Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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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.

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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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THE SASSAMON PAGE TWENTY-ON E What is this business that is so press- ing?n Why, I am manager of the Matrimonial Bureau and applications are coming in so fast, we haven't enough on the waiting list to fill the wants. I had not been back to the boarding house more than fifteen minutes when up the driveway came Stella Meagher. I thought, of course, she was coming to call on me, but no, she was a saleslady for a large shoe concern. You know, Stella always used to say she never had any shoes, so now she make people buy seven or was trying to eight pairs, as she used to do herself. While Stella was there, along came Rob- erta Parker, doing what she always used to do-trying to make people pay what they owed. She was town tax collector. I hope she has better luck getting taxes, than she did when she was collecting personal write- ups. back at school. Stella and Bobbie had been gone about half an hour, when the door-bell rang again. It was a book agent and, much to my sur- prise, was Lillian Rosenthal. No one could help but buy a book, after being told about it, especially in Lillian's breezy way. There was a town meeting that night, but I was too tired to go, as I had been quite busy, as you know, during the day, and on the morrow I was invited to. visit the circus grounds, and time was growing short, as I was to start on again for Cali- forriia. I did hate to miss the town meet- ing, as I was told Amelia Aitken was town clerk. I presume she is now so used to town meetings, that one could put a wrong nomination before her, and she would re- main calm. It was with great excitement that I start- ed out nert morning for the circus grounds. Why! I hadn't been to the circus since the good old days at Natick. It was adver- tised as a refined circus for refined people, under the personal direction of Katherine Daniels and Dorothy Davies. Their high ideal was to elevate the circus as others had elevated the stage in days gone by. After the show, I just had time to make my train for California, for I was continu- ing my journey that nightg and as I finally stood on the back platform of the observa- tion car, watching, with tears in my eyes. the group of girls, waving their handker- chiefs, and as the train rushed faster and faster toward the Golden Gate, my heart sang, not a mournful farewell, but a gay au rcvoir, for I knew that we should meet again. DOROTHIE PRATT ORATION THE CIVIC DUTY OF A HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE Assuming at the outset that in the Unit- ed States all men, young and old, who think at all, realize the importance of citizenship. the first step is, therefore, to define it ac- curately and in so doing we may then enu- merate and briefiy elucidate the various du- ties of a high school graduate. We have, during our four years of high school training, secured a foundation which will enable us to become real, worth-while citizens, the type of citizens which is need- ed in this great democracy of ours, for on the moral character of its citizens depends the future welfare of our country. We must all be good citizens. Merely to live without actually breaking the laws does not constitute good citizenship, ex- contrast to violate the cept in the narrow sense of those who openly or covertly laws which they have helped to make. The citizenship, word good, as applied to means something more positive and affirm- ative than mere passive obedience to sta- tutes, if it has any meaning at all. The good citizen, if he would deserve the title, must be one who performs his duties to the state and who, in due propor- tion, serves his country. A man may not be a bad citiezn--he may pay his taxes and commit no statutory offenses, but if he gives neither service to his country, nor any help to the community in which he lives, he cannot properly be called a good citizen. Assuming, then, that good citizenship necessarily implies service of some sort to the state, the country, or the public, what must be the civic duty demanded from the high school graduate? The high school