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

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THE PROPHECY.OF THE CLASS OF Sige Hello, girlses and boyses. This is Frep Messner, man-about-town, broadcasting from the city jail since, due to a little misunderstanding, I have not yet been bailed out. Chiseling on the old rock-pile with me this ot w ue Gate itor 1 week is the distinguished Socialist, Henry McDonoucu, who has expressed such radical views in his new book ‘““My First Five Years in Central’’ that the authorities decided to put him in temporary retirement on the charge of murdering the King’s English. That celebrated and perforated gangster, Mixe Pessorano, is here for old home week accompanied by his lawyer, Eurcicn. Well, to get away from all this, Nestor Coxxinias, wisest of the Greeks, is the managing owner of the popular roadhouse ‘‘The Greasy Spoon’’, where Bruce Proctor, world’s greatest criminal lawyer by day, nightly murders harmony with his infamous orchestra. That vivacious trio, Saw, Hurp, and LaVatty,'are | | Srqham makes his Toilette” doing a song and dance number there this week. Not a liccle of the establishment’s popularity is due to the presence of BricHam, the gigolo, and Bowker, the bouncer. The girls like to try to dance with Bricuam, and the boys get a great kick out of being bounced by Bowker. Puytitis Warner is a hostess. Procror and Lois MacAcerse have finally buried the hatchet. An investigation found it in her skull. She is under the care of Dr. Jimmy Hatt, but nevertheless is expected to re- cover. Dr. Hatt is responsible for the bandage that Bruce conducts his orchestra undisturbed because ne OSA Bowker is so efficient.

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Pgaka Bae ee N D Wee reel oe 25 STEVEN BarANOWSKY 72 Congress St. College Preparatory Course Crew (1,23). “A silent fellow.” 25 Orlando Sc. American Academy of Dramatic Art G. A. A. (4, 2, 3); Squad Leader (1, 2); Recorder Agent (1); Drama (1, 2); Traffic Squad (2). “Happy am I, from care I'm free.”’ ALBERTA SWINNERTON Muneeenits FROM THE DIARY OF A 1933' , PEPYS 1931 February 1. Well, diary old pal, I’m a Centralite now. I’ve just spent a hectic but successful day wander- ing around the school despite the help of the seniors, and I guess I’m settled for a three years’ stay. A lot of the old pals are still in my classes, and what a lot of new ones. Looks like a nice bunch. June 25. Whoops! We're out for the summer. After a pretty good semester | said ‘‘so long”’ to the kids, kind of regretfully, but will see them all nexc fall. A good crowd, nice teachers (7), and a swell school—what more do you want? September 2. Back to the old grind again. It seemed good seeing everybody, though, but I hate the thought of having to work again. Such is life, but I’m kind of glad of it I guess. November 2. Nothing much happened in school to- day except maybe our class elections. Joey Michelman is president, and let’s see, Phil Chase is vice-president, Dot Chaoush is secretary, and Fletch Prouty is member-at-large. Now for some action in the class! December 1. Boy, have | had an evening! I’ve just been to our class social, and what with playing bridge and dancing when I was dummy, had a great time. The whole thing was a success all right. 1952 February 1. Ha, now I’m an exalted junior. Noth- ing particularly interesting happened, new classes, new teachers, that’s all. April 1. Among other things, we held class elections again; Brucie Proctor is our new president, Dave Belcher vice-president, Dot Chaoush secretary, Nellie Mihle member-at-large, and Bill’ Gordon treasurer. September 4. Another year ahead, but suppose it’s all for the best. Had an assembly first thing, and heard from Mr. Hill about ‘‘doing that which if everybody did it,’’ and about keeping up the good name of the best school in the solar system by increased effort in scholarship, school interest, you know, the annual spiel. Made some resolutions then and there, but... . October 5. We gave the old school a present to- day, bushes and shrubbery around the front; looks RICE... December 2. Am | dead! The Junior Prom came off tonight, and Kay and | surely enjoyed it. A good crowd was there from che class, and the gym looked real classy all dolled up with green and white and our banner. Swell refreshments, swell dance, swell girl, ah! 1933 January 30. After waiting three years I’m finally a senior. It doesn’t seem much different, but wait ’til we lay hands on these freshmen. March 2. Class elections in school again. Brucie was reélected president, Hitchy Brigham vice-president, Lois MacAleese secretary, Mary Tetreault treasurer, (good Lord, my dues need to be paid-up), and Nellie member-at-large. They'll be plenty busy next semes- tere! May 19. Took Kay to our class dance, the Kabray Kapers, tonight and had one grand time. Most of the crowd was there, and everyone enjoyed a good orches- tra and a peach of a time. Wayside after with the bunch, and I sure am all in. September 6. School again, and only six more months of it. We’ve got the big study hall, 323, for a home room, and it very conveniently seats all 97 of us. I suppose we're all in for graduation work; but that’s a long way off. Making sure of even graduating is nec- essary now. So-00-00! December 15. Talk about being busy! First of all I shouted myself hoarse in a Christmas assembly re- hearsal; and, after a wicked series of classes, had a long Prom committee meeting. Then I raced down to Bosworth’s to get my pictures, and are they terrible!.. . 1934 January 5. | put on the soup-and-fish (more soup than fish) and attended the long-awaited Senior Prom. Had a perfect time along with most of the class to the music of Irv Guyer, and all in all it couldn’t have been much better. The weather was fierce, but we also took in Wayside. I hope the banquet and class day turn out to be as good as this affair. January 24. The last day of school, and climaxed by the banquet at that. | haven’t had so much fun in some time. We met at the Bridgeway, and had an ex- cellent meal followed by the usual speeches from Brucie, Mr. Fenner, Mr. Hill, and the rest, and stunts by some of the ’334 talent. Dancing after. One peach of a time. January 27. ‘Station I.C.U. Makes Good,” and thar is licerally true. Our class night tonight was a howling success with the place jammed, and our class production funnier and better thanever. And what a mob in the gym after for dancing. We closed our school career with a bang all right. Epwarp Caruso Jean Dimock Puirtie CHASE

