Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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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

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