Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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THE Mrnnon 25 lWy curiosity led me to want to use this discovery as soon as possible. Consequently I immediately began to think of a person of a mentality equal to mine. I had been walking down the side- walk all the time I had been read- ing. When I looked up, I saw a very attractive sign slung above me on which was written: MacNeil, Jus- tice of the Peace . 'cEqual mental- ity-Arthur MacNeil-just the fel- low, thought I. I rushed into Arthur's office and in a few moments he and I were con- centrating for all we were Worth on Shirley Sweeney. The effort was a complete flop, however, either Shir- ley had no mind at all or Arthur's mentality was inferior to mine Qand I had my suspicions about Arthur.j Disgusted, I was about to leave the office when Clifford Maney and Glenna lVIacBride entered to be tied into a matrimonial knot or what not. Very much surprised, I asked Glenna if she wasn't still married to Lawrence McNamara. She admitted that she was, but declared that she was tired of his flirting with the customers at his beauty parlor and consequently wanted to get hitched up with a good respectable baker like cliff. A It took Arthur and me a full hour to convince Glenna that being mar- ried to two men was a bit irregular and that she had better return to her beauty specialist. When she had left, I turned to Cliff, who had been stand- ing passively by during the argu- ment, and shook his hand, for here was a person whose mind coincided with mine :-Why, I can remember how it had embarrassed me in school when his homework and mine were identical. I pushed him into the back room and soon we were concentrating on Shirley Sweeney again. Wonder of wonders, this time it worked. But what a sight we saw--Shirley sitting in a rocking chair with spectacles on the end of her nose, knitting--Who would have thought that our peppy Shirley would turn out to be a spin- ster? We were downcast. This cer- tainly is a mighty queer world. Cliff and I prepared ourselves for a surprise and concentrated on Mor- ton Ginsburg. A scene in a Turkish courtyard came before us. We saw Morty under a great bear skin hat slashing away at a group of Turks. I thought that he was doing a solo until I saw Lawson Hill rolling around on the ground trying to ex- tract his head from a brother to Mor- ty's hat and Arthur Weinstein busily slaying the victims of Morty's sword. I I wondered what the fray could be about until I saw Frank White, standing on a wall with his arms folded, looking very much like a Turk, leering at ithe scene with a wicked eye. A multitude of women were ar- ranged in picturesque positions in a nearby garden. Then I decided that Frank must have been hounded so by the women in America that he had been forced to retire to Turkey with a few of his favorites. At last Mor- ty slew his last Turk and dashed into the Harem. He seized a woman tenderly and soon was riding away on a gallant charger with her safe in his arms. I noticed when they passed that the woman was Frances Frazer. Lawson and Arthur had followed suit, rescuing Marjorie Bolio and Evelyn Cossaboon respectively-these lads were still evidently the same gallant fellows they had been in school. The scene faded, but we still had Frank White on our minds and we revived the scene to see if Frank really had had the whole female sec-

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I 26 THE MIRROR tion of the class of '29 transported to Turkey. Frank was busily taking count of stock in his harem. He had a list and was calling their names one by one. As they stood up to answer the roll, I recognized Ger- trude MacDonald and that auburn hair of hers, Oh, boylg Louise Row- ell, I bet she tells Frank What's what, Jeannette Barrow, there's nothing the matter with Frank's eyes, Olive Buttrick, Wait until Avery Steele gets out of the cooler. How he must repent using the mail for fraudulent purposes, Helen Crosby, that personified literary gem, Estella Gray, the boss, but not the favorite, and Mary Corrigan, whose scholarly intellect would make a guarantee that the Harem refrained from too much frivolityg last of all Mary Young, to keep the family reconciled. When our thoughts had ceased to harmonize on this subject, I mur- mured something about- Every dog has his day, Sinners always get their pay. Somehow this reminded Cliff of Alice Cosgrove so much that he made me concentrate with him on Alice, to see what difference ten years had made on her. Alice was sitting in a hearse while Roderick Gillis, her long-suffering husband, and William Pedersen, his partner, were busy fill- ing the vehicle with long boxes. Upon seeing the sign on the side of the hearse, 'cGillis and Pedersen, Undertakers, Chicago , I understood what Alice had meant when she told me that her husband was pros- pering in the wholesale business. I think he has hopes of outliving his wife and enjoying the rest of his life, but I'm not sure. ' A suggestion was proffered that we find whether ten years had sub- tracted anything from Ellen Childs. You remember what a prominent fig- ure Ellen was-no, I didn't say had. Upon getting into Cahoots again a scene closely resembling Old Home Week came before us. It was a group of young women, all making crazy motions. The central figure of this group turned out to be Rosa- mond Edgar, who looked exception- ally pleased. Clasping their hands and swaying about her were Gertrude Bliss, Vir- ginia Ellis, Madeline Mabie, and Marion Maclntyre. Ellen Childs was behind these persons with an air of proprietorship about her and a critical eye for the proceedings. After considering the amount of hats and other unspeakables hanging around the shop and the layout on Rosie, I decided that this was Ellen's Hab- erdasheryn, of which I had heard. Rosie must have been the foreign buyer back from a trip with some more vicious styles for the gullible feminine publicg and Gerty, Virgin- ia, Madeline, and Marion must have been the clerks to sell the same pub- lic the same styles that they seem so much taken up with all the time. Good Heavens, declared Cliff, can,t we run into anything more ex- citing to look at than a bunch of nit- wits ogling at a mess of clothes? Let's locate Phyllis Wilson. She may be doing something interesting. This seemed agreeable to me. Can you imagine our astonishment when, upon concentrating, we found that Phyllis was scrubbing the floor in'a bank? I wondered what reverses in life had forced Phyllis to such work. The write-up she got in the society page of the paper certainly changed my feeling of pity for her. What notoriety she did get! A society lady scrubbing Hoors. The lights went out for some un- known reason and left us in the dark. Wife Sl1'T1'T101'1Cd an electrician. After the wait of an hour, Herbert Dicks entered with a hammer in his hand.