Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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10 THE SASSAMON cold. Barbara Whiteford is blithely rhurnbaing across the floor apparently all by herself. We gasp and take a second look and then suddenly it dawns on us that she is dancing with George, her favorite ghost, for Barb is now a cemetery caretaker. There goes Bobby Drew, the mad scientist, cautiously steering his assistant, Franny Whitney, about the floor as if he were still play- ing football. We are about to hail them when two well-known classmates samba by: jimmy Arena, President of the American Mousetrap Association, who is giving Becky Colburne, Manager of the Natick Five-and-Ten-Cent Store, a sales talk on the appeal of Arena Mousetraps to the customer. Shall we get up and dance? The music sounds so inviting that we can't resist ir. We edge our way through the couples to the orchestra where we hear an exquisite violin solo. With a look of ecstasy on her face as she saws across the strings is Kathy Sandler with the talented Jennie Sciretta accompanying her on the piano. As they finish, the applause is deafening. Wiping the beads of perspiration off his brow, Maestro Miccile leads his ensemble in one of his own compositions, Carolyn The mellow tones of the saxophone lead us to see Catherine Pierce blowing for all she's worth. We are afraid her eyes will pop when a sharp trill of a trumpet sounds. We behold none other than Phyllis Devereaux, who has surpassed even Francis Harry james McGrath. By the way, Fran has been appearing nightly at the Natick Sip-a-Nipf one of the most fashionable night-spots in our vicinity. The Maestro announces with a revengeful smirk the next number by the Gruesume Twosome whom we find to be angelic jean Pineau, strumming a harp and wistful Ruth Fair, plucking a base fiddle. Feeling much inspired, we return to our table. We are no sooner seated when our tea arrives served carefully by janet Franciose. She informs us that the water for the tea was boiled by Arthur Diamond who has become quite skilled at this art. She is followed by Helen Barrus daringly dressed in a new, low-cut apron over a chartreuse uniform, teetering a tray of pastries artistically arranged by the Pastry Chef, Paul Carter. While devouring these, our attention is diverted by Better late than never Bob Smith, that eminent connoisseur of wines, employed by the Meadows. Cigarettes! Cigars! Tums! These refreshing words were being called by three gorgeous, cigarette girls-Jeanette Gay, Evelyn Seavey, and Leora Trenholm. Needless to say, they're doing a box-office business, when in the midst of it all, Evelyn very conscientiously lights the cigarette of Helen Fat Lady in the Circus Devereau. Shortly afterwards, a scream, Fire! , pene- trates the hub-bub of voices. Franny Branagan and Edna Langmead, Chief and Assistant Chief of the Fire Department, rush onto the scene bearing tumblers of water. To relieve the crisis, Gene Michael Ames, Mayor of Bos- ton, impedes all progress by blowing hot air on the flames. Howard Leavitt, professional wrestler, courageously removes him from the vicinity. After the all-clear signal, the master of ceremonies calls on our class president, Dick Clasby, to say a few words. These few words are to advertise Dick's School of Horse Dentistry. Working with him in this service to human- ity, are Frances Gallagher and Evelyn Gibson. Evelyn holds the horses' hooves

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THE SASSAMCN L5 While waiting for dinner, we look around to see whether any of our other old friends have arrived yet. We see Phyllis Condon distributing hand- bills from the Chamber of Commerce in Dover. It seems as though the hobos have taken -over in that fair city and Phyllis is leading the campaign to drive them out. Unsuccessfully though, because who just walked in, even here at the Meadows, but George Stockbridge, President of the Hobo News, in his best clothes, dogpatch style. Directly behind him is Nancy Priore, the lion tamer, who has also taught her husband to say nothing unless spoken to. Off to the right, we notice a group of babbling women around Vinny Cardellicchio, who is trying to sell his medicines to cure all ailments. One of this group is Mary Doll, the world-renowned tight-rope walker of Barnum 8: Bailey Circus. Someone in the gang tells us that Thomas Donahue is also in that famous troup and has won much success with his educated fleas. Gut attention is drawn to the next table at which Betty Quinn and Gus Laurini, two Boston lawyers, are uproariously engaged in verbal combat. We find that they are arguing about Billy Munro's Society for the Prevention of Marriage to Women of which the latter is president. Out of nowhere, a gruff voice barks, Take a walk, youse guys, or I'll bounce ya! We turn to find Betty Chilson with a billy club in her right hand and a ju-jitsu book in her left. Approaching our table is Janet Connolly talking Qas usualj to everyone in general