Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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PROPHFCY ers and went to sleep and did not wake until Geolhfrion, our postman. rang the bell the next morning. XYheu l got down stairs there was a package for nie, about six by nine by one and a half and it bore a Canadian stamp. l opened it and found a battered Copy of Maxi' 's book and an explanatory letter froin Phila Mills. This book. she wrote, fell .11 the front walk a month ago and it nearly hit Lola Nelson, who is living with nie while she reeuper- W4 Rx n- Q, FV- ates from her last sickness A postcard alzlreegsed to you was inside, probably lor a hook mark. NYrite me whether or not it is yours and tell me something about XYalthain, and then the letter went on and told of the beautiful Saskatche- wan Spring, l,ola's returning health and envling with an invitation to all l9l6 peo- ple to eonie to visit her if they ever passed through or sailed over her country. K -50 07 4: 9, bl 1 1 Q x E 14 Q1 1 Y xl 5 -' 4 X dn N ' n 0 6 5 0 9 .BM HL' Z'7 Ea

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! PROPHECY Miss IXIcGoldrick, to be definite, had un- consciously smashed into the rear of Natalie Thompson's car with the unfor- tunate result that Natalie could get noth- ing but inisurance, if there was any from what was left. No one was killed, but Ellis, who was the worst of the lot, had broken his arm and nose. XVelI, said Marion, if we can't be of any use here, let's not stay. The rest of the way she made me go very slowly and extremely carefully. I don't know whether she was afraid of my getting spree like from the Russian tea or not. At any rate, I went slow to please her. just as we got to the Stony Ilrook sta- tion we met Mary Gately and Illennid Concannon walking towards XVeston. Marion explained to me that Iilennid was the Helen Holmes of the Stony Brook station tIIlennid liked Iirook stations. I guessl and that she lived in Weston with Mary, who keeps a big boarding house. Marion didnt live upon .Xsh street as I thought. She had moved to the Hines Block, a line, tall apartment house, built by the departed husband of Gertrude Hines. but named for that short little person herself. It was so late by that time that I did not remain long. As soon as she went in I left. Xlihen I got home, I found the house locked up. I naturally had no key, being home only on a visit and I hated to wake the folks. I tried every window in the downstairs floor, and the front, back and cellar doors, but to no avail. From my bedroom window a drapery waved tantalizingly out at me. There was a light in Georgie I7lagg's house across the street so I went over there, not to stay all night, but to borrow a ladder. It was a double house and I did not know whether George lived at the door to the left or the right. I rang the bell on the left and waited five min- utes. Nobody came. I rang the right and waited two minutes. A woman opened the door. Georges wifef' I thought, but I wasn't sure. for she opened the door only a little way. It was Doris Stanley. I Good morning, Doris, I said. It was two minutes last one. Does George 5 Iflagg live in this house? Yes, she said, but Mr. Iflagg is not at home. - IYhen will your husband be back ? I asked. She stiffened right up. You have made a mistake, Sir, she said. and closed the door in my face. I lit a match and looked for the name plate. There was none. I read the one on the right. Mr. George Flagg. I rang his bell again, but no one answered. No use to try further I thought to myself. So I curled up on the auto seat. and I slept for ten minutes. Night Pa- trolman Healey had the beat that took in our street. XN'hen I came to, a black bearded rufhan was shaking me nearly out of the ear. Come on: none of your resistance, he was saying. You're a healthy looking specimen. I don't think. I made Frank out in spite of the bristles. ISIIIZIIICV, Doc F I asked. Doc became apologetic at once. Honest, Charlie. he said, I thought you were drunk. XYhat are you sleeping out like this for? Necessity, I replied. I can't get in and I don't want to wake the folks. Do you know where I can borrow a ladder? Man alivef, he said, don't stay out here all night. Go over to the station and they will give you a cot. I started my car and was about to leave when the auto truck of the Electric Light Co. stopped at the street light in front of the house. Clarkson was the driver of it and he lent me a ladder. .Xt exactly one seventeen I pulled up the cov-

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Class Histor f, 1916 HELEN HUFFSES IFTI-I AYENLIE was rayed in the fashions gloriously ar- of early sum- mer. and Broadway. blazing with light and color. announced the latest Follies But it was not the lure of the Great XVhite VX'ay that had brought me from my home to little old New York. Indeed. as I sat cown to rest in Central Park, l could not at iirst recall just why I had come. Then I remembered. The cause of my ap- pearance in the great Metropolis had been an anonymous invitation urging me. a former member of lX'altham High School, class of IQI6. to attend an an- niversary performance at the greatest motion picture theatre in New more, as a member of the glorious class of York. Further- IQI6,-I was entitled toa reserved seat in the balcony for the muniiicent sum of one jitney. XYas it any wonder that l hastened on my way with little thought of sightseeing in New York 7' Upon reaching my destination. I gazed in awe and admiration at the magnificent thea- tre and then-my eye fell upon the owner's name in blazing letters. and I no longer wondered as to the writer of that anony- mous invitation. I had long ago heard that Mr. XYard had given up the lot of the poor school-teacher for a more lucrative position in that field of his one-time delight, the moving pictures, but until now I had not real- ized to what fame he had risen. I was debating upon the subject when I heard a stentorian voice issuing orders from the lobby. and I hastened inside to greet my former English instruc- tor. Mr. Ward. He was directing the raising of posters announcing as the next days thrilling masterpiece. The Hor- rible Haiiucinations of Helen in twenty-three reels. and well-knowing how stupendous his task. I passed on. taking my place in the gallery just in time to rea-'l the title of a special four-reel production. The His- tory of the Class of Nineteen Sixteen. At 5 that moment the orches- ef tra struck up. The XYearing of the Green. but the music was drowned by such a rousing cheer that I looked about nie. half expecting to see the team coming trotting onto the stage: in- stead I heard a chorus of familiar voices. and turning. recognized scores of friends and classmates. There was scarcely time for greetings before our attentions were drawn to the screen and we saw ourselves as others had seen us. on a certain September morning in the year nineteen-twelve. Such angelic innocence as was pictured in those 214 faces' .Xnd the Green Grass Grew All .Xround. proclaimed the orchestra. most z-ppropriately. Truly the grass had been green that morning. but of the mildest tint compared with the greenness of that fresh- man band.