Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

Page 14 text:

THE LOOSE PUCK Thomas McNamara 55 Ken Burke waited nervously for his turn to break in on the goalie and shoot; for this was his first time trying out for any or- ganized team, because he had just moved to Central City and didn’t know anybody yet. Finally his turn came and he picked up the puck with his stick and started to shoot; but he fell and he could hear the other boys laughing as he skated toward the bench. The Coach came over and said “Ken, I re- alize that you just came to Central City, but you will have to take a little kidding from the boys and stop acting like a little kid or you’ll never make this hockey team. After a week of practicing, the coach picked his team. Ken was a sub, and he wasn’t too happy because he knew that he wouldn’t get into many games. On the night of the first game they were out on the ice practicing as the arena was filling up. Central High won the game and although Ken didn’t get in, he told himself that there would be other games. Central High had a schedule of 10 games. Near the end of the season Central had won every game and this was their last game with Berkeley High for the championship. Early in the first quarter Berkeley scored, but Central came back with a goal at the end of the second period. The third period Berk- eley scored again and took the lead 2-1. In the last period with five minutes left to play, Central scored to tie. Then the coach said, “All right, Ken, get in there and get us a goal.” Ken’s heart was beating as he knocked the puck over to his wing. “Only one minute left to play!” he said. He skated in front of the Berkeley goal and let his wing bring the puck in. His left wing took a shot and missed, but the rebound came right to Ken, and he lifted the puck into the corner of the net to win the game. His teammates put him on their shoulders and carried him to the lockers laughing and cheering. Ken found his friends and was very happy. LITTLE BOY FOUND Louise Voishnis ’55 It was a crispy mid-November morning as my company and I were marching along a dirt road leading to Strasbourg. We were enroute to a French seaport where a ship would be waiting to take us back to the States. We had had tough going; many of us weren’t marching. Those were unhappy days. But I felt pretty lucky; scratched a little here and there, but not much. To keep those few scratches from hurting and to hide my lone- liness, I had a snapshot in my wallet of my wife Ann, and my son, Johnny, who was al- most eight years old. Before I enlisted in the Army about a year and a half ago, Johnny and I had quite a talk together. We planned fishing and hunting trips, circuses, rodeos, and all the things mothers love to see their husbands and sons do together. Yes, siree, Johnny was getting to be quite a regular fellow. Let’s see, the last time I saw him, his blond hair was turning brown. I re- member how it used to fall over his hazel eyes when he played. When I get home, the first thing I’m going to do is to take Ann and Johnny out on the town—or maybe I’ll be content to stay at home and spend a quiet evening with them near me. We were given orders to rest awhile before we went on. As I sat down and lit a cigarette, I heard some of the men excited about some- thing. When I looked up, I saw what it was. It was a fair-haired boy clad in dirty clothes. (Turn to page 11) Eight

Page 13 text:

say, “Vir, specta haec saxa-haila insans!” or “Man, dig these crazy hailstones.” While the Gawls stopped to reload, all sev- enty of us collected together, and planned an offensive. However, after the second round of shots from the Gawlic guns, all twenty of us deemed it more prudent to plan a defens- ive. We turned and ran towards them thar hills, only to find ourselves surrounded on all sides. We decided to hold our ground. All five of us knelt down and opened fire. Upon hear- ing four men gasp beside me. I, the mighty Quintus X. Sneezer III, decided to surrender. I reached for my toga to rip a piece off, only to discover that togas went out of date long ago. Before I could remove my suitcoat, I felt a sharp sting in my belly. I took my Chlorophyll tablets out, but it was no use. I was sinking fast. As I lie here, dictating these words to your reporter, I get weaker by the minute. Good- bye Lucy! Goodbye Uncle Milty and Marilyn Monroe!. . . .Quintus X. Sneezer III will soon be deceased! I feel cramped . . . gasping for breath . . . oh, to stretch out .... give me rom to breathe . . . boy, those poor sardines in the Editorial Room have nothing on me! DAY DREAMING Mary Lydon 55 As I gazed idly out of my window through the slowly falling snow, my eyes paused re- flectively at the enormous gate of the old Pemberton High School. I began to daydream of the junior year I spent in dear old P. H. S. Especially that day back in December when the snow was falling in its lazy way. I was waiting for Kay, who, as usual, was late. Then all of a sudden something hit me right straight in the face and everything went black. As I came to, I was gazing into a pair of big, soft, brown eyes. “My name is Andre Ouilette and I am very sorry I hit you,” he said. “Oh, that’s all right,” I said “I didn’t need the eye anyway. I am Mary O’Brien. Pleased to meet you, Andre.” “Gee whiz, Mary, I am sorry. And boy, is your eye turning black and blue. Could I help you home or do anything for you?” “No, I’m all right, so don’t worry over spilt milk.” I answered. “I am waiting for a friend. Here she comes now, late as usual.” “Hi, Mary! Goodness gracious! What hap- pened to you? Did you walk into a wall or something?” “No, Kay, just a snowball. Oh! Kay, this is Andre.” “Hello, Andre, how are you?” “I’m fine, Kay, and you?” “Oh, I’m all right, thank you,” answered Kay. “Mary, wasn’t that the new boy from Can- ada, who is supposed to be an all-round ath- lete?” “Yes, you dope. Now put your eye balls back in their sockets and let’s go home.” “How did you meet him? Come on, Mary, tell little Kay. She is all ears.” “Wait until we get home, and over a cup of coffee I’ll give you the low down.” After that day Andre and I became very good friends and went to all the school dances, plays and the prom, but the school year ended all too fast and when the last day was here, I said “Bon voyage” to Andre who was going back to Ontario and his girl. Seven

