborn America into the goodwill of the im- pressionable French people than the envoy-philosopher, Franklin, accom- plished by his learned discussions with the cynical Voltaire or his innocent sophistries at the French court. Thus looked the men who danced away the night in the Salle des Glaces with some of the most gayly capari- soned women that ever smiled into its polished mirrors. But our story, while entangling several of the unknown messieurs, deals with but one of the black-masked demoiselles. She was dressed as the French queen, who is generally known as Anne of Austria, her make-up was perfect, and her com- pany in great demand. Unmistakably a stranger to Parisian society her man- ner was spontaneous, brilliant and at the same time tantalizing, for while she was to all appearances abandoned to the pleasure of the moment, yet every partner departed with the taste in his mouth, that he had but served made- moiselle as a means of momentary amusement. But crowds of them were ready to amuse again and many, who had not tried, were eagerly seeking a chance. As for Louis dc Grasse, he had de- termined that nothing would satisfy him short of having mademoiselle for the minuet, regarded as the principal dance of the evening. At the close of the number preceding this figure, he stood before a colored battle memorial window, his eyes wandering scarchingly over the hall, boring his partner, a hoop- skirted Oueen Elizabeth, and formulat- ing a plan of campaign. Richelieu should win Anne of Austria. True, he hadn’t in real life, but there were a few things upon which Louis de Grasse ven- tured to give Jean de Richelieu points. And, too, at the ball as in the story, there was a long-sworded, waving- plumed Buckingham and mademoiselle had danced with him twice, for Louis had counted. Yes, that was he ap- proaching her now, and by all things funny, he was accompanied by no other than a wigged personification of Louis the Juste, who had served while alive as the unappreciated husband of Anne of Austria. Quite a family gathering! It only needed young De Grasse’s presence. Just then the supple violinists bent their backs and sounded the call for the minuet. There was a confused scram- ble. Count Louis found himself in the midst of gestulating fools, peasants, devils, cardinals, Buckinghams and kings. Without knowing just how, he emerged with a dainty hand under his arm and the daintily dressed queen be- side him. They say he danced the minuet brilliantly, in fact, he always danced brilliantly, but this time he was conscious of little going on about him. He was, however, delightfully startled back again to the happy revelry of the present, by the close of the figure, and a soft-voiced query : “Does not monsieur then like danc- ing?” “Monsieur could dance always with mademoiselle,” he replied. “Mademoiselle would no doubt be charmed,” she rejoined, with just the slightest touch of sarcasm. Louis smiled. It was almost what he thought she would answer. “So mademoiselle does not like mon- sieur to say nice things ? ” he asked. “She does not like him to say silly things. Talk to me as you do to Jean.” She was unmistakably English. Her mademoiselles and monsieurs came hard. But what could she know about Jean? “Let’s promenade,” he suggested. “Let’s,” was all she responded. As they passed slowly down the wax- polished floor, under the numberless sputtering candles, Louis amused her with commentaries on the well known members of the shifting throng. “There’s the king, the old fool,” he added parenthetically, “and there's his brother, young devil, and there’s the first Minister,it hardly takes a pair of long ears to make him—just look at Montmarte togged up like an admiral! He never crossed the Seine without being seasick. Don’t let’s go in there.” he asked as the entrance of the crowded refreshment room greeted them with the sound of SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 19 laughing and whole-hearted dissipation. “Clear the way for the priestly Cheva- lieur Duval, the one with the cap and cowl. No monk’s rig will ever keep him long from a full punch-bowl, lie’s an old hypocrite, but that sort of dis- simulation is too deep for his powers. Ah, here we are,” he said, as having de- scended the broad staircase and having turned several corners the found them- selves in the coziest little niche imagin- able, lighted by two red candles, and containing a large red corner divan, a place whose existence seemed to be well known to Louis. “Let us be bored together,” he quoted. At first mademoiselle, relaxing grace- fully on the broad divan and sinking into a perfect down of soft red sofa pillows, seemed to be contentedly rest- ing from the fatigues of the evening. At last, having leisurely studied the paintings and carvings on the staircase, and having smiled behind her mask at the ridiculous harmony of Louis’ big hat with the ruddy hue of their surround- ings, she murmured, “Do you know how in stories the hero always gains the thanks of the heroine by saving her from robbers, pirates or something dreadful? If this were a story you would deserve a whole chapter of thanks.” “How could I be so fortunate?” asked Louis with interest. “Why, think what you saved me from, four fools, two devils, two cardi- nals, a highwayman, a Buckingham and a king of France ! ” “ Mademoiselle underestimates—two kings of France,” he corrected. “When did monsieur learn to count?” “One of the fools was His Majesty — the one in pink.” “Oh ! ” “ Well, what did you do to him?” laughed Louis. “ Didn’t you see me box his ears? He tried to make me dance the minuet with him. Who were the devils?” she asked. “Messieurs the Bishop of the Seine and the First Lord of the Treasury.” “ And the cardinals?” “Highwaymen.” “And the highwayman?” “A cardinal.” “What a place a masquerade is for people to show their colors ! What a collection it was! No wonder I -fled into the arms of the Church,” she mused. Then they talked on every conceiv- able subject. Mademoiselle seemed to be perfectly contented and Louis com- pletely fascinated. It was a treat to talk with a purely rational being after entertaining the artificial demoiselles of the capital, and it was almost a lark to relapse again into the free and easy English phrases with which he bantered Jean. He felt that he was hopelessly in love, but that was nothing. What troubled him was that she seemed to be completely posted on both himself and his redoubtable tonsorial artist. If that were so they must have met before in the course of his travels, where, he did not know. She did, and teasingly would not tell. “I know you,” she broke in upon his reveries. “You are Count Louis de Grasse of Cevennes. Your father is an admiral in the royal navy. You have travelled all over the world with him and have served in two wars. You can speak five languages, and have twice held foreign embassies. You have fought fifteen duels, including the one with the Due of Orleans, and you are the best swordsman at the court. You are thought to be awfully clever, and lots of girls are in love with you.” “Bravo!” smiled Louis, interrupting this detailed biography. “But I do not know you, and I have not the slightest idea of where you live when you are at home.” “I call myself Mile. Personne.” “And you live?” “At Chateaurien,” she smiled. “Mademoiselle is too brilliant, but mistaken again,” he laughed. I prefer to consider you still as Anne of Austria and myself as His Eminence the Car- dinal, who has been so fortunate as to save you from the clutches of that vil- lain Buckingham.” “Yes, he is a villain,” conceded mademoiselle. “Truly a bold rescue ! And I am re- warded with a detailed account of my 20 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. discreditable family history,” he con- tinued with an injured tone. “Monsieur may name his own reward,” she flashed. “Should he not fare better than Buck- ingham?” “Without doubt.” “You mean it?” “Why not?” “But, mademoiselle, the story goes that the queen kissed Buckingham.” “Perhaps Buckingham asked the queen,” she murmured. She yielded and disclosed her smiling features, but for a moment only, still that moment left to Louis wild dreams of the prettiest woman he had ever seen, sweet scented memories of wavy light hair, deep blue eyes, a daring chin, and lips which seemed charged with elec- tric thrills. Then she lightly replaced her mask and laughingly ran to the stairs. Still dreaming, Louis started to pursue when a dark form advanced be- hind him, a long scabbard was thrust between his legs ; he struggled to regain his balance, but tripped and fell. CHAPTER II.—LE CONTKE-COUP. Though getting entangled in one of the crimson hangings when he fell, Louis de Grasse could not have lain quiet more than a minute, but when he regained his feet everybody, mademoi- selle, the unknown assailant, and his own red hat had disappeared. In their place he found a daintily worked lace handkerchief among the pillows where mademoiselle had reclined, and a tip of a plume which diligent observation con- vinced him belonged to that villian Buckingham. On the whole he was decidedly puzzled. He could imagine why mademoiselle ran away, he could see why Buckingham had wished to spoil his tete-a-tete, but he could not un- derstand what he wanted with his red hat. For it seemed safe to say that the masquerading English duke knew noth- ing of the historic value of the antique tile he had stolen, which was a memento of the great Richelieu, who had pre- sented it to one of Louis’ long named ancestors for some life and death adven- ture, and had added this ruddy insignia to the old De Grasse crest. However, diviser pour regner, Louis went to the kitchens, where he fell in with the confidential valet of Monsieur the Cardinal of the Rhone, who, per- suaded by a franc, supplied the loss of Louis’ headgear at his master’s expense. Then, having lost all desire to dance, the young count slowly strolled to the card-room. This was situated in the southern wing of the Palais Royal in Versailles and was a square, high-wain- scotted room devoted to every species of gaming. Numberless many-colored candles hung from every part of the ceiling on fantastic bent-iron chande- liers, and flaming cressets smoking and flickering in every recess dispelled the gloom of night, with the gleam of the well-lighted bar at the northern end, presided over by one of the king's num- erous valets de chambre. Over the whole extent of the mosaic floor stood small, round, but massively-built mahog- any tables with curving legs and heavy canopy drapings, arranged in the height of artistic disorder, and surrounded by four, five or six, as the gamers required, straight-backed oak chairs almost alive with twisting serpents, grotesque drag- ons’ claws and hideous bacchantes’ heads. Upon each table were the imple- ments of some game current at the time, from the hand-carved chessmen and black-spotted dominoes to the thin, ivory cards and numbered dice in use for the innocent ecarte. Nearly everywhere could be seen the decorated jars of well preserved American tobacco leaf and here and there a wicker basket of Brit- ish clay, Parisian briarwood, or long, native Indian pipes. Add as a final ap- peal to the eye, the fanciful frescoes over the walls and ceiling, as a clue to the nose, the pleasant whiff of Mary- land tobacco which had by this time thrown both play and players into a dreamy haze, as a reminder to the ear, the rattle of dice on the table, the end- less shift-shift of the cards and the spas- modic conversation and occasional curses of the manipulators—add all this to the queer effect of hit or miss selec- tions from all the costumes known to people since Father Adam masked to- gether in ridiculous disregard of all order, and you have Louis XVI’S gam- ing room as it appeared to the Comte SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 21 de Grasse when he pushed aside the drapery which separated it from the main hall and glanced haughtily around as the beat of his steps upon the stone- laid door called glances and merry greetings from every hand. The young count, as we have said, cast around the room a searching look which proved to be rewarded better than he had dared to hope. For but a few yards from the bar, in a secluded corner hidden from nearly every part of the hall, seated at a table where there was an empty chair, and puffing a long- stemmed Iroquois pipe, he saw the black-hearted Buckingham dealing a hand of ecarte to the good-natured Yan- kee and a tinkling-belled fool. Louis accepted the invitation of the Yankee, which he desired with all his heart, and to which Buckingham, will- ing or unwilling, was obliged to accede, with some playful jest about such things not having the sanction of the church, which was received in good part and answered with a quick retort by the Fool. From this a bantering conversa- tion arose which showed each masquer- ading gambler that his neighbors were men of birth and spirit. The play waxed close and hard but Buckingham won most frequently. Louis watched him closely, seeking the first pretext to involve him in a quarrel, and even dropped a number of sharp remarks which a quick-witted Frenchman would have construed into an insult, but which never for a moment disturbed the equa- nimity of the long-plumed duke. Thus for nearly an hour the four men played steadily on, mentally sizing each other up under the opaque masks which it was not friendly to the king to remove until the noisy chapel bells chimed a pre-arranged, concerted and without doubt, welcome signal. Finally Louis, who never seemed to take his eye from Buckingham, thought he detected the almost imperceptible leger de main motion that transfers a card to the sleeve. On the next hand he saw the move repeated. Then came his deal. With a gesture as if to count the cards he sought the embryo duke’s eye, and in that steely glance both un- derstood. Suddenly De Grasse spoke, “Mes- sieurs, our game is interesting and at the same time dry. I go to taste the honeyed nectar of the grape, the sweet tonic of Armandy. Will not Monsieur le Due come too and drink with me to the health of the divine queen, Anne of Austria.” The duke rose and both strolled to the bar, where the king’s own tapster was thunderstruck to see these men glaring silently through each other’s masks, the glance of one, ruthless and compelling, meeting that of the other, daring and unmoved. Buckingham spoke first. “Well,” he said, “you will count the cards?” “If monsieur has no reason other- wise? ” “ Faith! I don’t see as it matters much.” “Then monsieur would wish to be ex- posed a swindler and a cheat, through- out His Majesty’s court,” cried Louis, scornfully. “Who are your witnesses? A raw- boned Yankee and a painted-faced fool! ” laughed the duke. “The one,” asserted De Grasse, “is a marquis in his own right. The other is the greatest homme de plume of France.” “Ah!” said Buckingham, well know- ing the perilous nature of his position, “It would spoil my diplomatic career in gay Paris. Well, what do you want?” “First monsieur will tell me who is mademoiselle, known tonight as Anne of Austria?” “She is the Lady Irene Millington, daughter of the Earl of Chester, my own fair cousin.” “Irene, Irene,” Louis was delightedly murmuring to himself. “Yes, you French dancing-master, Irene. The girl who in the first dance wagered with me that before morning she would kiss some clever man as a souvenir of her first Parisian masquer- ade. She did as she promised, and that man,” Buckingham hissed between his teeth, “was you.” “Monsieur has a very vivid imagina- tion,” smiled Louis reflectively. “But we forget our business. Next, you will return to the table, replace the cards, and play as before.” 22 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. “What else?” “At the first opportunity you will call me a liar, a cur, or anything I can resent.” “And then?” “Ah, I forgot; we fight.” “Where?” “Here, in the card-room.” And that is all?” “Not quite. When I have disabled you, then you shall apologize for the length of your cursed scabbard, and tell me why in the devil you stole mon- seigneur’s red hat. Allons. And the four men resumed a quiet game, everything moving without any unusual interest or excitement, until in a laughing dispute over a point of play, picking up some of De Grasse’s light words, Buckingham suddenly said in a deep modulated voice which expressed at the same time every step of contempt and conviction:— “You are a liar—a consummate liar.” “Monsieur shall eat those words,” cried Louis, and he leaned over the table and lightly tapped the duke’s face with his great red gauntlet, changing in an instant a group of men but just now bent on the arts of peace to men of iron action by those electric thrills which in that epoch a stirring challenge never failed to produce. “Perhaps we had better unmask,” said one, after the first exhilarating shock of surprise; and a slight movement of the hand revealed the repulsive features of the cynical Voltaire, clad in the robes of the fool which no doubt he was. “Voltaire!” “Lafayette!” cried Louis, as the Yankee exposed his countenance. “Louis de Grasse!” they both ex- claimed in a breath. “And your friend?” “I am known as Sir Antony Milling- ton of Dublin,” spoke the erstwhile duke, “major in His Majesty King George’s Royal Dragoons.” “The Royal Dragoons will soon have a new major,” insinuated Voltaire. “Will His Highness the Marquis do me the honor of being my second?” asked Louis. “With pain,” answered Lafayette. “And will monsieur the writer serve me in the same capacity?” demanded Millington. “With pleasure,” responded Voltaire. The swords were measured, a space cleared, and the combatants stripped of their coats almost instantaneously, and withal so quietly, that the first inkling which the busy room had of the deadly quarrel within its walls was the cold and rasping clash of steel as Louis de Grasse and Antony Millington faced each other, a few feet of glittering rapier only between them and death. For a while it was a duel which was a duel, a case of Greek ’gainst Greek, a puzzling maze of parries and lunges, tierces and points. Millington was reputed to be the best swordsman in the British Army, and was invincible with the saber, but it did not take him long to see Louis’ superior subtlety with the darting French rapier. “You fight like the devil,” he said hoarsely. “No, like the devil’s emissary, the cardinal,” smiled Louis, and before Antony could speak again a lunge, a feint and a twist sent his sword clatter- ing upon the marble floor. “Monsieur will receive his sword and continue,” commanded Louis, picking up the rapier and presenting it with a bow. “Sword be damned !” cried Millington. “Do you call that a sword? Why don't you nght with toothpicks? Well, if it’s any satisfaction, run me through. But if I only had you alone on Dublin com- mon without pistol, sword or dagger, there—” “Oh, if monsieur would prefer!” cried Louis, and in a twinkling the supple Frenchman bedded his sword deep in a thick-topped table, shed his embroidered vest, rolled his white shirtsleeves above his elbows, and stood in a perfect posi- tion of pugilistic defence. Then the open-mouthed collection of gamblers, crowding and pushing around, eagerly watched what they mistakably termed the strangest struggle that ever took place in Versailles. For many full minutes all was silence save the scrape of the combatant’s feet upon the floor and the piff-paff of parrying as they punched and dodged in turn. Antony Millington with his cool head and bull strength was by far more dangerous as a thug than a swordsman, and if he had once reached Louis’ body would have un- SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 23. doubtedly made short work of the duel, but he never reached him. Louis de Grasse, watching Antony’s every move, evading his heavy strokes, and dodging to and fro and up and down with the agility of a dancing master, hit fre- quently, and occasionally, with good effect. The gaping crowd stood look- ing on with the intensity that men have ever shown in watching other men struggle to break each other’s bones. The flashing-eyed. shirted figures were moving in a more quickly shifting panorama, blows were raining faster and stronger, breaths were coming in shorter and quicker gasps, Louis had drawn Anthony’s first blood and was pantingly pressing his blinding advantage, when sharp steps from behind were heard and three stern words exploded like a bomb in the tobacco-laden air. The words were these: set-jawed, white- “Gentlemen, the king!” [to be continued.] A Legend of the Powder House. Oh. the night was dark and the hour was late, And the clouds hung low in the northern sky, When the miller was roused from his slumber deep. “O help, and ask not the reason why!” By the light of a lantern flickering dim. He saw a form which cowered and shrank; “Shelter, for love of Heaven—and bread— I faint from terror,'’—exhausted she sank. And they took her in. A youth’s long cloak Covered her slender girlish form ; Her long black hair streamed down in clouds— A fickle shelter for wind and storm. A sweet young maid from Arcadian shores; From a master cruel and false, forsooth, She'd fled in her clumsy, boyish garb. And now was safe neath the miller’s roof. In hiding she lay in the dark mill-loft. Dusty and grewsome and grey and old; And the great wheels all the night were still. Their hard smooth stone her pillow cold. Merrily sang the maid at the mill. And the mill-stones sang as they ground the corn. She watched them whirl to the tune of the sails, Then slept in peace by them till morn. The night is dark, and the hour is late. A horseman gallops up the hill; “Open! — his words are fair and false,— “Give me the key to the mill!’’ He gropes up the ladder and into the loft. He seizes the maid whom he's traced to her woe. But in the strange darkness he looses his hold, And he falls to the stone floor below. But as he falls he clutches the rope— The miller stands aghast— For the great mill-wheels move slowly round— The exiled maiden is free at last! The mill stones old have been taken away, The great white sails are gone. But the weird old legend of Powder House Hill Will evermore live on ! E. H. S.. ’oo. --------—� ♦.--------- His Waterloo. He.— A divinity student aspired to be. Wore spectacles, derby, and nursed a slight cough. Was proud of his learning and liked to show off. She— Was a saucy young miss of ten and three, Who liked to be fresh, And who longed to take down That brother of hers with his learned frown. One day while her playmates stood round in great glee. She praised up his knowledge as nice as could be. Then asked if from Ireland crockery comes. He thought for a moment, then a discourse be- gan On the old Celtic race in the Stone Age of man. But she stopped him and told him to answer her query. “What crockery comes from the isle of O’Leary?” He considered the exports of Belfast and Cork, And said there was none, “the Irishmen work,” But a grin of delight on her features he saw! “Yes. there is! Irish Mugs! Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha!” A. 24 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 1900. “Will you exchange pictures with me?” is now the general cry. Murphy has this consolation, that whether any one can fill his shoes or not, no one can fill his hat. Baseball is in season again, as is evi- dent from a view of the lawn at recess. Star-plays are made in abundance every day. Miss Densmore says that Porthos had a gallon of “decorations” under his cloak. Were they exterior or interior, or both? Where is our class motto ? The com- mittee has been chosen, but no motto has been forthcoming. Get to work. June will soon be here. Those who attended the last social will probably know the advertisements in the magazines by sight after this. Such games are of some use anyway. Candidates for election as the hand- somest man in the class should hand their names in to Moore right away. No more than 17 candidates will be con- sidered. Many of the scholars should be able in a few months to write their signa- tures well anyway. They will have lots of practice writing it on their photo- graphs. That man at Marathon who was struck blind must have been looking for a pension from the government. A man who could invent a story like that ought to get a pension. Hills wants to know the principal parts of “chicken.” If it had been turkey he probably would have known. Why does Keniston collect all the money for the different events in the class. Is it that he is the most honest looking boy, or because he is an expert bill collector? How sorry the Hellespont must have been for wrecking the bridge that Xerxes built. It’s no joke to be branded and fettered, even if it is a sea that is punished. Purcell has been elected secretary of the Interscholastic A. A. He will now have a chance to show that touching fidelity to duty that is so characteristic of his work at school. F'arnum is becoming popular in the extreme nowadays. He was always well-liked, but now he is saluted with cheers and is surrounded as soon as he enters the building. Can any of the “slow division” explain this? The Theta Chi Alpha boys ought to call their club “The Jockey Club,” or some such appropriate name. 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Agcut for Pierce and A mime Cycles. Davis Square, West Somerville. REPAIRING. RENTING. F. H. CAIL CO., Successors to E. O. WHITE. FLORISTS. Floral Designs a specialty. Decorations for Churches, Weddings and Parties. G4 Walnut Street, Somerville, Mass. DESIGNING ILLUSTRATING ENGRAVING ELECTROTYPING ENGRAVERS FOR RADIATOR SUFFOLK ENGRAVING COMPANY 234 CONGRESS ST. BOSTON. -MASS. Contents for Maw j Library and High Schools, Frontispiece Editorials, 5 The Man of Grote,—R. R., '99, 7 Translation from the German,—(Poem), 9 Storiette,—A. F. H., L., 10 Twice Told Tales, 12 Exchanges, '3 The Red Hat (Chapters 3 and 4),—Linwood E. Snowman, 14 Latin Notes, 22 Resolutions, 23 English Notes, 24 Mock Trial, 26 Poems, 26 Athletics, 27 Advertisements, 30-3-1 Somerville THE High School Radiator. LATIN SCHOOL. ENGLISH SCHOOL. Vol. IX. Somerville, Massachusetts, May, 1900. No. 8. The Radiator la published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year. Only Important news matter can be received after the 10th of the month Matter for insertion may be left with any of the editorial staff or be mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign the full name and address (this i$ for reference only). Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. To insure its return manuscript must be accom- panied by the necessary postage. TERMS. 75 CENTS PER YEAR. SINGLE COPIES, 10 CENTS. | Entered at Boston Postofllce as second class matter.] SOMERVILLE CITIZEN PRESS. EXCHANGE EDITOR. LILLIAN J. STEARNS, L. II. S., 1!XX . BUSINESS MANAGER. HERBERT M. HALE, E. II. S., 1900. ASSISTANT BUSI INESS MANAGER. JOHN C. HAARTZ, L. II. S., 1901. TREASURER. LESLIE R. GRANT, K. II. S., 1900. CLASS EDITORS. LATIN SCHOOL. LOUIS C. DOYLE, 1900. STAFF OF THE RADIATOR. EDITOR IN CHIEF. HELEN E. TRUE, 01. ARTHUR D. WHITMAN, 02. WILLIAM JENNINGS, 03. LINWOOD E. SNOWMAN, L. H. S., 1900. