Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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10 T II E SASSAMON CLASS SONG II I )car old Natick I ligh, It grieves us to say good-bye I o thee, ever faitlilul friend, With thy ready aid to lend; Cares, joys, we bring to thee As to Him who patiently I li ars and helps untiringly, Nor e ' er can be repaid. Then shall our voices resound with thy praise, And parting breathe a sigh, For the lessons learned and the days that We spent, In dear old Natick High. Others shall fill our place Oh, teach them in thy patient way How to bravely face each day; Teach them that which they should know Each the proper way to go, That all honors the may owe, To dear old Natick High. I hen shall our voices resound with thy praise, And parting breathe a sigh. For the lessons learned and the days that we spent, In dear old Natick High. Words and music by Francis M. Dorau CLASS PROPHECY ft was only a decade ago that this world opened the Gates of Oppor- tunity to the members of the famed and illustrious Class of 1941. Only ten years ago? It does seem longer than that, doesn ' t it? What has happened during these past years? What progress have our former classmates made? Have they met with success or failure? Where are they now, and what are they doing? We can find the answer to each of these questions right now, because we are in Utopia, the perfect city, which was founded and developed by the Class of 1941. Shall we explore the interior? Upon enterting we were amazed by the enthusiasm and industry of the citizens. We shouldered our way through a multitude which was attentively listening to Thomas Smith describe the merits of his new hair tonic, while John Olson was vigorously demonstrating the correct method of application. Unperturbed, we continued down the main street and checked in at the Bayer and Berry Hotel, managed by Joe Genova. A delightful lunch was served by Anita Pineau and Henriette Sununu who acquired their positions by competitive Civil Service Fxams. We were entertained by Arnaldo Martinelli, a singing waiter. The special attraction of the evening was the floor show conducted by lorn Casey ' s Syncopated Swingsters, featuring Millie Murphy and Charlie

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THE SASSAMON 9 I, Alice Kaprielian, leave my ability to play the violin to Lydia Hamilton. I, Irene Chase, leave my quiet attitude and ability to get along with everyone to Geraldine Brown. In witness whereof we have hereunto set our hands and seals this twelfth day of June, in the year ot our Lord one thousand nine hundred and forty-one, the last will and testament of this Class of 1941 in the presence of ihose witnesses who have hereunto signed their names as attesting to this document. VIRGINIA SIMONETTA Witnessed by: Edith M. Nutt Emily L. Shannon CLASS POEM DEDICATION Our sails are full, and our course is all set Eor the voyage of life that lies ahead. Although we are leaving our home port now, We shall ever have stowed, fast in our bow, All the memories, lessons, and pleasures That we shall hoard as our high school treasures. Our debt to you we can never repay We can only lift up our hearts to pray That we can bring to her respected name All the honor that accompanies fame. We ' ll sail right on to our beckoning fate, And, at this, our launching, we ' ll dedicate Our lives and endeavors unto our plan Of steering our course as straight as we can. — Gerard Mai tin CLASS SONGS I Now that we are parting, And we have to go, With our fondest mem ' ries, That we ' ll treasure so, Though this parting grieves us, Our new goal must be won, Marching on together, Class of ' 41, The Class of ' 41. Tune: Just a Song at Twilight Words by Joseph Scaffidi

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THES ASSAM ON H Mathews. The floor show continued with the appearance of the Utopian beau- ties, Elsie Hussey, Muriel Griffin, Cynthia Neale, and Margaret Powers who provided amusement for the too, too modern audience. Ascending to our rooms we were amazed to find Elizabeth Forte as an elevator girl. Assisting her in her duties were Rosalie Smith and Doris Neale. We were compelled to take rooms on the second floor, because Robert Dagg had won three million dollars on a Sweepstake ticket, along with Joe Scaffidi, and they had rented sixteen floors, leaving only three floors for paying guests. Walking along the corridor we heard someone paging the present heavy-weight boxing champion, Leonard Sims. Turning around we were abashed to see in a bell-boy ' s uniform, David Ahearn, wearing a fascinating red uniform donated by those prominent wrestlers, Doris Champney and Alberta Bouret. As we were leaving the hotel, we asked the doorman to call a cab, and when he turned around we were confronted by John Mahoney. Starting to enter the cab a commotion caught our attention causing us to turn around in time to see two former class-mates, Bob Cole and George Barnicle, arguing heatedly with Ned Feeley, the official bouncer, who had removed them bodily from the premises. Coming sedately down the street was Lawson Tupper in his street- cleaner ' s outfit, pushing a refuse container made by the Branagan Metal Company. At length we were seated in the taxi, and, expecting to arrive at our destination on time, we were disappointed in being an hour late due to the efficiency of Speed-Demon George Lamprey. On our way we stopped at a Greenoco gasoline station managed by Eddie Green. In leaving the station, we were held up by a strange figure crossing the street on a tricycle: Ralph Raphael. Dragging from the rear was a pennant with the words, Compliments of the Francis Doran Tricycle Company. Wending our way through the heavy traffic, our attention was aroused by the announcement over the radio that Julia Christie, the greatest Utopian opera singer, was going to give a benefit performance for the Grassey Rest Home for Weary Souls. After her worth-while program, the station identification told us that it was time for us to be entertained by the Women ' s Club of the Air, directed by Mary Cardellichio, while those supporting her were Rose Sammar- tano, Helen Spiro, Elaine Weilant, and Emily Kadlik. After driving for a half hour we stopped at a news stand and purchased a paper called, The Daily Blah owned by Francis Jackson, and edited by Marjorie Sutherland On the first page we opened was the comic strip in which Burton Bernhardt was the cartoonist. Some of the drawings resembled many of those that he drew in classes back in ' 41. Turning to the Society Page we were surprised to find Catherine Mullen ' s name among the famous columnists. The dramatic page was devoted mostly to Mary Harding and Edith Casavant, two of the most prominent Dra- matic Critics of the day, while the sporting section was capably handled by John Grady, one of the greatest sports editors in Utopia. The write-up on the best seller of the year which was entitled How to Keep Your Man After You Get Him, was written by Claire Czarnetski. Meanwhile we noticed a theatre billing reading, Pellulo and Kadlik. Their act had been running steadily for two years and people were still throng- ing to the theater to see them. It was soon suggested that we stop at the Fraser Frappe Factory, which was running a competitive business with the Howard-Johnson Sugar Bowl. We were certainly glad to have decided upon that idea because upon entering