Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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Page Yrn CLASS PROPHECX versation, I drops a hint to Gladys that if she would only can her chat- ter she'd do a great wholesale busi ness. Still the Mayor keeps on preaching as if he'd never heard my suggestion, and tells the Frau that his main stenographer was Mildred. Then he proceeds to twitter at his clever- ness and I hold up my end of the horse-laugh, just to be polite. He also states that Laura Fernald and Rosalia Preble were doing the city a good turn by tickling the keys and answering the telephone. Soon the talk was getting kind off played out so as a suggestion Ekwall says: VVhat do you say if we take in a show tonight as a sort of celebra- tion? That's fine, begins the Missus. But Rollie continues: We'll take in the Casino. It used to be the Old Park, if my memory is running true to form, and as there were a couple of turks in the line before me, I waits as patiently as a burro. At last I gets up to the ticket- s:eller's cage and as I looks in the coup I sees that Farnum is the boy dishing out the pasteboards, but by the look on his face I knew at once that I was a blank in his memory. Haven't got three tickets for to- night, have you? I hollers thru the glass porthole. I happens to glance past I-Ierb's poor physique and lamps off that Morse girl sitting before a cash register, on which she was ragging the keys in good style. Every now and then I got a flash of the diamond but she was always Herb's right hander any way. On the way out I stops to look at the pictures of the different coming attrac- . . .I .I .II .,I .III .II ,I I- W. c- .,I .AI ..I .I II tions. As I looks them over I sees that for next week Daley's Ballet Russe was to head the bill. The Missus had deserted both the Mayor and the cabby when I got back to the City Hall. Where's the Frau? I, demands. Gone up to her Aunt's house, promptly replies the Head of the City. That's all I stopped to hear and I tosses the still waiting Clarke half a buck as I hurries by. See you to- night, I yells over my shoulder to His Honor who was still adorning ithe steps of the City Hall. I had passed but a few blocks when two endurable and chubby iornis appeared dead ahead. Altho the weather was mild, this pair was attired as if there was going to be a sleigh ride. Sweaters were the lightest of their apparel and one didnit have to ask them if it was a warm day. But as they came gush- ing by me with many grunts and puffs, I quieted down a bit for I see it's only Miriam and the Ohnemus girl taking the only resort yet untried, to get rid of that scandalous surplus. I turns to watch them scramble over the tar sidewalk but the life of a great city had swallowed them up. I was now thinking of giving my stomach a chance to prove its worth when I notices a small sign down the street which says, Small, Nichols Company, Restaurant. That name sounded rather deceiving but the Restaurant part of it rang true. I made way with my meal in short order and on going toward the door I passes Pearl who has her chair backed up against the radiator and is busy knitting wristers. She didn't take an active part in attending to the custom- ers cause I sees she's all dolled up in her silk poplin gown. I gives her a nod as I passes by and receives a faint smile in return. As I reached the side- .I .I .I .I .II -I -I .II .I .I .I A .I .-

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L, .U .U .U .U .U .U .U .U .U .Q .., .U .Q .U .U .Q kififkcfifxiifkfififtfififixibfbfif CLASS PROPI-IECY ! Page Eleven walk I thinks I'll stand on the curb for a moment and take a few whiffs of air as a bracer. I notices Ha.stings coming along with Elizabeth. I see also that there is a Bond between them. The Bond used to be slight when she went to school but now I couldn't help but notice how plump and rounded Helen had grown to be. It didn't take me long to see where they were headed for, as the Metz Branch was on the corner and if signs are to be believed Hasty had charge of it. I was just going to hot-foot it for aunties' house when I happens to look across the street and there is a duet that reminds me of Rip van Winkle and Isaac Walton rolled up together. This pair of men were striding down the street as if they had on the famous seven-league boots and from their attire and ap- pearance they could have dropped from any place west of Ozarks. Both were known to me. They were Eric, the weed, holding down Erst place, with Perry, the hunter, a good second. They were just back from a raid on Beaver Brook Reservation, with no success to either party. But as I had need to hurry I couldn't stop to hail this pair and it was pretty close to seven, by my watch, when I trots up the steps of the house where auntie existed. The Missus answers my ring and tells me all in one breath that the Mayor 'phoned that he wasn't able to go to the show with us, that she'd asked a friend to go in his place. When she'd quieted down a bit I sees that she's got her evening gown on and then when she sees me giving her the once-over, she tells me that my soup and iish was upstairs waiting to be clamped on to me. As we didn't have much time to get to the show, I makes a quick change and when I meets the wife on the stairs as I'm coming down, I asks her what her friends name is. 'Twas some doll name, Karleen Ludden, that had joined our party by request, I learns, and when I asks the Missus if this .Iane's Pa is the fellow who makes the cough-drops, she goes away up in the air and says: The idea! Don't you know that Karleen is the greatest actress of the age? She is also a great lovers of musicf' Well, I says, she probably gets passes to the motion-picture houses. At this remark I could see that the Frau only kept her temper by great effort. Everything went off fine as silk and we gets to the show early so as to look over the gay-dogs as they flocks in. The wife and Karleen talk about every attire worn by the audience. The only one that my two com- panions didn't seem to see was Mar- guerite Bliss. But as she had a seat in the back row, it was quite hard to find her. From all the newspaper reports I'd read, she was having pret- ty fair luck at coaching the local football team. No matter who the team played it was always sure of finishing second anyway. Finally, the orchestra was all in their places and an old guy with a long beard comes out in front of them. He looked familiar back to but I couldn't seem to place him. A kind old lady who was sitting in front of me kindly informs me his name is Eliott. Then she lisps pleasingly, He's the con- ductor. The overture was well under way when I hears the Frau tell Kar- leen that my kind neighbor 1S a Butler and as I, wishing to make the evening pleasa.nt all round, leans over her shoulder and says, Quite