Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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20 SOM ERYTLLK HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 1922 Charles G. Daniels, Editor Walter V. Robinson, Assistant Editor Classmates, this is OCR LAST YEAR. Wc have elected our oflicers and are already for the homestretch. Let’s all get together and make the ('lass of 1922 a class that will never he for- gotten to the school. It is our duty, as we are now at the head of the school, and also of the Radiator Notes Column, to set an example to our underclassmates In- coming to the front in all our activities. The class election resulted as follows:—■ President—Lemuel J. Rogers. Vice-President—Alice L. McGrath. Secretary—Elinor P. Martin. Treasurer—Harold C. Quail. Editor—Charles G. Daniels. Assistant Editor—-Walter V. Robinson. Congratulations, officers; now let’s GO!! Lost A perfectly good cuff link belonging to Jim Powers. Finder please return or come and buy the mate. Ella—“Whv is a clock like a vain, pretty young lady?” Mildred— That’s over my head.” Ella—“Because it’s all face and figure, has no head to speak of. is very hard to stop after it is wound up. and has a striking way of calling attention to itself every hour of the day.” Grace—“I saw an interesting game of ball yesterday.” John—“Who was playing?” Grace—“The washerwomen at the hotel were playing scrub.” “Y aiter. this coffee tastes like mud.” “Well, it was ground this morning, sir.” Wanted!! Short stories and notes for this column. No experience necessary. Apply to Editor. Room 104. or Assistant. Room 110. If the Orchestra. Glee Clubs and Debating teams arc represented by Seniors as is the foot- ball team, we may look forward to some good work. Seniors on the football team Captain Kelliher Marmaud Caldcroni Campbell M cKelvey Sandstrom MacPhail Eldridge Bucklev Shea Goodwin Albrecht Yacubian Sullivan Hopkins McCarthy Coyle Fuller Wells So They Say Well Handled—The pump. How to Grow Fat—Breed hogs. A Trimming Store—The barber shop. Light Work—The gas man’s. The Worst Thing Out—Out of cash. Where to Recover Yourself -The tailor shop. A Man of Some Account—The bookkeeper. Shaky Business—Playing with dice. Don’t forget to hand in notes!! J. Br--cn was “back to school” recently. He hopes to play quarter-back next year. Hero—“What’s in a name?” Comedian— Vowels and consonants.” Have you heard of the new “Frat”? A-skS Robinson. O. C. D. is the name.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH had showed while braving the perils of No Man's I-and. “Fight and fight hard.”’ was the motto of the teams, and they did. The contest waxed hot and furious in the opening quarter and ended with the ball in the centre of the field in Union’s ] ossession. A close observer of the game, after witnessing the two elevens fight so splendidly in the initial quarter with neither showing an advantage over the other, might have declared that the contest would end scoreless, but the “breaks” of tin- game must alwavs be considered. In this case the Union team got the first break. It was an unusual occurrence, and a hard blow to the Essex team and its supporters. The Union quarter had signalled to a fleet end lor a forward. The pigskin, however, never reached its destination, for an alert Essex lines- man blocked the pass. In the act of blocking the pass, the linesman stumbled and the ball, strik- ing him in the chest, bounced off into the arms of a Union half-back, who, quick to grasp the situa- tion. started to sprint with an open field ahead of him. and before the bewildered F.ssex players could realize it. a six point lead had been chalked up against them. They had been scored upon for the first time that season by an opposing eleven. A bit chagrined, nevertheless accepting the shock like true sportsmen, the Essex eleven lined up under their goal posts, 'midst the deafening cheering of the spectators. The Union captain. Hushed by the unexpected touchdown and doubtlessly rattled by the reigning confusion, missed the goal and so the score stood at six. The elevens lined up a gam and the battle waged evenly. The half ended with Union holding their six point lead. The intermission was gladly welcomed by the tired players. Coach Edwards, undismayed by the score against his charges, lectured to them calmly and encouraged them in everv way. The third quarter found Essex fighting the best battle of its career and Union defending its goal valiantly. The massive red-jerseyed backs pounded the Union line incessantly, and Captain Saunders, the Essex quarter, using all his strategy to pilot his eleven to victory, received- round after round of applause for his brilliant', ■clashing plays. The period ended with I nion holding their fierce rivals on the forty-yard line. The last quarter, the Essex mentor played down his best cards and pinned his hopes in tin- ability of his men to come through. It was time for the stonewall line of Union to crumble. Reserves were rushed in on both sides to strengthen the weaker spots in the opposing grid machines. SCHOOL RADIATOR 19 Essex started a last march with the ball in its possession. A series of brilliantly executed for- ward passes gained precious ground, and the heavy line plunging of the red jerseys began to tell and netted yard after