Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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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.

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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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TURKEY DAY Patricia Riordan ’56 There’s a fragrance in the kitchen On Thanksgiving Day, And hot pies on the table Will steal your heart away. When the football game is over And the kids have howeward run, You know it’s turkey they're after — Mince pies, company, and fun. With the Turkey on the table, Beaming faces all around — Then Mom puts on the potatoes, And gravy, golden brown. The delicious meal is over. Now the dishes must be done, And who will do these dishes? Why! No one else but Mum! But when the day is over Silence reigns supreme — so dear! Mom sits and thinks how glad she is Thanksgiving comes but once a year. AFTERTHOUGHTS Antoinette Romano ’56 Students who think of Thanksgiving dinner From which they will arise no thinner, Usually think of hot mince pie. But if at times they heave a sigh While eating the turkey and the pie, You can be sure the reason why Is the reflection sad, but true, There’ll be dishes to wash when they are through.. A TEACHER’S TEST Mary Gosbee ’55 (Apologies to Walter de la Mare) Slowly, silently, now she looks Upon the small print in the books. This way and that, she peers to see, Questions strange to you and me; They come to her now, one by one, Finally her question sheet is done. We slouch in our seats in great dismay At the thought of the test she will give today; From out of the air the questions come, By then we arc feeling very dumb; What little we know has lift our minds, And the questions look like foreign signs; The bell rings, which will end our day, And also our dreams of getting A”. LITTLE BOY LOST (Continued from page 8) He had large eyes and scrawny arms and legs. He spoke nothing but German. Soon the company became attached to him or should I say he became attached to us. He followed us all the way to Strasbourg. Poor kid — he would try so hard to keep up with us, but soon the Captain broke down and put him in the Jeep. Come to find out, his background was about the same as many other little chil- dren of that country — family killed, house burned, no food, lonely. We thought we could find a home for him in Strasbourg. Reaching the city we had mail call. There was a long letter from Ann. As I was opening the letter a chill came over me, but it must have been the late afternoon wind. Ann was trying to tell me something and I felt it. It was about Johnny—something had happened. I didn’t want to read on, but I had to. Oh, no! Johnny — Johnny was dead. He had been hit by an automobile. Even though I never cry, I felt tears run- ning from my eyes. When I looked up, I saw a boy, blond, hazel eyes — Johnny! I blinked. No, not Johnny, just a little German boy picked up along the roadside. A boy with no parents, standing in front of me. He looked so sympathetic. I looked away. During the night I kept tossing and turn- ing on my cot. In my mind, all I could see was Ann weeping, and Johnny, and the little German. Next day after a long night, I went to the Chaplain. We talked over my troubles. . . . Soon we were marching again to the sea- port, only this time another soldier had been added to our outfit — the little German boy, Johann. Yes, he was coming home with me. I know Johnny wouldn’t have wanted all those fish- ing and hunting trips, circuses, and rodeos to go to waste, now would he ? Eleven