Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 262 of the 1901 volume:

CONTENTS OF OCTOBER RADIATOR. Our New Teachers,..................Frontispiece Editorials,................................. 3 Awheel in Scotland,...........................5 The One Romance of Corporal O’Shea,...........7 t William McKinley, ----------- 9 At the Eleventh Hour,........................10 His “ Cewpud,” 12 Our New Teachers,............................ 4 The Worm Will Turn,..........................15 Exchange Notes, - 17 Latin Notes, ------------- 18 English Notes,.............................. 19 Athletics. 20 m HELEN E. HARDING. GEORGE M. HOSMER. EMMA C. PRICHARD. BERTHA P. CHASE. JONATHAN LEONARD. GRACE C. PRATT. ELLA D. GRAY. MABEL C. BOWMAN. i 86580 ir'J' THE RADIATOR SOMERVILLE LATIN AND HIGH SCHOOLS j£u ft ■ ■ SV p r ATO‘ VOL. XI. Somerville, Massachusetts, October, 1901. No. 1. The Radiator is published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year, and 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 mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign full name (this is for reference only). Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. Manuscript must be accompanied by necessary postage to insure its return. Terms, 75 Cents per Year Single Copies, JO Cents EXCHANGE EDITOR. ALICE B. BERRY, L. II. S.. 1902. BUSINESS .TANAflER. H. DELANO LORING, K. II. S.. 1902. ASSISTANT BUSINESS HANAOER, CHARLES E. NICHOLS. L II. S., 1903. • TREASURER. F. KEELER RICE, E. H. S., 1902. SOMERVILLE JOURNAL PRINT EDITOR-IN-CHIEF, LAURENCE T. CAIN, I,. II. S-. 1902. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. FLORENCE L. BE MIS, E. II. S., 1902. SPORTING EDITOR. EDWARD S. FRENCH, I.. It. 8., 1902. STAFF ARTIST. PERCY H. UNDERHILL, E. H. S., 1902. Cl.ASS EDITORS. LATIN SCHOOL. HERBERT E. FLEISCHNER, 1902. DUDLEY B. MARSHALL, 1903. RICHARD D. BELL, 1904. ENGLISH SCHOOL. RALPH D. CLEVERLY, 1902. JAMES A. McCOY, 1903. GIRARD C. BEAN, 1904. TI'ACHKRS and students, greeting: With this first issue of the Radiator, vc embark on our literary career. We have noticed in the past years the steady improvement of our High School paper, each succeeding year seeing the standard of literary excellence gradually advancing, until now the Radiator is recognized as one of the leading High School publications in the country. It will he our earnest endeavor during the com- ing year to attain and. if possible, to surpass the high standard reached by our predecessors. We know that the financial management of the paper is in good hands, and we shall have no trouble on that score; but what of the literary possibilities? As is well known, the greater part of our writers have been graduated with last year's class, and this year we are under the disadvantage of having to discover new ones. So, ye of literary aspirations, here is your opportunity. You have a chance to make your reputation. Will you accept it? P. p, P. P. JT is fitting, in the columns of this patriotic High School paper, that we say a word regarding our martyred president. William McKinley. Wc will pass over the tragic and painful circumstances that -i m FEC 4 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR led to such an untimely end. The newspapers have already too thoroughly reviewed these details. William McKinley’s name will go down to pos- terity as that of one of our greatest presidents. He deservedly ranks with Washington and Lincoln. How well we recall the great crises in political affairs through which our noble president carried us so triumphantly. But it is not of his great qualities as a statesman we would speak; it is of his qualities as a man. His whole public career was marked by kindness, consideration, and courtesy, and not a tinge of scandal ever rested on his fair name. In fact, he was the ideal of an upright American gentleman. In his last moments he acted with the same calm trust in God's will that had characterized his life throughout. When the realization of death came upon him, with grand Christian fortitude, which did not shrink from the hardest ordeal, he turned toward the grief-stricken group about him, and murmured softly, Good-by, all. good-by. It is God’s way. His will be done.” And thus died William McKinley, the twenty- fourth president of the United States, shot down in the summer of his greatness, in this enlightened century, and in this land, the seat of freedom and the haven of the oppressed. It is terrible to know that one worthless traitor can so shock the whole world, and plunge our beloved country into uni- versal mourning. The assassin will soon pay the penalty of his crime, and then the last scene of this terrible tragedy will have been enacted, but the memory remains and the realization that no public official is safe from the murderous hand of these so-called anarchists. This is the third president we have lost: this is the third time our country has been disgraced by the most atrocious of crimes. Let us pray God it will be the last. K K S we advance in our literary work, and manu- script begins to accumulate, we can appreciate how very inconvenient it has been for our prede- cessors to have been lacking in that requisite for good business-like work,—an office. We know this subject has been agitated and harped upon many times in the past, but as the poet says,— “Though old the thought and oft expressed, Tis his at last who says it best.” Thus do we try our fortune with the rest, and make one final appeal. We do not ask for tele- phone or telegraph connections, nor do we demand a carpeted door or a roll-top desk. All we desire is a small room containing the necessary office re- quirements, where, apart from the bustle and noise of the world, we may quietly peruse the verses of a would-be Shakespearean poet, or study the essays of some second Carlyle. We know that many of our contemporary high school papers have offices; hence we ask. Is not the Radiator worthy of one? r. pLRUAPS the chief essential to a football team’s success is the enthusiasm shown by its sup- porters. Every team will be cheered and cheered again when some great play has been made, and the supporters of that team will become wild with jov. But the other team, the losers, do they get cheered? Perhaps sometimes, but it is the exception. Its rooters sit glum and silent, while the poor lx� ys on the gridiron, cast down by their losses, and with no cheers to rouse their spirits, keep gradually losing ground. ()ccasionally a faint cheer is heard, but it dies out quickly. Now a team is far more in need of sympathy and enthusiasm when the tide of conflict is turning against it. So, in the coming football games, cheer at all times. Do not confine your enthusiasm and encouragement to victory; make it all the more heartv in defeat. It will put new life into the boys, and spur them on to greater effort. K K 'J'HE football season has again opened, and never with such bright prospects for the champion- ship. With our sturdy Graham and our redoubta- ble Jones we have a team that is hard to beat. We hope the patronage of the games will be as large as, if not larger than, in former years, for good finances are one of the chief ends to a team’s suc- cess. Girls, especially, show your loyalty by turn- ing out in force to every game, for if you come —, but there are some things that need no explana- tion. r QUR leading article this month, entitled Awheel in Scotland, is from the pen of George M. Ilosmer. Last summer Mr. I-Iosmer, with a party of friends, made an extended bicycle tour abroad, visiting France, Belgium, Switzerland, England, and Scotland, and cycling in all nearly 1,700 miles. The reminiscences he gives us of the last-named country are most enjoyable. K K K X 'J'HE Radiator especially desires contributions from the Freshmen. There are many subjects on which our young friends can write. For in- stance, we might suggest that some enterprising ] oet write a poem oti Love” (limited to twenty- five verses), or some other, not poetically inclined, try an essay on The Proper Way to Manage a High School.” Either subject we feel sure would prove most interesting and instructive. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR o AWHEEL IN SCOTLAND. By George cM. Hosmer. E landed at Greenock, where the larger ocean-liners anchor on the Clyde, and were ready to take the train for Glas- gow. Our tickets entitled us to a third-class passage thither by rail. Novel sights began at once. What strange looking locomotives and cars! We never saw engines painted green before, except, perhaps, in pictures; and our new railway coaches seemed to be nothing more nor less than long red or green boxes set on four wheels, and divided off into three or four compartments, in each of which were two seats facing each other, with room for five on a side. Our tickets were collected before we left the station, so that we had no conductor or brakeman to trouble us. To be sure, they could not pass through if they wanted to. for all doors of entrance or exit to the cars were at the sides in each com- partment. with none at the ends. Any intercourse from one car to another was cpiite impossible. When once on the road, we traveled as fast as in America, but. instead of keeping to the right, as the law directs,” we passed all trains to the left. Arrived at Glasgow, we soon discovered that ail teams and trams also passed one another on the left. Our attention was directed naturally to these things, because, as cyclists, we must know the cus- toms that govern passing vehicles. Of course, we learned, too. at once not to speak of the trolley car to any one. but to make all inquiries for the tram. As our hotel was only four or five blocks awav. we wondered whether we had better take the tram or walk. A sight of one of Glasgow’s easy- riding surface cars, with the scats on top, proved too inviting. We climbed the winding stairs at the rear, and viewed our first foreign city. not. to be sure, from the elevated,” though from an elevated position. When the conductor came to collect our fare, we expected, of course, to pay the equivalent of five cents, but all that was wanted for the short distance we were to ride was a half-penny, or one cent. We soon had the pleasure of learning that all fares were strictlv in accordance with the dis- tance ridden. When once we were settled at the hotel, we de- termined to sec the Glasgow Exposition, and pro- posed to go by the subway to the grounds at Kelvinside. The stations on the surface look quite as inviting as the entrances and exits on Bos- ton common. But down below further compari- son is unfavorable for the foreign city. We boarded one of the two cable cars that make up a subwav train, and started off at snail's pace (com- pared with the speed in our own subway) into what seemed to be a large tunnel just a fit for the car and totally dark, except for the scanty light of two or three oil lamps within the car. e could not see to read, but simply waited to be free from the mephitic atmosphere about us. We wondered that we had ever complained about our own subway at home, and resolved, when we heard people deplore our rapid transit accommodations, to tell them they should travel where surface cars move at such a pace that young women never think of stopping them, but simply hop on or off as they please. At last we reached the Exposition, and admired some of the exhibits. Our greatest pleasure, how- ever, came from watching the people. We took seats along the principal walk to see the people stream by, going hither and thither, thousands of them, and not a familiar face. Every one had such a different appearance from the Americans, whether that difference is due to bearing or dress is not al- ways easv to say. The young ladies in our party were naturally surprised at the few shirt waists that were worn, commented on the various styles in hats, and wondered that the Scotch lasses all wore their hair free in the wind. The young men noticed that every Scotchman carried a cane—the man without one was. at any rate, the exception—and no one smoked a pipe. We did not look long be- fore we discovered that we were ourselves objects of observation. We were distinguished from all the native-born as easily as we marked an American the moment we set eves upon him. We spent two or three days doing” Glasgow and the Land of Burns, and then decided to set out northward on a circuit—our wheel trip to Edin- burgh. We were glad to begin preparations for the bicycle tour, which seemed to be the object ot our journey. Our first landmark, or. perhaps better, water- mark. was Loch Lomond, the foot of which was soon reached one morning after a ride of twenty miles. Then followed eighteen more of as fine wheeling as we ever had. or ever expected to have when we first set out. The road was as level and smooth as anv of our best boulevards, and skirted the lake all the wav. The hills rose up abruptly from one side of the road: and across the lake could be seen Ben Lomond towering up above the surrounding summits. We tried to recollect a like stretch of road in America, and were forced to con- fess that the attempt failed. We made up our minds to keep a record of the good roads that we found: two days’ wheeling soon showed it would be less work to keep a record of bad ones, all roads were kept in such excellent repair. Our trip as outlined between Glasgow and Edin- burgh, taking us through the Trossachs. necessi- tated our crossing the lake some miles below its head. We learned that there was a ferry boat at the place, but that the ferryman always stayed on the opposite shore two miles away. How could we hail him? We were told that the primitive fashion of building a fire of brushwood was the usual way SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR (i of attracting his attention. In due course of time our boatman appeared and ferried us across. Before setting out on our six-mile ride awheel to Loch Katrine, we visited Rob Roy's cave, more than a mile off the road. We found the walk a wearisome one, on a rough and narrow path, but a little side excursion that amply repaid our efforts. 'I he cave and the jagged rocks about it, tossed up helter skelter, and the outlook on Loch Lomond 300 or 100 feet below are sights seldom surpassed, and never forgotten. They inspired us with such a feeling that, the longer we looked, the less we thought of our weary walk, and seemed to feel new vigor. Retracing our steps to the place where we had left our wheels, we soon reached Loch Katrine, and boarded the Sir Walter Scott” for a forty-five- minute sail past landmarks made famous in the Lady of the Lake, as Ellen’s Isle and the Lady’s Rock. On the bicycles again, we rode twelve miles farther, and arrived at the town of Callander. Time, 9.30 p. m. Fitch dark by that time, we re- membered. in Boston, but in Scotland on a July evening it was only dusk. We did not have to think of finding a lodging place for the night till nine o’clock approached. The next morning we rode on fifteen miles farther to Stirling Castle, where we spent two or three hours in the middle of the dav: and in the afternoon continued on to Edinburgh, taking in the field of Bannockburn en route. We had traveled but two days on the bicycle: vet advantages of wheeling were in that short time found to equal, if not surpass, in some cases, the ad- vantages of traveling by train, and boat, and coach. We found the beauties of mountain, lake, and stream could be seen as well; for the roads fol- lowed in most places right beside the water, and were exceedingly good. In the 100 miles, more or less, that we rode between the rival Scotch cities, we found but one stretch of only five miles where the road was in poor condition ; and, for the greater part of the distance, we cycled along as easily as if on the Mvstic Lake boulevard. If there were no trains in a district, as cyclists, we could go wher- ever the coaches went. Side trips afoot could be taken in. as well, for the wheels could be left at any house along the way. If there were no roads in a certain region, as along the shore of Loch Katrine, bicycles could be carried on the steamer for a nomi- nal sum. But what if it rained? If it poured hard, we were obliged, of course, to stop; but all other tourists were at the mercy of the weather, too. If it only misted, we donned our rubber capes, made espe- ciallv for cvclists in Scotland, and rode on in com- fort for miles. What did we do about our luggage? Content with one outfit of outside clothing, we could carry on the heads of our bicycles in a con- venient bag all other necessary articles,—the whole not weighing over twelve pounds. But was not such a package a great inconvenience? It is true that when we met a head wind for several hours, the strain was greater: but there was one great ad- vantage in having a bundle over the fore wheel Xo one knows until he has tried it how much easier a bicvclc rides when the weight over the front wheel is more nearly like that over the rear. But was not Scotland very hilly? There were to be sure, manv braes”: yet we did not ride many days before we learned the good |)oints about hills. The great majority of them can. in fact, be ridden after the wheelman has become somewhat hardened to his daily exercise. Those that must be walked, we discovered, had their advantages, for they forced us to a change of exercise, in itself most beneficial. Bringing a new set of muscles into play seemed to rest the tired ones; moreover, every hill climbed meant a coast on the other side sooner or later. And the invigoration to the spirit that we received, as well as the rest to the body, counted for much when we met a descent on which we needed to pedal only one-quarter of a mile in a stretch of three miles. The country, then, we discovered could be seen from the wheel: and we were not long in finding out that we saw the people, too, and in their homes. An experience that befell one of our party when riding alone one day is especially typical as illus- trating the character of many of the Scotch country- folks. Our friend remembers the experience with the keenest pleasure. Acting on the recommendation of a friend, he wanted to take a short excursion up the Yarrow Water one afternoon, and then circle around to the main road again. The side trip proved unique both for scenery and lonesomeness (for a stretch of nearly five miles there was not a single house passed), and when he reached the main road about (• p. m.. he found that he had twenty miles farther to ride to the next town. He had already wheeled fifty miles, more than twenty since dinner. lie was growing hungry. After riding four more miles, lie spied (so he wrote home in a letter) at the top oi a hill ahead a small house, which he hoped might be a place for refreshments. Everywhere along the roads in Scotland are to be found what are called cyclists’ rests,” with aerated waters, etc., for sale. This house proved to be one. The good lady of the house was out front in her garden. She nodded assent to our friend’s inquiry as to whether he could get some bread and milk. He soon found himself seated at a little oblong table in a sitting room, with an open fire before him,—not at all un- comfortable. though in the middle of July. An old decrepit gentleman sat near by, stroking a lit- tle kitten on his lap, and watching a dog that lay- by his side. The good, whole-souled housekeeper waited on the tired and famished cyclist to all the bread and the sweetest milk he wanted, with plenty of preserves, lie ate and listened to the conversa- tion of the aged couple, understanding little that the man said, but most of what the woman said. He finally asked his hostess where she thought he hailed from. Imagine her pleasure when she knew he came from America! She had a son there, and was therefore interested with anything American. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR but especially to know about her relatives. Iler Sliest told her he came from Boston. “And where was Boston? Near Chicago or Toronto?” She had heard of these two places, but never knew there was a city named Boston. Of course, it was not very far from the places familiar to her, as our friend answered the good woman’s questions; for he had met people before in the country districts who knew of cities in the L'nited States only New York and Chicago. The woman would accept but a most meagre sum as pay for her food; ami the way in which she served it could not be paid for. but only treasured as a pleasant memory. At parting she gave our friend a little bag of candy out of her store, and was so interested to see how he carried his clothes when cycling, she came out to the road to examine his wheel. And, as he rode off. she stood watch- ing and waving her hand till he was out of sight at the next descent in the road. Recollecting, then, our impressions of several European countries, we know of none the memo- ries of which are pleasanter than those of Scotland. The people speak a language that can be generally understood, at least in the cities; and, however de- sirous an American may be to learn a foreign tongue, he always welcomes the sound of an Eng- lishman’s voice: and especially so when he has not heard it except from his traveling companions for davs at a time. But, best of all. the inhabitants of Bonnie Scotland are in character very honest— a thing that cannot always be said of Europeans on the continent: and all the members of our party learned from experiences similar to that of our friend that they were exceedingly open-hearted and hospitable. ONE ROMANCE OF CORPORAL O’SHEA. Laurence T. Cain, L.f '02. ORPORAL O’SHEA lay groaning in his narrow cot. It was not that he felt any great pain. O, no, the cor- poral would never groan for that. It was because lie had to lie there with- out moving, while his comrades were all off on the trail. There had been exciting times at Fort Rodney for the last fortnight. Every day brought fresh rumors that the Indians were planning another out- break. and warnings for the soldiers to be ready in case of an emergency. The men were all excited and eager for the fight, and foremost among them was Corporal Teddy O’Shea. Poor Teddy! Just when the crisis was approaching, lie was accidentally and dangerously shot bv a green recruit, and now the surgeon had given orders that he should not stir from his cot for a week, at least. Two days after the accident came the hurried call from Little Ring Ranch, which lay about thirty miles west of the fort. The messenger declared that the Indians in full war paint had surrounded the ranch, and were threatening to fire the whole place if they were not admitted. The occupants, seeing death on all sides, had de- cided to fight to the very last, and. if possible, to hold out until they could get relief from the fort. The cowboy who brought the message had suc- ceeded in getting by the Indians while they were holding a final council to decide the fate of the ranch. No time was to be lost. Every available man was ordered into the saddle, and at a swift gallop they set out for the beleaguered ranch. Nobody thought of Teddy O’Shea, not even the rifleman who had shot him. To be down at a time like this was agony to the broad-shouldered corporal. But then, he had one comfort. Miss Helen, the colonel’s daughter, was at home, and would per- haps come up and see him. Now. Teddy admired all pretty young ladies, but Miss Helen he fairly adored. No work was too menial to perform if she commanded it. Her very word was law. Teddy thought that he found favor in Miss Helen’s eyes, and lie felt very proud of the fact. Lieutenant Nevens. the gayest, happiest young sol- dier at the fort, came in for the lion’s share of at- tention. however, and when the corporal thought of the handsome brown face, the curly hair, and the ringing laugh, he sighed deeply, and muttered, Miss Helen was made for the likes of him, but O, I could die for her!” As his mind was running in this channel, the door suddenly opened, and a red face was poked into the room. Terrence O’Shea. cried the one at the door, what do you mane by being awake, whin the doctor tould ye to go to sleep? I’ll re- port ye for disobeying his orders, I will. Hush. Nora. I couldn’t sleep at all. Say, where is Miss Helen? Is it that willful girl you’re thinking of? Sure, I’m ashamed of vc, Terrence. But. by the way. she wanted to say ye this morning, but I wouldn’t let her. I says: “The doctor says Corporal O’Shea must have sleep,’ says I. ’and you musn’t wake him up.’ ” “O, Nora. groaned the corporal. I’ll never for- give you. Where is she now? 8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Faith, she's gone and saddled the Major and gone for a ride, down to the river, 1 think she said. “Good heavens! exclaimed Teddy, raising him- self on his elbow, “you didn't let her go out at this time alone?” I did. then, replied Xora, “for 1 couldn't help myself. I told her mere was Injuns around, and she laughed, and said. ‘Why, Nora, there's no In- juns this side of Little Ring Ranch, and that's thirty miles away.' So she rode off. She said she'd he back in an hour to sec Mr. Teddy, mind ye.” The corporal’s face grew white as he listened. The idea of Indians catching Miss Helen was something too terrible to think of. It’s all non- sense. said he to himself. She'll be back in an hour, as she said, and then we’ll keep her in till the boys get back. That hour seemed days to Teddy, who lay watch- ing the hands of the clock as they slowly crept around to the hour. As it neared the time and Helen did not return, the corporal groaned. I can’t stand it any longer.” he cried, and sprang out of bed. In a moment he was in his uniform and had donned his heavy cavalry boots. He felt a sharp twitching in his wounded side, but he did not heed it. He took down his long pistols, loaded them, and slung them in his belt. Then painfully he descended the stairs to the kitchen. Xora was there, and so was the colonel’s wife, the latter gaz- ing with anxious eyes across the prairie. On catching sight of Teddy, she burst out sobbing, “O. corporal, what shall we do? What shall we do? O. if her father was only here! ‘ Tell the boys about it when they get hack, the corporal cried as he sprang toward the stable. He bridled his own nag, leaped on her back, and galloped toward the river. On the far side was a small wood, and Teddy knew this was Miss Helen’s favorite haunt. Reaching the stream, he forded it and mounted the opposite bank. His eyes rested on the ground, and. with an exclamation of joy. lie threw himself from his horse. There, indeed, were Miss Helen’s soft footprints, but what were those many other marks all along the bank? It needed but a glance from the corporal’s ex- perienced eve to answer that question. He wheeled his horse about, and at a swift gallop made for the mountains, a mile distant. It seemed to Teddy as though he was moving like a snail. Faster and faster he urged the mare. Finally he reached the base of the mountains. Here, between two shelv- ing ridges, a narrow pass was disclosed, which seemed perfectly familiar to the corporal, who dis- mounted from his horse and crept through on his hands and knees. Reaching the farther end, he cautiously looked forth. The scene that met his eyes would have dismayed even the boldest. There, tied to a tree stump, was Helen, her long hair fluttering in the wind, while about her danced a dozen half-drunken Apaches in full war paint. The coronal's mind was made up on the instant. He retreated to his horse and climbed on her back, ilis face was white, and he muttered, Good-by, Nancy, good-by. Save her for my sake, old girl, for my sake. The mare seemed to understand, and whinnied softly. Teddy rode to the opening of the pass, and then clapped spurs to the mare’s flanks. With a hound she sprang forward. They reached the end of the pass and dashed out into the clearing. W hen Helen saw the horse, she gave a glad cry. hut the Indians had time neither to think nor to act. In a Hash Teddy was off. had cut the thongs from the girl's wrists, placed her on the mare’s back, struck the faithful animal, and all was over. The Indians soon recovered from their stui or. and. with grunts and yells, came rushing up, but Corporal O’Shea stood there without flinching, with a pistol in each hand. “Come on, ye varmints, he cried, I’m ready for you.” ' When the soldiers from the fort arrived some hours later, they found all silent in the pass, and, on entering the clearing, they saw three motionless forms lying side bv side. Two were Apaches, shot straight through the brain ; the third was the form of Teddy O’Shea. Gentlv they lifted him and bore him hack to the fort. He was not dead, but the doctor, when he looked at him. shook his head in doubt. But the magnificent constitution of the corporal overcame all obstacles, and Teddy began to mend. His first visitors were Lieutenant Nevcns and Miss Helen. They came in hand in hand, but, on catching sight of Teddy’s poor, battered face, the girl rushed for- ward and seized the corporal’s hand. “O. Teddy.” she cried, “it’s all my fault. I low can I ever repay vou ? By making yourself happy, my girl. That’s the only way. Besides, it was nothing. It was nothing at all,” said Corporal O’Shea. Resolutions. Whereas, bv the divine will of God. our principal, Mr. Whitcomb, has been bereaved of his beloved father: and Whereas, we have learned with great sorrow of his affliction: be it therefore Resolved, that we tender to him our heartfelt sympathy in his great sorrow; and be it further Resolved, that a copy of the resolutions be sent to Mr. Whitcomb, and be also published in the High School Radiator. PERCY UNDERHILL, President Class ’02. BROOKS CROSBY, President Class ’03. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 9 WILLIAM McKINLEY. By A. D. W.f L.t '02. N Saturday morning, September i i. William McKinley, the twenty-lourtn president ot the United States, died from the effects of wounds received at the hands of an assassin, 'i he event was not unprecedented in the coun- try's history. But it was, in a way, unlike the two similar ones which preceded it. e can under- stand the assassination of Lincoln at a time when sectional feeling ran so high that it made part ot our country almost a foreign nation, imagining our president its bitterest enemy. We can comprehend the murder of Garfield by a half-insane fanatic, but the well-planned, cold-blooded murder of a man who has always shown himself the best friend and most devoted servant of the people, as Mr. Mc- Kinley has, by a man in his normal condition ot mind, acting entirely on his own responsibility, and with certain death staring him in the face if he suc- ceeded,—this is entirely beyond the range of our comprehension. The fact remains; explain it who can. W illiam McKinley was descended from sturdy Scotch and Irish ancestors, the first of whom born in this country was his great-grandfather, who served in the Revolution. The family joined the great Western movement during the last of the cen- tury. and emigrated to Ohio. At Xilcs, in that state, on January 29, 1843, the future president was born, the seventh of nine children. 11 is education included a course in a common school, a local semi- nary, and a partial course in Allegheny College. A short experience at school teaching, an equally short one as post-office clerk followed, and then, two months after the outbreak of the Civil Was. McKinley, then eighteen years of age. joined the Twenty-third Ohio regiment as a private. His service in the war was conspicuous for bravery. He served until the end. being absent only once on a short furlough, and never on a sick leave: he fought with honor in every engagement in which he took part, and his promotion, either for gallantry or technical skill, was steady from private to major, which rank he held when his regiment was mustered out. After the war McKinley abandoned his inclina- tion to remain in the army, at the request of his father, and took up the study of law in Canton, O., in which town he afterwards made his home. He soon entered politics, and was elected prosecuting attorney for his county. From the first he was an ardent Republican. In 1876, and for six terms thereafter, lie was elected and re-elected to the house of representatives, his final defeat being due to an ingenious re-districting of the state by his op- ponents. lie was active and competent in his ser- vices in congress, and was a most useful man to his party, and, as chairman of the Ways and Means committee, gave his name to the famous tariff measure passed by the fifty-first congress. This caused him to be regarded as a national leader of the Republican party, and in 1896 his nomination for the presidency was hailed by the whole party as logical and strong. His career as chief execu- tive needs no comment, a most effective one being furnished by the fact of his recent re-election by a larger plurality than before. In private life Mr. McKinley was a man of at- tractive personality and kind disposition. It has been said that probably no American in public life had fewer personal enemies or was submitted to fewer bitter personal attacks. His married life, al- though it had great sorrows in the death of two children and the invalid condition of his wife, was beautiful in the affection between the strong hus- band and the weak, almost helpless, wife. Mrs. McKinley has the deep and heartfelt sympathy of the whole country, and, in a large measure, of the whole world. ------------------ O Captain! My Captain! () captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all ex- ulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: Rut. O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my captain lies, Fallen, cold and dead. () captain! my captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the Hag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Hear captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You’ve fallen cold and dead. My captain does not answer me, his lips arc pale and still. My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done. From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! Rut I with mournful tread Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen, cold and dead. —Walt Whitman. 10 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR. ‘By A. M. W., Latin School. EXXY MASON sat by the window of his room in the old dormitory, and looked out across the campus. John, the orange man, was slowly making his way through the network ol paths, his sedate little steed stalking along with a degree of dignity that showed him to be fullv aware of the honorable position he occupied as a favorite of the Crimson, and an animal whose privilege it was to precede that proud chariot which the sons of John Harvard had presented to his mas- ter. Now and then a smiling bewhiskered old face peered out from the depths of the cart as John rec- jovs in store for him. In his hand he held a letter. He had pressed it into a crumpled, uneven wad of paper, and time and again he pinched it savagely and angrily. He dared not write home for the money, he told himself. Rut he could not obtain it in any other way. he reasoned. Money he must have, but how. whence? Poor Penny arose and strode rapidly up and down the length of the little room. This was 1 Jenny's first year at Harvard. Being, then, a Freshman, he had indulged in most of the follies common to that animal. He had kept late hours: he had gone in town too often: he had COGAN SHOT A STEALTHY GLANCE AT THE YOUNG FELLOW AND HESITATED. ognized some acquaintance among the passers-by. Once in a while a student strolled by whose ex- cited manner and eager look betokened the coming of some great event. A laundry wagon was pour- ing forth a multitude of newly-laundered shirts and collars; somewhere in the distance a street piano was grinding out cheerfully a few variations of Fair Harvard.’ and an enterprising young Hebrew who had invaded the sacred precincts was selling yard after yard of crimson ribbon and neck- wear. A certain air of suppressed excitement hovered over the place: the game was to come off on the morrow. Benny Mason, as we have already said, looked out upon this scene tinged by the fading light of .the setting sun. The old dormitories and halls, and. in the background, a glimpse of the ivy-robed chapel, seemed to form for the picture a beautiful and artistic frame. Benny’s heart was heavy; the morrow had no moved in a fast set; and now, at the end of the sec- ond month of his college career, he found himself stranded and threatened with a lawsuit. Benny realized that he had been foolish ; also that a sport- ing life docs not agree with a Freshman. If he had come to this conclusion a month earlier—ah, well, we all know those saddest words of tongue or pen”! The strangest part of it all was that our young friend had committed all these misdemeanors in the face of the fact that he roomed with his elder brother Bob. Bob was a Senior. That in itself says much. But when we add that he played tackle on the Crimson eleven, that says a great deal more, and explains, also, why Benny was left too fre- quently to his own devices. Bob was often out of town with the team, and so thoroughly devoted to the cause that lie neglected somewhat the welfare of his younger brother. Witness the result! What ill wind blew Cogan on to the campus just SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 11 at this time Benny never knew. The fact is, Benny didn't know the winds very well, anyway, having devoted the greater part of his high school life to the study of football. lie had never quite under- stood, either, just why the school committee allowed such books as Vergil” in the schools. It is much more important to know the football rules for the season than to be able to state from what j oint of the compass Xotus and his brethren are wont to issue forth. That is indisputable. But some wind or other must have blown the fel- low in through the grim old gate that guards the blessed region, for there he was right in front ot Benny's window, glorious in all the splendor of a new vest, which would certainly, in the diversity of its colors, have rivaled Joseph's famous garment, lie was puffing away at an enormous pipe, and casting glances of pride upon a large bull pup which accompanied him. lie was not at all bad- looking. was Cogan. At first sight you would call him handsome. Then you would pause and re- flect. Finally you would come to the conclusion that you didn’t like his looks. You have seen such chaps: so have I. You can, therefore, form for yourself a mental picture of this one. Cogan was looking for Benny. The latter ap- pearing at his window and nodding permission. Tige—the pup—and his master plunged into the hallwav. and were admitted by Mason, Jr., into his sanctum. Cogan's first words were plain and to the point. “What arc you going to do about it? he asked as iie sank into a chair, and coolly relit his pipe, which had gone out during the journey upstairs. Do about what?” queried Benny, making a mis- erable attempt to appear surprised. “Oh. I know all about it. answered his visitor with a short laugh. Had it from the party him- self, you know, he added. Warned me to be- ware. lest I. also, follow in your footsteps. Savey?” Benny grinned feebly. And wliat are you going to do about it?” pur- sued Cogan. Do? repeated Benny dully. Yes. do! What are you going to do?” I don’t know. Leave town. I guess. Go to South Africa, the Philippines, any old place.” Nonsense, old man. said Cogan. Cheer up. How much do you need?” “Fifty dollars.” replied Benny with a gasp of hor- ror at the enormity of the bill. Cogan laughed loud and long. Is that all? he asked. Bennv looked at him in astonishment. Isn’t that enough?” he said. His visitor was silent a moment. He seemed a trifle uneasy. Mason.” he said abruptly, “Bob is a wonderful player, isn’t he?” Benny looked at the speaker in some surprise. “Of course.” he answered. He’s the support of the team?” “Yes. sir!” replied young Mason proudly, but still mystified. Take Bob away to-morrow, and what would happen?” The game would be lost, was Benny’s prompt reply. He went over and took a position by the window to watch for his brother. The conversa- tion had reminded him that it was almost time for Bob to return from practice. Cogan shot a stealthy glance at the young fel- low and hesitated. As he stood there, leaning against the window sill, stalwart and rugged, and big of limb, he looked so much like honest, true- hearted Bob that the tempter wavered. The strain told upon Tige. He got up from his seat upon the rug. and, going over to Benny, sniffed about his ankles. The boy turned and caught Cogan's searching eye upon him. Come. Cogy,” he said, out with it! When I see that look. I know you want some dirty trick done. Out with it! What is it this time?” Well, Benny. said Cogan very gently, if you want that fifty very bad. if you don’t want your father to know how you’ve wasted the money lie gave you to live upon---- He paused and puffed his pipe carelessly. Go on! cried young Mason eagerly. When Bob comes in and gets his pads off to- night. Cogan continued, you fix that old sore on his knee so that he can’t play to-morrow. An accident, you know. Push the door against it. or something of that sort. Lay him out somehow, and I swear you shall have fifty dollars cash to- morrow night.” From somewhere in the distance came the sound of Harvard cheers. Benny went across the room and opened the door. You must go, Cogan, he said. Bob is coming.” The first half of the great game was over, and the score 12 to 0. in favor of the blue. The little band of Yale rooters clustered in one corner of the bleachers made the air heavy with the sound of their cheering. The Harvard men were strangely silent. Down bv the side lines the Harvard captain and coach were holding a council of war. Without Bobby Mason,” the coach said sadly, we haven’t the ghost of a show.” The captain shook his head mournfully. We haven’t another man that can play in his position.” he said. I can. remarked someone in the circle of men about them, and all eyes turned upon the speaker. It was Bennv Mason. Whv, kid. said the captain kindly, vou re too light. That Yale fellow would kill you.” “Give me a show!” demanded Benny eagerly. 1 only want a show. You can’t be. beaten any worse than you're being beaten now. can you?” The boy’s earnestness amused the big captain. “Let's try him,” he said to the coach. As the kid savs. we can’t be beaten any worse than we are now. There's no harm in it.” Get into vour togs, young Mason!” was all the reply the coach made. But when the boy had 12 SOMERVILLE 1IIGII SCHOOL RADIATOR gone, he remarked, half hopefully, He may do something, after all. lie nearly made the team this fall.” When the referee’s whistle sent its shrill sum- mons across the field. Mason, Jr., was at his brother's post of duty. When the referee’s whistle sounded for the last time, a little group of men were bearing off the field a bleeding, battered mass that bore here,and there a slight resemblance to Benny Mason. And across the lines surged a waving, shrieking crowd of lunatics, eager to catch a glimpse of the jjoor bruised figure upon the stretcher. Bobby Mason sitting in his own room, nursing his knee and cursing his luck, heard a great roar of voices, growing louder and louder, until, look- ing forth upon the campus, he saw four men bring- ing upon a stretcher a limp and apparently lifeless form which instinct told him was Benny. Behind and beside him was a gaping crowd. Up the stairs came the human burden and its bearers. The door opened and they brought him in. Hullo, Bob! said a weak voice coming from the depths of a mountain of bandages. We won after all.” Don’t talk now.” commanded the doctor who had accompanied the triumphal procession. Help him to bed. boys,” he added. But I sav, fellows,” persisted Benny, let me go. I want to punch old Cogan’s head.” He’s a bit groggy, Bob,” said the doctor. Nothing dangerous, you know. He’ll come round in a few minutes. He’s a brother to be proud of. Never mind questions now; you’ll read it in the papers to-morrow. I’m off to patch up the other victims. Good-dav.” Fifteen minutes later Benny rose up in bed. What’s all that noise out there? he asked. Onlv the fellows cheering for you, that’s all,” replied Bob sardonically. II’m! said Benny. We won, after all, you know.” Bob laughed. Judging from this letter,” he said, producing a crumpled piece of paper for his brother's inspection, “and from the full and free confession in regard to Cogan that you’ve been making to the bedpost for the last ten minutes, old man, I should rather say we did win. after all.” “Can you forgive me, Bob?” asked the boy eagerly. Sure,” answered Bob. It’s all my own fault, anyhow. I ought to have kept an eye on you.” And wh—what’ll father say? queried Benny fearfully. Say? Why, my dear young innocent,” replied Bob, just what he said to me three years ago, when 1 was up to the same tricks: ‘Dear son Ben- iamin : Enclosed find check for requested amount. Don’t be so foolish again. Father.’ That’s all.” Benin's eyes opened to an abnormal extent. And 1 11 study three hours every day,” lie said, “and never cut a recitation, and---” That’s enough, old man.” interrupted Bob. Don't add lying to your other sins. Hand me my cane I’m going out to drive those howling idiots off the face of the earth.” HIS “CEWPUD.” By Mary Elizabeth Grimes, L., '02. OR days and days there had been a ceaseless downpour throughout the New England states. There seemed no end to the piles of heavy clouds that, hung so darkly over the cities. Sheets and sheets of water poured down upon the already soaking roofs and pave- ments. making travel in Boston almost impossible. To add to the discomfort, a strong east wind was driving everything and everybody before it. Copley square seemed especially destined to suffer the most severe violence of the storm. There were few who braved the weather to venture out on such a day, yet when the wind seemed to subside for a moment, a form issued from the door- way of the Art Museum. One person, at least, would not be daunted by the storm, which seemed only to blow her soft hair more mischievously across her rosv cheeks, while it kept both hands busy with her umbrella. Grasping it firmly with one hand, she opened it with the other, and soon found herself scurrying towards the library at an unusually rapid rate. Just as she reached its marble steps, the wind suddenly changed, and began blowing her back to her starting point. But it also caught in its grasp another whose umbrella proved the sail that was carrying him to ruin. A sudden tearing of silk and splitting of umbrella ribs warned each of the other’s presence, and both looked in dismav toward the cause of the disaster. But the look of dismay changed rapidly to one of keen delight, then with equal rapidity to cold in- difference. Neither spoke. About one year before this time Helen Dean and Jack Forbes had parted “forever.” The cause was a mystery to all their friends, and probably to them- selves, also, yet so it had been. Both had had leisure to regret the anger of the moment. Jack, among cowboys in the West; Helen, during the long winter of her art studies. Pardon me. Miss Dean. I am very sorry this accident has happened. Will you not step into the library for a moment while I get you an umbrella? Yours is hardly fit for use, I fear.” How coldly he seemed to speak, while her heart SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 13 beat so wildly, longed ior she scarcely knew what. Had he seen that first glad glance of recognition? She hoped not, indeed! “No. thanks. I have nothing on that the rain could possibly harm.” and. before he could move, she had gone, vanished from his sight like one of the thousand raindrops. Why had her voice sounded so sweet? he won- dered. Could she have forgotten all? Yet she seemed coldness personified. With a bound he was back again in the library, and in an instant returned to the door with an um- brella in his hand. Dare he take it himself? Xo, that was quite impossible. Here, boy! Follow that lady quick with this umbrella! Don't tell her who sent it. but say—say —anything, only be quick! Come back to me here. I'll wait. and, slipping a dollar into the boy’s hand, he pushed him out into the rain. Jimminv! was all he said as he raced around the corner. He had just stepped under shelter in hopes of drying off a little before another trip in the rain, but such trade as this could not be overlooked for such a little thing as rain. No sirree!” and he felt again in his pocket to see that the money was still safe. It seemed hours to Jack, but was really only a few minutes, before the fellow returned, panting, dripping wet. but appearing still more excited as he flourished another dollar before Jack’s anxious face. Morc’n T get in six months sellin' papers.” he exclaimed incoherently. “Did she take it?” asked Jack, ignoring entirely the jov of the urchin in his own anxiety. “She looked s’prised, and after a jiff asked where she'd return it to. You never told me, so I said: 'The gcn’lmun didn't say.’ She looked queerer then, and laughed kinder happy like, and said I didn’t look much like ‘Cewpud.’ or some fellow 1 never heard on. but she guessed 1 might be, and— and—I guess that’s all. Then what?” Why, then, I came here, sir, accordin’ as ycr said. How did you say she looked when you gave her the umbrella?” “Oh, just kinder queer. I thought she might a ben cryin’, but I guess ’twas the rain. Ladies like her don’t very often cry. 1 guess. But when she smiled sweet. I just thought I liked her pretty well. And he smiled himself as he remembered it. and felt of the two dollars tucked safely away. There’s one tiling we agree on, sonny! And what else? Nothing, mister! If ycr want to find out the rest o’ the things she didn’t say, yer’d better go ask her versclf.” “What a useful fellow you are. That’s exactly what I shall do. We’ll fix it up somehow, and you shall be flower girl, or something. How splendidly it is raining! Well, now, don’t lose yourself. I may want you some day.” and lie left tile astonished boy standing alone on the step. He was not flower girl, or something,” but still quite an important personage at that little wedding. “But. Jimminv! such things as they had to eat! He smacked his lips and rolled his eyes as he gave a grand account of the whole affair to his chosen band of companions. Whew! But ycr’II be an orator some day. Jim. with ycr fine friends and such a tongue as ycr got.” Mr. Sears. Four years ago Mr. Sears taught in our English School in the capacity of a student teacher. This vear he has returned to us, after a three years’ ex- perience in the High School of Salem He was born and educated in Somerville, first at the Prescott Grammar School, and then at the High School lie was graduated from Harvard College in 1897. Mr. Sears was this fall chosen sub-master of the English High School. ------------------- A Carriage Without. By D. B. SM.irsh.tli L. H. S., '03. “The carriage waits without, my lord. The carriage waits without.” Thus spake the servant, much adored. To his old master stout. You sav the carriage waits without. Without what? Pray, tell me.” Thus spake the master kind and stout. A little wit, you see. Without the horses fair, my lord, Without the horses fair. There is. with many batteries stored. An automobile there.” 14 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR OUR NEW TEACHERS. The Latin School extends a cordial welcome to her three new instructors, Mr. Ilosmer, Miss Pratt. and Miss Bowman. Mr. George M. Ilosmer was born in East Som- erville, and there he has always resided, lie at- tended the Prescott Grammar School, from which he was graduated in 1893, the last year that Mr. Southworth acted as principal. He then entered the Latin School, being graduated in 1897 with the enviable record of ranking first in his class. The following term he entered Harvard, where he studied with the intention of making teaching his profession. Being graduated in the class of 1901, he was appointed instructor of Latin and mathe- matics at the Latin school. Throughout his college career Mr. Ilosmer was grouped among the best scholars of his class. In his second vear he took honors in classics, and later on was made a member of Phi Beta Kappa Society. Miss Grace T. Pratt was born in Deerfield, Mass., and fitted for college in the academy of her native town, from which she entered Smith Col- lege. Graduated in '92, she gained her first ex- perience in teaching in a school preparatory for Wellesley at Shclbyvillc, Ky. Since then she has taught in Wilmington. Whitman, and Paw- tucket. In the high school of the last named city she remained for four years, leaving to assume her present position in the Somerville Latin School. Miss Pratt received in 1901 the degree of Master of Arts from Brown University. Although we regret the loss of Miss Witham, our former teacher of English, we feel that her successor is in every way qualified to amply fill her place, and we extend to Miss Pratt our heartiest welcome, and assurances of earnest co-operation in the work of the year which lies before us. Miss Mabel E. Bowman, who holds the position of student teacher in the Latin School, is a native of this city, and has always resided in Somerville, obtaining her early education in the Latin High School, from which she was graduated in ’93. She then entered Wellesley, and was identified with the merry college life of that institution until ’97, when she obtained her degree. In ’99 she received a degree from Radcliffe College, and has since taught in Natick, in the Walnut Hill School, which offers preparation for Wellesley. Miss Bowman will remain with us at least until the mid-year holidays. K K As a result of the June meeting of the board, Jonathan Leonard became a member of the faculty of the English high school, where he will teach modern languages. He was born in Sandwich in 1875, preparing for Harvard in the high school of his native town. Being graduated in the class of ’91, he devoted the ensuing year to private study, after which he entered Harvard College, and at the completion of the regular four years' course received the degree A. B. He returned to the col- lege in 97, and received the degree of A. M.. studying at the Harvard graduate school. For a portion of the year he was engaged as substitute principal in the Sandwich high school, but later taught languages at the Newark Academy, Newark, N. J. During 1900-01 he pursued an ad- vance course of study in modern languages at Columbia University. He was married in 1898 to M. Elizabeth Norton, of Sandwich. We are very pleased to welcome to the depart- ment of mathematics of the English High School Miss Ella D. Gray, formerly a graduate of the Medford High School. After a full course at Bos- ton University, she was graduated in 1896. Dur- ing the following year she taught at the Thetford (Vt.) Academy. For periods of two years each she was instructor at Bourne (Mass.) and Rockland (Mass.). From the latter position she was called as teacher to the Somerville English High School. Miss Bertha Poole Chase, who has been ap- pointed teacher of algebra and English in the Som- erville English High School, was born in Lynn, Mass., and prepared for college in the public schools of that city. Miss Chase entered Bryn Mawr College, and was graduated in '99 with the degree A. B., From 1899-1901 she taught in the High School at Braintree, Mass., but resigned this ]x sition to come to Somerville. Miss Helen E. Harding, a former graduate of the Latin High School, of this city, has returned this year to our English School as a teacher. She received the degree A. B. in ’96. after a four years’ course at Radcliffe College. Miss Harding has had a five years’ experience in teaching, first at Franklin Falls (Vt.), then at the Fitchburg High School. From here she came to the English High. Miss Prichard, who has returned to us this year as student teacher and assistant in the department of biology, was a graduate of the class of 1901, English High. Her entire life has been spent in Somerville, where she was graduated from the Prescott School in '97. The biology department is one of the most interesting and extensive of the various branches of study, and the services of Miss Prichard arc very much appreciated. Miss Ethel Brayant Harmon was born in Adams, Mass. She received her early education in the Medford and Somerville High Schools. Being graduated from the Somerville Latin School in '96, she entered Tufts, from which she received the de- gree of A 15. in 1901. Uist summer she traveled extensively abroad, and, returning, entered the Latin School as a student teacher. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR lo THE WORM WILL TURN. By E. Wtngersky, E.f '02. 11 ARLES A. HALL was a man of pluck and determination. He was patient and law-abiding until his patience gave out. Then—he knew no law. It was dangerous to trifle with him when he was aroused. By occupation he was a real estate dealer, influ- ential in the district in which he resided. He was rated by the knowing ones as being worth about a quarter of a million, with plenty more behind him. At the end of one of the principal streets of the citv was a three-storied brick tenement house. When Mr. Hall purchased it. it was a costly piece of property, but a railroad running through had taken part of the land, and its valuation had de- creased. Two branches of the road intersected each other ai this point, and when the crossing was built it was deemed unwise to erect a dropping gate, on account of the great danger to the large traffic. So a swinging gate had to be substituted. When it was open for one road, it was closed on the other. When this was closed, one end of it was compelled to swing across the sidewalk fronting the house owned by Mr. Hall. 'I bis was a great nuisance, and. moreover, a great danger to the children play- ing in the street. One blow from the massive iron gate was enough to fell a man. much more a child. So it was that the tenements often remained empty for months at a time. Two years had elapsed since the building of the gate. Week after week Mr. Hall had complained to the superintendent of the railroad owning the gate all in vain. This morning he sat in his office buried in thought. Determination was written in cverv line of his countenance. He was becoming resolute and dangerous. He turned to an assist- ant. and said shortly. Louis, I am going out. If any one calls, tell him I do not expect to return to- dav.” A brisk walk brought him to the office of the superintendent of the G. M. railroad. On the door, in large letters, was the mystic sign. Private.” He knocked on the door. It was opened bv a colored bov. who said with a grin: Mr. Hammond is busy. He can sec no one.” Mr. Hall gave his card and waited. Soon the door of the inner office opened, and he was told to step inside. At the desk sat an old man. writing busily. Mr. Hall took a scat and waited. At the end of a few minutes the superintendent rose and extended his hand to his visitor. Well. Mr. Hall,” lie began sarcastically, isn't that gate question settled yet?” You ought to know,” was the angry answer. I must have that grade crossing removed. What I want is satisfaction, and I’m going to have it.” The superintendent merely raised his eyebrows. To him such a threat was a common occurrence. (The idea of a railroad giving satisfaction!) “Is that so?” he muttered to himself. Is that the case?” Then he turned to his visitor. Mr. Hall,” he said, this has got to stop. You won't get any satisfaction here, and it's useless for you to try. The Ci. St M. railroad is going to take care of the (i. M. railroad, and Mr. C. A. Hall can take care of Mr. C. A. Hall. I bid you good afternoon. Then he returned to his desk and resumed writing. The next morning there was a strange sight in from of the tenement house. Three teams loaded with rubbish of all descriptions were backed up against the curb. Sitting in the yard were twelve workmen with shovels in their hands. Walking in their midst, and carrying a building permit which gave him the use of the sidewalk and eight feet of road in front of his house, was Mr. Hall. It was a sudden decision on his part that his house needed remodeling. Soon the whistle of a train was heard, and the gate began to move until one end stretched directly across the walk. This was the signal. The twelve men commenced work, and in three minutes the gate was covered with rubbish. When the train had passed, the brakeman started to move the gate. It was stuck. For ten minutes nothing happened. Then a train came along on the closed road. It could not pass through the gate. A half hour later on one of the officials appeared. He was a short man. thick-set, with fiery red hair. He bounced up to Mr. Hall. “Are you the owner of this building?” he demanded. 1 am. was the cool answer. “Well, sir. continued the angry official, shaking his hand in the other's face. Well, sir. do you know what you arc doing? Are you aware of the dan- ger you are putting yourself in?” He was not thinking of correct grammar. Still calm. Mr. Hall answered quietly, Not being mentaliv unbalanced. 1 am fully aware of the enor- mity of mv offense, and I am willing to suffer all consequences. Here is my building permit, signed by the citv clerk. I bid you good afternoon.” The official waited no ionger. A few moments later he returned at the head of a gang of laborers. Men,” he said imperatively, clear away that rub- bish. At the side of the pile stood two men armed with revolvers. Mr. Hall appeared. Drawing his per- mit from his pocket, and turning to the official, he said. That rubbish is on my land, and belongs to me. and I am going to protect it. The man who touches it does so at his peril. The official looked first at Mr. Hall, then at the men guarding the pile, hesitated—and withdrew with his men. The streets by this time were filled with a good-natured crowd, who shouted. Three It) SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR cheers for Mr. Hall. Three cheers for the man who abolished the grade crossing. Some few minutes later a squad of police ap- peared marching down the street. When opposite the house, the leader called to his men to halt, and, advancing to Mr. Hall, handed him a note. It was a kindly, unofficial message, asking him to come to the station, where no harm was intended him. Mr. Hall turned to his men, gave a few com- mands. and then started down the street, under the escort of the police. The mob began to get ex- cited. Mr. Hall turned to the crowd and raised his hand for silence. Friends. lie began. I am not being arrested. I am going of my own free will.” The remainder of the trip was uneventful. The mob followed, silent, but determined to see fair play. Mr. Hall entered the station in company with the leader of the police. Around the room were half a dozen white-haired railroad officials. Mr. Captain.” he began, you sent for me; I have come.” Win. Mr. Hall.” broke out the captain, “what are you doing? 1 always took you for an honest, intelligent, business man. Have you lost vour senses? Pitting yourself against one of the largest railroads of the country? You ought to know bet- ter. you ought----- Mr. Captain, interrupted Mr. Hall briskly, I did not come here for advice, nor did I ask for it. I have an attorney to advise me, and I pay him good money for his advice. If that is all you have to saw I will return.” He started for the door, but was intercepted by one of the officials. My man. he said sharply, do you know how expensive this trifling will be? It will cost vou $10,000 for every hour you keep that gate closed.” Mr. Hall nodded. “Let me see.” he muttered. “$10,000 per hour. Well.” he said to the man. I guess I am able to hold it closed for about eighteen hours.” Evervbody in the room burst out laugh- ing at the look of dismay painted on the face of the iiate man. Rut the officials were not to be laughed out of court.” One of them, excitedly rising, called loudly, Mr. Captain, do you give us permission to remove that obstructing rubbish? The captain paused. Before he could answer. Mr. Hall broke in. Captain Landers,” he said (he was a trifle paler, but as cool as ever), Mr. Cap- tain. 1 will hold you personally responsible for the action of these men. Then. said the captain. “1 do not give you per- mission to remove that rubbish. At the door Mr. Hall was met by the mob, who escorted him back noisily to the house, where he again took his stand. Affairs were becoming desperate. Two hours had passed. Over a dozen trains were stalled, and the passengers were loud in their complaints. The mob was still happy. Ten minutes later an open carriage, drawn by two horses, appeared. It stopped, and the superintend- ent stepped down. Advancing, he said kindly, Come come! Don’t be too hard. What arc your best terms?” At last satisfaction! So vou are at last willing to come to terms? You must remove the grade crossing to-day. Wouldn’t a money compensation answer the purpose? Drop your price a little, and we may come to terms.” Not a bit less, replied Mr. Hall. I give you three hours in which to remove the gate. If. at the end of that time, it is not removed. I will block it again until it is removed. If the price doesn’t suit you. don’t pav it. Yesterday you said to me. ‘The G. M. railroad will take care of the G. M. rail- road. and Mr. C. A. Hall can take care of Mr. C. A. Hall.' For two years the G. M. railroad has taken care of the G. M. railroad. Now it is my inning. Mr. C. A. Hall is looking out for Mr. C. A. Hall.” The superintendent drew a notebook from his pocket, wrote out a promise, and handed it to Mr. Hall, who turned to the men and gave the order, Remove the rubbish.” It was obeyed. The crowd, who had witnessed the whole affair, even to the giving of the promise, now gave three cheers, and dispersed. . The next morning one of the papers contained these headlines:— A Man Against a Railroad. Mr. Charles A. Hall Compels the G. M. Railroad to Come to His Terms. For Three Years the Common Council Has Tried in Vain to Abolish the Grade Crossing. Mr. Hall Abolished It in Three Minutes. It was weeks before the last of the affair was heard. It is even to-day cited as one of the few cases in which an individual defeated a corpora- tion. ! His Proud Boast. No, sir,” exclaimed the loud-voiced drummer in the smoker. Fm proud to say that no house in the country has more men pushing its line of goods than ours.” “What do vou sell?” asked a curious one. “Baby carriages.”—Syracuse Herald. Is it a sign of anything when a person has eye of different colors?” Well, yes—when they’re black and blue.” Evidence Not All Out Yet. Me.— Do vou think my mustache becoming?” She (meditatively).— Well, it may be coming, but it hasn’t come vet.”—Stray Stories. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR IT EXCHANGE NOTES. Taking up these duties, old in themselves, but new to us. we wish to offer greeting to all who arc interested in our work, and especially to our con- temporaries from all over the country, with many of whom we hope to become well acquainted before the year is over. Mutual help should be derived from these ex- change columns. We should try to remedy in our- selves the faults we sec in others, and which others see in us. It is broadening to a paper—as well as to a person—to learn what place it holds in the es- timation of others; but ii one expects to get any real good from another's opinion of him. he must accept criticism as gratefully as praise. A few of the early exchanges have already made their appearance. The first to come was the Reg- ister from the Boston Latin School. The Herald from 1 lolvoke seems like a good lit- tle paper. It is to be congratulated for its simple, neat cover design, as is also the Cherry and White. The High School Argus of Harrisburg has a commendable exchange column. The Beacon of Hammond. Ind„ is a small, but plucky, paper. It is unfortunate that the merchants of the town are not more generous in the support of a High School publication. A Departure from the Legitimate, in the Mal- den Oracle, is a very readable story. The Johnstown Spectator would be imnroved bv class notes: otherwise it is a pleasing paper. It is interesting to compare the Advance of Salem, Mass., with the High School Register of Omaha. Neb., as representatives of East and West. Dost thou? and she dusted. Wilt thou? and she wilted. Because he couldn't throw his pet Cat-i-(a)-line, since there was none in the boat, he was trying bravely to Caes-ar (her). Sophomore.— Well, that is what the author says.” Professor.—“But 1 don’t want the author. I want you.” Sophomore (glutnlv).— Well. I guess you’ve got me.” How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? A little naked African Sat by the river Nile, While watching in the stream helow Was a hungry crocodile.—Ex. The crocodile said softfv Front the shadow of the trees, I’d like a little dark meat. Without dressing, if you please.”—Ex. Teacher— What's the matter with you to-day. Tommy? You scent nervous and uneasy.” Tommy— I am. Yesterday was my pa's and ma's wooden weddin, and nearly all the neighbors sent ’em shingles.” How did the adage ‘Actions speak louder than words’ originate? Oh, in some deaf and dumb institution, I sup- pose. 1 would like a straw with this lemonade, said the lady at the table. Hey?” ejaculated the waiter, who was hard of hearing. “No; straw, I said.” Fair Molly on Thanksgiving Was dressed to kill, I guess; But the turkey that she tackled Was surely killed to dress. Did you ever meet a woman whose voice thrilled you with unspeakable emotion?” Yes; that’s the way my mother used to get nte up in the morning.” Pat— Oi want to get a pair av shoes foor th' bve.” Clerk— Certainly, sir. French kid?” Pat— No, soor; he’s an Irish kid. A self-respecting horse dines table d’oat, Salle a manger goes straight to his heart: But never ask him (this is well to note), To take his dinner with you a la cart. Little Elmer (who has an inquiring mind)— “Papa, what is firmness? Professor Broadhead— The exercise of will power, my son. Well. sir. and what is obstinacy? The exercise of won’t power, my son.” Sailor—“Want to buy a parrot, lady?” Miss Prim— Does he swear?” Sailor— No, lady, but if yer want to pay two dollars more I kin get yer a very choice article wot cusses beautiful!” There was a young man in a hearse. Who remarked, “Well it might have been worse, The ride is immense, likewise the expense. Hut it doesn’t conic out of my purse. Queer, isn’t it?” What’s queer?” That night falls.” Yes.” But it doesn’t break. The day breaks.” Yes.” “But it doesn’t fall.” “No.” Queer, isn’t it?” 18 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 1902. In accordance with the time-honored and ancient custom of Seniors, we feel in duty hound to open our notes with “Seniors at last!” “He came to the swift sheeps of the Greeks.” Have you ever heard the bellowing of the wolves? He was killed by his father, grandfather, and ancestors.” Apollo, et Diana.” Was he hungry? We all enjoyed Graham’s dissertation on the mind. Notice! All large-sized bugs are hereby re- quested not to enter the Latin School. Graham has objections. Do you believe in concentration? A new verb: Scan, scane, scun. Class organization: President, Edward S. French : vice-president, G. Waldo Proctor; secre- tary, Mildred Lincoln: treasurer, Everett G. Went- worth : editor. Herbert E. Flcischner. 1903. Well, mates! I don't see but we arc back to the mines again! LTp to the same old game of study- ing. I find. Let the good work go on. We may be Juniors this year, but next year------. We agree with Renting that Cicero was a skalawag.” Me brother has a fine deep mind,” Savs Fitz, the funny bloke. “For in the ocean he was drowned. Haw! Haw! You see the joke?” Baldwin gets mixed up in the succession of Spar- tan kings. Can’t some one inform him to whom the throne descends if a king dies leaving no an- cestors”? Quality, not quantity, is required in physics. It was terrible to think of the hardships we were to undergo in studying it. but---- Oh. such fun I’ve had since I begun.”—Physics. The class election resulted as follows: President. Jennings: vice-president. Miss Garton; secretary. Miss Jones: treasurer, Nichols; editor. Marshall; three Radiator representatives, Niles, Dickinson, Fitzgerald. The Freshmen arc a modest lot, So modest that, forsooth, They always say some other thing To shun the naked truth. The Phi Delta election: President, Fitzgerald; treasurer. Dickinson: secretary. Marshall; man- ager of basket ball team, Nichols; captain. Jen- nings. 1904. Hereafter we will have to address Philips as your mightiness.” According to Sheare, Caesar constructed one ditch eighteen feet high. Mr. Hawes wants Garrick to be prepared for ac- cidents—at least, he asked him to fix his grave (accent). Denvir thinks a hippodrome is a lazy horse. Evidently he doesn’t go to the circus. Greek is a fierce language—every noun has a duel (dual). All the boys should contribute to the basket ball fund. It's such a relief not to have to climb three flights of stairs. Of course we are all glad to get back to school. 1905. Come, fellow classmen, let's surpass all previous classes in school spirit by early electing our officers and contributing as many notes as possible to the Radiator. !t must have been a long time ago when Egypt had that great “crop of granite. At a class meeting held Thursday, October 3, Robert Burns was elected class president, and Miss Gertrude Baxter was elected secretary. People can sometimes sec stars in the daytime. Many of the history pupils think mummies a dry subject. Don't complain about the stairs. “We take such sudden flights.” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 19 1902. Miss Black tells us that Aeneas’ sailors rolled round on their heads.” They probably were out for the team.” Russ lacks the chief requisite of a football player — hair. Mr. Abbott says “Thank you” to every person who gives a good recitation. Give us .Vs. Mr. Ab- bott. and we'll do the same for you. A red ribbon badge marked S. C. 1 . S., ’02, is the symbol of a new full-fledged mysterious so- ciety. composed of Seniors. The society is organ- ized for a good cause, and the frequent heated dis- cussions show that they have more in them than ordinary knowledge. At last 1902 has downed 1903 in basket ball. 15 to Keep it up, girls. Mason thinks that brevity is the soul of an English quotation. 11 is teacher has another think. however. Phillips will become a student teacher in chem- i. try next year. Look out for Phillips' and Earle’s Manual.” Shcdd surely has ragtime on the brain. YY henever he studies very hard, his feet move in- voluntarily. Notes for the Radiator will always be in order. The editor will be found somewhere between the lunch counter and Room 29 at any time in the da . 1903. Class officers: President, Brooks Crosby: vice- president. Edwin Philbrick; secretary and treas- urer, Herbert Currier; editor. Scott Neely. He has been very low,” said the doctor, but he will pull through. Pull' Pull!” echoed the Junior. It seems my very existence depends upon a pull. The first class in chemistry have found various ways of spelling oxide.” Some of them are: Ox-hide. Ox-eyed,” and “Ox-id. L.ittle lines of Latin. Little lines to scan. Make a mighty Virgil, And a crazy man. We are the largest Junior class that ever entered this school. Let us keep this good record to the end. Master Me.— Mav I go to mv room and get my block?” Teacher.— You won’t need your block (?) this period. Senior (ten vears hence).— Yes, sir, our school has turned out some great men.” Junior.— I suppose you are one of them? Senior.—“Well, the school didn’t turn me out ex- actly. but I was turned out of school. We are sorrv to hear that our classmate and edi- tor. Scott Xeelv. has left school. 1904. Now that the most of our class sits on the third floor, the school ought to have an elevator. Blackwell. Allen, and Russell are making a good showing this vear at football. Teacher.— We are now on the road to knowl- edge.” Pupil.—“Will you please tell me where Easy street is?” 1905. High School at last! Only Freshmen, to be sure. but. remember, upper classmen, you were there once. No one can deny that we have the most pleasant rooms in the building, for the first floor seems to be the favorite resort of the other classes. As usual, the Freshmen class is the finest yet en- tered. surpassing all previous records in numbers. A recent High School graduate had been ini- tiated into the same college fraternity of which his father was a member, and replied thus to a frater- nal letter urging him to refrain from college pranks: Dear Brother: Don't worry. 20 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR l£ C 11 ATHLETICS On September 10, at the call of Captain Graham, the football team began a campaign under condi- tions which look fairly encouraging. With some of 1900’s veterans and an abundance of new mate- rial. our outlook is bright. Rut whether the cup rests on Central hill for 1901 or not. the reputation of S. H. S. teams for fast, clean football will be sus- tained. Schedule of League Games. October 22, Cambridge High, Tufts oval. October 30, Dorchester High. Charles River park. November 5, Malden High. Tufts oval. November 10, English High. Charles River park. November 28, C. M. T. S., Charles River park. Somerville High, 6; Malden High, 0. 'Flic first game of the season was played with Malden Saturday, September 28. on Tufts oval. Somerville won the game, 0 to 0. Gctchcll won the toss for Malden and took advantage of the wind. Somerville kicked off, and Getchell caught the ball, making a thirty-yard run. Malden then lost the ball and Somerville carried it to Malden’s one-yard line. Here Malden gained the ball on downs, the referee not being able to see the goal line, and after two attempts at the line, Stout kicked to the middle of the field. During the remainder of the half the ball was kept away from both goals. The half ended with the ball in Malden’s posses- sion. No score for the first half. In the second half Somerville took a brace and played a steadier game. Two long runs by Graham and Story brought the ball well into Malden’s territory, and ten minutes after the half started t'nderhill. on an end’s back play, carried the ball over for a touch- down. 'Fhe goal was kicked by Story. Story. Graham, and Blackwell excelled for Somerville, while Getchell and Stout were the stars for Malden. The line-up:— SOMERVILLE. MALDEN Blackwell. 1. e.........................l.c.. Gage Graham (Capt.J, I t......................Ft.. Black Richardson. (Stone), Fg.................Fg., Weeks Allen. (Russell), r.g Philbrick. (McLaughlin), r.t. ... r.t.. Hill IIafford. (Burton), r.e Dickinson. (Currier), (Nolan), q.b_q.b., Toomey McCoy, l.h.............................Fh.. Cox Story, r.h..................r.h., Getchell (Capt.) Underhill, (Bean), f.b...............f.b., Stout Umpire—Frank Story. Referee—McCarthy. Linesmen—Frank Fitts and Weeks. Timekeeper —Mullikcn. Touchdown—Underhill. Goal— Story. Total score—Somerville, 5. Length of halves—twenty minutes. Andover, 5; Somerville, 0. ()n Wednesday, ()ctobcr 2, Somerville met its first defeat of the season, at the hands of Phillips Andover. Graham won the toss and took the ad- vantage of the wind. On the kick-off Somerville gained five vards, and then on the first play Jones gained ten vards through tackle. Andover held for downs, and Jones punted out of bounds at Som- erville's twenty-five yard line. By a series of hard rushes Taylor, of Andover, was pulled over for their first touchdown of the year. Kenney missed an easy goal. )n an end run by Jones, and some con- sistent line bucking. Somerville advanced the ball to Andover’s onc-vard line. Here an Andover man punched the ball from Graham’s grasp. 'Fhe ref- eree had no eves for such things, and it was An- dover’s ball on their five-yard line. They punted out of danger. For the rest of the half the ball was kept in the middle of the field. Score for first half: Andover. 5 : Somerville. 0. In the second half both sides kicked frequently. On every exchange of punts Jones gained yards on his opponent. With one minute to play. Jones made a fair catch, and Story attempted a goal from SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 21 a place kick. It failed by two feet. Jones, Graham. Dickinson, and Story excelled for Somer- ville. and Taylor was Andover’s star. The line-up:— SC) M ER VILLE. A N DOVER. Dickinson, Burton, l.e..............r.e., Watkins Graham, l.t......................r.t., Frye, Smith Richardson, l.g..........r.g.. Thompson. Kenney Merrifield, c.........................c., Dutcher Philbrick, r.g...........l.g., Kenney, Thompson Allen, r.t............................l.t., Davis Blackwell, Hafford, r.e...............l.e., Cates Story, q.b..........................q.b., Sumner Jones, l.h............................l.h., Taylor Shepard, r.h..................r.h.. Leavenworth Underhill, f.b....................f.b., MacDugan Umpire—Almeida. Referee—Stearns. Time- keepers—Chase and Nichols. Time—lOmin. halves. Linesmen—Grant and McCoy. Total score—Andover, 5; Somerville, 0. Somerville, 6; Medford, 0. Somerville lined up against Medford on Tufts ova! Saturday. October o. Graham won the toss tor Somerville, and gave Medford the ball. Med- ford kicked to Somerville, and the ball was downed on Somerville's twenty-five-vard line. Jones kicked to Medford's forty-yard line. After a series of plays in centre field, Somerville gave the ball to Jones for a magnificent run of seventy-five yards to Medford's one-yard line, where time was called for first half. No score. In the second half the ball was in Medford’s ter- ritory most of the time. About three minutes after the half began. Somerville once more reached Med- ford’s onc-vard line. She was prevented from scor- ing then by the imagination of the umpire. It had been playing him tricks all through the game, and now it made him believe he saw an offside play when no one else on the field could see it. The ball was taken back to Medford’s ten-yard line. After a few rushes. Underhill was thrown over for a touchdown. Story kicked the goal. In the last minute of plav Medford tried a drop kick for goal, which failed by several feet. Total score: Somer- ville, � : Medford, 0. Somerville played fast foot- ball. and. except for her fumbling, has improved greatlv since the Malden game. Jones. Graham. Underbill, and McCoy excelled for Somerville, while Brown put up the best game for Medford. The line-up:— SOMERVILLE. M EDFOR D. Blackwell, l.e...............................r.e.. Begien Graham (Capt.), l.t...........r.t.. Brown (Capt.) Richardson, l.g.........................r.g.. Brvan Merrifield. c...................................c.. Dutton Allen, r.g............................l.g., Loomis McCoy r.t....................................l.t., Gifford Dickinson, r.e...............................l.e., Papkcc Story, q.b.........................q.b., St. Dennis Jones, l.h.b............................r.h.b.. Coe Bean, r.h.b................................l.h.b.. Smith Underhill, f.b..........................f.b.. Cram Score—Somerville, G; Medford, 0. Touchdown —Underhill. Goal from touchdown—Story. Ref- eree—Frank Story. Umpire—R. St. Dennis. Linesmen—Brown. Medford ; Harts, Somerville. Timers—Riley and Crow-ell. Time—lomin. halves. Basket Ball. The first basket ball game of the year was played Wednesday. October 2, between last year’s teams of girls of the Junior and Sophomore classes. The contest was held to raise funds for the Basket Ball Association. The Seniors outplayed the Juniors, and won by a good margin. Miss Crocker excelled for the Seniors, and Miss Paon for the Juniors. The summary:— SENIOR. JUNIOR. Ruby White, l.e...........s.c., Alice Stodder Ida Stodder, h............h., Elizabeth Grady Bessie Crocker, h.............h., Louise Paon Helen Frye, h. Florence Bemis, sc......s.c., Blanche Holman Elizabeth Landers, s.c....s.c.. Mabel Duddy Iva Grant, g................g., Beatrice Frazer Ruby Harrison, g..............g., Alice Darling Eva Sanborn, g. Score—Seniors, 15; Juniors, 6. Free goals- Miss Grady, 2; Miss Crocker, 3. Goals from scrimmage—Miss Paon, 1: Miss Stodder. 3: Miss Crocker, 3; Miss Grady, 1. Referee—Miss White. Time—lomin. halves. Sporting Notes. W. D. Eaton, of last year’s victorious relay team, has won honor for himself and the Quindonian Club by his magnificent performances at Buffalo on Sep- tember 5 and 6. He ran the sixty-yard dash in six and two-fifths seconds, defeating Hargrave, the man who recently won the 100 in the dual games with the English athletes, and Westney. Pennsyl- vania’s crack. The 110-yard was won by him in eleven and two-fifths seconds, against a very stiff wind. Great credit is due Mr. Samson, who has trained the school track team for several years, and to the Quindonian Club, by whose efforts Eaton was enabled to make the trip for his fine exhibition. At the annual meeting of the S. H. and L. A. A., held Wednesday, September 18, the following offi- cers were elected: President, Percy Underhill, E.. '02; vice-president, Joe Story, L., ’02; secretary. I). B. Marshall, L., ’03; treasurer, H. L. Jones; faculty graduate members, executive committee. Bennett, L., ’01, Stone, E., ’98; faculty members, executive committee, G. M. Ilosmcr, Latin school. Mr. Sears. English school; manager baseball. Fred Smith, E., ’02; assistant manager, F. H. Baldwin, L.. ’03; manager track team. Guy Moses, L., 02; assistant manager track team, Philbrick. E., ’03. “Chet Whitaker, last year’s right tackle, distin- guished himself in the Amherst Agricultural-IIolv Cross game Saturday. September 28. The former eleven, of which Whitaker is right halfback, won by 22 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR a score of I? to 0. In the second half, when Holy Ci oss came nearest to scoring, a player of that team cleared his opponent’s line, and, running sixty ards, was tackled from behind by the speedy Som- erville man. and downed just five yards from the goal line. The play was of the spectacular order, and elicited great applause.—Somerville Journal. Cliff Lewis has been playing centre field for the Amherst Freshmen in their interclass games. l atch, centre on the '99 team, is trying for that position at the Amherst Agricultural School. The return of ex-Captain Jones has strengthened the football team wonderfully. He is getting in to the game this year in his old-time form. ------------------ Revised Constitution of the Somerville High Athletic Association. Article I.—Name. The name of this Association shall be the Somerville High Athletic Association. Article II.—Object. The object of this Associa- tion shall be to encourage manly sports and to pro- mote a close relationship between the athletic 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 Association. Persons as enumerated in Section 2 of this article shall he eligible to life membership in this Association. 4. Persons as enumerated in Sections 1 and 2 of this article shall be eligible to life membership in this Association. 5. Honorary and life members cannot hold office or vote at meetings, except as stated in Article HI.. Section 1. and Article YL, Section ° of this constitution. Article IV.—Meetings. 1. The annual 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 September. 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 ol twenty-one active members. Article YL—Officers. 1. The officers of this Association shall be a President, Vice-President, Secretarv. 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, Managers of the various teams, and the Captain in season of the football, polo, track, and baseball teams (a teacher and a graduate representing each school). Article VII.—Duties of Officers. 1. The Presi- dent shall preside at all meetings of the Association and Executive Committee. He shall appoint all sub-committees not otherwise provided for, and call meetings of the Association and Executive Commit- tee whenever so requested, or when, in his judg- ment. he mav deem it necessary. 2. The Vice-President shall, during the absence of the President, perform all the duties of the Presi- dent as specified in Section 1. : . The Secretarv shall keep the minutes of every meeting of the Association and Executive Commit- tee. He shall conduct all correspondence, except as mav be in the hands of the Managers, and shall have charge of and he responsible for all the books and papers of the Association, except those belong- ing 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 when- ever called upon to do so by the President or the Executive Committee. “ . It shall be the duty of the Managers and the Assistant Managers to collect all moneys, and. with the approval of the Executive Committee, to pur- chase all supplies and prepare a schedule of games. Bv virtue of their office they shall be Assistant Treasurers. . All schedules of games, awards of contracts, and expenditures of money shall be submitted to the Executive Committee for ratification. They shall also have general supervision of all other mat- ters relating to the Association, not otherwise pro- vided for in the constitution, and shall have power to remove Captains and Managers bv a three- fourths vote. 7. The Executive Committee shall hold at least one meeting each month during the school year. 5. The Executive Committee shall hold a special meeting at the request of three of its members. 9 A quorum of the Executive Committee shall consist of five voting members, one of whom shall be a teacher. Article VIII.—Elections. 1. The President. THE STERLING SHOE, $2.30 FOR MEN AND BOVS. ALL THE LATEST STYLES. ALL KINDS OF LEATHERS. 13 WATER STREET, DACTAM 78 HANOVER STREET. 14 SPRING LANE, L J«5IU1 I. 97 SUAHER STREET. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 23 Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, graduate members of the Executive Committee, and the Managers and Assistant Managers oi the baseball, track, and polo teams shall be elected by ballot at the annual September meeting from signed nomina- tions posted at least four days previous to the meet- ing. The Manager and Assistant Manager of the football team shall be elected by ballot at the Janu- ary meeting from signed nominations, similarly posted. 'Phe facultv members shall be chosen at the annual meeting by a committee of six. consist- ing of two Seniors and one Junior from each school. 2. Captains shall be elected by ballot within one week of the last game of the season by their respec- tive teams. 'Phe elections of Captains shall be confirmed bv the Executive Committee. 1. All vacancies occurring among the officers of the S. II. A. A., except Captains, shall be filled by the Executive Committee. Article IX.—Fees. 1. The membership dues ot this Association shall he 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 pav an admission fee v f five dollars ($5.00), and shall be exempt from all dues thereafter. 3. Anv member failing to pay his dues shall cease to be a member of the organization. Article X.—Resignations. All resignations 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 Expulsion. 1. This Association shall have power to punish any member bv suspension or expulsion for any failure to complv with the articles of this constitution or by-laws, or for anv conduct that shall bring dis- credit upon the Association. 2. The vote for suspension or expulsion shall be by ballot. A two-thirds vote of the members pres- ent at a meeting shall be necessary to suspend or expel. Article XII.—Reinstatement. Members, afie� 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 mem- bers of the Association present and voting, provided notice of the amendment shall have been posted on the bulletins four days before the meeting at which said amendment 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. Xo member of the schools shall be allowed to play on anv school team unless he is a member of this Association, and takes at least twelve periods of prepared work, and is in good and regular stand- ing. 3. Onlv members of the football, polo, and base- ball teams who have played in a league game, and point winners in the Xew England Interscholastic 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 Commit- tee which pertain to his particular team only. 5. Onlv members who have played in a league game shall be allowed to vote for Captain. C. No Manager of a team shall be a player on the same team. First Amendment.—That the word “shall” in Article VIII.. Section 4. be changed to may. Second Amendment.—That S’s be awarded to the relay team who represent S. 11, and L. against in- terscholastic league teams, and that this is at tin- option of and provided by the Executive Commit- tee. THE COMPLETE AND THOROUGH Commercial anb Stenographic COURSES OF STUDY. EXPERIENCED TEACHERS, PUPILS BOTH SEXES. Employment Department Most Efficient Known, Prospectus free by post. Registration in person or by letter. No canvassers employed. Address, HERMAN E. HIBBARD, 6o8 Washington Street. 24 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR The Rush at the 'L.” Of all the tortures man created, The worst of all’s the “Elevated.” YVe can see how small we are When once we enter the L” car. Man in uniform of state Cries. Step lively!” slams the grate, Pushes you into the rush, Almost grinds your hat to mush; Man in front yells, oh, so sweet! Confound you, get off my feet! Then vou elbow on inside. And grab a strap, so long denied. You no sooner get the strap, Down you Hop in a woman’s lap; Apologize in awkward way, Begin to tremble with dismay. Suddenly, with awful thump, Train stops short, women jump. 'Pis nothing, you are off once more. Again you stop: guards all roar, Out by end doors, and step quick. Side doors closed” (a nasty trick). John Bryant’s Sons UNDERTAKERS Telephone 123-2. 353 Medford St. Scramble then begins anew, Some get out, but just a few. Women sob, men all scowl, Guards let out another howl. On you rush, ye gods be blessed, End at last, at last a rest. —L. T. C. Well! and She Let Him. Mr. Rush.— Say! I want you to marry me! Miss Pechis (gasping).— Well! I’ve had some nervy proposals, but you take the palm! Mr. Rush.— Good! Mow let me hold that palm a minute while I slip this ring on the proper finger!’’—Philadelphia Press. PHOTO SUPPLIES. SYtVvsYs' oo s. BUY K BROWNIE POR CHRISTMAS H. H. L SMITH, Newsdealer, Davis Square. .Made in Large Sanitary Bakery BREAD. 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Mantel in the Old Governor Wentworth House, 26 Editorials,...................................................................... 27 The Blue Grass Country,............................................................29 Calvin Howard, Trumpeter, 31 Beneath the Acropolis, ............................................33 New English School Pictures,.......................................................35 True Friendship’s Test,............................................................37 Memories of the Red Ear, - 39 Exchange Notes, 40 Latin Notes, 41 English Notes,.................................................................... 43 The Latest Books, 44 Athletics,.........................................................................45 MANTE'L-IPi OLD fiOV WliNTWOKTH HOV6t3- ««TiM.wrH, n m. THE RADIATOR SOMERVILLE LATIN AND HIGH SCHOOLS WtCATOr. — VOL. XI. Somerville. Massachusetts, November, 1901. No. 2. The Radiator Is published by the Somerville Latin and EXCHANOE EDITOR. English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month ALICE BURT BERRY, during the school year, and only important news matter can L. 11. S., 1902. be received after the 10th of the month. Matter for insertion BUSINESS nANAOER. may be left with any of the editorial staff or mailed to the editor H. DELANO LORING, at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side E. H. 8.. 1902. of the paper only and sign full name (this is for reference only). ASSISTANT BUSINESS nANAOER. Communications should be addressed to the editor, business CHARLES E. NICHOLS, manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. L. H. S.. 19(W. Manuscript must be accompanied by necessary postage to TREASURER. insure its return. F. KEELER RICE, Terms, 75 Cents per Year Single Copies, JO Cents STAFF ARTIST. PERCY H. UNDERHILL, SOMERVILLE JOURNAL PRINT K. II. 8.. 190 . EDITOR-IN-CHIEF. CLASS EDITORS. LAURENCE T. CAIN, LATIN SCHOOL. L. II. S.. 190 . HERBERT E. FLEISCHNER, 1902. EDWIN P. FITZGERALD, 1903. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. RICHARD D. BELL, 1904. FLORENCE L. BEMIS, ARTHUR T. SOULE, 1905. E. H. 8.. 190 . ENGLISH SCHOOL. — RALPH D. CLEVERLY, 1902. SPORTING EDITOR. JAMES A. McCOY. 1903. EDWARD S. FRENCH, GIRARD C. BEAN, 1904. L. H. S.. 1902. CLYDE SCOTT, 1905. THANKSGIVING! Ah, what a host of pleasant memories that word can conjure up to our minds! Exciting football games, merry parties, theatres, bounteous turkey dinners, and scores of other things not less enjoyable. But how many thoughts do we devote to the true spirit of the day? We have no desire to moralize, but do we ever stop to consider that this day has a far deeper import than mere pleasure? Enjoy yourselves, by all means, dear students, but sometime during the day give at least one thought to the true meaning of this celebration, and another to those noble men and women of old by whom it was founded. 1 E learn with the greatest pleasure of Henry K. Hadley’s latest triumph in the musical world, whereby for his symphony, The Four Seasons,” he was awarded the Paderewski and New England- Conservatory prizes, amounting to $‘J00. But, as Mr. Hadlev. Sr., remarked, the pecuniary part of the affair is nothing in comparison with the great musical honor. 'Hie young composer has many times in the past shown himself a true friend of the Somerville High Schools, so let the Radiator, in behalf of all the students, extend its heartiest con- gratulations to both Mr. Hadley, Jr., and Mr. Had- ley, Sr. 28 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR QUR earnest appeal for manuscript in last month’s issue, which we thought eloquent enough to have almost moved stone, has elicited no response from the students. The material we have received we have been obliged personally to solicit. Now. this state of affairs reflects no credit on the en- thusiasm for which Somerville High has always been noted. It is impossible to expect the editorial staff to fill twenty-eight pages with literary matter, besides doing all the work entailed in publishing the paper. The Radiator must be filled by the students, and the students, each and every one, should feel it their duty to contribute some article to the paper during the year. Now, our next issue will be the Christmas number, and Christmas is a subject which abounds in suggestions for the ama- teur writer. So do not wait to be urged further; write something—be it a story, an essay, or a poem —and submit it to the editor; for surely, as the im- mortal Shakespeare hath said :— If it were done when 'tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly.” E have the honoi this month to introduce to our readers, as a contributor, Miss Grace Tyler Pratt, of the Latin School faculty. In her article, entitled The Blue-Grass Country, Miss Pratt gives us a very interesting and picturesque view of that home of romance. Old Kentucky. We trust the Radiator will be further favored with articles by the same author. K K 'I'HE football season is on the wane, and soon bas- ket ball will step to the front in the realm of sports. It is too bad we have no organized team to represent the red and blue in this game. (We are referring to both the boys and the girls.) True it is that there are a few teams representing different clubs that have already achieved renown in basket ball; but what we want is a team composed of the best players of both schools. In fact, basket ball should be placed on the same level as cither baseball or football. To our mind, it is almost, if not quite, as interesting, and, moreover, it will serve to main- tain the interest of the student body in athletics dur- ing the long winter months. So, ye basket ball players, male and female, get together. Let this be your motto, United we stand, divided we fall.” r r JF Thanksgiving Day is as cold and stormy as is usually the case, Somerville’s colors will doubt- less be well represented by every one at Charles- river park. JT is a custom of many rcally-truly” magazines to publish at Christmas time an extra number.” or souvenir number. at an increase of price, usually double. The Radiator, feeling a desire to emu- late. intends, as far as possible, to do the same with its Christmas number. But the Radiator, being only an amateur publication, cannot do all that is possible to the honored professionals. The in- creased price will be omitted. As far as possible, to compensate for this omission, there will be an especially fine cover, to be chosen in competition. Make a note of that, artists, and compete. Any number of colors up to three will be allowed, and more if a design of unusual merit warrants it. Be- tween the covers there will be pages of unusually good matter. four extra ones, making, with the exception of the June issues, the largest Radiator ever published. Illustrations will be a particular feature. As before intimated, the price will not be advanced; of course, a much increased sale is ex- pected—even depended on. v . y E agree with Shakespeare, in his Thanksgiving allusion, when he says:— Fair is fowl and fowl is fair.” For all that, let us be Christians and show a little mercy, even to the turk.” tt tt n it 'J'HE management of the Radiator wishes the paper to represent the schools in every possible way. With this end in view, it has selected as the frontispiece for this issue a production of the art de- partment of the English School. Miss Wiswell’s interior of the Governor Wentworth house is espe- cially appropriate at this time, recalling, as it does, the old colonial days, associated with Thanksgiving. H K QUR hopes of the championship have been cruelly dashed to the ground by the unexpected vic- tory of English High. However, we will take the defeat philosophically; for our reputation for good, clean football remains untarnished, and that is one drop of comfort in our cup of sorrow. We have felt all along that this year we had the material for a full-fledged championship team. But the fates willed otherwise. We can say no more, tor our feelings overcome us. r , y E wish to thank John R. Nichols for his kind assistance in editing the Exchange column during the absence of Miss Berry. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 29 THE BLUE-GRASS COUNTRY. Ey Grace Tyler Pratt. O the observant traveler journeying southward, after crossing the Ohio river there is a change—a change which he perhaps does not notice at once, but which gradually grows upon him as he proceeds farther into Kentucky. 'I he flat level of Ohio gives place to gently- rolling land, with horses, and mules, and sheep wandering in the pastures; and nestled among the hills arc picturesque negro cabins, surrounded by sunflowers or covered with vines. The eager Northern bustle and disputatious competition have disappeared, and over all there is an air of conta- gious tranquillity and calm which is very grateful to the weary traveler. 'Hie signs of life intensify, rather than weaken, this feeling. The languid negro driving his phlegmatic mule, the lone horse- man riding, not as ii he were merely adapting a means to an end, but aimlessly, as for pleasure, the occasional sound of a cowbell among the hills, smoke lazily curling from a cabin around which negro children are sitting on the ground playing together or watching the train go by—all these things impress us with the fact that no one is in a hurry, that there is plenty of time to live easily and grow old gracefully. Yet, to get thoroughly into the atmosphere, one should dispense with railroads and journey on horseback. There is nothing pleasanter in fall or spring than riding through Kentucky on the fine stone pikes, at the sides of which negroes are seen lazily grinding up rocks to repair the ravages made by the swift-footed steeds. This occupation, by the way. is not held in much esteem by the more aristocratic negroes, and there is, I believe, but one means of livelihood which is considered more de- grading. As the traveler rides on, he sees much to interest him. The scenery is by no means of the grand and awful style, but is, on the other hand, cheerful, sunny, and peaceful, and has a certain capability for inspiring like qualities in the mind of the rider. Along the road one meets other riders, who always bow courteously. Oftentimes one secs a whole family riding out.—a young father, with one of his numerous progeny on his steed in front of him. and one behind, and on another horse beside him his young wife, with a sweet face peeping out from under a big sunbonnet. Then, there is the small bov going to mill with a bag of corn to sit on. or returning with his saddle softened by having been converted into meal. At frequent intervals along the pike are toll gates, with little houses close to the road, where oftentimes a pretty girl comes out to receive the toll, suggesting material for a romance as she takes the money from a gallant Kentucky rider, who seizes an opportunity for tarrying a minute by quibbling about the price. Occasionally one may meet families passing through Kentucky while moving from state to state. One evening, attracted by the gleam of a fire among the trees, I stopped to see what was there. Seated at a camp fire was an old woman toasting bread, while she held a child in her arms. Grouped about her were several men. a young woman, and little children, while near at hand was a capacious covered wagon, in which they traveled. They explained to me that they were moving from Tennessee to Indiana, that they had been on the road a number of days, and thought it would be some time before they reached Indiana. What more delightful way of traveling—stopping by the wav to rest at will, and when a storm arises, tarry- ing at a hospitable Kentucky farmhouse! Another feature of Kentucky travel is the stage which carries the mail from one town to another, as the railway connections are often defective; for the Kentuckian has too much pride in his fine pikes and blue-grass nourished steeds to feel dependent on steam or electricity. I recall a journey taken one sunny December day from Shelby ville, the countv seat of Shelby, and the scene of Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” to Frankfort, twenty-two miles dis- tant. Our comfort and pleasure were greatly enhanced bv the stage driver, who was the typical representa- tive of his class.—a jovial, burly, kind-hearted Kentuckian of real English stock. He had a word and a joke for all he met along the road, and passed the compliments of the day as he stopj ed to receive commissions for spools of thread or mo- lasses. or took in eggs and butter, and, alas! most frequently of all, empty whiskey bottles to be filled at Frankfort. Occasionally his baggage was more exciting, as when he received a live turkey, which, in spite of being fastened on behind, kept our in- terest in him constantly active by his occasional savage pecks. This somewhat distracted our at- tention from the dusky young couple on the front scat, who had just been off to be married, and were smilingly conscious of their position. This con- sciousness was expressed by the young black girl, whenever the groom, in a somewhat sheepish way. performed any little attentive office, by her fre- quent lv iterated coy remark. I wished I was to home.” Whenever we came to a hamlet consisting of two or three houses, one of which generally served as a post-office, the driver would take out the well- worn mail bag. and after the rural government offi- cial had selected the few letters that belonged there, and put in a possible paper and postal card, he 30 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR would bring back the bag, not much increased or diminished in weight, to remain with us till we ar- rived at the next United States station. Our stage driver entered fully into the spirit of his position, and had something of interest to tell us about nearly every house we passed. “That is a Methodist church there, he said, pointing to a small edifice set a little back from the main road. They had a mighty lively time in there Wednesday night. Bob Cogswell shot Rar- lington’s wife while they were having a meeting. At our exclamation of surprise lie went on: Yes. he rushed into the church when she was at a meeting, carrying his pistol just like this. (Our driver now took a loaded pistol out of his pocket and illustrated.) This is a mighty lawless place through here; though they always treat me right well. ' Our suggestion that the lawlessness might have some connection with the bottles of whiskey which he dealt out so freely did not receive so enthusiastic a response as many of our remarks. Before we reached Frankfort the twilight came upon us. and we feared that we should not be able to get a view of the place till the next day. But suddenly, without any preparatory signs, the city lay at our feet, plainly visible in the illumination of its many twinkling lights. We were on a hill, and clustered at its base beneath us, the Kentucky river gently flowing through its midst, lay Frank- fort, with its shady streets and comfortable old houses, and all around it, wooded hills. There is much that is interesting to see in Frank- fort. sacred with associations, and into whose his- torv are woven the lives of some of our country’s most brilliant sons. But it would take much time to describe the picturesque old town, so 1 only men- tion such historic old mansions as the Crittenden house, which has in its palmy days entertained many men of national reputation; the governor’s mansion, inhabited by all the governors from the time of Governor Sheiby; the oldest house in town, in which the first sermon in Frankfort was preached, and in which Aaron Burr made his head- quarters and planned his conspiracy. I must also pass over Burr’s trial, when the Frankfort court- house was filled to overflowing to hear Burr’s coun- sel. Henry Clay, and his opponent. Attorncv-Gen- eral Joseph Hamilton Daviess, and I must not stop to tell of the great ball given at the old tavern to celebrate Burr’s acquittal. Rut I cannot leave Frankfort without speaking of the cemetery, which is on one of the overhanging hills. Aside from its beautiful situation, which commands a view of the town, the river, and the hills beyond, it is interesting because of those who lie buried there. The monument of Daniel Boone, the Kentucky pioneer, is here. There arc many former governors buried in this cemetery: also Colonel Richard M. Tohnson, vice-president, whose monument has a medallion representing him as kill- ing the Indian chief Tecumseh. In the middle of the yard there is a large monument to the memory of the soldiers who fell in Mexico. There is also a fine Confederate monument erected by the efforts of the women of Frankfort, on which a Confederate soldier is represented as standing on guaid. There are many Confederate soldiers buried here, and Union soldiers, as well. In the spring two different Memorial davs are observed, one for decorating the graves of those who fell on the Northern side, and one for those who fell on the Southern. For though thirty years have passed, when feel- ing is aroused to such a piten as it was in Kentucky before the war. it takes a long time for the traces of it whollv to disappear. The state never seceded, but the feeling was so intense that families were divided, one son often going into the Confederate armv and one into the Federal: as. for example, the Claw Crittenden, and Monroe families, who gave soldiers to both sides. As a general thing, people there feel that it is best to ignore old differences, yet occasionally some of the smothered feeling bursts forth. One even- ing I was present at the speech of an ex-Confcd- crate colonel from Louisville, who began his oration by waving the Confederate flag and saying. ‘We were right then and we are right now,” which re- mark was greeted with great applause. The negro, however, cherisncs no bitterness for the past. Circumstances have no power to subdue his happy nature. Directly opposite where we lived there was a little stone jail, which was gener- ally full of negroes imprisoned for petty offenses. But they were happy even in confinement, and spent most of their time singing. Summer even- ings. when the windows were open, we could hear them singing their sweet old melodies. Sometimes a mulatto girl would come and sit under their win- dows and play the accordion, accompanying their rich, melodious voices. We were sorry when the authorities passed an ordinance forbidding singing in jail. In various ways the emotional nature of the negro finds play. I well remember a negro revival meeting which we attended. The speaker, a man of considerable oratorical power, had his audience wrought up to a high pitch of emotional excitement. In the course of his fiery eloquence a heavy thunder shower arose, and when, in the midst of his appeals to the wrath of heaven, terrific lightning flashed through the church and bursts of thunder shook the building, the effect was impressive, and it seemed as if he had called down the storm as an aid to his oratory’. There are. indeed, many features in Kentucky life that are full of interest. Not less so than the negro is the Kentucky mountaineer, who has been so attractively depicted by John Fox. who has lived in the mountains so that he might write truthfully of the life there. James Lane Allen, too. with sym- pathetic touch and beautiful language, has told us many stories of the Blue Grass state. But there is still much to be told ; for Kentucky, with her proud history, her natural scenery, her varied kinds of life and people, is rich with suggestions for the histo- rian. the novelist, and the poet. