Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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 vs S3H STACK OT TA THE SOMERVILLE RADIATOR Latin, physics, or geometry in the high school, when most of us do not expect to make any great use of such subjects after graduating? Because we all want to remember well, to observe accurately, and to reason clearly; and the subjects studied in the high school arc those that have been found best fitted for developing strong and able minds. Re- member that we are all here that we may become good and able men and women. Therefore walk straight, be straight; remember that a straight line is the shortest distance between two points. » r jfootball The football season is now drawing to a close. At the outset the team was greatly weakened by the graduation of five of its regular players in June, and by the loss of Coach Cuddy, who for several years had generally succeeded in developing a champion- ship team. Nevertheless Coach Hafford, though working with unusually light material, has devel- oped a team that has already lost but three out of thirteen games. Of the championship games, we have won that with Dorchester by a score of 12 to 4. The recent well-played and hard-fought game with Malden High resulted in a victory for Somer- ville, by a score of 6 to 5. Let every loyal student of the Somerville High School attend the R. M. T. S. game on the Broad- way Field on Thanksgiving Day, and lend his pres- ence and his voice to cheer our team on to victory, r ► r r iRew Ccacl.KTs The school year opens with four new teachers in the English High. Miss Hadley, who is teaching English, history, and Latin, is a graduate of Boston University, and comes to us from the Milton High School. Miss Howe, also a graduate of Boston University, comes to us from New Britain, Conn. Miss Anderson has been teaching in the Revere High School, where she has had charge of the com- mercial department. Albert I. Montague, A. B., Amherst, ’9G, has been sub-master of the Natick High School for the past two years. Fie had pre- viously taught in Lawrencevillc, N. J., and in the Alleghany Preparatory School of Pennsylvania. In the Latin High, Miss Hall takes the place of Miss Pratt as head of the department of English. To all of these teachers the Radiator extends a most hearty and cordial welcome. On an Hutumn 2Da ? When I look off from some high hill, I see The mountains dim and indistinct; the sun His glory llings around, and has begun To turn the leaves to red o’er all the lea. And over there the flaming maple tree Stands where the -silky cobwebs have been spun Amongst the crimson vines, which all have run O’er stony walls in manner gay and free. And nearer still the farmers’ houses stand, Surrounded by brown meadows, where the thin And scrawny hedge half screens the busy hive. These pleasures all I have so near at hand. I look around once more and take them in, And think how glad I am to be alive. APR 1 2 1972

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4 THE SOMERVILLE RADIATOR The Radiator Staff regrets that, owing tocauses for which it is in no way responsible, it has been unable to publish the October number. We pro- pose to make every effort this year to increase the receipts and to diminish the running expenses, so far as can be done without interfering with the lit- erary value of the paper. If our readers miss some of the artistic accessories of former days, they must bear in mind that calico and homespun for which the wearer has paid is a better dress than silk and broadcloth for which the wearer must inn into debt. it it it it Salutatory In the June number our predecessors gracefully spoke of, “resigning the management of the Radiator to other and worthier Jjands.” .. We.ap- preciate the kindness of this intrrfdijfctp N, re- make our editorial bow with much embarrassment; for more and more we begm to -rc life c Ute magni- tude of the task that has been-thrust itp'On n g and our own lack of preparation for the work. This much, however, we may modestly say: It will be our earnest and untiring endeavor to maintain the high standard that has been handed down to us from previous years. We wish to urge at the out- set that our efforts in this direction are doomed to failure if we are not loyally supported by our fellow- students. All can subscribe to the Radiator, and thus insure its financial success, and very many can write for it, and thus insure that wealth of material that alone will allow of proper selection. Without much material there can be no selection, and with- out careful selection we cannot have a superior paper. K It It K Oreetinos To the members of the class of 1911 we extend a most hearty welcome. You arc now entering upon a new era in your life,—one which is full of grand opportunities for both pleasure and profitable upbuilding, and at the same time one in which your path is liable to be beset with snares. In the high school you find an individual freedom to which you .were a stranger in the grammar school. Do not -■jnis'take that freedom for leisure. Here you begin to substitute the restraints of society and morality ; dor the arbitrary restraints of the teacher. Until You have learned to make this substitution you arc not fit to be turned loose upon the world. Do you want to have a good time? Then do your whole duty in your studies, on the athletic field, and in the social life and general interests of the school. You will tiien have many pleasant things to remember; if you spend all your time trying to have a good time, you will remember many things with regret. Why should we spend all our time in studying