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. RUTH TUFTS, E. H. S., 1900. ENGLISH SCHOOL. HARRY A. STONE, 1900. FREDERIC E. MOORE, 01. H. DELANO LORING, 02. LOUIS G. KEYES,’03. SPORTING EDITOR. STAFF ARTIST. FRANKLIN F. PHILLIPS, L. H. S., 1900. JR., WILLIAM D. EATON, E. II. S., 1901. OUR editorial wire is down. Seven phrase-making issues of this paper have well nigh exhausted our space- filling squibs. Though we have nothing to say now that we know of, we take up our ink-spreading Pegasus with the same patient alacrity as of old and cheerfully set to work to cover the few white pages set apart by inveterate cus- tom for remarks from the editor-in- chief. We have no particular remarks to make, but that doesn’t matter, we must make them. This, gentle reader, is the magic sesame of journalism, pro- fessional and amateur alike, a cheerful task with which such veterans as Horace Greeley and R. II. Dana had a mediocre acquaintance, and we, to quote a mem- ber of our staff, desire to embrace everything in any way connected with journalism, figuratively, of course. IN the spring the young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love,” says some obscure and hopeful poet. Spring is now passed. The farmer has sown his government seed, the back- yard gardener has potted his geraniums, our classic hill is resplendent with tulips, the springy effect of the spring 6 SOMKRVILLE 1IIGII SCHOOL RADIATOR. tonics is everywhere seen, the grippe has lost its grip, the mud, zephyrs and daily dew-falls are extinct, the foliage is white with blossoms and the air is resonant with the song of the sparrow, the dog and the tomcat. It is now, or ought to be, summer. But as we gaze from our study window, a wet, dreary aspect meets our eyes—the aspect of the autumn dog-day. We are alone, even the trees are leaving. Our fancy turns to thoughts of future struggles to be made, of fields to be fought, of battle lines to be faced—the august assembly of the city fathers at gradua- tion, the dazzling array of sweet girl graduates at the soiree. To be serious, but a short time remains for some of us to daily walk the winding concrete walks of Central Hill. Seniors, make the most of it. IT has been the custom for several years to publish in June a souvenir number of the Radiatok, an issue of indefinitely increased proportions and of comparative expense. This year we announce a commencement edition of «especial literary and pictorial attractions, including prose and verses from our best contributors, pictures of our bas- ket ball and baseball teams and two graduating classes, besides the annual catalogue of the schools. To make possible the success of such a publica- tion, we need the financial support of all. Papers will be immediately circu- lated among the rooms to receive your signature and order for as many papers as you wish to secure. Subscribe gen- erously. We must be guaranteed a sale of at least 1,200 copies. NO, gentle readers, the pandemonium which reigned at intervals in the Latin School during the recesses of the past month was not a hairdresser’s con- vention ; it was only a few harmless phases of the Phi Alpha initiation. THE English School has again to re- gret the loss of one of its sub- masters, Dr. George J. Pfeiffer, who is obliged to retire from teaching on ac- count of ill health. Dr. Pfeiffer was one •of the most popular and respected of the English School instructors and he will be greatly missed. Mr. Godfrey, late master of the Needham High School has been appointed to fill the vacant posi- tion, teaching chemistry and geology. WHAT a field this is for advertis- ing ? said a visitor, one morning, as he watched the many colored varie- ties of our class and society headgears scaling the hill. “These,” he asked, pointing to a light gray species, clearly lettered in heliotrope, “are got out by the Uneeda Biscuit Co., perhaps? We solemnly shook our heads. “No,” we replied, “those are but the 1C. Ik L. Club caps.” I IBRARIAN EOSS’ latest inno- L vat ion is a plan to furnish vacation reading matter, allowing patrons to hold ten books on a card, to be renewed or exchanged monthly, in person or by mail. This will give our sweet girl graduates and undergraduates a better choice of literature than is generally offered by her summer supply of those yellow-colored pamphlets popularly called “novels.” WE have had considerable dealings with “Our Old Owl” who hoots occasionally in the columns of our con- temporary, the Citizen, and we wish to assure everyone that he is a kindly old bird, despite the horrible caricature that appears weekly at the head of his department. THE condemnation of Dreyfus is per- fectly explicable after witnessing the successful antics of the English High School Associates in their recent mock trial. OUR freshman twirier, Patch, came within an ace of outpitching the veteran Clarkson in the recent Cam- bridge game. IT would be a stroke of policy for our freshman classes to organize some sort of coalition resistance to the curfew law. T ULIPS, Tulips, Tulips! SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 7 Cbe fll an of (5tote. ii. n., s. e. n. s., 'Du. LONG and strong pull sent us well up the clean, sloping beach. For a mo- ment we sat motion- less, listening to the sighing pines with their music regularly varied by the break- ing surf and the tinkling ripple of the backward flow. Then we attempted to glance through the trees which lined the shore, and see what lay beyond. We had in mind what the villagers had told us : a stone castle with moat and towers, and the man of Grote. These we did not see, but between two whispering pines, directly opposite our boat’s lodging spot, a well beaten path led toward the interior of the island. “It’s all right,” said Harry, jumping out, “the villagers haven't fooled us.” We had pulled the boat well up and secured it, before I replied, “It’s well for us they haven’t. Imagine us telling the boys how we were fooled by the tale of an ex-circus performer, who lived in solitary splendor on an island and who refused to see any one but utter strangers to yonder village.” “They would guv us that’s a fact,” laughed Harry, “nut come, let’s walk up this path and see if we cannot find this wonderful personage.” Humming an air, I started up the path, a good, stout branch in my hand, loaded with deadly intent toward any snake we might happen to meet. The hand of man was everywhere apparent; no scraggly undergrowth, well beaten paths, cosy nooks with rustic seat.4?, everything that goes to beautify nature. Huge oaks soon replaced the pines, then a thin line of silver birch, and be- yond, a growth of small hemlock. And here it was, just between the birch and hemlock, that we came into a large cir- cular clearing with a cool fountain in the center. In a most curious fashion one plot was encompassed by a single circle of large maple trees, which had their branches trained toward a com- mon point. Toward this spot the foun- tain spouted with brilliant energy, nearly reaching the elevation of its ambition. “A tent!” burst from our lips. “Nay, a living monument! ” exclaimed a sudden voice behind us. “Great Caesar ! ” I Iarry ejaculated. “No, only the man of Grote,” re- turned the voice. Turning, we beheld a singularly gloomy-faced person of about sixty years, whose black eyes and swarthy features showed that he was a Corsican, as the villagers had said. “I suppose,” said he, in a voice of great depth, “that you have come to see what sort of a creature I am.” “And to hear your life’s story,” I added, smiling. “To be sure! To be sure!” the Corsican cried ; then gloomily, “but I have never told my story, gentlemen.” He paused a moment; were we going to be disappointed ? Suddenly, he said, fiercely, “But I’m going to tell it to you ! For last night, as I was retiring, a sudden dizziness swept over me, and, as I vainly tried to pierce the resulting gloom, a blood red curtain crossed my vision. Thrice did it appear and as many times vanish. Sirs, twice before in my life has this happened, and there is a legend in our family that after the third time the afflicted one will meet a violent death. Be that as it may, some- thing tells me to narrate to you my life’s story—a tale of no importance except that it tells the truth about a so- called mysterious being.” Harry and I had listened wonder- ingly to this confidential outburst. What was to follow ? We took our seats in a cosy nook and the Corsican began. But scarcely had he uttered three words when a terrific roar shook the very drops of the fountain and there burst through the trees a huge lion, who leaped the basin and disappeared on the other side. We looked at the man of Grote, but 8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. he showed no other indication of sur- prise or alarm, than frowning heavily ; and, without a word of explanation, either to calm our nerves or to allay our curiosity, began again. “Sirs, as you doubtless know, I am a Corsican, with a Corsican’s warm, re- vengeful blood flowing in my veins. So when my youngest brother, Alonzo, was slain in an unequal duel, I vowed over the boy’s body, for he was really but a boy, eternal haired toward his mur- derer, and swore to revenge him. All I had to help me was the person’s name, and that was—” “What?” cried Harry, suddenly. I looked at him in wonder. “It was James C. Chinrac,” whispered the Corsican, slowly. With a gasp, Harry sunk back in his seat. “Go on,” he muttered. “Years passed and my self-imposed duty was still unperformed. It was then I became a member of Price’s circus, with hopes that I would meet my intended victim during our travels. “What did I do ? Well, not much of anything. I had a juggling act with knives, and my specialty was casting keen pointed daggers so as to com- pletely surround, within an inch of her body, a young girl who stood with her back against a large soft wood panel. “From city to city and country to country we traveled, and the old familiar smell, a mingling of tan- yard and stable and menagerie, became a sweet odor, suggesting the only home I knew.” A moment’s pause was filled with the roar of a lion behind us and an answer- ing call from the other side of the glade. They sounded to my ears like the call of beasts who had just tasted fresh blood. I shuddered, with a silent fear creeping over me, and I heard Harry’s knuckles crack as he clutched his hands together. Was it from fright or some other cause? The Corsican’s eyes gleamed fearfully as he continued : — “Shall I ever forget that morning! I was speaking with the ticket agent when a gentleman of about 30 passed in a slip of paper with these words on it:— ‘“Please give James C. Chinrac a free pass. —Signed, Price.’ “How my head whirled! My brain turned to hot and vengeful fire ! In a daze I heard the ticket agent ask the per- son if he was James C. Chinrac, and hearing the reply ‘Yes,” I fairly laughed aloud in my glee.” “For heaven’s sake,” cried the agent, “what a fiendish laugh that was!” Then catching sight of my face he started back in alarm ; he saw the un- appeased spirit of six years gleaming in my eyes. ‘Would you murder me?’ he cried. “I left the place and hunted after my man, for I considered him mine. Yes, mine to offer as a sacrifice ; an offering to my brother’s wandering spirit ! He was watching an acrobatic feat when I caught sight of him. Coming up be- hind I clutched a dagger which I always kept on my person and stood ready to bring about a consummation I had waited years for. I planned to strike and then a make a dash for liberty in the confusion, and began to draw my knife. “Just at that moment a messenger approached with a note summoning me to the manager’s presence. I went, and it seemed that one of the trained lions had become a bit wild. The beasts were to perform in an open ring, and he wished all the men about to prevent any accident. “Amid breathless silence the three trained beasts trotted into the ring, the trainer snapped his long, snake-like whip, and the animals began their tricks. For a time all went well, when suddenly the trainer’s whip swung around and lashed the slightly excited lion on the tip of his nose. With a ter- rific roar of anger the beast felled the man to the ground. “The next instant pandemonium reigned; the spectators struggled to gain the outer air ; men knocked over and trampled under foot helpless women and children. With a snarl the angered animal leapt into the very thick of the frantic mob. For a moment he stood quivering, drowning out all noises with his powerful roaring Then he lifted his huge paw to strike a deadly blow. “Following the beast’s movements with SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 9 my eyes, I saw a sight which again sent the blood in a mighty hot wave through my head. My God ! was I to be disap- pointed after all? There, crouching under the very paw of the lion was James Chinrac; my prey, not the lion’s. I must save him for myself, but how? Time was precious. I writhed in anger at my helplessness and clutched my sides in a frantic grasp. Ha! I had solved the problem! My hand had grasped the ebony handle of my keen re- vengeful dagger. “Was I in time? Would my plan suc- ceed ? Could I control my nerves suf- ficiently to carry it out? With a mighty effort of my will I quieted my muscles and lifted my arm. A moment it quiv- ered in mid-air, and just as the mon- ster's muscular paw began to descend I launched the knife with all my energy. Its hiss, as it sped on, was heard for yards around, above the frightened screams and frantic struggling. Would it reach its mark, the lion’s glaring eye? It did reach it and with such force that the long slender knife and handle was buried deep in the very quick of the lion’s brain. With a dull thump the beast fell to the sawdust, and after a sharp, convulsive movement, lay dead. “Dashing forward I clutched up the fainting form of my brother’s murderer, found my knife, and with a mighty ef- fort pulled it out. Chuckling to myself, I was about to pass it, for the first time, into his breast when, horrors, the first of my dizzy attacks came on me, and struggle as I would I swooned away.” Here the Corsican broke down, quiv- ering in every muscle of his body. “I failed,” he moaned. A rattling sigh burst from his lips and he seemed about to collapse. But gathering his powers together he had again started, when Harry, with a shrill yell of blended agony and horror, arose to his feet pale as death. “Aye, you failed! ” he gasped ; “it was well you did fail ! For, know, you man of Grote,” he went on, gathering power, “that James Chinrac is my uncle ! ” Had the devil stood before me in all his fiery wraps, I could not have been more confounded. But its effect on the Corsican was far different. It acted like a stimulant. “You ! You ! ” he yelled, “the nephew of that man ! Then you may die in his stead. Ho, King! Ho, Bebezel! Ye beasts, come and see this votive offering. I la, ha, ha ! ” The next instant I saw a dagger flash in air and heard a cry of anguish from Harry. Awakening from my trance I rushed forward with a cry, lifting my club on high for a mighty blow. But even as my arm trembled in mid air, I was knocked reeling by a huge brown body, and I became unconscious. Whispering softly to each other, as though in horror, the maples rustled together, the fountain splashed merrily. I awoke to the world to find these things as before; but how were the rest? Harry lay on the green, motionless, per- haps dead. A few yards away the bodies of two great beasts lay, mangled, under a fallen maple monarch. Of the man of Grote nothing was to be seen save the mangled remnant of a human form. When I put Harry in the bottom of our boat and started homeward, the surf was breaking on the shore with a doie- ful and thunderous booming. Yet it was musical, not unlike the deeper notes of an organ. Slowly I pulled away and when well out, looked back to see, hov- ering over the trees and settling down- ward, six or seven large birds. At that moment Harry sighed, and with a prayer of thanksgiving to our Creator I pulled with fresh vigor at the oars. Translation from the German. BY MARY PIPER. Thou art a fragile blossom, So lovely in thy ways That longing steals upon me Whene’er on thee I gaze. I would my hand might fondly Rest on thy tresses bright. May God forever keep thee As fair and pure as light. 10 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Storiette. A. F. n., L. Riverside was in all its glory on this cool summer evening. Canoes were gliding among the lily pads and noise- lessly slipping under the shade of the overhanging birches and willows. The ripples gleamed, and the drops falling from the paddles glistened like jewels in the pale light of the moon. The calm solitude was only broken now and then by the merry halloos and low songs of the oc- cupants of passing canoes. A light zephyr winged its way from canoe to canoe, gathering sweet stories from lover s lips and coquettish answers from their charmers, and scattering that sense of contentment and ease that only a zephyr can, after a long, torrid, sum- mer day. A short distance up stream, above Riverside, in a less frequented part of the river, Ed Sawyer paddled slowly along. The quiet and soft lapping of the little waves was only broken now and then by the wild shrieks of some freak trying to awake the slumbering echoes. A pickerel, taken by surprise, shot out from his cool retreat, as Ed swung the canoe into the familiar shade of an old willow. In the bow Bessie reclined on a heap of pillows, her light scarf fluttering about her. “Are you comfortable, Bessie? Cush- ions all right?” inquired Ed thought- fully. “Have some candy,” and he lightly tossed a box to her. “You are getting horribly extrava- gant, Ed, you should be • thinking of saving.” “Thanks awfully, pater has saved sufficiently for three or four generations to come. Object to a cigar?” “Some more extravagance; and what is more, so young a boy should be care- ful of his health. Mamma says children, especially boys, should be exceedingly careful of their health when they are not yet turned twenty,” said Bessie in a bantering tone. “Come now, Bess, you know I am twenty-two, and a year younger than yourself, and judging from the care you seem to think should exercise, I really think you ought not to be out after dark.” “You hateful creature, first you allude to my age — very discourteous—then you suggest in a mild way that you want to go in! I have just got comfort- ably settled. Very well, we can go in,” and Bessie sighed a long deep sigh. “Nothing of the sort. I think I could stay here forever.” “Eh, forever?” said Bessie. “O no, my dear. To change the subject, I’ll sing a little song to you.” The voice seemed so different from what one would expect from the coquet- ish creature. Softly and tenderly she sang:— “Tell me, do you love me, Tell me softly as of old—” The beautiful voice faltered and then stopped. Ed Sawyer was telling her that he loved her and she gave a fright- ened little cry : “Oh, no, no, Ed, you do not love me, you arc too young, you do not know your own mind. Take me home—take me home.” “Then you do not care for me?” “I can’t, you do not know your own mind.” In silence Ed paddled back to the boathouse, helped Bessie out and drew the canoe out on the float. Silently they wended their way homeward ; not a word was spoken until they reached Bessie’s home. “Won’t you come in and have a bit?” “No, thank you. Goodnight.” And he was off. Ed was very silent and gloomy next day, as he sat with his sister, Beatrice, on the veranda. “What makes you so gloomy,” she queried, “had a quarrel with Bessie?” “No.” “Wouldn’t she go canoeing with you last night?” she persisted. “Oh, let a fellow alone and mind your own business, will you ? ” retorted Ed. Beatrice knew something was the matter, and, urged by a woman’s natural curiosity, she was bound to find out. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. ‘•Ho! maybe she said she wouldn’t have you! ” “Well, I know you’ll give me no peace until you’ve found out all you want to know, so I might as well tell you. You see, Trixie, it was this way,” said Kd, thoughtfully. Heat rice was all attention now and a triumphant smile flitted across her face, as Kd began. Bessie and I went up river last night and she sang a song.” Yes, go on.” It wasn’t the song so much as the voice in which she sang it, that made me feel well, I can’t explain how. Then I said something and was going to say more when I was cut short by a merry, short laugh and that’s what took the tar out of me.” “Ho, ho, ho,” laughed Trixie, do you mean to say you’ve got as serious as that ? Why, my dear boy, you don’t even know your own mind yet. Wait until you’ve been acquainted with half a dozen girls ; you know there are other girls beside Bessie.” “Other girls, pooh ! what the deuce do I care about other girls, and I’m not old enough ? I s’pose if a fellow, forty years old, proposed to you, you would say, ‘Oh, don’t you think you ought to wait a few years yet ? You really don’t know your own mind yet,’ and still next day you would regret having lost such a chance. A fellow, twenty-two years old, and not know his mind yet. But that’s just the way with all you girls ; you think because a fellow loves you, you've got him all to yourself and can play with 11 him as a cat with a mouse and then you find a fellow’s feelings are not made for playthings. Every time a fellow gets serious, you treat it all as a great joke. Many a good fellow is ruined that way.” “There, now, stop,” interrupted Beatrice, I didn’t mean to excite you so.” “No, you never want to know the truth,” answered Ed, sharply, as he entered the house, slamming the door behind him. Three years had elapsed and Ed had been abroad since he had left college. He had made up his mind that on his return he would again ask Bessie Puffer to be his. She had been quite right, —she was a dear girl and he was too young then, but he had grown older, much older, he said to himself as he complacently stroked his beard and paced the deck. On his arrival a letter awaited him from his old chum, Charles Huntley, who had been his dearest friend at school, but who had to settle down to prosaic bread and butter winning when he left college. He wrote to Ed, ask- ing him to be best man at his marriage “to the dearest little girl in the world, Bessie Puffer,” and he wrote on further, saying, “she says she knows you, Ed, says you are always serious but amusing for all that.” Charles Huntley received a telegram from Ed Sawyer that day, saying, “Congratulations, awfully kind of you to think of me, but I leave for an ex- tended trip to Africa today.” 12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Mamma (during a thunderstorm)— “Now, Ruth, I shall have to go down and take care of the baby, but you must not be afraid, for remember, God is here and will take care of you.” Ruth (calling down the stairs five minutes later)—“You come up here, mamma, and stay with God, and I will come down and stay with the baby.” You can ride your horseto water, But you cannot make him drink; You can ride your little pony But you cannot make him think. “You’ll find it is no snap to learn To ride a bike,” he grumbled. “I didn’t catch his meaning then, But later on I tumbled.” Keith—“Was the play tragic, last night ?” Wood—“Awfully. Even the seats were in tiers.” SOLILOQUY. My feet they flop me round the house; They dump me down the stair; I only have to steer them, And they spill me anywhere. They are telling of a certain wag, who hearing that Rudyard Kipling received pay at the rate of a shilling a word for his stories, sent him a shilling and asked for a word. Mr. Kipling replied, “Thanks ! ” Willie—“Pa, what kind of plants are widow’s weeds’ ? ” Papa—“Oh ! a sort of mourning glory, in most cases.” Old man (dictating indignant letter)— “Sir, my stenographer being a lady can- not take down what I think of you ; I, being a gentleman, cannot think it, but you, being neither, can easily read my thoughts.” AND THEY ALL KAN IN. “You’ll get run in,” said the pedes- trian to a cyclist without a light. “You’ll get run into,” responded the rider, who knocked the other down. “You’ll get run in, too,” said a police- man, standing nearby. Just then another cyclist came along without a light, so the policeman had to run in two. “Mamma,” said Willie, from the depths of the bath tub, “you’d better get me a new sponge. This one leaks awfully.” LATIN. All the people dead who wrote it, All the people dead who spoke it, All the people dead who learn it, Blessed death, they surely earn it. “Should you be much put kout if I kissed you ! ” he inquired. “No, but you would be, mighty quick,” answered her father from the head of the stairs. One morning in the garden bed The onion and the carrot said Unto the parsley group, “Oh, when shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, hail or rain ? ” “Alas,” replied in tones of pain, The parsley, “In the soup.” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Quiz—“How can you take the greater from the less ?” Ans.—“Take the conceit from a freshman.” Take care, young lacl, take care, When thou talkest to a maid so fair, That thou approachest not too near her hair, For lo! a rat cloth lie concealed there. “What answer did the quartermaster make to the charge that he fed the army for an entire week on nothing but saw- dust ? ” “Why, he said that he always under- stood that sawdust was very fine board.” “Evolution,” quoth the monkey, “Makes all mankind our kin, There’s no chance at all about it, Tails we lose, heads they win. “A sociable man is one who, when he has ten minutes to spare, goes and bothers somebody who hasn’t.” In Cupid’s game of darts and hearts Of blisses and of kisses ; It takes a miss to make a hit And when she hits she Mrs. Teacher (in history class)—“Now, Johnny, you may tell me the result of the battle of Princeton.” Johnny—“Twenty to ten in favor of Yale.” HIS OBJECT. “I fear you are forgetting me,” She said in tones polite. “I am, indeed, for-getting you, That’s why I came tonight.” Teacher—“Have you looked over your lesson today ?■• Bright Pupil—“No, but I’ve over- looked it. When Tom and Mary went sailing, One thing she did deplore,— He was such a bashful creature And only hugged the shore. After all, there are but two really bad things about cigarette smoking ; one is the cigarette and the other is the fellow who smokes it. Teacher—“Johnny, repeat this after me, ‘Moses was an austere man, and made an atonement for the sins of his people.” Johnny—“Moses was an oysterman and made ointment for the shins of his people.’ ” I rose with great alacrity To offer her my seat ; ’Twas a question whether she or I Should stand upon my feet. Pat—“Mike Murphy, I’m the luckiest man ye iver saw. Oi fell off a sixty-foot ladder, yesterday.” M. M.—“Och, ye’s lucky ! And phawt saved ye ?” Pat—“O shure, I fell off the bottom round.” Exchanges. 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Among those which deserve especial notice are “Dorothy,” “A Bachelor’s Story,” “Old Prex and Marm Prex,” and “Katherine’s Surrender.” The “Racquet” is a very neat and well arranged paper. It comes to us this month in a very bright cover of red and green. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 4 SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. Count Louis de Grasse, a Parisian society favorite and an inveterate duelist, meets the Lady Irene Millington, daughter of the Earl of Chester, at Lous XVI’S grand masquerade and falls in love with her. Later in the evening he inveigles Sir Anthony Millington, Irene’s cousin and suitor, who has previously spoiled his tete a tete with her, into a duel in the card room of the palace, which is interrupted by the arrival of the king. CHAPTER III. THE CHASE OF THE DEVIL. The slanting rays of the setting sun yellowed the dreary snow of the plains and patched the highlands of the Hudson with ink and gold. It was the end of a lonely winter’s day; for nine hours light and shade had drearily alter- nated over the dormers and gables of Albany. On the west side out on the Schenectady road the spirits of some thousand men had risen and fallen all day as the fickle rays from the far-off tropics stenciled their tents and huts upon the frosty plain and pictured them against the rugged beauty of the High- lands or lost in a dark gray cloud, cast a shadow of desolation, of gloom, of despair, almost of death, over the camp. Some quarter-mile farther on, from a huge stone house, one of those residen- tial forts with which the Dutch had punctuated New York, the graceful folds of a starred and striped Amer- ican flag were caressingly lighted by these same departing beams. In the second story of this house, in the library, under this flag, a man was striding bick and forth displaying all the insignia of a major general of the Continental Congress. He was in the prime of life, long-legged, straight and strong, with a brilliant cast of feat- ures. It was the Marquis de Lafayette, the firm friend of the lion-hearted Vir- ginian who commanded the American forces. And it was this friendship which had brought him to Albany and was at the bottom of that inscrutable wrinkle in his brow and this nervous pacing of the floor. For Gates, after his recent capture of Burgoyne, had be- come the popular idol and his friends, a ring of plotters, the notorious “Conway Cabal,” encouraged by his successes, while intriguing for his appointment to the chief command over Washington, had secured the control of a tem- porary “ Board of Strategy,” and, foreseeing the advantage of sepa- rating the American patriot from the support and council which his quick witted French ally could well give him, had schemed a winter expedi- tion against Quebec, and had tendered to Lafayette the honor of lead in S it- He had suspected their designs, but had accepted at Washington’s advice, and here he was. Out of the 3,000 men promised him, barely 1,000 could be counted. Stark, who was to have de- stroyed the British ships at St. Johns idly awaited his orders. Provisions and equipment were needed everywhere; discipline was relaxed; all was confu- sion. That no campaign had ever really been planned was perfectly evi- dent. No wonder Lafayette’s frown deepened and he paced monotonously on. The only thing which saved his shoe leather from complete annihilation was the entrance of his orderly, who announced : — “Captain John French.” SOMKRVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. IS A young man entered clad in the garb of an American scout. 