Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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219152 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR ALICE HOWARD SPAULDING After graduating in the first class to receive diplomas from Somerville English High School, Alice Howard Spaulding, 1896, entered Tufts College. While at Tufts, Miss Spaulding was active in the musical organizations, in the Alpha Kappa Gamma Sorority, and was the second president of the All Round Club, an as- sociation of girls intended to further the in- terests of all girls irrespective of sorority lines. At her graduation in 1900 Miss Spaulding re- ceived the degree of A. B., with highest honors in French, and honorable mention in English and music, and she composed the music for the Class Ode. The next September Miss Spaulding was first and only assistant in the High School in Edgartown, Mass., where she taught English, Latin, French, German, Astronomy and Geol- ogy,—after the fashion of novices in the pro- fession. The next year she accepted a posi- tion in the Fitchburg High School as teacher of English and Latin. She remained there for 7 three years, leaving to accept a similar posi- tion in the Brookline High School, where she has taught ever since. Miss Spaulding has been at the head of the English department in Brookline for ten years, during which time the department has grown from four teachers to thirteen. During this time also, Miss Spaulding has studied at Rad- cliffe, and been granted the degree of A. M. She has been closely associated with the 47 Workshop since its founding. She has lec- tured frequently before women’s clubs on sub- jects connected with the theatre and drama. In addition she has for three summers con- ducted courses in drama, play production and play writing at the Summer School of English at Middlebury College, located at Bread Loaf, Vermont. Here she has been associated with such well-known writers as Grace Hazard Conkling, Robert Frost, Willa Cather. The plan of having weekly assemblies with an outside speaker is to be continued this year. Not all the school will hear each speaker but certain groups will be called to the hall each week. The assemblies are an aid to edu- cation. A broadening influence, a glimpse of other sides of life, a breaking down of the lines of a school boy or girl’s narrow world. All this is education. Somerville is represented by a light fighting football team. They have the spirit and deter- mination to win. They may be defeated, but there is the glory and honor of a clean, hard- fought game even in defeat. The student body of Somerville High School apparently does not take this view. It is extremely difficult to get a cheer when the team is losing. 1923, change this. Appear at games and cheer for the team. It’s your first and best chance to show you’re alive as a senior class. 1924, give us a glimpse of what you’re going to do next year. 1925, start in the right direction by getting school spirit now. ic :s?3

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6 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR The Radiator welcomes to the school the newcomers, both teachers and pupils, and trusts that the year will be a happy and pros- perous one for all. Seniors, this is your year! The year you have been working toward for two long years. Make the most of it! Join the Debating So- cieties, the Orchestra, the Glee Clubs or any of the various organizations of the school. Get into something. Do something. And above all, Seniors, keep up your studies. 1923 has not been noted for its high standard in studies. Let’s turn over a new leaf and make this senior class the best that ever graduated from Somerville High School. The class of 1922 was a remarkable class in many respects other than size. It had school spirit and class spirit to a remarkable extent. It backed every activity to the limit and this readily accounts for 1922’s enviable record of achievement. 1923, we have a standard to live up to and if possible, to surpass. It is a high standard in- deed, but will 1923 admit that 1922 was su- perior not only in quantity but in quality? If not, get a little of 1922’s enthusiasm and spirit, and achieve this year on a larger scale than any previous class. The Radiator needs stories, good, -clever stories. This is one field in which, the .under- classes can take equal part with the seniors. It is an honor to have a story accepted. Re- gard it as such. It takes brains to write a good short story. Show us that you have the brains. If you aspire to a place on the Radiator your senior year, bring your name signed to a good story to our attention. It will help. We publish, as our leading article this month, an account of an honored graduate of the Somerville High School. We appreciate Miss Spaulding’s kindness in granting our re- quest for permission to publish her record. She has brought honor to the school. We point to her record with pride, and commend it for inspiration and example to the present students of the school. “Yea ho! Blow the man down!” If the boys had as much enthusiasm plus good tone in the music hour, wouldn’t Mr. McVey be startled. The Radiator extends its congratulations to the various newly-elected class officers and assures them of its co-operation. We are very pleased to print in this issue a picture of the Technology buildings at which so many Somerville graduates have matricu- lated.

