Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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(Continued from Page 12) mendous fury, his body straightened like an ar- row, he leapt, full seven feet off the earth, a distance of ten feet, at Alvan. They struggled, and then the two sank to earth together, a crumpled heap of death. “Powerful poison,” said Norman, examining the fluid in the bag. “Leopold saved our lives.” They dug the graves that morning, and set cut again. Leaving death behind them, they expected death for themselves in the near fu- ture. The caravan journeyed northward. The next day came. The camels were weakening. The people could not converse. No word dropped from any man’s lips except a feeble, “water, water.” But then, the next day, they saw a walled city in the midst of the desert. It was no mir- age, for a short time later they found them- selves outside the very walls, and in front of a door. They entreated to come in, and the door was opened by a man who gave them that blessed water. They remained there a week, and then one day Mr. Evans sought out his host in the living rcom of the house. Beside him was a young girl working, whom the host introduced as his daughter, Adah. After acknowledging the in- troduction, Mr. Evans said: “Thank you very much for your hospitality, but we must be go- ing now — back to Algeria.” The host jumped up, and stamping his foot, said in broken English: “No—no. Nev’r. You nev’r leave. I tell yo’ why. I am ch’ef o’ Arab tribe — live here — in dis city. Dis secre’ tribe. No one know ’cept you. We worship Abd-el-ra, our god ancestor. He god — real god. Our ancestor — our ideal — our hero. No one else worship. You come — find our secre’ hidin’ place. You stay forever, forever. Our secre’ no one shall know. You stay. You no go. I learn English when I wen’ away to find out about the world, and brin’ back news to my tribe. But you nev’r go. “Out,” and he pointed to the door. Mr. Evans went and told his companions the news. “We’ll escape tomorrow,” they said. Tomorrow came and went. “We’ll go tomorrow,” they still said. And so it went on for a week. One dark night, a tap came at the door. “Come in,” cried Norman. In came Adah. “Yo go now, queek. Quiet! Fader, de chief, no near door. Yo escape. He no’f side of wall. Dat is so’f side.” They hurried out and mounted the camels that were corralled near-by. Then, following Adah, they reached the gate. Betty, leaning down from her seat, shook Adah’s hand grate- fully. They filed out and rode southward. Gradu- ally they worked to the north. From where they were, they saw a figure squatting on the wall. It was their host, a man who loved his religion and people well enough to, night after night and year after year, keep an uncomplain- ing, silent watch over his walled domain.

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22 ATHLETICS FOOTBALL SCHEDULE FOR 1930 September 20, Somerville at Nashua, N. H. September 27, Arlington at Somerville. October 4, Somerville at Waltham. October 13, Medford at Somerville. October 18, Cambridge Latin at Somerville. October 25, Somerville at.Newton. November 1, Somerville at Everett. November 8, Brookline at Somerville. November 15, New Bedford Vocational at Somerville. November 27, Rindge Tech at Somerville. Captain: “Nick” Vitiello. Business Manager: William O’Brien. Coach: Charles Dickerman. Assistants: “Pat” Lynch, Edward Jeremiah. SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL SONG TUNE OF THE “STEIN SONG” By Charles Winn Sing a song for Somerville, Shout for the Red and Blue, Cheer the team on to victory. Let everyone be staunch and true, See the boys go charging through, Straight down the field they go, Till at last the ball is over. ’Tis a goal for the Red and Blue. A cheer for the team, For the boys who are fighting for victory, A cheer for our school, Whose fame will go down in history, For the Red, for the Blue, For the banner that waves so gallantly, For our boys, for our girls. For the spirit that never will die. S. H. S. S. H. S. Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Team, Team. Team. SOMERVILLE I.OSES TO NASHUA TEAM SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, Somerville High lost its opening game at Nashua, New Hampshire, by a score of 7 to 0. Somerville High started off as sure winners, but were scored upon in the third quarter. It was a very peppy game with plenty of action. “Jimmy” Doolin, tackle, Winn, guard, and “Jerrie” Jeremiah, halfback, starred for the Red and Blue. Blekarte, halfback, and Captain Sousane, centre, starred for Nashua High. Somerville MacKenzie, 1. e. Regan, 1. t. Stevenson, 1. g. Plummer, c. Winn, r. g. Doolin, r. t. Chesterfield, r. e. Vitiello, q. b. Jeremiah, I. h. b. Manning, r. h. b. Lynch, f. b. Line-up Nashua ..... 