Central High School - Blue and White / Pnalka Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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Tne bi revengeful turn, so we beg that you will accept this curling iron. Remember, Betty, whenever there is danger, always wave your hair! Perhaps for a few moments the care- takers of our class baby will untie their apron strings and allow Kenneth Rice to enter our midst—Milk bottles, toys and candy are all too common for such as you! Blocks are said to be educational and inas- much as you are really graduating, we de- cided to give you something which every baby craves (blocks). If anyone can bring Dot Sheldon out of her habitual trance for a minute, will he please propel her towards the stage—Dot, you've kept us guessing for three long years as to what you were thinking about. Now we've given up and decided to put a stop to this aloof placidity of those eyes. Here’s a bomb to upset that complacency. It’s set to go off in a few seconds. Please take it outside and if it works, come back and tell us. John Keefe—John, you have one of those soft, melodious voices that can’t be heard across the class-room: so we give you this megaphone to use when you go to the higher institution of learning. Virginia) Donald—Your vocabulary is unequalled by any other within the halls of Central. Here is a copy of Webster’s Dic- tionary. Look it over, for we’re told they added a new word the other day. We trust that no obfuscating interruptions will occur during your perusal of said document. Henry Hewitt—Henry, we all know that you are our silent lover, and we hope that in the future you will have more courage to declare yourself. Here’s a box of ““PEP” to spur you on. Gwen Morgan—Gwen, you have one of the biggest grins in the Class of ’273. We hereby present you with one of Kresge’s best yar d measures. When you get home, measure that grin of yours and tellus the result. Laurence Hubbard—When it comes to bluffing, you are incomparable. We're not sure just what gets you by, Laurence, tho’ we think it is—well, we won’t give you away; but here is a little extra soft soap, in case you're ever at a loss. AN DOWER The next offender being a worthy victim, will Karl Schwenger please mount the steps on the right—Karl, your downheartedness after the sixth period has been carefully and cleverly traced to the fact that Dot has failed to appear. Feeling sorry for you. we have contrived a way in which you may always have a Dot with you (cardboard with a large dot in the center). Hubie Wilson and Rosamund Good win— You two cause more traffic complications in Central's Halls than ten perspiring traffic cops could ever hope to manage—and all because you don’t observe the parking regulations. After due deliberation. we hit upon a plan. Here she is! (a toy car). Now you can take Rosie anywhere, Hubie, to park in the middle of Main Street with our blessing. Mildred O’Neal—Now don’t blush, Mildred! Oh there you go. It would be a crime to ever lose such a becoming habit—so here’s a box of rouge to help you out. Wilma Fellows—Billie, you’ve entertained us with your dainty feet innumerable times in the last three years. Please take this little dancer; and sometimes, years from now, look at her and remember how good you’ve been to us. Peg Hiland—Peg, you are so very at- tractive that we know you are continually bothered with pick-ups. It must be embar- rasing, so please accept this masher which will be less of a bother and more of a help. Charley Collins—Your halo of red has been the object of much concern in Central, because of its resemblence to a wild fire. Here is something to extinguish both the fire and the anxiety of your many friends (package of green dye). Thelma Burlingame—We have heard of and also noticed the collection of rings, pins, etc. which you have received from the various colleges and prep. schools. Wishing to give you something different and still keep it in your line, we are bestowing upon you this dignified and worthy pin (horse- blanket pin). Alice Johnston—Among your various and charming accomplishments, Alice, we have found out that you play the violin. Please accept this miniature fiddle in re- membrance of all the things you have done for us. THELMA BurLINGAME NataLiE CONVERSE

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THE we had become 2A’s, we found ourselves past the social stage; so we indulged in a JUNIOR PROM. George Cavanaugh, who has the honor of having been in most of Central’s one hundred served as chairman of the committee. Our class gift to the school consisted of the beautiful “Chorus Contest Trophy” which was pre- at the second semi-annual contest. classes, sented At this time, we became real upperclassmen, at least in our own opinion, and were also getting more and more envious of the senior seats in the Assembly Hall, as yet a year’s time distant. Imagine, dear reader, our feelings when we became 3B’s. To make a long story short, we gave the 3B Fiesta with Blondy Collins as chairman of the committee assisted by “Sissy” Studley, “Peg” Merritt, “Dude” Hubbard, ‘‘Poetess’”? Hiland, ‘“‘Noisy’’ Con- verse, and others. Yet during all this time, we could but look more covetously on the seats of the seniors. Time passed. Then behold, we were able to call ourselves seniors. But we soon found out that all was not to be milk and honey. We had to spend money so fast on about ten million things that a dollar appeared about BOWE SAND: WwW ETE as big as Mt. Everest to most of us. Our pictures were taken, and on the return of the proofs, WOW! all the self esteem we had ever had was lost. That cost money; then class dues don’t help the purse any, and the demand for us to buy tickets to the football games found us nearly broke. But we were glad we had quarters for the Tech game, which brought the Football Championship home to Central. The proceeds which re- sulted from the sale of the Football Mega- phones helped