Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 11 The following Somerville High School boys have been awarded scholarships for the aca- demic year 1924-25 in Harvard College: S. H. S.. 1924, Harvard, 1928: Noobar Danielian, Samuel M. Dupertuis, Charles P. Englehardt, Joseph Pacifici, Charles K. Ranger, Richard C. Wal- dron. Dupertuis has received the Somerville scholarship, founded by Dr. George L. Baxter, for so many years principal of the Somerville High and the Somerville Latin Schools. S. H. S., 1923; Harvard, 1927: Arnold H. Engborg, Samuel Taylor. Richard J. Walsh, Louis Levinson. Walsh has the credit of re- ceiving the grade of A in English A, a marked achievement in the Freshman year. S. H. S., 1922; Harvard, 1926: Lawrence L. Daggett, Albert G. Forbes. S. H. S., 1921; Harvard, 1925: Andrew C. Berry, Gustav A. Hedlund, John G. Murphy. Out-of-course: Paul J. Hanlon. For all men in the Sophomore, Junior and Senior classes the award of a scholarship means the recognition of a very high grade of work, since after the Freshman year no man is allowed to receive financial aid whose grades do not average FI or better. Surely honor is in some degree reflected upon our school, where the sixteen boys prepared for Harvard, and the school can well feel a debt of gratitude to Harvard for so generously assisting our faith- ful and able students. MANDOLIN CLUB The Mandolin Club has commenced this year very successfully with the following officers: Marion Knight, president; Monroe Burbank, vice-president and treasurer; Eleanor Packard, secretary and librarian. This year there are twenty-nine members enrolled in the club. The new Sophomores are as follows: Lillian Silliker, Jerry Caso, Kenneth Butterfield, Manuel Lima and Janet Putnam. SPANISH CLUB. . .The Spanish Club held its first meeting of the year September 20. The officers for this year are as follows: Cecilia Viveiros, president; An- tony Forte, vice-president; Ruth Covert, secre- tary; Richard Bollard, treasurer. The following committees were chosen: Rules and Regulations Committee—-Evelyn Hutchinson, Lillian Corrieri, Jerry Caso. Entertainment Committee—Gladys Herder- hurst, Veda Lohnes. Hospitality Committee—Mary Hogan, Edna Elder, Joseph Bollard. The number enrolled is not large, but a cam- paign has been started to secure more mem- bers, especially Sophomores, inasmuch as there are only ten in the club at present. With the very helpful co-operation of the Spanish teachers wc hope to make this year even more successful than last. CHESS CLUB The results of the election of the Chess Club are as follows: James Reed, captain of the team: Wesley Dupertuis, president of the club; David Warsowe, secretary; Edward Fenn, treasurer. Last year Somerville won the cup and we are going to do our best to have it again this year. Manuel Lima. Harold Greenough, Arthur Affannato and Henry Taylor are the Sophomore members. Eighty-five pupils have elected debating. ORCHESTRAS Both of our orchestras are starting this year with extra large membership. The first or- chestra has thirty-one members, the only Sophomore being Frances Bonney. The second orchestra, of about fifty, is composed mostly of Sophomores.

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10 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Miss Sprague was at Ogunquit, Maine. Miss Boole was on Cape Cod. Miss Bell attended many of the plays at “The Gallery on the Moors ’ East Gloucester, and also took a trip to New York to see some plays that will not be in Boston this year. Mr. Plantinga took numerous trips through- out New England. Mrs. Wyman visited the White Mountains, Casco Bay, and Hingham, where she had the interesting experience of attending a service in the oldest meeting-house in this country, built in 1680. Miss Hastings, our new librarian, worked in the Central Library this summer. Mr. Mahoney had charge oi the Somerville playgrounds. Mr. Sears spent the summer at his hundred- acre farm at Hawley, Massachusetts. Miss Helen Smith spent the summer at Wolfeboro, New Hampshire. Miss Dodge was at Lake Sunapee, New Hampshire, during August. Mrs. MacLaren, Miss Weisman, Miss Han- non. Miss Hezelton and Mr. Hayward taught in the Y. M. C. A. Summer School. Mr. McVey was at his summer home in Ed- gartown, Martha’s Vineyard. Miss Ham spent the month of August at Monhegan Island, Maine. On September 3, 1924, Miss Ross was mar- ried to James N. MacLaren, of New York City. Mr. MacLaren is secretary of M. H. Avram and Company, manufacturing engineers. Mr. and Mrs. MacLaren are temporarily residing in Can- ton, where Mr. MacLaren has charge of an en- gineering project for his firm. Mrs. MacLaren for the present will continue to teach in the English department. SMOKING AND HIGH SCHOOL SCHOLAR- SHIP (Continued from Page G) to smoking, to interfere with my respiration, and there lies the cause of my cough. “As I have said, you need to be keen and alert in school, and it is bound to interfere with your mental progress. “In athletics, smoking is extremely harm- ful. A learned professor discovered that in one institution, eleven habitual smokers tried for the football team but only two, mind you, suc- ceeded, whereas, out