Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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SOM ERVI 1.1.1” HIGH SCHOOL RADI ATOR 11 The fug disappeared in the evening and the following morning a northwest wind cleared away the last vestige of it. turning the sky and water an unusual deep sapphire color and giving the air an invigorating tingle. Marjorie, although she had thought to remain away from her favorite haunt, could not resist the desire to watch the sea on such a gorgeous day. As she was starting, she was startled to hear a pleasant masculine voice say. “Oh. where are you going, my pretty maid? I’m going a-driving, sir. she said.” “Why, yes.” she laughed, “and you?” “1 have been taking long walks over towards Seai Harbor, but today I have changed my tactics. 1 am going to walk along the shore drive in the direction of the wireless station.” “Then get in, perhaps I can take you in the direction you wish. “You see.” she continued, when the young man, one of the many summer visitors with whom she had played tennis, was comfortably seated, “I drive out every afternoon to a place on the rocks that is practically my own. and sit for hours just gazing out to sea. Wouldn’t you like to see my place? I should be delighted to show you.” A short time later Marjorie was pointing out the various craft to Jack Martin, who listened with polite attentiveness. He was staying in the same hotel as Marjorie, and he. too, came from New York from a well known family, as Miss Luella had assured Marjorie. “Here comes my mystery ship, as I call it.” She did not observe the young man at her side look at her suddenly. 'A questioning expression crept over his face, but quickly passed when lie saw she was only puzzled. Nevertheless, he lis- tened intently. “livery afternoon that boat rounds the point into the bay about 3:15. Don’t you think it looks like a pleasure yacht?” “Why, it is. It’s Mr. Babcock’s new yacht. He made money in the stock market two years ago. At least, he says so, but nobody seems to know much about him. He purchased a place on the point and last summer bought this scout patrol from the navy. The boat is even now sometimes taken for a U. S. Navy boat, because he did not paint it another color. It is----oh!” And he broke oil in the middle of his sentence. Two men had appeared on the deck and were removing the funnel. 'This done, a mast was raised in its place. The canvas pavilion and deck chairs on the after-deck were removed. A black tarpaulin covered the clean decks and some greasy looking barrels rolled into view. 'I he yachting flags were removed. The dainty cur- tains disappeared from the cabin and fish nets and lobster pots were placed around it in such a fashion as to completely change its appearance. “Oh!” exclaimed Marjorie; “1 wonder why they did that! I’ve wondered how they did it before, because usually it seemed to change ’way .ut where I couldn’t make out what was happen- ing ” Bui her companion was staring grimly at the vessel. Turning to Marjorie suddenly, he said: “They can’t have seen us. and I’d rather they wouldn’t. Let us go down behind that rock.” Marjorie said nothing, but quietly slipped down from the boulder and started toward the road. She did not think of the boat again—her thoughts had quickly turned to other things. The following day she did not go to the rocks, but attended a tennis tournament, and for two days she had not seen Jack Martin. One morning nearly a week later, with her mail she was handed an envelope marked “U. S. internal Revenue Office. Private business.” Miss Luella, sitting opposite, saw Marjorie scan the letter, then slowly read it through, a puzzled expression on her face, which gave way to a smile. Her eyes glistened as she passed the letter to her aunt, who read:— My dear Miss Loew: YVc are writing this to thank you for the ser- vice you have just rendered your government. Lieut. Martin reported to us your discovery of the “Wild Goose.” For us it was a wild goose chase for a while, as we had our detectives sta- tioned in the wrong place. Operated by a well known group of law- breakers, who have managed to evade the hand of the law they were breaking, these men have carried on a thriving business, smuggling into this country forbidden and also highly taxed goods. 'Phe boat left Canada as a pleasure acht. but as a yacht would not deposit a cargo; they found it to their convenience to change into a fishing smack. Their daily cargo met the Bar I larbor express to New York, and for a long time we have been unable to trace the source of Mippiy. Thanking you again for your aid. I remain. Yours truly. Major J. S. Colby. A lengthy explanation was necessary for Mar- jorie’s aunt, and after she was satisfied Marjorie asked at the desk for Mr. Jack Martin. “He left Friday evening in a hurry.” said the clerk, “but he left the message that if a certain young lady should ask for him he would be back Thursday evening.”

