Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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BENDING OVER A VASE OP FLOWERS.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 14 looking, at the same time, to see where there was a fire escape. As soon as they were seated, everybody was un- comfortable; for Miss Douglass was so confused and astonished that she did not know what to say; Miss Carter had discovered something strange in Baker’s manner that worried her; Stanley felt as stiff as a country boy at his first party, under the unusual circumstances; and Baker’s conscience was very active, to say the least. Now. how do you like the West?” asked Miss Carter of Baker. Just my luck,” thought the latter, casting a glance toward Stanley to come to the rescue. Why,” aloud, not much, Alice; the climate is beautiful; the scenery is magnificent, and all that; but I don't like their manners out there---” that was the only thing he could think of. And,” added Stanley, the girls arc uninter- esting.” Cold sweat began to trickle down Baker's fore- head. Why, is that so?” inquired Alice, in a tone of surprise. “Harold said there were many pretty ones there when he came home last year.” Oh. I guess they’re all dead now,” Stanley ex- plained. Baker wouldn’t even look at one this time.” Baker went over to the piano; something had to be done; there was no use talking, Stanley was being a traitor. He tried to play, but lie could not. for the only thing he could think of was “The Girl I Left Behind Me,” and he explained that he had had no practice. Of course,” continued Stanley; “you see, he wouldn’t go to see the girls, and so he hasn’t sat at a piano since he left. He was resolved to lynch Baker while he had a chance, and cure him once for all. Baker, looking wild, made another at- tempt. I thought he liked those Westerners,” said Miss Douglass. I've heard they were charming.” So did I,” added Miss Carter, looking at him where he sat, still at the piano, and perspiring freely. Oh, they’re horrible.” Baker said, rallying. Yes.” continued Jack, beginning to enjoy the affair, they’re not a bit charming—they aren't even pretty; and they arc all alike, too.” “Why!” exclaimed Miss Carter suddenly, “Harold, where’s your ring?” Baker’s hair began to stick out. Oh.” lie said uneasily, I—I—knocked the stone out of it.” “Yes,” explained Stanley, “and. would you be- lieve it, the mishap occurred on the street, and a girl picked it up and was gone before we could ex- plain.” Baker’s forehead glistened. “How unfortunate!” said Miss Douglass, begin- ning to recover from her embarrassment. A measly shame. assented Stanley. Dreadful!” said Miss Carter. Baker stared like a subject being hypnotized. Oh,” he said resolutely, “I don’t like them at all But, Alice, won’t you sing?” You will not care to hear me after Miss Doug- lass has sung,” she answered. We’ll toss a coin to see who sings first,” said Baker, for this was an opportunity not to be lost. The Fates decreed that Miss Carter must be first to entertain. When Miss Douglass' turn came, Stanley’s thoughts went back to a night on the water, when he had heard the song she was singing to the ac- companiment of his guitar, and he thought: That will of her's has not deserted her.” What did I tell you?” said Miss Carter to Baker. Why, she can’t sing half so well as you can,” said Baker. forgetting himself in his ardor. Stanley laughed softly up his sleeve, and remarked to Miss Douglass that Baker seemed very much ab- sorbed to-night, since he had not seen Miss Carter for so long. Yes, she replied, and you should have heard her glowing description of him when I came. One would have thought he had improved remarkably lately.” v )h, he has,” assented Stanley, “even in the past few days.” Baker caught the words, and. wiping his brow, attempted to draw Miss Carter aside to the piano again. Will you excuse me a moment,” said the latter just then, to get some pictures?” and she was gene. Baker saw an opportunity for a final recon- ciliation before Stanley could entirely ruin him, and, without a word, left, a moment later, in pursuit. Stanley began to feel uncomfortable—this was not the way Baker was to act—but he made an at- tempt to keep his head out of water. He looked up to speak, but there stood Miss Douglass bend- ing over a vase of flowers, in the identical position in which he had seen her three years ago, when lie had stolen a final look at her through the window before his voluntary exile. He watched her for several moments, and wondered what her thoughts were. Suddenly Miss Douglass looked up, and as a blush mantled her features that made her trebly beautiful, she silently extended a red rose toward Stanley. “Ethel!” he exclaimed, seizing her hand—but at just that moment Baker and Alice entered, wreathed in smiles, and as Harold instantly com- prehended the situation, he exclaimed ;— Well, well. well. Stanley, what of that oath of bachelorhood?” Methinks I hear a voice cry, 'Can’t a fellow change his mind?’’’ chanted Stanley, whose moroseness had fallen from him like a garment. “Twice, if he wants to.” said the irrepressible Baker, whose horizon at the present moment—alas for Western beauty—reached no farther than the venerable state house in his native city, and whose lode-star was to be found in the dark eyes of a dark- haired maiden.

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i6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR ()nly a very few of our exchanges have appeared yet, owing to the fact, probably, that many schools, like our own. do not publish a September number of their paper. We hope to receive, before next month, many of last year's friends. The Student's Review, from Northampton, Mass., was one of the first to arrive. Its longest article, The Adventures of a Freshman, is a very bright, interesting little story. Merely a Sketch, in the High School Student, from Bridgeport. Conn., describes well the effect of music. Hezzy” also is very good. We agree with the Meriden Pennant on its defini- tion of “what constitutes a properly-conducted Ex- change Column. It would be well for all Ex- change editors to bear in mind some of its criti- cisms on this subject. Comparison,” in the June Bouncer, begins very well indeed, but the ending resembles those of the fairy tales which we used to read some years ago. It is very seldom, except in those stories, that you find a rich old man looking for some otic to whom he may will even part of his vast fortune. Are you a self-made man?” asked little Bobbie of the visitor. I am. my boy,” replied the visitor, much pleased. An' ain't you sorry you didn't let sumbuddv else help you?” persisted Bobbie. Pupil— Will you tell me what the prefix 'trans' means? Latin Teacher— It means 'across.' 'Trans- continental,’ for example, means ‘across the conti- nent ” Pupil— Ah! I see. Then the word 'trans- parent' means ‘a cross parent.’ ” Dictionary words as defined by certain small people:— Dust—Mud with the juice squeezed out. Ice—Water that stayed out in the cold and went to sleep. Wakefulness—Eyes all the time coining unbut- toned. A little girl's father had a round bald spot on the top of his head. Kissing him at bedtime not long ago. she said:— Stoop down, popsy. dear, I want to kiss the place where the lining shows.” Mother— Johnny, what awful language!” Johnny— Well, mother, Shakespeare uses it.” Mother— Then don't play with him any more. He’s no fit companion for you.” POSITION. I. They sat in the hammock, Quiet and still, They looked at her daddy, Amy and Bill. II. But daddy went in soon (Some daddies will), Then they looked at the moon, Amy and Bill. Little Flossie— Ma. if I ever get married, will I get a husband like pa?” Mother—“Yes, dear. Little Flossie— And if I don’t get married, will I be an old maid like Aunt Kate?” Mother—“Yes, Flossie.” Little Flossie (reflectively)— It’s a tough world for us women, ain’t it. ma?” They had struggled with the irresistible ocean for fifty-seven minutes. As each wave swept over them, each thought it would be the last. Hold on tight. panted the Chicago man. Oil, do not. I pray, say that. but. rather, ‘Hold on tightly.’ ” gasped the Boston maid, as she sank. Doctor— What ails you, my man?” Patient— I really can’t tell, except that I have such a buzzing sound in my cars. Do you wish to see my tongue?” Doctor—“Never mind. Bring your wife around some day and I’ll look at hers.”