Ludlow High School - Lion Yearbook (Ludlow, MA)

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page twenty-six Wine IRIEWINEW . . 5 i @kats: ura Crowell, pianist; Alfred Silva Fidalgo, vocalist with Barbara Reed’s orchestra; Don- ald Boucher, cowboy star; Ann Casagrande, stylist, and her brother Reno, who owns a chain of garages. Just as the chairman is about to speak, the sound of marching feet is heard, and in walk three gobs—Ross Swpernaw, Roy Senecal, and Armand Goodreau. Well! This is a surprise! Here are Norma Frennier, private secretary; Loretta Fon- taine, noted hairdresser; James Cormack, president of the Ludlow Bank; Dorothy and Leona Lavigne, dancing partners in a Hollywood review, Oh! And did you know that Francis Warren and Ruth MacGregor are their accompanists? Also in that group is Viola Witowskzi, accordion impressario; Robert Wood, M.C. of a radio program; Ruth Wilson, a member of the surgical staff of the Ludlow Hospital; Anna Silva, waitress; Marie Silva, hair dress- er; Walter Lieciwitz, aeronautics instructor, and Norman Lyon, engineer, who now raises his voice for silence again, and this time the chairman speaks, “I guess you all know now why you received a mysterious message telling you to come to this forlorn village. Yes, fellow classmates, it’s a reunion of the graduates of the class of 1943.” As she finishes, another group walks in. Leading them are Theodore Masley, comedian, and Adua Manoni, sales manager at the ‘Elemenesco”. They are f ollowed by Jeanette Coache, a dancing teacher; Gloria Coderre, pianist in an orchestra; Irene Bernardo, noted authority on children; Josephine Majowicz, Colonel in the WAACS;Ezuara Nunes, air hostess; Anne Pereira, Mr. Joslow’s private secretary. With her is her sister, Persis, who also is a secretary in the same office. Yes, everyone is here and having a wonderful time dancing, eating, and talking over old times. The only interuption to their gaiety is the occasional shrieks and hideous sounds that echo through the building. The committee responsible for this or:ginal reunion and creators of those horrible noises consists of Hdward Schmidt, owner of the First National Chain Stores; dalina Santos, Gen- eral Manager of Sickles; Gloria Supernant, superintendent of nurses at the Ludlow Hos- pital; Phyllis Waldron, who has snared a multi-millionaire; Mitchell Irla, owner of a large silver fox farm; Jane Przybycien, directory of the Ludlow “Rec”, and that glamour boy of glamour boys, Tony Leite. Also helping them are Fernado Almeida, cartoonist; Marie Silva, hairdresser; Donald Boucher, lieutenant in the naval air corps; Helen Bulecza, private secre- tary; Henry Ciocci, Ace of the Second World War, and Mario Varzeas, also an Ace; Cathe- rine Lewicki, air hostess on the Clipper, and many of our old teachers, This prophecy was foretold by the magic globe in the old Ludlow High School (it was in good condition then) by the following esteemed persons: Pete the Tramp Louie the Gloom Joe the Dope SO BE IT! Su Memoriam RAYMOND WARREN, Junior A MEMBER OF THE CLASS OF 1943

