Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR A Dream MARJORIE J. BEERS, T7-B HER I', was every possible reason to make me believe I should enjoy a long- night’s sleep when 1 went to bed last night. There was nothing to worry me and I never was in bet- ter health. But still 1 lay hour upon hour thinking of a certain book I had just read in which the Rome of Augustus, about which he said: “I found Rome a city of brick. I left it a city of marble. was minutely described. I al- ways did like such things, but this book im- pressed me especial!). I think a distant clock struck three just as I finally dropped into slumberland. I dreamed a strange dream then. I was a child—a happy, gay child—and I sat swinging on a iow apple tree branch. The tree was a glorious mass of soft pink blossoms and the grass beneath was green and dotted with dandelions. The spring sun shone warm and bright in the dear blue sky of heaven. Suddenly a bird flew by—close by me. Twas a beautiful bird. It’s plumage was as varied as a rainbow and as it passed it uttered a strange, weird cry. that thrilled me and compelled me to follow. I skipped away, ever pursuing that low. skimming bird and my eyes saw naught but it. Ever and anon it uttered its call. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it disap- peared in a fleecy cloud floating just above. T bethought me of my apple tree and turned to run back, but as I raised my eyes I saw a fountain. Peering into its crystal depths 1 beheld a woman and not a child. Had I in those few min- utes passed half a life-time? 1 wondered where I was and then I began to wander about. A familiar object greeted me here, another there. Suddenly it all came to me. 1 was in Rome—that wonderful city of my de- sires. It was just as it had been when Augustus left it in fourteen A. I). I wandered on—the Temple of Jupiter greeted me as a friend. The Eorum seemed a life-long acquaintance and the Temple of Janus and the Pantheon loomed up as familiar as the mountains that overshadowed mv childhood home. I strayed down to the Tiber—that fast flowing stream. My feet were weary and sore and 1 climbed upon a rock and dipped them in the water's cool depths, and as I leaned over, the image there reflected was that of an old woman, gray-haired and stooped. Suddenly the rock on which I sat moved and floated as it were to mid-stream and then down the river. A voice somewhere murmured: “Life is o’er! Life is o’er.” Rome faded from my eager eyes and then the rock sank lower and the waters rushed over my head. The sun rising awoke me from my dream, and I whispered: Life is not yet ended! It has just begun.” -------------- The Earnest Efforts of an Elderly Lady to Make the Old Horse Go ELL. David, this is a lovely morning and we can go right along, can’t we ?” “Come bov. giddapA'luck. cluck.” “Go ’long. David, now, you must go long, cluck, cluck.” “David, if you don’t go along I’ll scold you, you old slow poke.” “Go ’long now. cluck, cluck.” And David plodded on. “Now. David, this is down hill and you must go ’long.” “David, you’re the most foolish old horse I ever knew. “Why don’t you trot down this hill instead of holding the carriage back?” “Come, giddap.” And David plodded on. “Now. David, please go along, if you don’t I -am going to whip you.” “Come. now. David. please go ’long.” “There. I’ve got to do it.” Tap. tap, tap. tap. “Giddap. David.” “David, if you don’t go along I—I—I don’t know what I’ll do.” I law-w-w-w-w-ruck!” “There, maybe that unaccustomed noise will make him trot. Giddap. David.” “David, if you don’t go along I’ll poke you with the butt end of this whip.” Poke, poke, poke. And David plodded on. “Mary, will vou hold these reins while I try to hit him under the stomach?” Tap. tap. tap. “C’ome bov. cluck..cluck.” “Well. Mary, you’ll have to take the reins again. I’m all tired out.” “I guess we’ll let him walk.” And David plodded on.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR strange girls. May I have the first few dances with yon to give me courage, Miss --------” “Arnold.” she supplied, “No, Mr. Delancey, I don’t think it would he good policy for you to dance with me more than once or ’wice. I know a good many girls who are dying to dance with you and you must give them a chance.” “Oh. protect me. Miss Arnold.” he begged. Really. 1 am awfully shy and a lot of girls dying «•h mv account would put me in a panic. 1 should feel like a murderer. She laughed. Really, you sound as if you were shy. W hat department are we in now? I think it is the jewelry department. How tunny it looks with nothing on the counters. Isn’t an empty store an awful place anyway? I should die of fright if you weren’t here to protect me, Mr. Delancey. Oh. what is that noise!” she ex- claimed suddenly, it comes from behind the counter.” “I’robablv a mouse.” suggested John. I’ll look.” Oh. I hope not!” she exclaimed with fer- vor. drawing her skirts about her. 1 detest the things.” It proved to be something much more substantial than a mouse. Under the counter crouched a man. Reside him was a bag heavy with plunder, lie had evidently seen a detective coming and had dodged under the counter. At closing time he had seen no way of escape. John dragged him out bv the collar. He was a short, thick-set man. a head shorter than John, lie made no effort at resistance, but he slowly drew his hand toward his hip pocket. John’s sharp eye discerned the movement. Here. he said. I’ve seen that little trick be- fore.” and quick as a flash he sprang behind the man and pinioned his arms to his sides. The man tried t« wrench himself loose but John’s grip was vise-like. Miss Arnold.” he said calmly, “come and hand me what this gentleman has in his pocket.” Winifred, who had been looking on horrified, ap- proached the man somewhat gingerly, it must be confessed, and drew a large revolver out of his pocket. John took it from her and reversed his position to one in front of the man. I will hold him at bay,” he said