Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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GRADUATION NUMBER youth, “I don’t, and I was pretty friend- ly with him too. He was a nice old feller.” The boy started to cough. “Here,” said the man opening a fat wallet, “go and get some attention for that cough and look out for yourself.” “No sir, I ain’t accepting charity. What I want is a job and a chance to eat regular.” “Mind telling me the particular brand of depression?” Maybe I could do some- thing for you.” The boy flushed slightly. “Oh, that’s easy. I used to play in an orchestra.” ‘Canned music put you out. eh?” “Yeah.” “I think I’ll be able to help you a bit. I’ll see you tomorrow. Meanwhile look out after yourself.” “Say mister, why are you doing all this for me? You must have a bank fulla dough or something.” The man’s features relaxed and he said w’ith emotion : “When I was your age, I had a chance that you haven’t. You see my father und I didn’t agree, though he gave me everything. I left home and in the past years I’ve become rich. I beat father at his own game. I’ve never heard of him since. “Now I’ve learned that you can’t enjoy a fortune alone. Not if you have a conscience. I’m going to see that those who most deserve happiness get it. That old gentleman in the Bellevue is going to have every earthly pleasure I can give him and every comfort pos- sible, as he should have had all his life.” “Why gosh, mister, you hardly knew him. What are you going to do al that for? And he was a proud old guy. I don’t think he’ll accept anything.” And then without a trace of emotion the man said grimly, “I think he will; I used to know him fairly well. You see, he is my father.” Claire Wells ’34. Prof.: Frankly, Madam, what your son lacks is brains. Lady La Dedah: Well, obtain them for him immediately and send the bill to me. Nothing shall stand in the way of my son’s education. Husband: How would you like to be the widow of a man who just left his wife a half million dollars? Wife: Now, dear, you know I’d rather be yours. CHOOSING A CAREER High School graduates in large num- bers, either immediately after complet- ing their high school courses or even after they have acquired still further cultural education, find themselves mak- ing the decision to seek positions in business rather than in the professions, in order that they may the sooner be- come financially independent. At such times both high school and college grad- uates are face to face with the same difficulty — that of persuading employ- ers that they possess qualifications which may be developed into valuable business assets. Should you choose to enter Business as your vocation, it would be well for you to take an inventory of your assets, and consider whether or not you can offer an employer anything that he would be willing to purchase. Assuming that in addition to your education you are possessed of such valuable assets as good personality, ini- tiative, willingness to work, etc., have you that which in the eyes of the em- ployer is absolutely essential — a satis- factory knowledge of the fundamentals of business practice, without which your other qualifications are of little value in the modern business office? Lack- ing such training it is almost impossible to secure admission to a business office ; much less to meet successfully the se- vere competition of those who with less cultural education yet are possessed of a practical knowledge of business funda- mentals. Young men and young women who may be interested in training for suc- cessful careers in business will find it to their advantage to write to Principal L. O. White, Bryant Stratton Com- mercial School, 334 Boylston Street, Bos- ton, for information regarding Business Administration or Secretarial Courses. The Summer Session opens July 5; the Fall Session, September 6. Boss: So you want the afternoon off to go to your grandmother’s funeral. Boy: Y-y-yes, sir — that is, if it doesn’t rain. Jane : The man I marry must be a man of leisure. Jim : Then marry me, that’s the height of my ambition. Mac: But, dear, a kiss means volumes. Eddie: Well, I’m not fond of books. 21

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC to tease. Though he is married now, he was once a rival of the man of the house — in love. How I hate to have him come near me, that brother who formerly owned the homestead. I didn’t need to see him to recognize him. I merely had to hear him. I have never heard him say a whole sentence without including two ; or three swear words. No, I don’t con- i sider him ill-tempered. He’s profane i even wdien he is joking. The habit is so strong that he can’t help indulging. His vocabulary of profanity isn’t large | either. He repeats himself continually. | Just the same, common swear words, | which he uses as adjectives to modify all the nouns in the sentence. Just one more of my cronies and I’m done. Sam is only twenty. He hap- j pens around whenever he’s out of a ! job. The minute he gets near me his tongue starts wagging, if not in speak- ' ing, then in eating. Sam loves to feed me, too. He does choose such lovely logs and, oh yes, they ' re always birch, i So now you know some of my good, | country folk. They’re interesting visit- ors, I