Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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PROP II ECY started to speak, but the freezing look Ethel directed at me gave Amy either a hint not to, or a chill so bad she could not. The third one, Miss Hammond, was crying. scared or something, and she couldn't have spoken if she had wanted to do so. The accident had drawn a crowd and the crowd, of course, a policeman. In fact very much of a policeman. speaking altitudi- nately. I knew that it was Henry -Iackson the minute I saw his necktie task the IB division what ,the original color wasl. It was so faded now that I couldn't tell. All over, I-Ienry, I said, as I stowed the tools under the seat and dusted myself off, Go-ing down town ? PA RT NER IN MARKET Henry was. So I took him alongf. From him I learned that Ethel, now Mrs., some name I don't remember, was a pretty big bug in the small social basket of XYaltham. I learned that Irving Garfield had become partner of the Janes Bros' market and prac- but that he had partnership with tically ran the business, fallen far short of any Ethel herself. Henry, policeman-like, whatI had known as wished to get at Flannerys store. Rutter and Towne, it was now, so Henry said. 'He explained to me that Rutter had failed as editor of a country paper. which Melville Hayden printed, probably due more to the fact that there were but three unmarried ladies in the town than to any lack of literary ability, but that he was a iinancial success as a tobacco merchant and a political success as a ward heeler. Towne. who had fallen heir to his father's news store, had gone into partnership with him and they were doing line, so Henry said, for if any one burned his mouth with Rut- ter's strong cigars he could cool it off with Prospect Hill spring, water. just as I started to come away, I thought of some letters I wanted to mail and I asked him to do me a favor by dropping them in x the post box. Henry said he was glad to do it. 1 Yon see, he said, Paul is postmaster now. McGillivray was, but the Democrats went out of power in IYashington and the Republican I'aul is the latest appointment. I was interested in this, but time was Hying. - NYell, so long Henry. I must be going, I said, and I left, but I didn't get very far. I stopped at -Ianes' to see Garfield. Miriam Rand was the only one in the office and she told me that Irving was away for that week. I guess I can't see him then, I said. Guess you can't. fsaid Miriam. .Xt one of the meat coulnters a short stout woman was arguing with the clerk. Yes, she said, that may be, but this meat is for a very sick patient, and I want just what I ask for. All right, Miss Frost, replied the clerk, have your say. Then he saw me. Hello, Olney, what are you doing around here ? 'Oh, hello Eddie, I'm looking for Gar- field, I said. He is not here, said Reitchel. I know it, I said. I've just been talk- ing to your bookkeeper. You work here? Sure thing, said he, IYhat do you think I'm doing, loahng 7' Oh, no, I said, You're no loafer, only I expected to lind you a bookkeeper like Miriam, not a clerk. A bookkeeper like-what can I do for you, ma'am ? and my friend disappeared into- the cold storage chest while I hiked out of the door. lly this time I had to be getting over to the school if I wished to be on time. v No more stops now, old girl, I whis- pered to the horn button. as I fondly stroked the throttle back and forth produc- ing those lovely roars and snorts that are the boon to the owner of an eccentric auto- mobile. But I was wrong. At Central

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PROPI-IECY tunately found serious engagements which prevented my attending. I was getting into my car to come home when a paper boy yelled somewhere behind me. Turning around. I saw a newsy whom I felt I had seen somewhere before. Then it dawned upon me that I had never seen this kind before. but that I had seen the features. I wanted one of Tracy's papers but I didn't have a bit of change. so I made a safe bet with the boy. I bet him a nickel I could guess who his mother was. He took me up.. Ada Mendelsohnf' I said. He gave me the nickel and I bought a paper. The lYaltham Record was the name of it and it was like a million other small city papers, fairly large headlines. Miss Ruth Ashley. arrested for disturb- ing the peace. Miss Marie Kelley, loses breach of prom- ise suit. :Xnd many more just like it. Sensational news all of it. I didn't lt-other to read the facts. Inside was a good cartoon by Frank McCabe entitled. Some Class to Our Mod- est Shrinking Yioletf' It pictured a woman gnarked Miss Cox. who was dressed tit to kill. wearing a dance hall police officers badge and who was forcefully ejecting through the door of a dance studio labeled Marjorie's, a wild-eyed. dissipated in- dividual who looked exactly like Ilailey. The next page was just one advertisement. f'Brown. Stone S Greenleaf. Ladies' Fur- nishings. Modesty prevented my reading that ad. I folded up the paper. stuck it in my pocket, started my car and was soon home. Mother let me sleep until ten the next morning and after breakfast I cleaned up my car. filled the' tank with father's gasoline and repaired a punctured tii ' That after- noon I was taken through the huge plant that had been built on the filled-in swamp at I3ackard's Cove. Miss Gertrude Taylor was my guide and seemed to know the busi- ness very thoroughly. I was surprised at this, for I hadn't remembered her as very mechanical from observation taken at chem- istry. .