Belmont High School - Blueprint Yearbook (Belmont, MA)

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Belmont High School RITA VAUGHN Please get this straight! Our Rita is neither a Theda Bara nor a Peggy Joyce, but a good scholar, a brilliant athlete and a ready worker; heart-breaking is merely an avocation. Rita’s work as private secretary for our Business Manager received the highest praise as did her effort on the basketball court. “I shall miss you, Rita,” quoth our busy Business Manager. So say we all. JAMES WELLINGER “Ouch!” Evidently some unsuspecting chap has re- ceded one of James’ friendly punches. Every time James scores a hit with one of these numerous “love-taps,” it registers on his jolly countenance. The louder the cry, the wider the grin. When not engaged in mischievous pursuits, James applies himself to scholastic tasks with commendable zeal. This zeal results in excellent marks, so we shall allow James to continue using his spare time for administering blows to innocent by-standers. MABEL WESTLUND “Betty, Betty, where are you?” Although William had quite a time finding her in “Sylvia,” Mabel will always be easily discovered in the memories of the Class of ’25. Mabel showed her true ability when she enthralled the audience with her peerless characterization of a simple country maid. Actress, operatic star, scholar and at- tractive lady that she is, Mabel has shown us a number of sides, many of which were unexpected. PAUL WHITNEY Paul thinks that Muscle Shoals should be controlled by the Government. At least that’s what Paul contended in one of the best debates the society has ever heard. Paul is our “II Penseroso”; in fact he is perpetually burdened with deep contemplation and, as usual, couid not held a smile long enough to have his photo snapped. When Paul gets away from school, however, he reveals an unexpected side to his character and merrily chases a puck over the rink, with remarkable dexterity. 28

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The 1925 Chameleon KATHERINE E. SULLIVAN Carlyle has a rival! Our Kay, after several years of painstaking- investigation, has just completed a startling essay on Burns, that makes Carlyle’s masterpiece resemble a radio bed-time story. Friends, at Miss Sullivan’s spe- cial request, we beseech you not to judge her by the pic- ture which accompanies this sketch. Kay has one of those rare physiognomies which defy the art of photography to reproduce. Evidently the Class of ’25 appreciates excel- lency, for Kay has been appointed to a surprising assort- ment of offices — from Junior President clean through to Chairman of the Senior Social Committee. Take special notice of her artistic embellishments in this year book. When we want to put something across with a particular- bang, we get this young tornado to start the agitation. Here’s to the belle of the Class of 1925! GERALDINE SMITH Geraldine is a very good little girl and has light, light hair like “Goldy Locks” who stole the porridge from the three bears. Some of the horrid old teachers have given Geraldine a nice big “A” which made her Auntie very proud of her. Geraldine is a very good little girl in her studies as all very good little girls should be. Pardon the strictly puerile lingo, but, seriously, we want you to understand that we have just completed a eulogy on the “Baby of the Class of 1925.” OSCAR SWANSON It “is said that Oscar developed his stentorian voice, shouting commands to phantom assistant managers during the hockey season, for few were willing to aid in chasing pucks in the wintry blast. Although Oscar is invariably a bit shy in volunteering, he usually has his lessons done. Oscar is the best natured and most obliging fellow in the Senior Class, but strange to say, he is its only misogynist — that is, according to our far-reaching research. Our records also disclose that Oscar ranks second to the win- ner of the four-year diurnal marathon to school, and who will deny that a prompt, good-natured man is not an asset to this class? EVELYN TOBEY Every class has its red-head beauty. Pardon us, Evelyn, it’s not red; it’s auburn! ! Evelyn is not quick to anger; on the contrary, we have never had the pleasure of seeing her vexed. It is difficult to make the acquaintance of such a shy, unassuming young lady, but once you do, it’s worth the bother. Cushing is going to have a charming co-ed on its register next fall. 07

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The 1925 Chameleon ELIZABETH WHITE “Louder!” Is it possible that such a tiny, inarticu- late voice is coming- from the incomparable basketball forward of the past three years — namely, Elizabeth White? Yes, this is one of the frailties which this versa- tile young lady must overcome (before she receives her diploma from the Emerson School of Oratory. If Eliz- abeth is not present at an affair, whether it be social or athletic, it certainly is not worth attending. Put two or three stages of audio amplification on your vocal chords, “Libby,” and we shall certainly hear from you in the future. LOUISE WIGHT Louise (“Sylvia,” our prima donna, and “L. W.,” our artist), is perhaps the most accomplished member of the Class of ’25. Those who are familiar with Louise’s art (this book contains one sample), and who heard her in the title role of “Sylvia” realize that Louise has been a valuable asset to our class. We wonder who will take Louise’s place next year when the Dramatic and Debat- ing Societies begin their demands for posters. ESTHER YENSEN “Only the brave deserve the fair, Only the victor, the booty.” Thus we pass the laurels to our dignified valedictorian and humbly gather the pearls of wisdom that fall at her feet. We gaze with awe at Esther’s report card and touch with reverence the sacred A’s that adorn it. We wish you luck, Esther. May your favorite flower ever be the laurel. ARTHUR YOUNG “Positively different!” That describes Arthur! None of us ever got close enough to Arthur to call him any name other than his baptismal appellation. Math, of any sort, is second nature to Mr. Young, and like ancient Archimedes, Arthur (note the splendid example of allit- eration), dotes on Physics. Then, too, this distinctive individual is the fortunate owner of a versatile voice (more alliteration) ; indeed, he invariably sang even the mezzo-soprano and alto parts during the rehearsals of Sylvia, accompanying the soloists in a pleasing (?) un- dertone. Keep your eye on Arthur, because we wouldn’t be at all astonished if he eventually succeeded in captur- ing a place in the M. I. T. Faculty. 29