Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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6 THE 5. H. 5. AUTHENTIC Harold tells me Harry Brown is a successful mine owner in Yakataga, Alaska, and is classed as a multi-millionaire, and lias already sent the town of Stoneham $1,000,000 to be used in building new schoolhouses. Edward Hines, now a civil engineer, is also out in that part of the country, and is about to marry a native and settle there. Alton said he liked nothing better than to arrive in port the latter part of the week, take a run out to Stoneham and get a baked bean supper at the home of Louise Davis, who is running a boarding house, as she could have just what she wanted to eat, and if she wanted strawberry short- cake twenty-one times a week, she had it. The last time he took supper there he met Ernest Bell and his wife Hazel. Ernest has taken up the min- istry, and has a charge in the town of Irving, N. H Oh ! by the way, isn’t that the little town where our old classmate, Winifred Payson moved to? The name Irving somehow or other made me think of her. Yes, and Ernest tells me she has bought a little cottage and is living out an ideal life, with her cats and parrot; just such a life as I should imagine our shy and retiring Winnie would care for. While in Stoneham, Alton tells me, lie heard Bertha Yancey was expected home for the summer after a nine years’ absence in the South. She is a successful teacher of languages in the largest school for girls in the state of Alabama. Thus we spent many a pleasant evening recalling old times and acquaintances. After an uneventful, tint delightful voyage, we hear the welcome cry of “land in sight.” Bidding Oapt. Estes goodbye, I set foot in one of the most interesting cities of Scotland. For magnitude, the shipbuilding industry of Glasgow is unparalleled in the history of nations. Walking through George’s square I ran across an old friend, Willard Moulton, who was interested in the ship yards, being himself a designer. He had just received a commission to design a yacht for Mrs. Nicholas Butterworth, (formerly Glare Price). Clare intends to set sail for “Turkey” when her yacht is completed. Willard had his first experience with yachts in sailing his craft on Durgin ' s pond long years ago. Edinburgh, the pride of Scotland, was my next point of interest, and in walking down its famous Princes street, I met our old friend Roy Dike, a scholarly looking gentleman in a black frock coat and a tall silk hat. Roy is now professor of mathematics at Harvard, and, like myself, was touring England and Scotland, and together we visited Holvrood castle, and the various points of interest in that beautiful city. Roy asked me if I had heard from Raymond Fisk of late years. Why, yes, it was only last summer, while out in Soutli Dakota, that I visited the farm run by our old classmate. Raymond is the proprietor of one of the most magnificent farms it was ever my good fortune to see. Raymond got his first taste for farming hoeing potatoes to earn money for a college ice at Downs’ ice cream parlors. On boarding the train for the East, I was surprised to find our conductor to he an old class- mate, Fred McLaughlin. Fred makes a most genial conductor, and we passed many an hour swapping experiences. Fred’s experiences could fill an encyclopedia. I learned through Fred that Julia Donovan had joined the sisterhood of St. Francis at Baltimore, Maryland, and was known as Sister Alice; that Alice Patclieti had joined the “Salvation Army” and was slumming in Chicago, and much praise was given her for the good work she had done. I asked Fred if lie ever ran across Marah Bancroft. Fred says, “Why yes, she is now a Mrs. Johnny Jones, a dealer in Anti-fat, and Marah quite frequently travels from place to place with her husband. Anti-fat seems to have no effect on Johnny’s 800 pounds of avoirdupois. Perhaps Marah wouldn’t let him test the article, as she always had a fondness for stout people.” After bidding Roy goodbye I took the train for London. When a stranger enters London, even though lie has been accustomed to life in a large city, lie recognizes at once that here is something superior to anything he has ever known. Of all great cities, London is the greatest. In visiting Westminster I noticed a distinguished looking gentleman ap- proaching. On coming nearer I recognized our friend, William Mcflale, senator from Massachu- setts, now on a visit to Ambassador Alexander Dowie, Jr. After chatting half an hour, I was delighted to learn to what heights of fame our old classmate Eflie Briggs had attained. She was now playing at the St. James, London, in “Twelfth Night.” In our school days Ettie showed marked ability as “Mother Carey” in the play “Among the Breakers.” After a few side trips to notable places in England, I set sail from Liverpool on the steamer “Enterprise,” and after a five days’ trip of stormy weather, arrived in New York, glad to set foot on the land of stars and stripes once more.