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6 THE SOMERVILLE RADIATOR IRobert Southern's Wrong -is j IDavtba H. Brpan, 2 ., TO N a room luxuriously furnished with soft Persian rugs, comfortable-look- ing leather armchairs, a library table «itrI in the centre of the room, and oak shelves on each side, with an astonish- ingly fine selection of books on them, stands a man with his back to the open fireplace in which is burning a cheerful fire. He is about fifty years of age, tall, and of kingly bearing; he has steel blue eyes, an aquiline nose, and a firm mouth. As he stands there, one can tell at a glance that he is nervously awaiting the approach of some one whose welcome will be rather brusque. Finally the door opens, and there enters a lad of eighteen, who bears a decided resemblance to his father, except that he possesses his gentle little mother’s soft brown eyes, and although he has his mother’s kind and loving nature, lie also has his father’s hot, hasty temper. The cause of the father’s anger is that Robert •Southern, the son. who has always been the leader in fun and mischief, has been unjustly accused of the serious offence of cheating at the final college examinations, papers having been found which bore a strong resemblance to his handwriting, and the initials “R. S.” in the upper corner, together with his high per cent., seemed sufficient proof of his guilt, and having no suitable evidence to prove his innocence, he has been declared guilty by the fac- ulty. his friends, and his father. When Robert arrived home feeling exceed- ingly downcast, his mother had said: “Don’t mind. Bertie, mother will never believe it of you, though the whole world declares you guilty, and father, too, will stand by you.” But what a disappointment it was to them both when Mr. Southern, having been acquainted with the news, called his son to him in anger and disgust. He told Robert in great rage that he had put up with his fun and mischief, but he would never put up with a sneak, a cheat, a dis- honorable coward, and a liar. It was then that Robert Southern, Jr.’s, manly nature asserted itself, and he in deep rage told his father that he would not be accused in that manner, and he again and again denied the accusations, each time the senior’s rage becoming more and more intense, until, with his face red with passion, he bade his son leave his home and never darken his door again. Days have passed into weeks, weeks into months, and months have rolled on into years since that stormy scene fifteen years ago. Robert Southern left his Eastern home, and unknown to his people worked his way to the West, the land of promise. In the meantime the father has died repentant of his rash act, having lived long enough to sec the inno- cence of his son proved, and the gentle little mother is left with no one but the child Alice, who was only three years old at the time of her brother’s abrupt departure, but who is now a girl of eighteen. The mother is little changed, save that she has a quieter and more melancholy expression than formerly. Alice, who has been away to boarding school, has just returned the previous night, much to her mother’s delight, and as she stood the following morning before the wide hearth in the dining-room, she thought how glad she was to be at home again. Her last glimpse of the world the night before had been of trees lashed by a cold rain, of arc lamps with globes of fog, and of wet asphalt pavements reflecting the lights of Wellington avenue. But now everywhere there was snow heaped in exquisite drifts about the trees and clinging in soft masses to the rough bark of their trunks. The iron fence about the great yard was half buried in it, and the houses along the avenue seemed strange and far away in the white transfiguration, and the roofs had lost their familiar outlines against the low, gray sky that hung over them. “What a beautiful scene, and oh, how glad I am to be home again!” exclaimed Alice, as she turned from the window to her breakfast. After hurriedly eating, she joined her mother in the library, where she was reading the morning news, and Alice, tak- ing a book from its place on the shelf, curled herself comfortably on a divan near the fireplace. Far away she heard the tinkle of sleighbells, and on the avenue she saw men trudging along with shovels on their shoulders, happy in the temporary prosperity this chance for work had brought them. With a slight shrug of her shoulders, she turned her mind from the snowy scene to her book, and here she sat till luncheon. When she had had her lunch, she again returned to the library and her book. She stayed there about two hours, then suddenly startled her mother by flinging the volume to the floor in disgust and running from the room and up the stairs. She came down presently dressed for the street, with her red tam-o’-shanter on top of her (Continued on page 2:5.