Mansfield High School - Hornet / Green Years Yearbook (Mansfield, MA)

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MEMOIRS 21 rigorous search of the passengersie baggage for concealed moonshine. She was assisted in directing the thorough in- vestigation by her reliable lieutenant, Edna Davis. Cather- ine stopped by my seat a few moments to tell me- that she and Edna had been nicknamed the Dread Hooch-Hounds because they had made so many successful raids. The train' pulled into Mansfield with no further incidents. Everything about the station seemed naturalg so without looking around there very much, I started down Rumford Avenue. As I was trying to decide which place of interest I should visit first, from a window in the real estate block formerly owned by Mrs. L. E. Miller-Hake, a small hand waved joyously to me. Alice Donoghue was the owner of that hand, as she called to me to come in and see some of her excellent bargains in farms. It would have been pleasant to visit with Alice, but mem- ories were 'drawing me back to the High School, and I hur- ried on. Up to Room 7 I went, and there found Catherine Driscoll in charge of a class in shorthand. Familiar, indeed, were her words in answer to a student's question- Look it up in the dictionary. It was no mystery to me where she had received that advice.. From her windows, I noticed in the distance a tall silo which had not been there in the old days. Catherine told me that it was located on the property of the largest dairy in Eastern Massachusetts, and that it waslowned and oper- ated by George Forbes. After pleasantly reviving old times with Mr. Hadlock, whom I was happy to find still in charge, I became aware of a feeling of hunger, and walked up to the Tavern for lunch. The dapper little man who opened the door for me proved to be Ronald Forrester. He confided to me, in any aside, that it was his private ambition to be promoted to a position as steward so that he would be given the keys to the cellar. On the way, I had noticed an ofiice window with the sign Richard M. Fowler, Attorney-at-Law , so after eating my lunch I went to his office to see what he could tell me about our former classmates. During our pleasant conversation he told me that handsome Francis Fox was posing as a model for advertisements of Arrow collars. He also said that Francis had been responsible for the shooting of many arrows of a far different nature! I learned that Wesley Grover had become a professor of geology at a co-educational school in the West. Dick said that all the girls in the school just loved geology! Wilbur Johnson, I discovered, was well on the road to fame as a player in professional basketball. 0 Turning toward the window I caught a glimpse of a taxi racing up the street. Dick told me that it belonged to A1- 1

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, 7 Y j 20 MEMOIRS CLASS BROPHECY--1922 i One night, before I fell asleep the question came to my mind: What will the boys and girls of the class of 1922 be doing a few years from now? The idea fascinated me. Many possibilities--some humorous, some grave, and others of fantastic character--in turn presented themselves to my -drowsy mind. Finally, after many unsuccessful attempts to dispel these thoughts, I slept. I slept to dream! It was the year 1928. I decided to take a vacation from my duties in Boston, and to pay a visit to the town where my high school days were spent. Hurriedlyi I packed my bag and walked to the South Station, where I purchased a ticket for Mansfield, and boarlded the train, finding a comfortable seat near an open win ow. Drawing from my bag a magazine, which I had just pur- 1-chaed, I settled down to read. My comfort was short- lived, however, for I was soon disturbed by the voice of a ,young man in a white coat, calling loudly, f'Nice fresh chick- Jen sandwiches! Candy! Popcorn! Fresh GRAHAM cook- ies! -It was Carl Anderson. Once more I settled myself only to be disturbed again in a few minutes by a band at the Back Bay Station, where the train made its first stop. The music was evidently in ho-nor of the gentleman of importance who stepped aboard the train. The leader of the band was John Aspray. Instinc- tively I looked at his feet. With relief I noted that his shoe- 'strings had been securely tied. The porter whistling a merry tune, brought the gentle- .man's, bags into our car. As he approached, his round cheerful face and laughing eyes recalled one of my class- mates. Fred Bowers had become a porter! Evidently his 'long and faithful experience in carrying bags to and from Mansfield High School proved an effective preparation for 'this work. Following the porter came the gentleman of importance who had joined us at Back Bay. Raising his hat, he spoke cordially to me, and upon my invitation seated himself be- side me to converse. He was none other than Edward Bliss, who had become a successful orchestra leader and musician. He was on his way to Mansfield to conduct rehearsals in the High School, where he had succeeded Mr. Saunier. Bliss bowed to a dark young man across the aisle, and, turning to me, asked if I had not recognized our old star, Chicky Cavallo, who had become a player of merit in proffessional baseball. At Canton Junction several women of military bearing, in uniform, and led by Catherine Qurrivan, entered the car. Catherine showed her badge of authority, and began a

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T22 MEMOIRS K ' bert Lehan who was running a large taxi business. I re- imembered thathe hadstarted 'thisservice during- his high school days. . . V 5. A I thanked the Honorable Richard for the interesting .half- hour he had given me,,and walked downto the office of- the .Mcmsfield Gazette, Where I found Helen Ledwick. installed as editor. Helen told me about two more of thefold crowd, Edith Livermore and Olive Lockwood, Edith had become treasurer of the Harding Manufacturing Company. , Helen said that on a recent trip to New York she had seen on a plate glass window on Fifth Avenue the words, Olivia Lockwood Modistef' Becoming curious, she Went in and found Olive occupied with the task of designing some new creations. g Glancing over a copy of the Gazette which Helen handed 'to me, I found in it Joseph MacDiarmid's notice, advertis- ing Day old chicks for sale. He had bought the Mans- field Hatchery, and was making an immense profit on his purchase. At last I could see where Joe's propensity for hatching ideas had led him. Helen asked me if I knew about any of the girls who had moved away from Mansfield. I told her that Marian Mar- den was pursuing bugs at the Medfield State Hospital, and that if Marian still possessed the characteristics which were hers in the character of Lecty Tarbox, no doubt she 'was pursuing more than mere bugs. Helen Malloy had become intensely interested in futurist art. Her role in Springtime probably influenced her in -choosing this occupation. I was also able to tell Helen of the great success won by Rita McCart while traveling over the world giving musical -concerts. She had made a deep impression upon her audi- ences in many places. Doubtless this impression was due 'in part to the very Russian name she had adopted-Skirita 'McCartski. During our conversation I had turned the paper to the page of table gossip, and there read that the Reverend Rob- -ert M. Mears had just returned from a three days' conven- tion of Congregational clergymen at East Norton. An advertisement next held my attention: Let the Mil- 'lers tap your shoes! So Izzy had gone into business with his father. An announcement stated that Aurora Moro, who had won much fame as a soloist in the Metropolitan Opera Company, was returning to Mansfield to give a concert for the benefit of the High School Athletic Association. I wonderedfwhat had become of the three Morses. Helen told me that Raymond now occupied the position of chief Dyer at thei Marion Hat Works, that Gardnerwas oper- ating -an extensive farm, and that Roy had become a fear-