11 is height was medium, his step was light, his pose was straight, his face was magnetic. His jaw was covered with a straggly brown beard, and the rest of his features were bronz d by exposure. His mouth and eyes were firm when not wreathed in an impenetrable smile. The marquis turned to his visitor, bowed and started to address him, stared, checked himself, looked puzzled and began again, “Captain French—” The young man smiled. The marquis leaped toward him and grasped his hand,— “Shade of Caesar! Louis de Grasse!” he exclaimed, “how in the—?” “I am honored. I stand face to face with the hero of Brandywine—and the king’s masquerade,” Louis added. “You were always up to some child’s trick, Lafayette. Here you are, a Yankee general.” “And you are the most notorious scout of the northern army,” the mar- quis retorted. “But I have not seen you since the masquerade. The king will never forgive you, lad, for subject- ing his sensitive eyes to such a brutal scene. He claims to the court that you have disgraced him forever. But the girls have not forgotten you yet. They love you all the more, so never mind. They never hated us,— you and I,—eh, lad? he added. They fell to reminiscencing, these two Parisian beaux. They talked of sunny Cevennesand bleak Auvergne, of home and country, and embraced each other again and again. Finally Lafay- ette became aggressive:— “After you fell into royal disfavor and retired to Cevennesyou suddenly left to join your father in the French Indies— as you said. How did you ever get to be Capt. John French, the terror of the Canadian frontier, a veteran of two campaigns, well known at head- quarters, even to Washington, who wishes you with him. That is why I sent for you.” “At your service, mon general,” laughed Louis. “Then explain your mad career. Why these woods and mysteries? If you had . stuck to regular service you might have been a general.” “Like yourself!” “Why, lad, you practically captured Burgoyne!” “O shade of mighty Gates take wit- ness! Treason! Treason!” shouted De Grasse. “But that does not make you less the fool. Rumor gives you the name of wizard and makes your wanderings almost uncanny. I know that you have painted Quebec red. I know that the Indians away down on the Susque- hannah know and fear you. What evil spirit called you to such reckless devil- try? I answer for you. It was a woman.” Louis smiled his unfathomable smile. “No, it was a hat,” he said. Then perceiving his friend’s genuine concern, the young count straddled a chair and began,— “I met her at the king’s masquer- ade-” “Who, the hat?” “Before I encountered the Irishman. Her name is Lady Irene Millington.” “His sister?” “His cousin. To be explicit, I kissed her there.” “That was not a startlingly new ex- perience for you ” “That is what made the trouble with the Irishman. Her father promised her to him some years ago. Well, I fell in love with her.” “Before or after you kissed her?” “O come, marquis, that will do. We are not in Paris.” Lafayette took this needed hint,, straightened his face and listened. “She was not in love with Milling- ton. But royal disfavor and my duel with her cousin prevented my approach- ing her openly. She was staying with her elder brother, Jack, and his wife, not far from my estate in Cevennes. After some time, while Jack and the Irishman, both of the British legation, were at Paris on business, we managed to meet secretly, riding out in the coun- try, I accompanied by Jean, she by a trustworthy maid. This continued for several months. Finally I — well—I asked for her permission to negotiate i6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. with her family for a Countess de Grasse. She did not refuse. On the contrary, she asked me to give her a fantastic red chessman which I wore on my sword strap, a bishop with a queer- shaped mitre, a relic of a game with the Dey of Algiers, and promised me to tell me a story tomorrow. She did not give me much reason to doubt the tenor of it. I was sure that I had won her. When she left me—well, it was the masquerade scene repeated for the third or fourth time, and the Irishman saw us, as I afterwards learned. However, she went away, absolutely unsuspicious, murmuring ‘Tomorrow.' “Well, there was no tomorrow, or worse than none. When I arrived at •the Half-mile Crossroads, instead of Irene, Antony Millington awaited me. With a sardonic grin he handed me a packet—my chessman and a perfumed note which read thus:— ‘Monsieur le comte de Grasse: “ ‘Mademoiselle will marry only a gen- tleman. Monsieur will remain with his •chessman. “ ‘Irene Millington.’ ” “At the lower right hand corner was written, —19 It was all algebra and Greek to me. All I knew was Irene’s handwriting and her cold refusal to see me again. Somehow I blamed the Irish man. “‘You shall pay for this,’ I cried. “ ‘The dancing master has danced his jig,’ he answered, ‘the floor is now— ‘“The devil’s,’ I howled. “He merely smiled. I would have given half my estates to fight him then. Rut it was not his game to fight again. “ ‘Coward,’ I hissed. “ ‘Fool,’ he retorted. ‘You have whipped me with the rapier. We fight to nothing but a draw with fists. Sug- gest other weapons and at any time I am at your service.’ “ ‘We shall meet again,’ I asserted. “A few days later I started out to join my father in the Indies. After some time I learned that Jack Millington had assumed the governship of Halifax, and that Antony was in Canada in some royal service or other. I told my father that I was going to make an extended tour in America and might mix in the revolutionary struggles.” “You said it was a hat,” interrupted Lafayette. “It seems to be a woman.” “You know I went to the masquerade as a cardinal. Well, during the even- ing, the Irishman stole my red hai, the one that Richelieu wore. In my oath of vengeance against Millington was a vow to regain that tile. As 1 was say- ing, I embarked for Quebec in a brig laden with a small assignment of sugar. It took but a day to unload, and, as the ship was to sail for Halifax next day, I spent the evening on shore. While casually strolling down the Rue St. Francis, I was thunderstruck to see in a window on the first floor, occupying almost a whole table, the veritable red hat. Insanely I climbed and looked in. Whom do you think I saw ? ”. “The Irishman ? ” asked Lafayette. “Irene,” Louis replied. “When she saw me, she rushed to the window and opened it. ‘O monsieur,' she cried. I tried to bow. ‘Monsieur le comtey you will help me, will you not—for—for old friendship’s sake ?’ she asked. “ ‘I am at your service,’ I replied. “ ‘Jack is governor at Halifax. An- tony commands the garrison here,’ she began. ‘He wants me to marry him,’ she continued, ‘but I never will. He came to Halifax in his despatch boat to take me on a cruise up river. Jack con- sented. When we arrived, he locked me in this room, cut off my outside communication and told me I should not return until I married him. He writes what he pleases to Jack. He threatens dreadfully and I—I am afraid.’ “ ‘You wish to go back now ? ’ I asked. “‘Yes,’ she answered. ‘I should have escaped from here before, but he prac- tically commands the town. I could not get away alone. With you it is different,’ she faltered. “She put a shawl around her shoulders. I dropped to the ground and caught her when she jumped. We made our way to the wharf. The brig was getting in readiness to sail. As we were about to step on board, a man dashed down the road. It was Antony Millington. He looked at me. ‘The dancing master,’ he sneered. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. I • ‘The devil,’ I answered, unmindful of Irene. “He took in the situation at a glance. He held the key, but a dare-devil light shone in his eye. ‘Let us fight for her,’ he said. “‘I am always ready to fight the devil,’ I replied. Rut I turned to Irene. ‘Shall we fight or will you go with him,’ I asked. “‘I can never go with him,’ she answered. “Antony made out two safe conducts for us and gave them to Irene. Then we drew our pistols. His ball knocked off my hat, mine broke his leg. “Alter such a scene, I did not speak to Irene until we reached Halifax, but looked out that she was comfortable. As we sighted the city, I addressed her and she greeted me so warmly that I ventured to hope again, and when we touched the wharf, offered to take her home. “ ‘No, no,’ she cried, ‘you must not meet Jack, you must not. “I was bitter again. ‘Then I go to send for him. Farewell, mademoi- selle,’ I said. “ ‘You do not understand,' she ex- claimed. “‘No,’ I replied, ‘I cannot under- stand. Mademoiselle must remember that I am not a gentleman ; I am only a chessman.’ ‘“And I—what am I?’ she broke off, blushing profusely. I could not see why. “‘Farewell, mademoiselle,’ I re- peated and went away. “I soon sailed for Boston, where I did some engineering for the rebels, and took the name of French. Then I accompanied Arnold’s unsuccessful ex- pedition against Quebec and was cap- tured with Morgan’s Riflemen. A half- breed and myself escaped and would have got away, but for an insane desire of mine to look upon the house which had once imprisoned Irene. By all things funny, there was the hat in the same window, in the same position. Again I climbed and looked in, but it was not mademoiselle this time; it was the Irishman. He saw me and fired his pistol. We were both captured and led before him. “ ‘I knew it would bring you,’ he said. ‘“It seems to be the devil’s luck,’ I answered. “ ‘De Grasse,’ he responded, ‘you are a brave man, but you are in my way too often. I think I will exile you.’ “And he kept his word. He gave us over to the Indians, a tribe of the Six Nations, and I was lost to the world for two years. For a month, they kept us in close and horrible confinement, but the half-breed was an Indian expert and slowly began to win them over. Finally, having cured two chiefs of stomach-ache, I began to pose as a tom- tom. I was soon known as the Great Medicine Man. At this time I learned that a certain Millington had been ap- pointed secret agent to rouse the Indians against the Yankees. Not doubting that this was the Irishman, with vows of revenge doubled by my captivity, I sought him amongst every red-skin tribe from the St. Lawrence to the Susquehannah. I did not find him, but I learned the country thoroughly. At last, at the news of Burgoyne’s in- vasion, I offered my services to General Schuyler. I was afterwards commis- sioned captain, and appointed chief of scouts. I met the Irishman while rid- ing with Arnold at the battle of Sara- toga. We fought with sabres for half an hour between the armies. He gave me this scar on my neck, and I nearly cut off his sword arm. I have not duelled since. ” “My dear boy,” said the astonished marquis, “I sympathize with you You never had another fellow cause you so much trouble, did you ? Nor a woman, either,” he added. “No,” Louis replied, stroking his beard, “I never did.” “After all, that hat you mentioned seems to be a bonnet,” again observed the marquis, smiling. “And there is nothing else to tell me ? ” he asked. “Only this. Through thick or thin, I have never been able to forget Irene for an hour,” replied the young count, gloomily. “Where is she now ? ” asked Lafay- ette “God only knows—and ‘the devil,’ ” added De Grasse. i8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. They had talked far into the night, the candles had burned low and the moon was streaming in at the window. With- out, its silver light was revealing strange doings, and was casting hideous and fantastic shadows of dark forms lurking everywhere. Suddenly, the quick ear of the young scout detected the subdued chorus of coos and hoot owl signals, and recognized the scrape of moccasins upon the crusty snow. His intuition told him the rest. The two brave Frenchmen were cut off and surrounded by a band of raiding Indians. CHAPTER IV.—THE GREAT SPIRIT HAS SPOKEN. “Conway’s Cabal” had not stopped at treachery but had been led straight on to treason and had called the British and the Indians to relieve them of a danger- ous opponent. Louis took in everything at a glance—the isolated headquarters, the inadequate guard, the treacherous snare against his companion’s liberty. “Where are your firearms ? ” he asked. “Downstairs,” responded the marquis. Then stealthy steps and guttural signals were heard from below. “They might as well be in—Philadel- phia,” returned the count. “I would have liked to shoot a red- skin,” ventured Lafayette. “I would rather give an alarm,” an- swered De Grasse. Lafayette’s jaw tightened. “It is too far to shout,” he said. “We fight in a lost cause, De Grasse.” “Can they reach this floor from the outside ? ” asked Louis. “Not without ladders.” “How many passageways within ? ” “Two. At the front and rear.” Louis had entered by the rear stair- case. It was a narrow, winding gallery, where to shoot an arrow, or throw any sort of missile would have been impos- sible. A position at the top was almost impregnable. By tacit consent Louis took charge of affairs. “Defend the rear way, marquis,” he said. “I will stay here. Stand at the head of the stairs and keep cool. They are worse than brigands.” “They are fiends,” rejoined the mar- quis. “Take off your uniform and boots,” he ordered. “And wig?” queried Lafayette. “And wig,” Louis repeated with a smile. “You’ll do,”, he added, as the marquis complied with his directions, and threw his cast-off clothing in the adjoining chamber, “though you don’t look pretty. Now is there anything of value in this house ?” “Nothing—save you and me,” re- sponded the incorrigible marquis. “No money, no documents ? ” Louis pursued. “None,” answered Lafayette. The young count coolly brushed the papers from the table into a heap on the floor. He piled on the pictures from the wall, some chairs, and a light table, and carelessly threw under it all a fast- shortening candle. “The soundless tocsin,” he observed. “Hold out, marquis, if you can till they come from the camp to investigate. Don’t let a redskin by you.” “They will enter only over me,” the marquis replied. “Farewell, Louis.” The two old comrades gripped hands and Lafayette was off. Louis, left alone, threw open a win- dow to emit the smoking alarm ; then entered the bedroom of the marquis and closed the door. This chamber opened into the main front hall through a heavy oak portal. Swinging this ajar, Louis reconnoitered until he assured himself that the wide staircase and large open hall offered no chance of re- sistance, leaving a defender entirely ex- posed to the quick messengers of death that the Indians use with such effect— the dart and poisoned arrow. He re-en- tered and barricaded the door with all the furniture he could get behind it, knowing that his only hope was the en- durance of his' obstruction until the soldiers, alarmed by the smoke, should hurry to the rescue. There was noth- ing to do but wait, and wait he did, with the abandon of a gentleman of leisure whose only care is to pass away the fleeting moments. He strolled about the room and examined the knicknacks. Finally, he hit upon Lafayette’s ton- sorial implements and glanced casually in the mirror. “Jean would say I needed a shave,” he observed, stroking a SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. l9 month’s straggly growth. “Jean would be wrong,” he added. “But since I am about to receive callers, yes, perhaps I will.” And the irrepressible count whitened his face and began to go through operations not unknown to gentlemen of today. As he ruthlessly manipulated his razor to the tune of the cries and shouts downstairs a new plan gradually evolved itself in his active mind. The horrid deed was done and the well-seasoned scout had begun to resemble the Parisian courtier of former days, when the first polite tap sounded at the door. “Monsieur is at present engaged in his toilet,” he apologized. But it takes more than this to frighten a band of American savages. The blows rung in a terrifying chorus, but amidst the confusion Louis detected the regular punches of a battering ram. The hinges began to creak ; the door could not last long. There was but one hope of saving Lafayette, whose capture he did not doubt was the object of this sudden attack. Throwing his deerskin togs under the bed he hastily donned his friend’s breeches, ruffled shirt, buff vest, blue coat and high boots. Then, artistically adjusting his wig and tip- ping his cocked hat over his ear, he bowed into the glass and remarked, “Monsieur le marquis.” Just then the door fell. The count turned to the wild and hideous crowd surging around him, upon whom his sarcasm was no doubt lost, and smil- ingly said, in English, “Gentlemen, I am your prisoner.” But Lafayette was saved, for a signal from the front put an end to the strug- gle at the rear, just as the brave mar- quis coolly whirling his dress sword with terrifying effect, but bleeding from many wounds, was on the point of being pushed down and crushed by sheer force of numbers and utter disregard of life. The relief party from the camp found him lying unconscious across the head of the stairs. When he came to him- self he inaugurated a frantic search for Louis, but the house was in flames. Meanwhile the whole marauding band had hurried their prisoner westward through the woods where, several miles away from Albany, a council was in progress to determine his fate. Tied to a tree some distance off, his car picked out the guttural dialects and followed their deliberations. The majority seemed to desire a bloody sacrifice, but one voice was pleading for his surrender to British authorities. Louis, with a start, recognized the deep bass tones of An- tony Millington. Suddenly, someone approached him and tore away the band- age from his eyes. It was the form and features of his arch enemy, clad in In- dian paraphernalia, his face stained with war paint and his head covered with a tall, feathery crown. Louis smiled de- risively. The embryo redskin stood still. “Tis not the marquis,” he muttered. Then his eyes glared. “It is De Grasse,” he said. “So much the better, I will save you for myself.” He rebound Louis’ face in haste. Then he returned to the weird forms squatting about the flickering watchfire, and stood up to again address the chiefs. At first they demurred, but Riverstream of the Mohawks said, “Listen yet again to the words of the Great Spirit’s son,” for such was Millington styled. His pleading tones vibrated impres- sively. “The Great Spirit reserves the captive for his son to punish. He is an evil spirit in the shape of a paleface. His crimes would stain the hands of the Great Spirit’s children and curse their lives. 11 is sins are as many as the stars in heaven.” All looked unconsciously upward at the clear sky above. A meteor, de- tached from some bright constellation, hissed a fiery course toward a distant point on the horizon. “See,” he cried, “the Great Spirit has spoken.” And Riverstream repeated, “The Great Spirit has spoken.” Then all bowed their heads and mur- mured, “The Great Spirit has spoken.” Louis was led away by two swarthy Indians, and again tied to a tree some quarter-mile from the main body. When his bonds were cut, the fantastically clad Briton alone was in sight. He silently produced two swords, his own and the one captured in Lafayette’s chamber, 20 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. and handed Louis the latter. “En garde, monsieur, he cried in French. “This is to a finish,” answered De Grasse. “So be it,” came the stern response. The moon had not yet set, and its light wierdly shaded the pines and hem- locks and illumined the frosty snow. It was an almost unearthly hour and scene, when the oppressive stillness of the night and woods was broken by the clash of steel. The fight lasted an hour. During this time not a word was spoken. It was too serious a moment for even Louis de Grasse to jest, and in the eye of his enemy shone a steely light he had never seen before, the light of grim determina- tion, the resolution of a man, not the recklessness of a daredevil. First, the Briton took the offensive, then the Frenchman; first one was scratched and then the other. Everywhere thrust followed thrust, and feint met feint un- erringly. Finally Louis braced himself to end the duel which had begun in the Louis XVFs card-room three years before. He had just stood against the most blinding escalade of blows ever aimed at him, and he was waiting for the arm he had almost amputated at Saratoga to tire, but the wrist was still as firm as steel. Louis began to try all the tricks a hundred duels and brawls had taught him. He worked through stroke by stroke all his puzzling combinations, but they were parried at every point. As time wore on his light heart became heavy, and an anxious line creased his forehead. At last he realized that he knew but one more trick; if that failed, he, Louis de Grasse, was beaten,—for the endurance of the Briton was won- derful. This trick was an involved play of many strokes, the last of which was a desperate feint. If Millington di- vined the ruse, De Grasse was a dead man, if not, Millington’s own chances of life were slim. Few fencers ever dared to try it, even in extreme cases, fpr it was a feint of disarming an adver- sary, which left the aggressor’s breast exposed. Louis’ blade slid carefully along upon the Briton’s and Millington felt his rapier almost irresistibly unclasp- ing his fingers. It seemed about to end here as in the card room, but Mil- lington nerved by fear of this, made a wild attempt to disengage, dashing his sword quickly downward. That was what Louis was waiting for. His blade traveled on straight through his enemy’s shoulder. Millington fell bleeding heavily upon the snow. Louis bound his wound as best he could and tried to check the flow of blood. The Briton rose painfully upon his unwounded shoulder. “I guess you have finished me, De Grasse,” he said. “It was a pretty stroke.” “I learned it of the Duc d’ Orleans,” Louis responded. “You fight like a soldier and a gentleman, my lord,” he added. “I had sworn to kill you at sight. I tried my best and failed, but bear wit- ness, count, that all the duels and brawls in which you have never missed your man, did not scare Jack Milling- ton.” Louis’ face became as white as the Albany snow. “Jack Millington!” he cried, “You, Jack Millington ?” “You have killed the governor of Halifax,” answered the Briton. “I have killed her brother!” was Louis’ wild reply. “I—I thought you were the devil.” The wounded man smiled a dry, grim smile. “You were excusable, count,” he said, “I certainly looked satanic.” “I mean your scapegrace cousin, Antony,” Louis corrected. Then he added, “But what reason had you to fight me, Millington?” The Briton’s eyes flashed. “What reason had you to play with my sister’s name?” he gasped. “ Explain yourself,” sternly com- manded the young count. “You made an insulting wager with that baboon, Voltaire, after the mas- querade that you would kiss my sister two dozen times in two months, your barber, Jean, to bear witness,” Milling- ton continued, hoarsely. “And she believed it?” cried Louis. “You certainly made an excellent be- ginning,” almost smiled the Briton. “Besides, Antony said so.” “Antony lied,” responded De Grasse. “And that is why you fought me?” “My cousin also said you attempted SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 21 to carry off Irene from Quebec and he rescued her. It was an adventure I never spoke of to my sister. After that I began to practice sword play to meet you.” Then Louis told the whole story of his dealings with Antony, revealing one by one the doings of that dashing young villain. “Can you swear this to a dying man?” asked the Englishman. Louis quietly repeated his statements. Millington was fast failing from excite- ment and loss of blood, but he said, holding out his hand, “Then we have made a horrible mistake, for Irene loves you.” In a moment he was unconscious. Louis leaned against a tree, his head bowed in thought. Now he understood the mystic letter—most of it all but that algebrais “—19.” It was the letter of a girl whom it hurt more than any- thing else that he should make tun of her at a gaming table. She had loved him all the time, he knew it now, when it was too late. lie raised his head and saw the angry Mohawks approaching him, but he stood motion- less. Capture was certain death, but what did it matter? He had killed her brother. Then another thought aroused him, the thought of Antony Millington. With a regretful glance at the motion- less body of his victim and a glance of defiance backwards toward the pursuing natives, the young count disappeared among the trees. ECHO BRIDGE. RIVERSIDE. Courtesy of C. B. Webster A Co. 22 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 1900. Beware of the examinations ! Snowman thinks chapeau is English as well as French. Wanted—Some means to shut the upper blinds on the school-room win- dows. Apply to any of the boys. The committee on the class motto seem to have temporarily adopted as their maxim, “Haste makes waste.” There is a discussion going on whether sparrows twitter, chirp or sing, all out of all innocent little French sentence. Some scholars evidently thought Ulysses came across some sort of pud- ding when he reached the floating island of Aeolus. Phillips is our expert in nautical mat- ters. Any questions as to how ships can best sail, etc., arc cheerfully an- swered by him. If pictures, like stocks, were regu- lated by supply and demand, what a premium there would be on some scholar's photographs. Recently a small dog swallowed one of the erasers furnished 11s by the city and died in dreadful agony. Hard food and a hard fate. Isn’t it strange what wonders gradua- tion can accomplish as it draws near. Many of the boys’ voices have returned to them after a long absence. We received quite a shock some time ago when so many of the boys had their hair cut at the same time. Did they get “cut rates,” so to speak? The ancient Heroes, if we believe Virgil's and Ovid’s poetry, used to see snakes quite often. This is not surpris- ing considering the amount of wine they carried with them. The class was entertained by Mr. Baxter at his home on Saturday even- ing, May 12, when the class history, poem and prophecies were read. “Bill Nye” Sturtevant’s rendering of the class history was very amusing. Miss Walker sang a soprano solo, Miss Thomas rendered a violin solo and Miss Marshall and Murphy piano solos. Dur- ing the evening President Moore pre- sented Mr. Baxter with a gift in behalf of the class. J90L The Phi Alpha initiation has at last come to a close Heard in physics—“Let’s go and get the scopper coured.” “Cram! Cram! Cram! 'Till the eye grows heavy and dim.” Teacher—“ Surge age. It is what your mother said to you this morning.” Pupil—“Come, get up.” Was it because his hearing is growing poor that Kimpton could not hear the pendulum in the laboratory? It was with sorrow that the members of this class learned of the death of their former classmate, Ernest R. Doyle. Teacher—“Mention another incident of interest connected with Claudius.” Miss Whittaker—“He was killed by his wife.” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 23 “Then he ordered us to snatch the smoke from the shore.” That pupil evidently thought smoke tangible stuff. 1902. We are glad to see our president and vice president back after their absence. Girls, please do not borrow the pos- ters as they may possibly belong to somebody. Teacher (in Latin)—“Where is sumi formed?” Young Hopeful—“Passive, infinitive, active.” “What English word comes from vendo (to sell)?” “Vendor.” “What is a vendor?” “A sell.” The first annual banquet of the Kappa Phi Eta Society was held Tues- day evening, April 24, at the Parker House After dinner an enjoyable evening was spent and at a late hour the club adjourned. Some bright translations :— The soldiers stoned Clearchus and the rest of the baggage animals. Publius Crassus wintered among the oceans. The storm was so heavy that the sol- diers could no longer remain in tneir skins. The Theta Delta Sigma Society of this class played a game of basket ball with the Sigma Delta, a Harvard fresh- man society, and were beaten by a score of 7-6. The game was played in the Ileminway Gymnasium and there were no spectators. These inter-class ball contests grow so very exciting sometimes that it is hard to distinguish where lies the differ- ence between them and amateur foot- ball. The 02 boys are especially inter- ested in base ball, so much so, indeed, that at least six boys have been seen playing during a heavy rain. 1903. Lost—A valuable piece of leather from someone’s (soul) sole ; same can be had by applying to floor near desk 41. No questions asked nor reward re- quested. Several girls from the class enjoyed a pleasant bicycle trip to Waverly Oaks during vacation. We are all very glad to welcome Stevens back again, and trust he will be able to continue his course with us. It is a sad fact that our good looks fade as age advances. Marshall told us in the history lesson that Cleopatra was too old to charm Octavius. A boy in the second division says that Thoreau and his brother traveled on the Merrimac and Concord Rivers in a week. Evidently this must be a new kind of boat. According to Miss L., when Cleopa- tra sailed up the Cyndus to meet Antony she was dressed as Vesuvius. It must have been a fiery costume; in fact, so much so that Antony’s heart was set aflame. We are all very sorry indeed to have Miss Purcell depart from us; by her tact and kindness she won the hearts of the pupils. And as she begins her career as a teacher we wish her every success. Resolutions. Resolutions adopted by the class of 1901, Latin School. Whereas, It has pleased our Heavenly Father to remove from us our beloved classmate, Ernest R. Doyle, and, Whereas, We, the members of the class of 1901, Latin School, are deeply afflicted by the loss of our highly es- teemed and beloved friend; therefore be it Resolved, That the class of 1901 hereby express to his bereaved family their great sorrow and assure them of their most heartfelt sympathy. Be it further Resolved, That a copy of these resolu- tions be sent to his bereaved family and also spread upon the records of the class of 1901. Signed, Pres. Chester Holbrook Brown. Sec. I xa G. Thompson. 