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 31 CALVIN HOWARD, TRUMPETER, H. C. G. F, E.y '03. I was a beautiful June morning at i-oi N inton, .North Dakota. hirst call' ' for ■reveille had just sounded through the still air, and, leaning against the flagstaff in the parade ground stood the regimental trump- eter, waiting ior the company buglers to assemble. lie was a tall, active looking young fellow, and his small hands and well-kept nans would mark him for a gentleman anywhere. One would little think he was only an enlisted soldier in the United States army, drawing but thirteen dollars a month. llis uniform was well brushed, and the brass ornaments and shining trumpet glistened like bur- nished gold in the morning sun. llis dark brown hair was long and wavy, and, being parted in the middle (something unusual for a soldier), added greatly to his appearance. Calvin Howard, the young trumpeter, could not have been over twenty-one years old, and a more graceful looking athlete was never seen in the best college gymnasium in the country. He was a source of wonder and amazement to his comrades, for he never indulged in any of the vices of his com- panions. He did not drink nor use tobacco, and no one had ever heard him use anything but the best language on all occasions. Calvin Howard was a great favorite, however, with ljoth officers and men, his soldierly bearing winning the respect of each. •‘Hulloa. Cal! came the cry as another young fellow made his way down the walk from the bar- racks. carrying his bugle loosely by the blue cord. Swell morning, isn’t it?” It’s just the day for field practice, and I wish—” Oh, hang it! Cal. you’re always thinking of work. broke in his friend; why can't you take life easy the wav 1 do? I’m not always wishing for a day’s march over that sun-dried prairie.” You know. Will. Cal answered, that I owe my life and living to Uncle Sam, and. unlike most peo- ple. I love my work. I would not be out of the army, but for one thing, if you hired me.” What’s that?” Will asked curiously. Oh, never mind, Will: you can't give it to me,” answered Cal. Crossed in love. I'll bet a hat,” thought Will, but he didn’t give utterance to his thoughts. Then aloud, As soon as my time’s up. it is good-by to the service. It is too much work for too little pay. I’m thinking.” Several minutes later the other three trumpeters joined them, and the brisk notes of reveille went ringing out from five brazen trumpets. There! that’s done: now I’m off duty till eleven.” said Will. “Come ahead for a swim. Cal : the old man will let us off. I guess.” You have forgotten that inspection comes off at nine, and as the band has just gone over t Evcrton for the ball, the trumpeters must be on duty for the bugle marches. answered Calvin quietly. I did forget all about it.” said Will mournfully: plague take the old inspection, anyway, we had one last week, and one a month is enough for any- bodv. Well. said Cal. there is no use kicking against orders, and you may as well make the best of it. Besides, vou know the colonel's niece is here, and she said she'd give anything to see an inspection and hear the bugles, so I guess that is why we get another so ciuick. At nine o’clock first call for assembly” and then assembly itself was sounded. Calvin and the other four trumpeters marched up to the forma- tion line and waited. The soldiers quickly took their places with full dress uniforms, their equip- ments well polished, and the Springfields with their brown barrels made lively music beating a tattoo on the hard, sun-baked parade ground. At a signal from Calvin, five shining trumpets were raised, and the lively adjutant's can' in bus two-four time was sounded. Then that dignified officer, in splendid new uniform, marched down to the drums and bugles and took his place. After the battalion had been formed and he had given the order, Guides, posts! in clear, ringing tones, the officers' call sounded. The colonel and staff marched proudly down from the quarters, followed by the eyes of all the spec- tators. In the seats reserved for the officers’ families sat Colonel Xichols’ niece Lilian, surrounded by a group of chattering women, all trying to explain what each manoeuvre meant. She was a beautiful girl, witn dark hair and eyes, and lashes that swept her cheek when she looked down. She was, perhaps, nineteen years old, of medium height, with a lithe, active figure. Since she came to the fort, a great deal had been said about the resemblance between her and Calvin Howard, though she herself had never seen him. Suddenlv she pointed with her linger, and ex- claimed, Why, who is that tall, handsome soldier over there?” Do you mean the adjutant, Lilian?” said her aunt. No, of course not, he is not good looking, said Lilian scornfully. 1 mean that trumpeter standing beside him.” Oh. that is Calvin Howard, the regimental bugler. Your uncle says lie's the finest trumpeter that ever entered the service. Looks as if he were used to something better, doesn’t he?” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR :J2 Calvin, did you say? asked Lilian excitedly. '1 wish you could get him over here lor some rea- son. so 1 can see him. I've heard so much about that resemblance. Why, uncle told me yesterday that he looked enough like me to be my brother. All right, I'll see what 1 can do. Here, Robbie, run over and tell Mr. Howard 1 1 like to see nun after inspection.” Half an hour later he came over to the porch where Lilian and her aunt were silting. Suddenly, without the least warning. Lilian fell back in a faint. Cal ran up the steps, and. taking her in lus arms, carried her into the house; then, gect.ng some water, he quickly brought her back to conscious- ness. I'm better now, thank you; 1 didn’t mean to, but I do faint so easily. It was the heat, 1 think, said Lilian, but her aunt thought differently. After supper that evening, Lilian came up to where Mrs. Nichols was sewing, and said. Auntie, I think I'll tell you something that I have itever told any one else, if you’ll let me. I had a cousin of whom every one said I was the exact image. We had been brought up together; but while he was at college my father and mother died, and his father made me come and live with them. There had been some sort of an understanding between Calvin and me,—for his name was Calvin, too; 1 admired him greatly, and soon this admira- tion turned to love. At college he was wild and reckless, and at last, getting into one scrape too many, was caught and sent home. Ilis father was very angry, and told him to leave the house. I Ie did not really mean it; but Calvin took him at his word and left. He tried to see me to say good-by, but I was disappointed in him. and refused to have anything to say to him. Then, feeling sick at heart over the happenings of the day. I went to my room to lie down. While asleep. 1 dreamed that some one came in and told me that he loved me. In my dream I could not see the person’s face, but felt that it was Calvin. 1 awoke feeling very happy, when suddenly 1 saw a little white envelope lying on my pillow. My joy soon turned to sorrow when I opened it and read, without heading or signature:— “ T have said good-by. and have taken the little golden heart that you used to wear round your neck. I mav never see you again, and I couldn't go without it.’ 1 knew well whom it was from, and how I cried, and regretted that I had let him go away as he did. and how T wished he had left something for me. “Next dav. however, Kate, our servant, handed me a ring which she had found under the couch when she swept the roon. It was his. He must have dropped it off his watch chain. I have kept the ring and the note, and have them now in my trunk.” Lillian. said her aunt, do you love him now?” Y-yes. sobbed Lillian, I think 1 do, now. Well then.' said Mrs. Nichols. 'I think 1 will tell you a little story if you would like to hear it. About a year ago a young man was carried into the garrison hospital with an Indian arrow through his chest, lie was almost dead, but the soldiers who found him said he was staggering along toward the fort. They said that they had never seen such grit and determination since they enlisted, and they had seen a great deal of it. 1 hat was just like Calvin when he was on the football team at Harvard. interrupted Lillian, he was running with the ball when he was thrown and sprained his ankle, but he shook the man off, got up and made the touchdown. Just as he crossed the line he fell fainting under the goal posts. Well. resumed her aunt, when the doctor cut awav the blood-stained shirt they found a little golden heart, and ------ “()h. please don’t tell me anything more, 1 can’t bear it. cried the poor girl. I've found my cousin at last, but please do not tell him or let him know I'm here. 1 he next evening a ball was to be given in honor of Lilian's arrival at the garrison. After the severe shock of the dav before, she decided not to attend, but her aunt finally persuaded her to change her mind. To think of disappointing all these officers who have been looking forward to this evening. said Mrs. Nichols. Rut it was with a heavy heart that she dressed in her handsome ball costume. To the great amazement of the enlisted men. to his own surprise, and to the disgust of the officers, ' al Howard received an invitation. A thing un- precedented in the annals of the fort. The idea of an enlisted soldier attending an officers’ reception. It was shocking. Will, however, said it was perfectly proper, and that ( al was as much of a gentleman as the finest officer in the fort. The night of the ball found Calvin pacing ner- vously up and down, dressed in his perfectly fitting uniform It was nothing like the officers’ uniforms with their gold lace, shoulder-straps, and clanking swords swinging at the heels. In spite of all that. Calvin was bv far the handsomest man present, and the finest dancer. Lillian could not keep her eyes from wandering in his direction. She was wishing he might ask her to dance, when, as if in answer to her wish, he came toward her. Then, just as he bent over to ask her for the dance, overcome with emotion, she rose to leave the room. Cal hastilv followed her. Ten minutes later they came back and finished the last waltz together. What passed between them while out on the porch was never known, but on the face of each, as they went circling round the hall, was a look of unspeak- able happiness, and the several young officers who had been at swords’ points since the day Lilian ar- rived looked around and sighed. SOM EU VI LI HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 33 BENEATH THE ACROPOLIS. By C. Sherwood Ricker, L. H. S., '04. YER since 1 first opened «a page of his- tory, the annals of Greece savored of amazing interest to my youthful imagination. As years wore on, and my college career was nearing its close, that spark of interest had long since burst into an ardent flame. Fate seemed to will it that 1 should devote my life to the dreams of my youth. A year after graduation found me studying architecture in Athens, the city of earlier idle fancies. I took up my abode with a certain Codrus 1’latides. who told an interesting story of how he traced his ancestry back to the Codrus whom we principally know through legend. I had just fin- ished a little volume on the architecture of the Acropolis, and had submitted it to my Grecian friend for approval. Two evenings later he wan- dered into my room, seated himself in an easy chair. In one hand lie held the manuscript, and in the other a pipe. For fully five minutes he re- mained silent, the expression on his face telling nothing of his thoughts. Then he said: ‘‘Friend, if you had been a little deeper in your observations, you would have learned something the world longs to know. Even now you shall learn, but you arc to keep most sacred whatever your mortal eyes view. You will be in the burial places of persons once of high es- tate. To-morrow night you may enter their earthly resting places. You not only go to see, but for me—I have a reason for your presence in that sacred place. Ask not questions. All I need is vour consent. Will you go?” Imagine with what sensations 1 listened to these words, seeming so devoid of reason. Half stupefied. I said: What and where is this sanctuary?” “Ah. friend, that I cannot tell you; trust to me. You shall learn—but without harm.” If I give my answer by morning, will it do.- 1 asked. .. Yes, any time before to-morrow evening, he replied. My love for anything out of the ordinary soon brought me to acquiesce, and the next evening we started out for the Acropolis. The night was cloudy and a cold, bleak wind chilled us as we began to ascend the hill. Hardly a word had been spoken since we started, and then for the first time Platidcs broke the silence. You remember in the manuscript where you spoke of the queer construction of a certain pedestal?” “Yes. the fourth one, this wav from the south end. you mean.—its worn corner. That's it.” said Platides. “ It is there where you might have learned enough to make yourself a place in history equal to those whose sanctuaries you will soon enter.” Once more he lapsed into silence. W e were now near the top, and a hazy moon just peering above the horizon in the distance was making an ineffec- tual attempt to climb the cloud banks. The Parthenon now lay directly in front of us, and but a short distance away. Platidcs showed some signs of nervousness, and gazed about him in an uneasy manner. The fourth pillar was reached without any apprehension of danger. Imagine my surprise when my Grecian friend, without seeming trouble, actually slid the pedestal aside! Platides crawled through the opening, and I followed. The pedestal was then replaced. With a lighted torch we made our way down a narrow staircase. One hundred and twenty steps 1 counted before we reached the corridor. The height permitted one to stand upright, and the width allowed two abreast. This evidently centuries ago had been cut out from the solid rock. Through this corridor we passed for about oOO feet. '1 he end led into a small square room, con- taining three pillars of a blackish marble. Here seemed the end of our journey. There were no continuations leading out in any other direction. Platidcs looked a little perplexed for a moment— then, with a sudden impulse, stepped to the farthest pillar, and pushed it to one side as though it worked on a pivot. Here, again, we encountered a short staircase. At the foot of this we were brought abruptly into a spacious room. Directly as we were about to enter, Platides blew out the torch. What means this?” I asked, thinking something evil astir. Hush—watch!” Slowly and dimly a little lurid flame danced to and fro in the centre of the hall. Gradually it faded, and a hazy light resumed its place, slowly expanding. Soon the room was brilliantly lighted: the grandeur that met my eyes petrified me to tin- spot. 'I'he air seemed perfumed from hidden cen- sers. a faint sound of weird music was wafted to my ears, and this, combined with the excessively exquisite ornaments, had a profound effect upon me. Even now. as I write, that picture, marked indelibly upon my memory, is brought back. A massive table of stone occupied the centre of the hall, and several benches, with backs dotted here and there with a curious little design formed of precious stones, were near the table. All this stone work was of the same material as the blackish marble that had composed the pillar. The highly- polished surface added greatly to the intensity. In the further right-hand corner of the hall were font exquisitely-decorated sarcophagi. From one of these Platides drew a small slab set with precious stones in a peculiarly systematic manner. This,” said he, is a message which I must know, and it is for its solution I brought you here.” I took the slab of marble lie handed me. It was black, and measured about nine by six inches, and 34 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR was not over one-half a foot in thickness. On it were the following stones, and in the order I now give them: Pearl, emerald, emerald, turquoise, pearl, turquoise, diamond, ruby, emerald, tur- quoise. a stone black, but of exceeding bril- liance. called black diamond, pearl, emerald, turquoise, pearl, emerald, ruby, black dia- mond. black diamond, and pearl. This mode of delivering a message was indeed out of the ordinary, but during my childhood days I always loved to devise ciphers and the like, and one, I re- member, was performed by taking our little water- color paints and letting the colors represent out- letters. As 1 looked this over. 1 soon became aware of a profuseness in variety of color on the slab. Emerald and emerald coming together, and the two black diamonds soon suggested double let- ters. It was then that I remembered that this was in Greek, and would necessitate even more study than an ordinary message in cryptographical form. At this moment I was distracted from the study of the slab to the sudden change in the color of light and brilliancy of the room. A yellow atmos- phere seemed to envelop me—the hall slowly dis- appeared. I looked into space. Then, again, my credulity was taxed to its uttermost. Slowly old Athens rose before me. I saw her as she looked in the time of Theseus and Codrus. 1 saw her dur- ing the two decades of the Graeco-Persian wars. All rose before me. from the demanding of earth and water bv the Persians to the battles of Plataca and Mvcale. I reviewed the Peloponnesian war, the Spartan supremacy. Then I saw most cul- tured Athens—the home of arts—in its final strug- gle, its last gasp. The light dimmed. I looked The Old Governor Wentworth House. By Belle 0. Wis ivell, E., 03. On the outskirts of Portsmouth, X. 11., close by the water's edge, is situated an historic and pictur- esque mansion built in the Old Colony days, when George HI. reigned in England. The house is of the colonial type, and was built and occupied by Governor W entworth, of New Hampshire. The interior is full of fascinating corners, about each one of which could be woven a separate story in itself. An arrav of muskets on either side of the heavily- barred door shows us clearly the precautions taken for safety during that trying period of our country’s history. It was from the council chamber of this old house that the first edicts which stirred the peo- ple to revolt were issued. I'he .decorations arc elaborate, and the furniture, which is left us to admire, is massive and of ancient style, but withal beautiful. It is. perhaps, about the old fireplace, with its ample chimncy-piccc and carved mantel, that our imaginations of colonial life most fancifully cling. “Go back to your cedar chamber. Your gowns and your lavender. And dream, ’mid their bygone graces, Of the wonderful days that were. upon Athens—upon the Eye of Greece. a few Doric. Ionic, and Corinthian pillars among smouldering ruins. The lurid light flickered, and once again I was in the hall. My interest turned to the slab and its message. It was then I ob- served that the stones were placed in pairs, as the pearls and emeralds appear thrice. At that I divided them up in pairs, and discovered that there was an extra stone, and also merely two appearances of pearls and emeralds. Hence some stone must act as a division. Every stone, you will notice, is found in company with some other at least twice, except the ordinary diamond. This made my mes- sage of two words, one of three letters and the other of seven. Here it was that the imagination of I'latides fitted in the Greek word table— trapezes—as the last word. I thought so, burst out I'latides in a high state of excitement. 1 knew it was around the table, but where----” A little thinking told us it could mean but cpi— upon. Hereupon I'latides leaped upon the table as I spoke. See. see! he cried, pointing above his head. There undoubtedly was an opening—an Opening which looked into black space. Platides crawled through—slowly he vanished. I was alone. I waited—no Platides came back. I began to be overpowered with intense fear. Everything became dark: the room had gone. There was a roaring sound—a rending, a crash. I awoke: it was a dream. I was vet a youth. On the table before me was my Greek history and a volume of Poe. Out of doors a terrific thunder storm was raging. The flashes of lightning were as dazzling as the dia- monds I had seen. Mr. Charles L. Abbot. Charles L. Abbot, formerly principal of the Gardner High School, fills the vacancy in the Eng- lish High School caused by the resignation of Mr. C orthell. He teaches history and mathematics. I lie new instructor is a native of Sheffield, Conn., where he was born in 1808, but his home is in Gardner. lie fitted for college at the Stevens High School in Claremont. X. 11. He received the de- gree of A. I . at Dartmouth College in the class of 91. In 1897 he received the degree of LL.B. from the University of Michigan. Subsequently he has taught in the Nashua (N. II.) High School as sub- master. and as principal in the Weymouth and Gardner High Schools. In 1893 he was married to Miss Edith M. Howard, of Claremont, N. II. --------------------------------- E. B. L. Club. 'I'he ever popular E. I� . L. Club, organized in '99, announces the officers chosen for '01 and '02: President. Miss Irene Horton: vice-president. Miss Alice Stoddcr: secretary and treasurer. Miss Aline Hanscom. The club pin, chosen in ’99, has been replaced by another far more artistic. Roys, “thou shah not covet. for thev are to be strictly the property of the members of the club. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 35 NEW ENGLISH SCHOOL PICTURES. By Esther Bailey. The new pictures which have been hung in the English High School building are Braun photo- graphs, imported by the school from Paris, and pur- chased with a part of the Cantata fund. They arc twenty-one in number, nineteen from masterpieces of painting and sculpture, and two from architec- tural subjects. The first group may be classified under the dif- ferent national schools to which the artists of the originals belong. Italian School. Moses, by Michel Angelo. This is the central figure of the monument which marks the tomb of Pope Julius II. in the church of San Pietro in Vincoli in Rome. It has been called the crown of modern sculpture,” and no stronger, more majestic figure is known to art. Delphic Sibyl, by Michel Angelo. Erythrcan Sibyl, by Michel Angelo. These two figures are from the ceiling fresco of the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican Palace in Rome. The subject of the whole is the history of creation and of the first patriarchs, with accessory person- ages of prophets and sibyls dreaming of the dispen- sation to come. The entire fresco covers 10,000 square feet, and contains 343 figures, upon which the artist worked four and one-half years, with five assistants for a small part of that time. Nothing in all painting equals the boldness and grandeur of this decoration. Michel Angelo Buonarotti was born at Caprese in 1 175. died at Rome in 1504, and was buried in the church of Santa Croce, Florence. He filled a long life with almost unceasing toil, and produced a surprising number of great works in the fields of sculpture, painting, and architecture. Tainc says: Dante, Shakespeare, Beethoven, and Michel An- gelo are the four great men of all times.” Sisline Madonna, by Raphael, Royal Gallery, Dresden. This, believed to be a late work of the artist, was painted for the monks of the monastery of San Sisto. In 1753 it was purchased by Elector Augus- tus III. of Saxony for the Dresden Gallery, where it occupies a room by itself, and is justly considered the gem of the collection. Raphael San .io was born at Urbino in 1483, and died at Rome in 1520. His work is characterized by grace, finish, delicacy, and most of all by a per- fect feeling for true beauty. Man tcilh the (Hove, by Titian, Louvre, Paris. Titian Vecclli was born at Cadore in Venetia in 1477. and died at Venice in 1576. As a portrait painter he has never been surpassed, and, in the opinion of many critics, he was the greatest colorist that ever lived. Rounded completion is what stamps him as a master. When he looks at a human being, he sees at a glance the whole of its nature, outside and in; all that it has of form, of color, of passion, or of thought.” Flemish School. Habnis' Two Sons, by Rubens, Lichtenstein Gallery, Vienna. (Also a copy at Dresden.) Peter Paul Rubens, the most celebrated of Flem- ish painters, was born at Sicgcn in 1577, and died at Antwerp in 1640. He painted historical sub- jects. portraits, landscapes, and animals with equal success. 1 le was a magnificent colorist, and unsur- passed in technical skill. Children of Charles . of England, by Van Dyck, Royal Gallery, Dresden. William II. of Nassau, by Van Dyck, Hermitage. St. Petersburg. Anton Van Dyck was born at Antwerp in 1599, and died at London in 1641. He ranks unong the first Flemish portrait painters. His work is char- acterized bv delicacy and lightness of touch and the perfection of elegance. He wished to be and re- main the painter of the aristocracy, and distinction is his great gift. All his subjects are manifestly posed: all are calm; not one is common.” Dutch School. Sortie of the Civic Guard, by Rembrandt. Ryks Museum, Amsterdam. This has been commonly miscalled The Night Watch.” It represents a call to arms of the civic guard, and was painted in 1642 for Captain Frans Banning Cocq and his company of musketeers to hang in their guild hall. Rembrandt van Ryn, or Rijn, was born near Leyden in 1606, and died at Amsterdam in 1669. He was a wonderful colorist and a master of light and shade. Though his light and shadows are sometimes exaggerated, his portraits have great dignitv and character. limn ion of Officers of SI. Andrew, by Frans Hals, Municipal Museum, Haarlem. This, sometimes called the artist's masterpiece, represents the officers assembled in their hall under their colonel. John Claeszoon Loo. in 1633. Frans ! fals was born at Mechlin in 1584, and died in 1666. Only within recent years has come the tardy recognition of his greatness. lie was fond of the bluff, robust type, had an irresistible humor, and a profound knowledge of human nature. His works arc brilliant in color and splendid in breadth of effect. Spanish School. Don Balthasar Carlos on Horseback. by Velasquez. Prado. Madrid. The subject of the picture. Prince Balthasar, son of Philip IV. of Spain, was born in 1629, and died at SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR the age of seventeen. This portrait represents him at the age of seven. Don Diego Velasquez le Silva was born at Seville in 1599, and died in 1660. He was a realist, incapable of self-deception, and hence, after two hundred and fifty years, now receives proper recog- nition. and is called the greatest painter Spain has produced. 'Tie drew the minds of men. They live, breathe, and seem ready to walk out of their frames.” Children of the Shell, by Murillo, Prado, Madrid. Bartolome Esteban Murillo was born at Seville in 1(M 8. and died in 1682. He had a decided gift for color, and his works are remarkable for softness, splendor, and harmony. As a painter of children he has always been popular. French School. The Gleaners, by Millet, Louvre. Paris. lean Francois Millet was born at Gruchy in 1815. and died at Barhizon in 1875. His life was one of poverty and hardship, a peasant among peasants. He shows onlv the sombre side of this life, the side which he himself saw. Though his paintings have many technical defects, his own soul shines out from the toil-worn figures. Oxen Going fo War :, by Troyon. Louvre, Paris. Constant Troyon was born at Sevres in 1813, and died at Paris in 1865. lie was a great painter of animals and landscapes, and his pictures are ad- mired for their variety of effects, fidelity to nature, and brilliant coloring. Dance of Nymphs: Morning, by Corot. Louvre, Paris. Jean Baptiste Camille Corot was born at Paris in 1796. and died in 1875. He failed in figures, but every detail of nature he loved and painted with wonderful power. His work has a real poetic quality, full of jovousness, freshness, and grace. He said of himself: 1 am only a skylark, singing little songs in my gray clouds.” “1814” by Meissonier. Jean Meissonier was born at Lyons in 1815, and died in 1891. His pictures arc usually small, but of exquisite finish and very popular. Song of the Lurk, by Jules Breton. Jules Breton was born at Courrieres in 1827. Like Millet, he is celebrated for his pictures of peas- ant life, which he portrays with sympathy and pa- thetic realism. English School. Mrs. Siddons, by Gainsborough, National Gallery, London. Thomas Gainsborough was born at Sudbury in 1727. and died at London in 178s. He painted por- traits chiefly in the early part of his career, and later devoted himself to landscapes. He excels in rich- ness of color, simplicity, and fidelity to nature. Gainsborough’s hand,” says Ruskin. is as light as the sweep of a cloud, as swift as the flash of a sun- beam. His forms are grand, simple, and ideal.” The Fighting Tcmcroirc, by Turner, National Cal- ler v. London. Joseph M. V. Turner was born at London in 1775. and died in 1851. According to Ruskin. he surpassed all former aitists in the expression of the infinite redundance of natural landscape. 11 is work joined the most intense appreciation of all tender- ness. with delight in all magnitude and memory for all detail. Architectural. Court of the Caryatides. This is a detail from the Ercchtheium, the most famous Ionic building, now a ruin, on the Athenian Acropolis. It dates from about 400 B. C. The court takes its name from the six beautiful figures of maidens, which serve as supports for the roof. L in rot n Ca lit edral. The cathedral church of St. Mary. Lincoln. Eng., was begun in 1074 by the first Norman bishop. Nearly cverv century since, up to the nineteenth, has seen some addition to the original simple struc- ture. until it stands to-day a marvelous combination of many stvles and periods. It has. however, more Gothic characteristics than almost any other build- ing in England. Kappa Phi Eta Third Annual Ball. 'I he Kappa Phi Eta Club, S. L. S., 1902, gave its annual ball at Anthoinc’s academy on November 14. 'flic club has an enviable reputation of giving select and successful parties, and the ball was a complete success in every respect. The hall and chandeliers were tastily decorated with the club s colors, blue and white, by means of bunting and crepe paper. The stage was arranged especially for the matrons. Mrs. A. O’Leary and Mrs. M. Cur- rier, with rugs, ferns, palms, etc., and in the centre was a large wooden model of the club pin, done by ex-President Ralph Temple. Townc's orchestra furnished the music, and they certainly outdid themselves in the excellency of their playing. It was simply superb. Refreshments were served by A. G. Pearson. The aids were President James J. Hepburn. Vice-President Herbert E. Fleischner, Frank Currier, Ralph Temple, and Chester Fleischner. ------------------ A Fancy. 8y T. §M.f L. H. S. Into the nursery of the world, In the gloaming of the year, Comes Autumn, gentle nurse, and says, Bedtime is near!” Dame Nature’s children hear her voice. And cease their games of glee, And doff their garments, one by one, All silently, Then bend their heads a space to pray, While over them is drawn The great white blanket of the snow Until the morn. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 37 TRUE FRIENDSHIP’S TEST. Laurence T. Cain, L.f '02. OHN IIAZELTON sat in his cosy room buried in thought; his eyes were fixed on vacancy, and every now and then a deep sigh escaped him. Suddenly there came a knock at the door; Hazelton glanced up quickly, straightened himself, and said, Come in. The door opened, and a portly,good-natured matron en- tered the room. Why. John, what is the matter? You look as blue as a grave-digger. Come, cheer up: see, I have brought vou a letter.” I've been thinking of Harry, Mrs. Allen. It’s just six months since he went away. I saw his father yesterday, and he swore lie would never let him under his roof again, even if he did come back. And his sister Louise! Poor girl! it has almost broken her heart. I guess her heart will not wholly break as long as John Hazelton is near. Ah, John?” She looked at him archly, but. seeing the sad iook in his eves, she went on: Yes, it is too bad about Harry, he was such a lovable cnap; so kind to chil- dren. Do you know, John, that, next to you, I liked Harrv Vane better than any lad I’ve ever met. Rut I am forgetting. Here, John, is a letter for you, postmarked San Francisco. It must be that mining letter you’ve been expecting. John’s eyes lighted up perceptibly. Give it to me quickly, Mrs. Allen.” He snatched it from her hami and hastily broke the seal. As he read, his color heightened and his eyes gleamed. It is from Ross, Milliken, Co., those engineers I told you of. Listen :— 'Mr. lohn Hazelton: Dear Sir—Your com- munication of the sixth received; by the same mail we also received a letter from Mr. Vane. and. judg- ing by his opinion, you are fit to manage a king- dom. Mr. Wane intends to open some new mines in Southern California, and advises that we place you in sole charge of one. So consider yourself engaged, and be prepared to start before the tenth. 'Yours in haste. ‘Ross, Milliken, Co.’” That is fine!” ejaculated Mrs. Allen, when he had finished: “but, John, you are going away from ns all. and you may never return.” A tear trickled down her cheek as she softly left the room. John Hazelton buried his face in his hands. O, Harrv. old man. I am going away, and if you come back, vou will have no friend to receive you. Vou, who have done so much for me: I am started in life. God only knows where you are, or what you are doing.” Two months later an old stage coach was drawn up to the door of the Golden Nugget hotel. A young man alighted hastily from the vehicle and stepped into the saloon. A dozen or so rough miners in red shirts and cowhide boots were to be seen in various parts of the house. Some were playing cards, but the greater part were leaning on the bar. talking. Men. said the new-comer, we’re all ready; so pack up, for we'll be off in an hour. Such a spectacle as was then enacted the tall young engineer had never seen before. Some made a break for the stairs to get their outfits; others made a dive for the bar to get as many drinks as they could before starting; still others went around the room, shaking hands with every one they met. John Hazelton approached one miner, taller and stouter than the rest, and tapped him on the shoulder. “McGregor, will you please see that the men don't drink too much? You know we've got a long journey before us. I will. said McGregor, trust me for that.” With that he approached the bar and called out: Come, boys, the coach is ready; mind ye, we’re going up to the mines in a coach. Come on, bundle yourselves in and we’ll be off. The men took one parting drink and did as Mc- Gregor had ordered. For there was not a man among them who did not fear this tall, muscular Scotchman. They loved him. too, for his kind ways and his generous pocket. Thank you. McGregor. Jack said, when all the men had gone. “Now, I suppose you want a drink yourself.” No. young man. I never touch it. replied the other. The men didn't like me at first for it. but now ! fancy they kind o respect me for't. Well. I do for one. said Hazelton. as he grasped the Scotchman’s hand. McGregor, you’ll be a grand man to have around when there’s trouble.” lie walked up to the bar. and. pulling a leathern wallet from his pocket, said to the individual who served the drinks: How much, sir? Being told, without anv remonstrance he handed over a wad of greenbacks. That’s quite a sum to pay for twelve men stop- ping here two days, isn’t it?” he said, smiling to the liost. It is. for a fact.” said the latter, also smiling, but we like to soak you fellers when we get the chance. I say. young feller.” he went on. “do ye know that these here regions is just chuck full of robbers? Well, it’s a fact. And say,” continued he. as a sudden thought struck him. wouldn’t it be a joke if they stopped that old coach of yours; you know, thev might take it for the stage. The idea so tickled him that he put his head on the bar and roared and roared. A smile overspread McGregor’s countenance. Tt might be a joke for us. but it wouldn’t be for the stage-robbers, vou bet. Say, Tim.” he continued to the owner of the Golden Gulch, “did ye hear about Pete McLean bein’ killed?” Naw: is Pete dead?” 88 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Yes, lie is. They strung him up, those cursed stage-robbers; he wouldn’t give up a cent, so they took him out and hung him to the nearest tree.” Come on.” shouted a miner, coming to the door. The boys are ready.” The young engineer and McGregor sprang to the door. They entered the coach ; the driver mounted the box. Everything in here, everybody got all his stuff?” queried McGregor. All nodded assent, and Hazel- ton gave the signal to start. With a whoop and a shout and many good-bys, they were off, and John Hazelton was embarked on his new career. What fate was it that made those three horsemen, just about to gallop away, spy, toiling up the moun- tain road, a stagecoach.-' ■Men, the leader cried, the stage, the stage! There’s no stage due at this time,” replied the second. “Well, see for yourself,” cried the first sullenly. Ain’t that the stage? Come on, get your shooters ready.” “I’m sick of this work,” burst out the one who had not yet spoken. 1 told you, Harris, I’d have no more of it. When you hanged that poor fellow last week, it kinder brought me to my senses. I’ll have no more of this work. I’m going to quit.” O, ye are, are ye?” said the one called Harris. Well, what ye goin’ to do without a cent? I tell ye,” he went on, “don’t squeal now, for we all need the money, but after this is over ver can quit and do as ye want ter. Go home ter dear, sweet friends yer always talking about, yer young tenderfoot.” An hour later, as the stage came around the bend three black-masked forms arose from the shrub- bery. Halt! cried tiie leader, a pistol in each hand. The driver immediately did as he was ordered. The three approached the coach. All was silent within for a moment. Then suddenly a terrible uproar arose. The leader in the black mask caught sight of the blue-shirted forms, and his courage forsook him. The horses, the horses,” he cried to his companions. Without further explana- tion. all three bounded to their steeds, which were tethered to a tree a short distance away. But the miners had all left the coach, and shot after shot rang out. The robbers reached their horses; two mounted and escaped, but a bullet struck the third horse, and he fell. The miners were upon his rider in a moment, and would have torn him to pieces had not one cried out, Hold on, boys, let’s string him up, just like they did to Pete McLean. Some one get a rope.” Hazelton and McGregor stood looking on silently. The former would have intervened, had not the Scotchman grasped him by the arm. “Don’t do it. lack; the boys are awful mad; there is no tcllin’ what they’d do if you were to interfere.” So Hazelton stood there motionless, although his mind revolted at the thought of killing this man in cold blood. A rope was quickly brought, and the stage- robber’s hands pinioned behind his back ; then they led him to a tree, and a rope was thrown around his neck. The young engineer then stepped up. Men. he said solemnly, before you send this man to his Maker. I wish to speak one word to him.” The men drew back sullenly, and Hazelton ap- proached the silent form, lie drew the mask back trom the robber’s face. As the prisoner’s counte- nance was exposed, John Hazelton recoiled as if shot. My God, Harry, is it you?” He stood as if paralyzed for a moment. Then he wheeled about, backed up against the tree, and pulled two revolvers from his pocket. Men,” he said with- out a tremor. I was just about to let you commit a horrible crime—a cold-blooded murder; but, thank God. it has not been done. You shall not hang this man. do you hear? You shall not touch him. An angry murmur broke from the miners. One burly brute stepped forth. What, men, are yc goin’ to let this go? Arc ye goin’ to be cheated of your revenge by this young tenderfoot?” “Why. we’ll hang the villain, if we have to hang the boss, too. The miners murmured assent. Men.” said Hazelton, and his voice had some- thing terrible in it. “you see these pistols? Well, thev are both loaded, and I’ll shoot the first mother’s son of you who comes near the man.” The men stood back, awed, and McGregor pushed his way through the crowd. Boys, I’m ashamed of myself for letting you carry on this way. But I felt just as mad and as cruel as you did. But two wrongs don’t make a right. We have got to give this man a fair trial, as Mr. Hazelton says. Whv. what’s the difference, boys? Sihcr Gulch is only ten miles away. We can give him a trial there; there’s a judge, and you know what the ver- dict’ll be. But it will look better, boys, it will look better. Now, we’ll camp here for the night, and to-morrow we’ll reach the diggings. I’ll take charge of the prisoner, boys, that is. Mr. Hazelton and me.” When McGregor said a thing, that settled it, and the miners finally gave in. The Scotchman ap- proached Hazelton, who had hardly moved a muscle. McGregor, may God bless you,” fer- vently said he. McGregor, you’ve stood by me so far. but I’ve a far greater favor to ask of you. You know the friend I was telling you about yes- terday who found me a poor lad, who got his father interested in me. who sent me to college, and, in fact, the man who. above every one else, helped to make me what ! am? You know I told you how he got among bad companions, ran into debt, and, to save himself from what he thought disgrace, went away? Well, this man is he, and, McGregor. I can- not let him die. I would rather be burned, shot, hanged, or anything myself, but I cannot let him be killed.” The prisoner had stood stiff and rigid up to this time, but now he broke down and sobbed. O, Jack. I deserve to be hanged. Don’t try to save me. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 31� This was to be my last act of wickedness, 1 had vowed, and I guess it will be.” McGregor stepped up to him and lifted the noose from his neck. Young man. they'll not hang you, if 1 can prevent it. I'll do this for Jack, not for you, for I love Jack. A tear glistened in his honest blue eye. To-night I'll be on guard over you. and when all the boys are asleep, i 11 cut the ropes and let you go. I’ve never done such a thing before, but I’ll do it now.” The moon was rising over the dark crest of the mountains as two forms emerged from the tent and crept silently down the rocky path. Good-by, Jack, my God reward you, for I never can. Remember. responded Ilazclton, you’re to come back. Get a full outfit and come up to the diggings. It’s a new place, and no one will ever know you. We'll begin together, you and 1, old friend, and, with the help of God. we will never stray from the path of righteousness. Good-bv, old man. The next morning, when the miners arose from their sleep. McGregor assembled them, and said solemnly:— Boys, you need never trust me again, for Dan McGregor is the biggest galoot in these here Rocky mountains. Boys, the prisoner has escaped. ______________________«••• ••♦-__ Memories of the Red Ear. By S. P., L. S. Evenin’, Ezrv, old friend. I’m glad Yer dropped in. fer, Ezrv. I'm kinder sad A-thinkin' of ol‘ times, when yew an’ me Wuz younger an’ perter than what we be. Come close ter the fire, old friend. I guess Yer kin help yersclf ter the cider, Ez, The cider an' apples, an’ hot popcorn; Take all ver kin manage, an’—wall. I swarn! Red kernels mixed with the rest, somehow, Come off er some red ear, an’ I'll allow Thet car wuzn’t shucked but what some young foot Kissed the gal Highest him. ’cordin' ter rule! Here’s ter the ear thet's red an’ bright! An’ here’s ter the hearts thet arc young an’ light! An’ here’s ter the cider a-fiowin’ free! An’ here’s ter the ol’ chaps like yew an’ me! An' here's ter the cv’nin's long ago, I.ate in the autumn an' afore the snow! An’ here's ter the huskin’ bee’s thet we hed! An’ here’s tew our partners, all cold an’ dead! An’ here’s ter the warm, red lips we sought Whenever the red ear wuz our glad lot! Blue eyes an’ bright eyes, an’ checks all aglow In the autumn ev’nin’s of long ago! Under the sod they’re et rest, old friend. Behind the old church, an’ is thet the end? Jest ask the red kernel we ust ter lay Down under the sod in the self-same way. We buried it there, all withered an' dry, But when the spring breezes come whis’p’rin’ by, Thev called the corn out, an' twuz young an’ fair. An fresher than 'twuz when we laid it there. So mav it be with them thet hcv gone. Ter come stealin' forth like the growin’ corn, An' ter robe themselves in the fairer clothes, An' be it with us ez it is with those! So here’s ter the ear thet's red an’ bright! An’ here’s ter the hearts thet arc young an' light! An’ here’s ter the cider a-flowin’ free! An’ here’s ter the ol’ chaps like yew an’ me! An’ here’s ter the warm, red lips we sought Whenever the red ear wuz our glad lot! Blue eyes an' bright eyes, an' cheeks all aglow, In the autumn ev'nin’s of long ago! ------------------ Alumni Notes. The following graduates of Latin School. '01. arc pursuing courses at Harvard: Lester Bacon, Ches- ter Brown, and C. Ashton R. Sanborn. The following arc at Tufts: William Fisher. John Milner, George Shearer. Robert Spline, and Austin Works. Samuel Bartlett passed the Harvard examina- tions. but afterwards decided to go to Brown. Horace Leavitt passed at Harvard, but is now at Princeton. Robertson was admitted to Harvard, but is going to enter with the class of '0(5. Frank Funckc is at the Lawrence Scientific School. Arthur Kimpton and Harry Wilkins are at Dart- mouth. Robert Bennett and John C. Ilaartz are in busi- ness. Edward Arnold, Charles Stackpole, and William Ryan are working with business firms. Alexander Graham is taking a post-graduate course at the Latin School. Among the girls: Misses Bennett, Stowers, Wil- son. and Lewis are at Radcliffe: Misses Burney, Bowker. Chipman. McCoy, Munroe. and Thomp- son have entered Tufts; Miss Browe and Miss Perry have gone to Smith. Miss Kinsman is studying music; Misses Whita- ker and McGann have entered the Framingham Normal School: Miss Carrie A. Hall is at Boston University: Miss Maude C. Kathan is at the Nor- mal School of Gvmnastics; Miss Alice L. Lyon is at the Kindergarten Normal School: and Miss Helen E. True is at Mt. Holyoke. Miss Farrell and Miss Woodman have passed successful exam- inations for Trinitv and Radcliffe. respectively, but will not enter until later. Miss Ford is taking a special course in modern languages at the Latin School. 40 SOM ICR VILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR EXCHANGE We are glad to welcome several Western papers among our exchanges. The Imp is neatly and attractively arranged. A storv or two would improve the tone of the Tin Horn. The Winchester Recorder is a well-written paper. The stories are good, and an interesting serial has been begun. The Racquet is exceedingly good, and promises to be one of our best exchanges. Manv beautiful and heartfelt tributes to our dead president have been found in the exchanges from cvcrv corner of the United States. They certainly show how universal is the love and respect in which the young people hold their country and its magis- trates. The Latin School Register is a very attractive paper. The stories are interesting and well writ- ten. The poem, Raprecht, is especially good. The Shamrock from a young ladies' school in Atlanta is interesting to their Northern sisters. VVe wish that one of them might visit our school, and think perhaps then they might have a better opinion of a “Northern girl. The High School Argus of Harrisburg is a wide- awake little paper. • The Cherry and White contains several good short stories. It seems to be in very good hands, which, we notice, are mostly girls' hands. The Student from Bridgeport, Conn., is a very lively paper. Every department seems to be well managed, and the headings for the various col- umns are good. This ancient umbrella belonged to my grand- father. “Ah! One of the shades of your ancestors! There is gladness in her gladness When she’s glad; There is sadness in her sadness When she’s sad: But the gladness of her gladness, And the sadness of her sadness Aren’t a marker to the madness Of her madness When she’s mad. First Voyager—“Hello, what’s up?” Second Voyager—“Most everything. Some folks won’t mind their business; Phe reason is, you'll find, They either have no business, Or else they have no mind. Good resolutions are like babies at a concert. They ought to be carried out. “As Providence willed, Bv her bicycle killed--” Twas thus the epitaph ran; In bloomers and cap. Though sad the mishap, She went to her death like a man. Schoolmaster (entering dormitory)— What are you doing out of bed at this hour. Murphy? Murphy— O, sor. 1 got out to tuk myself in. Bovs, said Deacon Elderberry, a person grossly insulted me the other day by offering me a drink. Well, what did you do? we asked. I must admit. said the deacon, with a twinkle in his eve. that I swallowed the insult.” Captain (to awkward squad)—“When 1 say halt, put the foot that is on the ground beside the foot that is in the air. and remain motionless! What kind of a robbery is not dangerous? A safe robbery, of course. We have boiled the hydrant water, We have sterilized the milk. We have strained the prowling microbes Through the finest kind of silk. We have bought and we have borrowed Every patent health device, And at last the doctor tells us That we've got to boil the ice. JMusician- And you have felt this for several days? ll'ni. let me see your tongue.” Patient— It’s no use, doctor; no tongue can tell how I suffer.” Teacher (in physics)— When rain falls, does it ever rise again? Pupil— Yes, sir. Tcac 11 er—' ‘ W lien?” Pupil— In dew time. I suppose.” Teacher— You may sit down. I am always selfish when 1 am on a steamer.” I low’s that? I always want the earth.” Teacher— Give me an example of a long sen- tence and a short one. Bright Boy— Ten years. Ten days.” I can only urge the counsel That the Quaker gave his son: Be good and you’ll be happy, But volt’ll miss a lot of fun. He— 1 always say what 1 think.” She— You’re not much of a talker, arc you?” Went to college, Joined the eleven. Played one game, Went to heaven. Graduate, at parting, with emotion—“Professor. I am indebted to you for all I know.” Professor— Don’t mention such a trifle.” But. ma, Uncle John eats with his knife.” Hush, dear; Uncle John is rich enough to eat with a fire shovel if lie prefers to.” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 41 1902. Miss I. in French—“How many hooks have vou killed? Have von seen Story do the sword-swallowing act ? 'I'eachcr in English- A team is composed of two or more animals. Therefore it is correct to say football team. Alexander the Great—Graham. 'I'eachcr in Latin— Hercules was Juno’s step- mother. Miss . in Greek—“Having gone to sleep, lie went to bed. A clear case of somnambulism. A case of mistaken identity: G. V. Proctor and II. E. Fleischner. Dark doings in room A—when Miss Sturtcvant tipped the inkwell over. Whiting’s rendering of Save him from shame — Shave him from hamc. We never took Whiting to be a Scotchman. Teacher— Do you understand that?’ Yes. sir. Please explain it. I guess I don't understand it. Miss I. in Greek— 1 did the next line, but I did not get it. Advice to those who couldn’t climb Mt. Wash- ington with Nichols—Put up an extension ladder in your back yard. Nichols (Shakespcriodically in Greek to the teacher)—“Go to! II. Fleischner in Greek- I am stronger than my father. Such things shouldn’t was. Miss R. in French— I am seventy-two years old. And she has such a youthful appearance. Where is the girls’ basket ball team this year? X equals a boy’s candy-making club in this class. Y equals number of girls in the class. Problem: How soon will the girls find out who is in it? C. D. Proctor, translating French—II cut un frais oeuf dc sa poule. He had a fried hen’s egg. The ()mcga Deltas (girls) of this class gave a verv successful Hallowe’en party on October SI at the home of their president. Miss Richards. 1903. We arc «old that Cyrus was the instigator of much trouble during his life: in reading Xeno- phon most of us have become convinced to out sorrow that a man’s deeds outlive him. Phi Delta has elected two new members. Niles and Hegartv. P.v climbing three Mights of stairs, we no doubt attain a high position in life: nevertheless, it is ru- mored that several members of the class have been consulting books on cooking, with a view to short- ening (the climb). Even though Niles «lid give the pronunciation of Saturn as Savturn. after all. what’s in a name? We hear, with sincere regret, of Marshall’s leav- ing school: his departure is a great loss to the lit- erarv department of the class. The Phi Delta basket ball team opens the season November 21 with the Sophomores. Let every «me attend the games this year, and make the com- ing season another successful one for the yellow and black. Now that Marshall has gone from us, the pres- ent editor humbly requests tnat his classmates favor him with a liberal supply of notes. 1904. Could Caesar endure one of our Latin recita- tions? In another part of the river In left O. Pedius with six coal-hods. The Nervii put in a place of safety the women and those who could not light on account of the hot weather. Twentv hoplites were shot in the right wing! l«ost. straved. or stolen—Getchcll’s report card. Moore and Teele have grown thin running to the door. How we envv the first division’s debates! 42 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR A pony will always neigh at the wrong moment, lie wise and use a plug. Never go out at recess until you get your life in- sured. Spare moments you should utilize— An idle man we all despise— And so when you have naught to do, lust write for us a note or two. Did Quintius Pedius have more than two feet? 1905. The committee on class pins consists of Master Elliott (chairman). Miss Waters. Miss Kimball, and Master VcrWiebe. Heard in algebra :— Teacher— 1 low do you multiply those two quan- tities?” Scholar— By multiplication.” At a class meeting held October 1 Miss Sar- gent was elected class vice-president: Master Wein- heimer, treasurer: and Master Durcll. Radiator representative. Samson's loss of hair meant loss of strength. Is this the case in football? ir Vere,” pronounced we’re weary.” Latin verbs arc not so easy. But we have the sympathy of many. The newness is beginning to wear off, and now for good, hard work. A common remark: Oh, what Freshmen!” Go way. way up and sit down.” Welcome, Junior. There is certainly one Sharpe” scholar in the class. ----------------- Hallowe'en Party. There are many reasons why we should remem- ber October 3J. 1901. First, it was Hallowe’en. Second. Somerville defeated Malden on the football field. Third, by no means the least of the three, the popular E. B. L. Club tendered a Hallowe'en party to their friends at the home of the president, Miss Irene Horton. The rooms were tastefully decorated in accord- ance with the day. having jack-o'-lanterns, candles, fruit, and autumn leaves in profusion. Many ap- propriate games and ghost stories afford much amusement, until the never-failing dance concluded the entertainment. We must not neglect to mention the good, old- fashioned repast, which was doubtless the most ap- preciated feature of the evening. Those present were:— Miss Aline Hanscom, Miss Blanche Holman, Miss Gravce Wing. Miss Irene Horton. Miss Flor- ence Bemis. Miss Ruby White. Misses Ida and Alice Stodder. William Smith. William Wyman. Pcrlev Scott. Fred Ashton. Louis Keyes. Guv Moses. Brooks Crosby, and Edward Bell. Basket Ball. An interesting game of basket ball was played November 1 between the Somerville English High girls and Malden High at Malden, in which Somer- ville was victorious. Score, 25-G. The line-up:— SOMERVILLE. MALDEN. Crocker, h.............h„ Coolbaugh (Dickenson) Paon. h..............................h., Daniels Harrison (Grant), g................g., Hammond Darling, g..................g.. Carle (Coolbaugh) Bemis. c.............................c., W hitticr Duddy, c......................................c.. Serat Welsh, j.c..................................j.c.. Drew Goals from field—Paon, • ; Crocker. .' : Malden, 3. Free goals—Paon. 2; Crocker, I. Malden coach—Miss Hunt. Somerville coach—Miss Stearns. ----------------- Athletic Notes. The absence of Underhill from the football team is keenly felt, although McLaughlin is doing fairly well. The breaking of his collar-bone, while not serious, threatens to keep him out of the big” games. Underhill was last year, and is this year, one of the most painstaking and conscientious men on the squad. The worst mishap which has befallen the football team is the loss of Carleton Jones, last year’s cap- tain. He had the misfortune to break the fifth metatarsal bone of his right foot in the Haverhill game. He is under the doctor’s care at present, but hopes to get into the game again soon. Patch, centre on the ’!)!) eleven, and Whitaker, right tackle on last year’s team, played centre and left halfback, respectively, on the Massachusetts ‘State College team, that defeated Amherst, 5 to 0, last week. Billie” Eaton has added another cup to his col- lection by winning the 100-yard dash at the Am- herst College fall meet. He also got second in the broad jump. The Malden game brought back the lost art of cheering. Keep it up. If you can’t play, you can at least encourage the boys on the field by your cheering. —------------ The following lines were found on a fly-leaf in a Vergil:— If there should be another flood, For refuge hither fly; For. though the earth should be submerged, This book would still be dry. I he lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine.” So warbled.a maiden with zest quite divine. Then retorted the man with the wickedest glee: The girls that kiss poodles shall never kiss me.” There was a young lady of Niger, Who smiled as she rode on a tiger. Thev returned from the ride With the lady inside, And the smile on the face of the tiger. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 43 1902. The coming of the “waffle” man has had one good effect on the school. Several girls can now pronounce “waffle.” Every one is congratulating Mr. Hadley and his son. Even Paderewski realizes that good things come from Somerville.” Un plat de poisson—a plate of poison. Stenography pupils tell us that dwarfs go up high. As You Like It” has a had effect on Wing. Matrimony is his favorite theme. German translation— He stood looking, over the trees, at his feet on the other shore. How lenient Physiology B is! One of its mem- bers accounts for cold-fingered girls by saying that they catch cold in their hands.” The astronomy class are especially grateful to S. C. Keith. Jr., for the pleasant evening lie afforded them, with the aid of his fine telescope and his ex- tensive knowledge of the stars. If Aeneas had an “ocean of power,” he must have been decidedly “in the swim.” What's the matter, 1902? Only twelve Seniors at the last debate!!! A Sophomore thinks that scelcrwollen means goo-goo,” especially when applied to the eyes. The halfback tore down the field like a lion shaking his shaggy mane and tossing his opponents right and left.” 1903. Class officers: President, Joseph Whitaker: vice- president. Miss Pilsbury; secretary, Miss Gcorgic Robbins: treasurer, Charles Parks. We would suggest that Bradford stay away from the football game in the future. This would insure his voice against further harm occasioned by power- ful cheering. Sophomore girls are requested not to use our dressing rooms. A gentleman got into a house with Keys the other night. Class of '03. we appeal to you to show more class spirit. As we are the largest Junior class to enter this school, so let us be the most enthusiastic. At- tend class meetings, and bring in all notes possible for the Radiator. Xow that the report cards arc out. we feel greatly relieved. Heard in the corridors—“Goin’ to the game Thanksgivin’?” We are well represented on the football team by Currier. Philbrick. Burton, and McLaughlin. Show vour interest in the school by attending the football games. We regret to hear that Miss Grady has left school, as it is a great loss to the basket ball team. 1904. McCloskv says that Clovis had his subjects’ heads shaved off instead of cut off. Mitchell is now well known as Pepin the Short.” Wilson must have been thinking of the young ladies when he said that the air was very embracing. According to Might, the early English poems were made of very savage people. B----n has changed the name of bass in music to Mss. At a basket ball meeting Edward Fallen was elected captain, and Lawrence Mitchell manager. At class meeting the following officers were elected: President, J. Albert Wilson; vice-presi- dent. Miss Bertha Pilsbury; secretary. Edward Fallen; treasurer. Arthur Russell. Resolutions. Whereas, by the divine will of God. our class- mate, Edwin C. Ball, has been bereaved of his father: and Whereas, we. the class of 1901, have learned with great sorrow of his affliction ; be it therefore 44 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Resolved, that we tender to him our heartfelt sympathy in Ins great sorrow; and be it further Resolved, that a copy of these resolutions be sent to Edwin Rail, and also published in the Radiator. I. ALBERT WILSON, President. EDWARD J. FALLEN, Secretary. 1905. Lacount, division I), thinks buttercups arc purple. Davis must be contemplating marriage. He pro- nounces metonymy matrimony. We would be much obliged to the Sophomores if they would learn their lessons. This would remedy the great overflow of the rooms on our floor during the make-up periods. Somerville Freshman— And our halfback was tearing down the field to beat the band, when---” Boston Freshman— Pardon me. but would it not have been more proper to have said he was speed- ing onward towards the goal to defeat a body of men combined to make a musical sound?’' Masters Blount and Scott, of room 15, have been elected manager and captain, respectively, of the '05 basket ball team. ------------------ The Latest Books. 'Ey C. Sherwood Ticker. AMONG THE GREAT MASTERS OF ORATORY. Scenes in the Gives of Famous Orators. By Walter Rowland. Dana Estes Co. 296 pp. Price. $1.50. 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The work, although full of cold criticisms and serious scepticisms as to “Asser’s ' authority for certain statements the author quotes, it is pleasingly written, and will be a book useful to teachers as well as pupils. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 4 5 Groton, 17; Somerville, 6. Groton's superior weight and Somerville’s weak- ness at centre cinched the game for Groton on Sat- urday. October 12. On the kick-off Bean fumbled and a Groton man fell on the ball. Groton was un- able to gain ; but Hoyt sent the ball squarely be- tween the posts for five points. Somerville kicked off. and Groton, after several futile attempts at the line, punted to Story on his own thirty-five-yard line. He was equal to the occasion, and started off down the sidelines. Without a vestige of interfer- ence. he cleared all but one man. who succeeded in forcing him outside after a run of forty yards. On the next play Jones skirted right end to Groton’s five-yard line. Here on the third attempt Bean carried the ball over for a touchdown. Story kicked the goal. In the second half Groton made two touchdowns indirectly on fumbles by Russ and Bean. The half ended with the ball in Somerville’s possession on Groton’s five-yard line. Jones' punt- ing and Story’s sprinting were the features of Som- erville’s play, while Hoyt and Nichols were every- where for Groton. Somerville, 28 ; Cambridge Latin, 0. On Lincoln park Tuesday, October 15, Somer- ville decisively defeated Cambridge Latin. In the first half Cambridge was allowed to keep the ball that Somerville might have practice in defense work. The second half told a different story. Somerville went in to score, and succeeded in roll- ing up twenty-three points. Dickinson, Jones, and MacLaughlin were the chief ground-gainers for Somerville. McCoy and R. Goode also showed up well; the former romped through the line repeat- edly, while Goode nailed several attempts at his end for a loss. Somerville, 41; Cambridge, 0. On Tuesday, October 22, Somerville won its first league game bv a score of 41-0. Cambridge pre- sented a poor defense, and Somerville scored almost at will. Russ received the kick-off for Somerville on his fifteen-yard line. On the first play McCoy gained twenty yards around left end. lifting his feet in a manner mysterious to those who know them over the heads of two Cambridge tacklcrs. Jones then punted over the Cambridge goal line. The ball was brought out to the twenty-five-yard line, and here Cambridge gained several yards through McCoy before being forced to punt.. 1 hrough gains by Story, McLaughlin. McCoy, and a pretty twenty-yard dash by Jones, Somerville earned her first touchdown. Story kicked the goal. In the remainder of the half touchdowns by McCoy and Graham followed each other in rapid succession. In the second half gains by Russ, Story, and Graham netted another touchdown. After a few exchanges of punts, Russ was pushed over for the seventh touchdown. This ended the scoring. For Somerville, Graham and Jones excelled, though the whole team played fast football. Mc- Coy was strong on the offense, but on the defense he was found for several gains. Russ, for a man of his weight, played a surprisingly good game. Goode and Dickinson also showed up well. For Cambridge, Captain Rondina was the only man that played anything approaching football. The line-up:— SO M E R VILLE. CA M BRIDGE. Goodcf Dickinson), r.c. .l.e.,Watkins (McLaughlin) McCoy, r.t...................l.t., Stead (Ryan) Allen, r.g.........................l.g., Henncn Mcrrificki (Philbrick), c...........c.. Batchelder Richardson, l.g..............................r.g., Taylor Graham (Capt.), l.t........r.t., Heator (Clement) Blackwell (Burton), l.e.....r.e., Boyd (McCullar) Story. (|.b..................................q.b., Cleveland Jones, l.h..................r.h., Rondina (Capt.) Russ, r.h....................................l.h.. Crawford McLaughlin (Russell), f........................f.. Harnev The score—Somerville, 41. Touchdowns— Graham, 3; Iones, 1; McCoy, 1; McLaughlin. 1 ; Russ, 1. Goals from touchdowns—Story. 6 Ref- eree—Bouve. Harvard. Umpire—Saul. Xew- towne. Linesmen—Fitts, Harvard: Conroy. Exe- ter. Timer—Story, Harvard. Time—20 and 10 min. halves. Somerville, 17; Haverhill, Jl. Somerville High defeated Haverhill High Satur- day. November 2. in one of the fiercest games in the history of Somerville High School football. By tactics which hardly pertained to football, the SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 4(5 Haverhill team seriously injured three men, Jones, Dickinson, and McCoy. Haverhill received the ball on the kick-off, but soon lost it. Somerville immediately commenced a rushing game, and when time was called stood eleven points to the good. At the beginning of the second half Dickinson got away from the bunch and crossed the chalk line, after a pretty sprint of twenty yards. Later Som- erville muffed a punt on her own twenty-yard line, and a Haverhill man fell on the ball. This was Haverhill’s opportunity. She tried the line twice. It would not stir. Then Carroll dropped back and booted the ball from the quarterback’s hands squarely between the posts. In the last minute of play Haverhill punted over the goal line, and her fullback fell on the ball. Referee Drouct, after conference with the umpire, awarded her a touchdown. Carroll kicked the goal, making the score: Somerville, 17; Haverhill, 11. Somerville, 54; Dorchester, 0. Somerville added another victory to her string on Thursday. October 30, by defeating Dorchester High on Tufts oval. The game was little more than a parade up and down the field for the Somer- ville team. Long runs by Jones. Graham. McCoy, Dickinson, and Russ served to give a little interest in a one-sided contest. Dorchester held the ball but little, and when she did have it. was unable to advance it. This was owing not so much to Som- erville’s good defensive as to Dorchester’s poor offensive work. In the first half Somerville. w:th her best team in the field, rolled up tnirty-six points. Sion kicked all the goals, three of which were difficult. In the second half Some:ville did even better, scoiing three touchdowns in nine min utes. Burton kicked the goals. The line-up:— SOMERVILLE H. DORCHESTER It. Blackwell (R. Goode), l.e.............r.e., Wolff Graham, l.t...........................r.t.. Carey Richardson (Philbrick), l.g.......... r.g., Haynes (Cummings) Mcrrifield. c.......................c.. Chisholm Allen, r.g......................l.g.. Cavanaugh McCov. r.t........................l.t., Waldron Burton, r.e..........................l.e.. Delano Storv (Currier), q.b.................q.b., Gatlin Jones (Russ), l.h.b.............r.h.b., Hapgood Dickinson, r.h.b.....................l.h.b.. Lewis McLaughlin, f.b......................f.b., Tuckc; Score—Somerville, 51; Dorchester, 0. Touch- downs—Graham (2), McCoy (3). Dickinson (2), Blackwell, and McLaughlin. Goals from touch- downs—Story, 0; Burton. 3. Umpire—Burleigh. Referee—Perkins, of Tufts. Linesmen—Nichols and Fitts. Timers—McDonald and Mulliken. Time—20 and 15 min. periods. Somerville, 12; Malden, 5. By a score of 12 to 5, Somerville won from Mal- den High one of the most closely fought games oi THE COMPLETE AND THOROUGH Commercial anb Stenographic COURSES OF STUDY. EXPERIENCED TEACHERS, PUPILS BOTH SEXES. Employment Department Most Efficient Known. Prospectus free by post. Registration in person or by letter. No canvassers employed. Address, HERMON E. HIBBARD, 6o8 Washington Street. THE STERLING SHOE, S2.50 FOR MEN AND HOYS. ALL THE LATEST STYLES. ALL KINDS OF LEATHERS. 13 WATER STREET, 14 SPRING LANE, BOSTON. 78 HANOVER STREET. 97 SUnriER STREET. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 47 the Senior Interscholastic League. Somerville was greatly crippled by the loss of Jones. Dickinson, and McCoy, who were unable to play on account oi injuries received in the Haverhill game. In the first few minutes of play Malden started a rushing game and ripped off thirty yards from Blackwell. Burton gave her ten more, and then Russ and Blackwell gave Somerville the ball by tackles back of the line At this point Russ received a blow on the head and neck, which, stiffening the cords, com- pelled him to retire. Burton took his place at halt, and Goode went in at end. Soon Somerville began to work the ball slowly up the field to the five-yard line. From here Graham took it across the line for the first score. Storv kicked the goal. After an exchange of punts and a few short rushes. Babcock punted to Story. Gatchell was down very quickly, and tackled Story just as the ball came into his arms. Storv fumbled, and Gage picked up the ball for Malden and sprinted over the goal line, pursued by Richardson, who might have saved the score had he fallen on the runner, instead of forming in- terference for him. Babcock, after a gesture di- rected to the Somerville rooters that seemed a trifle babyish, failed in his try for goal. The half ended after a few short rushes. Score: Somerville. � : Malden, 5. At the kick-off Story advanced the ball twenty vards. Philbrick fumbled, and a Malden man fell on the ball. Stout gained ten yards and lost five. Then Babcock attempted a drop-kick for goal. It was blocked by Graham. After a few rushes bv Graham and Philbrick. Burton left the bunch on a fake play and ran sixty yards to Mal- den's fivc-vard line. McLaughlin halved the dis- tance. and Graham carried the ball over. Story kicked the goal. Somerville’s line stiffened, and Malden could not gain. From their own twenty- yard line the boys in red and blue worked the ball by short rushes to Malden’s fifteen-yard line. Here Richardson forfeited the ball by unlawfully using his hands. Babcock punted, and it was Somer- ville’s ball in the centre of the field. Time was called after a ten-yard gain by Philbrick. For Somerville every man played for all that was in him. Graham bore the brunt of the work, and bore it well. He opened big holes, and gained every time he had the ball. Currier put up a very plucky game, and ran the team fairly well. R. Goode showed great form at end. He got down under punts well, and nailed all the attempts at his end. The line-up:— SOMERVILLE. MALDEN. Burton (R. Goode), r.e......................l.e., Gage Philbrick. r.t........................l.t., Black Allen, r.g..................................l.g.. Weeks Mcrrifield. c.................................c., Lincoln Richardson, l.g.............................r.g.. Powers Graham (Capt.), l.t.................r.t.. Babcock Blackwell, l.e............r.e.. Maclnnis (Noyes) Currier, q.b...............q.b.. Gatchell (Capt.) Russ (Burton), l.h..........................r.h.. Hill Story, r.h....................l.h., Cox (Macurda) McLaughlin, f..................................f„ Stout Score—Somerville. 12; Malden, 5. Touch downs—Graham (2), Gage. Goals from touch- downs—Storv. 2. Referee—Burleigh. Umpire— White. Linesmen—Fitts and Weeks. Timer— Mulliken. Time—20 min. halves. NOBSCOT SPRING WATER, THE BEST A. 1ST 3D PUREST. W. H. BULLARD, Gilman Sq,, Aj ent for Somerville. The Hansons Caterers AND Pood Aafters STORES 3 Bonair Street 153 Perkins Street 218 Pearl Street 314 Broadway Orders for Weddings and Receptions a specialty : : : The Christmas jZ? Radiator. Compliments of F. E. WHITMORE, 263 Highland Avenue, - - Somerville. Prescriptions carefully compounded. 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B., E., '02, - 57 To-day, by Bertha Phillips Marvel,..................................................58 His Christmas Ghost, by L. T. C., L., ’02,..........................................59 Book Reviews,.......................................................................62 On the Eve of Christmas, by May Baker, L., ’03,.....................................64 The Old Year's Blessing, Selected from Adelaide Proctor. - 41 Exchange Notes,.....................................................................66 The Payment of the Fiddler, by Ralph D. Cleverley, E., ’02, 67 Latin Notes, ------ 70 English Notes,..................................................................... 71 The Debating Club...............................................................72 Athletics,..........................................................................73 IJD� M—■—nil-WIIWMlWIIWWWH MUCMV iJUMM PaWSBEOTtBBWfi i; A MID-WINTER SCENE. mmmmm w 'wwwmwwwmwwwmi ’ ’i; ”!V'I . ................. i- ’ • T' ! '■ i: ’ $Wi SOMERVILLE LATIN AND HIGH SCHOOLS VOL. XI. SOMKRVILMS, MASSACHUSETTS, DECEMBER, 1901. No. 3. The Radiator Is published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year, and 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 mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign full name (this is for reference only). 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PENTLE Christmas, with her happy smile, is near at hand, and once more we shall celebrate the greatest feast of the year. Christmas is a day of happiness; ‘tis a day when all hearts should be full of joy. We should put aside all our troubles, all our enmities, all our sorrows, and this day be truly happy, for Christmas comes but once a year. And her sweet companion, the New Year, we must not forget her. As we look back over the present year we see many things we would wish to forget; we see many places where wc have erred, but now we may begin again. We may put aside all our sad remembrances and all our grievances, and keep onlv the joys, for we should enter upon the new year with light and buoyant hearts. So, merry bells, when you ring at the birth of the new year, may you accomplish that of which the poet has sung, may you Ring out the old. ring in the new, Ring out the false, ring in the true.” K 'I' 11 K cover design which wc display this month, and which we consider one of the most artistic that has ever adorned the Radiator, is the work of Miss Helle O. Wiswell, of the English School. By the way, our covers for the last two months, 52 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR which have attracted so much attention, were drawn by our staff artist, Percy H. Underhill. 9. 9B 9. 9. T X looking over our exchanges, it is exceedingly gratifying to note the esteem in which the Radiator is held by our contemporary high school papers. We have received many pleasing com- pliments in papers from all parts of the country, but perhaps the highest tribute paid to us is from the Spectator of Johnstown, Penn. The Spec- tator says that in our October number is seen a 'model high school paper.” It goes on to compli- ment the editorials, the stories, and the general arrangement of the issue, and remarks that a school paper which has the literary ability indi- cated by the stories of this paper need never take a back seat.’ Thanks, dear Spectator, thanks! We only hope that the Radiator may always be held in such high regard by our contemporaries. k r MOW we must begin to think of the presents we are going to make. Soon we must take our little bag and hie over to merry Poston to select our Christmas gifts. Of course the girls are delighted (for who ever heard of a daughter of Eve who did not like to shop), but the boys, we fear, look with dread upon this task. Well, we acknowledge it is rather embarrassing for a young man to go seeking presents for his aunt (we believe it is she for whom he first buys a gift), but, cheer up, fellows, the har- vest will repay all your trouble. k 9. r DERHAPS many, both in and out of school, have wondered how we could afford to publish such a high-class magazine as the Radiator. Well, the secret of it is all in the advertisements. Eor we sell the Radiator really at a less price per copy than it costs us to publish it. So we ask you, as we have to depend so much on our advertisements, to patronize our advertisers. And when you do, remember it will do no harm to incidentally men- tion the Radiator. I 9. 9 JN our last two issues we .published articles con- tributed by different teachers, and we would have liked to continue this plan throughout the year, but this month we acknowledge our failure. Moral support is all very well in its way, but oc- casionally we do not object to a little practical aid from our instructors. 9. QONTRIBUTIONS have not flowed in any faster for our souvenir Christmas number than hitherto. Possibly the solution of this riddle may be that our amateur contributors have a certain vague dislike to present their articles to the editor in person. So. to avoid this, we have decided to establish a Radiator box, where the timid poet or story-teller may drop his manuscript undetected. You will here more about this later. 9 9 ►. y E present in this Radiator a portrait and short biography of John M. Jaynes, of the English School faculty, which were accidentally omitted from the two previous issues of this volume. We feel that this omission is particularly unfortunate, as Mr. laynes is one of our own graduates, and, as such, should have received immediate notice in the columns of the school paper. We make this explanation as an apology for the delay. I% 9 9 QUR editorial in last month’s issue regarding bas- ket ball seems to have accomplished the desired result, for plans are already in operation for a ’varsitv” basket ball team. And if the boys show the same spirit in this game as they have shown recently in football, the red and blue will not finish last in the race. Xow, girls, it’s up to you.” 9 9 r r OT arms and the man 1 sing, but arms and the virus. There, that is our little joke on vaccination, but vaccination puns arc about ex- hausted. and we will content ourselves with this. Rut, remember, if you want to lose your best friend, accidentally strike him on his smallpox” arm. 9 JITTERS have been received from Miss Fox, of the Latin School faculty, in which she declares she is rapidly recovering her health. We sincerely hope that Miss Fox may attain in full the object for which she went abroad. 9 9, I 9 WE had expected to publish as a frontispiece for this issue a cut of the football team; but, owing to delay in having their pictures taken, we are unable to do as we desired. 9. 9. 9. 9. MOW let the Radiator extend to all teachers and students. Seniors and Freshmen, its heartiest wishes for a Year. Merry Christmas and a Happy New 9 9, 9 9 it is not true that the Radiator has been pre- sented with an office;. but that’s coming, and so is—no. not Christmas—Doomsday. THE SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 53 HOME COMING OF JOHN. Z. L. V. NY mail fcr me? asked Henry Hig- gins. as he came over to the great box-stove that stood in the centre of the post-office, and held his mittened hands in the heat waves. Nope,” replied Jeff Buffim, the postmaster. Um,” said Henry, tliet's funny. I wuz ex- pectin’ news from my brother John terday or ter- morrow. Speakin' ov John, though, reminds me. He turned toward the little grouped ranged upon the old settee behind the stove. Did yew fellers know thet lohn Whitney wuz coinin’ home ter- dav? he asked. There was a sudden movement of surprise among the loungers. “John Whitney!” exclaimed the blacksmith. I thought he wuz sentenced fcr ten years!” He wuz,” responded Henry, but it seems thet the gov’nor pardons one man ev’ry Thanksgivin' fcr good behavior. John wuz the lucky chap this year. Old Man Whitney told me John writ home and sed he’d be in Wcstvillc day afore Christmas. Scd he’d hev ter work a spell an’ earn his fare home, 'cause he didn’t want ter ask his father fer eny money.” Pshaw!” exclaimed a short, thick-set young man who sal in a chair aloof from the other loungers, and his dark eyes flashed as he spoke, thet’s all put on! John Whitney hed jest cz lief ask the ol’ man fer money cz not. He can’t come it over me like thet.” Jed Wilson,” said Henry Higgins, as he fixed a look of scorn upon the speaker, yew warn't called on ter give your opinion one way or nuthcr. 1 rutlier think, fcr my part, thet John Whitney terday is a better man than yon. Leastways, I’d trust him further’n I would yew. 1 wouldn't trust yew ez fur ez yew could throw the mcctin’ house.” A murmur of approval greeted these words of Mr. Higgins, and Jed, with some muttered answer, arose from the chair and went out. Queer feller, that Jed Wilson,” said Jeff Buffim; he seems rale put out ’bout John’s coming home, don't he? Allers did hate each other wuss’n pison,” replied the blacksmith, but they never actu’ly come ter blows, ’ccpt the night John caught Jed forcin’ his attentions on Jess Hobbs. Reckcrlcct thet. Hen?” I sh’d sav I did.” answered Henry. Never see a feller git such a drubbin' ez Jed got thet night in all my life. led swore he’d git even, but it would ha' taken a pile ter even up fer thet thrashin’. Wall. I must be movin’ on; got a load er logs ter haul ’fore noon.” He buttoned up his coat, and started for the door. Or. the threshold he paused, and stood for some time looking up the road. Durncd cf here don’t come ol’ man Whitney an’ his wife. lie said. I guess they’re expectin’ John bv the noon stage. Wall, good-day, boys.” lie stepped forth into the brisk air of the Decem- ber day; the loungers within the warmth of the post-office heard the creaking of his sled as it started: and then came the sound of sleighbclls, and a light sleigh drew up outside the door. A moment later an elderly man and women entered the office. Mornin', Mr. W hitney. Mornin'. Mrs. Whit- ney.” said Jeff Buffim. I Iain't no mail fcr yer.” The old gentleman began to unbutton his thread- bare coat, looking about him meanwhile with a con- fused and almost startled air. He took off his glasses, and wiped the steam from them. Then he escorted the old lady to the chair that Jed Wilson had so recently vacated. “I didn’t come fer the mail.” he said at length. I come ter meet my son John. He’s ter be here by the noon stage.” I heard he wuz.” said Jeff awkwardly. The old gentleman sighed, and sat down upon the woodl)ox beside the stove. A long silence en- sued. broken only by the ticking of the old clock behind the counter. Finally, with a rattling of all its feeble joints, and an incessant clanging of the one battered cowbell that hung from the neck of the aged horse which drew it, the stage came clattering up the street. The old gentleman and his wife were the first to spring to tiieir feet. But before they could get to the door, it opened, and in came Ezry Kimball, the stage-driver. He was followed by a tall, good- looking young fellow, cla l in a new suit of poor material, and carrying a small valise. There were cries of l ather! Mother!” John!” and three figures rushed together. Even Jeff Buffim, who was. in all probability, the most inquisitive man in the whole Fine Tree state, felt constrained to be- come interested in a lot of old bills, of sale posted upon the rear wall of the office. Now we’ll go home,” said John at length, just as soon as 1 have shaken hands with the boys.” He went over to the settee, and held out his hand. The blacksmith immediately grasped it in his own, and the other loungers were not slow to follow suit. Good-by, boys,” said John, as the office doer closed upon him. The sleighbclls jingled again, and died away in the distance. A funnv sort of a home-coinin’, an’ a queer Christmas for the Whitneys,” said the blacksmith. The old clock ticked on drearily. That’s so. that’s so. that’s so.” it seemed to sav over and over again. Do vou know.” said Jeff, “the more I think of it. the less f think John did it. I allers hed an idea thet Ted Wilson knew sutthin’ erbout thet. He wuz the only man in Westville thet ever felt quite 54 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR sure John wuz guilty. Now, the night after John wuz arrested, fed come inter the office here, and tried ter make me believe thet the sheriff hed the right man One thing thet struck me cz odd. Jed dropped a big key such cz they ust ter use on the old-fashioned lock safes. He picked it up right off, an’ shoved it back inter his pocket, an’ he looked kinder skeered. I------” The blacksmith, with a sudden cry. sprang to his feet. ‘‘God fergive me! he cried. Why didn't I think of it long ago! God fergive me! Look here, boys. I guess I kin explain this matter. i made thet key that Jed dropped myself. ’Rout a month before thet thing happened. Jed Wilson—” ‘Hush! warned Jeff, “here he comes now!'’ “Them two ol' fools an' the young one gone vet?” asked Ted, as he came in and stamped the snow from his boots. father. They looked fairly and squarely into the eyes that met them, as their owner said “You were quite right. I did not do it.” Did you ever hev eny idea who did it, John?” asked Mrs. Whitney gently. John turned his gaze upon his mother. Me saw upon her face lines of care and pain that told of hours, and days, and years of weary watching, and hoping, and praying. Her hair, too, was white as snow. John felt the tears rising to his eyes. ! have sometimes thought.” he said slowly, that that—well, it was only a suspicion, anyway. Perhaps I had best not say what I intended to. He began to pace the room nervously. “But if 1 ever find it to be true. he said bitterly, Til—I'll—” John! John!” cried his mother, don’t talk like thet! You frighten me!” But it’s all right now, mother,” said John in a gentler tone, as he came over and laid one hand ON THE ROAD TO THE WHITNEY FARM. The blacksmith strode over to him and laid a strong hand upon his shoulder. Be quiet, Jed,” he said firmly, 1 want a word with yer. Come inter the back room with me.” He turned to the postmaster. “Bring me some paper an’ ink, Jeff!” he commanded. 1 guess we'll want ’em ’fore I git done with Mr. Wilson here. I reckerlect some things now thet never oc- curred to me atore.” Jed’s face was ashen gray. I know you didn’t do it. John, said the elder Mr. Whitney, as he drew his chair away from the dinner table. Ma an’ me hev allers said yer never done it. We’ve allers stood bv yer.” John’s eves had been roaming around the old kitchen, resting first upon one familiar object, and then another, but now they sought the face of his upon her shoulder. Here we are together in the old kitchen, and it's getting along toward Christmas eve. Do vou remember the old Christmas eves? How we all used to get ready and go down to the tree at the church, and what good times we used to have?” 1 lie last time we went,” said Mrs. Whitney, Jessie went along of you. Jessie looks kinder bad nowadays. I guess------” Somebody's jest turned up the driveway, inter- posed Mr. Whitney. “I can’t make out jest who ’tis. but. jedgin’ from the looks of the rig. I sit’d say ’twuz less Hobbs an’ her father.” Tohn hastened to the window. That’s just who it is!” he said. Go ter the door. John,” commanded his mother. John hesitated. Go right along,” repeated Mrs. Whitney, an’ ask ’em ter come in.” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 5 i There came a rap upon the door. John went slowly across the floor and turned the knob. The door opened. John saw a trim little figure standing upon the steps. In spite of the thick cloak and the big hood that partlv concealed her features, he knew that it was lessie Hobbs. John, said a little voice that came from tin- depths of the hood, I am glad to see you. I have been waiting for you ever so long. Jessie! said John. Old Mr. and Mrs. Whitney became greatly inter- ested in some object upon the kitchen ceiling, and Mr. Hobbs busied himself in blanketing the horse and leading him to a warm stall in the barn. So nobody can say just what took place then. At any rate, Mr. Hobbs and his pretty daughter were soon installed in a warm corner of the kitchen, and everything went on smoothly and happily. 1 never would have believed that I could pass so pleasant a day after so unpleasant a home-com- ing. said John, as he arose to light a lamp, for the afternoon had worn away and the dusk was creep- ing on. Sleigh bells!” said Jessie, suddenly; hear them? Cornin’ this way, too,” added Mr. Hobbs. A big pung, well filled with people, swung up the driveway, and the sound of merry voices and laughter came floating into the old kitchen. “Whitneys, ahoy! called the driver in a big bass voice that could belong to no one but the blacksmith. Old Mr. Whitney tottered to the door. What do ycr want? he asked. “Want yew folks ter git on ver duds, an' come long of us down ter the Christmas tree at the meet in’ house,” replied the blacksmith. Folks sav there’s suthin’ down there fer John Whitney.” We can't come.” said Mr. Whitney, we got comp’nv. Hobbses are here. Jess and her father. P’raps Jess an’ John will go ’long with yer, though.” He turned toward the group gathered at the fire- side within. Will you two youngsters go ’long with ’em?” he asked. “Why, yes,” said Tohn. after a moment’s reflec- tion, “I don’t see why we shouldn’t. Come on. Jess, get on your things. Hurrah for a good old time Christmas eve. the first I’ve seen for five years!” lie finished, sadly. “Right in here,” said the blacksmith as John assisted Tessic into the midst of the merry crowd in the pung. “Sit right in the middle. John, so’st all ver old friends kin shake hands with yer.” The church bell was ringing out across the snow as the pung glided swiftly onward over the hard, smooth-trodden road. The blacksmith started an old tune, and tunes, like wine, improve with age. “Home, sweet Home” comes of a good old vintage. “Old tunes and old friends are the best, after all,” said John, as he grasped one band after another, and. turning, found more out- stretched to greet him. It was a merry party that entered the old vestry that evening, the tree stood upon the platform just before the great door that guarded the realms where the small folk of the church held their minia- ture devotions. John remembered that little room well, as he saw it now through the glow and glitter of the many Christmas candies. Old Parson Hub- bard stood beside the tree; he had been whispering words of advice and admonition to Santa Claus, who was hid somewhere within the darkness of the children’s room. The good minister saw John, and came over to greet him with a word of en- couragement and a hearty handclasp. John was pleased beyond measure to find that his old friends had not forsaken him. They all flocked about him, eager to welcome him home. Only Jed Wilson failed to greet him. Jed sat in one corner of a rear settee, and a number of men. the postmaster, the blacksmith, and Henry Higgins among them, seemed to be paying him a good deal of attention. Did he as much as wink, they would at once start toward him. The perspiration stood out upon the brow of the unfortunate Mr. Wilson. John observed all this with surprise. John Whitney!” called Santa Claus. He had been distributing gifts for some time, but John’s thoughts had so overcome him that he had lived entirely in the past and not at all in the present. But the sound of his own name aroused him from his reverie John arose and came forward to receive two small parcels. He returned to his seat and opened them The eyes of the whole assemblage turned upon him. From the smaller he drew forth a note. “Mr. John W hitney,” it read, the W’estville Bank begs that you will pardon the great injustice done you, and requests you to resume your old position, with an increase of $200 in the salary. Yours truly, J. G. Wf’itham, Chairman Stockholders.” What does this mean? was the question writ- ten upon John’s features as lie read the above epistle. “Read the other one,” cried the blacksmith, ris- ing to his feet in a transport of delight and excite- ment. His wife, a small woman of insignificant appearance, grasped him firmly by the coattail and drew him down into his seat again. From the second parcel John drew forth a large sheet of foolscap, closely written. At the bottom was the signature of Jed Wilson. John read the paper carefully. Excitement again overcame the blacksmith. For the second time he arose to his feet, and this time even the little woman beside him could not restrain his ardor. “Us fellars thought we’d like ter make yer a little present. John.” be said. “I happened ter reckerlect some things thet lied slipped my mind. They warn’t much, but they gave me a clue. We got hold of Ted Wilson, an’ we made him think we 56 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR knew a durn sight more’n we did. We skecred hint pretty well. 1 calc'latc. Eny rale, we got him ter write out thet an’ sign it. Then we took it around ter the bank air got another ter go with it. Pretty handy little paper is thet.” And this.” said John, is a confession legally sworn to and signed by Jed Wilson?” Thet’s jest it,” declared the blacksmith. Ef it warn’t fer thet we couldn’t hold Jed a minute. We haint lied him arrested yet. Thought we’d wait an’ let him see ycr git ycr present from him. Might hurt his feelin’s not ter be present at the do- nation, we thought. But the sheriff is waitin' down ter the square, an’ we’ll sec thet Jed don’t slip his halter.” I understand.” said John, quietly. Be keerful.” warned the blacksmith, or yew’ll spoil the confession, crumplin' it up like thet.” Boys,” said John, without heeding the admoni- tion, “I’m much obliged to you all for the way vou’ve treated me. And I thank you for this pres- ent.” He took the paper firmly between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, and with his right tore it into pieces. “Better let Jed go,” he said, you haven’t any evidence against him now. As the pung glided over the snowy road on its homeward journey, the old church bell was ringing out across the white fields. John leaned toward the little form beside him. “The bell will be ring- ing for something quite different before long, I hope. he said. I hope so, too,” replied Jessie. John must a' hed a good time, arter all, ma,” said old Mr. Whitney, as lie listened to the merry shouts and laughter that mingled with the sound of the approaching sleigh bells. Well. I’m glad he don’t take it to heart eny.” Mr. Hobbs arose as if to depart. Let’s go home, dad.” said Jessie, as she came in. her cheeks aglow from the ride in the brisk air. Tohn has some news for his father and mother. And I have some for you.” she added with a smile. 5 vo x x A t - A. M. W„ L. H. S. Come, bring me some volume of quaint old lore. Some legend of days agone, And sit thou beside me, and croon it o’er Till the yule log shall burn to its rugged core, And the shadows darken along the floor, And the night grow weary and wan. Though the storm be rife, and the tempest blow With the breath of his coursers across the snow, The yule log shall lend us a cheering glow, And we shall sit under the mistletoe. Then it matters not if the night wind sigh. We two are together, dear, thou and I. And O, may we, too, like the yule log there, So withered, and old. and dry, When the strength of our prime is past repair, And the lights of our lives shall flicker and flare, Still leave some cheering and comfort where Another sad heart sits by. When Death has struck with his pruning knife. And cast us aside on the hearth of life, May there linger the glow of a hard-won strife To cheer and to brighten when storms are rife. Come, sit thou beside me. The night winds sigh, But we are together, dear, thou and I. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 57 AN INDIAN CONSPIRACY. F. L. B., E., '02. HE peaceful autumn of 1763 was gradu- ally disappearing into winter, and the little garrison of Weatherford on the Ecorces river had completed its prep- arations for the dreary, cold months that were to follow. Ammunition and food had been stored within the fort, and Major Marvin congratulated himself that Pontiac had so readily accepted their terms of peace. It only takes a little firmness with those people,” said he. 'I hose French fools would give their last basket of corn to plead for rights, instead of assert- ing them. But 1 guess they won’t forget Detroit in a hurry, and, taking a long Indian pipe from the shelf, he sauntered through the gate of the fort, across the open field, and was lost to view in the brush which bordered the river. About ten miles farther up stream an entirely different scene was taking place. In a small clear- ing in the midst of densest woods, about twenty chieftains were seated in council circle passing calu- mets from hand to hand, and talking impressively of the White Man and his hatred of the Six Nations. Finally one of them, who seemed to be of higher dignity than the others, rose and addressed them in the deep, guttural language of his race. My brothers, said he, how long shall we allow this bad flesh to remain on our lands? This year the English must perish throughout Canada. The great Master ot Life commands it, and will you op- pose his will?” After arousing their passions to the greatest tension, he desired to unfold his plan. A murmur of assent came from his listeners, after which he said:— Before the next moon 1 will gain admission to the fort under the pretext of giving a calumet dance. For many hunting seasons our tribe has been peaceful, and they will not suspect our pur- pose. Once within that gate, we can sec the strength of the fort; the rest is to be decided later. A mighty yell of approval followed this speech, and the savages departed, after singing a weird chant which the hollow depths of the woods made more dismal. The interest in this great plan was not allowed to slacken, and scarcely had the deep snow and moan- ing trees announced December, when Pontiac pre- sented himself at the fort of Weatherford with the request that his men might exhibit the calumet dance. After some doubt and hesitation, they were finally admitted. Their performance was viewed with no little interest by Major Marvin and his offi- cers. It was carried out in sections, so that, while one-half of the Indians were dancing, the others gazed about apparently with their natural curiosity. When the calumet was finished, they withdrew from the garrison, leaving the English in total ignorance of their purpose. It was Christmas day, and active preparations were going on within the fort at Weatherford, al- though it was only nine o'clock by the sun. The little log houses were covered with a thin layer of snow that had fallen during the previons night. Thin, gray smoke rose contentedly from the clay chimneys until it was carried higher than the pali- sade and frisked away with the wind. Scarcely a sound was heard, save the occasional laughter of some good housewife enjoying with her children the peculiar beauty of a new wooden toy, carefully whittled from a bit of pine. Major Marvin was seated in the long kitchen watching his mother preparing the chicken for dinner. We ought to be thankful, mother, he said, “that crops were so good last summer. Guess with what we’ve got and one lot of vegetables from De- troit, we'll be fixed till spring. Ay, my son, and more than that to be thankful for. Just think of those poor settlers in Massachu- setts. Ah! well,—but p’raps they’re better off, Willum, p’raps they’re better off. Always thinking of some one else, mother, he said, and, taking her tenderly in his big, strong arms, he kissed her, saying, I’d better go and see the boys at the fort a while, for it’s pretty cold over there. Good-by, mother.” He stepped into the street, and, in going to the blockhouse, passed the gate of the fort, when he heard a voice ask for admittance. The sentinei asked:— “What business?” Marvin stepped up to hear the answer, and in a tone of anguish heard the reply:— I tell Major Marvin.” The latter ordered the gate to be opened, and the half-fainting figure of an Indian girl staggered within. Ojibwa!” gasped Major Marvin. I come to tell, to------ but, overcome with fatigue and cold, she fell fainting in the snow. Marvin unfastened the cape about his neck, and. throwing it over the girl, carried her quickly to his home, lest the settlers should become alarmed at her appearance in the fort. His mother made some hot porridge, and after the girl had sufficiently re- covered. she made known her errand. Pontiac had summoned a council, and. under the pretext of discussing matters of great importance, would demand a meeting at the fort the next day. Onlv twenty men would come within the council room, but swarms would be in hiding about, so that, 58 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR at a given signal, they would kill every man in the garrison. The commandant’s first thought was to alarm the men; then he began to question the report. Ah. no,” he said, your father’s people have been at peace with us. They will not kill us.” but. seeing the injured expression in her eyes, he went beside her chair, and, placing his hand gently on her head, he said simply: Forgive me, Ojibwa. Won’t you tell me about it? It is like that. He comes to-night just before the sun falls.” she answered. He must not kill you.” And whv?” he said, looking straight into her eyes. Thev fell before his gaze, and then, recover- ing herself, she rose hurriedly, and said; I must go back. Mv father, he miss me.” Without telling me why, Ojibwa?” he said in- nocently. “You arc good. I like you. You show me to talk your language,” and she hastily threw her mantle about her shoulders and stood waiting for him to lead the wav for her. Yet he did not move for a few seconds, until, as if drawn by some magic, he came close to her. and said in a passionate under- tone :— You have taught me more than that, Ojibwa. 15efore another winter you shall know how much. We will go to Detroit, where you will be safe, and you will know our language as I know it, my people as 1 know them, our God as we worship him. He drew her toward him without resistance, for if she did not know the meaning of his words, she felt their power in his eyes and expression. Suddenly she drew awav startled, and said:— I must go—you must get ready. Your answer, Ojibwa.” She took his hand in both of hers and held it to her face. He was satisfied. The rest of the day was spent in preparing for the attack. A few weak places in the palisade were strengthened, and every leaden article in the garri- son transformed to a bullet. It is sufficient to remark that few Indians were admitted to the fort, and what they saw and heard caused them to relinquish their plan. Weatherford was reinforced shortly after, and the Indian attack was indefinitely postponed. The summer of ’fil found Major Marvin and his bride safe in Detroit. To otic ever told Pontiac how his conspiracy was betrayed. I wonder if he ever guessed? “Some day” 's a day of doubtful garb, “One day” ’s her long-lost kin; “To-day” is gentlest of the three— The Now—the time to win. E'en yesterday is not our own, To-morrow ne'er stands still; To-day”—Ah yea! blessed be To-day, To-day’s our own at will. To-day shall teem with strength and good, Shall make a year a life, Shall dominate with wondrous zeal This world of days so rife. Our yesters dwell in shadowed thought, The morrows in the breast, To-days, in action that foretells The worth of all the rest. Bertha Phillips Marvel. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 59 HIS CHRISTMAS GHOST. L. T. G, E were seated in the cheerful rooms of the Bachelor Club Christmas eve. swapping yarns and talking over old times. After many a joke had been cracked, and many a story had been told. Jack Matthews, the toastmaster of the evening, turned toward a stalwart, gray- haired man. who so far had remained silent, and said: “Come. Benson, let us have one of your ad- ventures. You must have scores of good stories, and we’ll enjov them the more as we know they're all true. Benson smiled, and replied: “Well. Jack, as vou’ve been so kind as to invite me here this even- ing. I certainly can't do less than try to entertain you. As you have said. I have scores of stories, some with happy endings, others with decidedly the opposite. The story which 1 shall tell you hap- pened about fifteen years ago, soon after I became connected with the Xew York detective bureau. You all remember the robbery of the Third Na- tional Bank, and what great excitement it caused? Well, at that time 1 was just finishing up a murder case, on which 1 had been detailed for some months. I had worked so hard and so steadily that I was almost on the verge of nervous prostration. How- ever. when one thousand dollars was offered for the capture and conviction of the bank robbers. I felt that I must take a hand in the case. So I tried to prevail upon the super, the cele- brated Bvrnes, you know, to let me work on the government end. But he refused. ‘Benson.’ he said, 'if I put vou on this case you'd be insane inside of a week. You mustn't do too much,’ he con- tinued. noticing the despondent look on my face. ‘You’re run down, old man, and you must have a rest. See here.’ Ik went on. ‘take my advice, will you. and take a rest during the holidays. Go off somewhere and forget there’s such a place as Xew York, or such a man as Byrnes, and you’ll come back in a month a new man.’ “lie looked at me for an answer, so I said: All right. Mr. Byrnes, I’ll take your advice. I know myself I’m in no condition to work' (and 1 said to myself, thinking of my finances, ‘in no condition to take a vacation’). It was approaching the Christmas holidays, and I made up my mind to go somewhere: but where, that was a question. After thinking things over. I decided to visit a favorite aunt of mine, who owned a little farm about fiftv miles from Xew York. I remembered with delight the sweet cider, the juicy apples, and the delicious ginger cakes which would surely fall to my lot at this season of the year. “Having once made up my mind, it did not take me long to get ready. I secured a time-table, found the hour mv train left, packed my valise, and was off. At the station I bought the daily paper, L., '02. and ran my eye over the news. I soon found what I was searching for, the reports of the robbery case. It was as I had expected, not a clew had been found as to the wheieabouts of the robbers. Dick Santry, the report ran. was missing from his old haunts, and the suspicion of the police had fastened on him. I had met that gentleman before, and it occurred to me then that no one else could have accomplished such a bare-faced crime, and escape, but that indi- vidual. After reading a few other items, 1 threw the paper down in disgust. This is nice, I mused, going away for my nerves, and reading accounts of that robbery. So I lay back on the cushions and fell into a doze. How long I slept I do not know, but it must have been over two hours, for I was awakened bv the conductor shaking me violently. 'You wanted to get off at Holbrook, didn't you?’ 'Yes. Holbrook, that's the place,’ I answered, half asleep. ‘Well, we’re about six miles beyond there now. but vou can get off here in a minute, as we have to side-track.’ ‘Six miles,’ I repeated, ' !onfound me for an idiot. Shall I have to tramp six miles through the woods?’ • “ ‘You will unless you want to come fifteen miles further and take the next train back,’ the conductor replied. So 1 decided to get off and walk. We soon stopped, the conductor gave me a few points about finding the way, said he was sorry, etc., and I set out through the woods. The air was cold and in- vigorating, and 1 really felt good for the walk, so I made good time. When I had gone about half the distance, 1 suddenly emerged into a clearing, in the centre of which stood an old rambling house. I was astonished to find this abode in such a wild district, and I determined to have a nearer look at it. It was undoubtedly unoccupied: the blinds were all hanging loose on the hinges, the paint had almost entirely worn off, and the place had a gen- eral air of decay and isolation. As I had still some three miles to go. and it was growing dark. I did not delay further, but resolved to learn the history of the old house. I reached my aunt’s about supper time, and, tell vou. the dear old ladv was glad to see me. I will not stop to relate all the pleasures I enjoyed there for the next two days. The fame of my ex- ploits had reached Holbrook, and all the country lads and lassies were dying to get a look at me. On making inquiries regarding the old house in the woods, everv one was strangely reticent even mv aunt. ‘That’s the old Grantly place,’ she said, ‘and it’s haunted, and it's been haunted ever since I can remember.’ and that’s all the information she would vouchsafe. “Mv curiositv was aroused, and I managed by careful questioning to get one old gossip to tell me 60 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR the story. It seems that a miser named Grantly had built the place, and after living there about two years, had strangely disappeared. People said he had been murdered, and ever since his ghost had roamed about the house. My informant told me that only two nights previous her son, on returning through the woods, had seen a light moving in the place, and had heard strange noises. I found the lad and questioned him. lie was such a bright fellow, and seemed so sure of what he said, that 1 felt sure that somebody, ghost or human being, must be living in that house; and as I didn’t take any stock in ghosts, I came to the con- clusion that something shady was going on there under the protection of the ghost story. That night I could think of nothing but the Grantly story and the ghost. Before going to sleep, I resolved that I’d spend the next night in the haunted house, and try to capture a ghost for a souvenir. ‘I acquainted no one with my purpose, but the next night prepared to start by nine o’clock. After supper, on some pretense, I escaped from the kitchen and sought my room. The first thing f did ing was somewhat difficult. However, 1 managed to make fairly good time, and, after losing my bear- ings about a dozen times. I finally reached my des- tination. Before 1 stepped out into the clearing. I listened intently, but not a sound broke the stillness. The moon was just rising, and Hooded the place with its cold light, making the surrounding woods the more dark and dismal. As I said before. I was anything but superstitious, but the cold, white light of the moon falling on the snow, and the intense quiet that prevailed did seem rather unearthly, and for a mo- ment I reallv wished I was back at my aunt’s cheer- ful fireplace. However, the feeling lasted but a moment, and. smiling at the unusual sensation, I advanced cautiously toward the house. The first thing to be done was to get in without making any noise : for the noise I thought might alarm the ghosts. So I tried every window, but all were se- curely fastened. In the rear of the house I noticed with some curiosity that the blinds were all closed, and that the curtains inside were drawn. But I thought this a mere coincidence, and after trying THE OLD GRANTLY HOUSE. was to open my valise and take out my trusty Smith and Wessons. 1 found them in perfect working order, and I felt satisfied. You sec, I didn't know much about ghosts, or I’d have known they couldn’t be shot. As soon as I had heard the village clock strike nine. I descended the stairs, and was about to slip out unobserved, when I ran plump into my aunt’s arms. I resolved then to explain the thing, and I did, and she, poor thing, was terribly excited. Til be back in the morning, aunt, never fear,’ I said, smiling. ‘I’m only having a little fun. You know it’s good for the nerves.’ ‘Well, John, 1 guess you can take care of your- self, but, remember, it ain’t so easy to deal with spirits as it is with human beings.’ “ ‘All right, aunt,’ I responded, and, without waiting further. I set out for the woods. A light snow liad fallen the previous night, and the walk- to open the blinds, passed by without further inves- tigation. Kvery window on the lower floor was locked, and I was just wondering how I could force an entrance, when I happened to glance upwards. Right above me over the veranda I observed a win- dow partly opened, and I found that by climbing the trellis I could reach the sill and swing myself in. I reached the window easily, raised it to its full ex- tent, and dropped softly into the room beyond. fust then the window came down with a crash that echoed and re-echoed through the musty old house. I listened, and felt sure I heard footsteps approaching. In one corner of the room was a closet, and into this I dived and awaited the coming of the ghosts. The steps came nearer and nearer, and suddenly the door opened and two men stepped into the room. T told ye, Dick,’ said one, ‘you only imagined it. There’s nobodv here. I didn’t hear no noise, and SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 01 neither did Toni. And what under the sun would any one want in this old place to-night?’ ‘Thev might want us. for one tiling.' answered Dick surlilv. '1 believe this durned house is haunted, an' I'm going to get out. for. I tell ye, Bill, I heard some kind of a noise. 1 think the sooner we divvy up and get out of here, the better.' With that they left the room. and. after waiting until their footsteps had died away, I stepped out oi mv concealment. 'Dick Santry,' 1 chuckled, 'you're a prettv shrewd wretch, but I’ve got you this time.' From the moment he had spoken I rec- ognized the voice of mv old friend, and, putting two and two together. I decided that he really had been the bank robber, and that now he was going to divide the profits with his gang. I knew I was taking great chances in trying to capture three desperate villains single-handed, but I wanted that reward, and I decided to attempt it. “I removed mv boots, and cautiously crept out of the room. Then 1 remembered the incident of the back windows, and I decided the robbers must be in the rear of the house. Noiselessly I de- scended the stairs to the hall below. At the very end of this I could discern a faint ray of light. 1 advanced toward it. and found the light to be issu- ing through the kevhole of the door. I stopped and listened. A wrangle of some kind was going on within. “ ‘Of course vou don't get as much of the boodle as we do.’ Santry was saying: ‘yer didn't do nothing but watch while Bill and I did the trick.’ “ ‘Well. Dick Santry. you promised to divide even, and if vou don’t. I know what I can do.’ “ ‘Yer mean you’ll squeal,’ yelled Dick, as he murderouslv pulled forth a knife. ‘T felt it high time to interfere, and I quietly opened the door. and. with a revolver in each hand. covering all three, said, smiling: 'Good evening, friends.’ “Santry dropped his knife and stared at me in amazement. When he found his tongue, he burst out: Well, who in blazes are you?’ “ Well, you see,’ I replied, ‘I came here to study the habits of ghosts, and it shocked me greatly to find that spirits quarrel. And do you ghosts use money, too? 1 heard you talking upstairs about divvying up.’ “The villains stood as if petrified to the spot. 1 was talking simply to gain time, and think of some plan to secure them, but I could find none, and fin- ally decided to keep them there until morning, and then march them at the point of the pistol to the nearest town. “So for five hours 1 stood facing those three des- perate ruffians, and not daring to relax my vigilance for a moment. Before daybreak I heard the sound of voices on the outside, and was certainly delighted to sec mv aunt’s sturdy hired man and three lusty lads from the village stalk into the room. 'I explained matters as best I could, sent them out for strong rope, and then, not changing the po- sition of the trusty friends in my hands, bade them bind mv prisoners hand and foot. I then set out swiftly to the village, and returned with the con- stable and a carriage, and before the sun came up we had the bank robbers safely locked in the village jail.” The old detective paused, and gazed absently into the fire. “And the reward,” some one asked, “did you get the reward? ' (). ves, I forgot the reward,” he answered. Yes. I received the thousand dollars on Christmas eve. and. really. I never enjoyed a happier Christmas.” The Poet's Fall. A poet divine walked the slippery street And gazed at the stars in the sky; “() beautiful orbs of the angels,” he cried, O could I but see all the beauty you hide, O could 1 but know the great truths long denied, I’d lav me down gladly to die. Just then his feet slipped on the ice-covered street, And he fell on his ear with a groan, And he saw all the stars in the heavens complete; But the things that he said when he rose to his feet It would not be well here for me to repeat, For the music of his poetry had flown. C. ----------------------- .------ “This potato is only half done,” he said crossly. Well, onlv eat half of it, then,” she replied affec- tionately. What does ‘pourquoi’ mean?” Why.” 'Cause I want to know, you blooming idiot.” An Amherst professor knocked at the door of a room where some students were carousing late at night. Who’s there?” asked one of the students. It is me,” replied the professor. Well, who is me?” Professor N------ “Oh. go away; you can’t fool us that way. Pro- fessor X-----would have said, ‘It is I.’ ” And the professor went away. There’s a train at 4.04,” said Miss Jenny; Four tickets I’ll take, have you any?” Said the man at the door, Not four for 4.04, For four for 4.04 are too many.” The maiden sorrowfully milked the goat. And pensively turned to mutter. I wish vou’d turn to milk, you brute.” And the animal turned to butter (her). “What ! Can’t do that example! You know simple addition, don't you?” I never studied any that was simple.” 62 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR BOOK REVIEWS- STORIES FROM ENGLISH HISTORY. Edited and Adapted by Ilenry P. Warren. L. H. I). I). C. Heath Co. There is no novel more Interesting or exciting than the events of English history, well told. It is necessary f.;r every boy or girl to be informed in English history, particularly in these parts which have a direct bear- ing on our own country's history. In this work, compiled by Mr. Warren, the reader can find the most important events of English history, from the landing or the Romans to the death of Queen Victoria, all graphic- ally and realistically recounted. Especial care has been spent on the pictorial illustrations, with which the book abounds, and these combine to make the work more vivid and interesting. BETTY SELDOM, PATRIOT. By Adele E. Thompson. l-ee Shepard. Price. $1.25. This is an interesting story of a girl’s life in the time of the Revolution. Betty, the heroine of the story, is a staunch patriot, and. upon the supposed death of her father, her Tory uncle becomes her guardian. Her ex- periences with him form the basis of the story. Betty is lovable and attractive, and worth a thousand of the fickle coquette heroines of some of the latter day popular novels. A good idea of life in the colonial times is given, and events are accurately traced up to the surrender of Cornwallis at Yorktown. GEOFFREY STRONG. By Laura E. Richards. Boston: Dana Estes Co. The book has the quiet fascination which belongs to the annals of home life, and throughout has a clever touch of humor. The story tells of the experience of a young doctor in a country place, living with two elderly maiden ladies. The doctor, contrary to previous statements and intentions, falls quite in love with a niece of the two lovable old ladies. The niece has. it seems, been study- ing medicine, but, because of ill health, is obliged to dis- continue her pursuit. An accident while riding his wheel befalls the doctor, and results in a broken arm. Then is the pretty love story brought to a close, during the doctor's convalescence, when lie learns what affec- tion and interest the niece has shown during his illness. This bcok, in grasp and general handling, compared with the average short novel, takes a stride to the front. SOURCE BOOK OF AMERICAN HISTORY. By Albert Bushnell Hart. Ph.D. The Macmillan Company. Price. 60 cents. This book offers to the student a unique and very vivid method of studying American history. The author does net pretend to present a detailed account of every inci- dent recorded in history: he takes the most important and far-reaching events, and allows us to read them through the medium of one who lived and acted when these events were taking place. For instance, we have a stirring account of Braddock’s defeat by the man who tried to prevent It. George Washington. Again, near the conclusion we find a vivid portrayal of the adven- tures of the far-famed Rough Riders, by their gallant commander. Theodore Roosevelt. Many fac-slmile illustrations are presented, among the most interesting of which are the Mayflower Compact of 1620, two pieces of continental currency, and extracts from Lincoln's final emancipation proclamation. The bcok is tastefully bound, and should meet the approval of every student cf this country's history. FOUNDATIONS OF FRENCH. By Fred I). Aldrich. A. B.. and Irving L. Foster, A. M. Ginn Co. In this work the authors have endeavored to present to the beginner in French a clear, concise method of studying this language. The book is especially arranged for the high school or college student who wishes to get the ground work of French in the shortest possible time. Only the essential parts of the grammar are given, and the whole work can easily be covered In from forty to sixty hours. SYLVIA. As imagined by Albert Herter. The novel. •‘Sylvia, has attracted wide-spread attention, owing to the unique plan of the publishers, of awarding a prize to the artist whose conception of Sylvia best meets the popular taste. The books published by Small. Maynard. Co. THE STORY TELLER'S ART. A Guide to the Ele- mentary Study of Fiction. By Charity Dye. Ginn Co. By the would-be story teller or novelist Miss Dye’s work will be received with the greatest appreciation. SOMKRVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Many a natural story teller is deterred from writing through fear of displaying his ignorance of technique. Now. this work is prepared especially for the amateur and tlie beginner, and, to illustrate her explanations, Miss Dye takes examples in story telling and plot form- ing from the compositions of high school students. The book treats of the material, the setting, the plot, and the study of incident essential in forming a good story. One of the most interesting of the boys’ books recently published is Under the Allied Flags.” by Elbridge S. Brooks. It is the last of a series of three, the two pre- vious being With I.awton and Roberts and In Defense of the Flag. The story recounts the adventures of a sturdy American lad. one Ned Peaver. with the fanatical Chinese Boxers. After many thrilling and hair-breadth escapes, the hero finally leaves China unharmed, and re- turns home to settle down to a practical life at college. The author's object is to set before his youthful reader a good idea of our recent troubles in China, without dis- ROBERT XEII.SOX STEPHENS. The popular author of one of the best books of the year. Captain Ravenshaw. cussing any of the international questions involved. The story is of the kind which will appeal strongly to boys of tiie strenuous type. The book is handsomely bound, and contains many line illustrations. It Is published by the I Othrop Company. COMPOSITION AND RHETORIC FOR HIGHER SC HOODS. By Sara E. H. Lockwood and Mary Alice Emerson. A. B. Boston: Ginn Co. Price. $1.25. In this volume, a work designed as a text-book for high schools, the treatment from paragraph to theme is unusu- ally complete. It goes step by step from the single to the related paragraph, and thence to the combination of t 3 many. Imagination in description and narration alone would prove the usefulness of this volume, covering, as It does, the collection of material, the development of essential qualities and theme work. Last is a critical essay on advanced school work in English, namely, the study of the novel and drama, and various forms of prose and poetry. SCOTT’S IVANHOE. Edited, with Introduction and Notes, by Constance Grosvenor Alexander. A. B. The Silver Series of English Classics. Silver, Burdett, Co. A new edition of Scott’s most pleasing work, with co- pious notes both by Scott himself and the editors. The bcok is attractively bound and of uniform size. SOURCE BOOK OF ENGLISH HISTORY. Edited by Elizabeth Kimball Kendall. M. A.. Associate Professor of History in Wellesley College. New York: The Macmillan Company. The book is all Its name Implies, and in its treating of each subject the reader finds now information, and old statements expressed In a clear style. It is a work that aims to instruct and interest at the same time. WORDS AND THEIR WAYS IN ENGLISH SPEECH. By James Bradstreet Greenough. Professor of Latin in Harvard University, and Geoige Lyman Kittredge, Pro- fessor cf English in Harvard University. New York: The Macmillan Company. Price. $1.10. This Is an admirable survey of the way In which wo use our words, told by two men, both professors at Har- vard. who have lived in the realm they so interestingly tell, and have themselves learned the value of that which they have put In print. The claim which this subject makes should force this excellent book to every English teacher's desk. AMONG THE GREAT MASTERS OF PAINTING. Scenes in the Lives of Famous Painters. With Thirty- two Reproductions of Famous Paintings. With Text by Walter Rowland. Boston: Dana Estes Co. This is a worthy companion to “Among the Great Mas- ters of Oratory.” which we chronicled in last month's re- views. treating in a concise and suggestive manner of the lives and principal works of the great masters of art from Pleidias to Puvis Do Chavannes. The book stands forth, however, more for its superb illustrations than for its text, each cut showing the ability of Mr. Rowland to choose such excellent illustrations which so happily fit into the text. These illustrations are of his- torical value in that they show the conditions of the times. It is a model of typography and cover designing. FRESHMAN ENGLISH AND THEME CORRECTING IN HARVARD COLLEGE. By C. T. Copeland and H. M. Rideout. Silver. Burdett, Co. Few books bordering on a technical work have such a fascinating influence on their readers as does the work of Copeland and Rideout. A straightforward account is given of the work of the Freshman class during '99 and '00. The required work is made very clear, and the weak points emphatically spoken of. It is indeed sur- prising. in reading this little book, to see In what a wretched state the Freshman English is on entering, and what amusing blunders are made. Several fac-simile themes are given after the instructor's perusal and after tiie student's correction. We have received from H. M. Colwell Co., of New York, a very prettily bound edition of Hawthorne's Mosses from an Old Manse. The Macmillan Company have just published a thor- ough and comprehensive view of Economies, by Richard T. Ely, Ph.D., LL.D. Price. $1.25. 64 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR ON THE EVE OF CHRISTMAS. By May Baker, L.t '03. 'I' was indeed the time of civil strife. Almost every man in Massachusetts was aroused to the highest pitch of excitement, and the larger cities re- sounded with the preparations for war. But what was war to the little village of L----, in a secluded district of Maine? What did the sturdy farmers know of civil war and bloodshed? Scarcely anything; not a single change appeared in their countenances, nor in their everyday affairs. To he sure, when the weekly paper came to the post- office on Saturday nights, there was passed from farmer to farmer some casual remarks, or perhaps there was a few minutes' chat on the events of the day. But it is safe to say that L----was free from the distresses of war. and free from the din of its preparation. On a lonely street in this same little village there lived a farmer, with his small family, consisting of a wife and son. They were, indeed, a happy family, as they gathered about the evening lire, for Mr. Blake was very fond of his wife, and both almost idolized their twenty-ycar-old boy Xed. But a gloom had settled down on the little house- hold. a gloom which kept lowering until both father and son despaired of its ever lifting. The farm, consisting of a few acres, was mortgaged, and the interest would soon be as large as the principal. Xed and his father worked dav and night, hoeing, ploughing, sowing, and haying, but all attempts to save enough money even to pay the interest seemed in vain Xed had tried for work at the country grocery, had even written to the city; but met with no encouragement anywhere. Ned’s chum. Clarence Briggs, on hearing Xed’s proposal of going to the city to work, laughed at him, saying, ‘'What city man would want a country greenhorn to work for him?” Clarence was the son of the wealthiest farmer in the town, and, being two vears older than Xed, considered himself much wiser, and thought himself safe in laughing at his friend. Indeed. Clarence was a spoiled child, as is often the case with the only son of a prominent family; but deep down in his heart he had a true boyish love for Ned, and he often said, ‘Tf I could, Xed. I'd give you a lift.” But Xed was utterly discouraged. Days passed, as usual, and all the time the war was progressing with cruel strides. One Saturday night, when the farmers congregated in the old post-office to read the weekly news, their eyes were startled bv the large-lettered heading, Call for Volunteers.” This did. indeed, cause some excitement, but only for a short time, for on Monday morning the ploughs were at work, as usual, and at the head of one was Ned Blake. He looked sadder than ever this morning, as he walked along, and his step was that of a weary trav eler. tired even now of life's toils and hardships Glancing up from his plough, he saw Clarence crossing the field and coming towards him. It was a customary thing for Clarence to come and talk with Xed while he was working, and Xed was par- ticularly glad to see him to-day, for he was a jolly fellow, and good at cheering drooping spirits. How are vou, Xed? Clarence said, as he ap- proached the plough, and saw the sad expression in the downcast eyes. What makes you so gloomy this morning, boy; ain't sick, are you?” Xo. said Xed, going on with his ploughing, but I'm tired of working, day in and day out. and seeing no good come from my work,” and he stopped ploughing and stood, a perfect picture of melancholy. Well, well,” said Clarence, I guess I shall have to cheer vou up a bit. Come, put up your work and let's have a good chat. I can’t do that.” said Xed. brightening up a lit- tle. but vou can talk to me just the same if I am working.” So they walked on together for a moment, and then Clarence broke the silence by saying, Say, Xed. I’ve got some news; want to hear it?” “Is it good news?” asked Xed, brightening still more. “I don’t know,” said Clarence, but I might as well tell vou. I have been drafted for war.” Xed stood, utterly speechless. Drafted for war! he said. Your father won’t let you go, will he?” . He don’t want me to,” said Clarence sadly, “but I have simply got to go, or.” he added, send a substitute.” Both bovs were silent for a few moments, then Clarence broke out. Father says he would give five hundred dollars to any one that would go in my place, because mother is dead, and he hates to have me go. too.” Xed was still silent, but his eyes began to glisten, and he said, I will go for you, Clarence.” O. will you?” Clarence said. All right, then, you shall have the money. Ned. I was always a coward, vou know: but. then, you see. I can’t help it; I was born so.” Thus it was that on one bright September morn- ing the loving Mrs. Blake was bidding her son good-by at the door of their country dwelling. “I am going, mother,” he had said, to fight for mv country, and to get the money for the mortgage, and when I get enough, I will send it to you.” Of course Mrs. Blake was proud of her boy. but, like all mothers, she shuddered at the thought of him going forth to the bloody strife. gg| SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR bo But the valise was packed, lingering good-bys given, and Ned Blake stepped forth into the scene of war. Every Saturday night after his departure brought a letter from Ned to the anxious father and mother at home But Mr. Blake was growing old; the farm did not look as neat as it used to when Ned was at home, and every corner of the place seemed to miss the absent one. It was now Saturday evening, and Mrs. Blake was waiting with anxious anticipation for the return of her husband with the expected letter from her boy. Ten o’clock came, and with it her husband's step at the door. He came slowly into the room, and seated himself in an armchair before the fire before he spoke. Then he said, Well, we didn’t get any letter from Ned to-night. “Didn’t get any letter! said Mrs. Blake with astonishment. “He has never failed to write be- fore. I'know it. said her husband, but perhaps lie forgot it this time.” But no such reasoning could dismiss the matter from the mother's mind ; for her heart was full of forebodings. And her anxiety was not ill-placed, for a month passed, and not a word came from the absent son. Two months and three passed, and the mother and father pictured in their minds his cruel death at the hands of the foe. Hope was gone, and the wretched mother grew weary and sick, and the father became old with sorrow. Years have now passed, and the old farm is still there,—free from mortgage now. Walk up the grass-grown path and look in at the window. It is Christmas eve. two years since Ned went away. Pile mother, whose face is now saddened with lines of sorrow, sits knitting beside her husband, whose head is resting in his hands, and only the old clock breaks the silence. At that moment the door is flung open with a bang, and in rushes a boy. He throws his arms around Mrs. Blake’s neck. “Mother!” he cries. Ned!” she exclaims. But we will not intrude on the scene longer. We will not listen to Ned’s sad story of imprisonment and suffering,—sad, if anything can be so, to such a happy family on this blessed Christmas eve. Let the wind howl without, and the snow fall in heavy drifts, no storm or grief can come to mar the happiness within. 7 V e G A gear's 'R Yessu o1. 1 am fading from you, But one draweth near Called the Angel guardian Of the coming year. If my gifts and graces Coldly you forget, Let the New Year’s Angel Bless and crown them yet. For we work together, He and I are one! Let him end and perfect All I leave undone. I brought Good Desires, Though as yet but seeds; Let the New Year make them Blossojn into Deeds. I brought Joy to brighten Many happy days; Let the New Year’s angel Turn it into Praise. If I gave you Sickness, If I brought you Care, Let him make one Patience. And the other Prayer. Where I brought you Sorrow, Through his care, at length. It may rise triumphant In its future strength. If I brought you Plenty, All wealth’s bounteous charms, Shall not the New Angel Turn them into Alms? 1 gave Health and Leisure, Skill to dream and plan; Let him make them nobler,— Work for God and Man. If I broke your Idols, Showed you they were dust, Let him turn the Knowledge Into Heavenly Trust. If I brought Temptation. Let sin die away -nto boundless Pity For all hearts that stray. If your list of Errors Dark and long appears, Let this new-born Monarch Melt them into tears. May you hold this Angel Dearer than the last,— So I bless his Future, While he crowns my Past. —Selected from Adelaide Proctor. 66 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Reflected Folly. Why did Joseph’s brother put him in a pit? Because he thought it was a good opening lor a young man.” Take hack the heart that you gave me.” The angry maiden cried. So the butcher gave her liver, And she went off satisfied. “Who was the first man injured in a football game?” “Why, Socrates, of course. He met his death at the hands of the Athenian eleven. I tear,” said the postage stamp on the student’s letter to his father, I fear 1 am not sticking to facts.” As Carl was going out one eve, His father questioned “Whither?” And Carl, not wishing to deceive, With blushes answered, With her. Teacher— Where do you find the form ‘erimus’?” Pupil—“In the back part of the book. Although gas meters may register, they cannot vote. Stranger— Do you know a man around here with one leg named Jones?” Resident— If you will kindly give me the name of the other leg, perhaps I can tell you.” Spicy literature—a history of Ceylon. I knew a young lady irom Michigan, To meet her 1 never would wichigan, She’d eat of ice cream Till with pain she would scream, And slic’d order another big dichigan. Pardon me,” said a Junior to a Senior, as he trod on her dress. ‘T can always catch a train when I don’t want to.” ------------------ S. T. D. Club. A secret society has been formed by a number of young men from the class of ’04, which is to be known as the S. T. D. Club. The first meeting was held Monday. November 25, at the home of Lawrence Mitchell, 30 Preston road, and a very enjoyable evening was spent. 'Flic following officers were elected: President. Gerard C. Bean; vice-president. J. Albert Wilson; secretary-treasurer, Edward J. Frost. ------------------ At a meeting of the executive committee of the Athletic Association, it was decided to put a school basket ball team into the field. With so many in- dividual stars in the school, a team ought to be picked that would keep up the reputation of Somer- ville High School teams. Dickinson, the plucky little halfback on the football team, was appointed captain pro tern. Give him and the team your hearty support. EXCHANGE NOT EvS Our exchange list is large, and has increased each month. Everv one is welcome to read the exchanges. Apply to the exchange editor. I he Holvoke Herald has a good literary depart- ment. comprising both poetry and prose. We are always glad to find a paper so artistic as the Normal Pennant. The Springfield Recorder has the same virtue. From English High comes the Record, with an excellent department under the heading. The Realm of Literature.” We congratulate the W. R. H. S. Clarion on its acquisition of a sanctum.” Would that the Radiator might be so favored. Every paper should have its proof sheets exam- ined with the greatest care. We have noticed many typographical errors, which could easily be avoided. The Chcrrv and White for November tells us of a new plan of self-government in the Williamsport High School. We shall be interested to note its success. The Bulletin from Lawrence contains some good editorials, and its column of current events is an excellent departure. But those silly personals are anything but pleasing. One of the best stories we have read lately is the Herr Keipelmcister. in the Red and White. It is well written and interesting, with the suspense well kept tip in a dramatic fashion. The Omaha Register should have more of a lit- erary department. In comparison with its local columns, its proportion of matter which is of inter- est to outsiders is not sufficiently large. The Lasell Leaves is an excellent paper, coming from the hands of girls. But is there no one in the seminary who aspires to become a second Mary E. Wilkins or Amelia Barr? The lack of Fiction is no- ticeable. The High School Bulletin, from Dedham, is a neat paper with a pleasing cover. It should cer- tainly have an exchange column : for the usefulness and interest of this department has long since been proven. A Schoolgirl’s Conscience” is a very readable storv. What a shock we received on opening the Rec- ord from Evansville. I nd.! Paper of poor consist- ency. a staring advertisement occupying the right- ful place of a frontispiece, and the crowded appear- ance of the first page.—all combine to give one the impression of a sensational story-paper. The paper is really an excellent one in many respects, and should have more care for its appearance. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 67 THE PAYMENT OF THE FIDDLER. say the least. Jeffrey White was gloomy. During the eight years which he had worked in the Rook- wood bank he had always been con- sidered a trustworthy employee, and his advancement to the position of teller had been rapid. In this capacity he had come very closely in contact with the funds of the bank, which, as it often does, proved too much of a temptation for the teller. Within three years he had stolen five thousand dollars of the bank’s money, and, what was better (or perhaps worse) for him. he had altered the books so successfully that no one detected his stealing. The cause of this stealing was too fast company for a man with a very moderate salary. His at- tractive person must have attractive clothes, and. besides, he was the much-envied “gentleman” of the proud Jessica Dean. A child of wealthy parents, she did not know how to value money, and Jeffrey foolishly and willingly spent his own and other peo- ple’s money on her. The day was cold and gloomy; the lire in the Franklin stove seemed dull and cheerless. It snapped occasionally when a draft came in from an opened door. The teller was fixing up the books for the monthly inspection, and. much to his chagrin, had found that he had not covered his last “take” as well as previously. The books must go to the directors at seven o’clock, and then—besides the last fifty dollars he had taken himself, there was an error in previous days’ accounts. Snodgrass Waite had overdrawn their account for the twen- tieth time. and. in the absence of the cashier, he had let out” the money. This could not be covered, and he would have to meet the directors’ wrath, and expect and receive what his predecessor had re- ceived,—his notice of discharge. Everything seemed out of order; columns would persist in coming out wrong, and entries made by the teller himself were vague and almost indecipherable. His books must be ready at seven, and at eight he was to accompany Jessica to the ball. Things were de- cidedly unpleasant for the teller. Seven came, and with it the directors. It was a period of anguish for the clerks, and what for the teller? He knew, but hoped that the Snodgrass Waite affair would so occupy the tellers as to put off the inevitable day for himself. The directors disposed of the preliminary business, and called for the cashier’s books. They were incomplete, so the teller’s books must come. Without this meeting place the clerks were ner- vously spoiling their pens by stabbing the blotting pads on their desks. The teller, far from being calm and reserved, was thinking. There was a creak and a squeak of an unwilling hinge. The door opened and a well-known head popped out:— By Ralph D. Cleverley, E., '02. Mr. White, your books now, sir!” He started at the sound of the voice, mechanically seized his books, and entered the room with none of the snap and vim which had previously charac- terized his movements. The clerks in the outer office were relieved. Once within the room, the teller assumed his usual manner, and hurriedly re- ported the month’s doings. Snodgrass Waite, excess draft. $84.62. The room was in an uproar in a moment. The president pounded on the desk for order, and, rec- ognizing the desire of the largest stockholder to vent his wrath, answered his call of Mr. President” with “Mr. Burnes.” Burnes was on his feet in a moment, emphasizing his remarks by thumping his desk. It seems to me one of two things must be discontinued: either the excess drafting of the firm in question, or the services of our teller. I’ve written about a dozen letters to them, and they say ‘they are sorry, but so busy, etc. until I’m about sick of it. Mr. White, where are your wits, anyway? Can’t you keep that firm's accounts straight? You act as if you thought we were running a giit enterprise.” “They send drafts, sir, and I pay them without question.” “Without question, hey? You’re a smart teller, I must say. You couldn't keep a whist score, you couldn’t. I’m sick of having crooked books at every meeting.” With this he subsided, and the teller went on, Burnes all the while taking notes. “Opening cash amount, $11,116.42.” Hold on there. White, your closing slip of yes- terday says one sixty-six, forty-two; how’s that?” Burnes ejaculated. I—I—I’ve made some error previously, I guess. That amount was handed to me by the entry clerk.” Entry clerk? What has lie to do with the cash? Where is lie? Bring him in here.” He's not here now ; lie’s gone out to supper, ’ said one of the directors, 1 passed him as I came in.” Burnes ran over some slips rapidly, and burst out again: White, there arc fifty dollars gone some- where. Can you account for it?” “No, sir. I cannot if they are gone, but 1 have no entry to cover that amount on my books.” Burnes jumped up excitedly. Mr. President. I think I must do what I have not wished to do. White has been living high lately, and I have been informed of some of his doings. He has taken what he needed right and left, and has covered his tracks well. Mr. President. I move his immediate discharge, with twenty-four hours to refund or be arrested.” lie looked around anxiously for a second to his motion. None came, and lie was purple with rage. The teller was standing there, pale and immovable, 68 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR speechless with dread and anger. “Mr. U nite, re- fund that fifty dollars before tins time to-morrow, or I’ll prosecute you myself.” Burnes commenced. . The teller started to speak, but was interrupted by an oath. Leave the room, sir, or I’ll put you out.” Without a word the teller went out and put on his coat. It was half past eight. “It’s no use, Jessie. I’ve got to break our engage- ment. Things at the bank arc not going well, and I’m expecting trouble. They accuse me of crookedness, and Burnes has given me twenty-four hours to settle.” But, Jeff, you haven’t stolen from the banx. have you? You wouldn’t do such a thing. I’m wicked to think of it.” The teller was silent; he was evidently trving to turn the conversation. “Come, Jeff, dear, we’ll never get a dance if you don’t hurry. Let that bank trouble go; time will straighten it out.” The poor girl did not know what her brother knew, or she would have spoken differently to the teller. David Dean was a clerk in the Rookwood bank, and although he did not know, he felt very sure what was about to happen. For his sister’ sake, he dreaded the results. For a few moments lie lin- gered in the back parlor, and heard what the teller had said. With little thought for anything save his sister’s peace of mind, he formulated a plan to help the teller. He would steal some cash from the bank, be caught, and thus remove suspicion of the former losses from the teller, and place it upon him- self. “Father,” he thought, will settle for a hun- dred or so, and I’ll get fired and sent to college, where I belong, and the teller---” here he stopped and remembered that he was going to a ball. To- morrow,” he murmured; then he put on his hat and went out. Next morning, when Dave entered the bank, the teller was not there. Everything was in a flurry, and several directors were bustling about consulting books and taking notes. He commenced his duties, watching the directors anxiously until tney went out. When the hour for closing the bank came, the clerks went out. and Dave was left alone in the main room. His chance had come. He stepped up to the cashier's desk and took a hundred dollars in small bills and went out. No one had seen him. When he catnc in in the afternoon every one was excited. The cashier was beside himself. He should have put the money away when he went out, but he was coming right back, he thought, and no one would meddle with it. Dave Dean was here when I went out,” said every clerk in his attempts to clear himself. “Come in here a minute. Dean.” the president called from the outer office. For the first time he realized the true danger he was in. With pale face and his whole frame tremb- ling, he entered the office and closed the door. Horace Dean was angry. He was surprised, ashamed, and aiarmed. In his hand he held a note from the president of the bank, which said:— It is my painful duty, Mr. Dean, to tell you the trouble which your son has brought upon himself. Sums of money have been taken repeatedly from the bank, and circumstances seem to prove that David is the person who has taken them. In fact, he admits taking fifty and one hundred dollars. As our teller. Mr. White, could not settle for the amount, which we thought he had taken, Burnes had him arrested. He is now free, but something must be done to quiet the police. If you will agree to pay whatever your son has taken, I will promise to withhold any information regarding your son. I Iowevcr, I should advise you to take your son from the bank immediately. “Yours respectfully, Francis G. Emery.” The door opened slowly and Dave entered. David, what does this mean?” I—1—I don’t know—what is it? Will they ar- rest me?” It is not a question of arrest, David; think of the disgrace you have brought upon yourself. Were you in need of money for some trouble? Haven't vou had a sufficient allowance?” I—I did it for—I wanted to go to college. The bank was such a pokey old place, and I-----” Here he broke down and burst into tears. Fatherly love or pity, or perhaps both, led the father to do what he had not thought of doing at first; pay whatever his son had stolen, and take him from the bank. The appearance of the teller and the disr neai- ancc of Dave set Burnes a-thinking. He owed Hod” Dean a grudge, and it was plain to him that, as Dave had been caught once, he was tne guilty one. and not White. For the latter he was very effusive in pardons. A day came, finally, when a customer wished to withdraw his deposit. Much to the chagrin of the bank officials, his account was about five thousand dollars short. All shortage in account came during the time in which Dave had been employed, so, in Burnes’ logic, he was the guiltv one. With the old grudge still fresn in his mind, he procured a warrant for his arrest, and a day was set for his trial. The point on which the case turned was a slight one. The money which Dave had taken had dis- appeared and returned. The president had re- turned it. and so. in giving his evidence, he was forced to tell what he least desired to tell. The counsel for the prosecution argued. “Dean has admitted taking money twice and, although he has refunded it, why can it not be justly argued that he has taken more?” The jury, composed of men SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 69 ill-fitted for the work, unwisely convicted him, and the judge passed his sentence. David Dean was now a criminal for no fault of his own other than an intense love for his sister, and a false pride in sacrificing himself for another. Perhaps his desire to go to college led him to do what lie did. hut whatever influenced him did not receive much forethought. Rut what of Jeffrey White, the teller? Did he show the truest love to his sweetheart in allowing her only brother to be disgraced for another's crime, and to allow her to suffer for his protection? The mind of Jeffrey White, weak enough to allow another to suffer for his crime, proved weak enough to break down under the strain which was placed upon him. The proud and wealthy 1 loracc Dean, broken by his son's disgrace, grew violently ill with an old affliction and died. This added sorrow weighed heavily upon Jessica, and consequently upon the guilty Jeffrey. He struggled with himself for a long time, and finally decided to give himself up. He hurried to the jail where David was, only to find him dying of a malignant fever. The jail authorities would not allow him to see Dave for several hours, and these he spent in painful suspense. A cruel fate, he thought, was punishing him for his crime. When he came to the innocent convict’s bedside, he was startled to see the lines of death upon his face. He was delirious, and in his delirium he raved of the days at the bank and that evening in the back parlor. Half recognizing Jeffrey, he became frantic, and his delirium increased as his strength failed. Soon he quieted and lapsed into unconsciousness. Jeffrey, uncertain what to do, rushed blindly out to tell the awful news to Jessica. The worst news travels fastest, and so it did in this case. Jessica knew of her brother’s critical condition. This addition to her grief proved too much for her. Her father had died of a broken heart; her brother in disgrace, a convict; the man whom she had loved, unworthy. Xo wonder that for months she lay close to the door of death. Meanwhile Jeffrey’s better nature was asserting itself. He went to the bank authorities and dis- closed all of his fraudulent transactions. The case was a clear one. He was arrested, tried, and duly sentenced. David, acquitted upon the sentence of Jeffrey, was removed to his home and slowly re- covered. Jessica, too, came back to health and at last to happiness. Twenty years afterward the inhabitants of Rook- wood saw a man, prematurely bent, and broken in health, walking along the village street. His countenance was haggard: his hair white before its time; his face seamed with lines. Hardly a trace of the tall erect figure, the cheery pleasant expres- sion of the Jeffrey White of former days was to be seen. Yet Jeffrey White it certainly was, broken in health and spirit. Burnes, his former enemy, passed, but did not recognize him. Yet there was something that reminded him of Jeffrey White. “Poor boy,” he said musingly, “he paid the penalty. Surely those who dance must pay the fiddler.” John M. Jaynes. Mr. John M. Jaynes was born in Somerville in 1878. At an early age he moved, with his parents, to Rochester, X. Y., where he attended the public schools. After leaving school, he spent some time at woodworking and cabinetmaking. Five years ago Mr. Jaynes returned to Somerville and attended the Bell School. After his graduation in 1897, he entered the English High School, from which he received his diploma last June. His course included much special work at his chosen subject, manual training. This fall Mr. Jaynes was elected a student teacher in the manual training department of the English School, and began his duties as instructor at the beginning of the school year. ________________ Resolutions. Whereas, by the divine will of God. our beloved classmate. Miss Clara Tuck, has been bereaved of her father: Whereas, we. the class of 1902, have learned with much sorrow of her loss; be it Resolved, that we tender our heartfelt sympathy; and be it further Resolved, that a copy of these resolutions be sent to Miss Tuck, and also printed in the Radiator. PERCY I’X DERM ILL. President. FERDINAND SMITH. Secretary. 70 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 1902. G. W., translating French: Lcs crocodiles grimpaient sur lcs palmiers.” “The crocodiles walked on their hands.” We are glad to welcome back Moses and Miss Berry, after their illnesses. Nichols, translating Latin: Tres famulos habuit.” H.c had three families.” A clear case of bigamy. The dictionary was taxed to its utmost furnish- ing long words for those essays on Milton. Teacher (explaining the working of the eye)— One is naturally embarrassed when the light is turned on suddenly in a dark room.” To what did he refer? Do you belong to the peculiar pente in Greek? Fleischner is related to the gods, according to what he said in Latin: Bellona is Mars’ (Ma’s) sister.” Poor French thinks he is abused. Roberts’ rendering of the following in Greek: He brought on the tearful war.” He brought on a tearful goat.” Miss R., in Latin: Turnus acer.” Turnus the line of battle.” C----, translating Latin: “Oculos per singula volvit.” He rolled his eyes one by one.” Miss R------. in Greek: You talk like an un- speaking child.” Some of our boys were so considerate. They al- ways took their mothers” to the football games. “A Thracian horse bore Turnus with white spots.” Evidently Turnus had the leprosy. 1903. McKenna in a Latin recitation: 1 seek my fatherland. Italy.” Perhaps this is the explanation of some of those wild dashes about the room which lie executes at times. However, we would all like to see “Mack” find his cherished home. In physics the other day one of our classmates persisted in saying that fifty minutes of six was not, nor could not be, ten minutes past five; some timely arguments were given, and she finally aban- doned this system of ragtime for the true and tried Standard time. Some of us oppose the statement that A man came down the same way he went up” as absolutely impossible. McCrossan. in Cicero: The brazen laws were liquefied.” Does this mean that the staid Romans voted to open saloons? More honor has been bestowed upon our class now that McCoy has been elected captain of the ‘varsitv eleven, while Dickinson has been appointed temporary captain of the basket ball team to repre- sent S. H. and L. Did you notice how well Chickering kept his feet while running down the windows”? Dickinson tells us in English: “He was wont to take his table book out of his pocket.” In these days a table book is more widely known as a meal check. 1904. They placed sharpened beams and stones of great weight on the walls; these were descended from the Cimbri.” Having left the baggage on this side of the Rhine, which they were not able to move-----” Everything had to be done at one time.” How well Caesar describes one of our study periods! All Gaul is divided into three halves again. Some of us need an extra course in arithmetic. Marks fall off about Christmas time—we have other things to think of. Don’t forget to take out the ventilator gratings for Santa Claus.” Caesar removed a shield from a soldier’s back.” He must have been a surgeon, as well as a general. W e have actually received two notes for this issue. Let the good work go on. [ Continued on pago 72.} SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 71 1902. Shakespeare up to date: “What! All my chickens at one fell scoop! Marks, awful marks. 1 know not what they mean.” A certain Senior would like to know why his as- tronomv text-book could not be called “Young’s Night Thoughts.” Stringere re mos —to string the rowers.” The mirror in Room 2!)-A will be marked For Seniors ()nlv. Sophomore. Junior, and Freshmen vanities take notice. Pauper pater”— poor papa. Motto for aspirants for position on class com- mittee: “Let none presume to wear an undeserved honor. The maiden struggled pluckily to scan her Ver- gil. In her distress she cried, O, pa, O, pa,” and then collapsed. Step up and join the Camera Club. No dues exacted, and cameras unnecessary. Did you enjoy the extra day you received during the Thanksgiving recess? A football song to the tune of Dolly Gray” did not prove the championship coaxer of the old Somer-Somervilla. Next year sing 200,” and win every time. Prospective class poets and odists are requested to prepare six or seven poems. 1902 is “rapid,” you know, and yours may be too late. Is your speech ready for Ivy day? The persons who have their oftices” in Room 27 have lately been christened lambs. Wall street? He settled comfortably into the middle of the river.” Did vou attend the last debate and enjoy the musical and literarv programme? 200 did. The subjunctive mood usually comes after stretchers.” Shades of Blackstone! A Senior girl saying, I make an 'add' to that motion. She is not a mem- ber of the Debating Club. Heard in Room 17 : How many Freshmen here belong in the J (jay) division?” American sailors were to be preserved in British waters. A Northwestern University professor translates certissime sure. Mike. Over at Harvard they have it most assuredly. Pay your money and take your choice. Wonderful discoveries are made in history reci- tations. The leader of the Mormons, Captain John Smith, was born in Vermont. Miss R's variorum of the Merchant of Venice” will have Call vou? changed to Did you call me. papa?” 1903. The pupils of Room 35 are “ seeing things at night.” Please keep to the right until our arms are better. Wanted: Situations as stenographers. (Signed) Watkins and Perkins. Heard in History K: “Simon De Frankfort. A whirling cyclone, pushing everything before it. went roaring by.” Friend of Room 22. in an at- tempt to get his coat. A shining light in a dark expanse.' Blackburn. Room 22. It has been suggested that a lunch counter be started on the third floor for the benefit of the (upper) classmen. We should organize a class cheer. We all wish success to the new club. The sure sign of vaccination: Rubbing the left arm with the right hand. Stratton in English C: “The monks had the tops of their heads shaved off.” Hyde has an extensive imagination. 72 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 1904. Everybody come out for basket ball. Music 'l eachcr (to small boy)—“What does D. C. mean? Small Roy— Go way back and--------” Music 'I'eachcr— Sit down. Female gods are new characters in mythology. Teacher—“Miss S—tiers, if you are not careful, you will have to sit with the children on the first floor.” Miss L-----g thinks Charlemagne owned “just a little bit off the top” of Spain. Every one join the Debating Club. 1905. Miss W-----y, of I. English C, asserts that Dr. Holmes was a precious (precocious) boy. Ours is the largest Freshman class that has en- tered this school. Why not have the largest attend- ance and the least tardinesses? Now for the class pins! Arc you going to get one? Blountus, • Princeps hominum cum sphaera bascauda, in schola manet. Translation: The money so far received for the basket ball fund is not sufficient to warrant Manager Blount “skipping the country.” You should give something if you haven’t already. Ch-----ning. elocutionist of Division G. Latin Notes. [Continue ! from page TO.] We have heard that one member of the class is quite an actor Perhaps someone can get him a position in a dime museum. 1905. The pillows of Athens must be very hard. We should praise the pin committee for their endurance. Mr. Hadley’s jokes arc always acceptable. At the seventeenth hour was a great moon.” “Stay at home and study; don’t go skating.” Are vou vaccinated? We are afraid the physics class will injure our piano. A Christmas present: “A good report.” To the teachers: Tis better to give than to re- ceive. Allow for the climb after the gong strikes. The organization of a class basket ball team is under progress. We miss our Junior. We are sorry to say we have lost our witty Tour- tillot. The Debating Club During the past few years several attempts have been made by the class of 1902 to organize a debat- ing society. They learned that a debating society which is only a class affair can exist, but not pros- per. So it was that this year they determined to organize a school society, open to all classes, and this has proved very successful. A constitution was formed, and the following officers elected:— President. George Smith, ’02; vice-presidents, Mr. Philbrick, ’03, Mr. Hight. ’04, Mr. Channing, ’05; secretary, Mr. Wingersky, ’02; treasurer. F. K. Rice, ’02; executive committee. Mr. Ryder, ’02, Mr. Dexter, '03, Mr. Burgess, ’04, Mr. Chan- ning, ’05; faculty member. Mr. Abbott. At the first debate, despite threatening weather and scant advertising, about sixty were present, and the officers felt flattered at the “large” attendance. The subject was: “Resolved, that the exclusion of the Chinese should continue and be rigorously enforced.” The affirmative speakers were Miss Tuck, ’02. and Mr. Hight, ’04. The negative speakers were Mr. Harris. ’02. and Miss Frost. ’03. A vote resulted in favor of the negative. The musical and literary programme was as fol- lows : Piano solo, Miss Lamont, ’02; song, Mr. Wilson, '01. accompanied by Mr. Dunham, ’04 ; ex- temporaneous speech, Mr. Abbott: piano solo, Miss McConnell. At the next debate, held November 22, almost 200 attended, a special feature being a large number of the faculty, fully one-half attending. The first de- bate had proved a successful advertisement. The subject was: “Resolved, that the present state of political and social affairs in the United States tends to a national decay.” The affirmative speakers were Mr. Sanborn, ’03, and Miss N. Underhill. ’04. The negative speakers were Mr. Clcverley, '02, and Miss Eastman, ’03. 'l’he vote resulted in favor of the negative. The musical and literary programme was as fol- lows: Winter-hill trio. I. Classman, ’05, violin, E. Wingersky. '02. piano. F. Elliott Glines, ’02. cornet : readings, Mr. Nolan, ’02; quartette. Miss Daniels, '02. soprano. Miss Luscom, ’02, alto. Mr. Dunham, ’04. tenor. Mr. Wilson, ’04, bass, Mr. Wingersky, piano; piano duet. Miss Pillsbury, ’04, Miss Good- ing, 0 !. At the present time it seems probable that an interscholastic league of debating will be formed, which will prove an interesting addition to the school association. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 73 Base Bale Basket Ball I Tila c k FootBall I Hockey] ATHLETICS Somerville vs. E. H. S. Nearly .2,500 thoroughly disgusted spectators watched the game between Somerville High and Boston English High at Charles-river park No- vember Hi. h was the same old story of disputes, subterfuges to gain time, incompetent officials, and questionable football tactics. In the first half Eng- lish High had everything her own way. On two end runs bv Santrv and line plunges by Connolly and Hatton. Boston secured a touchdown. Burns failed to kick the goal. In the second half Somer- ville woke up and advanced the ball to Boston’s six-yard line bv some good work on the part of the tackles and the backs. On the next play McCoy carried the ball to the one-vard line. Again Story gave the ball to McCoy, but this time, after the referee had succeeded in pulling the players off the pile, the ball was found to be in the arms of an Eng- lish High player. English High failed to gain, and Somerville had another chance. At this point Referee Yeager called the game on account of darkness. For Somerville. Goode and Dickinson excelled, and Captain Connolly’s line plunges were the fea- tures of Boston’s play. The summary:— Boston English High. Somerville. Woodbury, r.e.........................I-©-. Blackwell Hatton, r.t......................I t.. Graham (Capt.) Collins, r.g.........................1-g., Richardson Wilkinson, ..............................Merrlfleld McCormick, l.g...........................r-8-. Allen Warner, l.t....................................McCoy Sullivan, .....................................re-- Goode Kennedy, q.b.............................q.b. Story Santry. r.h........................... ■lh- burton Burns, l.h............................r.h.. Dickinson Connolley, f. (Capt.).................f- McLaughlin Score-Boston English High. 5; Somerville High and Latin. 0. Touchdown—Hatton. Referee—Yeager. Um- pire—Burleigh. Linesmen—Fitts and Alexander. Timer—Mulli ken. Time—25 and 6 min. halves. Somerville, 0; C. M. T. S., 0. For the fourth consecutive time C. M. T. S. had to retire from the field disappointed in her hope of beating the boys from Central Ilill. Despite Her- culean efforts, the best she could do was to keep Somerville from scoring. In the first half both teams kicked frequently. Neither was able to make much of an impression on the line of the other. At the beginning of the second half Somer- ville advanced the hall to Cambridge's eight-yard line, only to lose it on a fumble. Cambridge punted, and Somerville again brought the ball to the ten-vard line. Another fumble and another punt, and Somerville again took up her weary march. Again Somerville fumbled, and again Cambridge punted. Cambridge got the ball, and tried the line with no gain. Then Clark essayed a drop kick, which went wide of the mark. Shortly afterwards lie tried another, which also failed. Time was called, with the hall in Cambridge's pos- session on Somerville's forty-yard line. Philbrick. who has played in nearly every position on the team, put up a game at fullback that demon- strated clearlv that lie was the man for the place. Graham was a pillar of strength both on the offense and the defense. Burton succeeded in turning the end for a twentv-five-vard dash, which should have been a touchdown, had he waited for his interfer- ence to put the halfback out. instead of keeping up with it. Bovson and Clark did the best work for Cambridge. The summary:— Somerville H. and L. Cambridge M. T. S. Blackwell, l.e............ Graham (Capt.). l.t....... Richardson, l.g.......... Nickerson (Merrlfleld). c Allen, r.g................ McCoy, r.t................ Goode, r.e................ Story (Currier), q.b...... Dickinson, r.h............ Burton, l.h............... Philbrick. f.............. .r.e.. Harris (Macy) ......r.t., Coolidge .......r.g., Fletcher ........c.. Maguire l.g. (Capt.). Carrick .l.t.. Black (Burley) .......l.e., Beckett .........q.b., Clark ........l.h.. Boy son .......r.h.. Holden ...........f.. Jones Score—Somerville H. and L., 0: Cambridge M. T. S.. o. Referee—Saul. Newtowne. Umpire Dunlop. Har- vard. Linesmen—Fitts. Harvard: Harris. Tufts. Timers—Mulliken. Harvard: Capelle. Cambridge. Time —25min. halves. Attendance—5,000. League Standing. Somer- B. E. Slat- 0. M• Dor- vlllo. II. S. den. T. S. Chester. Somerville. . . U. P. WI2-5 T 0-0 W 54-0 B E H.S. . . U. P. W 7-0 W 6-0 W 26-0 Malden . . . L 5-12 L 0-7 W17 5 W 33-0 C. M.T. S. . . TO-O L 0-6 L 5-17 W 32-0 Dorchester L 0-54 L 0-26 L 0-33 L 0-32 The championship of the Senior Interscholastic 74 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR League rests between Somerville and B. E. H. After considering Somerville’s protest, the execu- tive committee of the league ordered the game to be played over. This English High refused to do, which refusal, the Somerville supporters claim, for- feits the game, and consequently the championship to Somerville. B. E. 11. S. appealed to the donors of the cup, but Mr. Hale, their chairman, refused to decide the matter, and did not award the cham- pionship to English High, as erroneously stated in some of the Boston papers. The championship will probably be awarded at a meeting of the executive committee of the league to be held in the near future. Following is the record of the Somerville High School football team of 1901:— September 28, Somerville, 6; Malden. 0. October 2. Somerville, 0; Andover, 5. October 5. Somerville. 5: Medford. 0. October 9. Somerville. 17: M. A. H. S., 0. October 12. Somerville. 6: Groton. 17. October 15, Somerville. 28: Cambridge Latin, 0. October 22. Somerville. 41: Cambridge High. 0. October 30. Somerville. 54; Dorchester, 0. November 2, Somerville, 17: Haverhill. 11. November 5. Somerville, 12: Malden, 5. November 21. Somerville. 17: Tufts. '05. 0. November 28 Somerville, 0; C. M. T. S.. 0. Total, 203: opponents. 44. Nine games won, 2 lost, 1 tied. Not so bad! Is it? At a meeting of the football team, Wallace A. McCoy, Latin. ’03. was chosen to lead the 190 2 eleven. Last year he played at left guard, and this year at right tackle has ablv filled Whitaker’s shoes, lie began his football career as substitute end in 99. In 1900 he was placed at left guard, where his size and aggressiveness greatly strengthened that side of the line. This year he has held his own against some of the best men in interscholastic foot- ball. and as an all-round player has nearly ap- proached the record of his stocky captain. He is six feet in height, and in football costume weighs about 17«� pounds. Other than his ability as a player, he has qualities that will, without doubt, make him a fit leader for a champion team in 1902. _____________________________________ Basket Ball. At Bacon hall on Wednesday, December 11, the Quindonian Club defeated a picked team from the English High School. The game was close and exciting throughout, and held the interest of a large audience to the close. For the Quindonians, Story, Peters, and Collins put up star games, while Russ and Higgins did the best work for High School. The line-up:— QUINDONIAN. HIGH SCHOOL. Story, r.f...........................l.g.. Lamont Peters (Capt.), c.............c., Pritchard (Smith) Shaw (Wyman), l.f............r.g., Higgins (Yorke) Liscomb 'Shaw), r.g....................l.f., Russ Collins, l.g ........................r.f.. Fallon Score—Quindonian. 26; E. H. S., 21. Goals—Story, (j; Russ. 4: Peters, 2; Wyman, 1: Fallon. 1: Smith. 1; Hig- gins. 1. Goals from fouls—Story, 2. Referee—Peabody, B. E. H. S. Timer—Soule. Time—20 min. halves. TH32 COMPLETE AND THOROUGH Commercial anb Stenographic COURSES OF STUDY. EXPERIENCED TEACHERS, PUPILS BOTH SEXES. Employment Department Most Efficient Known, Prospectus free by post. Registration in person or by letter. No canvassers employed. Address, HERMON E. HIBBARD, 6o8 Washington Street. THE STERLING SHOE, $2.50 FOR MEN AND BOYS. ALL THE LATEST STYLES. ALL KINDS OF LEATHERS. 13 WATER STREET, PA CTAM 78 HANOVER STREET. 14 SPRING LANE, I Ul . 97 SUH TER STREET. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR o Upon the resignation of Mr. DeAlmeida as coach of the football team. Mr. Story, Harvard '03, kindly consented to take the team in hand. He is a graduate of the Latin School, and his experience as I. PRANK STORY. a player has extended over a number of years. He was one of the fastest ends, if not the fastest, Somer- ville High School ever produced. He played on the championship school teams of '97 and '98. and on his Freshman team at I larvard until a blow on the head incapacitated him for an active part in foot- ball. In baseball he covered third in a faultless manner for the teams of '97 and '98. At Harvard he made his Freshman team, and last year played on the 'varsitv until stricken with typhoid fever. Starting in to coach at the first of November, and meeting from the first day the hardest kind of hard luck, he has turned out a team of which any high school might well be proud. Larason Hubbard MANUFACTURERS OF Lamson Hubbard Fall Style, 1901 Fine Silk Hais Stiff Hats Soft Hats Ladies' Furs 90 to 94 Bedford St. ( OK. KINGSTON. 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Athletics, ........ The Lost Letter, by A. D., L., 03, 78 79 Si 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 9« 92 93 94 95 97 98 FOOTBALL CROUP- 1901. SOMERVILLE LATIN AND HIGH SCHOOLS VOL. XI. SOMI5RVII.I.K, MASSACHl The Radiator is published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year, and 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 mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign full name (this is for reference only). Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. Manuscript must be accompanied by necessary postage to insure its return. Terms, 75 Cents per Year Single Copies, 10 Cents SOMERVILLE JOURNAL PRINT EDITOR - IN-CHIEF, LAURENCE T. CAIN, L. II. S.. 1902. ASSOCIATI: EDITOR. FLORENCE L. BEMIS, K. H. S., 1002. SPORTING EDITOR. EDWARD S. FRENCH, L. H. S., 1902. MIXkVkEN HU NDR EI AN D TWO at last! Once more the great wheel of Time has fin- ished its revolution, and started again on its endless course. Nineteen hundred and two, Seniors, and just six months before you. Six months, and you will have said Good-by to your first alma mater forever. And where shall we he when the next new year dawns? Ah ! that is a question. Some of us will have entered higher institutions of learning, and will be looking forward to years more of student life, but the greater part of us will be embarked on our voyage in the great world, the hard, practical world. No more we shall enjoy the careless, easy sETi's, January, 1902. No. 4. EXCHANGE EDITOR. ALICE BURT BERRY L. II. S.. 1902. BUSINESS HANAGER. H. DELANO LORING, K. H. S., 1902. ASSISTANT BUSINESS .TANAGER, CHARLES E. NICHOLS, L. II. S., 1903. TREASURER. F. KEELER RICE, K. II. S., 1902. STAFF ARTIST, PERCY H. UNDERHILL, K. II. S., 1902. CLASS EDITORS. LATIN SCHOOL. HERBERT E. FLEISCHNER, 1902. EDWIN I . FITZGERALD, 1903. RICHARD D. BELL. 1904. ARTHUR T. SOULE, 1905. ENGLISH SCHOOL. RALPH D. CLEVERLY, 1902. JAMES A. McCOY, 1903. GIRARD C. BEAN, 1904. HAROLD CURRIER, 1905. life we have known these last four years. We shall have a duty to perform—to earn our bread. So. Seniors, make the most of these last six months, so that when you have bidden farewell forever to Som- erville High School, von will have the satisfaction of knowing that for six months, at least, you did vour duty. r. •� k )MK enterprising musicians in the High Schools have organized a school orchestra, and per- formers on all instruments are invited to join. Camera Club, Debating Club, Literary Club, or- chestra—O, what next? 80 Somerville high school radiator JJOW many of your New Year resolutions have you broken? X X X X E have in preparation for next month’s Radiator, which makes its appearance a few days before Washington’s Birthday, a description of Mt. Vernon by a student who has recently paid a visit to the home of our immortal father of his country. X X X X J UDYARD KILLING’S latest effusion, entitled “The Islanders,” certainly appears to have stirred up the English people, though hardly in the manner he expected. We fear that Rudyard is on the decline both in literary output and in i opularity. His present style of writing is not of the enduring kind. X X X X IN the death of Elbridge S. Brooks, Somerville has lost one of the most popular of her literary men. During his residence of fifteen years in Somerville, many of his best books were written. Mr. Brooks confined himself chiefly to juvenile literature, and many a boy will feel he has lost a personal friend in the death of this talented author. X X X X JT is with the greatest pleasure that we learn that Mr. Austin M. Works, of the class of 01, has just passed the crisis of a serious case of pneumonia, and is now on the road to recovery. We recollect that, during his course at the Latin School. Mr. Works wrote some of the most interesting articles that have ever appeared in the Radiator. X X X X UISS MABEL E. BOWMAN has kindly con- tributed to this number of the Radiator a most interesting account of our National Zoo at Washington. We doubt if there are a great many students who even knew of the existence of this unique government institution, and from this article the uninformed may derive some useful information. X X X X E wish to congratulate Mr. Hadley for his excel- lent selection of our new music readers. Their appearance is so pleasing to the eye and their contents so delightful to the ear that, did we at- tempt to describe them, we must needs commit the grave fault of hyperbole. Sufficient to say that they fully justify our highest expectations, and for six months we shall have the pleasure of singing en- tirely new music. And, by the way, we notice that the first piece in the book is composed by Mr. Henry K. Hadley. yyi: are pleased to present to our readers this month, as a frontispiece, a cut of the football team. x X X X yy E have received a few anonymous stories (doubtless from Freshmen), which are simply bursting with love of the most fervid kind. We suppose that these young authors have experienced tiiose fitful sensations, about which they write; but we fear it is hardly the true and lasting kind of love, and therefore we refrain from publishing their effu- sions. X X X X J ASKET BALL appears to have risen almost to a footing with the other athletic sports. Be- sides the ’varsity team, we understand that a team from every class has been organized, the class win- ning the most games to be awarded a cup by the Athletic Association. Here’s hoping that each class will stand behind its team, and may the best men win! X X X X yyi. wish it distinctly understod that, in order to have their manuscript published, contributors must comply strictly with the regulations governing the same. Anonymous contributions will receive no attention. Of course it is not necessary that the name of the contributor should be published.—a nom dc plume of any kind may be used.—but we must have the full name for reference. X X X X DEBATING CLUB, open to all classes, has re- cently been organized in the English High School, and appears to have taken a firm root. This club has the hearty endorsement of all the teachers, and certainly we may add of the Radiator. We believe there is nothing that tends to develop the mind, sharpen the wits, and increase the vocabulary like frequent debating. A great athlete may receive far greater praise and honor while in school, but the man who can argue a question and win his point is the one who will make the greater success in the world. We do not wish to decry athletics in the least, but there are other things more important than athletics. Which do you think will accom- plish more in after life, a great body or a great mind? But we stray from our subject. This de- bating club should be encouraged; all ye who have aspirations to become a Daniel Webster or a Ben Butler, join this organization, and do all in your power to further its advancement. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 81 OUR NATIONAL ZOO. By cMabel E. cBo wman. S wc turned into the high gateway of the National Zoological Park just outside the city of Washington, our old negro cabby turned on his box to say reassuringly, Don you be skecrcd if the boss runs away in yore. All do bosses mostly does when dey smells dose wild animals. Wc began to watch with even more interest than before for the first sign of dese wild animals which wc had come to see. The great park stretched out ahead of us. reveal- ing broad acres of rolling green meadows, beautiful hills and valleys, rugged, rocky cliffs, the distant gleam of sunlit waters, and, encircling all. the pri- meval forest. A wild, picturesque region, as ex- tensive as our own Middlesex bells, and much like it in character, is this tract of H 7 acres along the banks of the brawling little Rock Creek. So de- lighted were we with the views on every side of wood, and vale, and stream that we had almost for- gotten the driver’s warning, and the presence of the wild creatures that made it necessary. Sud- denly the meek old cab-horse began to show an in- terest in his surroundings. li heretofore he had seemed indifferent to the world, he was very much alive now. That keen sense that warns a horse of the presence of a wild anipial long before he can see it told this city-bred horse that some danger, new to him. was near. His nervous look about showed him several moving objects on the edge of the wood. His pricked-up ears caught the distant roar of a mountain lion, and the playful growls of the black bears. Enough for him—this was clearly a place of unknown perils. He showed unmistak- able signs of backing out of the expedition in the most literal sense. So we. who were more eager than was he to have a nearer view of the inhabitants of this wilderness, hastily descended. As the frightened old steed wheeled and dashed off toward the gate in a sprawling gallop, our negro friend called back over his shoulder that he would be a waitin’ back vere.” Seldom can horses be made to go any nearer than that to the wild animals in the park. As we walked on. we did not wonder at their fear, for on all sides were animals apparently wandering at will, with no barrier but the outer wall of the park. The fencing used is of the invisible kind, which does not intrude itself on the observer. It is made of round, some- what elastic steel wire, so strongly woven that the most powerful buffalo cannot break through. The wide stretches of field atid wood are unbroken by its lines, and the effect is. as nearly as possible, that of animals seen in the open. Since it some- times happened that a deer, in a frightened rush along the invisible boundary, dashed against the other fence which met it at right angles, and was injured, curved corners were substituted. The charm of this park is that it seems not at all like a zoo,” as we usually think of one. but like the natural home of the wild creatures which we see living there. Heretofore zoological collections have been of three kinds. There have been many menageries, both traveling and stationary, where the forlorn animals live cooped up in narrow cages in stuffy houses. Then there were the ordinary zoological gardens, as the famous one in Centra! Park, New York, where a few acres of ground were closely packed with pens, just large enough for the wild creatures to lead a cramped, unnatural exist- ence for the short time before they should sicken and die. The keepers reckoned that an animal would live for three years in these old-fashioned zoos. In that time many of the animals became really insane and very dangerous to their keepers. Eor. just as human beings suffer in confinement from want of mental occupation and interests, even more than from lack of physical exercise and fresh air, so these captive creatures, accustomed to a free, unrestrained life on the open plains, or in the vast forests, suffer mentally as well as physically. If you have ever watched a caged wild animal pac- ing steadily to and fro along his cage front, stop- ping only to glare savagely out at the observers with fierce, unhappy eves, you can realize how cruel and unnatural is this kind of life. Even the ele- phants. who do not have to be closely confined, try to make the monotonous hours pass more swiftly by tossing the straw of their little yards back and forth, back and forth. So all prisoners try to in- vent occupations to keep themselves from being crazed bv the terrible monotony of having nothing to do. nothing new to see. As people began to study animals and under- stand that, after all. they are not so very different from human beings, there were instituted more ex- tensive game parks. where certain varieties of animals were allowed to wander at will, within fixed bounds. I bis was a great improvement, and its success in keeping the animals alive and content led to the idea of a “zoo, where each kind of ani- mal should have, as nearly as possible, its own natural environment, and live its own natural life. It was not until the year 1887 that such a park was really started. For some years before that thoughtful people who knew something of our na- tive animals began to be troubled by their rapid disappearance. The buffaloes, for instance, which used to roam in such vast herds over our Western prairies, were being rapidly exterminated. So with the deer, antelope, and many fur-bearing ani- mals. It would never do. said these wiser and more far-seeing folk, for the country to allow all its native animals, fast becoming too rare, to be ut- terly lost. They arc too valuable to scientists, to artists, to zoologists, to say nothing of the multi- tudes of people who love animals for the pure pleasure of watching them, and studying their ways 82 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR and manner of life. Then every year the govern- ment at Washington received from the far West, or North, or South a gift of some rare and perfect specimen of native animal, for which it had no place, and so had to return, give away to some ••One old fellow . . . only blinked a lazy eye at the camera. private collection, or, worse yet. have killed and stuffed. It was on account of this state of things that Mr. Langley, the newly-appointed secretary of the Natural History Museum in Washington, in 1887 brought before congress a bill proposing to pur- chase a large tract of beautiful, wild country near Washington to form a city of refuge” for these fast-vanishing races. It was to be a real home for the wild creatures, as much like their natural haunts as was possible and safe—a place where they could live their lives protected and happy. We had read all this before driving out that sunny day to visit our National Zoo, so we were prepared to feel proud of our possessions. To the left of the gate, as we entered, lay the deer paddock, a gently-rolling park, pleasantly diversified by streams and forests. Over this very hillside the wild Virginia deer must often have wandered long before our government sat at Washington. Now the herds of white-tail deer, black-tail elk. and moose live here as much at home as if on their na- tive ranges. We tried to get near enough to get a snapshot at the herd, but as we approached the invisible fence, they stood tense for an instant at attention,” just as they would in the forest if dan- ger threatened, then sprang away into the denser cover of the trees, where they went on feeding un- concernedly. Just across the road from the deer park lies the antelope range, a more open plain, where a large herd of antelope were feeding in the picturesque attitudes they assume in their native wilds. From the road we could not see the fence, so the whole effect was as if we were looking at a wild herd, sur- prised on the prairie. Wandering about among the grazing antelope, now gleaming in the sun, now hidden by the trees, were the gorgeous peacocks, with their jeweled tails spread. They looked as proud as if they, not the four-footed creatures, owned this particular spot. The buffaloes, on their little rolling prairie near by. were more accommodating subjects for our cameras. ()ne old fellow lay close to the fence, and only blinked a lazy eye at the camera thrust through the wire not a yard away. One would not have thought him the fellow who had fought a fierce battle with the old leader of the herd a month or so before. For occasionally these placid look- ing creatures rouse themselves for a battle royal, or dash madly off across their range, as if they again fell the prairie beneath their feet. For the restless, roving bears there is a park, with numerous cliffs and rocky caves, and trees upon which they can climb as much as they like. They persisted, however, in keeping out of our sight that day. Further on. near the centre of the park, is the fascinating little colony of the coons. In the mid- dle stands a great tree, whose wide-spreading branches have always been a favorite resort of the furry creatures who have it now for their home. The tree looked as if it were laden with round, fuzzy fruit. At the foot was a large, hollow log. which served as the coons’ bedroom in stormy weather. A shaded stream, with deep pools, tan through the coon village. There on the banks were several fat little fellows washing their food, which they held between their wee forepaws, and dabbled in the clear water like tiny old washer- women. They showed how the creatures cling to the habits of their wild life, for as a coon gets its liv- SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 83 inj? Irom the nuid of streams, fish, frogs, mussels, and the like, he must always wash off the mud be- fore he can eat his food. No matter, then, how clean the food may be that is served him here, Mr. Coon must needs wash it thoroughly for himself. We left the queer little chaps with regret, for they were as tame and as friendly as possible, and came close to the fence to he fed. The next settlement, a rocky hillside, slightly wooded, was. however, even more picturesque, for here the mountain sheep and its kinsfolk wandered over these miniature Rocky mountains. Running through one corner of this little world was a deep, thicklv-shaded brook, where lived the beavers, sur- rounded by ideal beaver conditions. Here they could construct their ingenious dams and huts as easily as in the heart of the Northern woods. Charming as were these little citizens, it was the old ostrich who furnished us the greatest amuse- ment. As we came close to his sandy plain, he came waltzing—yes, really, it looked exactly like waltzing—down to the fence to meet us, his mouth opening and shutting in a good-natured grin of wel- come. We snapped his photograph on the spot, and he hastened to thrust his bill through the wire to investigate. Then he went prancing along the whole length of his fence to escort us on our way. 1 have since read that ostriches frequently amuse themselves by dancing about in wide circles, as if waltzing. I do not believe anything could have in- duced this sociable bird to hide his head in the sand. He was too fond of company. The most cheerful and brilliant scene of all is the large pond where the water fowl congregate. In the days before this region was taken for a park, it was a favorite gathering place for the various wild fowl. So now. by clipping the wings slightly, they are persuaded to make it their permanent home. Here they live their happy natural lives be- fore our eyes, sheltered, fed, and protected by Uncle Sam’s care. '1 lie birds of prey arc not so contented in captivity. 1 hey looked wild and unhappy, in spite of the large, airy cages, which gave them plenty of room for living about. Just before we left the park, by the opposite gate from which we had entered, we passed the abode of the wolves. The lean, hungry-looking beasts were slinking about as if they wished to escape from the sight of men, whose enemies they had always been. Although there was a fine collection of them here, all the different varieties, odd, and interesting to see, yet they looked too cruel and sly to prove very attractive. They seemed happy and harmless enough, however, in their present surroundings. Some of them were playing together, rolling over and over, biting and growling, like good-natured puppies, i thought of the little story Ernest Seton- Thompson tells somewhere of these same wolves in the National Zoo. How lie went one beautiful moonlight evening, and, sitting near the wolf park, gave the long, weird, hunting cry of the wolf pack. Then he waited to see whether these captives would remember the cry of their freedom. Soon the bark of a coyote replied. Then an old wolf came slowly out from the shadow, and raised his muzzle to the sky for a long-drawn howl. This started the whole pack, who gathered about their leader, each one singing the harsh hunting song, till the grim chorus swelled over the hills, away to the near-by city. Then the clamor died away, and the wolves slunk back to their caves as if sad at heart to remember that their hunting days were over. We left the wolves at their play, and passed the monkeys practicing their comical tricks in the tall trees near the gate. As we went from this unique community, with its various busy inhabitants, we realized that this National Zoological Park was but another illustration of our national principle, that every one. man or beast, shall have the right to his individual life of. at least, comparative freedom. ----------------------------------- The High School Orchestra. novel departure has lately been made in the high schools by the organization of a high school orchestra. It is expected that eventually all the members of this body will be high school students, although at present it is assisted by a few semi- profcssionals. The members are May Sargent. I... violin: Arthur Colully, E.. violin: Elisabeth Ep- stein. I... violin: Minot Brown, violin; Harry Weston, cornet: Walter Bert. E., cornet; A. J. Smith, cornet: George Tracy, trombone: Klin O. Bcngtson. E., piano: and H. L. Clifford (leader), violin. High school students who can perform on any instrument are cordially invited to join the or- ganization. Applications for admission may be sent to Miss Elin O. Bcngtson, 30 Gibbcns street, or Mr. A. L. Clifford. 2? Appleton street. West Somerville. Due notice of rehearsals will be posted every week on all the bulletin boards. 84 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR THE MASTERPIECE. By C. Shenvood Ricker, L., '04. H ROUGH OUT the warm day. one of the last in August, Pierre I)e Lome had been busily finishing an autumn scene for the Castanier Art Club, of Paris. As the darkness began to fall, and his little clock on the mantel marked the hour of eight, he wandered forth from his dwelling rather aimlessly. He traversed the Latin quarter, and reached dignified Paris. Life in Paris had been dismal: but since his parents death realizing that to foster his talent for art was his only hope of sustenance in this selfish world, he turned to the Mecca of artists—Paris, and there had lived a humble life for two years Several people of standing had observed unusual talent in this young man, scarcely twenty-four, and had in many ways helped him. His chief bene- ficiary. Marquis Louis Joubcrt, during a long spell of sickness had paid every expense, and had moved him to his home for several weeks. Much he owed in every way to this kind old man. The Mar- quis was a great patron of art. and, having no other pressing duties, made it his hobby, during his latter years, to seek out the striving neophytes and help them. No sooner had Pierre arrived, and finished his first work, a little spring water-color, than the old man saw a hidden something in the picture that was striving to show itself—something all others had lacked—life, an expression of the soul, and air, as was the old gentleman’s favorite phrase. It was of these things Pierre was thinking as he walked along, his hands in his pockets, his head hanging down: he looked sad ; he was sad. The thoughts that ran in his mind were of an ambitious nature: but his chances were narrow, almost hopeless, he thought. He compared his condi- tion to that of his benefactor, and felt more keenly that he stood on the brink of poverty:—a precipice that would dash all his hopes of fame and art to naught. He sighed: ’twas the sigh from the innermost depths of his soul. He was roused from his tnusings by a peal of thunder. The sky was fast taking on a black hue, and the frequent flashes of light- ning quickened his steps homeward. He had just entered the Rue d Albcn. when a carriage, making a rather sharp turn of the road, ran over a little newsboy with his last Figaro. The carriage stopped. At the cry of the little fellow. Pierre turned. The drops of rain began to fall fast. From the carriage he thought he saw a woman tep. and bend over the prostrate form of the news- boy. Pierre turned and hurried toward them. When scarcely twenty feet away, there was a bright flash from the skies, the whole vicinity was illum- ined by an unnatural light. Before him, near the curbing, stood the young lady, with the boy in her arms. Now, as he viewed him, he seemed scarcely graduated from babyhood; the curls, light and slightly dishevelled, hung over the white, sweet face ; he seemed asleep. But it was not the boy alone who occupied his attention : it was the woman. Never, lie thought, had he seen such beauty : no. it was beyond beauty. A pathetic sweetness walked hand in hand with a pensive graciousness. Her face was pale; but it doubled that lovable look that he saw in the eyes, now moistened with tears. The flash was of short duration, its consequences through space of no harm: but the effect on Pierre could not have been greater if it had struck him. A thrill passed over him. lie seemed changed; into him had been jxnired the elixir of life. He fancied he reeled a second—then rushed to the help of this woman, who seemed an angel from heaven. Her dress told him she was an American, and he hastily addressed her in English. Is the child seriously hurt? he asked, drawing near: is there anything I could possibly do? Let me hold him: he is too heavy for you.’ No.” she protested in a quivering voice that again sent a thrill through Pierre. You must, he repeated, reaching out his arms and taking the little fellow partly by force from her. Monsieur, do be careful of that leg. she said, in a voice that would have melted a heart of stone; do be careful. It seems shattered. See how it hangs—limp.” She covered her eyes and brushed away a tear. Please place him in the carriage. Monsieur. she requested, regaining herself. This, without a word, Pierre did. then, stepping back, helped her in. She turned and thanked him. What she said he didn't know; it was the voice he heard. She gave him a gloved hand, and then turned to the boy. Pierre mechanically shut the door—the carriage galloped away. How long he stood there in that spot is a matter we are unable to chronicle: how- ever. it was only the approach of a team, as it turned the corner, that woke him from his reverie. He hurriedly continued his steps homeward. That face, voice, and hand seemed a strange chaos in his mind, which sent the blood tingling through his veins. For days after that scene there flitted before the eye of his memory, the lightning flash, that face, the little curly-haired fellow in her arms, the eves that overflowed with a sad. sweet love, ex- pressed only by a glistening tear. The Marquis dropped in late one afternoon in November to congratulate Pierre on his autumn scene that had won him the first prize at the club. I lalf draped with a green cloth, but not enough to obscure what lay behind it. was a large canvas. ha! muttered the Marquis, half aloud, a bird’s eye view; some grand amphitheatre effect, my boy—is it?” “Neither,” he answered. I’ll tell you about it when it's finished.” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR The old man pulled the covering off. The back- ground had just been outlined—night scene—dark clouds—damp streets—barren houses. “What morbid scene do you expect to portray here in this uncanny spot, my boy? he inquired, half to himself. You guess wrong. he laughingly answered; “it is the most sunshiny scene that was ever placed on canvas. A divinity will be the central figure—an angel of Christmas, with a babe in her arms, quietly sleeping, will lighten this picture.” “Tell me. mv dear boy. whatever put such a thought into your head—wherever did such mate- rial appear front? Tell me all about it; what spirits are you in converse with?” “Ah. that night I heard sweet music, in the voice of one that I hear still: 'twas she—her spirit—that hovers over this painting: it will be my crowning effort, or complete failure.” There was an earnestness in his speech as lie an- swered the Marquis’ question. The old man saw a happiness in his eyes ; his cheeks were flushed. “You speak in riddles, my boy.” I shall speak about it no more till it’s finished.” he replied. With that the subject dropped. Day after day, with feverish excitement, he worked on what he himself called his masterpiece. The divinity took form. The lightning flash he portrayed with intuitive exactness; the bright- ness seemed to have a vivid effect on the scene. The boy in her arms, the limp leg held in position !� v her hand, the upturned face encircled in curls, the anguish, love, and pity in the eyes of the woman were exquisite. At each touch of the brush the canvas scented to take on life. “She has a soul,” he murmured. As Pierre gazed and lightly touched the canvas with the life-giving brush, he lost all consciousness of the studio. He was in the street: it was a re- enactment of that memorable night. The touches of the brush grew faster and lighter; the canvas seemed to dissolve in the gathering darkness of the 80 room: it seemed the beautiful woman herself that rose before him. A few more touches—ah! the spell was broken. The old Marquis had entered the studio. Evelyn!” he cried. She told us. Poor fellow! He looked the same when she brought him home. She saved the poor child's life. But. my boy, it’s superb, it’s life. I thought it was Evelyn herself. It’s grand, my boy,—a triumph of genius. It shall make a name for you; it shall adorn the galleries. Xo,” Pierre interrupted, “it shall never leave here, unless---- Unless what?” the old man asked. “Unless she—‘Evelyn’—has it.” It shall be as you sav—hers, the Marquis an- swered. and you shall give it. Pierre sank into a chair. It must be a dream. Could this happiness really be so? Was he again to see that heavenly face? Was lie to hear that voice again? He rose and grasped the hand of the man who had done so much for him. You have brought happiness to my soul, he said in an ecstacy of joy. Boy. said the Marquis, “cover that carefully, and we will transfer it to-night to my house—it shall not be entrusted to other hands.” So it went to the Marquis' house under cover of darkness. There, Pierre remained that night. Xcw Year’s broke never before on a happier man. The breakfast room was draped in holiday colors, but its grandeur lay in a painting that occupied a large share of one wall. Evelyn Littlyton passed in memory that night when she saw it. Seeing the young man who had helped her. she stepped for- ward with outstretched hands to Pierre. It was you. an artist—a genius—that was my helper.” In the library that forenoon he told her how he came to paint the scene. The Marquis pulled the curtains aside and gazed at the two. They were engrossed in their conversation : neither observed the interruption. He smiled. They’re worthy of each other, he said to himself, and slipped noise- lessly back to the masterpiece. 3 .e “Sorest RvooV.. S. E., L. School. In the thick wood where shadows lie. Forever, dark and deep, A little brook goes stealing by In silence and asleep. And mossy rocks its course defy, But cannot check its sweep. Above it droop, all green with leaves. The bushes, bending low. And on its breast it oft receives A dead leaf falling slow. Then all the mighty forest grieves. And all the trees cry Woe!” They cannot sec, or hear, or know. Whither that brooklet still Shall bear their comrade in its flow Adown the unseen hill. They grieve to see their comrade go. And know not whose the will (). trees and forest, grieve no more. For through a pleasant vale The brooklet leads your friend of yore. And by a sunny trail. The shadows of the wood passed o’er, The smiling meadows hail! SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 86 ABE BISBY DISCOURSES. Florence L. Bemis, L., 02. OU see, Gil Sanders wuz horn ‘n brought up in th’ same town I wuz. lie wuz tli’ dogburndest lazy feller in tli’ hull county, but his head wuz as full o' crazy notions as a toy shop. He wuz alluz concoctin' some queer machine to lessen menial labor, he said, but I ’lowed 'twas to keep in th’ workshop way frum his oP woman. Didn’t she hev a tongue, though! Why, Parson Simms went down to their farm one day, n thet woman actchally talked so long—well. I wuz agoin' ter tel you ’bout Gil. Where wuz I? Oh, yes! lie wuz a great pusson fur inventin’. All the time inventin’ sunthiiv. Once he tried to git a portent on a machine fur lavin' fifty cobblestones a minit. But th' alfircd conglomeration made sicli a rumpus thet all the animals run like mad. Why, Deac’n Goodman’s poultry beat so agin’ the win- dows tryitP ter git inter th’ house thet they broke seventeen panes uv glass, ’n Neighbor Boynton’s cow run inter th’ woods so far—Wall, anyhow, Gil never cud bring cnything to the payin’ pint. Howsomcver, one day Gil went to th’ circus. My! It was fine, now 1 tell you. with all th’ bosses, ’n dorgs, 'n clowns, 'n girls—my stars, the girls with nice fluffy dresses all covered with leetle sparkles, jumpin’ round on th' bosses jess like mus- quitoes. Wall, as 1 wuz savin’, after th’ show we all went outside o' th' tent, 'n there wuz the dog- burndest big bulloon you ever see. A man wuz shoutin’ 'n hollerin’ thet eny pusson cud go up in th’ thing fur a dime. We all wanted ter try it, but we wuz mighty skeered, after readin’ ’bout Andry. now I tell yew. I guess tli’ man heerd what we wuz savin', fur he told us then thet we cud come right down agin', ’cause th’ bulloon wuz fastened to a stake by a long rope. Gil went clos’ up to th’ tiling, 'n looked it all over, 'n finely guv tli’ man a dime n got in. Some th’ others thought they’d try it. too, ’n when the basket wuz full, off they went. Didn’t they go up. though, ’n didn’t thet bulloon look little! Wall, when they got their dime’s worth, down they cum, all on 'em talkin' et once. Gil wuz jess tickled. He spent every cent goin’ up 'n down in thet thing, lookin’ et th’ ropes, 'n sandbags, n asking the man lots o' queer ques- tions 'bout inflatin’ ” 'n sicli like. While th’ crowd of us wuz goin’ hum in tli' hay-rick, Gil never spoke a word. I ’lowed he lied another scheme we’d hear ’bout soon enough, 'n sure’s chickens I wuz right. You see, it happened this way:— Gil got his mind sot on makin’ a bulloon uv his own. ’Course lie didn’t hev silk fur th’ top, ’cause twas too expensive, so he took a hull lot uv sheets 'n lied his ol' woman sew ’em together. The lower part wuz made of a corn basket, fastened ter the top with big ropes, lie packed th’ hull thing in tli’ cellar fur a spell, so’t th’ neighbors wouldn’t know about it. Wall, in 'bout a month all wuz ready, but lie sec ‘twas pesky risky bizness. so down he went to Squire Stith’s to purvidc fur his oP woman if he never cum hum agin'. ’Course he lied ter tell Squire Stith all ’bout it. an', what do you think, he wanted ter go, too. Wall, Gil 'lowed he cud put n anutlier corn basket, ’n so ’twas agreed thet tli’ squire sluul be ready early next mornin . ()n thet perspishus day, long afore tli’ sun wuz up, Gil lied fetched th thing inter the yard, ’n lied her hitched ter the w« od shed. Took ’em 'bout an hour ter build fires, 'n get gas up, ‘n get ridy gener’lly But finally there she wuz, tuggin' et th' ropes, 'n pullin' 'n haulin' at the post. Gil got inter tli' upper basket, ’n told th’ squire to get in t'other 'n onfasten tli' rope. But instid o’ doin’ thet, he started to onfasten th’ rope first. He got one knot untied, 'n lied a tight grip on tli' rope to pull away tli' second, when Gil hollered: Jump in, quick !” I lie words hedn’t started to leave his lips before a gust of wind took the top of tli bulloon, ’n the hull consarned thing shot up like a feather. The squire hedn't let up his hold on tli' rope, so off he went, dangling in tli’ air like the pendulum of a clock. At first he wuz too skeered to know what to do except ter hang on. As soon as twas stidy enuff, Gil looked over the side of the basket n told him ter clime up. If you measured Squire Stitli by nat'ral perportion, I'd say he dim sidwise, but. 'lowing lie dim upwise, he made a purty bad job uv it. When he got ter the edge uv th’ basket, he cudn't git his laig over nohow. He squirmed, lie twisted, he swore, but no use. Wall, after a spell Gil took th’ end uv a loose rope ’n made a loop ’n dropped it down. He slid it under the squire’s foot, 'n then pulled with all his might. TIP ol' man screamed 'n hollered, but fin- all v landed safe in tli' basket. Then Gil began to wonder where he were. He looked over th’ side uv tIP basket n see they’d drifted back uv th’ village over tIP ole swamp. Squire Stith wuz purty fright- ened. He hollered up :— Say. Gil. guess we’d better be goin’ down 'bout now.” What’s your hurry?” sez Gil kinder offhand like, though he wuz mighty skeered, too. Somehow I feel’s if I ought to go down, fur my family 'd be mighty ticklish if they knew where I be,” sez the squire. Oh!” sez Gil, guess your family’s safer’tt you be.” Thunder and guns!” sez the squire, “aren’t we ever coinin' down? Be this a plan to rob me of my family, my happiness? and then he went off inter a crazy fit of cryin’ ’n swearin’. Reckon I do know more ’bout the ascenshun than the dcscenshun,” sez Gil. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 87 Jess then there wuz a great noise abuv their heads, kinder like sunthin’ tearin’, only lots louder. Th’ bnlloon begun tew drop like a rock, ’n the squire yelled:— The river—we are goiti' inter th' river.” Wall, Gil sez he wuz purty skeered, but yet he hoped ter git a strong undergust o’ wind, so tci drop them kinder gentle like. Purty soon it did come, ’n they went along sidewise fur a spell, until they wuz right up ter th' village. They wuz sailin' along kinder easy like, when Gil saw the church steeple straight ahead, lie thought they’d clear it all right, but thur he wuz wrong, fur it tipped th’ lower basket jest as nice as ken be. 'n out went poor Stith. Th’ bulloon went up a little when he got out. ’n th’ last Gil saw uv him he wuz rollin' down th’ roof, trvin’ ter grab th' shingles. By this time th' villagers hed seen th’ thing, 'n were talkin' in groups along th' road, 'n were starin' up at Gil packed intei th corn basket so’t his knees cut off the view. Why, you know Walt Corners—we called him “Corns iur short, n he wuz the worst boy 'n th’ village—wall, he wuz coinin' across th' foot-bridge over Simpson’s brook, ’ii he hcerd all the rumpus, ’n see everybuddv lookin’ up. so he tried ter look. tew. Wall, sir, lie lost his footin’, 'n over he went backwards—the vil- lagers wuzn't troubled with “Corns cny more. No—he cudn't swim a stroke. But about Gil. The gas wuz purty near gone ’n the bulloon kept goin’ lower ’n lower, ’til it wuz about house high. He calc’lated to grab holt uv a chimney, get out uv th’ basket, ’n slide down the long, low roof. Wall, he got purty clos’ up ter Nanny Mayberry’s, ’n hed his arms all ready to ketch holt uv th’ chimney, when—bang! went th' thing agin' th' spout, ’n Gil felt himself slidin’ down kinder monkey fashion. Next thing he knew he wuz flounderin’ Votin' in unknown depths uv water. 'I li’ duck pond ’n th’ river cum before his mind, but purty soon he cum ter th’ top, ’n sec he wuz stand- ing in Nanny’s rain barrl. Wall, you shud jest a seen him. The people wuz all a-starin’, ‘n he wuz so rattled thet he jes’ stood tliar ’n sputtered ’n coughed. Then he begun ter shiver, ’n looked et the people ez ef he expected some one to come ’n get him out. Hut they wuz so taken aback no one moved, so he leant his hull body agin' one side uv th’ barr’l. ’n over it went, leaving Gil layin’ on th’ ground covered with mud n soaked ter th' skin. Some uv th’ fellers begun ter larf. n Gil got up. kinder mad. 1 guess, n went home’s fast s lie cud scoot. I tell you, th' history uv Punkerville begun then. They started a newspaper, so ’s to let everybody know 'bout Gil’s invenshun. Men cum down frum th’ city ter look et th’ thing, ’n the trains were ’bout fifteen minutes late, ’cause th’ engineers n firemen wanted ter stop over 'n look et th’ bulloon. Wall. sir. purty soon down come one uv those re- porters frum Boston, 'n he sot there on a rail fence a hull rainy day a-sketehin' th’ thing. He sed thet wuz the most takin’ thing he hed drawn since they published a pictur’ uv Carrie Nation’s hatchet. 6my By A. B. B., S. I., '02. Here stood the citadel ; Here was the flag flown. Liberty’s emblem. By gentlest zephyrs blown. By wildest storm winds torn. Boldly the folds were thrown. Free and defiant. That was our first flag. Kind were the bright stars High in the heavens. Bravely those thirteen stars, Bright with the crimson bars. Shone back to those above. Boldly triumphant. Now over sea and land, Proud, glorious, and bright. Waves still our banner. Now ’tis a sign of might, Force conquered for the right. Blest flag, with stars bedight, Long live our emblem! 88 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR AFTER MIDAS, EUTERPE. By Ralph D. Clever ley, E.f '02. RRRR—Birr—Brp-Brp. Hello! Yes, that's it—266-3, Main. That you, Sanders? Well— what's that? Sixty-nine, you say? Hold on a minute.” Jerry, how much more Allied Print do we need? A voice from the outer office answered, “Need 2,500 to make 511.” Say, Sanders, buy 5,000 at 69. What's that— falling? Buy all you can gel. Good-by.” Rrrr. With this the compact receiver dropped with a bang upon the desk, and the millionaire settled back in his padded chair, only to bounce out of it again and eye the half dozen tickers which clamored with one another for his attention. Al. Pr., 05; C. II. Q., 78—I- 79; Al. Pr., 63—62—61—55.” The broker reached for the telephone and rang it violently. Hello! No answer, Brrr—brrp —brrj)—brrp went the telephone. Hello! Who is this—Sanders? Well—what's that? Twenty- five thousand? Offer twenty of it for 10. lickety-tick-tick went the tickers—“Al. Pr., 38.” Say. Sanders, buy all the Allied you can get, and shove it out for 30. Corner, did you say? Yes, that's what I'm doing. See? Good-by.” Brrrr. Tick, tick,” again went the tickers— Al. Pr., 38— 39- 40—39—30; Chic. W., 94—Al. Pr., 31— 30—26. Rrrr. Hello, Central, 02. 