Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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IO SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR “While you were gone,” continued the Chief in the same cold tone, ‘‘.Mr. Johnson’s office on Broadway was broken into, and $5,000 were stolen. You were not on duty, and I ought to de- prive you of your badge and discharge you from the force in disgrace. However, on account of your former good conduct, I shall give you four days in which to make good for your act. Here is a notice that I want each man to consider care- fully. This is your chance, Burton.” The paper that was handed to Jack stated that a reward of $500.00 would be given to the man who could capture John Barrows, New York’s most famous counterfeiter, lie was five feet tall, brown eyes. 158 pounds in weight, and had a large peculiar birthmark on his right arm. lack started for Broadway, knowing that he had but a small chance of capturing one man in the large city of Xew York. However, lie determined to do his best to regain his lost reputation. During the four days Jack worked hard, but without avail. That night was the last chance he would have to succeed. He decided to go and sec his crippled friend, and to try and get her away from her cruel father. Slowly he turned his footsteps toward the East Side. As lie approached the house lie noticed Jennie with a large bag of gleaming silver dollars. “Where did you get those?” queried Jack in an astonished voice. “I found them in papa’s room,” the little girl answered in a laughing tone. I brought them out here to play with as I cannot play with the other boys and girls.” Jack took a handful of the shining coins, and at a glance knew they were counterfeits. “Show me to your father’s room.” demanded Jack in an excited manner. When Jack was alone in the room after having sent Jennie on an errand, he inspected the different kinds of apparatus. Just as he was about to test one. a harsh voice sounded behind him:— Up with your hands. Burton. So you thought you had me, did you? Turn around, quickly! Jack turned around he saw Jennie’s father holding a revolver pointing at his heart. He tallied perfectly with the Chief's description. The onlv proof that remained unsolved was the odd birthmark on his right arm. I know you have me.” returned Jack steadily, “but there is a squad of policemen who are wait- ing for a signal from me any minute not far from you.” Where? hoarsely demanded Long turning around. With a quick spring Jack was upon Long. In the struggle that followed the latter was over- powered. and Jack found the strange birthmark on his right arm. Long turned evidence for the State the next day, and admitted that he was not Jennie’s father, and that he was hired by Ben Johnson to rob his office to get Jack into trouble. «• In a quiet room away from Broadway’s clamor, little Jennie Long sits industriously polishing a new badge. Year the window Jack rests content- edly reading a report of the capture of Yew York’s most famous counterfeiter. Let us take a glance over Jennie’s shoulder. We sec that the badge bears the eight letters “SERGEANT.” —— Class Officers for 1914 1915 Class of 1915-A—President, Earl Cushing; Vice-President, Hazel Morrill; Secretary, Hall Carpenter; Treasurer, Walter Coleman; Class- Editor, Myrton Evans. Class of PJ15-B—President, Clayton Ellis; Vice- President, Erancis Downing; Secretary, Bernard Chapin; Treasurer. Ray Yichols; Class Editor. Elmer Pilsbury; Assistant Editors, Eleanor Jones, Dorothy McCov. Barbara Sawyer. Class of —President, Carl Yewton; Vice- President. Raymond Davison: Secretary. Ernest Stockwell: Treasurer. Helen Hobart: Class Edi- tor. George Gardiner; Assistant Editor, Estelle Young. Class of 19K5-B—President, Thomas Scanlon; V ice-President. Thomas Meskill; Secretary, James Givan: Treasurer. Joseph Smith; Class Editor, Arnold Murray : Assistant Editors, Ralph La- niont, John Ring. Class of 1917-A—President, John Grimmons; Vice-President. Helen Barris: Secretary. Stanley Cliff: Treasurer, Earl Turner; Editor. John Brewer. Class of 1917-B—President, Arthur Gorham; Vice-President. Margaret Desmond; Secretary, Herbert Ham: Treasurer, Harry Moore: Editor, Charles Baker; Assistant Editors, Warren Dodge, Dorothea Shay. Class of 1918-A—President, David Hill; Vice- President. Henry Shea: Secretary, Raymond El- dridge.: Treasurer, Lawrence Codding; Editor William Bennett.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 9 Jack JSurton, (Patrolman 36 ? Hrnold IB. ADurrag, 16 36 HE summer sun shone with fierce in- tensity upon the large number of hurrying people crossing Broadway amid the sluggish moving electrics. In the midst of the rush, Jack Bur- ton. traffic patrolman. No. 17C, motioned the drivers of the restless, panting auto- mobiles. and hopelessly snarled teams to wait. Jack commenced regulating the traffic while his good-natured face beamed with moisture from the sun’s rays. Jack had been a member of the force for seven months, and in that time had earned the name of being one of the most reliable men in the de- partment. He was a short, jolly patrolman, and a great favorite with the children of the East Side. His good-natured smile, and willingness to oblige, secured him popularity, and many were the friendly greetings extended to him by prosperous men on their way to business. This morning Jack was in unusually good spirits, for that night he had planned to