Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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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.

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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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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