24 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 1900. Instructor—“Whoever is absent, say so quickly ! ” We have not heard much lately about the senior baseball game. Covcney wonders how you could re- store anything without restoration. “Will you exchange pictures with me?” The watchword of the day. The picture craze is in the stage of its highest development at present. Room 29 is pleased to welcome back to school again, the many absentees. We are told in civil government that an insane hospital is an asylum that has gone crazy. One more short month and the class of 1900 will join the ranks of the alumni. Speaking of chemical symbols—T. D. must be the chemical symbol for a clay pipe. A good motto for the class, judging from the class meetings, “Don’t all speak at once ” In civics—“There are plenty of old maids in Massachusetts; girls, make hay while the sun shines.” We are all glad to see Miss Winship back again, although she is “slightly changed.” The senior basket ball team added another victory to its list by again defeating Medford 10 to 3. It is a question in the minds of several whether the 17th of June procession is a masque, a pageant, or what ? The executive committee have been instructed to represent the class in dis- cussing the soiree problem with our senior friends of the Latin School. Another year has nearly passed and the class of 1900 is about to graduate. When in years to come, they look back upon high school days, they will re- member how, for four years, they cherished the hope of a bicycle room. Juniors, we wish you better luck ! 1901. The junior boys are doing great work in the athletic field. A very fitting close of the year’s English work—Paradise Lost. At the mock trial the other night, Ames showed that he was in his ele- ment. All praise to our class editor. The bluff he has been putting up is really sublime. The shorthand pupils found it very hard to write their recent letters to their friends in Natick and Springfield. We are told that the girls worry over their studies. Is that the reason they get better marks ? Let’s all worry. We juniors wonder if we were as small when we first became members of this school as are the present P'reshmen. Class dues are still behind. There is only a short time to even up things, in order to enable the class to start sue- SOMKRVILL1 : HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 25 cessfully its senior year. The usual graduating class customs can be carried out much more easily if these clues are paid on time. After the pupil went over backward in the physiology class, he came to the conclusion that there was something about bis body that needed attention. If tlie seniors would let us plant their ivy for them, perhaps it would grow. Everything we have undertaken has prospered. Our class has charge of the decora- tions this year for the seniors' gradua- tion. Let us try to excel the work of all predecessors. The pupils who enter the senior class next year on trial, will not find it half as comical as the interesting mock trial given recently. The gushes of oratory in the hall grow better and better as the year draws near its close. This speaks well for both the pupils and the teacher. When the teacher tells you not to speak before you think, and in the same breath tells you not to keep the class waiting, what are you going to do? Answer: say promptly, “I don’t know ” 1902. What a mountain of trouble over that little matter of class caps! It is rumored that Mason had to take ether at his last tonsorial operation. The report of a recent committee— “It is not expedient for this class to give a dance this year.” A fastidious and over-particular mem- ber of our class thinks that this school should be provided with screens. What remarkably weak lungs and voices some members of II. Latin A have ! When it comes to sight work, the pupils of a certain Latin division dis- play a vivid imagination, that will win them fame in the future. We have been very much edified in hearing “Mr. Odiorne’s Curtain-String Lectures, or Knot-Tying for Amateurs,” with practical object lessons, daily at recess during the past month. In a few weeks the question of the exact number of school days left will take the place of the 20th century con- troversy and the class cap discussion during the daily arguments at recess. This inscription was found on the cover of a geometry note-book : If there should be another flood Unto this book I’d quickly fly, For although hills and trees were wet Geometry would still be dry. 1903. “We are all cuckoos,” declares Miss F—. “When Caesar was assembled they stabbed him.” That wisdom wins success is not the case with I. History K. During a recent history recitation 20 “ands” were used in less than five min utes. We should all be proud of the basket ball team They have proved to be the champions of the S. K. II. S. If the sophomores had had their class caps May 9, they would have been appropriate for the A. O. II. parade. Heard in Div K.—“The dog-star is the sun.” How long has the sun been a star? “What makes you spend your time so freely?” “Because it’s the only thing I have to spend.” Found.—A collar button with a bent neck. Owner may have the same by proving property and paying $1 for the finder’s trouble. In behalf of our class we hereby chal- lenge the freshman class of the Latin School to a game of base ball, to be played on some future date. 26 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Mock Trial. To The Weather Man. “In faith, ‘twas strange, ‘twas passing strange!” Such would have been the immortal Shakespeare’s comment if he had chanced into Unitarian Hall on the evening of May 9. Then hon- ored graduates beacme jovial judges, pretty typewriters,and queerly-costumed officers of the law, then meek seniors, were transformed into fierce and dash- ish cowboys, and all the respectable sober-going English High School mem- bers blossomed out as characters in a Texas court. The well known “Um- brella Case” was presented, with many appreciated local hits. The affair was the successful work of the so-called English High School Associates, being managed by E. D. Foster, ’99, assisted by C. R. Foster, ’01, G. Howard Allen, ’oi, and C. Arthur Shaw, ’99. The stage manager was Dr. F. H. Clock of Arlington, who coached the Phi Sigma boys. All the characters were so well taken that indi- vidual mention is impossible, the whole program being one of uninterrupted merriment. As ushers were the Misses Helen Waldron, Ethel Twycross, Marguerite Foote, Gertrude Bacon, Jeannette Daw- son and Florence Keeler. The evening closed with a Duck Party, which was noteworthy on account of the conspicu- ous absence of that cool material. The floor was in charge of Harold K. Thomas, '99, with Messrs. Shaw, Allen and C. R. Foster as aids. The Rainy Day. [AS SEEN BY SOME BUDDING LONGFELLOW. The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The boy still clings to his downy nest, While nears the time to cease his rest, For school; but it's dark and dreary. His life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; And still he clings to his trundle bed, And yet the tire-bell hasn’t said, ‘•No school: ” and it is dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart, and cease repining: Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all; Get up, and get ready to go to school; You may hear the bell some day, dearie. The Last Snowflakes. Our hearts are rejoicing, The spring-time is here, The robins are coming, And jlowers, so dear. What! snowflakes are falling? ’Tis winter? Ah, no! They only are greeting The snowdrops below! May H. Baker, L. H. S., 1903. Somerville Relay Team Defeats Malden. Cambridge High and Latin withdrew its consent to oppose our school in a relay race at the annual meet at Tufts, on May 12, and Malden High School was substituted. They brought out a team, which would have been a winner against any but our fast runners. Our team won the half mile race in 1 minute, 40 seconds. Malden drew the pole. Eaton ran away from his man by about 30 yards. Cummings and Noble widened the gap to 40. Jennings had an easy thing to win and did not exert himself to increase the lead. It was pleasing to note the finished style in which our boys ran—the result of careful training. THE GREAT UMBRELLA CASE. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 27 Basket Ball. S. E. H. S., 1900,10; M. H. S., 1900, 3. After two friendly practice games, in which Somerville came out winner, the team representing Medford’s basket ball lined up against our English High seniors in a match game in Bacon Hall, May 11. It was well played, and strongly appealed to the interested spectators. Somerville won by the score of 10 to 3, but her plucky opponents deserve a word of praise. Their guard work was remarkable, while, for the English High, good center play and fancy goal- throwing was in evidence. S. E. H. S., '03,10; C. H. S., '03, 10. May 15 saw the juvenile freshman team on its way to Cambridge, where the gymnasium became the center of a closely fought game. Goal was matched by goal until the score stood 9 to 10 against Somerville. At the call- ing of time, both sides fouled, Cam- bridge made nothing, Somerville got her free throw, and the score was tied. A second and final series is now being arranged ; the first, Seniors vs. Soph- omores, to be played off today. The first interclass championship games ended in the following manner: freshmen, first place; seniors, second place; sophomores, third place, and juniors, fourth place. Candidates for the Varsity team have been practicing with the following re- sult. This list is subject to change : Homes—Misses Davis, Beckwith, Crocker and Grady; centers—Misses White, Wheeler, Schnetzer and Cool- baugh; guards—Misses L. Sanborn, Kitchen and Harrison. Baseball.—League Games. Somerville, 24 ; Brookline, 5. The team made its first appearance in the league series at Brookline Com- mon on May 11. No one would sus- pect, by watching the game, that ours was not a team of veterans. It was a walkover. Somerville hit.the ball hard and safely. Brookline, on the contrary, could not find Patch’s curves. In the seventh inning, Brookline took Strick- land out of the box and substituted Smith, who was far less effective. Jones pitched the last two innings, striking out two men. The team fielded fast and sure. SOMKK VILLK. 1 BROOK LINK. ab hh no a e ab hh po a o Hubbard, 2.8 3 O 1 1 i Dexter, 1. .5 1 • 0 0 Patch, pr. . 3 1 3 0 I Quigley, c.5 1 8 3 1 Jones, cf p..7 o 1 1 O ! Marshall,2 3 1 2 2 0 Murphv, s. .2 0 1 1 01 H’nessey.s 3 0 0 2 1 Cassidy, 3. .0 o 3 2 0 1 Delano, cf 3 2 3 0 1 Harts, r cf..3 O 0 0 0 I Cook, r... .4 3 1 0 0 Fisher, 1... .7 2 13 0 0 | Xesbit, 3 .4 0 4 2 0 Farnham, 1.4 0 0 0 0 | Xyhen, 1. .4 0 7 0 2 Tinkham, c. 5 2 s 4 1 | Strick’d, p 3 0 0 o 0 I Smith, p. .1 0 0 0 1 Totals.. .48 14 27 12 2 Totals.. .35 8 27 11 6 Innings . .1 2 3 4 5 0 7 8 9 Somerville High ..1 4 4 0 0 2 4 9 0-24 Brookline High.. ..3 0 O 0 0 1 1 0 0- • 5 Runs made—Hubbard 2, Patch 2, Junes 2, Mur- ?hy 3, Cassidy 2, Harts 4, Fisher 4, Farnham 3, inkhain 2, Quigley, Marshall 2, Delano 2. Two- base hits—Hubbard, Cook. Stolen bases—Hennes- sey, Delano, Hubbard, Patch 3. Jones, Murphy 2, Cassidy, Fisher, Tinkham. Dexter, Quigley, Mar- shall. First base on balls—Patch 2, Murphv , 28 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Cassidy, Harts 4, Farnham 3, Tinkham, Marshall. Struck out—Quigley 4, Marshall, Hennessey, Cook, Nesbit, Nyhen, Smith, Jones, Cassidy 3. Passed balls—Quigley, Tinkham. Wild pitches—Smith 2, Strickland. Hit by pitched balls—Tinkham, Hen- nessey. Time—2h. 20m. Umpire—Baxter. C. H. and L., 3 ; Somerville High, 2. Charles River Park, May 17. It was hard indeed to lose a sure chance for the championship by one run. It was a fine struggle from start to finish being the best baseball played in the league since '97. The game was largely a pitcher’s battle in which Patch took the honors, for although he struck out 11 men to Clarkson’s 14, he gave but two bases on balls to the latter’s 6, and was much steadier. Cambridge went to the bat first, and went out in order after the first man up had been hit by the ball. Somerville went out with two on bases. I11 the second inning the Cambridge batters went down in one, two, three order before Patch’s de- livery. We scored in the second by Hart’s hitting past second base and reaching first safely. He stole second and came in after a long drive to centre field by Cassidy. Cassidy reached sec- ond safely, but was thrown out at third. The game went quickly up to the fifth, only two Cambridge men reaching third. There was no scoring, but Somerville had more men left on bases. C. H. and L. scored its first run in the fifth, when a man reached third and crossed the rubber after a long fly to the field by Sweeney. Somerville scored again in her halt of the fifth after a single by Ilubbard followed by bases on balls to Patch and Jones, and then a high drive to centre field by Fisher. The game was tied in the seventh, when with Clarkson on third. Tinkham let a ball get by him a little. He thought Clarkson was coming in and threw to Patch who was covering home. The ball went wild and into the crowd, thus allowing Clarkson, who had stayed on third, to score. McGirr made the winning run in the eighth. lie was on third when Sweeney hit to Fisher, who touched his bag and threw for the plate to intercept McGirr. Sweeney had very nearly reached first and the ball struck him, carroming off his head. Som- erville made a hard try to win outin the ninth, getting two men to first, who were thrown out on trying to steal second. The decisions were very close. The outfield accepted desperate chances CAPTAIN JONES. without error, covering lots of ground. Cassidy and Fisher handled the ball often in fine form. Murphy did not have an error. Cambridge’s errors did not effect the score. CAMRRIDOK II. I.. | SOMKRVILT.B HIGH. ab bh po a e | ah bh po a e Carr, s...3 11111 TTubbanl,2 4 2 1 1 2 Clarkson. p..r 2 1 2 0| Patch, p . .2 0 0 1 0 Murphy, 2. .4 1 2 1 0 | Jones, cf .. i 0 110 Gallapher.33 1 1 0 01 Flabar. 1.. .3 0 0 10 Parker, If..4 0 1 0 0 1 Murphy,� . 3 0 0 2 0 McGirr, e...3 1 10 3 oi Harts, r.’...4 2 2 0 0 Crawford, r.4 1 1 0 0 | Cassidy, 3. 2 112 0 Sweeney, cf.4 1 0 10 1 Farn’m.lf.4 0 .3 0 0 Roper, 1__3 0 4 0 0 I Tink’m, c-2 0 10 1 l |’Ball...................0 0 0 0 0 Totals...33 8 27 8 i| Totals .25 5 27 0 3 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 29 Innings.............1 234 5 6789 Cambridge H. L.......0 0 0 0 1 0 1 1 0—3 •Somerville High.......0 1 0 0 1 0 0 0 0—2 Two-base hits—Gallagher, McGirr, Cassidy. Stolen bases—Carr, 2; Clarkson, Sweeney, Roper, C. Murphy, .Harts, 2, Tinkham. First base on balls—By Clarkson, Batch, 3, Jones, 2, C. Murphy, by Patch, Gallagher, Roper. Struck out—By Clark- son, Batch, 2, Jones, Fisher, 2, C. Murphy, Harts, 2, Farnham, 4, Tinkham, Ball, by Batch, Carr, Clarkson, Murphy, 3, Barker, 3, McGirr, Crawford, Roper. Passed ball—McGirr. Wild pitch—Clark- son. Hit by pitched ball—By Clarkson, Jones, by Patch, Carr. Umpire—Weeden. Time, lh. 50m. •Batted for Tinkham in ninth. Groton School, 10; S. H. S., 9—April 21. Somerville had Groton School beaten to all appearances when a lucky three- bagger by Sturgis of Groton with three men on bases netted three runs in the ninth inning. Jones was very effective in the box. Patch was given a trial and showed good form. Tufts 2d, 8; S. H. S., 3 April 23. A drizzling rain seemed to take the snap out of our ball tossers in their annual game with the Tufts second nine. They could not hit the ball hard and often enough, but fielded well after once getting into the game. The Tufts men succeeded in hitting safely in the second inning. The game was stopped after five innings because of rain. TUKTS, 2 ml._______I____SOM KKVII.I.K. ab bli po a e | ab bli po a e Canncll, cf..l 0 10 0 | Harts, 2... .3 0 0 1 0 L. Pierce, s. 3 2 n 1 0 | Cassidy. 3.3 13 0 1 Christian, 1.2 17 0 1 j Jones, 1...3 2 3 1 0 Lamb, 2...3 2 2 2 0 I Pipe, r.2 0 10 0 Chase, 3....3 2 0 1 0 | Batch, p.. .2 0 0 3 0 Perkins, p. .2 1 0 1 0 | Goode, cf...2 0 1 0 O Fiske, C....2 0 4 3 01 Fisher, 1..,.2 0 0 0 0 Moores, 1...3 1 0 0 0| Murphy, s..2 2 2 0 1 C. Bierce, r.2 0 1 0 0 1 Tinkham,cl 0 5 11 Totals...21 9 15 8 1| Totals. .20 5 15 6 3 Innings 1 2 3 4 5 Tufts, Second 2 6 0 0 0-8 Somerville High 1 1) 2 0 0-3 Two-base hit—Perkins. Three-base hit—Chris- tian. First base on balls—By Batch, 4; by Perkins, 1. First base on errors-Somerville, 1; Tufts, 1. Left on bases—Tufts, 4, Somerville, 3. Struck out— By Batch, 4; by Perkins, 6. Time—21� . 1 m. Umpires—Stearns and Woodworth. Hyde Park, 15 ; S. H. S., 13—April 24. Even the most inexcusable errors and loose playing all around would not have lost this game, which no doubt went to the Hyde Park aggregation because of the umpire's decision at a critical point. Jones rapped out a pretty two-bagger in the eighth inning which brought in two runs. The ball went several feet inside •of third base and on the ground. The umpire evidently did not see the ball, and after it had been thrown back to the diamond declared it a foul. Our team had the game well in hand up to the sixth. Hyde Park played poor base ball, having more errors than Somer- ville, but making more lucky hits. Jen- nings cracked out a smashing home run and showed the boys how to run bases. Jones showed fine staying powers in the box, pitching strongly in the last two innings. The score : — HYDK I AltK mull. 1 SOMKKVII.I.K HIOH. bli l� o a e 1 bli po a e Manning, 1 2 1 0 0 I Harts, m 2 0 0 1 Uolesw’tliv, 2. .3 1 1 1 1 Cassidy, 3 0 0 2 0 Burnes, p 2 1 3 0 Jones, p 0 1 1 0 Sanborn, 1 3 8 0 «� Hubbard, 2.. .0 3 0 1 Haynes, 3 1 2 1 I Jennings, 1... 1 3 0 0 11. Merrow, c.. 1 s 4 2 1 Bipe, r o 0 0 0 Look wood, s... 1 5 2 0| Fisher, I. c.. .2 10 1 1 E. Merrow, m..O 0 0 1 1 Murphy, s... .1 2 1 2 Gwillin, r 1 1 0 1 i Tinkham, •,...! 8 6 1 | Goode, lb. Totals 14 27 11 9| Totals 7 27 11 6 Innings ..1 •J 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Hyde Bark . .0 2 2 0 3 6 2 0 0-15 Somerville ..0 6 3 0 0 12 1 0—13 Somerville, 5; Tech. '03, 4 April 27. The Technology freshmen were de- feated in a well played game. Tech- nology tied the score by hard batting in the eighth, but our team pulled ahead again in the same inning. Errors by Tech filled the bases but were not directly responsible for runs. Jones pitched well. Somerville, 12; Salem, 10—May 5. It looked like a defeat for sure until the eighth inning, when Captain Jones sent two men in by a three-bagger, which was followed by afusilade of hits. When the inning was over ten runs had been added to Somerville's score. Tinkham was knocked out by a foul tip in the second inning and Fisher caught the rest of the game. Goode went to first but was replaced by Moore, who played a steady game. Hubbard and Jones led at batting. Jones struck out seven men in the last three innings. Score by innings:— 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Somerville..........2 0 0 0 0 0 0 10 0—12 Salem........... 1 0 0 0 2 2 2 3 0-10 Athletic Notes. Go to the Hopkinson game tomorrow. We are fortunate to have a pitcher 30 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. THE STERLING SHOE, FOR MEN AND BOYS. $2.50- all STYLES. SOLD ONLY AT ALL LEATHERS. STERLING SHOE STORES. ONE PRICE. 78 Hanover St. 13 Water St. 14 Spring: Lane. 97 Summer St., BOSTON. of Patch's powers in the freshman class. Knight, ’99, and Turner, ’97, both took firsts in the field events at the Tufts meet. Cummings took second place in the 220-yards dash in the Patriots’ Day races at Concord. Bray, L., ’00, should have entered in the interscholastic tennis tournament. He has a high reputation at the game. Story made two of the four runs which won the Harvard-Yale freshman game and batted in another. He hit safely twice. The team defeated the Central A. A. a second time on May 12. The score was 18 to 8. Goode pitched part of the game. The annual outdoor interscholastic games will be held on Soldiers’ Field, Cambridge, on June 9, under the aus- pices of the H. A. A. The following is the Record’s esti- mate of the Cambridge game: “There was not much to choose between the game put up by each. It was far above the school standard in fielding, the work of both sides being remarkably clean and free from error.” Noble is managing the ball team in place of Armstrong, who resigned on account of lack of time to give to the duties of the position. The baseball team defeated the semi- professional Central A. A. aggrega- tion 11 to 10 at Tufts Campus, May 8. Brookhouse of the ’98 team, and Cuddy were their battery. The team went down an easy victim to a fast team of graduates on Patriots’ Day. Last year's battery, together with fast field work, was too much for our boys. Seven innings resulted in the score, 9 to 1. Newton High School offers very liberal terms for a dual meet with Som- erville High. Our chances of winning would be very good if a few more of the boys would go into track athletics. Second and third places count as well as firsts. We apologize for making public this bit of conversation heard in the grand stand. It was at the Cambridge game : “O see Patch! Isn’t he fine; isn’t he lovely ? ” “He’s so cool.” “They say he can pitch a curve. “O dear ! Can he ? I’d like to see him!” YOUNG ADEN'S STYLES. $3.00 The “MILFORD ” Shoe $3.00 SPECIAL LINES IN OXFORDS FOR SUMMER, 1900. BOSTON STORE, ( 311 Washington St- ( Opp. Old South Church. Hip, Hip, Hurrah ! At last we have him, a Jeweler, fair and square. D. W. SKINNER IS HIS NAME, and he is at 351a nedford St., Gilman Sq. He will fix your Pins, Ladies: Your Watch, Gents. Give him a call, one and all. S. H. WILKINS CO., Wholesale and Retail Dealers In Brighton and Chicago Dressed Beef, Also Pork. Lard, Hams, Tallow, Etc. Nos. 5(5, 58 and 60 F. II. Market, BOSTON. Silver, Burdett Company, Publishers, ANNOUNCE THE By the Marshes of Minas, Chas. G. I). Rohkrts. A volume of fascinating, connected roman- ces of the old Acadian country. Illus. $1.25 Historical Pilgrimages in New England, Edwin M. Bacon. The narrative of Early New England, pict- uresquely told, giving new incidents. 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The “ Novelty ” Suit, with Embroidered Vest of same cloth, $10.00 to $15.00. JOEL GOLDTH WAIT Sc CO. SPITZ BROS. M0RK, 65-69 Summer Street, Boston. Rugs and Carpets, 169 Washington Street, Boston. INSURE J. ALBION BRIGGS CO. Real Estate and Insurance, 17 UKIOS£SQUAJtK, J. Albion Bkiggs, SOMKRVili.k. Telephone, 202.3. Francis M. Wilson £ UNDERTAKER Telephone 144-3. 103 Cross Street. A Ham ” Sandwich, etc. AT THE J DEW DROP INN. ji 61 Day street. CLARENCE A. STEARNS. PEARSON’S— 304 BROADWAY. _ gnMEPyihiiP LADY EMBALMER IN ATTENDANCE. W. A. FRINK, funeral Director, 17 Holland Street, W. Somerville. THE Friend of the Radiator. SllliX ALFRED E. MANN, . — UNDERTAKER — UllUkll 1 HllbU 4 Warren Avenue, Somerville, Mass. Reservation of desks made daily by mail or upon personal application. The School is the MOST MODERN and A. F. CARPENTER, DEALER IN Choice Family Groceries, 522 SOMERVILLE AVENUE, Corner Park Street. HIGHEST GRADED Institution of its icind in America. Its plans and methods are widely but unsuccessfully imitated. Reliable instruction by experienced teacher and assistance in obtaining recognition from the business public are both of inestimable value to young people just entering commercial life, and they can bast be attained by attending a school of RECOGNIZED STANDING. THOMAS LONG COMPANY, 77 Summer Street, Boston. JEWELERS AND SILVERSMITHS, PRIZE CUPS A SPECIALTY. The Shorthand and Typewriting departments are distinct from, but equal in perfection of equipment to the Commercial departments. Pupils of either sex admitted on equal terms. PROSPECTUS POST FREE. Office, No. 608 Washington Street. Hours, 9 a. m till 4 p. m. .7. V. ItLAlSVEEL, Seo'y BRYANT, ..UNDERTAKER.. No. 353 MEDFORD STREET. TELEPHONE 123-2. FRED HALEY, Real Estate, Mortgages and Insurance, ROOM 86, 27 STATE STREET, Telephone, 2363 Boston: B0ST0N, MASS. Overstocked with Pocket Cutlery We are selling some Knlve3 that you ought to see, at prices that ought to Interest you, at F L-U7UVeR St CO.’S, 52 UNION SQUARE. WHEN YOU SEE A GOOD THING, BUY IT. THE REYNOLDS SHOE, 13 BOW STREET, UNION SQUARE, SOMERVILLE, CARRIES JUST WHAT YOU WANT. Men’s French Patent Calf—Evening Dress—Button, Lace or Congress, with Silk Serge Tops $3.50 Men’s Box Call P.a!s, beavv soles, Goodyear Welt • $2.50 to $3.50 Men’s Russet Willow Calf Ral6, heavy soles, Goodyear Welt $2.50 to $3.50 Men’s Waterproof Shoes, either lace or Confess tops •• •••............................$3.00 Men’s Calf Bale, 3 styles, Goodyear Welt, for only....................................$2.00 STAM FED (Tbl6 price cannot be duplicated.) TKADK REYNOLDS TO DATE. MAKK. SHOE BOYS’ AND YOUTHS’ SCHOOL SHOES, Kent on the Market for S1.00 to SI.TO. Also a full line of Women’s, Misses’ and Children’s Footwear. L. BYRON PRICE, MANAGER ALWAYS RELIABLE. Foot Ball and Gymnasium Supplies Our Goods arc calculated to give the utmost comfort and satisfaction in every line of athletics. HORACE PARTRIDGE CO., COR. FRANKLIN AND ARCH STS., BOSTON. The New Freeman Studio. COR. MT. VERNON ST., East Somerville. An up-to-date eetabllehraent and fitted with every modern Improvement; the finest light for groupa Id New England. Permanent portraits In pastel, porcelain and Ivory miniatures; developing ana finishing for amateurs are some of the specialties. Clas rates are made to scholars of all classes and all schools, and all checks by whoever issued will be ac- cepted at this studio. LAMS0N HUBBARD, MANUFACTURERS OF Fine Silk, Stiff, ...LADIES' FURS... 90 to 94 Bedford St., . lf Cor. Kingston. BOStOIl, MaSS. DANA W. BENNETT 00, ITnsurance 82 Water Street, Boston. Telephone, Boston 1755. RESIDENCE, 41 PUTNAM STREET Wellington-Wild Coal Co. Anthracite G0AL Bituminous Successors to Horatio Wellington Co. and B. F. Wild Co. Branch Yards and Offices: Wharves : General Office : 226 Main Street, Charlestown. Craigie’s Bridge, E. Cambridge. 511 Main Street, Charlestown. 149 Medford Street and Union Square, Somerville. 34 Warren Avenue, BOSTON. Gilman Square, Somerville. Charlestown District, Boston. 7 CENTRAL STREET, rf? HANSONS. . Bakers and Caterers. STORES: 3 Bonalr Street, 218 Pearl Street, 153 Perkins Street, 314 Broadway. Orders for Weddings and Receptions a Specialty............ 4 4 JAMES C. TAYLOR Merchant Tailor. 297 Broadway, Winter Hill, 370 Medford Street, SOMERVILLE, MASS. Ladies’ Garments'made, repaired and altered. Particular attention given to Dyeing, Cleans- ing and Repairing Clothes. High School Trade Solicited. School Water Colors In Boxes and Tubes. MATHEMATICAL INSTRUMENTS —AND— ARTISTS’ MATERIALS MANUFACTURED BY WADSWORTH, HOWLAND CO., (Incorporated.) 82 and 84 Washington St., Boston. All Kinds of «J «J . . PICTURES . . Artistically Framed. THE SPRAGUE HATHAWAY CO., West Somerville. Home Made Candies £ Always Fresh. At Popular Prices. Original Varieties Added Continually. A large line of Chocolates 20c. to 60c. per lb. Home Bakery—Fine Home Made Bread. A nice line of Cakes, Cookies, etc. All goods made on the premises. Ice Cream always on hand. Parties Supplied. Orders delivered. Miller's Candy Kitchen, J GILMAN SQUARE. Henry D. Padelford APOTHECARY Cor. Pearl and Marshalli Streets, Winter Hill Station. PADELFORD'S ALMOND LOTION. North Packing and Provision Co. L. Herbert Huntley Wholesale and Retail Dealer In Butter, Cheese, Eggs, Poultry, Vegetables and Provisions. 8 itlackatone Market and 84 Blacktttone Market. Telephone Hnymarkct 782 BOSTON. CHAMPION SCHOOL TEAMS TO PLAY JUNE IT Somerville High and Boston Latin School Nines Have Won Laurels in Their Respective Leagues and Now They Will Battle for Supremacy. ! Bennett. Manager. Hodgdon. left field. Lewis, centre field. Gaytons. Coach. Tift, 3b. Maloney, s. s. Jones, captain and pitcher. Harts, 2b. Fisher, lo. Moore, right held. Graham, catcher. Eaton, s. s. What promises to be the most Interest- ing school game of the season will l e played on Tufts Oval on June 17 between Somerville High and Boston I atin schools. The game is to decide the school cham- pionship. Boston Latin has won the cham- pionship of the Preparatory League, and Somerville High the championship of the Interscholaatlv League. Both schools have especially strong earns and much interest has been aroused ay the coming game. Lest year bothHenms were in the same oaguo. but with the formation of the Preparatory League. Latin School joined it, while Somerville remained In the old league. Both schools have clean records in their league games. Neither team suffered dc- i feat, and the game. Monday promises to be one of the hardest-fought school games ever played In the school leagues. While nothing definite has been ar- ranged in regard to the championship be-j tween the different leagues. Somerville j and Boston Latin are. conceded to be thc ; two strongest teams. In the games played with' outside schools, both teams have played well. ■ and have won the majority of their, games. Somerville in particular has had the most successful baseball season in I i the history of the school. ! In the league series the tc.m won five! i straight games, and in the sixth game won from Cambridge Manual Training ( School by forfeit. During the season} they defeated St. Mark's. Hyde Park, , Westport Seminary of Maine and the | Edward Little High School of Maine, the latter team being chumplons of the Maine Interscholostic League. Latin School also has a very strong i team and numbers among its victories • one over the Harvard freshmen. The game will be called at 2:30. Jone and Graham for Somerville and Whi and McGrath for Boston Latin will the batteries. RADIATOR STAFF. 