Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 9 Our Faculty OUR NEW TEACHERS The Radiator takes this opportunity to ex- tend the cordial welcome of the school to our new teachers, and to wish them a very profita- ble and enjoyable year. Several of our newcomers this year are grad- uates of this school. Miss Dodge, Miss Jack- son, Miss Lacount, Miss Wilson and Miss Crowne are among these. Miss Dodge has returned to us this year as a full-fledged teacher of mathematics. During the past year she was a cadet teacher here, and for this reason we feel that she has been with us for some time. Another Somerville High School graduate. Miss Jackson, comes to us from the Western Junior High School of this city. She is a grad- uate of Jackson College, and teaches Latin and English. Miss Lacount, still another graduate of this school, has taught in Amesbury, and graduated from Wellesley College. Miss Wilson, also a Somerville High School and Wellesley College graduate, has been a teacher in the Junior High Schools of this city. Miss Crowne is in her first position as a teacher since her graduation from Normal School. Miss Ellison, a teacher of English, comes to us from the Natick High School. She is a grad- uate of Middlebury College, Vermont. Miss Paul, also of the English department, taught in one of the high schools in Portland, Maine. HOW SOME OF OUR TEACHERS SPENT THE SUMMER When school reopens after the long summer vacation, there is always an ever popular de- sire in the minds of the pupils and others of the school, to know what our teachers have been doing during the summer. We find that their experiences have been many and varied. Some of them are very interesting. Several of our teachers have been attending summer schools. Miss Welch, Miss Sprague and Miss Dodge attended Harvard, and Miss Gatchell studied at Boston University. Miss Atwater was teaching in the Y. M. C. A. sum- mer school in this city. Mr. Hayward also was an instructor here, and afterward he spent a few weeks at Camp Kiwanis, South Hanson, Mass. Miss Burnham and Miss Saunders visited at Nantucket, where they spent most enjoyable vacations. Miss Tuell remained at home for the greater part of the summer. Reading history and do- ing light gardening were her chief pastimes. Miss Batt spent the summer vacationing with Miss Merrill. Mrs. Topliff toured through New York State, including the Catskill Mountains. Mrs. Hudson took various auto trips through the mountains. Miss Browne spent the summer sailing and swimming at her summer home in Maine. Miss Arrington was at Mount Washington. Miss Bowker spent her time taking auto trips. Miss Cunningham spent hers in the White Mountains. Miss Hastings was at Mount Desert Island, Maine. Miss Kenney traveled through Spain during the summer. Miss McAllister was at Sedgwick, Maine. Miss Gray had an enjoyable vacation at Peak Island, Casco Bay, Maine. Miss Cochran, very unfortunately, was in an automobile accident just prior to the opening of school. She was painfully, though not criti- cally injured. We are very glad to see her back with us again. Miss Whittaker was at her summer home at Lake Winnepesaukee. Miss Fury stayed at home most of the time. She made a short trip up the Maine Coast. Mr. Carrier was at Hancock, N. H. Mr. Hall spent his vacation at home in West Newton. Mr. Obear spent July and August at BustiiTs Island, Casco Bay, Maine. Mr. Colman spent the entire summer in Scituate. Miss Teele spent part of her vacation in North Conway, N. H. Be sure to read the ac- count of her visit to Polar Cave. MAPLEWOOD CADDY CAMP (Continued from Page 8) F. Dunspaugh, of New York, president of the Maplewood Club, turned over a farm to Mr. Franzeim to do as he saw fit. Mr. Franzeim had alterations made, and now we have sleeping quarters, a dining-room and an office here in this farmhouse. Since then a camp has been organized at Bethlehem, also under the direc- tion of Mr. Franzeim.

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8 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Maplewood Caddy Camp Elwood Ellis, 1927 T is difficult to put into empty words the full meaning of Maplewood Camp, sitting snugly in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. To have dragged out six weeks of existence in the stifling streets of the summer-time city, and from them to be transported to the free and open spaces, the smiling fields and rolling meadows found in New Hampshire, means “a heap” to a city boy. We have eighty boys in camp. These are none other than the typical lads of the city, he who takes his fun where he finds it and makes it where he doesn't, be he in his own city or here in the “Joyland of New Eng- land.” It is not, however, for my youthful pen to attempt to paint pictures which undoubtedly have been seen by you in substance; rather, ? will attempt to tell about the boys and their life in camp. The average caddy, for we are all caddies, hops out of bed at the stroke of six. Directly he takes his shower to wash away the mental cobwebs that gather in sleep. At 6.30 he is summoned to roll-call by the clear note of the camp bugle, and there hav- ing stood inspection as to his personal appear- ance, he stands at apt attention, while the bugler blows colors and the color-bearers slowly hoist Old Glory. Surely a splendid way to begin the day; his first morning thought, a thought of his country. Then he has his breakfast. Need I write what a good breakfast means to a growing boy, how he lingers over his cereal and cream, the warm and inviting corn muffins and crisp bacon? It seems that our cook realizes that the way to our hearts is through our stomachs. After breakfast each boy swings into his squad work with a vigor that even excels his breakfast enthusiasm. The camp is divided into five groups with a boy who is called a squad leader or councilor leading them in their chosen duties. Where eighty boys live, there is a need for daily cleaning; and a thor- ough cleaning is given the camp every morn- ing. If it is true that he who handles twenty boys can handle fifty men, isn't it also true that great things are in store for these