Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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THE BLIND DATE Carmen Gailey ’59 Helen Carter, a dark, curly-headed young beauty, stared out of her window as the rain beat down on her lovely flowers. Her eyes wandered over to where her convertible was parked, and she noticed that the top wasn’t up. In a rage, Helen hurried into the room and asked, “Who did it? Who forgot to put the top up?” If you will calm down for a minute, I’ll ex- plain,” replied her brother Joe. ‘T wish somebody would! It will take weeks before it dries out, and heaven only knows if the seat covers will survive after such a beating and with the party only two days away! What will I do? I’ve got a blind date that night and I’m supposed to furnish the transportation! What am I---------” “Pete borrowed it,” her brother interrupt- ed. “He needed it to go downtown for some equipment for his own car.” Helen started at Joe with a question on her face. Then with a very indignant voice she asked, “And just who is Pete?” “He’s a new boy in town. Just moved here two weeks ago,” replied her brother in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. “Do you mean that new boy who has the ’58 Ford convertible?” “Uh-huh,” grunted her brother. “Well!” she exclaimed and with that, grab- bed her raincoat and hurried towards the door. “Where are you going?” questioned her brother. “I’m going to wash out Pete’s car for him. That’s the least I can do.” “Oh,” replied her brother and sat down. By the time her remark had seeped into his brain, Helen was half way down the street. “Those two! I don’t know what I’ll ever do with them,” replied her mother as she closed the door behind Joe. By the time Joe had caught up with Helen, it was too late for she had already lowered the top of Pete’s convertible. “What’s good for the goose is certainly good for the gander,” he heard her reply as he approached her. “If you had waited,” he yelled, “I would have told you that Pete tried to put the top up, but the button was stuck. He went home to get some canvas to keep your car dry until the rain stopped, and then he was going to fix it for you.” “Oh!” she cried, and ran up the street. “What will I do?” she thought. As she turn- ed in the driveway, she looked back to see Pete run up, look at his car, and then sharply glance at her. “Oh!” she exclaimed and ran into the house. “Quick, mom, lock all the doors and windows!” “Now wait a minute,” her mother pro- tested. “What’s going-------” “Don’t ask any questions now,” interrupt- ed Helen and ran upstairs to lock the win- dows. After checking them, she ran down- stairs again to check the doors but found her- self face to face with Pete. “Oh — hi there — see you later?” With that she ran for the stairs, but before she could make it, Pete had her by the arm. “Now, young lady,” he said with a sly smile on his face, you’ve got some tall work ahead of you, such as bailing out my car, cleaning the interior, mending the seat cov- THirteen

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Meet the Editors Left to right: Janet Restcghini and Dorothy Thorne in o borrowed MGA roadster. If you run into a cute, tiny brunette near the Editorial Room someday, you can be sure it’s Janet Resteghini, Editor of the “Radi- ator.” She will probably be on her way to the office with a notice for the bulletin, to the printer with some copy, or else she’ll be making a “mad dash” to her next class (yes, she even finds time for classes.) Besides carrying out her editorial duties, Janet is an active member of the Yearbook Staff and the Student Council. In her junior year, Janet was a member of the Class Day Honor Guard, and the Radiator Staff, and was elected to the National Honor Society; she was a member of the Pep Club in her sophomore year. Every day, after school, Janet works in the offices of the Harvard Graduate School of Business Administration. Recently Janet competed with approxi- mately sixty journalists from all over New England in an essay contest for an $1,800 scholarship, and was chosen one of the ten finalists. If Janet receives this scholarship, she will enter the Boston University School of Public Relations and Communications next September and major in Journalism. When Janet’s not busy writing, working, or doing homework, she knits! She is quite an expert on making sweaters, mittens, etc. (We also hear she has a profound interest in Harvard Law School.) We wish you luck, Janet, as you travel through your senior year, and for many years after, and we look forward to reading your brilliant novels in the future. Want the personification of school spirit? Then Dottie Thorne is what you’re looking for. If you ever have a cause that will be worthwhile to the school, this tall, green- eyed miss will be the first to come to the rescue. She’s the gal who’s been