1899-1900. THE Somerville High School Radiator. LATIN SCHOOL. ENGLISH SCHOOL. Vol. IX. Somerville, Massachusetts, June, 1900. No. 9 The Radiator Is published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year. Only important news matter can be received after the 10th of the month- Matter for insertion may be left with any of the editorial stall or be mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign the full name and address (this is for reference only). Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. To insure its return manuscript must be acconr pan led by the necessary postage. TERMS, 75 CENTS PER YEAR. SINGLE COPIES. 10 CENTS. | Entered at Boston Postoflice as second class matter.] SOMERVILLE CITIZEN PRESS. STAFF OF THE RADIATOR. EDITOR IN CHIEF. LIN WOOD E. SNOWMAN, L. II. S., 1900. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. RUTH TUFTS, K. II. S., 1U00. EXCHANGE EDITOR. LILLIAN J. STEARNS, L. II. S., 1900. BUSINESS MANAGER. HERBERT M. HALE, E. II. S., 1900. ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER. JOHN C. HAARTZ, L. II. S., IDOL TREASURER. LESLIE R. GRANT, K. II. S., 1900. CLASS EDITORS. LATIN SCHOOL. LOUIS C. DOYLE, 1900. HELEN E. TRUE, '01. ARTHUR D. WHITMAN, ’02. WILLIAM JENNINGS, 03. ENGLISH SCHOOL. HARRY A. STONE, 1900. FREDERIC E. MOORE, 01. H. DELANO LORING, 02. LOUIS G. KEYES,'03. SPORTING EDITOR. FRANKLIN F. PHILLIPS, JR., L. II. S., 1900. STAFF ARTIST. WILLIAM D. EATON, E. H. S., 1901. JUNE, the month of brides and sweet girl graduates, draws onward to its green and flowery close, and with it brings our parting lines and paragraphs of fond farewell. Never were the zephyrs softer or the dark i� ight winds so fresh and cool. Never was the hill so verdant, the grass so green, the tulips so bright. Never did the cracked and weatherbeaten concrete walks wind so invitingly or the huge black guns frown so protectingly over the classic Mystic waterway. One year we have guided the Radiator on its destined way, through one whole year of aims, essays, struggles and successes by our twin schools. And now “farewell, a long farewell to all our greatness.” To our pipe and drooping shaded lamp, our gem strewn desk and teeming basket we bid a sad good-bye, and with hopes that the Radiator may mean to all what it has meant to us, that as the years roll on it may grow in sphere and influence like the cause it champions, we relinquish its control as the ribbon- tied diploma severs our tangible connec- tion with our first Alma Mater, the Somerville High School. 6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. BASKET ball, we hope, is an estab- lished feature of the Somerville Latin and High Schools. It was only a few months ago that Clarendon Hall first shook with the tread of green and inexperienced girls and reverberated with the bounding of a new red pigskin. Now, at Bacon Hall, the basketball ren- dezvous. are seen on different practice afternoons eight organized and uni- formed teams, and on days of rival con- test are gathered expectant spectators from all over the city. In one season associations have been organized, class teams have repeatedly competed, and a close but friendly varsity game has been played off between the two schools. Outside ourselves we have en- gaged with such towns as Cambridge, Medford and Belmont, generally with successful results. Another year of such progress will place Somerville on a basket ball pedestal unclimbed but by few. The interest of the girls has flagged but little, and their support is as strong and hearty as it was in the be- ginning. Everything seems to point to a grand and growing future for basket ball. It is a good thing; help it along everyone! WE leave the destinies of the Radi- ator and the championship against the curfew ordinance to the following duly elected staff for Vol. X. : Carlton R. Foster, E., 1901, editor-in- chief; Gertrude F. Vinton, L., 1901, associate editor; William D. Eaton, E., 1931, sporting editor; John C. Haartz, L., 1901, business manager; H. Delano Loring, E., 1902, assistant business manager; Chester Holbrook Brown, L, 1901, treasurer. THE art developments of the Radia- tor during Volume IX. have drawn favorable comments from every quarter. Our contributions to the genius of periodical illustrating in the line of covers, department designs and posters have been credited with a high standard of cleverness and artistic exe- cution by many competent critics. Outside the work of our regular staff artist we are deeply indebted for covers, posters, etc., among others, to Miss Jeannette A Dawson, E., 1901, A. D. Whitman, L., 1902, and Mr. Harry L. Jones. Mr. Jones’ assistance in every way throughout the year has been in- valuable, and we extend to him our grateful thanks for his kind and numer- ous favors. His latest contribution, the current cover design, we place in a window by itself in the June display of commencement dresses by the amateur magazine makers. ANOTHER, still another farewell must be taken before we go, a farewell extending from the Great Lakes to the Gulf, from the Atlantic to the Pacific seaboard. We now close our pleasant relationship with our con- temporaries, the scholaristic exchanges, in deep regret. Their solid columns have given us inestimable criticism, in- struction and help, and their brighter pages have furnished 11s with lengthy paragraphs of jokes. On the quiet, the general criticism of high school papers pronounces the Radiator to be quite the thing. May the Radiator never disillusionize its dear exchanges! IN justice to both photographers we wish to say that our cuts of the graduating classes and basket ball teams were made from unfinished proofs, press of time not allowing us to wait for the retouched picture. Delay in sitting prevented the photographs of the base ball and relay teams from appearing this month. IT takes the largest Radiator ever issued, 52 full pages and five half- tone cuts, for us to say goodbye. Not so bad ! pONGRATULATIONS and thanks to Eaton and Kanaly for the cap- ture by Somerville of seven points in the Outdoor Games. BENJ. F. FREEMAN, the Broadway photographer, has been this year one of the truest and readiest friends of the Radiator. NEXT week, graduation, soiree, Harvard and Tech exams. Good luck to you in each and all! SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 7 SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. Count Louis de Grasse, a Parisian society favorite and an inveterate duellist, meets the Lady Irene Millington, daughter of the Earl of Chester, at Louis XVT’s grand masquerade and falls in love with her. Later in the evening he inveigles Sir Antony Millington, Irene's cousin and suitor� who has previously spoiled his tete-a-tete with her, into a duel in the card-room of the palace: this is interrupted by the arrival of the king. On the event of royal displeasure the story suddenly shifts to America and takes the young count through a series of apalling adventures culminating in the death of Jack Millington. Irene's brother, at his hands through a fatal misunderstanding. CHAPTER V.—EE BONNET ROUGE. All this might have happened and more, but for the untimely and unac- countable chicken-heartedness of the red hat. “Gentlemen, the king!” Let these three words conjure back the wainscotted walls, the fantastic frescoes and the hazy atmosphere of Louis XVI.’s smoking room and the parti-colored masqueraders huddling round. “Gentlemen, the king! The Cardinal of the Rhone had spoken, and his sharp, incisive tones seemed to part the aromatic vapor and to cut clean paths through the dreamy scented fumes, driving them hither and thither in frightened curls. The great cressets flickered wildly, the myriads of candles excitedly sputtered and the eyebrows of the carved bacchantes rose in horror. The very pipes and dice as- sumed positions of terrified attention. It was a motley array of shamefaced men that knelt to salute the fool-clad sovereign. Oriental turban shone be- side papal cowl and aristocratic plum- ing gently brushed bourgeois cap and bonnet, while chivalric tights affection- ately rubbed against the leathern breeches of peasantry, consoled at last through mutual dread of consequences. Our friend Voltaire was in ecstacies over the delightful buffoonery of the scene; Antony Millington, daredevil though he was, was paralyzed with mute astonish- ment ; Count Louis alone appreciated the exquisite humor of the situation; while Lafayette, the true hearted gen- tleman, eyed his hesitating Majestv with intense displeasure openly mani- fested in his cold, firm gaze. The king was not drunk, of course not, but the combined festivities of a successful Parisian masquerade might 8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. naturally, at least muddle any one of the divine-righted Louis, and the Sixteenth was by no means a prodigy. “Happy is the people whose king knows himself,” he rambled. “Happy is the head—” “Your Majesty!” ejaculated the Car- dinal of the Rhone, and his cold- blooded reprimand seemed to conjure up all the fearful terrors of the church. The Cardinal of the Rhone was Louis XVI.’s Richelieu, and in his feeble heart he feared him not a whit less than the thirteenth Louis had dreaded the Iron Duke, and his timely words recalled some sense of dignity to the king’s befuddled brain. By this time De Grasse had rolled down his sleeves, Antony had wiped the blood from his face, and both the white-shirted com- batants were kneeling before His Majesty. The king braced himself with a hard look at the cardinal, then sternly began, “Sirs, what may be the cause of this in- fringement on all the laws of the realm, all the injunctions of the court, the dig- nity of gentlemen, and the respect owed your sovereign?” “A hat, Your Majesty,” ventured Louis. “Pardon, Your Majesty, a kiss,” re- turned the now self-composed and ob- stinate Irishman. These two suggestive answers did not serve to oppress the doubtful king with the extreme gravity of the situation. However, he felt the unrelenting stare of monsieur the cardinal, and continued in a terrible tone:— “Gentlemen, explain!” “Monsieur Millington stole my hat,” asserted the young count. “Please, Your Majesty, the count is ■mistaken,” calmly returned the Irish- man. “I did not steal his hat.” “Monsieur lies,” flashed Louis, quickly facing Millington. “I can but repeat what I said before,” Antony answered, “you are a consum- mate liar.” And all this in the presence of Louis XVI., King of France. The cardinal at last was dumb with horror, but Lafay- ette’s furious indignation blazed up, for it hurt him irreparably to witness the king and France insulted even by his boon companion, De Grasse. “Sire, they are beyond the control of reason or sanity,” he exclaimed con- temptuously. But a strange interruption came just at the right moment to avert conse- quences which ought to have been seri- ous. A sweet voice broke in : — “If it please Your Majesty, Monsieur the Irishman is right, for I stole the hat,” it said. It was mademoiselle. Astonished glances turned toward the door; not the least puzzled was that of Count Louis de Grasse. Jack Millington in the guise of a chevalier had just entered under the drapery, followed by a coterie of curious petites, and beside Jack, was Irene, her sweet, smiling features in striking contrast to the intense faces of the anxious men turned toward her. As she spoke she gracefully advanced and placed the disputed headgear upon the oaken top of a heavy table directly before the king. The king gazed into her bewitching eyes. It was almost too much ; ro- mance had almost conquered justice, the royal doubter was almost pleased. Futilefy he eyed the cardinal. True, this individual was guised as a highway- man, and minus his red top-piece, and doubtless without his panoply a cardi- nal carries but half his weight, yet he was a cardinal, and Louis XVI.’s Riche- lieu. The king turned away to study the solitary red hat on the table. He wished to be pleased, but he dared not. Suddenly his features grew tense, for if he dreaded his own churchly restrictor, he feared still more the ghost of the im- mortal Richelieu, and in the veritable hat before him he felt the spirit of that iron-souled terror. The lurid eyes that took Rochelle were glaring at him through the ruddy felt. Now, if the king was in a dilemma, much more so was the hat. For there was really something supernatural about this disputed hat ; it had a burdensome sense of responsibility and a wonderful insight into the future; besides, in the short time it had been near mademoi- selle it had fallen victim to the charm which bound Louis, Antony and all the SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 9 rest. So, naturally, it stopped to think. It saw Irene, Louis, Jack and Antony in war-racked America, Irene subjected to all the discomforts of Antony’s per- sistent villainy, Louis relentlessly chas- ing Antony up and down the conti- nental wilds, and Jack vainly trying to keep decorum. It beheld the young count an Indian medicine man, it watched him save Lafayette from the redskins, it witnessed his hair-breadth duels with Antony and looked on while in a fatal mistake he killed Jack Milling- ton, Irene’s tall brother. Should all these things happen? Should Irene be condemned to unhappiness, Louis to dis- grace, Jack to death, and itself to trans- portation? No, by all means, no! The hat, which was lying perilously near the edge of the table, mustered all the pent- up energy of the man who had first worn it, squirmed farther out into the tobacco smoke, and ominously fell to the floor. And in that fall Louis XVI. saw the downfall of all restricting monkery. The relieved king laughed, and his laugh re- verberated heartily round and round and echoed merrily again and again. The cressets flamed up confidently, the candles ventured to brighten cheerfully, and the bacchantes relaxed their expres- sions of grim horror. The shaking gam- blers breathed again, and Louis winked a sly wink to Irene. The king had allowed himself to be pleased, but, by all the saints, he did not know what to do about it. His quandary ended as Dc Grasse and the Irishman advanced simultaneously to pick up the fallen hat, both with the same purpose, to present it to Irene. “Not so fast, gentlemen,” smiled the king, now in his proper element. “If you desire it so eagerly, sirs, you shall fight for it.” “Fight!” cried the indignant cardinal, in horrified accents. “ Does Your Majesty forget himself, or are his in- junctions on duelling legislative play? Is not a fist battle in your very presence enough? No, no, they must fight again,” he concluded bitterly. But His Majesty’s joviality was now impregnable. “ Eight ? Did I say fight?” he queried. “Of course not. Let them—let them—” “Let them play for it,” suggested Lafayette. The king gave the marquis a grateful smile and the cardinal a triumphant beam. “Let them play for it,” he com- manded. “Let them play—what shall we let them play?” “Chess,” sarcastically proposed Vol- taire, in whose mind the royal characters of this game held the same ridiculous footing as their kingly, queenly, and bishoply counterparts in real life. “Ah, yes,” was Louis Capet’s ultima- tum. “Let them play chess for it as I suggested.” And play they did, seated grimly at the opposite sides of the central gaming table, the Frenchman against the Irish- man,—with the hues of all the nations standing round, for the king was lazily enjoying himself. Louis de Grasse was a brilliant hand at chess, but Jack Mil- lington was more ; he was an exhaustive student of the game, and once upon a time had tried to teach his daredevil cousin Antony all he knew. Chess was the serious-minded Jack’s one weakness, and Jack was Irene’s only brother. Antony had noticed that his wild pranks had caused him to lose consider- able ground lately with Irene, much more with Jack, and his level-headed cousin’s influence with the old Earl of Chester, and in fact, with all the Mil- lingtons, was undisputed. As Antony analyzed his intense and slightly menac- ing expression as he watched the progress of affairs, he saw that Jack looked upon him as his pupil and under- study, and realized that on the issue of this game was almost—Irene. So he shut his teeth, playing carefully and silently, and he seemed to be winning. On the other hand Count Louis could not get over the delicate humor of the whole situation, and though he played his best, he watched his men with twinkling eyes, and enlivened his moves with sparkling wit that kept the king and all those who stayed because the king stayed, in the best of spirits. At the outset he took from a pocket an Oriental chessman which he always car- ried with him, the souvenir of a hard- 10 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. fought and romantic game with the Dey of Algiers, the same carved bit of ivory which we have shown would have caused him so much trouble had things gone differently. He took this from his pocket, a red churchman with a chapeau-shaped mitre, and set it up on the board in place of a bishop. “A hat for a hat, he laughed. Louis knew Irene was a close observer of the game, and he confidently believed that she wished him to win. He heard •her rippling laugh at all his fanciful sal- ilies, and this nerved him to greater •efforts, but in both directions, conversa- tion and chess—with the unavoidable result. All at once, he realized that 'while pre-eminent in the former, he was «being worsted in the latter, and with .Irene watching him. Antony's grim strategy had cut off too many of his men, and even the red bishop, his lucky piece, was in a dangerous location. For the first time Louis paused to choose his move. Hut his calculating was suddenly disturbed by a noise, more correctly speaking, by music. Someone was humming a song, a plaintive Oriental tune, a tune he had heard before, and though the voice seemed too strangely familiar to be Irene’s, yet careful listen- ing convinced him that it was made- moiselle herself. The puzzled count, gazing dreamily at the board, lost him- self in thought, and mademoiselle hummed on. Louis was carried back to that memorable game in Algiers. The Dey was winning, but when all seemed lost he had worked out a brilliant com- bination. The music ceased, and Louis flashed a half expectant glance at his own and Antony’s men. By all things funny, the situation was the same; in Algiers he had moved the identical bishop on a daring criss-cross and won in three moves. “Play your rook,” whispered the king from behind. Louis smilingly played the bishop. “You have lost your cardinal, Louis, and your hat,” patronizingly observed the king. But the bait had been too much for Antony and he unhesitatingly fell into the fatal trap. Louis played again and Antony after long thought did the best thing he could. Then Louis made the third move. “Mate!” almost sneered the disgusted Jack Millington. “However, it was a good game,” An- tony remarked. “You did as well as could be ex- pected,” replied his cousin, uncompro- misingly. But there is an end to everything, even to Parisian masquerades, and this gayly clad company now began to dis- perse. The king had left and other groups had followed. Jack Millington and Irene were just going through the drapery and Louis was despondently watching them, standing near the door, for since the game Irene had denied him a word or even a smile, yet he was interestedly considering the gracefulness of her exit. Jack was on the other side and Irene had almost disappeared. Louis was strongly tempted to cry “Stop thief!” But the charm of her musical voice restrained him. “Take me to the coach now, Jack,” she commanded. “Tnen see if you can find the maids.” All at once she flashed back at Louis a bewitching and chal- lenging glance. Then the red curtains closed. But Louis returned and wan- dered about the card-room in search of Antony. When he found him he ap- proached and slowly extended his right hand. “Millington,” he said, “I should like to be friends.” Buckingham warmly grasped Riche- lieu’s hand. “But Irene,” Louis explained, “I am in love with her.” “I know it,” responded Antony. “So am I, De Grasse. But let us fight it out on the square.” And hereafter these two arch enemies of a night were keen but friendly rivals. L envoi. Louis had been conceited enough to interpret rightly Irene’s challenging glance and in an increditably short time after his conversation with Antony he found the Millington coach secluded a bit from the chaotic mixture of horses, footmen and heavy-wheeled vehicles in the most spacious court yard of Ver- SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 11 sailles. The coachman having received his mistress had driven out here to make way for the oncoming carriages, and, while waiting for Jack, was dream- ing dreamy dreams on his high box. The window in the door was open and Louis boldly advanced and looked in. Irene was alone. “Good night, mademoiselle,” he said. “Good night, monsieur,” she an- swered. Still he showed no signs of going and she seemed to expect him to stay. “Why did you come way out here ? ” she queried. “Because you—I was looking for a thief”—he smiled. “O! ” she said ; “and that from a Frenchman.” Then silence reigned—silence monot- onously accompanied by the coachman’s nodding snores. “The maids will soon be here,” he complained at last. “The maids,” she laughed. “I sent them home in Antony’s carriage. Antony rides his horse tonight ; he always does when he is angry.” “And Jack ? ” queried Louis. “As for Jack, he won’t dare face me without those poor girls in less than— half an hour,” Irene hurriedly ex- plained. “Yet I envy Antony,” he said. “Why ? ” she asked. “Well, for one thing, he is your cousin, and for another, he said that some day he would be more than a cousin,” brazenly asserted the cheerful count. “Antony sometimes dreams things and thinks they are so,” she answered. “He told me you were married.” “I’m not,” he replied. “Well, at least he said you were en- gaged to Lafayette’s sister.” “Who is a dowager,” he returned. “Antony sometimes says things that he doesn’t dream, and doesn’t even believe are so.” “Don’t you ? ” she asked. “You said once you could dance always with me. Would you rather have been dancing with me than having all that fun with the king and Antony in the card-room. Louis did not reply and they both laughed. The next silence was broken by the humming of a few sweet, plaint- ive Oriental measures. “Where did you learn that tune,” he demanded, almost peremptorily. For answer he held a dainty handker- chief before her face, and then at last the whole mystery was cleared up in the count’s mind. “You are the masked lady with whom I flirted at the Dev’s birthdav fete,” he cried. “I knew from the first I had met you before. You hummed that tune while I checkmated the Dey, and ou hummed it just now to make me eat your cousin,” he confidently asserted. “ How dare you ? I never flirt, ” she interrupted. “Perhaps you didn’t then,” he an- swered. “ Do you remember—? ” “You are worse than Antony,” she said. But Louis had inserted his head well into the window. The redoubtable red hat, badly crushed, fell on the floor. Mademoiselle picked it up. “I think I will keep this intelligent hat,” she said, “for a souvenir.” “But what do I get?” he objected. “ Even Anne of Austria—” “O you have the chessman,” she answered. “It is fortunate you had it with you or you might have been so stupid as to let Antony beat you. He doesn’t know how to play chess. I al- ways beat him.” “You may keep the hat,” he assented. “But, remember, mademoiselle, it is one of the cares of Richelieu’s ghost that Richelieu’s hat must never go out of our family.” Still she did not give it up, and Louis was attempting some of the most diffi- cult feats of the well seasoned circus performer. Outside was presented the strange spectacle of a dangling and headless cardinal’s panoply, barely tip-toed to the mounting block by two shiny boots. What a chance for the enterprising Antony to grasp the dainty feet and haul their owner ridiculously out on the ground! But Antony was gloomily wending a lonely way to Paris. In picking up the hat Irene had moved over to Louis’ side of the car- 12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. riage. The coach tipped rakishly and the silent coachman was sloped skyward like a nodding Pisa. Mademoiselle’s averscncss to flirtations has often been questioned. At any rate, as Louis bent still lower, she softly began to quote poetry : “‘The dullest horse will oft show lire, The hottest will be cool. The fool will often play the friar, The friar will play the fool.’ ” Hut whether or not Count Louis de Grasse was playing the fool is too deep a question for us to discuss. Again it seems to be up to Irene’s intelligent and adventurous red hat. [the end.] Ballab of Bill Buslun. BY SJ. P LUSK Err. Well, speakin’ of new inventions, thet is. such ez run on wheels, These ’lectrics an’ horseless wagons, these safeties an’ automobiles, Can't none of ’em hold a candle ’side er one thet vears ago Wuz made by young Billy Buskin, a chap thet I ust ter know. Fer all hev their Mcctric batt’ries, their steam or their gas an’ such, An’ they break an’ bust so often they seldom amount ter much, An’ Dobbin must leave his stable ter carry ’em home again; But Billy’s wuzn’t dependent on forces so fickle an’ vain. Billy was given ter pokin’ his freckle-daubed nose ail erbout, Pullin' old tickers ter pieces, an' takin’ their inwards out, An’ settin’ up tiny wind-mills an’ mill-wheels in the ditch, Makin such curious engines a’ body ’ud think him a witch! He allcrs wuz quick ter notice, an’ ez he wuz churnin’ one day, An’ pumpin’ the old churn handle an up an’ down sort of way, While inside the thing wuz workin’ like a critter jest possessed. A wonderful idee struck him, an’ he carried it out with zest. Well, he bought Sam Green’s old hay-rick, long over its workin' days ; With hammer an’ saw rebuilt it in a manner to amaze; An’ when the sheebang wuz finished, it looked a tremendous sight, Like Bible picturs of slingers in the days of Israel’s might. He'd set up a monstrous see-saw in the body of the cart Laid up astride of a holler post that held in its inner part A couple ot rods of iron, an' these bein’ joined ter three Rusty but sturdy cog-wheels thet led ter the hub, yer see. Whenever yer worked the see-saw the rods went to an’ fro. An’ then these turned the cog-wheels an’ the hub commenced ter go; An’ since the hub wuz goin’ the whole darn wheel went round, An' the faster went the see-saw, the faster yer covered ground. Bill wuz proud ol his horseless cart, an’ wanted ter run it; so lie come an' asked m' an’ Tom Sanders ter help him ter make it go; We thought him a marv’llous genius, an’, proud thet he'd chose us two, We helped him ter shin Fame's ladder, and ter show what he cud do. Bill wuz eager ter rise up high, an' mighty high, too; but still He warn't much lower'n the angels, fer he lived on Bee-tree Hill, An’ anyone, 'cept a stranger, in Podderwunk- ville must know Thet higher’n the top of Bee-tree Hill it's putty darn hard ter go. Whenever I climb ter the top, I think, “Si Plunkett, I vow, Yer’U never git nearer Heaven than right where yer standin' now,” But the day thet we three sinners rode thet pesky auto,—well, I went putty nigh ter Heaven, but nigher, by far, ter Hell. 1 told yer once before, yer’ll find, by tracin’ back the trail, Thet Billy lived on Bee-tree Hill, an’ theron hangs a tale, SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 3 Fer on one fatal sunny morn we left his father’s yard A-ridin’ on the horseless cart which traveled mighty hard. Wall, Hill an’ Tom wuz on the beam, an’ tried ter see-saw fast. The pesky cart wuz hard to move, but move it did at last: I stood up with the shafts in hand, an’ steered, or tried ter steer, An’ when at length we gained the road, up rose a mighty cheer. Fer all the town wuz out ter see Hill Huskin’s horseless cart. An' Hee-tree Mill wuz lined with folks not more’n ten rod apart: I tell ver ’twuz the biggest crowd I ever seen. I guess There must ’a’ been three dozen there, three dozen more or less. An' ez we moved erlong the line, they all com- menced ter shout, An' jump an’ dance, an’ wave their hands, an’ loss their hats erbout. “Steer toward the village, down the hill, in tones of pride, sez Hill; “I’ll show this town what I kin do.” We started down the hill. Now, Hee-tree Mill is mighty steep, an’ more'11 a mile in length, An’ ez we moved along our way, we gathered speed an’ strength ; An’ faster, faster on, we flew—the crowd wuz wild with glee. Cried Parson Jones, “The chariot, O Lord, of fire, I see ! ” Bimeby we got ter goin’so, the cart commenced ter jump, An’ rock an' sway an’ jounce an’ tip, an’ bounce at ev’ry lump, “Great Scott! cried Tom. I turned eround, and seen thet him an’ Hill Wuz bobbin’ up an' down ez'fast ez shuttles in a mill. “Jumpin’ Jehosaphat!” 