Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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18 SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 1932 Uh, huh. Ye Okie Mud Slinger, Ye Weary Satirist, Ye Cynical Commentator, or You Big Bum, or what have you — back again despite all your wiles and willies. You know, when a man can run for three seasons straight, he must be good. (He ought to be after practicing at your expense for two years, sez you, you big bully!) But that’s nothing in comparison. Just think, after this issue is issued (a common occurrence among is- sues), your ‘umble heditor expects to be running with half the Senior Class after, him for thirty years. Oh, well, c’est la vie. Or maybe I’m wrong. I don’t know whether to razz the Sophs or not. (More honestly, I’m hard up for a good gag). (More paren- theses: as usual.) You know, Slobbermores have been f A STUDY PUPILS NIGHTMARE ) ———————”” ragged so much that I sometimes think they are bet- ter left unsaid. And if you consider it from several angles, there’s more truth in it than there usually is- in Ye Classie Noties. But it is true that one Slopmore approached his- home-room teacher bearing one cent. Why the pecu- nious baggage? (Aha. my dictionary, watsonofagun.) The dear, better still, the chubby dear wanted to buy a nice wittle graham kwacker so that he could keep’ his cheeks wed. Watch out, Slop, and don’t forget your rubbers, ’cause we’re reigning now, and you won’t get a chance to forget it! VECKESHUNS By now we’re a far cry from vacations, but here’s- the dope. Karl Ernst (editor’s note: Run the last two words of the preceding sentence together with those fust two of this sentence — see what I mean?????). Anyway, Karl ornamented the summer sands of Onset between his engagements at Mosely’s. Mister Irving “Joan I..” Isinger wrote us a colorful letter about the glories of the Cliff House at Ogun- quit, Maine. Harriett Burk earned herself a nice little “A” in English with a novel story about her experi- ences last summer in leading a group of small girls at a summer camp. Rajah Carpenter stretched his feet along the Hudson, and they do say that the same pedal-extremities covered the territory between Bear Mountain and West Point. Think of that sometime when the big boy begs your leave goils! Ah, yes — we must not forget our sassiety, I mean, society. The Misses York, Jones and Rieser summered on the Cape. (More or less.) And now to continue where we left off. James and Lermond Schmidt went, as usual, up where the granite comes, from, in some little town in Maine. And take it from me, ’cause I know, they make ’em plenty small up there, and they put ’em where you’d never expect to find them. Carroll Throensen ran up the bank balance- via the usual State House job — Criminal Mind De- partment, strange to say. Myself? Had a great summer. Had some great days in July, look — see-ed Detroit in August (also- roamed around half of Maine, one Sunday), and fin- ished it off in September with a great time in New York. And so, here we are, back at the old strug- gle again. REMINDER: Your loving teachers are planning to give you an ever-welcome present soon. Always

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 17 EXCHANGES By Evelyn Baton. ’32. Exchange Editor THE SLATER PIONEER. Samuel Slater Junior High, Pawtucket, R. I. To dedicate your June issue to two classmates who have “Gone Beyond was indeed •commendable. THE CLARION, Jamaica Plain High School, Bos- ton, Mass. What a picture is presented in “Tempes- tus!” The author of the essay on “Jazz” certainly made us believe that that type of music is typically Ameri- can! THE DISTAFF, Girls’ High School, Boston, Mass. The girls who contributed to the “Poets’ Nook” of your May issue, gave us some good reading. THE NODDLER, East Boston High, Boston, Mass. A striking contrast occurred in the Class Poem of the Class of 1931. You also had a unique way of arrang- ing your class pictures. THE FULGOR, Hartford High School, White River •Junction, Vt. The heading for your June “Alumni” Department was very attractive. The School Tattler has its share of “individuality.” THE GOLDEN ROD, Quincy High School, Quincy, Mass. We can always count on a good all-round mag- azine. An excerpt from “The Golden Rod”:— The Scotchman’s Song Hi diddle diddle. Pm round in the middle; I just ate a dinner for two. It may make me fat But who cares for that? As long as the dinner’s on you. THE CORD AND COWL, St. Joseph’s Seminary, •Callicoon, N. Y. Welcome to our midst, stranger! “Kampus Kraks” — what a jolly department! “At a Franciscan Monastery” made us think that its author would have liked to be there. “St. Anthony of Padua” was an interesting tale. OLD HUGHES, Hughes High School, Cincinnati, Ohio. “Trade Winds” — what an ideal heading for an Exchange column! In fact, all your headings are extremely appropriate and attractive. THE LEMON-STIR, Leominster, Mass. “The Fatal Ship” and “The Sailor’s Treasure Chest” gave us the impression that some pupils in your school are fond of sea stories. “Good things come in small packages,” “Lemon-Stir.” We are proud to exchange with such a well-filled magazine. THE ORACLE, Manchester High School, Manches- ter, N. H. Another magazine with whom we are proud to exchange! Keep up the good work, Oraclers! THE SOUTHERN BELL, Southern Junior High School, Somerville, Mass. Greetings, neighbor! Your graduation number had the cover of the month. THE POINTER, Quincy Point Junior High School, Quincy, Mass. We like the way your columns are ar- ranged. Every article is given a degree of prominence. THE MADISONIAN, Madison High