visit his little nine-year-old crippled favorite. Jennie Long, a bright girl of the East Side, who lived an un- happy. cheerless life with a drunken father. Among the waiting automobiles, a large Bierce- Arrow touring car edged its way to the front, and the man in tlie rear seat beckoned to Jack, in a strained annoyed voice:— “Burton, there is an important political meet- ing this afternoon, and if I do not get to the City Hall inside of five minutes, I shall lose a very important office. Let me pass immediately, or you will regret it.” Can’t do it. sir.” returned Jack firmly. “I have to do my duty.” At last the people had all reached the other side, and as the long car shot bv Jack the man regarded him with an angry scowl. Jack realized fully what lie had done. The man in the car was none other than Ben Johnson, the most influential political boss in New York, lie had a large office in the Columbia Building on Jack's beat. Many a patrolman had mysteriously left the force through the efforts of this same man, but Jack was resolved to do his duty in all possi- ble cases, a fact that had not escaped the notice of the Chief. That evening Jack visited his little crippled friend, little realizing that close behind him was Ben Johnson, the political boss, who saw how much Jack cared for the little girl. The next afternoon just one hour before Jack's relief was due to arrive, a dirty little urchin rushed up to him, and handed him a note which read as follows:— If you want to sec your friend alive again, come at once. (Signed) Dr. Johnson. As Jack read the note a troubled frown ap- peared on his brow. It was four o'clock, and he did not leave his beat till five, lie must see his little friend once more. But what about his rec- ord? his reputation? He looked around for a brother otficer but no one was in sight. Finally, he decided to risk everything to see and help his little friend once again. So he hastily set out for the East Side, while a sinister, sneering face watched his departure. Hello!” Is that you chief? This is John- son. Mv office in the Columbia Building was broken into this afternoon while I was out of town. Must have happened around 4.30 o’clock, for my secretary left at 1. I tried to find Burton, who has this beat, but a small boy told me that he had gone to see a friend of his. Burton not on his beat? inquired the Chief in an amazed voice. He is one of the most re- liable men on the force. I shall send two men down immediately, and shall look after Burton to- morrow at roll call. Is that satisfactory?” “Entirely so,” retorted Johnson in a compla- cent tone. When Jack arrived at Jennie’s house he found his friend as well as ever. At once Jack scented that some plot had been formed to have him dis- charged from the force. $ Patrolman Burton.” The cold words and disdainful look of the Chief went through Jack like steel. “Before your brother patrolmen. I wish to ex- plain the breach of discipline you committed yes- terday. Did you leave your beat at four o'clock?’ “Yes sir.” sadly returned Jack.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 11 Now that the faithful mill, Somerville High School, has turned its wheel one more revolution and placed all classes in a higher position than last year, may we strive to so fulfill our duty to our classes that our successors may look back and marvel. VVliat a wonderful class! Let us all not only strive to benefit our classes but to aid other classes. Every move we make should first be preceded by the question. How will it benefit S. H. S.? K Freshmen: The responsibility of a Somerville High student rests on you. Arc you prepared to successfully hold the position? Lessons must be well learned, and well recited, and last but surely not least, friends must be wisely chosen. Let the best of friendship exist between you and your teachers so that they may be able to advise you on which route to follow through your course. »► r ■Students : There are eight different organizations in this school from which you may obtain some profit if you will take the pains to join. Resides football, baseball, hockey, track and tennis, there are debat- ing and glee clubs for both boys and girls. The dramatic and outing clubs are open to all am- bitious girls. The gymnasium class is to be opened soon. Intellectual and physical training opens an opportunity to all. To Our Exchanges: In every respect did the Radiator appreciate your school papers. New ideas, of course, are cul- tivated in the High School literary world, so may we foster new ideas and help each other to im- prove each school paper. The Somerville High School Radiator extends to all most hearty wishes for a coming season, and may we hear from one and all. r r .1 c. Football Enthusiast: Unfortunately, Somerville lost her first game, but by no means has she lost her chance for the championship. c cheered on that summer day of our fir t game but now that weather is colder, we must cheer three times as loud. It helps win the game. We must win all the other games. So cheer, fellows:—and girls---? Well.—scream! tr THIS YEAR MAKE YOURSELF WORTH SOMETHING. , For those desiring some musical experience, the orchestra offers great opportunities to all fair players. Last year it was considered that Somer- ville had as good a High School orchestra as any in New England. Increased talent from the fresh- men added to that which already has had experi- ence from last year, should improve the orchestra