1 cried, “this thing will never do!” Bill turned a white, scared face ter me ez heavenward he flew. “If yer know how, ! hollered out; “slack up, fer goodness sakes! ” Sez Bili, ez down agin he come,—“I—1 forgot the brakes.” The sweat stood out upon my brow ez greater grew our speed; I clutched the shafts so desp'rate hard my hands begun ter bleed. Then took another sideways look,—two long, blurred lines showed where Poor Tom an’ Hill with drefful speed were whirrin’ thro’ the air! An ’ez I gazed an awful screech resounded shrill an’ high, A form flew from the blurry mass, an’ risin,' sought the sky! Another frightful shriek, an’ then, ez rockets hissin’ soar. Another form riz toward the stars. I never see ’em more. Hut five miles off in Roostic town they found poor Hill’s remains Drove deep within a water-pipe, an’ stoppin’ up the drains; An’ Tom wuz found in Hoosacville, three miles the other way. They laid ’em in the grave, so cold, ter wait the Judgment Day. An’ ez fer me, I overtook old Deacon Brown, whose meek An’ aged horse refused ter move. I landed on my beak; I'he deacon broke a bone or two: An’ Billy Buskin’s horseless cart wuz crumbled into hash. Wall, such wuz the fate of Hilly, his novel horseless cart. Tom an’ yer humble servant with whom yer now must part: An’ never a noble enterprise met end desarved so ill Ez Billy’s horseless hay-rick on the slopes of Hee-tree Hill. June. Come away with me to the hills And fields and rocks and upland lawns, These million years grown bright with summer dawns. Come away, come away to the hills. Here everything makes music all day long, The leaves and earth and air are filled with song: Helow, with cows knee deep, a reedy pool Under an elm : wide, resting on its way. A wandering brook here spreads itself to cool. Bright bird-wings flash and straw-built nests swing low: The green of meadows brightens day by day; Love, light and life burst forth on every hand ; This is the Junetide flush in sky and land ; These all are messengers to tell us so. C- Ashton R. Sanborn. To the Seniors. A crimson ray of sunset glow. Shines farewell to earth, at eve, A promise fair, of morrow's dawn, As today bows present leave. The picture that this season paints On a ground of youth and power, Is prophecy of future joy, That shall grow from hour to hour. Bkktha Phillips Marvel. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Zbe Elmwoob Basket Ball (Barne. if ARY SEALES SEALES, S. L. S., '03. As Beatrice had just remarked, the little schoolroom at Elmwood did look most attractive after the long sum- mer vacation, and although Joe Spense had, with a stupid yawn, pronounced it an intolerable nuisance to have to settle down to hard work again, she was severely reprimanded by a chorus of voices for daring to suggest such a thing. “An intolerable nuisance, indeed!” said one angry little voice. “Fancy go- ing to school, anywhere, but at Elm- wood. Who would be happy anywhere else? It’s the dearest place in all the world, positively the only place, Joe Spense, and I do wish you would put your hair down your back; it looks simply idiotic in that ridiculous knot.” What little Nell had said was prob- ably true, and a general laugh ensued over what the girls termed the “young- ster’s indignation fits.” But this burst of merriment soon subsided and the girls began to unstrap books and pack them away in their desks, when Beatrice suddenly dropped her cover with a bang, flew out the door and across the lawn, shrieking as she went some incoherent ejaculation of delight. “My dear, it’s Polly,” exclaimed Nell, as she looked out across the green, and there was no need of a second announce- ment of the fact, for in an instant the girls crowded to the door and quickly followed in Joe’s tracks, stumbling and tumbling in their hurry to meet the all- important Polly. That Polly was and always had been the most popular girl at school there was no denying. Iler pleasant, cheery face was always a re- proach to anything but the utmost amia- bility. Perhaps her especial friend, Elsie Pollard, understood her better than any- one else when she said, “Polly is so de- lightfully energetic, she never drops any moments in between ; she even con- trives to pick up the minutes we dawd- lers lose! ” At this moment she was imitating to perfection, Sousa, whom she had seen the night before. She swung her im- aginary baton with the most enlivening gesticulations ; she frowned ; she swayed back and forth on her heels and toes and rolled her great black eyes with contagious animation. Such an exact personification of this worthy musician could not fail to send the girls off into gales of laughter. Just then Nell interrupted them by inquiring after Elsie. “Why, yes, of course,” said all the girls in one breath ; “why is Elsie not with you?” For the first time Polly’s face clouded and she looked truly anxious, as she said, “O yes, girls, I have something to tell you about Elsie.” She gave her books a final push, shut her desk and climbed up on it. Swinging her feet with an unnecessary activity, she said emphatically: “It is just this. Elsie’s brother is married, married! she repeated, as the sound of “ohs and “ahs” and various exclamations reached her ear. “Fur- thermore, Elsie knew absolutely noth- ing about it until last night, when a tel- egram came to the housekeeper saying that Mr. Pollard would bring his bride home tomorrow night. You know how Elsie adores her brother, and that since the death of their mother and father they have been everything to each other. Imagine what a blow it was to her. She is heartbroken over the whole affair.” “It’s an outrage,” said Joe Spense, hotly, “and if I were Elsie I simply couldn’t stand it; I wouldn’t tolerate it for one moment. Do you think I would allow----” “What would you do about it,” asked Nell, dryly. “I don’t see anything very horrible about it. It is sudden, to be sure, but why shouldn’t Mr. Pollard marry if he chooses, and why shouldn't Elsie be very fond of his wife? Wait and see-----’ “What utter nonsense you talk,” said Beatrice. “I’d like to know how you would like it if you had to step calmly aside and give your brother to someone SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 15 else. You are only a child, anyway, Nell,” she said, with a superior air, “and know nothing about such matters.” At this all-exciting moment, the school bell rang, and Polly, returning to her former mood, said, “Well, who knows, it may turn out as Nell says.” The girls grouped about her, shrugged their shoulders and rolled their eyes in a manner which spoke a multi- tude of unutterable things. When on the evening of the next day, Polly rushed into Elsie Pollard’s room, she found her friend in a most sullen and rebellious mood. Her face was flushed and tear-stained, and the drawn expression about her eyes veri- fied the housekeeper’s statement that Miss Elsie had not slept a wink all night. “Why, Elsie Pollard, it is half past four! In half an hour they will be here and you are not ready to meet them. Take off that indolent kimona at once, and get something respectable on.” Here Polly pulled her disconsolate friend bodily off the window seat, lifted the cover and pulled out a pink dimity dress. “I don't propose to see my brother and his bride tonight,” said Elsie, cyni- cally, “and if he should ask for me, tell him I am ill. Don’t stare at me, Polly, in that exasperating way ! I say I won’t see them ! I hate him and I hate everybody ! ” and Elsie’s voice faltered, her head dropped on the pillows and Polly caught the sound of a smothered sob. “Poor dear old youngster,” thought the sympathetic Polly, but she was too wise to attempt this kind of consola- tion. With an energetic blow in the back, which caused Elsie to start and utter a little exclamation of pain, Polly said, tauntingly, “A dandy goal thrower oil’ll make if you are going to be nocked out by a little thing like this ! Stand up and behave yourself,” she continued, as she noted Eisie’s ques- tioning glance, “and I’ll tell you the most wildly exciting thing you ever heard. The Elmwood Basket Ball team has been challenged by the Southey girls, and we are going to play them! This announcement was sufficiently exciting to drive away Elsie’s tears, at least, and she almost unconsciously walked to the dressing table, and slipped on the dress which Polly airily tossed to her. “My, Elsie, but you do look well! ” laughed the genuine Polly, as she tied her friend’s belt and gave it a little poke. It was then that the gate clicked, and both girls with a start rushed to the window to peer from the shelter of the curtains upon the lawn below. The little rustic gate swung to with a dis- agreeable bang, and left a woman standing inside, facing her new home. The girls just had time to observe this figure, dressed in green, with a stylish little toque resting on coils of beauti- ful brown hair, when Mr. Pollard called “Bertha,” and a voice, striking in its richness and perfectly modulated tones, answered, “Your sister is not here. Are you quite sure she received my note? John Pollard’s voice rang through the air again. Twice he had called Elsie, when Polly, with a push, forced the ob- durate girl from her corner. “She is a perfect beauty, Elsie, and you shall go down stairs at once,” said Polly, gayly. Partly because it would have been useless to remonstrate further with Polly, and partly from sheer curiosity, Elsie slowly descended the stairs and entered the drawing room. It was a trying moment for her when she met for the first time that earnest, enduring gaze. She saw, as in a dream, a fault- less, laughing mouth, and the white shapely teeth. In her bewilderment, she heard nothing but the rich cadence of that voice, when she was roused by her brother saying something about “Bertha and a new sister.” “A sister, indeed,” thought Elsie, and to Polly’s horror, she tossed her head in a proud, haughty manner, and looked at this Bertha defiantly. How Polly hoped and prayed that Mrs. Pol- lard would not understand this angry gesture, but with her quick perception, her face flushed and the fine eyes grew bright with unshed tears. Almost in- stantly she regained her self control, and, after having addressed a few re- i6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. marks to Elsie, only to be answered by brief, jerky replies, she turned to Mr. Pollard. The girl in the pink dimity walked listlessly to the window. Outside was nothing but the drowsy stillness of summer. But the fluttering of the leaves, the blowing of the grass, the singing cricket and the occasional note of a distant bird were not as attractive as the new sister’s words, and greatly against her will, Elsie listened. “She has a charming voice and she certainly is attractive,” admitted Elsie, “but she is terribly proud, and I hate her.” It was Polly who poured the tea and inquired whether “you would have one or two lumps,” and it was Bertha who answered gaylv, “one in and one out,” and amused everyone by her bright manner. “She is charming,” exclaimed the en- thusiastic Polly, later, as the sound of a little ballad, sung in a low full voice, floated up to the girls in Elsie’s room. “You seem to be terribly in love with her,” retorted Elsie, sullenly. “Glad you like her. Good night.” “You will come, won’t you, Mrs. Pollard?” said Polly, on the morning of the game. “Are you interested in basket ball? You’ve never seen it played ! Well, you will be enthusiastic enough over it when you have seen this one. We’re sure to win, you know, because we have Elsie. She is a sure goal ! 'Posses the ball and in it goes ! I never knew her to fail. And remem- ber, violet is our color ! ” and away she ran, calling as she went, “You will be so proud of Elsie.” “Proud of Elsie,” repeated Mrs. Pol- lard. “It is nearly a week since I came and she shuns me still upon every oc- casion. She does adore John,” and at this reflection her eyes grew bright, “but she can’t understand that his heart is big enough for us both. Poor child, I wonder if she would mind my going to the game.” After all, she was nothing more than a girl herself, as she tripped across the grass to order violets for the afternoon. When Polly reached Elmwood, natur- ally the first thing she heard was basket ball, and then eager inquiries for Elsie. “Is the new sister really coming?” said Beatrice, “and is she truly pretty ?” “She is simply the loveliest mortal you ever did see,” Polly answered, calmly. “Can’t be?” exclaimed Joe Spense. “Wait and see,” said Nell, repeating her favorite maxim. Greatly to her credit she didn’t say, “I told you so.” Of course the girls laughed ; they always did on general principle when Nell said anything. “Girls, do you really suppose we’ll win,” said Joe, nervously. “Yee-e-s,” they fairly shouted, with very confident voices, and equally shaky hearts. “We have Elsie for goal, you know,” said Polly. “And Polly and Beatrice for defence,” added Nell. “I’m sub-goal,” laughed Joe Spence, “but I probably won’t get a single bat at the ball.” “We’ll hope not,” said Nell. “O dear, of course you know what I mean,” she added, getting very red in the face. “Elsie is so good.” At the last remark the girls howled and Nell was consoled by being called by Joe “a dear funny little thing.” At three o’clock the hall was crowded with anxious spectators. The Elmwood side was a sea of purple, while from Southey, gay, yellow flags floated en- couragingly As the girls took their places cheer after cheer arose. The Southey girls had an inspiriting yell end- ing with a vociferous Southey ! Southey! has the field, Not an inch will Southey yield!” From Elmwood’s side there was a flutter of purple handkerchiefs and a cheer to the tune of “Hold the P'ort,” with a verse for each girl beginning, “ Hold the floor for we are coming ! Violet’s victor still! Elsie Pollard’s at the basket We must win and will!” Every player was flushed with excite- ment and responsibility, and each one vowed in her innermost heart that her side should win. The referee’s whistle sounded and with anxious hearts the SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 17 words “Play Rail” were heard. A fear- ful ring of applause sounded, and yel- low flags were energetically waved, when with a quick motion Polly caught the ball and sent it flying to the side centre. In an instant Elsie had tossed it in the basket amid deafening cheers and shouts. She glanced up long enough to see an eager face beaming down on her with a smile of approval; she caught the odor of violets and a great feeling of relief and pride, per- haps something more, rushed over her as she realized that it was her own sis- ter who wore them. “She looks mighty well,” thought Elsie, as, with a leap she caught the ball, and in her merciless hands there was but one inevitable end for it. Again there was cheering, but Elsie saw only one violet handkerchief, heard only one encouraging voice. “Play Rail,” and again everyone was on the alert. The Violets were scoring with an unusual rapidity on the Yellows, and Elsie, with burning cheeks, heard the score, 8—0. “The Southeys have a splendid team,” she heard her brother say, “but Elsie is too much for them.” A Yellow girl slipped over the line ; a foul was called, and Elsie insisted upon Nell’s trying for the free goal. She missed, and the ball went whizzing on its way ; it reached the girl at the Yel- low goal, and in spite of Polly’s bother- some arms, it dropped into the basket. Never was there so much commotion— such a mighty cheer from a chorus of girls. Elsie looked again to Mrs. Pol- lard for assurance, stamped her foot with determination, and made a wild raid for the ball. The Southey defence grab- bed it, but accidentally slipped an inch over the line. Involuntarily she drew her foot back, caught her breath and paused an instant to see if anyone had seen the foul. Confident that it had gone by unnoticed, she tossed to her centre, when her glance was met by a pair of scornful eyes, and she knew that the Elmwood goal had seen her un- principled move. Even if Elsie had out of justice to her team called the foul, it would now have been quite useless. There was nothing to do but endure the cheers that were coming from Southey. “Not an inch will Southey yield!” rang in her ears with a pointed irony. She raised her eyes to meet her oppo- nent’s gaze and in that quick glance each understood what the other knew. As the ball flew back to the basket and Elsie jumped to catch it, the Southey defence rushing past her with a terrific impetus, hurled her against the wall. There was a silence—time was called and Elsie was carried from the field When she recovered her senses she opened her eyes amid the perfume of violets and saw Mrs. Pollard bending over her. “It is a sprain, my dear,” she said, as she gently began to bandage her arm. “You’ll trust me, Elsie, won’t you?” as she noted the girl’s look of surprise. “I have had a great deal of experience in bandaging.” Elsie nodded assent. “Who is playing goal?” she asked. “Joe Spense,” said Mrs. Pollard. With a little groan of despair she said, “We can’t possibly win.” Closing her eyes she listened to cheers from the Southey girls, shouts from the Violet side, until her head was worn out. “We’ll go home, dear,” said Mrs. Pol- lard, “but I will leave a note for Polly asking the girls to tea.” “Does it still ache?” asked the new sister, as late r at home she stroked the towzled head resting on her shoulder. Elsie feebly shook her head. “It isn’t that,” she said, “it is something about the Southey defence. I am sure you saw it all, Rertha, because you looked so indignant.” Elsie was evidently waiting for an answer, and Mrs. Pollard said warmly, “Yes, I did see it, Elsie! It was mean, contemptible ! and if Southey wins it will be a gratification to you that their end was gained by a false play. There was a short pause after this. Then Elsie said quietly, “Rertha!” At her new tone a happy expression rested in Mrs Pollard’s face. “It was awfully good of you to ask our team to tea. “It’s for my own amusement,” said Rertha, laughingly, “but I hear them coming now ; they can’t have won,” she ran to open the door. “Where’s Elsie?” shouted Polly. i8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Upstairs they tore, bounding into Elsie’s room. “What are you crying for, you old goose!” exclaimed Polly. “No, we were beaten, but only by a score of ten to eight, and you did it all, you old darling!” There were hugs and shakes and pounds. Quite regardless of the sprain Elsie was carried downstairs and into the garden by the cheering girls. “ Phis is positively the jolliest t a we ever had,” said Joe Spense to Elsie, “and your sister is perfectly lovely.” “I know she is,” said Elsie flushing, and Nell shaking her head at Beatrice said, “I told you so.” It was after all the girls had gone back to Elmwood and Bertha was sitting in Elsie’s room, that Elsie said thoughtfully, “Bertha, I’ve lost the game, but I still think the Violets were victorious.” “Girls,” shouted John Pollard from the lawn, “aren’t you coming down to amuse me?” Iboob of Scarlet, (5o vn of Sra . LESLIE II. CHANT, S. E. II. S., 1000. The wheel of Fortune lias so many turns We may be broken on it, or tie carried high ; And he who clings the strongest goes the highest, Perhaps to fall again, but still goes high, And vet in blind mandates of stern Kismet The passive ones are oft caught up And flung to Heaven. Prince Harold came from court that day, His face, with grief and anger mixed, Bent like some thunder-cloud. For, robbed at once of state and name. By order of the Queen, his enemy, He stood, a common subject now.— And all access denied forever To his heart's-Queen, douce Mariol. All this for losing of a petty fight; He there made vow, when there lacked swords To save his country even the dearth Might still be worse, before his hand should rise To strike that country’s bitterest enemy. The oath upon his lips he rode Nor fire faster, to his hold. His towers among the hills, and there Though still a war went on, remained, Taking no active part in living. But moody, probing wrongs and blasted hopes, And thinking of the happy “ might-have- been.” Some friends there came, and tempted him To play his active part, go forth Take up the sword again, and strike His enemies as of old. There came a preacher-friend, and wrought With him, who said, If now thy prism Of life doth show to thee a void, Misty, and dull and dark, but turn’t A little, and hope and glory of Another life shall flash before thee in The rainbow hues.” But not the good man’s eloquence Could stir him. Then came a worldly man, a brother general, And councilled still another strife Against the foe, for surely Fortune now, Her direst done, would recompense. Then, scarlet hood and gown of gray, Came his love, a stolen visit. To the preacher, With the Persian sage, he answered brief ‘ Near is as near to God as any P'ar, And Here is just the same deceit as There.’ ” To the general, Still with the words of the old sage briefly “ ‘ Little grows great, and great grows small again, And I today,—perchance tomorrow You.’ ” And bowed went scarlet hood away, For man of Spirit, or of World, Man of Peace, nor man of War, Nor even Love's all-powered inflections Could rouse Prince Harold’s sullen spirit Still burning low with wrongs and hate. There came a day when all the land Was dumb with terror— A mighty battle lost! And greatest grief of all, the Court was taken, The Queen, the Princess, all the gallant train, Were hurried northward toward the border lands, Under small guard, the while the vandal enemy Swept here and there about, plundered and slew. Prince Harold, at the close of day Naught knowing of these things Stood leaning, hands on sword hilt wide, Crossed beneath his chin. While his memory, backward roving, Dwelt long on one fair picture gone— The picture of his love as she came— Hood of scarlet, gown of gray. SOM ICR VILLI : HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 19 Then a sound broke twilight’s stillness— Meaningless at first and low, Growing louder still, and louder, Till Prince Harold knew the clanking For the tramp of men in armor ;— At the old familiar sound his head raised, And, unconscious, gripped his sword-hilt tighter, Listening! listening! — hark, a smothered cry, A child in pain and terror ! The Prince’s face grew dark— A child, in pain and terror! Then along the forest path came swinging A party of the vandal enemy, and in Their midst, two figures on a litter; One a little child, whose trembling mouth A soldier stopped with merciless hard hand ; The other figure, bowed, a mantle wore, Dark, tricked o’er with gold, a queenly robe. The Queen, the young Prince ! Harold’s figure drooped again, A half sneer curled his parted lips— The Queen! But the child ! Again there came a scream Of terror—at the dark faces round, That laughed and gibed at each new wail. Then burst Prince Harold’s spirit from its Sullen bonds, as burst his sword from scab- bard— Ray of flame ! And down he rushed, all but alone, O11 half score enemies ! — The wail of little child had more prevailed Than all the redes of soldier and of priest, And even Eros, though on bended knee, With nectar cup of Happiness in hand Had less to move him with than helpless in- nocence. How now dost thou, great Spirit (if Spirit there be), Make half our lives hang on a single word. A thought, a little act, a careless vow? At every stroke a shout Burst from the Prince’s lips, ‘‘Alia ! ” His huge slave crushed all in his path. Surprised, the enemy fought, but to defend themselves, For who could tell, were these great gods or men ? At last the cowards fled with half their num- ber While Harold Stood faint from bloody loss, and looked Upon the body of his faithful slave, Stretched out in death’s pathetic awkward- ness. Forgotten for a moment was the Queen : — He turned, the babe sat playing, The trace of recent tears upon its cheek, With a bright bauble, a buckle of steel Still flecked with blood. The face beneath the hood Looked timid round—then in a moment With a little cry, and glad eyes brimming, Prince Harold’s love was clasped within his arms— And “Mariol, Mariol, Mariol! ” murmured he. The old Queen dead, his princess ruled in- stead ; Beneath the dark cloak, all tricked o’er with gold, Was simple Hood of Scarlet, Gown of Gray ! —-f — (Bents from the Class fl ccts. Selections from the amusing Latin School verses, “ Conquest,” and the pretty English Ivy poem. Our whole world rings with conquest; ’Tis brawn that leads the way ; But conquest was a thing unknown Before that bright fall day. When eighty little boys and girls, With meek and gentle tread. Climbed the old stairs that ring today With praise of conquest dread. We buy our incense—Standard Oil— For Shakespeare and for Burke; If we had oniy lived with them !— We would have bought a dirk. With changing season, storm and sunshine, Four bright years have come and gone. Since we entered first these portals Pressing further on. Daily we have walked together Through each busy, happy year, Finding all in play, in study, Comrades true and dear. The brightest and richest jewels Lie within the darkest mine. So in darkest hours of sorrow Hope will ever shine. Again, I say, ’‘Be faithful to The duty next at hand.” When this is done, and only then. May we as conq'rors stand. EUGENE R. VINAL. When in time our work is over, And life's conflict won and past, We shall see that toil and patience, Win the day at last. MARY A. BROWN. 20 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Going to College ? Vinal exhibits a pertinacity in stick- ng to his opinion chat augurs well for his future life. Miss IIarmer if she were a baseball player might be spoken of as having her “eye on the ball.” As a matter of fact, however, she had the ball on her eye. Roth McLean and Farnum have left school a little early to go to work. Suc- cess to them. It was bad for Miss Clark to spell •“bade” bad. It reminds one of the grammar school. Snowman alone kept his baton in the class picture. W as it because the curl had come out of his hair ? The marks we receive in the algebra examinations on Saturdays resemble the rise and fall of the tide. They fluctu- ate considerably. The grass under the trees has become very popular since hot weather set in in earnest. Rut little ball playing is participated in nowadays. Any one who can talk can easily earn plenty of money this summer if we be- lieve certain circulars that have come up to school. Future orators, here is your chance. Now begins the yearly labor of our teachers—to collect and account for all the school books, especially trouble- some when many books are loaned to those about to take examinations. It is too bad a series of class baseball games cannot be arranged, such as they have at Cambridge. It would be very interesting if some championship em- blem was offered. In a few days the class of 1900 will have passed into history. As we look back over our school life, how short the four years have seemed to us, and yet they certainly seemed ages when we were freshmen. They are past now and we are—not altogether glad. Class organization.—President, Fred A. Moore; vice-president, Helen A. Hodgkins; secretary, Bertha A. Bray; treasurer, Chester L. Harts; class poet, Eugene R. Vinal ; prophets, Aunita N. Fales, Louis C. Doyle ; historians, Flor- ence A. Eaton, Wilder L. Sturtevant. Louis C. Doyle, class editor. Leavitt evidently bought those baseball posters would a d d greatly to the beauty of our rooms. Whence came that umbrella handle that so suddenly descended on Bartlett's cranium as he was standing in the doorway ? A sound most pleasing to our ears — Flynn’s “ladylike” voice. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 21 O, what shall I say ? O, what shall I say? O, any old thing will do, If it fills up space in a needed place Then any old thing will do. O, behold this rhyme ! O, behold this rhyme! That singeth farewell to you. O, look hard and long, at the parting song That telleth a fond adieu. O, behold this verse ! Behold this verse ! That endeth its sojourn here O, you’ll find them not, in the old, old spot When you seek for our notes next year Some of Bacon’s compositions in sight translation are really remarkable. What a pleasure it is to ponder over previous examination papers on Satur- day. A recent translation which savours somewhat of a novel. “ She inflamed her burnt heart with love.” Robertson certainly needs to study geography since he is capable of such a blunder as placing a sea in the midst of Gaul. Class organization.