Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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3 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR pass. The clever work of Clark was on every one’s lips, and many were the cheers that he received front the cheering section. In the second half, the sturdy orange-clad arms and legs had advanced the ball far into the home territory, and the hall was slowly moving toward that line of success. The thirty-yard line was passed, then the twenty, and at last the fifteen- yard line Hold ’em! Hold ’em! Hold ’em!” rings out from the main stand, and, encouraged by this, they make a determined stand on the ten-yard line, but, alas! the ball is pushed over for a touch- down. The orange banners wave for the first time. The ball is brought out for the try for goal from touch- down. The cheering is furious. The kick is care- fully directed by the captain, but it goes under the bar.. Score: 1 1 ue. ; orange, 5. Again the snappy yell of the blue rings across the field, and gray-haired professors fairly split their throats endeavoring to be loyal. With eight minutes to play, they kick off again to the giant fullback of the orange-clad team, who is soon downed. For five minutes they strive to gain through the line, but with little success. A few end plays give them five yards. The ball is in the centre of the field. Two minutes to play. The quarterback glances anxiously across the field to the side line. The coach is holding a handkerchief in his hand. This is the signal for the quarterback kick. ‘‘Play steady, boys,” commands the gritty little quarter. At this signal the quarter receives the bail and kicks it to one side. It lands fairly in the end’s arms, who tears down the field, followed by Phillips and the halfback. The little end hurdles the fullback. Phillips is gaining. Ye gods! who will win? Nearer and nearer, on, on speed the two contestants over the white marks, which seem to fiy by like so many birds. Phillips is certainly gaining. Will he overtake his opponent in time? Phillips sees the two posts which signalize victory for rival and defeat for himself, lie gives one des- perate leap, and straightens out in a beautiful dive tackle. His arms clutch the air desperately; they circle about the runner’s knees! Oh! how good it seems! Then all is blank. The whistle sounds the end of the game, with the ball on the three-yard line, and the score six to five, in favor of the blue. The crowd rushed on the field and carried the heroes around the field on their shoulders. In passing one of the tally-hos, Harry saw Miss Grace toss a bunch of violets to Clark, who in reality had won the game, but he himself had saved it. That night, as the team sat in the parlor of the hotel, smoking their favorite brands for the first time in weeks, the captain came up to Phillips, who sat near the fireplace, and said. What’s the matter. Harry? You don’t look like a fellow that had saved the day for his team.” Never mind. Ned,” said Phillips, “if I did save the day, I lost something dearer to me than that,” and he opened his watch and showed the picture of Miss Grace to his chief, and Ned understood. Two weeks later the stocky little quarterback was receiving congratulations, and Harry had promised to be best man. A FANCY. By A. F. L., L., '03. I saw a small cloud passing. As I lay on the mountain side, With a wild brook near by dashing To the sea, with its wondrous tide. I know not why I wondered At its shape, the face of a child, Not why I lay and pondered On that face so pure and mild. ’Tis childhood’s smile it weareth, Free from pain, or trouble, or care, There is nothing indeed it fcarcth, But hath trust so pure, so rare. 1 watched it passing o’er me. With its changing smile, most sweet, Obscured by a towering pine tree; Now again its smile I meet. Changing, yet ever smiling, On its way o’er that vast blue dome, With a calm sweetness beguiling, Far above the great ocean’s foam. Now from mv sight ’tis hidden, Far over the mountain height, To follow it I am forbidden By a valley, a river, and night. But in thought I can ever follow In its wake through the pathless sky; Though the world be small and hollow, ’Tis a memory I’ll have for aye.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 7 A BUNCH OF VIOLETS. By Phyllis, E. H. S., '03. RED CLARK and Harry Phillips, quarterback and tackle, respectively, were both in love with the same girl; that is, they thought they were in love with her. which is nearly the same thing. Her name was Grace, and she was a sweet little maid, although she didn’t know a tackle from a punt. She attended all the big games, generally on the top of a tally-ho. and had learned by many patient lessons that when the ball moved toward one end of the field you were to cheer and wave your flag; and when it advanced in the opposite direction, you were to yell. ’’Hold As Thanksgiving Day drew near, interest in the big game became intense, and bets were freely ex- changed. Miss Grace, to be real chic, placed a wager of a pair of gloves on the home team. Several days before the game Fred and Harry happened to call the same evening, and to each she impressed her desire that they should win. The one that plays the best shall be my best friend. she said, as they were about to depart that evening. Each went home with a determination'to do some- thing desperate on the eventful Thursday. ! v two o'clock on the crucial day the interested sun shone down upon a white-barred gridiron. ’em!” or keep still. Her private opinion of the game was that it was dreadfully