1. e., Litkus 1. t., Chaplick 1. g., McDonald c., Sausane (Capt.) r. g., Webster r. t., Kudzma r. e., Stylionas q. b., Padermani 1. h. b., Paradise r. h. b., Blekarte f. b., Zazukerens CROSS COUNTRY Monday, September 22, time trials for the cross country team were held under Coach Francis Rooney. Approximately forty members turned out, which is a good number considering the prevalent interest in football. There are three veterans, Phillips, who is captain, Shieres, who is manager, and Ahern. There are also indoor stars, Gilbert, Delli, Colli, and Captain Morrison, of the regu- lar track team. Our inter-clan meets are as follows: Arling- ton, Winchester, Quincy, Wakefield, Concord, and Tufts Freshmen. Everything considered, we look forward to an enjoyable year. Come up some afternoon, and give us your physical as well as moral support. SOMERVILLE TIES ARLINGTON HIGH SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, Somerville High played its first home game with Arlington High at Dilboy Field, before a crowd of approximately five hundred. The score was 0 to 0. Our team showed clearly that, although they are not a heavy team, they are one of the fast- est in the Suburban League. This seems to predict a successful season. “Danny” Lynch, halfback, Captain “Nick Vitiello, quarterback, and Winn, guard, starred for Somerville High. Captain Gallueci, quarterback, and Lane, end, starred for Arlington High. Line-up Somerville Arlington MacKenzie, 1. e. Regan, 1. t. Stevenson, 1. g. Plummer, c. Winn, r. g. Doolin, r. t. MacNamara, r. e. Vitiello, q. b. Lydon, 1. h. b. Lynch, r. h. b. Manning, f. b. 1. e., Curley 1. t., Winslow 1. g., Callahan c., Davieau r. g., Dineen r. t., Hagerman r. e., Lane q. b., Gallueci 1. h. b., Adams r. h. b., Alexie f. b., Crova

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24 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR Before I married Maggie dear, I was her apple pie, Her precious peach, her honey lamb, The apple of her eye. But after years of married life, This thought I pause to utter, Those fancy names are gone, and now I’m just her bread and butter. —Tid Bits. “This vase is over 3,000 years old.” “Nonsense! Why, it’s only 1930 now.” Chivalrous gentleman (to a man who just settled in the seat he has vacated): “Pardon me, sir, but I meant that seat for this lady here.” Man: “IPs quite all right; that’s my wife!” —Our Paper. Bess: “Did Harry propose to you in flowery language last night?” Tess: “Yes, but I nipped it in the bud.” —Answers. Little Johnny: “Look at the rhinoceros.” Little Willie: “That ain’t a rhinoceros; that’s a hippopotamus. Can’t you see it ain’t got no radiator cap?” —Exchange. There was a tremendous crash. Farmer Jones, who was working in one of his cow sheds, rushed out into the farmyard and, looking up into a nearby tree, saw a small airplane lodged in the topmost branches. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked the airman, who had fortunately escaped in- jury and was in the act of climbing down the tree. “I was trying to create a new air record,” returned the other, sadly. “And you’ve succeeded,” exclaimed the farmer. “You’re about the first chap who has climbed down a tree without first climbing up.” Mrs. Guzzlum: “The party who gave me the recipe for this soup has just died.” Guzzlum: “Then out of respect, let’s drink it in silence.” Mrs. Saphead had just arrived back from a tour of Europe, and her long-suffering ac- quaintances had no opportunity to forget the fact. “And Paris,” she gushed, “Paris is just won- derful ! The people are all so well educated — not at all like they are in this crude country, my dear! Why, even the street cleaners talk French!” —Tit Bits. He was one of those young men who never seem to know when to go. She had yawned several times, when a clock in the hall struck midnight. “Is that an eight-day clock?” asked the young man. “Well,” said the girl, stifling another yawn, “why don’t you stay a little longer and find out?” Tit Bits. t i I ! : : t x A : : A t. A A : i : : s : i t : A t A 4 : : : : : . : : : :, : : : » : : : :» :»,:, :» :, :» :»«:»,!»«t » »» » %«’ , « ' — i I I I A I § t I I 1 ! Son a (Eakr LKitrlmt The Home of the Famous Brownies BROWN IES—CA K ES FUDGE CUP CAKES AT YOUR CAFETERIA 98-B HIGHLAND AVENUE SOMERVILLE Tel. Prospect 1543 —Pathfinder.