Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR With Members of the Faculty This Summer R. AVERY took many auto trips and toured New Hampshire and Pennsylvania. Mr. Tuttle made an extended automobile trip through New Hampshire, Maine and Quebec, including visits to the White Mountains, St. Anne de Beaupre, Mon- treal and Lake Champlain. Mrs. Topliff visited Philadelphia and Valley Forge. Mrs. Card enjoyed a seven-weeks’ camping trip in the wilds of Canada. She lived in a tent, traveled by canoe, cooked over a campfire and in general lived the simple life. Miss Welch made the trans-Atlantic trip in company with Miss Porter and Miss Giles. Their tour included Holland, Belgium, Italy, Switzerland and the battlefields of France. Mr. Hosmer was at Ocean Park, Maine, and there enjoyed a new experience, deep sea fish- ing. One seven-pound pollock caught in a morning’s work. Miss Lyle spent five weeks in lumber camps on shores of the Bay of Fundy where there was but one train a day and Indians were a com- mon sight. Miss Saunders made a five-weeks’ trip through the White Mountains and Canada. She climbed Mt. Washington in a Dodge car. Miss Burnham toured the West, taking in Yellowstone Park, Rocky Mountain Park and Glacier Mountain Park. At the latter she en- joyed some horse-back riding. Mr. Plantinga spent the summer at Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. Miss Harvey was at summer school at the University of Maine. Mr. Sears spent the summer on a farm in Charlemont, four miles from the Mohawk Trail. Miss Joel took an automobile trip through New York and the Great Lake region. Miss Bell studied psychology at Harvard, specializing in character analysis and mental gymnastics. Miss Cunningham visited the Catskills and Green Mountains. Miss Brown spent the summer at Penobscot Bay. Miss MacDuflie was in the White Mountains. Mr. Mahoney had complete charge of the Somerville Playgrounds. Miss Teele kept house. Miss Arrington studied at Harvard Summer School. Mr. Colman raised potatoes. Mr. Sprague worked all summer. Mr. Hayward taught summer school. Miss Newborg was at the Ocean View House, Block Island. Mr. De Cellos was at Hampton Beach. Miss Woodbury was at the beach at Quincy, Mass. Miss Bradford played nurse, sketched and drove an automobile. Miss Tuell industriously pursued rest and enjoyed “a book and a sunny nook.” Miss Merrill and Miss Batt spent the sum- mer in Concord and Methuen and incidentally tutored with a Ford Sedan. Both “passed.” “TO THE SWIFT . . ” (Continued from Page 10.) The teams were lined up and Bob called the signal, a quarterback run. He received the ball and sped around the end, with excellent in- terference, five yards—ten yards, finally the goal posts loomed up before him. Then the strained leg began to slow him down, and al- lowed the swift Trenton quarterback to over- take him and bring him down on the ten-yard line by a hard and sure tackle. Bob pulled him- self to his feet, his mind made up. In his heart he knew that, although the Rathtun supporters were wildly cheering his name, he had failed them, for that long run of his which had car- ried the ball to within scoring distance should have carried it to a score. When he had slowed down he had lost the score; had a fresher man been there he would have made it. Probably in the next couple of plays the ball would be pushed over. Well, he had forfeited his chance, Alton was right, he should have given way to a fresher man before. Before the cheering had ceased he walked to the referee and reported quietly, “Spence out,” then jogged to the side lines. The spec- tators were amazed. “Can it be that Spence is quitting, apparently uninjured, merely because he has been tackled hard?” they asked one another. Bob’s face burned. Did they think that he would quit when before him lay the chance for which he had been praying his en- tire college career, of being the cause of a vic- tory over the famous Trenton team. Well, it was all in the game, and —

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 11 THE STUDENTS’ COUNCIL This is to serve as a statement of the aims and ideals of the Council and as a plea for “Honor and Progress.” For the benefit of first-year pupils we will give a brief summary of the Council’s organi- zation. The Students’ Council consists of the four officers of all three classes: Floor proc- tors, elected by the room proctors and serving as their head, and two members of the faculty, Mr. Mahoney and Miss Browne. The president of the Senior Class automatically becomes the president of the Council. All members- have full and equal privileges of debate and voting. The wide scope of the Council’s activities may be shown by a general resume of last year’s business. The Council adopted a plan for better filing to relieve the congestion in the corridors, conducted assemblies, assisted in campaigns, acted as a reception committee and ushers at school functions. The Council does not desire to manage the affairs or to dictate the policies of the school. In truth it possesses only the power of sug- gestion to the headmaster and influence among the students. All achievements of the Council have resulted from the co-operation of the students and the faculty. The Council aims to be the connecting link between the head- master, the faculty, and the student body. To upper classmen: You are familiar with the work that the Council has done. Help and carry through its plans in the future as loyally and well as you have done in the past. To first-year students: Become acquainted and interested in the activities of the Council. To the entire student body as a whole: Choose as your proctors, those whom you believe best fitted to carry on the work of the Council. Always regard the Council as YOUR organi- zation, formed to look after YOUR welfare and striving for the best interest of YOUR school. Receive and carry out its suggestions, knowing that they have been offered by a body com- posed of YOUR classmates, attempting to solve YOUR school problems. THE LIBRARY DEPARTMENT Once again, with the opening number of the Radiator, football and other school activities are enthusiastically reviewed and planned and equally as enthusiastically read. But there is another part of the school life which pertains to the cultural side—books—which ought also to be viewed with a great deal of interest by the student body. As our