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

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faithful performance as Florence Nightingale during World War II. She is now living happily on her income.” I glanced out of the window and I could just barely make out the figures of Louise Fernandes and Kay Sheehan sitting contentedly in their baby carriages— knitting. As we sped along I noticed a billboard featuring Lillian Lincks before and after eating Rye Crisp. “T wonder why Dot Bellew’s picture is on the three-dollar bill,’ Gracie asked expectantly. “Why, don’t you know? That’s for being such a good citizen,” I replied fondly. Gracie continued. ‘Arlene Troesch is a famous pianist now. She took up piano to form a more even touch on the typewriter and she liked it so well she decided to stick to it. “Some of our colleagues are on the radio. Rena DeClemente has her own radio program—theme song—‘Danny Boy,’ and Barbara Dustin is running the Good WILL Hour—now entitled, WILL You Be Good. “Janet Buck is teaching little ones and Clara Cutillo is a ballet dancer in Harold Collin’s nightclub. She gossips by day and dances by night. “Shirley Thurber is secretary to President John Grundy, and is still keeping the stag line staggering. Johnny defeated Roosevelt for sixth term. It took quité a lot out of him—his hair is completely gray now. “Lillian Gordon has devised a tug and is following the Navy. Some tug! “Do. you remember how quiet Eleanor Pierce, Jennie Fornaciari, and Nathalie Barnes were in school? It has just been revealed that they will be on Broadway in ‘The Three Sisters.’ Will wonders never cease? “Frances Willett is issuing passports on the border line between the United States and Canada. é “Dorothy Wright, Marion Wilhelm, Louis D’Afile and Bill Palanza are owners of the largest bean producing farm in America. Dot is the manager having had professional experience. “Ronald King is quite happy at his job of licking stamps, now that various flavors have been provided him—everything from licorice to lemon.” The hum of the engine was making me drowsy. Soon I found that the only way to get to earth was by climbing down a rope ladder; and as I descended I wondered, “Ts this the ladder that I helped build?” If so, I should be rising not falling; but I was falling, and fast. A crash brought me to my senses. Gracie was shaking me violently. ‘“‘Come on, wake up,” she said, “we've landed and you’re at the Mansfield airport.” Doris E. Whitehead

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the radio off. I rushed downstairs, obtained my leave of absence, made reservations at the airport and then hailed a cab. Lo and behold, there sat John Antosca. “Cabbying is my hobby,” Johnny informed me. “I’m really an auto salesman.” I told Johnny I wanted to go to the airport, and as we whizzed along he talked as only Johnny can. “T went to the unveiling of a statue of Jack Vallett yesterday,’ Johnny in- formed me. ‘You know he bombed Germany in a monoplane during World War II.” Oh ho, I thought to myself, Lone Wolf, huh! Under the statue are Jack’s famous words, “I don’t have to stay here. I can always go into the fourth dimension.” “Hey,” Johnny yelled, as we swung around the corner on two wheels, (a habit he had acquired at M. H. S.) “did you know that Janet Eames is in Hollywood as a stand-in for Martha Ray? And you remember my old flame, Janelle Swett. Well, she is going to Hollywood to play opposite Frank Sinatra in his latest picture, “Too Old For Love’.” Arriving at the airport, I saw my plane about to take off and I realized that I should have known better than to get into a cab with Johnny. Oh well, better late than never. I thanked him and dashed out to the field. ‘The plane looked as if it had come in on “no wings and a prayer.’ I found out later that it had. It was an in- vention of Clem Epstein. As I walked up to the plane a familiar figure stepped forth. You guessed it, Grace Ward. She looked stunning in her stewardess uniform, and as she checked me in she whispered, “I’ll be in to see you. Have I got some news!” I stepped on the plane and bumped right into Eleo Zaffini, the pilot ‘Well, Zaft,” I said, “it looks like you’ve got quite a job on your hands.’ To which I received the reply, ““Well now, I wouldn’t say that.” Deciding it was useless to carry on this conversation, I sat down and picked up a magazine. On the inside cover was a pic- ture of Cora Mae Valentine advertising her gift to other glamour girls, real indelible lipstick. She went through unknown torture trying it out on a Marine. Opposite this was an advertisement featuring “Tuell’s Freckle Cream, Guar- anteed to wipe ’em clean.” Gee, I thought, Seward wouldn’t be Seward without the freckles. Under a Book Revue I noticed the subject of Dr. Russell Williamson’s new book was How To Eat and Grow Thin, starring Charlotte Morse. I didn’t get any further with my reading because Gracie came up to tell me the latest Mansfield News. “Tes Rathbun is teaching Chemistry at M. H. S. and he’s feeding his class all Mr. Ricci’s stale jokes. (If you could call them jokes.) “Billy Nordberg is superintendent with Loraine Anderson as his secretary. (UMM, I thought, now Billy would love that.) And Bob Mason is keeping the schools fires burning. Frank Flammia is coaching athletics and has the painful job of keeping the Yearbook out of the red and in the green. “After Dotty St. John’s experience in the class play, she’s turned into an A 1 piano tuner, and I hear that Al visits her fowr times a week now. “Rose Armfield has joined the rodeo and is riding high. “Barbara Barrows, Phyllis Brown, and Hildegarde Smith are nurses in the Garland Memorial Hospital on Pratt Street. “This was erected to Isabelle for her

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Class Ode Time was when we of forty-four Reposed behind thy stately door, Gleaning knowledge day by day, To help us journey on life’s way. Time was when students ungain were we, Through times and tides of uncertainty, Guided by teachers patient and kind, Till we attained reliance sublime. Time is as we are quickly swirled Into the now, chaotic world; Each a part that he must play To help conclude the present array: Time will, we pray, again appear When peace rules every hemisphere ; Then shall we once more partake Of old-time joys for friendship’s sake. Russell G. Williamson “We build the ladder by which we rise.” HoLLAND