Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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SOvfERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 7 H Cbcmtcal IDiecovcrv Cecil ID. SSarlow, IE.. HO EVMAX locked up the laboratory with a growl of discontent. “Seems as if it was always time to change periods when something worth do- ing turns up. he said. He crossed the card to the building where his next recitation was to be held, and as he did so he met young Harris. Harris was a youngster with a strong aversion to legitimate work, but it was said that he would cheerfully work twice as long on some device to conceal dates or formulae in his sleeve as it would have taken him to learn the dales or formulae: this, however, has nothing to do with the story, but is merely a sidelight on Harris’ character. ‘1 saw Weyman. said Harris, let's take the key to the ‘lab a moment, will you? I left my civics notebook in there. Wevman was particularly friendly with the pro- fessor of chemistry, and was consequently allowed to keep a key to the laboratorv. that he might enter at times when it was not in use. eyman thought nothing of the request, and handed the key to the eager Harris, with the injunction to re- turn it before the next recitation. That night Wevman dreamed of the pale ame- thvst liquid of unknown composition that he had left in the laboratory, and next morning he could hardlv wait until the first two recitations passed that he might show his discovery to the professor. Mr. Gray. he said to that gentleman a few hours later. I think I have a new salt of cereum that I should like to show you. Professor Gray, who was particularly interested in cereum, looked up from his work. and. seeing who the speaker was. arose and accompanied Wevman to the latter's locker. The class noted with interest the two hurrying down the room, as the professor seldom commenced his tour of in- spection so early in the period. Ah. Weyman! jibed one of the boys under his breath. Who got caught keeping candy in his locker? Now, will you do it again? Wevman paid no attention to the railleries of the class, but proceeded at once to open his locker, lie reached in for his test tube rack with the air of a conjurer about to perform a difficult feat, lie selected from the array of shiny tubes one that was smaller than the rest and tightly stoppered. He held it to the light: it was abso- lutely empty. Please, sir. stammered Wevman. I left the solution in there last night. I’m. said the professor, where is it now? And then, as a suspicion crossed his mind. You are not joking, are you. Wevman? Oh. no. sir! protested Weyman. Perhaps it might have—er—vaporized. hopefully ad- vanced Wevman. vainly casting round in his mind for an explanation. Yes. yes, quite so. it might, said Mr. Gray. Rut. sir. ventured young Hyde, who always failed in chemist rv. from the next bench, wouldn’t all that solution vaporizing blow off the stopper? “Yes, so it would, so it would: very good, Hyde, very good. and Hyde, being a wise youth, promptly subsided before he should say some- thing ludicrous. Well. said Mr. Gray. I can't spend any more time on this affair. You will have to find the solution yourself. I he class believed it was a joke on Weyman’s part, and treated.it as such. ou're a hero. Weyman! shouted one. “If you hadn't been wasting his time at your desk, he would have been over at my bench telling me how much I don't know about chemist rv. eyman. however, didn't pay much attention to them—in fact, he wasn't really listening, he was thinking of something far more serious. He knew that he had left a solution in that vial; he knew he had left the vial stoppered tightly: there was but one conclusion possible, namely, the solu- tion had vaporized and the gas escaped: but how had it escaped.' I hat was tlie question. A fain! excitement suffused Weyman: he had discovered a gas whose rate of diffusion was so high that it passed even through glass! Was it possible? It was possible theoretically, but—Weyman was too bewildered to think any more. Weyman had no chance to investigate the next

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6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR ©ur IFlew XCeacbevs Xatin School Edith L. Hurd was born and educated in Som- erville. She graduated from the Forster Gram- mar School and the Latin High School, ftcr leaving High School, she entered Radcliffe Col- lege. Since that time Miss Hurd has taught Eng- lish. Latin. German, and mathematics at the Lit- tleton High School. Mount llermon Hoys'School, and Xewton Classical High School. At present she is teaching German. English, and Latin. Nancy I». Kimball, who is teaching French, his- tory. and geometry for us. was born in Man- chester. X. 11. There she received the first of her education, graduating from the Manchester High School in 1902. Then she entered Yassar Col- lege. and graduated in the class of 190(5. While at college. Miss Kimball was a member f the college glee club, and took an active part in dra- matics, being business manager of the senior play. She has taught in the grammar grades at Man- chester. X. H.. science at Chelsea High School. Massachusetts, and French and science at Y olfe Hall, a boarding school for girls, in Denver. Colo. Enolisb School Miss Esther Parmcnter was born in Clinton, la., and