'Change, please. Hello! Bailey, tell Sanders to hold Al- lied Print. J. Alexander Murton turned from the receiver with a beam of pleasure on his face. For a few moments the dark wrinkles disappeared from his brow. You say. “What is the cause? You who have never handled the ribbons” must be told. For the hundredth time His Nibs.” as he was affec- tionately called on ’Change, had shrunk the mar- ket favorite from a high mark down to shooting price.” Allied Print, Tuesday's favorite at 94, was now on Friday 20. That smile, gentle reader, meant an addition of a paltry $13,600,000 to his al- ready prodigious fortune, and it also showed that the boss was pleased. Wall street at six o’clock P. M. is a very quiet place. All the activity of the street is gone. The day’s winners have gone home, happy. The shorn lambs are gone to drown their sorrow in determination to go back and win, or in drink, per- haps, or, as many have done, in suicide. It is New Year’s eve. and the prospects of a happy year seem few. indeed, when fortunes have been swept away by a master stroke of a master gambler—for what are the brokers of stock if not gamblers? The chilly wind which blows up from the river is, indeed, symbolical of the reception awaiting these lambs” in the New Year. In the street, when money goes, even bosses are nonentities. In His Nibs’ office silence reigned. The chill of the street did not pierce the granite walls, and only the darkness without was suggested within. The lire in the grate was glowing faintly, and through the half-opened door could be heard the faint “tick-tick of the office clock. J. Alexander was asleep in his reclining chair, his feet perched up on the shelf, dangerously near costly bric-a-brac, lie was sleeping, but not resting, for he fidgeted nervously in his chair, his lips moved inarticulately, and his whole manner showed that his dreams dis- turbed him. You may question why this man, so wealthy and influential, should be alone and asleep in his office at supper time. Simply because he was tired, and preferred it to the glaring clubhouse or hotel. J. Alexander Murton, possessor of one of the nation’s largest fortunes, was not as happy as he might have been. True, he owned one of the finest residences in New York, but, beautiful as it was. the wife and daughter who had shared it with him were not there now. Death had come into the home in other years, and sorrow had been mingled with the pleasures of market bossing. His Nibs” had long ago learned to drown his sorrow in the rattle of the tickers. Let ns now look in upon the dream in which this great financier is wrapped. The cares of the mar- ket” are forgotten. 1 le is a youth now, and is bid- ding his parents good-by to go out into the world away from his home. Under his arm is a black case. Its very shape betrays it. It is the family heirloom, an ancient Stradivarius. Even the case seems loath to touch such a gem. He bears it ten- derly. ior he appreciates its double value to him. It is to be a friend to him in later years. He will become a musician, and will stir the soul within his violin. His uncle will hear him and reward him. 'I bis is the realm of his boyish fancy. Now he is in a great city, and a master is commending his skill. What a pleasure it must be to be commended by a master in Berlin, in the fatherland. “Lieb Vaterland, indeed, for one so fortunate. Gaze now at his face, reader, and see that lingering smile. The hand moves involuntarily, as if lie now held the bow. He is now leaving the fatherland on a sailing vessel for America—America, where for- tune awaits him. Hark! What is that music that we hear? Is it not soul-inspired, docs it not show the sorrow of its composer in its weird chords? It is the Cavatina.” and Raff is its composer. Raff, the delight of many a violinist. What wonder is it that the frame of the financier trembles! He is leaving the fatherland, and the “Cavatina” is his comfort. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 89 Now the dreamer and his dream arc interrupted. It is midnight, and the church bells peal out the birth oi a new year. From St. Patrick’s, far up town, the bells ring out the Excelsis.” a fit intro- duction for any year. Nearer, from Trinity, the bells take up the majestic strains, and still nearer, from the spire of St. Paul’s, the same grand chorus is swelled as if by a mighty orchestra under one master hand. J. Alexander Murton, now wholly awake, fum- bles in a dark corner in his private safe and brings out a worn, black case. Tenderly he opens it and tightens the strings. He draws the bow across it ; he has not done this since his daughter died, and the St radi varius” has been forgotten in his busi- ness cares. His dream is still in his mind, and his bow wanders over the strings, summoning out the soul which the great master breathed into its slender body nearly five hundred years ago. The Cava- tina” floats out upon the quiet of the office, softly, sweetly, majestically. A transformation comes over the unhappy millionaire. He is no longer a boss on ’Change,” he is a youth again; it is the realiza- tion of a fond hope. Far from the fatherland, the dearest memory of his youth comes to him. and he is happy. A few days later the evening papers quote Allied Print at 94. They also state that Johann Alex- ander Murton’s New Year’s resolve has been to re- tire and let the market alone.” The struggle goes on without him. but His Nibs will treasure the Stradivarius” and Cavatina” dearer than ever as the New Years are coming and going. TvUoxvevs. By 5. P.t Latin School. Nature had a myriad daughters When the year was young; Light of heart they were, and merry Were the songs they sung; And they roamed the hills and valleys When the year was young. Now there came a mighty wizard To their pleasant land, And a magic wand he carried In his withered hand. So old Winter wrought his witchcraft In their pleasant land. First he cast a sleep upon them; Then within the keep Of his white-walled castle. Winter Bore them in their sleep; And they slumbered there in darkness, Far within the keep. But a knight shall find them sleeping, And shall wake them all; He shall come in youth and gladness To the castle hall. He shall whisper words of magic. And shall wake them all. He shall slay the wicked wizard, Sir knight of the Spring. And shall bear the captive maidens To the hills, to sing. There they all shall sing his praises, Sir knight of the Spring. 90 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR REFLECTED FOLLY. NOT TACTFUL. “Who is the belle to-night?” asked she, As they stood on the ballroom floor; He looked around to see. And she speaks to him no more. When Richard III. he went to school, He always used a trot,” But Dick one day, I grieve to say, This useful book forgot. And when the master called on him, He saw a flunk,” of course, So he did shout those old words out, My kingdom for a horse!” Mr. Walter— I am going to call the new servant girl ‘Thunder.’ ” Mrs. Walter— And why, my dear?” Mr. Walter— She makes such heavy rolls.’ First Scholar— Why is the water at the foot of Niagara Falls green?” Second Scholar—“Because it has just come over.” Papa— Where’s my umbrella? I'm sure i put it in the hall stand with the others last evening. Willie— I guess Mabel’s beau took it when he went home last night.” Mabel—“Why, Willie, the idea! Willie— Well, when he was saying good-night to you I heard him say, Tin going to steal just one.’ ” Tommy (parsing microbe)— Microbe is a com- mon noun, singular number, possessive case-” Teacher—“Possessive case!” Tommy— Yes’m. First person, my crobe; sec- ond person, your crobe ; third person, his crobe—” Teacher— That will do. Tommy.” Hobo Ken— I heard a fellow say onct, “ft ycr tell me what yer eat, I cud tell ver what yer wuz.’ Sleepy Hollow— All right. I live on champagney water, patti dc faws grass, terrapi a la-” Hobo Ken— Dat’s easy—you’re a liar.” My head is bowed and my tears fall fast, The moon is rising, an empty crescent, And I sit with the ghost of a Christmas past— For I haven’t the ghost of a Christmas present. How can you make English butter Irish?” By making it into little Pats.” Oh, the thoughts of old Thanksgiving, Ne’er, ne’er to be forgot! Old memories that were tender, Old turkeys that were not! Do you believe in fate. Pat?” “Sure, an’ plnvat could we stand on without them?” Johnny—“Is a man born in Poland a Pole?” His Father— Yes, my son.” Johnny—“Well, then, is a man born in Holland a Hole?” So you saw some boys fishing on the Sabbath, my young man! Did you do anything to dis- courage them?” Small Boy— Yes, sir, I stole their bait. Mamma— When you die. Tommy, you leave your body behind; only your soul goes to heaven.” Tommy— Why, mamma, what will I button my pants to? “Do you love me?” said the paper bag to the sugar. I’m just wrapped up in you, said the sugar. You sweet thing! murmured the bag. Lover (in French)— Mary, je t’adorc. Mary (who hadn’t studied parlcy-voo)— Shut it yourself, you left it open. Teacher (to dull boy of the class)— Which of the New England states has two capitals?” Boy— New Hampshire.” Teacher— Indeed! Name them.” Boy— Capital N. and capital II.” Visitor— Isn’t your mother afraid, Willie, of catching cold in those slippers? Willie— Hull, I guess you don’t know those slip- pers. Ma uses them to warm the whole family.” Och!” said Pat, I’ll never be able to put on these boots till I’ve worn them a week or two.” “Will some one please chase the cow down this way?” said the funny boarder, who.wanted some milk for his oatmeal. Here, Jane, said the landlady, in a tone that was meant to be crushing, take the cow down where the calf is bawling.” These words a spendthrift once did say, Who had his money spent: Tis better sometimes to be broke. Than always badly bent.” The monkeys, our ancestors, (?) were educated in the higher branches. Pat,” said his young wife. I wish you wouldn't put your knife in your mouth when you eat.” And where would ycz hev me put it, in me eye?” returned Pat in astonishment. Bredcren and Sistcrn,” concluded the Rev. Washington Johnson, I hab demonstrated ab- strusely dat he is not to be propigated by no offer- ing—thefo’ I beg the pusson or pussons who stole yo’ pastor's hog to make no contribution at de cir- culation of de offertory platter.” Note: The collection beat all previous records. Sing a song of touchdown, A pigskin full of air. Two and twenty “sluggers,” With long and matted hair. When the game was open. The sluggers ’gan to fight. Wasn’t that for tender maids An edifying sight? THE SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR YEAR 91 GHOST OF THE OLD By Alice B. Berry, S. L. S'02. T was a cold, stormy night in January. The great cathedral stood silent and forbidding in the deepening twilight, seeming to say to the busy world about it, T am of the past: my be- ing is in my memories. 1 know you not. you hurrying men of modern times. This is your world, in the present, full of strife and con- fusion; mine is in the past, silent and solemn. The party paused under the arched portals, but one glance into the dim aisles of the ancient edifice sent them hurrying homeward with an awesome recollection of the gloom within its dark walls. To one, however, this gloom, far from being repulsive, was attractive with mysterious enticement, lie en- tered. alone and thoughtful, with a feeling of sacred reverence. Sinking into a seat half way up the central aisle of the nave, he was soon lost in mus- ings on the past. The ancient battle flags which once, so long ago, waved proudly above the mail-clad knights, tiding boldly forth to battle, now drooped dismally in the dim twilight, torn and stained by the fray, grimy and faded with age. Rut what a tale they whis- pered of the feudal days of old, of chivalry and war. fair ladies and brave knights, of sieges and assaults, of victories and defeats, of the haughty victor and the gory battlefield. Of all these they told him, and many dreams beside. A sudden glory burst through the silent gloom. The silver radiance of the full moon shone through the eastern window, making a strange little patch of weird, colored light on the faded carpet of the aisle. All the pervading obscurity of the place was dispelled by this beam of celestial light, and in its place was pleasant mystery and vagueness of de- tail. The lofty emblems of the heroes of long ago could be seen more plainly now. The great win- dows seemed to glitter with diamonds, rubies; and emeralds, points of dazzling brightness, enhanced bv the half light, of the interior. Still he mused on the days of old. lie dreamed of bold adventures, of battles, of heroic deeds, and finally of the many thousands of people which this massive pile had known, and of the priests and bishops who had. at different times, swayed the minds of the multitude from the chancel yondci. Outside the hurrying throng moved on, some laughing and gay, some bitterly sorrowing: the old and the young, the wealthy and the poor, the happy and the scornful, all alike hastening on for weal or woe. W ithin he sat alone, silently dreaming in the soft moonlight. Suddenly a strange sensation crept upon him, and his pulses throbbed; he seemed lifted up as by some vast emotion. Something deeply voluminous seemed to press upon his soul, as when the deepest tones given forth by a mighty organ almost oppress one by their volume of sound. An organ! That was it; he knew it now. The air was all in motion with the soft tremulo of that music which he felt with such vivid perception, and yet did not hear. He strained his eyes through the dimness, and. even as he looked, the turret to the right oi the chancel moved slowly around toward the left, leav- ing an open space, through which now came a solemn and shadowy black-robed procession, a priest and his acolytes, scarce seen save as flitting shadows. The air was all pulsing and throbbing now with the unheard music, made richer and fuller by the obscure voices of the unseen choir. His soul was stirred as it had never been before. YVhat would he not give to have known that organist, whose music, even unheard, moved him so. He saw that a shadow occupied the chancel. The rays of the pale moon, risen higher now, struck full upon it. and revealed the white features, gleam- ing above the black robe, though transparent, for through the face could still be seen the darkness of the walls beyond. The hands moved restlessly, and all things upon which they rested were revealed through them. The music had ceased, for the air was still. The bloodless lips moved, the ghastly face in the moon- light was drawn by various emotions. W hen the silent voice sank to a depth where it might be felt, a thrill passed over him. and left him cold as death. Once he felt a murmur rising louder and louder, now dying away and returning, as the sigh of the pines in the forest. It ceased, and those ghostly lips moved once again. The moon has gone behind a cloud. The breath- less darkness is impenetrable. A faint pulsation comes to him, and he strains his every nerve to catch another, but no—Crash ! Bang! Boom ! Ding dong!! The bells peal forth, and the roaring of the artillery resounds throughout the city, re- echoing and reverberating through the massive arches of the old cathedral. The New Year has begun. 92 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR A NEW YEAR’S GIFT. By George Smith, E.f '02. X a Xew Year's Eve not many years ago, while New York society was diligently preparing for the revels of the morrow, Mrs. Rafferty sat mus- ing to herself in her fiat in the East Side. To-morrow's New Year’s. Christmas has just gone by, Christmas without Terence and the chil- dren. Oh, how hard it was! And now to think that I’ve got to go through all the rest of my life without them. O God! why can’t you give them back!” The little woman pulled out a bureau drawer, counted over a few childish playthings, and let fall a tear. Six months before Terence Rafferty, a brick- layer, had been the victim of an accident on a new building. To Mrs. Rafferty this was a heavy blow, but she pluckily set to work as a washerwoman. The next month the twins, little Terence and Mary, were attacked by scarlet fever, and within a week were dead. At this double blow it seemed that Mrs. Rafferty must surely despair, but, though she staggered under it. her courage kept up. When offered a position as housekeeper, she refused to tear herself away from her two rooms in the East Side, holding dear to herself the haunts of her chil- dren. She continued as a washerwoman, and, hav- ing the reputation of being a good laundress, throve well at her business. The widow rose early, as usual, on New Year’s Day. and, lighting a fire, busied herself sweeping and cleaning her rooms and preparing breakfast. 'I'lie table was set. and Mrs. Rafferty sat down to eat. Why, I’ve forgotten the milk.” She started to go out to the corner store to get some, but as she opened the door, she sprang back in astonishment. There before her was a clothes basket carefully covered with a new cotton sheet. Lifting the basket, which seemed rather heavy, she bore it in by the stove, there to examine its con- tents. As she pulled off the sheet, a cry of surprise and astonishment might have been heard. Asleep in the bottom of the basket, carefully wrapped in a heavy blanket, was a curly-haired little child, and pinned to the blanket was a note. The good widow leaned over and kissed the child. Then, with trembling hands she took the note, and read:— New York City, December 31, 189— Mv dear Mrs. Rafferty: I have been seeking a home for my little daughter. I have decided to leave her with you. and sincerely hope she may find in your heart a place near to the twins. I know you will love her and care for her. I trust you will say naught of this to any one. If you are asked who the child is, say she is your brother’s daughter. She is just three years old to- morrow. Her name is Nona. Trusting in your fidelity, I am, Most respectfully yours, R. J. C. The widow was bewildered. Would she keep the child, or would she give it to the police? The man seemed to be honest, but why so stealthy in his methods? She thought of little Terence and Mary, the twins, and O, how she longed for them back again! She looked again at the sleeping child and her mind was made up. Sure. I’ll keep the darling. Mow could 1 think of anything else. Refuse a present, such a nice one. and on New Year’s, too. I,—no, no! Then it’ll be no harm to say she’s my brother’s child, though 1 haven’t heard from Tom for more than ten years now.” So it was that Nona first gained a place in the widow’s heart, a place which she never lost. 'Flic neighbors queried, Who is the child?” It was with a little pang of conscience that Mrs. Rafferty replied: My niece, but tile curiosity of the neigh- bors was settled. The widow’s word was never doubted. As the years passed on. Nona, always a comfort, became a help to the widow in her work. She grew up much like other girls in the neighborhood, mixing freely with them and indulging in the same sports. In school her progress was rapid. At home, having known to remembrance no mother, she put all that love which might have been mater- nal. in Auntie.” One day, as Nona was playing with other chil- dren on the street, a gentleman passing in a car- riage seemed to single her out with his eye. The carriage stopped and the gentleman alighted. He called Nona aside and asked, What is your name, my child?” Nona Campbell.” Fhe man started, but soon controlled himself. “You don’t live far? Will you show me your home?” Soon the gentleman found himself entering Mrs. Rafferty’s home. Nona running on before and cry- ing. Here’s a man to see you, auntie.” Step right in. sir.” said the orderly little widow, everything—why. Tom! my brother! Tom!” Yes, yes! My sister!” So the two, brother and sister, were reunited, after more than fifteen years’ separation. During tiieir conversation each learned much about the other. When Mrs. Rafferty had last seen her brother, he was working his way through a prominent law school, and was then in his senior year. At the bar he soon worked himself to the front, gathering SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 93 a lucrative practice. In the social world he also gained a prominence, being supported by his repu- tation as a lawyer. More than eight years before, his first child, a little girl then two years old, was stolen from him by kidnappers, who demanded a ransom he could not pay. Tom, or Mr. Thomas Campbell, had been hunting for the kidnappers and his child ever since, not only employing secret ser- vice. but taking an active part himself in the search. About a year after the theft of the child the de- tectives thought they had found the guilty man in a certain Robert J. Cruxton, but no positive proof could be furnished. To-day, as I was returning from a trip in the slums. I was struck by the remarkable resemblance between your girl and my seven-years-old daugh- ter. She is not your child, for she «Iocs not bear your name: while, and it is truly a noteworthy co- incidence. she does bear the name of my lost child. —Nona Campbell. Now tell me. my sister, how did you. come by Nona?” W ithout hesitation the sister confided to her brother everything that happened on that eventful New Year’s morning, seven years before. She drew out from her little store of valuables the letter that came with the child, signed with the ini- tials, so meaningless before. R. J. C . who. terrified at tl c prospect of arrest, had taken this way of re- storing the child to her relatives. All was clear now. Who was the guilty kidnapper, if not Robert J. Cruxton? Who. Nona, if not the daugh- ter of her brother, her brother’s child? Knowing this.-let us leave the trio, brother and sister, father and daughter, cloudlessly united after a long separation to live together in the home of Mr. Thomas Campbell, leader at the bar. EXCHANGE NOTE! 1 d sd hd hd W b 1 Christmas was a truly festive season among the exchanges; many appeared in gay new dresses of appropriate design. Among the prettiest were those of the Herald, the Student, the Record, and the Jabberwock. The Tripod and Crimson and White have striking cover designs. The Cue is a spicy little paper, containing sev- eral excellent articles. The Skirmisher reflects the atmosphere of its school unusually well. One feels perforce a frater- nal interest in all of which it tells. There is much of interest in the Racquet for De- cember. In fact, all of our friends from the Pine Tree State offer much readable matter. They seem to have little trouble in finding contributors, although from elsewhere all unite in the familiar cry, “More manuscript.” The Argus has carefully headed each of its edi- torials with a heavily printed title. We don’t quite see why. The paper as a whole is capital. Of course, the number of articles relating to Christinas is unlimited. The origin and observ- ance of that day is well treated in the Crimson and others, and the myths and legends of the season are told in song and story. The tales of Christmas in the Poughkeepsie Recorder, which also contains many other good features, and the editorials on the subject in the Student are noticeable. Our Oracles are both worthy of mention. “In the City of David.” a poem in the Ideal from Elkhart. Ind., is good. ------------------ BOOK REVIEWS. TUP. VAI.LF.Y PATH. By Will Allen Dromgoolc. Boston: Dana Estes Co., publishers Price. $1.50. Although in this volume vc find but little exciting in- cident. yet few tales of common life are so plainly and prettily told as is this story of Miss Dromgoole’s. There is vivacity and music in the scenic descriptions that makes the imagination quite needless. The story itself deals with Kentucky mountain life. A cultured doctor and a lovable mountain girl are the chief charac- ters. There is a touch of humor, though tinted with sad- ness—in fact, the whole story is pathetic. The doctor, disappointed in early life, makes his abode in this quiet spot in the mountains, and in an unconscious way. in watching this mountain girl step from maidenhood to womanhood, allows his admiration to turn to love. The pathos is carried to the close, when the girl dies. The characters and incidents are natural, and the Kentucky mountain region is cleverly pictured. FOR THEE ALONE. By Grace Hartshorne. Pub lishcd by Dana Estes Co.. Boston. Price. $1.50. This volume, a collection of short love poems, places before one a compendium of some of the best sentiment in the English language. The illustrations are exquisite, and the hook is finished in the same excellent style as is its companion. A Year Book of Famous Lyrics,’’ which wc chronicled in November. THE FOUNDATIONS OF ENGLISH LITERA- TURE. By Fred Lewis Pattcc. Boston: Silver. Bur- dett. Co., publishers. Price, $1.25. This book is a study of the development of English thought and expression from Beowulf to Milton.” Pro- fessor Pattee tells in a very pleasing style of the various stages of English literature and drama from 51 B. C. to 1680 A. D. The book promises to become a standard text-book, and will be helpful as a teacher’s guide. Silver. Burdett. Co. have just published a thorough and comprehensive treatise on business law. The book i written by Thomas R. White, lecturer of law at the Uni versity of Pennsylvania, and contains an introduction bv Roland P. Falkncr. This work should prove an excellent text-book for the student of business law. Price. $1.25. II. M. Caldwell Company, of New York, have just completed a new edition in the Escutcheon Series of that immortal work of Irving. The Knickerbocker History of New York. The book is very prettily bound in green and gold. “Sense and Satire. by William L Beyfogle, published by Rand. McNally. Co., is one of the queerest books t has ever been our lot to read. It is a collection of satirical rhymes on every subject imaginable, abstract and concrete. It is very well bound, and the illustrations are good. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 94 1902. At last we can obey the Scriptural injunction, Sing; unto the Lord a new song.” The new sing- ing books have arrived. C. Proctor in Greek—“They were equally distant from each other. We would be much gratified it he would explain how they could be otherwise. Phis reminds us of the Irishman who was about to fight a duel, but wanted an advantage over his op- ponent ; namely, that he should be one pace farther distant from his opponent than his opponent was from him. There are not many publications still extant which can trace their origin back to 1100 B. C. Among these is the War Cry. of which we read constantly in the Iliad. Doubtless the first au- thentic account of the Trojan war was published in this paper. Whiting's favorite exclamation— Ye gods and little fishes! Did you notice that Doc Wheeler was absent? Nichols in Greek— Ajax, the barrack of the Greeks. He must have been pretty well filled up. O’Leary in Greek— I will speak to my ances- tors about it.” He must have been Looking Backwards.” Roberts says that Paris was Helen’s foot. Evi- dently husbands got walked on even in those early days. Another of Roberts’ bon mots: Go back to Olympus with your feet.” Nichols' rendering of He put his spear on a level with his car”—He laid his spear on the air. We would like to hear one of Cain’s mewing cows. Merrill goes skating on the savage ice. Roberts again: I will hate you so as already I now love you exceedingly. It looks as if Roberts was a Dutcher. 1903. Since we have been restricted in regard to stand- ing in the corridors, we have greatly missed those lobbyists who were always to be found Hitting about the entries: but even this rule has not en- tirely purified the school politics, as is proved by the amount of wire-pulling which was done in the laboratory last Friday. At a recent class meeting Dickinson was elected to the captaincy of the class basket ball team to be formed in the near future, and Niles was chosen to manage said team. You sleigh-ride girls must be patient. Miss Gow tells us that a post-morten examina- tion is a death after examination. No doubt many of our classmates will be “post-mortemized” before the exam, if they continue to be so overstudious. Our late classmate. Dudley B. Marshall, is pur- suing a course of study at Tufts, and ranks high in his class. The Phi Delta basket ball team will meet the Somerville-Harvard Club January 1 in Bacon hall. The last-named organization consists of several of the old High School athletic stars, and the game will, no doubt, be one of the best of the season. 1904. If Xenophon’s soldiers had only had automo- biles. they might have caught even the ostriches. Thurlow needs an armor bearer to carry those specs. If Xc ’ 'y lost his pen! She has too many strings on her bow. Oh. no. she has too many beaux on her string. I he Romans needed considerable cheek to fight their enemies—some were Gaully, and some were Nervy. EXAMS. Many crams of many minds. Many marks of many kinds. But all upon one mark agree, And wish they had a simple E. [Continued on page ye.J 05689412 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 95 1902. All aboard for the Class dance. IMivsiologv E is the proud possessor of a brilliant M. D. Was your December report an acceptable Christ- mas present? Wingersky spent his Christmas vacation and a few days extra in Washington. ()ffice-seeking, Eliot? Now that the senior class has decided to hold socials with the Latin School, we will have a chance to get acquainted with those who have gone to school within 150 feet of us for four years. Out of the excitement of basket ball, socials, dances, etc., conies the good news of the possibility of an interscholastic debating league. The Ly- ceum” has the support of the faculty, and should have yours. The class is glad to welcome back ex-President Underhill and ex-Vice-President Remis. If any one has a story or poem for the Radiator and fears to approach our genial editors, the class editor will act as a bridge, and pledge himself to absolute silence. Let us hope the class officers are now elected for good. The last election proved that Harris was the man for president, and Miss Landers for vice- president. Class Notes! Best cash prices paid for class notes! Me—Room 29. The musicians who compose the class ode may expect no sympathy for pieces in six sharps or ragtime.” The story that the class historians will tell in a month or two is not to be published. It would have a bad effect upon the freshmen and Sopho- mores. Seniors, you are needed at every class meeting. A note of thanks is due the Somerville I listorical Society for its kind invitation to the Senior class. The subject of the paper read was very timely and valuable to the history students. 1903. Eng. ( . spent a very enjoyable evening at the home of Miss Harding, their English instructor. Friday. December 27, 1901. Miss Lamont says that the battle of Tuton was very heavy. ()nc of the Sophomores was asked if he could speak any of the languages. “Yes,” lie replied, I can speak two, English and American.” Though we did not have the two extra days as we wished during the Christmas vacation, we all certainly enjoyed the time we had. New music books have arrived, and they will cer- tainly be appreciated. Oh! you may take the mistletoe And hang it anywhere,” She said: and. as he was not slow. He hung it in her hair. —F. Fort. A young man while in Room 35 described one of the snakes as a tail without a body.” Very original! Mr. S.— What occurs when you insert a lighted match into a bottle containing a mixture of hydro- gen and air?” Mr. C.— 'I'he wash bottle becomes a pop bottle.” Stratton Say. Dix, have you noticed how wax tapers?” Dix— No. does-------” But Stratton was at the other end of the corridor. Did it ever occur to you that, despite all the high- sounding expressions about Niagara Falls, 96 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR after all. it is nothing: but a mere drop of water? Think twice. Friendly advice: Tune your voice before you go to the lecture hall to sing. Now that there is skating, don’t let it keep you from vour studies. 1904. The Freshmen must be very inexperienced” when they have to have one of the faculty preside at their class meetings! II. S. Chandler has been recently initiated into the S. T. D. Club. What’s the matter with the basket ball team, girls? We feel complimented in being asked to assist Seniors in music. St-v— Why has ‘Jack’ Frost been on so many journeys lately?” Fa-en— Because he is treasurer of the S. T. D.” Teacher— What was Coleridge doing all through life?” I u pi 1— Dreaming.” 'I'cacher— Some of the members of this division seem to be followers of Coleridge. Teacher— Miss S—ders, if you are not careful, you will have to sit with the children on the first floor. B—court thinks he would like to walk to New York: we all wish him a pleasant journey. 1905. Notice to upper classmen: When you call the students on the first floor children,” don’t fail to notice a great many of your own classmates. There is an unaccountable desire to reach your seat after having recited in elocution. Explana- tions arc in order. Miss ( —don thinks that Ceres was the goddess of vegetables. It is related that Emerson lived in the old man's house. Hurrah for History A. and G.! They won the debate for Themistocles. Whereas, by the divine will of our Heavenly Father, our classmate, Charles A. Tompson, has been bereft by the death of his mother; be it there- fore Resolved, that we. the class of 1903, extend our heartfelt sympathy to him in his bereavement; and be it further Resolved, that a copy of these resolutions be sent to him. and also published in the Radiator. BROOK CROSBY. President. HERBERT CURRIER. Secretary. Latin Notes. [Continued from p.ifce 9� .] J905. Teacher— Algebra is all fun.” Who agrees with him? Lost.— A walking glove.’ ()ur lost and found department is growing rap- idly. thanks to the advertiser. Don’t use your blocks foolishly. Ii vou be square, the answer will not be ’! ,’ but I� 3.” Don’t cry over spilt ink. A rolling stone gathers no moss.” That is why we study instead of roaming around the corridors. Dol-----r is our noted theologist. Sophomores, beware! Keep off our floor! College pins are rare articles. Heat rises. That is why our room is so warm. The first meeting of the Literary Club of the third division, Class ’05, was held in Room 7 on December 2 ). 1901, and was registered as a suc- cess. The presiding officer was Master Durell, and the secretary, Miss Baxter. A programme was given, consisting of selections of prose and poetry by American authors, original stories, and current topics. ------------------ Kappa Phi Eta Banquet. The third annual banquet of the Kappa Phi Eta fraternity. S. L. S.. ’02, was held at the Parker House. Boston, Monday evening. December 30, 1901. After a very enjoyable dinner, a business meet- ing was held and officers for 1902 elected, as fol- lows :— President. Frank E. Currier; vice-president and editor, Harold A. Butters; secretary and treasurer. James J. Hepburn; members of executive com- mittee. Everett G. Wentworth and A. Leonard O’Leary. After the business meeting was adjourned, an excellent entertainment was given, consisting of mandolin solos by Ralph Temple, piano solos by Frank Currier, readings by Leonard O’Leary, Her- bert Fleischner. Elbert Yorkc, Chester Fleischner. and Harold Butters. A trio was especially well rendered by Hepburn, Currier, and O’Leary. Later in the evening the fellows were entertained at the expense of Everett Wentworth, who. being a new member, was initiated. Those present were James J. Hepburn (presi- dent). Herbert E. Fleischner (vice-president and editor). A. Leonard O’Leary (secretary and treas- urer), Clarence D. Proctor. Ralph Temple, Frank E. Currier. Alfred J. Saunders, Elbert E. Yorkc. Chester O. Fleischner, Everett G. Wentworth, and Harold A. Butters. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 97 Somerville High School, 30; Melrose High School, 17. On Wednesday evening, January 15, Somerville won her initial game of basket ball from Melrose High, by a score of 30 to 17 It augurs well for Somerville that she was able to defeat Melrose, since she has one of the strongest high school teams in the state. The game was clean, fast, and exciting throughout. I''or Somerville, Saunders. Russ. Story, and Dickinson put up fast games, while Blinker and Coffin played well for Melrose. The summary:— SOMERVILLE. MELROSE. Jennings (Story. Capt.), c..............c.. Spurr Saunders (Nichols), r.l ................l.f.. Campbell Doughty (Matron!), l.b...........r.f.. Bunker (Capt.) Dickenson (Capt.). (Butters), r.f.......1.1� .. Collin Russ (Shepard), l.f.....................r.b., Cobh Score—S. H. and L.. 30; Melrose. IT. Goals—Saun- ders. 3. Jennings. 2: Story. 2: Doughty. 2: Dickenson. I; Bunker. 2: Coffin. 2; Cobb. I. Goals from fouls— Bunker. 2. Referee—I.iscomb. Time—2”min. and lomin. S. L. S„ '04, 35; S. E. H. S., '03, 24. The Latin sophomores succeeded in defeating the English juniors by a score of 35 to 21. The game was close and exciting throughout, and held the interest of the audience to the close. For the sophomores. Getchcll and Pearson excelled, and Lowell and Keyes put up the best game for the juniors. The summary:— S. L. S.. '04. S. E. H. S.. ’03. Pearson, l.g.....................r.f.. Keyes (Cant.) Wyman, r.g.....................................l.f.. Nanglc Osgood, r.f....................................l.g.. Lowell Getchcll. l.f.............................r.g.. Cohen Lawson, c.................................c., Higgins Score—S. L. S.. 04. 35; S. E. II. S.. 03. 24. Goals— Getchcll, 4; Osgood. 3; Wyman. 2; Lawson, 2: Nanglc, 9: Kcvcs, 2; Lowell, 2; Higgins. 1. Goals from fouls— Pearson. 2. Referee—Taylor, S. Y. M. C. A. Umpires — Dickinson and Nichols. Timekeeper—Russ. 1 ime— 20min. halves. Quindonian Club, 30; Somerville Harvard Club, 19. The Quindonians won their third victory Friday evening. January 10. at Bacon hall, in defeating the Somerville Harvard club by the decisive score of 30 to 19. The game was close, and replete with sensational plays. Smith and Russ excelled for the winners, and Edwards and Kenniston for the losers. The summary:— Quindonian Club. Somerville Harvard Club. Russ, r.f............................l.g., Kenniston J. Story, l.f...............‘........r.g.. Edwards Peters, c...............................c.. F. Story Smith, l.g.....................................r.f.. Mullikcn Collins, r.g.............................l.f., Fitts Score—Quindonian Club. 30; S. M. Club. 19. Goals— Smith. 5; Russ. 2: Peters. 2; Edwards. I: Kenniston. I: Fitts, 1. Goals from fouls—J. Story. 3; F. Story, 1. Referee—Dr. Merrill. Umpire—Taylor. Time—20min. halves. Phi Delta, 22; Brockton, 14. The Phi Deltas scored their second victory of the season by decisively defeating Brockton High School. Brockton presented a strong aggregation, hut the Phi Deltas by good team work managed to pull out ahead. Crowell excelled for Brockton, and Jennings and Dickinson for the Phi Deltas. The summary:— Score—Phi Delta. 22: Brockton. 14. Goals—Jennings. 2: Dickinson. 2: Doughty. 2: Crowell 2- Nichols I: An drews. 1; Pitcher. 1. Goals from fouls—Raymond. 2: Jennings. 1. Referee—Dr. Merrill. Umpire—Burroughs. Time—20min. halves. I Other Athletic Matter on Page 99.J 08 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR A LOST LETTER— A STORIETTE. T was a cold, stormy night in January. Two men sat in a little room on the top floor of a tenement house in New York. One, smooth-faced and rotund, was clothed in the garments of a priest: the second had the as- pect of a lawyer. His countenance was lean, with small, searching eyes, a slightly hooked nose, and large bushy eyebrows. lie sat at a small table with his pen poised in the air, with head bent toward the person who lay upon the bed, so as to catch the least sound. The person on the bed was thin and wan. as if from a long sickness; his face was scarred and wrinkled, although he seemed to be in the prime of life. Debauchery and crime were written on his face, although there was something in his appear- ance which showed that he had not always been thus. lie was talking in a low voice that was hardly audible above the howl of the tempest and the beating of the snow upoit the window pane. After each sentence he would pause, and the priest would repeat it to the lawyer, who wrote it down. The sufferers words grew fainter and fainter, until, giving one loud whisper, he fell back upon his pillow, dead. '1 he lawyer signed his name to the paper, and then the priest, who had attended the dead man. signed his. The lawyer put the paper in an en- velope. scaled it. and wrote the address of the chief of police on it. Then, putting on his hat and coat, he said good-night to the priest and went out into the storm. Yc are in a prison: a man sits dejected and broken-hearted in a cell dimly lighted by a candle, lie has been sentenced to death for a murder com- mitted by another man. Nine months ago he was a happy man with a clean character and a pleasant home. That night, so long ago it seems to him, lie was taken from his home to prison, accused of murder. Then the trial came, with its crowds of curious people, and he was convicted. To-morrow he must die. with all the world believing him guiltv. That same day. while a post-office in Newr York City was being torn down, a letter covered with cobwebs and dirt was found underneath the floor. It had apparently slipped through a large crack which had been left by the carpenters when the office had been built. It was directed to the chief THE COMPLETE AND THOROUGH Commercial anb Stenographic COURSES OF STUDY. EXPERIENCED TEACHERS, PUPILS BOTH SEXES. Employment Department Most Efficient Known, Prospectus free by post. Registration in person or by letter. No canvassers employed. Address. HERMON K. HIBBARD, 608 Washington Street. THE STERLING SHOE, $2.50 FOR MEN AND BOVS. ALL THE LATEST STYLES. ALL KINDS OF LEATHERS. 13 WATER STREET, 78 HANOVER STREET. 14 SPRING LANE, DUJ 1 UiN. 97 SUHflER STREET. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 99 of police, and was immediately sent there. It was year. Get in line, undergraduates, and support found, on being opened, to contain the confession this team as you have the football teams, of the real murderer, and to conclusively prove the innocence of the convicted man. The next day At a meeting of the athletic association, it was dawned bright and clear, a blessed day indeed for voted to give the football team a block S. the base- the solitary prisoner, to whom the governor's re- ball team a Roman S. and the track, basket ball, prieve brought hope and joy. and hockey teams an Old English S. It was also ATHLETIC NOTES. I Continued from page it'.] S. E. H. S., '03, 19; S. E. H. S., '04, 12. Monday evening. December 10. the Juniors of the English High won an interesting game from the Sophomores of the same school. While the game was hardly productive of much scientific basket ball, yet the close rivalry of the two classes made the game one of great interest. For the Juniors. Higgins and Keyes excelled, while Russell and Fallon put up the best game tor the losers. The summary:— S. E. Hi S.. ’03. S E. H. S.. 04. Keyes, r.f. (Capt.)..........!.g.. Douglass (Frost) Nanglc. l.f............................r.g.. Russell Higgins, c................................c.. Bean Cohen (Lowell), r.g.............l.f.. Fallon (Capt.) Yorke. I.g........:....................r.f.. Remick Score--S. E. H. S.. '03. 19: S. E. H. S.. � l. 12. Ref- eree-—Nichols. Umpires—Dickinson ami Fitzgerald. Time—2Umin. halves. Pictures of the football team can be obtained from the manager. Price. $1.2.5. The hockey team has a good start, and expects to make a strong showing. On December 27th at P.acon hall the Ouindon- ian Club defeated Poston English High School. 3!) to 10. Russ and Smith excelled for the Ouin- donians. and Peabody and Me'Kenney for English High. Pet ween the halves. W. I). Eaton, of Am- herst College, equaled the world's record for twenty yards.—2 3-5 seconds. Lewis. English, 00. and Whitaker. English, '01. have won their letters at Amherst and Massachu- setts State College, respectively, and Fitts, L.. 1)9. has earned his numerals at Harvard in the past football season. The track team has begun its indoor season with bright prospects. Though we lose Eaton, such men as Story. Jennings. Smith. Southworth. and Captain Keyes surely ought to make good this « API A IN M.rilV, voted that the managers of the football and base- ball teams should secure the S’s of their respective teams, and that S’s should be awarded to football men for playing in two or more games, to be des- ignated by the executive of the athletic asso- ciation. G. W. Proctor. L . ’02. was elected mana- ger of the basket ball team. NOBSCOT SPRING WATER, THE BEST .A.IN I' PUREST. W. H. BULLARD, Gilman Sq., Agent for Somerville. 100 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR DO YOU KNOW Why Wide-awake Teachers everywhere read the“PliOTO ERA” regularly? 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C 'v ’ ,T5N VOL. XI. Somerville, Massachusetts, February, 1902. No. 5. The Radiator is published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year, and 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 mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign full name (this is for reference only). Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. Manuscript must be accompanied by necessary postage to insure its return. Terms, 75 Cents per Year Single Copies, JO Cents SOMERVILLE JOURNAL PRINT EDITOR-IN-CHIEF, LAURENCE T. CAIN. L. H. S.. 1902. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. FLORENCE L. BEM1S, K. II. S., 190.'. SPORTING EDITOR. EDWARD S. FRENCH. L. H. S., 1902. EXCHANGE EDITOR, ALICE BURT BERRY L. H. S.. 1902. BUSINESS S1ANAGER. H. DELANO LORING, E. H. S.. 190.'. ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER. CHARLES E. NICHOLS, L. II. S.. 1903. TREASURER. F. KEELER RICE, E. H. S., 1902- STAFF ARTIST. PERCY H. UNDERHILL, K. H. S., 1902. CLASS EDITORS. LATIN SCHOOL. HERBERT E. FLEISCHNER, 1902. EDWIN P. FITZGERALD, 1903. RICHARD D. BELL. 1904 ARTHUR T. SOULE, 1905. ENGLISH SCHOOL. RALPH D. CLEVERLY, 1902. JAMES A. McCOY, 1903. GIRARD C. BEAN, 1904. HAROLD CURRIER. 1905. ASHINGTON and Lincoln! It seems strange that the natal days of these two great men— the greatest in our country’s history—should occur so near each other. Many and many have been the disputes over these two immortal names. Which was the greater man? ’Twould. indeed, require a great mind to find an answer to this question. They were so much «.like and yet so different. One was rich, cultured, and of lofty birth, the other uneducated, poor, and lowly. But the greatest and most lasting qualities—width of vision and nobility of purpose—were characteristic of both. But why make vain and useless comparisons? Let them stand side by side, these two ideal Americans, —the one the “Father,” the other the “Savior,” of his country. To each might fittingly he applied those expressive and oft-quoted words of Shakes- peare :— His life was gentle, and the elements So mixed in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world. This was a man. n r E notice in one of our contemporaries an apology to the public for the publication of a 104 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR story which had been stolen. Plagiarism is some- thing which every editor has to guard against. It is difficult for a professional editor always to recog- nize a stolen story, and to the amateur it is often impossible. We think that a person who has the effrontery and the meanness to sign his name to an article not his own is dishonorable enough to do almost anything. We demand the full name of every contributor to the Radiator for this reason, —that if by chance we should be victimized by some plagiarist, we expose him to the public. 9. 9. 9 9. pOR the past few weeks, basket ball has fallen more and more into disfavor. Probably the chief cause of this state of affairs is the introduction of dancing after the game. Now to our mind it would be more appropriate and sportsmanlike to have these basket ball games take place in the after- noon, like other athletic sports. But if, from a pecuniary standpoint, it is necessary that they should be played in the evening—well and good ; but omit the dancing. For in adding this amuse- ment it is making the healthful game of basket ball degenerate into a cheap dance; for the dancers, we understand, are for the most part composed of out- siders. who have no connection with the high schools, and who arrive after the game is over. It may be urged that the expenses of the game neces- sitate the addition of this dancing till 2 o’clock. and the admission of everybody to enjoy it. If this is the case, if Somerville High School cannot support her athletes without resorting to this means, it would be better to disband the team; for under existing conditions the standard of the sport is lowered and the reputation of the school injured. 9 9 9 9 J T has been called to our notice that the new music readers are in some cases very carelessly and indiscreetly handled. We think a student who carelessly handles a book shows a lack of refine- ment. and a tendency toward lawlessness. It might be a good plan to put in every reader a book- mark with the proper directions for handling the book printed upon it. But a word to the wise is sufficient. 9 9 9 9 p Y the introduction of many attractive and artis- tic cuts, the Radiator is assuming each month a more pleasing and artistic appearance. Original illustrations we are always glad to accept, and we feel sure that there are many talented artists as well as writers in the High Schools. 9 9 9. 9 E wish to add our indorsement to the selection of Mr. Purdy as class photographer for both senior classes. For many reasons, we consider this a judicious selection. In the first place, Mr. Purdy does fine, conscientious work;, in the second place, his rates are very reasonable; and lastly, his studio is one of the finest in Boston. Now, as a school contract necessitates a considerable outlay of money, it is the duty of the students to stand by their decision and patronize Mr. Purdy. And we feel safe in affirming that he will give thorough sat- isfaction to each and all. 9 9 9 9 Y some cruel irony of fate, it has been decreed that two of our most cherished holidays, Washington’s Birthday and Patriots’ Day, should fall on Saturday. Now. although this is a very lamentable circumstance, we sincerely trust that no student will lose any of his patriotism, or think the less of George Washington and our Revolutionary heroes on this account. 9 9 9 9 JJILLY EATON, ’01, at a recent B. A. A. meet. defeated Duffy, the champion sprinter of the world. It is well known that while Eaton was at high school he was a most untiring friend of the Radiator, and his clever illustrations added greatly to the appearance of the paper. So here’s hoping that Billy” may mount to the top rung of the ladder of sprinting fame, and one of these days attain the title champion of the world.” 9 9 9 9 J T is with pleasure that we introduce to our readers Miss Helen E. Harding of the English High School faculty. Miss Harding has chosen a most interesting subject, and her descriptions are intensely interesting and vivid. 9 9 9 9 E have in preparation a serial story called “The Escapades of Julia. This story will contain some uproariously funny situations, and will be warranted to make the soberest indulge in a hearty laugh. 9 9 9. 9 D so last Friday was Valentine’s day. Funny we hardly noticed it. although there was a time when we looked forward most impatiently for its coming. How times do change! SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 105 AT THE SHRINE OF SAINTE ANNE. Ey Helen E. Harding. the time we were in Quebec, we lived in a sort of dream of past ages and distant lands. Every quaint de- tail of the charming city helped to deepen the impression. The gray fort on the height; the city wall: the bewildering by-ways of the lower town, where we lost ourselves in our rambles; the all-but per- pendicular streets, up which the horses toiled to the upper town with clattering calechcs; the pic- turesque street-groups.—priests with flapping robes and broad-brimmed hats, schoolboys from the convent marked by their long green sashes, an occasional smartly stepping soldier with his scarlet coat and round cap held at its rakish angle by the strap beneath his lip; most of all. perhaps, the soft, voluble French that pattered about us everywhere gave a foreign, old-world aspect to the whole place. Rut the day we made our pilgrimage to the shrine of Sainte Anne de Beaupre. we stepped quite out of the twentieth century and America. A great many years ago. some sailors, too roughly tossed about by the boisterous waves of the St. Lawrence, vowed, in their distress, that if ever they reached land again they would build on the spot a church to Sainte Anne, patron of ship- wrecked mariners. Providence, or perhaps Sainte Anne herself, heard their prayer, and cast them ashore some twenty miles northeast of Quebec, where Beaupre now stands. True to their vow. they set up here, in the course of time, a rude church, marked with an inscription setting forth the details of their rescue, and ending with the pious adjuration, Bonne Sainte Anne, antic des matelots. priez pour nous.” As years went on, and the tiny town of Beaupre came slowly into existence, the little church began to gain an enviable notoriety. It was said that de- vout folk coming to see the work of the grateful sailors and to echo their appeal to the good saint. Pray for us.” found themselves miraculously cured of whatever diseases had fallen to their lot. Lameness in any form seemed to come especially under the saint's charge. At last the number be- came so great of those who crept painfully to the shrine and strode joyfully away, leaving their crutches and an offering of money, that the old church was torn down and a fine stone building put in its place. And here all the year round come pious pilgrims to beseech the intercession of the saint for themselves or their friends. And here we were going, with no petitions to offer, but only the idle curiosity of another race and belief, to see the place where simple people thought miracles could be wrought. But from the very moment when we left the dis- mal station at Quebec, the past and the unfamiliar laid hands upon us. All about us were the unac- customed racial types, the unaccustomed fiat coun- try dotted sparsely with tiny villages, and the unac- customed whir of a strange speech, with its odd in- flections and gestures. There were noisy leave-takings at the stations where apparently whole families were parting from other whole families, going ten or twelve miles farther on. There were good-byes and good wishes and embracings impartially distributed to man, woman, and child. Then there was the smoking room coterie separated from the rest of the car only by glass doors, where boys of fourteen or so pulled out their pipes as composedly as their elders and fell to uttering clouds of tobacco- smoke” and flinging eloquence from their expres- sive hands. There was so much to watch, and it was all so strange and new. that when we were at last set down with the other pilgrims at Beaupre. perhaps we were as ready for miracles as any one. Beaupre is the typical French-Canadian village, —a handful of small, mean houses, and, rising grandly from their midst, a beautiful church. It would seem that all the Canadian's love of beauty and romance expresses itself in his church. His home may be as bare and ugly as possible: his church is always a poem. As we came nearer to Sainc Anne’s we heard the sound of shuffling footsteps, and turning a corner of the building we came suddenly upon a lame man dragging himself painfully along with the aid of a stout stick and a friend’s arm. Then it was all true! Cripples still came for Sainte Anne’s healing! Perhaps the miracle would be done before our very eyes. 1 nudged my brother’s arm and whispered. “O. don’t you hope he’ll be cured while we’re here?” But he, ever practical, turned on me with such scorn that I was abashed. Why. you don’t be- lieve it, do you?” The lame man toiled wearily up the aisle, and sank upon a front scat. We stood a moment at the door getting accustomed to the tempered light that slanted in through beautiful stained windows. The organ was sounding softly, har- monizing so subtly with the restful calm which filled the room almost as with a tangible presence, that it seemed hardly so much the work of human hands as the voice of la bonne sainte” herself, bid- ding welcome to her votaries. She stood, or at least her life-sized image stood, the infant Mary on her arm. looking down upon the whole church from her station just outside the chancel rail. A stray sunbeam glanced on her halo of gilded rays. SOMERVILLE. HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 10 Back of her was the altar, with dim figures mov- ing about it. Rising through the centre of the church and outlining tfre aisle which led to that central figure, a double row of pillars stood, made of. some beautifully veined and polished stone. When we could appreciate minor details, we turned to the oddest thing in the whole church. On each side of the door were piled in two gigantic stacks, reaching almost to the ceiling, the relics left by Saint Anne’s grateful patients, the crutches, canes, and other supports they no longer needed. One is disposed to question, looking at the large and varied collection, whether someone is playing upon the credulity of a simple people or whether miracles are more common than is generally be- lieved. Inclined as I was to give the gentle saint all due credit, I found my faith a little strained when we discovered among the offerings a wooden leg. Just how Saintc Anne made up that defi- ciency. I have never been able to answer. On the walls of the church were other offerings, —tablets with inscriptions in French and Latin, stating how the giver had been cured of disease or rescued from peril by the intervention of Ste. Anne. These ended invariably with the sailors’ prayer, Priez pour nous.” We sat down presently in one of the front seats, more interested in the human life of the church than in its relics. The lame man still sat in his pew, patiently telling his beads, and reading from a small book. The dim figures we had seen mov- ing about the altar proved to be sundry sisters and brethren who were decorating, evidently for some festal occasion. They moved about in almost per- fect silence, which heightened the feeling that we were loking on at some spectacle arranged for our benefit. Two sisters at the left were draping a gold-fringed velvet hanging to form a fitting back- ground for a small image of the saint. A stout brother, with shaven crown and loose brown robe, arranged around the altar great pots of blossoming shrubs like giant oleanders, and brought out from hidden recesses similar shrubs, only without the blossoms. He passed before the altar constantly, he was stout and somewhat old. and the pots were heavy, but he never once omitted his pious ac- knowledgment of the altar. Staggering out with his heavy burden, down he plumped, staggered up and went on. But presently we noticed a miracle. The barren trees were beginning before our eyes to blossom as the rose.” and the pious brother bore them off to their place at the altar as gay as their fellows. We might have laid it all to Ste. Anne had not the removal of one plant shown us through the leaves an ancient dame perched upon a stool busily tying on with thread the blossoms the poor shrubs lacked. All this time various pilgrims had been paying their devotions to the saint, some kneeling before the twelve sacred pictures on the wall, some pray- ing at the altar, and some kissing a certain holy emblem at the saint’s feet. We found that this was a bit of rock from the grotto in which the Virgin Mary was born. One young couple, evidently bent on beginning their married life properly, made the tour of the church, kneeling hand in hand to pre- sent their offering. There was something almost pathetic in the simple faith of these people. They seemed some- how to belong to a past age. They might, indeed, for any modern suggestion about them, have been the Canterbury pilgrims at the tomb of Saint Thomas a' Bccket. One portly gentleman, who looked as ii he had traveled far, might almost have been Dan Chaucer himself. One could not help wondering, watching them all, with the saint look- ing placidly, not to say, stolidly, down upon devout and indifferent alike, if all went away satisfied. Did none wait in vain for healing, and, missing it, blame the gentle Anne? But now a priest came forward to hold special service for the lame man. As he could not stand at the chancel rail, his friend stood there for him, while he followed the service from his seat. Now, at last, we should see faith rewarded. A shrill whistle announced the coming of our train. It would not do to lose it. Reluctantly we left the church, pausing at the door for a last look. ()ncc more the sunbeam caught the saint’s gilded halo and glanced down upon the cripple still wait- ing hopefully for a healing still delayed. But whether or not the miracle was wrought and an- other trophy added to Ste. Anne’s shrine, I never knew. That Felis. A cat sedebat on our fence As laeta as could be. Her vox surgebat to the skies, Canebat merrily. Quite frustra jeci boots; a lamp. Some bottles, and a book; F.rgo seized my pistol et My aim cum cura took. I had six shots. Dixi, “Ye gods! May I that felis kill!” Quam quam I took six of her lives. The other three sang still. The felis sang cum major vim Though mens aim was true: Conatus sum putare quid In tonitu I’d do. A scheme advenit to my head Scivi ’twould make her wince. 1 sang! Et then the hostis tied. Non eam vidi since. —Exchange. 'Hie man whose life hangs by a thread. Perhaps beyond all hope. Is better off, by far. than he Whose life hangs by a rope. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 107 JERICHO JUNCTION. By, cA. W. C LEXAN'DER RODERICK Me NEIL was stretched out upon the rickety settee before the Jericho Junction depot. One foot was planted upon the rotten planks of the station plat- form. and the other dangled from the arm of the settee. Roderick had a book in his hand; but he was not reading it. His blue cap, with its brass plate labelled Station Master was pushed well back from his brow, displaying a broad, well-formed forehead, crowned by a wealth of curly brown hair that did not seem to match ex- actly with the bronze color of his beard. His trusty companion and comforter, his pipe, was breathing forth a pleasant incense, and tlnough the smoke Roderick's brown eyes looked with a dreamy gaze that saw away and away over the swaying tops of the pines beyond the track, and even further than the pale mists clustering about the cloud-capped head of Ball Mountain as it loomed above the forest. There was a strange tumultuous silence over all the little world which Roderick could see with his bodily eye. He heard that constant, incessant murmur of the summer day. that curious some- thing which is not exactly a noise, but a harmoni- ous' blending of the many songs which nature sings, and which is so nearly inaudible that we must strive to hear it. The tall pines across the way swayed ever so slightly in the light August breeze and crooned a sweet lullaby. All along the track, from the distant point where the two thin iron threads seemed to meet, even to the Jericho station itself, the heal was rising from the rails in little wavering, simmering waves. Just beyond the track a little quiet brook went on its way softly, and with never a babble or a disturbance of its smooth, limpid surface, save when a ieaf fell from the bushes overhanging it. or a turtle slid down its damp, root-entangled bank. ()nce in a while a big-voiced bullfrog came out of his dank, darksome house beneath a gnarled and twisted root, and sent a hoarse choking challenge rumbling through the woods and adown the track. Perhaps from the top of some unseen tree a locust sent back a shrill an- swer. or a blue jay called a response. And Roder- ick sat. and smoked, and listened, and thought. From far down the track where the day freight from Jericho was moving cityward came the sound of an engine bell. Its tone was softened and mel- lowed by distance, and it fell upon Roderick's ear like the tolling of the old chapel bell in the college he had known so well in other years. He laid his pipe aside, and dropping the book he had been reading, leaned forward in an attitude of dejection, his chin supported in his big brawny hands. So he fell into a deep reverie. The bushes on the further side of the track crackled, as if someone were moving through them, but Roderick did not hear them. A slight girlish figure appeared upon the bank of the little brook. Hullo! called a merry voice. Roderick started violently, and sprang to his feet. Pardon me if I startled you. said the new- comer, but i am lost. I have been camping out on the mountain with a party of friends. We came from Jericho, and we were blueberrying. Some- how i strayed away from the rest, and I've been wandering through the woods ever since early morning. I heard a train over in this direction, and 1 tried to find the railroad, and—and here I am. Roderick looked at the little figure before him, and the blood rushed to his face. Betsy,’ he murmured softly to himself. The girl's dress was torn by brambles and stained by contact with moss and bark. She carried her hat in one hand and with the other made frantic efforts to thrust back her light curling hair, which was doing its best to fall down over her forehead and hide the brightness of her merry blue eyes. Despite the disordered state of her toilet, however. Roderick said to him- self that she looked like some nymph of the wood as she stood there, framed in the willow that grew beside the brook. Then he wondered if she were as unconventional and childlike as in the old days. Why, miss,” he said aloud, “you are a good five miles away from your friends, and almost as far from the nearest farmhouse. Jericho Junction.— that, you see, is the name of this station.—is merely a stop-over for those who want to transfer from the main line to the Jericho branch, or vice versa. “Whatever shall I do? said the girl, with a petulant stamp of her foot. Well. answered Roderick, seriously. if I were you. I should come over here and sit down on the settee until I got my breath. The girl laughed. “But I don’t dare to jump it. she said. “Excuse me a moment. said Roderick. He went into the station and brought out a long plank, which he laid across the brook, from one banking to the other. The girl walked timidly over. She gave a little sigh of relief when she felt the cinder-covered railroad bed beneath her feet, and another when she sank down upon the settee. Thank you. Mr.—“ “Smith, John Smith. said Roderick. Thank you. Mr. Smith. she said. “Now I’ll disclose my identity. She opened a little chate- laine that dangled from her belt and produced a card, which she handed to Roderick. He glanced at it quickly. “Thank you, Miss Carlton,” he said. 108 SOMKRVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR What time does the next train for Jericho ar- rive. Mr. Smith? asked Miss Carlton. Not until 2.10. replied Roderick. Oh dear! said his fair visitor, with a sigh, all that time to wait and I'm half famished.” Roderick blushed beneath his big beard. Pardon me. Miss Carlton, said he. 1 ought to have known that you were hungry after such a long tramp as you must have taken this forenoon. It’s about dinner time. May I have the pleasure of your company at dinner?” I shall be delighted. replied the informal young lady promptly. Then both she and Roderick laughed heartily. If you will step into the salle a manger.” said Roderick, 1 will give our orders to the chef. He conducted her into the station. What a delightful little home you have. she said, as she looked about her. A little table stood in one corner, and in the middle of the floor an old cook stove balanced it- self on two legs. In the office an array of tins and kettles looked down from the wall upon the tele- graph keys. Upon the safe was piled a goodly army of books, and above them hung a rifle and a brace of six-shooters. A deer’s head was fixed above the door. My study. said Roderick, with a grandiloquent wave of his hand. “1 shot that fel- iow last winter. he added, pointing upward toward the antlered trophy. The girl gazed upon it with admiration. Shall we have venison for dinner? she asked. Roderick endeavored in vain to repress a smile. No, he replied, we shall have to put up with plain bread and milk, a plate of berries, and some lemonade. That will be fine. I’m sure. said his visitor, gaily, and you must let me get the dinner and set the table, and just sit down and look on. Xo. don't try to stop me. I’m bound to have my way. You sit down and let me do the work. Roderick, after some useless remonstrances, obeyed bv seating himself upon the settee in the waiting room. His fair visitor flitted to and fro between the office and the table, stopping now and then to inquire for the location of some needed article. She made a very neat and charming little housewife, and Roderick felt more like the guest than the host. At times half-contcntedly. but oftener with a terrible feeling of anguish gnawing at his heart, he followed her with his glance as she moved gracefully hither and thither. Come. she said at length, dinner is ready. They sat down together, she on one side of the little table, he on the other. Never had Jericho Junction been so fair in Roderick’s eyes. The blank walls and the warping floor seemed marble, inlaid with diadems, and the scanty meal became a mon- arch’s feast. The light breeze strayed through the window and tossed the refractory curls of Roderick’s guest. She laughed and chatted gaily as she ate heartily of the slender repast. But a sudden sadness had come upon Roderick, lie ate little and spoke less. Do you know, Mr. Smith, said Miss Carlton, as she arose from the table and began to remove the dishes, you remind me ever so much of some- one 1 used to know. 1 noticed the resemblance the minute I saw you. and I'm certain it isn’t a fancy of mine. Roderick started. 1 guess it's only a chance resemblance. he said. I don’t know. replied his visitor, pausing in her work and looking searchingly at him. 'I don’t know. If it wasn't for your beard. 1—I— There's my call. cried Roderick. He sprang to his feet and made for the keyboard. Miss Carl- ton went on with her work. “Saved! said Rod- erick. fervently. Miss Carlton began to bring the dishes into the office and restore them to their proper places. She had washed them in the battered old bread pan which Roderick used for that purpose. Now they were shining and bright. What a fine assortment of books you have, Mr. Smith, she said. She took the volumes, one after another, from their places on the safe, and looked through them. I have a very fair library, said Roderick. They were all given to me by a—a cousin of mine. He watched her nervously as she turned the leaves. You are very well educated, 1 see. she said, as she came upon a number of foreign books. Yes.—er—pretty well. answered Roderick, with an uneasy movement. Why,” continued his visitor, “here's a great favorite of mine. Victor Hugo’s ‘Les Miserables.’” She turned to the fly leaf. Roderick saw her start and heard her little cry oi surprise. He steeled himself to meet the rest as befitted him. Roderick!” she said. She looked into his face. He met her glance unflinchingly. She seemed per- plexed and doubtful. Are you Roderick Me.Neil? she asked. Roderick laughed. Did you know him?” said he. A few years ago. yes, answered Miss Carlton, hesitatingly. And you are not he? I'm his cousin, replied Roderick, coolly. “People have always said that we resembled each other wonderfully. Yes, I'm his cousin, but I'm ashamed to own it Such a scamp as he was. He got into a bad scrape in his college days and ran awav with some money. It was hushed up as much as possible, but they made him leave col- lege. Did you know about it? Yes,” answered Miss Carlton. She was still looking into his face. Roderick maintained the mastery over himself only by a supreme effort. And I'm his cousin.” he said again, and—and Roderick is dead. He went away to Australia and - and died there. The old depot clock upon the wall seemed to be saying over and over again. You lie! You lie! You lie! Roderick hoped that Miss Carlton would not hear it. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 109 And how did you come by that ‘Les Miscrables' with my name on the fly leaf? she asked. Oh, said Roderick, he gave his books to me before he went away. You Know 1 told you that mv library was given me by a cousin of mine. lie said they were all his. Did he steal ‘Les Miscra- bles' from you? No, indeed,” said Miss Carlton, gravely. I gave it to him as a birthday gift.” Oh.” said Roderick, then you must be the ‘Little Betsey’ he was forever harping upon. He used to say you were in love with him. T liked him very much. confessed Miss Carl- ton. I--1 like him still. She watched Roderick's face narrowly as she spoke. He did not flinch be- neath her gaze. She seemed satisfied by the scrutiny. And so you are his cousin.” she said at length. I beg pardon for addressing you so familiarly, but really you look so wonderfully like Roderick that for the moment 1 was deceived. And then, too. what made my idea seem more reasonable to me, he understood telegraphy. He worked as a night operator while lie was in college, and so when I found his books here I at once jumped to the conclusion that you were he, hidden way off here in Jericho Junction because you were ashamed to face the world after that little financial accident. That was an unfortunate thing, wasn’t it? Roderick nodded assent. And his chances were so splendid, continued Miss Carlton. He was the best scholar in his class, and so brilliant. You don’t mind my speaking with you about him, do you? she asked suddenly, entreat ingly. Not in the least, said Roderick, but the train for Jericho is due in about twro minutes now. Per- haps we had better go out upon the platform. “Yes, said Miss Carlton. She picked up the copy of Les Miscrables again. Will you sell me this?” she asked. You may have it,” answered Roderick. It is of no use to me. I will give it to you. Thank you, said Miss Carlton. They passed out upon the station platform. The Jericho train was just coming in. Slowly it came to a stop. Good-bye, Mr. Smith. she said, pausing upon the lower step of the car platform, and turning toward Roderick, who stood gazing after her in the shadow of the overhanging dci ot roof. I am glad to have met you. Good-bye, Miss Carlton. said Roderick. I have enjoved your society immenselv. Good- bye.” lie stood watching the departing train until it was quite lost to view in the distance amid the depths of the forest. Then he went back into his office and opened his big ledger. “Train No. 13 on time. At 2.10 left Jericho Junction. he said as he wrote. 3 . V-emm. [Written on the summit of a mount in the woods.] Cities and lakelets and woodlands and streams, And distant ranges of misty hills. Seen like the fancies of restless dreams. Or the far-off goals of unresting wills; This is the land of the poet, the land Of eternal music and pleasant song. Where Nature holds sway with gentle hand. And dreamings and fancies are not held wrong. But over the border the God of Toil Rears his black temples athwart the sky. And the wreaths of his swarthy incense coil. Like the black clouds when the storm sweeps by. This is the land of the slave, the land Where the fetters clang the live-long day. And show me. O slave, the divine command That tells you to live in this lifeless way. Oh. raise up a leader. Thou King of Kings, To lead us out of this land of Toil, To teach us thy promise of better things, In a better land, on a kinder soil. And the sea of old nature shall overthrow The chariot wheels of this heathen lord. And into the promised land shall go, The children of Nature, the children of God. 110 Somerville high school radiator CRUSHED MARBLE. Ey Hans Eltckensdorfer, E., '03. No rock so hard but that a little wave May beat admission in a thousand years. —Tennyson. O BEGIN with her, she was a most tyrannically tyrannical tyrant. Not that she obtained her power illegally, but, to use the word in its modern sense, she exercised it in a most heartless manner. A fellow had to conform to her varying moods or go some other way. They tolerated her cruelty because she was so charming, she had such a way of capti- vating one’s heart by her manner. When she looked at one through those almond-shaped eyes, glanced disdainfully over her shoulder, or drew herself up to her full height and glared indignant, he would swear he was honored; and it required the most desperate exertion on his part to keep his knees in a dignified position. .She was pretty, not beautiful—for her features really were not perfect —but she possessed that which is far preferable to perfect lines of beauty—an irresistible charm. “And ne’er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace” of colder marble. She could break hearts with the reckless indifference of a boy killing grasshoppers, and get incomparably more fun out of it. Now it chanced that there was a member of the non-fair sex who was quite a different being. He had a furious temper, and consequently, he was over merry in society. He was willing to submit to any kind of injustice at the hands of the diviner sex when this was administered in moderation, but, as we shall see, when the limit was reached, he moved. He was disregardful of trifles, quite con- fidential. and easy-going ordinarily, but capable of industry, and at this time was a student. Inci- dentally he was taking music lessons, and was at the stage of a piano education where he had to stand up to play Mozart, and bite a spool when he practiced Beethoven. His chief bad habit was that lie swore in a manner that would make a Wyoming sheep herder ashamed of himself. He could draw on three languages, and all the classic oaths of Greece and Rome, as well as a few Shakespearian exclamations. Of course he did not make the least slip in the presence of ladies, but when they passed him on the street, the wind would waft yellow fumes toward them, the identity of which could not be mistaken. But what girl likes a fellow who hasn’t at least something about him that needs reforming? These two people met. and he instantly began to flirt. Not that lie willed to flirt with every young woman he met, but he couldn’t help it—it was his nature. She. of course, feigned the greatest indig- nation; but he could sec beneath the veil that she. too, was something of a coquette. She couldn't help it. either,—God had made her feminine. The first time he called each spent the entire evening trying to figure out the other’s opinion. Naturally, she succeeded admirably; but he failed altogether, lie was delighted with her indiffer- ence. He raved over her voice and began to tell her that “Hadst thou breathed then. Now the Muses had been ten,” but she expressed her opinion of flattery, and lie gave it up. ( ne afternoon he invited her to a ball. She said she would let him know. How the suspense affected him is easily understood by the male readers of these lines, and the others don’t care, so we will not go into details. After something like six months—taking his figures—she explained that she couldn't go—oh, yes, she could go—but then, she really couldn’t go—she was dreadfully sorry. She was going—he would see her there— but she simply could not go with him—it would make complications—she was awfully sorry. Yes, she could go with him; but, oh dear, she had been trying all this time to fix it and couldn’t. Jle was just squaring himself to say something when presto! she was gone. Was he angry? Yes, very. He was in a rage that would have shamed Alexander. He went home with fierce strides, lie stormed in three tongues. Reaching home, he threw his books down and fairly roared:— ” I he idea! The---! She is willing to keep this week’s engagement, but it is, ‘No, Air. Stanley, I can go, but don’t care to,’ regarding this dance. C ast about by her caprices! By the baneful waters of the Styx, I’ll fix her. Thursday she will receive a note and a couple of tickets—and then I’ll take some other girl. Der Tausand! I’ll crush her pride.” The fiercest temper cools most readily, so by 'I hursday Jack’s good nature had conquered. True, on Wednesday he had invited another girl, but she couldn’t go; and the next day he was all out of the notion of keeping his former threat. Perhaps he had misunderstood her—perhaps there really was something sensible in her explanation, yes, he be- came angry too hastily—he would give her the benefit of the doubt. Thursday evening, the master of the house,— short, heavily built, broad shoulders, high forehead, flashing eyes,—met him at the door. Yes, yes; she is at home; come in.” He was SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 111 remarkably pleasant for the father of a marriage- able young lady. Good evening, Mr. Stanley.” Her hair was a sight, she was dressed recklessly, and. to repeat, her hair was a sight. What did this mean? You didn’t expect me to go anywhere this even- ing. did you?” she asked after a time. Great Scott! the other girl had told. But he rallied. “Oh, no; I just called.’’ Won’t you excuse me a moment?” While she was gone, lie collected his forces. “Ah. a well-spent fifteen minutes,” he said as she returned. Each eyed the other curiously. She thought. He ought to be snubbed. He thought, “Now. whose move is it?” The weather, a German novel, some new photo- graphs. and various other things were reviewed; and all the time, each was wondering what the other was wondering. He wished he knew how much she had heard; she was guessing upon how much of what she had heard was truth. He noticed that she looked searchingly at him; she saw that he was agitated. He was sitting in a big stuffed chair and he took a piece of paper, and dryly proceeded to cancel their names—he wanted a chance to think, he felt so awkward. He was leaning forward, and she quietly seated herself on the arm of the same chair— to see better. Ye gods, the girl really has a heart, went through his mind. You aren’t doing that right. Why not?” he inquired. Why, because you are using two names against three, that can’t be fair.” Well, you see, my dear—” My dear?” she repeated. Pardon. Mr. Baker’s dear, or somebody’s else dear, but we will say my dear for the present—” For the present?” STORIETTE. By cM. E. G. t 'I’he best laid schemes o’ mice and men Gang aft a-glev.” HERE are always plenty of people in the world looking for some one whom they can take as their special charge and whose affairs they can make their own. Among these people are those so-called match-makers, who arc gen- erally to be found among elderly women who have nothing better to occupy their minds and time. But sometimes even those irreproachable beings called men have pet schemes that they delight in seeing brought to a happy issue. Dick Bennett had had the misfortune to fall into the hands of one of these well-wishers to humanity in general, and to his own friends in particular. When he was invited by a friend to spend a week with him in Boston he had no idea of the silken toils that had been spread for him about the feet of a certain beautiful and talented young lady who made her home in that city. Yes, lie admitted that he liked pretty girls, and his friend, knowing his weakness, had had some brilliant ideas which he was eager to develop. Do you know the young lady in the opposite box, Harry?” Dick asked, when Harry had taken him to the theatre on the first evening after his arrival. That is Miss Adams, one of our Boston belles. What do you think of her? Put your New York girls in the shade?” She looks all right; at least, everyone seems to think so. Docs she have a circle of black coats around her all the time?” L., '02. “They may circle around her, but they don’t get near unless her Serene Majesty is pleased to favor them with a glance, and that doesn’t happen any too often. Well, I should think she might carry things with a high hand. But isn’t she calling you now? Let’s go over. answered the obliging Dick, not noticing the sparkle of mischief that Hashed into his friend’s eyes as he led the victim of his schemes across to the other theatre party. Good evening. Miss Adams. My friend, Mr. Bennett, of New York, whom 1 am trying to con- vert to Boston. May we sit with you? Our box is rather a bachelor’s den, and I am afraid I could not do much converting over there.” Stay, by all means, Mr. Sanders. I thought you looked rather lonesome over there, and was wondering who your new friend could be.” Not new to me, but new to Boston,” answered Harry as he seated himself in the farther side of the box, and left the chair by Miss Adams, for his guest. Works like a charm, eh, Green?” asked Sanders later in the evening as he glanced at the couple talking like old friends. We’ll have him settled in Boston before another year is up.” Fate seemed to be with the conspirators that evening, and they were so interested in watching developments that they did not see Dan Cupid as he sat on the edge of the box guarding jealously a tiny heart which he held coquettishly before him. Well?” Sanders questioned as the two left the party at last and started on their homeward way. “Well, what would you like?” answered his com- 112 SOMKRVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR panion. If you don’t walk faster than this, we shall both freeze before long.” What did you think of her?” Her? Who? Why, Miss Adams, of course. Did you think I referred to the princess of the North Pole?” No, 1 can't sav that I did. Hut it's cold enough to mean almost anything. IIow far is it to your rooms? You haven’t answered my question yet. Why, I think she's all right. We had a very pleasant time. Isn’t her mother a sweet woman, though?” “Her mother?” demanded Sanders, now thor- oughly exasperated. Why, of course, her mother is all right. Dandy sort of a chaperone, too. But who said anything about her mother? I didn’t.” Come, Harry, out with it. You may as well tell me first as last. Are you in love with her, old boy?” In love with the moon! No! Can’t I ask a fellow what he thinks of a girl without being in love with her?” Now. don’t get huffy. I merely asked for in- formation. and I think I have it now, so don’t worry. We won’t talk about it any more if you don’t care to.” The rest of the walk was enjoyed in silence, and both seemed pleased to drop the subject and retire to a warm, comfortable bed. Just as Harry was dropping off into dreamland with visions of—well. no. we will not say who those sweet dreams were of lest our readers might think him a bit disloyal to his cause—his bed-fellow dis- turbed his slumbers with the query,— “Say, Harry, asleep?” No-o-o-p, I guess not,” with a yawn that might have been expressive, had not Dick been too inter- ested in the subject he was about to mention to pay any attention to minor matters. I forgot to tell you something important. Well. I am listening, but I shan’t be long, so hustle.” You remember that girl we met last summer at the Oaks?” A es. 1 suppose you mean that country girl you thought so pretty? 1 am almost asleep again. I don’t see why you want to keep a fellow awake at this time of night talking about her. Has she dis- covered a new skim on milk, or is she going to throw away her beauty and charms on some poor chore boy?” Neither. You thought she was nice yourself once. It is only an inborn desire for sleep that makes you talk that way now. Oh. I beg your pardon. Don’t get into an argument now, though. Good night.” Good night? And you haven’t heard what I started to tell you yet.” Fire ahead, then. If it's very long, you’ll prob- ably have to tell it all over in the morning.” I am engaged to her. She’s coming here to- morrow with her mother, and Miss Adams—what in the----is the matter with you?” For Harry had started up as his heart gave a joy- ous bound. How queer it was that with such a clever fellow as he, it had been necessary to see an- other man posing as a possible bridegroom to make him realize that he loved the girl himself! He could now return to his dream without any dis- turbing giant in the shape of Dick Bennett. Comedy Club. ()ne of the most interesting and successful events of last season was the presentation by the Comedy club of R. B. Sheridan’s drama, Rivals.” The play was not only amusing and entertaining, but showed to good advantage the real talent of most of the actors. We are pleased to announce that this very popu- lar club of young ladies has in preparation plays of equal merit with its last undertaking which it hopes to present to the public shortly before the first of April. King Rene's Daughter. a lyric poem translated from the Danish, and Nance Old- field,” a most successful English comedy. The club is fortunate in having the direction of Miss Eda L. Nichols, who brought out their pre- vious effort. ----------------- Edgerly School Reunion. The graduates of the Edgerly school, class of ’9S. held a reunion on the evening of Friday, January 17. Nearly all of the class attended, and the meeting was altogether pleasant, after four years of separa- tion. After refreshments had been served, an en- tertainment concluded the evening. _______• 5 ._____ Recipe for Composition Cake. First think of the kind of cake you wish to make: for example, try humorous cake. Then the in- gredients: have ready your pan, mixing-bowl, uten- sils. etc., for introduction; put flour into a mixing- bowl for a scene, and be careful how you rub with it the plot of sugar and butter. Be careful how you choose your characters, for in a humorous cake pungent spices arc not wanted : use only sweet extracts for nice young girls or gentle characters, and beaten eggs for jolly ones. Then don’t forget the soda for such as fidgety Mr. Bowser; be sure you have your composition run- ning over with fun. therefore do not forget to add the milk. Mix all and stir all, bake it in a theme pan. and bring it into class next day. N. L. L., E, ’02. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 113 A TRIP TO MT. VERNON. By E. Wingersky, E.f '02. T WAS a dear, warm, sunny day, and, al- though late in Decem- ber. bicycles, and even open cars were to he seen. Washington is quite accustomed to this kind of weather, but to us of New Eng- land it seemed very strange. It was a per- fect day for the trip. Before we had crossed the city limits we came in view of the greatest monument ever erected to an individual, the Washington monument. This massive shaft is 555 feet from base to tip. Ihe reader can better appreciate its size when he is told that it is more than twice the size of the Bunker- After an hour’s ride of sixteen miles the guard at last called out Mt. Vernon. We pay our fare and are free to wander at will over the broad grounds, an hour and a half being allowed for our stay. By following the crowd we come to the house, which, to say the least, is rather plain in appearance. The walk at this end of the estate leads us to the back of the house, so that we did not get a fair idea of it at first glance. There arc three entrances to the front of the house, one large main entrance, and two smaller, although all the rooms open into each other. On the first floor arc three rooms and a large hall. In the hall hangs a key of the Bastille, given Washing- ton by Lafayette. The lirst room we enter is the one in which he dined. Here are the massive silver service of the family. One plate or tray, which is almost four feet long, was intended for state occa- sions. In this room on exhibition are many other relics of the times. The other rooms on this fl x r are the parlor, in which the family harpsichord can MT. VERNON HOUSE. hill Monument. The otherwise tiresome ascent is easily made in an elevator furnished by the govern- ment. the trip taking five minutes each way. At every point something of interest can be seen, but as my subject is Mt. Vernon, 1 must not tarry on the way. We soon crossed Hunting creek, and were then in Virginia. Nine miles outside the city is Alexandria, a little quaint old place. Here are found houses, relics of old Colonial days, gable-roofed, and with broad verandas. The feature of the city is Christ church, of which George Washington was a member. In it can be seen the pew which he was accustomed to occupy. We are now again in the open country. Every- where can be seen yellow clay, the soil of Virginia. be seen, and the sitting-room. As these contain much that is delicate and valuable, they are barred to visitors and can be seen from the doorway only. Upstairs all are bedrooms. One or two are ex- actly as they were a hundred years ago; others have been furnished by various states. Here are luxuriant, canopied beds, with coverings of rich, heavy lace. And the dressing-tables, which might well make any girl of to-day consider this as inter- esting a part of the house as any other. However, a mere boy cannot be well expected to describe these points of interest. On this floor is the room in which Washington died, and the very bed in which he drew his last breath. In another room of this suite died Martha Washington. Up still another flight are three more bedrooms. One of these is especially noted, as the great La- lit SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Fayette occupied it when lie visited Mt. Vernon. In a strong box here arc pistols, guns, swords of all descriptions, heavy and cumbersome. And the saddles, huge leather affairs, must have taxed the strength of the horses. The tower is not open to visitors. Next to the main house is the kitchen, in which is the old fireplace, the pots of iron, and the old dishes. Here, also, can be purchased souvenirs. I bought a hatchet made from the wood on the estate. I did not see it cut, but I know it must be so, for how could anyone prevaricate in the house of a man with such a record as had its owner. The stable which we next saw is very much like the stables of to-day, save that all the floors of the stalls arc inclined, making it impossible for the ani- mal to lie down. We next visited the tombs of George and Martha Washington and some of their descendants. The heavy stone coffins in which they lie can be plainly seen. A gravel path brought us to the edge of the deer park of the estate. A few deer are to be seen, but these, unfortunately, are not ’descendants of those which haunted the wood to be hunted by Wash- ington and his guests. W e returned to sit upon the broad porch and en- joy the beautiful view of the Potomac. The river is at its greatest width as it sweeps past Mt. Vernon. The broad expanse of water, undisturbed save for a small excursion steamer making its way swiftly and silently up the river, seems almost unlimited, as it flows south on its journey to the ocean. The balmy air, the bright sun, the comfortable arm- chairs, and the thoughts connected with the place, this, indeed, were the pinnacle of content. The garden also proved interesting, but none of the flowers raised by Martha Washington are now in existence here. We left the estate with many sober thoughts. We had visited the home of the Father” of our country. We had seen how he lived, in comfort, yet in simplicity, and we felt that we had become better acquainted with the man. E. Wingersky, E., ’02. TOMB AT MT. VERNON. B. C. S. Several girls of the sophomore class of the Eng- lish High School have formed a secret society to be known as the I� . C. S. The first meeting was held January 11 at the home of Martha Russell, and a very enjoyable evening was spent. The following officers were elected: President. Florence Caldwell; vice-president. Martha Russell; secretary-treasurer, P.essie Priestly. The members are the three men- tioned officers and Ida Hcgan, Alice Burns, Edith Dillion, Madge LeCone, Lizzie Downs, Esther Stevenson, Florence Carleton. Sigma XI. The Sigma Xi fraternity, composed of several girls of the class of 1903, S. L. S., met at the home of Miss Alma Stone last Wednesday for the pur- pose of reorganizing the club. The election which was held resulted as follows: President, Miss Beatrice Robertson; secretary, Miss Alma Stone; treasurer, Miss Edith Carleton. The club enjoyed a delicious collation. A Roman expression—He was in a tight fix. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 115 THE ONE CONDITION. By Laurence T. Cain. CHAPTER I. HE grand march at Madame dc Trc- villc's ball had begun. Under the brilliant light of numerous chande- liers. amid the melodious tones of the orchestra, they advanced. More gorgeous uniforms, or more exquisite costumes had never been seen amid all the magni- ficence of imperial France. But neither the music nor the splendor had any charm for dc Montfort. He stood in a corner all alone, perhaps the only man in the vast assemblage who did not look happy. And tie Montfort was not happy. As couple after couple walked by him, he riveted his gaze, not on the woman, but on the man. As the last merry pair glided by. de Mont- fort dropped his head and sighed. The face he was seeking was not there. When he looked up again, his eyes met the most perfect vision of feminine loveliness it had ever been his lot to see. He gazed at her in admiration and astonishment, but she dropped her eyes and passed on. Marquis, she said to her partner. Who is that strange gentleman yonder? The tall one, I mean, who looks so stern and solemn. He reminds me of the pictures of Don Quixote which I have seen.” The marquis turned abruptly and gazed at the stranger. Then, to the surprise and consternation of his partner, he left her without any apology, and almost ran to where de Montfort was standing. Henri, he cried, seizing de Montfort’s hand, Henri, are you a spirit, or is it really Henri?” Yes, it is Henri, Charles, and glad 1 am to see you, old friend,” answered de Montfort as a slight smile played about his mouth, but is that not a queer and ungcntlemanly way of leaving a lady?” The other Hushed and went back to where his fair partner was standing. Madalinc,” he said, be- fore 1 make any apologies for my conduct, will you let me introduce to you one of the finest gentlemen in France?” He led her back. Madalinc, this is Henri Francis de Montfort. late of New Orleans. Louis- iana. Henri, my cousin, Mademoiselle de Bcrncjoux.” Madalinc smiled, as she gazed up into de Mont- fort's eyes, and murmured. And now. Charles, we will hear your apologies.'7 Well,” continued the marquis, “you will pardon me, 1 know, when I tell you that for the last two years I have believed Henri dead. 1 heard he was killed in a duel at New Orleans, and the sight of him made me forget all else. And Madalinc, Mon- sieur dc Montfort has twice saved my life.” Charles,” she replied looking fondly at her cousin, “I forgive you. But will you not find a partner for Monsieur.” The marquis again Hushed, and looked uneasily at de Montfort. He saw the expression of pain that shot across his friend's face. Madalinc saw it, also. Henri does not dance, Madaline,” he said quickly, he does not dance.” Do not let me keep you from your enjoyment, I beg of you, broke in de Montfort. 1 am merely a wallflower. Charles, I beseech you, do not keep Mademoiselle here talking with me. I am tired,” answered Madaline. Charles, dear cousin, there is Madame de Treville, and it is your next waltz.” She passed her hand slowly over her forehead. I am so tired, Charles, and the light hurts my eyes.” Mademoiselle,” said de Montfort, quickly, “may 1 have the honor of conducting you to the con- servatory? She smiled and took his arm. Charles was delighted. He saw his fair cousin took a fancy to this tall stranger from over the seas, and wished to become better acquainted with him. So. bowing, he left them. The conservatory was beautiful beyond descrip- tion that night. The soft strains of music floated in on the perfumed air. They were playing a waltz, a dreamy, Italian melody that Madalinc loved. Monsieur,” she said suddenly, turning to her companion, may I ask why you do not dance?” lie hesitated a moment and then replied: May I tell you a story, Mademoiselle, a strange, strange story?” She nodded her head, and dc Montfort began:— Once there were two brothers who loved each other very much, very much. They were both poor, and learning of the great wealth of a st range land, they decided to leave their native home, and go to seek fame and fortune. These brothers fin- ally arrived at New Orleans. Louisiana. Luck was against them at first, but it changed, and by and by they became rich, and were coining home to France. A few days before the ship left, the younger brother, who was a trifle wild and hot- headed. in a road house, got into a dispute with a stranger who had just arrived. They said he was a nobleman, but he was a coward. Enraged at his insulting remarks, the young man sprang at his tormentor and struck him. The onlookers dragged him off, and held him while he.” de Montfort's voice was rising and his eyes Hashed with a terrible light, lie calmly drew a pistol, and shot my brother down like a dog. Yes, Mademoiselle, he was my brother. Now you understand why I do not dance. I am a Frenchman and I shall never forget. I arrived just as the murderer was leaving the inn. even then with a smile and a sneer on his face. My poor brother died in my arms, and over his dead body I swore never to rest, never to give up, until I had found that coward, and—and—”dc Montfort was so ex- cited he had forgotten about his companion, and now his eye fell on the startled, upturned face. 116 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR “O pardon me, Mademoiselle, pardon me. I am easily excited. I should not have told you. Are you angry with me?” he went on, with a strange light in his eyes. “Oh. no, no, Monsieur, but you startled me,” answered Madaline, with a faint smile. The music had stopped in the grand hall, and the dancers, all flushed and merry, were seeking the cool and silent conservatory. Among the noisy revelers were two dissipated men, the younger of whom, as soon as he perceived Madaline and de Montfort, burst out mockingly, Sec, Philip, my angelic sister, whom you have been seeking. And you have a rival, my friend. he added, gazing insolently at her companion. At the first sound of that voice dc Montfort had risen. He looked earnestly at the bloated face and the bloodshot eyes of the man, and then with a cry like an enraged lion, he sprang at him. At last, you murderer, at last,” he cried passion- ately. But with a heart-rending shriek, Madaline threw herself between them. Monsieur,” she pleaded, Monsieur ’ . CHAPTER II. Gentlemen, the carriage is at the door.” De Montfort drew his watch from his pocket and looked at it. “Very well,” he answered. See that everything is ready.” The man bowed and withdrew. We have twenty minutes to spare, Charles,” said de Montfort, looking at his companion, who was restlessly pacing up and down the room, “and meanwhile I have a little work to do.” He walked to a little table in the corner of the room and began to write. He had written but a few words when he turned around abruptly. Charles.” he said, slowly, as if weighing every word. I want to ask you a question. Do you think there is any condition, or circumstance, under which a man is justified in breaking a solemn oath?” The marquis pondered a moment before replying. To my mind there is one,” he said at length, just one.” And that is— interrupted de Montfort. Love,” said Charles. The other answered nothing, but turned about and again resumed his writing. But why that foolish question, Henri? the mar- quis asked. “Oh, nothing,” he responded. Merely an idle tale I have been reading.” He finished the missive, read it over carefully, and scaled it. “Charles, old friend,” he said, if by any chance I should go under this morning, I want you to give this letter to your cousin, to Madaline. I am sorry, very sorry, that I made that scene in the ballroom the other night.” “You did right, just right,” broke in Charles hotly. “Oh, that miserable wretch of a cousin of mine. I always knew he was a coward, but I never thought he could do that. You did right, Henri; only if I were you. I would have killed him there. He don’t deserve to be given any chance. But you will have your revenge to-day, my friend. You talk about going under, when you were recognized as the best pistol shot in the whole province.' You who have never missed a mark. De Montfort raised his hand in remonstrance. We have only a few minutes more, Charles, and I want to speak. If, as I said, I should be the un- fortunate one, give this letter to Mademoiselle, your cousin. It will be only a small recompense for all the sorrow I have caused her; and now, friend Charles, to the carriage.” The first faint streaks of dawn were just appear- ing in the west when the carriage drew up before the old monastery behind which the duel was to take place. Dc Bernejoux, his second, and a surgeon were already there, pacing up and down the damp ground with unconcealed impatience. The second approached, and. addressing himself to the marquis, said, Monsieur, the dawn is breaking, and the sooner this is over the better. Are you ready?” Yes, replied Charles, “we arc ready.” Very well. I will count three very slowly, and on the third count the gentlemen will fire. Is it agreed?” It is,” answered Charles and de Montfort to- gether. The two men took their positions at twenty paces and awaited the count. One,----two,----three,----” A shot rang out.—only one, and Henri de Mont- fort staggered and fell into his friend’s arms. The surgeon ran forward and tore open his shirt. Then he looked up at the marquis. “Through the left lung,” lie said simply. He may live for fifteen minutes, not longer.” Charles bowed his head, while the tears sprang to his eyes. Just then a galloping was heard on the hard road. A carriage was coming at full speed. Near the door of the deserted monastery it stopped and a slight figure alighted. She burst through the thick shrubbery to where the duel had taken place. YY ith one glance she took in the whole scene, and with a low moan sank down by de Montfort’s side. He was talking softly, but he was not conscious. He saw nothing nor understood. She bent down and brushed the thick black hair back from his brow and listened:— He was her brother—solemn oath. Charles says there is one condition—and I will take that— my Madaline.” The girl understood. .She looked up scornfully at her cousin, but the sight of .his agonized face moved her, and her expression softened. Mon- sieur.” she cried, “Monsieur, it is I, Madaline. Do you not know me? O, speak to me, Henri, my Henri.” She pressed her lips to his white, cold forehead, but de Montfort did not answer. His lips were scaled forever—and his brother was unavenged. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 117 EXCHANGE NOTE 5 A A tSTSSW1Sjt The Dru is unusually interesting this month, with his bright descriptions of the pitiable misfortunes which befall him. Many thanks for the explanation of the new cover: but. please, may we ask. did the artist have delirium tremens? We received the I’sonian for the first time, and are delighted with it. It is the organ of the Usona society of the Malden I ligh School, and is distinctly literary in tone. Of all its excellent contents, ‘A C hristmas in Cromwell’s Time was perhaps the best. Two new friends come to us this month from widely separated parts of our glorious country: the ()ak from Visalia. Cal., and from Xew York the Twentieth Century Chat. Among others which we have not before met are the Aegis from Beverly, the Lombard Review, and the Classicum. The Rum ford Falls Spray is a neat little paper, well edited. The Imj) for December came rather late, but very welcome, in a pretty cover. 'Flic number for Janu- ary followed soon. Roth are interesting, as ever. How much prettier is a simple cover design por- trayed in a pleasing combination of colors than an overburdened theme of staring hues! The Premier from Fall River shows an artistic cover of pearl- gray. with no decoration save the name in gilt Setters. The exchange column in the Pythian is hardly visible to the naked eye. The Christmas cover of the Evansville Record was much admired here. We miss the bright little Shamrock ! 'Hie most amusing thing we have seen is called Popping the Question.” It is evidently a take- off on stories of the cheaper sort. An absent-minded professor, in going out of the college yard, ran against a cow. In the confusion of the moment he raised his hat and exclaimed, “I beg your pardon, madam.” Then, realizing his mistake, he hurried on. Soon after he stumbled against a lady on the street. In sudden recollec- tion of his former mishap, he called out, Is that you again, you brute?” Professor—“A fool can ask questions that a wise man cannot answer.” Student— I suppose that is whv so many of us flunk.” A stunning girl in royal furs, Which well befit her queenly air; A gleam of ice. a careless step. And what a fall in furs was there! The eager hands outstretched to aid She waved aside in quick disdain. And then with calm, courageous air. She sighed. First down, two feet to gain.” Good gracious, said the hen. as she discovered a porcelain egg on her nest. “I shall be a brick- layer in time.” lie heard him give the High School yell: For joy he couldn't speak— lie murmured Mother listen to Our William talking Greek.” Lawyer (in cross-examination)— Where was your maid at the time? Lady— In my boudoir arranging my hair. Lawver— And were you there also?” Udy— Sir-r! !” A paradox really Is debt. For, in fact, it Grows constantly bigger The more you contract it. Young Fissick has a shingle out proclaiming him M. D„ l ut from A. M. until P. M. his office is M. T. Freshman—“How far is a line?” Sophomore— I don’t know. Why?” Freshman— Well, I heard a Senior say that he couldn’t go sixty lines without a horse.” Thought there was a huge dog in the yard when I came in last night, but it was only the big elm tree.” How came you to make such a mistake as that?” I was misled by the bark!” Did you get on to that banana peel? “Yes, I tumbled.” Say. waiter, this water is warm! I let it run a long time, sir.” Perhaps it ran so long it got overheated.” Why should no man starve in the deserts of Arabia?” Because of the sand which is there.” How came sandwiches there?” The tribe of Ham was bred and mustered there.” Samantha, what’s thet chunc the orchestry’s a playing now?” I hc programme says it’s Chopin, Hiram.” Wall, mebbe. but it sounds a deal more like sawin’.” Closet Hook—“Do you catch on?” Coat— I’ll be hanged if I do.” Mrs. Kingsley— The dressmaker says she won’t make me another dress unless you pay her bill.” Kingsley—“That’s good of her.” 118 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 1902. 1903. Teacher in geometry—“Miss Sturtevant. what arc you going to do? Miss Sturtevant—“Lay off.” Did she mean herself or the teacher? Whiting mistook the word idiomatic” at the top of the exam, paper, and translated his Latin into idiotic English. The editor is very thankful for the two class notes that have been given him this year. Second and German divisions, if you want to see some notice of vour divisions, please contribute. All news from these divisions has to be given on hearsay. I� e patriotic—or rather Radiatic. At any rate, we will know all about Pylus and Sphacteria when we get through that Thucydides. Do you believe that about the mortar? Don't be discouraged if you only got F or LI on your Latin exam. Dozens more coming. French wants to know how many of the S. L. S., '01, boys went to Radcliffe. Class pictures arc in order. Look pleasant, please! Teacher to Whiting—“Don’t look at me; look at your book.’’ Whiting— I don't sec it. at all. What did he mean, the teacher, the book, or the meaning of the passage? At any rate he needs some glasses. G. W. Proctor has a hard time finding his seat in Greek. Whiting in Greek—“They went sailing by in the city of Corcyra. Corcyra must have broken loose since we studied about it in history last year. One of our scholars was recently told to stay after school and pick up the room. (hit of considera- tion for the Freshmen upstairs, who could not bear to be parted from their lessons, the piece of work still remains undone. One of History II.’s unique recitations: “They smashed some of ’em. and the rest flew. Some people call him Sport” Nichols now. This belongs to History I.: They knew that if they did not win. they would be conquered.” Re- markable foresight. A club to be known as the German club has been formed by twelve members of this class, and will hold regular meetings at the homes of the mem- bers. The organization follows: President, Miss Whiton: vice-president. Miss Littlefield: editor, Goode: secretary and treasurer. Nickerson. Virgil describes very vividly the noise and tumult which arose when the flame descended iqxm the growing corn, but this would appear as noth- ing if compared to the hue and cry often heard in our crowded street cars when some careless fellow descends heavily upon t he growing corn. Heard in Latin L: “Repressit pedem cum voce. lie pressed his foot with his voice.” Dickinson's actions with a lens and a piece of paper were indeed suspicious. The fire commis- sioners have been notified. Another Latin gem: Post multa tuorum funera. After your many funerals. The attendance at the opening game of the inter- class basket ball series was far from satisfactory. Let every one support the team, and thus add to the class treasury. 1904. Ricker, expert photographer; pictures taken at recess. arranted not to look like you. Said of O'Daniel: An angle, but not an angel. Paderewski's ghost. Performances every recess. Those who collected the music books should feel complimented at Mr. Hadley’s mistaking them for angels. Paine’s Celery Compound. Paine’s Furniture Polish, and Painkiller for sale on the first floor. [Continued on | nge rjO.j SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 119 1902. Ich plaudere zu viel—“I plowed two fields ’ 'T slip, I slide —R-------s and Miss D at the class social. The Indian told her not to sing Annie (any) Mo(o)rc.” Division C knows why Scott called his book “Woodstock. It is so dry.” Of course you are to be the class poet, and your ode is now being orchestra-ed.” The Debating club, unable to form a league, has issued a challenge to Brookline High, which will, no doubt, be accepted. O those physiology tests. The party which accompanied Mrs. Abbott to Pemberton square now know actions of tort when they meet them, and actually would like to hear a murder case. Law is “gur-reat”; “perfectly wonderful.” If humorous histories ever come in vogue again, Washington Irving will have capable rivals in Lam- • phear and Miss Carter. Ten-dollar theatre badges” and “highwaymen” are notable examples of their line. What part did I give you, Farnum?” Farnum—“The moon.” He was a little boy six years of old.” And so do I.” “Silver Bells,” and Barefoot Boy” are new favorites; we all like them, “and so do I.” We are all glad to hear that Butterworth is re- covering from a very serious illness, and will be pleased to welcome him back again. The class dance, too, was an excellent Valentine party. There’s nothing in that bottle full of number 4.” The first class social. A success except for the entertainers, who didn’t materialize. Give us an- other with talent and draw out more class spirit. I902’s basket ball management runs a game- losing team, but the dances which come afterward still attract a large crowd. Financially, 1902 is busy.” Are you a member of those class committees? We arc to have” a cantata. Mr. Hadley desires it, and 1902 has voted for it. ’03, ’04, ’05, please help. Mr. Purdy is waiting for you. Fifty for $7.50, and every one better than its subject.” Do you like civil government ? The tale that is told by Ryder and Miss Baker, our class historians, will not be peaceful or prosy, and the prophecy,—I dare not! 1903. Freshman (looking at sign, English High School Bank,” in Room 33)— What do they keep in there?” Junior (of Room 33)—“That’s where they keep school funds.” And the Freshman believed it. Yes! that’s right. March 4 is the date for the class dance. You want to come and tell everyone else to come, too. We are going to have a jolly time. The committe in charge is Miss Hodges, Miss Holman, Miss Paon, Mr. Ames, Mr. Cohen, and Mr. Currier. We wish to tender a vote of thanks to Mr. Whit- comb for the renewal of the library privilege. Found—in Gray’s pocket, a spool of thread. 120 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR A. —“W hat is leather, chemically considered?’' B. —“An ox(h)ide of beef.” Freshman (looking into Room 36)— What are all those bottles? Let’s go in and see.” Junior—“Don’t go in there, that’s the room where the instructors test little boys’ minds.” And they disappeared, All at once and nothing first. Just as bubbles do when they burst.” 1904. English Teacher—“Which could you write bet- ter. a love story or an adventure story?” Pupil— A love story.” Teacher—“Why?” Pupil—“Why, I never had any adventures. Latest rendering of Shakespeare—What mortal fools we be. There is a talk of 11. Latin A going on a strike. Chandler, Frost, and Brigham are out for the track team. Manager Mitchell has arranged a game with Latin, ’04, for March 5. Everybody come. The S. T. D. held a meeting at Harold M. Allen’s house, 16 Mountain avenue, February 4. 1902. A very enjoyable evening was spent. The club sent Frost, who is very ill. a beautiful bouquet of pinks. Another new society—the B. C. S. Wilson and Dunham represent the class in the new High School glee club. The boys in the manual training divisions are now taking their first lesson in shoveling sand. Since Frost has returned from his journey he has caught the measles. What next? Captain Fallon is turning out a strong basket ball team. It defeated the seniors 45 to 30. Reniick played a fine game against the seniors. Class notes are always acceptable. Please pass them in to headquarters. Room 30-A. The Hebrew element sometimes displays itself in II. Phys.. especially when the question arises: “Where shall we buy alcohol?” 1905. The little men sat upon the ground playing nine-pins.”—Quotation from Miss C’s note-book, not from Irving’s “Sketch-Book.” Master Ray has been elected to fill Scott’s place of captain of the basket ball team, on account of Scott's resignation. Willey decidedly objects to having his desk used as a waste basket. At last the class pins have arrived. We wouldn’t be at all surprised if we heard some day that Colbert was an algebra teacher. Miss D------s’ “voyage on horseback” would doubtless prove interesting. Latin Notes. (Continued from page 11� .) I lave you seen Stevens’ automobile? It is worth while for everyone in the Greek divisions to get one like it. Which do you prefer, the music or the lunch counter? Three cheers for heroes, true and brave. Who all arc crowned with laurel. Three cheers for Stevens, who the dog did save, And taught us all a moral. 1905. The second meeting of the Room Seven Literary Club was held Friday. January 17, 1902. The pre- siding officer was Master Murphy: the secretary, Miss Watters. A programme was provided con- sisting of original stories, topics of the day, and selections of poetry and prose by American authors. Class pins at last. Teacher—“What was the Parthenon lighted by? Scholar—“G-a-s (Guess) (pause) I dunno.” Heard in History—The band of Suza or Sousa’s band. If 2 equals 0, what does 1 equal? Answer: 1 equals 1-0. A letter to the ’05 girls' basket ball team was re- ceived the other day. This should arouse the girls to enthusiasm. At a basket ball meeting Hafford was unani- mously elected captain of the class team. The basket ball team is improving rapidly through the help of such men as Doughty. I’ickets. tickets, tickets. We agree with the Bos- ton paper when it says that Somerville is gone” on basket ball. We are glad to see that we receive the support of one of the teachers in basket ball. ----------------- Base Ball Concert. The annual baseball concert in aid of the Som- erville High school baseball team will be held in I'nitarian hall March 14. The programme will consist of varied and interesting vaudeville num- bers. A songshcet direct from Keith’s will be a leading feature, rite High School double quar- tette will enliven the occasion by rendering good selections, and local talent well known to High School pupils will be heard in exceedingly funny and entertaining selections. Many remember the successful result of last year’s concert, and with that in mind, the management confidently predict that this year’s performance will be even a more satisfactory and enjoyable one. Don’t have anyone say to you that you missed this event of “fun and frolic,” so come, all ye sup- porters of the “Red and Blue.” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 121 Phi Delta, 64; Somerville Harvard Club, 9. In Bacon hall, January 21, Somerville Harvard club suffered its second defeat at the hands of the High School boys. This time the Phi Deltas over- whelmed them with a score of f� 4 to 9. Although the Harvard club was said to have a fast basket ball team, it was nowhere visible on that night. The Phi Deltas won hands down. Dickinson and Jennings put up the best game for the Phi Deltas, and Mulliken and Fitts for the Harvard club. The summary:— PHI DELTAS. S. HARVARD CLUB. Jennings, c..........................c.. Story Dickinson, r.f................... l.g., Edwards Nichols, l.f...................r.g., Kcnniston Doughty, r.g..................... l.f., Mulliken Fitzgerald, l.g......................r.f.. Fitts Score—Phi Delta. 04; Harvard clubj 9. Referee—Liscomb. Timer—Russ. Time—20min. halves. S. L. S.,'04, 35; S. L. S., '05, 6. On Monday evening, January 27. the Latin School sophomores defeated the freshmen of the same school. Score. 35 to 0. Although it was ’05’s first game, they made their opponents hustle, and it was not until near the end of the second half that the sophomores got a safe lead. Osgood and Getchcll played well for the sophomores, and Cam- eron and Thumith for the freshmen. The Line-up:— FRESHMEN. SOPHOMORES. Sewall, c..........................c., Lawson Cameron, r.f.............l.g., Wyman (Moore) Thumith, l.f.............r.g.. Pearson (Capt.) Burns (Elliot), l.g..........................r.f., Osgood Ilafford, r.g................................l.f., Getchcll Score—'01, 35 ; '05, (5. Goals from field—Law- son (3), Osgood (3), Getchcll (3), Wyman. Pearson, Cameron, Thumith. Goals from fouls—Pearson. 2. Referee—Taylor. Umpire—Doughty. Timer —Ricker. Time—20min. halves. E. H. S., '04, 45; E. H. S., '02, 30. On Tuesday, January 28, the sophomores of the English High School defeated the seniors of the same school. Score, 45 to 30. The game was ex- citing and the result doubtful up to the call of time. For the winners. Rcmick and Fallen excelled, while Smith and Russ, although meeting with hard luck in their shooting, put up fast games for the losers. Summary:— SENIORS. Russ (Capt.), l.f... Pritchard, c......... Smith, r.f........... Lamont (McGann). r.g Wright, l.g.......... SOPHOMORES. ..........r.g., Douglass ............... c.. Bean ............l.g., Russell ..........l.f., Remick .....r.f.. Fallen (Capt.) Score—’04, 45; ’02. 30. Goals from field— Remick (8). Fallen (4), Smith (4), Wright (2). Douglass (2). Russ (2). Russell, Pritchard, Lamont. Referee—Dickinson. Umpire—Fitzgerald. Timers —Stone and Rooney. Time—20min. halves. S.L.H.,’03, 77; S. E. H.,'03, 3. The basket ball game in the inter-class series be- tween E. II. S., ’03, and L. II. S.. '03. was a walk- over for the Latin school team. L. H. S.. ’03, was represented by the Phi Deltas, who, from long prac- 122 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR tice together, completely outclassed their oppo- nents. Doughty and Jennings excelled for the winners, and between them scored 57 points. For the losers. Higgins and Keyes put up a plucky, up- hill fight. Summary:— L. H. S.. ’03. E. H. S.. ’03. Dickinson (Capt). r.f . .l.g.. McLaughlin (Lowell) Jennings, c .......................c.. Higgins Nichols, l.f............r.g.. Countway (Cohen) Fitzgerald, r.g .............l.f.. Keyes (Capt.) Doughty, l.g.......................r.f.. Nangle Score— L. H. S., ’03. 77 : E. H. S.. 03. 3. Goals from field—Doughty. 14; Jennings, 5; Dickinson, 3 : Nichols, 3; Higgins. 1. Goals from fouls—Jen- nings. 2. Referees—Saunders and French. Um- pires—French, Saunders. Timer—Waters. Time —20 and 15 min. halves. Sporting Notes. 'Hie annual baseball benefit will take place in Unitarian hall March 14. It will be conducted on the same lines as last year, with many new and at- tractive features. Manager Russ is sparing no effort to equal the success of last year, and has al- ready arranged for the appearance of several clever teams. a meeting of the executive committee of the Athletic Association held in the English High School February 7, Alexander Graham, captain of 1001 football team, was chosen to lead the baseball team for 1902. At the 11. A. A. meet February 8 some Somer- ville athletes showed up well. Eaton, English, 01, now of Amherst College, beat the sprint king, Dufifey, for second place in the forty-yard invitation dash. 1 le also secured third place in the forty-yard handicap. Keyes, English, 03, captain of the track team, won his heat in the quarter-mile novice. On Friday, January 24, “Joe” Story, Latin, ’02, was elected captain of the ’varsity basket ball team. Story is probably the most experienced basket ball player in the school. His knowledge of the game lias been gained in the Quindonian club, the S. Y. M. C. A., and other fast teams. Quite a batch of men are out for the track team, and under the guidance of Mr. Sampson, one of the best trainers in New England, are rapidly rounding into form. COMPLETE AND THOROUGH Commercial anb Stenographic COURSES OF STUDY. EXPERIENCED TEACHERS, PUPILS BOTH SEXES. Employment Department Most Efficient Known. Prospectus free by post. Registration in person or by letter. No canvassers employed. Address, HERMON K. HIBBARD, 6o8 Washington Street. THE STERLING SHOE, $2.50 FOR MEN AND BOVS. ALL THE LATEST STYLES. ALL KINDS OF LEATHERS. 13 WATER STREET, DACTAM 78 HANOVER STREET. 14 SPRING LANE, OUj 1 N. 97 SUHHER STREET. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 123 Apples in the bin. Cider in the keg. Loving hearts within The firelight glow. I beg; Two or three old tales Of the long ago Told when daylight fails. And in the firelight glow. Add an old song. then. Fashioned by the heart In the soul of men. And not the work of art: Loose the wintry gale On the wintry night. Laughter, song, and tale. Make merry in the light. All be dark without. Bright the firelight glow, Let the wind in rout Drive on the swirling snow; Let a few warm hearts Drive away the gloom. 1'wo or three warm hearts Are stronger than the tomb. Two or three warm hearts Seem to me more dear Than the dreary arts We love to worship here. Two or three warm hearts. What compares with these? Wealth of foreign parts? Or treasure of the seas? Two or three warm hearts. Faithful till the grave. Two or three warm hearts Are all the wealth I crave. When the night of life Closes in. T pray. Let them stay with me Until the dawn of day. NOBSCOT SPRING WATER, TECE BEST -A.3STX5 PUREST. W. H. BULLARD, Gilman Sq., Agent for Somerville. 124 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 7 t PHOTOCRA II.LUJTRATED MONTHLY THE. AM I. RICAN (JOURNAL OF PHOTOGRAPHY k BOSTON PHILADELPHIA CHICAGO DO YOU KNOW Why Wide-awake Teachers everywhere read the “PHOTO ERA” regularly? 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John Bryant’s Sons francis m. wilson UNDERTAKERS XUllbettaRCl' Telephone 123-2. 353 Medford St. Telephone 144 3- 103 CROSS STREET Knowledge bought by years of ErXj3e ierk ce pla.ces us in the front rank as Designers, Engravers, Electrotypers, Color Engravers 'A Printers. Suffolk Engr y ng®. ElectrotypingComp ixy. Suffolk Bldg.,234 Congress St .Boston. CONTENTS OF MARCH RADIATOR. Prince Henry of Prussia, - 126 Editorials................................................127 A Village Character, by Grace Tyler Pratt.................129 The Milton Mystery, “Marsie.” K. H. S., ’02,..............130 The Escapades of Julia, by A. Laurel, L. H. S.,...........132 Old Junk’s Last Run, by Cy Cinder, L. H. S., - - - - - 134 Bobbie, Gertrude M. Grant.................................137 Poems,....................................................138 Prince Henry of Prussia, by Clyde Scott, 1C. ’05,.........139 Public Occurrences. ----------- 140 A Mistaken Impression, by H. M. B., 1C. H. S., '02, ..... 142 Uncle Ben’s Story, by L. B. Landers, 1C.. ’02, 143 Poems. .............. 144 Exchange Notes. ------------- 145 Class Notes, Latin,......................................i4f Class Notes, English..................................... 147 Athletics, «49 PRINCE HENRY OF PRUSSIA. THE RADIATOR' SOMERVILLE LATIN AND HIGH SCHOOLS J E VV O f ATON 1 « � VOL. XI. SOMKRVII.I.l k, Massachusetts, March, 1902. 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, and 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 mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign full name (this is for reference only). Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. Manuscript must be accompanied by necessary postage to insure its return. EXCHANGE EDITOR. ALICE HURT BERRY L. II. S., 1002. BUSINESS flANAGER. H. DELANO L'iRING, K. II. S., 1002. TREASURER. F. KEELER RICE, K. II. S., 1902. Terms, 75 Cents per Year Single Copies, 10 Cents SOMERVILLE JOURNAL PRINT STAFF ARTIST, BELLE O. VVISWELL, K. II. Si, 1002. EDITOR-IN.CHIEF. LAURENCE T. CAIN. L. H. S.. 1902. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. FLORENCE L. BEMIS, E. H. S., 1902. SPORTING EDITOR. EDWARD S. FRENCH, L. H. 8., 1002. CLASS EDITORS. LATIN SCHOOL. HERBERT E. FLEISCHNER, 1902. EDWIN I’. FITZGERALD, 1903. RICHARD D. BELL, 1904. ARTHUR T. SOULE, 1905. ENGLISH SCHOOL. RALPH D. CLEVERLY, 1902. JAMES A. McCOY, 1903. GERARD C. BEAN, 1904. IIAKOI.D CURRIER, 1905. 'J'HERE is one tiling that must be especially no- ticeable to a foreigner who happens to be pres- ent at the celebration of one of our anniversaries; and that is the weak and spiritless way in which we often sing our national hymns. To many of our students the words of The Star-Spangled Banner” apparently are unknown, and some have not mas- tered even the simple lines of America.” Now this state of things is deplorable. We venture to say that some can sing the Marseillaise” or “'The Watch on the Rhine” who, if asked to sing their own national anthem, would be all at sea. So we earnestly hope that, for the sake of appearances, at least, the students will learn thoroughly the words of The Star-Spangled Banner” and My Country,” so that, when called upon to sing them, they may respond with a true American spirit. 1� . K K it jyj 1SS SARAH FOX, of the Latin School faculty, who is traveling in Europe for her health, is at present in Spain, where she has had the unique ex- perience of witnessing a genuine Spanish riot. Miss Fox will doubtless have a budget of stories and adventures with which to entertain her classes in the future. 128 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR HERE there’s a will, there's a way.” Of all the wise sayings that have come down to us through the ages, there is none truer or more often proved than this. Glancing over the pages of his- tory, one may see the illustrious names of men who, by the very strength of their wills, accom- plished things that seemed impossible, and which, ofttimes, changed the destinies of empires. Re- cently we heard of a fine example of will power, pluck, and ambition. A young man in the South, one of the poor white trash, having spent his whole life in a hovel, and associated with the roughest of companions, conceived the idea of founding a paper. Notwithstanding the fact that he had been to school but six months in his life, he went to work, and eventually succeeded in his undertaking, lie called the paper Plain Talk, not for the sake of euphony, but because that was the only name he could form from the type which he had. His great ambition in life, he says, is to raise himself and his family to a higher plane of life than they have hitherto known. Success to you, brave South- erner. Yours are the qualities that make great men. May you, like many glorious Americans be- fore you, raise yourself from poverty and obscurity to fame and fortune. K K K K jX all probability, when this meets the eye of the reader, our royal guest, Prince Henry of Prussia, will be again safe in the Fatherland. And without doubt His Royal Highness will long cherish the memory of his visit to America. But all the respect and deference which was shown him was not on account of his noble birth,—we are too democratic for that,—but, rather, in token of our friendship to the powerful country which he repre- sents. « 1SS MABEL E. BOWMAN, who for the past six months has, in a most satisfactory mauner, performed the work of student teacher in the Latin School, has accepted an excellent position in the Lexington High School. Miss Bowman has two successors,—Miss Shirley M. Hunt, a graduate of the Latin School and of Smith College, and Miss Mary A. Ford, who comes from Radclifife. v v � � E have seen so many comments in our various exchanges declaring that the Radiator is one of the best school papers in the country that we ourselves arc beginning to think it must be so. III LE we would advise all the High School stu- dents to work hard and strive with their ut- most abilities to master their studies, we would ad- monish them, at the same time, that All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Interest yourself in some one of the numerous institutions of high school life, be it in athletics, debating, or the Radiator. It will add zest to your studies, and prove an interesting diversion. Above all. put life and spirit into everything you do, and be assured you will succeed. it it it it learn with pleasure that the school board has taken action in regard to bettering the facili- ties of the high schools. It is proposed to build a new Latin School cast of the present site, and to enlarge the English School. As the latter building is at present greatly overcrowded, and as the ac- commodations of the Latin School are really out of date,” these improvements will be received with the greatest appreciation. And let us add in con- clusion that an office for the Radiator would not appear out of place in either building. K , ? BEL LAUREL has completed his first install- ment of ‘‘The Escapades of Julia,” which we present to our readers in this number. By the way, lest any reader of the Radiator may fancy that we sanction lawlessness, let us hasten to say that Mr. Laurel informs us that, although Fortune favored both Jimkins and himself for a time, nevertheless the inevitable doom of the thoughtless, as well as the guilty, overtook them in the end. But Mr. Laurel will tell us about this in his next installment. K ► I� 'j'HE Radiator is indebted to F. Keeler Rice, English. 1902, for services as acting assistant manager this month. The resignation of Mr. Nichols of Latin, ’03, left a vacancy which no one in his class seemed anxious to fill, and as the jx sition is a strenuous one. Mr. Rice’s services are particu- larly appreciated. K Ql R genial instructor in music, who for three weeks was confined to his bed bv illness, is at last at school again. Really, we missed our music— or. rather. Mr. Hadley. r E are indebted to the Boston Globe for the cut of Prince Henry used as a frontispiece this month. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 129 A VILLAGE CHARACTER. By Grace Tyler Pratt, VERY New England village has much material of interest to the student of human nature; for there is hardly a hamlet which does not contain some life so humorous in its contradictions, or so heroic in its load oi tragedy, silently and uncomplainingly borne, as to be worthy of notice. W ould it not be well if every village had its scribe, who might faithfully record something concerning these characters, as a source of interest and profit to coming generations? One little village which I have in mind lias con- tained many such characters, one of whom was old Mr. May. the village storekeeper. At first view his lot would seem most prosaic, for his life was one dreary round of duty. As his house was half a mile from his little shop, and as his business, which consisted in selling an occa- sional spool of thread or roll of lozenges, did not admit of a clerk, he traveled over the road between his house and shop six times a day. No matter what the weather or occasion might be, the methodical old gentleman had been at his store at just such a minute every morning, noon, and night for forty years. No storm was so terrific, no na- tional holiday so important as to stand between him and business. For a long time his tall, dignified figure had been one of the landmarks of the vil- lage, and one could tell what time it was by the point in the road which Mr. May had reached. Whenever he met any one on the street, he al- ways gave a low and courtly bow, and passed the compliments of the day with great dignity. Occa- sionally, too, in addition to his formal greeting, he would make some terse little observation which showed the poetic vein which ran through his na- ture. ()ne autumn day, when a touch of red was discernible in the foliage of the mountains', lie re- marked, Autumn is just peeping over the hills.” After meeting a schoolgirl at a certain point in the road every day for several years, one morning he said with a pathetic little smile. Shan't you be glad when you and 1 graduate? His formal manners did not leave him when he entered his emporium of trade. No eager plebeian thirst for gain permitted him to omit the dignified greeting with which he favored each possible cus- tomer. A little dressmaker will never forget the implied reproach she received one day. when, rush- ing into the store, in her zest to match a spool of silk, she forgot the customary greeting. Hut she had scarcely begun her question in regard to her purchase, when she was interrupted by the calm, rebuking tone of Mr. May wishing her Good afternoon.” Whereupon, realizing the enormity of her offense, she hastily retrieved her mistake. His store, from the sign above the door. Dry Goods, Stationery, and Yankee Notions,” to the figured chintz on the upper shelves, was a veritable curiosity shop. In a show-case suspended on the wall was a large wax doll, which I remember was the admiration of my childhood. She held this honored and central position on the wall for years. When last I visited the store during Mr. May's lifetime one of her glass eyes had dropped into her head, and her attire looked somewhat out of style; yet she preserved her old-time air of dignity and superiority. Though she had long borne a dusty placard an- nouncing her price to lie one dollar. 1 can hardly imagine the sensation which would have been pro- duced in the mind of Mr. May, and the havoc caused among his wares, if some rash purchaser, en- tirely wanting in a sense of the proprieties of life, should have boldly demanded the wax doll in ex- change for a plebeian dollar. Hut it was not the waxen image alone which gave an air of dignity to the store. There was the same atmosphere of ancient respectability about every- thing in it. The peanuts, from their time-honored position in a glass jar. seemed in an unobtrusive way to make the hot ones sold on city streets com- mon and vulgar. It was so with the sticks of braid, which, in their old-fashioned hues of magenta or drab, cast a silent reproach on the gayer, more modern shades which customers vainly tried to match. Even the yardstick in the hands oi Mr. May seemed a rod of unswerving justice, equity, and power. If a caller stopped at the little white house in a by-way of the village after store hours, or on Sun- day. he found the same dignified, courteous Mr. May. Yet here he was a trifle more unbending, and showed a high-bred hospitality which mellowed the stateliness of his manners. As one looked at the picture of a bright-faced young man. and at the trophies of the sea or of foreign lands, that Mr. May showed to visitors with a certain mournful pride, one realized the tragedy of Mr. May’s life. For Willie, his son. a boy of nineteen, had gone to sea and never come back. After a prosperous voyage to Australia, he had started on another cruise on a ship whose fate was never known. When the letters which gave life all its brightness to the occupants of the May cottage suddenly ceased coining, the anxiety of the parents did not give place to hope- less certainty until many weary months had rolled by. Then Mr. May kept on in the even tenor of his way. showing no sign of his grief save that his hair grew white and new lines came in his face. Why is it that in the small New England village there is so much of the hard tragic element? To the superficial observer it would seem that the clos- ing scenes of a life into which so little brightness had come might have been rendered calm and trail quil by propitious circumstances. Hut stern fate 130 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR decreed otherwise. The income of the little store, which had always been a mere pittance, grew gradually less and less as hard times came on, until it became inadequate to supply even the few neces- sities of life required by Mr. May and his wife. Though an occasional gift from a kindly-disposed neighbor helped them over some hard places, yet a long illness of Mrs. May made matters worse, and at length, when poverty stared them in the face, the only refuge for them in their old age seemed to be the village poorhouse, a security full of horror to the mind of self-reliant Mr. May. But he was spared this last great sorrow. ()nc snowy day in December he came to his store for the last time. A customer, struck with the feeble appearance of Mr. May. ventured to say that she hoped he was not ill. Whereupon lie smiled wanly and said that it had taken an hour for him to get to the store that morning. Then, with a return of his usual dignity and an etYort at cheerfulness, he added. “But I atii pretty vigorous for one of my years. The next day. for the first time in forty years, lie did not appear at the store, and two days later he died of pneumonia. Though the doctor said that he suffered much, he did not complain, but was calm, courteous, and gentle to the end. A few weeks later his little stock of goods was sold at auction to pay his petty creditors. As I looked at the curious, eager crowd pressing around the store, while the auctioneer stood on the steps and almost contemptuously slung off for a song the treasured articles, many of which had lain on the shelves for years, it seemed like sacrilege. As I saw the revered wax doll held up, and heard the joke of the auctioneer, I turned away my head. THE MILTON MYSTERY. “ Marsie ' E., '02. OLKS in the little village of Milton said Enoch Bland was an old miser. Further than that they could say nothing. But they allowed that lus daughter Mary was “a right fine gal. Sam Norton, who was head cashier in the village bank, said she was the finest gal in the whole town. And Sam ought to have been a good judge, for he had been up to Boston twice, and even gone inside one of the large theatres. Night had fallen, and Farmer Bland and his daughter sat at the table in the sitting room of their little house on the hill. The dull light of a small lamp showed a plain room, with four bare walls save for an empty mantel. Enoch Bland was not an old man, but was one who had lived a hard life of toil. His unkempt beard and hair were gray, and the wrinkles on his face seemed premature for a man of fifty-seven. 11 is chair was drawn up close to the table, and he was laboriously endeavoring to read the fine print of a weekly which lay before him. Across from him sat his daughter Mary, the pride of the village. Plain and neat she seemed only at first glance, but a closer scrutiny revealed clear-cut, well-formed features and a clear complexion. Her knitting lay idle in her lap, and she was looking steadily at the man before her. Father, she said softly. Well?” growled the one addressed without look- ing up from his paper. Father. was the low answer, I think Sam Nor- ton wants to marry me. 1 expect him to ask me to-night.” lie be going to propose, be he? Well. I guess I’ve got a little to say in this matter. Wants to marry ye! Not while I can support ycr, no man sech as he ain’t going to marry my daughter.” The girl knew better than to argue the matter with her father, and, sighing, resumed her knitting. The old man gathered up his papers, and, with a surly Good night, left the room. He had scarce departed when a knock was heard n the door, and Sam Norton entered. His long boots were covered with mud, and his open coat showed that it was unusually warm for a September night. He nervously wiped his Hushed face, as he said, Good cv’nin’. Why, Sam, what’s the matter? asked Mary anxiously. You don’t seem well to-night. You ain’t sick, arc you?” Yes, Mary. he answered, I’m sick. And I’m growing worse and worse every day. I can’t stand this uncertainty. Don’t you know what I mean? 1 want you to be my wife.” Man Bland did not turn pale; neither did she blush. Without emotion, she answered him quietly, yet firmly. Sam, she said, some other girl will have to be your wife. 1 spoke to father to-night about it, and he said that as long as he was able to support me. no man was going to make me his wife. He drew a thousand dollars from the bank to-day. and to-morrow Lawyer Green will be here, and the last of the mortgage on the farm will be paid. You know I can’t leave father, and------- She got no further. Sam Norton took his hat from off the nail, and stood ready to go. Mary. he said (he was slightly paler, but had lost his nervousness), Mary, of vour father 1 will say nothing, for your sake. You are the only girl 1 ever loved, and I will win you yet. Mary. he continued, have you no love for me?” Yes. Sam, she answered. I love you. but I am powerless to persuade my father.” Sam stood with his hand upon the latch. By God’s help.” he said. I will have you.—or by the devil’s.” And he was gone. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 131 Angrily lie strode out to the gate. He almost broke the hinge as he banged it after him. With long strides he started down the hill. hen he had come he had whistled merrily, but now no sound escaped his lips. llis fists were clenched, and his set face looked most dangerous. Suddenly in the road before him appeared two men, Heavy clubs in their hands. He immediately recognized them as two men of the village, Rob Long and Rad Mike Hart. They drew aside to let him pass. He was evidently not the man they were looking for. Sam Norton stepped up to the taller of the two. “Bob he said, I didn't think this was the way you got your deposits. Damn ye, growled the man, ye think ye're smart, don't ye. I'll brain ye before I'll let ye go back to the town and blow on us, an' it wouldn't be my first experience, either. Rob, replied Sam quietly, I’ve got a job for you, and there’s a thousand dollars in it. Re ye speaking the truth, Sam Norton, gasped the man, or is it some trap ye want to get us into? 1 swear by the God above. was the reply. Put it there,” said Rob, extending his hand. Sam did so, and the bargain was made. Farmer Bland drew from the bank this morn- ing, said Sam, ten one hundred dollar bills. He took them home with him. It will be easy for you to get them. And he explained how it could be done. Rut how about ye? answered the man softly; what are ye going to do? Have us caught, so as ve can play the hero act and the old man to let ye marry the gal? We ain't so young as ye think. “As long as you don't harm the girl, I swear to say nothing of the matter. Remember, now, said “Bob. in a dangerous manner, ef ye blow on us, we’ve got friends. An' they won’t be gentle as to how they handle ye, either.” and they started up the road. Sam watched them for a moment as they neared the house, and then turned and resumed his jour- ney. Beads of perspiration stood out on his brow. He was thinking of the danger that might come to Mary, but at last he would win her. Farmer Bland would not be able to support her. Meanwhile the two men had reached the house. In an instant they were on the roof of the piazza, and climbed in the bedroom occupied by the old man. Across the hall was Mary’s room. “Mike,” whispered Bob, watch that room, and don’t let the girl come in here. I’m going to find the money. Stealthily he gagged and bound the sleeping man. and then started to search the old desk in the cor- ner. Suddenly the door of the room opposite opened, and Mary Bland appeared, a spectre. In her hand was something shining. “Drop that, miss.” was the warning from the doorway; “drop that gun and stand facing the other way.” She raised the pistol and pointed it at the kneel- ing figure, but. before she could fire, the weapon in the hands of Rad Mike had spoken, and she sank to the ground a motionless heap. With an oath Rob” Long fired two shots at the body of his confederate. 1 he fire was not returned. Softly lie crossed the room and turned his dark lantern on the prostrate body of the girl. The aim had been true, and from an ugly wound in the temple her life blood gushed forth. Here’s a pretty pickle, growled the man. and just after I had got the green safe and sound. Well, they won’t find you here to-morrow, my hearty. I'll take you down to Devil’s Cove and let the quicksands have another meal. Carefully lie bandaged up the head so that no tracks would be left as a clue, and then, placing the body on his shoulders, went down stairs, out the back door, and started for the river. It was not a long walk to the Devil’s Cove, and the man knew his path well. Few people knew why it was called Devil’s Cove, yet all knew that when the little five-year-old son of Squire Hanson went down there to fish one day, he disappeared. Instinctively all avoided it, and even the cattle knew better than to go there to drink. Rob Long placed his burden on the ground. He soon found two large stones, and tied them to the body. Then he lifted it and advanced to the water's edge. Already the sands have reached his ankles. He has often gone that far, and has always been able to extricate himself, but has he counted on the heavy rains and the condition of the loose sands? Suddenly he realizes that the mass has reached his knees. He throws aside his burden. The body, weighed down with stones, sinks quickly. The man watches it. fascinated. Slowly, but surely, he is sinking. He tries to free one leg, but in vain. The warm sands draw him slowly, slowly down, down to—hell. Already it has reached his waist. He places his hands on the ground in an effort to retard his progress. Instantly they are submerged. The gurgling mass has reached his armpits. He is raving now. swearing, crying for mercy, but the yellow sand continues to rise, and the man still sinks. Naught but his head remains visible now. the mouth is closed, and the eyes are staring, glassy. He opens his mouth for a last time. The sands rush in and choke him. The top of his head and his hat are yet above the surface. Now they are gone, and the sand will tell no tales. The next morning, when Lawyer Green came, he found Enoch Bland weak, but yet alive. He was revived, but could tell nothing of what had hap- pened the night before. His mind had given way under the strain, and he was an imbecile. The dead body of Rad Mike Hart was sent to the coroner for examination. The affair caused great excite- ment all over the state, and although many detec- tives were put on the case, the body of Mary Bland was never found. A few days later Sam Norton was dead bv his own hand. With him departed all knowledge of the tragedy. And the mystery of Milton remained unsolved. 182 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR THE ESCAPADES OF JULIA. By c lbel Laurel, L’02. IN TWO PARTS. Part 1. T was in my Junior year that 1 had the honor ot being elected a member of the Kappa Phi Eta Prat.” As this fraternity comprised only a select lew, and the most popular men of the class, 1 felt extremely proud of the honor. The fiat had a suite of three handsome rooms, and here we spent almost every spare moment of our time. On the evening that my story opens about ten of us were seated about the great open fireplace of our curiosity room smoking our pipes and cracking jokes. Our curiosity room, by the way, was tile room in which we kept all our treasures. In each corner were large signs of every description, while the walls were adorned with innumerable Hags and trophies which we had captured from other trats. ()f course I need not explain where we got the signs, but, 1 tell you, we were proud of them. On this particular evening, just as Hal Davis, our stalwart president, was telling one of his latest yarns, the door opened and Swanson came in. He banged the door after him, kicked over three or four chairs, and then sat down on the piano stool and began to drum “Yankee Doodle.” Confound you, yelled Davis, as he hurled a sofa pillow at the musician, can’t you keep quiet till 1 finish this story? Pull hint off, some one, and shut him up.” The offender was quickly dragged off and thrown on the sofa. bellows,” he began, we are all done up. I’ve just been over to the Phi Sigma, and they’ve got a sign that beats us all hollow. We can’t hold a candle to it.” We all jumped up, and Davis never finished his joke. The Phi Sigma “Prat” was a Senior crowd, and our bitterest rivals. But we always prided our- selves on having the best collection of sign-board art in the college. It was no wonder we stood in consternation when Swanson informed us we were beaten. After watching the effect of his words, he went on : They’ve got an Indian, and he’s a corker. They must have got him from some tobacco shop up town. He’s got a pipe in his mouth. Anyway, he beats anything we’ve got.” Mr. President.” said a little piping voice. I can tell you where we can get the biggest hit yet.” We all looked at the speaker in amazement. It was Jimkins. the grind, who was always regarded as the model of propriety. Where is it?” we all cried at once. “Up town in the West End, outside a French mil- linery store. I noticed it to-day. It’s a wax figure of a woman dressed in great style. It will be a winner if we can get it.” Jimkins, you’re all right, said Davis approv- ingly. We will now draw lots to see who will get the thing.” He went to a desk and took out twelve cards, two of which were red. Now, fellows,” said he, I will pass the hat around, and we’ll each draw a card. The men who get the red ones will have the honor of saving the reputation of the club.” With the luck that I usually had in such cases. I drew a red card. My heart jumped within me. I had never undertaken anything of the kind, and 1 had a wholesome fear of the law and of the faculty. I knew if we were caught in a thing of this kind, it would mean expulsion from college. But 1 never thought of backing down. 1 looked around to see who was to be my comrade. It was Jimkins, the heavy grind. 1 had hoped it would be Davis, or Greene, or anybody, in fact, but Jimkins. For I thought that Jimkins. with his puny form, would be of little use to me. The rest of the night we spent in planning how to get the dummy. It probably would be covered after dark, and that would necessitate more work. Finally it was decided that we should start the next night with a closed carriage, and take an axe. a crowbar, and a large monkey wrench. Jimkins promised to see to all details, which surprised me greatly. So when I left it was with the under- standing of meeting Jimkins the next night about a half mile from the clubroom. The next day I was so restless I managed to flunk in everything. Jimkins. on the other hand, seemed as cool and undisturbed as a sphinx. The dav wore on slowly, and it was with a feeling of re- lief that I heard the clock strike ten. I hastily put on my coat and set out for the meeting place. Jimkins was there, seated on the box of a hcrdic. Jump in. Harry,” he said when lie saw me, every- thing is ready.” I leaped into the vehicle, and Jimkins set off at a gallop. He had seen to everything as he had promised. There was a small axe. a crowbar, and a huge wrench. After about a half hour of hard driving, we drew tip at our destination. Everything was quiet. The night was foggy and damp, and very few people were out. There was the milliner’s dummy, to be sure, but it was covered with an immense box. This we removed without much difficulty with the wrench, but we found that the dummy itself was not so easy. We both worked like beavers. I chopped and tugged, and little by little it yielded. One more whack and we’ll have it,” cried Jimkins. He proved to be right. We grabbed the fake lady” by the waist and rushed her to the hcrdic. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 133 Jimkins opened the door, and I thrust my bur- den in. Just then we saw an excited man running toward us. He had seen us pushing the dummy in roughly. Murder! he yelled at the top of his voice. But we did not wait to explain. Jimkins hounded to his seat, whipped up the horse, and we drove furiously toward home. We dared not go to the club at that hour of night. Jimkins soon drew up and alighted. Harry, he said, the only thing we can do is to take this up to my room ; we can’t take it to the club to-night. All right, I answered, drive on. No. that wouldn't do either. My place is right around the corner. Here's the key; take the thing up to my room while I go home with the hack. By good luck I succeeded in getting our capture up to Jimkins room. As I sank into a chair, 1 breathed a sigh of relief that my troubles were over. I did not realize that they had just begun. The fellows all came up the next day to sec the curiosity, and to congratulate us on our success. They were delighted with the lady, whom they nicknamed Julia, for at the base of the dummy was painted in gold letters Julie Carte, Trench Millinery. Jimkins composed some doggerel to the tune of John Brown, but instead of those im- mortal words we sung Glory, glory be to Julia.” We did not deem it safe to remove Julia for some time yet, for it was said the police were piping our frat. All would have gone well had not Swanson, after admiring our waxwork, left her standing up against the front window. Professor Stcbbins was just crossing the street, when lie chanced to gaze up to Jimkins’ room. There by the window, her hat on the side of her head, her hair all deranged, and her face dirty, he espied Julia. He stopped short in amazement. Jimkins was his protege, and this spectacle in his room moved the professor strongly, and he rushed across the street. But 1 had seen him from the window and guessed what was up. Quick, Jimkins, quick! 1 cried; here comes the professor. He must have seen that dummy. “Well, what are you going to do? he said, smil- ing. I had to admire Jimkins more each day I saw him. We've got to get rid of her!” 1 exclaimed. “All right, he said, still cool. The professor began to pound at the door. “Let me in, Jimkins, he said sternly. The latter grabbed a lasso from the wall, tied it around Julia’s neck, and, opening the back window, he suspended the dummy on a hook. Then, throw- ing himself into a chair, and picking up a book, he motioned me to open the door. Good morning. he said blandly, when the red. angry face of Stcbbins appeared. “I’m so glad you’ve come. I’ve had an awful hard time with that Plato. The professor stared in amazement. Jimkins. who was that awful looking creature I just saw in your room? Sir,” cried Jimkins in well feigned indignation, what do you mean? Stebbins was nonplussed. He went to both closets and opened them ; he even looked under the bed. but of course he found nothing. 1 beg your pardon, Jimkins, lie said weakly. 'I thought 1 saw something up here. 1 was mis- taken. He seemed so taken back that I almost felt pity for him. Jimkins followed him to the door, assur- ing him that no harm was done; we were all liable to mistakes, etc. No sooner had he gone than Davis came rushing up the back way. Tor Heaven’s sake, what’s the matter, Harry? he cried. Why, what is the matter? I asked. Why, he continued, that crazy old maid next door has been running around the streets yelling ‘Murder!’ at the top of her voice. She says there’s a woman hanging from this window with a rope around her neck, and there’s a big crowd gathering out in front.’.’ Tor the first time I noticed that Jimkins was get- ting nervous. It's that dummy again, he mut- tered to himself. I rushed to the window and drew in Julia. Quick! I said to Davis, we must get her out the back way. Davis pulled in the lasso, closed the window, and rushed after me. But now we were in a quandary. We did not dare to venture out on the front street, but a happy thought struck Davis. If we can only get her up to Perk’s, lie said, we’re all right. Perk was our professor in Latin, and at present lie was absent from college. Davis luckily had his key. Tor- tune again favored us. Davis went around the front way and admitted me through the back door. Perk’s room was two flights up; but we got there without accident. Davis opened the door, and we bundled Julia unceremoniously into a large closet. Then we returned to Jimkins. A great crowd had gathered in front of the house, and in the centre was the old maid who had made the trouble, moaning dismally and wringing her hands. We elbowed through the throng and ascended the stairs. There were three policemen searching the place. Jimkins had regained his composure. Tel- lows.” he said on catching sight of us, '.‘these officers assert that 1 have murdered some one and hung her out my back window. They're looking for blood now,” he continued with a wink. Davis and I burst out in loud guffaws, which greatly angered the guardians of the peace. After having thoroughly searched the room, they, too, laughed, whereupon Jimkins offered each a cigar, and begged them, for the sake of humanity, to go out and drive the crowd away, and to arrest the crazy woman who had caused the disturbance. Once more we had saved Julia,” and at last we thought we had her safe. But no. the fates were against us. [To be continued.] 134 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR OLD JUNK’S LAST RUN. Ey Cy Cinder, L. H. S. ERE were a few, but a very few, old runners on the IL O. who stopped occasionally on their way through the round-house to look upon her, sadly, and then, as the remembrance of the days of her glory came to them, to sigh thoughtfully, and to reflect in their own rough way, How are the mighty fallen! They remem- bered her exultant in the strength of her youth, as she came thundering along with the coaches of the hast Mail strung out behind her in a long, swaying line. Now they beheld her an old, worthless wood- burner, neglected and cast aside to die. Was there anything in her fate to warn them of their own? Perhaps so. At any rate, thy sighed and moved on, a trifle more bent and aged looking. One of these veterans was Tommy Tucker, the very oldest runner on the 1� . O., and Old Junk's former engineer. Tommy was a little, wiry, old man, with a pleasant twinkle in his blue eye, and a hearty word for all, from the oiliest wiper to the president himself. The B. O. bestowed upon Tommy a comfortable pension, in consideration ol the fact that Old Junk had once taken it into her stubborn iron head to mix him up in the debris of a wreck she had made, and hold him tightly against her boiler until she could roast him to a turn. So Mr. Tucker spent his old age quite serenely and comfortably, limping through the round-house every day to find in the engineers' room a warm corner where he might sit and tell to his later-day brethren remarkable stories concerning the old gal's deeds and misdeeds. The old gal was Tommy’s pet name for his former engine, and by the old gal he swore. Many a pleasant noon hour did I spend listening to him as he held forth upon his favorite theme, Old Junk and her departed glories. No Caesar ever had a more eloquent Anthony. Men gave the old wood-burner a bad reputation. They called her a hoodoo, and not without rea- son. In the early 'sixties, when the East Mail plunged down the embankment at Bear Creek, it was Old Junk that led the fearful leap. In '71, when the Limited jumped the track at Orinoco, Old Junk was in the van. The 1� . (). men all agreed that she had not finished her lifework yet. A well- regulated hoodoo, as every railroad man will tell you, always abides by the Rule of Three, and never stops short of a trio of accidents. How Old Junk would accomplish her third wreck it was not easy to say. Yet it was an almost undisputed fact that she went forth on stormy nights and ran ghost trains over the line of her conquering march of yore. So there was. as you doubtless perceive, no telling what she might not do. If the state had not given a mechanics’ exposition at O-----, this story would not have been written, and Old Junk would still be rearing her huge. clumsy tunnel-stack in Stall I. of the roundhouse at I ----, with the big moguls and compounds, the iron steeds of the Aurora of a dawning century, circ- ling scornfully about her and snorting contemptu- ously with their smoking nostrils. But we are dealing with facts. The state did give an exposi- tion. and, accordingly, Old Junk was resurrected. One morning early in July Tommy Tucker her- alded the great event, and the news spread like wild-fire from one end of the yard to the other. I was shaking out the Canadian express when the Deacon came down the yard and hopped upon the platform to ride a way with me. The wheezy little shifter, with a sudden kick, sent us bowling along toward the great bunting-post at the end of track ten. and as 1 tugged away at the brake the deacon told me about it. Old Junk and Tommy Tucker, the 1� . O.’s oldest engine and engineer, were to represent the road at the exposition. The old wood-burner was already on her way to the shops where she was to drink of the fountain of perpetual youth, and Tommy, as usual, was sitting in the en- gineers' room, modestly receiving congratulations and avowing that the old gal would kick up some tall ructions before she reached O------.” In this opinion all his audience agreed with him, said the Deacon with disgust, for he was a rare and marvel- ous specimen of the railroad man, an engineer who not only was not superstitious, but who was, in ad- dition, neither unduly blasphemous nor intemperate in the use of the cup that cheers and also inebriates. I t was even darkly whispered that he sometimes at- tended church, hence his soubriquet. 1 knew that the Deacon’s word was to be relied upon : he was also known as Truthful Teddy among his fellows, and vet that Old Junk five years buried was to be resurrected seemed incredible. Time proved the story true, however. One day in early September she reappeared upon the scene, resplen- dent in a gorgeous new uniform and followed by her consort, an old B. O. passenger coach that had once been run upon the fast mail. The It. (). officials had rescued it from the clutches of a hot-dog man who plied !iis trade upon the streets of ()----, and now it rolled along bright in a coat of fresh varnish, and shining in the September sun as a bridegroom cometh forth to meet the bride, or to carry out the Biblical thought along a slightly dif- ferent line, as a sheep to the slaughter. Old Junk, however, outshone her consort. Her jacket gleamed with renewed lustre, a bright, new bell dangled in her bell socket, a new headlight adorned her head, and on the splendid name plate beneath her cab window was writ in letters of fire. Jeremiah 1’. Junkett.” This, it might he well to say, was Old junk's proper title, given her in honor of the first president of the road. But the new generation of jumper-clad toilers, imbued with none of that respect which the past had had for its SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 13;') first chief, clubbed the old wood-burner Old Junk, and as Old Junk she was known to every man on the 15. (). Now it fell to the lot of the Deacon and me, de- signedly, I suppose, because of our sacrilegious disbelief in the Rule of Three, to escort Old Junk to O-----. Toward evening on the day of her re- appearance, the yard master came upon me wash- ing up. preparatory to going home, at one of the numerous hydrants scattered throughout the yard. ' I want you to go to O----on that old passenger coach, Kiel, he said, Them's the orders from the office, an’ I call it a good idea. No tellin’ what that miserable old rattle-trap will do. All right, I answered gloomily. Bright visions of a warm supper faded from my mind. The yard master seemed to read my thoughts. in my day. An’ let me tell you one thing! I don’t ride in the same cab with a fool that don’t know enough to cuss when his pay-roll’s short! I’ll ride on my own engine! He strode off with as much dignity as his lame leg would permit of, and clambered stiffly into Old Junk’s cab. Hank Simons, the Deacon's fireman, watched him thoughtfully, and shook his head. P’raps he knows what he’s talkin' about, after all, lie said. The Deacon turned on him angrily. You’re just such another fool as Tom! he declared. You keep your eye on thet steam-gauge, an’ don’t worry about anything else! What arc the orders. Deacon?” I asked. We’ve got the right of way to O---. answered the Deacon, leaning out the cab window, and hand- THE CANNON Git your grub at ()-----. kid,” he said, an’ charge it to the road. Who’s going with me? 1 asked, as I started for the shanty to get my coat. The Deacon. was the reply. Sure enough, before I had reached )ld Junk and her consort. I saw No. 99, the Deacon’s engine, backing down upon them. Just as 1 had finished shackling No. 99’s tender to the old coach. Tommy Tucker came limping along. Better go round. Deacon. he said, an’ hitch on t’other end to. The old gal won’t stand it to be dragged along by her heels like that.” The Deacon laughed derisively. Quit that blame nonsense, Tommy, ’ lie said, an’ git aboard here. You can have Hank s scat. I guess.” “There ain’t no nonsense about it,” retorted Tommy. Pvc been railroadin’ about as long as you, I guess, an’ I’ve seen some pretty queer things PAUL ‘ EXPRESS. ing me a yellow slip. The next train is the Can- non Ball. She leaves in half an hour. I said, with a glance at my watch, and she’s a hustler. You’ll have to do your best.” If I can’t keep well ahead of her with this light load. I’m a lobster.” said the Deacon. All right? All right! I said. The Deacon opened the throttle notch by notch, and No. 99, with a few pre- liminary hissings of her cylinder cocks, began to forge ahead. As the rear platform of the coach passed me. I swung myself aboard, and we were off. The Deacon intended to make fast time; I could see that at once. When we were clear of the yard, with its network of switches, and out upon the main line. No. 99 began to roar along through the deep- ening darkness, screeching like a fiend. Standing on tiie platform, I could sec by the glow from the open fire-box door Hank Simons swinging to and 136 SomekviLuc high school radiator fro, with his long iron fire-hook in his hand, and the Deacon watching now the track ahead, and now the fit fid steam-gauge. 1 began to pace up and down the aisle of the old coach. I was nervous, I admitted to myself. I did not believe the marvelous stories concerning Old Junk, but the weird glow from Xo. 99’s fire-box, the darkness rushing by outside, the mournful shrieking of the whistle,—all these bade me believe them. 1 went out upon the platform behind the old wood-burner’s tender, as if to keep an eye upon her. Tommy Tucker’s grizzled head was peering forth from the darkness of Old Junk's cab. What his thoughts were I well knew. Poor old Tommy! How out of place he seemed, riding along at that fearful clip on his miserable teakettle of an engine! But our gait was not as fast as it had been, and it still continued to lessen. 1 went back to the other platform. The Deacon was now bestowing his entire attention upon the steam-gauge. Evi- dently Xo. 99 was steaming poorly. I looked at my watch; it was 8.10. We were losing ground, and the Cannon Ball was gaining upon us dangerously. Woe unto the Deacon, did he delay that train ! Right ahead of us was a long, curving up-grade known as Rocky Ridge. It was an upward slope of nearly five miles, in places quite steep, but oftener gradual. Still, 1 knew that Xo. 99, steaming poorly as she was. had a hard task before her. We began the ascent. It was a long, weary climb, but in ten minutes we had nearly gained the summit. Xo. 99 had done better than I had dared to expect. I could hear the Deacon pouring forth his gratitude in a lusty, old-time Methodist hymn:— On the mountain's top appearing, Lo! the sacred herald stands!” Hank Simons climbed up upon his scat, and wiped the sweat from his brow. We had won. in spite of Old Junk and her bad name. There was only one more short stretch of up-grade, and then a level track. I started to re-enter the coach. Just then 1 felt a slight jar. and the car came to a stop! A second later it began to move down hill! I understood in an instant. Old Junk and her aged companion had parted company with their escort! Either the new couplings were at fault, or else the old wood-burner’s uncanny tendencies: which, 1 shall not. cannot undertake to say. At any rate, the pin between Xo. 99 and the coach had broken, and Tommy and I were bound down Rocky Ridge to meet the Cannon Ball! I turned and ran out upon the platform again. Feverishly I tugged at the brake, it was of no use. In their desire to preserve the antique appearance of Old Junk and the ancient passenger coach, their remodelers had fitted them out with utterly useless accoutrements. I saw at once that it would be im- possible to stop them. I rushed to the other plat- form, and clambered out upon Old Junk's tender. Plunging madly forward, I flung myself into her cab. Tom!” I cried, for God’s sake, jump! We're lost!” Tommy was working away at the brake upon the old wood-burner's tender. 1 grasped the wheel, and together we wound up every inch of the chain, but without the slightest effect. Old Junk was in- creasing her speed every instant. Let's jump, Tom! 1 said. Kid, said Tommy calmly, you can jump, but I stay here and go it once more with the old gal. ’ He grasped my hand and pushed me toward the step. Give my regards to the boys, and tell the Deacon lie don't know beans from sauerkraut. Now, jump!” I clambered down upon the little iron stirrup. Once more 1 paused. Come, Tom!’’ 1 called. Come! Old Tom had perched himself upon his seat, and grasped in his hardened hand the useless throttle, lie was going to his death with his boots on. He looked out the cab window and shook his head. He did not stir from his post. The old gal an me has been it many a time to- gether, he said grimly, an' we'll go it now, if it's to-----! Good-by and good luck, kid. Jump!” With my left hand low on the brass handle be- neath the cab window. I swung my right leg back and forth a few inches above the ground, gave my whole body a slight backward fling, and jumped! 1 struck the ground with a force that seemed to drive my feet through the top of my head, and fell, rolling over and over. 1 felt a sharp blow on the head, and brought up against the banking beside the track. For some moments 1 lay quite still, but finally mustering my strength, staggered to my feet. There was a strange roaring in my ears, and I felt faint. But 1 started down the hill on the run. A few rods below the spot where I had landed the embankment rose to an unusual height. The sides were steep and rocky, but 1 scrambled up them like a mountain goat. When I had gained the summit. I could see tar down the track. The night was dark, and there was no moon. But far below me I saw the headlight of the Can- non Ball, and flying to meet it a black, shapeless object that I knew was Old Junk. Even as I gazed they came together, and a column of smoke and sparks shot high into the air, illuminating for a moment the whole scene. Then all was black- ness again, and while my heart was heavy for the wretched passengers upon the Cannon Ball, I knew that in the horror of that wreck was the very fu- neral pile that Old Junk and Tommy had chosen. Then a little blaze started forth from the dark- ness. It was the debris of the wreck catching fire. I ran toward the little glimmer of light, and. as 1 ran, it began to grow larger and to spread in all directions. I cursed Old Junk from the depths of my heart. For they that she slew in her death were more than they that she slew in her life. And the Philistines beheld a spectacle they had not bargained for. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 187 BOBBIE. By Gertrude M. OBBIE sal in the broad window seat, a disconsolate little heap of misery. I), near, he sighed. 1 wis 1 had some one to play wif. Von is pweity good, Twippy, but, then, you is nuHin but a doggie. Trip wagged his tail in sympathy. Being a dog of a remarkably amiable disposition, he was not offended by his master's evident depreciation of his company. Besides. Bobbie and '1 rip were united by a common bond of grief. To state the case clearly. Aunt Bettie, the con- stant playfellow of Bobbie and Trip, had cruelly de- serted them. That is. she was shut in her room, presumably with a headache, and. as every one knows, a young lady with a headache cannot be ex- pected to amuse small boys and dogs. Now Bettie Blair was hardly the girl to succumb completely to a slight indisposition of that sort. Perhaps there was another cause of her seeming neglect of her little comrades. Bobbie had made his aunt a call, and his sharp eyes immediately discovered the loss of the ring which for the last six weeks had graced the third finger of Aunt Bettie’s little left hand. Furthermore, auntie’s eyes were suspiciously red —Aunt Bettie. who had not been known to shed tears since the time Bobbie was so ill. and young Dr. Rutland saved the household pet for the ador- ing inmates. The doctor's visits still continued, although it was a year since Bobbie's illness. Of late he had come very often, and one evening, after a protracted interview between Dr. Rutland and Bobbie’s papa, who was also Aunt Bettie s guardian, a splendid diamond appeared mysteri- ously on Aunt Bettie’s finger. But to-dav the ring was gone! Has you lost your pwetty wing. Aunt Bettie?” inquired Bobbie. To which auntie gave no answer other than a choking little sob. Bobbie con- tinued :— ‘ I fink Dr. Paul could cure your headache. P’raps he could find your wing. too. ‘cause he found mamma's pin ’n my gold dollar. 1 le s a gweat man to find fings. Mamma says he has a perfect talent for it.” By this time Aunt Bettie’s face was buried in the pillows. So Bobbie made an end of his comforting remarks. He dropped a kiss on auntie’s fluffy head. and. departing, with Trip at his heels, betook himself to the nursery. After an unsuccessful attempt to play hide and seek’’ with the dog. Bobbie climbed into the win- dow seat. From this j ost of observation he could see in the distance the green trees of the park. An idea flashed through the brains under Bob- Grant, L'02. bie’s brown curls. He immediately communicated his brilliant plan to the attentive ears of Trip, the result of which was that soon after a mall brown- haired and brown-eved boy, clad in brown, accom- panied by a smaller brown dog. quietly opened the big front door and went down the street. Mamma was out. and the maids downstairs, so no one saw the runaways or dreamed that they were not in the nursery. . An hour later I)r. Paul Rutland, driving in the park, spied a heap of brown lying on a bench. The young man stopped to investigate. By Jove! he exclaimed, it’s Bobbie!” It was, indeed. Bobbie, asleep, faithful Trip standing guard. W hen the little boy awoke he was in the doctor’s arms, spinning rapidly towards home. I guess I is lost. quoth Bobbie coolly. Will you please take me home?” How did it happen, Bobs? “Well, you see. I)r Paul. Twippy ’n me had no- body to play wif. Mamma's away, n Aunt Bettie’s sick. (The doctor started.) She has a headache, n she was cwying ’cause she’s lost her pwetty wing, I guess. So Twip ’n me taked a walk all alone. At this juncture the carriage drew up before Bob- bie’s home. A white-capped inaid rushed wildly down the steps, and, seizing Bobbie, ejaculated:— Sure, Masthcr Bobbie, an’ it’s a nice one ye are to be scarin’ the loife out of us wid ycr pranks, ye spalpeen, an’ Miss Bettie’s that crazy about ye she’s gone out to look fer ye. sick an’ all. An’ here ye are. safe and sound, sure, wid niver a hair on the hid of ye touched.” and Xorah looked as though she blamed Bobbie for returning uninjured. When Dr. Rutland could make himself heard, he asked what direction Miss Blair had taken. An’ it’s her swate silf that’s took the other road to the park. For she said to me. sez she.”------ But the doctor was already half way down the street, driving furiously. Evidently Bettie was harder to find than Bobbie had been, for when the doctor brought her home it was dusk. Bobbie and Trip met them in the hall. Shortly after Master Bobbie appeared to Xorah. bearing a huge box of bon-bons. Dr. Paul has just bringed auntie home,” he an- nounced. but it taked him an orful long time to find her. Guess he found her wing, too, ’cause she’s got it on. ’X Aunt Bettie gived me the candy. Her headache’s all better now. ’n she’s go- ing to take me away to-morrow. Dr. Paul’s going to stay to dinner. He said he could find a pony that would just suit me. Auntie hugged and kissed me like anyfing. ‘X—’n—what makes you laugh so, Xorah?” 138 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Two Seasons, By L. T. Cain, L., '02. In spring, when the snows on the hillsides Have melted, and winter is gone. The brook, like a roaring torrent. Goes sweping and swirling on. In autumn, when Nature is dying, And summer's sweet songsters have gone. The brook, in the still of the evening. Flows silently, placidly on. Unheeding the rocks that obstruct it. The wild, restless waters roll. In the search for the distant ocean, In the strife for the distant goal. And nothing disturbs the sweet quiet Of the flow of its waters free, For soon they shall rest on the bosom And sleep in the arms of the sea. The Southern Princess, By A. M. IV,, S. L. S. The Springtime weeps, the Springtime weeps To leave her southern home; But lo! she comes. The south wind sweeps Her chariot o'er the mountain steeps To meet her northern groom. 11 is locks are white, his brow is sear. His heart is cold and lorn; From castle heights he sees her near, Her train its flaunting banners rear, While dark-eyed Dryads joy to hear The winding of her horn. And Naiads from the mountain side. With lithesome step and free. Come dancing down to meet the bride. And from the castle heralds rifle To bid her welcome be. The northern court is rude and drear. The northern king a churl. But even he is touched to see The beauty of the girl. Swing wide my gates, lie cries, and light, Robin, my minstrel, sing! And let my banners from the height A thousand colors fling! My courtiers don their guest robes bright. To greet my sweet bride. Spring!’’ SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 139 PRINCE HENRY OF PRUSSIA. By Clyde Scott, E.f '05♦ rZTZY . L U E R I W I L L I A M HENRY V v HOliENZOLLERX. better known as Prince Henry of Prussia, was born in Potsdam, August I, 18( 3. His father, Frederick III., was at the time Crown Prince of Prussia. His grandfather was the first German emperor. He is a nephew of King Edward VII. of England, and grandson of the late Queen V ictoria. No pains were spared in his education, which was very lib- eral. He studied the English, French, Russian. Spanish. Italian. Swedish, and Latin languages, all of which he speaks fluently. He learned the trade of watchmaking. He entered the naval service when very young, and has an almost unlimited nautical education. His unusual musical talents received careful training. He has a mellow bass voice, and is considered a fine musician. Prince Henry traveled extensively in his youth, circumnavigating the globe twice before he reached his majority. The knowledge and experience gained during these voyages was of inestimable value to him in later years. On May 34, 1888, he married Princess Louise of Hesse-Darmstadt. Later in the same year his father died, leaving him the greater part of his wealth. His older brother then became emperor. From this time on he has been given command of various fleets of more or less importance. In 1891 he was sent to take care of the China station. At present he is vice admiral and chief of the first squadron of the German navy, lie is known as the most democratic prince in Europe. By one o'clock on March a. 1903, the extensive lawns before the Cambridge city hall were Covered by a jubilant mass of school children awaiting the arrival of the Prince. After seeming hours of anx- ious suspense, cheers from the direction of Central square told the crowd of his approach. As Mayor McNamce and escort descended the steps the school children, under the direction of Mr. Chapman, sang The Star Spangled Banner.” As the Prince drove up the crowd was silent, save for the clicking of cameras. After an exchange of greetings, the mayor pre- sented the Prince with a scroll which read:— The mayor and city council of Cambridge, Massachusetts, United States oi America, greet his Royal Highness Prince Henry of Prussia, and bid him welcome to the city. 1903, March . The Prince read it and thanked the mayor. '1 he children then sang The Hymn to the Emperor, bv which the Prince was greatly moved. After a short chat with the mayor and escort, the Prince started on towards Harvard square. He arrived at Sanders theatre at 1.43 p. m., where the title of LL. 1). was conferred upon him. He was next driven to University hall, where a reception had been arranged in his honor. Here he partook of his first meal since he arrived. He remained at the reception exactly one hour, a great part of which was spent in hand-shaking. The Harvard Union was next visited. Major 11 igginson was the first speaker. His last words were. Now, Harvard men, our greeting to Em- peror William.” The college boys responded so vigorously that they could be heard a hundred yards from the building. R. C. Rolling was the next speaker. R. M. Green read a poem written for the occasion. Cheers for Prince Henry fol- lowed. which out-rivaled the former demonstra- tion. When Prince Henry arose lie was greeted with hand-clapping and more cheers. He concluded his speech by proposing that three cheers be given in real Harvard fashion for Theodore Roosevelt.” gain the building was filled with tremendous echoes. While all this was going on. a happy, light- footed messenger boy. aged about twelve years, was hurrying towards the Harvard Union. He had a precious message for the Prince from his brother. He walked hastily up the steps and was about to enter the door when he was roughly col- lared by a burly porter, who asked, Who do you want? I got a telegram fer dc Prince,” replied the boy. But he was not permitted to enter, and was sent away, much to his sorrow, without seeing de Prince.” The telegram contained congratulations from Emperor William upon Prince Henry's receiving his degree. This the Prince read aloud, and was greeted with more cheers for Emperor William. The Prince then proceeded to the Agricultural building. 11 ere the people had a fine chance to see him. as he walked the entire distance. All were im- pressed by his stately six-foot-two” figure. His face was brown as a nut, owing to his exposure to the sun during his service in China. His eyes, though rather small, saw everything. As he smiled his lips parted in a peculiar manner, display- ing a fine set of pearly teeth. By his side walked President Eliot. Behind them came Fighting Bob” Evans and Professor Munsterberg. Xext came Admirals Von Tirpitz and Von Seckefidorf. Then came the long proces- sion of officers and professors. The people were awestricken, and the silence was impressive. After spending some fifteen minutes in the Agri- (Conllnaed ou page 144. J 140 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR E, B. L. Gentleman's Night. Since the organization of the E. B. L. Club three years ago, the members have been prominent in nearly all the social events of every season. They have scored success in the dramatic line, have organized theatre parties, have given dances and entertainments of various kinds, and now, for the third time since have tendered a gentleman’s night to a favored few of their acquaintance. The party was held at the home of .Miss Ida M. Stodder, 20 Stickney avenue, on the evening of Fri- day, February 2J. The rooms were very appro- priately decorated in blue and buff, with an occa- sional glimpse of “Old Glory” tastefully interwoven. The first hour of the evening was occupied with whist, after which prizes were awarded to Miss Ida M. Stodder, Miss Ruby White, Brooks Crosby, and Guy P. Moses. Many amusing games followed until the party adjourned to the dining-room, where a bountiful supper was served, the caterer being Mr. Hicks, of Chari:stown. William Wyman, president of the Senior class of the Boston English High School, was called upon to make an after- dinner speech on the life of George Washington. This humorous selection, in which the cherry tree played a prominent part, afforded much amusement. The never-failing dance concluded the entertain- ment. the music being furnished by Bond’s or- chestra. which played throughout the evening. Those present were: Misses Aline Hanscom. Blanche Holman. Irene Horton. Florence Bcmis. Grayce Wing. Ruby White, Ida Stodder. Alice Stodder. and Edward French. William Wvman. Fred Ashton. Louis Keyes, Pcrlcy Scott. Guy Moses, Charles Russell, and Brooks Crosby. -------------------------------- Valentine Party. On Wednesday evening, February 12. Miss Bertha P. Marvel entertained her German class at her home, 11 Greenville street. The house was dimly lighted, and decorated with all conceivable symbols of Dan Cupid. When the large party had gathered, valentines were purchased by the young ladies and gentlemen, who were compelled to pay some novel forfeits. When the gentlemen had paid their forfeits and found their valentines. the party sat down to a valentine supper. After doing full justice to this, the party adjourned to the library, where hair- raising ghost stories and singing were enjoyed. At a late hour the party broke up. Those present were— Misses Eleanor G. Luscomb. Edith Winn. Persis C. Olney. Jessie B. Stamford. X. Blanche Daniels. Gertrude M. Hallett. ()ctavia Stewart, Ida L. Rand. Lottie Draper, and H. Stuart Xolan. Reuben P. Pritchard. Thomas O'Connell. William E. Staples. Charles A. Russ. Walter B. Sanborn, and Ralph I). Clcvcrley. ______ The Comedy Club. After a most successful presentation of The Rivals last season, we have every reason to antici- pate from the members of the Comedy Club a very artistic performance on the evening of Tuesday, April K . The plays that have been selected. King Rene’s Daughter and Xancc Oldfield. show great contrast, the former being a most beautiful Tristan of the fifteenth century, and the latter a rich English comedy of the seventeenth. While the absence of two members of last year's cast cannot fail to be noticed with regret, then- places have been ably filled, and the dramatis personae arc as follows:— KTXG REXITS DAUGHTER. King Rene.........................E. E. Prichard Tristan de Vaudemont ..............G. M. Wing Sir Geoffrcv......................L. B. Landers Ebn Jahio'........................M. B. Wellner Sir Almeric.......................A. F. Trochu Bertrand........................... F. L. Bends lolanthc....................Miss Jessie Emerson Martha......................Miss M. Louise Dyer SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 141 NANCE OLDFIELD. Mrs. Anne Oldfield......Miss Florence L. Remis Nathan Oldworthy.................L. R. Landers Alexander Oldworthy................A. F. Trochu Susan.....................Miss Grayce M. Wing The efforts of all have been earnest and untiring, and as the “bill” is under the direction of Miss Eda Lulette Nichols, success is fully assured. The patronesses arc: Mrs. Julia Aldrich, Mrs. Sanford Hanscom. Mrs. Edwin Cullin. Mrs. E. 1 Hadley. Miss A. Marion Merrill. Mrs. C. T. C. Whitcomb. Miss Florence M. Paul. Mrs. Charles Leonard, Miss Grace Edlcfson, Mrs. Harry Jones. -------------------------------- S. T. D. Club. The S. T. I). Club held a meeting March 3 at the home of Gerard C. Bean, 138 Lowell street. A very enjoyable evening was spent. Edward J. Fal- len played several selections on his violin. At 10.30 a collation was served. ----------------- A Minstrel and Vaudeville Show. A minstrel and vaudeville show will be given in Unitarian hall on the evenings of April !) and 10 by many well-known members of the high schools. The minstrels are being coached by Leon E. Dad- mun. They will occupy the stage the first part of the evening, followed by some fine vaudeville acts. (hitside talent will furnish excellent singing and dancing. The management is putting forth all effort to make this performance an unqualified suc- cess. 'Pickets may be procured of Manager Freund, E., '02. The Baseball Concert. The annual concert for the benefit of the baseball team took place in Unitarian hall Friday, March 14, under the management of Charles A. Russ. The programme was well balanced and excellent throughout. The stage management was well-nigh faultless, and not a hitch occurred to mar the pleas- ure of the evening. Perhaps the best thing on the programme was the skit given by Mercer and Bell, the former carrying through his part like a seasoned professional. Their duet, O, what a lovely dream,” was very well rendered, and elicited merited ap- plause. Rennet and Grover succeeded in provok- ing a great deal of mirth; they cracked innumerable jokes, new and stale, the latter predominating. But, all in all, the act was very good. Herbert Cur- rier as a hayseed” proved quite entertaining, and E. C. Gavlor told some good stories: but he shouldn't have attempted to sing. Last but not least came the song sheet, which brought forth thunders of applause. The ?oloists, with one excep- tion. sang their parts well, and the chorus was evi- dently well drilled. Many others on the pro- gramme quite worthy of commendation we are obliged to pass over for lack of space. The concert Friday evening, however, reflects great credit on the performers, and likewise on the ingenuity and good management of Mr. Russ. ------------------- Mr. Merrill Lovering, formerly instructor oi manual training in the English High School, has ac- cepted the position of supervisor of that department in the Lyman school at Westboro, Mass. Mr. Lovering was thoroughly devoted to his work and his absence is felt with regret by all, although he has an able successor in Mr. John M. Jaynes. However, we wish him all possible success and hap- piness in his new work. Judge— If half what the witnesses testify against you is true, your conscience must be as black as your hair. Prisoner— If a man's conscience is regulated by his hair, then your honor has no conscience at all.” He (fervently)— You are the only girl I ever loved.” She— Oh, what a lot of fun you have ahead of you!” Confiding Stranger— That girl was flirting hard with me two minutes ago, and now she won't look at me.” ()thcr Man— Perhaps she saw me come in. I’m her husband. Drawing Teacher— Who will define a polygon? Bright Roy (under his breath)— A dead parrot.” Last night 1 held a little hand, So pretty and so neat, 1 thought my heart would burst with joy, So wildly did it beat. No other hand unto my heart Could greater solace bring Than that one which I held—which was I‘'our aces and a king. Joaker— Well, that's the coolest eavesdropper I ever knew. Croaker— Who ? Joaker— That icicle.” Does heat expand? the teacher asked, “If so, examples cite.” The days are long in summer,” said The student who was bright. Papa— Where's my umbrella? I’m sure 1 put it in the hall stand.” Willie— Guess Mabel’s beau took it when he went home last night. Mabel— Why, Willie—the idea! Willie— Well. 1 heard him say, Tm going to steal just one.’ ” The man whose life hangs by a thread. Perhaps beyond all hope, Is better off, by far, than he Whose life hangs by a rope. 142 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR A MISTAKEN IMPRESSION. By H. M. B., E. H. S., '02. O you know,” said Jack Morris to his sister one morning in December, l have been thinking of late of my old friend, Fred York. 1 should like to know what became of him. ' Didn't he have some trouble about the property when his father died? asked his sister. Well, no, replied Morris, no real trouble; Fred isn't the sort oi a fellow to make trouble over anything of the kind. 13ut it was a most peculiar will. ‘Old York’ was a peculiar fellow, anyway. There was quite a property, but according to the will, Fred was left only one thousand dollars, and provided with a home on the old estate until he was twenty-one. When he became of age, the homestead, and all the money except that one thou- sand dollars, was given to some distant connection of the family,—a fourth or fifth cousin,—an old maid, I believe. Fred had never seen nor heard of her. Well, 1 must be off to the office. 1 really should like to see Fred.” That night when Morris returned home, a tall dark-complexioned gentleman about thirty years of age, whom he introduced as My old chum, Fred York, accompanied him. You know,” he added, there is an old super- stition that if your thoughts dwell continually on a person whom you have not seen for a long time, it is a sign that that person is coming to see you. I don't know but I shall have some faith in that hereafter. I had just left the office to-night when I met Fred. His business is going to keep him around Roston for a month or two, and 1 have urged him to make his headquarters with us. If you, mother, will add your powers of persuasion to mine, I am sure he will consent.” Mrs. Morris heartily seconded the invitation of her son, and York consented to become their guest. Later in the evening, when the two young men were alone, the conversation turned, as it so often does when old friends meet after a long separation, to reminiscences. By the way, York,” said Morris, what did you think of that old-maid cousin of yours, who so easily stepped into your shoes at ‘The Elms’?” A cloud crossed York’s pleasant face as he an- swered, Rah—I’ve never seen her, and I don’t want to. I left home the day before she arrived. I couldn't bear to sec a stranger in the old place, and especially such a creature,—Matilda Skil- lings,—a typical, cranky, down-east, old maid, I’ll warrant; probably the old house is now devastated of all its draperies and bric-a-brac, for fear that there might be a ‘dust-catcher’ round.” Morris saw that the subject was distasteful to his friend, and he at once adroitly changed the conversation. The reception at Mrs. Radcliffe’s was one of the social events of the season. Fred York had re- ceived an invitation with the Morrises, and soon after he had entered the brilliantly lighted recep- tion room he found himself bowing before a slender young lady, with light, wavy hair, and dancing blue eyes, and half listening to the low Allow me to present Mr. York, Miss Skillings; Miss Skillings, Mr. York.” All the evening York followed with his eyes that slender form as it moved gracefully about among the guests. At many of the social events which he attended with his host, he met her again and again, and lie learned that she was a Maine girl and was visiting an aunt in Boston. The business which was to keep York about Roston was indefinitely prolonged, and his friendship with Miss Skillings increased. A year passed. Miss Skillings and Mr. York were again in Boston, and before long York had secured the promise that within a year Blanche Skillings would become his bride. (hie evening, as York was leaving her. Blanche suddenly put a letter into his hands, asking if he would kindly mail it. as she had neglected to do so. As York took the letter he casually glanced at the address, and started suddenly as he read:— The Elms, 21 Grand View Avc., X------- New York. Do you—do you know people there?” he asked, hesitatingly. Know people!” Blanche replied, laughing, well, yes: I have simply written home to tell my mother that 1 shall return next week, as I told you I must do.” Home!” York gasped, home! I thought you came from Maine.” So I do: that is. that was mv birthplace, but for the last nine years 1 have lived at ‘The Elms,’ an estate left me by a distant uncle of mine. It was a peculiar will,—the son,—why Fred, what is the matter? Arc you ill?” York was looking at her with a dazed expression on his face, repeating, inarticulately, The Elms— your home—why—I thought,—” Blanche looked at him in astonishment for a few SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 143 moments, then a gleam of understanding came into her eyes and she cried, Oh. is it possible? Can it he that you are Uncle Ben Morris’s son? It is I that for all these years have deprived you of your rights. Oh, Fred, forgive me, 1 never knew it. I tried to find the son that was mentioned in the will, but was wholly unsuccessful, and several years ago gave up the search. I’m sure I've nothing to forgive, my dear,” re- plied York, recovering himself, but—I thought— the property was left to a Matilda Skillings, and your name— Is Matilda Blanche Skillings. I have dropped the Matilda lately. I never liked it. The wedding guests had all assembled at The Elms.” As Jack Morris passed through the wide, beautifully-decorated halls, with the prospective bridegroom, he said, jokingly. It doesn’t look as though 'the typical old maid had removed all draperies and bric-a-brac for fear that there might be a dust-catcher round.’ does it?” York laughed happily as he answered, Well, hardly, and instead of being a ‘cranky old maid,’ she is the dearest young maid that I ever knew.” UNCLE BEN’S STORY. By Lizzie 3. Landers, E., '02. US'I one short story, Uncle Ben,” pleaded little Alice, as she climbed upon my knee, “and then we will be off to bed.” Well, children, draw your chairs nearer, and I will tell you how 1 went to war way back in ’?( . When I was a lad like your brother Jack there, I lived in Vermont on the old farm where you go every summer to visit grandpa. I had always been a worthless sort of chap, and caused the old folks plenty of trouble. “When the War of Independence broke out. I wanted to enlist at once, but father said, ‘No, you arc needed on the farm.’ Well, as I was saying, the war broke out in all its fury, and I. Ben John- son. hoed away on the little farm. The winter of 187( -” 7 was a hard one, and the stories of the terrible sufferings made the blood run cold in our veins. I grew more and more im- patient, but father pacified me by saying I could enlist in the fall. Spring wore away; summer came, and with it the news that Burgoyne was going to attack the American supplies at Bennington. Now was my chance! I could go to war in earnest, for the Red- coats were coming to the very town in which I lived! What excitement reigned! Every farmer, father and son, equipped himself with some kind of weapon. 1 remember well it was the morning of August HI. 1777. The sun looked down on a group of farmers who knew little of war except how to fire a gun. But we were brave and patriotic, and vowed that the ‘Redcoats should never take the town,’ for that meant our homes and our families. “General John Stark was our leader. There is his picture on the wall, children. On that August morning those piercing black eyes flashed fire, and I believe it was those same eyes that saved the day. 1 he Redcoats, splendidly equipped, presented a most formidable spectacle, and it seemed as if we poor farmer lads must surely fall. And man after man did fall; bullets whizzed by our ears, our ranks grew thinner and thinner; and John Stark grew desperate, as did the rest of us. ‘There are the Redcoats, and they are ours or this night Molly Stark sleeps a widow!’ shouted the general, as, with sword uplifted, he led us into that hell of fire. Our ammunition had almost given out, and with the butts of our bayonets we held our foe at bay. 1 happened to be stationed near the old flag, the same one that hangs on the wall there. From the first it had waved gloriously from the front ranks, and in vain had the Redcoats tried to tear it down. One plucky fellow reached our line, and, with his sword uplifted, motioned as if to strike the good old ban- ner down. I raised my bayonet over my head, and, summoning all my strength, brought it down with one fearful blow on the fellow’s breast, felling him to the ground. I looked to make sure he was beyond doing more harm. when. Heavens! I recognized the face! Could it be? Impossible! 1 had left Jack Trenton in England many years ago. when father and I had sailed for America. ‘Jack !’ I cried, kneeling closer. He lay motionless. Probably stunned, I thought. I looked around for aid. “By this time the Redcoats were fast retreating, and I was on a battlefield strewn with dying men. “In vain I tried to rouse him. It was useless. The beloved companion of my happy childhood lay prostrate at my feet. Cold—silent—dead!” 144 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR PRINCE HENRY OF PRUSSIA. [Continued from page 139. J cultural building:, asking questions about the work of the students, they departed for the Hememvay gymnasium. The Prince was very much interested in the gymnastic work, but especially in the crews on the rowing machines. Dr. Sargent fully explained these to his highness, who proved an interested pupil. After visiting the trophy room, the Prince took a drive through the college grounds, thence to Professor Munsterberg’s home. Mere he presented the gifts of the Emperor to the Harvard Germanic museum. During the hour and a quarter of his stay, the crowd, by no means a small one. amused itself by bombarding the students in the building opposite with snow. The students retaliated by blinding their tormentors bv the aid of mirrors. Four wine bottles placed upon a third-story win- dow sill to cool soon became a target. Two students in the window above disappeared for a moment. then returned with a string. On the end of the string was attached a wire noose, and about two feet up was a weight. The noose was dropped over the neck of the bottle, then the weight jerked around in various directions until the noose was tightened. Then the bottle was drawn up ’mid cheers that would have made most princes jealous. Three of the bottles were taken captives, but while fishing for the fourth, the string was dropped to the ground. When the Prince emerged from Professor Mun- sterberg’s house he was greeted with cheer upon cheer. The students struck up Die Wacht am Rhein.” As the people looked for the last time at the Prince they cheered themselves hoarse. Go wherever you might choose that evening and you would hear, See the Prince? Fine chap, isn’t he? or from the juvenile enthusiasts. Oh, we seen the Prince. or as often, We seen the king of Germany.” A Fancy. A. W„ L. H. s. In the small hours of morn, When the first flush of springtime dawn Throws from the South a fainting ray. Earth’s eldest daughter conies with footsteps light, Pattering along the nursery floor, And draws aside the quilt of white, And secs the little ones once more. But lo! they slumber still, and once again She draws the snowy counterpane. Let them sleep on, says gentle Rain, Until the dawn of day.” Smile. L. T. C„ L„ '02. If troubles rise before you, And your heart is full of care, Ii the strife is all against you. And misfortune everywhere, Stoop not ’neatli your burdens, Nor seek escape your trial; But look forth to the future, And smile. For smiles are like the sunshine, Scatt’ring joy where’er they fall; And raising hopeless hearts to feel That gladness is for all. So should the storm rise darkly, And clouds on clouds should pile, Look for the sun behind them, And smile. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 145 EXCHANGE NOTEi There is an overabundance of stories oi the Revolution in the various exchanges for this month. Some contain situations ridiculous in the extreme. Can one imagine the dignified General Washington making in person a raid upon the pantry of a colonial housewife? Vet this is what one writer’s vivid imagination depicts. The raid is. however, not for provisions, but for prisoners. British soldiers, whom the charming daughter of the house has calmly locked up therein. (The pantry must have been conveniently large, and the Englishmen conveniently tractable.) In sev- eral stories charming daughters' take as pris- oners whole troops of British, or obtain important papers bv most treacherous deceit. Perilous rides to the American lines give action to these tales, and the fair one invariably gains her end in perfect safety. But there are many well-written readable stories. In the Monthly Chronicle An Old Xcgro’s Tale is worthy of mention. Jler Crazy Man in the Pennant promises to be amusing, and we are anxious to read the concluding chapters. The editorial page of this paper is extremely good. Cherry Ripe,” another of its stories, is very taking. We hope the exchange editor of the Tahoma isn’t really as cross as the picture which heads her column. That is. indeed, terrifying. We are much interested in this bright Western paper. Another excellent article on the Children's Crusade” appears in the Phoenix. The Stylus is new to us this month. It seems rather flashy. An Old Norse Musician, which appeared last month in the Monthly Chronicle, has been much commented upon. We wonder if those interested know that the original violin mentioned in that ar- ticle is in the possession of Professor J. Jay atson. of Boston, who traveled with Ole Bull’’ for more than thirty years. The writer has often seen and heard this famous old Stradivarius. The cover of the Student is very pleasing. The most noticeable of its contents is a bright little story entitled Avoid the Appearance of Evil. ------------------------------------ A green little Freshman, in a green little way. Some chemicals mixed, just for fun, one day, And the green little grasses now tenderly wave O’er the green little Freshman's green little grave. Teacher— What is the masculine of duchess?” Johnny—“Dutchman!” 1 saw a man drop fifty feet from a window to- day.” Was he killed? No, they were pig’s feet. A canner, exceedingly canny, One evening remarked to his granny, A canner can can everything that he can, But a canner can’t can a can, can lie? The potatoes’ eves were full of tears, The cabbage bowed its head, There was grief, alas! in the kitchen that day. For the vinegar’s mother was dead. When the men get caught in the fast-moving stream, what would you call that? I’d call it (a) current jam.” Rounder has written a rather clever little book, ‘Don’ts for Club Men.’ ” Humph! The 'don’ts’ don’t worry me half so much as the dues.”—Philadelphia Press. Edith— Mamma, didn't the missionary say that those savages don’t wear any clothes?” Mamma— Yes, dearie. Edith— Well, mamma, why did papa put a but- ton in the missionary box?” The boy stood on the burning deck— So far as we can learn, Stood there in perfect safety. He was too green to burn! Son— What is the board of education?” Father— When I went to school it was a pine shingle. Boston Street Car Conductor—“How old are you, little girl?” Little Girl—“If the corporation has no objec- tions. I would rather pay full fare, and keep my own statistics.” SONGS ADAPTED TO LIFE. Seasick Passenger— There is a happy land. The Typesetter- - The mistakes of my life have been many.” A Woman’s Reason— Because.” 'Hie Gridiron Fiend— After the Ball.” How did Goliath pass into unconsciousness?” David rocked him to sleep.” Advanced Theorems in Geometry, Proposition I. What is so rare as a day in June?” 1. June has 30 days. 2. February has 28 or 29 days. Therefore, a day in February is 1-15 rarer. Proposition II. To prove that a cow is carnivorous:— A cow’s main food is grass. All flesh is grass.”—Bible. Therefore, a cow is carnivorous.—Q. E. D. 146 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 1902. Cain in Latin: Sec how I do not hear,” Our Latin teacher says that the boxing described in Virgil was in cruelty equaled only by modern football. 'Peachcr— Proctor, that noise looks like yours.” Two bits from C. D. I .: Huge responses (pre- sumably lies) and Weeping clouds. A letter to the Juniors: Dear Juniors,—Please protract your lessons in the Greek Readers as much as possible, and then have a thorough review. We are obliged to resume Greek composition as soon as you get through. Again, don’t hurry. Yours for superiority. S. L. S., '02. Isn’t it a shame the way R----- murders trans- lations? Three of his specimens: “The ship stands in the country off the city. Evidently this is not an amphibious ship. Acestes fell from the bottom of the helmet. They hurled wounds at each other.” Have you noticed how solemn and quiet C. D. P. has been of late? He is writing an epic on Love.” Canto 1. will be published in the April R.vihatoh. Why is it that N----is so fond of sweet Annie Laurie ? Some of our boys are so inflated with learning that they converse in Latin. For example: Ronus ah, Good by, and Xunquam animus. Never mind. The plans for several sleigh rides were unmerci- fully sleighn. '1'he Omega Deltas gave a very delightful party to their gentleman friends at the home of Miss Ethel Sturtevant on March . Some very cute prophecies were written. Refreshments were served, and games enjoyed until a late hour. Wild animals I have met”: The elcphantom (at night), the girafter (on the roof), the hippopoto- mustard (at the lunch counter), the kangarooster (in the hen house), the cockatoothpick (at dinner), the jackalpaca, chimpanzebra, chipmunkey (at the menagerie). 1903. Jennings translates gemini as fairies. Some of those gemini seem to be real flesh and blood when they give vent to their sorrow in the wee sma’ hours of the morn. Heard in History 1.: I see the page, but I don’t see it. Rather vague. The Sigma Ni Fraternity held a regular meeting at the home of its secretary. Miss Edith Carleton. on Friday afternoon. One of Dickinson’s originals: Curva valle re- condo. I hide myself in a curve in the wall.” Teacher (demonstrating physics)— On which side of the lens were you. ‘A’ or ‘C’?” Pupil— I was on the C (sea) side. Reach would have been better. 'I’he Phi Delta and Quindonian basket ball teams will meet on Friday evening. April 11. Let every- one turn out and support the yellow and black in this the last game of the season. Wanted : Class notes of all kinds. All thankfully received, and no questions asked. Editor may be found in the Latin School any time between 8.30 and 1.30. How lonely our physics class looks! All are requested to be particularly attentive to the Latin scansion as rendered in division I. Im- provements on Virgil's metre are given very fre- quently by ambitious students. The Aeneid was classified lately by one of our men of letters” as a “pipe dream.” Surely Latin has firmly seized some of us. One of our classmates, while playing basket ball, was heard to shout wildly. Conticuere, conticuere.” It is reported unofficially that his opponent fell down the stairs in his efforts to get away. [Continued ou page 148. j SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 14 1902. Gracey thinks seriously of selling his brains. 1 le tells us that good prices are offered. With the return of bright days we look forward to the re-appearance of the waffle man. Prince Henry should be invited to Somerville. ()ur lunch counter would demonstrate the Ameri- can appetite with little loss of time on his part. McGann has a hard time with his make-up slips. Can’t some one recommend a good authority on precedence? Are you supporting the class socials? The l oys who lend their heads and voices to the baseball songshcet will receive a place in his- tory’s pages worthy of their efforts. Somcr, Soraer, Somervilla, The boys of red and blue. The S. C. I’. S., a gander club of the senior class, has adapted A Merry Life for a club song and have a parody on its verses which ought to be printed. 'Phis song is to be aired at the club’s first ladies’ night, March 22. The basket ball team is dead. Cause, competi- tion. The watchword in Room :J —Close the door quickly, II2 S. When the announcement was made that a young lady would demonstrate the touch method in Room 30, several seniors were seen hurrying to the first floor with their hands clutching their zechins. An apology is due Mr. Abbott for the typo- graphical change of sex which the February Radiator made in his name. Many members of IV. English B are deaf in their Latin ear.” We all miss Mr lladley very much, lie is the true man indispensable, and we hope for his rapid recovery. According to the historians of 1902, Plutarch was a French historian, and Dante was an eminent Greek poet. IV. English B in recitation:— Instructor— Read the conversation only.” i upil (reading in high falsetto voice)— What dost thou see, Rebecca?” Rut Rebecca’s reply was lost in the laughter of the class. J903. Cummings, oi Room 35, sometimes forgets there are other Cummings in his class. We sincerely regret that Mr. Whitcomb had to leave the class dance at such an early hour on ac- count of having to leave for New York by the midnight train. All class notes gladly received. Highest cash prices paid. The class dance held on Tuesday, March 4, 1902, was a very successful affair, both financially and so- cially. The hall was very artistically decorated with flowers, cushions, parlor lamps, and drapery, and in one corner was the class pin on a background of an American flag and draperies. Mr. and Mrs. Whitcomb and Miss Merrill acted as patrons. A. — Why arc eggs cheaper now? B. — Because Germany has sent her Ilen-er-y to us.” Watkins was very disappointed when he got a corner seat in music. 148 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 1904. Only two more reports; everybody work hard. Farnum is the new baritone in the Glee Club. Heard in Elocution: Grecly is working for power, and not for marks. The tintinnabulation of Room 30-A is Miss Bell. The biology pupils have recently been out search- ing for wild (lowers, and. what is more strange, they found them! Allen is our next representative to speak in the hall. Ed.— I wish my report was better.' Pipin—“And so do I.” He is a great (height) Hight. We are all sorry to hear that Russell has left school. Our class team won from Latin, 04, by a score of 30 to 22. The fine work of Frost and Douglas were the features of the game. You nuisiVt expect to read notes in the Radiator if you don’t pass them in. 1905. Ware in elocution: I defy the honorable gentle- man.” looking straight at our class president. Is Ware going to turn anarchist? Brown says Hawthorne was thrown out of the custom house. Master Lacount says in algebra that the father is four years older than the son. Classmates, remember the editor sits in Room 17. ------------------------------- March. L. T. C, L.. '02. With gloomy and lowering visage March enters upon his short reign; He sees his friend Winter a-dying. And his heart is hardened with pain. But soon the sweet image of Springtide Drives back his mad thoughts of despair; He yields lo her gentle caresses. And sinks to his rest with a prayer. ------------------ Well, Seniors! have you begun exchanging pictures yet ? Our track team, though at present containing no recognized stars, gives promise of developing a few in the near future. Just a few more weeks and the baseball season will be on. Thank goodness! Baseball will come as a welcome relief after all these wearisome games of basket ball. Latin Notes. [Continued from page HG.J 1904. Something new in Greek grammar,—the sub- junctive of exhaustion. Caesar talked to his soldiers in plain English.” The Greek hoplites must have had large wings, judging by the number shot. There passed a weary time. Descriptive of a study hour. I lave you estimated your loss in the recent fire? It would not do to send Miss R----to the gro- cery store—she forgot the t.” Misfortunes never come singly. Neither do exams. Stevens has been getting quite swell (with the mumps). Why didn't you weep when we sang the dirge for Cock Robin? What has become of our duelists? 1905. The Room Seven Literary Club held its third meeting on February 14. There was a very suc- cessful debate on the subject: Resolved, that the Filipinos should be granted self-government.” Miss Cole, Miss Griffin, Master Rosenfeld, and Master Ham spoke on the affirmative side; Miss Whitman, Miss Howe, Master Nichols, and Master I urell on the negative. The deciding committee reported in favor of the negative side. The presiding officer was Master Hinckley, and the secretary Miss Robinson. A----r says that Grecian slaves were known as civilized animals. The '01 graduates of the Hodgkins School are forming an alumni association. Teacher—“What docs lugio mean?” Pupil—“Lug means to carry. Captain Haflford wishes to announce a game of basket ball with the English Sophomores on March 18, when there will be an opportunity to see the semi-finals of the interclass games. A good ’05 crowd is expected. We should like to have a better supj ort from the girls at our class games. We hope they will take tins hint and turn out in large numbers at our next game. Chairman Elliott, oi the pin committee, wishes to say that twenty more pins are needed to secure the pin at the proposed price. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 140 Basket Balk English, '04, 30; Latin, '04, 22. The fourth game in the Interclass League series was played Wednesday evening, March 5, in Bacon hall between the Sophomores of the two schools. Although it was a very stormy night, there was a fair-sized audience. The teams were very evenly matched and the result was in doubt until the time was called, file English school won. 30 to 22. The men of both teams played a fast game, it being very hard to pick the best men. The line-up:— E. H. S.,’04. L. II. S., ’04. Fallen (Capt.), f......................g., Wyman Remick, f....................g.. l’earson (Capt.) Bean, c................................c., Lawson Douglass, g............................f., Getchell Frost, g...............................f., Osgood Score—English, '04. 30; Latin, '04, 22. Goals from field—Bean, 5 ; Wyman. 4 ; Remick. 