Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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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

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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 CLASS HISTORY In September, 1925, the Class of 1928 entered the High School as Sophomores, feeling very un- necessary, inferior, and of little consequence in comparison with the upper classmen. But after the election of our class officers—President, John Buckley; Vice-President. Olive Thompson; Secretary. Estelle Keaney; and Treasurer. Norman Watt—we began to realize that we were as much a part of the school as any class, and that responsibilities were to he placed on our shoulders. That we were expected to follow the example of preceding classes and strive for higher scholarship, render fuller service, and cultivate liner characters than ever before, we readily understood and straightway as- sumed our responsibilities. A fine class spirit was shown by the splendid response of the class in paying the class dues promptly. Our Sophomore dance was enjoyed by many. After a well-spent vacation we returned in September, 1926, to our school which had now grown to mean much to us. We were resolved to Ik still more active, of greater service, and more loyal supporters of every worthy cause. Lawrence Williams was elected President: Ruth Hodges, Vice- President; Estelle Keaney, Secretary; and George Goodwin, Treasurer. As before, the class re- sponded admirably to the call for class dues. This year we were granted a Junior Night. Through the splendid efforts of the Junior Night Committee. Herbert Fallgren, Olive MacPhcrson, and Dorothy Gordon, our program was presented so well that we challenge any Junior Class to better it. Too much credit cannot be attributed to Miss Bell, who so wisely and cleverly coached the play and advised the committee. Members of our class took active parts in various drives and organizations, the class co-operated whole-heartedly with the Students’ Council, and some members were given the honor of being the first Juniors to be received into the National Honor Society. This proved that wc were still aiming for high ranks in scholarship. Once more vacation intervened and enabled us to return in 1928 more keyed-up with ambition, pep, and determination than ever before, for now we were Seniors. How good it seemed to each of us to be once more with our friends who had come to mean so much to us! Our officers this year were Lawrence Williams, President; Virginia Kenney, Vice-President; George Corbett, Treas- urer; and Estelle Keaney. who was re-elected to serve as Secretary for her third term of office. That we as Seniors were interested in making our school better was at once shown when an as- sembly of about 1500 students, planned for and conducted by students only from the Senior Class, was held to arouse the spirit and interest of all classes in athletics, and not only in athletics but also in scholastic attainments did our class set an example. Senior Play Night was a marvelous success due to the untiring work of our Play Committee, Prescott Hall. Olive Thompson, and Henry Levenson. Once more we express our appreciation to them and to Miss Bell, who again coached a successful play. And now as we are about to leave, we cannot express our appreciation of our teachers who have so wisely and willingly instructed us. We will better appreciate them several years from now when we experience some of the things for which they have prepared us. It is our wish that the classes of ’29 and ’30 will carry on with as much interest as we have carried on. and that they will come to care for our high school so much that they will leave it as reluctantly as we are leaving. We hope that some day someone will say that the new high school is a greater school, not so much because of its new buildings and modern conveniences, but because the classes of ’29 and ’30 made it a better place because they were in it. Lawrence R. Williams, President Senior Class, ’28 21