Franklin High School - Oskey Yearbook (Franklin, MA)

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CLASS DAY

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jicmthal This year, because of few social events, the Senior Class became somewhat dull or dead. This era of dullness or deadness prevailed only a short while, as one of our classmates, Charlie White, appeared with a Scandal Sheet, which was to be published weekly, and was read by Seniors only. The word Scandal woke us from our dullness, and stirred plenty of controversy. As each copy was edited, the sheet became more and more slanderous. Disaster came, after several sheets were seen by the faculty. The sheet was resumed and was then known as the Gossiper, which was sold to all teachers and students. This didn ' t prove-very successful, as it was cen sored by faculty advisers, and only a little scandal appeared. The following are selections from the editions: Jimmy Boucher has promised to repeat his sensational feat of scoring a basket for an opposing team if promised immunity from Mr. Hilbert’s wrath. These events would be MIRACLES if they ever should happen. If Brute Riley quit being a fish for DYNAMITE MARTEL. If the editor escapes annihilation, and quits being a FISH. If the hyphen on this typewriter ever works right. If SUNSHINE SIMON ever quits trying to get a drag with her teachers. HOLD IT — MISS SIMON —■ Remember the punishment for murder. If Dago DeBaggis ever quits chastizing Miss Lawrence in Italian. The female species of the school have united, and intend to edit a counter-scandal sheet. We at least have the honor of editing the original. The editors, all females, include, Lillian Saltman, Phyllis Davis, Elizabeth Hale, Eleanor Holmes, Ruth Carlson, and Russell Chase. If you don ' t think Ronny Palumbo is a second Cab Calloway, come around to the auditorium some noon. Mrs. Riley: John, the trouble with you is that you are too lazy. Why don’t you work as the industrious ants do? Flabby: Nope, not me, I’m too smart: work or no work the ants get stepped on. We had always considered Hot-Cha Mann fairly intelligent, but imagine the vice-president of the Senior class going home and telling his father his mid-year exam marks the night of an important game. What a change a year can make in a youth. A year ago this time, Cummings was just a studious, brilliant, and apparently over- serious young man. Look at him now. He goes around singing popular songs, expresses his opinion of prominent orchestras, harasses Miss L ittlefield by making unasked-for comments and topped it all off last Friday afternoon. Enter today’s comedians: Oo-fa Turco: Say, Turkey, what ever happened to Axle Bennett’s iron will, that he used to brag so much about? Turkey Burgess: Oh, “Good-Time” Nelson’s tears rusted it. Doc. Frazer recently congratulated your correspondent on the last Scandal Sheet. Was the editor’s face crimson? Nick Vignone is still slightly love-sick. The girl responsible for the deplorable condition aforementioned, “Brain Storm” Longton by name, is hereby officially notified that she owes ye editor 10 . It might not be a bad idea if: George Vozzella quit claiming he is a star boxer. Telo Catalano quit hanging around the Sophomore girls. Dumb David Mann: Say, Jack, I saw your car parked down at the lake last night for two hours. What was the matter? Did you have a flat tire? Jack McMorrow: If she had been, do you think I would have kept her there two hours? T iventy

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i History of tlte Class of 1933 In September, 1929, we, the class of 1 933, entered Franklin High School, fres h from a long summer vacation and from the glories of lording it over the seventh graders at Junior High School. Little did we know that all this pomposity was to vanish in a few short davs. In fact, a few days of wandering around, as if we were in a daze, and of the none too helpful upper-classmen made us wonder if we had ever had this feeling of worldliness, or if it were all a dream. The first remarkable event in our lives as students of Franklin High School was the Freshman Acquaintance Party. We turned out 146 strong, for we heard that refreshments were free, for us. Aside from participating in games, having our arms pumped vigorously, and being fore¬ most at the refreshment stand, our class did not seem to be of great importance, socially. The class decided, as a whole, that the art of dancing must be acquired. The annual Hallowe’en Party was really the first event at which we had an opportunity to try our new found art — but alas — we were not as successful as we had hoped to be! Our dancing seemed to consist of bumps, stops, and jerks. We have learned since that Practice makes Perfect.” As the time drew near for mid-year examinations it was noticed that the Freshmen were carting tons of books homeward every night! Even the upper-classmen seemed to wear a har- rassed look! When the results of the exams were made known, we felt well recompensed for the numbers of hours spent in studying. The brightest spot in our lives as Freshmen was the one when a member of our class won first prize for the annual Alden Club Essay. We were all very proud of our classmate, Whitney Pedersen. This event raised our feeling of inferiority and made us regard the upper-classmen with a slightly different attitude. We were also very arrogant concerning the fact that a few of our classmates were in the Operetta, and especially so, because a Freshman had the leading role. By now our first year at Franklin High School was rapidly drawing to a close. We had taken part in plays at school, and members of our class had been prominent on the various athletic teams. We were eagerly looking forward to our next year. In September, 1930, we were removed from our lofty position on the third floor to make room for the raw material from Junior High School. We now considered ourselves full- fledged High School students, since we were on the second floor. This year an increasing number of our classmates participated in dramatics — even if in minor parts — and in athletics, even if it consisted of warming the benches.” A number of the class of 193 3 contested in the Singleton Prize Speaking Contest, and although we didn ' t win first prize, we came through with flying colors. As Junior Prom time drew near, we were all wondering what “plums” in the form of partners would come our way, although we all knew that the Sophomores were asked only to fill in.” Our class went in full array to the Junior Prom that year. We assured ourselves that the following year we would outdo the snobbish upper-classmen. The vocal talent of the Sophomore class was again prominent in the Operetta of 1931. Many of the leading parts were filled by members of our class. When we returned to school in the autumn of our third year, we found that the original 146 of our class had diminished to 100. T wenty-two