Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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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

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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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PAGE TWENTY THE SASSAMON get a book. So in I went, found my book and went to the desk. Shades of Shakes- peare.-Eunice Putnam! IIow's the library going? Sure looks natural to see you be- hind a desk. Have you seen Bernice Carr yet? asked Eunice. No, where is she? She's down stairs in the Children's li- brary. So down stairs I went to see Bernice. Sure enough, there she was tell- ing fairy stories to a group of young- sters. I stayed just long enough to say, How-do, then went out to where Alma was waiting. f'lang, clang, came a bell from behind us and suddenly a large, red fire engine whizzed by us, with Agnes Collins at the wheel. Agnes used to he great for whiz- zing through the town and she's still at it. We came to a small store with very at- tractive dresses in the windows. As l was sadly in need of a dress, I went in. From behind a curtain stepped Winifred McGee. Fan I help you? Why, hi, Dot! ex- claimed Winnie. What are you doing here? I inquired. Well, you sec, went on Winnie, Eliz- abeth Roberts founded this dress-making establishment and makes all the dresses, while Rose Shaughnessy takes trips to Par- is to get ideas. You know, Rose always did have very good ideas on glad rags. Then Iiliazbeth had to have someone as business manager and also to attach French names to the dresses, so the only one suited for that kind of work was Marie Hogan, there- fore, she is here, too. Every store needs a clerk, so that's myself, explained Win- nie. After purchasing a dress, something told me it was dinner time, so on coming to an :attractive tea-room, called The Three Dots. I went in. No sooner was I seated when up stepped Dorothy Gray with a bill of fare. Of I know now why this place is called The Three Dots. Where are the other two? Well Dot McGonigle is the supervisor of the kitchen and Dot Klein is cashier over there in the cage, explained this Dot. The food was delicious, many thanks to Dot McGonigle, and when I went to pay for it, I was so glad I was an old friend friend of Dot Klein as she made me pay for the check by telling her about myself. My next stop was at a strange place and I never would have gone there if it hadn't been for the infomation Alma furnished me. It was at the Undertaker's Rooms. The man did not interest me, it was his wife, Theresa Murphy. O! how married life had changed her. Not once while I was talking with her did she roll her eyes, and you know that's qute unusual for her. As usual, Theresa had lou of news and after a half hour's talk, I just had to tear myself away from her. On going out on the Main Street again, my atttention was attracted by a store, painted bright green with the sign, Ma- haney and Greenleaf over the door. I knew instantly that it was probably a rival of other five and ten cent stores, and on entering I saw Anna walking about, evi- dently floor supervisor. Wearing out shoe leather for a change -Hey, what? What does Elizabeth do? I asked. Oh! she looks out for the financial end. Quite smart at figuring, you know. Use Lord's Hair Tonic, loomed before us as we proceeded down the street. Don't suppose that means Evelyn Lord, flashed through my mind. So in I went for in- formation. Sure enough and Evelyn hap- pened to be there. During the bobbed hair era, Evelyn had cut hair for a living. I can remember when she did that, back in the locker room at Natick High. Now that long hair was the fad, she had invent- ed a hair tonic whch had been a great help to all bobbed hair victims of a few years before. Evelyn had even tried it on her- self and now had beautiful long tresses, but how it did change her. As Alma and I were about to leave and return to the boarding house, along came Blanche McGlone. Blanche! What a stranger. Yes, I am rather, but you see, my busi- ness is so rushed, that I hardly find time to eat.