2 ; Pear- son, 2; Frost, 1; Douglass, 1; Lawson, 1. Goals from fouls—Frost, 3; Pearson, 1. Referees— Dickinson and Runey. Umpire—Fitzgerald. Timer—Stone. Time—20min. halves. E. H. S., '04, 30; L. H. S., '04, 22. On Wednesday evening. March • . the English High School Sophomores defeated the Latin Sophomores by a score of 30 to 22. The game was close, and it was not until the second half that the winners secured a lead. Bean and Remick excelled for the winners, and Wyman and Osgood for the losers. The line-up:— E. H. S., ’04. L. H. S.. ’04. Remick. l.f........................r.g.. Pearson Fallen (Capt.). r.f................l.g.. Wyman Bean, ...............................c., Lawson Douglass, r.g......................I f-. Getchell Frost, l.g.........................r.f., Osgood Score—E. 11. S., ’04, 30; L. H. S., '04, 22. Goals from field—Bean, - ; Wyman, 4; Pearson, 2 ; Remick. 2; Lawson, 1; Douglass, 1; Frost, 1. Goals from fouls—Frost, 3; Pearson, 1. Umpire —Dickinson. Referee—Runey. Timers—Hines and Stone. Time—20min. halves. L.H.S.,'02,48; E. H. S., 02, 39. ()n Thursday evening. February 13. L. H. S., ’02, pulled out a winner in their game with the Seniors of the English School. Both teams worked hard to win, but the more accurate shooting of the Latin School team carried the day. Saunders and But- ters played well for Latin School, and Smith and Pritchard for English School. The line-up:— Story (Capt.), c.............................c., Pritchard Saunders, r.f.............l.g., Lamont (Holmes) Shepard, l.f..................r.g., Russ (Capt.) Wentworth, r.g.............................l.f., Farnham Butters, l.g.........................r.f.. Smith Score—L. II. S.. '02. 48; E. II. S.. ’02. 30. Ref- eree— Peters. Umpire — Saunders. Time — 20inin. halves. Sporting Notes. Fisher, who has covered first base for Somerville for the past two seasons, has been retained on the squad at Tufts, after a stiff cut-down. Saunders, shortstop on the ’00 team. will, in all probability, stop liners for Tufts this season in his old position. Lewis, who took care of the middle garden in such good style for last year’s championship team, is a promising candidate for the Amherst team. Speaking of baseball, what are Somerville’s chances this spring? Can she duplicate her last year’s performance? At the start the outlook is fairly encouraging. Captain Graham, c . Maloney, s.s.. Tift, 3b.. and Hodgdon, l.f., arc back, and will be out. This leaves five places to be filled. Can they be filled? 150 SOMER VILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR The basket ball team, which was defeated by the Melrose High School team on Thursday, February 27, was not the Somerville High School team, as erroneously stated in the Boston papers, but a team picked from those who use Bacon hall for practice. Medford had already succumbed to Somerville early in the season. In the field of track athletics the Interscholastic meet, to be held in Mechanics’ building Saturday. March 22. is holding every one's attention. For the first time in its history Somerville will have its full quota of men in every event except the field contests and the hurdles. In the team races the relay team will try conclusions with C. M. T. S. The entries will be as follows: B)-yard dash, Story, Crane, and Frost; 300-yard dash, Soutlnvorth, O’Leary, Truman, and Story ; (� 00-yard run. Mc- Laughlin. Chandler, and Keyes; 1,000-yard run. Pritchard and Mason; and mile run. Denver. Friday, March 7. at the Boston College Prep” meet, the relay team won a team race from Med- ford High by nearly a lap. Phi Delta Fraternity. A delightful colonial party was tendered to the members of the Phi Delta Fraternity by the Sigma Xi Society at the home of its president. Miss Beatrice Robertson, 71 Park street, on Wednesday evening, February 10. Many novel games were thoroughly enjoyed by the participants, and the evening's fun was brought to a close by a bountiful collation. The fraternity was royally entertained by the members of the Somerville-Harvard Club at the last meeting of the Harvard men in Craigie hall Mon- day evening. March 10. The affair was entirely informal, and there was fun in plenty. A delicious lunch was served. Kappa Phi Eta Fraternity. The club had its picture taken at Purdy’s Feb- ruary 24. The February meeting was held at Ralph Temple’s February 27. The club is contem- plating a ladies’ night for March 31. --------► -.------- “Is Newport a watering place?” “T should think so by the milk you get there.’’ Whitman’s advice to those planning any social event: “Have your event first, and make your plans afterwards.” He speaks from experience. One teacher thinks we shall develop into a class of lawyers. Everybody say something funny, so as to get your name in next month’s Radiator. ------- -: •«---- Tramp— Leddy, believe me, I’m no ordinary beggar; I was at the front.” Lady (becoming interested)—“Really!” Tramp— Yes, ma'am, but I couldn’t make any- body hear, so I came around to the back.” Why is a duck like a doctor?” 1 don’t know. Why?” “They both have a large bill for quack work.” In History—“Savers, who were crushed in de- feat?” Sayers— The Chinese women.” BEFORE THE MID-YEAR’S. Now I lay me down to rest. To study hard I’ve done my best; If I should die before T wake, Why, then, I’ve no exams to take. 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Steele, Public Occurrences, ------------ 166 An April Idyl, by G. M. C., L. ,'02, -------- 168 Latin Notes, -....................-..................................170 English Notes, - - - - - - - - - - - - - 171 Athletics, '73 MR. MARTIN W. CARR. THE RADIATO! SOMERVILLE LATIN AND HIGH SCHOOLS jV. l wo «at©.. TT“ VOL. XI. Somerville, Massachusetts, April. 1902. No. 7. The Radiator is published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year, and 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 mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign full name (this is for reference only). Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. Manuscript must be accompanied by necessary postage to insure its return. EXCHANGE EDITOR. ALICE BURT BERRY L. It. S., IKK. BUSINESS JTANAGER. h. delano luring, E. II. 8., 1902. TREASURER AND ASSISTANT .MANAGER. F. KEELER RICE, K. H. S., 10«. Terms, 75 Cents per Year Single Copies. JO Cents SOMERVILLE JOURNAL PRINT STAFF ARTIST. BELLE O. WISWELL, K. H. 8.. 1903. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF. LAURENCE T. CAIN, L. II. 8., 190.'. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. FLORENCE L. BE.MIS, K. II. 8., 190.'. SPORTING EDITOR. EDWARD S- FRENCH, L. H. 8.. 190.'. CLASS EDITORS. LATIN SCHOOL. HERBERT E. FLEISCHNER, 1902. EDWIN P. FITZGERALD, 1903. RICHARD D. BELL, 1904. ARTHUR T. SOULE, 1905. ENGLISH SCHOOL. RALPH D. CLEVERLY, 1902. JAMES A. McCOY, 1903. GERARD C. BEAN, 1904. HAROLD CURRIER. 1905. JACKING the latter part of the month of March the sympathies of the people of New England were suddenly aroused by the news that seven men of the Monomoy life-saving station had been lost at sea. while trying to rescue the crew of a wrecked schooner. Strange as it may seem, the life-saving branch of the government service provides no pen- sions for its followers. A purse was quickly started, however, by a well-known Boston hanking firm and bids fair to reach the $50,000 mark. Certainly it is a deserving charity to provide somewhat for the widows and orphans whom the cruel sea has rendered destitute. And it is only a tithe of the debt which the public owes to these men who spent their lives in saving others. They did not seek for fame; for they knew that their names would never reach the public unless some terrible disaster oc- curred and they lost their lives in the raging sea. Honor to the brave heroes of Mononiov. They were the friends of humanity. Their’s was the true Christian heroism for. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” «t ak 1' 11K baseball season has opened, and soon the national game will be the principal sporting lotf Somerville high school radiator topic. We sincerely hope that the misunderstand- ing regarding the election of captain will have no detrimental effect on the baseball team. A local paper stated in regard to the election by the Ath- letic Association, that it was a case of the two schools being pitted against each other, the English school for Tift, the Latin for Graham. We beg to take exception to this statement, which, if correct, would make Tift’s election simply a result of greater numbers. The two high schools have always been united by the strongest ties, and it is to this union that Somerville owes her high position in athletics. But to return to baseball. There is plenty of good material this season for a championship team, and we hope to see the boys of red and blue again carry off the banner of victory. Now about the pecuniary support of the team. What we said about football we repeat about base- ball, viz.: A team to be a success must have money behind it. Therefore we urge you. students, each and all, to be loyal and attend all the coming games. And when at the close of the season, the team again receives the championship cup. you may feel that you have done your share toward helping to obtain it. It 1 y BEL LAUREL, who last month contributed the article entitled The Escapades of Julia,” is in- disposed. and cannot be induced to complete his story. In vain we have talked to Mr. Laurel of the glory attendant on an article in the Kadiatok. Mr. Laurel will not listen. A fig for your glory, he says, I want money. As we cannot accom- modate our friend in this respect, and as we feel we are in duty bound to inform the public of the further catastrophes and the sad ending of Julia, we have persuaded Israel Goode, an intimate friend of Mr. Laurel, to complete the story. We present the conclusion in this month's issue. • Vf 1SS E. A. SEAVER of the English school faculty has kindly contributed to this month’s issue of the Radiator a few of her reminiscences and impressions of the Eternal City. Miss Seaver was in Rome during the entire week preceding Easter, and had a splendid opportunity to witness the impressive services which take place in St. Peter’s during Holy Week. a r r. ALTER due consideration, Mr. K. Keeler Rice has been elected to the office of assistant business manager of the Radiator to fill the vacancy caused by the withdrawal of Mr. Charles E. Nichols. J-| OW many of the students, we wonder, have any idea of the circulation of the Radiator? Many will be surprised, wc think, at the statement that the Radiator goes to at least twenty-five states in the Union. From Maine to California we are represented among the leading 1 ligh School papers of the country. And when wc stop to realize that every month the Radiator is read thousands of miles away, it does seem rather sur- prising. What a vast difference,” some will say, must there be in those papers from such far- distant states.” How different school life must be in Oregon and Texas from that in prosaic Massa- chusetts. But no, it is not so. Everywhere among high school students the same feeling exists; the American spirit of freedom, of good-fellowship, and of patriotism. Everywhere is the same attention and interest given to athletic sports. In a few more months we shall relinquish our duties on the Radiator, but we shall ever look back with the keenest pleasure to the enjoyment we have received in perusing the various high school publications of the country. � � � K |'H 1C fiftieth anniversary of the founding of Som- erville High School will be celebrated in a most fitting manner. The celebration will con- tinue through three successive days, beginning Sunday. April 27, with services at the First Con- gregational church. Doubtless many old acquain- tances, who have not met for years will have the pleasure of shaking hands with their old classmates, and calling up the fond remembrances of old times. Here’s hoping that this second reunion will be a success in every way. � . K . - J E have seen a number of photographs taken at Purdy’s, the class photographer, and for real artistic work and beautiful finish we think they stand unequaled. Wc doubt if there is a photog- rapher in Boston who produces better effects, or gives more satisfactory results, than Mr. Purdy. For such excellent work the prices are really phe- nomenal. K J '1' is a somewhat laughable fact, but of late there have been several absentees from the senior class on account of the measles. It would seem perfectly natural for a freshman to have this infan- tile disease (for who approaches infancy any nearer than a freshman), but for a senior, ah, it is sad! SOM KR VILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 157 EASTERTIDE IN ROME. By Etta, A. Seaver. HE illustrious and romantic past crowds in on every side of sunny Italy; but Rome, the city of the Caesars, centres in itself the history of the human race for twenty centu- ries, and it was here we found our- selves when Palm Sunday dawned, bright and glo- rious, the 31st of March, 1901. It was a perfect morning—crowds of people everywhere, and all going to St. Peter's. We went early and had a good stand.” My first im- pressions of this magnificent edifice arc still very vivid, although they have been modified by fre- quent and later visits. The lofty obelisk in the square; the huge porticos on either side, with rows of stately columns; the numerous parapets sur- mounted with statues; all these give a grandeur to the structure that is truly appalling, but one soon feels a sense of oppressiveness and disproportion when he glances toward the dome that is almost hidden by the facade, and steadily recedes if he at- tempts to study it from any one point of view. Fortunately, we were not architects, and conse- sions at every turn, people appeared as pigmies, and the cherubs holding the holy water basin proved to be fair-sized giants. On this particular occasion it seemed as if priests, bishops, and cardinals had gathered from all quarters of the globe, so long was the proces- sion. The chanting by the priests and choir boys might be criticised it one did not remember that all music in Catholic (Italian) churches is sight work. After the service olive branches were dis- tributed among the throngs of people, and palm leaves, blessed by the Pope, were for sale in the square outside. Galleries and villas occupied our time for the next few days. The Vatican, colossal storehouse of the world's most famous art possessions: the Sistine chapel containing M. Angelo’s marvelous sibyls and Raphael’s matchless frescoes in the loggia: the Farnesina, with the mythical Psyche series exquisite in grouping and coloring: the gorgeous Borghese villa, surrounded with acres upon acres of uncultivated fields, long avenues lined with hedges or gigantic trees and adorned THE ROMAN COLOSSEUM. INTERIOR OF THE PANTHEON. quently forgot the inconsistency of things external as soon as the leathern curtain was pushed aside, and we gazed for the first time upon the interior. It is difficult for an unsophisticated traveler to do justice to a description of what greeted my eyes. There was a vastness quite beyond my compre- hension.—everything of enormous proportion: mammoth columns coated with precious marbles; lofty arches spanning the broad space; numerous chapels lavishly adorned, each one a fair-sized church according to our American standard: grand mausoleums in the side aisles and transepts: the high altar and canopy of tremendous weight: and over all the stupendous dome radiant with mosaics. It was impossible to get a sense of true proportion on the first visit,—one met with illu- with shrubs, fountains, and statues. Marguerites, daisies, and buttercups blossomed in profusion, and a merry bird sang from every tree. Those were busy days, crowded full of good things, but nevertheless fatiguing, so we frequently stopped for a lunch of buns and ice-cream. Such a delectable dish I had not tasted before, and have often longed for since. Like the cherubs at St. Peter's, the buns were of heroic size, though light as a feather, while the ices were such as are not found on this side of the water. But the rag market! What tongue or pen can describe it! The piazza given up to booths of all kinds including clothing, tin-ware, jewelry, fish, bronzes, flowers, and what not. It was equal to anv bargain Monday in Boston, as well as a source SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR lo8 of positive pleasure to at least three enthusiastic Americans who sometimes grew weary of seeing things they ought to see, and went bargain-crazy with the rest. Do you think they returned home empty-handed? Curiously interesting as it all was, however, the day was not complete until we had attended a ves- per service at St. Peter's, when another opportunity was given to hear the organ, two centuries old, and the three hundred choir boys. This time the sing- ing of the Miserere was wonderfully good. During the first part of the service, the high altar and canopy alone were lighted with huge candles, (be- cause the twilight lasts long in that sunny land), but gradually the whole place became a blaze of electric lights as the high priest appeared in the balcony of St. Veronica to bless the relics, hundreds of people kneeling beneath. As we went out, we paused in wonderment at the scene before us: the moon rising superbly over the arcades, the hun- dreds of statues silhouetted against the clear sky, the lights on the bridges reflected in the water, and the '' l iber. Father Tiber, to whom the Romans pray looking, as it flowed along, as clear as our own beloved Charles. Of course the Colosseum was visited by moon- light, but our Puritan sense of propriety led us to choose a calm, clear night, with the glittering stars above and the sleeping city beneath, instead of the too popular Tuesday when the Italian band at- tracted the populace within the walls. Some days all galleries were studiously avoided and our time was spent in second-hand shops, seek- ing treasures no less attractive than those that hang on palace walls. We grew wise, as well as rich, from those experiences and saw more human nature than one would find in a palace in a twelvemonth. Our Yankee ingenuity generally enabled us to get what we wanted by adopting the following method: If a cathedral lamp, candelabra, or picture frame were desired more than anything else, we showed no particular interest in the thing, making a casual inquiry only as to the price. This was always atro- ciously high, the scheming Signore assuring us that it cost many times its real value. At this we would merely shrug our shoulders, and reply in somewhat uncertain Italian that the article was of little use to us anyway. Offer me a juste prix. Madame. would be the answer. Five francs was usually the limit. “Im-pos-si-bi-lc; mol to hello; very an- tique ’ was the mixed reply. That was the signal to go toward the door as if about to leave for another shop across the way. whereupon the grasp- ing Signore, who loves a lira better than his life, would seize the article, wrap it up in hideous news- paper, and say, in tones that must wring the heart of any one who is not economical. Here it is. Sig- norina. —and the prize was ours! In truth those were happy days, but the climax came when Faster morning broke upon us in all the beauty and glory of an ideal Italian day. One had to be happy from the mere joy of living. Everybody appeared in gayest attire, decked with flowers of brilliant hue, and a smile was on every- body’s lips. Immediately after our breakfast of coffee and hard bread, we hastened once more to St. Peter’s and were soon swallowed up in the throng of fifty thousand spectators. The scene was most impressive. The gilded shrines half hidden in the dusky splendor hazy with incense; the golden lamps casting a dim lustre on the shimmering marble beneath ; and the mass of people motionless, speechless. The occasion was one of unusual solemnity, the silence broken only by the singing of the choir boys or the chanting of the priests. At the pension it was a veritable Christmas day, made pleasant by exchanging gifts and flowers with those whom we had learned to know as friends. The tables at luncheon and dinner were decorated elaborately with pansies, hyacinths, for- get-me-nots, narcissus, lilies, and posies of all kinds. Easter eggs were served and a sumptuous feast de- manded our attention for two hours, with the neces- sary accompaniment of garlic and spaghetti so dear to the Italian race. In the afternoon we drove for several hours, stop- ping long enough to attend vespers at Santa Maria Maggiore. where I heard the finest solo singing that had come to my cars for many a day. )n our way back, we passed Rienzi’s house. Garibaldi’s statue, the Temple of Fortune, and then drove along the Corso (the popular avenue), watching the gay equipages as they passed and hoping to catch a glimpse of Queen Marguerite with her train. Somewhat too much of the secular, say you. for a spiritual observance of Easter? Ah. but when in Rome, do as the Romans do. and that is the way things were done there. This, in part, is what we found to do during Faster week in the Eternal City, and when bedtime came that Sunday night, we closed our eyes in sleep with the sweet satisfaction that comes to one, even in a hospital bed. when he can think of few things that he has left undone, and ought to have done, and he is too sleepy to bother about those things that he has done, but ought not to have done. ---------------------------------- Disraeli says, The more you are talked about, the less powerful you are. This accounts for the laxness of lessons after a scholar has a day’s vaca- tion. He has been talked about too much during his absence. W-----h has seen his face in so many different shapes and sizes that we should think he would be tired of looking at himself. But he isn’t. Virgil must have been thinking of young chil- dren on street cars when he began Aencid VI. :)S!) with Fare age.” Nickerson quotes as follows: A bird in the bush is worth two in the hand. It all depends upon the bird. C. D. P. has decided to publish his poem in blank verse. Completely blank. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 159 THE ESCAPADES OF JULIA. Concluded by Israel Goode, L. H. S. PART II. ERK always was an obstinate brute, who persisted in going by contraries. Whenever I had my Latin thoroughly learned,—and that was so seldom it does seem as if he might have taken notice of it,—he never so much as looked at me from the beginning of the hour until its end. but if it so happened that 1 couldn’t read a line of the whole lesson, he never failed to call upon me two or three times, at the very least. That is why he came home just when he did, 1 suppose. This is how it all came about:— The day after the police raid upon Jimkins’ r x m was Sunday, and I decided to go to chapel. Some- how I've gotten into the habit of attending chapel once in a while. It makes a fellow feel civilized, and then, you see, prexy and the profs are likely to see you there and form a good opinion of your morals. Well, just as I was going past Perk’s, I heard a shutter bang right overhead. I glanced up, and there was Perk himself, as smiling and genial as a day in May! He was just letting the fresh air and sunlight into his chamber. Good morning! said he. as he caught sight of me. A beautiful day. isn’t it ? Perk must have thought I had gone daft studying Latin. I stared stupidly at him a while, and then, recollecting myself, stammered out something about his being quite right, and assured him that it was a dutiful bay. Then I wheeled about, and rushed back to Jimkins' room at the top of my speed. Jimkins was about to deposit a neatly-laundered kerchief in the tail-pocket of his coat, preparatory to starting chapel ward, when I burst in upon him. “Jimkins! I gasped, “Jimkins. we are done for! “You don’t say?” inquired the little fellow coolly. Tell me about it after chapel, will you? Tell you about it after chapel! said I. in disgust. 1 ’ll tell you now! Sit down !” “But, my dear Harry,” Jimkins expostulated, excuse me, I really must go. I take up the col- lection. von know.” “Well, you won’t take it up to-day.” said T. Sit down!” “But,” began Jimkins. Sit down!” I thundered, and. grasping the little scamp by the shoulders, forced him into a chair. “Now,” I said, listen! Perk is home! I saw him just now!” Why, T guess you’re mistaken, old man. replied Jimkins. “He left word that he wouldn’t be back until Friday. I saw the notice on the bulletin board.” But I saw him,” said I. Very well. said Jimkins; we must pay him an unexpected visit to-night, that’s all there is to it, if that’s the case. We must turn burglars, and we’ll rccue Julia if he hasn’t opened that closet d x r, and I don’t think it likely he has. It seemed to be a storehouse for old rubbish, and I didn't see a thing in it that he’d need to-day. Well, now that's set- tled, let’s go to chapel.” And we went. About twelve o’clock that night we sallied forth to the rescue of the fair Julia. Stealthily we clam- bered up the tire escape of Perk’s habitation, and at the window of his room we paused. We were not so ignorant of the lay of the land as we might have been without the experience of a former expedition in those regions in search of exam papers. Jimkins softly raised the lower sash, and from within came the sound of measured breathing. “How careless of the prof to leave his window unlocked! Jimkins remarked in a whisper. Somebody might get in!” Jimkins swung his leg over the window sill, and disappeared in the darkness of the room. In fear and trembling I followed him. By the pale light streaming through the chamber window I could see Perk’s angular visage snugly ensconced among mountains of pillows. His large mouth was open, and lie was snoring in blissful unconsciousness of impending evil. I noticed, also, that his beautiful Mowing locks, at once the envy and the admiration of the co-eds. hung over the bedpost. Jimkins tiptoed toward the fateful closet. The door opened with an ominous creaking, and Perk moved uneasily as if half aroused. But Jimkins coolly embraced Julia, and brought her forth from the darkness of her prison. We hurried her to the window. I got out first, and Jimkins thrust her head first across the window sill. 1 grasped her bv the shoulders, and my comrade in crime prepared to make his adieux. “Hey!” suddenly a well-known voice cried. Murder! Police! Stop!” Jimkins plunged through the window. We’ve waked the old fossil, he said. We took Julia be- tween us. and half ran. half tumbled, down the fire escape. As we gained the ground and proceeded to decamp, we caught a glimpse of a night-capped head in the open window above, and heard the air resounding with ear-piercing shrieks of Murder! and “Police!” However, we got away safely, and in Jimkins room we lodged the ill-starred Julia once more. At half past two I was at the door of mv own dwelling when the wild clamor of the alarm bells fell upon my ear. “Fire! I thought, and paused 100 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR with the key in the lock to count the strokes. Twenty-three! I said to myself, Jimkins’ box! It was foolish of me, I told myself, but nothing would do but to turn about and hurry back to Jim- kins. Wonders of premonition! Jimkins’ block was in flames, and among the inmates, as they poured forth. I saw the little scamp himself, loaded like a pack-mule with a multitude of his belongings. He saw me and drew near. Well, there's one comforting reflection about this, he remarked, as he laid down his burden at my feet, Julia will never trouble us any more. She’s in there doomed to die. And—well by the great Hokus Pokus! look there!” he finished. 1 turned my gaze in the direction which his out- stretched arm indicated. The blaze had now swept into Jimkins’ room, and by its red glare 1 saw Julia looking serenely forth from the window. Just then a great cry arose from the gathering crowd. There’s a woman in there burning to death!” shouted an excited man be- side me. A ladder was placed against the side of the house, and a brave fireman clambered nimbly upward and smashed Jimkins’ window with a huge axe. Jim- kins and I did all in our power to prevent the need- less risk of life, but when we tried to explain mat- ters. a burly policeman drove us back of the ropes. In a few moments we saw the fireman emerge from the cloud of smoke, that, at the breaking of the window, had begun to roll forth. In his arms was Julia, her beautiful silk apparel charred and ruined. and her once fair face blackened with smoke. The gallant fire laddie clutched her to his manly bosom, and her face touched him. We heard him cry out. and Julia fell from his arms, and was shattered upon the pavement below. The fireman descended, a picture of disgust and surprise. We could sec on the fireman’s coat the dirty, molten wax into which the heat of the conflagration had transformed Julia’s once lovely features. Of course this occurrence let the cat out of the bag. and the entire Kappa Phi Eta Fraternity was arrested and disgraced. But for Jimkins’ clever speech in behalf of himself and us all. he and 1, at least, might have served terms in state’s prison. As it was. we got off with a heavy fine, and a promise to reimburse the mistress of Julia. So the Kappa Phi Eta resolved to steal no more graven images of anything in the heavens above, or the earth below, departed from the court in the great joy of their deliverance. Once they were be- yond the sacred precincts of the law, they hoisted their preserver Jimkins upon their shoulders, and sang a hymn of repentance and jubilee:— We are waiting here for Julia. Julia—oolia—oolia—oolia. We arc waiting here for Julia, Julia—oolia—oolia—ool!” And Ihe judge and the lawyers heard and smiled as they thought of the days when they, too, had been young, and ought to have known better, but didn't. [The End.] A MEMORY. % K- N., L., '02. O memory, sweet memory, take me back to bygone years, Let me leave these cares and troubles, these sorrows and these fears; Let me roam once more the hillsides, let me breathe the magic air That is perfumed by the incense of the violet so rare. Let me rest my wearied head upon the fragrant meadow grass, Where the soothing winds may cool my brow and kiss me as they pass, Where the babbling brook sings softly, as it wan- ders on its way, Where the robin from the treetop sings his merry roundelay. 0 memory, I thank you for the graces thou hast shown, 1 have viewed again the liappy scenes that long ago have flown, And in my heart the meadow flowers their perfume sweetly shed, And with their scented fragrance all my cares and fears have fled. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 101 THE ANECDOTE CLUB. Hans Bltckensdorfer. E members of the Anecdote Club had assembled: and all eight were pres- ent, drawing breezily upon their pipes for comfort and upon their memories for amusement. They were seated lazily, with their feet higher than their heads, in some cases: and all were attentively lis- tening to the secretary, who reminded them that, at the last meeting, jack Stanley had recounted one of his principal love affairs. The secretary closed with tlie announcement that this evening they would hear from Bud Black. A hearty laugh suc- ceeded this statement, for Bud had carried around a long face for the past three weeks, which, how- ever. was that night displaced by a glowing smile. Every bachelor there had his own opinion, and was anxious to have it confirmed. The constitution stated that each member in turn should give a truthful account of his last love affair—the others would give advice. The last clause was, of course, pure nonsense, as you can't apply philosophy to a woman. Bud arose and walked to the platform amid ap- plause—he could not refuse, for the first by-law was as follows:— Everybody must sing when called upon. “Well, gentlemen,” he began, this is devilishly un----” No excuses, shouted Baker, one of the eight. Silence! roared the president. Proceed. Mr. Black. Very well. said the speaker. “The title is ‘ The Borrowed Locket.' Hurrah!” interrupted Baker, that hath a good sound. ‘‘Late one Sunday evening. continued the story- teller. a tall, square-shouldered fellow, with his coat over his arm, and his hat jammed down over his eves, might have been seen walking rapidly down a deserted street. He seemed badly out of humor, for he came down fiercely upon his heel at every step, and was muttering to himself something about that ‘confounded girl.' and how he would ‘teach her a few things.’ Suddenly he stopped short at the sound of a dis- mal howl, and he saw before him on the sidewalk the crouched figure of an immense cat. Aw. fudge! interposed Baker, I thought it was going to be a catamount. It was later, continued Bud. A cal is always a target for a man's feelings, as there is nothing upon which he can vent his spleen so well as upon one of these Egyptians. The next moment the dis- consolate feline went sailing skyward, uttering, as it rose, a fierce war whoop that ascended the scale as its creator spun towards the treetops. 1 lie men moved on much relieved, and as he neared home he said to himself that there would be a rude awaken- ing for somebody. Well, who the deuce was it?” demanded Baker. Silence! roared the president. Mr. Secre- tary, read the second amendment for Mr. Baker’s benefit. ‘Songsters are forbidden to chirp about any- body but themselves,’ ” said the secretary. The next evening, said the speaker, the gentleman resolved to call upon Miss Carter, with whom, however, he had had but a short acquaint- ance, who had given him a sly wink the last time he had seen her. He was overjoyed to find a trio of the fair sex in her parlor; and he made up his mind to llirt desperately with Miss Carter, for the girl who had so badly abused him would certainly hear of it. lie carried out his plan admirably, for Miss Carter was in the mood, too. She sang a number of suggestive songs, made three-sided re- marks, and, when he told her fortune, she pretended not to remember his having told her last summer that he was no palmist. It takes a long time to tell a girl’s fortune by hand; but she did not make any fuss about it. During the course of the evening he persuaded her to let him have the gold locket that hung from her neck. The other two girls looked at each other in consternation as he attached it to his watch chain. When she extended her hand, as he was about to leave, he held it a trifle longer than was necessary. As he descended the steps, he remarked to himself that something had been accomplished, and went home well satisfied.” Everybody was becoming so much interested that even Baker «lid not suggest anything at this pause; and the speaker continued:— The following Thursday afternoon the young man. whom we will call Guy for short, was strolling lazily in the park. The truth is, he thought Miss Carter would be there. But. as he rounded a large bush where the path divided, lie espied Miss Doug- lass—the girl he was trying to provoke—standing on a distant knoll. He turned sharp on his heel, determined to find a girl to walk with if he had to go over the park inch by inch. As he started away Miss Douglass turned and saw him. Resolved not to let him see her there alone, she walked briskly toward a seat beneath three spreading oaks, where she thought she had seen her brother. The seat in question was rather a secluded one. almost surrounded by shrubbery: and. strangely enough. Guy thought it wise to look there, too. They ap- proached it from opposite sides, and. as they did so. each suddenly beheld the other staring at him in blank amazement from the other end of the bench. “ ‘How do you do. Mr. Black?’ she said, as soon as she could find her tongue. “ ‘Very well, thank you,’ he said, forgetting his 102 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR hat in his surprise; the wind, however, came to the rescue. ‘IIow are you? A little out of humor,' she confessed. ‘1 had bad dreams last night, and haven’t shaken off the spell yet.' She sat down. 'What in the world did you dream?’ ‘Oh. of snakes, principally—part of the time, though, it was war—due, I guess, to a feline or- chestra in the neighborhood.' ‘What is it a sign of when you dream of snakes, anyway?' he asked. 'Why, temporary misery, for one thing. I really don't know what else.’ ’ 'Well, to forget it is the easiest way to shake off the spell you spoke of. To change the subject, who is that young lady over there with Nelson?’ 'Why, she is Miss—a—I have forgotten: begins with 11. anyway; she is from Kentucky. Why?’ she replied. 'Oh. I just wondered—lie seemed so attentive. Pretty, isn’t she?’ “What girl likes to be told of another’s charms? Miss Douglass replied :— 'No. she’s horrid. I met her the other evening at—oh, they are coming this way. I wonder if they saw us.’ 'Hope so. Ye gods, what a------’ “‘Oh. she’s so distant; she looks down on everybody, as though all were her inferiors, and—’ ‘A queenly step, as sure as you---’ “ ‘And she won’t laugh at a joke unless -she chooses; nor ask you to sing if you studied in Europe; and-----’ “ 'See what a wealth of---’ “ 'She talks of trotters and pacers every time she can introduce the----’ ‘A Stanlaws figure, by-----’ “ I must go,' said Miss Douglass, rising: she could not withstand it any longer. ’ ‘Can’t I go along?’ ‘Certainly,’ she replied. He stopped and began to tie his shoestring to gain time; and the other couple soon came almost to them. Rut they turned down a different path; and. as they went by, Guy heard the words 'two forty.’ ‘“A cool snub,’ remarked Miss Douglass. T told you so.’ Guy thought he had teased her enough, so he answered nothing. 'Let’s go.’ she said: and at just that moment her watch fell to the grass. Picking it up. he saw that it had stopped, and he accordingly drew out his own to set it. It was now twilight, but she saw the gold locket in the place of the silver one he had been wearing for her. She assumed an air of de- fiance. and. tossing her head back, she began:— ‘All that glitters---’ 'Doesn’t glitter as this does,’ he concluded. She bit her lip. stamped her foot, and stood looking at him through glistening eyes. He had brought his indifference to a climax. She took a step forward, and then, seizing the lapels of his coat, she asked warmly: Hud. what is the matter?’ “ 'Nothing now.’ he replied softly.” The silence which succeeded was almost audible. Every pipe had gone out. Finally Baker exclaimed, as he strode toward the speaker, and ex- tended his hand:— Congrats. Bud. from the bottom of my soul.” “Sh—.” said the latter: fellows, this is a pro- found secret until after the thirtieth.” BLISS, BRIEF BUT PLEASANT. By Marsie, E., '02. 10 A. M., Thursday. Arrived, tired and dusty; train beastly hot: roads awful: hotel well situated ; room as custom- ary. one chair, broken mirror, etc.; will walk until lunch. 3 P. M., Thursday. Beach all right; forgot bathing suit; saw deuced fine girl; seems alone; tipped my hat; she smiled : other guests common : will sec more of her this evening. IIP. M., Thursday. Saw her again ; gained permission to accompany her: walked quite a distance: withholds her name: talked about everything, mostly weather and books: great eyes, sweet mouth: am to meet her at 8.30 to-morrow morning for walk. 11 A. M., Friday. Walked with her again; progressing well; still withholds name; must be rich : did most of talk- ing myself: managed conversation cleverly; picked wild rose for her: ruined $30 suit; found four ber- ries: she seemed pleased; went through meadow; helped her across brook: dainty hand, neat ankle: glad I brought good suit with me; are going bath- ing this afternoon: went to village; bought bath- ing suit: paid $3, worth $1 ; wonder if it will shrink. 0.30 P. M.. Friday. Went bathing; stunning form: suit becoming; must be of nobility incognito; blushed when we met; encouraging sign ; gave lessons in floating: seemed nervous and slow in learning: asked to take her driving to-morrow morning: said she would let me know by 8 o’clock; will find her name and talk familiarly if we go. 9 P. M., Friday. Husband’s come; going home to-morrow. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 103 THE LEGEND OF WAMERA By Alice Burt Berry, L., '02. Ever flows the silent river, Ever omvard to the sea; Silent, yet with rippling murmurs Calling and alluring me. Hark! a distant sound of chiming. The vesper bell’s farewell to light, Is faintly heard, far through the gloaming. Like the bird's last soft good-night. ()n its broad, calm breast the river, With its silent ceaseless flow, Shows the secrets of the heavens, Mirrored shadows come and go. Now the shades of twilight deepen, Night is almost at its noon, Calm, serene, on high is riding Tit rough the silver clouds, the moon. Here a light canoe comes drifting, Guided by a man’s strong arm. He alone of all God's creatures Dares to break the peaceful charm. With his face upturned to heaven, Neath the starry cloud-flecked dome. Kissed by all the gentle breezes, Dreams he on of love and home. Right before him from a rock point Standing mid-way in the stream, Shoots a curved prow; and its swiftness Rudely interrupts his dream. Now, the fitful light upon it. There he secs a maiden stand. From the folds of white about her. Outstretched toward him is her hand. Rich her hair falls o'er her shoulders, Rlack against the robe's pale gleam. And the still, calm face is dusky, Lighted by a fitful beam. Curious, in sudden wonder, Yet with dread and awesome fear. Quickly bends he to the paddle, Striving still to come more near. Rut she ever keeps before him, Her craft moved on by unseen hand. Now a far faint sound of moaning Comes, re-echoed from the land. Tis the sound of waters dashing O’er the rocks with foam and splashing. Fury on the dumb earth spent. Growing louder now and nearer. Growing more distinct and clearer, ' l is the falls of great Wamera, With its treacherous descent. At the sound lie turns in terror, From the danger seeks to flee. Rut the maiden's beckoning gesture Draws him on resistlessly. Soon their speed is fast increasing. And the swift flow, never ceasing. Rears him onward to his fate ; Through the faint mist upward curling, Through the rapid eddies swirling. Through the maddened waters whirling,- Witli a brutal human hate. Here's the brink! With mighty power Shoots the prow out. Down it’s gone Phantom maid and boat have vanished, ' 'flic canoe comes up—alone. Long ago. the legend tells it. Dwelt a tribe along this shore. Ancient as the tortoise totem. Proud and haughty—such the lore. Rut the white men came and slew them : Spared one maid. In fiercest hate She gave her life up to the waters. To escape a captive's fate. Now at midnight lone she wanders. In her fragile phantom bark. Luring men to dread destruction : 'I bis her vengeance, dire and dark. IN SPRING. By L. T. When the early flowers arc budding, and the meadow grass is green, When the robin in the treetop sings his melody serene. When the air is soft and balmy, and the soothing summer breeze Comes whispering soft and sweetly from the far- off Southern seas. Cain, '02. Then all hearts are filled with gladness, and melancholy Care Is routed by the maiden so divinely, sweet and fair. And all the flowers that blossom, and all the birds that sing Pay homage to the Queen of Love, the radiant maiden. Spring. 1(54 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR WITH THE MONOMOY LIFE-SAVERS. By Leslie Harding Steele, E. H. S., '03. is detached from the mainland, but at low tide a team may cross with perfect safety. This route to town is used entirely by the life-savers on their liberty days. When the station was first built, it stood in the centre of the beach, a half-mile from either side, but now, owing to the constant changes in the shore, the distance to the inner side is not over a quarter of a mile, while to the outer it is nearly three-quarters. At night, no matter what the weather, the beach is patroled by the crew, in shifts of two men each, who arc on duty four hours ; one man going north and the other south, four miles each way. And right here let me give a piece of advice one of the surfmen gave me. If it ever falls to your lot to walk a long distance in the shift- place. To add to the danger and number of wrecks UR1NG the past summer 1 spent the greater part of my vacation at Chat- ham, a small town occupying the elbow of the cape, and, while there, I had the good fortune to become well acquainted with the brave life- savers who recently met their death at Monomov. Chatham, together with the other Cape towns, has ever been famous for the sea-faring men it has produced. A person visiting there, even though a stranger, may venture to address almost any of the male inhabitants as Captain with reasonable safety, for those who have not earned that title by “going foreign. as the expression is. have served the sea in some capacity, and proven a claim to that honor. But sailors are not the only heroes that WORKING THE BREECHES BUOY! — MAN CROSSED. — ELLIS, ONLY SURVIVOR. have hailed from Chatham, for where in one vicin- ity can you find so many men who fill the ranks of the government life-saving service? In the crew of the Rockport life-saving station that recently saved the passengers from the steamer Wilstcr, which went ashore at that place, were three men from Chatham. Besides helping to man the three sta- tions near by, Chatham also furnishes men at such important places as Cuttyhunk, Newport, and Block Island. Two stations, not far from Boston, are in charge of captains who were born in sight of the Twin Lights. As I have said, there arc three stations in the neighborhood of Chatham. Old Harbor station, located on Xauset Beach, a little north of the town. Chatham” station, farther south on Xauset, and Monomov on the point of that name. A fourth station near the end of the Point nas been com- pleted but is not yet in service. Monomoy is the oldest station and occupies an extremely trying position. It is six miles from tin- town, by land or sea. The upper end of the Point ing sands of the beach, remember and walk flat- footed and take short steps. At first this may seem to add to the difficulty, rather than relieve it, but trust to the experience of one who has done it for years. The exposed position of Monomoy often makes it necessary, during an easterly blow, for the man on patrol to crawl on hands and knees tin- greater part of the way from the station to the end of his beat. What is to prevent him from going into one of the fishing-huts until his time has elapsed? Let me tell you. Uncle Sam” has pro- vided a means to make sure his men are vigilant. The man going north carries a brass check, similar to those used on baggage, on which is the name of his station and his number; this he exchanges with the man coming south from the Chatham station. As there is no station south of Monomoy. the man going in that direction leaves his check at a house on the end of his route, and the next surfman to cover this stretch brings it back, leaving his in its at Monomoy. are three large shoals off the point. Pollock Rip, Shovelful, and Handkerchief. Many SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 165 times in going to a wreck on Pollock Rip, it is im- possible to launch the boats on the outer side of the beach, owing to the height of the breakers, which run ten or twelve feet high on a calm summer day; the only alternative is to launch the boat on the inner side, and row entirely around the Point, a distance of seven or eight miles. Imagine what this must be on a cold winter's night. To be sure, wrecks do not come ashore every day, but I think- all will agree that the prospect of an eight-mile walk every night, even in fine weather, is not very pleasant. During the day the life-saver is at lib- erty, except on drill days, watch day. and cvcrv seventh week, when each man tries his hand at cooking. 'Fhe importance of the Monomoy station has been well proven by government statistics. Within the last two years no less than one hundred lives have been saved by these brave men, and property most genial men that ever wore the life-saving blue. It was he who showed us over the station, previous to the drill, and pointing to a row of oil-suits on the wall, jokingly told us how none of the men would wear yellow '‘oilers” and a yellow sou'wester, it being regarded as a hoodoo” to wear a sou'wester of yellow. Well, too, 1 remember how amused lie was when we entered the room in which the appara- tus was kept, and someone exclaimed, Oh, show us the life-car!” The life-car, as he explained, is sel- dom used, mainly for the reason it is only available for transporting large numbers, and also from the fact that it is air tight, and persons would soon suffocate if shut up in it long. The life-boat, in which the men recently went to their death, stood on the left as we entered, mounted on a carriage ready for instant use. It was about twenty or twenty-five feet long, sharp at both ends, and painted white: on one end were the letters “U. S. to the value of over $128,000. Is that not a rec- ord? Allowing five thousand dollars, the sum usually paid in case of death by accident, for each life saved, you see these men have saved five hun- dred thousand dollars worth of lives, if I may so put it. And what do they get in return? The princely sum of sixty-five dollars a month, with work but ten months in the year; and. in case of the loss of their lives. Uncle Sam generously continues their salary for two years, and the papers publish their photo- graphs and biographies. Is this not a fitting re- ward for saving two hundred souls, to say nothing of the property, in two years? Rut that is another story which no doubt congress will settle in tin- near future. My last visit to the station was on the twenty- ninth of last August, when a party of fifty of us, mostly summer visitors, went to the beach to wit- ness a drill by the crew. The keeper. Captain Marshall N. Eldredge, was away on leave for the day, so the drill was under the supervision of Surf- man I. Thomas Foy, who. besides being a thorough sailor, was also a perfect gentleman, and one of the L. S. S.,” and on the other the single word Monomoy.” During the drill which followed, all who wished were treated to a ride in the breeches buoy” from an imitation wreck. Most of us gladly availed our- selves of the opportunity to be ship-wrecked, and saved, all on dry land, while we waited. as one of the men expressed it. While some of the party were engaged in being rescued’' several times, others of us. at the invitation of the men. assisted in rescuing the unfortunates. 1 remember I stood between Surfman Nickerson and Surfman Ellis, the latter being the only one of the entire crew that was saved in the recent disaster. After all had ridden down in the buoy until tired, we started for home. As I left Mr. Foy, he remarked that they hadn't saved so many before in one day during the whole season. When we parted from the crew, each man expressed a hearty wish for us to again visit them this coming summer. How little did they realize the danger they were to be exposed to and the sad cnd'fate had in store for them! 166 SOM BR VILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIA'LOR B. C. S. Club. The B. C. S. club entertained the S. T. J). club at the home of Miss Florence Caldwell, 50 Preston road, Thursday evening, March 20, 1002. The first of the evening was occupied with whist, after which prizes were awarded to Miss Lizzie Downs, Miss Bessie Whiting, Kdward Fallon, and Gardner Stacy. Dancing and other games fol- lowed until the party adjourned to the dining room, where a bountiful collation was served. I he S. T. D. orchestra furnished the music (or the evening. ------------------ S. T. D. Club. The S. T. D. club held a meeting at the home of Teddy” Frost, 12 Albion street, March 18, 1002. A business meeting was held until 0 o’clock and the rest of the evening was devoted to singing col- lege songs. A bountiful collation was served at eleven o’clock, after which Stacy and Bean gave a cake walk, and they won the cake, as there was no competition. A new election of officers was taken: President, Ed. Frost; vice-president, L. Pippen” Mitchell; secretary and treasurer, Harry S. Chandler. The next meeting will be held at the home of Card” Stacy. 'I he management of the baseball concert thanks the talent for their services, and the members of the school for their support: also Mr. Wilson, who de- voted so much of his time to make the event a suc- cess. ----------------- Ladies' Night of the Kappa Phi Eta Club. The Kappa Phi Eta Club of the Latin School, 1902, held its ladies’ night at Mrs. Howard’s private academy Monday evening, March 31. An infor- mal reception was held from S to 8.30, followed by dancing. Mrs. Currier and Mrs. O’Leary were matrons. The lloor was in charge of James Hep- burn, A. I conard O’Leary, Frank Currier, and Everett Wentworth. Professor Ryder furnished excellent music. The hall was very tastefully deco- rated with the club colors, blue and white. Dur- ing the intermission refreshments were served, and altogether a very enjoyable evening was passed. '1 hose present were:— Walter Currier, Ida Hobbs, Fred McIntyre, Beatrice Lowery, Fud” Smith, Carrie Christie, Waldo Proctor. Edna Jones, James Whiting, Mary Grimes, Louis Farrell, Gertrude Farrell, Reuben Pritchard, Beatrice Fraser, John Haartz, Eva Lewis, William Seaver, Alice Rand, Horace Gluffing, Josephine Atkins, James Emerson. Frank Currier, Gertrude Sullivan, James Hepburn. Ethel Christie, Harold Butters. Charlotte Wall, Everett Wentworth, Alma Stone, Herbert Fleishner, Ruth Richards, Chester Fleishner, Eleanor McAdam, Alfred Saunders, Claire Moulton, A. Leonard O’Leary, Margaret Lowell, Ralph Temple, Flor- ence Gilbert, and Elbert Yorke. --------- -------- S. C. P. S. Ladies' Night. I he event of the year for the popular secret so- ciety of the Senior class came off Saturday evening. March 22, at the home of its secretary, Eliot Wingersky. The first annual ladies’ night of the club was given with great success. The early evening was spent in a display of the musical and literary ahilites of its members. At 9.30 those present sat down to a sumptuous feast, which was followed by speech- making. Eliot Wingersky, as host, acted as toast- master. and the following toasts were responded to: Our Past,” George Smith; Our Present. Royal 1 . Farnum; Our Future,” Milbury H. Ryder; The Ladies,” Ralph D. Cleverley. The speeches were well received “from whence they came,” and the party adjourned to the parlor, after a few part- ing remarks by the club president, Milbury H. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 167 Ryder. Games were then enjoyed until the party broke up. Those present were: Ethel G. Cambridge, Flor- ence I‘. Thompson, Martha Wingcrsky. Bertha M. Cleverley, Beatrice Ryder, and Eliot Wingcrsky, Royal B. Farnum, Milbury II. Ryder, Ralph D. Cleverley, and George Smith, Jr. ----------------- Concert and Dance. The concert and dance given by the High and Latin octette and the High School orchestra took place in Odd Fellows’ hall April 8. Owing to the inclemency of the weather, the audience was rather small, but what it lacked in numbers it made up in enthusiasm. The programme contained several se- lections by the orchestra, the best of which was Balfe’s famous overture, Bohemian Girl. By the way. for an amateur orchestra, this one is excep- tionally good. Bell and Mercer repeated their laughable success, and Miss Clifford read several amusing selections, which were enthusiastically ap- plauded. Harry Hatch, tenor, rendered a beautiful and well-known song in a most pleasing manner. The High School octette contributed several fine selections without the aid of the piano, and their performance was a great improvement on their pre- vious appearance. The dance which followed the entertainment was enjoyed by many, but not so, we imagine, was the walk home after the conclusion. ----------------- Quindonian Club Reception and Dance. The Quindonian Club has become prominent during the last few years in the high school ath- letics, yet its success is not confined to such narrow limits, for it held a most delightful reception and dance in Anthoine academy on Tuesday, April 1. 'Pile hall was tastefully decorated, and the evening thoroughly enjoyable. Hon. Edward Glines, Mrs. Glines, Hon. Charles S. Soule, and Mrs. Soule received. It was re- gretted that an important engagement necessitated the early departure of the mayor. Guy P. Moses acted as floor director, and the aids were: Harry E. Collins. Alexander Graham. Ed- ward S. French. George E. Liscomb. Robert J. Peters, and William U. Wvman. ----------------- Gluck auf Vcrein. The third regular meeting of the Gluck auf Yercin” was held at the home of Mr. 11.1 foward on Highland avenue Wednesday. April 2. The regu- lar half hour of German conversation followed the business meeting. Mrs. Gilbert presented the club with its first German book, entitled Gluck Auf,” towards a club library. Mr. Howard rendered a very pleasing German solo, and Miss Howard en- tertained the club with mandolin solos. Refresh- ments were then served, after which the club ad- journed. Freshmen Literary Club. The fourth meeting of the Room 7 Literary Club was held Friday, April 4. As the class is now reading Woodstock,” the subject for debate was: Resolved, that the execution of Charles I. was jus- tifiable. 'Phe speakers on the affirmative side were Miss Hart. Miss Mulliken. Master Hinckley, and Master Murphy; those on the negative. Miss El- liott. Miss Robinson. Master Hurt, and Master Per- kins. The deciding committee, which consisted of Miss Howe. Master Rosenfeldt, and Master Berton, made a report in favor of the negative. The presiding officer was Master Mead; the sec- retary. Miss Griffin. -------—� — The Minstrel and Vaudeville Show. ( n the evenings of April !) and 10 Unitarian hall was well filled with an appreciative audience. 'Phe entertainment passed off smoothly. The opening chorus sang several popular melodics, with a solo well rendered by Miss Daniels. Then followed in- dividual songs and jokes bv the end men. The audience was quick to recognize the excellence of the numbers, and encores were frequent. The song, fA Soldier of Fortune. rendered by Mr. La Ferric, called forth a burst of applause. Space does not permit discussing in detail the vaudeville acts following the minstrels, but every act afforded much amusement, and the singing and dancing of Roys E. Woodward is worthy of special mention. The success of the entertainment is largely due to the efforts of Leon E. Dadmun. the coach. Ar- thur Freund. Paul Wild, Milbury Ryder. Mr. Boyer, and others ------- • : .--- T utoring. A specialty made of French, algebra, geometry, and bookkeeping. Careful attention paid to pupils behind in their studies, and those preparing for ex- aminations. H. E. Stephenson, Harvard, 1900. Address P. O. Box 5203, Boston. Butcher— Come, John, be lively, now. Break the bones in Mr. Williams’ chops, and put Mr. Smith’s ribs in the basket.” John (briskly)— All right, sir: just as soon as I have sawed oft Mrs. Murphy’s leg.” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 188 AN APRIL IDYL. G. m. E., L., '02. HE April sunshine was pouring in through the open windows and doors of Aunt Jemima’s kitchen. This was really the first warm spring day, and one of the loveliest alter a week of clouds and showers. Aunt Jemima was standing in front of the table rolling and cutting a batch of ileecy dough. Al- though well along in years, she was still the com- fort and cheer of the little village in which she lived. There was scarcely one, from the richest to the poorest, who had not felt the soothing touch of that sympathetic hand. Even now she was care- fully rolling out some turnovers for the little Hig- gins children, whose father was very ill, and the mother almost prostrated with grief and anxiety. Oh, Aunt Jemmy! Making some more turn- overs for those children! See the lovely flowers 1 have just brought (yom the woods. 1 have so much to tell you, it 1 can only catch my breath.” If it had been possible to bring more sunshine into that kitchen, surely it had come with this beau- tiful young girl, who had just rushed in with her arms full of sweet, fresh may flowers, whose pink beauty her own rosy checks rivaled, and her golden hair blown back in bright rills from her forehead. Child, child, whenever will you learn to be cpiiet and not such a romp? There, now, stop eating that jam this minute, or I shan’t have enough for my turnovers.” But auntie, dear, I am hungry!” Hungry! and breakfast just two hours ago! I think, then, bread and butter is what you need, not jam.” No, I don't want bread, I guess. I just want jam. But whom do you think I saw and what do you think 1 have been doing all this time? Hand me that jam, and then you may tell me. Well, you see, I just went out in the woods over by the knoll to see ii there were any mayflowers out. It was so nice there 1 sat down and began pulling up the vines and brushing off the leaves. Pretty soon 1 began to sing. The birds were sing- ing so beautifully I couldn’t help it. Well, then while I was singing, 1 happened to look up, and there was a boy looking at me, and laughing! Actually laughing! Now, auntie, what do you think of a boy that will laugh at a girl’s singing, even if it isn’t just in tune, especially on such a morning as this, when you can’t help it?” and she looked at her aunt with an air which she tried to make injured, but which failed utterly, perhaps on account of the merry twinkling of her blue eyes. Why, of course he was rude.” Rude! Well I should say so. and 1 told him as much, too!” Indeed! And how did he like that ? He didn’t seem to mind, but just said, 'Why, Bessie, 1 wasn’t laughing at you at all. I was just enjoying your song.’ ’’ And what were you singing?” Oh, auntie! Why, 1 was just singing, that was all. But who do you think lie was? Don’t you re- member that little boy who lived in the big house at the top of the hill, whose mother was so sweet and lovely, and whose father I was so afraid of? Don't you remember how we used to come in here just as I am now and eat your jam? And then take the turnovers out to the knoll and eat those, too? And that song I was singing was just the very—well, never mind. That was five years ago, and we were awfully little then. But now. you know, he is a 1 Iarvard Junior, just home on a vaca- tion. I haven’t seen him for so long. I didn’t sup- pose he’d know me. but he did. though I didn’t know him at first.” In her haste to tell her story. Bessie had some- what mixed her sentences, but her frequent expres- sion. Auntie always understands me,” was suffi- cient for all time. And then I suppose you ran right away home from that naughty boy? Why. why. no—o—o, that would have made me as impolite as he, so I—well, 1 guess I stayed just to teach him that I knew how to be polite, if lie didn’t.” • “ Mi. so you gave him a lecture on manners? The' proper way a young man should behave when lie comes upon a young woman alone in the woods. Run fifteen miles in fourteen days, and never look behind him.' was it? You are very obstinate to-day. auntie! I shan’t tell you any more. But he was so very rude, Elizabeth. Yes. he was very rude, of course; but he didn’t mean to be. Can’t you see, auntie, that he didn’t mean to be? 1 must have looked funny sitting there singing that silly old song that nobody ever sings now. Of course he couldn’t help laughing! As auntie looked at the sweet picture before her. and tried to imagine her among the flowers, she did not exactly agree that it would be funny, but quite enough to make a rude boy” look twice. '1 hen we found some more flowers, and made them into wreaths and things, and had a nice time. The wreath fell off when I ran down the lane. There, how do you like it?” I hope that horrid boy didn’t look at you when you had them on?” W’hv. 1 guess he must have, for he said some- thing about—oh. I guess 1 have forgotten, really: probably it was some rude remark. [Continued on page 172.] SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 109 EXCHANGE NOTES The exchange which has most interested us this month is the Citizen,” from the George Junior Republic, near Frccvillc, X. V. Every one has read of this unique institution, where boys and girls, taken from unpleasing environments, are trained to become upright, useful men and women. The gov- ernment of this miniature commonwealth is entirely in the hands of the juvenile citizens. Its executive head is the president, a youth of twenty years; leg- islative and judicial bodies exercise their special functions, and a corps of police supervises the pun- ishment of crime. One rather interesting article was a boy's description of his prison life, when ar- rested on such charges as vagrancy, malevolent mischief, etc. 'File citizens arc variously employed in the shoe shop, carpenter shop, printing office, or laundry, or as cooks and housekeepers. Mr. George, the founder, has certainly achieved a tri- umph of philanthropy. Among the new papers received, the Spartan has a good page of current events, and the Pendulum is breezy and readable. “Whither thy Fancies” in the Arms Student, is a sweet little poem. There is also an interesting ar- ticle on “Gymnasium in 11 igh Schools.” We like the cover of the Roxbury Enterprise. It is quiet and effective. In the story called “Violet and Gold,” a rather old theme is worked up, in which a very good little boy takes the part of matchmaker, on St. Valentine’s day. A good story in the Phillips High School Review is “A Challenge and its Sequel.” The plot is original and well worked out. sustaining the inter- est to the end. 'Flic sentimental sub-title, which we could not repeat without groaning, rather spoils the effect. “The King’s Revenge,” in the llillhousc Ra- diator. should never have been printed in a school paper. The possibilities of the dramatic climax arc entirely overlooked. The little song, by Mary Cox, in the Takoma, is pleasing. The Springfield Recorder for March is an un- usually interesting number. Its prize article. “Gray Wolf's Return.” is commendable, and the tale of “Inachus, the Egyptian” is well written and interesting. Some errors in composition in bur highly- esteemed contemporary, the Usonian, surprise us. 'Flic Stylus has many good points. Frevert—“Can a ‘cow hide’ in a shoe store?” Leibcnderfer—“Xo, but a ‘calfskin.’ A stern necessity—A rudder. Say, Weary, how do you feel?” 1 feel like a meal ticket with all the meals punched out.” Charles Kenney, dining once at the house of a friend, chanced to swallow a piece of cork with his wine, the result being a bad fit of coughing. “ lake care,” -aid his host, with an attempt at humor, that’s not the way to Cork.” Xo,” gasped the irrepressible sufferer, “but it’s the way to Kilkenney.” Mary had a little lamb, Twas good beyond all question, But then she went and had some more, And then had indigestion. “Wheat cakes?” asked the waiter. “Xcin,” said the Dutchman. “Double charge for nine,” replied the waiter. -------------------------- Resolutions. Whereas, by the will of God, our classmate, Eleanor L. Kittredge, has been bereaved of hci father and sister; and Whereas, the class of 1905 has learned with sor- row of her affiiction; be it therefore Resolved, that we tender to her our heartfelt sym- pathy; and be it further Resolved, that a copy of these resolutions be sent to Miss Kittredge, and be also printed in the High School Radiator. GERTRUDE BAXTER, Secretary, Class '05. ROBERT A. BURNS, President, Class ’05. Whereas, by the Divine will of God, our beloved classmate, Miss Elizabeth Crooks, has been be- reaved of her father ; and Whereas, we. the class of 1902, have learned with great sorrow of her affliction; be it Resolved, that we tender.Miss Crooks our heart- felt sympathy; and be it further Resolved, that a copy of these resolutions be sent Miss Crooks, and also published in the High School Ramator. GORHAM HARRIS, President. FERDINAXD SMITH. Secretary. Whereas, by the will of God. our classmate. Har- rison P. Wilkins, has been bereaved of his father; and Whereas, the class of 1905 has learned with sor- row of his affliction: be it therefore Resolved, that we tender to him our heartfelt sympathy: and be it further Resolved, that a copy of these resolutions be sent to Master Wilkins, and be also printed in the High School Radiator. GERTRUDE BAXTER. Secretary. ROBERT A. BURNS, President. 170 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR vV IV iLAT IN NOTL Sii -' B-O.W. •«,� . 1902. Nichols speaks of the Prince of Whales. Well,— Nichols always was a Jonah (John R.). C. P., translating: He brought in a load of wood for breakfast.” At any rate this was good sub- stantial board. Whiting recently had a spontaneous combustion of the heart” in the English class. Nothing seri- ous, however. Chinese maxim: Honors come by diligence.” Some of the teachers think it was a measly shame the way the Fleisclmers took a week’s vaca- tion. Even in the days of Milo, B. C. 52, men had to wait for their wives to prink up before going on a journey. Shepherd wants to know if pomegranates grow on orange trees. There is a maxim. The better the day, the better the deed.” Is this a plea for Sunday studying? On Friday, March 28, the following officers were elected: Class poet. Laurence T. Cain; class histo- rians, Miss Julia Connor and Charles Shepherd; class prophets, Miss Mary E. Grimes and Herbert Flcischner. 1903. We arc all delighted to have Doughty with us once more after his long absence. If he remained away much longer, he could hardly be distin- guished from Merrifield. The last meeting of the German club was held at the home of Harris Howard. Wednesday, April 2. The Seniors need have no fear that they will re- ceive the Greek Readers too soon. Some of our classmates are completely carried away with the plot of the story therein contained, and will no doubt be loath to surrender the goods.” Our class is well represented in the baseball squad by Dickinson and Goode. Were you April Fooled”? We weren’t. Phi Delta fraternity is making arrangements for its annual banquet, which promises to be an event to be remembered. Something brand new discovered in our last Latin '‘exam”: Suo cllere trunco.” To turn his trunk around.” Teacher— What did Andromache become after the siege of Troy?” Niles— A widow.” One of Division I .’s temporary translations: On the day before to-morrow.” 1904. Count from twenty up to twenty-one by tens.” Harrison and Rose. Greek and Latin trans- lated while you wait. Great prizes to those that trade with us. 'I'he Missing Link has been found! The Ger- mans turned their tails when Caesar approached. What shape is Hovey’s oblong square”? A new Latin verb: Pigo. Ask Greene about it. Caesar repulsed the enemy with freshmen. Evidently he knew the effectiveness of the breed. G----is awav' ahead of us in Greek : he's had Virgil! If some of the class would be in as much of a hurry to get to their books for home lessons as they were to get those in the waste basket, they would soon leave the rest of the class far behind. 1905. The Freshman class basket ball team received many congratulations on defeating such a strong team as the E. H. S., ’04, team. By defeating them our team was put in second place, as the game with Latin. '08. was forfeited. We were glad to see that the girls took the hint about attendance at the '01 game. The class is well represented on the S. H. L. baseball team by three good men. Hafford, Thu- mith and Burt. In a recent theme on golf. Miss H. read: While playing 1 lost six caddies, which was quite expen- sive. I found one in a marsh and picked another up on a green.” (She meant balls.) Four victories out of five games is not so bad. A mouth breaker—What noise annoys a noisy oyster most? Ans.—A noisy noise annoys a noisy oyster most. Heard in English ’04 : He was accused of being a witch.” It has been said that a footstep was next found and picked up and kept. The measurement was all that was kept. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 171 ENGLISH NOTES 1902. Tests in civics are so nice, but generally, as King Dodo says. “You don’t know the answer.” 1902 wills the possibilities of a cantata to its fol- lowers with many regrets. Why not have class baseball teams in both schools? The S. C. P. S. ladies’ night was a grand success. The resignation of George Smith as president of the Lyceum led to the election of M. H. Ryder to that position. Of course you are to be on the baseball team! Why don't the girls start a ping-pong club? E. B. L. and Tommy Rots, wake up! McCann is an expert basket ball player. He and the girls have an excellent time on the lawn back of the school. Break, break, break, test tube and casserole. In my poeketbook burn ye a hole. Break, break, break, retorts and beakers go, “Oiem” is a good old subject, but how it takes the dough! —K. D. C. (NH4), S -f NH4C1 + H.,0 = Whew! Did you support the Q dance April 1? Thc March social showed signs of flagging class spirit. Brace up. 1902. The class odes and poems are arriving slowly and surely. On the whole, they are very good. It is now Captain Tift. English, 1903. Arc you a candidate for permanent secretary? Shakespeare repaired: This grizzly bear a lion rough appears. A new word discovered by 1902: Emblemical. The gift committee is requested to find out how much money they want. We deeply sympathize with our classmate Miss Crooks in her bereavement in the recent death of her sister. 1903. Raymond K. Tift, a prominent member of our class, was elected captain of this year's baseball team. Three hearty cheers for Tift! Master Lowell, of Elocution C, thinks that he can move his upper teeth. Perhaps they arc false, who knows? Stratton should not aspire to be a teacher in elo- cution. It has always been said that Sir Walter Raleigh introduced the habit of smoking. But recent dis- coveries show us that the fires built by the people of the ages long ago first began to smoke. Cummings, of Room 35, says he has a marble heart, as he is absolute proof against the wars of the elements. Dix in Chemistry— What weight of ammonia gas and of chlorine is necessary to produce a litter (liter) of nitrogen? We at last have an undisputablc title to a profes- sor in our class, as Master Ames has discovered in the chemical laboratory a gas hitherto unknown. It is paraffine gas. Room 35 regrets very much to have Miss Alice Darling leave them, but maybe she will find better company in Room 28. Be careful. Alice (darling). Overheard among the Freshmen:— Say, Bessie, we have got a great deal of statuary in this building, haven't we? Yes,” said her companion, but, really, I can’t see why they did not get them made of stone. These are nothing but plaster of Paris. Neither do I, agreed her companion. Remember, the editor sits in Room 35. and is al - ways glad to receive notes for our column. We wish to compliment Mr. Whitcomb on his joke with the fire alarm April 1. 1904. Who was Eustis thinking of when he kissed his hand in the English division? Elocution Teacher—Master McK—lar. what does scrutinized mean? Miss Ra—’s highest ambition is to go to France and become a countess. Teacher—The equal angles c equals 90 degrees and c’ 92 (90 too). Heard in History D.—Miss Snow— Hungry (Hungary), France, and Germany, etc.” Master McClosky— All the January’s (jaunsa- ries), etc.” Miss ('---wants somebody to invent an auto- matic pen that will write only what is absolutely correct. Class basket ball team has disbanded for the sea- son. Lawrence Mitchell was relected manager for next year and Lewis Remick captain. The L. E. D. club have obtained their club pins. They are shield shape, silver mounted, and inlaid with red and white enamel. 17 2 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR There is a certain something about Patrician Shoes that stamps them High Grade. All the excellence a shoe can hold at a price any woman can afford to pay. Oxfords, $3.00; Boots, $3.50. Sold exclusively in Somerville at flbtnk barn’s Shoe Stove GILMAN SQUARE McK—lar— It means to have a look.'' Manchester translating in French— Some mules charged with powder did, etc. Hereafter Edward Frost will be known as Teddy. Bean and Stacy had a private collation in the hall at the B. C. S. club’s gentlemen's night. We deeply sympathize with our classmate, Miss Crooks, in her bereavement in the recent death of her father. 1905. In behalf of Master Groves, I am requested to ask the freshmen to let him alone during recess, as lie wishes to study. Teacher—“Give me your quotation. C—11)—t. C—11)—t (quickly)— Yes. your honor -----. Dawes tells us that Remus and Romulus took and overthrew the king.” Owing to a delay in the shipping of the class pins, we received ours somewhat late; but they have at last arrived and have been distributed. Thanks are due the committee for their good work. The world must be declining if. as Libby says, the interest of the twentieth century is centred on dime novels. Libby’s pronunciation of jargon”—“jag-011. Howard's rendering of Livy”— Levi. Has Ik- still got his winter overcoat? Our friend and classmate, Willey, has had a seri- ous accident with a doctor’s carriage. Through the Radiator we wish to tender our heartfelt sym- pathy and earnestly hope for his rapid recovery. We have returned to our childish pastimes again, —playing in the mud. Teacher— Master F------, can you answer my question?” No answer. A little louder, please. -------—--------- Emma Anderson,” in the Dedham Bulletin, is well worth reading. We are glad to see an improvement in the Euter- pean. The smaller size is more neat and compact. AN APRIL IDYL.-. (Continued from page 168.) Yes, probably. Well, now, if you want those flowers to keep, you had better put them in water. And don’t go out in the woods any more without taking some of the girls, or you might meet another wolf. ( h. but I must, auntie, i prom—really, the woods are very beautiful, and I don't believe he will come any more, anyway. His vacation is only a week, and he has such a lot of friends and things to attend to. It will be quite safe. And I can go to some other part of the woods where he wouldn’t find me. I wouldn’t have gone there this morning, only the pinkest and earliest mayflowers grow there, and I used to play there so much. Three Aprils have passed over the little cottage, and now it is flooded again with the spring sun- shine. The table in Aunt Jemima’s spotless kitchen is groaning under the weight of the goodies just placed there by her own hand, still so skillful in rolling the delicious turnovers. But Aunt Je- mima is not here. In the parlor, bright with the morning light, and overflowing with mayflowers. there is a little figure clad in a black silk gown and soft, old lace. 1 lere is Aunt Jemima, giving the last loving touches to the homely furniture in the room, where her beloved little girl is that day to be mar- ried. Tears fill her eyes as she thinks what it means to her and to the fair young girl who has so long been the joy and comfort of her declining years, for now another is to take her place as com- forter and protector. Beneath an arch of mayflowers. robed in a snow- white gown and filmy veil, crowned only by the sun- lit halo of her golden hair and a circlet of dainty pink blossoms, sweet in her pure maidenhood. Elizabeth pledged her love and life to the rude boy” standing by her side, manly and handsome in the jov that has come to abide with him forever. --------------------------------------- How many of the girls have seen Moses minia- ture biograph? SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 173 ATHLETICS Basket Ball. Quindonians vs. Phi Delta Fraternity. 'Flic championship of Somerville was decided Friday evening, April 11. when the Phi Delta Fra- ternity defeated the Quindonian Club, with a score of Hi-33. The first half closed with a tie, 24-24, but the last halt showed plainly the lack of practice of the Quindonian Club. 'Fhe line-up:— QCIX DON IA X. P HI D EI FA. Smith, r.g...............l.g.. Doughty (Goode) Wyman, l.f...............................r.g.. Fitzgerald Peters, c........................c., Jennings Russ, l.f................................l.f., Dickinson Story (Liscomb), r.f.............r.f.. Nichols Score—Phi Deltas. Hi; Quindonians. 33. Time —2( min. halves. Referee—Dr. Merrill. Phi Deltas, 49; S. L. S.,'02, 13. On Thursday evening, March 20, the Phi Deltas defeated the Latin school senior class team. The team work of the Phi Delta aggregation was visible in every play, and to this they owed much of their score. Doughty and Dickinson excelled for the winners, and Butters, Shepard, and Wentworth for the losers. The line-up:— PHI DELTA. S. L. S.. ’02. Nichols, r.f...................l.g.. Wentworth Dickinson, l.f .........r.g.. Proctor (Nichols) Jennings fCapt.), c..........c.. Butters (Capt.) Doughty, r.g......................l.f.. Saunders Fitzgerald, l.g...................r.f.. Shepard Score—Phi Deltas. 49; S. L. S.. 13. Goals from field—Doughty, 7: Dickinson. 3; Nichols. 3; Jen- nings, 1 : Fitzgerald, 2; Shepard. 2: Wentworth, 2. Goals from fouls—Butters, 1 : Jennings. 1. Referee —Pritchard. Umpire—Lawson. Timer—Ilosmer. Time—20min. halves. Notes. Lewis, centre field on the '01 team, is one of four men from whom three will be picked to take care of the outfield at Amherst. Fisher. L. 01, held down the initial bag for Tufts in the Tufts-Boston University game. Manager Russ announces the following schedule for the baseball team:— April 19, Graduates at Broadway field. April 22. Dean Academy at Broadway field. •April 25, Cambridge high at Broadway field. April 28. Medford High at Broadway field. •May 1, C. M. T. S. at Broadway field. •May 5. Dorchester High at Broadway field. May 7, Groton at Groton. •May 9, 1� . E. II. S. at American League grounds. May 12, St. Mark's at South boro. •May 14, Cambridge High at Broadway field. May 17, Haverhill High at Broadway field. •May 21. Dorchester High at American League grounds. May 24, Salem at Salem. •May 2(5. P� . E. II. S. at Broadway field. May 27. Harvard Second at Cambridge. •May 30, C. M. T. S. at Broadway field. At a meeting of the Athletic Association held Monday, March 24. Raymond lift, K., '03, was elected captain of the baseball team. This action was rendered necessary by the failure of last year's team to elect a captain, and disapproval of the ap- pointment by the executive committee. It was not. as erroneously stated by a local paper, a contest be- tween the two schools, but simply between two men. either of whom would have made a good cap- tain. Graham has played on the football team for three years, captaining the '01 team, and on the baseball team one year, while Tift made his first •League games, 174 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR appearance in intcrscholastic athletics in the spring of 1901. Whatever our personal pcrfcrenccs may be, it is now the duty ol every Somerville under- graduate to get out and support the team as best he can. The annual athletic meet of the 13. A. A., held in .Mechanics’ building March 22, was, at least from a Somerville standpoint, one of the most satis- factory in the history of that organization. Worces- ter high school won the meet with a total of twenty points. Most of Somerville’s entries showed up well in their heats, but it fell to the lot of Pritchard, E. '02, to win Somerville’s only place, a second in 1000-yard run. This is Pritchard’s first year at track athletics, and even now lie has the stride and the staying power which many strive for, and but few get. At the gun lie jumped into fourth place and held it for two laps. In the third lap he moved into third position, and for two laps more trailed the two leaders. Just before the gong sounded for the last lap, Pritchard cut loose, picked up the second man, and started for the first, but the dis- tance was too great and he came home about six yards behind Murphy, of Worcester. In tlie 600- yard run, MacLaughlin ran well, and undoubtedly would have qualified, but for being spiked badly at the first corner. Rut it was the relay race that really aroused the Somerville supporters. ()ur old-time rival, Cam- bridge Manual Training School, sent a team in an effort to reverse the football and baseball scores of the past years. At the last moment Jennings, the mainstay of the Somerville team was protested, on what grounds no one knows, and not permitted to run. Rut Leary, his substitute, proved himself equal to the occasion. Story, Somerville’s first man, kept the lead gained on the first corner for two laps, but on the third weakened and came home about five yards to the bad. Captain Keyes, the next man up for Somerville, overtook his man on the second lap. and gradually drew away, until fifteen yards separated the men at the finish. In the third relay Pud” Smith added another ten yards to his lead, and Leary, Somerville’s last representative, ably held his own against Locke, Cambridge’s captain. F. .1. STANLEY Pearl Street Bearding, Baiting and Eivery Stable 240 PHAM. STREET. SOMERVILLE., MASS. 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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 17« J PHOTOCRA HXUJTRATED MONTH IX I Ml- AMERICAN (JOURNAL Of PHOTOGRAPHY BOSTON PHILADELPHIA CMICACO DO YOU KNOW Why Wide-awake Teachers everywhere read the “PHOTO ERA” regularly? FOR THREE REASONS: 1st—BECAUSE Photography is the latest and most successful educational appliance; and in the opinion of the best educators, is destined to revolutionize the science of education. 2d—BECAUSE “The Photo Era” is the only publication in the country that follows the development of photography along educational and artistic lines. 3d—BECAUSE the beautiful half-tone pictures and carefully written text of The Photo Era. filled with new ideas, will help them to win fame and fortune in their profession. Why not join the army of Photo Era readers, and become a winner? 15c. a copy. PHOTO ERA PUBLISHING COMPANY, 50c. a year. Dewey Square, Boston. K. F. HICKS, Caterer, 3 Waverley House, . City Square, . 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Merrill -------- 186 All’s Well That Ends Well .................................,87 When the Ship Came Home, by Laurence T. Cain...............188 King Rene's Daughter and Nance Oldfield....................189 People We Meet, by “Marsie” -............................. 190 Exchange Notes - - - - - - - � 9 Latin Notes ----------- 192 English Notes ...........................................- � 93 Athletics � 95 THE PHI DELTA BASKET BALL TEAM. -Winners of the Interclass and City Championships. Jwi k. Substitute. Fitxokkald, L. G. Doi'Outy, R. (•. Jennings, c. Nichols, I, F. Dickinson, K. F. ■ jce= THE RADIATOR SOMERVILLE LATIN AND HIGH SCHOOLS %v r at © � Voi.. XI. SOMKRVIM.K, MASSACHUSKTTS. M.W. I902. No. S. The Radiator is published by the Somerville Latin and English High Schools on the third Thursday of every month during the school year, and only important news matter can be received after the 10th of the month. 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RALPH D. CLEVERLY, 1902. JAMES A. McCOY, 1903. GERARD C. BEAN, 1904. HAROLD CURRIER. 1905. THE celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of Somerville High School is a thing of the past, but its memory will linger in the minds of those who participated for many days to come. The management of the celebration was entrusted to skillful hands, and not a flaw occurred to mar the pleasure of the anniversary. From all parts of the country old graduates returned to look once more 011 their Alma Mater, and to meet again friends of whom they had long since lost sight. Even the weather god smiled propitiously, and when the celebration was at length concluded, it was univer- sally acknowledged that the fiftieth anniversary celebration of Somerville High School was one-of the best of its kind that has ever taken place in the vicinity of Boston. p p. p, p. 'I' 11 E day is near at hand when once more we shall lay the roses and the laurel over the graves of our soldier dead. The ranks of the Grand Army are fast thinning, and each succeeding year there are more graves to deck and more dead heroes to honor. Brave Grand Army men! The wars of to-day seem slight compared with the war in which you fought. You saw real battles, where brave Americans fought brave Americans. You carried 180 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR your Hag through scenes of heroism whose like may never be known again. We take off our hats to you. Grand Army men. You have fought the good tight. To you is the victory. � k v v. ME XT month we take our farewell of the Radiator, and we intend to do it in great style. All will acknowledge that.this season we have presented some very artistic covers, but next month we shall outdo ourselves in this respect. Resides the usual amount of literary matter, jokes, news, etc., we shall add a supplement, which will contain a summary of all the important events of the year, and accounts of every club, fraternity, or society in the school. The price.—oh. the price, dear students, notwithstanding these attractions, will remain unchanged. In consequence of this eloquent description of the attractions of the next number we expect to sell every copy of the June Radiator which we print. V, V. V. I T is a strange coincidence that three of our great- est literary men should die within less than a month of each other, liret I larte. Frank R. Stock- ton. and Paul Leicester Ford were men who have made no small contribution to American literature. I low great they were we can hardly decide. They are too near to judge, but time, the lcveler of all things, will some day give each his proper place among the literary workers of America. At all events, we feel that the readers of America suffer a great loss in their untimely death. V v v. v. pOR the unique and artistic cover which we dis- play this month we are indebted to Messrs. Scott and Bradford, of the English School. This cover, which is the most expensive we have yet displayed, was first modeled in clay and then photographed, producing a remarkably fine effect. We believe that this is the first cover of its kind that has ever adorned the Radiator. « « ISS Merrill of the English school faculty has relinquished her duties for a time, having been granted a leave of absence for the remainder of the school year. She will make an extended tour of Europe, visiting Spain, Italy, Switzerland. Austria, Germany, France, and England. Ron voyage, and safe return to you. Miss Merrill. •t it it at “Q WHAT a lovely dream”—a Radiator office! MOX(i the most pleasing circumstances con- nected with the High School celebration were the universal marks of respect, admiration, and love shown to Mr. George L. Baxter. And as- suredly he deserves them. For thirty-five years he has been headmaster, first of the High School, and after the division, of the Latin School. Thirty-five classes have passed in review before him, and started out to the battles of life. And Mr. Baxter never forgets his boys and girls: he always takes pains to ascertain where each has gone and how each is prospering. Many a successful man to- day owes his success to Mr. Baxter’s training. May it be permitted him to fit many more young men and women for life’s work. V V. V V y E are all delighted to see Mr. Whitcomb back at school again. After a month in Summer- ville, S. C., he comes back to us. though not entirely restored to his former health, vet greatly benefited by the change of climate and by his much-needed rest. We venture to hope that he will not spend all his slowly-accumulating strength, but will spare himself, if such a thing is possible for him. It is needless to sav how much we all missed Mr. Whit- comb. The pupils of both schools rejoice in his return. v. v v v ’P11E high schools should feel themselves indebted to City Engineer Bailey for the prompt and efficient way in which he has carried through the plans for fitting up an athletic field on Broadway. It is an accommodation that the high schools were long in need of, and we feel sure it will be appre- ciated. V V V V Jp'RIXC. the speech of Senator Huntress at the recent celebration he incidentally spoke of the Radiator and characterized it as the best piece of school literature in the Commonwealth. You’re right, senator, it is. V V. v„ v. JF there is any one in the Senior class who has not had his countenance reflected on Mr. Purdy’s camera, he had better make haste, or we fear he will not be able to -make satisfactory exchanges. v, v v v JyJEXT month we shall publish the class poems of both Senior classes. We should like to publish the class prophecies, but there are many who would have serious objections. So we must refrain. SOMERVILLE IIIGIl SCHOOL RADIATOR LSI THE MYSTERY OF THE MANOR. Ey cNla.rga.ret MacLean, S. E. H. S.t '03. (Based on fact.) L X the gloom and green of a great forest overlooking the blue waters of the Hudson, there stands the ancient dwelling-place of the old Van Rens- selaer family. Great northern pines partly conceal the front of this old ( olonial house, whose brick walls have, for the last hundred years, been slowly falling to decay. Like all manors of the period, the house has a pillared veranda looking north over the park. On the eastern side of the building are the remains of the magnificent conservatory built by the ruddy- faced. gouty-legged Stephen Van Rensselaer, whose coat-of-arms, brilliantly done in red and blue and gold, still adorns the panels and ceiling of the veranda; a gray cat was basking in the sun at the foot of a pillar, only leaving his place, now and then, to chase a withered leaf whirled along by the wind: great smoke wreaths from the kitchen chim- ney rose and fell, and then vanished in the pines. The afternon was full of color. The river winds, laden with the fragrance of the pines, blew cool and pure through the park and through the manor.of gruff old Stephen Van Rensselaer. But he, that old man before whom the county trembled, sitting in his study ruddy-faced and gouty-legged, heeded not, that below his window the river was sparkling through the trees, that the park was aflame with color, that the pines rose grandly against the sky. 11 is brow was convulsed as if with agony of pain. Could it be that he had heard that his son, the prodigal, the disinherited, had returned secretly and by night to the little village below the park? Or “ In the gloom and green of a great forest . . music room. Around the manor extends the great lawn, which can be likened to nothing but a velvet carpet of Lincoln green. From the eastern side of the lawn, the avenue of oaks winds through the scraggly and neglected park along the water's edge. The whole place is very dark, very lonely, very gloomy. The wise ones say it is a place befitting the crimes which have been committed there. And now you shall hear: for this is what the wise ones say. It was the November, the month of dead things, one hundred years ago. The manor, which had been thrown open to guests for the week to cele- brate the wedding of the young Stephen Van Rens- selaer to his cousin, presented a lively scene. Ser- vants were passing in and out over the western . . there stands the ancient dwelling-place.'’ was it that he had heard of some new crime com- mitted by this same son, who had not hesitated to basely betray the interests and the honor of this old man. his father? Or was it only that his foot was twinging on this clear November day? But his face expressed something more than physical pain : it was the pain of the strong man who suffers keenly, yet is helpless to combat the evil which he hates and fears. Once Van Rensse- laer placed his hand upon the bell, as if to ring, then slowly drew his hand away. Now and then the sound of buoyant laughter came in through the win- dows. But Van Rensselaer heeded nothing. Gradually the leaden twilight came on: the winds blew freely: shadows gathered around the pines. In the study, the place occupied by Stephen Van 182 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Rensselaer seemed but a bank of shadows as in- definite as a dream. II. About twelve o’clock there was a violent ring of the study bell. In answer to the summons,, a middle-aged man. Van Rensselaer’s trusted servant, appeared at the door. Van Rensselaer, seated beside his desk, glanced around uneasily, and motioned that lie wished the door shut. Then looking keenly at his servant, he said abruptly,— Do you know that there is a hidden door in the wall of the main cellar, below the music room?” Yes. sir.” the man replied. How did you find it? The old man looked de- cidedly suspicious now. It was by accident, sir: it is not a place easily seen.” Did you open the door? I had no key, sir. Van Rensselaer heaved a sigh of relief, and still watching the man keenly, said:— I want you to open that door and bring me a paper of the greatest importance, 'fake this key: it is large and unlike any other key that you have ever seen. Now mark my words carefully. An hour later, as the man was about to leave the study, his master called him back, saying indiffer- ently. ISy the way. John, have you heard of any new arrivals in the village?” Xo. sir. the man replied. Very well. You may go. Bring me the paper quickly.” As the man turned away. Van Rensselaer said to himself. A mere idle rumor. I dare say.” Taking a small lantern, the man went into the cellar, the entrance to which was back of the but- ler's pantry, and making his way slowly, reached the hidden door. After cleaning the dust and cobwebs from the keyhole, the man took the key that was like no other, in his trembling hand, and attempted to move the door. But the oak was stubborn. With an impatient exclamation, he placed his lan- tern upon the floor, and worked with all his strength to turn the key. Slowly, gratingly, the key turned. From the entrance, a long passage, lined with blocks of stone and cement, could be seen. The lantern rays penetrated a few feet, and there stopped, cut off by the damp and clinging blackness. Slowly the man went along the passage. Xow he had come to the bend mentioned by Van Rens- selaer. ()verhead he could hear the dull rushing of the Hudson waters. And here the walls underwent a change. Green things grew in the wet; moss, damp and fine, clung to the walls; sickly ferns filled the crevices. Here the man's foot hit a large brown rock. Raising his lantern, he examined the wall on his left carefully. After satisfying himself that he was in the right place, he took out a small knife and be- gan to remove the cement which held in place a group of peculiarly speckled stones. The cement, softened by the water which trickled slowly down the rock, was easily removed and the stones taken out. In the space left, was a row of white-washed pebbles. ()ne, two, four, five, seven, the man whispered to himself, as he counted the stones, beginning at the left. When he reached the word seven. his hand fell on a small wooden knob. Then it is true. he muttered. Old Van Rens- selaer spoke the truth. All the secrets and the treasures of the Van Rensselaers lie buried here.” Then lie looked around him, and some new idea seemed to give him strength. Van Rensselaer will not live long, and the young Stephen- This may harm my young mas- ter. Xo! 1 will not do it. But wait—I will carry back the paper. I will do my master’s bid- ding. But the key— Pressing his lips tightly together, and summoning all his strength, he pressed the knob. Creaking and groaning heavily, a panel shot back, revealing a hidden cabinet, filled with papers and neatly labelled boxes. Seizing the paper he desired, he started to retrace his steps. But first he returned, re- placed the stones which lie had taken out. and filled the cracks with mud in which he planted moss and ferns. Then seizing his lantern, he took to his heels and was presently outside the hidden door. Locking the door, he stole softly to the other side of the basement, and raised the well cover. There was a glint of brass in an upraised hand; there was a splashing of water. Never again would the se- crets of the hidden passage be revealed. III. Meantime the grand ball was at its height. The old manor was ablaze with light from the servants’ rooms to the butler's pantry. Never before at Rensselaer had there been such lavish entertain- ment. Great logs filled the fireplaces and threw a warm glow over polished floors and satin chairs. The door was raised, leaving the whole end of the draw- ing room open to the conservatory, and from the adjoining music room came the softened sound of sweet music and gay laughter. It was after midnight when the'ball broke up. and the guests retired to their rooms. All that night they slept soundly: but one or two next morning related strange dreams of muffied sound and muffled lights, and strange footsteps echoing along the silent halls. The next morning old Stephen Van Rensselaer was found dead in his study chair. But of the young Stephen Van Rensselaer and his gray-eyed bride, nothing was ever heard. They had vanished with the November night. Rumor says that, years afterward, they were heard from in China. Some say that the scaled room and the blood stain furnish ominous proof: others say that the prodigal son could solve the mystery: while those who speak the truest say And I think they arc right. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 183 CUPID AND MARS. By Charles F. Shepard, L., '02. O say the least, the class of '98 Harvard was angry. Their president, Nat Adams, had. to all appearances, been kidnapped, and a luckless Junior, having let fall a remark about missing presidents, the ban had fallen on his class. This mysterious disappearance had hap- pened in the latter part of the spring of ‘98, one week before the date set for the Senior banquet. The general feeling among the Seniors was that Adams would probably turn up all right, and that the Juniors were only trying to get even with the Seniors for the tricks played on them during their I'reshman year, but the class anxiety increased when he did not appear after the banquet. They couldn't suspect foul play, as Adams was one of the most popular men in college, and was not known to have any enemies. He was the only son of Stanley Adams, one of Roston's richest brokers. His mother had died while he was yet quite young, and most of his life had been spent at school, he having come to Harvard from Groton. Being a good fellow, he soon became popular, and in his senior year had been elected president of his class, and for a time had played tackle on the champion- ship team of his year. At one of the class day spreads of '97. Xat had me! a girl who somehow seemed to fascinate him. lie had obtained permission to call, and soon went across the bridge quite frequently. When his father heard of his attentions to this young lady he dropped business long enough to threaten Xat that, if he didn’t stop, he would cease paying his bills, lie had set his heart on his son's marrying one of the four hundred. Xat had spent the evening previous to his dis- appearance at a theatre party given by Mrs. Xason. the mother of his fiancee. Toward the close'of the evening's performance. Xat’s father, coming home from tlie club, had dropped into the theatre with a few of his friends, and. as bad luck would have it, they had been assigned the box opposite that occu- pied by his son and his friends. 1'rom the time Adams left the theatre no one could lie found who had either seen or heard of him. It seemed as if the earth had opened and swallowed him up. About the first week in July, those who were yet at Harvard were greatly astonished to read in their newspapers an account of the bravery of Lieuten- ant Xathaniel Adams of the Sixth United States Regulars, son of one of Boston's influential business men. It was the second day after the great fight at San Juan, and about two columns had been given to this account, which ended by saying that Adams had been seriously wounded, and his life was in danger. His identity had been established by a telegram found in his pocket, which read as follows:— Roston, Mass. You have offended once too often. You are your own master. (Signed) Stanley C. Adams. April 7, 1S9S. Xothing besides this telegram, two photographs, anti a little loose change were found upon him. He had been wounded in the first part of the battle, lie was leading his platoon up that terrible slope, covered with a network of barbed wire, pit- falls, anti the like, in a well-nigh impossible assault on one of the Spanish blockhouses. He was, as customary, at the head of his company, and all. as secretly as possible, were approaching the fortress. When about two hundred yards away, they were discovered, and they knew then that their only hope of success lay in one bold assault. The men sprang up and rushed forward, taking cover wherever it could be found. Towards the first of the engagement Adams had received a slight wound on his left arm, but he reso- lutely pushed on. The men gathered themselves for a final charge, and sprang forward only to be met by a withering fire; men were dropping here and there, and the slender line began to waver, when Adams, with a shout, dashed nearly up to the walls. This turned the tide in favor of the Americans, who swarmed up the very walls, and. reinforced by the other platoon of their company, captured the whole surviving garrison. The victory, though, had cost them dear. At the last charge. Adams had received two more wounds, one in the chest and the other in the head. This last stunned him. General Shafter. who with his staff had watched the brave assault from a neigh- boring hilltop, sent one of his officers to inquire who had led the charge and to express to him his admiration of the deed; but when the messenger ar- rived the apparently lifeless form of Adams was being conveyed to the rear by some of the ambul- ance corps. He remained unconscious for the next three days, during which time he was con- veyed to the Olivette. a hospital ship then lying off shore. This boat was soon filled with those most seriously wounded, and started on its voyage homeward. Having seen Miss Xason and her mother safely home on the night of the theatre party. Xat was returning to his room in Cambridge in a rather dubious state of mind, and was about to mount the steps, when a telegraph boy ran up to him and asked, Could you tell me. Mister, where I can find Xathaniel Adams?” 184 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR I am he,” said Adams, turning pale and extend- ing his hand, ’is that message for me? Yep, replied the hoy. drawing forth his book and pencil and handing the former to Adams to sign. This done, the hoy pocketed the hook again, gave over his message, and slowly set out down the campus. Adams nervously tore open the envelope and in the dim light of the hall night lamp read those fateful words, You have offended once too often. You arc your own master. At first he was dazed, hut. recovering himself with a struggle, he silently went up to his room. Sitting down before his writing desk. Xat carefully penned two letters, one resigning the presidency of his class, and the other to Miss Xason. Sealing and stamping them, he laid them on the desk, where they would he collected in the morning, hut in taking up two photographs, he accidentally brushed a sheet of writing paper over his letters, and the next morning when the janitor was clear- ing up his room, he carelessly tucked the three into one of the pigeon holes. Having pocketed the photographs. Xat rushed downstairs and across the campus. I le jumped on hoard a car and finally arrived at the new Union Station, where he caught the early express to New York. By habit he went to one of the best hotels and registered, forgetting that he was his own master and that his capital was very small. After a morning's sleep lie had set out looking for some sort of work, it had seemed easy enough before he tried, for a college-bred man to get em- ployment. hut. after an afternoon spent in vain, he was rather downhearted, and was on the way to his hotel, when the Hag of a recruiting office attracted his eye. He immediately made up his mind to en- list. and walking into the office was soon enrolled, and was ordered to report the next morning for his physical examination. This he easily passed and became a full-tledged soldier of the United States. He readily picked up the manual of arms and other requirements, and was assigned to the Sixth United States Infantry, where he became first a cor- poral and then a sergeant. Then came the call to arms, and Xat found him- self at Tampa, awaiting the arrival of the transport for Cuba, lie was now a second lieutenant, hav- ing passed an examination for the office, which had become vacant by the failure of his former superior to come up to the physical requirements. Then came the time of weary waiting, which was fol- lowed bv those great victories, dearly paid for. through which Adams had carried himself so bravely. At the disappearance of Adams. Miss Xason. like the rest, supposed that he would turn up in the course of a week or so. but when nothing was heard of him she began to be anxious concerning him. and found that in her heart she had a rather warm affection for the president of Harvard’s Senior class. After two months, finding that she couldn’t forget him. she had persuaded her mother to let her go as a nurse on the C)livette, a hospital ship setting out from Boston, thinking in this way her mind might be diverted from the thoughts of her missing friend. The Olivette sailed soon after Miss Xason had been enrolled as a member of the Red Cross, and she soon found herself off the coast of Cuba await- ing the need of her services. It came, and she did her part bravely, as she aided the wounded soldiers, dressing slight wounds and moistening the lips of the groaning men in the cots along the side of the ship. While attending to her duties on the day after the fight at San Juan, a silent form was brought in and laid on a cot in her ward. She followed the surgeon to the bed- side to aid him if possible, when, glancing at the pale face, she recognized Xat Adams in spite of the change made by his khaki suit. She gave a faint gasp, but uttered no other sound while the sur- geon looked at the wounds and dressed two of them, but shook his head when he examined the third. A Mauser bullet had passed completely through the wounded man's body. If this had not touched any of his internal organs the surgeon stated that he had a fair chance of recovery. After the surgeon had left. Miss Xason made Xat as comfortable as possible, and then went to the open port-hole to cool her swimming brain. How could he have got here, and in this condition, too? After musing for a few minutes, she silently set about on the fulfilment of her duties of the day. About noon the Olivette” got up steam and slowly started on its homeward course. )n the second day, while Miss Xason was sitting oh a camp stool beside Nat’s bed. he slowly opened his eyes and fixed them on his nurse. Evelyn, lie cried, how came you here, and where am I?” Hush. she replied, don't talk any more. You were wounded and I am taking you home. Please try and sleep again. lie then wearily closed his eyes and was soon fast asleep. ()n each of the following days he seemed a little stronger, and the day of their arrival at Boston he had sat up a little. Miss Xason had told her side of the story, and each day he had told a little of his adventures since his disappearance. Miss Xason had had arrangements made for him to be conveyed to her own home, and the next day wrote a letter to Xat's father, in which it was stated that if he would kindly call at Xo. 3? ----------- Avenue, he would find out something to his ad- vantage. Since his son’s disappearance Mr. Adams had aged considerably, and cared for nothing but business. On seeing an account of his son’s hero- ism in the paper, he had immediately telegraphed the war department for more news concerning his [ Continued on page It : ] SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 185 50TH ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION. A. B. L.t '02. On the last days of April a birthday anniversary was celebrated in Somerville by almost the entire city.