Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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THE SASSAMON PAGE THIRTEEN home tired, but immensely pleased. Later in the year a party was put over, the main attraction being the eats. Danc- ing and games were enjoyed by all present and every girl was escorted home by the slikum kids. The Senior year of the class of 1925 should go down in history. As the snows threatened our peaceful village, the Senior Class gave a banquet to our victorious foot- ball team. Speeches were given amid cheers and flying biscuits. The fraternal spirit shown at this banquet was worthy of both the school and the teachers. The Senior play was a huge success, Tom Kelley being the hero and Dot Klein, the heroine, known as Honor Bright. There were also a few other splendid characters, as Roger Russell, Bob Morley and the Woods boy. We were very proud of the success of this play and for the following week or two the Seniors were seen strut- ting around wit-h expanded chests. Then upon the eve of our graduation everybody became excited and wondered if he would receive that important little doc- ument known as a diploma. Next year, Max Mordis is going to a school of pharmacy, to learn how to mix drinks-soda, of course. Skinny Rich- ardson is going to Norwich, to get up with the birds, salute, and say Yes, Sir! about ninety times a day. So the time is drawing near when we shall all separate, each going a different way. Many years from now may it be a pleasure to look back upon our High School days and say to ourselves, What an easy life that was, now look at me! RICHARD BOWEN BOYS' PROPHECY It was a great surprise for me, a humble colyumnist on the New York Times, to meet my old pal, Bozo Kyte, on Broadway, on the morning of May 25, 1950. Bozo hadn't changed a bit-he was still living up to his name and kyting now in an aero- plane. It was a stroke of luck for me to meet Bozo here at this time, as I had received orders from the boss to take a fiying trip to the old city of Natick, Mass., to inter- view a few of the intemationally prominent men, who claimed that city as their resi- dence-and now, thanks to Bozo's kind of- fer I could literally make a fiying trip in his plane. When we landed at the fiying field in Natick, a few hours later, and I was trying to make myself believe that this used to be the Town Park, in my boyhood days, I was suddenly brought back to earth by an athletic whack on the back-and turn- ing, beheld the genial smile of my old friend, Walter Slamin, who soon told me that he was sole owner and manager of this field. From him I received directions for reaching the City Hall, where I hoped to find the Mayor-The Ilon. Paul Heslin. His Honor was in, luckily for me, and graciously granted me nine minutes of his time lfour minutes more than he had ever granted any reporter before, he told me confidentiallyi. He said that the Mayor business was doing fine and he certainly looked it. His administration had been marked by drastic cuts in city officials' sal- aries, a continual fight against graft in all forms, and a booming of home industries. Seeing by my watch that nine and one- half minutes had elapsed since our inter- view began I hastily arose. Let me con- duct you to Ed Canzano's Music Publishing house, on Main Street. said His Honor, he knows everyone and can give you the latest news. Mr. Canzano was busy in his private of- fice whcn we arrived. The Mayor could not wait, but asked me to meet him at Hall's Hotel, the finest in town-Joe Hall, proprietor-at six o'clock, that evening. and dine with him. I took up the Boston Globe from the table, to help while away my time, and turning first to the sports news, as is my wont, I read Richardson and Swenson save the day for the Wilson Men. Evi- dently Jimmy had at last bought our two local boys for his team and had made home- run kings out of them. As I looked down the page, I saw a pic- ture of the big boy we used to call Shrimp Parsons. He had knocked out his opponent in the second round, so I read,

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PAG E TWELV PI THE SASSAMON Business Manager-Walter Kelly. Assistant Business Managers-Dorothy Damon, Dominic Cadillac. Secretary-Charles Brady Several new positions have been created x ith :i two-fold purpose-to interest mori- pupils in the actual work of the paper, and to keep pace with growth of the school itself. The board members feel that we should increase the life of the joke page as well as keep a more accurate account of the news of the school. Graduation ADDRESS OF WELCOME We, the Class of 1925, are met here to- day for our class day exercises. For four long years we have worked and waited for this moment. Now we are happy that the day is here. In behalf of the Class of 1925 I extend to all a hearty Welcome, with a wish that you may share our enjoyment in the pro- gram of the day. ROBERT MALONEY. President, Class of 1925. HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1925 Little did we Freshmen reali e. when entering the Natick High School that bright September morning, what an illustrious career we were to create. As Freshmen we considered ourselves as high in judgment as Socrates. In honor of the same, Walter Hall was elected as the big brotherly leader. Little was done to- wards class advancement the first year. The main thing we did was to ignore Il's. ln our Sophomore year, your llistoiian ascended the throne as President nl that intellectual group. Our class, having he- eome by this time ambitious, contributed more or less willingly to our treasury. A party was proposed and a date set. That