but no one in particular. She informs us she is running a driving school and is doing better with Roy Nieder's invention of the dent-proof car. A waitress comes to take our order. At the sound of her voice, we look up gratefully and recognize Helen Legee. After giving our order, the lights go out and everyone is hushed. There is a fanfare of trumpets. The curtains part, revealing Maestro Louis Miccile and his 77-piece all-girl orchestra. He waves his baton Qwe wave backj and there is a loud roll of drums. We peer farther back and see Dorohy Monson drumming madly, as if her very life depended upon it. Mary Ann Moran is impatiently seated near her, nervously awaiting her two measures of piccolo solo. Soon they swing into a very danceable melody. As we are getting up to dance, jimmy McHale comes waltzing in from the kitchen with our tray full of fresh vegetable salad. With it comes a large card reading Compliments of Richard McNeil, vegetable chef. Upon reading it, we suddenly lose our appetites. Then Mary Hartery, balancing a tray on two fingers, brings in our Irish-fried lobster-still green, that is. With this comes still another note reading We serve Pepto-Bismo as an after-dinner coursef, It was signed by none other than Billy Kelly, the new meat and fish chef. The lobsters, we learn, were contributed by Robert Henderson, who has become a renowned lisherman off the Iceland coast. This doesn't surprise us in the least, for we remember that he always could throw a good line. We are just about to put the first tantalizing morsel of luscious lobster into our mouths when we are rudely interrupted by an ungodly racket at the door. We turn our heads just in time to see Helen Underhill tripping in on her face, screaming madly, Wait for mel! We breathe a sigh of relief, for she is living up to her old standard of being late, as usual. We are about to resume eating when we are stopped

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l'Hl: SASSAMUN I7 while Franny removes the film from their teeth. ln conclusion Dick gives us a fiashing smile which surpasses the blinding light from the bulb in the camera of our photographer, Richard Huleatt. Attending the banquet with Richard is Peggy Nolan, gossip columnist for the Natick Morning Times. We must remember to let Dick know that he has a professional accomplice in Bob Barrus, the veterinarian from the West Natick Dude Ranch owned by Jeanette Augustini and Bob Tota. Jeanette and Bob have quite a system, she ropes 'em while he brands 'em. Following the few monosyllables of our class president, Frannie Dumas, authority on facts and figures at M. I. T., introduces jimmy Powers who led an expedition to the moon. jim always did like to bark at the moon. Now we have the speaker of the evening! With supreme dignity, Russell Whitaker, literary critic, acclaims the great work of a learned colleague. Morris Goddard rises to the occasion and relates to us his recently-completed study on Skin Diseases of the Aztecs. He calls on his assistant, Paula johnson, to give us the womans point of view. The tremendous ovation of the assembly brings us back from dreamland. They are cheering the end of the speech, no doubt. Our high spirits are dampened by Mary Burke's arrival with the check to which an engraved sympathy card has been attached. To revive our spirits, we stumble over to the bar for a long, cool glass of undiluted orange juice. A jovial voice greets us with, Well, what'll it be? Why, for goodness sakes, if it isn't Nipple Agostinelli behind the bar, cleverly mixing extra-dry, double-strength cokes. We change our order, deciding to try one of the specialties, and nearly choke on the first sip for there is Sir Hartley Waddell, who has recently married into Canadian royalty. After exchanging a few pip pip's and cheerio's,,' we start back to our table mer- rily munching Wentzell's Pretzels. Norma discovered her recipe years ago at Natick High in cooking class. The lights dim, and the spotlight shines on a popular group of choristers just returned from a world-wide concert tour. Donald Hubbard, Camille Wigglesworth, Hugh O'Rorke and Tom Mallery, known as the Agony Quartet, combine their melodious voices to sing, lt Broke Me Up When You Threw Me Down. We remove the plugs from our ears just in time to hear the M. C. announce the next number. Pauline and Vingo, co-managers of Arthur and Murray's Dancing Academy, demonstrate to us the new method of adagio dancing. This new method was instigated by Bob Donahue, an experienced teacher at their school. Between acts several people hurry to the bar for a Pepsi, among them Shirley Fessenden and Dick Farley, Shirley, the author of How to Keep a Happy Marriage, is exchanging ideas with Dick who is a young grandfather and well-versed family man. The M. C. draws our attention to the next act. The Three Stooges make a ripsnorting entrance dressed as South Natick Indians. We at last recognize them as Dick Sullivan, jim Thomas and Paul Walker. Busily flirting back and