Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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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?

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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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M SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Awful tragedy in Room 24! Duncan foully murdered On Tuesday. October 4, 1!) 10, In IV. English 3. Friends and classmates Tender their deepest sympathy. Funeral to be held in Room 21 October (i. 1910. Under the charge of IV. English 3. Deacon Blanchard will officiate. Friends invited. Socrates M—dd—mas. the infallible. For latest ideas on temperance apply to IV. Division 3. If you want to die. say fifty cents to Divi- sion I. Shrimp ' and Whit.” the boy aviators of Room 21. See them in their latest reproduction of Grahame-White. Watch them closely. The senior yell: When are you going to pay me the money you owe me. Henry? Join the senior rush. Take chemistry. The eternal question: or. where is my block of paper? An unannounced test is not fair, declares Miss Hopkins. Toss up! Heads, green-eyed. Tails, dog-eyed. Did you notice that large gathering of would-be chemists in the office? Chemistry or fight” was their cry. 1 —r—son had a fine job last summer. He got $5 a week and brought home $10. 8.15—Teacher: Miller, will you please give us your delineation of Marcus Tullius Cicero’s char- acter? ■8.1(5—Miller starts reciting. ;s.20—Miller still reciting, holding his audience well. 8.30—Miller still reciting, audience becoming restless. 8.10—Miller still reciting, audience no longer interested. 8.50—Miller still reciting, audience implores him to stoj). 0.00—Miller stopped by the bell, audience shouts with joy and relief. Mcskill has a book in preparation, entitled How to Skip Latin. II—k—11. the errand boy of Division 3. T—f—he. his first assistant. Senior students in physics cannot be convinced that physics is a subject not to be studied. Russ, does your mother want you to lake chemistry? Notes, Seniors, notes! Any kind, call notes, music notes, or bank notes; anything so long as they’re notes. F—11—s would like to know who was so mean as to throw on the floor that nice, new, furry beaver hat which hung in the dressing room of 22. Teacher (reading): Pompcy was an austere man. M—s—a: ‘What’s that about an oyster-man?” '12 Francis J. Mahoney, Class Editor. Meyric Rogers, Assistant. At the first junior class meeting, held Septem- ber 2(5, the following class officers were elected: President. Harold I». Giles; vice-president. Earle K. Woodman; secretary. Elizabeth Burns; treas- urer. Margaret Cragin. In each case a very good selection. We regret to say that several who were mem- bers of our class for the past two years are not with us this year. Among the missing are: Harold Kedian. 'Pom Aldrich. Charles Dickerman. Charles Caldwell. Lester Farrington, Charles Matthews. Pill Lewis, Lena Baldwin. Olive Hil- ton. Ruth Hurley. Ivey Kves, Marion Coogan, and Lilia Mullet. Kedian. who has removed from Somerville, is attending Boston Latin School: Dickerman, Matthews. Caldwell. Lewis, and Aldrich have been shipped to Exeter Academy; Farrington, Miss Mullet. Miss Hilton, and Miss Hurley have changed over to the English School; and Miss Baldwin is attending boarding school. “They’ve taken it away, forever and for aye. that dear old public drinking cup. wherein the germs held sway. The microbe’s chance is slim, since legislation grim means he can ne’er get next again, unless he learns to swim.