Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR the one-sided aspect of the contest, and after the first race the intense excitement subsided. Yet these races proved some things that made the American heart swell with pride. We had a man. totally blind, who could design a boat so marvelously that in all kinds of weather it literally ran away from the best constructed boat in the United Kingdom. We also had a chance to see a man badly beaten take his defeat in the most graceful manner—an ob- ject lesson for all. We have believed that the pupils of our school would appreciate a picture of Herrcshoff's won- derful racing machine, which the Photo Era people have courteously made possible for us to do. r r ADVERTJSER vs. READER. OME of our advertisers have complained in the past of the fact that the pupils of the High Schools do not patronize them, when they could do so easily. It is the duty of the Radiator supporters to grasp this opportunity and return the kindness to the business men who, by their loyal financial sup- port. enable the paper to be what it is. No matter how good the material we have to publish, if we haven’t the money to work with, we arc helpless— and bear in mind that two-thirds of the money which supports the paper comes from these busi- ness men. who use the Radiator as an advertising medium. THE NEW TEACHER . IIE Latin School records the advent of two new teachers, Miss Mabel Gair Curtis and Miss Edith M. Walker. The English School has added but one to its large corps of instructors, Miss Nina Adclc Cum - mings. The Radiator bids them welcome and wishes them all success. . . r MRS. MAE D. FRAZAW. E have the pleasure of presenting to the Radiator readers this month a very intcrest- ing paper on Holland, entitled Dikes, Ditches and Dutchmen.” Mrs. Frazar is well qualified to write an arti- cle on this queer country, and the magazine is ex- tremely fortunate in securing an article from her pen. THE ENTERING CLA5S. 1'HE English School this year records an entering class of two hundred and thirty-one, while the Latin School has one hundred and twenty-two. Both schools arc overcrowded, and it is with difficulty that the programmes are arranged. We need new schoolhouses! v, r. I» » THE cup. a reproduction of which we present to A the Radiator readers as a frontispiece, was the reward the baseball team received for capturing the interscholastic pennant. THE GREAT STONE FACE. By Eleanor Cummings, L., f04. HE sun was setting soft and low p Behind the western sky, And with a troubled breast I sought The peace I could not buy. I wandered in the meadows fair. And through the woodlands dim, And read strange tales of years far gone On rocks by age made grim. So here, so there, I sought in vain A face untouched by tears; A face so full of God’s great love, ’Twould calm my doubts and fears. But look! far towards the western sun, Where night’s soft shadows fall, I gazed upon a face so grand, It seemed to silence all. ’Twas cut in stone with features stern, And yet so calm, so kind, It touched one heart most sadly wrought, And soothed one weary mind. And now. when life’s sad billows roll, And clasp me in their hold, There comes a mem’ry ever fresh: That Great Stone Face of old.

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6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR the Radiator turns the mark and heels over on her first tack of another year’s work, those at the tiller feel with a mingled sense of trepiditv and responsibility that no small task is before them. The efficiency and originality of last year’s staff forces this conclusion upon them with great poig- nancy. Our congratulations are heartily given to the re- tiring staff. The June Radiator was an unparall- eled success. Was the standard raised too high for us to uphold? Not if we receive the co-operation of the student body and faculty. They are the pri- mary factors, and we earnestly solicit their aid. Remember that the Radiator is the organ of two large schools, which have turned out men and women prominent in intellectual, literary, and ath- letic affairs, and we may hazard the opinion that there arc still a few in embryo remaining. It is our earnest endeavor to publish a magazine of a high moral, literary, and artistic quality, worthy of the two large institutions it represents. In carrying out this resolution, we should have the earnest, loyal support of every fellow and girl from the class of 1904 to the class of 1907—for it is for them we work. k »» r THE NEW FOUNTAIN. 'I' II ROUGH the kindness of one of Somerville’s aesthetic citizens. Central Hill has at last taken a step back to the primeval state from which it has been so long estranged. There where the virgin forest swayed to the gentle and unsullied summer airs, where later a grim redoubt, with a new-born banner floating above it, repelled the invader, where finally Nature fled shrieking from an arc light on a pole—fled, in spite of the attempt at conciliation when the tulips they had planted in geometrical design stood out against the long green of the lawns.