—President, Ches- ter Holbrook Brown ; secretary, Ina G. Thompson; treasurer, Hazel Bennett. Helen A. True, class editor. Some bright translations: “The men, women and chil- dren began to flyaway.” “Caesar received them inder his wing.” We all enjoyed Mr. Hawes’ description of the photographs, which adorn the walls of our room. Oh ! Those days ! I can’t see it, but it looks all right. One of our classmates received a pleasant surpise a short time ago. It was the first time that he had not been told to remain after school. French was caught raising Cain the other day. Is that a fish story about the tame fish in the river ? Whiting (in Greek)—“What kind of bird is a gazelle ? ” Heard in Greek: Teacher—“What do mill-stones look like ? ” Would-be facetious scholar—“Dough- n uts.” If anyone desires to know the exact number of days, hours or minutes of school left, he should apply to Nichols. Class organization. —President, Guy P. Moses; vice-president, Edw. S. French ; secretary. Miss Mildred Lin- coln ; treasurer, Miss Ruth Richards. A. D. Whitman, class editor. The boys from our class played the Fresh- men from the English School last week, and were defeated in a close ind exciting game. The features of the game were Tiff’s and McCoy’s pitching and Pipe’s catching. To McKenna we are indebted for the translation, “and the farmer, returning saw the killed snake.” One of our boys intimated that a manual training room is like a gymna- sium. What a jolly time our girls would have playing basket ball in one. The following members of the class constitute the base ball team : Goode, c.; McCoy, p.; Fitzgerald, Ib.; Jennings, 2b.; Doughty, 3b.; Dickinson, s.s.; Mar- shall, r.f.: Nichols, c.f.; Kiley, I f. Class Organization.—President, Philip R. Webber ; secretary, Edna C. Jones. William Jennings, class editor. 22 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. The class passed a very pleasant evening last Sat- urday with Mr. and Mrs. Whitcomb, at their home 12 Highland Ave. The usual class parts, the his- tory and prophecy, were read and received with much favor. Singing was enjoyed at intervals, refreshments were served and the utmost sociability prevailed. The class left with Mr. and Mrs. Whitcomb as a memento of themselves a cut-glass berry dish and silver spoon, the latter inscribed with the familiar “ E. II. S., Class of 1900.” We wonder if “ Naaman ! Hail ! ” is any relation to our class president. Miss Kitchen has been obliged to leave school on account of illness at home. We are all proud of the able speeches made by our president, and by Lewis on Ivy day. Miss Tufts is to be congratulated on the class ode ; also Miss Brown for the class poem. We shall expect great things from the Senior Baseball team under the leader- ship of Captain Lewis. With this issue the class of 1900 bid farewell to the Radiator and all the as- sociations of the past four years. Miss Wheeler, the captain of the Senior Basket Ball team, is also captain of the 'Varsity team. We should feel honored. We wish success to all future senior classes and sincerely hope that their course may be as pleasant as ours. 1900 has earned distinction by procur- ing an historic ivy for their gift, the slip in question having been obtained from that growing on the Old South Church, Boston. Complete arrangements have been made for the Soiree. It will take place Monday, June 25, at Anthoine’s Acad- emy. Tickets may be secured from Messrs. Kimball, Lombard, Stone, and from Misses Marceau and White. Some of our boys are wearing striped suits before their time. In spite of all reverses and hard luck we will begin our senior year with a clean financial page. Class organization.—President, Her- bert M. Hale ; vice president, Miss Car ter; secretary, Leslie R. Grant ; treas- urer, Ruth Tufts; class prophet, A. Philip Hill; class historian, L. R. Grant; odist, Ruth Tufts ; class poetess, Mary Brown. Harry A. Stone, class editor. Nason and Bradford sometimes wish they were expert in wireless telegraphy, that they might comm u n i c a t e across the waste of hos- tile feminines between them. Hats off, every one, to the new sen- iors ! SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 23 We may be fast in some things, but not in stenography surely. The history debates that have been in vogue during the last month have struck terror into the hearts of all peaceful minded pupils. The reverend seniors held some very creditable exercises the other day. The speeches were well delivered and the class poem was very appropriate. Master Hatch deserves great praise for his musical aid on Ivy Day. He was almost the only boy outside the senior class who made any attempt to sing. First girl to her friend—“There was an eclipse in our class today.” Second girl—“How was that ? ” First girl—“A world of ignorance shut out the light of a son ' Class organization.—President and vice president, Chester L Whitaker ; secretary, Miss Maude M. Morse; treas- urer, Mr. Howard W. Poor. A Boston Globe edi- torial says that “the small boy looks forward longingly to the summer vacation.” We can as- sure the editor of the Boston Globe that this tendency is not confined to the small boy. The latest pastime—checkers on the blackboard. Who was the “Sandow” that closed the window for Mr. Hadley? 1902 was well represented in the Arts and Crafts Exhibt by the work of Pat- ten, Richardson, Underhill and others. When Poe was writing about “nappy bells” and “joyous bells” he should have put in something about the no- school signal. At the last meeting of the Debating- Society the following officers were elected. President, Everett G. Stone; vice president, George Smith ; secretary and treasurer, Cora M. Fitch. Our class yell at the Ivy exercises was very good for an impromptu, and we hope the freshman found it an in- spiration toward better things in the line. The Debating Society may not be dead, but it seems to be very weak just now. However, let us hope for a resur- rection in the autumn of the only intel- lectual society of our class. One of our members made a very original joke the other day. When asked why he did not wear his class cap, he replied that “he was green enough already, without wearing a green cap! Class organization.—President, Percy II. Underhill; vice president, Miss Florence Bemis ; secretary, Harold B. Lamont; treasurer, Miss Harriet Baker. Two of our girls, Miss Grady and Miss Schnet- zer, made the ’Varsity Basket Ball team very easily. That wisdom wins suc- cess is not the case with History K. We all look forward with pleasure to the coming vacation. What could the baseball team have done without Patch? The sophomores were taken in by some fresh great goods. Heard in History L.—“Pompey’s wife was Caesar’s nephew.” The class editor wishes to thank those who have so kindly contributed notes for the Radiator the past year. The Freshman Baseball team has been successful in defeating two strong class teams—S. E. H. S., 03, 26—S. L. S., 01, 11, and S. E. II. S., ’03, 15—S. L. S., ’03, 14- Heard in Room 17. Teacher—“Why are you not in your regular seat?” Pupil—“That seat is too small for me.” Teacher—“I am sorry that you have such a big opinion of yourself.” GRADUATING CL,ASS LATIN HIGH SCHOOL, 1900. Xotman Photographer. GRADUATING CLASS ENGLISH HIGH SCHOOL, 1900. l-’reeman Photographet 26 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. “ Fine Words, I Wonder where yod stole ’em.” •The kindest man, the best conditioned and unwearied spirit in doing courtesies.” —Mr. Baxter. “When I was at home I was in a better place.”—At the Memorial Day Game. “All the learned and authentic fellows.”—S. II. S. Alumni. “He was a man of an unbounded stomach.”—C-1-, E. II. S.} 1001. “Cheaply bought for thrice their weight in gold.”—June Radiators. “There was a sound of revelry by night. —Theta Chi Alpha Initiation. “Although I am a pious man I am not less a man.”— W-rd P- re-, E. II. S., 1000. I am very fond of the company of ladies.”— Ch-ndbr, E. II. S., 1000. “For that fine madness still he did retain, Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”— V-n-l, L., 1000. “A poor thing, but mine own.”—Report Card. •You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.”—McL- •«, S. L. S.. 1000. “I am slow of study.”— M-rphy, L., 1000. “A very ancient and fish-like smell.”—Chem. Lab. He's out of the ordinary run of men.” -IC-n-ly, E. II. S. “I had a hat.”—H-rts, S. L. .S’., 1000. “A good thing.”—Public Library Extension. -As a wit, if not the first, the very first line.”— Mr. Corthell. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 27 •These are times that try men’s souls. —College Exams. “He must be roasted.”—Bacon, S. L. «S'.. 1901. “There’s small choice in rotten apples.”—Our many-colored caps. “O wearisome condition of humanity! ”—M-cd-n-ld, S. L. S.. 1900. “A man so various.”— M- -r-, S. L. S., 1900. “O that he were here to write me down an ass.”—Bray, 6'. L. .S'., 1900. “Time elaborately thrown away.”—Original English Work. “I feel that I am happier than I know.”— At the close of school. ‘ A little bud of loveliness That never should grow older.”—Z-nk, E. If. S., 1900. “Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?”—In the third corridor. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course.”—S. If. .S’., 1900. “He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.” —H-sm-r in elocution. “Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys were we. — .V- -r-, M-rphy, Sn-xcm-n, S. I. S.. 1900. “Methought I heard a voice cry, ‘Sleep no more.’”—Rehearsing graduation music. “Behold the child, by nature's kindly law. Pleased with a rattle and tickled with a straw. -I-mh-rd. E. If. $., '00. “An affable and courteous gentleman. Great of heart, magnanimous, courtly, courageous. —Mr. Whilcomh. “And he was so modest, too.”—Ph-ll-ps. S. L. .S'., '00. “Seen a good deal? Why, of course he has.”—I IU, E. If. '00. ‘‘There he stood and shouted loudly.”— Flynn, S. L. .S'., '01. “Better late than never.”—Class Mottoes. “And this man out of prison?”—St-rtv-nt, S. L. S.. '00. “They are a sweet society of fair ones.”—E. fi. „. “A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off. —Ivy Oration. “I am called away by particular business but I leave my character behind me.” -Or- -1 s, E. II. S., '01. Such strains ne’er warbled in the linnet’s throat. —Miss Sm-ll, S. L. S., '00. 28 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. “I never write as funny as I can.’’— A Class Editor. “ Twas for the good of the country that I should be abroad.” ll.ss.ll P-p-, E. 11. S., ’01. ‘•Learn to read slow; all other graces Will follow in their proper places.”—iV-t-rm-n, E. II. S., '00. “As the Destinies decree.”—Diplomas. “A hit, a very palpable hit.”—Co-ed. Theatricals. “Though this may be play to you, ’Tis death to us. -r-Applying these quotations. That indolent but agreeable condition of doing nothing.”—Study Period. Which not even critics criticise.”—Phi Sigma Play. “Much may be said on both sides.”—At the Mock Trial. The next thing to the real is the picture of it.”—Basket Ball Photos. Has it come to this?”—The green caps. “Subscribe and be a hero.”— For the next gear's Radiator. “They also serve who only stand and wait. — At the lunch counter. “It beggared all description.”—Phi Alpha Initiation. “But now our task is smoothly done, We can fly or we can run.”—Present Radiator Board. “Such a fresh, blooming, chubby, rosy, cozy, modest little bud.”—The Freshman. “Uneasy lie the heads of all that rule, His, most of all, whose kingdom is a school.”—Our Instructors. “For he's a jolly good fellow which nobody can deny.”—Prof. Iladleg. Let down the curtain; the farce is done.” Amqng tre Societies. The Athletic Association has strug- gled on conscientiously for this one end and has at last managed to reduce the •debt under which it began the present year by wholly three-fourths. One suc- cessful baseball or football season will alleviate the financial distress which has been felt for some time and put the •boys’ athletics in the pink of condition enjoyed by the girls’ sports under the two basket ball associations. Commencement will relieve the Latin School of two promising Greek letter societies, the Theta Chi Alpha and the Sigma Pi Omega. The Theta Chi Alpha boys have re- laxed their minds, burdened with ardu- ous senior duties through the year in merciless initiations and grim, bloody combats with the foils. Their love of cruel and savage diversions is well shown in their society insignia, the original red cap. The Sigma Pi Omega has enlivened the time with two banquets in the Physics Laboratory, sev- real surprise parties and a very successful private dance. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 29 The initiation of the Phi Alpha was, if we may be per- mitted the pun, a decidedly hair-rais- ing event. The senior class mem- bers initiated in March six junior girls to carry on their work next year. The new Phi Alphas are Helen True, Nathalie Kinsman, Gertrude Vinton, Ina Thompson, Jean- nette Pearson and Bessie Westgate. The Phi Sigma Club, ’oi, will in all proba- bility next season make an essay in the dra- matic line on a more extensive scale than was ever before attempted in the school. Their two successful annual productions have won them now an enviable name and reputation in the amateur world. It is said that almost every member of our understudies, the sophomore societies, knows the Greek alphabet. Of these two fraternal organizations the Theta Delta Sigma with a really strong team captured the society basket ball championship of the school and the Kappa Phi Eta's social record rests on a successful banquet at Parker’s and a club dance in Anthoine’s Hall. At the English School the season of 1900 has seen the organization of the Arts and Lrafts Club by the students and teachers interested in industrial drawing On Saturday, June 2, an ex- hibition was held in the studio where a display of some remarkable work in drawing and manual training was open to the public all the afternoon. One of the features was a Radiator board on which our business manager exhibited some of the paper's art triumphs during its existence. The Arts and Crafts Club fills a long needed want in the High School, and its results so far have entirely justified its formation. Its object is to recognize and encourage artistic handwork, and its working plan is to hold exhibitions and meetings from time to time for discussions and lectures on subjects pertaining to the arts and industries. When school first began there was organized a society of senior girls known as the Toujours Amies Fideles. The faithful friends have added to the year’s social calendar a successful whist party and a dramatic hit in connection with the K. B. L. The Camera Club is still on deck and is ex- pected next year to come to the front in both social and photographic direc- tions. Its president, Carl- ton R. Foster, will edit the next volume of the Radiator. The 1902 Debating Society is of re- cent organization. During the season a number of successful meetings have been held, all productive of sound dis- putes. The new president is Everett Stone. On June first a secret society was formed among the girls of the junior class. It is announced as the T. S. O., by a pin of mystical design, an owl, surrounded by a horseshoe. The mem- bership is eight. And last but not least we note the mysterious E. H. L., whose members are eight young ladies of the first and sec- ond classes. The E. B. L. is one year old and has contributed to our category of social functions innumerable theatre excursions, a valentine party and a full share in the production of the co-ed play, “The Chaperone.” In default of the name of this interesting organiza- tion we feel constrained to quote the club paaen : We re witty, we’re awfully keen, Real bright! Just right ! WVrc stunners, we’re winners, we re queens. A thousand miles out of sight! It’s quite the best club on the beach, Real swell, E. B. L! Though modest and shy, We cannot deny, That it is a perfect peach. 30 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. program of (Brabuation Exercises, Somerville High School, 1900. OVERTURE, “William Tell.” Orchestra. Rossini 'Cello Solo by Arthur D. Hadley. SINGING, “Home of Freedom.” G. F. Wilson Chorus with trio of girls’ voices. Orchestration by S. Henry Hadley. PRAYER. Rev. L. V. Price. SINGING, Four Part Song, “O Lady Mine!” . K. Hadley ADDRESS TO GRADUATES. Subject: “Education through Fellowship.” Rev. Geo. A. Gordon, D.D., of Poston. SINGING, (a) Three Part Song—“Schubert’s Serenade,” adapted to girls’ voices. G. A. Veazie. (b) Four Part Song—“ Hunting Song.” Benedict Presentation of Diplomas by James F. Beard, Chairman of School Board. SINGING. Chorus—“ Damascus,” From oratorio “Naaman,” Costa All the singing is accompanied by Hadley’s Orchestra, under the direction of S. Henry Hadley, teacher of music in the Somerville schools. The class mottoes as usual arrived late. The joint committee to confer about the baccalaureate sermon had been ap- pointed and had met in deliberation once when these notes were written. The Senior Soiree will be held in Anthoine’s Academy, Monday evening, June 25. In charge of arrangements, tickets, etc., is the following committee: F. A. Moore, chairman; Messrs. Hills, Snowman, Kimball, Lombard and Stone, Misses Keyes, Marshall, White and Marceau. Towne’s Orchestra will furnish the music. Mr. and Mrs. Bax- ter, with Mr. and Mrs. Whitcomb, will receive. The fourth annual ivy planting, which is now an established feature of the English High commencement exercises, was witnessed by a good sized crowd of undergraduates and others on June 8, at which time a root of the Old South Church ivy was buried in the ground in front of the school. President Hale’s oration was well written and effectively delivered. The class poem and ode, read on the occasion, were well up to the standard of previous efforts in this line. The days arc now filled with the little ceremonies in which the graduating classes take their leave of the school. Some of the exercises have already been run off very happily, noticeably the two receptions of the headmasters. Mr. Bax- ter received the Latin School seniors in his pleasant parlors Saturday evening, May 12. During the evening he was pre- sented with a silver serving spoon as a token of the class’ affection and esteem. Of the class parts which were read at this time the histories by P'lorence A. Eaton and Wilder L. Sturtevant were unusually interesting. The reception to the English High School seniors by Mr. Whitcomb at his home on Highland avenue took place Saturday evening, June 16, and was largely attended. The sallies of Leslie R. Grant, class historian, and Phillip A. Hill, class prophet, were received with flattering merriment. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 3i Sept. 5. Sept. 20. Oct. 4. Oct. 25. Oct. 27. Nov. 3. Nov. 7. Nov. 9. Nov. 23. Nov. 24. Nov. 28. Nov. 30. Dec. 1. Dec. 1. Dec. 8. Dec. 21. Dec. 22. Dec. 26. Dec. 2S. Jan. 2. Jan. 4. Jan. 5. Jan. 9. Jan. 11. Jan. 17. Jan. 17. Jan. iS. Jan. 25. Jan. 25. Jan. 26. Jan. 29. h. 3i: Feb. 2. Feb. 2. Feb. 6. Feb. 6. Feb. 8. Feb. 9. Feb. 12. Feb. 13. Feb. 14. Feb. 15. Feb. 16. Year's Calendar. School began. No School, storm signal. Andover vs. Somerville, football. October Radiator. lioston E. H. S. vs. Somerville, foot- ball. Somerville defeats Boston Latin, football. First basket ball practice ever held in Somerville, Clarendon Hall. Somerville defeats Dorchester, foot- ball. Thanksgiving Radiator. Somerville again defeats Boston Latin. Camera Club Concert. Thanksgiving Day, Somerville and C. M. T. S. tie at Charles River Park. First practice of E. H. S. basket ball girls. Latin School Sophomores defeat Seniors, basket ball. Latin Seniors defeat Juniors, basket ball. Christmas Radiator. Christmas recess. Latin. ’ 9 reunion, Latin School Building. Latin, ’07 reunion. Hotel Colson. School began. First basket ball game- Latin, ’00 ties Cambridge, ’03. 4-4. Latin, ’oo Social, Latin School Build- ing. Phi Sigma Supper. Toujours Amies Fideles Whist Party. Somerville defeats C. H. L., hockey. Camera Club semi-annual business meeting. Phi Sigma Theatricals, Unitarian Hall. January Radiator. Kappa Phi Eta Dance. Latin Seniors defeat Freshmen, bas- ket ball. No School, storm signal. E. H. S. Freshman Reception. Formation of Arts and Crafts Club. Somerville vs. C. M. T. S., hockey. Latin Seniors defeat Sophomores, basket ball. E II. S. Seniors defeat Juniors, basket ball. E. H. S., 00, Skating Party. K. H. S. Alumni Entertainment, Anthoine’s Hall. No School, storm signal. Somerville Relay Team defeats C. M. T. S., Cambridgeport Gym. No School, storm signal. E. B. L. Valentine Party. Valentine Radiator. Theta Delta Sigma vs. Kappa Phi Eta, basket ball. Feb. 17. Latin Varsity defeats Sargent School Juniors, basket ball. Feb. 20. Basket Ball Dance. Feb. 21. Latin, 00 defeats English, '00 in bas- ket ball, Bacon Hall. Feb. 21. March recess. Feb. 22. Somerville Relay Team defeats Newton, Newton meet. Feb. 27. E. II. S. Senior Dance. Mar. 5. School began. Mar. 9. Theta Delta Sigma vs. Theta Chi Alpha, basket ball. Mar. 9. E. H. S. Junior Dance. Mar. 10. Latin School Varsity defeats Bel- mont, basket ball. Mar. 14. E. H. S., ’02, defeats L. H. S., ’02, basket ball, Bacon Hall. Mar. 16. No School, storm signal. Mar. 17. Interscholastic Indoor Meet. Mar. 17. Latin varsity defeats Sargent Sub- varsity. Mar. 22. March Radiator. Mar. 22. Baseball Concert. Mar. 29. English Seniors defeat B. U. Fresh- men, basket ball. Mar. 30. Joint Senior-junior Social, Latin School Building. Apr. 5. Coed Theatricals. Apr. 14. Exeter vs. Somerville, baseball. Apr. 16. College Dance. Apr. iS. April Radiator. Apr. 20. Latin School Senior Dance, Central Club House. Apr. 24. Kappa Phi Eta Banquet. Apr. 27. May recess. May 7. School began. May 9. Mock Trial by S. E. H. S. Associ- ates. May 11. Somerville defeats Brookline, base- ball. May 11. E. H. S., '00, defeats Medford Var- sity. basket ball. May 12. Mr. Baxter’s reception to Latin School Seniors. May 12. Somerville Relay Team defeats Malden, Tufts Meet. May 15. S. E. H. S., ’03, tie Cambridge. ’03, basket ball. May 17. Cambridge defeats Somerville, 3-2, in the deciding game of the cham- pionship series. May 24. May Radiator. May 25. Somerville vs. Hoppy at Brookline Common. May 29. Memorial Day Exercises. May 30. Memorial Day. Annual defeat of Somerville by E. H. S- in holiday baseball. June 2. Arts and Crafts Club Exhibit. June 8. E. H. S-, ’oo, Ivy Exercises. June 9. Kanaly and Eaton win points in the Outdoor Meet. June 12. English Varsity defeats Latin Var sity, basket ball. June 16. Mr. Whitcomb's reception to E.H.S. Seniors. June 21. Commencement Radiator. June 25. Senior Soiretf. June 26. Commencement. LATIN HIGH BASKET BALL TEAM. Xottnan Photographer. ENGLISH HIGH BASKET BALL TEAM. Freeman Photographer. 34 SOMKRVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. English High, 6; Latin School, 4. The culmination of the basket ball season came at Bacon Hall, June 12, when the two varsity teams demon- strated the happy possibility of playing a close and friendly inter-school contest. The day was rather hot for basket ball, and the attendance was unmistakably slim, considering the widespread inter- est of the game. However, we were extremely pleased to note among the spectators both Mr. Baxter and Mr. Whitcomb, with other members of the faculty. The game was called a bit late, and the teams issued from the dressing rooms without preliminary practice, making a pretty picture of red and blue, red being the color of the English High togs and blue the prevail- ing symptom of the Latin School suits. As Miss Dennett shrilly blew her whistle the ball was tossed up between the two often jumping centres, Miss Richards and Miss White. Miss Rich- ards gained the first advantage, batting the pigskin to Miss Densmore, who whirled it up the line. The determina- tion of both sides was then manifested in the frequent clinches for the ball, proceedings which cost considerable valuable time. However, these little delays were dismissed by the referee’s toss-up, and the ball was sent again bouncing back and forth over its mad course. There was not one minute out of the too short twenty of really slow basket ball, and all the scoring was done under close opposition. During the first half Miss Grady threw two field goals for E. II. S., and one from the foul-line. For the Latin School Miss Stearns and Miss Kathan each scored a free throw, leaving the result 5-2. Although the Latin School girls came on the field for the second half determined to win out, the fates were unkind, and Miss Stearns was able only to throw the first field goal for her team. All the scoring for E. H. S. was done by Miss Grady, the freshman home, who threw enough goals to land the juvenile freshman team class champion of the English School. Miss Grady’s second goal from the field was the pretti- est basket we have seen made this year in Bacon Hall. Besides Miss Grady, Miss Harrison played a fine game at defense for E. H. S., her long clean throws down the field being a feature, and Miss Wheeler deserves honorable mention, considering the strength of the Latin School centre. For the Latin School, Miss Dens- more’s omni presence between her two chalk lines was the most prominent feat- ure. Miss Count way was, perhaps, ex- cusably inadequate to the task of entire- ly disposing of Miss Grady, although she allowed her to score but twice. The Latin goals were horribly wild, showing a total let up of practice. The Count- way, Densmore, Stearns parabola, when the ball whirled puzzlingly up the length of the hall, was frequently seen. Miss Westgate’s injury in the second half, was not serious. The girls were encouraged by fre- quent cheering on the part of the boys SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 35 of both schools, and a number of Latin alumni. At the finish each team cheered the other with true sporting spirit. Fol- lowing is the line-up of the game: s. e. H. s. Home- Miss Grady Miss Beckwith Centers Miss Wheeler (caj� t.) Miss White Miss Cooloaugh Defense Miss Harrison Miss Sanborn S. L. S. Defense Miss Countway Miss Westgale Centers Miss Densinore Miss Richards (capt.) Miss IMympton Defense Miss Stoarns Miss Kathan Goals from field, Miss Grady (2), Miss Stearns; goais from foul line, Miss Grady (2), Miss Stearns, Miss Kathan: time, 10 minute halves; referees, Miss Dennett and Miss Shepard. The Latin School class captains are Miss Stearns, 1900; Miss YVestgate, 1901; Miss Lincoln, 1902; Miss Jones, 1903; varsity captain, Miss Richards, 1902; coach, Miss Shepard. The K. H. S. class captains are Miss Wheeler, 1900; Miss Knapp, 1901: Miss Crocker, 1902; Miss Schnetzer, 1903; varsity captain, Miss Wheeler, 1900; coach, Miss Dennett. Interscholastic Meet. KANALY AND EATON WIN POINTS. Saturday, June 15, 1895, Capt. Krnest R. Mills, ’96, took a little collection of track athletes over to Holmes Field and in the tenth Inter scholastic Outdoor Meet won five points for Somerville, by taking first place in the broad jump with a performance of 20 feet 3 inches. This gave Somerville seventh place among 13 point-winning schools. Two years ago William Cutter captured a half-point by being tied for third place in the mile bicycle event at Waltham. This was the sum total of Somerville’s track successes until on Saturday, June 9, Kanaly and Fat on presented the school with seven clean points by win- ning the mile run and making second place in the 100-yards dash, respectively. Somerville High stood sixth among the eleven schools which captured points in the 1900 Outdoor Games on Soldiers Field. Phillips Fxeter won the meet with a totai of 28 points. Fat on and Schick of Andover both won their heats in the 100-yards dash in 10 2 5 seconds. In the final heat, Eaton got a poor start, kicking himself in the spring from the pistol. At 50 yards, he was running even with Schick, who then began to get ahead. Eaton pushed the tall Andover sprinter to the very finish. Schick won in 10 seconds, breaking the record of 10 1-5 seconds. Eaton's second place gained 2 points for the school. Results show that Eaton could have won a place in the 220-yards dash, but he kept out, expecting to do better in the broad jump. This event was won by a jump of 21 feet, 1 1-2 inches, which Eaton has recently beaten, but he failed to get a place by 1 1-4 inches. 