Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR “Madam! just one moment. You are losing the opportunity of your life, and you will regret it to your dying---” Slam! went the door, and Miss Hutchins re- treated up stairs, while the young agent picked up his hat and stalked off up the street. The house was quiet for half an hour, when its inmate was again aroused, this time by the squawking and cackling among the chickens in the back yard. Hastily rushing to the window, she beheld a sight which maddened her. Drat that pesky dog! It don’t give mv hens no peace. Hi! Shoo! Scat! The dog left the yard in a hurry, the chickens gathered their scattered wits, and Miss Ann Hutchins went back to bed. muttering threats against any one, man or beast, that troubled her again. The next time the doorbell rang. Ann let the ringer ring to his heart’s content, lie kept it up for fifteen minutes, and then left as suddenly as he had come. The next morning Samantha Smith greeted her over the back fence: “Hiram Ratch called at your house yesterday and rang and rang vour door- bell. “Hiram Ratch! Why, he has owed me $10 for the last three months, and now to think I let him ring at my door, thinking it was some pesky agent! Drat my luck!” IHigbt Song JBertba Phillips iDarvcl t eaD of jfrcncb department in iSntUtsb School Dids't thou ever hear the night-song Sung within the trees To swaying branches’ measured time, The chant of leaves and breeze? Fanned by cooling zephyrs, Wooed by Earth's fair smile, Who would not gladly linger there. To list and dream the while! Hark! and hear the music rising. Low, and crooning forth a sigh In a scale of weary nature, Wild and weird, but soon to die. Now it falls away to silence— Silence that is good, Then a chord so soft conies blowing O’er the twilight-perfumed wood, And a melody that’s thrilling Joins the song, and lo! A gaily-crested songster opes His throat, and carols “Oh, Tell me. gentle night-winds, 'Fell me of your songs; Where didst thou ever learn them. Such as wake the treetop throngs?” “They are tunes the day has taught us. The keys through which we blow In the daytime hours, we treasure Til the shadows longer grow: Then home we blow to the tree-tops, And cheer or sigh, alack! As the day has sped in our wand’rings, So we blow the echoes back. We move across the roses’ bed. They breathe a fragrant prayer That gives a tender accent To the breeze that hovers there. We hesitate a second’s length Reside a blighted flower That weeps for its lost beauty— That beauty of an hour! We sweep around the fern-glades, They wave, and nod, and bend. And a happy, secret message To the tree-tops they would send. We scatter faded petals too, And scurry them away, To bury them forever From joyous light of day. We touch a grave that’s newly made. And catch a solemn air, We find a laughing child at play. And stir her golden hair. No wonder that some sorrow creeps Within our songs at night! No wonder that some joy resounds To make the shadows light!”

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 11 house. There were many spectators anxious to see the railway company condemned. During the trial everything seemed to be against Mr. Jones. He was in extreme restlessness, and the court, of course, ascribed it to his wounds. The hopes of Mr. Noble had turned to despair when he began bis arguments. As lie spoke, his timidity turned into resoluteness, and his clear-cut logic and eloquence opened a new phase of the case. After a lengthy discussion of the case, the jury returned with the verdict in favor of Mr. Jones, and the railway company was to pay the de- manded sum. liefore the judge, who announced the verdict, had taken his chair. Mr. Jones rose from his seat like a despairing man to defend liis honor. He had resolved to trample everything else for truth’s sake. He stood mute and trembling: finally in a low voice he said: “Gentlemen of the jury, ashes of another’s ruin have never been the peaceful foundation of a happy home.” Here Mr. Noble trembled. lie did not know what the “idiot” meant. Rut Mr. Jones went on: “An invisible thistle in the flesh is apt to be more harmful than a gash.’’ Lack of coherence in his speech convinced the spectators that the severe- ness of the pains of his wounds had made him crazy. N et he continued: Truth never forsakes us if we do not forsake its demand.” This time he felt the mental state of his lis- teners toward him. and he said in haste: I dis- covered a five-cent piece in my pocket, and, anxiously searching my account books to place that nickel in its proper place, I found that that money was my car fare on the day I got hurt. This piece f law book, which I found on the wav coming here, says: i5y pacing your fare on the cars, you form a contract with the company to carry you safe to your destination.’ 