to swell our treasury. Next, our last dance was given, with Phil Connell as chairman of the committee. Central was out “en-force’”’ to help celebrate our Football Championship, and with the help of “Iry Guyer’s Orchestra” furnishing the for the dance, and the School Band for the parade, a gorgeous time was had by all. Then we began to plan for the Blue and Whites, for Shakespeare’s big murder play, “Julius Caesar,” the Banquet, Graduation, and last, the glorious PROM. As the historian closes, he finds pleasure in reflecting that after all we didn’t make music such a very bad record individually and as a class. Kennetu Le Mere Presentation of the Class of 1927+ Fred Ober—Fred, we feel that your capable management of the class pictures, in spite of all your trials and tribulations, substantial reward. Therefore, we're presenting you with this camera to deserves a set you up in the business in the basement of Woolworth’s Department Store. Gert Campbell—Gert. your cunning hand has aided in the advertising of many school dances. However, we hear that we are not the only members of the school who think your hand is cunning. Gertrude, here are some gloves. Oh Don—(on way up to stage)—Who’ll give me. sixty-sixty-sixty—going for fifty. Going-Going-Gone, and Don went! All that remains is to discover the thief of how the rubber cake that was supposed to bounce. Don, may I present you with a parachute for future descents from an auction block? Nat Converse and Ray Johnson—You two are the noisiest kids that ever strolled thru’ Central’s Corridors; and as this is your last day in Central, we want you to enjoy yourselves and keep up your reputation as noisiest boy and girl, so here’s to you, (meg- aphone and small horn). Dave Cosgriff and John Martin—Folks, here are two bashful boys. I think I may safely say that this class is interested in the welfare of its members, so in behalf of the class, I present you with one volume on How lo Win the Way to a Woman’s Heart. Betty Herrick—Betty, your Central has left in its wake numerous broken hearts. We fear these hearts may be of a sareer in viet

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THE BLEUE SAN DY WAIT E Prophecy of the Class of 1927z While I was in Boston a week or so ago, my hostess invited me to go with her to see a crystal gazer who has been creating quite a stir there recently. | was delighted with the idea, since it was a new experience to me. We drove to Scollay Square and then thru a veritable labyrinth of short, crooked streets before we finally stopped in front of the dingiest hovel I have ever entered. It was no more in keeping with my conception, gleaned from the movies, of what a medium’s rooms ought to be than Buckingham Palace. However, my suffered only slightly, and we pushed the only thing we found which resembled a doorbell. A glum Jap admitted us. We followed him up some rickety. squeaky stairs and finally landed in a windowless room whose only light shone directly on a flawless crystal. Skeptical as I enthusiasm was of its powers, | could not suppress an expression of admiration. My voice came back from the walls and died down with an eerie whine which set me shivering. I was assisted into a chair before the glowing crystal. A voice spoke opposite me. | looked. I started, and sucked in my breath. There sat Grandpa Wu. himself. He promised that the crystal would reveal to me anything I might desire. | stammered something ahout the future of my classmates. The sight of him was enough to fire my imagination into a receptive condition. My eyes fell to the crystal. It quivered and grew. Larger and larger, until I felt my self enveloped. The room had faded. I was in a world of my own, bright and clear, except for a wisp of smoke which seemed to have no fire. The smoke wavered before me, and took a vague, human form. It had no features, except one huge, unblinking green eye. It addressed thusly :— me “What do you seek)” “Who are you)” | quavered. “T am the Soul of the crystal—what do )?? you seek: “The future of my classmates,” I replied. “Attend; your wish is granted,—who shall be first)” wS ty “Al Gariepy.” “He shall be a radio announcer. He shall broadcast events where speed and directness of speech are essential. He shall be famous, also, for the daintiness of his fancy needle- work. From his station on Static Island, New York, Catherine Hayes and Charles Killmer will sing weekly with Frances Zirkin as their accompanist.” “Landon Head.” “He shall be inventor of a new starch for West Pointers’ dress trousers, that they may not suffer from vagrant wrinkles and dirt at inspection. A monument by the sculptor, Henry Hewitt, will be erected to him by the later cadets. as the man who took the specks out of inspection.” “Carol Mather.” “She will be famous on the stage for her In her spare time she will write testimonials for ‘Plucky Tripe’ cig- arettes, using her melodious stage voice to ‘Chaney-isms.’ bear out her statements.” “What about Charles Collins?” “A very bright young man, he. He shall teach philosophy at Smartmouth College. He will know absolutely nothing about his subject, but he will bluff his pupils so well that they will really gain a comprehensive knowledge of the course.” “What is Thelma Burlingame’s future?” “She will be the founder of a museum of curios. Her Institution will contain the best known and most complete collection in the country of pins, rings and lockets represent- ing all the leading colleges.” “Surely Ray Johnson will be one of the Big Noises of the day.” “Yes, he will be owner and ballyhoo man of a travelling show which will feature several of your classmates. Gertrude Camp- bell, Wilma Fellows, Winifred Marsden, Dorothy Sheldon, Bessie Smith and Alice Johnston will be billed as “The Popisinski Sisters’ Chorus. Don Notman will be the real Star of their dances, and having at- tracted attention by his antics, will auction off cake. He will fall hard for every pretty