11 is jump was 20 feet, 7 inches. It was expected that Kanaly might get a new mile record, but he was con- tent with letting his nearest rival, Dixon of Worcester High, set a slow pace for him for two laps. He finished with a fine sprint, showing that he had plenty of reserve strength for his long strides. He won in 4 minutes, 49 seconds. Noble hung to third place in the half mile until the last turn, when his lack of training compelled him to give way to men of better endurance. Keyes finished with the bunch in the quarter mile. Story ran the quarter mile, also the 220. McLaughlin ran a fair race in the mile event. Eaton’s performance in the 100 yards dash was exceedingly good. lie surely ran the distance in 10 1-5 seconds, which is the old record standing since ’94. He was by no means trained up to his best condition. League Games. Somerville High, 7 ; Boston Latin, 5. Tufts Oval, May 21. The Latin School team played an unusually strong game against our team in an interesting contest. Patch kept the hits down to the number of three and was well supported except in the third inning, when Tinkham let a throw from centre field go through him, allowing three runs to come in. Hub- hard and Cassidy fielded their positions well. White and McGrath were the strength of the Boston team. 36 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. SOMERVILLE. BOSTON LATIN. ab Mi i po a e | ab ph po a e Hubbard, 2b. 5 0 1 4 0 , Sullivan, r.f... 5 0 0 0 0 Patch, | — .3 1 0 •j : McGrath, c.. .3 0 11 3 0 Jones, c.f.... .3 0 2 5 o . Pierre, s.s. .. _o 0 4 1 2 Fisher, ll ... .3 1 13 i i 1 McGuire. 21). .4 1 0 1 0 Cassidy, 3b... 4 1 3 1 French, 3b... .4 0 0 0 1 Murphy, s.s. 4 1 I 4 i I Dewar, r.f.... .4 1 4 0 0 Harts, l.f 4 0 1 0 0 Cortland, 1 f. .3 0 0 0 0 Tinkham, c.. • 0 7 0 i . McCarthy, lh 4 0 4 0 0 Moore, r.f... .3 1 0 0 0 I White, p .4 1 0 • o Totals 1 5 ! 27 14 3 ! Totals 3 3 : o;j ; : 3 •Moore out , hit by batte d hall. Tunings... .1 2 3 4 5 fi 7 4 i� Somerville.. • 1 0 4 0 0 0 ' II 0- -7 Boston Latin 1 o 3 o o 0 0 . 1) 1- Two base hit—Patch. Stolen bases -Hubbard, Patch, Fisher, Cassidy, Haris, Moore, McGrath (3), Dewar. First base on balls—Off Patch. Cortland, While; off White, Patch, Jones, Fisher, Tinkham. Moore. First base on errors—Somerville (2); Pos- ton Latin (3). Left on bases—Somerville ('I). Pos- ton Latin (5). Struck out— By Patch (10); by White (7). Passed balls — Tinkham, (3). Mc- Grath (4). Hit by pi .ched ball—Tinkham. Moore, McGrath, Pierce (2). Time, 2h , 20 in. Umpire— Tabor. Attendance, 450. Umpire Gives Hopkinson the Game. Somerville met “Hoppy” on Brook- line Common, May 23. The team went first to the bat and knocked out the balls which Kidder served up for 4 runs. Hoppy also showed good stick work At the end of the first halt of the eighth in- ning Somerville led Hopkinson, 12— 8. Hoppy then batted in 2 runs, errors being largely responsible. The Hop- kinson manager had failed to secure any police protection and the crowd had almost encircled the diamond. The um- pire refused to act. A ball was hit over first base behind the crowd. With two men on bases, Moore attempted to throw home without being able to see the plate on account of the howling mob about first. The ball went wild and into the crowd on the other side, allowing the two men to score. The umpire still declined to try to secure a fair field, whereupon Captain Jones led his team off the field. Although the grounds for protest were quite sufficient our execu- tive committee refused to have one en- tered, wishing to avoid the reputation which “kicking” brings to a school. The umpire gave the game to Hopkin- son, 9—0, and as a result Somerville, B. L. S. and Hopkinson, are tied for 3rd posit ion in the League. English High, 13; Somerville High, 0. Tufts Oval, May 30. “The best of players has his off days.” This all absolutory expression, as much overworked as it is, is recognized as a truth in the baseball world. It is as rare as it is unfortunate, however, that almost an entire steady-playing team goes wrong and has a day ot muffs, fumbles and unavailing assaults upon the air. This was what happened to the Somerville team in the English I Iigh game. The ever intense baseball rivalry between the schools increased since Somerville was admitted into the senior football league. What little en- thusiasm there was at the first of the game soon died out in the holiday crowd who came to see good baseball and cared little who might win. Proper sup- port by the school crowd would surely have made some difference. English High started in by sending a man across the rubber. There was no more scoring until the 4th inning when the boys from Boston began to land on the ball for hits that were safe in almost any place. There were enough errors put down against the Somerville players to spoil records well won in the previous games of the league series. Nor could the boys find the ball for more than 3 safe hits. Patch pitched a steady uphill game against a hard hitting crowd and fielded his position well. ML support was so poor that he had good reason for being discouraged and calling Captain Jones to the box in the 8th inning. The monotony of things was relieved by Earnham’s phenomenal catch after a long sprint for the ball. Cassidy kept his record clean. The result gives E H S. second place, which should have gone to Somerville after holding Cambridge by a score of 3—2. ENGLISH IIIG ii. 1 SOMERVILLE 1 in.ii. po a e ab bh po a e| al hh Kend‘ken,c 5 0 3 1 0| Hub bard ,2 5 1 1 1 3 Alex’der, 3 5 3 1 3 2 Patch, pcf 5 1 1 4 1 Packard, cf 5 0 2 0 1 1 Jones, cf p 4 0 3 0 1 Riley, 2 4 1 2 1 1 1 Fisher, 1..3 0 7 0 o J.Murphy,s 3 0 3 1 01 Murphy, s..3 0 0 2 0 Dolan, 1... .3 1 10 0 2 1 Harts, r 3 0 0 0 0 Steph’s’n, If 5 4 5 0 0 i Cassidy, 3..3 0 •7 2 0 Kuhns, r—5 0 0 0 0 i Farn’m, If 4 0 i 0 2 Kennedy, p.4 1 1 3 0 | Tinkh’m.c4 1 9 0 2 Totals 39 10 27 9 6| Totals.. .34 3 24 9 10 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 37 Innings ...........1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 English High....... 1 0 0 4 0 2 5 1 —13 Runs—English High, 13. Two-base hil—Alex- ander. Stolen bases—Dolan (2), Stephenson, Kuhns, Jones. Murphy, Harts. First base on balls —Jones, Murphy, Harts, Cassidy, Riley, Murphy, Dolan, Murphy (E. H. S.). Passed balls Tinkliain, Kemlricken. Struck out—Murphy, Harts, Murphy (E. H. S.), Dolan, Kennedy (3), Riley, Kuhns. Um- pire—Pendleton. Time, 2 h. Attendance, 800 League Standing. Cambridge High and Latin has won the cup by clean, hard baseball. The following table shows the games which each team won and lost, also the stand- ing:— CLUB. Sff X- r i; iT )T f s -1 S' G 7T 1 S' 2 1 2 x —1 z £ ? 1,0 A Cambridge H L 1 1 1 1 i 1 5 English High 0 1 1 1 1 4 Somerville 0 0 0 1 1 2 Hopkinson 0 0 1 01 1 2 Boston Latin 0 0 0 1 1 1 2 Brookline High 0 0 0 0 0| 0 Lost 101 1 3 3 3 1 5 Individual Averages. The following is a table of the batting and fielding averages of the ball team in league games : BATTING. A.B. R. 11.II. T B AV. Patch.............18 21 5 7 11 333 Hubbard...........25 25 7 7 7 280 Harts.............33 17 7 4 G 235 Moore.............38 5 2 1 1 200 Murphy............41 1G 3 3 3 187 Cassidy...........42 22 3 4 5 182 Fisher............51 21 7 3 3 143 Jones.............55 18 4 2 2 111 Farnham..........545 13 3 1 1 077 Tinkham...........57 1G 4 1 1 062 FIELDING. P.O. A. K. T.C. AV. Cassidy............... 8 10 0 18 1,000 Moore................. 1 0 0 1 1,000 Fisher................44 5 3 52 942 Tinkham...............47 4 4 55 927 Patch................. 3 13 2 18 888 Murphy................ 2 10 2 24 857 Jones.................10 3 3 1G 813 Farnham................ 4 0 15 800 Harts ................ 3 0 1 4 750 Hubbard............... 3 11 7 21 GGG Skilton of Hopkinson led the batters of the league and Patch was well up in the first half of the list. Fisher was fourth of first basemen. Hubbard's errors in the E. II. S. game gave him last place among the second basemen. His average does not show the fine game of which he is capable. Cassidy leads the third basemen, having played the series without an error. Murphy is third of 7 shortstops. The averages of Patch and Clarkson, the league’s best pitchers, show them tied for 2nd in the list. The comparative averages of the out fielders are not high, but this is ex- cusable on account of their fine ground covering, especially that of Jones. Of the catchers, Tinkham is 3rd. Notes. The English freshmen have defeated the Latin juniors 26 to 11. The team beat C. M. T. S. at base- ball by a score of 8 to 6 on May 20. The mile run at Apollo Garden was captured by Kanaly on Memorial Day. Patch is twirling, Saturdays, for the North Weymouth A. A., with Bail be- hind the bat. Jennings was on scratch in the quarter mile and Ashton in the half. Both won handily. Knight qualified for the final round of the tennis tournament at Tufts. He was beaten by Hains. Score—6-4, 6-4, 6-4. Saunders is playing a great game at shortstop on Brown’s crack nine. He helped his team to down Yale and the crimson. The executive committee recently decided to cancel all games after May 30, because of the risk of running the association into debt. If you follow the Harvard freshmen games you have no doubt noticed that Storey is always credited with a home run, a 3 bagger or one or two 2 base hits. Somerville’s athletes were conspic- uous at the Memorial Day sports on the Lake Walden track. Eaton ran from scratch in the 100-yards, taking second place. He was also scratch man in the broad jump, which he won with the creditable distance of 21 feet, 1 1-2 inches. 38 SOM HR VILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. Latin High School. HEAD MASTER. -George I.. Baxter, A. M., 27 Warren A VC. MASTER. Frank M. Hawks� , A. M., 257 School S'. SUB-MASTER. Charles T. Murray, a. M., 28Franklin St. FIRST ASSISTANT. Saraii W. Fox, 82 Highland Ave. ASSISTANTS. Francks Kaan, 12 Pleasant Ave. Kcdoka Mokky, 22 St. .James Avo., Boston. Lena Gilbert, 51 Elmwood St. Florence II. Paul, a. B., 120 Summer St. It. ADELAIDE WITH AM, A. B., (32 Highland Ave. SENIOR CLASS. Bowers, Bertha L......................17 Prescott St. Bowker, Ella W........................2 Hillside Ave. Bray, Bertha...................98 Professor’s Row. Carr, Addle P.........................33 Laurel St. Clark, Georgian;! M ..................60 Central St. Countwav, Gussic S....................28 Robinson St. Dcnsinore, Elizabeth.........................Porter St. Drouct, Ada...........................Hotel Colson Eaton, Florence A.....................oo Vlnal Ave. Elston, Mabel K.......................21 Greene St. Fales, Aunlta N.......................It: Monmouth St. Glldden, Anna K........... ...........380 Broadway. llarmer, Mary S ......................is Adams St. Hodgkins. Helen A..................... . IsSCentral St. Hooper, Blanche II.............124 Professor’s Row. Kathan, Mande C....................... 27 Cherry St. Keeler, Alice M......................128Central St. Kennard, Agnes F......................14 Arlington St. Keyes, Bertha K.......................4ii Thurston St. Kingman, Lucy S...................404 Highland Ave. Maddox, Susie L.......................7 Knapp St. Marshall, Jessie P....................4(3 Chester St. McAllister, Florence L................23 Wallace St. Mullikcn, Gertrude A..................G Bolton St. Osborne, Mary F.......................67 Boston St. Page, Annie L.........................(35 Albion St. Plaistcd, Helen F.....................4 Vlnal Ave. Preston, M. Belle.....................51 Jaqucs St. Small, Grace A...................248A Highland Ave. Stearns, Lillian J...............395� Highland Ave. Thomas, Frances B...............5� Gilman Terrace. Tnkcy, Eva V..........................25 Boston St. Walker, Florence H.... ...............26 Wallace St. -♦Willies. Florence 1.................24 Crocker st. •Bennett, Francis A...................248 Medford St. Bray, Compton D....................98 Prolessor’s Row. Doyle, Lonls C.......................29 Berkeley St. Fafnum, Clarence S........................58 Otis St. Harts, Chester L........................12 Maple St. Hills, Anbrev A.........................20 Tufts St. Kauht, F. Edward...................38 Rlchdale Ave. Kenlston, Ralph II...................16 Berkeley St. McDonald, William T.................43 Greenville St. •McLean, John A......................12 Pinckney st. Meyer. Harold A...................... 110 Perkin’s St. Moore, Fred A............................10 Grant St. Murphy, CorneMus A.....................69 Jaqucs St. Phillips, Franklin F., Jr............211 Holland St. •Purcell. Herbert W...............654 Somerville Ave. Smith, Walter J......................319 Broadway. Snowman, IJmvood E......................32 Sewall St. Smrtevant, Wilder L................78 Columbus Ave. Vlnal, Eugene R..................... 355 Med lord St. graduate. Waite, Carleton G................ 124 Highland Ave. JUNIOR CLASS. Bennett, Hazel........................... 41 Putnam St. Bouncy, Theresa E................... 7 Hancock St. I.rowe, Florence I......................16-3 Central St. Byam, Mercy P.............................7 Melvin St. Carpenter, J. Grace...................... 3 Centre St. Carter, Olive 1..........................22 Porter St. Carty, R. A. F.......................... 89 Gilman St. chip’man, Martin T.......................166 North St. Farrell, Gertrude S.. .........8 Grandview Ave. Ford, Margaret E. G................. 13 Sherman St. Gibbs, Ethel M..................453 Somerville Ave. Gilchrist, Grace M.......................70 Cralgic St. Hall, Carrie A...........................39 Quincy St. Kendall, Marcella F ..................... 55 Oxford St, Kinsman, Nathalie E..............................20 Jaqucs st. Lewis, Eva.................................20 William St. Lyon, Alice F................................392 Broadway. McCoy. Florence L.........................62 Main S t. McGa’nn, Helen 1.........................45 Putnam St. McLellan, E. Marion. .............3(3 Wlnsor Road. Mellow, Isabelle M................475R Medford St. Muiiroe, Carrie J........................70 Myrtle St. Noyes, Elsie A.....................22 Robinson St. Pearson, Alice M...........................76 Wallace St. Pearson, M. Jeannette.................... 63 Prescott St. Perry, Mary A........................... 69 Marshall St. Piper, Mary S—.................................71 Sycamore St. Raymond, Marlon DeB..................... 20Cr ekerSt. Sears, Alice W..................... 25 Dartmouth ot. Scars, Lucy D.................................25 Dartmouth St. Stowers, Sadie G.........................Sss Medford St. Thompson, Inu G......................... 202 School St. True, Helen E ...........................140 Holland St. Velio. Lillian C.........................336 Summer St. Vinton, Gertrude F.......................24 Park Ave. Westgate, Elizabeth M...................3s Charnwood Road. Whitaker. Sarah B ................ 394 Medford St. Williams, Rosamond C...............28 Rlchdale Ave. Wilson, Stel’a A.........................00 Albion St. Woodman, Sarah M.........................fil Putnam St. Woodward, Beatrice..................8 Oakland Ave. Arnold, Edward 0.........................56 School St. Bartlett, Samuel T— 170 Curtis St. Bennett, Robert..............................II Putnam St. Brown, Chester II......................... 15 Day St. Colpilt, Edwin R.........................15 Quincy St. Fisher, William E....................... 26 Hancock St. Flynn, J. Frank.................... 1 Trcinont Place. Funcke, Frank A .........................296 Beacon St. Graham, Alexander...................26 Bonner Ave. liaartz, John C .........................29 Wallace St. Hainan, Wiliam J............................363 Beacon St. Kimpton, Arthur R ....................... 3 Union St. Leavitt, Horaee II., Jr..................30 Adams St. Mercer, William L. Jr...............342 Broadway. Milner, John G.....................82 Highland Ave. Nichols, Robert ......................... 26 I.oringSt. Robertson, WalterE.............223A Somerville Ave. Ryan, William A...... ....................6 Spring st. Sanborn, C. Ashton R...............105 Highland Ave. Shearer, G. Grant........................S3 Belmont St. Spline, Robert K............................139 Lowell St. Stackpole, Charles A.................... 60 Preston St. Wilkins, Samuel II., Jr..................19 Dover St. WolH, Lester T...........................73 Hall Ave. Works, Austin M.......................... 12A Otis St. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR. 39 SOPHOMORE CLASS. FRESHMAN CLASS. Baldwin. Lillian II.... Barker. Helen A........ Batchclder, Mary K..... Berry, Alloc B ........ Brackett, Rita F....... Brown. Bertha K........ Browne, Mary L......... Burt. Florence A....... Connor, Julia T........ Currier, Rebecca C..... Damrell, Kmma M........ Daniels, Marlon ....... Dearborn, Nellie G..... Eldridge. Natalie SI... .. Frazier, Julia A....... Garland, Mary B........ Gilman, Grace B........ Grant, Gertrude M...... Grimes, Marv K......... Grove, Kstelia W ...... Ilovt, Kditb L......... Hull, Cora I........... Jones, Kthclyn L....... Jouett. Blanche I...... Lincoln, Mildred F..... Lord, Gertrude K....... Lyon, Caroline M....... Marshall, Lulu A....... McElwce, Lena II....... Merrill, Esther W...... Moses, S. Edith........ Mulllken, Edith F...... Norton. Louisa M....... Nve, LallaC............ Rhine, Blanche L....... Paon, Frances.......... Perkins, Octavia M..... Ralph, Marlon E........ Rand, Alice C.......... Richards, Ruth......... Russell, Helen L....... Saunders, Louise M... Shearer, Jessie K........ Starkey, Helen M....... Sturtcvant. Ethel P.... Trueman, Winifred M.. Ward, Katharine........ . Wilkins, Alice G....... Yclland, Harriet L..... ...118 Highland Ave. ......431 Broad wav. ......40 Prescott st. —107 Highland Ave. .......1C Greene St. ... 14 Grandview Ave. ....lSWirslow Ave. .....29 Appleton St. ....... 25 Church St. .....228 Medford St. ......107 Belmont St. .....93 Concord Ave. .....8 Hillside Park. ......... 47 Beach st. ....23 Winslow Ave. ........32 Beacon st. .......4t Chester st. ........37 Lowell St. ......53 Madison st. .........63 Avon St. ....75 Mt. Vernon St. ........22 Bolton St. ....... 51 Cherry St. .......37 Chester St. ........44 Heath st. ....55 Springfield St. ......44 Morrison St. .......11 William St. ---359 Highland Ave. .....339 Summer St. ........7 Cambria St. .........G Bolton St. ........5 Gorham St. .....12 Sartwcll Ave. .....21 Concord Ave. ..........16 West St. ....73 Partridge Ave. — 233 Highland Ave. ---226 Highland Ave. ..........44 Dav St. .....IIP, Marshall St. ..... 16 Summer St. ......33 Belmont St. ......... 161 Elm St. ....78 Columbus Ave. ......145 Summer St. ....9 Eastman Place. .........19 Dover St. ...........5 High st. Bryant, Harold J....... Butters, Harold A...... Cain. Laurence......... Currier, Frank K....... Davis, Dalton H........ Flelgchner, Chester O— Flcisehncr. Herbert E — French, Edward S....... Hepburn, James J., Jr... McGann, Pierce P....... Merrill, Carle J....... Moses, Guy P........... Mulloncy, John F....... Nichols, John R........ O’Leary, A. Leonard.... Proctor, Clarence I)... Proctor, G. Waldo...... Saunders, .Alfred J.... Shepard, Charles F..... Story, Joseph M........ Temple, Ralph L........ Wentworth, Everett G.. - Wheeler, Frank C....... Whiting, James G....... .....28 Cutter Ave. ..... 19 Church St. .....112 Broad wav. .....38 Putnam St. .......75 Pearl St. .....32 Wallace St. .....32 Wallace St. ......60 Adams St. 226 Somerville Ave. ....45 Putnam St. ....339 Summer St. ......7 Cambria St. ....57 Elmwood St. ..6 Westwood Road. ......47 Vinal Ave. ......54 Spring St. .......44 Spring St. ....16 Summer St. .....62 Vinal Ave. ....21 Linden Ave. ....16 No. Wyatt St. ........22 Flint St. ......21 Walter St. ...61 Mt. Vernon St. Whitman, Arthur I)....................242 Highland Ave. Yorko. Elbert 1........................40 School St. Arnold, Florence E.....................78 Park St. Baker, May II..........................12 Adams St. Beniamin, Edith G......................18 Grove St. Bickford, Ruth M...................83 Partridge Ave. Bolton, Grace I..........................Ill Hudson St. Brldgham, Glayds R....... .........42 Highland Ave. Briggs, Josephine M..............9 Winter Hill Circle. Burroughs, Blanche L...............21 Warren Ave. Burroughs, Ethel.........................II Landers St. Carleton. Edith G.....................112 Belmont St. Farrar. Marlon II......................12 Adams St. Gow, Lucy A........................... 42 Franklin St. Green, Florence........................II Cambria St. Greene. Olivia C.......................21 Berkeley St. Harrlgan, Mary E.......................20 Church St. Hollis, Ethel........................................87 SumnurSt. Jones. E lna P.........................27 Porter St. Kanaly, Ada E..........................28 Beacon St. Kilmer, Sarah W.....................................420 Broadway. Leavitt, Almlra F..........................30 Adams St. Lowery, Beatrice ......................26 Preston St. Massey. Grace.................................7 Cypress St. Merrill, Florence G.........................339 Slimmer St. Nangle, Mary A.........................131 Albion St. Neales, Mary N ........................49 Irving St. Ornc, Marion F................ .43 Fairmount Ave. Plimpton, Florence II..................19 Warren Ave. Rice, Olive B..........................33 Grant St. Robertson, Beatrice R..................71 Park St. stone, Alma I)......................... 25 Brook St. Whlton, Mildred..............................45 Webster St. Bentlng, Reginald A..........................131 Hudson St. Blake, William C..............................II Morgan st. Cummings. Francis S....................251 Elm St. Davis, Arthur R........................39� Elm st. Dean, Frederic S....................... s Madison St. Dickinson. Alfred W................35 Brastow Ave. Doughtv, James E................359 Somerville Ave. Fitzgerald, Edwin P.................... 72 Vine St. Gallagher, Alfred A................13 Houghton St. Garland, Chester 0..................... 76 Porter St. Gilbert, Percy C.......................51 Elmwood St. Goode, Richard H...................3� Brastow Ave. Hegarty, Joseph G..................10 Mountain Ave. Hopkins, George It..................... f6 Derby St. Howard, Harris G...................27 Thorpe Place Jennings. William..............................5 Dimlck St. Kanaly. Leo. T......................... 28 Beacon St. Klley, Leonard M...................48 Brastow Ave. King, Lc Roi M.....................29 Raymond Ave. Lawson, Warren G....................... lOl'Summer St. Mahoney, Joseph P..................299 Highland Ave. Marshall. Dudley B..............48 Professors’ Row. McCoy, Wallis A........................62 Main St. McCrossan. Charles L..................127 Tremont St. McKenna, William II..........................292 Lowell St. Merrifleld, Chester A..................24 Cutter Ave. Morrison, Gordon.......................34 Avon St. Nichols, Charles E...............6 Westwood Road. Niles, Harold 1........................45 Walnut St. Purdy, Asa K....................... 37 Webster Ave. Rand, Chester.........................316 Highland Ave. Sanders. Fred S........................1C Montrose St. Smith, William A...................28 Arlington St. Stevens, Damon B.......................45 Kidder Ave. Stevens, Walter L., Jr..................5 Kenwood St. Tarbox, Fred E.........................30 Austin Si. Taylor, Spencer II......................9 Svcamore St. Webber, Philip R.......................63 Wallace St. Widtfelt, Walter B.....................2 Ivaloo S’. Wright, Joseph M......................18 Buckingham St. 40 SOMERVILLE IIIGII SCHOOL RADIATOR. English High School. HEAD MASTER. -Ciiaki.es T. C. Whitcomb, A. M., 12 Highland Avc. MASTER. .John A. A very, a. b., 68 Columbus Avc. SUB-MASTERS. Everett W. Tuttle, Fred O. Small, A. B., William I. Coktiikll, a. B., Harry L. Jones, Howard W. Poor, A. B., William 11. Godfrey, Ph.B., Union Square Hotel. 4ft Vlnal Avc. '20 Madison St. IftT Highland Ave. 34 Bow St. Needham. HEAD ASSISTANT. A. Marion Merrill, «2 Highland Avc. ASSISTANTS. Mary l Anderson, B. S., Esther Bailey, a. B., a. Laura Batt, B. S., M. Jessamine Dixon, Mary p. Hitchcock, Lucy Inoram, Carrie a. Marsh, A.B., Eda L. Nichols, O. B., Maria B. Smith, M. Helen Teele, a. B., Susie L. Sanborn, Ph.B., Laura A. Davis, 4 Grand View Avc. 1172 Mass Avc., Arlington. G2 Highland Ave. 122 Orchard St. 39 Cedar St. 4 Grand View Ave. 4 Grand View Avc. 66 Putnam St. 14 Spring Hill Terrace. •23 Central St., Arlington 18 Stlckncy Ave. The Caldwell, Arlington. SENIOR CLASS. Angeli, Pcrle L......................63 Marshall St. Bailey, Vesta L.......... ...........806R Elm St. Bearse. Hattie V..........y..........43 Cutter St. Beckwith, b'ranees L................. 30 Boston St. Blake, Etta F...................S09 Washington St. Boynton, Beula F.....................'22 Summer St. Brown, Alvanora H....................99 Summer St. Brown, Mary A........................1 29 Central St. Carter, Ellie W.....................GO Central St. Challic, Beulah C....................109 Pearl St. Chase, Jonnv B. II...................2o Preston St. Clay, Ethel M....................12 Kensington Ave. Cutter, Grace E......................31 Cutter Ave. Davis, Julia Q....................13 Mt. Vernon St. Day, Abide L.........................13 Ham let St. Doherty, Elizabeth V.................ftfj Trull St. Dunton, Lucilc M.................. ..100 Flint St. Ewing, Jennie 1......................27 Moreland St. Fales, Helen 1....................31 Winslow Ave. Gale, Evelyn T....................lo Brastow Ave. Grant, Nellie E.... .................35 Florence St. Guild, Ethel M.................32ft Washington St. Hamilton, Gertrude S.................OS Allston St. Handy, Florence B....................16 Lincoln St. Harris, Ada E..................... 33 Mt. Vernon St. Hatchard, Aurelia B..................25 Quincy St. Hobbs, Carolyn J............................... 299 Broadway. Hopkins, Lillian M...................ftO Cralgle st. Howe, Frances L................................263A Broadway. Heuslls, Annie S................367 Somerville Ave- Joyce, Anna E. ..... .................28 Quincy St. Kendall, Rebecca A..............................338 Broadway. King. Florence G.....................107 Cross St. King, Grace I................ 9 Prospect Hill Avc. Ktlcnen, M. Olive....................69 Walnut St. Lamb, Elizabeth...................31 St. James Ave. Lamb, Louise A ...................31 St. James Ave. Lambert. Ethel H......................22 Hamlet St. Locke. Helen M............... 11 Prospect Hill Ave. Lord, Katherine G. F..............63 Columbus Ave. MacDonald, Ethel 1...................41 Sewall St. Manning, Clam A......................32 I.ake St. Marccau, [.aura M....................8 Madison St. Mayhew, E. Marjorie..................2 Thurston St. Newell, Grace........................60 Oliver St. Newsom, Lynda M......................71 Sycamore St. Nichols, Mildred A...................26 Loring St. Nickerson, Harriet II.... ...........334 Broadway. Patch, Florence E....................3ft Irving st. Peavev, Laura E...................21 Westminster St. Perry, Mabel L....................310 Highland Avc. Phipps, Laura E......................7J Vlnal Ave. Pratt, Maud II.......................ft! Lowell St. Pushce, Beryl...... .................43 Chester St. Reed, Georglc E......................32 Chandler St. Remington, Lena M....................21 Harvard St. Richardson, Electa M.................14 Morgan St. Ktvlnius, A. Laura.............G42A Somerville Ave. Rowell, Bertha E.....................91 Oxford St. Sanborn, Florence G...............11 Oakland Ave. Sanborn. N. Leslie................42 Greenville St. Shaw, Lena M.........................11 Jasper St. Taylor, Cora A....................49 Dartmouth St. Thomas, Grace H......................38 Banks St. Tufts, Ruth..........................37 Heath St. Waldron, Helen M.....................21 Heath St. Wheeler, Ethel C.....................ftft Cross St. White, Mabel E...................14 Montgomery Avc. Wlnshlp, Edna E......................74 Perkins St. Clara a. Johnson, a. b., Mary F. Cakrick, Etta G. Seavf.r, a. B., Bp.rtha P. Marvel, Hila Helen Small, a. B., Harriet E. Tuell, Ph.D., Bessie L. Forbes, Susanna B. Harrington, 177Central St. 27 Bclvldcre St., Boston. Hotel Colson. 13 Greenville St. 248A Highland Ave. 54 Putnam St. 92 Orchard St. 47 Cedar St. STUDENT TEACHERS. H. Gertrude Crosby, 17 Union Park, Boston. Fredrika Moore,A. B., 7 Irving Terrace Cambridge. Henry B. Sellon, Janitor, 9 Stlckncy Avc. Chandler, Willard I) Clarke, George G — Covenev, Edward L. Doyle, Edgar W...... Farrell, Philip J ... Grant, Leslie R..... Rale. Herbert U..... Hamblin, Frank S... Hatch, George W... Hill, A. Philip..... Hosmer, Ralph 1! .. Howard, Seth C. C.. Kimball. Ernest R... Lamb. Thomas........ Lewis, Clifford B... Logan, William J... Lombard, Lewis...... Merrill,Charles F... Perry, Ralph F...... -Peters, Robert I — Pierce, Ward I...... ......4ft Jaques St. ....31 Berkeley St. ....73 Marshall St. ....29 Berkeley St. ....109 Lin wood St. —20 Pleasant Ave. ........73 Park St. ......30 Walnut St. — id Wheatland St. — lftft Sycamore St. ...51 Mt! Vernon St. .......89 Cedar St. ....SI Warren Ave. .... 33 Putnam St. ....48 Kidder Ave. ......‘27 Alpine St. ..62 Evergreen Ave. ..47 Falrmount Ave. .....33 Gilman St. 10 Wlgglesworth St. ......117 Pearl St. WHEN YOU SEE A GOOD THING, BUY IT. THE REYNOLDS SHOE, 13 BOW STREET, UNION SQUARE, SOMERVILLE, CARRIES JUST WIIAT YOU WANT. 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