Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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PAGE FOURTEEN THE SASSAMON on a Circle, had made people wonder whether or not Stan was on the square. The reason why Ling Dow comes last, wrote the Mayor, is that we couldn't find out what he was doing. After a month of careful watching, we discovered that Ling was an expert bootlegger. He is the surest and safest of them all in this section. There's talk of his being put up for the Bootlegger's candidate for President. That completes all that I can tell you about our classmates, Mack. I hope you enjoyed reading this letter as much as I enjoyed hunting up the news about each one. Why don't you write once in a while? I'll be expecting an answer soon. So long, Mack. Here the letter ended. For a long time I sat thinking of the varied careers of which l had just read. Then I conceived the idea of writing to each fellow. I would have to wait, however, until I got a new sccertary. My old one will take no more dictation from me-I married her a month ago. LOUIS McDONALD. GIRLS' PROPHECY 'Tis expectation makes a blessing dearg Heaven were not Heaven, if we knew what it were. It was June, my thoughts had flown back to my school days and school mates and I longed to see some of these old friends again. I think the Fates heard and were kind for they literally dropped into my hands an invitation to the reunion of the girls of the class of '22. I at once deter- mined to go for I had been able to keep in touch with only a few of my friends: Margaret Coan, who was a clerk in the South Natick National Bankgwlerry Du- guid, who was teaching Natick's younger generation how to get exercise while play- ing a violin, and Mary Morrill, who was teaching the young idea how to shoot in more ways than one. While teaching in Boston, she had organized a children's rifle club, hence the 'shooting of the young ideas'. Oh, and I mustn't forget Marj. Stone who was married and living in North Natick, and Madeline Hopf, who had be- come famous by riding the falls of the Old South Natick Dam. She had risked her life there five times and was justly pro- claimed one of the greatest women ath- letes. The invitation stated that the reunion was to be held in Boston, so I joumeyed thither. When I arrived, saw the decora- tions in our old class colors, blue and gold, and caught glimpses of familiar faces, the years seemd but days, and when I saw Mr. Betts at the head table, I secretly won- dered if he would end the party at ten minutes of twelve as was his custom at Proms. There were only about thirty present, but even in that thirty there were many notables. I met Helen Watson, the globe- trotter, just home from Hawaiig Mary Moran, manager of a matrimonial agency at Reno, Nevada, and Fanny Featherrnan, who had been Dean of Northwestern Uni- versity but had given it up to Work in comedies out in Hollywood. Louise Car- roll, Elise Gauthier, Laura Hopf, and Min- nie Yeager had set up a radio sending sta- tion with the able assitance of Roy Hay- ward and Weeshy Behrend. They called themselves The Neighborhood Entertain- ment Club, but the neighbors called them The Neighborhood Disturbance Club. Then there was Emily Bismarck who was assistant-manager of the Raymond Stores of Boston, with Mary Dufault, her secre- tary, who was taking notes on everything and everybody, as indeed was Evelyn Nims, editor of the new Natick society paper. I saw, too, Alice Baker, whom I had met once before in the Fenway, for she was conducting a select riding school for youmz' ladies in the Back Bay. Later, I met Ida Hurd, Congressional representative from the state of Kentucky, with her campaign manager, Alice Ward. Marion Bransfield, the head of Mission for Needy Neurotic Neophytes, was there too. She was just back from South Africa, so she had many wonderful tales to tell of her experiences

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THE SASSAMON PAGE THIRTEEN Peanut Waters and he were the greatest pair in the big leagues. For seven years they worked together, and then Tom's wind gave out. Thereafter he joined in partner- ship with Dave Ryan, and now they are running a prosperous shoe store on Main Street. At this point one of my foremen rode up and asked for information. I dismissed him as soon as possible and resumed my reading. George Dean had taken up Literature, and was a popular author. His latest work, The Mystery of the Floating Crowbar, had created much excitement among the critics and the general public. After completing his college career, Wal- ter Pine had been seized with the Wan- derlust. On a journey to South America, Walt had assisted in one of the innumer- able revolutions which are an ever-present feature of that continent. For his ser- vices Walter was made a general in the army of the Republic of Parcheesi. Charlie said the country had been star- tled when Ernest McDonald, who hitherto had been living quietly at home, was ap- pointed U. S. Consul at Minnehaha, South Africa. Mack said that the appointment was a surprise to him, since he hadn't been expecting it so soon. Chet Nichols had become famous in the sport world. After terrific and intensive training, Chet had succeeded in clipping two seconds form Charlie Paddock's time for a new world record. I was wondering if any of the fellows had gone into business when I came across Harry,Blumenthal. He was now one of the largest manufacturers in the country. From his main factory, at Otah, Utah, Har- ry was turning out porcelain dish towels. They had proved so popular that Harry's wealth had increased by leaps and bounds. Bunk Sheehan had become a doctor. On account of his skillfulness, he was consid- ered the greatest surgeon in the country. The thing upon which he operates best, wrote Butch, 'fis his patient's pocketbookf' Tad Sharkey had attempted surveying for a living, but soon realized that he was H cut out for a literary life. His hobby was history, his chief work being History and Records