Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC up at intervals, but the rest is all sand. At noon we dined away from home. We went across the street to a small restaurant where the other people that we knew ate. Viola, our Portugese friend, was alwaj’S there. When we first came we were impress- ed by a large group of artists who sat on the beach, their various casals turn- ed towards the bright blue sea, their brushes working. TOAST TO MEMBERS OF 10 ENG. LISH I We of classical ’27 Are in a divided state, For some of us are in room four While some are in room eight. In our class’s an officer bold Who guides the traffic whirl. This duty she performs quite well For she’s a Learned girl. Other two there are also Who are greatly held in honor. Can 3 r ou guess their names when I ask you this, “Did the Taylor go round the Connor?” Miss Smith an artistic child is she Whose portraits I’d fain disclose, But we’ve never seen her draw one yet Of a man with a “Patch” on his nose. The Junior High may brag about Their building grand and all. But just the same ten English one Can boast of a Newhall. Some people are afraid of rams, Here’s someone worse than that Who tried to Dodge a Lamson quick And lost his Sunday hat. Though we all have curious traits, And with faults are somewhat possessed We make a happy and joyous group, For we think that our course is the best. P. W. Instructor — What is the quickest way to produce sawdust? Student — Why-er-er- Instructor — Come! Come! Use your head, use your head. “Are you sure these field glasses are high-power?” inquired the timber cruis- er of the shop-keeper. “Say, fellow,” replied the enthusias- tic salesman, “when you use those glas- ses anything less than ten miles away looks like it’s behind you.” After lunch we often had a boat ride. Father sat at the oars and mother and I at either end. My sister, who seemed to fear sea riding, and doubt the safety of boats usually visited the owner of the house where we stayed who was a pleasant, elderly woman whose son owned the tiny yellow rowboat, Virgin- ia. I hope to go to Provincetown again. S. L. ERASMUS Erasmus is a solemn man. He never deigns to smile at all From out his picture hanging on The moulding of the study wall. At length, therefore, I took him down From off his dusty picture pin And hung him on another knob Where people come more often in. But even then he could not smile Or call his endless writing done; Indeed I thought his countenance Less happy than his former one. And so at last I put him back Among his more beloved books Where there are none but them and me To care how his expression looks. M. H. ’25. DON’T DON’T BE a Knocker — you can’t saw wood with a hammer. DON’T BE a Blowhard — save your breath for an emergency. DON’T BE a Crab — there are plenty of them in the ocean. DON’T BE a Showoff — if you’re real- ly good the world knows it. DON’T BE a Crepe-hanger — we’ve got troubles of our own. DON’T MAKE Alibies — give the oth- er fellow credit for being some good. DON’T WASTE your time writing stuff like this. Mr. Levy bought a bowl of goldfish home to his boy, Abie, and the follow- ing brief and illuminating colloquy en- sued: “ABCD goldfish” “LMNO goldfish.” “O S A R.” Levy knew. He had tested them with acid.

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC Callers Once, while I was sitting under an old apple tree, the queerest feeling came over me. Soon I heard a low rumbling noise, as of thunder, coming nearer, nearer and louder. I began to tremble. Surely it couldn’t be thunder. Thunder hasn’t such a hollow sound. Oh, what did it mean! I thought of all things I had read about in fairy tales, but nothing seemed quite like it. May- be, — maybe my end was at hand! I dared not think, for fear I might imag- ine the right explanation. In the midst of my surmising, the noise broke off with a crash ! Then suddenly, from everywhere it seemed, from the branches of the tree, from the ground, from every possible place came small, hideous things, — for I know not what else to call them. To be sure they had two long, snakey arms and legs and squinting eyes that seemed to peer into one’s very soul, but to call them men, would be an insult. They stared at me until I thought I should sink into the ground. Dancing clum- sily around me, wriggling and squirm- ing, they made me feel like squirming myself. I tried to get up, but I seemed to be glued to the spot. They still con- tinued to wriggle, reminding me of eels and snakey things. As if the thought was not enough, they drew snakes from their pockets, and wound the creepy things around their arms and bodies. They seemed to enjoy the sport im- mensely, but as for my part, I’d rather not have been there. All this time they had not made a sound or given an explanation of their precedure or their presence there, ob- viously to aggregate me, — and they certainly succeeded. But why were they here acting so? I tried to recall all the wicked things I had done. I remembered once of having told a lie to my mother about eating the green apples which had given me so much pain; and of another time when my uncle (who was always finding fault with me) having called, I dropped a banana peel in front of the door, which action resulted in his having to stay home with a sprained ankle for a while. While I had been repenting my sins, my tormentors had been gathering thorns from nearby rosebushes, but when they started to prick me, I jump- ed up mighty quickly, I tell you. Looking beyond my late