Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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19 2 9 H A I) I A T O H Y E A K B 0 O K I saw another island, girt with rocky shoals. The Isle of Fame and Wealth with streets of gold, And turrets, lost in the dark, thick clouds. The Youth, delighted, landed, but the streets Gold paved turned to brass and stone. And the towers vanished, leaving the black ashes of Bitterness. I watched him embark again, and out of sight of land. The wind died, leaving empty, (lapping sails. The water casks swelled; and swollen, burst; Seams opened. Only Patience quieted his soul. But above the masts Disappointment, Grief, and Faithlessness laughed at him. And Fear swept her black, voluminous robes O’er his face, and his courage ebbed away. At last Fear compelled him to turn backward, But ere the ship had drifted its length, the leaden clouds Parted, revealing out of the heavens the Star Of Hope, of God’s universal love. Sending its gleam upon the green water To guide him. Three more clear stars Thrilled out. dipping through the cloud drifts. And from each, angel voices together spoke To him, and enraptured at the sound, he listened: “Honor thy father, and thy mother. Give them love, as to no other. Open your heart to those who call To you for aid. Be a friend to all. And keep through life, these maxims three. God’s Faith, Hope, and Charity.” The voices ceased. The ship now (lew with new speed; Far in the west, low on the horizon, land appeared. And then — the vision disappeared; Sea and land and sky dropped into shadow — Only my dream remained. Lloyd Hawes Class of 1929 ODE Music arranged by author r For us the final hour has come — The parting from thy care; We pause to lovingly review The golden hours, so fair. Alma Mater, now we leave thee; Accept our humble gratitude. The many friends that we have made The joy of work and play, Familiar scenes, and goals achieved Will stay in mind for aye. Alma Mater, now we leave thee; Accept our humble gratitude. Three years within thy friendly gates We’ve spent in quest of lore, And training to perform the tasks That Life will have in store. Alma Mater, now we leave thee; Accept our humble gratitude. 'Lhe payment of the debt we owe Is well within our power; ’Tis loyal service to our land; We pledge it thee, this hour. Alma Mater, now we leave thee; Regretfully we say, “Good bvc!” 23 Sumner Spalding Class of 1929

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RADI A T 0 R Y E A R BOOK 10 2 9 CLASS POEM WHITHER AWAY? One day, as I walked alone on the tide-swept sands Of a little beach, which snuggled deep into the land, I gazed down the long edge of the shore. Strewn with seaweed, and I saw a crowd of people I lauling massive logs of golden oak. Others, as the straining ropes were loosed. Cut them, planed them, fitted them in their places. And soon the mighty ribs of a vessel Pointed like fingers into the summer sky. Onlookers cheered, for the keel was laid; Soon the vessel was completed with towering masts. Huge, billow-white sails, and new tarred rigging. Sunbeams played on her fresh white paint With the brass transformed to gold. Then from the midst of the throng, I saw a Youth Come forward, a sun-browned Youth, eager, ex- pectant. And swing aboard. “Hammers knocked away the shores and spurs.” The keel quivered with life, trembling throughout. And like a seal, she plunged into the ocean, ’Til proudly she sailed out of the bay With a blue and white pennant on her mast. Then as I watched I thought How like to Youth is that same ship About to start on her long ocean voyage. And so I followed the ship in my dreams, And. as I watched through the streaming mist, I saw the dim outline of three figures robed in white Appear before the young man's eves, swaying in the fog. And one in a low quiet voice counselled him thus: Long miles of weary water stretch out before you. And restful islands will often tempt you. But by many hours spent in learning from books And through earnest endeavor three friends you’ve gained. First, Charity, who lends a willing hand To those who slip into Poverty, Ofttimes accomplished by the greed of men. Who, watching, themselves, forget all others. Next Patience, whose wondrous virtue you have learnt. Who, when difficulties and obstacles o’crwhclm you Curbs your anger, and, like a mother. Lifts you up faint hearted without thought of future gain. And I, whom men call Ambition, have always won Laurels for those who diligently follow me.” The floating figures faded, and died away — While the stanch ship onward plowed its way. Night hud fallen; the sea was velvet black. But a single star above cast on the ocean’s