think. They tell stories to me. i Sometimes they roast apples on my hot ; bricks. Is it any wonder that I look forward to their coming again? i Nancy Blanchard ’33. NEW YORK INTERLUDE. The winter wind, cruel with cold and laden with city dust, clawed at the hurrying people. A traffic policeman’s whistle blew, heavy buses rumbled by; j the screech of brakes and staccato toot- i ing of horns turned the walled canyons i of the city into a scurrying bedlam. I The unemployed, selling their trivial | wares of rosy-cheeked apples and brown, | crisp chestnuts, huddled in their shabby ! garments — so inadequate against the | wintry blasts. j A silver-haired, frail, saintly-looking old man and a narrow-chested, coughing j youth stood side by side. How do you feel now, mister, since you got that cup of coffee under your belt?” ‘• ' Oh, a great deal better, thank you, son,” replied the man quietly. That’s the stuff. How about a ham- burger sandwich for dinner? That ought to put a back-bone in you.” ‘•Thank you, no. You have been too kind already. I appreciate all you’ve done.” Oh, forget it. Listen, if I can get a job I’ll see that you’re left fixed. You and me will be buddies. I used to play in an orchestra in the theatre over on thirty-third, but when the talkies came in, we went out. Yeah, it was a tough break, but I’ll get another job and get rid of this cough and everything will be O. K.” The old man remained silent. He was trembling now and his breath came in short gasps. The youth, concealing his cough by a smile, turned to wait on a tall, handsome gentleman who carried a cane and limped slightly. His grim feat- ures relaxed into a smile. He chose an apple and deposited a dollar on the stand. When he came to the old man’s stand he chose a bag of chestnuts and left another dollar. The next day was clear with a merci- less cutting wind. The boy noticed the gentleman who had been so kind the previous day, standing on the opposite corner, eying them queerly. When the boy looked again, he was gone. Queer bird,” he thought, but he’s a regular guy.” The day went on. It got colder, the wind blew bits of dust and grime into one’s face. Then the old man fainted. There was the usual commotion and the clang of the ambulance, the curious people, the white-coated orderlies, and then the policeman’s whistle to clear way. The next day the youth again took his stand, a solitary figure. His cough had grown worse over night. He felt a hand grip his thin arm. It was the man of the previous day. Where is the old man who was here this morning?” Oh, him,” answered the boy with an attempt at a smile. Gee, I’m glad, the old bird had the luck to pass out this morning.” You don’t mean he is dead!” No, he just passed out. All gone. This is a pretty tough game for an old boy like him. But he’s gonna eat reg- ular meals and be warm for a couple o’ days, and how!” The man’s set features became soft- ened and he muttered to himself. He just passed out from the cold and hunger and no place to go.” Then he said aloud, Where did they take him?” To the Bellevue.” Do you know his name?” Gosh, now mister,” reflected the 20

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC BASEBALL NOTES This year with only a handfull of veterans, “Doc” fired one of his longest schedules. Downes seemed to be the main stay of the team so he was given the all important job of short stop, j Jones easily took catcher by his experi- , ence with the Cubs last year. Avery i was shipped to the outfield, and with | Connor they kept the garden. Frost,; another Senior, was assigned to first, I while Cornwell, a Junior, took second. ; Third base and the remaining outfield ' positions were constantly changed. ; “Doe’s” main job was to find pitchers. , Faced with the necessity of breaking in an entirely new staff, he chose Hunt, Gross, and D’Entremont with Karakash- ian doing most of the work. Woburn Wins Opener 7-4 In a seventh inning surge, Woburn took the opening (exhibition) game. Karakashian started in the mound but j was relieved in the seventh. Several i errors and some good hits won for Wo- I burn in the seventh. Stoneham had been } leading 4-3 up to then and playing good ! ball. ! Erwin cf Quinn If Sheeran 3b Higgins 2b Lombard ss Connolly ss Coates lb Eeil rf Porter rf Brennan c Woburn High ab 4 5 3 4 1 4 4 1 2 4 bh po a ; 0 2 0 2 0 0 12 5 2 10 0 1 2 ' 1 1 1 1 14 0 I 0 0 0 0 1 0 i 1 5 2 i Aylward p McDonald p Totals 1 2 35 Stoneham High ab bh Cornwell 2b Gross rf, p Avery cf Downes p Jones c Poalella If Frost lb Hunt 3b Karakashian p Savello rf po 2 0 2 4 6 2 6 2 3 0 27 14 Totals Innings Woburn Stoneham Errors, Gross, base hits. Hunt Downes; stolen Donald, Erwin, 26 8 27 12 123456789 00001141 0—7 00021100 0—4 Downes, Hunt ; two Coates; home run, bases, Sherran 2, Mc- Aylward, Avery, Gross, Poalella; base on balls, off Karakashian 5, off McDonald 1, off Gross 1 ; struck out, by Karakashian 3, by McDonald 3, by Aylward 2; double plays, Downes to Hunt, Brennan to Coates to Sherran, Coates to Higgins to Connolly. Umpire, Dulong. S. H. S. 14— Manchester 7 Stoneham High School won the Man- chester game 14-7. D’Entremont pitched for Stoneham. The game was Stone- ham’s easily from the start. Beading High ab h po a Cornwell 2b 3 0 12 Young 2b 1000 22