Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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10 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR your choice why didn’t you come to me like a man and say so? Now that mother is dead I am so lonesome, i crave so much for your love. I won- der why y u stopped writing. You moved your place of residence without notifying me. Oh, Trank, how little this world is to me without you.’5 What a long time she had been thus talking to herself. Fully three-quarters of an hour, but sud- denly she was called back to grim life by Doris's step on the stairs. Quickly placing the picture on a nearby chair, she continued her dusting. Doris entered. Didn’t you hear that bell ring? That poor soul rang and rang the door bell. It was a bless- ing that your brother and I came to his rescue,” fabricated Doris. Who’s 'his'?” inquired Ethel. Oh. -I didn’t say ‘his,’ did I? Well, she sighed dropping into a chair, I am not to be blamed because I ran up the stairs.55 I guess it is Louise Clarke coming for a book I promised to lend her.” answered Ethel, at which Doris heaved a sigh of relief. “This is the book. My dress is dirty but I am not at all ceremonious with Louise, and I’ll ex- cuse myself.” “Oh, please don't go that way. Put on your blue voile. It is very becoming to you, and you do look so untidy.’’ Well, you certainly arc frank. Don’t you see that it would be a waste of time? I haven’t fin- ished dusting yet, and I'll only have to change it again.” Waste of time.5 Pooh! You know how that girl can talk when she once gets started. By the time she goes away it’ll be supper time. Come •now, here’s your dressj” What has happened to yoif? Evidently it doesn't agree with you to go out in the machine alone with Chester. Whoever heard of Louise Clarke talking so much. I have all 1 can do to get half a dozen .vords from her. But to please you I'll put it on. although I ought not to encourage your impudence in this manner.” In less time than it takes to tell it Ethel with her book under her arm ran down stairs and walked into the library, while Doris went out to the garage to meet Chester. No Louise Clark greeted Ethel, but seated in a chair with his back to the window was a man reading a newspaper, which was held up in front of his face. The room being dark, Ethel took it for granted that the man was her father. Then ■the idea “popped” in her head that Louise Clarke had left some message for her so she inquired: Father. Doris told me that Louise was here. Has she gone?’5 No answer! Ethel thought that her father was probably fooling with her. Father!” she called again, this time emphasiz- ing with a stamp of her foot. Finally seeing that he would not respond she went up to the arm- chair in which he was sitting and grabbed the pa- per Immediately expecting this attack the stranger stood up. Ethers book fell to the floor with a bang! She was as one stunned. The color rushed away from her face. What a glorious dream! Oh. if it were only true. She was afraid to utter a sound for fear of waking and finding herself in a dream, for hadn’t it happened many a time. The last time, she had made up her mind not to be the ii»'sr to speak. He was approaching. His strong arm was slipped around her waist. Ethel wished that the dream would not end. Ethel. Ethel!” called the voice, now so near to her ear. It was as one in anguish. He thought she did not recognize him. Mi. it's you at last,” she cried with a little sob. My darling!” he murmured, pressing his lips to hers. How I have longed for this moment to arrive.55 The rest would sound too silly for other ears than theirs. The two souls who had longed so much for each other finally obtained their wish. What more could they want? An hour passed, and they were interrupted by Doris and Chester. Mm! Where’s your right arm, Frank? in- quired Chester. “Same place your’s is. Around a young lady’s waist. My future bride’s waist.55 ()h. Frank, have you met my friend, Miss Dinsmore?” inquired Ethel. At this question all laughed. “Guess 1 don’t need an introduction to my own cousin, Don,” answered Doris. “Don!” exclaimed Ethel, surprised. Oh. now I understand what the trouble was. My name, dear, is Frank Donald Harris, but my cousin has a craze for naming people and calls me ‘Don.’ When she spoke of you she called you I eeny and I never recognized you by her descrip- tion. until I saw your picture.55 Say. old chap, you were right when you said that I had my arm around my future bride’s waist.” I didn't say that. I said that—or I meant to say that you also have your arm around a young ladv's waist.” [Continued on page 12]

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 9 the steps of tlie car where a girl with a valise was at that moment descending. Hardly had she landed when, dropping her bag, both the girls were locked in each other's arms. By this time Mr. Stone and Chester had ap- proached. so Ethel introduced her friend to her brother after Mr. Stone had given her a hearty handshake. I'll take your bag, Doris,” said Mr. Stone. Chester and Ethel, take care of Doris. The ride home was very different from the one to the station. Ethel and Doris spoke so much, and so fast, that Mr. Stone began to wonder if the girls knew what they were talking about. Soon they stopped before a beautiful large yellow house. Welcome to our home. exclaimed Chester as he opened the door and helped the girls to alight. What a beautiful place you have here. Teeny! exclaimed Doris. Here. Sam. take these bags,” ordered Mr. Stone of the servant who had opened the house door. Now. Doris, you arc to share my room with me. explained Ethel as the two girls were going up the stairs arm in arm. That will be great, kiddo,” answered Doris, who did not like the idea f staying alone. While Doris was taking off her garments she glanced around the room. Her eyes soon wan- dered to the mantelpiece, where to her surprise she saw the picture of a young man. At once she became interested and walked over to it. How do you happen to have—? but stopping in the middle of her question and quickly turning to Ethel, she asked instead: What