Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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14 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR The Durfee Hilltop, Fall River.—Your Com- mencement number was especially attractive, because of its class will, history and prophecy. The Southern Bell, Somerville.—Your grad- uation number was exceptionally fine. The page for autographs was very novel. Do come again. The Chatterbox, Auburn, Indiana.—A very newsy little paper, but where is your exchange column ? The Netop, Turners Falls High School.—We like your cover design and your athletic de- partment is exceptionally fine. We note the absence of an exchange column. Grotonian, Groton, Mass.—Your stories are very interesting, but you need a few cuts to add to the attractiveness of your paper. Come again. Red and Black, Whitman High School.—A nice little magazine with good stories. Why not begin a library department? The Palmer, Palmer, Mass.—An excellent paper with fine jokes. Would like to hear from you again. The Spotlight, South Hadley High School.— Your senior number was very interesting, but where are your exchange notes? Echo, Winthrop, Mass.—An excellent paper with fine jokes. Salemica, New Salem Academy.—Your ex- change department is great. Why not have some alumni notes? The Hermonite, Mount Hermon.—Your liter- ary department is good and your jokes clever. Where are your exchange notes? Mirror, Coldwater, Michigan.—Your athletic department is good, but you have too few good stories. Blue and Gold, Malden High School.—A very interesting little paper, but an exchange de- partment would be an improvement. THE TIE THAT BINDS (Continued from Page 13) astonished to see a light shining from the kitchen window. Visions of robbers and of fire flashed through his thoughts as he ran up the steps, but when he opened the front door he heard a voice singing. Was it Margaret’s voice, or was he dreaming? Indeed, it was her voice, for there in the doorway stood Margaret her- self. “Why, my girl, what does this mean?” “I—I couldn’t leave you, Dad, after all.” FOOTBALL SCHEDULE October 6—Lawrence at Somerville. October 12—Somerville at Medford. October 20—Malden at Somerville. October 27—Somerville at Cambridge. November 3—Newton at Somerville. November 10—Everett at Somerville. November 17—Somerville at Brookline. November 29—Somerville at Rindge. 10 A. M. Admission 50c.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 13 Marion DeWitt is at Wheaton College again this year. Herbert Smith and Malcolm Fuller are stu- dents at Boston University. Florence Wilbur, Helen Cunningham and Mary Pendelton are sophomores at Simmons. Ralph Ells and Harold Freeman are at Har- vard College. Leon Yacubian is at Lowell Textile School. James Marmaud is a sophomore at Boston College. Paul Goldstein is at Bentley School. Ruth Hill is employed by the John Hancock Life Insurance Company. Donald Grinnell is at Massachusetts Insti- tute of Technology. Charles Campbell is a student at St. Mary’s Academy. Irving Wells is working with the Edison Electric Company. Malcolm Wilkins is at Tufts College. 1921 Miss Penrose Brown, of the class of 1921, recently graduated from Forsyth-Tufts, win- ning the Fradz Eesinberg memorial prize. The engagement of Katharyn Buck and Theodore Higgins was recently announced. Hortense Sheldon and Mary Nolan are juniors at Emerson College. Mary Ranton, Radcliffe, 1925, has been awarded a scholarship. George Megathlin, Harold Stevens and John Garrod are at Dartmouth College. Hazel Freeman is a junior at Radcliffe Col- lege. Beatrice Sweet is teaching violin. 1920 Marjorie MacPhee and Herbert Campbell were married last month. Edward Cook and Lawrence Maddison are at Tufts College. f 1919 Leone Warren, Simmons, 1923, is employed by the American Telephone and Telegraph Company. Francis E. Biller, Somerville High School, 1919; Boston University, 1923, is teaching at the Western Junior High School. 1918 Beatrice Savage, Jackson, 1922, is now an as- sistant to the Dean. Blanche Harding, Radcliffe, 1922, will study the coming year for her master’s degree. 