Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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82 THE SOMERVILLE RADIATOR QaGaCIOU p AOE 11E long, entwining whiskers which meet your gaze at the head of this monthly dirge have been the occa- MJ!£ sion of considerable comment and ar- ' ■ -1 gument. ()ne gentle reader, observ- ing the wonderful loop-thc-loop ef- fect caused by an artistic breeze, asks if we can reallv look like that and live. Look at the feline monstrosity in our head piece and contemplate that far-off gaze of wondering as- tonishment. He also has whiskers, but they are not nice and long like Mr. Sage’s. If that frail lit- tle margin gives way it will precipitate a catastro- phe. for pussy will scatter all these type. Pretty soon she will reach out with her paws and play with grandpa’s whiskers. Will the Sage pause to consider? No, he will be angry, and kitty will lose her nine lives. We arc well acquainted with the artist who com- mitted this design. He borrowed two dollars from us a year ago, and when we dun him for it he savs that he would rather owe it to us than cheat us out of it. No. he is not an interior decorator even though he decorates the interior of the Radiator. Tie is a good fellow and can draw more than his breath. The best thing we ever saw him draw was his salary. The other morning we found on our thirty-dol- lar roll-top desk what was labeled “a poem” with a note requesting us to please give it an airing in our column. It is with much trepidation that we dare publish this poem, for it runs along like a horse with the spring halt. Notice: We arc not respon- sible for its effect upon our readers. ---o---- j£le w on a Mosquito Whither from the jungle wide. Like the surging, beating tide. Heartless, friendless, and forlorn. Can vou tell whv von were born' He «lid fiddle on a housetop. You do gambol on the trectop, He locked down with fiendish glee, While you descendcth like a flea. Stop this wild, fantastic revel, For I’ll tell you, on the level, We’ll not stand your shafts of venom, As in history did old Menem. You must find some other frolic. You’re the precursor of the colic. And with you I’ll now confide. We will skin you for vour hide. When the moon’s effulgent rays Make the nights look like the days. Keep from the light that shines in the sky, For that’s the time that vou shall die. A-Mcn. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. the Dear Mr. Sage: Could you tell me what is capital of the Jewish nation? Money. My dear Sagacious Friend: I have been reading my Greek history and was much interested to know that Demosthenes became an orator bv going to the seashore and filling his mouth with pebbles and then trying to make himself heard above the roaring billows. Would you advise me to do the same, for I also aspire to be an orator? A. F. E. If you try it take out your false teeth first. If you have sound teeth now you will be interviewing a dentist soon after you have done the pebble trick. Don’t be an orator, 1 e an auctioneer. There is more money in it. REFLECTIONS OF THE SAGE. When the nights grow warm and hot. You seek out the nice cool spot Where we go to get respite, But you are right there with your bite. Have you any sense of shame. Or have any cause to blame? If so. toll it like a hero, And not stab back like Emperor Nero. Tn the procession of life, don’t be in the shoe- maker’s division—the last. It is easier to borrow trouble than a dollar. Fools are foolish because they can't fool the fool- ish. while the wise are otherwise. We condole with the unfortunate gentleman who took paris green to kill the potato bug which he had swallowed.

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THE SOMERVILLE RADIATOR 8i Hrounfc tbc Campfire [Continued from page 7-».] agination. But now that they had all heard them at the same time, they were afraid to remain in the house. Mrs. Clarkson was especially averse to re- maining in the house, even for that night. So they agreed to dress themselves and hitch no the horse and drive over to the Wilkins' home- stead. and there seek shelter. They did this, and Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins gladly put them up for the night. “The next day when they drove back to collect such furniture and live-stock as they possessed, thev were thunder-struck to find that during the night the whole place had burned to the ground with the exception of the wing which contained James’s room. When his talc, which Fatty had composed under the spur of the necessity of proving his story-tell- ing powers, was finished he looked around to see what was keeping his two companions so quiet. They were fast asleep! Well, if that isn’t a pretty way to treat a fel- low? he muttered as he slipped off his shoes and rolled himself up in a blanket. But in a minute he was sleeping as soundly as they. H Ibelping Ibant» By? jflDarion HE shores of the lake were crowded with people. Laughing groups were standing about discussing the coming race. At intervals a boat, filled with young people, would push out from the shore for a sail around the lake. A young girl hastened up to one of the merry parties and called out, Oh. Tom! you don’t sup- pose anything will happen to Dot, do you? She has gone out for a sail. There she goes now.’’ The two watched the girl in the little boat until she was concealed by a bend in the lake before Tom answered: “Oh, I guess she’ll be all right. She is used to a boat, isn’t she, Madge?” “Yes,” answered Madge rather absently, and she soon for- got her anxiety for Dot in her contemplation of a young man stretched out on a bench some yards distant. He was tall and lank, and was dressed in a light summer suit, tennis shoes, and a straw hat, which at that moment was drawn down over his eyes. Who is that fellow over there?” said Madge in- dicating him by a nod of her head. “Oh. that’s Jim Fairbanks,” answered Tom. I wonder what he’s doing around here. He doesn't know much. His father told him he would disin- herit him if he didn’t go to Harvard and behave like a gentleman, and what did he do but go off to some school of mines out V est somewhere. He’s no more fitted for mining than nothing at all. Look at those hands, will you? lie’ll have to wear gloves when he gets to mining if he wants to keep them like that,” he finished with a laugh. Madge glanced at the young man’s hands. Truly they were very delicately made and at pres- ent were very white. “Hello, old man, don’t you want to keep score?” called one of the crew that was to race, to Jim. “Aw. I can’t.” answered Jim, “it's too hot.” “Won’t he make a nice fellow in a mine?” whis- pered Tom to Madge. “I guess they’ll have to regulate the temperature before they get him into one. Don’t you think we had better go up on the grand-stand? Almost everybody seems to be go- tfav?, X., ’OS ing that way. Where’s Dot? I thought you said she was coming right back.” “Why so I thought,” said Madge, “but T guess she’ll find us all right when she does come.” This was the last race of the season, and it was to decide the championship. The Lawrcnccvillc and Cranlcy crews had, raced several times before, and the score was practically the same. The crews were evenly matched, and each seemed to hope confidently for victory. All were in their places, and at a word from tile starter they began rowing swiftly across the lake. The course lay straight in front of them—a good mile to the opposite shore. The one who arrived at the starting point first was the winner of the day. The opposite shore was reached with no mishap with Lawrenccville a little ahead. The boats turned and started back over the same course. Cranlev was gaining inch by inch until it was al- most abreast of the Lawrenccville crew. Cries of “Cranlev! Cranlev!” “Lawrenccville! Lawrcnce- ville!” filled the air while the crews pulled steadily on. Oh. Tom, look! oh, look!” screamed Madge. The crews were three-fourths of the distance across the lake with Cranlev a little in advance. Suddenly around the bend a small sail-boat with only a young girl in it had sailed directly across the race course. It was Dot. The crews were but a few feet away and with their backs turned to the girl were rowing for dear life toward her. The ter- rified girl grasped the oars, and tried to row out of the way, but too late, and in another minute the Cranlcy boat pushed bv to victory, but the little sail-boat lay bottom side up floating in the water. “Save her. Tom,” shouted Madge, frantically, to the youth who stood beside her. inert and appar- ent I v helpless. But fortunately help was at hand. Jim Fair- banks from his lazy posture on the bench perceived the danger, and jumping into a boat lie rowed swiftly toward the frightened girl. The water was not deep, but here the bed of the lake was a mass [Continued on page $8.]

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THE SOMERVILLE RADIATOR S3 The Dean Megaphone is good as far as it goes, but stories and cuts would make a great addi- tion. Christmas sentiment was well expressed on the covers of our exchanges, both in color and design. In direct contrast to this are the High School Oracle. Burlingame. Kansas, and the Academian, Evanston. 111., neither of which has much literary merit. Surely, the West can do better. For such a young paper the P. H. S. Argosy is doing extremely well. Keep it up, Argosy. Try to increase your exchanges if possible. As usual the Salem Advance proves to be one of our best standbys. It is a good, all-round paper with an exceptionally good exchange column. He talks like a book. liis admirers all say. What a pity he doesn't Shut up the same way. —Ex. Among others we received the Maine Oracle from Bangor. Oracle, why do you scatter your •exchanges throughout the paper instead of collect- ing them altogether in one column? Chacun Works sed Vater. Quisque laborat mais pater; Scdet ganzson diem. Pedes ante ignem. Fumant scire pipe dc terre. Mater prend in washing, Audi does soror Sue; Tout le monde but pater, Arbcitct hard chez-nous. —Ex. The most- satisfactory December issue which has come to our notice is the Spectator. Johnstown, Pa. It is compact: its paper, type, and spacing are good, and it has the virtue of being readable. We are always glad to hear from our neighbors. Among these is the Winchester Recorder, a very interesting magazine. The High School Bulletin is excellent except for the fact that it is greatly marred by putting its advertisements in with its editorials The Crimson and White from Gloucester is one of our best exchanges this year, and although its literary section is not over burdened it is bright and shows excellent school spirit. Maine Campus, where is your exchange column in the December 18 number? We miss that im- portant section. Although it has not many stories the H. S. Beacon is to be complimented in its cuts, both in quality as well as quantity. Sing a song of football. Pockets full of salve; Four and twenty legs all Punctured at the calf. Captain in the hospital. Fullback in the soup; Xwentv-seven faces Broken in the group, Sophomores and Freshmen Punched around the ring; When the war was over The boys began to sing! —Ex. TTau IDclta TTbcta The Tau Delta Theta Club, although not known to the world at large, has been holding regular meetings for some time. On New Year's eve it held a gentlemen’s night. The first part of the evening was passed in games and music. Among other things the poetical genius of those assembled was displayed. After refreshments all ensconced themselves before the fireplace and watched the old vear out. The company dispersed in the “wee sma’ hours.” TIbc 1R. X. C. The third meeting of the N. L. C. was held at the home of Miss Edith Babcock, 23 Chandler street. Thursday evening, December 12. During the evening a very interesting game was enjoyed bv all and refreshments served. The evening was given up mostly to the initiation of a new member, Miss Grace Bradford, who went through the many serious ordeals very bravely and is now a full- fledged member. After a very pleasant evening enjoyed by all, the club adjourned about 10.30;