1 found the fare in my pocket. Although very kind of you. justice demands of me to trample my tempo- rary interest, and I will say that I don’t deserve the decision, and I stand for all the expenses. after saying which he took his seat, while the audi- ence applauded him with great clamor. H (Slutet Et'ternocm By? Brooks IReefc, 'll , HK drowsy little village of Stamford . I lay sweltering in the hot afternoon •V CI v i Sl,n- Miss Ann Hutchins had been r Ci working hard all morning doing her .Jl£EL—Monday's washing, and now. tired out. had sought rest and repose in her bedroom. The dark green shades at the win- dow flapped idly as a cool breeze from the neigh- boring mountains swept over the village. The stillness was unbroken save for the droning of a locust and the rumble of a passing wagon. Surely. Miss Hutchins thought, she would enjoy a quiet afternoon. P ut her thoughts of rest were rudely inter- rupted by a step on the veranda below and a ring at the door. I wonder who that can be. she thought to herself as she rose from the bed. I'pon opening the door, a dapper young man presented himself, and began : “Good afternoon. madam. 1 have something here which I am sure will interest you.” drawing at the same time a small bottle from a bag which he carried, “f am the introducing agent for the-----” “W ell, you may as well be the president of the I’nited States, for all I care. 1 don’t want no hair oil. stove or shoe polish, patent medicine, or anything under the sun except to be left alone, snapped Miss Ann. “Lusteritc Polishing Powder Co..’’ the young man. nothing dismayed, continued. “I have here a trial bottle which only costs the small sum of twenty-five cents, a quarter of a dollar. It is war- ranted to polish silver, gold, bronze, copper, tin. zinc. iron, steel, nickel, and. in fact, any known metal under the sun. Show me the way to the kitchen, and in a few seconds I will demonstrate the excellent qualities of this powder to you. “The only place I will show you to is that door there, and now you go! burst out Ann.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 3 Tl Andreas II. Tomfohrde, Class Editor. Edward Robinson, Assistant. Seniors, this, our last year, must be made worth while. We have maintained a high standard for three years. Xow, in our final year, let us live up to our reputation, and make it one of bene fit to ourselves and the school. The results of the class elections were as fol- lows: President. Xorville Millmore; vice-presi- dent. Phillips Tcad; secretary and treasurer, Miss Helen Field. Several of the teachers advocate gas meters to estimate the recitations of Miller and Ncwhall. Teacher: “There are two too many in this room. Voice from the rear: “Get out, Coogan. O—Is—n wasn't throwing paper, but he had a hard time convincing his teacher. Where was Donahue when the light went out up in 31 ? Ask Hoyt. Does II—r—t—on eat oatmeal or grape nuts? Who runs the fruit stand in Room 25? “Itty Reed has been elected class typewriter. Mcskill. Meskill. he's been thinking What a glad world this would be If he could cut out his Latin, And study only chemistry. M—d—na says in French that “miel de sables means honey, and he is wondering how to say honeybunch. The parting of Miss V—n—h—p and that back- seat was very touching. Henney laughed when M—t—n fell down. Ileuney is still on the dangerous list in the Som- erville Hospital. Sky blue and sky green dogs and skye terriers arc the favorites of Division I. P»—k—er. Dr. Cook's first assistant. He came back. Move quickly. Tead. Father: ‘ Well, how are you getting along in school, Pop? Alex.: “Let’s talk about something pleas- ant. pa.” It is said Mi—dl—mas took ether the last time he had a hair-cut. How about it. Middle? There was once an old guy. Cicero. Who, to show just how hard lie could blow. For his sole occupation Kept writing orations. And that's why our brain feels so low. '1 0111 F--is wearing his shoes longer, so that he can cover more ground in a day. Fowl by went to the Bates game. too. Fallis wishes it announced that he will tutor those who are deficient in simplified spelling and freehand drawing. ()h, that Groton trip! Taylor, the Macaroni (Dude). Read G—v—s' latest book, “How to Make Money.” How much did that stop-watch cost, Dune?