slow. When Fred called at the house, she would say very charmingly, How do you manage to dodge those other fellows so cleverly, Mr. Clark? and when Marry called, she would look up at the big tackle, and. with a sweet smile, would say. I should think that you would he killed there in that line. Mr. Phillips. Then Harry would blush and think that he had never seen such a sympathetic girl. The rivalry increased as the season advanced, and neither seemed to gain an advantage. Miss Grace and her tame “lions” became a standing joke among the students. framed with grandstands, tally-hos, and bright colors. As the two teams came trotting on the field, cheer after cheer greeted each team from the rival grandstands. Clark and Phillips were sure they saw Grace on a tally-ho near the flag pole. Then came the kick-off, and from that moment the thought of Miss Grace never entered their minds. When the umpire blew his whistle at the end of the first half, the supporters of the blue took one long breath, and then broke forth into such a pan- demonium of joy as only a football crowd can make, as the score stood six to nothing, in their favor, and Clark had scored the touchdown on a double

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SOMKRVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 9 TWIXT GODS AND MAN. By M. M. B., L. H. S., '03. CTO HER FIRST is a date long to be remembered among the red-letter days of my life. How triumphant I felt as I reviewed the day! Had 1 received by card the mystic sign for excellent or good. or had 1 led the home basket ball team to victory? Xo. my wiser feelings told me to postpone the subject of school reports as long as possible, and as for basket ball, I had led the opponents to victory by a foul. Yet I was happy: very much so. in fact. I had kept a secret! Had I not heard. “A woman never can keep a secret ? Oh. the joy to feel that, as an exception. I had proved the rule. The next day I felt like a mighty conqueror, as I resisted all temptations to confide in my dearest HAD KEPT A SECRET.’’ friend. That night my room seemed filled with a hum and rustling. Was it my imagination, or did the hum really swell into a triumphant song? Yes. I became sure that some mysterious creatures were singing of my glory! Soon, from out the darkest corner, glided a figure. I did not scream because I recognized the features. It was Catiline. Al- though somewhat reassuring to know my visitor, yet I thought of his crimes and feared. Was he going to kill me? Nearer and nearer he came. and. at last, leaned over and scanned my face. My hair began to rise and stood on end. I suppose his breath caused it to do so. 1 lark ! he was speaking! “Would that mv comrades had been gifted with silence! Then, oh Cicero, you would never have been able to insult me in the senate! His words were followed by a groan, and then the conspirator walked back to the corner and dis- appeared. 1 was surprised to feel how hot and thirsty I was, but, of course, 1 was not frightened. (ireat was my relief, however, that my night’s sleep was not interrupted for several weeks. But at last a night came when, as I lay thinking of Cati- line. 1 heard a noise at the screen, and soon realized that there was another person in the room. He hardly seemed to touch the lloor. so lightly did he walk. I knew by his dress and features that he was no Roman. I looked more closely and beheld little wings on his cap. Those wings gave me the clue, and. after a keener glance. I fully recognized Mer- cury. the messenger of the gods. Oh. daughter of the human race, the favor of Jove has fallen upon you. The great father orders you to obey his commands. I shall come to lead you to his presence. Before I could ask any questions, he had with- drawn. I thought I heard some one at the win- dow call Pridie Kalendas. Now I understood that on that date he would come again. I»v the help of a Latin grammar. I found out that Pridie K alendas would probably mean October thirty- first. Impatiently I awaited the messenger’s return, but I heard nothing for a week. 1 was so excited that I could not get to sleep on Hallowe'en. Would he really come as he had said? What did Jupiter want of me? Soon I heard the same noise, and. looking around. 1 saw Mercury. He told me to throw a mantle about me and follow him. This I did, not daring to question him. After we climbed out of the window, he produced a pair of sandles with little wings on the heels. He stepped upon a moonbeam, and I tried to follow. I nearly fell, but bv his help I became more accustomed to the little steps, and progressed rapidly. After a while we came in sight of a great golden castle. We left the moonbeam, and seemed to flutter toward the building. When we came to the walls, the gates opened, and Mercury walked quickly into the court. I hur- ried after him, not daring to look either to the right or left. 'The majestic form of the king towered above all his courtiers, as he took his seat on the dazzling throne. I was surprised to see the people surround him and appear perfectly at home. Mer- cury explained that, on Hallowe’en night, the great king held a reception. There was no time for more conversation, for Jupiter addressed me. Arc you. oh being, so strong to resist tempta- tions, or did some goddess help you? I could not answer, try as I would. Would all my glory fade? Surely he would believe me guilty of some artifice if I did not answer. Once more I tried, but in vain. Yea, oh great and glorious majesty, king of us all. I have fully investigated, and have found that she has, unaided, kept a secret.”