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THE S. H. 5. AUTHENTIC 5 to them, however, for when it is recalled to his memory, he declares it never happened. In February we began to make flowers for the graduation decorations of ’05. Many enjoyable parties were held at the different houses. A little work was always followed by refreshments and games. The control of the “Authkxtic” passed into our hands the last part of May. From a wreck we have built it up into a respectable paper. A good subscription list would relieve its managers from soliciting so many advertisements from our con- genial merchants. We were glad enough to get back to school after the summer vacation, but we found things changed. Our beloved teacher, Miss Buzzell, was not there to welcome us. We were assured that although she was not well, she would probably be with us by Thanksgiving. Later news came that she was too ill to come then and we were all very much grieved, for siie was one of our best loved teachers. She has not been able to return since, but our hearts are with her in her trouble. At last we were in those back seats in room 13. How tickled we were, to be sure, for we had always coveted those very seats. We began the study of Chemistry under Miss Turner. In class one day Miss Turner asked Dodie what made rain water soft. Dodie replied that it became soft from falling so far. One day a tre- mendous explosion startled us in the laboratory. A column of blue flame shot up the sink spout at the tables of Mi 1 . McLaughlin and Miss Davis Carbon disulphide had been poured down the sinks and in some way hot sulphur found its way there also. Naturally a loud but harmless explosion followed. ' The class held a very enjoyable Senior Party Jan. 2(5, in Red Men’s hall. It was a success soci- ally and financially. A Shirt Waist Party also was held June 8, at the same place. Both were enjoyed by all who attended. Rehearsals for the play, “Among the Breakers,” were begun in December. It was produced Feb. 23 and was in every way a success. It was again produced April 25 at the request of the Athletic association. June 11 we held our banquet at the American House. The evening was full of fun and frolic. Mr. Hoev made an excellent toastmaster. One feature of the evening was a toast to our absent friend, Miss Buzzell, to whom our hearts turn in sympathy. The Platonic friendship of Harold and Bertha has been the cause of much merriment to the rest of us. And now I think my task is finished. If there is as much development in die years to come as has taken place in the past, I predict that you will hear from some of us in the near future. Wm. B. Maims Class Prophecy the early part of the year 1933, le Acme Mercantile Company oved into their new and coin- odious building at the corner of r ashington and Winter Streets. In my boyhood days it was always my desire to enter into the mercantile business, and now, at the opening of this new building, I found myself in charge of one of its leading departments. Therefore it seemed advis- able for me to spend some time abroad visiting the chief commercial cities, that I might keep in touch with the newest and best ideas, and incident- ally fulfil a long cherished dream of a trip across the Atlantic. Having made every preparation for my depar- ture, I now stand on the deck of the steamer “Mystic” waving a fond good-bye to friends and associates. Someone placed a hand on my shoulder. Turning around I was surprised to find my old classmate, Alton Estes, captain of the ship. We had many happy visits in his cabin, and in reminiscent mood talked of school life and class- mates. I told him, on my western trips I had run across several of our schoolmates. While in Buf- falo I always call upon our old friend Harold Sher- man, now running one of the largest department stores in that city. Harold has built up an enor- mous business, giving double silver stamps with every purchase, and in the shoe department, where they sell the “Emerson” shoe, he gives “1C to 1.” It is Harold ' s greatest sorrow that he couldn’t pass for a “heathen Chinee” and be under the tuition of Miss Emerson, now a missionary in the flowery kingdom.

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THE S. H. 5. AUTHENTIC 7 Seeing by the paper that Martin McHale was in town (pitcher for the Boston Americans) the afternoon found me headed towards the ball grounds to root for Mart. After a victorious game for the Bostons, Mart and I proceeded to an up- town restaurant run by our classmate, Joe Hoey. Joe not being around that day, we sat down at one of the tables and I called for a double porterhouse steak, four inches thick, tender and juicy. “I want the finest piece of meat in New York.” “Deed, boss,” the waiter replied, “we aint got no such steak as that. If we had, Joe Hoey would eat it himself.” I spent that night at the home of Mart, a short distance out of the city, in a delightful little “Ivy” decorated cottage. The next day I set out to look up my old friend William Martin. I was fortunate to find him in his office, which had the sign “Dr. Martin” on the door. You may imagine, but I cannot describe, the cordial greeting ' with which he received me. He called in his wife — I thought he had a merry twinkle in his eye — and who should it be but our old classmate Bertha Hibbard. What a happy gathering it was around .the festive board that night. William’s sister Lila, now matron at St. Elizabeth hospital, had been called away, for which I was sorry, as Lila is always in demand at all festivities. Bidding them all goodbye I took the midnight train for Boston, and as I sat musing over the many happenings of my trip, and the old friends I had met, the thought came to me that the class of 1906 had turned out a fair representation of good American citizenship, and enough praise and grati- tude cannot be given, in the moulding of our character, to the good discipline and kindness and good advice given us in our boyhood and girlhood days at the Stoneham High School. George Walter Park. Class Oration “We live in deeds, not years.” coming into the world every ndividual is assigned some active art in life’s great drama. This art may be for a time unknown, ut if no obstacle intervenes, will ioon declare itself. In the tem- peraments and character of different persons there is intense and diverse activity. The natural powers are strengthened and modified by training and education. Progress in civilization in almost every century has come about through the lives of a few great men who “lived in deeds, not years.” Men have been converted from uncouth savagery to Christi- anity and refinement. Every nation of the earth has added its mite of culture to benefit the world, and all this through the deeds of a few great men. England has contributed her great works of litera- ture, Greece her great works of architecture, and America her various inventions. All this change has been brought about by individuals who are held in memory to tiiis day. For example, Alexander the Great, when but a young man, set out with a small army and defeated the Persians at Issus, then reduced Egypt and founded the great sea port of Alexandria. At the age of 33 he had practically conquered the world. Thus the course of history was altered and the geography of nations changed by one who “lived in deeds, not years.” Likewise Caesar fled from Rome because lie would not submit to the tyranny of Sulla. During his exile, though but a youth, he undertook an expedition against the barbarous pirates on the coast of Asia Minor and made them his prisoners. When Sulla died Cmsar fled from Rome and began that marvelous career which soon made him consul. During his term as consul he undertook foreign expeditions, he defeated the Germans, subdued the Britons, and bent the whole world to his power, till he was assassinated by men jealous of his suc- cess. When Caesar died Rome lost “the foremost man of all this world,” but his deeds have survived for twenty centuries. Did not the heroic deeds of our ancestors of the Revolution give us privileges such as no other people enjoy? Did not the heroic deeds of the soldiers of the civil war give freedom to 4,000,000 colored people of the south? More than a century has passed since Washington and his soldiers suffered that we might be free, but their deeds remain in the memory of a grateful people. In all the wars from Washington till now, the young men have borne a conspicuous part. Truly the country is in debt to those who “lived in deeds, not years.” It is true that every man is not capable of