a fine looking chap! Who is he. Teeny? But seeing a pained expression on her companion’s face, she added: Never mind about it. now. You can tell me some other time.” After several questions had been answered about girls with whom they used to associate when at school. Doris said: Teeny, you remember that picture of yours I sent Don. Well, he is head over heels in love with you. Hm—there arc stacks of things I'd like to tell you but I have promised never to utter a word. Really, it is too funny for anything. she finished in peals of laughter. “What disconnected sentences, Doris! It must be funny if it strikes you that way. As to your cousin’s falling in love with me. that’s nonsense! A mere joke in fact! Remember that he has not seen the reality. Tell me your secret, you myster- ious creature! Come, let us go to supper, and afterwards I hope you’ll think it over and tell me.” if « On a large settee under an enormous apple tree sat Doris and Chester. Their conversation seemed interesting to both, the ending of which was emphasized by a nod from Doris and immedi- ately a solitaire was placed on Doris’s finger. Then, she jumped up but was caught by Chester and made to resume her seat. Bulling out a colored envelope, he showed it to Doris. The con- tents proved to be a telegram. What a surprise this contains for Teeny!” What surprises are in store for her. you mean, don’t you. dear? he asked, at which the poor girl blushed as any other girl would have done had she been in her place. But really. Chester, said Doris for the hun- dredth time. You can’t imagine how surprised I was when you told me that he was a coiicge chum of yours. All your folks know him well, then. No wonder lie is so anxious to come here and claim his bride. Oh. but didn’t 1 have all I could do to keep quiet when I saw his picture on Teeny's mantelpiece. What a story a diamond ring and a framed picture can tell!” she finished mysteriously. You see by the telegram that he’ll be here within half an hour. Let’s go to the station. Ethei won’t know the difference. I’ll get the machine and when we return with him we’ll tell her that sombody is downstairs wishing to sec her. then.— exit for us. All right. laughed Doris. They were soon winding their way towards the depot. From her window Ethel saw the machine going out of the grounds. Of all things! That certainly beats all!” she ejaculated. Chester monopolizes Doris so much these last few days that I hardly have time to see her. They certainly enjoy each other’s company. I wonder if Chester is seriously in love with her or just flirting. I gave him a good warning. He must be in love with her.” she mused. Mv. how dusty that mantelpiece is!” so ex- claiming she started taking away the ornaments one bv one, until she came to the framed picture of a handsome young man, tall and light com- plected. four years her senior. His large blue eyes seemed to watch every expression of her face. After looking steadily at it for a long time she murmured: Frank, what made you stop loving me? If you thought you had made a mistake in

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SOMERVILLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR i r “JLhc (Lbaoel in the flllountams” .16 ? Xois jfra. ee, '15 36 IGH in the Alps, nestling lovingly at the foot of a rugged peak, is a small village. The picturesqueness of its houses and of the dress of its people shows that it belongs to that humble but charming race, the Swiss. Hav- ing noted these things, the eye is. almost at once, attracted to a small, gray building of roughly- hewn stone. This is the chapel, St. John’s in the Wilderness,” famous because of its sweet-toned bells. Surely this is a scene well worth admiring, but what we wish is to hear the song of the chimes. It is Sunday morning. All the village lies in reverent stillness. In the very air is a touch of perfect solemnity. Then a sound, sweet and pure, softly reaches our ears. Now it is hushed: now grows clearer and clearer. The mountains rever- berate. sending back the tones again and again until they fade into the distance. Now they are playing the Doxology; and there rushes to our minds a time when we stood on tiptoes and looked wonderingly over the pew about the dimly-lighted church. The people begin to go slowly by to the chapel, with pure, holy expressions on their faces as the chimes softly play the old hymns familiar to 'I'lie echoes die away until they become like the distant humming of a bee. Now they are gone, and again that reverence fills the air. Even the wind stops stirring the trectops. We seem to be enchanted, for every nerve is strained as if we are waiting for something to happen. The birds seem to have stopped singing, waiting for their time to burst into melody. And now a sound breaks the stillness of the air. It is what we have been waiting for. A hymn, unfamiliar'yet pure and sweet, falls upon our ears. Although we cannot distinguish the words, each tone seems to have a meaning of its own. The villagers, standing with uplifted faces, seem to be pouring out praise, love, hope, and thanks in that one simple melody. Now the tones grow slower and slower, fainter and fainter, until the hymn ends in one soft chord. As the sun sinks beyond the horizon, and the shades of night begin to lower, the chimes re- sume their pealing. While the sun illuminate,s the clouds with soft shades, the bells sing their lulla- by. Now the soft colors are gone, and twilight drops in. 'flic chimes have stopped their ring- ing. All the world is at rest. Breamlno J6 ? IRutb IVX. potter, '14 Dreamily flows the rippling river, Winding away serene and blue. Singing and singing on forever One little song the whole day through. Blue is the mist that hangs so faintly Like a dim veil the fields above: Blue is the heaven, that soft and gently Looks down on us with love. Oh. that I could paint the peace unbroken. 'fell the joy of this rare blue day. Send you at least some sweet token ( f thoughts and wishes far away. Lo. at my feet blue flow’rets tender. Warm with the kiss of the noontide sun, Here, let them mirror you all the splendor Of mist and river and sky in one.