Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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PAGE EIGHTEEN TH E SASSAM ON She is n wizard and has invented this new shorthand system, which has far sur- passed any other method. Why, I think even I could do it, explained Shirley. Vous allez eerire aujourd hui, I heard, as I entered another room. There was Patty Buckley, with her tongue wagging away at French. lShe probably has Miss Dyer to thank for thatl. As the college was so popular, it was nec- essary to have an evening class and Helen Bates had full charge of it. ll wager that class was a lively one.l In a little building off from the main one, could be heard, now and then, a squeal. Goodness, what have you, a piggery here? 0 no, that is our newest department. So over we went. It was a normal clam, under the direction of Madeline Hayes and Mary McNeil, who were teaching the girls to become kindergarten teachers. The girls were on the floor, learning games for amusement. We sure do envy their fu- ture charges. After leaving the college, Alma drove to a garage for some gas. Beneath a large Dodge car, I could see two feet sticking out. Alma honked the horn and out popped a face, smeared with grease. It's a wonder you couldn't come around when one wasn't busy, exclaimed a voice, as she wriggled out from under the car. Well, if it isn't Dot, the person ex- claimed. I was at sea, I could not make out who the grease-smeared person was. I cudgeled my brain to remember, at last I had it- Lorena Lockhart, well of all things. Despite the grease we had to shake on it. After a short confab, we once more started on our trip about the out- skirts of the town. Up, up, up we went till we came to the top of a high hill and before us appeared a large mansion. Whose is that? I in- quired. That belongs to a multimillionairef' ex- plained Alma. Florence Fisk. Florence? Why-how did she get that way? Oh, she became a star actress and made her millions in the play. Taming of the Shrew. She is at present working at a studio in Mexico. Well, well, I'm so glad I'm a friend of Florence, maybe she'll remember me when she has too much money. About a mile farther along we came to what appeared to be a farm. For a long distance we could see nothing but bright yellow hen houses. Soon we came to a small yellow house, with a large wooden hen out on the lawn, with the inscription: Kackelberrys For Sale. Marjorie Ham- mond, Proprietor. Marjorie told me that Harriet Kingman, her cousin, was her part- ner and had been very successful in con- triving dainty containers for shipping their products. So Marjorie and Harriet were still together, isn't that fine. Now you must go out a little further into the country and visit our animal hos- pital, said Marjorie. I needed no urging. When we arrived. we asked for the super- intendent and out came Teresa Bianchi. I found out later, but not from Teresa, as she is a little modest, that the hospital was especially founded for stray cats and dogs. It had already been estimated by statisticians that nine hundred ninety nine lives had been saved, but of course it would be necessary to divide that figure by nine, as most of the patients were cats. It was getting late so we returned to the boarding house. After supper I picked up a newspaper which I discovered was the community paper, The Ladytalk Breeze edited by Josephine Hall. Remember how Josephine used to be running around with pad and pencil at the basket ball games? Well, she had followed this for her vocation and now was publishing a very interesting paper. As I looked over the pages, a famiilar face appeared before me and the heading read: The Second Dorothy Dix, by Gladys Bald- win. I can just imagine the great com- petition it was causing. The following page was given over to cartoons. They were really quite clever and funny, so much so, that I laughed aloud. Why what is it? asked Pearl. These cartoons drawn by Mary Mc- Grath. Aren't they clever? Yes and one of the largest New York

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THE SASSAMON PAGE SEVENTEEN walked Sara Gibbons, my night nurse, with my supper. I never dreaded the coming of night, because Sara always came to my room and we would talk for hours about the good old days we spent at Natick High and incidentally would hear about her many love affairs. If I became the least bit excited, as I often did when we talked about the marvelous Thanksgiving football games, Sarah would rush and stick the thermometer into my mouth and take my temperature. Ol I've got the grandest news for you! exclaimed Doris, one day. The doctor says you can leave the hospital tomorrow. I could hardly sleep that night, thinking how, on the following day, I should again see all my class mates. The next morning I was awake bright and early and, just as I was about to leave, up rushed Ruth Sunderland. Ol you must come and see all my lit- tle kiddies before you go. They're too cute for anything this morning. So I made a quick visit to the children's ward. When I went out ,there stood a Pierce Arrow waiting. Well, if it isn't Alma Hopf! And when did you rise to position of chauffeur? O, I'm not a chauffeur, I'm the owner of the Galsburgh bus line, also have a few cars for hiring. Josephine Keeting is my right-hand lady, so you see, Josephine and I will soon be classed with-Rockefeller. Alma drove me, and I can't say, very slowly, to the boarding house, where a room had been engaged for me. As we drove up, out rushed Pearl Shepard, al- though I found out later that her name was Shepard no longer. Welcome to Restmoref' cried Pearl. It seemed so strange to see Pearl owner of a boarding house, but you never can tell, as Bernard Shaw says. My first day at Restmore, Pearl told me what the girls were doing. As she spoke of the different ones, I noticed two girls she did not mention. And where is Agnes Flynn? O, Agnes went and married one of those aviators and now spends all her time flying around. You know, Agnes always liked to be up and coming. 