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N D af nb ae i= 27 Lois Mec Aleese 1s still looking For her deal- Miss Mirprep Pratt is sporting about her throat. It seems he was operating for appendicitis, but found her so ticklish he had to cut her throat. If you walk up State Street you may see a sign reading (a thing remarkable in itself): Miller Funeral Par- lours—Let Miller Put You Away—Try Our Em- balming Fluid Cocktails—Steam Heated Ceme- tery Lots. Mr. Murcer is taking care of Dr. Hatt’s mistakes on a 50-50 basis. Birt Goprrey, for sweet Fericity’s sake, has donated money for a new theatre, decorated by Puyttis Van Sickie. Tickets will be sold under the auspices of the ‘“‘Men’s Improvement League.’’ JEAN Dimock is shaking a leg with the Nifty Naughties at the State Theatre. We tried to keep the State Theatre out of this, but it would wiggle in. Ettswortu Cook is running an ‘‘Advice to the Love- lorn’’ column. Devoted to his job, he often sacrifices an evening of vice to console some poor sweet damsel. Nevu Munte has been having so much to do with Etsy in his professional capacity that the government has appointed a special letter carrier for their corres- pondence. Gtenvon Rayson is crooning lullabies at a nursery. It’s a tree nursery, and his feature number is “Lullaby of the Leaves.’’ Birt Gorpon is the big shot in charge of the young shoots. Incidentally, folks, if your pores are paralyzed, or if your skin is beginning to lose that school-girl com- plexion, use Mapame Harriet JoHNSON’s Cremes. Van Heusen has what it takes to get along—along what?—along these lines: the B.O., the B.V.D., the 1.0.U.—What lines are these? That’s easy—since they are neither Goprrey’s line nor BriGHAm’s line, they must be railroad lines. To come to the point, gentle listeners, the fact is that Miss Van Heusen is a waitress. She protests that the fare limit is unfair. Mr. Eart Brake, who is now lugging a full beard around, says about eating corn on the cob, “One in the hand is worth two in the bush.”’ Bruce Bowens is a recent appointee as Ambassador to Abyssinia. CrensHAw, popular entertainer at the Cotton Club, has been very sick of late. As you may or may not know, the little devil has acquired the habit of carving the initials of his feminine acquaintances on his arms and legs. His wife, Acnes Harvie, who has had difficulty in paying his doctor’s bills, says, ‘‘It’s not the up-keep that hurts; it’s the initial cost.”’ Miss Terreautt is just getting her husband untied after his last wrestling match. By the way, she is famous for her recipe on ‘‘How to Make Cauliflower Ears At- tractive.” Jacosson has just lost his position as Fuller Brush man because of his inability to make sales. The fact that he had to back up to ring door bells, on account of his large feet, handicapped him. This backward pro- cedure often resulted in an undignified position at the bottom of the stairs. Mr. Norman Temete is wallowing in the footsteps of L. W. Smiru. Since he has not as yet secured the coveted position as teacher at the best school in the solar system, he is killing time as head of the mathematics department at Harvard. Bernarp O‘Conne LL, steel worker, is riveting an addition to the Chrysler Building—but that’s another story. Jory MicHerman has been picked up by the police at Coney Island, where he was making a general nuisance of himself by yelling fearfully and pointing into the water. The great detective, Homework Suirks, whom we have known as Dave Betcuer, suggests that Joey’s fear was caused by his reflection. Epwarp Caruso has obtained a job in the U. S. Navy on the strength of the nautical reputation of one of his ancestors. This ancestor, it seems, was Commander- in-Chief of the naval forces of the world. His name was Noau. That isn’t static you hear folks. It’s just Epirn Ste. Once trying to get a word in. Bos JoHnson has a fat part in the new play “It Never Rains But Someone Gets Wet.”’ It is playing at the Garden.