Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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WHICH WAITER? Mary Andrade '60 Dark haired, brown-eyed Susan Parker was sluggishly yawning. She had not been able to catch two winks of sleep all night. The alarm sounded at three o’clock, remind- ing her, as she jumped out of bed, of the two months of enjoyment to come. She had been waiting five months for this day of departure for Europe. As she fumbled with her bath- robe, she ran out of the darkened room, bumping into luggage parked in the hall out- side her room. She was so excited she decided to slide down the bannister, something she had never before attempted . . . There she was at the base of the staircase, feet up. She happily re- trieved her stand, skipped into the kitchen, and simultaneously rendered an unusually cheerful good-morning to her mother and father, and gulped down her breakfast, for they still had a six-hour ride from Boston to New York. Upon arriving, at Pier 88 where they were to board the T. S. S. Olympia, they admir- ingly looked at what was to be their home for six days. There it was, like a floating pal- ace with the rays of the sun illuminating its new coat of white paint. Susan and her mother were so infatuated with this sight that they almost forgot to bid farewell to poor Dad, who for two months was to enjoy the European trip vicariously through Mom’s and Susie’s letters. “Good-bye, Daddy, and I’ll miss you, and don’t forget to feed the kittens and don’t for- get the canary and be a good boy.” “Good-bye, Susie, Be a good girl and please don’t think up any new schemes about any- thing.” “Okay, Daddy, I promise.” “Good-bye, John. Don’t forget to write. Take care of the house. Don’t forget to write. Good-bye, dear.” (SnifT) “Don’t forget to write.” “Good-bye, Helen, Be sure to enjoy your- self and don’t worry about the house.” “Good-bye.” “Good-bye.” “Good-bye.” “Good-bye.” At six o’clock Susan was comfortably rest- ing in her stateroom after a fatiguing day of riding and unpacking. “Susan, are you coming to dinner?” “I will if I can get out of this comfortable chair.” “Well, you’d better hurry. It’s almost 6:15 and I don’t want to miss the first dinner of our trip.” Susan and Mother arrived in the dining room at exactly 6:15. A pleasant-looking young man, dressed in a spotless white dinner jacket, approached them and designated to them a table at the far side of the room beside a window over- looking the peaceful Atlantic. When they were comfortably seated with the help of their waiter, a tall, elegant creature, as Susan referred to him, with a grey jacket, black trousers, a white shirt and a black bow tie, gave them the menu and took their orders. As he left Susan said, “Mother, I’m in love.” “Oh, Susan, we just came aboard not more than four hours ago. Who could you possibly be in love with ?” “Really, Mother, I can feel it.” “My dear child, who are you in love with this time?” Sixteen

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THE CHURCH BELL Richard .Marlin ’60 The church bell is ringing. In loud, lively tones; It seems to be saying, “Get up, lazy bones.” The children are strolling, They all look so neat; The bell calls their parents. In church they will meet. Its sound is so thrilling, We speak not a word; It vibrates so loudly. For miles it is heard. A PICTURE OF YOU William Barrow ’60 A picture of you For one of me, To have through life As a memory. We swap our snaps With friends and foes And on the back The Blarney flows. Though full of praise They will have sung Of golden days When we were young. HALLOWE’EN Isabelle Warnock ’59 The sound of children’s laughter Drifts through the door to me And takes me on a tour back to A childhood memory. When goblins, ghosts, and witches too, Seemed real enough to touch And Hallowe’en had seemed to me To mean so very much. I think now as I sit here. Of all the time gone by, And melancholy thoughts provoke A carefree little sigh. As I hear their hearty laughter To me it really seems That I am just a child once more. For just this Hallowe’en. THANKSGIVING Isabelle Warnock ’59 We have so much in this dear land of love and liberty That we often forget the ones less fortunate than we, Those, who oppressed in foreign lands are struggling every day To gain the freedom we here now possess in every way. Some of them are hungry and have no place to stay And it must be faith that holds them up along their lonely way, And so as our Thanksgiving