Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 15 for to-day, and tell Lane to come here for a minute.” $ This was the great day in Hanover, for Ran- dolph and Hanover were to battle for the cham- pionship of the state. For two weeks practice had been extra heavy, and the Hanover eleven had awakened and won every remaining game on the schedule so far. Judkins, at fullback, was the whole backfield. He had put new life into the eleven, and victory seemed a possibility at the least. At one o’clock the stands were filling, and at two they were a dense mass of dark color,—on one side the blue and gold of Hanover, on the other the crimson and gray of Randolph. As the teams streamed onto the field for prac- tice the cheers echoed along the stands. At 2.10 the officials drew aside the captains, and at 2.15 the ball was set in position in the centre of the field. Randolph was to kick off. and Hanover lined up to receive the kick. Immediately following the whistle the ball rose into the air and settled into the quarterback’s hands. He started swiftly up the field, but was thrown and downed before lie had gained much. Even at this early period Hanover realized that the game would be a fight to the finish. O11 the first attempt no ground was gained, but the second play was an end run, and netted fifteen yards. The next play was smothered, and a punt followed. I ut Randolph fared no better, and the period ended with the ball in the centre of the field. In the second period Randolph came to life, and on the first play her backs crashed through centre for ten. eight, six, seven yards, till, on the twenty- yard line. Hanover held like a stone wall. Ran- dolph tried a drop kick, and the ball sailed squarely between the two posts, and a huge three was chalked up for Randolph. Randolph kicked off again. Judkins got the ball, and carried it to the middle of the field by a mighty effort. Next a forward pass was tried, but it netted no gain. Judkins plunged into the line with the ball, and in a moment he appeared at the other side of a pile of players, and dashed down the field for twenty yards. Jackson and Jones, the two coaches, chuckled to sec what they expressed as “their find” crashing through centre. But here Randolph held like a stone wall for two downs. In the third down the team formed for a punt, but the ball shot sideways into the quarter’s hands, and he swiftly relayed it to the left end, who dashed oyer a broken field for a touchdown just as the whistle blew. As the third period opened, a dull look seemed to cover the players. Randolph had put in a new man. while Hanover’s line remained unchanged. On the kickotf Randolph was downed, and failed to gain. A punt followed, but neither team seemed snappy, and a series of punts were ex- changed. Then Hanover braced up. and Jud- kins squirmed and plunged through centre for thirty yards, landing on the eighteen-yard line. The stands rose as one man, and the cheering drowned the hoarse voice of the quarterback. “Judkins! Judkins! Judkins!!!” This cheer rose above a confused yelling, and echoed in a thunder- ing vollv across the field. Judkins tried again, but he could not gain, and the quarter walked back for a drop kick. The signals were repeated, and the ball shot back. The quarter caught it and let it fall: at the same moment it touched the earth he kicked. The ball started up toward the posts when----- Smack! The ball smote a Randolph man full on the up- stretched hands. The strong Hanover line had failed to hold, and a husky guard had smothered the kick. It struck the earth and bounced back- wards. The Randolph halfback sprang through the line, scooped the ball up. and plunged down the field. The stands drew one long breath, and stopped. There was 110 one between him and the goal line, and he was the fastest man on the team. As the men saw the ball being taken down the field, they sped after. But frojn among them one form was prominent. It was Judkins! And Judkins was the fastest man on Hanover. It would be a fight to the finish. The men were already at the middle of the field, and Judkins had gained five yards. He was sprinting hard, and his legs seemed to move automatically. At the forty-yard line Judkins was five yards behind, and he did not seem to be gaining an inch. Suddenly his jaw tightened, he clenched his fist, gave a last sprint, and dove into the air at the fleeing runner’s feet. He caught one foot in his nerveless fingers, twisted it viciously, and was conscious of a’heavy thud, and then another, after which all was blank. It was several weeks before Judkins was him- self again, and when he was. he opened his eyes to see cots all around him. He gasped in agony, for his left shoulder seemed like a burning tire. He heard a familiar voice beside him. and his first thought was how the game came out, and he

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14 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR The next morning George’s exasperation had given way to an inner exultation. VY’hy hadn’t he tried this tack with her before? billed with a new buoyancy and independence, he parted smil- ingly from his guest at the train, undismayed by her stony silence, and passed on his way down town, with eager step and shoulders squared. On his way he passed a store window where were displayed fancy pillow covers ready for embroider- ing. He paused, hesitated, and entered the store. Approaching one of the salesgirls, he beckoned her airily with his finger, and pointed out one which caught his fancy. “Give me that green one, there,” he said. ‘T think I’ll send it home to my wife. Zhc tfint JS Clinton 011. Carvell, ’14 HE two football coaches of the Han- over College team were walking down the road leading to the foot- ball field. Tni sorry we’re late,” said the older man. an old Dartmouth star, “but 1 told Lane to start up a scrimmage between the ‘varsity and the second team as soon as possi- ble. It’s about time the ’varsity held the second team. I don’t know what’s going to happen. It’s just as the papers print repeatedly; every other day there's something about the weakness of the backficld or the lack of training, but surely they’ve had enough training, and, coming to a conclusion, it is our system that is no good.” “No, Jackson!” emphatically replied the other. “It is our backficld that’s weak. The line’s the strongest around. Even Amherst couldn’t get through it. If we only had another man of Lane’s calibre in the backficld there is no doubt that we’d show Randolph a thing or two week after next; but, as it is, all we can do is hope for the best. Yes.” murmured the other, and—well, here’s the field. 