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

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M,,.,M,M,M,e...,.c.m,,a . M P ffl' Simfvrll machines go tearing by. Then along comes a car full of ladders and paint- ers with Herr Fulford at the wheel. I didn't see what the Painters' Union could do at the iire, but I suppose that was up to the chief. Things have changed so in the last few years. Why, even I had got married. A pulling and grunting stops me before I got to the station door, and turning half around I gets a good view of the approaching mass of hu- manity. One who had known Roulo as a boy might have recognized him now. if one's eyesight was good. Somehow or other Warren wasn't the same shape that he used to be. Most of his form had all come around in front of him and collected about his belt. One would never believe that he used to be the slickest hula hula dancer east of Waikiki Beach. I felt an urgent need of seeing the wife and explaining to her why I'd been so late. So I shakes off Master Roulo and dashes for the waiting room. As l enter, Ilook wildly about for the Missus. Suddenly I spy her close to where Danny's corner used to be. I saunters down to the coun- ter and looks square into Dot Drur-y's blushing face. I buy a smoke just so she won't be disap- pointed in a sale and gathering up the change from my dime I goes over and sits down beside the Frau. I see that she looks biue enough to paint a second Blue Danube, but l never utters a yip. You see I'm a man of experience, so I waits for her to set the ball arolling. Not a word is utteredj Our party is getting too boisterous, thinks I and I was just going to offer some suggestions to the wife when the door opens and two ladies, clad in the latest gowns from Paris flVIaineJ, enter and stand gawking at Gladys and I. They look about twice at the wife, then comes sailing' across the floor with extended arms and dimpling cheeks. As Gladys sees what's coming, she grows a little more joyous and hops up out of her seat, to meet the attack from Paris. Soon I hears the Words ' of emotion gushing forth and also that the names of Miss Colburn and- Miss Doherty are going to be charged to- morrow. and since a couple of fel- lows thought they'd like to get rid of their money a. little faster there was going to be a double knot tied on the morrow. As this duet passed through the portals of the station, a very slight lady cones in and seats herself and her parrot cage down on one side of her and places her cotton umbrella on the seat at her right. All over her was written primness personified. Losing no time she pulls oif her iingerless gloves and proceeds to demolish a ginger-snap, with a ravenous appe- tite. I rakes my brain, trying to place this feminine figure. Suddenly it comes to me that this hilarious person is none other than Evelyn Graves. I'd have asked Gladys to have confirmed my opinion but she had taken a seat at the other end of the depot and refused to look my way. Before I could take in any more details of the lady, I hears our train come wheezing up to the depot. In a jiify the wife is out of her cor- ner and making for the train. I fol- lows after her while the guard, who is walking up and down the platform as if he is doing the Baxter mile. starts roaring: This train for Ayer, Sayville, Wabash. Pensacola, Sara- toga, Nagog Junction, and all points West. He says no more, for seeing me he comes striding over to where , ,A ,A .N ., ...c .I .- .- .- A .- A .- A .A L. .U .U .U .U .,', ..',V.,Y, .U .Q .LJ .U .LJ .U .U .U CLASS PRQPHECY