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

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PeeeeReESENTATIONS OF THE CLASS OF 1933' , Bruce Procror. Paging Bruce Proctor. Make room, everybody, for his honor, the President. Bruce, you have risen very high during your stay at Central. May we present you with this cake of yeast that you may rise even higher in due course of time. Mary Terreauct. Will you please stop collecting dues, back and other- wise, and come forward? Mary, for a whole semester you, and those around you, have been suffering from ae . ” . your ‘‘code id de doze’’; so we have bought you this bottle of nose drops. They aren’t Vick’s, but we hope they will cure your affliction and, incidentally, our annoyance. Howarp BriGHam. Hitchie, with your matinée idol features and your prowess in flattery, you have been a devil with the ladies. This mirror will enable you to keep yourself spruce at all times. Estuer Broom. We hope you can find time to leave your books for just one minute; that’s a good girl, Esther. Everybody is afraid that you are wearing yourself out, studying so hard. Don’t you know that variety is the spice of life? Here, take this box of allspice. Puitie CHAse. Philip Chase, the orator, is wanted on the stage. Phil, all great orators, actors, and singers require a clear throat. Permit us to give you this box of cough drops. Jean Dimock. Will that great scholar, most thoughtful of persons, and the pupil generally preferred by the teachers of fair Central kindly come this way? Yes, Jean Dimock, we mean you. After great effort and considerable investiga- tion, we find that, instead of apples, you give your teachers oranges. Here is an orange for your next votive offering. May it be a successful one. (Continued on page 100) Meeewiltl OF THE CLASS GF 1933%, We, the Class of ’333, in the year of our Lord, 1934, and the foundering of Central the 143th, having been precepted so to do, and having no choice in the matter, do hereby ordain and entreat that this document be considered and treated as our last will and new testa- ment, as provided for in Articre X of our New Year’s Resolutions. Articre 1. We hereby appoint as our executors Mr. Fenner and Mr. Oliver, for we have reason to feel that this execution will be relished by rhem. Articre II. Concerning his prisoners haircut, Bruce Proctor is going to let Buddy Hooker ‘‘carry on the torch.’’ Bruce says he’s out of jail now and doesn’t need ic any longer. Articre Ill. If there be a class destitute of cold cash, but seething with hor gals, we leave this brilliant scheme: Appoint a pretty girl for class treasurer and see the money pour in. The reason we didn’t take our own advice is because we haven’t any beauties worthy of the name. Articte 1V. Joey Michelman leaves his nose to fucure Central full-backs. It seems to come in handy in hitting the line for dear ol’ Central. Articte V. Vivian Booth blushing to Rita Lee Asher. Articre VI. David Belcher leaves his book en- titled ‘“‘How to do Two Hours’ Homework in Fifteen Minutes’’ to the freshmen, so that their now somewhat ARERR es honor roll may be lengthened by several eet. leaves her maidenly Articre VII. The Class of ’33} leaves a perfect Frankenstein to the school. It will have the self-con- fidence of Mary Tetreault, the poise of Esther Frary, the personality of Fred Messner, the brain of Alice Hinckley, Raliate of James Hall, and the curly hair of Charlie iller. Articre VIII. Miss Lois MacAleese, vamp ex- traordinary, leaves her ability to attract men of all de- grees and caliber to Betty Jane Wallace. Arrticte 1X. The 12A Class leaves the lunch room and its horrors to the unsuspecting victims who follow us; also the never ready inkwells. Articrte X. Hitchy Brigham leaves his handsome mug to the fountains (so-called) in the corridors. We've got lips like Ubangi savages trying to drink from them. (Continued on page 100)