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8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR The Two Roads By Kenneth A. MacLeod, 1923. OUR ideas of success may sound very well to a dreamer, but this hard, cold world has no room for the foolish theories of an idealist. Only too late, when you are old, and poverty holds you in its iron grasp, will you realize the truth of my state- ments ’ sneered young Anthony Davison as he addressed James Grant, one of his classmates, while they slowly crossed the campus of a small Western college in which they were both mem- bers of the senior class. Davison turned and regarded his companion with a long, steady glance before he answered. “The proof of the pudding is in the eating,” he finally returned half humorously. “However, I wish you the best of luck.” With that the two parted, each starting off in his own direction. And in truth it was a final parting, for it marked the point where each was to follow his own chosen path in life in guest of success and prosperity. Davison was soon to enter his father’s great manufacturing establishment of Howland Davison. Grant was intending to pursue a medical course. It was seventeen years later. In the clear, cool air of an early morning of July, just as the sun rose above the dull rolling stretches of the great plains, the “Imperial Limited,” a long train of heavy cars, slowly drew into the sta- tion in a small group of plain, dun-colored buildings that form the village of Bassano, Al- berta. As she came to a full stop a tall, heav- ily-built man of some forty years stepped from the train and slowly paced up and down the platform, idly watching some cow-punchers en- gaged in loading cattle on cars nearby. He had an exceptionally strong face with well- shaped, regular features, yet a curious, cruel glint in his grey eyes, and a cynical sneer that curled his lips gave him a rather cold and re- pulsive appearance. He was dressed in finely- tailored clothes of fashionable cut and ap- peared to be a man of wealth and good social standing. “Hello, Davison! I hardly expected to see you here,” said a voice behind him. The man whirled in his tracks and regarded the other with a cold, appraising glance. He beheld a man of about his own age, of middle height, broad shouldered and muscular, who wore a plain brown suit of rough texture and a broad- brimmed grey felt hat, that somewhat shaded his deeply-tanned face. “Don’t you know me, Davison, old boy?” he asked, as he cordially extended his hand to the other. “I guess I do,” answered the other laconi- cally, as he took the proffered hand, “yet I hardly expected to find you out here.” And as he looked at Grant an expression of ill-con- cealed contempt appeared on his features that did not escape unnoticed. “From appearances I should judge that you have prospered,” remarked Grant, as the two walked along the platform together. “Yes, the world gives freely to all those who are determined to win. That has been the slogan of my life and in it I have found suc- cess, and all that success implies, power, wealth, luxury and social position. You always stubbornly argued against my ideas, Grant, but from appearances I think that you should see your error now.” “Oh, no!” countered the other. “It is true,” with a glance at his shabby clothes, “that I may appear somewhat under the weather, but appearances are sometimes deceitful, you know. It is true that I lack wealth and luxury, yet I feel that I am getting infinitely more out of life at the present time than yourself.” “Yet you foolishly remain in this dilapidated town that forms but a veritable dot on the sur- rounding prairie and waste your life among ignorant farmers and ranchers, while in an eastern city where you could move in high social circles you could gain fame and a good income,” returned Davison sarcastically. “For my services here I receive sufficient means to secure a comfortable living and also to save a little for the proverbial rainy day. As 1 travel on my rounds over these measureless plains with their waving fields of wheat or as I look over the wide stretches of open range with their herds of grazing cattle, and the more I come in contact with the rugged race of real men and women that inhabit this ter- ritory, the greater is my fascination for the country and the greater is my appreciation of what life holds in store for me. I may never achieve fame in the sense to which you allude, but 1 have already gained the respect and friendship of hundreds of rugged outdoor men, scattered all the way from Moose Jaw to Rev-