Day draws near, let us resolve That we shall not deny their pleas but for them to strive to solve With all our strength and vigor the problems that we see Until on next Thanksgiving Day the whole world may be Because of all our strivings, as thankful as are we. PRELUDE Janet Resteghini ’59 Around me trees are gray and bare, Winter will toss her silver hair. And sing to us her icicle song, Of days that are coming, cold and long. Hurry, my children, can’t you hear? Gather the apples and pumpkins near. Chop the wood and put it around Before tiny snowflakes cover the ground. But as you are working, little ones, Be not too happy and gay. For our dear red and gold friend, the Autumn Is slowly passing away. UNPOSSESSED Janet Resteghini 59 Eyes of Egypt, slant and green, Tell me what your depths have seen ? Have you traversed far and wide, On yonder hill and countryside? Tell me your story, my little cat, Have you tangled with this and that? I can only sit and wait. And never scold when you are late. For a cat is a noble and intelligent thing. That no one can own, for joy to bring. So all his life he will wander free. And can never really belong to me. Fifteen

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“Mother, don’t you know?” “No.” “Our waiter. Isn't he handsome?” “Don’t be silly, Susan. You just saw him now for the first time.” “Mother, haven’t you ever heard of love at first sight? Sh! Here he comes.” For the six days of their sea voyage Susan tried to spend as much time as she could in the dining room to talk to Nick, which she later discovered was his name, for the per- sonnel were not allowed to mingle with the passengers. Of course, she couldn’t spend all her life in the dining room so she was trying to devise a scheme in which she could see Nick outside the dining room, but, remem- bering her father’s parting words she decided she had better not get herself into trouble. On the fourth day of their voyage the ship landed at Halifax, Nova Scotia, and for five glorious hours Susan and Nick went sight- seeing. Two days later they arrived at Lisbon, where the tour of Europe was to begin. At breakfast, Susan, with a handkerchief full of tears, said her final good-bye to Nick, hoping to see him again on her return trip. Touring Lisbon, Gibraltar, Malaga, Barce- lona, and Cannes, Susan was still dreaming of Nick. Touring Naples, Messina, Corfu, and Crete, her mother was beginning to see signs of life again in Susan. But, when they came to Athens, Nick’s home, Susan began to swoon again. Through Odessa and Yalta she was determined not to forget Nick, and poor mother was also beginning to become sad with the love life of her daughter. But tour- ing Sochi, Istanbul, Rhodes, Haifa, and Alex- andria, Susan really showed signs of re- covery, and through Malta, Casablanca, and back to Lisbon, Susan mentioned nothing whatsoever about Nick. Yes, the glorious day had finally arrived when Susan was to board the T. S. S. Olym- pia. This time the scene in their stateroom was different. “Mother, you don’t have to change your clothes, you look wonderful.” “It’ll take only a minute, dear.” “But, mother, we’ll be late for dinner.” “All right, dear, let's go.” Susan ran all the way to the dining room, dragging her mother along with behind her. They were greeted by the same young man and assigned to a table. But where was Nick? Susan searched the room from table to table and checked the waiters coming through the swinging doors with their arms covered with trays, but Nick was nowhere in sight. “Mother, he’s not here.” “Now, dear, he must be here somewhere.” “But, Mother, I know he’s not here.” “Susan, stop acting like a child.” While Susan was panting, a young man walked to their table, waiting, ready to take their order. He was dressed in the usual grey jacket, black trousers, white shirt ,and black bow tie, but, there was something at- tractive to Susan about this dark-haired, blue-eyed young man. “Mother, I’m in love.” “Please, Susan, not another waiter.” “Mother, you don’t understand.” “Yes, dear, I understand perfectly, but, what about that other poor boy ?” “Mother, you don’t expect me to brood over him forever? I have to try to forget him.” “Yes, dear.” “Isn’t he adorable? And isn’t that Greek accent cute?” Again Susan went sight-seeing, but this time his name was Gus. And again Susan spent all the time she could in the dining room talking to Gus. “Susan, if you don’t leave that poor boy alone, you’ll get him fired.” Seventeen