youth- ful leaders? Now his real work begins. He reports to the golf links at 8.30 and is engaged until 11 or 12 o’clock. Here again we see one of the many benefits reaped by the boys, for on the links he comes in contact with those men who in the world of today represent success; busi- ness men, financiers and professional men. How often have I heard a caddy say: ‘‘Gee! I hope I’ll be like that guy some day.” Here is a seed of ambition, the incentive to work for greater things. At 1 o’clock the boy is again at the table. During his hour siesta he is happy and care- free, lolling around the camp until he reports for his afternoon work. After supper and as the sun goes down, the bugler completes the task which he started in the morning by blowing colors while the flag is slowly lowered. The evening is then his own. Eighty boys manage to devise different ways of enjoying their evenings; some stroll to the town of Bethlehem, others play chess and checkers, while others write home. A goodly number also make use of the camp library or engage in pillow swat-feats, or do the thou- sand and other things that only a boy’s mind can conceive. At 9 o’clock takes place the most beautiful ceremony of the day. The bugler, standing a few feet away in the enveloping darkness, tenderly and solemnly blows “taps.” Its slow and memorial strains have reminded more than one of home, and sent him to bed with the last waking thought of mother. But the warm joys of camp life must be lived and not read from cold paper to give them their true worth. For here, many mellow friend- ships take root in youthful hearts to grow until these youths have reached the twilight of their years. To me camp has meant much, for it has taught me and many others how to sacrifice selfish ends for the common weal, to under- stand the practical application of “team work.” It has taught me to love the mountains, the songs of the birds, and the trees. It has brought to me a love for fleeting clouds and for the setting sun that so wondrously makes the western sky with its varied colors a huge kaleidoscope. Maplewood Caddy Camp was founded in 1915 by Norman A. Franzeim, of Boston and Malden, Mass. Its purpose was to promote the health of the boys of the North End of Boston. Later it came to be called a caddy, as well as a health camp. When first established all the shelter were tents, until in 1919, when William (Continued on Page 9)

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10 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Poor People George Clarke, P. G. “Yes, said Mrs. Murphy as she eased her elbows to a more comfortable position on the back fence. “It’s toim we got a little swell. We arn’t down and outers even if we don’t live in such an illigant neighborhood.” “Oh, it’s illigant enough for me aven if I don’t kape a tin rattle in me back yard,” re- joined her neighbor, Mrs. Dugan, “and I warn yer, Kate, that it won’t be long before you’ll be good and glad to get rid of that thing if yer can. Poor people like us cain’t afford to kape cars.” “Poor people!” That galled Kate Murphy. Hadn’t she and Jim two hundred dollars in the bank, and wasn’t Jim getting thirty dollars a week working in the boiler factory? Poor people! She wasn’t going to stand for that; so she thrust her nose in the air and walked like a duchess up the back steps and into the house, leaving Mrs. Dugan leaning on the fence, apparently very well satisfied with her ideas on domestic economy. The cause of all this unpleasant conversation lay in front of the rather dilapidated tenement house in which the Murphys resided. Jim Mur- phy had purchased it the day before for the stupendous sum of fifty dollars; and .so far it had at least steadily, if not noiselessly, con- sented to go. Though it well matched the house in appearance, it took the proportions of a limousine in the eyes of the Murphys. At any rate they seemed to be determined to make the most of it, for it soon became a most familiar object on the street; so familiar in fact that the neighboring housewives forgot to rush to their respective windows when a weird mixture of squeaks, rattles, and honks heralded the fact that the Murphys were starting out on an adventure. The children darted back and forth in front of it, as if through long acquain- tance they had lost all fear of being harmed by this four-wheeled monster. In such a manner things continued for the space of a month, in which time Mrs. Dugan saw little of Kate Murphy. One fine Monday, however, both good ladies happened to be busied in the same occupation at the very same time, that of hanging out the family wash. At first they did not seem to be aware of one another, but Mrs. Dugan, noticing a dejected atmosphere hanging about her former friend, could not resist from conversation. “And how be yer, Kate, this foin day?” she called out. Kate, who was occupied at suspending a stocking by the toe, gave a start, then put her hands on her hips and gazed fixedly but not angrily for a full minute at the surprised Mrs. Dugan, following which she suddenly burst into tears. “Why, dearie, what’s the matter?” condoled Mrs. Dugan as she hurried into the Murphy yard, “has somebody died in the family or has jist Jim been batin’ yer?” “Shure, it’s matter enough,” sobbed Kate, “we’re all headed for the poor house—Jim’s went and spint every blessed cint we have on that auld piece of junk and—and—and now he says we’ad better get—t—t rid of it!” and here she burst into a flood of tears. Mrs. Dugan, as if crying were contagious, was herself choking, but she managed to an- swer Kate in a comforting voice. “Now dearie, don’t take it so hard,” she al- most whispered, “it isn’t like you wasn’t warned beforehand, and you’ll be much better off without that no-good thang, but—,” and here her voice changed, “if Jim wants to sell it real bad, maybe my man might buy it, be- cause he was jist sayin’ yesterday that we couldn’t hope to kape in with the swells any longer if we didn’t have a car, and Pat’s al- ways right.” The pupils of Somerville High School extend their sympathy to MR. CHARLES S. CLARK in his recent bereavement.