of Wayland, in thirteen volumes. This work placed Tad among the chief his- torians of the age. The name heading the next page was Roy Hayward. He had followed out the desire of his life, and was the full-fledged janitor of the Physics and Chem. Labs. in the High School. Wilfred Carter had started on a brilliant engineering career, but a spell of sickness left him unfit to continue the work. He had taken up his old occupation, and, to use Charlie's own words, was still cutting butter with a keen eye. Johnnie Powers, like Harry Blumenthal, had gone into business. But Johnnie's line was a little different from Harry's, for he was in the fish business. He had agencies all over the country, and his weekly sales were taxing the fisheries to the uttermost. After a long training season, Mickey Leary had obtained the position of history teacher in N. H. S. Here are some of the questions taken from exams he hands out, wrote Charlie. In what season of the yead did Washington spend his winter at Valley Forge? Who were the partici- pants in the Spanish-American War? Which general surrendered after Grant had surrounded Lee at Appomatox Court House? The latest heard about Jack Duguid was that he was giving boxing lessons by cor- respondence. I found it not unnatural that Jimmie Hogan owned a studio in Back Bay, where he conducted a dancing school for young ladies. The success of ths venture was one of the modern wonders of Boston. Larry Gayton had been the Natick city treasurer until one day he accidentally tripped over his own foot. You know, Butch stated, it's a long fall from Larry to the ground. Thereafter he turned in- ventor, trying to perfect springs to fit on the soles of his shoes. I nearly fainted when I read that Stan Currier had become a poet. Charlie re- marked that Stan's latest poem, Thoughts

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THE SASSAMON PAGE FIFTEEN with the natives-only she wouldn't tell them! Still living up to her reputation as the quietest girl, I thought. It was a surprise to us all to ind that a radio concert had been planned as part of the evenings entertainment. It was still more of a surprise to find that we were to hear Irma Godendorf, the violinist, and Mary Adams, a second Paderrewski, loved by the public for her sweet personality. Both were European favorites, but tour- ing the states during the summer months. Mary Long, the famous soprano, had tired of grand opera and, at the time, was com- posing popular jazz music. But the real lion of the evening was Daredevil Dot Derrick, the foremost avi- atrice of the day. During my conversa- tion with her, I happened to mention the fact that I had for some time been plan- ning a trip to New York, so she urged me to go with her in her biplane, The Demon. I accepted immediately and we arranged to start the following day. As I was obliged to leave the gathering some- what early, I met only a few others but it made my heart sing to find that so many still loved the old class enough to come from all the corners of the earth to be present at her reunion. So, after seeing Daredevil Dot again and promising to meet her at the appointed time, I departed. The trip next day was exciting, for me at least, for it was my first experience in a plane, but we arrived safely a1 thi, land- ing place on the roof of the Ritz. Seeing that I had really enjoyed my flight in the plane, Dot suggested that I should accom- pany her on a short western trip to Iowa. Thus we parted, promising to meet three days later. I was to stay at the Ritz, so I hastened down to my room.' You can imagine my surprise when I saw Marion Schneider, almost the first person I had met in New York, and discovered that she held a position as dietitian in the hotel. She told me I might meet other friends while in the city, since Margaret Everett and Edna Fair were conducting a very smart childrcn's shop off Fifth Avenue, and that Blanche Copithorn, who had been our best dressed girl, was proprietress of an extremely fashioniable modiste's estab- lishment with Hilda Robinson as one of her most popular mannikens. Leaving the hotel, I started out to see the sights. It was on lower Broadway, I think, that I saw the small sign-Mary Leahy-Ladies' Beauty Parlor. Of course I entered and met this beautiiier. While I was there, Mary Forster came in, so we held a conference then and there. She told me that she was a French interpreter at the Immigration Station, but was soon to be married at the Little Church Around the Corner, by her sister, Hilda Forster, who was rector there. She had kept up her friendship with Willie Johnson, who, Mary said, had beeen all over the country lecturing, using as her favorite theme- How I Reduced Easily and Quickly or The Daily Dozen. After leaving them, I had heard that Marion Linane and Mildred Flumere were doing welfare work. My second night in New York, I was dining at the roof garden of the Ritz when I looked up and saw Marion Coleman at a neighboring table. As I hastened over to see her, I found she was with Mu- riel Sutherland. It semed that Marion, as- sistant-editor of a large New York paper, was interviewing Miss Sutherland, a fore- most scientist and inventor, who had re- cently perfected the non-luminous electric light. During the evening which we spent together, I learned that Alice Webster had married one of her many admirers, a Na- tick man, and had a charming home in one of New York's suburbs. According to all reports she was running her husband, home, and car in the latest aproved fash- ion. The next day Dot of the Demon came and we started for Des Moines, where we were to visit my old chum, Helen Hough- ton. Helen had married a college profes- sor and had gathered about her a group of enthusiastic young psychologists who were investigating the effect of the aura on the ego. She had also written a book on The Sublimity of Silence, which had been ac- claimed a great success. She knew of two MORSE INSTETUTE Llgnaqy 14 EAST CENTRAL STREET NATICK MA 01760