Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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Prediction on Classmates atl 1934 Stick and stones, Will break your bones; But names will never hurt YOU.— I think you’ve not forgotten how the graduating class of ’34, inspired with the hope of being the first to introduce that wonderful art represented by the well-known and well-recognized carica- tures of Mickey Mousse, presented to the school (at the close of that never-to-be-forgotten year) a statue of the aforesaid founder of the newly recognized art. As this statue was made of platinum and had eyes of radium, it was rather an expensive gift, and you may be sure that it was procured on that ancient but yet adequate plan—namely, the installment plan. The agreement was that every two years the members of the class would be solicited in proportion to their salaries in order to meet the coming installment. Fourteen years have passed and the Bureau of Missing Persons, of which I am general manager, has been engaged to discover the whereabouts and doings of the members of the class of 734 in order that they may be solicited for the coming installment. As the problem confronting our agency is such a great task, I have called in the managers of our two largest branch offices, one in San Francisco and one in New York, to help me in my quest. Ah! I hear a noise outside. Why they have just arrived by radiola. Upon my word, the manager of our San Francisco office is none other than Ralph Palumbo; and oh, a glass of water, Henry, the manager of the New York office, is none other than “‘Iggy’’ Firmin. This is going to be an enjoyable quest. Dear me, just a moment, Iggy and Ralph, there’s the telephone. Hello! Yes, this is the world’s leading detective agency. What? Say, Iggy and Ralph, here’s a new customer and an old friend. It’s Ronny Cahill, and guess what? The unforseen has happened. He wants us to put a detective on the trail of his lost wife. Well, Ronny, give us a description of her and we’ll see what wecando. Whatdoyousay? It’s Cecile Trabold. That’s great. Say, managers, write her name down on that solicitation list for the Leominster High School. Her occupation—home-keeper. Pardon, Ronny, but what are you doing now? What! You’re a professor in English at Skiddy- Lee University. Thank you. Well, managers, what can we expect next, although I’m sure Miss Pierce could have vouched for the English capabilities of Cahill. Now to get down to brass tacks. How do you suggest we are to go about this business on hand? Here, while you’re waiting look through these late editions of the Lemon-Squeeze Gazette. What do you say? Our classmates are represented in the Gazette! Who are they? Let’s see. Why, yes, Terry Adams has an “‘ad”’ for expert hairdressing. That’s not surprising. Terry always had a wave for all the ladies. And say! Here’s aspeech of Danny Bell’s printed verbatum. He’sa member of the legislature now. He always showed great qualities of leadership on the grid, and wasn’t he president of our class? And here’s Bicknell’s ‘‘ad’”’ declaring that he bends the best pretzels. That’s great. He’s got a German job to go with the haircut. Well, I guess that’s all the help we’ll get here. Just a minute; here’s a notice saying that Wally Fini is running in the Cross- the-Country-Marathon. Good luck to Wally. He always had a great love for travel. Say, here are the repair men ready to fix the television set. You’ll know them. They’re Stretch Brooks, Buzz Buskey, and Lloyd Strout. What a combination! Brooks does the stretch- ing; Strout, the bending; and Buskey, the buzzing. Well, Brooks, what can you tell us about the class of 7384? Only that Soapy’s Circus has come to town? Soapy who? Oh, Soapy Paul. And you say that he’s collaborated with the successor of Frank Buck and an old friend. That’s easy. It must be Biff Wilson. I remember reading how Biff was tackling all the dinosaurs down in Little America. Have you anything to add, Strout? (A needless question.) What! Robert Strang has taken 28

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Feb. 10, 1933. Mar, 1, 1933. April 13, 1933. April, 5, 1933. Apr. 26, 1933. June ,1933. Sept. 6, 1933. Sept., 1933. Oct., 1933. Nov. 18, 1933. Nov. 30, 1933. Dec. 22, 1933. Jan. 3, 1934. Jan. 19, 1934. Jan.-Mar., 1934. May 11, 1934. June 1, 1934. June 15, 1984. June 20, 1934. June 22, 1934. Under the guidance of our class advisors, we conduct our first prom amid green and white hearts. Was it a success? Don’t ask foolish questions! We come to the end of a very successful basket-ball season, having lost only twice, both times to Fitchburg. We enter the tournament at Whitinsville, but after winning twice, we bow to Northbridge in the finals. Junior letter men on the squad are Ernest Crotch and Lawrence Brooks. Many Juniors co-operate in making “Variety,’’ which is presented at the Junior High, a success. We vote for our class rings. We choose our class motto which is ESSE QUAM VIDERI—(to be rather than to seem—to you!). And by the way—did you see all those Juniors trying to wash paint off the building? Was I regusted! And How! SENIORS Well, here we are back again. This year we’re the “Big-Shots”’ of this joint. We take orders from nobody. (This doesn’t mean the teachers—nozir.) The old pigskin is taking a beating from all the lads. The team has looked pretty good in the first two games. Of course, we won them both. Don’t ask foolish questions. The Blue and White Warriors are still mopping up the field with all op- ponents. Keep up the good work for dear ol’ L. H.S. Yowsah. Oh-oh. Our old friends (?) from the Chair City pinned a 7-7 tie on the “‘Boys in Blue.”’ It’s the first time in two years that the boys haven’t come through with a win. Oh woeis me, alasand alack! The lads from Fitchburg hung a 20-12 defeat on us. “Hack” Wilson and “Ronny” Cahill were co-captains. (Natcherly they were Seniors. ) Now for a much needed vacation. Just between you and me, folks, the Sophs are in a lather for fear that they won’t see Santa Claus. What the heck—is it over so soon? From the disappointed looks on some of the Sophy’ faces I guess that they didn’t see Saint Nick. The Seniors held their prom and was it good? Certainly it was good! Hal Cline’s Orchestra furnished the music for the best crowd ever to attend a prom. The basket-ball team this year is colossal, stupendous, unbelievable,—in fact, it’s postively mediocre. The Senior Class Play, entitled ““Skidding,’’ was presented tonight at the Rialto Theater. Folks, it was great. I think that the cast and Neil Kimball deserve a big round of applause. It won’t be long now, folks; it won’t be long. Well, this is the last day that we will spend inside of the old school as Seniors, and, for the most of us, as students. All the lads and lasses turned out in their new “bibs and tuckers,”’ all ready to be graduated. It was perfect, folks, —who can say more? Well, “‘pipples,” it’s all over; now what? 27

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over the peanut factory on Tremont Street and Ninus Papaz has been elected Governor of the newly-formed state, Paradise! Gertie Sullivan is private secretary to Judge Mahan and she said that his wife, Mrs. Barb MacDonald Mahan, has just returned from a trip abroad. Now that they’ve finished, let’s tune in on the television. By the way, notice that Paul Haire’s trademark is on theset. Ah! we’re just in time to hear and see the successors of Claudette Colbert and Clark Gable—namely, Madlyn Bourbeau and Ornan Cook. Madlyn didn’t forsake those bangs after all, and I guess Cookie decided he’s rather be America’s Heart Balm than a bone specialist. Just look at the coming attractions—Hmmm! At 7:30 tonight those celebrated croon- ers, Lauretta Johnson and Skootch Cocci are slated to croon, ‘““Hold me, Honey won’t you hold me?” And there’s Louise Wittman’s orchestra, featuring Barny Labelle and his cornet. See, he’s accompanying Sylvia Lacombe and Jimmie Lawler as they sing a duet. Say, Ralph, tune in on the five hundred-mile auto classic at Indianapolis. Look at that driving! Why Harwood Burdett and Franklin Cooper have just won this race in their Ford Radiola. Some daring, boys. We’ve had a rather hard day, folks. Suppose we take time off and visit Soapy’s Circus. Well, here we are for an hour or two of relaxation at the circus. There goes the last call for the elevator. Let’s hurry. Just a moment, boy. Why it’s Mendell Colburn and does he look classy in all that gold braid. This circus is certainly colossal. Who’s the flashy barker over there dressed in the checkered-suit, shiny derby, spats, and wearing the red carnation? He’s turned around. Why, it’s David Lubin. Just listen to that ceaseless flow of words! Why he says that Jimmie Enholm and Oscar Crotch are the world’s greatest trapeze artists. Yes, Iggy, I’ve enjoyed the circus just as much as you and Ralph, but now we’d better hurry. We’ve got to attend the court session. It begins in fifteen minutes. Here, taxiplane. Say, take off those goggles. I know you, Eddie Bassett. At last you’ve found a job with a thrill. Let us off at the courthouse. Arise! His Honor enters. Why it’s Pat Walsh. Listen sharply to the clerk, Rena Dinardo, swear in the jury. The foreman is Seymour Tharler, a silk merchant. Now comes Lilian Arm- strong, sob-sister on the News; Virginia Bates, matron of an orphanage; Doris Beaulieu, beauty salon matron; Anna Boyle, house painter; Dot Brown and Marie Caisse, dancers; Frances Church, and Lauretta Cormier, housekeepers; Helen Thompson, poet; and Mary Enright and Florence Townsend, waitresses at the Hotel Swank. The culprits can expect no pity from this jury. First case is that of State versus Janet Casey, humble interior-decorator. She is accused of having truly blond hair. Look at the jealous eyes of those jury-women. Of course, she’s found guilty. The sentence is that her name be recorded as Public Enemy No. 1. Look down there in the audience. Yes, in the first row to the right; that’s our old friend, Sybil Bordreau. She’s head librarian at the very exclusive Pay Club. I wonder why she’s attending the trial. Here’s the answer in the form of the next trial. Sybil was always interested in actresses. Next, why it couldn’t be anybody but Bettie Cook behind that veil. Sure enough. She’s registered as an actress and is on trial for singing in the bath-tub. Look how she beguiles the jury. And she’s acquitted. Why, what’s all the jabbering? Say, it’s Theresa Dargis and she’s accused of back-seat driving. By the way she’s a French teacher. She’s guilty and there’s Public Enemy No. 2. And behold what the last case brings forth. Eleanor Worthen, somebody’s secretary, up for jay-walking. We'd better leave now if that smiling policeman will open the door. Of course he will. It’s Charlie Whitney. Let’s walk back toward the office. Say, didn’t. you see any of the class on your trip from San Francisco? Ah! you are remembering something, Ralph? “Yes. I stopped off at the East Joloppie station to see Rudnicky at his trade of making paper dolls at the David Porter factory. Then I took a stroll down to the big airport and discovered that Eddie Lambert and Elmer Laakso were chief pilots. Upon returning to the town I met Bill Hoffman, speaker of the House, and he said that Russell Johnson is the new representative from Massachusetts, and he has as his secretary, Mae Legault. In New York, later in the day, I visited Jennie Vivo Amore’s Follies and met there the stellar attraction, Kathleen McHugh, who said 29 |