Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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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.

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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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14 T II E S A S S A MOM As we were leaving the building we noticed on the engraving on the building, the names of those famous architects Lawrence Ciccarelli and Bob Clawson. Determined to cany our our promise ot a visit to the Utopian Circus, we started immediately tor our destination. Upon arriving at the ticket office we bought our tickets trom Christine Rattcry and were taken in bj Walter Stevens. Standing beside Stevens was the manager ot the circus, Joe llamwey, who immediately gave us trout row seats. The first act consisted of the appearance of the human cannonball, Oscar Zullo, and the bare-hack riders, Gloria Marden and Cinny Simonetta I he second act commenced with Barb Dunn and Mary Shidloski, trapeze artists, performing their daring feats while the audience gasped in horror. Wandering around through the crowd as the performances were going on we were attracted by the appearance of Helen Filledes in the role of a super salesman demonstrating Randall s Hair Lotion which was now in com- petition with Smith ' s Hair Tonic and which was guaranteed to grow hair on a billiard ball. While the second act was still in progress the lion tamer made her appearance. Looking in her direction we discovered that it was Betty Stacy. My! but Betty had come a long way since we last knew her. Wondering why the crowd had so thickly gathered in front of a section of the tent we wanted to satisfy our curiosity and started in that direction. There we found the crowd gazing at the sword-swallowing act of Pezza and Porcella. Satisfied with our visit at the circus we went out to where our taxi again waited to take us to the Yeomans and Hewitt Museum of Fine Arts. Upon entering the building we gazed at the attempt of a painting of a rising sun. Below the picture was a card on which was printed the cognomen ol Thomas Morris. Coming to the sculpture exhibit we found Walter Catarius moulding a replica of a sardine that got away. Advancing toward the corner of the room we found the curator, Paul Lane, industriously polishing the bronze statue of Virginia Ramsdell, noted orator. Continuing our tour through the museum we came upon Jean Roberts, Rita Sciretta, Natalie Fox, Helen Simons and Rose Santia, members of the Society for the Preservation of Undernourished Gold f ish. They were gazing thoughtfully at a sketch of Three Little Fishes . The lights of the museum soon went on reminding us of the lateness of the hour and we were compelled to leave. We chanced to meet Bette Evans, now a designer of costume jewelry, who, since graduating from high school, managed to keep up a correspondence with a few other members, among whom are Lois Harrington, now married to Count von Rosencrantz from Dublin. She also had heard from Eleanor Rice, organizer of the first girl ' s football team in Utopia. We were interrupted by the loud drone of a diving bomber. Looking up we saw Bob Gero craning from the cockpit of the plane. He was laying a smoke screen advertising the cold cream product of Bob Keily. Turning our attention back to Bette she continued her narration. Tafta Spiro, champion typist, whose speed was 375 words a minute, was touring the country under the supervision of her manager, Peg Lennon, and her publicity agent, Rita Fair. Marjorie Buell, we were told, had just won the Strawberry Pickers tournament by having one more berry than her opponent. Soon after leaving Bette we again started back to our hotel. Upon arriving we saw a 32 cylinder Boudreau deluxe automobile parked at the curbing. Just stepping out of it was Jimmy Farrell and Lenora Benedict, part- ners in the well-known firm of Benedict and Farrell, and noted astronomers from the fourth section of the Utopian Spectrum Gazers. Entering the hotel we bumped into Shirley Hosmer. head of the Mail ' ' department of the famous corporation Mayle, Mayle, and Gentt.