yard. The Union line • altered! Essex had the ball on the twenty-five yard line. 1 he supreme moment had come; a secret play which Edwards had told Saunders to save until the last was about to be used. Captain Saunders gave the signals and received the ball. 1 he Essex linesmen fell back as if by magic in a double line, the backs rushed forward and Saunders in ; Hash was completely surrounded bv Ins fellow players. The body id players advanced speedily like a red phaianx and crushed the Union line. The plucky Union players rallied and. holding on tenaciously, split up the body-guard and brought Saunders to earth on the ten-yard stripe. Edwards’ wonder play had counted for twenty big yards, but it was only gained at a great cost, for several moments afterwards it was discov- ered that Saunders had wrenched his ankle severely in the triumphant rush. It was a stag- gering blow to the hopes of the Essex eleven. A moment ago victory was imminent, now defeat was inevitable. The morale of the Essex boys was crushed when they saw their gallant leader being assisted to the sidelines. Then his successor, the diminutive Lee Castle- ton. ran to take his place. The spectators gasped ip astonishment on seeing the midget. It seemed incredible that the little fellow could do anything among his tall and heavy comrades. This was a battle of giants, and everyone failed to see how Castleton would fit in the gruelling struggle. He was greeted sullenly by the tired, groggy Essex players, while the Union men grinned and took the change as a joke. There were three scant minutes left to play when the teams lined up. The crowds figured it would be all over in a few rushes. Castleton, cool and determined, fully understanding the feelings of his fellow players, went to work with one view in mind, that being to win his letter hon- orably hi the eyes of ail his companions. “11 17- 23-34-50.” The little quarter was harking the signals in a snappy fashion and it was as good as a tonic t the red jerseys. lie repeated the signals calling for a forward pass to the right end. The play, to the surprise of all. netted live yards. They were in the shadow of the goal posts now. and the next play was a decisive one. I he Essex players, sweating with excitement, and fighting doggedly, expected Castleton to give the ball to one of the big backs and make a final eflfori to break clean through (Continued on Page 22.)

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 21 Ham—“Who was the first whistler, and what was his tuner” Lggs—“The wind, when he whistled 'Over the hills and far away.' ” Hi—“Why is a man who does not bet as bad its one who does?” Low—“Because lie is no better.” Things to Notice Finklestein's hot-dogs. Spear’s new hat. Golden’s green socks. MacElroy’s bashfu 1 ness. 1 lanslick's haircomb. Adams’ smile—A1 Grant’s curl. How long is a Chinaman? ? ? 1923 John Holmes, Editor Stanley Teele, Assistant Editor J he editors of the junior class column wish to make their department in the 1921-22 issues of the Radiator large, bright and interesting. Only their hard work plus constant support from the witty members of the class can do that. Both editors sit in Room 213. Popular Indcor Sports Leaning against the wall outside 213. Getting money for the Radiator. Athletics, ■etc. Keeping quiet in the corridor. Wondering about the coming seventh period, 'hhe 50-yard dash across the balcony between periods. Avoiding stepping on sophomores. Eating. “So you’re a stoker this year.” “A stoker? On what?” “The Radiator, of course.” Nearly time for an announcement concerning the Junior Play, classmates. Be ready to try for a part. The May issue of the Radiator will be . the Junior number. Simpson—“Where are you going?” • Wells—“No place.” Paul—“You must be going some place.” John—“No, I’m not. Pm coming back.” “Whv did he go to the dance without an invita- tion?”' “To see why he wasn’t invited. “I’ve noticed that Charlie has a suit of clothes for every dav in the week.” “ by. he always has the same suit on.” Well, that’s the one.” Miracles: Ward’s neckties; a perfect Latin recitation; Elizabeth Stewart making a mistake; a soph using his own door; some people get- ting t school on time; the school car not jammed. “What were von up to last night?” “Twelve o’clock.” The results of the Junior elections, held in the hail October 13. were as follows: Edward Hall, president: Fayette Haskell, vice-president: Dor- othy Lawson, secretary; Harry Hurley, treas- urer; John Holmes, editor; Stanley Teele, assistant editor. The 1923 Club, a small club of Junior boys, began its 1921-22 season with a meeting and good time at the home of the president. Last year’s officers were re-elected, who are: J. Holmes, president: ). Kaup. vice-president; J. Ford, treasurer: F. Rogers, secretary. Mr. Tuttle is faculty adviser. A dance and reunion will be held under the auspices of the Class of 1920 of the Western Junior High School, in High School Hall, November 17, 1921. at 8 P. M. 1924 Dorothy Cragin, Editor (Pro Tcm) A Word from the Sophomores The summer vacation is over, A new school year has begun: The Sophomore Class of eight-hundred , Is ready for work to be done. We know we are young, green and flighty And ours is an uphill way. But copy the Juniors and Seniors And surely we sha’n’t go astray. (?)