Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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RADIATOR YEAR THE CLASS POEM By Bektha May Corfikld THE SECOND MILE To live! The Challenge greets us as we jour- ney The first few paces on our Second Mile,— To live,—and yes, to make with all our living A Life,—a thing more noble and worthwhile. A Life where we may face each task that meets us With steady glance and willing, helping hand, Where we may stop to lift,—not stoop to scorning, But help to raise the weak who cannot stand. Our Second Mile! It calls us! As we start it. Fresh, gay and free, with all the strength of Youth, With minds new-taught and skill as yet un- proven, With many fellow-travelers:—then in truth We see before us happiness to gladden And storms perhaps to test our will, to try us sore. But still we know that, though it’s real and earnest. The Race of Life has oft been won before. Yet, so fortified, as the days slip onward. We find we’ve failed our Trust along the road, Have turned aside from our own small pathway, And, in so doing, failed to case another's load; Then we have missed that which was far more lovely. That we should have scattered down the Quar- ter-mile— Our wilful way, a habit better broken, A selfish spirit where we owed a smile; If this we see, then let us heed, remember The meaning of the Game and keep its rule To play with fairness,—not to live for living Nor to ourselves alone; for Life’s a School. Thus in the learning of our hard-earned lessons We’ll gain the strength of will to meet each test; We’ll Look Up, Lift Up, but ourselves be humble. To Live and Love and Learn,—these three are best. Perchance somewhere we see the gaudy splen- dor Of castles Wealth has built to lure Mankind. “This Way to Power” will be the crossroad pointer. And there will wait Desire, tempting Mind. The chance will come to yield, and then, in folly, Up paths inviting, easy, we’ll be led. But if we try to touch the shining windows We’ll see them fade, and find their magic fled. Lest we should seek, as on we gaily travel, To be the masters of our fellow men By striving, esteeming self, to inspire A fear, unworthy, let us know just then That when we’ve reached the hilltop, where, surveying We think our Life complete, all square. With no post left unwon that’s worth the win- ning, It would be better far were we not there. For we must have an Aim. a Goal for striving, And looking up,—if humble be the heart. We’ll hear the ringing Challenge and its echo: We’ll live more truly, knowing each his part. Perchance we’ll find beneath the Half-way Marker Partial success, that foretells joy to come. That reassures and strengthens us in purpose,— Perchance we try to keep the total sum Of wealth acquired through our strength and effort, And fail to give to those with pockets bare. 0, let us know true wealth lies in the giving. Not what we gain to hold, but what we share! Our ears, perhaps, are tuned to hear the singing Of larks at dawn, and catch the love in Song That throbs around us, answering our heart's desire And cheering us to laugh the way along. Perhaps we find the whispers of the night wind And pounding of the sea upon the shore Mean more than simply sound, but our com- panions 19

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RADIATOR YEAR BOOK Feb. 17. Feb. 25. March 8. March 15. April 12. May 20. June 7. June 15. Sept. 7. Sept. 14. Sept. 24. Oct. 3. Oct. 13. Oct. 25. Nov. 5. Nov. 23. Nov. 28. Dec. 6. Dec. 22. Dec. 23. Dec. 25. Feb. 2. Feb. 3. Feb. 17. Feb. 21. Feb. 28. April 14. April 27. May 23. May 24. June 1. June 4. Noble Seniors present play, “Full House.” See “Dot” Watkins at her best. New school commenced—a new hoard here and there. Hopes don’t cost a thing. Juniors go forth to try exams. The last breath of freedom. Start boosting Junior Night Committee. In regard to Senior’s pictures—some definite negative decisions were made. At last! Junior Night. Our first big party. A good time was had by all- etc., especially Seniors. Class Day “put over” by help of Juniors. Class of ’27 is on its way, but we go on forever. SENIOR YEAR Came to school as dignified, all-important Seniors with a vow to do our homework and treat the Sophomores kindly. A week’s time convinced us that homework was not made for us. Capt. Maclnniss and squad taught the Worcester High School of Commerce boys how to play football to the tune of 18-6. The great girl athletes turned out. We elected “Laurie” Williams and Co. The Juniors followed our example and elected officers. Somerville’s football team scored on Everett. The football team celebrated by burying Rindge, and then everybody went home for turkey. “Law” Donovan was elected captain of the baseball team. The track men started off with a spurt. We saw a Christmas Cantata presented by the Glee and Players’ Clubs. The teachers needed a rest, so the pupils consented to take a vacation. Santa Claus came and went. The National Honor Society opened its doors to some members of the Senior class. The Seniors boosted the Sopohomore Dance to Success. A big event; the Senior play, “The New Poor,” went over in big style. The Senior girls and boys showed their superiority by winning a physical training competition. At the State Indoor Track Meet, Somerville took second place and John Hayes tied the record in the hurdles. The Orchestra gave a concert. Most of the Seniors were well entertained at Junior Night. Class Day was held despite workmen and construction. Whoopee—e! Senior Night. And a great time was had by all. The end of our High School career. Speeches, more speeches and—diplomas. The Class of 1928 passes out of the picture. 18

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Have failed, and tuned their hearts to hear no more. Then may we, in our gladness, wait, and show them The world of Song that fills our very Soul. And help their hearts to sing as they go on- ward,— To live more fully as they near the Goal! And if. when we have almost caught the shadow Cast by some goal post just around the bend To which we’d set our faces with the dawning. If then, while pressing toward the longed-for end With hopes held high, we needs must see de- scending. Obscuring nearly both our Goal and Way. A Cloud, that seems to shut out and to stifle The very sun, our joy and light by day: A cloud so black and threatening in its bigness That it can muster to its call and aid A mighty deluge, that nearly overwhelms us In spirit, and through which a passage must be made; Then surely there's a message to remember. For that same Force by which the Storm was sent Has shown there’s Vict’ry and a Rainbow promised To every Youth whose eyes are forward bent! For not the strong alone have chance of win- ning, Or swift of foot, advantage in the Race, Rut to the true and faithful in their purpose Will fall the glad and coveted “First Place”. In Life there is no “If” for Youth, but Can”; The Deed to do, the Trust to keep. ’Twill be Along our Second Mile we'll learn to live! The Test Unknown, well met, that God will see! SENIOR CLASS ODE Air: The End of a Perfect Day When we come to the end of our Senior year And think of the hours we have spent. Of friendships made we have found so dear In the school of our hearts’ content; We hope we have carried the banner high Of “Honor and Progress” too, To do our best we will always try In the years we must pass through. Now this is the end of our Senior year, And the time has come to depart. But memories will live that are held so dear In every loyal heart; You have taught us faithfully day by day; Alma mater, we leave you now, But though we are absent and far away. We will keep to you our vow. Jean C. Lamb. 20