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JO SOM KKVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR A Summer See Agnes Mongan, 1922 T was at the end of New York’s winter season. No more social affairs were being held in the city, instead the society columns of the papers which usually gave descrip- tions of “brilliant social affairs” were naming prominent women as having closed their town houses and left to spend the summer season at liar Harbor or elsewhere. Marjorie Loew for the first time was inter- ested in the Bar Harbor notices. She was a typi- cal American girl of nineteen, medium height, with dark brown hair which had a tendency to curl, laughing brown eyes, and the rosy cheeks of a gir! who enjoyed outdoor exercise. She was a thoroughly modern young person, much to the dismay of her maiden aunt. Miss Loew. The Loews lived in one of the conservative homes on West 59th Street. New York. Marjorie’s father, a broker, was a comfortably wealthy man who was very little known except in his own business connections and then as a quiet man but one with an excellent business head. His wife had died when Marjorie was eight and his prim sister had come to live with him. Much as she had tried to change Marjorie’s ways, she had failed, and now that young lady had finished her second year at a college where she was learn- ing how to run a house, to her aunt’s horror for anv young girl to have such foolish ideas. It was a rainy Saturday morning of the last- week in June, as Marjorie was reading the paper and saw the Bar Harbor notices. Raising her eyes from the paper she asked: “Aunt Luella, have you ever been to Bar Harbor?” And that lady had replied: “Why, no. Marjorie, of course not.” “Well, you are going there soon.” And in less than a week Marjorie and her aunt were established in a Bar Harbor hotel for the summer. Marjorie had taken her own low hung car, and as it terrified her Aunt Luella to drive with her, she was usually seen alone. The town of Bar Harbor is unique. If you arc there for a stay, you are either a wealthy “rusticator” or a native. The road which circles the island of Mt. Desert is bordered by beautiful summer estates looking out to sea. Several large lintels accommodate the summer visitors. On the main street arc branch stores and the inevitable “movie” theatre. In the morning there is plenty to do, but the whole town seems deserted in the early afternoon. Marjorie was an active young girl and she did not wish to stay about the town at this time, so she fell into the habit of riding out every afternoon along the beautiful shore drive, hiding her car in the bushes off the road and sitting for hours on the great rocks listening to the surf and watching the sea. Sometimes she brought a book, but compared to the graceful flying of the gulls, who swooped down, occasionally, to catch a fish, or the thun- dering of the surf against the red cliffs, the book was uninteresting. Day after day found her comfortably established on the rocks, and grad- ually she began to recognize the boats that passed; the smaller pleasure craft, the fishing smacks and the schooners coming to and from the Grand Banks. One boat puzzled her. As it rounded the point into Frenchman’s Bay it seemed to be a pleasure yacht, but as it grew nearer its appearance was that of a fishing smack. One day she brought with her a power- ful pair of binoculars and gazed steadfastly at the entrance to Frenchman’s Bay. So intent was she that a shift of wind went by unnoticed, as did a gray line that gathered on the horizon, and as it grew larger, turned into a heavy fog. A boat finally appeared, and Marjorie had only time to notice it was a private yacht, when it was swallowed up by the fog. For a while she sat gazing dreamily, only to find, with a start, that she. too. was enveloped in the fog. which had calmed the waves and increased the power of sound. The sound she heard, however, was not the rolling of surf, as it had been an hour ago. bli- the steady chug chug of a gasoline motor. She stood poised on a rock, when a rift in the fog showed her a familiar gray fishing smack head- ing unconsciously for the rocks. Marjorie uttered a piercing scream. She saw two startled figures look up and the water churned into white foam as its forward motion was hastily checked. She fled to the road, started her car. and. as a vent to her nervous feelings, drove to the hotel in a reckless fashion, miraculously escaping a collision. Miss Loew was quite as excited as Marjorie, and very anxious to know what had happened.

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12 SOM E K VILLE HIGH SC HOOL RADIATOR An assembly of the juniors and Sophomores was held preceding- the subscription campaign in behalf of the Radiator. As the assembly hall is not commodious enough this year to hold the entire student body at one time, it was thought advisable to call only the undergraduates to- gether. Mr. Avery opened the assembly with a few explanatory words, and. advising its support, turned the meeting over to the editor-in-chief, Wilbur Stanley, lie spoke, in a general way, of the needs of the paper and the necessity of having the cordial support of the school. Miss Merrill, faculty adviser of the Radiator, spoke on the sub- ject of supporting the paper, illustrating her point by an anecdote. Mr. Hosmer. faculty treasurer, and Homer Rowe, business manager, spoke concerning the financial situation of the Radiator and the need of subscriptions in the coming campaign. A football mass meeting was held in the Assembly Hall preceding the first league game. Cambridge Latin vs. Somerville High. Mr. Sears officiated, presenting the following- speakers: Mr. Aver. Mr. Pearson. Captain Kelli- her and Mr. Averv. Coach yer. the first speaker, told of the high spirit the team was showing on the gridiron. He stated that lie had four teams in operation, with everv player trying his best to “make” the first team. He also said that the team would fight hard to win. but if they lost, no excuses were wanted. Mr. Pearson, the financial secretary, explained the need of more subscriptions to the Athletic Association, lie explained that members of the Athletic Association are entitled to discount cards which enable the bearer to purchase athletic supplies at a discount. Captain Kelliber made a lengthy speech of about two lines, which was right to the point. He spoke for the team, saying that they would do their best on the gridiron, hut that they wanted support from the school in the shape of large and noisy cheering sections at all of the games. Mr. Avery closed the meeting, saying a few words ad' ising a hearty support of the team by the student body. The Somerville High School Orchestra has been reorganized this year. Lawrence Daggett has been appointed orchestra leader; Hilding Pearson, concert master, and Elizabeth Newton, secretary. The orchestra is already “in full swing” under the guidance of Mr. McVcy. assisted by Miss Hurd. There are over fifty members, which is the largest orchestra the school has ever had. A large assortment of instruments have been obtained, composed of the following: Violin, viola, violoncello, bass, flute, clarinet, oboe, saxo- phone. cornet, trumpet, melophonc. trombone, drum, tympani and piano. A brass quartet, composed of members of the orchestra, has been formed. They are: Cleon Hopkins, leader (cornet); Atherton Witham (cornet). Stanley Tribe «Trombone). Leslie Thompson (trombone). Without doubt, the orchestra has the material with which to make itself the best possible.