School, Madi- son, N. H. Your literary department contains many enjoyable tales. THE SHUTTLE, High School of Practical Arts, Bos- ton, Mass. “Graduation,” “The Procession,” and “The Parting” merit our congratulations. Regrets of part- ing at graduation are very cleverly portrayed in these three poems. THE HOLT SCHOOL MAGAZINE, Holt School, Liverpool, England. “Corridor Opinions” is a very original piece of work. “The Examiner’s Nightmare” was very amusing. MEDFORD REVIEW, The Medford High School, Medford, Mass. Sincerest welcome to another neigh- bor. How Black Hawk, the Famous Robber, Iras Caught (Continued from page 11) in and grabbed his hand and shouted: “Sh, there’s a robber down the cellar stealing things from the attic.” So hand in hand they skipped off to the at- tic. When they got there they saw Black Hawk just opening one of the huge French windows near the furnace. “Stop!” whispered the policeman, but instead of stopping, the man threw a boomerang at the two. It knocked the servant and the officer out and John Doe made good his getaway. Two days later they awoke with a start and resumed the chase. They finally sighted the thief three or four miles ahead of them, just .as they were entering Yellowstone Park, near the Mexican border, after three months, seven- teen days, eleven hours, fifty-three minutes, and twenty-nine seconds of hard running. They were about ten feet, seven and one-half inches away from him when they saw a thin shape circling around the Statute of Liberty. All of a sudden the shape started for them, then it veered towards the thief who suddenly started to dodge, twist and duck, but to no avail, the shape hit him on the head and knocked him out. The servant and the officer rushed to the scene and found that it was the thief’s own boomerang. You know they always come back to their owners.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL RADIATOR 19 thoughtful, ever mindful of the pupils’ needs, they have decided to give out, absolutely free, a fresh set of report cards. Such unprecedented generosity! Still, any Soph who wants mine can have same for fifty cents. (And I could be persuaded to do it for less!) Give an ear: If you haven’t heard Vic Young’s trumpet player on that 7.00 WAAB Bing Crosby pro- gram, you’ve missed something; best show in Boston for a dog’s age, Lew Leslie’s “Rhapsody in Black!” Ethel Waters a riot! “Rhapsody in Blue” rendition perfect; “Man About Town” good column to get the dope about celebs; “Palmy Days,” they say, is a riot; it must be the heat. Well, that’s about all now. You know, you better sit down now and write a couple of wise cracks. Send ’em in to Ye Editor, who will publish them, no matter what they be. That’s how hard times are. See you in the breadline. Greetings, salutations, etc. Back again, and at it again, only there’s more pleasure to it this year. For, being a Junior, I can have the unsurpassed joy of in- sulting the Sophomores as I — and the class in gen- eral — was insulted last year. Well, we survived it, and — new Sophs, we hope you may be able to do the same. Sophomores--we greet you, shake your hands, wish you luck and direct you up the wrong staircase. And, by the way, have you yet, reached the floor of your destination only to discover that you are on the wrong stairway and “that T. S.” glaring at you is telling you you must go back. Even we enjoy (?) that privi- lege. You think teachers can’t do the impossible but here’s one who did. She had a Junior Class com- pletely mystified for five minutes. Well, when an alge- bra teacher begins to talk about an “order of Stones” arriving, who wouldn’t be puzzled. Were the stones for building purposes? Were they to throw at inat- tentive Sophs? No, wrong again. You see (or do you), the teacher was referring to an order of alge- bra books, namely “The New Math,” by Stone. Ketch in ? Oh, by the way, the phrase, Ketch in is used by special permission of the copyright owner, a Senior girl, or at least, I hope it is. Speaking of names of authors there’s the French history we use — or do we? And if you should look on the title page you would find that one of the authors is Teresa Macironc. That’s what we get when we cram French during a lunch period, n’est ce pas? Then there’s the Junior boy (yes — Juniors oc- casionally do such things) who is always forgetting something. One day in exasperation Miss E— said: “Do you ever forget the way to school in the morn- ing?” “No,” replied the gentleman (??), “but I forget to pay my carfare.” My, my, my-tah! In a recent algebra class the inevitable problem of the eggs was brought up. So many eggs, and so many broken. You recognize the type? Well, when the example had been duly solved and discussed there came a meek voice from the rear of the room: “But don’t you make any use of the broken eggs?” I won- der if the owner of the voice ever tried such a feat. Then there’s the Junior Ancient History Class that seems to be one ripple after another. F’r instance, came the question (as questions will come): “What was the Roman method of cremation?” And, in a low voice came the answer: “Burning.” Not reahly! My deah! And also, the astounding knowledge that the first racketeers were Romans, was imparted to this class by the inimitable Mr. O’L. These two Romans (namely Sulla and Marius) would surely have a keen time in this present-day world or may be I should say that the present-day world would have a keen time with Marius and Sulla. Can’t you imagine being taken for a ride in a Roman chariot. I hear that with the depression in Chicago that they can’t afford to take the victim for a ride, they take him for a hitch- hike.