was graduated from the high school of that city, from the Salem .Normal School, class of IS9T. and from Wellesley College, class of 1903. Miss Parmcnter comes to the English depart- ment of the English High School from Westerly, R. I., where she has taught for the last four and one-half years. She succeeds Miss Winifred E. Howe, resigned. S. Thomas Hall, who is teaching mechanical drawing in the afternoon session of the English School, was born in Providence. R. I. After graduating from the public schools of Providence, he took a college preparatory course at Medford High School, and entered Tufts with the class of 1899. ()wing to ill health, he was not graduated until 1903, when he received the degree of P . S. in the electrical engineering course, and after graduat- ing spent some time in private manufacturing in- terests. Mr. Hall also did construction work for S. I’,. Church Co., and has taught in the State School at Shirley. Mass. Horace Taylor is assisting in the chemical and physical laboratories, taking the place of Mr. Tripp, who is now of the physics department. Mr. Taylor was born in P.rookline. Mass., was graduated from the Brookline High School in 1903. and from Harvard, class of 1907. He was graduated from the Harvard School of Arts and Sciences in 1908, and has taught in the Exeter High School and at Camp Ossipee. $51

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8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR day. as his time was taken up with recitations. It was o’clock, and the last recitation was almost over. Wcynian. who had given very little time to his regular studies in the last few days, had failed repeatedly. “Mr. Weyman,” said the master, “there is a little matter of about thirty lines of Latin which will. I am afraid, detain you after the bell.” Weyman, who had other plans for the after- noon. sank back into his seat with no very good grace. Along towards the middle of the after- noon he heard voices outside the open window. One of the speakers was Harris: the other he did not recognize. Hello. Harris!” shouted the unknown, have you got your purple dye made yet for the com- mercial chemistry course?” “Oh.” laughed Harris, “don’t say a word. I was in the ‘lab’ last night after a book, and I saw a test tube of dandy purple dye some fellow left outside his locker. I guess it belonged to some chemistry shark like Weyman; it won’t be any bother for him to make some more, so I just tipped the stuff into my tube. I guess he won’t miss it. and here the voices grew faint. Well! ejaculated Weyman. and then words failed him. Still. he said after a few minutes, thinking with a growing smile of satisfaction, I hate to think of what will happen when that young thief uses that strong acid for a dye.” IRobin Hbair ISy IDUOrefc %. BmiclL X., 'll HE was seventeen years old. with everything in the world that money could give her. except a straight body. She was a hump-back, a ter- ribly pitiful hump-back, and her small, wizened face, with its beautiful deep brown eyes and tender mouth, was even more pathetic than her mis-shapen body. Ruth Pare had come to Maynard Academy with a hope of finding one friend among the many girls. So far she had failed, and even the teachers bothered little out of class about the shy. deformed girl. So she went along week after week, month after month, a lonesome, unhappy girl, in spite of her well-filled purse. Ruth’s rooms were the best at Maynard, and were the daintiest in their furnishings. They overlooked the campus, and from their windows could be seen the new gym and the little ivy- covered chapel, and beyond that the lake, now covered with many small boats. The sitting-room was furnished in dark red. with heavy curtains. The divan by the largest window was piled high with pillows, and in each of the many easy chairs was a large, comfortable cushion. In the darkened bedroom beyond lay the little hump-back, her pillow wet with tears. From without came the voices of the girls, all bent on pleasure, with never a thought of the wretched little girl in her room upstairs. At each new sound Ruth’s tears started afresh, and her poor little body shook with uncontrollable sobs. Why wasn’t I born straight?” she moaned. Am I always to be friendless? Am 1 to go through life without a friend?” She wiped away her tears, and lay staring up at the ceiling. 1C very now and then her lips quivered and the tears gathered in her eyes, but they did not fall. She went over that dreadful scene in the schoolroom, where the girls had openly laughed at her. They were reading As You Like It,” and the teacher had thoughtlessly asked her to take the part » f Rosalind. Ruth, without raising her tear-filled eyes from her book, had murmured that her throat was sore, and had begged to be ex- cused. The hour had passed away somehow, and Ruth had hurriedly left the room. Just as she had passed through the door, she had heard Helen Lawton say: Ruth Pare as Rosalind! which speech had been followed by a peal of girlish laughter. Ruth rose from her bed, bathed her eyes, and went into the other room. She sat down at her desk by the window, and wrote a pitiful letter to her sympathetic father. While she was writing, a knock fell upon her door, promptly followed by the entrance of a pretty girl of eighteen. ()h! I beg your pardon. I thought it was