Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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1 1 thy: sassamon the building we were greeted by the hostess. Dot Cristafulli, who led ir. to a table where the head waiter, Tracy Hazen, waited upon us. Our dinner was very enjoyable, being prepared by those two famous chefs, Davie Anniballi and Charlie Bache. In the lounge we caught sight of a large picture of Dick Bates. Below it was a caption, Wanted for Polygamy. It was rumored that Joe Loring, as a member of the F. B. I., had left to rind him and probably to relieve him of a few feminine responsibilities. Continuing our trip through the factory, our attention was caught by a news broadcast, flash: Boh Ryan, noted Deer hunter, has just returned from Afghanistan with a prize collection. Mash: Out in Wyoming, Richard Nelson has retired to his poultry ranch where he is waiting patiently for his number to he called in the draft. Mash: Millionaire Stulce returns from a cruise to South Natick where he visited Charles Barr and Kenny Barber, prominent horticulturists. Mash: Julia Brady, wife of a well-known Hawaiian plantation owner, is visiting here and will stav at the home ol Doris Lavoie, matron of the Utopian Juvenile Domicile. Mash: John Lang of Lang Slippery Soap Company is being haded as a genius upon recent publication of his book, 1 he Fundamental Psychology of Infant Feeding. Flash: Here in Utopia, Billy Boyle is recovering from a heart attack incurred while listening to a boxing match between Herb Wostrel, Champ of the Navy, and Dick Brennan, Bad Boy of the Marines. The miraculous recovery is attributed to fear — fear of Bob Beale, the local undertaker. We soon switched off the radio and turning down a side street we heard music coming from an open-air band stand, where Danny Pelullo and his all-girl orchestra was making a personal appearance, with Alice Kapnhan as concert mistress. Letizia Trulli still has hopes of becoming the Fritz Kreisler of the day and plays the first violin. Muriel Church, once said to be the perfect secre- tary, has given us the field to become the pianist, and is slated to be the Number 1 piano player of the year. Petite Jemma Paolucci handles the big bass drums in the corner while Blanche Fox is content to dreamily pick away on the strings of her harp. June Martin and Helen Mcdonald are still fast friends and play trombones in the orchestra. I he woodwind section is complete, being handled by Jean McCJrath, Jean Moore, Jennie Pezza, Natalie Balcom, and Dorothy Fllis while Phylis Stowers and Helen Zaruba handle the vocal selections. At the end of the performance we were directed from the parking lot by two attendants, Robert Bates and Lindo Bregoli. Cruising along the Bennett Highway, named in the honor of Harold Bennett, the well-known con- struction engineer, we were stopped by a red light, where Gerald Maloney, the candid camera expert, snapped our pictures for a front-page extra. Arriving back at the hotel, an invitation awaited us to attend one of Marion CantrePs well-known dinner parties. For the last five years, Marion has been known as the Elsa Maxwell of Utopia. After an enjoyable evening we returned for the night at the hotel, but were soon awakened by sirens on several fire trucks. They sped rapidly by the hotel with Fire Chief Jimmy McFvoy leading the brigade. Following closely behind was Deputy Chief Tommy Burns. Bernard Chapman, once the world ' s greatest speed king, was given the responsibility of manipulating the ladder truck. At length we decided to follow and see where the fire was. We arrived at a shack owned by Oscar Belmore, working feverishlv on a secret formula which he claimed would rejuvenate the entire world.

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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

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THE SASSAMON 13 Posted at the entrance was a sinister figure, Victor Dahlgren, as a gunman. His duty was to ward off any curious persons. The formula was so highly com- bustible it blew the roof off the building. Keeping the crowd in an orderly fashion were two mighty bulwarks of the law, Officers James Shea and Louis Flynn. On our way back to the hotel we were attracted by several sadors walking along the main street. Driving slowly so as to get a closer view, we recognized among the group Ensign Jimmy Niles, Midshipman Eddie Stevens, and Chief Engineer Bud Gerrity. After a pleasant conversation with our friends, we continued on our way, stopping at a Western Union Telegraph Office to send telegrams to our friends in China, Helen Walsh, now a missionary, Ida Townsend, head of the Red Cross Nurses in the Salvation Army, and Catherine Wight, her assistant. As we entered the office we were astonished by the performance of the world ' s fastest wireless operator, Arthur Wetmore, a performance which was proving to be very popular with the public. Returning to the taxi, we were nearly hit by falling bricks. Peering over the edge of the building was Russell Palmer, inquiring about any casualties He was new at the job of brick laying and could not manage very well. As we progressed down the main street, our attention was drawn to the newest mode of a combination sidewalk beauty salon and barber shop, owned bv Fred Savianno, while the beauticians were Margaret Haddad, Mildred Murphy, and Jean Woods, manicurist. As we were waiting our turn. Banker D. K. Lamont, who was being shaved, moved unexpectedly and now he has to shave only one side of his face. He was immediately taken to the offices of Dr. Marion Cummings where the head nurse, Eleanor Hastings, deftly applied the necessary treatments until Dr. Cummings could take care of him. Also in the offices were Registered Nurses, Betty Martin and Meredith Norman, while in the well-equipped laboratory was technician Jean Culbertson. After leaving the doctor ' s offices we were astonished to find coming toward us a platoon of soldiers on their way to the Utopian Army Base. As we approached them, a commotion was heard in the- rear as Airplane Mechanic Llovd Robertson, Corporal Ray Talvy, and Staff Sergeant Bob Marshall, tried in vain to keep their eyes from Barbara Cook, Margaret Weeks, and Elizabeth Hopkins, the three blond army hostesses. Before long we were met by the Dean of Sassamon University, Gerard Martin, who invited us to visit the school. We were told that the college was built because the dues for the subscriptions poured in so profusely that the excess amount helped pay for its erection. Many of the ' 41 graduates were on the faculty. The Economics Department was capably handled by Phyllis Helene, while Betty Murphy the French Wizard of Natick High, was content to instruct the pupils on the fundamentals of French Grammar. John McGee, Professor of Chemistry and Physics, was writing a book entitled, What ' s Wrong with Darwin ' s Theory of Evolution. Meyer Mordis was Professor of Domestic Science, one of the most popular classes in the school. Inviting us to inspect the ultra-modern heating facilities, Dean Martin led us to the basement of the building where we became acquainted with the system used by janitors Bob Musgrave and Eddie Krupski, while Bob McCor- mack filled the position of landscape gardener. When visiting the Civil Service Class we were taken back by the familiar faces of Jeff Florio and Leo Boudreau still strugg ling to pass their exams under the able teaching of Mae Spinney.