acquaintan- ces, I saw another of their company coming, evidently their leader, for he was dressed better than his companions and was on a horse. Such a small horse. He looked as though he might break down any minute, on those thin and trembling legs. But of all hideous things! This newcomer outdid his sub- jects, everyone. I thought that now, surely, my fate would be announced. Oh dear, what should I do! But just then my foot slipped — and well it might have for my legs had got the spirit of the place and were shaking more than I cared for — and I started rolling down the bank. Thud! I land- ed on the floor just in time to hear my mother say, “Time to get ready for school !” G. C. The Lure of Provincetown By this I do not mean to say that the house of Provincetown are in the least alluring for I certainly do not re- member them so, but the great, beauti- ful, lashing sea coming roaring up onto the sand was the alluring part of Prov ncdtown. The ride over, I re- member little of. On facts ten years ago ones memory is apt to fail. I do, however, remember the accommodation that stopped for us when we arrived. Our house was like the other houses at Provincetown. Its front yard was of yellow sand, not of grass, and beyond this stretched the sea. Every morning we would wake to the roar of the sea, of the foamy billows, After breakfast it was nothing but of the cries of the sea gulls, freedom all day. We would play in and out the water finding oysters to cook. This was the water whose one draw- back was crabs. Never have I gotten over a hostility towards crabs since one grabbed me by the foot. The approach of afternoon usually meant a rido or walk in the sand dunes. If you have never walked there you do not know of the delicious sensation of having one shoe full of sand. It is a desert, whose little tufts of grass stick 9

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC Class of 1925 By Bernard Halpin and William Callahan Lloyd Kinsley — Jigger : For five years, 21, ’22, 23, ’24, 25, Jigger has been President of the Class of 1925. He was captain of the freshman football team and played on the freshman hock- ey team. Played regular football ’22, 23, ’24, captain ’25. Hockey ’22, ’23, ’24, ’23, baseball ’22, ’23, ’24, ’25. Chair- man of the board of selectmen on boys’ day. President of the S. H. S. A. A. Authentic Business Manager and Cap- tain of the traffic squad. To take up studies at Hebron Academy. A most popular fellow and a good all round athlete. Elwood Elliott — Curlie: Our class Vice President ’25, played freshman foot- ball; regular football ' 23, ’24, ’25; hock- ey manager ’23; member of social com- mittee ’21, ’22, ’23; constitutional com- mittee. Joke editor of the Authentic and a member of the traffic squad; mem- ber of the senior play cast. To take up studies at Norwich University. Now that school is over where will Curlie get his naps? Thomas Devlin — Tommy: Played football ’25, member of the board of selectmen on boys’ day. To take up studies at Tufts College. A fellow who holds a very prominent place in the class and is well liked by everyone. Ralph Duplin — Dupe: Freshman foot- ball: football ’24, ’25; hockey ' 22, ’23, ’24, ’25. One of the best hockey play- ers that S. H. S. has had. Baseball ’21, ’22, ’23, ’24, captain ' 25. Vice Pres- ident of the Class of ’21. Treasurer, ’24. To take up studies at Dartmouth Col- lege. Robert Folant — Bob: Member of the Social Committee ’24, ’25; Motto Com- mittee; Assistant Editor of the Authen- tic ' 24. Assessor on boys’ day. To take up studies at Norwich University. Bob is always in Dutch. Donald Kelly — Don: Track ’23, ’24; cross country ’24; member of the traffic squad; member of Board of Health on boys’ dav. To take up training on the Massachusetts Nautical Training Ship “Nantucket. ’ When Don led the cheers in the Arena he looked like a man with paralysis doing Ills daily dozen. Walter Leavitt — Walter: To take up studies at Massachusetts Institute of Technology. The best engine makes the least noise, that’s why Walter is so quiet. Stanley Pierce — Stan: Entered from Wakefield Grammar School; cross country team ’23, ’24. Will take up studies at New Hampshire State Uni- versity. Essayist at graduation. Manly Stan, the ladies’ man, Who kissed the girl behind the fan. Paul Evans — Stuffy: Hockey team ’25; member of the Picture Committee. To take up studies at Lowell Textile Col- lege. Ma calls me Paul Pa does the same; But the boys here at school Think that “Stuffy” is my name. Arthur Small — Art: Took part in the Senior Play; was a member of the Board of Health on boys’ day. Will take up studies at Tufts College. Not so small as his name. Wescomb Temple — Wet: Member of the Fire Dept, on boys day. To take up studies at M. I. T. Ambition: To talk French with accent. Result: Total loss. Alice Haley — Al: Member of the Sen- ior Play cast. A young lady well liked by the boys of S. H. S. William Bates — Bill: Member of the Overseers of the Poor on boys’ day. He’ll argue about anything. Won an argument once. James McDearmid — Jim: Played foot- ball ’24. To take up studies at Norwich University. We take our hats off to you, you are the best bluffer we have seen yet. Gerald Morrell — Jerry: (Author of the book on “Good Morrells.) To take up studies at the “Eastern Radio Insti- tute.” Rayford Potter — Ray: Entered from Lynn Classical in the Junior year. The human encyclopedia. He even admits it. Richard Wilkins — Dick: Joined ouf ranks in the senior year from the jun- 11