party was one of the most informal occa- sions ever held in our hamlet. There was hlushini: 'I'--m Kelley asking Arlene Gallant for ri danei- Grouped around the refresh- ment counter, urging Miss Sweet to rush on the ice cream, were many enthusiastic participants. She was having the most awful time trying to make forty quarts of ice cream meet the demand of countless would-be starving' Armenians. Everybody had a splendid time and thought the even- ing went much too fast. Last, but not least, of that well-remem- bered year was the class sleigh ride. There were two sleighs containing masses of hud- dled figures with dirty horse blankets draped around their forms. That party surely did make quite a blur on the hori- zon. Yet many a parent was worried be- cause his offspring did not reach home un- til the small hour of three G. M., the late arrival being on account of the scarcity of snow. When our Junior year rolled along, ev- eryone was ready to do his part, to put it over strong. The first meeting was held in October and the President of the Sopho- more year started on his second term with Patty Buckley as capable assistant. The President was removed in the middle of the year and replaced by Bob Maloney. The cause of said removal will not be stated. The triumph of the year was our Junior Prom. Mr. Archibald was running around tearing: his hair, expecting the floor to cave in, on account of the mob on the floor, trip- ping a light fantastic toe. Many outsiders were present, the result being an enlarge- ment of our treasury. Everybody went

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PAG E FOURTEEN THE SASSAMON thus winning for himself the title of World Champion. Well! I wasn't surprised. Even in his High School days we had noted many points of resemblance between Shrimp and .lack Dempsey. My quiet reading was suddenly inter- rupted by the opening of a door and the breezy entrance of Harold Garvey, office manager for Mr. Canzano. Ile didn't look a day older than when I last saw him in 1928 -not a gray hair in his head. He greeted me with a lusty clap on the back, tired a dozen questions at me in as many seconds and wound up with, What do you think of Bob McGee's breaking Paavo Nur- mi's record for the mile? That record was established in 1925 and no one has ever come anywhere near breaking it until Bob came along and made it look like Rocke- feller's income-tax. So saying, Harold waved me a cheery good-bye and hastened back to see that none of his charges were over-working. Left alone again I turned to the news- paper, but found nothing more of inter- est to me except a full-page ad of Harry Davis' elastic chewing gum in all the pop- ular spring shades, match your gum to your gown! What next? thought I, and was just reaching for a copy of Tales of the Salt Water. by F. Conroy, when the door be- hind me opened and turning, I saw a pretty little girl of ten years of age enter. She answered my greeting with a gracious bow and presently we two were chattig along like old friends. I learned that she was the only daughter of Mr. Canzano and had dropped into the office to see Daddy a few minutes before going on to her appoint- ment with Monsieur Driscoll, the hair dresser. From what she said I judged that Driscoll had patented a new wave that made Marcel sell out his business and put a ei-imp in the permanent waves of the Atlantic. She told me that she was taking aesthetic dancing lessons from James McFee and that if she kept on improving, she would be allowed to perform in the big pageant what Mr. Mclfee was going to put on at the lhuishlngloli Iiqifvsltion. in l95l. I asked her if she went to school and she said, 0h! No! I have a private tutor, Mr. Max Mordis. He teaches me reading and history and French 'n' everything. She was just telling me that Carl Holm- gren, the cowboy, was her favorite actor in the movies and that he could do almost as many stunts as her riding master, Mr. Ed- ward Waters, when lo! the door of the pri- vate office opened and my old friend, Ed Fanzano, at last made his appearance. After giving me a vigorous whack be- tween the shoulder blades, he told his daughter to run in and get her allowance from Mr. McGowan, and he led me into his private office. Not Francis McGow- an? I asked. The same, said he. Francis is the watch-dog of my treasury. Couldn't do without him. A wizard at fig- ures, doncher know.f And then I remem- bered how Francis got his first experience selling lunch checks at N. H. S., in his stu- dent days. We continued our conversation about Francis and some of the other grads of the class of '25 and were getting along beau- tifully when Garvey, the office manager, came in to complain that something must be done at once about Bowen and Brans- field. Bransfield was flirting outrageously with the comptometer operator instead of pounding the keys of his Underwood. As for Bowen, he had been standing before the mirror 25 minutes adjusting and read- justing the wavy lock above his left eye, while irate customers waited for him to return and try over on his piano the pop- ular music they were thinking of buying. These artists surely are temperament- al, said Canzano, as he disappeared with Garvey. In lone ofl a few moments he was back, bringing with him three circu- lars, which he handed me. In one of them Ilenry Larson promised Big Dividends to anyone investing in his Fresh Water Fish Co. stock. In the second, Doctor Charles Branagan promised perpetual youth to anyone using his wonderful elixirs, only S10 for the first 2 oz. trial bottle. The third circular was from Joe Byrne, who. in his own words, was 0ut-Bul'bank-