Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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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

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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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oLiit op d dwards ,J}une, 1933 The list below shows the many awards offered at graduation to Somerville High School students who have qualified for them by their scholastic, athletic and extra-cur- ricular records. It is printed to serve several purposes. To the graduated award-winners, it serves as a recognition of their achievements. To the sophomores and juniors, it should serve as a stimulus because the three year record of students is taken into consideration when awards are made. To the seniors, it should serve as a reminder that these, and many others are offered to those who avail themselves of the opportunity. SCHOL Harriet M. Hell Scholarships: (Given by S. H. S. Players’ Club) Barbara Ekstrom Helen Gifford Carol Noonan Walter Jackson Warren Little Leo Sonis Elsie It Ericson Scholarship: (Given by Somerville Women’s Club) Lorraine Mahoney Somerville Teachers’ Club Scholarships: Warren Little Lorraine Mahoney Somerville Lodge No. 917, B. P. O. E.: Kathleen Revoir SCHOLARSHIPS AWARDED Boston College, School of Nursing: Nancy Bradley Boston University, College of Music: George DeFelice Boston University, College of Liberal Arts: Virginia Silliker Harvard College: Frederic Johnson Mass. State Union of Women’s Clubs: Myra Goodridge Mass. Institute of Technology: David McGoff Delta Sigma Theta Sorority: Myra Goodridge Northeas ern University: W. Gayle Morgan PRIZES AND IP AWARDS Music Department Scholarships: (Given by S. II. S. Music Dept.) Rosalie Catanzano Frederic Johnson Joan Kaloyanides David McGoff Portia Scholarships: (Given by Girls’ Debating Team) Norma DeFeo Florence Lionetti Somerville Schoolmen's Club Scholarships: Myra Goodridge Shirley Panchy James A. Logan Post No. 6800, V. F. W.: Ralph Lauretano V OUTSIDE ORGANIZATIONS Suffolk University: Martin Sheehan Grand Lodge of Mass.: Order of the Sons of Italy: Norma DeFeo Boston University, College of Practical Arts Letters: Mary Drakopoulos Boston University, College of Business Administration: Edward Kraft Women’s Auxiliary, Middlesex So. District Med. Society: Shirley Panchy Trinity College: David Mclsaac Forthiun Club: Ruth McKenzie Mildred Nilsen CERTIFICATES Washington Franklin Medal: (Excellence in U. S. History) David McGoff Excellence in U. S. History in Non-Prep. Course: Lorraine Mahoney Sarah A. Fox—Latin Prize: Frederic Johnson A. Marguerite Browne French Award: W. Gayle Morgan (Turn to page 2-1) Twelve