1 guess I’ll watch a while from the sidelines.’’ Roth coaches stepped to the sidelines, and stood watching while the ’varsity prepared to kick off after a touchdown. The quarter drew back, got the signal, and in a moment the ball was rising into the air. “That’s a good kickoff,” murmured Jackson, but the ball is going to Latimer. He’ll never get it. and. if he does, the ends will be down under him before he can get started.” But even coaches are not always right. To the surprise of all, Latimer caught the ball and straight-armed two men, advancing rapidly to al- most the centre of the field. What!” exclaimed Jones, the other coach, “Latimer taking forty yards on the kickoff, and now the second’s quarter driving Lambert through centre twice for no gain, third down, and the seconds lined up for a punt!” That’s what!” replied Jackson, and Latimer’s going to do the punting, too.” The ball shot back, and in a second was sailing high into the air. It was a beautiful spiral, and covered ten white lines before it dropped into the arms of a ’varsity man. He started iorward, but was thrown heavily to the ground, and the ball rolled out from under him. Three forms lunged at it. and captured it for the second team. “The second’s playing up to form to-day all right,” said Jackson, and there goes Latimer through guard for ten yards, and the jersey is ripped off his back, and-----’’ One moment, Jackson.” said Jones, that man’s not Latimer. Call the quarterback here.” In a moment the second’s quarter faced them. “Who’s playing left-half?” asked Jackson. Judkins,” was the reply. Latimer had to go away, so he sent him down. He had a lot of back work to make up, but he’s a dandy. Goes through Erlin every time, and plays rings all round the ’varsity.” Judkins, eh!” said Jones. “Well, tell him to come around to the gym to-night, and I’ll have a new jersey for him. That’s enough practice

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i6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR whispered: What was the score. Jackson? “Six to three. was the quiet reply, and a feeling of relief flushed into Judkins’ mind. His tackle did some good after all. even if he did hurt himself. “Go on. said Judkins, eagerly, tell us all about it. “Easy, my boy, easy, said Jackson. After you tackled that man the ball was on the twenty- cight-vard line, and far over to one side. There was only two minutes left to play. The crowds were wild, uncontrollable, after you made that tackle, till it was seen you had broken your shoulder, for that’s what you did. Then a dull hush—a tense, hallowed silence—settled over the field till you had been removed. Of course you know that there’s a penalty on the flying tackle? Yes, yes, was the feverish, impatient answer. “but go on. It was the only way to save the game at all. Well, the Randolph captain declined, abso- lutely refused to take the penalty.' By the way. I’ve got a letter here for you from him. He says----” “Never mind now, but go on. exclaimed Jud- kins. All right. Let’s sec—oh, yes, their captain de- clined the penalty, tried to crash through centre for distance, and the whistle blew. While the band played mournfully through the stands, the people filed solemnly out into the streets, a tribute to a man who turned the tide. Shake, he said, and the two shook hands in spite of the pain which ran through Judkins’ shoulder. H (Soot» draining School jfor JSo s J6 ? Charles 1b. ‘Clpton, '12 XE section of Boston has been used for over a century as a market dis- trict. Many men have been in the meat or produce business in this section all 'their lives, and have be- come wealthy. There is, on Black- stone street, a dealer in pork products who has earned since he has been in the business, probably for fifty years, nearly a million dollars. But the majority of the market men run little stands or stores where they earn a very good living. Saturday is the busiest day for most of these men, for it is on that day that hundreds of people arc looking for a Sunday dinner. All day the dis- trict presents a very busy appearance. In the morning the drays and wagons are lined up a; the various stalls and shops discharging the day’s sup- plies. In the afternoon and evening the wagons give place to the outfits of the pedlers, who self cvervthing imaginable, from sweaters at sixty-nine cents to onions at two cents a quart. A Jewish pedlcr told the writer that he doubled his money selling onions at the above figure. Quantities of meat arc sold. One firm a few weeks ago sold two tons of pork loins in an afternoon and even- ing. It is on Saturday that the boy plays a large part in the day’s business, flic work required of him is varied. Some boys are hired to do up bundles, working all day behind a counter. Others com- bine salesmanship with other work. The average working day is about sixteen hours. It is a pecu- liar fact that in nearly every stall or store one can see a Somerville boy, usually a High School stu- dent. The employers require, as in any business, that the boy should be honest. A short time ago a merchant who runs an outside stall where the money is carried in the salesman’s pockets was in need of some one to take the place of the man who had just left. He selected one of the boys from among several in his employ and gave him charge of the stall and change, which amounted at that time to about $50. He knew that he could trust the boy. Willingness to work is also necessary to estab- lish the ideal relation between employer and em- ployee. Honesty and willingness are good, but there is one other attribute, and that is alertness. The men have no use for a boy who, figuratively, [Continued on next page.)