Page 15 text:

Ynur Gift is a Lift for All [Speech given in Red Feather Community Drive Speaking Contest by Robert Crotty ’54. Bob was complimented on the novelty of his presentation and placed second in the contest.] Today, Folks, we are bringing to you straight from Our Town Stadium, one of the most crucial games ever played on any field. This is the Fifth Annual Red Feather Series, with the Natural Destroyers slugging it out against the home team. Before we go any further, let's have a brief message from our sponsor. “Friends, have you taken out so many in- surance policies that you have to file them for reference? Why not invest in one blanket policy and put your mind at ease? You can do this now by calling RI 2-2000 and learning the facts. Call any time between 9 and 4. Now, back to the ballpark.’’ This is the ninth inning and the game so far has been a toss-up. The Destroyers held a lead in the first inning due to Ty Tornado who really spiked Worcester, Massachusetts. However, a relief pitcher was brought in and the home team tied the score in the third. For those of you who tuned in late, here are the lineups for today’s game. For the Destroyers, Juvenile Delinquency has always been a big threat. We’ve already mentioned Tornado who has done a smash-up job lately. Hurricane is the same type of ball- player. Accident, Disease and Financial Dif- ficulties are a constant menace. Inflation, al though a rookie, has doubled his batting av- erage. Broken Homes have given Juvenile Delinquency a shot in the arm this year. Senility is playing heads up ball despite his many years of service. Although this is a pretty strong line-up, the heme team has one that is equally impres- sive. The Y. M. C. A.’s and the Boy and Girl Scouts are three players who hold a grudge against Juvenile Delinquency. Rehabilita- tion has received a great deal of help from Visiting Nurses this year. U.S.O. is a cheer- ful and very effective operator. Hospitals, Family Service, and Catholic Charities round out the starting team. The secret weapon that the Destroyers hope to use in winning this contest is Public Indifference. The only people who can kill this mental leech are the thinking citizens of this community. Remember, it was Public In- difference that permitted 17% of the people to ratify the government of Russia. We've mentioned only the first nine of the community services, but there are 291 more, every one of which has its good points. Let’s glance now at our own ratings. Whst did you hit in this league last year? A homer . . . triple . . . double, or did you strike out? What? You hit into a double play! Well, you’ll have to improve this year be- cause the competition get’s tougher all the time. To succeed in this game and to get to first base, it is essential that you have an open mind and an open heart, or in ocher words, that you put the golden rule into prac- tice. When a volunteer worker knows that wherever he goes, he has the good will of the people, it makes his task much simpler. Goodwill is something that can’t be bought or sold. It has to come from the heart. So, if you can qualify, you’re sure to reach first base. Salesmanship is involved in order to reach second base. This is done simply by telling your next door neighbor about the campaign. This person-to-person advertising is very ef- fective and it can spell the difference between success and defeat. The giving of your time in such services as being an ambulance driver, a filing clerk, or a collector enables you to slide into third. Our average working day is one-half of what it used to be. Surely you can set aside two of the 168 hours of the week in order to better our community and reach third safely. To complete the cycle you must sit down and figure out where you can stretch or cheat your budget. Financial Contribution brings you across home plate. The only judge of how much to give is yourself. You can bring in the winning run that will insure Red Feather Services for the coming year in Your Com- munity and chalk up a victory for the home team in this Red Feather Series. Then, and only then, will you bat 1000 and make your gift a Lift for all. Will you come through in the clutch ? Nine