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LUDLOW HIGH SCHOOL page twenty-five CLASS PROPHECY It is a cold wintry evening and a storm such as has never been seen before is rampag: ing across the northern part of the country. Tne wind is howling, and as we approach a deserted village, we can see once beautiful nomes, now weather beaten and ramshackled, covered in blankets of white. Quiet prevails and except tor the white snow, all is in black- ness—no! Wait! Is that a l-ght in the discan.e: lLe.’s approach it and see what this can mean, As we near the section from which tne lignt 1s coming, we see a broken down building, a building that might once have been an administration build.ng or maybe, a school. We are close to it now and the light coming fiom a window on the lower floor casts hideous shadows dancing through the tres next to the build.ng, What was that? {s this place haunted? Quiet! Silence reigns; shen in a minute we breathe freely. It is only the wind pushing a snowy hand in our faces. We look up we see a name imprinted above the entrance door, but we can’t quite make it out. Just a second. Oh! There it is! ‘Ludlow H gh!” So, it is a school. Stealthily, we push on the door and to our amazement, we find it locked. To our rescue comes Freddy (Valentine) Bielizna, who borrows a hairpin from Helen Dyjak and “picks” the lock. Sh! Sh! Le.’s go up the stairs and into the hall. Gosh! It’s dark. There’s a light down the way. Well, look who’s s tting at the desk in that musty office! It’s Hail Bennett, president of the Ciass of 1948, and next to him is s.tting his !ormer secretary, Jda Alexander. You remember him? He’s now lcader of that famous orchestra that all America is crazy about, Bennett’s Butcher Boys. And Ida, she’s the dancing star in the new show on Broadway, Oh, look! Who is that in the shadows? Thy’re coming out. Why it’s Henry Gaviglio, the pride of America’s greatest baseball team, and with hm is Jean Kras, the laboratory tech- nician of a large New York hospital. Pardon the interruption, but aren’t those footsteps we hear? Who can that be coming down the hall? It sounds like an army. Is it? No, I can see them now, It’s Annie Jaremko, Massachusetts’ favori-e social work r; Leona Boudet, owner of Boudet’s Kandy Kitchen; Betty Gold n, cock at the Ritz, and Marvy Silva, a teacher ini the Springfield Grade School. Beh'nd them are William Ritchie and Robert LaF rancis, captains in the Navy Air Corps; Pat Clyne, Postmaster General ; Hdward Morin, now Ad- mival Morin, and Robert Scott, world-wide n°ws correspondent, noted for his marvelous radio voice. Why are they all here? What does 't mean? Again we hear footsteps, this time acompanied by a loud bellow. It’s George Gregorio, who is now a general in the army, and (incidentally) a censor of army jokes. Behind him we have Sally Davis, Ludlow’s Madame Curie, and Catherine Janes, editor of a New York daily. Once again a blood-curdling shriek emits from the gloomy portals. Then silcence, and after a second we hear “How-do-you-do?” It’s Edwin Chrabaszcz, home from Russia after thoroughly exploring Siberia (he says!), Coming from the same enclosure that Hd just came through, we see that commerc-al ar ist, Theresa Alves, accompanied by Herbert Gowey, her colleague. From the same d-rection, comes Roger (Speed) Raymond, back from winning a cross-country footrace, And to his right is Stanley Kowalski, basketball coach at the Ludlow University. His assistant, Walter Niedwicki, is also nearby. Crash! Don’t be alarmed! It’s only Gaviglio autographing somebody’s baseball bat. Dno Marini just arrived as “Gigs’’ was getting our attention. Dino is that famous football player. Beside him are those “Government Girls’, Clara Tavernier, Dorothy Miner, and Bertha Barszcz. The order for silence is given by Donald Gates, walthy grain dealer, who is seated at a table placed in the hall. Around him sit Adolph ‘Nick’ Alves, famous soccer player; Grace Bell, model for the New Yorker Magazine; Fred Bialka and Steve Ferenz, gentle- men of leisure; Phyllis Butler, s°cretary, and Wanda Bzyzicki, hair stylist. The explanation for this gathering is given by Emily Kaj;anos, chairman, who is stand- ing near the table and surrounded by such notables as Lillian Johnston, now the better- half of an admiral; Steve Jaworski, man-about-toewn; George Goodreau, mathematician; Barb-

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LUDLOW HIGH SCHOOL page twenty-seven THE SAGA OF 748 Looking back over twelve happy years, Our eyes are misty and wet with tears. Our first day of school, how well we remember, We had waited so long for that day in September. So we glided through first grade and second as well, And we learned how to read and to write and to spell. With the sixth grade half our school l'fe was through, We were reaching the top and our goal was in view. In seventh and eighth, which is called Junior High, The girls curled their hair and the boys winked their eyes. Then thrill of all thrills we reached High School at last, And were known far and wide as the Freshman Class. As Sophomores we simply stood by in awe, And stared at the Seniors who “lay down the law!” As Juniors the Prom was our biggest affair, That night was enjoyed by all who were there. At last we were Seniors, oh, joy unconfined! Being “cock of the walk”, we were rather refined, But we laughed and we sang while the months flew by, And now we must leave with a tear and a sigh. But to those who “hate school,” believe us, we know, When you get to be Seniors, you'll be sorry to go! CLASS SONG The time for parting has arrived; We must face the world, Though the future is uncertain And life’s flag unfurled. We will go forward heads up high, Be prepared to fight The many hurdles that confront us And work for the right. The guidance taught us and the knowledge We have gained in school, Will be our guiding star And help us keep the rules. Our childhood mem’ries, high school glories We will ne’er forget, They’ll be a torch to light our way Through darkness or regret. And so we bid farewell to thee, We must take our leave, From dear old Ludlow High School Though it makes us grieve. We are the class of forty-three, Who now we bid all adieu May God bless our Alma Mater And ever see her through. Words: Catherine Janes Music: Earl W. Bennett By Leona Boudet TO THE YEARS AHEAD We’ve been together these past four years, Now each must go his way, To work and fight, and plan and hope For a better world someday, We stand at our best, unbiased and free, The American youth today, To guard our heritage, preserve our faith, From these we’ll never stray. With courage, devotion, ideals, and pride, Our battles we’ll fight to the end. To err is human, and human we are, But our best is the least we can spend, We’ll never forget these past four years, And our class of Forty-Three, They’ll mean so much in future times In our struggle for victory. By Barbara Crowell Ruby Almgren ne —— es SSS ae ee ee