haunting you to return your proofs, bring in your data cards, and for dozens of other Yearbook matters. In her Sophomore year, Dottie’s activities included: Receiving her 4-inch letter in GAA for Badminton, Basketball, and Swim- ming. She is also a member of Players’ Club, Entertainment Group, and the Junior Community Chorus. During her junior year she was a mem- ber of the Players’ Club, the Girls’ Choir, the Glee Club and a contributing editor on the Radiator Staff. She also received her 6-inch letter in GAA, this time for Bad- minton, Bowling, Golf and Softball. And now in her senior year, Dottie is active in the Players’ Club, Radiator Staff, and Editor of the Yearbook. She is hoping to receive her pin this year in GAA for Bad- minton, Golf and Bowling. She is also a mem- ber of the Student Council and may be seen busy learning her lines for the role of Joan White, a school girl, in the Harriet M. Bell Scholarship Play to be put on in January. Dottie’s main hobbies are eating (her favorite food is fried rice), playing the piano, reading, sewing, and listening to Johnnie Ray records. (She cries when he cries in his tear-jerking songs.) Her first love, however, is stuffed animals, especially dogs (not particularly hot). In her spare time (where she gets it no one knows), she is a Rainbow Girl, a member of M. Y. F. an da second-grade Sunday School teacher. Dottie hopes to go either to the University of Massachusetts or Northeastern next fall, and major in psychology. With your per- sonality, perseverance and pep, Dottie, you are sure to be welcomed on any college campus, and a success in all your endeavors. Twelve

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ers, and fixing the radio if necessary. I’ll ex- pect you at eight o’clock sharp.” “Now, wait a minute. What about my car? Just look at it!” she pouted and ran to the window, “It’s--------It’s-------Her mouth dropped in amazement. THE TOP WAS UP! “I finally got the button in working con- dition again,” he said, “The rain didn’t even reach the pedals. “But---------” she continued. “Don’t forget, eight o’clock sharp!” With that, he pulled his coat up around his neck and ran down the street. Helen didn’t sleep well that night, for Pete's handsome face and sly smile haunted her. Eight o’clock came quickly for her. She dragged herself out of bed and started down to Pete’s house. Pete was already waiting when she arrived. “You’re late!” was his first remark. He said not even good morning or how are you. I could be dying on my feet for all he cares, she thought. Helen stood there staring at him, hiding her anger. He came closer to her, and her knees trembled. He came so close, she could feel his breath on her cheek. Sud- denly, he took her hand and as he did this, her heart began to beat widly. Then Pete stood away and said, “Now, get busy.” Anger flared up in Helen when she looked at the hand he had so gently touched and found suspended from it a bucket and a sponge. Helen worked all morning, bailing all the water out of the car, cleaning the interior, and mending the seat covers. Fortunately the radio wasn’t damaged. When she was finish- ed, she walked up to Pete’s door and rang the bell. Pete came to the door and Helen walked up to him with dreamy eyes and said, “Pete?” Pete stood staring at her and said, “Yes?” “Pete?” she said, her hand sliding up to his neck. Just like a girl, he thought. As he bent forward, Helen pushed the wet sponge in his face and said, “Pete, you need a towel.” Pete stood there watching her fly up the street with her hair blowing in the breeze and her laughter still echoing in his ears. Helen didn’t see Pete at all after that day. Finally, the night of the party came, and Helen sat in the parlor anxiously waiting for her blind date to arrive. At eight-sharp the door bell rang. Helen ran to answer it and as she opened the door, she stared into the sly smile of Pete. “Pete!” she exclaimed. “Is all forgiven?” he asked, extending his hand in a friendly gesture. Turning her head she replied, “Of course. I’ll get my coat.” She timidly handed her coat to Pete, and he help- ed her on with it. As they walked to his car, Helen thanked her lucky stars that the night was dark enough to hide her excitement and most of all her blushes. SEASON OF PLENTY Janies Kakos ’60 It’s harvest time and the cornfields are golden, the mellow days are short, and the sunset is a misty red. The farmer is proud of his crop and is content with his year’s work. The smell of burning leaves, the sight of sparkling dew on the bright orange pum- pkins at dawn, the wisp of fragrance from the kitchen, mean it’s Thanksgiving time once more. Relatives come from far and near —cousins, aunts, uncles, and a few friends. While pies are baking and turkeys are bast- ing, the old and young sit down and talk, waiting for the feast of Thankfulness. Fourteen