Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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PROPHECY attendance at Ross' lunch-counter, while the first from super acceleration, they said, caused, aided, and abetted by that delight- ful trip the cast had to Castle Square to see what Romeo and Juliett. I found Herrick Greenleaf running the elevator, which, being a hydraulic affair, ran about as fast as I could walk. I asked him how he was and he said that he was Qdraughtsjman, which in the end I found was merely a dignified way of stating that he was janitor. In sympathy, I lamented his paleness, which I supposed was due to the conhning nature of his work. He re- futed this theory, however, and explained that he had broken his trom-bone. His friends said that, although it was a great thing for the community, it had affected Herrick's reasong but to me Herrick seem- ed better off without his trom-bone. And, speaking of the conhning nature of his work, let me say right here, Dot Buell gave up her position on the police force for this very reason. By the way, her book, Ath- letic Training for School Girls, is almost a classic with a host of endorsers. But to me it seemed simple, nonsensical, and silly to have A. Dorr daubed on an article of the same name. Surely, I thought, they give us credit fo-r that much sense, even if they do assert a strictly cash busi- ness. But I was even more surprised when I saw the interior of the room. There sat Alice, up to her neck in waste-paper, and every here and there overturned ink-bottles lent their gruesome horror to the dismal scene. Disgust boiled in my throat, but I was forced to grin at the awful timidity of my guide. Respect then dulled the edge of contempt as I listened to her wonderful exploits. Her payrole name was Economi- cal Readjuster. It was whispered that she had saved her firm ten times her salary in one year, but her latest innovation, which startled this quiet world, was one whereby she did away with the shirt-waste. Cn the sixth floor I found a unique sale in odd shoes in the process of preparation. VVith dripping brow and upturned sleeves. Mildred Chatterbox Smith flitted here and there between the counters, stopping only long enough, as she encountered me, to ex- plain that tomorrow she would startle the world with a sale of woman's rights. In an isolated corner of the same Hoor I found Pat McCabe. His eyes were concealed by immense smoked glasses, which he was compelled to wear on account of severely strained muscles obtained by four strike- outs in the Arlington game. He was chief salesman of the refrigerator department. As usual, he was keeping very cool. He had enhanced the beauty of a delightful roof-garde.n by the installation and culture of some exquisite cold-storage plants. Their cool and soothing fragrance was the delight of the wearied shopper. From here, after a delightful little repast served by a trim little maid in white, namely Mary Taylor, I descended with breathless haste in the elevator, and I had scarcely emerged from this disreputable street and again set foot upon the concrete ways of Moody street when a most striking spec- tacle smote my vision. Our Principal might well exclaim that he would like to see all the Fyfes in the Assembly Hall. Truly, they were a wonderful sight! At their head strode Harold Eaton and Carl Richards, two lusty coppers with the traditional brass buttons and big feet. Then behind them Huttered a large banner bearing this in- scription, O Ling, Oriental Circus. Be- hind this smiled Irmgarde Oelling herself on a milk white charger, at her right rode Laura Belle Smith, famous for her render- ing of the Jolly Black Smithsg and at her left rode in the guise of Cupid the late lamented Herby Evans, who-sad fate!!- implicitly following instructions, shot him- self in a basket-ball game. Behind these shrieked a noisy brass bandg the bass-drum, supported by Marguerite Daniells, was maliciously beaten by Constance Hicks.

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PROPHECY Josephine Pelkey played second bass, Mil- dred Harvey, the cymbolsg Lucy Buker, the piccolog Kathryn Havey, the cornetg and Myra Morris and Signa Ridstrom, the ket- tle drums. Ora Govc was drum major. Shortly behind these came the rubber-band. They were mounted on a high wagon and consisted of Gertrude Butterfield, who played the clarinet, Bertha McKenna, the harmonicag Helen Dougherty, the cymbals, and Mary McDonough, the geometry ex- pert, who played the triangles. Every lit- tle while along the route Beatrice Green- leaf mounted a soap box and rooted for woman's rights. Drowning her humble efforts, Bessie Strom shouted through a megaphone: Don't forget the big base- ball game Saturday afternoon at 3.30, Bloomer Girls vs. Athletics. Batteries for today-WILI4 BE: Flossie May Maenche and Edith Eliva Marguerite Kristenson: for the Athletics, Wfilliam Edward Duffy and Tris Speaker. The procession was brought to a close by the shrieks of a noisy steam organ, steered and guided by Helen Bernice Adams. Lost in fond reveries, with my mind's eye I traced the course of the ark, how it had fondly settled on the summit of Mount Prospect and then gracefully slid down into its present cozy nest. It was still there, and I even found the very place, and I even fitted my envied relic into its former posi- tion. The wind and weather had changed the hole but little and it litted the chink to perfection. Mindful of the sanctifying touch of the patriarch Noah, I kissed it in superstitious awe, when a husky looking buzz wagon slid into place alo-ngside of me and a man-shaped creature rushed into the store nearby, muttering something about death and taxis, while I recognized the fea- tures of Stick Day and Charlie Janes in the laughing inmates. Of course, we scraped, salaamed, and grinned, and then my class- mates rushed out, thumped me on the shoulders, about crushed by hands, and did about everything customary to start the flow of conversation, which, of course, was not as hard as it looked among such long-parted friends. Charlie, I learned, had gone through Harvard in two years, receiving magna cum laude in Latin and in Alge- bra. He then completed his education at Heidelberg University, Germany, where he broke the world's record in both the hun- dred and the hammer-throw on the same day. Besides tutoring wayward students in French, he was conducting joy-rides to Castle Square. Slats had acquired world- wide fame as head of the Belmont Detec- tive Agency through his skilful manage- ment of a murder mystery. Cobb, the big fellow who had rushed past me so im- politely, they said, had tired of football and baseball and had gone back to E. S. Ball, and was still quite a favorite with the candy case. Coming out of the store, I espied va prosperous looking young citizen whose carefree, smiling countenance brightened if not cheered me. All of us must have our ups and downs, but he asserts that he got the latter with his name only. Nat Downs it is-by baptism Nathaniel Edward -still the same old tish, although now the proud possessor of knowledge bearing on the locality of Medford Hills, and even yet he is looking for some honest and upright citizen to present him with that VV which he says he earned, although he declares that it is like striking a XV on an upright piano. In imminent peril of my life, I crossed the rustling Charles by way of Moody street suspension bridge, so-called from the state of mind of those going over or under, and from the rapidity with which repairs are conducted upon it. Scarcely had I put it a stone's throw behind my back when I had the pleasure of meeting and conversing with Messrs. Duffy and Morrisey, the latter plus an M. D. Bianca says that Henry couldn't make an ink-well: but, ah! the little town bows in reverence to our Henry, for Henry