breast A flash of while light, tinged with blue — Colors with which the Master paints the clouds The sea and the sky: white for Purity, Blue for Loyalty. Now ahead the bright lights of an island flickered. And through swaying lanterns in rose-filled gardens People were walking and talking together. From one landing — for many ways led to this isle — I saw a silver-tinted boat push out Wherein a man was seated whose face changed Continually, deceiving everyone about. Whose body was wrapped in a silver mantle, Lined with golden cloth and edged with bells. On touching the ship’s stout side the figure spoke: “Pleasure am I. These gardens, my kingdom. Rich and poor love me and shower me with gold. Come, stay here with me!” The Youth, fearing the darkness, would join him. But Ambition held him. Pleasure, undaunted. Poured sacks of gold doubloons on the deck. “All these arc yours! What joy to cheat and rob That you may aid yourself, increase your pile of gold! Come, I will teach you the pleasant art.” “Nay,” cried Charity, and hurled the gold into the sea. That vision dimmed, but presently through a clinging fog. Which wrapped the moving ship in a thousand veils, 22

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R A D I A T 0 R Y E A R B () 0 K 19 2 9 SENIOR CLASS HISTORY On September 9, 1926, the class of 1929 began its illustrious career in the Somerville High School as inferior, timid persons known as Sophomores. We were approximately 1,000 strong but very disorganized. However, after our Sophomore class election John J. Ilaycs, President; Dorothy M. West, Vice-President; Ann E. Cole, Secretary; and William W. Ingalls. Treasurer we felt ourselves truly organized and a real, vital part of our school. Our dues paid, we settled down to the time-honored custom of studying. Our first social function as a class was a well attended, very successful Sophomore dance. After a refreshing vacation we entered our familiar school in September prepared to pass a successful year. We soon elected our Junior officers President, John A. Rondina: 7ce- President, Dorothy M. West, Secretary, Ann E. Cole, and Treasurer, William W. Ingalls. Again after paying our dues, we settled down to the serious business of going to school. On the evening of April 27 we presented a highly successful Junior Night. A one-act play, the Lady of Pain,” was given, then came an entertaining melody in music and dance, which was followed by refreshments and dancing. Muriel Lowell, Beatrice Capidulupo, and Charles Casassa composed our very efficient committee. Toward the latter part of the year about twenty-five of our class were highly honored by gaining admittance to the National Honor Society, a goal to which all strive. In September, 1928, after a very long and pleasant summer we came to school to find a wonderful new building! We scarce thought so much could be done in a short three months. With old friendships renewed, with a long vacation in back of us and a fine new school at our disposal, we all made the firm resolve to carry on this, our last year, as never before. We soon elected our pilots to steer our class on its last voyage. The results were: John J. Ilaycs, President, Dorothy M. West, Vice-President; Ann E. Cole, Secretary, and William W. Ingalls, Treasurer. On the night of April 5 the Senior Class, through our fine Senior Play Committee — Charles Casassa. Beatrice Capidulupo, and Evelyn Cann and through the untiring efforts of Miss Bell, whom we sincerely thank, presented “A Pair of Sixes,vonc of the best Senior Plays in the history of the school. It was a success in every way. The cast was exceptionally excellent. At a very impressive assembly many new members were added to the National Honor Society. Affairs passed quickly. On May 24 our class held a very enjoyable Senior Dance in our new and fine gymnasium. Senior Night and Class Day passed all too quickly. And then we came to the end of our high school course — Graduation. As we look over our record of three years, we may well say that we have lived up to the standards and ideals of our school. We have supported the glee clubs, orchestra, band, debating society, literary clubs, and other such activities. We have supported our excellent athletic teams admirably, and many have attained high rank in scholarship. And in parting may we express a word of appreciation and gratitude to our ever willing, helpful, and sympathetic teachers? It will perhaps be years before we truly appreciate you, but at this time allow us to offer sincere and grateful thanks for your kindness and tolerance. So we leave, never to return, but the memory of dear old Somerville High days will linger forever. 21