1 Now tell me, where is Norma Fleming?' What, haven't you heard about Nor- ma? asked Pearl. Why, she is in Holly- wood, studying under the personal direc- tion of--oh, what is her name? Any way, the leading screen vamp. I also hear that she is about to buy out one of the largest studios there. Well, who ever would have thought Norma an actress! I exclaimed. The next morning Alma came around with her car and offered to take me for a ride, so, of course. I went. O, just look at that wonderful building. What is it? That is Athena College. founded by Shirley Mullikenf' Then I want to go right in and see it. I rang the bell and as I stepped into the beautiful corridor, I thought what a won- derful setting for our stately, statuesque Shirley. Farther down the corridor was a closed door, with the words, President-- Private, in large, black lettters on the glass. As I was about to knock, the door opened and before me stood Corinne Rob- inson. What, you here, too? Why-er-yes, you see, I am a teacher here. The Gym. teacher. Did you want to see Miss Mulliken? I could see she knew me not, so I introduced myself. Well, Dot, I didn't know you. Come right in and see us all. She showed me about the building. then took me to the auditorium where the girls were in assembly. I looked in at the door and there, on the platform, sat Shirley, as sedate as ever. A lady was addressing them on the subject of :'Community Spir- it. Can you guess who it was? I could hardly believe my eyes. Well, there stood Annie Kaplan, alternately beating her fists on the table and waving her hands through the air, but she made a hit, on something besides the desk, I can tell you that. The girls were dismissed and went to their classes. Shirley then came up and spoke to me, also took me into some of the classes. The first was a shorthand class, but it wasn't the Gregg, nor Chandler, nor Pitman system, but an altogether different kind. and can you imagine it, Gertrude Houlihan was the teacher.

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THE SASSAMON PAGE NINETEEN papers has accepted her cartoons. She is now on the road to her millions. 0 come quick and listen in on the radio, shouted Pearl's husband excitedly. Station I-C-U. Next on the program will be a talk on Health and Diet by Miss Goldie Halperin. Then came the familiar voice of Goldie. She talked for about ten minutes when suddenly, everything went blank. We waited- Station I-C-U. We are sorry, but Miss Halperin will be unable to finish her talk as she has laryngitis and has suddenly lost her voice -but I remember once when that happened back in High School. Seeing Goldie has signed off, I returned to my paper to read the town locals. Mildred Fish will sail Saturday on the Leviathan for France, where she will finish business transactions for the great concern of Woolworth Company, New York. So Mildred had obtained a high position with Woolworth's. fWonder which floor she works on.J Farther down the column 1 read: Josephine Lee, the great actress of French productions is now playing the lead- ing role in La Veuve Gaie, The Merry Widow. If she plays in New York, I surely shall have to go and see her. The next night I attended a concert given by The New England Players. ' After getting settled in my seat, I looked about me and saw many familiar faces. The hall was beautifully decorated, even on the ceiling, with wonderful paintings. Joseph- ine Keating evidently saw me gazing at the masterpieces, so leaned over and told me that Dorothy Boyle was the artist. Not really! Well, Dot always was clever with the paint brush. Yes, replied Josephine, and she is now engaged at painting the portrait of the President's daughter. We could say no more, for someone was playing a violin. There on he stage stood Margaret Plouffe playing away. It was marvelous the way she handled the instru- ment, but Margaret always was a star on the violin. Next was a soprano solo by A1-line Gallant. O what a sweet voice, but we were not surprised at all. I was told later that she had studied in her home town, then finishing a season with the great- est opera company in the world, then out stepped Edith Buckler, the great reader, who read the play, So This Is London, which was done exquisitely. Between the acts of the play, solos were rendered by Arline and Margaret. The pianist I did not seem to know, so had to inquire. She is an out of town lady, explained Josephine. Sylvia Brown used to play for them but at one of the concerts, a great musician was present and discovered her wonderful talent, so she is now studying in Europe. The hours slipped away and the concert was declared one of the season's successes. The next morning I decided to go to 'town and visit the stores so I went to the telephone to call Alma for a car. Of course I expected quick service, but instead I waited. I waited so long that I was about to report the operator when a sweet voice spoke. Number, please? I was stunned. Why where had I heard that voice before--and then it came to me in a flash. Hello, Dot, I exclaimed. The op- erator became indignant and asked in n sever tone, Number, please? 'Why Dorothy Deschamps, don't you know my voice? I then told her who it was and we had a friendly little talk, ex- changing the town gossip. I then put my call through and Alma was to come for me at ten o'clock. At the time appointed, I heard Almaa's car so went out. Away we went, but had not gone far when we heard a whistle. Alma stopped and up stepped a polieewoman, none other than Gertrude Brown. Here, what are you thinking of driving at this rate of speed? O, it's you Alma, is it? Well, you know, you shouldn't drive so fast, so just be careful hereafter. Aren't you going to speak to me, Gert- rude? Why I just can't place you, she said, so I had to tell her who it was. O yes! I remember you now, Well, seeing it's you with Alma, why, of course, I won't report this, but remember Alma. As we entered the town, we came to a large building which was the Galsburgh I.ihrary. O that reminds me, I want to