Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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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

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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

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WINTER ARRIVES Rosalie McAllister 56 When the wind blows cold down the long street, Very few people you chance to meet. The houses are all shut up tight, Ready to face a wintry night. The leaves have toppled from the trees; Bare branches sway now in the breeze; A snippy frost now bites one’s nose, As Winter comes, and Autumn goes. ATHLETICS—AN APPRECIATION Walda Corbett ’56 Our football players take the field They have both brains and brawn; Our hockey players hit the ice Before the break of dawn. Our basketball and track teams Stand high in every test, And our baseball team is rated Well up among the best. These athletes work in every way To help the Red and Blue, And to prove to others, Somerville’s A school, sincere and true. And then we have our cheerleaders Who really are just groat. They’re always in there smiling, No matter what our fate. The men who’ve coached our able boys To championships of state Have gained the reputation Of being tops. They rate! LUNCH TIME Bob Carlton ’55 “Here’s your homework!” teachers yell But it’s too late, they've heard the bell. The Lunchroom is the goal of all As they push and shove through every hall. It’s lucky that there’s no one killed So quickly is the lunchroom filled. “First come, first served,” say the first ones there Because they’ve taken every chair. Carelessly the books arc tossed, Their pages being ripped or lost. Hey! Be careful where you heave that book! Oh! My cake! I’m afraid to look! All the rest will stand to eat, Gosh! They wish they had a seat! But those who sit are not so glad. Indeed, they’re many very sad. For so crowded are they in each seat They can hardly lift their arms to eat. But no complaints come from this bunch As long as there’s a time called “lunch.” THAT’S MY BOY Isabelle Mooradian ’55 “Anytime” that Eddie sings On radio or TV, You sense and really feel His personality. “Maybe” it is because He sings stranght from the heart And his little speeches Sincerity impart. “Many Times” I have marveled At his unpretentious manner, And his dedicated audiences For Eddie’s encores clamor. DREAMS Beverly Conn ’55 Oh. who would ask the living death Of sleep, quite free of mortal dreams? What winsome wealth of wisdom dwells In the unconscious realm of rest, The rest that offers flight from strife, The quandary of wayward life? “Maybe” I am partial, But it really seems to me That tho’ he is so popular He maintains his humility. “Even Now” I cannot place My finger on The Reason I only know it’s Eddie Fisher Or else,—to me it’s treason! The transient world of kindly things Is glimpsed by mortals but in dreams: They whisper through a velvet mist Of memory, the sweet desires, The tende’rer loves, the fresher tears, We mused on once in bygone years. Dream-castles of unconscious mind Drift lazily on clouds of sleep; The troubles of the turbid world Are banished by the innocence Of fairy fancies, that may lift A spent soul from the common drift. WE ARE THANKFUL Carolyn Wallace ’56 This beautiful day with sunshine bright. This beautiful country, a beautiful sight. The family around this table right now, This prayer we are giving as each head we bow. We thank Thee, Dear Lord, for this wonderful feast, We thank Thee, Dear Lord, for the long waited Peace, We thank Thee, Dear Lord, for our family ties strong. And pray Thee Lord to keep us from wrong. Ten.