—a birthday of great significance to all her citizens. It was the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the High School. The festivities were begun on Friday. April 25. when all the pupils who are now receiving the bene- fit of her fifty years of growth and improvement met upon the green and honored her with songs and cheers. Mr. Laxter spoke a few words of memory for what has been and hope for the future of our two fine schools. ()n Sunday evening religious services were held in the l uitarian church, commemorating this occa- sion. important in the annals of education. Here Dr. Capcn, president of the college situated just be- yond our borders, which has recently celebrated its pleasing address for the graduates. Following these exercises came class reunions and receptions in our own buildings, which were beautifully deco- rated with drapery and with the mottoes of every class since 18(52 carefully printed in colors upon the blackboards of the various rooms in which the classes met. to see again familiar faces and old friends, some of whom they had not seen for years, perhaps not since.together they bade farewell to the dear old school. An excellent collation was served, and when midnight was near at hand all joined in a farewell song in memory of old times. Tuesday evening a soiree was held at Anthoines academy, where graduates of all ages joined in dancing until a late hour. The matrons, all former graduates, exquisitely gowned, received in a bower of palms. His Honor Mayor Glines with Mrs. UKolUii: 1.. KAXTKIt. Head Master f the l-atin High. own completion of half a century of diffusing knowledge, spoke in the highest terms of our S. 11. S Monday evening was the night of reunion. Pro- fessor Am home's hall was handsomely decorated with bunting and palms, and here the graduates of half a century assembled i do honor to the school which sent them out into the world, ready to fight life’s battles. An interesting programme was given, in which former graduates, some with temples whitened by the frost of years, some who have risen to fame, and some just entering the world beyond school days, did each his part to make the evening one long to be remembered. President Eliot of Harvard honored the occasion with his presence, and sj oke with sincere praise of the master who has for so many years sent to Har- vard classes of unusual merit to finish an education well begun under his scrupulous care. ()ur mayor, himself a graduate under the same revered master, who is still the life of the Latin school, gave an address for the city: Mr. Cutler spoke for the school committee: and Senator Huntress gave a march. In 1852 the High School of Somerville held its first session, with Robert Lickford as its principal. Ly his efforts it became an established institution. Thirty-five years ago. after several changes, Mr. George L. Laxter became headmaster. Then, by iiis intluence and labor, began the rise and improve- ment of the school, which have never ceased from that time. During this celebration Mr. Laxter has been honored most highly by commendation from every side, commendation which could never be too great for the noble work which he has accom- plished throughout these years. In '9(5 the school had grown so large that the division was made which now exists, and Mr. Laxter remained as headmaster of the Latin School while Mr. Charles T. C. W hitcomb took charge of the fine new build- ing in which the English High was located. Under his admirable supervision it has far outgrown even the most hopeful anticipations, and has come to take its place in the first rank among the English schools of the Commonwealth. KoltKKT IlICKKOlil� . First of the High School. ' ii.� • i.r.i llea l Master of the Ki uli� h IIiuli School. I'red Wood and Mr. and Mrs. Baxter led the grand 186 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR A SECOND TRIAL By Mildred A. Merrill, E. H. S.t '02. PRIXG came early in Ohio that year of 1863. I t was one of those warm, close clays that sometimes conic in the first oi March. Mrs. Brown and her daughter were busily frying dough- nuts. with the back door thrown open and the tempting odor floating out upon the air. Perhaps it was the smell of the frying fat, perhaps it was the sound of Lizzie's cheerful voice singing at her work that attracted the weary traveler.— whatever the cause, a foot was heard on the door- step, and a gruff voice asked. I‘lease, can ycr give a poor feller some work?” Mrs. Brown’s first thought was to wake old Rover from his nap behind the stove, but a second glance at the figure before her led her to change her mind. If she judged wholly by dress, surely this was the most dis- reputable of the tramp” class: but Mrs. Brown looked into the boy’s eyes, for lie was hardly more than a boy, and saw there a bright, true gleam, in spite of their timid droop; looked at the well- fortned, sensitive mouth, and forgot the clothes and the whining voice. You do look as if you were hungry,” she ob- served kindly, extending to him a plateful of the crisp, hot doughnuts. Somehow it took a long time for that lunch to be eaten, and soon the hardy farmer came in from work. He looked askance at the ragged figure seated at the kitchen table. ‘Sh! father. his wife whispered, can’t you find some work that fellow can do? 1 le ain't so bad as he looks, and his hands arc real clean, so now ! ’ Pretty state of affairs, tramp coming round here for work this time o’ year. grumbled the farmer. But that afternoon George, as he gave his name, accompanied Mr. Brown to mend the back fence, and be prepared 'gainst them cows this summer.” as he expressed it. That night the boy slept in the barn, and Mrs. Brown and Lizzie, at least, slept better for the thought of a kindly action done to a stranger in trouble. The next day there were more odd jobs to be done, and Mr. Brown, though he would not have acknowledged it. found the new chap” of great ser- vice. always ready to see when help was wanted, al- ways'skillful in doing the little things the older man found difficult with his clumsy movements. And he ain’t no hand to talk all the time, either. the man confided to his wife. The second night, at father's suggestion, the boy was told that he might sleep in the regular man’s room” over the shed. After that George was made to feel himself a member of that cheery, honest family. A love of truth and a strict adherence to duty characterized all three of these simple country people, and in this atmosphere the boy lived and grew strong in many ways, almost unconsciously to himself. Mrs. Brown, having no sons of her own, felt al- most a mother’s tenderness for the merry, active lad. George, on his part, almost idolized this gentle woman, with her quiet words and kindly smile. Her every wish, even to the most trifling, was carried out joyfully, and a happy intercourse sprang up between them. But yet there were times when Mrs. Brown felt a strange anxiety about the boy. Her husband confessed that, away from the bright home company. George was not always so cheerful and smiling. Sometimes there was a strange look in the boy’s eyes and a sober expres- sion on his mouth, unusual for one so young and merry. All kindly questions as to his former home or life he carefully avoided answering. Moreover, Ik- lived quietly in this secluded little village, seem- ing to dread mention of the great world without. Certainly, the Brown family agreed that there was something strange, but yet lovable, about their new boy. The summer days passed by uneventfully, with their customary round of work. But there were gala days even here. Fourth of July came, and was celebrated with more than usual spirit that year, tor down south in Kentucky and west in Vir- ginia real victories were being won by our armies, and feelings of patriotism were ablaze everywhere. Then, on rare occasions, there were visits to the city six miles away, and all the Brown family, from the old farmer to his daughter Lizzie, enjoyed these to the utmost. One bright summer day the girl drove to the city with her father, and came home full of stories of the wonders to be seen there. 1 ler girlish eye had been completely fascinated by a bright, gold bracelet, displayed in the jeweler’s window. If she could only have that bracelet, she thought, her happiness would be complete. One morning the next week Mr. Brown rose early. Where’s that boy? There’s work to be done to-day. 1 should say. he ejaculated 'to his wife. But the boy did not appear. Later, in his room, was found a letter addressed to Mrs. Brown, and a small, neatly-tied package with Lizzie’s name written in a manly hand. In the latter was a gold bracelet, the much-coveted one from the city. I tut the letter attracted all attention just then. Fu n. the blotted words and confused sentences they finally gathered some information as to the confession it contained. That boy been to the war and deserted!’’ Going back under another name and join Joe Hooker's army! Good for him Come from Maine, too. where all our folks liv ’ Well. 1 expect you’d be frightened yourself with bullets whizzing and men dying. Josiah Brown, and he only nineteen, and never away from his SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 1ST mother before. Of course you can keep the brace- let. Liz. I know he won't desert a second time.” After the first excitement over the boy’s sudden departure was over, life went on much as usual in tha’ quiet, secluded farmhouse, and a new boy slept in the little room over the shed. « There is a li t tie farmhouse in the north of Maine which boasts as its proudest adornment in its best parlor an American flag, and below it a sword kept brightly polished, and tied with red. white, and blue ribbon to the hilt is an old-fashioned gold bracelet. It you ask the tiny, bare-footed little fellow swing- ing on the gate what these relics mean, he will swell up and answer proudly, Oh. 'ose tings, 'ose tings is what married my gwampa and gwamma. My gwampa was—a—a colonel in the Civil War! “ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.” Ey Gertrude cM. NCLE PAUL, can you spare a few minutes, or am I intruding? My dear boy. I’m delighted to see you at last. You have neglected your poor old uncle shamefully of late. Ralph. Ralph’s face (lushed as tie stammered. Er------. well. sir. the fact is that mother has had friends visiting her. Mrs. and Miss Lowe, from New York, and 1 have been helping her entertain them. Ah. ha! I see you have, especially the «laugh- ter. I'll warrant you were never before so thoughtful concerning your mother's guests, you young scamp! said the gentleman, his keen eyes twinkling. Ralph, you are actually blushing like a girl. Won't you invite me to call on this charm- ing creature, or are you afraid your old uncle will cut you out? Now. uncle, it’s too mean for you to tease me when you know I never was much of a fellow to bother about the girls. Glad you put it in the past tense, young man. Well, to change the subject, mother wants you to be sure and come over this evening, as she has invited a few friends. Thank you. Ralph; tell your mother I'll come with pleasure. Rut stay a minute! as hi’s calle, opened the door. Look out for this girl, my lad. and remember the best of them are fickle. Wonder what the old chap meant bv that cynical remark? thought Ralph, as he walked rapidly homeward. Now that 1 think of it. I be- lieve mother said he had some kind of a disap- pointment about a girl in his young days. Still, he’s a jolly old fellow, and its the.tallest kind of sport to watch him avoid all eligible damsels - Hello. Dick, how arc you? Xo. 1 can't go out to- night. but you'd better come up to the house, and I'll introduce you to the prettiest girl you've seen for some time. By the way. Cousin Gladys will be there, too. I know that will persuade you. if noth- ing else will. Thanks, old fellow. I'll conic, sure. Thought that would fetch you. See that you come early. Good-bye. for now!” After his ncphew'’s departure, Mr. Ilowland Grant, L'02. mused thoughtfully at his desk, lie opened the lid of his watch, and sat for a long time gazing at a face concealed there. It was the picture of a young girl, with rippling golden hair and eyes of deep blue. I he face was very beautiful, with its exquisite color- ing. and the laughing red lips revealed the small, pearly teeth. This was the one touch of sentiment the shrewd business man ever allowed himself. Presently he exclaimed: •‘Pshaw. 1 am getting old and sentimental. Then shutting the case with a sharp snap he devoted himself again to his work. About nine o’clock. Mr. Howland was admitted to his sister's house. From the drawing-room he heard Ralph singing an old love song. It may be for years. tand it may be forever.” rang out Ralph's rich voice. I haven't heard that song for years, thought Mr. Ilowland, sadly. Xot since that night.” 1 le slopped short in the doorway, his eyes riveted on the white-gowned girl at the piano, ior she was the living representation of the picture in his watch. Was he dreaming, or had he awakened from a nightmare of twenty years? As lie stood there, white and still as the marble statue near him. a servant approached him and asked. Shall I tell Mrs. W eston you are here, sir? Paul Ilowland started violently. He felt weak and faint. Xo one in the drawing-room had seen him. He must be alone for a little, away from curious eyes. Xo, Thomas.” he managed to say. I-----------1 don't feel quite well. I think I’ll lie down in the library. Xo. no! don't tell my sister. It will only worry her. Rut you might send my nephew to me when he has finished singing. He gained the library, and threw himself on a couch. What could it mean? Who was the girl he had seen ? The singing ceased and the door was hastily opened as Ralph entered. Uncle Paul. Thomas said you were ill.” Sit down. Ralph. I have a story to tell you. which 1 shall make as brief as possible. Twenty years ago. when I was in Paris, I met a beautiful 188 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR American girl, who was staying with her parents at the hotel where I boarded. W e were often to- gether. and after a while were engaged. About this time I was obliged to go away for a week on important business. I returned two days earlier than i had expected. I reached the hotel, joyously anticipating Lillian's surprise and pleasure at see- ing me back so soon. The parlors were brilliantly lighted and 1 heard a man's voice singing the song that you have just sung. As I passed the door on my way to my room. I glanced in. Could 1 believe my eyes? There was Lillian, my Lillian, at the piano accompanying the singer, with whom she seemed to my eyes to be on the most intimate, if not loving terms. Naturally jealous, the sight maddened me. Cnseen by anyone in the parlors. 1 left the building, spent the night at another hotel, and next morning, poor desperate fool that I was. started for America without leaving any message for Lillian. I have never seen her since, nor have I ever before told anyone of my little romance. •‘Imagine my sensations when I heard you sing- ing that song to-night, and saw the exact counter- part of Lillian Montrose as 1 last saw her. Look at this picture. Ralph. and drawing out his watch. Mr. Howland displayed the picture in it. “I can explain a part of the story. Uncle. The young lady whom you saw to-night is Miss Lowe. I know that Mrs. Lowe was Lillian Montrose—” At this point the door opened again, and Mrs. Lowe glided in. • Ralph, your mother wants you to-----” Rut Ralph had vanished. W hen he returned to the library an hour later, with Lillian I.owe. Lil- lian's mother and his uncle were still there. The young people would have retreated when Mr. How- land called them back, and introduced Ralph to his future aunt. Ralph was delighted when six weeks later Mrs. Lowe became Mrs. Howland. The young man gave himself the credit of the whole affair, and claimed a valuable reward, namely. Lillian. Two years after, there was a grand wedding in the Howland home. When congratulations were in order. Mr. Howland presented to Ralph a gentle- man whom he introduced as Dr. Montrose. Mrs. I lowland’s brother. My the way. Ralph, the doctor is the man who was singing in the hotel that night. Not knowing that Lillian had a brother. I fancied him a rival. So my jealous haste spoiled twenty years for me.” Mut my Lillian might have been my cousin, and this wedding would probably have never been. All’s well that ends well.’ after all. Uncle.” WHEN THE SHIP CAME HOME. By Laurence T. Cain. 'The ship sailed clown the dancing bay. The bay was warm and bright. 'The sea beyond smiled back with joy. And the sailor’s heart was light. At last in the still of evening The ship came into the bay. Beaten and bent by the weather. Old, and tattered, and gray. The ship sailed out of the harbor: And many a day rolled on E’er the ship returned to the haven. The port from whence slic’d gone. Silent she sailed up the harbor. And in the dark of night. Many a league had she wandered. And striven in many a tight. Mut now in the still of evening. Ne’er more o’er the ocean to roam. Ment by the wind and the weather. The wand’ring ship came home. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 180 PUBLIC OCCURRENCES. E. B. L. Club Vs. Quindonians. The E. R. L. Club still retains the prize cup won last season from the Quindonians in a whist tourna- ment. Although the score made on the evening of Friday. April '?• was not as close as that of last year, the game was lively and interesting. The guests of the evening were: Miss Aline Hanscom, Miss Blanche Holman, Miss Irene Hor- ton. .Miss Grayce W ing. Miss Ruby W hite. Miss Florence Remis, Misses Stoddcr. Edward French. Alonzo Russ. Alexander Graham. Louis Keyes. W illiam Wyman. Ferdinand Smith. George Lis- comb. and Percy I'nderhill. King Rene's Daughter and Nance Oldhcld. ()n Tuesday evening. April l‘ . the Comedy Club, under the direction of Miss Eda Lulette Nichols, presented the double bill of King Rene's Daugh- ter and Nance Oldfield. at I’nitarian hall, before a large and appreciative audience. King Rene’s Daughter. a dramatic poem of the Fifteenth cen- tury, was not of a character to arouse such enthu- siasm as did the later play. The cast: King Rene. Miss Emma E. Prichard: Tristan de Vaudcmont. Miss Grayce M. W ing: Sir Geoffrey. Miss Lizzie R. Landers; Elm Jahia. Miss E. R. Weiner: Sur Almeric. Miss Alice F. Trochu; Hirtrand. Miss Florence L. Remis: Iolanthe. Miss Jessie Emerson: Martha. Miss M. Louise Dyer. Miss Prichard’s King Rene. the fond father of the blind Iolanthe. was exceedingly well portrayed, and evidently well studied. As Iolanthe Miss Emerson showed no little dramatic ability. She reached her best acting at the natural climax where Iolanthe recovers her sight. 'The remaining roles of the cast were very creditably taken. After this play it needed just such a drama as Nance Oldfield. and just such an actress as Miss Remis, to rouse the audience from indifference to the greatest enthusiasm. Nance Oldfield” is a sketch of a London actress of the Eighteenth cen- tury. and was one of the favorite plays in Miss Ellen Terry’s repertoire. 'The cast of Nance Old- field was: Nathan Oldworthy. Miss Lizzie R. Landers: Alexander Oldworthy. Miss Alice F. Trochu: Susan. Miss Grayce M. W ing: Mrs. Anne Oldfield. Miss Florence L. Remis. The portrayal of Nance Oldfield like that given by Miss Remis, by a professional actress wotdd have been regarded as excellent: for an amateur and a high-school girl it was little short of wonder- ful. At all times perfectly natural, there were mo- ments when she reached a height remarkable for one of her experience. Her command of expres- sion and feeling seemed unlimited, as she per- fectly depicted the varying emotions of the famous London actress. Miss Remis’ rendering of Nance (Mdfield catt perhaps best be summed up in one word. It was exquisite. The acting of Miss Landers, too. as the old advocate, Nathan Old- worthy, was far above the average, although a trille overdone at times. Miss Trochu and Miss Wing carried through their parts quite satisfac- torily. All in all. the performance of the Comedy Club may be considered as one of the best amateur dra- matic productions that ever took place in this city. The music of the evening was furnished by the High School orchestra under the direction of Mr. Clifford. G. T. C. Reception. T’ne gentlemen friends of the G. T. Club were most delightfully entertained Wednesday evening a; the home of the Misses Carrie and Ethyl Christie, Boston street. A choice entertainment was. fur- nished. consisting of select readings by Stuart Nolan, duets bv the Misses Hartlie and Gladys Taylor, songs by Roy Woodward, of Roxbury, piano solo by Ferdinand Smith, and fancy dance steps by William 11. Christie. Refreshments were then served, followed by games and dancing until a late hour. Those present were:— Carrie Christie. Ethyl Christie. Hartlie Taylor, Emma Rurke. Gladys Taylor, Ethel Cambridge. Grace Day. Florence Rlaek. Estelle Grove, Cora Adams, Ferdinand Smith. Ralph 'Taylor, William Christie. Alpheus Otterson. Albert Wilson, Roy Woodward. W alter Sanborn. Royal Farnum, Stuart Nolan, and Jack Mullikcn. ----------------- Cupid and Mars. I Continued from 184.} wounds, and asking conveyance home for him, but he had received no reply. Reading his mail one morning he came across Miss Nason’s short missive, and he immediately set out for the address given. He arrived there, rang the bell. and. on announcing who he was. was ushered upstairs into a large, airy chamber, on one side of which stood a bed where a figure tossed restlessly about. In a window seat sat a young lady with a book in her lap. from which she had evidently been reading aloud. Just then the figure on the bed turned his face towards the newcomer. Nattic. cried the latter, rushing to the bedside. Dad. is it really you? exclaimed the son in surprise. Leaving the two together. Miss Nason slipped out into the next room. In about fifteen minutes she heard her name called, and returning to the chamber. Nat beckoned her to come to his side. It’s all right. lie exclaimed, joyfully. Dad has at last consented, and now what is your answer to that question 1 asked you on our homeward voyage? Two months later among the London hotel ar- rivals were the following names : Stanley C. Adams, Roston; Lieutenant Nathaniel Adams and wife. Boston. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 190 PEOPLE WE MEET. By Marsie, E.t '02. , v Vi ■■ S different people have different charac- I teristics, so the several cars which go ! to make up an elevated train have each its characteristic occupants. Each car is unconsciously sought out by individual classes, and seldom are the rules governing them broken. There is always a great rush for the front seat in the first car. No matter how often we may have occupied it, it is still interesting to sit there once again and peer ahead as we rush onward, now bounding around a curve, now dashing up to a sta- tion, now stopping at a signal. It is always inter- esting to watch the signals; first red, now changing to green, and to speculate as to whether we shall have to stop or not. Especially if one is in a hurry is this true, for then all signals seem to be reu. Other seats much sought in this car are those next to the door, four in number; and it is often quite necessary to sit there in order to be able to ‘ step lively. ' This is the car for the younger generation. It is here the schoolgirl with her books and the whistling schoolboy come, for they do not like a crowd, and this car is most likely to be empty. It is here the young man just entering business comes, and he sits there, idle, modestly watching the various young women opposite him. Or. perchance, he may flirt mildly with one of them to while away the time, and although matches are made in heaven, as a usual thing, they are s metimes formulated in the elevated cars. Here, also, turn the young married women with their precious darlings. And the children stand up to the front door looking at the strange and ever-changing sights, while the weary mother enjoys a five or ten minute respite from questions. Of all the cars, this is the most varied and lively, and it is here one always finds something of interest. The second car belongs to the elder classes. Al- ways expecting some kind of an accident, they un- consciously take this car as the safer of the two, and would fain enter the third car but for the nasty, stifling tobacco smoke. It is here the fast-aging business man conies, on his way to the office, to read his paper, and he sits there, calm and contented undisturbed by planning some deal or transaction. To this car resort the shoppers with their bargains. They generally travel in pairs, and are excitedly telling each other of their remarkable purchases or intended purchases, quite unconscious of the amuse- ment of the others in the car. or their grotesque gestures or loud tones. To this car comes the timid old maid, inquiring at every station a repetition of its name, and the destination of the train. She is very fearful lest she should not be on the right car. or carried past her destination. She is always very much afraid of an accident, and at each unusual stop asks of her neighbor its cause and probable length. Everybody in this car stares straight ahead. No dirting goes on here, no looking at other people, but a strict attention to self is the standard. It is by far the most strict in its etiquette, and always the slowest in emptying or filling. The poor guard who shouts step lively becomes quite angry as he sees the station master, rope in hand, impatiently waiting for him to close the door, so that he can ring the signal for departure. As a usual thing it is well filled, and is, perhaps, the most used oi the three. The third car is given over entirely to the male sex. Here go the cigarette fiend, the lover of the cigar, and the working man. enjoying a smoke of a dirty, strong clay or corn-cob pipe; and. insomuch as they arc distinct as a class, they are also as dis- tinct from each other. The young man with the cigarette sits sideways on the seat, his elbow resting on the sill of the win- dow. He holds the cigarette in the corner of his month and ejects the smoke from his nostrils, in order to be sure to inhale it. thereby getting all the harm it can possibly give. He does not smoke because he enjoys it. but for the simple reason that he wishes the world to know that he is a man now. and he shows it by the indifferent way in which he rapidly smokes up his modest salary. I he middle-aged man smokes a cigar and. whether it be good or bad. whether it be a fifteen center or a two fer. he smokes it slowly, calmly, getting its full enjoyment. He is sometimes read- ing. and the smoke from the cigar curls upward, ir- ritating his eyes. So he takes it from his lips and holds it for a while until he finds it has gone out. and another match is used in relighting it. So he rotates, strenuously declaring that to deprive him of his cigar were taking from him his three meals a day. To this car comes the young boy who is on an errand for mother, lie likes this car and wants to be with the men. enjoying their enjoyment of the forbidden pleasure, also the young man who bor- rows a cigarette from one man, a match from an- other. picks up a newspaper someone has left be- hind. and becomes as haughty as a lord. It is a mistake to ask him to move so as to make room. To enter this car one needs courage and strength, for its gray atmosphere looks almost impenetrable. )nce inside, everybody is supposed and expected to make himself at home.” Manners arc almost forgotten and choice of language is entirely forgot ( n the wall is a sign telling of the penalty for spit- ting in the cars, and the fioor is quite wet with the violation of the law. But no one minds, and good nature and jollity prevail, and of all the cars this is the most democratic and enjoyable. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 191 EXCHANGE NOTE! Our list grows apace. We arc forced to send to half our friends one month and half the next, as do many of the papers whose list is large. We have now nearly two hundred names. Some clever little sketches appear in the Aegis for April telling of Baron Munchausen's impres- sions of America, one being a visit to Yellowstone Park and an adventure there with a geyser. These show imagination and originality. It is not pleas- ing. Aegis, to have advertisements mixed with locals. The editor of the Chronicle, Norwood. Mass., has written a paragraph on the “newspaper vocabu- lary'' and its wearying monotony. If the author was not present at the Cambridge meeting of the M. I. P. A., this is another proof of the trite saying. Great minds run in the same channel. An Indian Legend. the first part of which ap- pears in the April Student, from Albany college, Oregon, is well written, and promises to be of in- terest. We are glad to receive at last the Cambridge Re- view. It is surely a model among amateur peri- odicals. To us Cambridge always seems to have a most pleasing atmosphere, restful, patrician, clas- sic. probably due to its associations with famous men in time past, and the presence there of learn- ing. embodied in the great university, and the men of genius connected with it. In reading the Re- view. this atmosphere is ever present. The Dedham (Mass.) Rulletiu is especially at- tractive this month, owing to an excellent story by Mary . Wales, a former pupil of our own school, and then a valuable contributor to the Radiator. A new Argus comes to us from Plymouth. X. 11. We welcome it to our exchange list, as it is a bright little paper. Faust Behind the Scenes tells in a realistic way of an experience familiar to many. The cover of the Pythian. Kalamazoo. Mich., is attractive. The current number of the Cue is especially in- teresting. containing a good story. Barney Shan- don—llero. a well-written translation of a beauti- ful French nature story, and other pleasing features. We are glad to see you. and thank you for your kindly mention of the Radiator, but we wish you had sent us an April number, as well as two for the month of May. Papa—“The stork has brought us a baby. Don't you want to see your little brother? Johnny—“Xaw, but I’d like to sec the stork. Said Atom unto Molly Cule, Will you unite with me?” And Molly Cule did quick reply, There’s no affinity. !'ii like to be a Senior, And with the Seniors stand. V virtuous smile upon my face, A pony” in my hand. hat is Scribbler’s special line of work?” lie’s an obituary poet.” Attends to the last sad (w)rites, eh?” She's getting old. she scarce can see. She’s deaf as any stone, But still she’s popular, for she’s A model chaperone. Mother— One of you boys has been stealing raisins. I saw the seeds. Johnny— 'Twasn’t me! I swallowed my seeds.” Never propose to a girl by letter. Why not? I did it once, and she stuck the letter in a book she was reading, and then lent it to my other girl. The editor sat in his sanctum. With a solemn, sanctumfied air: The time had come for the issue, But. alas, no material there, riie manager wanted the copy, He asked what the matter could be. Said the solemn, sanctumfied editor, Xo matter at all, don’t you see?” Young man. have an ideal. Have an ideal. I say. and hug it to your bosom at alt times and places. Young Man—“She won't let me.” Jimmy— Talk about ver trick piany playin’, fellers, why, 1 seed a man at d museum what played wid his toes!’ Tommy— Dat’s nothin’. Me kid brother docs that.” | immy— I oes what ? Plays wid his toes.” Master— Willie, open the window a foot.” WiKie— Please, sir. one of your feet, or mine?” Ten Years Hence— And what became of Brown. ,vho used to consider himself a budding genius?” ()h, he turned out to be a blooming idiot. -------------------.• .•.--- S. T. D. Club. S. T. D. held a meeting at the home of Harry S Chandler. Jaques street. April ?! . A very en- joyable evening was spent in playing billiards and ping-pong. At eleven o’clock a bountiful collation was served. Next meeting will be at the home of Roland Dunham. Hudson street. The club went to the theatre Wednesday evening. May 7. After theatre was over they went to Yeung’s hotel for supper. 192 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR .1 ATIN NOTLS 1902. I'cachcr in Geometry: W hat right have you to add these?” Miss R-----: By addition. Miss L-----: The enemy flics. Teacher: o. flees (fleas). Geometry scholar, abstractedly at dinner: Mother. I want another piece of lemon 3.141(5.” V- — describes a unique method of dying. He says that Claudius' mind was quietly and gently perspiring its last. ('. l in Greek: They listened to the songs sit- ting in a row. Ask Waldo al out Medford. We are told that we ought to be proud to be the Senior class which begins the second fifty years of the existence of the Somerville I ligh School. Why not? ()ne result of the semi-centennial is that daily we have exhortations on the boards, reminding us to be good and brave. We wonder if each class fol- lowed its motto. How about that class motto? ()nly one more chance to see your name here. Do you intend to live up to your class prophecy? Great fun now in the German division. They’ve begun spieler.” Cheer up. R------. don't feel so glum, even if there is only one more Radiatoh. Next year you may have a few of your witty remarks published in the Lampoon. 1903. ------ upon being told that all information con- cerning the exams could be obtained at the Col- lege office intended to ask for the I !)()• “exams.” but was restrained by friends who objected to his being so far ahead of time. Friday afternoon is our own once more. Dickinson and Goode continue to uphold the athletic reputation of 1903 on the diamond. During our recent vacation Xiles enjoyed a trip to Xew Jersey. He has several new mosquito stories. The Double Sextette” of 1903 is badly handi- capped by the absence of several of its members at the singing hour on Thursdays. Doughty’s manifest interest in astronomy shows that his mind is certainly elevated. The Freshmen are now hardly discernible when playing on the lawn. Evidently we are children no longer. Some of the girls when accused of having participated in a May procession stoutly denied the charge. The Phi Delta fraternity basket-ball team is con- sidering an offer to participate in a series of out- door basket ball games to be held in Xew York early in July. We give trading stamps for class notes.—Editor. 1904. About a third part having been killed, the Romans chased them. Some of us arc taking an extra course in geology. Something new: Warmed-over recitations. Some of us think Pigreo’s first name was Lard. Was the teacher complimenting Garrick when he called him Galba? He ordered them to make an eruption out of two gates. We can't write on the front board. It's covered with excelsior. One pupil said that Crassus spent the winter in the sea. lie must have been more temperate than most Romans. 1905. Mr. Hadley said that the football song had something about Humpback” in it. The Freshman class wish to congratulate our classmate. Leo Haflford. on his abilities and accom- plishments in High School baseball. We notice the Sophomores are practicing ping pong. We sincerely hope they will soon learn the game. Aree agris—Keep off the grass. E. J. Sewall has been elected captain of the '05 baseball nine. Only a few weeks more. Hurrah! Midnight adventures by Al—r me—o—w sp—rrrrr—cow. [Continued on page l� l.] SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 103 ENGLISH NOTES 1902. Mi. Avery’s ‘‘question match during; the ethics period was well received by the class. The Senior class extends its hearty greeting and support to Mrs. Irons, the substitute during Miss Merrill’s absence. Now that the time for graduation is so near, it is the dutv oi everv member of the class to attend the class meetings and vote. Who is to take the group picture of the class? The subsequent elocution work in the hall will show how many of us are to he actors. Prophets take notice. It is understood that the next important Q affair is tally-ho party. The S. P. S. has organized itself into a social dub. and its old political struggles will be forgotten around the frequent festive board.” I day is the next class function. Owing to college examination. Roxbury High School was forced to reconsider its decision re- garding the debate w ith us. There w ill be no com- petitive debate this year. The Camera Club, which was started last fall, did little toward fulfilling the terms of its constitution. Like basket ball, its life was very short. I lie Senior class, more than any other, misses Mr. Whitcomb in these last few weeks of its school work. One more report, and then----- Class rushes were in order on Semi-centennial day, and the Seniors got the best of it. The teachers in all the Senior rooms heartily w ish that the epidemic of photograph fever would pass. I.amont is not a farmer; he says, I've seen a hen take a thing in his mouth.” The executive committee of the class deserve commendation for the spirit they have shown in the class socials. Hubbard knows how “to test for arsenic, but does not intend to use it. If any one event should cast a lasting impression upon the class of 1902, it is the leave-taking of Miss Mctrili April 25. 1903. Did you notice the colors Steele has been w earing sinc« the Dorchester game? “The Macedonia Phalanx was a body of men that ran 1 ackward. —Polsey. I. M. A. what? Some say Luffalo. For extra fine quality of blue bread and pure scap, apply to Tift. Room 2S. Office hours, s::o-i.so. When our ancestors walked on four legs.” .' new club has been formed among some of the young ladies of our class. They have taken for tluir name the initials I. M. A. Some of the girls object to long hair on young men. Miss Taylor, in Eng. C.: The body left the soul.” Titus never let a dav go bv (dagoby).”—Polsey, III., Hist. A. An egg story by Cummings, of Physiology C: I knew of a man who fed his hens on onions, and their eggs were flavored with onion.” 1904. At a class meeting Remiek was elected captain pro tern, and Stacy manager, of the baseball team. Dunham was elected captain of the ping-pong team by unanimous vote. Williamson got a good job, so he left us. S. T. I), have received their club pins. They are garnet and white in color. For Sale.—A class pin at a reasonable price. F.ustis is becoming very studious: lie takes home four or five books every night. He must he work- ing for a 5 on his report. We feel very proud of Miss Weeks for getting 5 on her report, and wish that many more will get there next time. W-------is becoming very free with his money. I le gave fifteen cents for a lead pencil the other day. L. P . C. gave gentlemen’s night April 28 at the home of Miss Rubena Rurgess. 83 Hudson street. Fallen took a lunch into the art museum for the purpose of feeding the class. McCloskey in Geometry: We may stretch proposition nine.” Lost.—An S. T. D. pin. Please return the same to Stacy. 194 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR There is a certain something about Patrician Shoes that stamps them High Grade. All the excellence a shoe can hold at a price any woman can afford to pay. Oxfords, $3.00 5 Boots, S3.50. Sold exclusively in Somerville at JJ tnhbam'8 £jbcc Storc GILMAN SQUARE 1905. Master Howard, of Algebra I. wants to know whether R stands for right or wrong. Someone had better enlighten him. Hill, of Division 1). tells us that the ancient Romans had steam heat and modern improvements. M iss----, ( f Division I), translating German: (). shoot him. Did she mean the author of the book ? Who was it that couldn't tell the difference be- tween a block of wood and a piece of soap? Colegrove ought to be a janitor. He did his hist to sweep the whole flight of stairs from the drawing room down. Captain Standish must have been very aged when he came to Plymouth. A pupil of Division L tells us that he fought many battles with Caesar. 1. French B: Miss D-----(to teacher)— I don't know, dire (dear). Ask P� r—f—rd whose class pin he has. Weadick has grown fully six inches taller since the lire. Foster has been appointed draft clerk of English G (opening windows). Most of the designs submitted to the Radiator staff were executed bv pupils of Division G. May and June signify hard, honest work. How many have seen Whitaker's John Hancock writing?’’ Is it |x ssiblc that Cook can have kept a record of the glasses that he has broken? Miss Dadnum and Frank Bradford represent our class in the High School Orchestra. Lacount (looking over an exam ): Were I a birdling. soon would I fly from thee. Have you noticed Scott’s chrysanthemum? Latin Notes. Continued from page 1 !«2.J How inspiring these mottoes would be if we only could translate them. We are sorry to say we are gradually losing our tenor soloists. Some of the class pins are reported as easy to lose. A prominent member of Division Three is try- ing hard to Durell (do well). ()ctaviano ad pedes me proiciam should not be translated: I will throw my feet at Octavianus. The class possesses a Hart and a Soule; they are not large, but of excellent quality. Did you hear A—g—r laugh when Miss S. translated this: Hereupon the very foolish boy laughed out loud. Hafford recently recited a few equations in pitching to Division I. It was more interesting titan algebra. If n (you) — x dollars equals 5. you must have 15. See if you can do it. R-----actually took home his books during vaca- tion. Whitney writes very exciting themes. A dog ran away with one of my shirts yester- day. What did you do? I collared hint first, and then cuffed him. Mr. Scribbler—“Hurrah! that manuscript of mine is first-class! Mrs. Scribbler— Who told you so? Mr. Scribbler— 'rite man in the post-office where I bought the stamps.” L. KERNER________________ Tailor and Men’s Furnishings, CORNER CROSS AND PEARL STS., SOMERVILLE. Cleansing. Dyeing, Pressing ancl Repairing. Telephone. Somerville 512-S. K8TABLISIIKI) ISS 2 MANUEL M. GILVA-------------- v HAIR GUTTER CORNER RERKINS AND LINCOLN STREETS EAST SOMERVILLE 'Particular attention given to children’s hair cutting TKi.nniONK 515-5 SOMFRVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 195 ATHLETICS Somerville H. S., 23; Graduates, 14. On Patriots Day the new athletic field on Broadway was christened by the annual game be- tween the school team and the alumni. The school team won easily. 23 to II. The graduates, al- though an aggregation of stars, put up a rusty ex- hibition. and their errors were responsible for the larger part of I ligh School's runs. In the field Tift and Dickinson excelled, while at the bat Graham. Dickinson, and I (afford led their team. ----o--- Somerville, 13; Dean Academy, 6. The baseball team provided a big surprise for Dean Academy. Tuesday afternoon. April 22. In- defeating it 1:5 to 0. Patch, who did the bulk of the twirling for Somerville two years ago. was in the box for Dean. He pitched a good game, but at two or three critical points received wretched support. l ift pitched fast ball and except in one or two instances received gilt-edged support. In the sixth Goode distinguished himself by putting the ball over the centre-fielder's head for a home run. thereby bringing in three runs. At the bat Goode. IIafford, and Ilodgdon excelled, and in the field Mulloncy and Dickinson carried off the honors. ----o--- Somerville, 13; Cambridge, 3. Somerville played and won its first league game April 25 at the new athletic grounds on Broadway. With the exception of the seventh inning. Somer- ville played fine ball and gave a perfect exhibition of fielding. The batting of the team, however, was not up to par. The game on the whole, however, was a very encouraging beginning. Ilodgdon and Dickinson excelled for Somerville, while Ryan car- ried off the honors for Cambridge. Cambridge Latin, 11; Somerville, 6. On Friday. May 2. Somerville dropped her first game to Cambridge Latin school by a score of 11 to • . On account of the inability of Graham and Dickinson to play. Somerville had. with the excep- tion of Mulloncy, a substitute infield. Tift was away off” and got decidedly the worst of the deal with Ryan. Cambridge's pitcher. Somerville, 23; Dorchester, 4. Somerville won her second league May 5 by de- feating Dorchester 2:5 to I on the new Broadway field. Dorchester was never in the running and did not earn a run. 11 afford was by all means the star of the game. He pitched fine ball, having seven strike-outs, giving two bases on balls, and allowing but four hits. At the bat he had a per- fect average, getting out of five times up three singles, a two bagger, and a three-bagger. Dickin- son showed up well at second, and made the sensa- tional play of the game by stopping a sizzling grounder which had single written all over it. Ilodgdon did some timely hitting, and Mulloncy stopped several hot ones at short. Hickey, the Dorchester captain, led his team in the field and at the bat. Innings........ 1 2 :5 4 5 G 7 S 9 Somerville High. I 2 2 8 4 0 2 1 —23 Dorchester I ligh. 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 3— I Somerville, 9; Groton, 5. On Wednesday. May 7. Somerville defeated Groton school for the first time in three years. The features were a difficult catch of Graham’s drive bv Crocker, and a three-base hit by I lodgdon. For Somerville. Mulloncy. Mafford. and Ilodgdon excelled. Innings . .. . . . . 1 2 3 I 5 (i • s 9 Somerville .. 3 1 1 0 0 2 ■ 0 0— 9 Groton 0 1 2 1 0 0 0 1 0— 5 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 196 E. H. S„ 13; S. H. S., 9. On the Locust-street grounds Friday. May 9, English High forced Somerville to take her first defeat. The game was a lurid exhibition of base- ball, both teams having a big total in the error column. The first inning saw one Boston and three Somerville men cross the plate. In the sec- ond inning the red and blue battery took an upward llight, and before they came down. English had got eight men across the rubber. High school scored one in the third, and Somerville got one in the fifth and four in the sixth. Boston scored one each in the sixth and ninth, and Somerville tallied in the seventh and ninth. For Somerville, Graham and Dickinson put up a good game. The score:— Innings..........1 2 3 4 5 6 7 3 9 English' II.........1 8 1 0 1 1 0 0 1—13 Somerville H. ...2 0 0 0 1 4 1 0 1— 9 Notes. On Broadway field Monday, April 28, Somerville defeated Medford by a score of 20 to ! . After defeating the Fall River New England league team. Dean was a little bit surprised by her defeat at the hands of Somerville. Speaking of clear-cold grit. Do you see many people catching with a hand like Dick Goode's? It wasn't a bad stunt to put Groton to the bad with a score of 9 to 5. Pretty good support at the English High game. Keep it up. Hafford, Hodgdon, and Graham are meeting the ball with pretty good success. Seven strike-outs, three hits, four bases on balls was Hafford’s record in the Somerville-Dorchester game. Not so bad. The annual track games of the N. E. I. A. A. will be held on June 7 on Soldiers' Field. It is up to Somerville to bring home a few points. Phi Delta Notes. The second successful season of the Phi Delta basket ball team closed with the annual game with the Quindonian club. Victories over both college and preparatory school teams in Boston and vicin- ity again give the fraternity team the title of high school champions of Greater Boston. Dickinson and Goode are playing fast ball with the high school baseball team. Marshall is working hard with the sixteen-pound shot for the Tufts track team. W ebber, who now lives in Winchester, is captain of that high school team for next season. The annual fraternity banquet will be held at Young’s Hotel this month. Charles Nichols again captured second place in the interscholastic fencing championship. The present members arc Ed. Fitzgerald, Wil- liam Jennings, A. W. Dickinson, Charles Nichols, J. M. Doughty. J. G. Hcgarty. Hal. Niles, Bert Goode. Phil Webber, and Dudley Marshall. ■ - Teachers Were Surprised. Bertha Poole Chase and Howard Poor, of the faculty of the English High School, were pleasantly surprised May at the home of Frank Bradford by a visit from Division G. of the class of 1905. The excitement hardly subsided, when it was renewed by Vernon Willey presenting to each, in behalf of the class, an E. II. S., '05, class pin. A pleasing entertainment followed. Bradford’s double quartette rendered several selections. Miss Blanch Dadmun and Frank Bradford played duets upon the violin. This was followed by a recitation by Raymond Col grove. Cook then sang a parody on “Ain’t dat a shame? which hit at various members of the division. Clyde Scott told witty dialect stories, which were well received. The best performance of the evening was some lightning crayon sketches, drawn bv Frederick kulz. of the Boston Post. These drawings were afterwards presented to Miss Chase. Clyde Scott appeared, disguised as a farmer, and sang a parody on Reubens. in which he gave a fine description of Miss Chase. The company then joined in singing popular songs. The Boys of Red and Blue” ended the programme. All present agreed that the plans were well exe- cuted. and that they had enjoyed themselves hugely. Refreshments were served. ---------------- Ha! I will fool them yet, cried the fugitive, hoarsely, and, slipping on a pair of rubbers, he erased his tracks. Irate Owner— Don't you see that sign. 'No Fishing ()n These Grounds’?” Angler— I'm not fishing on the grounds. I’m fishing in the water. Society went in automobiles to sec the horse show. In the French class—The original: Par la fenetre ouverte je voyais M. Hamel, qui passait et repassait. etc. Pupil (repeating from memory)— Je voyais M. Hamel, qui passait et repassait par la fenetre ouverte.” An acrobat? •Mother— James, did you run over to see how old Mrs. Bobbins is to-day. as I told you to? James— Yes'm; she says she’s seventy-six years, two months, and three days old. Teacher— When you have an idea, but can't ex- press it-- Bright Boy (sotto voce)— Send it by freight! SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 197 THE WILD ROSE AND THE DAISY. Of the daisy in the vallcv and the wild rose on the hill. And the little modest brooklet that meanders on so still. Of the sweet fern in the woodland glade, the cling- ing forest vine, Of the robin and the blackbird whose songs were tuned to mine.— I am dreaming of you all to-day, and yearning just to see The woodland groves that long ago were fairy realms for me Rut perhaps 'tis better thus for me that I should see no more The woodland bowers of ferns and flowers that charmed so well of yore. Perhaps I’d fail to see the charm that crowns the daisy’s face, Perhaps the wild-rose on the hill would have for me no grace. And if it were, then 1 would wish to keep the image bright Of all the sweet fond fancies that my childhood did delight. I would rather see the beauty of the wild red High- land rose Than the queen of the king’s garden or the fairest flower that grows, (). mv daisv in the vallev and my wild rose on the ’ hill ’ You are fairer than the fairest, and the choicest flowers still. F. J. STANLEY Pearl Street Boarding, Baiting and Eibcry Stable 240 PEARL STREET, SOMERVILLE, MASS. 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Frontispiece .................................................206 Editorials -------------- 207 The Swan Song of Silas Plunkett, by A. M. W. ------- 209 Little Pietro — Musician, by L. T. Cain, L., ’02..............212 A Cruise off Cape Ann, by F. W. Rice, I '., '05 - - - - - - - 213 The Had Blunder of Bert, by G. M. Grant, L., ’02..............215 Class Poems...................................................217 The Awakening of Pontiac, by Margaret MacLean. K„ ’03.........218 Retribution, by Brooks Crosby, E., ’03........................220 The Shrine at the Bend of the Road, by A. M. Works - - - 221 Quotations................................................... 222 The Tie That Binds, by J. M. McMillin, E., ’03................224 Kappa Phi Eta Club............................................226 Class Pictures............................................230-231 Public Occurrences............................................232 Exchange Notes............................................... 234 The Keeping of His Promise, by Mary E. Grimes, L., ’02........235 Latin Notes...................................................236 English Notes ------------- 238 Base Ball Team................................................240 Athletics.....................................................24 School Directory --------- ... 244 RADIATOR STAFF, 1901-1902. THE RADIATOR SOMERVILLE LATIN AND HIGH SCHOOLS E V C� f A T O � ’ - VOL. XI. Somerville, Massachusetts, June, 1902. 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, and 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 mailed to the editor at the Latin High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper only and sign full name (this is for reference only). BXCHANOe EDITOR. A LICK HURT RERRY, L. II. S., 1902. BUSINESS HANAflER, H. DELANO LORI NO, E. II. S.. 1902. Communications should be addressed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor, according to their nature. Manuscript must be accompanied by necessary postage to insure its return. TREASURER AND ASSISTANT MANAGER, F. KEELER RICE. E. H. S.. 1902. Terms, 75 Cents per Year Single Copies, 10 Cents SOMERVILLE JOURNAL PRINT STAFF ARTIST. HELLE O. VVI SWELL, K. II. S., 1903. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF. LAURENCE T. CAIN, L. H. S.. 1902. ASSOCIATE EDITOR. FLORENCE L. HEM IS, E. II. S., 1902. SPORTING EDITOR. EDWARD S. FRENCH. L. H. S.. 1902. CLASS EDITORS. LATIN SCHOOL. HERBERT E. FLEISCHNER, 1902. EDWIN I'. FITZGERALD, 1903. RICHARD D. HELL, 1904. ARTHUR T. SOULE, 1905. ENGLISH SCHOOL. RALPH D. CLEVERLEY, 1902. JAMES A. McCOY, 1903. GERARD C. HEAN, 1904. HAROLD CURRIER. 1905. 'I' 11 F. time at last has come when we must say Good-bye forever to Somerville High School and to the Radiator. For nine months we have worked and striven to present to the public the best literary efforts of our high schools. How well we have succeeded, others may judge. And now our part of the work is done, and with this June issue we sever forever our connection with the Radiator. Hut not so our interest. In years to come we shall peruse the columns of this paper and compare it, perchance, with our own literary efforts in years gone by. Dear Radiator, before we go, we would wish you all the success, all the prosperity that it is possible for you to have. May each succeeding year see you advance in literary merit and increase in circulation, and may you always he supported as generously as you have been during the present year. And now, Good-bye! r J URING 1 he past year, four members of the original staff have resigned their positions on the Radiator. They are Messrs. Underhill, Nichols, French, and Loring. The resignation of the latter, although unavoidable, came as a shock, and the outlook for the June Radiator did not look 208 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR especially favorable. But through the energies of F. Keeler Rice, who had to work without assistance under innumerable difficulties, the Radiatou is en- abled to appear with all its expected attractions. After Mr. French's resignation, Charles E. Shepard kindly consented to fulfill his duties for the re- mainder of the year. K � . K QUR attention has been recently called to the fact that a story written last year by one of the I ligh School students, and published in the Novem- ber Radiator, appeared in a Boston daily paper under a different title the July following. This furnishes food for reflection. There is many an original and unique idea contained in High School papers, which, if polished up by a professional, would find a place in some first-class magazine. ()f course, our stories are not copyrighted, and therefore we have no protection by law, yet it seems a pretty low thing to steal the product of one man’s brains, and publish it under the name of another. The specific instance referred to was a story entitled “The Mermaid,” written by Austin M. Works. Latin, 0J. It was published in the Radiator, and eight months later appeared in a Boston paper under a different name. r r r J T is right and proper, now that the Radiator season has closed, that we should thank those who have especially aided us. We feel we owe the greatest gratitude to Miss Pratt, who by her never- failing support and timely suggestions has been a great factor in the literary development of the Radiator. Also we would thank Miss Merrill and Miss Ingram, who have had charge of the Radiator matter from the English school. In the art department Mr. Harry Jones has ever been our staunchest friend. Under his direction Miss Wis- well has accomplished wonders as staff artist, and we sincerely hope she may fill the same position on next year's staff. There are many others who. by their financial and practical aid, have benefited the Radiator, and to all these we extend our heartfelt thanks. K r r r. QX June first peace was formally declared between the contending parties in South Africa. Some- how this Boer war has held an unusual interest for us. Perhaps it was because the Boers were fight- ing for the same principle and against the same country that our forefathers fought in ’75; perhaps it was in admiration that a small, obscure republic should dare to oppose the will of a great monarchy. But now, the final act of the great tragedy is over, and the king’s coronation will be celebrated with great pomp and splendor. It may be to the ad- vantage of the world at large that England should gain control of South Africa: it may be that the light of civilization will now more quickly reach the dark savages of the interior: it may be that the Boers themselves will be benefited by the change of government, and yet----- K a meeting of the executive committee June G, the following were elected to represent the Radiator during the season of 1902-1903: J. M. McMillin, editor; Edna P. Jones, associate editor; Henry T. Chickering. business manager; Gerard C. Bean, assistant manager: Edwin I). Philbrick, sporting editor; Edwin P. Fitzgerald, treasurer. We think the delegates have chosen judiciously, and we wish to congratulate the Radiator on its new staff. Mr. McMillin. the newly-appointed editor, we feel confident will very capably fill his new position. He has written some very interest- ing stories for us during the past few months under the euphonious nom dc plume of Hans Blickcns- dorfer. Success to you. Radiator staff of 1902-'03. How swift are tlie feet of old Father Time! It seems but a short time ago that we started work on our first issue in October, and now it is June, and our Radiator labors are over. Are we sorry? Well, we can’t conscientiously say we are. The Radiator has always been a source of pleasure to us. and we feel that every moment we spent in its composition was well employed; but it was also a source of endless anxiety. Each month seemed to present new obstacles in our path, and there were times when we were all but discouraged. But the experience we have gained during the past year we feel will amply repay all our hours of work, and we certainly are not sorry we undertook the editorial duties of the Radiator. DY the defeat of Dorchester high, Somerville again wins the championship of the Inter- scholastic league. The boys have worked hard and faithfully, and they well deserve to receive the palm of reward. Next season Somerville will have lost but three of her men. so the chances are that the pennant will be held for at least one more year. • � . LL’S well that ends well” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 200 THE SWAN SONG OF SILAS PLUNKETT. By A. cM. W.f Latin School. Illustrated by CROSS the rolling meadow-lands, bright in the sunlight of the June forenoon, lazily floating into Sam Tuttle’s store, came the dull clicking of a distant mowing machine and the drowsy humming of the honey bees. Deacon Smith shifted uneasily in his chair, and looked at the clock behind the counter. The black- smith whistled softly. “Funny,’’ said the Deacon, Si's been due this half hour. Never knew him ter be late before in all the thirty year that he an’ me lies swapped stories in this here store. Aint thet him coinin' ?” asked Sam Tuttle, indo- lently pointing down the Hoosacville road. A figure has just appeared in the open, where the pine woods ceased. Thet’s him,” responded the blacksmith, whose eyes were young and keen. Seems though he ain’t walkin' so chipper ez usual. No, he ain’t,” remarked the Deacon. There was silence for some time; only the mow- ing machine clicked in the meadow, and the honey bees buzzed above the clover tops. A figure dark- ened the doorway. It was old Silas Plunkett. “Morniir, boys,” he said. Yer late, Si,” ventured Deacon Smith. What kept yer?” Si seated himself upon the molasses keg, and drew a long breath before he answered. My heart ain’t jest right ter-day,” he said. It kept me awake about all night last night jumpin’ like a fish out er waiter. I’ve been a takin’ of my time. Ycr don't look jest right. I vum!” remarked the Deacon, with solicitude. Hedn’t Sam better hitch up an’ drive yer home. Si? Oh, I’m all right. Ez,” said Mr. Plunkett, cheer- fully. Right ez a trivet. Why. ez I wuz coinin’ up the street jest now. 1 see some of the boys prac- ticin’ fer the game with the Hoosacvilles next Sat- urday, an’ I sot out ter give ’em a point er two myself. Reckerlect our great game with the Hoosacvilles, Ez?” ■ ’ Wall. replied the Deacon with a chuckle. I reckerlect hearin’ yew tell erbout it et any rate. Yew‘vc got a better inem’ry than me fer such tilings.” “Thet wuz sartainly a great game.” said Si. as he drew the raisin-box a tritle closer to the molasses barrel. More science used in one innin' thet day than they use nowadays in a whole season. Want ter hear 'bout it. boys?” Yep, Si.” said Sam Tuttle, promptly, with a sidelong glance at the raisin box. Yer see,” Mr. Plunkett began, it wuz one of P.illv Buskin's schemes. Billy Buskin, p’raps yew'll reckerlect. wuz the chap thet invented the fust horseless kerridge. 1 writ a pome erbout it once, an’ put it in the Hoosac County Courier. Called it ‘The Ballad of Billy Buskin,’ I believe. Wall. Billy knew more science ‘n vew cud shake a stick et, an' he allers put it ter good use, tew. “Thet year it wuz. all arranged for the Podder- wunkvilles ter play the I loosacvillcs Fourth of July arternoon. There wuz ter be a parade an’ spcccli- makin’ an' the like in the forenoon, an’ the game wuz ter kinder cap the climax. Billy wuz the cap- tain an’ kctcher of the home nine, an’ I wuz the pitcher. Twarn't because I couldn’t pitch eggsactly. an 'twarn’t ’cause Billy couldn’t ketch, but somehow the whole durn nine wuz no arthly good, an' we didn't stan’ the ghost of a show agin the Hoosacvilles. They lied a kctcher thet could hold outer a greased eel, er a bank-teller, an’ a pitcher thet could twist the ball when he wuz sober so 'st yer’d think it wuz goin’ ter hit yer in the shirt bosom, an', instead, 'twould wander ’round yer neck two or three times in an aimless, playful sort er way, an’ then sail right acrost the plate, an' the umpire would call it a strike. Wall, we knew ez well ez we knew our A B C’s thet we couldn’t beat them fellars by fair means, so we begun ter cudgel our brains fer some mean, low-down trick. Bill, bein’ erbout the meanest of all. hit on a scheme. He got us tergether one night in his barn, an' explained the idee to us. He sed he wuz goin’ ter make a peculiar kind of ball thet would hcv a chunk of pure steel inside it. an’ then he sed he wuz goin’ ter Bangor an’ buy nine of the most powerful magnets he could find, an' sew ’em up inside some gloves. The steel, bein’ very susceptible ter magnetism, sed he, would be attracted ter the glove, an’ yer couldn’t miss the ball ef yer got enywhcrc nigh it. fer ’twuld stick ter yer hand by the force of magnetic influence. See? An' then he sed thet whenever I pitched a ball, by maneuverin' his mit he could draw it wherever he wanted it ter go, an’ so make a curve or an out- shoot. or a drop out er the straightest ball thet ever wuz. Bright idee, warn't it? An’ when Billy got the outfit ready, we found thet the scheme worked jest like a charm. Yer couldn't miss the ball ef yer tried. It would chase the glove ’round like a hawk arter a chicken, an’ when once it caught it. ’twould stick to it closer’n a brother. ”1 never lafTed so much in all my born days ez I did thet Fourth of July. The Hoosacvilles come over ter play us, expectin’ ter wipe us right off the 210 SOMERVILLE IIIGII SCHOOL RADIATOR face of the universe. They heel been makin’ their brags fer some time, but we wuz ready fer 'em. They won the toss an' took their outs. The first half wuz a goose-egg fer the Podderwunkvilles, an' the crowd tiiet hed come over from Iloosacville ter root begun ter kick up a great rumpus with horns an’ tin pans, an’ the like. Rut we wuz laflin in our sleeves. “Bill Jarvis, the fust man up fer their side, wuz a famous slugger, an' I made up my mind ter be keerful of him. bust I pitched him a good straight ball, an’ he made a tremendous lunge fer it. Rut Bill stuck his glove up high, an’ the ball went arter it. ’One strike!’ sez the umpire. larvis looked surprised, but he gritted his teeth an’ got ready fer another. I sent in a bad one. an’ he stepped aside ter let it pass, but Bill put his hand “ ‘Three out! Side out!' sez the umpire ez soon ez he could recover from his surprise. An’ all the time the Podderwunkville crowd wuz veilin’ like Bedlam let loose fur tiiet centre-fielder. Wall, there ain’t much more ter say except tiiet we lost the ball in the grass, an’ it jumped out all of a sudden an’ hit the Podderwunkville second baseman in the glove, an’ thet arter the game wuz over, an’ we hed whitewashed ’em ter the tune of . to 0. I went tew near the pile of gloves with the ball in my hand, an’ ev’ry pesky glove flew up an hitched outer thet ball one arter another. Thet alarmed ev’ry body so they wouldn’t drink even a glass er lemonade fer the rest of the day, an’ the Hoosacvilles sed we’d better sec ’em home a ways, fer fear they might get lost An’ while we wuz gone, a thunder shower come up, an’ I ’spose them But the Centre Fielder Tore After It. Drawn by R. jest back of the plate, an’ over it went an’ stuck tew his glove. ‘Strike two!’ sez the umpire. Jarvis swore, an’ the Podderwunkville crowd begun ter cheer like mad. Then I sent in another good one. an’ Jarvis wuz so rattled he never at- tempted ter hit it. an’ the umpire called him out. “I struck out the next man, tew. But I decided ter let the last feller hit it. jest ter give the fielders a chance ter show what they could do. I give him a good straight one. an’ he smashed out a fly ter centre. It looked like a home run. but the centre- fielder tore after it. with the Iloosacville crowd yellin’ like all tarnation, an’ 1 vum ef thet bail didn’t turn right round an’ come back an’ hit the centre-fielder in the hand, an’ stick to his glove ez though ’twuz glued there. magnets attracted the lightnin’. Kit. eny rate, it struck the field, blew smithereens out er the gloves, an’ sent the little chap thet wuz tendin’ ’em whizzin’ down the field.” Mr. Plunkett ceased to speak, and, drawing a long breath. leaned his arm upon the counter an’ rested his head upon it. Si. said the Deacon, at length, “don’t yer think it’s erbout time ter let up on them fearful lies er yourn?” Mr. Plunkett did not answer. His head was still sunk upon his arm, and one hand hung limply, strangely at his side. Silas!’’ cried the Deacon, with a little sob. Mr. Plunkett did not move, and his three com- panions sprang forward together and raised his SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 211 head. He was gone, but the old whimsical smile was upon his lips, and the old twinkle had scarce died in his kindly eyes. Run fer the doctor, Jim! said Sam Tuttle to the blacksmith, in an awed whisper, and the sturdy smith was off and away in an instant. Again the clicking of the mowing machine, again the drowsy humming of the bees. And then the clatter of the doctor's hurrying buggy, the sound of voices in the village street, and the store is besieged by a crowd of gaping rustics. when I land upon the farther shore, I expect to see him there to meet me.” Across the rolling meadow-lands, bright in the sunshine of the June forenoon, lazily floating into Sam Tuttle’s store, came the clicking of a distant mowing machine and the drowsy humming of the honey bees. Xow they hum above the clover-tops clustering about a little stone in the burying ground behind the old church. And on that little stone is this quaint inscription, the first four lines of which arc “Si is gone. said the doctor, as he arose to his feet after a hurried examination. An he died et his post!” remarked the Deacon lovingly. Do ver suppose, Ez,” asked the blacksmith, thoughtfully, do ycr s’pose it could ha’ been a jedgment on him fer tellin’ such awful lies? Parson Jones, old, white-haired, ami bent, pushed his way into the store, and laid a trembling hand upon the blacksmith’s broad shoulder. James, he said, I’m not far behind Silas, and Silas’ own composition, and the remainder old Par- son Iones’:— Here lies Si Plunkett below the ground. Ez he allers lied above. I’m bound, her seventy years by Providence's bounty The biggest liar in Hoosac county. The squarest man. the truest friend. The readiest ter give an’ lend: Mav lie see fit ter let him sit Where seraphims an angels flit. An’, mid the music of their choir. May Silas tune his cheerful lyre. 212 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR LITTLE PIETRO - MUSICIAN. By L. T. Cain. IETRO was hot and tired and sick. His poor little legs trembled and bent with every step he took, but still he plodded on. At times he would turn his large brown eyes to his swarthy companion, and timidly ask, “Go we much further, Signor?” A surly nod was his only answer; but Pietro knew he must rest, or he would drop from exhaus- tion; so he spoke again, and this time in his own musical tongue. “May I not lie down a moment on this sweet grass. Signor? J am so tired and my head feels so queer. I may not play so well to-night, Signor, if 1 do not have rest.” He stroked tenderly the old violin he held in his hand, and piteously awaited a reply. Tis so, 'tis so, grunted the signor. You must play best to-night. We have big crowd to- night. Lie down a little, Pietro, just for short time. We must walk far to get home, Pietro, but lie down.” So Pietro dragged himself wearily to the grassy bank under the wide-spreading oak, and threw him- self on the ground. From earliest morn they had tramped, Pietro and his padrone, playing their violins at all the houses along the country road. It had been unusually hot. and Pietro was not strong. So he rested his weary little head on the fragrant turf, and quickly his spirit was wafted away by fairy hands to the beautiful home of his childhood. He was no longer Pietro, the street musician; he was Pietro, the shepherd boy. Pietro, the altar-boy, and Pietro, the violinist. He saw himself lying by the bank of a murmuring brook while the sheep grazed on all sides of him; he saw himself playing his violin to an audience of little birds and sweet wild- dowers. Even the lazy old sheep seemed to prick up their ears and listen when Pietro played. As Pietro dreamed he smiled his old happy smile, and the swarthy padrone bending over him was touched. But Pietro dreamed on. He is com- ing home now. driving the sheep before him. and the vesper bells are ringing, and the sun is sink- ing in all its glory behind the western hills. Now he sees a pretty little cottage almost hidden by the green vines which grow all around it. In the door- way stands a sweet-faced woman, who smiles with happiness when the little shepherd runs tip and kisses her. “How has my Pietro been to-day? she asks in her melodious Italian voice. And Pietro recounts all the happenings of the day. Perhaps he has found a strange flower on the hillside, or the little ewe lamb has gone astray. All this he tells his mother, who listens and smiles lovingly at the imag- ination of her son. And then he sees his father coming home from the fields, always with something pretty for his little shepherd-bov. After the evening meal they sit out on the cool veranda and plan little Pietro’s future. The father intends him to be a great violinist. Father Lorettchas said he possesses a musician’s soul, and who knows better about such things than the kind old priest. But you are too young yet,” the dreamer hears his father say, and you are not very strong, little son. You must stay out on the hills, with the birds and the flowers, and when you get big and strong then we will send you to the city to study. And then suddenly the scene changes. Pietro is standing by an open grave, and hearing Father Lorette pronounce the last prayers over his father’s body. With tears in his eyes he goes home with his mother, home, now so dreary and so unhappy. Again the scene changes and Pietro stands by an- other open grave. His mother has followed her husband, and Pietro is an orphan. As the padrone gazed he saw Pietro’s smile had changed to a look of the most intense sorrow, and on his long silken lashes glistened two large tears. Now the dreamer is in a strange land, and now he plays his loved violin to a far different audience than the happy birds and sweet flowers. The world once so bright is now all sorrow, hardships, and misery. But in the midst of these sorrows all is changed, and little Pietro sees himself surrounded by angels clad in the brightest robes; and sweet heavenly sounds ring in his ears, sounds that his musician’s soul have often yearned to hear ; among the angels Pietro sees his mother just as she used to look when she kissed him at the close of day. Her arms are outstretched, and in sweetest tones she whispers, Come, my Pietro, come! The smile returned to Pietro’s face, a smile of perfect peace. “My mother, my mother, take me!” he cried in ccstacv. Take your little Pietro!” And the mother heard. For when the padrone came to arouse his little companion, he found the gentle soul had flown to that realm of perfect harmony, and he noticed with surprise the wondrous smile that still lingered about the face of little Pietro, the musician. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 213 A CRUISE OFF CAPE ANN. By Francis W. Rice, '05. NLY for a portion of a day and a night were we to camp on the old boat, but one would think that we were mak- ing preparations for a week’s cruise. The last thing to go aboard was an old rusty anchor and a worn-out coil of rope, which we threw down on the deck with a sigh of relief. Bidding good-by to the numerous friends on the wharf, we pushed out in the stream and hoisted the sails, which quickly caught the fresh south wind, and so we sped down the river towards the bay. The sun had reached its highest point in the heavens, and shone down with a ven- geance, forcing all but the helmsman to seek the cooling shelter of the cabin. The food was stowed up forward, and the interior was soon arranged in excellent order. It was not long before we were called out on deck to ad- just the sails, as we had now passed the lighthouse and were well out in the bay. The wind came stronger and steadier from the south, and numerous fleecy clouds scudded across the sky. Far out in the bay the white caps were darting. It seemed as if an enormous serpent was lashing the seas. The briny spray flew over the boat, and occasionally, as we rose from the trough of a long swell, a huge comber would break over the bow, throwing the spray across the deck, and completely wetting us all. For an hour we sailed about the inner bay, fully enjoying the uncomfortable, but novel and exciting, experience. As the sun sank lower in the west and the wind be- came cold, four shivering and hungry boys forced the helmsman to turn the boat shoreward. We finally reached the river, where we were to anchor. Here we found that the tide was running out at a terrific rate, and unless the wind held we could not enter the river again for over three hours. On one side of the channel were the treacherous sand bars, while on the other were innumerable rocks, over which huge combers were continually breaking. The wind was blowing directly down the river, which made it necessary for us to beat up the nar- row channel. Already we were in the tide, which surged and foamed under our bows. “All about!” sung out the helmsman, and we clambered over to the wind- ward rail, as the boat spun round and settled down on the other tack. We had not gone more than forty feet before the lookout shouted, Sand bar on the port bow!” and again we rushed across the deck, while the heavy boom swung over with a crash. Wc were soon close to the other shore, and were slowly sailing along where the tide seemed to be less strong, when some- thing grated along the keel and struck the centreboard with a dull thud, causing the boat to quiver like a storm-struck tree. Instantly we jumped to our feet, and, the mainshcet break- ing loose from its holder, ran out through the blocks with a whirr, causing the mainsail to flap wildly in the wind. Wc all wore a look of unusual alarm, except the helmsman, who was peering over the stern into the water, and, as he turned and faced his astonished mates, he burst out into a fit of laughter. Naturally we cast our eyes astern, and there, swinging from side to side from the motion of the tide, was an old lobster buoy, half buried beneath the surface of the water. We had to run the boat ashore in order to run the sheet through the blocks. Finally getting underway, we again began to beat up the narrow channel. Not less than twenty times did wc tack back and across before wc reached a point where the tide ran slowly and the channel became wider. If we followed the main channel, wc knew that it would take long and tire- some sailing, so we decided to cut across the sand bars, which were now covered with about four feet of water. Soon the centreboard was thumping along on the hard bottom, stirring up a cloud of sand, which trailed out behind the stern of the boat. The wind blew strong across the marshes, and we bowled along, leaving a wide and winding path of foaming waters astern. We passed over the sand SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL KADIATOlt 214 bars in safety, and were soon again in the deep channel. Lowering the mainsail, we steered for onr mooring ground. The sails were furled and the awning stretched across the boom. The tendei was brought alongside, and two of the boys rowed ashore to procure some food, while those on board 'Drought forth the oil stove, and soon the little saucepan of water was sending forth its warm cloud of steam. In a short time the boys returned in the tender, and, sitting about the small table in the standing room, we fully enjoyed the cold chicken, the rolls, and hot coffee. Successful cooks we con- sidered ourselves. It was not until the sun had sunk far beneath the horizon and the evening dew had began to creep over the river that the dishes were at last washed and stowed in the lockers. The wind had now died down, and the river was only stirred by the slowly-moving tide as it swept on its course seaward. A lantern was lighted and tied on the shroud, and after paying out more anchor shodc, we all retired to the snug little cabin. The guitar was produced, and soon the strains of Fair Harvard” and Way Down South in Dixie” rang out on the night air. t last the music be- came less and less frequent, and soon one boy after another rolled himself up in his blanket and tried hard to sleep. I got up and closed the hatchway, and then opened one of the little oval-shaped win- dows on the top side of the cabin, so as to admit the cool night air. Soon I crawled back to my blanket beside the centreboard and fell asleep: Once during the night I awoke with a start, but it was only the glare of the lantern on deck as it shone through the port-hole that so disturbed me. A light breeze had sprung up, for I could hear the halyards occasionally flapping against the mast. I finally fell asleep again, with the soft ripple of the tinv waves against the hull of the boat murmuring faintly in my ears. We were up bright and early the next morning, and watched the sun as it slowly moved up the east- ern sky, shedding its warm and ruddy glow about the mist-covered valley. In the course of an hour the tide became low, and exposed, off towards the west, a broad expanse of sand bars. Soon from the little village above, numerous skiffs, propelled by sturdy fishermen, pased ottr boat. 'Hie sun was well up in the heavens before we decided to depart, and it was only the frequent coaxing of the helmsman that finally made us hoist anchor and get underway. The water of the bay was far different from that f the previous day, and only the long, low swells rolled in towards the beaches. Not a cloud was seen about the sky. and far off a mountain on the southern coast of Maine appeared like a cloud, as it abruptly rose from the horizon. Within the course of two hours we had reached home, and as T stepped on shore. I thought it would be impossible to crowd more pleasure into a short cruise of twenty-four hours. BUNKER HILL. ‘By “Percy G. Bums, English, ’05. hen I behold thy towering form Uplifted high the skies to meet, I see the battle’s shock and storm. That once raged round about thv feet. I see the shattered ranks of Iiowe In wild confusion turn and flee, Then surge up o’er the steep hill’s brow In all but fatal victory. But soon again the vision fades, and so I view thee with but thrills of pride, For here was struck the first great blow, And here the first for Freedom died. Long have they slept in well-earned peace. Those founders of our Union great; Their deeds no patriot heart will cease To honor and commemorate. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOI RADIATOR 215 THE BAD BLUNDER OF BERT. By Gertrude M. Grant, L., '02. ERT PALMER was exceedingly busy, or thought he was, which sometimes amounts to the same tiling. Surely, you say, he was composing an epic, or. at least, a new national anthem. Oh, no, my ftiend. it was merely a note of some eight or ten lines. Why, then, had he worked hard at his desk for a full two hours by the great dock on the church across the way? Before him lay numberless sheets of the daintiest paper, some half-dozen of which contained finished notes ()n some of the other sheets were written several lines or words. More, however, were blank. But Bert's mind was hardly a blank. He knew-exactly what he wanted to say. but how on earth to say it! How to cram, jam, or ram whole volumes of poetic, rose-colored meaning into a few lines, of plain prose, neatly indited on a sheet of white notepaper! Finally, after a hard struggle, he obtained the following result:— My dear little girl: Something you said last night has tilled my heart with the hope that you do not regard me as indifferently as I feared. I have a question to ask you to-night when I see you at Mrs. Wcstover’s. If I may venture to ask that question, will you wear a single red rose? Yours devotedly, Bert. This fervent effusion he folded and sealed, and then addressed to Miss Dorothy Deane, The Elm- hurst You may observe that our friend Bert was pretty far gone. When he had directed his let- ter. he sat back and surveyed his work with interest. “That sounds sentimental and romantic as a third-rate novel. he soliloquized, but it's the best that I can do. and Dot will understand. 1 must get these other copies out of the way, though, or Alice will see them. Then there’d be no end to tnc teasing I'd get. The library door opened, and Bert's sister Alice entered the room. You naughty boy! I wondered what had be- come of my very nicest paper. Mercy, what oceans of it you have stolen! You must be writ- ing to Dot. When you have finished I want you to do something for me. Won’t you. please? Depends on what it is. I’m very busy. Still, if it is important. I'll see.” That means ‘yes.’doesn’t it? Well. I want you to please write four copies of this note, and address them to the other four members of the quintette. You do write so beautifully, you know. All right, only do stop that flattery, for I’m not fond of soft soap. Alice,” he called, for she was already half way down stairs, I'll mail these for you, too, as I am going out right away.” Alice went about her other duties with a relieved mind, congratulating herself on having so obliging a brother. Meanwhile, that most accommodating youth wrote the four notes for his sister. Before he had time to fold them, some one called to see him for a minute or two. The minute or two became thirty, at the end of which time Bert rushed back to the library, seized the first four notes that he saw. and. sealing them, addressed them to Alice's friends. He hurried down to the letter box and mailed them; also his own letter. After his departure. Alice re-entered the library. That careless boy! I’ll just clear up this desk, then Mary won’t have it to do. Bert would rather I'd arrange it. anyway. Why, here arc my notes, l ie’s gone off in such a hurry that lie’s forgotten them. But I'll address them, and take them down to the corner myself.” which she immediately pro- ceeded to do. Bert did not appear for luncheon, but after dinner Alice said:— Bert, you left that desk in a shocking condition this morning. And 1 thought you were going to mail my letters? Weil. I did mail them. Are you quite sure? When I arranged the desk I found them there, so I directed and mailed them myself. Why. what's the matter?” for her brother was staring at her. his countenance wearing a curi- ous. compound-complex expression, which might have one or all of several meanings, none of them, however, especially cheerful. Matter enough! Here I’ve been and gone and proposed to four different girls, and they'll all be at that thundering affair to-night. Bert Palmer, have you gone crazy? Xo! Wish I was. then I’d get out of this scrape all right. What in the world-----? Let me tell you all about it. Perhaps you can help me. This morning I wrote a letter to Dot. and said—well—never mind what. You can guess. I had to make several copies before I got one that suited me.—five. I think. Then I wrote your notes, and Arnold called before I had addressed them. When he went it was so late that I had just tune to scramble the four letters into envelopes and get them mailed before mv train went. I mailed niv letter at the same time. By the way. isn't Dot one of the quintette?” Yes. ‘‘Then I’ve sent her two offers, and each of the other girls one.” 216 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR “You arc in a nice muddle, aren't you? And Alice went off into a perfect spasm of laughter. “Don't laugh, Alice, but see if you can’t help me. 1 know it seems funny to you, but what am I to do? By this time Alice had somewhat recovered. “Let me think. You can’t have Helen Westover, for she's married already.” “Yes, but think of her reception. It’s no use, I can’t go. She would turn me out.” “Helen will do nothing of the kind. She’ll enjoy the joke immensely, and 1 lazel Grey is engaged to Dick I.angdon.” “Dick will take my head off if he hears of it.” “Nonsense! Don’t be so silly!” “There arc two girls left,” said Bert gloomily. “You know very well that, as far as Dorothy is concerned, it will be all right. But what to do about Belle Dayton. To tell the truth, I don’t want to make you vain, but I think she’s rather in love with you.” Bert had good reason to think the same, but. not being at all conceited, he discreetly kept still. “I tell you what. Bert, I’ll go early and explain matters to Helen and Hazel. They will be easily disposed of. You can see Dot when you get there. But I am sorry for poor Belle.” “I never can face her again. My sole consolation is in the hope that she may refuse me.” “I fear site won’t. As far as I can see, all you can do is to go round and see her right now. She's sure to be home. But, Bert-----” The only answer she received was the sound of the front door slamming. Several hours later, when Bert entered Mrs. Westover’s parlors, his sister, who had been anxiously watching for him, noted the fact that he had almost, if not quite, recovered his usual com- posure. After a few words with his hostess, and with Miss Grey, who was standing near, he looked around as if in search of some one. He saw Dorothy with Alice, and oh!—in her hair she wore a single red rose! Bert managed to make his way to Dorothy’s side, and soon had her out on the veranda, away from the crowded rooms. Alice went home early. She did not sec Bert again that night. The next morning, when he came down, Alice was waiting for him in the hall. “It’s all right, sis,” he said, without giving her time to question him. “I went to Belle’s, and, as she has been away all the week, her letters have not been opened. I asked for Tom, and explained everything to him. He roared till I thought he'd never stop, but lie’s a good fellow, all the same, for lie went and got that letter for me. lie swore he’d never breathe a word to Belle. Mrs. Westover and Hazel were all right, but they laughed most un- mercifully.” “And Dorothy?” Bert’s face reddened. “The cards will be out for the last of June. Dot wants you to go over to luncheon to-day. She’s going to have you for maid of honor. Better go early, for you’ll have so much to say about gowns and all that sort of thing. Girls always do. Honestly, though. 1 never can thank you for help- ing me out of it all. If you’ll go down town, on the way to Dot’s, you’ll find that bracelet you wanted waiting for you. I have just telephoned to the jeweler. Here! stop hugging me! I’ve got on a clean collar. And I’m half starved. Behave yourself and come to breakfast.” CLASS ODE. ‘By SMsude B. Simes, English, '02. Bright hours of youth with pleasures rife, That lead us on to nobler life, Too soon thy joyous, golden days Will seem near but through mcm’ry’s haze. Tho sorrow come and seas divide, Tho’ griefs o’ertake and cares betide. We’ll work with mighty zeal to gain the right, That all our after-life be strong and bright. Around the hearth fire's ruddy glow, When age is come, and chill winds blow. We’ll gather silently at last, To think upon our schooldays past. We’ll e’er exalt thy gracious name, bile wooing praise and winning fame, All that is best, and what is yet io be, O. Alma Mater, dear, we owe to thee. SOMERVILLE CLASS The Parting of the Ways. By Laurence T. Cain, L.. '02. We were a merric company, Right gaily rang our song, Upon the highway of the past Our good steeds pranced along. And every hill and every vale. And all the woods and glades Re-echoed with the clash of mail, And ringing of our blades. Across our pathway lightly blew The fragrance of the dell, And in the breeze our banners flew. And on our armor fell l'lte sunshine of the fair spring day. While in the shady grove. Sweet sang the bird his roundelay, Where boughs dim shadows wove. We were a merric company. Right gaily rang our song. Upon the highway of the past Our good steeds pranced along. An inn beside the highway stood, And thence our severed ways Wound through a dark and unknown wood. The realm of future days. How sweet our tarrying at that inn! lor well we knew, at last. The happy days that once had been Forever would be past When once we left the friendly door Mine host had opened wide. That in those pleasant days of yore We entered side by side. And now the morn has come, dear , friends, And we must say good-by. And journey on alone, dear friends, Forever and for aye. And in the battles we must light May each a victory gain; And may our banners all be bright. And free from every stain. Rut ere we go, mine host, to thee Our thanks we fain would pay, For all the happy hours that we Together whiled away. And wheresoe’er our pathways be. Our hearts will ever yearn. Dear inn beside the road, for thee, And oft to thee return. IOOL RADIATOR OF PONTIAC. S. E. H. S., '03. Great Beast of the North withstands the attacks of our Indian braves. Still undisturbed lie plumes his golden feather in the great northern cave that is hi . home. The taunt that was in the maiden's voice at first had disappeared; she spoke musingly now. Before the leaves of the maple tree turn red and fall to the earth. I will bring you the golden feather.” said the Indian, the color rushing to his face. 1 shall not forget,” the girl answered, with laughing lips. Rut her eyes did not laugh; they seemed to be gazing through the distance that separated the Ottawa camp from the northern cave. As she finished speaking, Pontiac, for whom she had expressed such strong admiration, stalked through the camp in search of his father, the chief. The young Indian’s bearing was proud and slightly disdainful, and as he passed the group on the edge of the wood, he drew his blanket around him more closely. “Doe heart! The name emed strangelv to misfit him. He carried him- elf rather as one that had the heart of an Ottawa, rong to slay an enemy, jiowerful to save a friend. Beyond the group of warriors already men- tioned. Pontiac found the warrior-chief. As he sat before the dying fire, he looked, in his crouching position, like a mound of dried leaves, with two sparks for eyes, so thin and wrinkled and deeply- scarred was he. After a moment’s silence, he mo- tioned his son to speak. The young Indian paused for a time, and then said in slow, deep tones, “Those in whom the Great Spirit lias put truth say that the rail is to be followed before this moon has reached its fullness, this be true, may 1 not accompany the aged arriors. and pluck my first scalp fresh from the •cks of the enemy?” For a time there was silence. Inch was intensified rather than broken by the und of rushing water. At length the chief rose his full height, and, drawing his blanket around im proudly, said:— “Long have I waited to hear you speak those ords. Glad will my heart be. Pontiac, 'the day I ee you return victorious at the head of the Ottawa «raves. There is one great test of a warrior—and leave you to think what it is—which, if you un- lergo successfully, will prove beyond all question- ing that von arc not the “doe-heart” the warriors hink you. that there is the blood of Ottawa chiefs m your vein . When you have undergone this test, hen may you follow the war-path. Having fin- hed this, for him, very long speech, the chief alked out of the camp-circle into the darkness, the hot spirit of the Ottawas, which had lain SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 219 dormant in Pontiac’s nature for so many years, rose at the proud words of the chief. Almost choking with the sense of burning shame and hu- miliation he experienced ai hearing that word doe- heart.” he rushed into the wood, to find time and solitude to realize fully what had happened. After he had brooded over the word, and had conjectured all that it might possibly imply, he began to wonder what the test was of which his father had spoken. Suddenly it came to him. and he said quickly to himself:— I will go north: the Great Beast of which the warriors tel! still remains unconquered. Many warriors have failed: that was because they did not listen to the wisdom of Tusec. Tusec. the wise one. 'rusce, who loves me a5 her own child, knows my heart. She alone is filled with the wisdom of the Great Spirit. She will tell me what I must do.” Then he sought the wigwam of old Tusec, the wise squaw of the Ottawas. It was very late when, with heart at rest, he entered his own tepee. Quickly he fell asleep, for he. knew that on the mor- row he would need all his strength. When the darkness was paling into gray. Pon- tiac stepped foitli from his wigwam, and. treading panther-like, made his way northward into the depths of the wood. The ground was red with strewn pine needles: the aggressive tufts of grass, which had broken through the red in places, were heavy with dew: here and there a raspberry bush, mist-whitened, seemed a freak of nature. All these tilings Pontiac noted as he swiftly kept on his way. He felt the freshness of the wind on his cheeks and the softness of the pines under his moc- casins, and his heart was light as milkweed down. Later in the day he entered the northern wilds through which lay his course for three days, days that passed as quickly as those of a white butterfly in a summer breeze. Not once did the Ottawa swerve from his course. With the sureness of In- dian intuition, he kept on his way. until he came, at twilight on the third day, to the cave of the Great Beast. It was a cave not to he mistaken. It stood, with gray walls and yawning mouth, in the gloom of a forest of pines. Xo ray of sunlight penetrated the spot: the green light was unbroken. Pontiac surveyed the spot carefully, giving an ex- clamation of satisfaction when he saw that it was clearly the place 'Fusee had described to him. Then he gathered light, dried twigs, and piled them in a great heap. When he had lighted the bonfire, lie sat down before the mouth of the cave to wait, 'l lie gloom grew deeper around him. and the green was lost in blackness, but the young Indian re- mained immovable. Suddenly he heard a sound like the rushing of waters coming from the inmost recesses of the cave. He sprang to his feet, spear in hand. 'Flic rushing grew louder and more deafening, and a ter- rible creature, half bird, half beast, appeared in the cave mouth. It seemed to be enveloped in a cloud of smoke, and bright fire shot from its eyes. But the remembrance of 'Fusee’s words made the young Indian strong. Grasping his spear firmly, he waited until the creature came within a short dis- tance. then, with the sureness acquired by long practice, he sent the glittering spear point into the bright fire of its eyes. Bearing all his strength upon the slender pole, he pinioned the Beast to the earth. There was a scream, a groan, a wild Happing of the great wings, and the Beast of the North lay dead. After five days, a young Indian, dirty and wounded, stalked proudly and disdainfully into the ( tta a camp and laid a large, golden feather at the feet of his chief. And the chief’s heart was glad. A SUMMER MOOD. By Bertha Phillips SMarvel. The zephyr croons with sound so sweet. All nature hums the lullaby; Earth’s dwellers hear the melody, The bowing willows cease to sigh; And joyous echoes of tender song. Float down, and down, from leafy heights. Where many tones make harmony. Where hapless joy with care unites. Each ripple of the rushing brook ()utflows its rival’s earnest leap, To swell the flood, that bathes the strand, To chord in ocean’s murm’ring deep. The sky’s pure blue sheds peace o’er all: And fragrance rich perfumes the air. Aye! such a world, and life therein. Throws light on shadow ev’ry where. And so, sing on ye merry tones Attuned to Nature’s key serene, And woo me on to dreams that soothe; To lands no waking eye has seen; Where summer days will always dawn, Where all breathes loveliness galore. And whence no guest would fain return To grave reality once more. Tis then a place blest wonderfully; There quietude holds reign widespread, Where thoughts that seek a panacea May dwell and fear no stranger tread. There, in this spot, the paths lie fair And wind a silent way to peace. There Heaven grants the boon of rest. In messages that never cease. There let me play another role. And act a self that 1 would be Had I directed with mv power These lines, that bound my destiny. 2 20 SOMERVILLE IIIGII SCHOOL RADIATOR RETRIBUTION. ' Justice is not always in the hands of the law.” By Brooks Crosby, E., '03. HE little town of Marietta, Ga., was all excitement. In front of the various stores which lined its main street ex- cited groups of citizens were gath- ered. Even the yellow dogs, usually lounging immovable in the doorways, found energy enough to move about the different groups, sniffing at the legs of the listeners, as if try- ing to discover the cause of the turmoil. Down in front of the courthouse the sheriff was swearing in a posse of men for the purpose of hunting down the criminal. Rare-footed negroes stood around in the dusty road gaping at the proceedings. Marietta was having a time of unusual excite- ment. That day had seen the end of the McCoy - Jackson feud, a feud famous throughout the whole of Southern Georgia for the bitterness with which ;.t had been carried out. The McCoys seemed to «- c born with a deadly hatred for the Jacksons, and the Jacksons were taught from childhood to shoot a McCoy on sight. Thus this feud, begun over sonic trivial circumstance forty years before, had gradually'reduced the families, until there were but two left, Rlackwell Jackson and Steve McCoy, both young men in the prime of life. And now that day the feud had been ended by the murder of Steve McCoy. Rlackwell Jackson, or Black Jackson, as he was called, had ridden into town in the middle of the afternoon, stopped in front of McCoy’s store, and sent a boy to tell the proprietor that a gentle- man wished to see him. McCoy had stepped out on the dirt sidewalk, and Jackson had shot him dead. Only one of those who witnessed the deed had had presence of mind enough to shoot after the murderer as he galloped away. The first bullet killed the horse, and the second apparently struck the man in the leg as he was disengaging himself from the saddle, but as he regained his feet and dis- appeared around the corner of a barn, it was be- lieved that the second shot must have missed. The majority thought that the fugitive would hide in the town until night, and then run for the woods, hence the sheriff and his party were making a thorough search of suspected houses. Rut by six o’clock, just as the setting sun was sinking into a dark bank of clouds, the searchers began to return. They came in by twos and threes, tired, dusty, and unsuccessful. The night was wet and dark. The rain fell in a steady pour, and the moon shone only through rifts in the clouds. Its occasional dim light showed a field covered with long grass. A wood bordered the field on one side. On the edge of the wood stood a deserted log cabin. A man limped through the field, the tall, wet grass swishing against his feet. lie crossed the clearing, and, entering the log cabin, stood in its rotten doorway a moment and listened, 'fhe rain pattered gently, and away off in the-distance he heard the village clock, eleven strokes. He listened a moment longer, his head bent for- ward. then, feeling the way, stepped across a hole in the rotten floor and reached a ladder which led to a sort of loft above. He climbed a few steps, and the old ladder creaked and strained. He stopped, holding himself painfully on one foot, and listened. Outside only the pattering rain. Reassured, he climbed again, 'flic crazy structure gave a warn- ing creak, there was the sound of decayed wood splitting, and ladder and man crashed down. He lay stunned a moment, and w hen lie re- gained senses it was with a cooling, wet sensation about his head. As he lay half conscious, a drop of water struck his forehead. He wondered vaguely where it came from. Another fell, and then another, cool and sweet, splashed on him. “I reckon there’s a leak in the roof,” he thought. The cool water revived him, and he tried to turn his head that it might bathe the other side. Rut his head was wedged tightly between the beams. He tried to move his arms, but the ladder lay across his chest, pinioning one arm so that it could be moved only front the elbow; the other lay under him. 'Hie upper half of his body was absolutely helpless. He was a strong man, but the fact startled him. He tried gently and fearfully to move the ladder. It resisted. He tugged and strained madly, and his muscles bulged, but the only result was a sharp pain in his leg. He rested, panting and exhausted, and the water splashed on his forehead. It began to annoy him. f reckon they’ll git me this time.” he muttered. ■■Rloodhounds an’ guns, an’ then a liangin! If I could only raise this d------d ladder! And he heaved and tugged again uselessly. Above him the water dripped monotonously. It no longer cooled hint, but just over the eve. where it fell, his head began to throb, and a dull pain grew. He found himself dreading the next drop, teeth shut, eyes quivering, and every nerve strung taut. It fell. IIis muscles relaxed, and he lay limp as cloth. It became torture. He strained toward the expected blow, but his free hand reached barely to the chin. The pain became unbearable. ‘‘My God!” lie whispered, “this is worse than liangin’!” He cried aloud for help, and the empty cabin echoed mockingly. He cried aloud, and listened. The rain beat softly, and the water came down, drop, drop, drop. It beat on him relentlessly. Ilis head, throbbing, grew- hot and feverish. The rest of his body became numbed. He thought and SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 221 felt nothing but that ceaseless pounding on his head. So they came, regularly, relentlessly. At times their coldness sent a shock through his numb limbs, and again, hot, they burned into the bone like drops of molten lead. He shrieked in agony, and, hear- ing only the hideous, half-formed echoes, laughed loud. The early morning sun shone warmly on a field of sweet-smelling grass, fresh and green after a night’s rain. The tall blades waved gently in the breeze, as if trying to dislodge the glittering drops which clung to each one. In a wood near by the clean, wet leaves of the trees sparkled in the sun- light. seeming to enjoy the songs of the birds they hid. The green of the wood blended with.the blue southern sky. clear, except for a few fleecy clouds which lingered above the treetops in the west. And over all blew the warm wind, soft and sweet, bearing the odor of wild honeysuckle. A deserted log cabin, standing on the edge of the wood, added to the picturesqueness of the scene. An old negro, carrying a gun over his shoulder, trudged across the field, humming to himself. Be- fore him a yellow dog thrashed through the tall grass, startling the rice-birds at their morning meal. As the old darkey entered the wood, he- mmed to call his dog, but the dog was standing in front of the cabin, his forefeet resting on the rotten doorstep. Wonder wat dat fool dawg foun’ now?” he mut- tered. as he whistled a familiar call. But the dog only sat down on his haunches, and, putting his nose in the air, howled dismally. The old man whistled again, with the same result. Finally, urged by curiosity, lie trudged back to the cabin. decayed bit of ladder projected from the doorway. He bent toward the door and looked in. A man lay on the floor under the ladder. The old darkey’s hand fell to his side: the gun slipped from his shoulder. “Good Lawd! Marse Jackson,” he whispered, and. turning slowly, he hurried toward the village. I reckon dey won’t be no bangin'.” lie muttered. I spec lie must ’a bruk 'is neck when dat ladder fall.” The Shrine at the Bend of the Road. 'By cAustin £M. Works, L., ’02. (Head at the Fiftieth Anniversary.) At thy shrine by the road, god of years that are done. We kneel and invoke thee, thou kindliest one; At thine altar we lay down the burdens of years, The triumphs and losses, the hopes and the fears, The joys and the sorrows, the smiles and the tears, And we pray thee to grant us thy surcease of pain To give for a brief space the old times again, To come with sweet mcm’rics, and teach us to know Not the hope of the morrow, the strife of to-day, But the peace of the yester, the dear long ago— The flush of its morn, of its noon-tide the glow, Of its even the sunset with lingering ray. O. grant us these memories! Tims do we pray. At thy shrine by the road, god of years that arc done, We arise, and the proud have forgotten their pride, Have forgotten all triumphs that ever they won, And we stand here as kinsmen, as brothers allied. As children of her whom men call the dear Past Who brings to her home-nest the loved ones at last. (). we who are younger have strayed not so far From those spots where the homes of the mother Past are. From this shrine of the past at the bend of the road We may sec for the last time our childhood abode And the mother Past watching the way she has showed. O, home of the mother Past! House on the hill! May the fountain of learning aye gush at thy sill! May the storm of the years harm thee not as they sweep 'Fitrough the vale of the days that are perished and gone, May the sunshine of memory fall on thy steep. And the star of regret set her watch o’er thy sleep, Dear house on the hill, ere our journeying on. We would bid thee adieu, and forever be gone. At thy shrine by the road, god of years that are done We take tip our burdens, our journey pursue, But light arc all triumphs that ever we won. And light are all sorrows that ever we knew. We children of her whom men call the dear Past, Who brings to her home-nest the loved ones at last. And, perchance, when the end of the pilgrimage nears, And we worship no longer the god of past years, But the God of Eternity, God of the Past, And God of the Present, the God of the last. And the earliest ages that ever were cast In the furnace of life, in the furnace of death. Where bellows divine blow the blast of their breath ; Perchance when the road winds away in the night. And we lie down to sleep in the dark and the cold. We shall think how the morn was so wondrously bright, And the heart of our youth was so wondrously light. In the house on the hill with the dear ones of old. And the mother Past watching her flock in its fold. At thy shrine. God of all. at the end of the road. We pray Thee to grant us a sweet night’s repose. And wearied with bearing our cumbersome load Our eyelids all softly till morning to close. While the mother Past bending our light slumbers o'er, Brings dreams of the morn and the gladness of yore. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 999 Life is a jest and all things show it, I thought sooikc but povl hnovit. - G y. Spreading himself like a green bay tree.— Gr-h-rn, ’01. Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep.—M-l-ny. L., '02. Amend vour ways and vour doings.—Fr-n-h, L.. 02. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?—M-rr-11, L., 02. In maiden meditation, fancy free.—H-nl-n, L.. 02. He draweth the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.—C. Fleishner, L., 02. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank (High School grounds at night!). Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?— Sh-p-rd, L.. '02. ‘‘Neither a borrower nor a lender be. '—At the Lunch Counter. I am a man more sinned against than sinning.— Fr-nch, L., ’02. Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.—Miss B-ld-n, L.. '02. “The beginning of our end.”—Graduation. 1 am sure that you will take in good part what 1 have said. —Class Prophets. Her voice is low and sweet.”—Miss B-ld- -n, L., ’02. Let the name of this poet be held in reverence. —C- -n. L., ’02. After the toil of battle, to repose Your wearied virtue. —Vacation. “A merrier man Within the limit of becoming mirth I never spent an hour's talk withal. —Sh- -d. E., 02. “Oh. won't we have a jolly time!”—Soiree. “The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.” —At the Kappa Phi Eta. Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.” —Mr. Baxter. For e’en though vanquished, he could argue still.”—Fr-n-h, L., '02. What can we suffer worse? —Listening to the Glee Club. man he was to all the country dear.”—Mr. Whitcomb. In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her.” —Miss G-o-c, L., ’02. “Silence that dreadful bell!”—Close of Recess. ‘ )f all the girls that are so smart, There’s none like pretty Sally.” —Miss M-s-s, L., ’02. I leave my character behind me.”—L-r-ng, E.. ’02. Push on—keep moving. —I'ire Drill. I awoke one morning and found myself famous.”—Miss B-m-s, E., ’02. Loveliest of lovely things are they.”—E. B. L. I do but sing because 1 must.”—H-p-rn. L.. ’02. Her frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.” —Miss H-lt, L.. 02. “ Tis a little thing.”—Miss G- -nt. L., '02. “Better late than never.”—Miss B-t-h-ld-r, L.. '02. Give thy thoughts no tongue.”—In Study Hour. Such stuff as dreams are made of.”—Graduation Gowns. nd oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.” -We- -w-r-h, L.. 02. “I am not in the roll of common men.”—B-t- -rs, L., ’02. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 223 Hid him welcome. This is the motley-minded gentleman.—G. Sm-th, E.. ’02. He thought as a sage, but he felt as a man.— Vh- -1-r. L., ’02. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. —H-tt-rs. Me gave to misery (all he had) a tear.—S- -nd-rs, 1.. . '02. He left the name, at which the world grew pale. To point a moral or adorn a tale.—H-rtl-tt, L.. '01. Hcautifnl and sweet! And young as beautiful! and soft as young! As gay as soft! and innocent as gay! —Miss M-s-s, L.. '02. Is she not more than painting can express?— Miss P-rk-ns, L.. '02. Of manners gentle, of affections mild.—Mr. H-xt-r. The world knows nothing of its greatest men.— Frnch. Pr-ct-r. YVh-ti-g. Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends. An incarnation of fat dividends. —J. E. C. A. W. Ha-r-z. L.. '01. A poet soaring in the higji reason of his fanev.— A. L VV-rks, L.. '01. You pav too much for vour whistle.—YVh-t-ng. L.. '02. Hlcssings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human thoughts.—M-l-ny, L.. ‘02. You'd scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage. —Ca-n, Class Poet. L.. '02. 'Tis pleasant sure to sec one's name in print.— K-b-rts. L., '02. There was a sound of revelry by night.—Kappa Phi Eta Meetings. And listens like a three-years’ child.—S-und-rs. L.. '02. (hie of those heavenly days that cannot die.— Graduation Day. A youth of labor with an age of case.—Wh-ti-g. L.. 02. ‘Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.—Singing “Marseilles.” Give ample room, and verge enough.—Gr-b.-m. 1.. . '01. No more: Where ignorance is bliss. ’Tis folly to be wise.— M-rc-r. L.. ’02. here sits our sulky, sullen dame. Gatherin' her brows like gatherin' storm. —Miss L-rd, L.. ’02. ( Life, thou art a galling load Along a rough, a weary road. To wretches such as I.—C. A. R. S-nbo-n. L. ’01. Storv! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir! — Mr. M-rr-v. To know, to esteem, to love—and then to part.— Class of '02. ’Tis an old tale, and often told.— 02, best class yet. And both were young, and one was beautiful.— i-h-ls and Miss B-rry. She sings like one immortal.”—Miss H-t-h-ld-r. L.. '02. Besides, 'tis known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak.—Wh- -1-r. L.. '02. All happiness bechance thee. —Graduates. There is a pleasure In being mad which none but madmen know. —Fr-n-h, L.. ’02. As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came. —H-nl-n. L.. ’02. l-’ew sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. —St-ry. L.. ’02. Thus, if small things we may with great compare. —Miss Gr-nt and Miss M-ll-can, L., '02. The man that blushes is not quite a brute.— Wh-tm-n. L.. '02. Where none admire, tis useless to excel, W here none are beaux, ’tis vain to be a belle. —Senior Class, Latin school. Haii, horrors! hail!”—The Exams. — he seemed For dignity composed, and high exploits. —K-b-rts, L., '02. Behold a wonder.”—Miss C-n-er, L., '02. Men may come and men may go, But I goon forever. —Miss Mu-1- -k-n, L.. '02. See! the conquering hero comes! —Gr-h-m. Admired, not feared.”—Mr. Ilosmer. “J pleased, and with attractive graces won. — Miss i.-n- -h, L.. '02. 1 do not deny that I have some talent. — W h- -1-r. L., '02. He was precise in promise-keeping.”—W-ld-r. E., ’02. For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently. —Miss Y-l-a-d, L., '02. Some of us will smart for it. —Applying these quotations. What's in a name? —A. G--d. Eating the bitter bread of banishment. — Wh-t- -g, L., '02. “This keen encounter of our wits. —The Debat- ing Society. 1 am the verv pink of courtesy.”—C-rr-er, L.. '02. 224 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR THE TIE THAT BINDS. By J; M. cMcMillin, E.t '03. ARADOXICAL as the assertion may seem, there are still large areas of the far West in which the law is in- effectual, and where thieves and mur- derers too frequently escape unpun- ished for their villainy. With the in- troduction of the stock-raising industry, a relentless fight grew up between cattlemen and sheepmen, for cattle will not graze on land that sheep have fed upon. Public land is open to all, and, despite the fact that there is room enough for both, the bitter struggle for supremacy waxes more intense as the years go by. Even now a scoundrel is held for trial in a prominent Western city for having killed cattlemen for six hundred dollars per man. In his confession he coolly explained. Kilim's my busi- ness.” Such characters are, of course, decidedly in the minority, but the great expanse of country, the natural protection of the mountains, and the sparse- ness of the population arc all in their favor. There arc also what are known as “rustlers,” who build up fortunes stealing cattle from the unguarded ranches. It is only a question of time, however, when most of these criminals come to justice, for they arc hunted down like wolves by bands of de- termined men, and summarily shot from their horses, without trial or without being disturbed by legal quibbling of any sort. Only about a decade has passed since even a woman, known as “Cattle Kate,” a notorious rustler, was overtaken while driving across the plains and hanged to a lone tree.—a sad ending to a misguided life. It was on a clear March day that a party of about forty men, armed to the teeth, started from Chey- enne. Wyoming, cn route northward to clear out a lawless gang who were known to live in the upper part of the state. The outlaws camped in a basin formed by a small area of flat land enclosed by the lofty Rockies. There were two entrances to this stronghold in the shape of narrow and easily defended canons. The fury of the armed men had been precipitated by a recent raid in the Rig Horn country. One ot the most determined men in the company was an Eastern man by the name of Douglass, who, however, has spent many years in Wyoming, and had recently missed nearly a third of his stock. As the party crossed Crow Creek, he exhibited his marksmanship by shooting a prairie dog as it sat on a mound in the morning sun, a quiet spec- tator of the proceedings of the strangers. They rode along rapidly over the rolling hills, each man muttering to his beard what was to occur before many days had passed. The party traversed the monotonous plain in bad tempers and excited spirits, up one long, low, rounded hill, covered only with scant grass and cacti, and then over another such hill, with never any variation. All that they could see ahead was the next hill they were to cross; above them was the cloudless sky, and against the blue northwest horizon they could sec the grim Rockies, hazy in the distance. On the evening of the third day, after much scouting and reconnoitcring, they had come within perhaps half a dozen miles of the stronghold of the outlaws, who were encamped under the protection of an overhanging ledge on the far side of a moun- tain spur. Tims far they had come without detec- tion, and in a short council it was decided to wait till the moon set, when a raid would be made In- dividing their forces and assailing both canons at the same time. Meanwhile, a few scouts were sent out. and among them was Douglass, who also was lo lead one of the divisions in the attack. Douglass rode carefully down the gentle de- clivity from the ledge to the plain, and then took an oblique course toward a point considerably to the west ot the southern canon, as his purpose was to find out the lay of the land in his immediate proximity. The only sound lie heard as lie rode over the uneven country was the dull thud of his unshod horse on the thin grass. On his left—to the west—the great barren Rockies loomed up in silent magnificence against the clear sky, and he was soon following the rocky table-land along their base. Far to the eastward stretched the endless plain; above him the moon looked down with ap- parent interest: straight ahead lie could sec the towering rocks through which he was to help force a passage, lie soon left his horse, and stole cau- tiously toward the black hole in the wall. He came upon the stream which flowed from it. and was able to conceal himself among the scraggling brush and willows that grew along its banks. The river roared tumultuously as it tore over and among the rocks and boulders that formed its bed, and the noise some way relieved the strained nerves of Douglass. As he slipped stealthily toward the canon, his heart beat in anticipation of the fight about to come, when he would sec justice done the scoundrels behind the bulwark. He paused to con- template the solemn grandeur of the perpendicular walls of the narrow passage, when,— Hands up!” called a voice sternly above the roar of the waters. “Now drop that shootin’ iron and march straight ahead, or take the consequences.” Douglass knew the West, and promptly complied with his orders, till he found himself inside the gorge, trudging at a hot pace, he well knew whither. Well,” exclaimed another voice from the dark- ness, “what ye got there, Texas?” “Oh, just a pilgrim,” replied Douglass’ guard; “take him to the corral, an’ wake up the boys.” SOMFRVILLF HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 225 The other outlaw instantly comprehended the danger, and hastened to comply. Having aroused his sleeping confederates, he conducted Douglass to a rave, the mouth of which was barred, and. hav- ing securely bound and gagged his captive, he left him in black daikncss. For a long, tedious hour he lav there. There could be but one fate before him. lie struggled frantically again and again to break his bonds, but they held firm. Suddenly he heard a sound which, once heard, is never forgotten,—the ominous warning of a rattlesnake. He tried to cry (Hit. but he could not: he fought desperately to free himself: hanging was better than poisoning—all in vain. Just at that moment a light was flashed upon him. and a guard prepared to take him away. Douglass groaned his relief, although he knew he was marching toward the end. As the two men came into the light. Douglass instantly recognized the terrible features of the notorious Hutch Callihau. “There's no time to waste in words, said the out- law. You're a-goin to die with your boots on. Is they any word you want to send the folks, for it can't be said as we ever killed a man without givin’ him some kind of decent play? Can I write it? asked Douglass. ’ in't time—be spry—where did ye come from? “Andover, Me.; F. R. Douglass is the name, and---- Andover—Maine! repeated the outlaw, drop- ping his gun into the holster, and staring in mute astonishment at Douglass. For fully a minute lie stood looking straight into the other's eyes, and his astonished captive saw the grim, hard features soften. n expression of mingled surprise, sor- row. and remorse crossed the countenance of the outlaw, as he stood there in the flickering light of the camp fire, with the wild heights about him. Andover! he muttered, vacantly, while he turned and riveted his gaze upon a distant peak. His thoughts were carrying him many leagues be- hind the wide plain to a little village way down Fast; and his eyes grew moist as the unbidden memories of a peaceful home flitted across his vision—the old farmhouse, and the good-by of his mother as her bov started West. Stranger, he said, huskily, you don't die: no man coinin’ from the town I was born in is a-goin’ to be shot by tins gang. He paused again, and then continued, It your crowd ever gets the drop on us. don't let this make no difference to you—I may have gone to the bad, but I can't kill a neigh- bor from Andover—not I ! I 'll leave ye here. tied, by the lire, so as your men'll find ye. He looked out across the endless plain toward the east for a moment Suddenly collecting himself, while his visage assumed its former hard aspect, lie said, with a certain grim humor:— You'll be safer if you don’t squeal none. He discharged his gun into the ground and disappeared into the black night. A faint grey was just breaking on the eastern sky; the stars were gradually melting into the soft glow: the high, barren rocks had begun to form into rough peaks in the dim light, as the cattlemen came stealing softly through the sagebrush toward the camp of the outlaws. Softly, breathlessly, they crept along, with every rifle ready and every eve alert. Noiselessly they approached, and when at last thev had reached their goal, every man's heait stood still. They saw only the unconscious form of Douglass in the firelight. As they peered over the boulders to survey the spot, the dying embers cast weird, flickering shadows upon the rocks. The leader slipped silentlv toward Douglass and shook him vigorously. Arousing him from his stupor, he whispered:— Where are they?—what's this mean? God only knows,” said Douglass, as his senses gradually returned: “only they're gone. Fellows. he called, and the rocky caverns gave back the echo, before every one of you here I swear that never again wili I set the life of a man against that of a steer. CAN SUCH THINGS BE? His Trtonicus, E., '02. When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. When Pyramus dies hardy on the floor, When boisterous Prologue rides her savage race, And Farnum, for old Moonshine takes his place — Shades of Macready come and strike. Such palpable gross play must you mishke. When Teddv Wright the part of Theseus takes And fair Belle Daggett. Portia's speeches makes, When Gracey as old Shy lock doth appear. And 11. Lamont is called a Daniel dear, Come, gentle Shakespeare, shade of Garrick, come! Flse will thy work superb be poorly done. When all the youth and maids of nineteen two Upon the stage present themselves to view In masque or drama, comedy or skit. In floods of melancholy, bursts of wit. Come, rare Ben Jonson, sound the trump of doom. Come, strike with vengeance dread front out the tomb! KAPPA PHI ETA CLUB. GRADUATING CLASS. ENGLISH HIGH SCHOOL. 1902. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 232 Ivy Day. The planting of the ivy by each successive graduating class is altogether interesting and ap- propriate. Tuesday morning. May 2 t.h, the pupils and teachers of the English High School assemb’ed he- I). Clcverley; oration, II. Stuart Xolan; singing. )ur Flag. by school: presentation of pictures to school: planting of ivy. Miss Ruby White. Royal Farnum. Albert Hughes; reading of class d. Miss Maude Simes: singing of class ode. 'I he class ode was sung to the tune of The Watch on the Rhine. ' Snapshot prom ouk Camera. Ivy Day. fore the school building to witness the exercise of the Senior class. The programme was as follows: A short introduction by Mr. Whitcomb; re- marks by president. Gorham Harris; singing, “Rabbi lien Ezra.'' by school; class poem, Ralph The oration, which was effectively and ably given by Mr. Xolan, was full of suggestion to us as Seniors. The exercises closed with many vigorous cheers for Alma Mater and its pleasant associations. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 233 The Year's Calender. October 22.—Somerville beats Cambridge High, football, -II—0. October 30.—Somerville beats Dorchester, 54 —0. October 31.—E. B. L. Club gives Hallowe'en party. November 5.—Somerville beats Malden. 12—5. November 1 1.—Kappa Phi Eta third annual ball at Anthoine's Academy. November 1( .—English High beats Somerville, 5—0. November 25.—First meeting of S. T. I). Club. November 28.—Somerville ties C. M. T. S., 0-0. December 30.—Kappa Phi Eta banquet at Par- ker House, Boston. January 11.—First meeting of R. C. S. Club. January 16—January Radiator. February 12.—Valentine party given by Miss Bertha P. Marvel to her German class. February 21.—E. B. L. Club gentlemen’s night at home of Miss Stodder. 20 Stickney avenue. March M.—Annual baseball concertat Unita- rian Hall. March 20.—March Radiator. March 22.—S. C. P. S. Club ladies' night. March 31.—Ladies’ night of the Kappa Phi Eta Club at Mrs. Howard's Academy. April 1—Ouindonian Club reception and dance at Anthoine’s Academy. April 8.—Concert and dance of High School t )rchestra. April 0-10.—Minstrel show by High School talent at Unitarian Hall. April 11.— Phi Delta beats Ouindonian Club at basket ball, 10-33. April ! 5.—Comedy Club presents Nance Old- field at Unitarian hall. April 17.—Radiator appeared. Aoril 25.—Somerville beat Cambridge at base- ball. 13-3. Mav 5.—Somerville beat Dorchester at baseball, 23-1. May 0.—E. H. S. beats Somerville at base- ball. 13-9. May 15.—Mr. Baxter's reception. May 27.—Ivy exercises of English School. June 6.—Mr. Whitcomb’s reception. June 11.--Somerville beats Dorchester and wins championship. June 12.—E. B. L. Club final da ice. June 20.—Soiree of graduating classes at An- thoinc hall. June 24.—Graduation exercises. Maude—“I tell you, we must have boys in our dramatic club.” Bertha—“Oh. no! Girls are just as clever as boys any time.” Maude—“But what shall we do for a clown?” Mr. Baxter's Reception. On Saturday evening, May 10, Mr. Baxter gave his annual reception to the Senior class at his home, 27 Warren avenue. As has always been the case, the affair was a grand success, and all present enjoyed themselves to the utmost. The first thing on the programme was the reading of the class his- tory, written by Charles Shepard and Julia Connor, and read by the latter. Then followed the reading of the class poem, written by Laurence T. Cain and read by Alice Berry. At the conclusion, Mr. French stepped forward, and, in behalf of the class, presented Mr. Baxter with a silver desk service. Mr. Baxter expressed his thanks in a few well- chosen words, and complimented the class on its work throughout the year. The reception was concluded by the reading of the class prophecies of Mr Flcischncr and Miss Grimes. During the evening. Miss Batehelder rendered a pleasing solo, and Miss Russell gave an interesting reading. A delicious collation was served before the entertain- ment began. Reception to the Senior Class, E. H. S., '02. Mr. and Mrs. Whitcomb delightfully entertained the Senior class and the faculty at their home on Walnut street June � . After the formality of a reception, the new music books furnished entertainment until the class his- tory was read by Miss Hattie Baker and Milbury Ryder. It was thoroughly interesting and humor- ous. hitting many students and clubs. Departing from the usual custom of reading the prophecy. Misses Lizzie Landers and Florence Remis gave in dramatic form “A Five O’clock Tea in 1922. If laughter and applause signify success, most certainly they ought to feel well paid for their effort. After refreshments were served. Mr. Wingcrsky, on behalf of the class, presented to Mr. Whitcomb a bronze figure Globe au Travail.” in testimony of the lasting friendship and good-will of the class for their esteemed head master. Good-byes were spoken at last, after a most en- joyable evening. —1------------------------ Little drops of water Freezing on the walk Make the naughty adjectives Mix in people’s talk. “Stop joking,” said Venus. “I’m Sirius,” answered the Dog Star. Abstracted Schoolmaster— I have been seriously thinking of punishing you, Timson, as you have al- ways been behindhand before: but you have ar- rived earlier of late, and this morning, for a wonder, at last, you arc first.” Pa, what are false eyes made of? “Glass.” “What kind of glass, looking glass?” 234 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR EXCHANGE NOTES ■ TTTT V ■ s v '1 lie Bulletin from Lawrence, Mass., brings us some interesting sketches. Perhaps a story or two, longer in form, might give the paper a more literary tone. Prom Northampton we receive a new Review. The cover is well drawn, and the black and red is a pleasing combination, one very popular among high school periodicals. The souvenir edition of the Classicum, Ogden, I’tali, is a splendid number, with eighty pages of reading matter, photos of faculty, staff, dramatic club, football team. etc. Perhaps in the Salt I ake country they have no trouble in disposing of their paper, but in many places there would be no sale for.the other numbers, as everything of interest would be contained in this one. '1 lie same old cover on the Dean Megaphone! Inside Ypsi” is the only attraction. In this, the last issue of the Radiator to which we shall contribute, we wish to bid farewell to all. We are glad to have had a part, however small, in the carrying on of our paper, which holds high rank among the amateur publications of the country. We thank our exchanges for an opportunity of gaining an insight into the school life of other cities and of other states, of private schools, as well as public ones. Everywhere it is the same, and yet such different aspects of one underlying mode of life. School spirit is manifest, to a greater or less degree, in all. front the breezy, dashing monthly published by the boys of a Western military acad- emy to the quiet, intellectual sheet which comes from the peaceful environment of a seminary for young ladies near classic Boston. Athletics take a foremost place among the interests of both girls and boys: from Oregon to Georgia basket ball and football are played and discussed with the keenest interest. Many schools have their glee clubs, or their dramatic associations. Some are more inter- ested in one phase of life, some in another, but all have real boys and girls, jolly and fun-loving, but studious when occasion and reports require. We are glad to have met you all. and now good-by to each and all of you. who have helped make this last year in high school one never to be forgotten. ---------------------------------------- She says that eighteen summers Passed o'er her head. What luck! Because from her appearance Full twenty-five have stuck. ‘'That.” said the guide, is the negro cemetery. “Ah! I see, said the distinguished visitor, a kind of blackberry patch. A fresh young man on a fine horse passed an old monk riding a donkey. How goes the ass, father? On horseback, my son. on horseback, replied the old man. Life is short—only four letters in it. Three- quarters of it is a lie, and half of it is an if. Jack had a terrible fall, and was unconscious three hours. Too bad ; where did he fall? He fell asleep. P. ’Gusher is not very happy in his choice of adjectives.” U.— Why so? P.— Miss Skimms fished for a compliment by asking what he thought of her slippers. I’.— And what did he say? P.— He said they were immense. Who was the first electrician? Noah. He made the ark light on Mt. Ararat. What ails the child? What is it now? the father frog doth cry. Tis his forelegs he's cutting, the mother doth reply. Hiram.— I say. Si, what be that powder'you be a-plantin’?” Silas.— Wal. you see. Hi. I be gittin old. and when I was down in New York. 1 see this package o' 'Self-Raising Buckwheat.' an' you kin bet 1 up and bought it purty quick. A rider who rode in Rhode Island Met a miss who gave him a smile, and He thought. “This is bliss, I am sure that a miss Is as good as a mile in Rhode Island. Teacher (in history)— Well, who were crushed in defeat?''- ( himmie— De Chinese women. 'I'eachcr (in arithmetic)— This is not set down correctly. Pupil— Oh, I got my feet where the inches ought to be.” No man can do anything against his will. Faith. said Pat. mv brother went to prison against his will. You may find a balm for a lover Crossed, ()r a candidate who's defeated: But the only balm for a ball game lost Is to say that the umpire cheated. Dan Cupid is a marksman poor. I Jespitc his loves and kisses. For while he always hits the mark, He's always making Mrs. Patient— So this is your bill: Medicine. $40: fifty visits. $300. Doctor—“Exactly. Patient— Well. I'll pay for the medicine and re- turn the visits.” SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 235 THE KEEPING OF HIS PROMISE. 'Ey Mary E. Grimes, L., '02. !C« ; AR away in the sunny South, where summer days may always be found in plenty, there stands in the midst of boundless acres an old plantation house. Large old trees shade it on every side, and the wide, pillared piazza is further protected from the burning rays of the sun by a purple-clustered vine, which climbs about the pillars and hangs in great profusion from above. Not only has Nature made it a place of wonderful and varying beauty, but Time has added the marks of age to its charms. Here lives, wi.h her old grandfather, a beautiful daughter of this sunny land, who for the last six- teen years, since her mother's death, when she was left a tiny four-yca:-o!d. has been a sacted charge to her beloved mammy and mistress of the house and all its inmates, from the gray-haired grand- father down to the little negro who rolled about in the grass, and seemed awake only when there was some mischief afoot. Only once had she left this happy home, when she went North to visit her father’s only sister, liv- ing in Massachusetts, but this journey and its hap- penings had formed an interesting and never-to-be- forgotten incident in her otherwise uneventful life. It was of that visit that she was dreaming now, as she lay among the pillows in a hammock, swinging slowly to and fro. One person besides her kind aunt she remembered distinctly, a golden-haired, blue-eyed boy, a vear or two older than her- self, who had spent many an afternoon with her in the orchard, teaching her where to find the sweetest apples, how to enjoy a seat on the branch of a gnarled old tree, and many other of the interesting tilings to be learned only in an old New England orchard. I low well she recalled, too. the afternoon when, in their childish play, they had promised to love each other always, “just the way grown-up folks do.” How she had given him a good slap for being too easily tempted by the rosy lips so near his own; the indignant look when he had found His devotion so unexpectedly rebuked. Then she had gone away. He had stormed at the trains, her grandfather, her aunt, at everything, in fact, that he found taking her away, and promised that when he was a tall man he would go after her and bring her back to the old orchard. Footsteps on the piaz.za roused her from her day dreams. It was too early for grandfather : it must be one of the servants, then. She had looked up. only to see a manly form which startled her to won- dering if she had really been dreaming, or was he really there. Question after question flitted through her mind without receiving any definite answer. If it were he. surely he would not recog- nize her after so long a time. “Miss Ilouton. I believe?” “Yes Is thah anythin' I can do foh yo? Nothing, unless you will ask me who I am, that I may explain myself and my business here. and his blue eyes twinkled in a mischievous way she v, ell rcmembeicd, and made her feel uneasily that he was laughing at her. So she answered rather haughtily:— I suppose yo’ wish to see grandfathah. He's not heal), but I expect him soon. I will call a ser- vant. and yo’ may go inside and wait. “Fray do not trouble yourself. Miss Ilouton. I have been traveling so long that I am rather tired, and. besides, it would be much more comfortable and decidedly more agreeable waiting out here on the porch. he answered, unconsciously imitating her pretty Southern drawl. “Certainly, if you prefer. There is a chair around the corner of the house where you will find the breeze from the rivah very refreshing.” Thanks. Shall I take your hammock around there, or bring the chair here? and he looked away tinder tlu trees, apparently indifferent to her grow- ing indignation at his presumption. If you insist on one or the other, you may take the hammock around there. “I think myself you chose very well. he said, when they were both seated comfortably on the other side. We shall be less apt to be interrupted here. She shot an angry glance at him from under her dark lashes. How much you remind me of a little Southern girl ! once knew! We were great friends, and once, just once, I kissed her. Then she gave me just that sort of look, and I believe made as if to slap my face, or something of the sort. “Are yo’ sure she didn’t succeed? “Oh. she may have; I'm not sure about that. 1 probably shouldn't have known the difference, any- way. She was a pretty, dimply rose, and looked very sweet when she smiled. and again those laughing eyes looked away over the smooth lawns to the river below. Did he know her or not? If not. the least sign of that horrid dimple should be- tray her. nd her name was the same as yours, too. Some cousin, probably. You see. I am traveling on business, and I thought I might run across her I saw your grandfather this morning, and he said probably you would know about her. if she were any relative of yours. Yes. I am sure there is a cousin somewhere who answers your description.” “What a beautiful home you have here, with the (Continued on page iV.’) 236 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR L. ATI N NOTES 8-0.w. -ov Palma non sine labore. Mow many scholars intend to live up to their prophecies? a Class organization : President, Ed- ward S. French; vice-president, G. W. Proctor; treasurer, Everett G. Wentworth; secretary, Mildred F. ' x Jy 11 y the way, don’t fail to let the 0 class secretary he informed of any change of address which you make in the future. This may seem a trivial affair now, but its need will be seen later, when class reunions, etc., are in order. Spare a postal and a moment’s time, and keep the class intact. We all have to stretch our imaginations a little to believe that story in Ovid, where a head keeps on speaking after it lias been severed from its owner’s body. F----(in German)—“Sic flog wie ein Vogel.” She ran like an eagle. G. W. P. (in Greek)—‘‘They all drank well- cooked meat.” Armour’s Extract of Reef sine ulla dubitatione. X.’s tremendous effort in translation: lie em- braced the enemy’s trembling heart with his sword.” One of our teachers says that there is no hope left for 0. D. P. He is at present engaged in slowly relaxing his knees.” The ()mega Deltas held a very enjoyable picnic May 3! at Silver Lake, Wilmington. We had the usual Latin School success with our class group picture. We wonder if the French would have le.o.mizcd the Marseillaise” as we sang it on May 29. The Pamascl, a promenade and mutual admira- tion society, has recently been formed in this class. Its membership is extremely limited. One Sopho- more is at present under probation for active mem- bership. The Kappa Phi Eta Fraternity will still remain on deck after the close of school, although all its lovely companions will have faded and gone. “The grass under the trees has such a strange fas- cination for some of our scholars that it is with ex- treme difficulty that they relinquish its charms to go back to the classroom. All turn out at the soiree Thursday, June 19. To the class of 1903: Vale, Vale, Vale, Mori- turi Tc Salutamus.” M-----is playing ping-pong to reduce his weight. Note the re- sults. A “before using” picture has been taken. The class baseball team was in- deed out of sight.” The recent American League raid prevented a team from being formed in the class. O what is so rare as a day in June!” And who is not well done after one of its sizzling days?” Heard in Algebra I.:— Pupil reading equation: ”2 1)—.” Sotto voce from rear: Or not to be.” The Philippine question was gone over by Eng- lish I. as never before.” Yes, indeed. When at last you are a real Senior, don’t forget the good old days when you were but a Junior. We wish to compliment the Freshmen on the manner in which they wore off that proverbial “Freshman green.” Do not forget Miss Kaan’s suggestion concern- ing an historical library. Here is an opportunity for 1903 to found a worthy institution. The editor wishes to extend thanks to all who have contributed class notes for the Radiator during the year. The size of the list prevents indi- vidual mention. Doughty requests that the Doughty knight who doubted” be forgotten during the summer recess. In our class are four live social organizations: 'Phi Delta Fraternity. Sigma Xi Fraternity, Somer- ville Sorosis Society, and the German Club. One of the candidates for Phi Alpha from our class, when told that some of the paraphernalia had been hurled down stairs, was heard to murmur timidly: O, mv box of fudge!” And of such are feminine fraternities. Now is the time to begin looking for a class motto. Several have been offered, such as. “Speak when you talk.” Cease when you stop,” and the like, but these have been rejected with thanks. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 237 Credited to 1905 : Sweep—swoop—swept— swapt.” (•lass organization: President, William Jen- nings; secretary. Miss Edna P. Jones; treasurer, Charles K. Nichols; editor. Edwin 1 . Fitzgerald; Kaihatok representatives, Dickinson, Niles, Nick- erson, Fitzgerald. In geometry: “Multiply the equator by £ pie. He fell, surrounded with many wounds. According to some, the French and In- dian wars were between the English. “The soldiers could no longer be kept in their skins. Our class is represented by three Greek clubs, ac- counts of which may be found in another part of this issue. Division I. has been mourning (?) a postponed Latin grammar test. Each member of the class will have to remember to be a little more dignified next year when we arc Juniors. ()ur baseball team has done very creditable work, thanks to Captain Fosdick. It is part of C----'s daily life to state the first thing in the morning just how many more days of school there arc. ‘O what is so rare as a day in June! —A pupil who studies in this weather. W e have some fine correspondents, as shown by their occasional contributions, but their wit only makes the words between the duller. According to T-----, the verb do was a swear word of the Romans. I wo of our class have suddenly become Seniors —at least, for a time. S-w-'-l and St-v- -s-n have lately been exchanging some choice Latin words. When we are Sophomores Let us not play mean tricks On the dear little class Of nineteen hundred six. Latin is easy. Cur me (cure me). Si Alex- ander etiam (see Alexander eat jam). Jam a dea (I am a dear). Sex fatum dux (six fat ducks). Cum fido (come, Fido). S-ulc evidently thought he was meant when a pupil was told to look at the nice boy in the front seat. Didn't you sec him blush? It sounded rather odd to hear a respected Latin teacher say, Oh, take a walk. Who was it who saw our Jay Gould looking for gold in the Somerville gold mine? Information to those who arc to be Freshmen another year. The 1900 class is going to be a good one. Among the societies of the school which have been active during the Senior year, the S. C. P. S.. a secret society of several of the Senior boys, has held a high place. The original intentions of the society were of a political nature, but gradually, as the elections and various class affairs were finished, the society assumed a social status, and many pleasant evenings were passed. The features of the year for the society were the bi-monthly meet- ings. the well-remembered ladies' night at the home of Eliot Wingcrsky, and the checker tourna- ment at the same place. On this occasion Mr. Ab- bott. Mr. Harris, and Mr. Hunt were the guests of the club. Mr. Abbott played against seven tables simultaneously, and succeeded in winning every game. The society has lately been re-organized, and will continue after graduation. The original officers of the society were: Presi- dent, M. H. Ryder; vice-president, R. 1� . Farnum; secretary and treasurer, E. Wingcrsky. The pres- ent officers are: President. R. 15. Farnum: vice- president. George Smith. Jr.: secretary and treas- urei, R I). Cleverlcy. ----1—■ ■•;� � ----- Graduation Exercises. Overture— Merry Wives of Windsor .........Nicolai I ladley’s orchestra. 1. Singing. ♦Chorus, Come, Gentle Spring (Seasons) ........................Ilaydn 2. Prayer. Rev. Richard G. Woodbridgc. 3. Address. Ifis Honor, Mayor Edward Glines. I. Singing. . Soli and chorus, O Sing to God” Gounod 5. Address to graduates. Truth.” Hon. Nathan ('. Schaeffer, Superintendent of Public Instruction for State of Pennsylvania. fi. Singing. a. Four-part song. Faster Hymn.” II. K. Hadley b. Trio. P.arcarola” (girls voices), Campana 7. Presentation of diplomas. S. Newton Cutler, chairman of school board. 3. Singing. Kipling's Recessional ......Schneckcr (Orchestration bv S. Hcnrv Hadley. •All Kin ;inK accompanied l� y Hadley’s Orchestra, under the direc- tion of S. Henry Hadley, teacher of music in the schools. 238 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR K 3lf' : % 3PZ iio's ENGLISH NOTES BOW.'u Do ye nm thing. The last social event of the year for the S. C. P. S. will be a checker tournament against Mr. Abbott. Mr. Harris, and Mr Hunt at the home of Eliot Wingcrsky. At least one member of the class has won his degree. No lesser authority than our respected Radiator names him.—Profes- sor Ryder. In severing his connection with the Radiator the editor wishes to say that if any of his “quip and cranks” have struck any of his classmates too heavily, they must be pardoned in the spirit they were given : if his notes have been poor and incom- plete. think, each of vou, how many you yourself have contributed, hi nail y, receive his thanks for the pleasure derived from filling the space of the Radiator at the expense of his classmates. Read the society notices on another page. Your name may be there. Arc you coming back P. G.? We hear that Miss Merrill is thinking of the exams.' So are we. Did the History or Prophecy hit” you? The committee deserve great credit for their choice of gifts to the school. Another new word coined by the class is “pcstimist.” Pay your class dues. The treasurer “will get you if you don't watch out.” We hear with much regret that Loring has left school. I he Radiator loses an able manager and the class an active member. 1902 will be famous for its out-of-town members. It has more than any previous class The double quartette furnished excellent music for the Memorial exercises. Incidentally, it was made up from 1902 and IDOL Let us hope that 1902 will possess the same class spirit when it becomes a part of the Alumni asso- ciation. Members ol the lower classes: If by any chance you have ever been within a mile of a 1902 class meeting do not profit bv the example. Those were “parlous times. “Yet a few da vs and we” will bid adieu to the lunch counter and all its post-prandial associations. Let us remember Miss Merrill’s definition of an alumnus: You are never properly an alumnus un- til you have returned to visit your Alma Mater. Another year has passed over our heads, leaving us with only one year more of our high school life. This year we had the honor of l eing the largest junior class ever recorded on the school books. Let us come back next year and form the largest Senior class, making two records to our credit. A Murder.—One of the young la- dies of the class killed an innocent little tadpole, on May 20. in Room 35. It is thought a pen was the weapon used. The defendant’s plea, when asked about the act, was that she was insane at that mo- ment. The class responded very heartily to the call of the officers for decorative material. May 30. The committee wish to thank them and state that the instructors remarked that the hall never looked more attractive. One of the chemistry pupils wanted to know if SO 2 (sulphur dioxide) would cure a disease. We answer.—undoubtedly—forever and aye. The latest fad, Young men bringing their books to school in a Poston bag. “Jewels five fingers long. —Butter worth. Wanted—“ A young man in the zoological labor- atory to feed the animals twice a day.” After decorating the lecture hall very little sup- per was eaten by the committee as they swallowed anywhere from one to six tacks during the after- noon. If milk is all water, what is it? A first year lunch, maple sugar and chopped ham. Watkins says. I heard the spears flashing in camp. “He must ha’ been a dreamin’. Miss Cushing in history: When HafTord (Hast- ings) was in India. What was she thinking of? The editor wishes to kindly thank those who have helped to represent our class in the Radiator. Resolutions. Whereas, by the divine will of God. our class- mate. Beulah I.. Rice, has been bereaved of her father, and SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 239 Whereas, t!ie class of 1903 has learned with sor- row of her afflictions, he it Resolved, that we tender Miss Rice our heartfelt sympathy, and be it further Resolved, that a copy of these resolutions be sent to Miss Rice, and also published in the high school Radiator. BROOKS CROSBY. President. 11. A. CURRIER. Secretary. 4( )nce more we rise, this time to the Junior year. Freshmen, vou are soon to be Soph- omores. Now see if you can hold up the reputation of the Sophomore class as well as those above you. Miss Gr—ood in geometry: One multiplied by one equals two. Miss Weeks of our class has the honor of being the only one to get five on her rejiort in the whole school. St—y has been very studious for the last two months. Miss De—11—r to Crosby in elocution : Away slight man! Frost “won out” in the trial for the relay team. Oh! what a lovely Dream” sung by Dunham every morning. He must be thinking of some fair damsel. Tlie remark was made the other day that Allen was “only a small thing.” Farnum of Division F is a great astronomer. He says that the earth revolves around the moon. Freshmen shouldn’t be so witty at the ball games. L. 1� . C. are making preparations for a lawn partv. Division I) was given a very pretty party by their English teacher. Miss Harding, at her home, on Thursday evening. May 29. Fallen has been among the missing numbers for the past few weeks. R. C. S. have received their club pins; the colors are red and gold. Allen stated for certainty that he was going camping this vacation. The class editor thanks the class for the support they have given him during the year. Division G thinks that “a humming bird can be compared with a large bee better than with any other bird. Goood-bvc, seniors; good luck! Master W-------. of Division I), trans- lates Per Herzog faszt cinen Fener- haken.” “The duke sat on a fire-hook.” Notice: Boys will please begin training for the “no-hat fad” which will be in rage next fail. Division I I lias suddenly been taken with a spell of deafness. Many of the boys must have at last found the place where they renew their youth. They spend all their spare time playing tag on the cannon. t'lease leave your morning papers at home. Bradford and Scott are now ready to challenge all comers for the ping-pong championship. As Radiators are useless during the summer months your name will not appear again until Oc- tober. But remember the editor wants notes in abundance for the opening number. Mr. Avery thanks us for our aid during Mr. Whitcomb’s absence. Vacation, with all its pleasures, sports, and ad- ventures. has at last arrived. Are you glad? It means one year less of pleasure. I lawthorne’s father died when he was four years old.” Is it possible! Talk about color-blindness, why, some of the class think there are red letters on their report- cards. A medal should be awarded to those who have given class-notes this season, but you will have to be content with the editor’s heartiest thanks. Good work. ’05, your cheering on Ivy Day” was undoubtedly the best work of its kind, that you have done this year. Somerville’s Two Fifteen-Year-Old Clay Model- lers.”—Boston Post. They must grow younger as the years roll on. ‘I he last we heard one of them had passed his eight- eenth birthday. Division (i has not only a draft clerk but a bell boy also. Joe” Whitaker has that honor. Tell Bradford that his picture was in the paper, and then dodge quickly. He— Miss Olkyrl and Mr. Stagit played cards together the whole voyage.” She— What was the result?” He— A tie.” Why is the water green at the foot of Niagara? Because it has just come over, I suppose. Small Boy —Say. pa, when Lot’s wife turned to salt, what did he do?” Father— Began to look for a fresh one. I sup- pose.” Judge— Do you accuse this man of taking your property?” Bandmaster— Yah, he (lake my inoosic roll ven I look away.” Judge—“Took you by surprise, eh? Bandmaster— Yah ! he stole a march on me.” Say. Dutcliy. why don't you water your horse? Vat’s de use? I le’s a bay,” How often a woman’s face is her fortune! Yes, and how often a man’s check is his! S. H. S. BASEBALL TEAM, CHAMPIONS OF INTERSCHOLASTIC LEAGUE. 1902. T'fi-c, f Co rt 6 771 - . a 1 c-ss 9. 7J Cr o o c c ?. r i wsbs i 7 Ha r? c r cl L.f. JO 0 7 2 J S i V Orc. ot so n U •C 2 A' i' A) 3 k o Ho c 9 H c TV cH sj S 7c PH c v s Si. £ 6 C 7 . SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 241 Dorchester, 4; Somerville, 1. Somerville met her Second defeat in the Inter- scholastic league at the Locust-street grounds Wednesday, May 21. Somerville seemed unable to fathom Barnstead’s curves, and not a hit was made by the Somerville boys, who had formerly defeated Dorchester 23-1. Somerville's errors were also costly. Graham and Dickinson played good ball for Somerville, while Hickey and Barnstead shared Dorchester’s honors. The line-up:— DORCHESTER HIGH. Runs—Ilopgood, Cavanaugh. Wolff, Tarbox, Dickinson. Three-base hit—Ilopgood. Stolen bases—Tarbox, Hickey 2, Wolff 3. Cavanaugh, Mulloncy. Dickinson. Base on balls—By Barn- stead. A. Goode; by Hafford, McLaughlin. Hickey, Barnstead. Struck out—By Barnstead, Tift, Mul- loney, Dickinson, Hodgdon 3. Farnum, R. Goode, A. Goode; by llafford, Hickey 2. Hapgood, Wolff. Sullivan. Barnstead. Double play—llafford to Dickinson. Ilit by pitched ball—A. Goode. Passed ball—Vina!. Umpire—Steve Mahoney. Time—lit. 2om. HH. . 1 0. A. IS. McLaughlin, s.s , 1 0 1 1 I lopgood, c.f . 1 1 1 0 Tarby, l.f , 1 0 0 II Hickey, 3b . 0 3 2 1 Sullivan, r.f . 0 2 0 0 Wolff, 2b , 2 2 3 0 Vinal, c .0 8 0 1 Cavanaugh, lb 2 10. 0 0 Barnstead, p 0 1 4 0 27 11 3 SOM ER VII .LE HIGH. HH. HO. A. IS. Tift. 3b 0 0 3 0 Graham, lb 0 8 1 0 llafford, p 0 2 3 (1 Mullonev, s.s .0 0 2 1 1 )ickinson, 2b 0 4 2 0 Hodgdon, c.f II 2 0 1 Farnum, l.f II i 0 II R. Goode, c 0 7 0 2 A. Goode, r .0 0 0 1 Totals 0 24 11 5 Innings 1 2 3 4 5 c 7 8 0 Dorchester High .0 0 1 0 1 1 1 o -4 Somerville High . .0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0- -1 Somerville, 8; St. Marks, 3. Somerville added another feather to its cap by defeating the strong St. Marks nine at South boro Monday. May 15). It was an easy win, and the fel- lows didn't have to work very hard. Mulloncy and llafford played web for the High School, and Tift pitched a steady game. Somerville, 6; Salem,!. Somerville gave Salem, one of the leaders of the Essex County Interscholastic League, her second beating Saturday, May 24. I Iafford pitched a good game for Somerville, allowing but four hits, and striking out nine men. Dickinson put up the best game for Somerville, and with Graham made a double play. The g; line by innings Innings .. 1 2 3 4 5 0 V I 8 9 Somerville . 0 0 2 3 0 0 0 1 0—0 Salem 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 1—1 Somerville, 8; English High, 3. The Somerville boys got even with English I ligh by beating them by the decisive score of 8 to 3 on Broadway field on Monday. May 20. It was the best game which has been played on the new grounds. For Somerville, Tift pitched a first-class 242 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR game, and had good backing. In the eighth inn- ing Dickinson made a pretty put-out. touching Connelly, who attempted to hurdle him. At one time. Kennedy, who pitched for English High, threw down the ball and refused to go on, because of one of the decisions of the umpire, but finally he was persuaded to finish the game out. The line-up:— SOMERVILLE HIGH. AH. mi. PO. A. R Tift, p 1 1 5 Graham, lb 1 12 0 Hafford, l.f 1 1 0 0 Mulloney. s.s 4 1 0 2 ' Dickinson, 2b 1 3 1 A. Goode, r.f 3 1 1 0 I Iodgdon, c.f 4 1 3 0 Farnum. 3b 1 1 2 l 0 3 ' Totals 8 27 12 BOSTON ENGLISH. AH. mi. po. A. I Sullivan, c.f 0 0 0 Kennedy, p A 1 0 iy i Ritchie, c 4 0 7 3 Connollv. lb 4 1 11 0 1 Barrington. 21� 1 0 3 1 Clapp. 3b J 5 2 Barnstead, l.f 2 1 0 0 () 1 1 Hamburger, r.f 2 0 0 0 Totals 4 27 14 Innings 1 2 3 4 5 7 8 9 Somerville II. L 0 2 0 0 1 1 1 2 1—: Boston Eng. 11 .. .0 0 0 0 1 0 0 2 0—: Runs earned—Somerville II. L. 2, Boston E. II. S. I. Runs made—Dickinson 3, A. J. Goode. Hodgdon. Farnum 2, Hafford 2, Clapp. Ham- burger. Kennedy. Two-base hit—Dickinson. Three-base hit—Farnum. Sacrifice hit—lift. Stolen bases—Tift. Dickinson 3. Hodgdon. Gra- ham, Farnum. R. H. Goode. IIafford. Clapp. Barn- stead 2. First base on balls-—A. J. Goode. Gra- ham 2. Dickinson 2. Farnum. R. H. Goode. Clapp, Hamburger. Left on bases—'lift, Graham. Hafford. Mulloney. Struck out—Hafford, Tift. Graham. Farnum, Hodgdon. A. J. Goode. Kennedy 2. Connolly. Hamburger, Cole. Sullivan. Harring- ton. Passed balls—R. H. Goode. Ritchie. Wild pitch—Kennedy. Hit by pitched ball—Tift. Barn- stead. Time—2h. Umpire—Steve Mahoney. At- tendance—500. Somerville, II; C. M. T. S., 8. On the afternoon of Memorial day. C. M. T. S. went down before the Somerville boys to the tune of 11 to 8. There were many and costly errors, and plenty of hitting. Somerville was not quite up to her usual form, but managed to win out. This was the first time the teams had met. the previous game being prevented by rain. This game places Somerville tie for first place with Dorchester. Dickinson made the longest hit made on the new grounds. Graham and l ift put up pretty goo 1 ball for Somerville, while Clark and Boyson per- formed the brunt of the playing for Cambridge. The line-up:— SOMERVILLE HIGH. Tift, p AH. im. 2 PO. 0 A. 1 K. 0 Mullonev, s.s 3 3 2 3 11 afford, l.f j� . 0 0 0 Graham, lb .... 4 2 8 0 0 Dickinson, 2b 3 2 2 2 1 Iodgdon, c.f 3 1 0 0 A. J. Goode, r.f . . . 4 0 0 0 0 Stephens, r.f 0 0 0 0 0 Farnum. 3b 1 3 3 1 R. IB Goode, c . . 1 10 3 0 Totals ....41 17 27 11 ( CAM BRIDG E M. T AH. . S. Hit. PO. A. R. Boyson. c.f ... . 5 0 • 2 0 Slocum, l.f 1 2 0 0 Clark, c 4 8 1 1 Burleigh, lb 4 0 5 0 0 Hannum. p ... 4 1 0 4 0 Becket. p . .. . 1 0 0 0 0 Coolidge. r.f 0 2 0 0 Brooks. 2b .. .. 4 0 1 2 1 Sullivan, s.s 0 0 0 1 Odell, 3b , ... 3 0 1 1 1 Totals 6 24 . 10 4 Innings 1 2 3 4 5 7 8 9 Somerville High .4 4 0 0 0 1 2 0 — 11 Cambridge M. T. 0 0 2 3 0 0 0 0 3— 8 Runs earned—Somerville II. and L. 8, Cam- bridge M. T. S. 1 Runs made—Mulloney 3. Tift 2. Hafford 2, Graham, Dickinson, Hodgdon, R. H. Goode. Boyson. Slocum 2. Clark 2. Hannum. Sul- livan. Coolidge. Two-base hit—Graham. Three- base hits—Hodgdon 2, Mulloney. Clark. Home run—Dickinson. Stolen bases—Hafford 2, A. J. Goode. Boyson. Clark 3, Hannum 2, Coolidge, Dickinson 2. Sullivan. hirst base on balls -A. J. Goode. Burleigh. Slocum. R. H. Goode, Coolidge 2, ()dell, Sullivan. Graham, h irst base on Coolidge. Graham. Mulloney. Struck out—Boy- son. Clark. Farnum 3, Burleigh 3, Hannum, Becket, Coolidge. Brooks. A. J. Goode 3. Passed balls— R. 11. Goode 2. Hit by pitched ball—Sullivan. Ti ue—2h. Umpire—Tobv Lyons. Attendance— 1,000. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 243 Somerville, 16; C. M. T. S., 7. Somerville easily trimmed Cambridge at the Broadway field Thursday, June 5, and thereby placed themselves a tie with Dorchester for first place. This tie will probably be played off Wed- nesday, June 11. at the American League grounds. The game, though not close, at times was full of good ball-playing. Graham and l ift put up a great game for Somerville. Graham making two singles, a two-bagger, and a thrv-bagger. Somerville found Becket pretty easy and hit him almost at will. Boyson and Burleigh played the best ball for Cam- bridge. The line-up:— SOMERVILLE HIGH. AB. Bit. PO. A. K. Mulloncv, s.s . (i 1 9 «V I 1 Hafford, l.f . 0 3 1 0 1 Graham, ll . 0 1 4 0 0 Dickinson, 2b . 5 3 2 0 Hodgdon. c.f 9 V 1 6 0 A. Goode, r.f 0 1 0 0 Farnum. 3b 3 2 3 1 R. Goode, c 0 12 3 1 Stephens, r.f . 2 0 0 0 0 50 10 27 10 5 CAMBRIDGE M. 1 AB s. . Bit . PO. A. K. Boyson, c.f . . 3 0 I 0 0 Hannum. s.s 1 2 3 1 (.'lark, c .. 2 0 10 0 0 Burleigh, lb 1 12 1 0 Slocum, l.f .. 1 0 0 0 0 Coolidgc, r.f . . I 0 0 0 0 Brooks. 2b 0 c 3 1 Odell, 3b .. 2 0 ) 1 0 Becket, p .. 1 2 1 2 0 — — — — — Totals 4 27 10 2 Innings 1 2 3 4 5 0 7 8 0 Somerville High 1 0 2 0 4 0 0- -10 Cambridge M. T. S 1 2 0 2 0 0 0 0 0- — 5 Runs earned—Tift 2. Dickinson 2. Mulloncy 2. Hafford 2, Becket 2. Runs made—l ift 4. IIafford 3. Graham 3, Dickinson 3, Mulloney 2, Hodgdon. Boy son 2, Clark. Becket. Mannum. Two-base hits —Tift 3, Graham. Farnum. Mulloncy, Hodgdon. Three-base hit—Graham. Sacrifice hit—Odell. Stolen bases—Farnum. Hodgdon. Graham, Dick- inson, Boyson 2. Clark, Burleigh, Becket. First base on balls—'l ift. Clark 3, Brooks, Boyson 2, ()de!l. First base on errors—Graham. Hodgdon, Boyson 2. Burleigh. Odell. Left on bases—Hodg- don. Farnum 3, Graham 2. Tift. Clark 3. Hannutn 2. Burleigh. Struck «nit—Boyson. Coolidgc 3. Slo- cum 2. Becket, Burleigh 2, Brooks. Hannum. A. J. Goode 2. R. II. Goode 2, Hodgdon 3, Hafford 2. Hit bv pitched ball—Dickinson. Time—2h. 30m. Umpire—John Irwin. Attendance—500. Somerville, 6; Dorchester, I. Somerville High and Latin won the inter- scholastic championship Wednesday, June 11, by defeating Dorchester High to the tune of 0 to 1 at the American League grounds. The game was exciting from beginning to end, the score being a tie up to the ninth inning, when Somerville came up and topped off with a Garrison finish, which put Dorchester entirely to the bad. Dorchester made her first and only run in the second inning. Wild throws were mostly responsible for this. 'Hie score remained 1-0 until the seventh, when Dickin- son. by good base running, and aided by Hodg- don's single, managed t«j make Somerville’s first tally. The score remained the same until the ninth, when Barnstcad went up in the air. and Somerville scored five runs. Tift pitched a great game for Somerville, allowing only three hits, and had gilt- edged support after the second inning. He also struck out eight of the Dorchester men. Barn- stead also pitched a good game until the ninth, when he suddenly struck a snag. Tift, Mulloney, and Farnum put up a great game for Somerville, while Barnstcad and Hickey played good ball for Dorchester. About twelve hundred people wit- nessed the game. The line-up :_ SOMERVILLE HIGH. Bit. PO. A. K. 2 0 1 1 0 110 1 0 0 0 0 7 0 1 1 5, 1 0 13 10 0 2 3 0 0 10 0 2 8 3 2 Totals ...................... 7 27 10 4 DORCHESTER HIGH. Bit. PO. A. K. Bray ley, r.f.................. 0 0 0 0 Hopgood. c.f .................. 1 2 0 1 Wolff. 2b ..................... 0 0 5 0 Hickey. 3b..................... 0 1 3 1 Tarbox. l.f.................... 0 0 0 0 Cavanagh. lb................... 1 14 0 0 Vinal. c....................... 0 10 1 0 McLaughlin, s.s ............... 0 o o 1 Barnstcad, p................... 1 0 3 0 Sullivan, r.f ................. 0 0 0 0 Totals ...................... 3 27 12 3 Runs made—By Hafford, Dickinson (2). Ilodg- don. Farnum, R. Goode, Tarbox. Stolen bases— Vinal. Hafford. Dickinson. Hodgdon. Bases on balls—By Tift, Tarbox (2), Vinal. Barnstcad: by Barnstcad. Graham. Struck out—By Tift, 8; by Barnstcad, 7. Double plays—Barnstcad, Hickey, and Cavanagh ; I lodgdon and Dickinson. Tift, p........ Mulloncv, s.s Hafford. l.f Graham, lb . Dickinson, 21 Hodgdon. c.f Farnum, 3b . . Goode, r.f R. (loede, c.. 244 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR LATIN HIGH SCHOOL. HEAD MASTER. George I.. Baxter, A. M..............27 Warren Avenue MASTER. Frank M. Hawes, A. M...................257 School Street SUB-MASTER. Charles T. Murray, A. M .............28 Franklin Street FIRST ASSISTANT. Sarah W. Fox................09 Irving Street. Cambridge TEACHERS. George I.. Hosiner, A. B.............13 Arlington Street Frances W. Kami......................12 Pleasant Avenue Fudora Morey............108 Huntington Avenue, Boston Mr-. I.ena Gilbert...................51 FImwood Street Florence II. Paul. A. 15............120 Summer Street Grace T. Pratt. A. M........02 Wavcrly Street, Roxhury SECRETARY AND LIBRARIAN. A. Florence Moulton..................54 Putnam Street INSTRUCTOR IN MUSIC. S. Henry O. Hadley.......................It� Pearl Street JANITOR. Joseph Young........................121 Highland Avenue SENIOR CLASS. Backus, Florence E Baldwin Lillian H 20 Kidder Avenue Batohclder. Mary E Bcrrv. Alice B .. 43 Madison Street 107 Highland Avenue Hurt. Florence A Connor. Julia T Damrell. Emma M Daniels.. Marion Dearborn. Nellie G Garland. May B 25 Church Street 107 Belmont Street 4 Lawson Terrace 32 Beacon Street Grant. Gertrude M Grimes, Mary E Grove. Estella W Holt, Carolyn R Hull. Cora I Jones. Etliclyn ! Jouett. Blanche I- Lincoln. Mildred F Lord, Gertrude K 10 Montrose Street 51 Cherry Street 37 Chester Street Merrill, F.sthcr W..... Moses, S. Edith....... Mullikcn. Edith F..... Norton, Louisa M...... Noyes. Elsie A........ Nyc. I.alia C... ..... Osborne. Harriet A.... Paine, Blanche I...... Perkins Octavia M.... Rand. Alice C......... Richards. Ruth........ Russell. Helen I...... Saunders. Louise M.... Starkey. Helen M....... Sturtevant. Ethel P.... Ward. Katharine........ Yelland. Harriet I.... Rutters Harold A...... Cain. Laurence........ Currier. Frank E....... Eleischner. Chester O.. Flcischner. Herbert E.. French, Fdward S...... Hainan. William J..... Hepburn. James J., Jr. Mercer. William L.. Jr. Merrill. Carle J.... Moses, Guy P.......... Mullonev. John F....... Nichols, John R....... O'Leary. V Leonard.. Proctor. Clarence D... Proctor. G. Waldo...... Roberts, Stanley W.... Saunders. Alfred J..... Shepard, Charles F____ Story. Joseph M........ Wentworth, Everett G. Wheeler. Frank C...... Whiling. James G....... Whitman. Arthur I)... ......339 Summer Street ......17 Westwood Road ..........0 Bolton Street ........5 Gorham Street ..............Bow Street ......12 Sartwcll Avenue ......'� 7 Boston Street ......21 Concord Avenue ....73 Partridge Avenue ...220 Highland Avenue .........44 Day Street ......15 Edmands Street ......10 Summer Street .........101 Elm Street ....78 Columbus Avenue ......5 Bigelow Street ..........5 High Street ......19 Church Street 33 West Street. Medford ......38 Putnam Street ......32 Wallace Street ......32 Wallace Street ........00 Adams Street ......303 Beacon Street . .220 Somerville Avenue ..........312 Broadway ......339 Summer Street ......17 Westwood Road ......15 Appleton Street ......0 Westwood Road ........17 Vinal Avenue ........51 Spring Street ........II Spring Street ......15 Kidder Avenue ......10 Summer Street ...185 Highland Avenue ......07 Hancock Street .........22 Flint Street ......20 Sargent Avenue ... .01 Mt. Vernon Street ...242 Highland Avenue Graduates. Ford Margaret E- (j ..............13 Sherman Street Graham. Alexander.................20 Bonner Avenue JUNIOR CLASS. Arnold, Florence E..... Baker May 1!........... Bertwell. Marguerite M Briggs. Josephine M Burroughs. Ethel....... Cameron. M. Gertrude. CarJeton. Edith (I..... Farrar. Marion II...... Carton, Stella R........ Gow, Lucy A............ Green, Florence........ Greene. Olivia C........ Hutchins. Lttra A...... Jones. Edna P........... Kilmer, Sarah W........ Leavitt. Almira F...... Littlefield, Carrie I.. Marshall. Lulu A ...... Merrill. Florence G..... Orne, Marion F......... Plimpton, Florence H.. Rice, Olive B.......... Robertson, Beatrice R.. Shearer. Jessie K...... Stone. Alma 1)......... Vannah, Florence W... Whiten. Mildred......... Woodbridge, Agnes....... ..........78 Park Street ........12 Adams Street ......48 Cameron Avenue ......9 Winter Hill Circle ........11 Landers Street ......5 Evergreen Avenue ......112 Belmont Street ......12 Adams Street ......113 College Avenue ......42 Franklin Street ......II Cambria Street ......21 Berkeley Street ------10 Mt. Vernon Street ........27 Porter Street ..........420 Broadway ..........30 Adams Street ......30-A Pearl Street ......11 William Street ......'139 Summer Street .... 13 Eairmount Avenue ......19 Warren Avenue ........33 Grant Street ..........71 Park Street ......33 Belmont Street ........25 Brook Street ..........03 Bow Street ......15 Webster Street ......13 Pleasant Avenue SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 245 Baldwin. F. Harold..................25 Browning Road Renting. Reginald A ................132 Hudson Street Cliickcring, Henry T................15 Evergreen Avenue Dickinson. Alfred V................35 Brastow Avenue Doughty. James E...................359 Somerville Avenue Fitzgerald. Edwin P.....................72 Vine Street Goode. Albert J.....................30 Brastow Avenue Goode. R. Henry.....................30 Brastow Avenue Hegarty, Joseph G............................10 Mountain Avenue Howard. Harris G............................233 Highland Avenue Jennings. William......................5 Dimick Street Marshall. Dudley B..................18 Professors' Row McCoy, Wallis A........................62 Main Street McCrossan. Charles 1................181 Tremont Street McKenna, William 11..................292 Lowell Street Mcrriticld. Chester A.................24 Cutter Avenue Nichols. Charles E..................6 Westwood Road Nickerson, A. Ross............................105 Walnut Street Niles, Harold 1................................45 Walnut Street Rand, Chester...............................336 Highland Avenue Sanders. Fred S..............................6 Evergreen Avenue Stevens, Damon B....................15 Kidder Avenue Taylor. Spencer II..................9 Sycamore Street Wright. Joseph M....................18 Buckingham Street SOPHOMORE CLASS. Bailey. Hattie M...................11 Pembroke Street Blair. Christina...................17 Willow Avenue Bonuey. Florence....................7 Hancock Street Bradshaw. Helen....................7 Westwood Road Cousens. Marion 1..................12 Thurston Street Cummings. Eleanor S....................38 Vinal Avenue Davis. May..........................9 Harvard Place Doe, Cecilia 1.....................86 Chandler Street Doyle. Emily M.....................29 Berkeley Street Drouet, Lillian....................66 Walnut Street Dunne. Alice M- D.................175 Summer Street Elliott. Lura A....................32 Marshall Street Epstein. Emma.....................100 Willow Avenue Epstein. Elizabeth................Phi Willow Avenue Ford. Elizabeth C. B...............13 Sherman Street Foster. Katherine R................257 School Street Freeman, Fannie B..............2 Mt. Vernon Street Frost. Frances M...................23 Greene Street Garton, Mildred N ................113 College Avenue Gohring, Lillian ..............10 Billingham Street Gregg. Ella C........................15 Greene Street Hallett. Bertha 1..................14 Sanborn Avenue Harding, S. Grace......................3 Cottage Circle Holland. Gertrude F................57 Adams Street fluff. Maud E......................55 Bartlett Street Jarvis. Carrie A. M....................231 Pearl Street Johnson. Hilda B.....................91 Perkins Street Jouett. Grace N....................37 Chester Street Kcach. Helen A.....................22 Sargent Avenue Kenneson, Florence R...................274 Broadway Lacount. Helen 1.......................34 Day Street Long. Margaret A...................17 Winslow Avenue Lowell. Margaret E.................37 Harvard Street Macdonald. Rachel 1................8 Concord Avenue Marden. Helen...............................83 Boston Street MeFadden. E. Lillian...............27 Berkeley Street McFarland. Beatrice M..................21 Cedar Street Nichols. Helen 1...............9o Jenny Lind Avenue Page. Mabel 1C.................33 Dartmouth Street Pomeroy. Nellie G...................41 Myrtle Street Preston.' Blanche 0.................51 Ja |ucs Street Rhodes. Mattie A................1 Richdalc Avenue Ricker. Lillian G..................1 4 Bartlett Street Ritchie. Susie E...........................54 Bartlett Street Smith. Harriet..................13 Mt. Pleasant Street I Tndcrhill, Louise... ............196 Central Street Wallace. Olive P...................192 Central Street Wilson. Rena 1) ................185 Highland Avenue Albec, Harold F........ Banks. Albert I........ Bell. Richard D........ Boyle. John C........... Butters. Edgar A........ Cohen. George........... Cole. Herbert A., Jr ... Cutler. Homer J......... Dean. F. Stuart........ Denvir. George H....... Eaton, Philip 1......... Eberle. Philip 1........ Edwards. Frank 1........ Farrell. Louis T........ Fosdick. Charles W..... Garrick, Frank J........ Getchell. Charles H..... Gilbert, Percy C........ Greene. Percival I...... Harrison. Percy A....... Hartwell. Oliver W...... Hawes. Richard W........ Henderson. Gladstone W Hovey, Oscar C.......... Janes. Benjamin F.. Jr... Lauman, Henry I......... Lawson, Warren G... .. Leavitt, E. Darwin...... Lenas. Francis B........ Libby. Harold S......... McCarthy, Thomas J------ McDonald, Ray T......... Moore. Ernest R......... O’Donnell. James F...... Osgood. Elmer B.......... Paine. William........... Pearson. William H...... Phillips. William I..... Ricker. C. Sherwood...... Robertson. Rhodes........ Rose. Charles B.......... Sanders. Charles B....... Shiere. Roland C........ Stevens. Walter I... Jr... Sweeney. Edward F........ Tecle. j. Merle.......... Tlmrlow. George 1........ Trueman. Alfred S........ Vosc. Frank O............ Wyman, Oliver A.......... .......16 Pleasant Avenue ...........53 Broadway ...........26 Bow Street .......... 1 Carver Street .......25 Warren Avenue .......163 Sycamore Street ...........34 Pearl Street ..........8 Lester Terrace .......8 Madison Street .......197 Summer Street ........I Hancock Street .......47 Columbus Avenue ....... -23 Fountain Avenue ...8 Grand View Avenue ...........31 Elm Street .......295 Lowell Street ......... .36 Banks Street .......51 Elmwood Street ........- 21 Berkeley Street .......55 Wheatland Street .......77 Munroe Street .......257 School Street ...........20 Elm Street .......81 Chandler Street 2192 Massachusetts Avenue ............7 Mystic Street ......1 1 Summer Street .......30 Adams Street ...........65 Oak Street .......35 Cameron Avenue .......51 Gilman Street ..........56 Cedar Street .......59 Wallace Street ..........7 Vinal Avenue .......71 Gilman Street .......II College Avenue .......'«3 Prescott Street .......211 Holland Street ...I'Ni Professors' Row ...29 Mt. 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Margaret C................1-58 Central Street Davis. Emma E....................13 Mt. Vernon Street Dickson. Edith M.................357 Highland Avenue Dodge. Ruth R....................21� Columbus Avenue Dunham. Jennie M...................6 Pleasant Avenue Elliott. Alice F.................93 Lowden Avenue Evarts, E. Louise.................5 Billingham Street Gardner. Florence C................23 Chandler Street GrilTm. Mary R.....................15 Adrian Street Hall. Avis C.......................91 Perkins Street 24 C SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Hill, Florence I Holm, Fidela E Howe, Ina G Kimball. Nellie I Kittredge, Eleanor I 35 Jaques Street .... 12 Concord Avenue .: 30-A Pearl Street 58 Main Street 6 Charles Street Leonard, Florence L Lunt. Lilly M Lunt. M. Myrtle Marshall. Edith M McCarthy. Mary T McCoy, Annie R McMennimen. Eleanor G Merrill, A. Gertrude Merrill. A. Myrtle Merrill. Ettamac Mowry. 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Howard C...............198 Washington Street Stevenson. Leonard A..................26 Berkeley Street Tluimith, William E...............«7 Lexington Avenue Tourtiilott, Herbert S................School Street Turnstrand, Herbert J. I..............48 Quincy Street Ver Wiebe. Ernest F...................1 Oxford Street Weinheimer, John 11...................1° Park Avenue Weiss. Maurice M......................� Vcazie Street Whitney. Frederic P................ 07 Sycamore Street Wilkins. Harrison P..................2« Brastow Avenue York. George M....................82 Dartmouth Street ---------------------------- ENGLISH HIGH SCHOOL. HEAD MASTER. Charles T. C. Whitcomb...............4 1 Walnut Street MASTER. John A. Avery........................37 Boston Street SUB-MASTERS. 175 Massachusetts Avenue. Boston ............157 Highland Avenue .........15 Lowell Street. Reading ..................Hotel Hamlet .............62 Highland Avenue ..............Melrose H ighlands ..............36 Greenville Street TEACHERS. A. Marion Merrill.................137 Highland Avenue Mary P. Anderson................232 Highland Avenue Esther Bailey ....1172 Massachusetts Avenue. Arlington A. Laura Batt...........................Concord. Mass. M. Jessamine Dixon...................122 Orchard Street Mary P. Hitchcock.......................36 Cedar Street Lucy Ingram............................40 Vinal Avenue Carrie A. Marsh....................18 Stickney Avenue Eda L. Nichols.......................66 Putnam Street M. Helen Tcclc..............11 Jason Street. Arlington Clara A. Johnson....................177 Central Street Mary F. Carrick......................271 Medford Street Etta A. Sea ver......................40 Vinal Avenue Everett W. Tuttle ... Harry L. Jones------ Howard W. Poor...... George W. Earle----- Jonathan Leonard ... Harry F. Sears...... Charles F. Abbott... SOMERVILLE IIIGII SCHOOL RADIATOR 247 Bertha I’. Marvel...................13 Greenville Street Mila Helen Small...................-M2 Highland Avenue Harriet K. Tuell....................13 Greenville Street Helen I., Follansbcc.................20 Montrose Street Bertha P. Chase...................23 Baker Street, Lynn Bessie 1). Davis..................13 Mt. Vernon Street Helen F. Harding.......................IS Russell Street Ella D. Gray..........................II Walnut Street Bessie L. Forbes......................02 Orchard Street Susanna B. Harrington...................I Cedar Street Bertha A. Raymond...................10 Sanborn Avenue STUDENT TEACHERS. Grace E. Lord_____133 Massachusetts Avenue. Cambridge Emma E. Prichard........................22 Cutter Street John M. Jaynes........................3-1 Putnam Street SECRETARY. Amy L. Cole...........................13 Lincoln Street JANITOR. Lewis G. Keene........................54 Prescott Street SENIOR CLASS. Adams. Cora............ Austin Edith P......... Baker, Hattie M........ Betnis. Florence 1.... Bengtson, Klin O....... Black. Florence 1...... Boynton. J. May....... Burke. Emily R..... .. Cambridge, Ethel G... Carter. Kthclyn E.---- Chapman, Alice V....... Christie. Janette C.... Coleman, Alice M...... Commins. Alice M....... Covcncy, Annie M.... Craig, Mabel G....... Crocker, Elizabeth C.. Crooks. Elizabeth G... Daggett, Isabel S..... Daniels. N. Blanche .. Delay. Ellen J........ Derftts. Martha S..... Donahue. Nellie I..... Durell. Mabcllc M.... Eldridgc. Natalie M .. Everett. Hannah M... Fetch, Mary P......... Flaherty. Julia M..... Frankc. Dorothy M... Frazier. Julia A...... Frye. Helen E........ Gilberth. A. Blanche.. Grant. Iva II......... Haggerty. Mary S.... Hall. Blanche N....... Hallett. Gertrude M... llanscom. Aline I..... Harrison. Ruby 1...... Hughes, l tura........ Israel. Olive A....... Joscclyn, Lottie B.... Kane. Ida M........... Lamont. Grace E....... Landers. Lizzie B.... Lawrence. Marguerite Linnell. Clara K...... Loth. Natalie L...... Luscontb. Eleanor G.. McCarthy. Gertrude F McConnell. Henrietta. McFaddcn. Isabella G Merrill, Mildred A... ........... 3G Clark Street .....178 Morrison Avenue ...........h Mystic Avenue ...........21 Virginia Street ...........30 Gibbens Street ...........48 Gorham Street ............10 Ames Street ...........157 Albion Street ............61 Avon Street .........0 Pleasant Avenue ...........142 Lowell Street ...........50 Boston Street ...............6 Otis Street ...........24 Hanson Street ..........73 Marshall Street ...........75 Oak Street ............42 Curtis Street ..........16 Prescott Street ..........40 College Avenue ...........88 Munroc Street ............32 Line Street .....335 Washington Street ............30 Trull Street ...........309V6 Broadway ...........47 Beach Street ...........10 Albion Street ...........10 Giles Park ...........-12 Charles Street ... .......6!� Prospect Street 85 So. Main Street, Reading ............16 Franklin Street ...........130 Summer Street ...........20 Pleasant Avenue ............52 Main Street .....10 Wigglcsworth Street ..........20 Tennyson Street ...........1 Webster Street ........55 Wheatland Street ...............46 Glen Street ...........7 Fairvicw Terrace ...........22 Cutter Avenue ........28 Chauncey Avenue ..........13 Con well Avenue ............48 School Street ..........18 Appleton Street ...........33 Bonair Street ...........20 Church Street ............31 Vinal Avenue ...........51 Gilman Street ............21 ITowc Street ...........27 Berkeley Street ...........26 Hamlet Street Miller. Edith B............ Morris. Ethel B............ Moulton. J. Clare.......... Olncy, Persis C............ Pigott, Nellie A........... Pole. Mabcllc F............ Rand. Ida I................ Russell. Lotta I........... Salisbury, Gertrude N...... Sanborn, Eva M............. Shea. Josephine C.......... Simes. Maud B.............. Smith. Laura M............. Smith. Mary 1.............. Stcntiford. Minnie C....... Stewart. Octavia A......... Stodder. Ida............... Tomfohrde, Adelaide B...... Tuck, Clara D.............. Waldron. Helen M........... Wcllner, Mol lie B......... White. Ruby G.............. Whitney, Lena II........... Wile. Mabel V.............. Wing. Grace M.............. Winn. Edith B.............. Wright, Georgiana S........ Wyman. Mabel............... Backus. John .A...... ..... Butlcrwortli, Chester W.... Cleverley. Ralph D......... Farnum, Royal B............ Foskett. Clifford G........ Foskett, Clinton I......... Gracey. Frank M............ Harris. Gorham W........... Holmes, Percy J............ Hubbard. Willis A.......... Hughes. Albert E........... Hunt. Guy II............... Lamont. Harold B........... Lanphear. Roy S............ Loan, John J............... I.oring, H. Delano........ Marsh, Leon J............. Mason, George E............ McGann. Pierce P............ Mossman. Berkeley W........ Nolan, II. Stuart......... O’Connell. Thomas II....... Phillips. Leslie B........ Prichard, Reuben P........ Rice, Fisher K............ Richardson. Clifford T.... Russ. Charles A........... Ryder. Milbury II......... Sanborn, Walter B......... Savage. John H............ Shcdd. Ray E.............. Smith. Ferdinand B........ Smith, George. Jr......... Southworth. Chester D_____ Stone. Everett G.......... Underhill. Percy II....... Wilber. Joseph F.......... Wild. Paul R.............. Wing. Albert B............ Wingcrsky, Eliot.......... Woodward. Herbert W. . . Wright, Edwin A............. ..........13 Flint Street ..........17 Morton Street ..........20 Albion Street ......11 Campbell Park. ..........5!hi Broadway .........23 Howe Street .........24 Austin Street ......58 Sycamore Street ......86 Sycamore Street ..........0 Hamlet Street ___703 Somerville Avenue ......53 Dartmouth Street ..........4 Wyatt Circle .........54 College Avenue ......208 Medford Street .........36 Sargent Street ......20 Stickncy Avenue ...216 Highland Avenue ...252 Highland Avenue .........21 Heath Street ,370-A Washington Street ...14 Montgomery Avenue ..........23 Jaqucs Street ..........105 Pearl Street ..........230 Broadway ......40 Tennyson Street ......40-A Oliver Street ......67 Thurston Street ......26 Kidder Avenue ........172 Summer Street ........76 Albion Street .........21 Walter Street ........09 Orchard Street ........Oil Orchard Street ........23 Webster Street ..........22 Melvin Street ..........60 Heath Street 26 Vernon Street, Woburn ...260 Highland Avenue ..........48 Jaqucs Street ..........43 Heath Street ......41 Burnside Avenue ......12 Fitchburg Street .........04 Hudson Street ......121 College Avenue ..........Waverly. Mass ..........15 Putnam Street ..........217 School Street ......15 Mountain Avenue ........33 Linwood Street ..........1,088 Broadway ..........22 Cutter Street ........143 Summer Street ......33 Columbus Avenue ........28 Montrose Street ............20 Lake Street .........17 Benedict Street ...............26 Jay Street ......212 Highland Avenue ..........12 Scwall Street .............5 Ash Avenue ..........13 Webster Street .........88 Marshall Street ........09 Moreland Street .........69 Franklin Street ......136 Highland Avenue ..........230 Broadway ..........25 Arthur Street .........90 Chandler Street ............31 Pearl Street Graduates. Adams, Carrie E................. Albcc, Annie I.................. Barber, Florence M.............. Dcllca, Catherine F............. Draper, Lottie M................ ....20 Preston Road .. lo Pleasant Avenue ..36 Marshall Street .......26 Otis Street ...23 Chester Avenue 248 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Easton, Mabel.......................24 Kingston Street Healey. Esther E.....................27 Belmont Street Kennv, Ellen B......................51 Mtinroc Street McCov, Isabel F.....................HO Central Street Morison. Grace E......................«2 Albion Street I’crry, Mabel 1..................340 Highland Avenue Raymond. Marion B...................20 Crocker Street Scars. I.ucy D....................25 Dartmouth Street Stacy. Florence E..................18 Edmands Street Stevenson. Eizabeth J...................73 Oak Street Swansev. Ella T....................102 Prospect Street Blanchard. Pcrlcy G............217-A Highland Avenue Kidder. James W.....................4] Franklin Street Norton, George R....................73 Hudson Street JUNIOR CLASS. Alfonce, Alijc R......... Andrews, Grace M......... Armstrong, Marjorie W.. Bake, Norma 1............ Baron. Laura M........... Bennett, M. Mildred...... Benton. Ruth............. Bcrglof. Margaret M...... Boak, Hattie E........... Bosscy, Edith T.......... Bowler. Ethel M.......... Bragdon. Eleanore M------ Budgcll. Gladys A........ Canfield. Mary G......... Chambers, Gohlic M....... Chandler. H. Louise...... Clark, B- Lucille........ Clark. Lctitia F......... Colburn, Florence R...... Collins. Annie M......... Collupy. Alice E......... Coman. Ethel M........... Cook, Ethel M............ Corey, Emma M............ Cosgrove. C. Maude....... Crankshaw, Mabel A....... Currier. Rebecca C....... Cushing. Grace W......... Dame. Pearl F............ Darling, Alice M......... Day, Grace E............. Dowd, Elizabeth M........ Downes, Eva M............ Driscoll. Katherine A.... Duddy. Malwllc B......... Dupont. Blanche E........ Dyer. M. Louise.......... Eastman. Ethel C......... Emerson. Jessie E........ Fitch, Clara I........... Fitzgerald. Agnes T...... Fraser. Beatrice M....... Fraser. Carolyn G........ Fraser, Edna I........... Frost. Carrie M.......... Fuller, Bessie G........ Fuller. Grace I.......... Gallant. Lillian M....... Gardner. Grace I......... Gilman. Berenice G....... Grady. Elizabeth M..... Grcenlcaf. Elizabeth E.. Hale, Alice G........... Ham. Florence........... Harrington. Mary E...... Hobbs. Ida M-----....... Hodges. Beatrice E...... Holman. Blanch L........ Howes. Harriet E........... Kelley, Ethel M......... 324 Washington Street ......106 Fremont Street .... 112 Sycamore Street ........3 Walnut Street ........7 Quincy Street ------248 Medford Street ......40 Harvard Street ......12 Homer Square ......12 Campbell Park ......22 Ashland Street ......17 Edmands Street ......21 Harvard Street ......Ill Porter Street ......205 Cedar Street ........19 Perry Street ........90 Cross Street ... .......0 Elm Court ..........13 Lee Street ........51 School Street ......51 Sydney Street ..........952 Broadway 304-A Highland Avenue ........9 Morton Street ......29 Quincy Street ...22 Westminster Street ......78 Sycamore Street .......15 Flint Street ......3 Thurston Street ......1 Ellsworth Street ......92 Liberty Avenue ------34 Charnwood Road ......28 Cherry Street ......11 Franklin Street ..........28 Otis Street ........17 Bond Street ......231 Willow Avenue ......50 Sargent Avenue ........42 Ash Avenue ......49 Lowell Street ......273 Medford Street ......493 Medford Street ........10 Porter Street ........10 Porter Street ........10 Porter Street ........93 Alpine Street ---159 Highland Avenue ... . 159 Highland Avenue ......15 Concord Avenue ......3 Windsor Road ..........53 Bow Street ......17 Hinckley Street ........31 Vinal Avenue ........73 Park Street .... 13 Dartmouth Street ........47 Cedar Street ......5 Marshall Street ........SI Bonair Street ........36 Cutter Street ......40 Summer Street ..........05 Flint Street Kitchen. Gertrude E...... Knight. Mary E La held. Florence R...... Lamont. Elsie G ......... Laurent. L. Amelia....... I.cland. Esther V........ Littlefield. Mildred T... Loane. Kathleen M........ Lyon. Helen F............ MacKay. Margaret M. ... MacLean. Margaret A------ Manning. Grace E......... Marden. Julia A.......... Marsh. Carrie S.......... McClosky. Martha E..... McKcnnett, Maude E....... McKinley. Emma Mabel.. Morgan, Harriet G........ Nason. Margaret M........ Nichols. Mildred I....... North. May S............. Pa on, M. Louise......... Pclton. Alma C........... Pelton, Bessie B......... Pring. Amy G............. Prouty. Bertha W......... Ramsdcll. Amie 1......... Reece. Edith W........... Reeves, Ethel W.......... Rice. Beulah............. Ryan. Maude I)........... Sanborn. Florence E...... Sargent. Emma F.......... Sherman. Grace B......... Simonds. Sabrina H....... Spike. Mary H............ Stiekney. C. Louise ..... Stodder, Alice P... ..... Sullivan. Elizabeth E.... Sullivan. Florence E..... Swascy. Maud B........... Sweatt. A. Louise........ Taylor. Emma G........... Taylor, Eva F............ Taylor. Mabel............ Tufts. Marion K.......... Twitchell. Linnette B.... Vaughan. Sarah E......... Vincent. Sophie M........ Wc t. Ethel M............ Whittaker. Margaret...... Williston. Jennie A...... Wilson. Isaliclle P...... Wiswcll. Belle O......... William. Isabel A........ Woodman. Esther P........ Yerxa. Gertrude M........ ...09 Walnut Street . .00 Mystic Avenue .00 Berkeley Street . 13 Conwcll Avenue ... 11 Thorndike Street 377 Washington Street ......31 Prospect Street ----73 Lin wood Street ......392 Broadway ......7 Jasper Street .398 Somerville Avenue ......32 Lake Street ......83 Boston Street .......‘15 Day Street .......'{8 Bow Street ----31% Adrian Street ......90 Jaques Street ......0 Morgan Street .. .29 Springfield Street ......151 Perkins Street ......23 Rogers Avenue ......10 West Street ......31 Winter Street ......31 Winter Street ......143 Lowell Street . .220 Highland Avenue ......53 Tufts Street ..........0 Giles Park .... 154 Herbert Street ......4 Austin Street .319 Washington Street ......21 Willow Avenue ......8 Parker Street ....237 Willow Avenue ......10 Howe Street ......156 Walnut Street ____35-R Jaques Street .. .29 Stiekney Avenue .. .07 Concord Avenue ......7 Elston Street ......18 Quincy Street ...14 Dartmouth Street ......44 Mcacham Road ......15 Jaques Street ......44 Mcacham Road ......71 Heath Street ----72_Concord Avenue ......78 Newton Street ......32 Cherry Street ......28 Dana Street ......9 Mystic Street ....3 Monmouth Street ..118 Morrison Avenue ......in Rogers Avenue ......15 Mortimer Place ...42 Farragut Avenue ... .00 Sycamore Street Ames. Chester G.......... Babbitt. E. Leslie....... Barton. George R........ Bell. Edward J..... .... Blackburn. Henry W...... Burton. Elmer A......... Butterworth. Irving M. Cassidy. John F.......... Chaffee. E. Leon......... Cochrane. Robert C...... Cohen. Charles S........ Connelly. Arthur A...... Corliss. Walter I....... Countway. David L....... Crosby. II. Brooks...... Cummings. George J...... Cummings. George P...... Currier. Herbert A...... De Wick. Frank E........ Dexter. Louis F......... Dix, Harry M............ ...12n Perkins Street 2«7 Highland Avenue ...196 Holland Street .....53 Avon Street 338 Highland Avenue ....2 Homer Square ...172 Summer Street ....19 Winter Street .....109 Pearl Street .24 Chauncey Avenue . 103 Sycamore Street ......26 Clyde Street . .30 Greenville Street ...28 Robinson Street ..52 Tennyson Street ... 11 Webster Street ....9 Virginia Street 330 Highland Avenue ...100 Holland Street .....36 Sewall Street ......38 Ames Street SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 210 Edwards. Truman C........ Emerson, James C......... Fallis. Harry C.......... Fillebrown, 1'ranklin (i.... Fitzgerald. William H.... Freund. Arthur W......... Goode. William N......... Gray. F. Lawrence........ Mealy. Thomas F.......... Higgins. Harrison I’..... Hinckley, J. Phillips.... Hodgdon. Harold B........ Horton, Lawrence M....... Hyde. Edward R Keyes. Louis G........... Kneeland. William 1...... Lomax. George C.......... Lowell. J. Brower........ Macdonald. Arthur W.... Mahler. John H........... Manning. Charles N Marchant, J. Leo......... Mathieu. A. Felix........ McCoy. James A........... McLaughlin. G. Sylvester McMillin. John M......... Xangle, Charles W........ Perkins. Guy R........... Pliilbrick, Edwin I)..... Pipe. Gerald............. Poslcy, Chester A........ Potter. Eugene V......... Rankin, J. Stewart....... Sanborn. William A....... Sherburne, Arthur R... . Steele. Leslie H......... Stephens. William........ Stone. Henry C........... Stratton. Frank 11....... Tarbell, John A.......... Taylor. Henry............ Taylor. Walter F......... Teaklcs. Philip 15...... Thompson. Charles A----- Tift. Raymond 15........ Tucker, Frank W....... Wason. Alfred E......... Watkins, Walter A....... White. J. Lcverctt...... Williams. Chester ().... Williams, Stowarth 1) . . Woodbridgc. Richard W. Yorke. Elbert I........... .......74 Walnut Street ....31 Summit Avenue .... It� Hawthorne Street .... 15 Buckingham Street .......36 Oliver Street ....100 Summer Street .......52 Elmwood Street ..........23 Wesley Park .......11 Dimick Street .......21 Waldo Street .......254 School Street ...........35 Dana Street .......150 School Street ........'5k Pinckney Street .......154 Central Street ..........7 Loring Street ..........7 Miller Street .......37 Howard Street .......18 Webster Street .......10 Rogers Avenue ..........32 Lake Street ..........2 Adrian Street ....1-A Chester Avenue ..........9 Cedar Street .......10 Lin wood Street .......42 Gibbens Street ..........5 Cross Street ....------08 Flint Street ....174 Morrison Avenue ....21 Francesca Avenue .......154 Summer Street .......157 Walnut Street .......10 Delaware Street ............ .472 Broadway .......17 Crocker Street ..........8 Leslie Place ....11 Francesca Avenue ..........25 Brook Street .......144 Willow Avenue .........123 Pearl Street ..........58 Oliver Street .......18 Virginia Street ....60 Lexington Avenue .......18 Burnside Avenue .......357 Beacon Street ....50 Dartmouth Street .......15 Cottage Avenue .......10 Cleveland Street .......53 Prescott Street .......20 Richdalc Avenue .......10 Oakland Avenue .......13 Pleasant Avenue ..........40 School Street SOPHOMORE CLASS. Anderson. Louise Ida.. Anderson. Theresa Bailey. Edith M Bell. Martha E . Benjamin, Gertrude 1C.. Blackwell. Nona E.... Bowlhy. B. Ada Breck. Marion 1 Brine. Edna J Brown. Nellie A ...353 Highland Avenue 21 Perry Street ....32 Farragut Avenue 53 Avon Street 40 Burnside Avenue 10 Kent Street 51 Wallace Street . .447 Somerville Avenue 36 Columbus Avenue 72 Wallace Street 83 Hudson Street Burns, Alice A. Butler. Grace 1C....... 4 Otis Street 05 Flint Street 20 Preston Road Carty. S. Agnes •Clement. Eva F Clough, Mary E Clcvcrlcy, Bertha M... SO Gilman Street 22 Carlton Street 30 Otis Street 12 Dell Street Cochran. L. Clara....... Copland. Isabella I..... Corkhill. Agnes M....... Corner, Lucy M.......... Cunningham. Mary I...... Dakin. Florence A....... De Avellar. Margarida M. Decrow. Carolyn E....... Dillon, Edith M......... Dolbear. Mary E......... Dole. Blanche A......... Downes. Lizzie A........ Ellis. Louise........... Emerson. Sarah 1)....... Gammon. Lclia Mae....... Farrell. Catherine A .... Flemming. Mildred A. E. Gooding. Mice G......... Gould. Florence G....... Grant. Lillian M......12 Greenwood Alveda F.... Hall. Bernice F......... Hardy. Eva G............ Hatch. Florence A....... Hatch. Helen I.......... Haynes, Katherine I..... Megan. Ida F............ Hennings. Bertha M------ Higgins. Ethel G........ Howard. Maude F......... Lamb. Mary E............ LeCour. Madge C......... I.citch. Edith D........ Lewis, Genesee......... I .ibbey. Gladys....... Logan. Lillian M....... Loring, Gladys... ..... Ludixen. Lillian F..... Lyons. Helen C......... Martin. Helen A........ Mathers. Mildred S;---- McDevitt. Cecilia T---- Mclnnes. Mabel L...... McNeill. Katheryn T... McRae. Alice........... McTwiggan, Ellen....... Melvin. Leah C......... Merrill. Lynda V....... Moderno. Mary 1........ Montgomery. Lillian.... Moody. Lizzie A........ Moores, Edith J........ Morris. Susie A........ Moulton. Edna C........ Newton. Blanch I....... Nolan. Katherync I..... Norton. Emma F......... Nute. Ethel M.......... Phinncy. Nellie M....... Phipps. Lillie B........ Piccott. Jessie E....... Pilsbury. Bertha E... Pipe. Louise......... Pitts, Elsie M....... Priestley. Bessie R..... Qucnncll, Nellie I — Quinlan. Martha R....... Ray. Ethel A............ Read. Marie F........... Reid. Alice I........ Reynolds. Agnes R.... Roche. Vaneta E...... Ronan. Harriet E..... Rushton. Edith J..... Russell. Martha E.... Saunders. Winifred.. .. Schmeiser. Louise M.. Scott, Susie A........ ........28 Mt. Pleasant Street ..............33 Ash Avenue ...........:..8 Perry Street ...........58 Belmont Street ..........143 Orchard Street ............42 Florence Street .............11 Arthur Street ....... '556 Somerville Avenue .......11 Grand View Avenue ..........134 Professors’ Row .............30 Quincy Street ............23-A Cross Street ........130 Morrison Avenue ............43 Prescott Street ............218 School StrceX ...........100 Linwood Street ............20 Gibbens Street ............14 Boston Street ... .....11!� H ighland Avenue Medina Building. Davis Square ............. 14 Bow-St. Place ...........78 Concord Avenue ............27 Oxford Street ..........10 Wheatland Street ............9 Montrose Street ...........52 Winslow Avenue .............100 School Street ............26 Gorham Street ............37 Prescott Street ...........21 Elmwood Street .............33 Putnam Street ............17 Victoria Street .............30 Hudson Street ..............HO Arthur Street ............15 Gilman Terrace .................Alpine Street ..........7(5 Highland Avenue .........03 Jenny Lind Avenue .............83 Newton Street ...........20 Farragut Avenue ...........20 Burnside Avenue .............00 Wallace Street ...............80 Glen Street ..............50 Alpine Street .............01 Boston Street ...............21 Park Street ............4 Ebbetson Street .............H Marion Street ..........31-A Moreland Street ..............24 School Street .............38 Meacham Road ................83 Flint Street ...........17 £ Summer Street .............10 Delaware Street ............10 Edmands Street ...........15 Mountain Avenue .............73 Hudson Street .............20 Rogers Avenue ...........14 Burnside Avenue .........■_--Vina! Avenue ..........50 Jenny Lind Avenue ..............30 Boston Street ..........21 Francesca Avenue ............200 Holland Street .............0 Kingman Court ..................244 Broadway ............156 Linwood Street .............177 Medford Street ................41 Flint Street ..............37 Spring Street ..............12 Belmont Place ................31 Trull Street .............373 Medford Street ..........15 Mt. Pleasant Street ................1323 Broadway .............343 Beacon Street .................10 Dell Street .............181 Willow Avenue 250 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Shackford. Ida A........................Lowell Street Short. Gertrude M......................3 Bowdoin Street Simonds. Ella A................II Prospect-Hill Avenue Shelton. Leila M.......................10 Burnside Avenue Smith. Flora B............................!,4 Broadway Snow. Ethel M...........................42 Curti Street Snowman. Locna A........................3- Sewall Street Stanley. Ethel B..................42 Francesca Avenue Stevenson Esther M....................26 Berkeley Street Story. Helen P........................21 Linden Avenue Tarbox. Florence G.......................30 Austin Street Telman. Edith G............................M Tenney Court Trustenitzer, Celia........................H Cedar Avenue Underhill. Merta.......................99 Moreland Street Underhill. Norma.....................5«� Moreland Street Wall. Charlotte A......................H Morgan Street Wallace. Isabel.......................35 Harrison Street Ward. Anna B..........................23 Dover Street Weeks. Maud F.........................10 Wallace Street Welch. Grace M.....................14 New Cross Street White. Evangeline I...............34 Jenny Lind Avenue White. May B..........................53 Prescott Street Whiting. Bessie G........................- 1 Preston Road Wingersky. Martha........................25 Arthur Street Wiswcll. Helene E........................11 Wmdom Street Wright. Bessie H.....................40-A Oliver Street Wright. Nellie A......................245 Medford Street Adams. Harold C.......................22 Ayer Avenue Allen. Harold M....................Id Mountain Avenue Ball. Edwin C.........................................001 Broadway Barton William E......................10 Crocker Street Bean. Gerard C........................138 Lowell Street Bettincourt. Manuel A..............479 Columbia Street Blackwell. Michael J....................10 Kent Court Brigham. Percy A............................3 Dell Street Bryant. Edgar S.......................190 School Street Bunker. Otis V.................13 Prospect-Hill Avenue- Chandler. Harry 1....................15V4 Alston Street Chandler. Harry S.......................45 Jaques Street Chase, Clarence 1..................01 Winslow Avenue Chase. Edward 1...........................35 Vine Street Collins. Maurice J....................51 Sydney Street Cotter. Joseph T................................20 Hanson Street Crane. Henry B.................................152 Summer Street Crosby. Howard H......................1 Madison Street Cummings. Frederick 0..................0 Virginia Street Douglas. Edward P.....................10 Marshall Street Duliig. Arthur H......................282 Summer Street Dunham. Rowland W.....................133 Hudson Street Eberts. Walter R..........................14 Bow Street Ellis. George II......................54 Marshall Street Kustis. John M..............................‘ Lee Street Fallen. Edward J......................0«; Sidney Street Farnum. Warren B......................32 Brastow Avenue Fortin, George F......................13 Quincy Street Frost. James E........................12 Albion Street Gillette, William E...................123 Cross Street Greeley, Francis J......................1' South Street Hall. Edwin R.........................132 Summer Street Hersey. Howard W.......................7 Thurston Street Might. Ralph A...................................� 7 Derby Street Hillcrv. John Jr...............................••• Rus.h Street Hodgdon, Carl R........................1 Virginia Street Manchester. George A..................02 Prescott Street McCloskev. Edward W. S....................38 Bow Street McKellar.' Arthur 1.................7 Mountain Avenue McQuadc. Benjamin F....................0 launton Street Merritt. Robert H.................... 281 Summer Street Mitchell. Lawrence.............................30 Preston Road Mitchell. Ralph P..............................53 Preston Road Moody. Leroy II....................132 Morrison Avenue Moran David P..............................Laurel Avenue Newman. Clinton F.......................• 16 Lee Street Perrv. Charles A..................... .11 Maple A venue Remick, Lewis II.....................•}; Hancock Street Russell. Arthur M..................12 Westminster Street Sawver, Franklin 1.............271 Summer Street Smith. Leo I......... Stacy. W. Gardner........ Wade. W- Foster.......... Welldon. Paul A.......... Wentworth. Fred.......... Whitney. Carl H.......... Wilber. George G......... Williamson. Albert C. .. Wilson J. Albert.......... Woodworth, Clarence W.. ......113 Prospect Street ..........H Albion Street ........... .09 Elm Street .......373 Sumner Street ........33 Webster Street ..........23 Jaques Street .......69 Franklin Street .....57 Springfield Street ......52 Brastow Avenue .........11 Olive Avenue FRESHMAN CLASS. Abrams. Frances P..................35 Stone Avenue Ahearn Nora V......................25 Linden Street Allen. Mildred E...................4- Sargent Avenue Allen. Ruth V. ....................51 Mcacham Road Anderson. A St rid A........... 273 Highland Avenue Armstrong. Gertrude M..............129 Central Street Rachel ler. Ruby E.................22 Kidder Avenue Bacon, Bertha M.................1!� Pembroke Street akcr- y a, 'X...................39 Central Square Baron path I .........................7 Quincy Street Batchcldcr. Maud M.................I Waverley Street Beaudet Mathilda G.................1 Chester Avenue Bidwcll, Ruth A....................-II Sycamore Street B rick. Mary E.....................19 Quincy Street Bhss. A. Grace........................188 Broadway ° V C,ara k......................10 Carver Street Bradley. Frances E..............24 Wheatland Street Brosman. Rose C.................255 Highland Avenue Brown. Ethel W.....................11 Morrison Place Burns. Margaret.......................12 Thorpe Place Carlton. Grace M.....................KM) Porter Street Cameron. Jessie C...................13 Victoria Street Campbell. Elizabeth A.................9 Fairlec Street Campbell Estelle G....................216 Pearl Street Chipman. Camilla E.................160 North Street Clarridge. Ruth T....................186 School Street ChfTord. Agnes.......................115 Lowell Street Colbath, May V........................33 Hamlet Street Conant. May J......................147 Hudson Street Conlm. Kate A......................312 Beacon Street Conner. Maude E.......................196 Broadway Cox, Elva D.....................26 Wheatland Street Cudmore. Annie E......................67 Trull Street Culliton. Elizabeth M...........395 Somerville Avenue Cummings, Forencc E...................251 Elm Street Curtis. Josephine B................35 Pinckney Street Dadimm. Blanche B...............289 Summer Street Davenport. Ethel 1................301 Summer Street D.-ms. Etta M.........................639 Oak Street Davis, Lillian..................54 Moreland Street Dodge. Eunice B....................18 Rogers Avenue Dougall. Elizabeth L...............35 Adrian Street Dugan. Mary H......................18-A Vcazic Street Dunton. Estelle H.....................Km) Flint Street Edmands, Mary......................155 Summer Street Emerson. Anna N....................9 Bradley Street Farrell, Laura B......................29 Custis Street Fisher. Helen E.......................47 Linden Avenue Fitch. Eda W........................273 Medford Street Folgcr. Florence E..............124 Morrison Avenue Folger, Zeta B..................124 Morrison Avenue Frankc. Lillian C..................69 Prospect Street Frye. Susie M...................232 Highland Avenue Gale. Sara 1.......................10 Brastow Avenue Garland, Genevieve F...............32 Beacon Street Gebelein. Katherine M............49 Springfield Street Gilmore. Ellen J...................33 Crocker Street (.drain. Alice S. G................110 Walnut Street Glmes. Ethel M.....................21 Auburn Avenue Glover, Guliclma...................49 School Street Gordon. Alice M.......................71 Avon Street Gordon. Edna F........................10 Locke Street Gurvm, Margaret E..................6 Wilson Avenue SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 251 Hanna. Edith.............. Hanscom. Edna M........... Harcourt. Eflie F......... Hardy. Isabella !•'....... Harrington. Elizabeth M.. Harvey. Mildred L......... Hatchett Eva M............ Hayward. Bertha G......... Henderson. Grace E........ Hcthcrington. Edith M.... Hilliard. Edith E......... Hutchins. Jeannette M..... Hyde, Clara S............. Irving. Mabel A........... Kalberg, Freda M.......... Kennedy. Edith J.......... Kiley, Mary C............. Kocn, Ellen J............. Kueblcr. Florence I....... I.atnb. M. Charlotte...... I.ander. Ida M............ Langley. Mabelle E........ I.anphcar. Bernice VV..... Leavitt, Grace .......... Lcyland, Elizabeth A...... Lomasney. Anna G.......... Loveless. Ruby J.......... Loveys. Ida H............. Lynch. May E.............. MacDonald. Mary F......... Mace. Cora E.............. MacLaughlin, Eva.......... MacKinnon, Edna F......... Madden. Mary G............ Mahoney. Ruth A........... Maischen. Avis E.......... Manning. Margaret S....... Martin, Esther F.......... Matthews. Elsie M......... McCoy. Irma I............. Meehan, Esther A.......... Merrill. Florence M....... Mess, Martha A............ Miille, Ernestine A....... Millner, W- Claire........ Morrison. Emily........... Murray, Margaret E........ Nardini. Mary E........... Needy. Frances A.......... Nicholson. Josephine G.... Patterson. Louise M ....... Perkins; Ella M........... Perry. Bertha J........... Peterson. Augusta M....... Peterson. Mabel C......... Phinncy, Lizzie M......... Pilsbury. Alice C......... Pratt, Ruth W............. Prichard. Marion F........ Pynn. Catherine E......... Rand. Marion E............ Ransom. Marie B........... Reed. Florence M.......... Rice. Jennie M............ Richmond, Eva G........... Ring. Anna F.............. Robbins. Georgie E........ Robbins. Tirzah G......... Robinson, Maud B.......... Rogers. Gertrude V........ Rose. Nellie M............ Rugg. Hazel............... Rumriii. Alice I.......... Russell. Grace R.......... Russell. Harriet.......... Russell. Maude............ Schwab. Katherine E....... Shaw. Florence E.......... ......41 Wyatt Street ......72 Florence Street ......101 Warren Street .....43 Montrose Street .......308 Lowell Street ...17 Wellington Avenue .35 Mount Vernon Street ......0 Cutter Street ...103 Gilman Street ... loti Summer Street ......ikS Flint Street .....108 Glen Street . . . 18 Marshall Street ....00 Newton Street .1 2 Mountain Avenue ...... 23 Hall Street ....41 Dane Avenue ---4 2 Adrian Street .... 10 Cedar Avenue .31 St. James Avenue ....75 School Street ......00 Otis Street .41 Burnside Avenue .... 15 Quincy Street ....1! Oxford Street 47 Partridge Avenue ......47 Glen Street ... 1!� Victoria Street ....9 Cedar Avenue . .5 Norwood Avenue ....7 Gould Avenue .. 40 Prescott Street . 24 Mondamin Court ....01 Marion Street .. 28 Franklin Avenue .26 Woodbine Street ......30 Oak Street .‘29 Farragut Avenue . 27 Morrison Avenue ......9 Cedar Street . 10 Franklin Avenue ... 18 Madison Street .. 19 Chester Avenue . 15 Fountain Avenue .. . 2 2 Aldersey Street .....34 Avon Street ,.4 24 Medford Street ........53% Bow Street 312-A Washington Street 308 Highland Avenue ......17 Avon Street ....11 Crocker Street .310 Highland Avenue ..48 Burnside Avenue ... lit Delaware Street .. 14 Burnside Avenue ....39 Boston Street ___35-B Jaqucs Street .... 145 Walnut Street ...... 29 Ash Avenue ...25 Elmwood Street .......42 Otis Street .. 14 Farragut Avenue .. .8 Hammond Street ....171 Lowell Street ... 12 II incklcy Street .......1 Essex Street ....74 Walnut Street ... .25 Gibbcns Street .....51 Grove Street .. 15 Brastow Avenue ....1 Boston Avenue ...45 Meacham Road .52 Springfield Street ....74 Newton Street ....9 Church Street ___20 Virginia Street ---10 Eastman Place Shaw. Florence M.................227 Highland Avenue Simpson, Mary M.........................88 Elm Street Smith. Anwclda H.....................51 Liberty Avenue Sprague. Bernice F...............301 Washington Street Stacy. Helen J.......................18 Edmands Street Stacy. Jessie F......................14 Albion Street Stanley. Nettie...................4 2 Francesca Avenue Stevens. Jennie G....................59 Adams Street Strout. Florence E......................17 Flint Street Sullivan. Gertrude K.................7 Elston Street Sutton. Edwina M.....................35 Warwick Street Thayer. M. Ethel..................49 Morrison Avenue Thomas. Ethel A......................9 Gilman Terrace Thompson. Jeunc K....................Ill Pearl Street Townsend. Drusic 1...................13 Sargent Avenue Trueman, Hazel C.....................145 Summer Street Trueman. Muriel B....................145 Summer Street Turner. Eleanor 1....................16 Gibbcns Street Walford Annie R......................20 Concord Avenue Watters. Helen F.................140 Highland Avenue Wells, Edith M.......................12 Hillside Park Wickstead. Jennie....................48 Meacham Road Wiley, Eva V............................61 Oak Street Williams. Ninon 1.......................98 Elm Street Wolf. Jennie.........................38 Webster Avenue Abbott. Oscar F......................123 Beacon Street Baldwin. James.......................25 Browning Road Barker, Samuel S.....................5 Putnam Street Bemvay. Charles A....................tit! Fremont Street Bemvcll. Harry A.....................9 Fanning Avenue Bevins. John P.......................35 Austin Street Blount. George F.....................16 Hanson Street Boothby, Warren C....................... 243 Elm Street Bowers. F'rank S.................Ill Highland Avenue Bradford. Frank R....................276 Summer Street Bradley. 'Tom 11.....................24 Wheatland Street Brown. Herbert G.....................52 Pearl Street Bryan. Ignatius 1....................7 Jerome Street Burns, Percy G..........................70 Otis Street Channing. Raymond E..................29 Grant Street Chase, Charles E........................85 Vine Street Colbert, James A........................70 Joy Street Colegrove. Raymond J.................19 Chandler Street Colman. Irving P.....................151 Central Street Commins. Thomas C ...................24 Hanson Street Connor, Edward A.....................88 Orchard Street Connor F. Eugene.....................88 Orchard Street Cook, Frederick W....................14 Granite Street Copithornc. Herbert C................81 School Street Crowell. Horace 1...............14-A Cottage Avenue Curran. William 1....................33 Cedar Street Currier. Harold R....................1 Montrose Street Cushing. Raymond E................... 27 Scwall Street Davis. 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Oh I” was all she could say as she turned her rosy face away from the white pillow against which it had been resting. i)o you suppose she'd slap me now?” he asked earnestly, but still with a confident twinkle in his eyes. “Yo’re somewhat biggah than yo' were—I—yo’ --of course, I do'n' know. Probably you wouldn’t get a chance to try. No, that's so. I hadn't thought of that, but I made a chance before, and, as you said, l am bigger now. and I might make a bigger chance. I don’t believe she’s very tall, do you?” I think she is probably taller than yo’. Well. I don’t, so I shan’t worry about that. Besides, if she is. she won’t stand up all the time. she might sit in a ham----------chair sometimes. He was watching her closely now her eyes looking far away into the past, and the soft wind from the river blowing the curls of her dark L. KERNER_________ Tailor and Men s Furnishings, CORNER CROSS AND PEARL STS., SOMERVILLE. KSTABI.ISIIKl� 1SS3 MANUEL M. SILVA --------- V HAIR GUTTER CORNER PERKINS AND LINCOLN STREETS EAST SOMERVILLE (Particular attention given to children's hair cutting Tklkpiio.nk 515-5 Cleansing, Dyeing, Pressing ami Repairing. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 253 There is a certain something about Patrician Shoes that stamps them High Grade. All the excellence a shoe can hold at a price any woman can afford to pay. Oxfords, $3.00 5 Boots, $3.50. Sold exclusively in Somerville at flbtnhbam’s £)boe Store GILMAN SQUARE hair over her forehead. You see. I have had a little picture she gave me all this time. 1 showed it to your grandfather this morning, and he said she was well worth trying for. Have you really forgotten it all. Janice? The little negro who had been sent to call them in stopped in astonishment at the scene he had come upon so inopportunely, and then, with a loud whoop, went rolling down over the grassy bank in sheer delight at the discovery he had made. 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