—in this spot there has now been reared a mass of Roxburv pudding stone, heaped in artistic, though rustic profusion, from the crevices of which countless jets of water burst forth into the sunlight. But a word from another point of view. We see a queer smile light the face of the Sophomore, as he wanders down to the fountain with the rest of us at recess to hark to the voice of Nature in the splashing waters. For a moment we are non- plussed. Then we realize he is a Sophomore, and a Sophomore’s idea of Nature is perverted. Some- how he sees an element of beauty lost to many of us in the presence of a—no. we won’t say it. for we may have mistaken that smile—still, we wonder— but we wouldn’t advise it. ¥• ¥■ ATHLETICS. J T is the intention of the staff to amplify the ath- letic department of the paper. Though we do not mean to criticise past staffs in their hand- ling of this department, we will say that, from ob- servation. we feel sure this department is one of the most prominent in the eyes of the Radiator readers, and it is to them we cater. It is the season of football—all other sports are relegated to the rear. Somerville, as usual, is at it with a will. Her hopes for honors in the game arc brighter than ever this year, but bear in mind, every one. that though Somerville has the finest inter- scholastic crowd of scrappers on the gridiron, they are practically useless without support. Time and time again have you seen the effect of a great ringing cheer. It is like a tonic to those staggering, dizzy, and breathless fellows, and it puts new fire and dash into the next onslaught, possibly for a touchdown. Every one takes pride in the athletic prowess of the schools, and this pride—for let us turn that little proverb, Pride gocth before destruction,” to our own use—stimulated and increased by a large at- tendance at the games, will stay the hand of de- struction for decades. K K K THE YACHT RACES. J7YERYONE, whether at the seashore, the moun- tains. or in the city, watched with patriotic in- terest the international yacht races off Sandy Hook last August. The English craftsman and seaman was matched against the American. We were all disappointed at

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8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR DIKES, DITCHES AND DUTCHMEN. By Mae D. Frazar. T WAS early on a summer morning that the ship entered the river Maas and took on board the pilot for the last of the voyage to Rotterdam. As the river began to broaden, the sun came up in a blaze of splendor, and the masses of clouds that had been a soft, rose- colored pink turned to brilliant orange and gold, and then to light, fleecy white, as they were ab- sorbed by the sun’s glowing rays. vidual labor of the Hollander, and recall the humor- ous story of the enemy once in attack upon the country, when the Hollander, having no more am- munition, loaded the big guns with round, red. cheeses; and when the enemy received the first volley, he retired from the scene, for he said that if the Dutch had begun to throw cheese, there was no limit to the time he could hold his own; heaps of neat, white boxes of every size and shape tell the story of busy life in our own United States, and the IN THE HARBOR OF MARKEN. HOLLAND. Like an enchanted city. Rotterdam lay in the pink and golden distance, amid a forest of masts on ships belonging in every quarter of the world, with picturesque buildings and graceful bridges touched into lines of vivid color, and with long lines of trees along the shore and in clustering groups, marking the cool, fresh parks, which drew the fancy ami held a rare spell after ten days on the broad ocean. It is not often that commerce, pure and simple, has elements of poetry, for it usually suggests the solid comfort of prosaic homes. Hut in Holland there is poetic suggestion amid the homeliest scenes, and this is one of the charms that makes the country so attractive to strangers and so dear to its own people. Along the quais and the banks of the canals strange cargoes are being discharged: one gets a faint, sweet odor of dyewoods and spices that bring up pictures of hot. tropical lands; bales of cotton lead the fancy to picturesque groups who have sent the fruit of their industry to the great wide world; piles upon piles of cheese tell of the patient indi- thought that we are necessary to the Old World, in our keen energy and ambition, gives us a glow of honest pride. While it is a sad fact that nearly all great cities are alike, there are. happily, a few unique excep tions here and there. Rome can never be other than the city of pagan splendor and Christian triumph ; Venice is for all time the Queen of the Adriatic, even if she is. perhaps, in these modern days, dethroned; and Rotterdam and Amsterdam enjoy a distinct and picturesque charm of commer- cial activity and sturdy independence of life. On this clear, cool morning the canals were full of boats and the streets with a busy people. At nearly every little bridge one had to wait while a boat was slowly poled by and the bridge lowered; milk carts drawn by dogs and assisted by women were met at every turn, shops were being opened for the day, and the streets cars were full of pas- sengers going to business. The market for fruit and flowers was beyond words delightful, with its masses of fragrant bios-