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28 etal ts Be oe EstHer Frary has just returned from Africa where her fiancé, Pui Cuase, was eaten by cannibals—but you can’t keep a good man down. Mapevine MacKinnon is a popular Salvation Army lass. Upon questioning, Miss MacKinnon stated that, although there wasn’t much money in the business, she managed to keep her pot filled. Camitre Croutier is eking out a meagre existence on funds derived from her latest song hit, ‘“‘She was Only a Postman’s Daughter, but How She Knew Her Males.”’ “Frannie” Bartletts Rival Frances Bartietr has married fireman JuNior Barney. Life to Frances is just one flame after another. Estuer Bioom is holding down a responsible govern- ment position, and incidentally a comfortable chair, which calls for great talent in developing new patterns, shades, and widths of red tape for official use. AvBerTA SwinnerTON is still knitting all her clothes. Her husband, Georce, is making skirts only. As she commented upon his excuse for coming in late yester- day morning, she remarked, ‘‘I prefer the smooth yarns put out by ArpHa Cueney’s Textile Mills.”’ N D W HSS he Hepeen, the extraordinary exterminator, has a job with the We Wreck Rats Company, crawling down rat holes and slaying the little rascals in great numbers with great delight. She feeds them dynamite and then kills them with a pea-shooter. Dor McGratu has finally given in to the blandish- ments of GeorGe Lapp. She is as happy as could be ex- pected since she is the mother of five fine lads who all resemble cheir father. anew MGeodman- VirciniA Leste is posing for the new Mae West corset designed by Eowarp Day, a specialist on women’s fashions. Gentle snorer or rather gentle listener, at last | have come to the end of my rope. | must break the noose to you, but I’ll be hanged if I don’t have to stop now. Respectfully submitted by Beverctey SHERMAN, Chairman JoHNn PEAvey Ervira Couitti ANNA Ferre THE PROPHECY ON) THE PROP bee Time: 1983 Situation: Mr. John Peavey and the ‘Mrs.’ (Bev. Sherman) are on the honeymoon express Zephlin to Niagreta Fells. John, cackling in the romantic tenor of second childhood. Beverley, m’ dear, at last we are together, heh, heh. Beverley, blushing beneath her girlish wrinkles, mur- murs incoherently. Darling. John. To think that we had to be separated for fifty years until the last of those gossiping fools of ’334 had died off. Ah, but it was worth ic. Elvira Colitti and Anna Ferre snicker in the back- ground as they listen to these tw o happy love-birds. Beverley. Yes, John. John. Beverley, m’ love, when we get back to our dear lictle cottage with the green shutters by the sea, we shall have... Pilot rudely interrupts. Niagreta Fells. Beverley, looking up to sigh and looking down to blush. Our honeymoon, John. John. What is ic, bud of my heart? Beverley. Will you call me ‘“‘beautiful’’ when I get old? John. You will always be young and beautiful. Beverley. Oh, John. Elvira, in the background. Love is blind. Anna. Yes, and marriage is an eye-opener. Mary TrerreAULT

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30 iE be hed= Belew. A N D WwW HOM He has done much for our class, He’s both witty and fair, And none can surpass The cut of his hair. And now we introduce-sah, A very handsome man to you-sah, Although we hear he has the girls at-twut-ah, Wich this haircut, today, he’d melt their hearts like butt-ah. This heah daughter of Mr. Mihle, Without her usual great big smile-ee, Would be as much amiss-ee-see. As the well known Mr. Ghandi, Without his hi-dee, di-dee, di-dee. Charlie is our darling, His curls we love to see. He used to be his mama’s darling When just a baldy babee. She has power to get money, And here, | must say, It certainly is funny, How gladly we pay. This young’uman looks quite sheepish, Perchance, this is due to lack of sleepish, Anyway, here stands unveiled 33 3's most-sought-after belle, Which all shows to go, you never can tell—so’elp me. This curlytop remained quite small, And while at Central played foorball, His loquaciousness, he controlled not at all, Wherein, we point out his only downfall. This young fellow is not the town criah, dear me no. Yet some day he may set the world on fiah, As one very talented piano play-ah, dear me yes. Reading from top to bottom: Left Group, Bruce Procror, Nett Mine, Mary Terreaurt, Jory MicHerman. Right Group, Howarp BricgHam, CHarces Mivrer, Lots MacAcegese, Micuaer Pessovano. Compare the sweet, pure, angelic faces of the dear children above with the faces of the same people on the opposite page as they appear after a high school education. Note how they have changed. THE SONG OR CIHE CLASS OF] 19a Sung to the tune of ““You’re Going to Lose Your Girl”’ We're going to say good-bye And when we’re gone, To dear old Central High. Don’t forget we really cried, Some will come and take our places; And did our best These we 'll yield with all our graces; For Central High. And we know that of all the places, Central is the best. The years before us now To us seem worth the while. Now we're going to separate, That’s because we came to Central, But, first, we like to state Worked and slaved and learned addition. That this is no celebration, If we reach our one ambition, But a very sad occasion It’s due to Central High. Worthy of some great ovation, On leaving Central High. Camicce CLrouTier