of nineteen non-smokers who tried, eleven won places. So there you can see for yourself. I hope you won’t ever smoke, my son. It’s a nasty habit. If a smoker could smell his own breath he would never touch to- bacco again. The best synonym I can think of for a cigarette—a cigarette especially—is a coffin-nail. And when you once get the habit it’s almost impossible to break it. “Of course, my boy, when you are a full- grown and well-developed man of the proper age, you can smoke with safety. I started smoking very young, but the saddest thing about a young fellow beginning to smoke is his belief that he can quit the practice any old time, but he can’t, because I know from per- sonal experience. But now where did I put that—?” And I left my father looking for his paper. As I walked to my room I resolved to abstain from smoking forever. Sunrise By Clarence Ingalls, 1925 OWARD the orient the horizon grew SsH lighter. A cock crowed on the farm on t le r sht; another answered from the farm on the left. Their hearse cries seemed to come from very far away. The stars, imper- ceptibly paling, disappeared in the immense vault of the sky. The little cry of a bird rose somewhere in the distance. Twitterings, timid at first, came from the leaves; then they grew bolder, became vibrating, joyous, spreading from branch to branch and from tree to tree. I suddenly per- ceived myself to be in a ray of light, and was almost dazzled by the splendor of the dawn. A mountain of empurpled clouds cast hues of blood upon the awaking earth. And sud- denly, bursting asunder the gleaming clouds, touching with fire the trees, the plains, the ocean, all the horizon, the great flaming globe appeared. The sun! the dawn! the beginning of life! the rising of hopes! Oh! fellow schoolmates, may your school life be as beautiful and helpful as the superb glory of the dawning day.

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12 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Poetry Dean C. Swan, Jr. We welcome and print upon the poetry page of this first issue of the Radiator, several poems which exemplify the high standards that have been maintained in this department in its in- fancy the previous year, under the competent guidance of John Holmes. The poetry page is relatively new to the Radiator. It is young, the product of the younger generation. It shows and illustrates the growing appreciation among that generation for the higher and loftier ideals which only poetry, the beautiful language of all time, can express. Notice the soothing effect to be gained from the lulling of soft sounding words in Charles Jellison’s poem, “Sunset,” and then in con- trast mark the startling emphasis and beauty of the swaying, rhythmic force in Beatrice Mann’s “Valkyrie.” These poems merit the appreciation of our readers. “The Flag,” by Eva Monk, is of peculiar and exceptionally pleasing style and structure. It abounds in beautiful sentiment and tributes to Old Glory. Frank J. Calandrella’s poems, “Paradox” and “Night and No Return,” are splendid examples of free verse and furnish the reader material for further thought. These poems should prove the means of in- spiring others to evidence their appreciation by submitting poetry of their own. Should we find at the close of the coming school term that we have succeeded in encouraging former lovers of poetry to further appreciation and that our page is instrumental in the formation of new and lasting acquaintances with the more beautiful thoughts of life, as expressed in poetry, we shall feel convinced that the poetry page has fulfilled its mission! PARADOX Voice issuing from the body Low, low and melodious Then growing, straining From the breast. Crying to whom, expressing what? O Singer, your mellow voice Breaks something within me. But when I hear you again T’is-the same. What is it within me That breaks, but is never broken? Frank J. Calandrella. THE VALKYRIE Swords dripping with red blood, Men reeking with life-blood. Beards tossing, shields clashing, Ground spotted with red. Ho! come I souls seeking, Dead warriors seeking To bear to Valhalla Where dwell hero-dead. Flash, lightning! crash, thunder! Leap higher, ye tides! Shriek, scream shrill, ye tempest. A Valkyrie rides! Hair streaming in stormwind, Gold tossed in the whirlwind, Steeds’ hoofs striking fire-sparks Wherever they touch; Mail flashing through darkness, Bright silver through blackness; Blue eyes darting lightning As onward we rush. Flash, lightning! crash, thunder! Leap higher, ye tides! Shriek, scream shrill, ye tempest. A Valkyrie rides! Over plain, over mountain, O’er valley and fountain, O’er fjord walled by grim crags, O’er storm-troubled sea. Steed’s mane tossing wildly, I speed on, undaunted, Souls seeking for Odin, Wherever they be. Flash, lightning! crash, thunder! Leap higher, ye tides! Shriek, scream shrill, ye tempest. A Valkyrie rides! Beatrice E. Mann, 1925. NIGHT AND NO RETURN I wait under the trees for you. love, And high up, near the sky, they cry. Is not the fighting over, love. Or has the winged death Poured the red o’er your breast? I stretch out my arms, love, But only the wind sobs into them. Frank J. Calandrella.