Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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sacks heavily laden with silver, They ran to their horses, and their accomplice, Bob Goodall, helped them to mount up. The bank guard, Boots Hedderig, rushed through the door with a double-barrel shotgun. He fired twice, but missed. We drew out trusty .44's and filled the air with lead, but they were out of our range. Soon it was once more quiet and serene and we decided to walk around town. A little way down the street we stopped in front of the town's millinery shop, run by Joan DeFlumere and Sylvia Syrbick. Inside were a few customers, wives of ranchers and farmers-Ann Joyce, Dianne Hanna, Patty Maybee, and Dolores Luyties. Just then the stagecoach pulled into town, and up on the box were the driver, Dick Wedge, and his shotgun guard, Bill Seeley. Out of the coach stepped two rich easterners, Mary Chala and Betty Scholl. They were followed by a traveling troupe of actors. Among them were Joanne Fair, Audrey Tilley, Joanne Hladick, Ray Ames, and Dave Condon. We learned that their play was going to star Joe White and the Seven Dwarfs. After promising our Thespian friends that we would look in on their first performance a week hence, we started back across the street to our hotel. A commotion at the other end of town attracted our attention. What appeared at first to be a parade was actually a procession of Indians. At its head walked Chief Young Bull Heckendorn in full tribal regalia, and followed by his thirteen squaws. Strolling at the rear was his chief advisor and head medicine man, Anatol Furman. Through the swinging doors of a building to our left, strolled Judge Roger Gardner. Chief Young Bull promptly displayed his peace pipe and passed it around. One of the townspeople, Ruth Potter, informed us that the Indians had come to negotiate a peace treaty with the Great White Father, General Ulysses C. Christie. After the completion of the pact, the Indians returned to their village. Out of the crowd stepped the village parson, the Reverend Tommy Tannar, and his wife, the former Marjorie Smythe. As soon as they recognized us they extended an invitation 18

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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

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for us to look in at the choir rehearsal at the village church. There we noticed Shirley Kent seated at the organ. Among those in the choir were Barbara Larson, Nancy Abrahams, Lois Capen, and Barbara Cella. Singing a solo was the Wests best soprano, Joyce Jenkins. The Parson then took us into the parish house, where the Ladies, Wednesday After- noon Sewing Circle were having a meeting. Among the ladies present were Evelyn Fitzpatrick, Barbara Fortini, Norma Hewitt, Vonda Mae Havens, janet McKeon, and Franny Mailhoit., We bid adieu to the Parson and his wife and went back onto Main Street. The melancholy sounds of the traveling troubadour, Bob Cochran, greeted us. Suddenly we heard a burst of gunfire. Turning around we saw that it was just Annie Oakley Robinson, practicing her sharpshooting on her chum, Carol Sheehan, who stood fifty feet away with an apple on her head, and hummed the William Tell Overture. Off in the distance we heard someone crying, Hi-yo, Silver!, and shortly afterward Billy the Kid Efthim came riding likity-split through town heading for the Mexican border. Close on his heels rode a masked rider on a great white stallion. His ringing tones told us that it could be none other than our old pal, Deadeye Dick Montvittf' A little later a wagon carrying grey-clad young ladies came into town from the same direction. They turned out to be a group of nurses back from active duty in the nursing corps of the Confederate Army. They were Phyllis Dionne, jean McGowan, Nancy Main, Betty Tetreault, and Antoinette Arthur. They passed us and continued on toward the hotel. We followed them. Reaching Mary's Place, we entered, cleaned up, and went into the dining room for supper. Eating across from us was one of the richest men in town, a real Western aristocrat, the fabulous Paul Beswick. He was chatting with one of the local farmers, Freeman Good. Freeman was pleading with him not to foreclose I9