Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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P qc Fo111'1'rv11 S M.x,.s.,.v.X..s-.v.s..X,.v,V.v.v.v.-..s..s..s.. CLASS PRQPHECX endeavoring to make an exit, I pack up against the building to wait for the Frau. While I'm standing there a couple of maidens draw up aside of me and begin beefing about all things that women are interested in. and that's everything. Out of the corner of my eye I looks them over and I know for a fact that I've seen their pictures in the paper, with ar- ticles written about how they tom- ahawked plate-glass windows and spilled mellow eggs at school-board and city executives a.ll because they wasn't allowed to vote. They were talking some, were the suffs, Mildred Moore and Frances Bassett. From all the ideas, suggestions and informa- tion they bombarded one another with, I pieces facts together and learns that Marguerite Holmes was travelling about the Sahara Desert, peddling fur coats to the Arabs. She was always a cool one, anyhow. I edges nearer this council-of-war as familiar names began to be gargled back and forth and I hears that Is- abel Russell and Ethel Whitmore have been termed promising recruits, being now life members of the Na- tional School Teachers' Association. This conversation was getting mighty interesting and I was just hearing that Florence Dudley had by a large majority been elected to dust off the books in the Public Library, and if a draughtsman was needed she was on hand to regulate the opening of the windows. I was absorbing these facts as a dry sponge sops up water when I feels a touch on my arm. Wheeling about I comes face to face with Lawnie and after the glad-hand becomes stationary and all other po- lite questions were over, he says, with much embarrassment, You're married, ain't you? I told him I was. Can you tell me how much it costs to live when you got a wife? he sputters. Why, says I, it costs almost noth- ing, everything is so reasonable these days. I'm glad to hear you say so, he says. Sheila's father and mother were afraid that maybe I wasn't get- ting enough to support her. 'You know I'm taking care of the com- mon now. Yes, so I see by the paper, says I. But who's Sheila? VVhy, she's the sweetest girl in the world, answers Lawnie. He probably would have proceeded with her family history but I sees the Missus come out of the theatre and by her looks I know that it's best to be with her unless I wish to lose what few hairs I am still coax- ing along on my head. I hurries at- ter the Missus who is hoofing it towards Moody street. Gladys was sure sore when I catches up to her. We hadn't stopped here more than a minute before I hears the put, putt of a motor-bike and around the corner swings the piece of ma- chinery with Fannie Phipps at the handles. She had Lillian Hickey sitting in the baby-carriage attach- ment. As I looks at the pair I re- members that Fannie was the only one of her set that owned a solid, 14 karat potato necklace and as for Lill, she was sitting up as straight as a poker looking ahead with a far- away look about her pathetic blue eyes. The Waverley seamstress had become affected in this manner early in her girlhood. It happened over night and she never was the same after Richie went away. No sooner had the motor-cycle vanished than the Police Auto comes banging up ' f'1if'1i2qAf ,S,'RJNK,f'1Rf Qf'R,xQbf1if if if'31vRPTxJTx2AN '..1..I..I..fW.fT.'..l'T.f'E.l..'..fI.f'T.'--fT.l'T.f'?.fT