Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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Tombstone, Arizona-1 mile. We hitched up our gun belts and started on our trip toward Tombstone. We had covered about a hundred yards when we saw two shabby- bearded men leading a burro and being followed by two Indians. Upon closer inspection we discovered that they were Clem Mallar and Eddie Lalonde, who informed us that they were prospecting for gold with the aid of their Indian guide, john Detore, and johns bride, Mary Ventura. After exchanging greetings, we continued on our way to town. As we approached the outskirts, we met Gordon Densmore with a divining rod, hunting for a well out- side his shack. I-Ie invited us in to have breakfast. Inside the shack we found his partners, Waldo Woods and Albert Ames, frying bacon over a hot stove. After a little snack, we departed and ambled into the center of town. There we noticed john Sullivan rolling up the curtains in, his barber shop and getting ready for business. There was already a line outside the shop, and among the bearded men, we spotted Ray Beslile, jerry Torrao, Teddy Checani, and jim Belmore. Passing on we stopped in front of the general store and postoffice. Through the window we saw the storekeeper, john Manning, and the postmaster, Arthur Chaulk. Wie next passed the open blacksmith shop where we saw Teddy Porcella and his apprentice, john Crisafulli, hard at work, shoeing horses. Doc Dick Murphy was also at work extract- ing teeth from one of the horses. Further on down the street, we saw a crowd gathered around a travelling tinware salesman. We discovered that it was Harold Gassett who was barking his wares from the back of his wagon with his assistant, Charlie Emmanuelli, helping out by enter- taining the crowd on his harp. While Charlie played his harp, Ray Flynn circulated through the crowd selling Dr. Charlie Slamin's Wart Remover. Among the eager buyers were some local housewives-Alberta Parsons, Grace Topham, Zaira Pedini, -lackie Ross, and Franny Manericho. I6

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C4155 l 0l0A.2Cg We had left New York the night after the final performance of our lavish musical production, North Atlantic , which had a stupendous run of 1,276 performances. We, as its producers, had profitted greatly from this record-breaking run. Incidentally, our stars were none other than Albert Troia and june Lee. Right now we were on the train bound for Boston, and from there we were to continue on to our hometown for a much-needed vacation. Arriving at Boston we decided we had time to stop in for a quick show at one of the local theatres. The star of the show was an old schoolmate, Lois Feldman. Co-featured with her was that great comedian, Joe Rock. As we sat in our front row seats and took out our opera glasses, we were surprised to hear the familiar voice of our old friend, jim Beyer, yelling, Fresh fruit orangeade! After the show we made our way to the South Station and boarded a train for Natick. We found that the conductor on the train was another buddy of ours, jim Hanna. Also on the train were Franny Colcord, Lorraine Harlow, joan Huwe, Anne Crowe, and Anna Belcher, who were all returning from night school. Pulling in at the station in Natick, we noticed that a large crowd was awaiting us. The Natick High School Band, under the direction of Arthur Ellis, was playing a medley of tunes from our hit show. We stepped off the train, and as we did, a terrific blast seemed to shake the earth. As our senses left us, we heard Philip Russell, the famous nuclear scientist shout, Egads, a hydrogen-bomb! We were engulfed by a purple vapor. Slowly we seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the fog. After a while the mist seemed to dissolve and as we recovered conscious- ness we perceived about us a vast expanse of cactus-covered desert. Suddenly we realized that we were dressed in the garb of the old West. We saw a narrow trail on our right leading over a hill. Before us was a signpost with the words: I5

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Moving on, we came to the entrance of Mary Horan's Hotel. Sitting on the bench outside the door were the old timers of the town, chewing tobacco and whittling. We recognized Harry Bell, Wally Montgomery, Dick Ward, and Bob Maloon among them. As we entered the hotel, we were greeted by the mayor of the town, the one and only, jack Adams!! We received the key to our room from Mary, and the maid, jean Goss, showed us to our room. After resting and brushing the dust off our boots, we went downstairs into the dining room, run by Doris Dukes and Mary Jane Boudreau. The waitress, Janice Green- leaf, took our order and informed us that the cooks were old friends of ours, namely, Jackie Ennis and Joanne Balboni. We enjoyed a delicious steak dinner and left a large tip for the busboy, Fran Scagnelli. Once we were outside we decided to go to the bank, in order to cash a check. As we crossed the street, we ran into jane and joan Hughes land we still couldnt tell which twin had the Tonij, Mary Drew, Carolyn Colburn, and jackie Thibeault, who told us that they were living at a ranch in the Indian country at South Tombstone. They were in town buying supplies, and they had left the ranch under the supervision of their foreman, Fred Tompkins and his hired hands, Tommy Bache, Bob Klein, and Teddy Piers. As we were talking we were interrupted by the clatter of a covered wagon, driven by a couple of homesteaders, Andy Lane and Audrey Schmidt. We bid our friends good-bye and continued on to the bank. At the door of the bank we met Geoff Talbot, who was polishing the brass knob on the door. He told us that the tellers in the bank were Don Pacifici and Eddie Fannon, andf that the president was the well-to-do Stan Lupien. As we were about to step inside, we were pushed aside by three rough-looking cowboys-Fred Brenneman, Dick Rock, and joe Kane. They went through the door, and before we could enter we heard the sounds of gunfire. Evidently it was a robbery. The boys quickly brushed past us again, carrying 1 7 I