Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Vol. XXVI. Somerville, Boston. Massachusetts, November, 1916. No. 1 The Somkicvillk Hioii School Radiator is published by the High School on the third Thursday of ©very month during the school year, and only important news matter can be received after the -1th of the month. Matter for insertion may bj left with any of the editorial staff or mailed to the editor at the High School. In contributing, write on one side of the paper oaly. and sign full name. Communications, according to their nature, should he mailed to the editor, business manager, or exchange editor. Manuscript must be accompanied by necessary postage to insure its return. Terms, 75 Cents per Year Entered as second class mail matter at Boston I , o. Single Copies, 10 Cents SOMERVILLE JOURNAL PRINT EMtorial Staff Editor InsCbIef PHILLIPS A. NOYES, '17b associate Editor HELEN CAMERON, ’17b Ercbange Editor AMY E. STONE, T7b Sporting Editor ARTHUR N. GORHAM, T7b Blumnt Editors DORIS HOMER, 17b business Manager EDWARD H. DERBY. T7b assistant Justness Danae ers PARKER PILLSBURY, T7b DONALD GEDDES. '18b treasurer GEORGE M. HOSMER (Faculty) Bdviscr A. MARION MERRILL (Faculty) ESTHER SLADE, T7b Staft Brtlst HAROLD KOLB. '17b Class Editors SADIE M. LYLE, '17a DOROTHEA SHAY. 17b MALCOLM PRATT. T8a CHESTER MOORE. ISb DUDLEY MOORE. 1!»a FRANKLIN F. DOTEN. ’If»»

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MAYOR CLIFF WELCOMING COMPANIES K AND M. EIGHTH REGIMENT.

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6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR That Chiffon Scarf MARGUERITE S. PEARSON, ’18-A HE throngs of late shoppers were hurrying on their homeward way, along the busy city streets, in the spring twilight. Among them was Winifred Arnold, a very attractive girl, who had been shopping with her mother. Suddenly the girl stopped short. “What is it. Winifred?” inquired her mother. “Have you forgotten anything?” “Yes. mother. I intended to get a chiffon scarf to wear to the ball this evening. I’ll run into this store and get one.” was the reply. Oh. don’t bother. Winnie. 1 can’t wait for you. and you really don’t need another scarf. You have plenty at home. And besides it is too late. It is a quarter to live and the stores close at five.” protested her mother. “You need not wait for me. mother, al- though it won’t take me a minute. And I just have to have that scarf. I know that I have about a hundred at home, but they are all mussed. It is out of the question to go to an af- fair of the Delanceys’ in anything that isn’t ab- solutely new. And this party is especially im- portant because it is given in honor of their cousin from the West, who is a very wealthy young man. I’ll have plenty of time to get the scarf.” and heedless f her mother’s arguments, the girl turned back and entered the large de- partment store. There were only a few straggling shoppers in the store, and for the most part the activities of the store’s employees were centred upon gathering up and packing away the wares. W inifred made her purchases and turned to go when she remembered something else. “I promised to take tea with Laura Corwin, and here it is five o’clock.” she said to herself. “How careless of me to forget! I must call her up and explain.” She went to one of the pay stations in the store and called up her friend. “Well. I’ll see you at the party tonight.” concluded Winifred after a twentv-minutes conversation. “I’m just crazy to see that cousin, aren’t you? They say he is very handsome and worth millions. Of course I don’t expect him to dance with me. That would be too great an honor. There will be hundreds present and I shall be satisfied just to get a glimpse of him. Well, good-by. See you later.’’ Winifred hung up the receiver and opened the door i f the booth. She looked about her in con- sternation. The sight that met her astonished eyes caused her heart to contract. The store lights were dim and there was not a soul to be seen. Apparently she was alone in the silent, deserted store. However, just as she turned around, the door of the adjoining telephone booth opened and she came face to face with a young man. “Oh. I beg your pardon.” they both exclaimed at once as they came in contact. Winifred glanced up at the man. He was tall, stalwart, and somewhat sunburned. We seem to be prisoners.” said the stranger affably as he grasped the situation. “Yes.” rejoined Winifred, “is there no way in which we can escape?” 1 will try the door.” he said. He pushed the great revolving door, but it was of no avail. “I will telephone the police and they will con- nect with the proper authorities to come to ur rescue.” and he disappeared into the telephone booth again. He came out in a minute. “It may be some time before they locate the party with tlu keys. he said, “so you may have to put up with my company for a while.” “Oh. I hope they won’t take long!” she ex- claimed anxiously, “for I have an engagement this evening. So have I. remarked the man. “that is how I happen to be here now. I arrived on the noon train from the West to spend a week with some relatives. My baggage will not arrive till to- morrow. Imagine my feelings when they told me that they are having a ball in my honor to- night. 1 had to do some tall skirmishing to get a dress suit and a few other accessories in time. Xot knowing the habits of these Eastern depart- ment stores. I stopped to do a little ’phoning and this is the result, not'that I am at all sorry.” he added gallantly. “I got caught in the same way.” said Winifred. “I am going to a party tonight, too. and I dashed in here at the very last minute to get a chiffon scarf that 1 didn’t really need.” We mav as well introduce ourselves.” he said. I am John Delancey.” Why. how strange.” laughed the girl, “it is your party I am going to.” “That is a strange coincidence.” said John. “I am verv glad to meet one of the guests before- hand. They will all be strangers to me with the exception of my cousins and I hate to dance with