Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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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.”

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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

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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.