Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR of his heart to hear me declaiming tlnis-wise? Sounds good, doesn’t it ? “ ‘1 lie thee hither. That 1 may pour my spirits in thine ear.’ 1 don’t think the school hoard ought to allow the scholars to learn passages about ‘pouring spirits’ in a no-license town like this, but then. 1 suppose it is all right, since she is going to pour them into his car. That must be one of the times when circumstances alter cases. Oh. girls! Oh, girls! Here is another word for your vocabulary. Listen to what the im- mortal says:— ‘Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown’d withal.’ Metaphysical! That’s a good word—suggests something spooky at the first glance. We'll see what X'oah says about it. Ah! here it is—per- taining to metaphysics. Now, who ever would have thought it? Hut it says below that in the time of Shakespeare it meant supernatural, al- though that meaning is now obsolete. Well. 1 can’t bother any more with Lady Macbeth. She seems t«► have done all her raving before the mur- der—just like a woman. What are you doing? Latin! That reminds me! I knew absolutely nothing about the advance in Latin to-dav. and Miss Sherwood certainly did give me a scare. She asked if any of us were un- prepared. and I didn’t raise my hand, for I was taking a chance on being called on for review translation. 'Phe suspense nearly finished me. At last she called me, but just as 1 got ready for the fatal plunge, and the cold chills began to play tag around my backbone, she told me that I needn't translate, as I had done an extra long pas- sage a couple of days before. Glad? Well, rather! That’s what reputation does for you! I think this has been a lucky day for me all around. 1 got by in Latin, and excused from the examinations in ‘math.’ and had my division changed so that I could be with you. Xow. if you will bring forth the wherewithal I'll try my luck at penuchi. I’ll warn you. though, before it is too late. My last two attempts had to be eaten with a spoon, but if you'll risk it. 1 will. I want to try a new way—warranted to make it nice and creamy —money back if you’re not satisfied. Is that the clock striking? hive o’clock? It can’t be! Well, we’ll have the penuchi party some other day. And just think of the German waiting to be done! I have a study period for that, though, to-morrow. But 1 never can study on Friday, for Dick and Harry sit on each side of me. and talk steady all through the period without any let-up. Dick is a comical fellow, but he will simply have to keep quiet todnorrow. or there will be war in camp. My cousins are coming out to-night to play bridge, so I am positive I won’t get another minute to study except at school. I do wish you could come over this evening. If you do. we will teach you how to play bridge and make you a fiend like the rest of us. “Here comes your postman! Lucky girl! I am expecting a letter this afternoon myself. Well. I nn'st hustle home or I won't get any din- ner. Thanks awfully for helping me with that soliloquy. I’ll call for you in the morning early. Do try to be ready by S o’clock. Auf Wieder- sehen! (Ilovcrncol; utbeirn. mutt, E., tt In this calm and peaceful twilight, while the skies are bright and clear. And the autumn’s crimson sandal treads upon the leafy year. While a hallowed stillness lingers in the glory of the day. As it gathers up its beauty, leaves the stars, and glides away; Now my thoughts have wandered backward to a cot embowered in green. Where the checkered autumn twilight streaks the trailing vines between, Where the cluster roses shower all their pink and snowy leaves. Clovernook. what changed thy glory?—solemn sadness everywhere: ( nce your halls were filled with laughter, now they’re mouldy, bleak, and bare; ()nce your hearth at twilight’s stillness showed a happy, joyous band. Now it shows but empty darkness, wrought bv Time’s unfailing hand.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 7 Mben (Pirls Stuiw c 3Bv? lOarouerite Stevens, X., TO vO HERE, that s done! Grace Havward folded her theme and affixed her sig- nature with a grand flourish. “For four score days and ten. site para- phrased, that detestable comp lias been on my mind. Probably lie won't take it now. anyway, because it is so long overdue. l’»ut I’ll have the satisfaction of know- ing 1 wrote it. after all. And what a subject to write on—‘The Growth of My Vocabulary.' I hope he will find it comprehensive enough, for I started with the first 'Alt goo’ I ever uttered, and filled in with everything I could think of up to the last word I learned. And what was that? inquired her chum, who had come to spend the afternoon studying with her. Well. 1 suppose I might as well tell you. for I am really proud of the fact that 1 know it. 1 lie latest addition to my vocabulary is ennui, which is French, and means dullness, or something of the kind. I've known that word for a long time, but never dared risk it in my conversation, for the pronunciation had me floored. Even yet I feel rather nervous for fear I won’t say it right—but listen to this. You see. 1 thought I'd get in a little practice, and at the same time air a little of my superior knowledge, so I said to Marie: T am simply dying of on-wee. ’ She laughed, and said: ‘Who is it?’ W hen I told her what ‘on-wee’ meant, she told me that I was thinking of ‘cn-nu- wec.’ Xow. what do you know? I’m going to learn some more of those as soon as I can say that one without feeling foolish. Put what is there to do this afternoon? Give me a rest, and you say something brilliant for a change.” Of course there is Latin and German, but we must do the English first, because it comes first period to-morrow.” All right. W’liat is the lesson? Oh. I know— to finish the second act of ‘Macbeth.’ That sure is a tragedy. I don't blame Duncan and Panquo for haunting him. I'd haunt him myself if 1 could. asn’t there something to memorize? Marian turned to her notebook. Yes, there was,” she answered. We were to learn that soliloquy of Macbeth’s sweet and lovely wife at the beginning of the fifth scene in the first act. She must have been an angelic creature it have in the family. Talk about an exaggerated ego! I low about Lady Macbeth? I 've learned some of that—listen and see if 1 can get through it:— ”‘Glamis thou art. and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promised; yet do 1 fear thy nature'; ‘“Yet do I fear!' What comes next? Oh, I remember:— It is too full of the milk o’ human kindness.’ Isn't that right? What’s the matter with it? Laughing, Grace told her that she had put the of in the place of the o, and likewise the o where the of belonged. Oh. 'deed, what difference does that make? The professor will think I've had a change of heart if I get it all correct. 1 don’t see why there is an ‘o’ and an ‘of’ in the same sentence, anyway. Shakespeare maybe knew what he meant, though, even ii we don’t. What comes next?” ” 'To catch the nearest way.' gaily quoted (iracc. Oh. I know all that. How does that start about ‘Thus thou must do’? There, that’s where I mean:— ‘Thou’d’st have, great Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it. ’ Honestly, that’s just the way the ‘prof' talks about my diploma—’Thus thou must do, if thou have it.' He should have a Shakespearean motto like that hung in every room. I sure wish they had told me a few things when I was a Freshman, young and foolish. If only some good friend had said: 'Thus thou must do!' I would never have let some of the things slide, and now. instead of being a ‘sassy’ Sophomore. I would be a sedate and rev- erend Senior. Can you imagine it? Two years more for me yet! ‘Hie thee hither. That I may pour my spirits in thine car.’ No. dear. I'm not talking to you, I'm reciting— with expression. Wouldn't it warm the cockles

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 9 Sapphire of Jebabat JG ? i£C Gar X. lkaula, a „ T2 BOUT five years after the Sepoy Re- bellion, I was stationed at Travan- corc in the extreme southern part of the Hindustan peninsula. A dear friend of mine, Jack Hartwell, a lieu- tenant of engineers, had but lately returned from the bill country, bringing with him a glorious sftpphire, which he presented to me. The stone was mysteriously engraved with Indian hieroglyphics, and in the centre was inlaid a small, but brilliant, diamond. My friend knew nothing of the history of the jewel, saying he had obtained it from a wayside beggar, who claimed to have picked it from the road, evidently little knowing its value. About a week after my friend had left I went for a stroll one evening, taking the stone with me. as 1 meant to stop at the home of a prominent jeweler of the town, who lived some distance in the country, and inquire the value of my precious gift. 1 took with me a heavy walking stick, as I had heard tales of dacoits in the neighborhood. The intense darkness of the tropics was fast closing in as 1 returned from the jeweler's home. My road lay through a grove of bamboo, and as a storm was brewing. 1 hastened forward. By the time 1 reached the grove I could hardly see a rod ahead of me, and, wishing to leave this dismal strip behind, I began to run at a smart pace. 1 had scarcely gone a stone’s throw, when I was tripped and thrown by some unseen object. I at- tempted to rise, but strong hands grasped me, and I was hastily bound, gagged, and blindfolded. My captors carried me a short way, and I was set £ elta fl st The Delta Psi is for the most part composed of Latin School pupils. The club, owing to previous successes, will endeavor to give several entertain- ments during the coming year. At an annual election the following officers were chosen: Presi- dent. Putney. '10: vice-president, Johnson, '11: secretary. Gunter. ’(»0; treasurer. Welch. 10. Application for admission should be made to Ar- thur Tellier, '10, assistant secretary and treasurer. down, the bandage removed, and I found myself lying by a camp fire. Instead of the thieves I had expected to see. I was surprised to find I had been seized by six fierce, tall hillmen. One especially gigantic fellow, with a close-clipped beard, ad- dressed me in fluent English. “Sahib, said he, drawing a murderous-looking knife from his cummerbund, “you have upon your person a marvelous jewel, and I will not harm a hair of your head if you will but surrender it to me. lie gave a command in some northern tongue which I could not understand, at which one of the hillmen knelt by me, and, searching my pockets, soon produced the stone. Xo sooner had he opened the case in which it lav and handed it to the leader, than all of the Hindus salaamed to the ground. The leader again spoke. Sahib. he said, “this stone was stolen six years ago, during the uprising, from the Temple of Jehabat. 1 have made a vow with these five of my countrymen to recover the jewel, and now my search is o'er. My bonds were loosened, and I was placed once more upon the road to search my way homeward. I had often heard of the holy jewels of the Hindus, and how devotees would spend a lifetime in recov- ering them, if by any chance they were lost or stolen. A few years later I visited Jehabat, and beheld my jewel blazing brightly in the girdle of a Hindu priest. My former captor saw me. and, coming forward, cordially greeted me. but I am sure that any movement on my part to recover the jewel would have been my last. IResolution Whereas, by the divine will of God. our class- mate. Hazel B. Backus, has been bereaved of her beloved brother; be it Resolved, that we, the members of the class of HHO of the Somerville Latin School, tender to her our heartfelt sympathy. Robert T. Davis, President. George I. Dawson, Secretary.