Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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THE SASSAMON ll CLASS PROPHECY HERE it is, blazed across the front pages of all the newspapers. It is the an- nouncement of the gala opening of the Hi-ho He-haw Racing Grounds, the largest of its kind in New England and predicted to make Kliddlesex County famous. The track has been built over what was once the town site of Natick. Clncidentally the town government has been transferred to Sherbornj VVe can't miss this! So the race track bill was finally passed! ln a second we are off to the town of our dear old Ama Klater. Our cab driver, Alike Klegliola, leaves us at the gate where under the watchful eye of plain-clothes men Francis Culcasi and Nello Rossini, the gateman, Paul Foley, snatches our tickets. Natick has changed a lot in the last decade, we all agree, as we take our seats, which are very good considering the place is jammed. From here we can easily spot old friends as they pass in the crowd. Here comes Eleanor Ahearn, Frances Klaresh and Evelyn Chapman who have founded a Home for Little VVanderers in VVayland. illyl VVho can these two strange looking characters be, decked in full artist regalia? they set up their easels, we recognize them as .lane Cummings and Betty Culverhouse who have disposed of much of their work on the Continent. VVe are not surprised to see the dynamic, touring, all-girl basketball team repre- sented by the four Flynn gals, Enid, Betty, Janet and Theresa as well as Gertrude Lane. Now how did she get in on that l-And speaking of women athletes, also roam- ing the ground are Carolyn Vance and Ruthie VValker, foremost physical culture authorities, who claim to have perfected the female Charles Atlas in Jeanne Fair, who has recently been titled f'Turnip Queen of 19-H. Others to profit by their courses are Barbara Bremner, theater manager, Al Beswick, seven day bike riding champ, and hlarjorie Joyce, named best bridge player in hlassachusetts only last week. Highly annoyed by the cries of the peanut vendors, George Nickerson and Jerry Digeronimo, just for fun we hurry to the betting window where we place a two dollar bet with bookie, Pierre llIcLaughlin. On our way back through the surging crowd, we collide with two brute-like men in the form of Louis DiCicco, lion tamer, and his keeper of the lions, Tarzan Cotchi Sargent, who is leading a pet cub. Once more we are seated, and just in time, for the mayor of Sherborn, Harold Grant, begins his dedication speech after the applause has subsided. VVe notice his officials standing by him, principal bodyguard, VVarren VVinters, who also owns a prospering Sherborn farm, Blondie VVilliams, pest exterminator, and Bill Scheufele, official applauder. There is a strong psychological reaction in the crowd as a Doosti hat creation passes, worn, incidentally, by that mad-cap designer, Barbara Dostie. And then, as if that isn't enough, a conscientious objector leaps upon a soap box and cries, 'flusticel Equal rights for men! Listen to mel lt is Charles Haddad. well-known orator, who is promptly dragged away by Helen Driscoll, Tina Arena, and Dot Hasgill. typical working girls who shout, Down with men's suffrage.

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I2 'I'HI-ISASSANION Then we have a word from the foremost club woman of Sherborn society, Dorothy Clawson, followed by the crowning of KIiss Hi-ho He-haw. It is hard for judges lflbridge Torrey, joe Grupposo, Robert Flynn and Richard Brenneman to decide, for the bevy of candidates consists of Ann Dunbar, ffvelyn Sargeant, Laura Nlaki, Barbara Reardon, Beverly Ross, Barbara Brown, and some unknown. After close scrutiny the judges decide the unknown to be the winner. Gert Reynolds just has to tell someone about the sensational gold hsh swallowing contest which is taking place that evening. She, Sadie Giannetti, Shirley lXIcDonald and Dorothy Zilch are contesting against Peter Klanna, Fred Nlurphy, Harold Gur- ney, Severino Bregoli and George Kane. The fish are being supplied by Kenneth Hilt, who although a prominent business man, spends more time on his hobby, raising goldfish. Members of the Natick XVoman's Club are to officiate, among whom are married and model women of our fair country, Evelyn Lefter, Ruth Goldstein, Kay Condon, Klary Coan and Jackie Goddard. Since it is warm and we are quite thirsty, we head for the track soda fountain where Claire Driscoll, Janet Grover and Dot Donnelly offer us service with a smile. On the return to our seats we pass one of the offices, and peering in, we find Bud llalpus, track manager, with his feet lazily propped on his desk while lllargaret An- talek, his secretary is busily digging into piles of statistics. V Roundinga corner we greet ,lay Vance, that Bachelor of Unnatural Science, who has made a name in geopolitics. By the stables we can see Ralph XVare and Lawrence Smith pitching hay Cor cornj. VVe discover, too, that Richard Hunt has installed the public address system, and we hear the voice of that woman sports' announcer, Viola Nlartini, booming over the loud-speaker, followed by VVilma LaBaff explaining the merits of Schneider's flrving to youl Super Sausages. VVith the grandstands now groaning under the weight of fifty thousand people, Richard Taft, the designer, steps forward to assure us that we are perfectly safe. The first race is about to begin, but the sound of band music interrupts as Rita O'Rorke, Klary Nelson and Nlargie Casey, Drum majorettes, lead a hand across the grounds. Such professional musicians as Philip Gassett, Evelyn Garvey, and Gordon Brown make up the band. They make way for bearded, shabby but happy men, who, we note, are in tattered navy uniforms. They turn out to be Stan KIcPerson, Joe Connolly, Paul Colburne, Russ Gibson, Richard Pierce, James Lawless and Ed Burke, who were recently discovered on an isolated South Sea island. fFor some unknown reason they hated to leave.l Everyone rejoices now as llary ,Io Leonard and lrene llcCarthy, wives of state officials, pin medals on the lads and proclaim them heroes of the day. XVe return to our seats and are approached by John Ross and Steve Tota, who offer us hot tips for a slight fee. VValking leisurely across our vision is Blarion Church, concert singer, and her pianist, Priscilla Harvey. '