school library is typical of many other libraries in the country—and we hope it is a little better than most—it is fitting here to mention the first public library in the United States. It is quite generally known that Benjamin Franklin established the first public library. The circumstances, however, are interesting, and may be found in the “Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin.” Franklin belonged to a club in Philadelphia called the Junto Club in which was held many discussions under various topics. The members collected all their books in the clubroom to aid in reference work, but the books did not receive proper care and the plan was soon abandoned. However, it pro- duced an idea in Franklin’s mind, and in 1731 he began subscriptions for the first public li- brary. From this small beginning has followed the countless libraries scattered over our land, even our own much prized Somerville Public Library. Of this latter we are privileged to have a branch within our High School with a librarian who gives aid and instruction in its use. Each Sophomore English class is required to spend one period a week in the library to receive instruction from the librarian on the general use of the library. Miss Woodbury, our school librarian, is now devoting all of her time to the school, having been employed by the school department in- stead of on part time by the Public Library. Here is a list of books the librarian recom- mends:— The Honorable Peter Stirling, by Ford. The Light That Failed, Kipling. Colonel Carter of Cartersville, F. H. Smith. Monsieur Beaucaire, Tarkington. The Virginian, Wister. How many have you read? Dorothy Obear.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR “Boy,” said Mr. Alton, quietly dropping be- side him, “I’ve seen many a gritty thing done in football, and many a sacrifice made, but yours was the greatest deed and the greatest sacrifice of them all. Your school should and will be proud of you for it. Now,” adopting a more business-like tone, “let’s attend to that leg. I used to have quite a knack with ‘Foot- ball legs.’ ” With this he began massaging Bob’s leg, talking cheerily all the while. “How’s it feel now?” “Much better.” “That’s fine. The game isn’t over yet. That substitute of yours isn’t much of a quarter- back. In two rushes he’s managed to lose ten yards. He—Oh, Lord!” The substitute quarterback had fumbled the ball and a Trenton end, cutting in, had recov- ered it and reached Rathtun’s twenty-yard line before he was downed. Then the quarter ended. “Bob,” exhorted Mr. Alton, in the middle of the last period, “that substitute is worthless, tired out. Go back there and win this game! Remember, it’s the last quarter that you’ll ever play for the college!” Bob dashed out on the field feeling, thanks to the massage and encouragement, as if his leg had never been injured, and that he was precisely the one to win the game. His return put new life into the team. It held so firmly that Trenton was unable to gain an inch through the line and finally resorted to a forward pass. Bob saw it start, leaped for it, and gathered it in on his ten-yard line. He ran wide around the Trenton end as was his favorite way. The Trenton fullback was left far behind, a halfback missed him by inches, the only man near him was the fleet Trenton quar- terback who had outrun and tackled him be- fore. “A-good-fresh-man,” thought Bob grimly as he pounded across the fifty-yard line with his opponent tearing along after him, “can-always- outrun-a-tired-one. I'm-the-fresher-man.” At the ten-yard line the Trenton man, seeing that he could not overtake him, desperately at- tempted a flying tackle—and missed. Bob, un- hindered, swept across the goal line for victory and the fulfilling of his ambition. At the grand impromptu banquet that night, after the team and its guests had cheered themselves hoarse for everything from their captain down to or, rather, up to the head waiter, another thunderous cheer was given when Bob rose and read this telegram:— “Congratulations. Committee voted Alton 1 Q coach in accordance with your recommenda- tion. “Brent, President, Rathtun A. A.” THE TWO ROADS (Continued from Page 0.) The news of the disaster soon reached New York and foremost among the names of those lost appeared the well-known name of Anthony Davison. His great factories were shut down for a whole day in memory of the president, but it was an empty token of respect, for among his under-paid, struggling employees who labored under unhealthy conditions the sneering remark was passed around that it served the old hypocrite right and that his death was good riddance to the world. His wife donned the customary black for a short time in a vain show of grief, but in less than a year she had married again and Davison was forgotten. Shortly after this time Dr. James Grant had a serious accident and was sent to the hospital in Calgary. Although he was given all the at- tention that medical skill could provide, it soon became evident that he had no chance of re- covery, so the sad news was wired to Bassano, where his friends patiently waited for news of the doctor’s condition. On receiving this mes- sage John Ridgedale, one of the leading ranchers of the country and a close friend of Grant, set out at once for Calgary accompanied by young Dr. Morton, of Glerdien. On reaching the city they immediately pro- ceeded to the hospital and were ushered into the presence of their friend, who greeted them with a smile and a pleasant word of wel- come. They were soon seated at the bedside and the attendant kindly left the room so that they might be alone. “Well, boys, I guess that I haven’t much time left now, but at any rate I am satisfied to go. The man who does his best for the welfare of his fellows and for the progress of the world is after all the only really successful man in life. No matter to what heights of apparent glory a man may reach in the attainment of a selfish ambition, it is at best a transitory state that will eventually vanish into oblivion. No continued progress can be secured either in the life of an individual or a nation without a strong respect and devotion to the principles of Honor and Truth. I have always held the motto of ‘Honor and Progress’ as the guide of my life, and while, in many respects, I have fallen far short of the mark, I can truthfully (Continued on Page 17.)