1914 Melvin W. Hodgdon has returned to Middle- ton, Ohio, to resume his duties, after a brief visit in this city. Russell Cook is a teacher of violin and is al- so conducting several orchestras. THE TIE THAT BINDS (Continued from Page 9) She could not understand it. The incidents of the last three weeks passed in rapid succes- sion through her thoughts. In a few moments she had lived again all the hours of anticipa- tion. Why did things now seem so different from what she had supposed? Would the whole trip be as much of a disappointment as this last day had been? The entire situation seemed beyond her comprehension. A gong struck. It was twelve o’clock. There was a motion, a sway of the boat. It had started! She was separated from land, from her land, which she could not touch again for months, perhaps longer. It might be years, for all she knew. It was noon time. She could pic- ture her father coming home for his lunch, and she was not there to meet him. “Poor Dad,” she thought, and then, suddenly, everything cleared up—she understood. She was home- sick. She had been so selfish to leave her father. She left the stateroom and rushed up to the deck, where she found Dorothy. “You’re just in time to see the excitement,” was her greeting. “Two lady visitors were on board when we started, and they’re putting them off in a power boat.” “Where?” gasped Margaret. Could it be possible there was a means of escape? “Over there. No, just this side of those men, see ?” Margaret unceremoniously left her friends and rushed to the spot where the boat was be- ing lowered. She spoke to one of the ladies. “Oh, please, will you take me ashore, too? I don’t belong on board—really!” The woman looked hesitatingly at her com- panion, but without waiting for their reply, Margaret followed them into the boat. Mr. Phillips did not go home to supper that night. Instead, he ate a lunch in a restaurant near his work. He felt it would be too lonesome at home without Margaret. He must learn by degrees to accustom himself to her absence, so it was rather late when he turned his steps toward home. As he reached the house, he was (Continued on Page 14)

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 15 The Frenchwoman insisted on expressing herself in bad English, and the American would talk nothing but bad French. At last they rose to go. Here is their watery farewell:— “Reservoir,” said the American. “Tanks,” responded her friend. —Tit-Bits. Little Lydia had been given a ring as a birthday present, but, much to her disappoint- ment, no one of the guests at dinner noticed it. Finally, unable to withstand their obtuse- ness or indifference, she exclaimed: “Oh, dear, I’m so warm in my new ring!” “I bought a car of you several weeks ago, and you said if anything went wrong you’d supply the broken parts.” Dealer: “Yes.” Customer: “I’d like to get a nose, a shoulder blade, and a big toe.” —Manitoba Free Press. A Silent Partner “Don’t you miss your husband a lot,” the friend asked, “now that he’s become a travel- ing man ?” “Oh, no,” the wife declared cheerfully. “At breakfast I just stand a newspaper up in front of a plate, and half the time I forget he isn’t there.” Teacher: “Take this sentence, ‘Let the cow be taken to the pasture.’ What mood?” Pupil: “The cow.” It Worked Both Ways. “Are you not working?” the boss inquired. “No,” said the poet; “I’m inspired.” “So am I,” the boss replied; “you’re fired.” “Father,” said little Frank, as he turned the pages of his history, “how did the cliff dwellers keep warm in the winter time?” “Why, I guess they used the mountain ranges. Now don’t ask any more foolish ques- tions.” Teacher: “Jimmy, tell us about the Mongolian race.” Jimmy: “I wasn’t there; I went to the basket- ball game.” Pamela (who has been told to brush her teeth): “Mother, you always ask me to do that, and it’s my favorite thing I hate to do.”—Life. j;« i'f Careful mother: “Johnny, if you eat any more cake you’ll bust.” Johnny: “Well, pass the cake and get outta the way.” “In 1914 my wife weighed only ninety pounds. Now she weighs 260!” “That's normal. Just consider, everything has gone up 288 per cent, since then.” Farmer: “See here, young feller, what are you doing up in that tree?” Feller: “One of your pears fell down and I’m trying to put it back.” Professor: “You should think of the future.” Youth: “I can't. It’s my girl’s birthday and I have to think of the present.” Patient: “Can this operation be performed safely, doctor?” Doctor: “That, my dear sir, is just what we are about to discover.” (Continued on Page 18)