Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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14 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR m mam An enthusiastic mass meeting was held Friday, October 20, in the interests of the Radi- ator. Stirring addresses were made by Mrs. Topliff and Mr. Hosmer, faculty treasurer of the staff. Donald Miller, S. H. S., 1921, Tufts, 1925, former business manager of the Radiator, and now manager of the Tufts Weekly, came over to help the cause for which he had done so much while in the high school. Mr. Miller plainly showed, not only interest in the Radiator, but power to reach all hearts through that interest; this with “dollar bill” proved a magnet which drew plentiful sub- scriptions. We are greatly indebted to you, Donald, come again. TEA FOR MISS BRADFORD Miss Blanche M. Bradford was recently the guest at a tea given at the Normal Art School. Miss Bradford spoke before the senior teacher class on “The Art Work of the Somerville High School,” and illustrated it with specimens of the work. GIRLS’ DEBATING SOCIETY The first meeting of the Girls’ Debating Society was held on October 20, 1922. Mem- bers of the Boys’ Debating Society were judges. We are desirous of increasing the member- ship. All girls are eligible. Seniors: Join this important school activity. Remember you should set a good example. Juniors: Next year you will manage the so- ciety. Prepare now to do it well. Sophs: Now that you are members of the Senior High School, join its societies. This year’s officers are: Kathleen O’Brien, president; Dorothy Obear, vice-president; Grace Figved, secretary: Mrs. Card, faculty. K. H. O’Brien, President. BOYS’ DEBATING SOCIETY The Boys’ Debating Society, hampered by two years of idleness, has the task to regain, this year, the honorable place that it should hold in the school. This is no unfounded state- ment. In the past two years various mis- fortunes have reduced the society from debat- ing supremacy to oblivion, from a powerful or- ganization to a meagre gathering, from the glory gained in achievement to the ridicule found in failure. These years of inaction are past. The same obstacles remain to be sur- mounted by Somerville spirit. Somerville spirit in this case means intelligent support. The coaches and officers are doing more than their share. Plans have been made, and ap- proved by Mr. Avery, for outside debates with prominent schools by a bigger and better Boys’ Debating Society. If the society is not forth- coming neither can the debates be. Every boy of any taste for debating should join and sup- port the society. Think it over. THE SENIOR-JUNIOR PLAY For a long time the feeling has been grow- ing that the annual play of the Somerville High School should be presented by the Senior Class and not by the Junior. This year the first step in the change will be made. The play will be presented by the combined Senior and Junior classes and the proceeds divided evenly between the classes. The try-outs for the play were held October 26 and 30.

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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.)

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 15 1st Senior: “Why the black eye, old man?” 2nd Senior: “I told a man he had a funny looking fist.” 1st Senior: “Well?” 2nd Senior: “He poked fun at me.” Professor: “I wish now to tax your memory.” Voice from the rear: “Has it come to that?” $ $ $ There was a thin maiden called Rena, Who worked with a vacuum cleaner; But she got in the way Of the suction one day, Since which date no one has seen her. Nearly everybody has a well-developed bump of curiosity. And what does it lead to? •uMop apisdn aSsd aq; 3u;u.m; o; spea[ ast?D siq; ui ‘ qA Downstairs in the kitchen his mother was struggling with the supper fire. “Tommy,” said his mother, “fetch me a stick of wood.” “Ah, mother,” replied Tommy, “the gram- matical portion of your education has been sadly neglected. You should say: ‘Thomas, my son, transport from the recumbent collection of combustible material on the threshold of this edifice one of those curtailed excrescences of defunct log!’ ” Daughter: “Jim was the very goal of my ambition, but----” Mother: “But what?” Daughter: “Father kicked the goal.” ❖ Were it not For this sweet verse There’d be a joke here Ten times worse. Maiden: “Don’t you think Life Savers are thrilling?” Youth: “Yes, they often take my breath away.” ate Senior: “What do you think of the Turkish atrocities?” Soph: “I don’t know. I don’t smoke.” “Money is not at the bottom of everything,” sighed J. Hayward as he plunged his hands in his pockets. y.: “Can I hold your Palm Olive?” “Not on your Life Buoy.” “Then my Lux against me.” —School Life. “Raining Pitchforks” is pretty bad, but when it comes to “hailing street cars,” it’s rather rough weather. —School Life. I thought I saw a mass of green, And gazed intently on the scene, When, quickly looking through a glass, I simply saw the Sophomore class! ! He took her for an ice cream treat, His pretty blue-eyed Sal, But fainted when he saw the sign, “Cream, ninety cents a gal.” ’Tis said that a certain young Mr. Met a girl in the dark—straightway Kr. But it gave him a fright When he found in the light She turned out to be only his Sr.