-Xll through the shop I never saw another single IQIU person: I told Gertrude so. Good reason why, she said, There are none here except one. and visitors are not usually taken in to see him. Raymond llfiley is the president of this concern. All I said was Oh! Ilut I had courage enough to go up and shake hands with him. lle wasn't so awfully terrible, after all. I soon ceased to be a visitor at the factory. I was the guest, of the president for the rest of that day. XYe even went up street in my car and had soda at lYyman's Red Cross l'harmacy t Lloyd never went to Tech. there was more protit in soda and cigarsfl XX'hen I was a Senior in school I used to drive our car to school every morning. yet in spite of all this I entirely forgot the bad corner at Chestnut street and consequently that night I burst a front tire in the mud- guard of a pretty tine limousine. There were three in the car beside the chauffeur: one an extremely striking looking woman. the others were so crouched up that I could not see their features. None of them said a word. nor did they get out. I think they were too scared to speak and too stout to move about. -Xot so the chauffeur. Say, perhaps that dapper young sprite didn't fume and dance. I-Ie couldnt swear bes cause of his passengers, but I know he wanted to. I have seen Raymond Kennedy dance before, more gracefully. perhaps. but never so energetically as he did now. I-Ie was so angry that I never let on that I knew him. The ladies looked sa fe, at least. I felt they wouldn't hit me. I gave the haughty one my card. she looked at it. read it. and I know she knew me. but society had placed her upon a plane far above my mod- est stratum. Ethel -Ianes, whom I had known well since the lirst grade, would not lower herself to speak to me. 'One of the others who looked up long enough for me to lnotice her brilliant L'lllll'ZlClQCTlStICH

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PROP HECV Square I picked up Marguerite Eaton and Doris Cathcart. As I slowed down and turned into Main street l nearly ran over their toes, not because their feet were long, but because I cut my corner short. I did a very ungentlemanly thing. I yelled out to them, ' Going over to the school 7' They were polite. They nodded. Get in, I said, opening the door. Neither of them was tickled to death to squeeze in there beside me, but it was a hot night and I guess the thought of a cool ride seemed good. You're living on the South Side? l asked Marguerite. Yes, she said, Right up near where I used to live when I went to the Orange street school. That was some crowd that played to- gether then, I suggested. i She gave me a look. Doris was getting interested. so I changed the subject by re- ferring to a pretty diamond ring Doris had on her linger. That started her to talking. XVe felt much safer. Now my car was no Ford, but neither was it made for three in the front seat. but honestly I enjoyed that short ride from Central Square about ten thousand times as much as the fairly long ride with Henry jackson, which is saying a lot. As we turned down Liberty street the old High School was all lighted up. NVhat's the idea ? I asked Doris. Night school, answered Marguerite. But what is it all lighted up for, Mar- guerite ? f Oh, because, says Doris, that's be- cause the city couldn't afford two high schools. They are making one do double duty. Freshman, Sophomore, daytimesg juniors and Seniors nights. They have two teachers for each study. For example. Elin Larsen teaches music to the Freshmen and Sophomores, and Elsa Iledman teaches the rest. Margaret Perry isn't a school teacher as much as she wanted to be, but she is night principal: the day official was a man whose name l was not familiar with. LIKED TO XYATCII CIEIICKENS AND CCJXV Often during my Freshman year, when I got sick and tired of Latin, which was most of the time, I loved to watch a certain cow and many chickens that roamed in the low field, that l could see from my seat by the window in Room 4. Ivo-w that was all gone and here stood the new Annex. A two-story buildingfbeautifully illuminated. Elizabeth had described the building very brieHy in her letter and I had read Miss lioffses' description of it in a Boston paper, but both were very indefinite, as I suppose all women's descriptions of buildings in the making are. I The grounds were not entirely cleaned up at that time. From one of the numerous piles of scrap boards, laths, plaster, etc., some kid had 'nshed out a sign and stood it up in a lime barrel and then evidently pelted it with mud balls. I could make out 'this much of it: All the interior decorations in this building were designed by Mrs. Flor- ence ii.-finucl covered the new namej, Expert Decorator. If my passengers hadn't been there I would have gone over and satisfied my curiosity as to who her husband was. But they were there, so we just went in. The two girls had seen the place before, so they went right upstairs to the big As- sembly Hall. I explored the two clown- stairs gymnasiums in company with Kazy Rogers, who also had not been through the building before. XVe talked not of cabbages and kings, but of IVI. G. L. and other things. She wasn't a minister's wife, after all, in fact, wasn't married, but she had hopes. She expected a certain Christmas present that coming December. As wewvalked about I had a feeling that someone was missing. Then it dawned on me.