to Winifred, “while you search his bag.” She opened the bag and disclosed thousands of dollars worth of jewelry. I thought so.” said John. “Quite a neat little job.” He leaned against the counter with the pistol aimed at the thief as nonchalantly as if nothing had happened. “Really. Mr. Delancey,” exclaimed Winifred in admiring tones, “I never saw such remarkable courage!” “You displayed some pretty cool nerve your- self.” was the rejoinder. “1 was so relieved it wasn’t a mouse,” she ex- plained and then laughed. “Here comes help,” said John as he heard a key turn in the big door. When they were re- leased from their prison he turned his captive over to the hands of the police and refused the reward. I enjoyed it. he explained, there is so little excitement in the East.” We must hurry.” he said to Winifred when they were settled in a taxi, it is nearly eight o’clock, too late for the ball. Let’s go to some show instead. I don’t like the idea of being an exhibition myself.” “That is out of the question.” said Winifred. I would rather go to a show than arrive late at the party, but your cousins would be disappointed if you weren’t there. Think how people could talk. And it would be a shame for me not to get a chance to wear the scarf for which I went through all this excitement.” As a consequence of their adventure there were two late arrivals at the party. If she had let him. John would have danced all the dances with Winifred. As it was, she had all the girls looking at her in unconcealed envy. Many of them would have paid a price for a glance from the popular Westerner, but he seemed to have eyes for no one but Winifred Arnold. It is to be feared that John neglected his cousins somewhat that week in order to spend more time with Winifred. There was one more dance the night before John’s departure. This time he acted as Winifred’s escort. It was a warm evening and during the intermission they went out on the moonlit cupola for a breath of air. Winifred.” said John suddenly, “it may be rather soon to ask you. I have only known you a week, but we Westerners waste no time. Will you marry me. Winifred? I want your promise to take back with me. I have loved you ever since our adventure in the department store. Will you consent, darling?” Winifred was too happy for words and few were needed. John drew her to him. When he released her from his embrace she took the scarf from her shoulders and held it up for his obser- vation. “Just think.” she said, “this flimsy bit of silk has shaped the destinies of two lives. If I hadn’t gone back to buy this chiffon scarf I might never have known you.” “Bless the chiffon scarf!” exclaimed John, rapturously, “when we are married we will have it framed.”

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 9 Student of the S. II. S.: Keep your mind on college. Have that for your ultimate goal, livery pupil should strive f »r a college education, not only for the value of the studies alone, but for the associations and friendships he will form there. Think of it! You will touch elbows with men from all parts of the country, and even from outside our country. You will get their ideas and viewpoints, exchange opinions with them, which will be of inestimable value to you both. Take the best from every man you meet and give your best in return. College will broaden your mind and enlarge your viewpoint of life, and in every way it will equip you to meet and overcome the problems of the world. Get to college if it is a possible thing, and it is possible for anyone who honestly desires it and is determined to get it. r r join the debating societies! Harry Moore and Miss Haskell will welcome all newcomers to the ranks of their respective societies. It is, of course, needless to say that Harry Moore leads the boys’ contingency, while Miss Haskell does the same thing in respect to the girls' society. Last year, both the boys’ and the girls’ team brought home the shield to Somerville, denoting, of course, championship teams. Now. students, we’re going to duplicate that performance again this year. To do that, every- one who can talk above a whisper must come out and support the team. Freshmen! Don't lag behind, saying to your- self that you can never make the team. Of course you can’t if you never come out. Simi- larly, of course you can. if you will come out. Perhaps not the first year, but that year will lay the foundation for future years, and bear this in mind: You will get a place on any team by hon- est. persistent effort, backed up. of course, by a certain amount of skill. Remember: Ability -f- YYork = Certain Results. r i r Students! e have a football team in this school. Do you realize it? A football team! Moreover, it is composed of a bunch of workers. Understand? Workers! If you don’t believe it. ask Captain Ned Keating or Coach Dicker- man. Now comes the momentous question— Arc you working? The plain, bald facts point to the contrary. Over half of this great school is not working in support of the football team. A listener in the hall after school at the mass meeting before the Waltham game would un- doubtedly have gone away thinking what fine school spirit there'was at Somerville High. But the greater part of that volume of cheering was mere wind. One of our instructors said as much to the editor and it is true. Mere wind! As the above-mentioned instructor said, only those should be allowed to cheer who had already pur- chased tickets, or who were intending to do so. Why don’t you support the team—our team— your team? I know that you all hear a great deal about school spirit and supporting things these days, but it is necessary, or it would not be mentioned. When you entered this school, you became a member of one of the finest high schools in the United States. Therefore, to be a faithful mem- ber, it is your bounden duty to support every organization of the school that you possibly can. Above all remember this: “If you can’t ‘boost don’t ‘knock.’ ”