Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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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

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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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I I I I 'wmv' X, K on his farm. Freemans attorney, Bob johnson, said he'd fight Paul to the bitter end. After a delicious supper we headed for the main door. We brushed by a couple of men with carpet bags, whom we discovered were Albanian immigrants. They were Ralph Vangel and Mitch Carroll. After exchanging greetings, we meandered down the street. We heard the tinkle of a back-room piano, and noticed that it came from beyond the swinging doors of an edifice to our left. We ventured through the afore-mentioned doors and beheld a strange, disorderly sight. Before us was a scene we had seen in many a movie. Looking over the crowd, we noticed that they were all paying close attention to a torrid, love song, being sung by the Tombstone Torch, Ruthie Barber. She was ac- companied by that noted ivory-tickler, jack Green. When the din of applause had died clown, we hailed one of the waiters, George Howard, who showed us to a table. Seated next to us were a group of card players, who were having a wild game of Canasta. They were Roy Carlson, Red Ed Doheny, Dinny Mathews, and Bub Trask. Soon Diamond Gin Morris, the proprietess of this remarkable establishment, wel- comed us and signaled one of the waitresses, Theresa Burbey, to take our orders. In no time she was back with a trayful of glasses. After drinking our sasparilla, we sat back and relaxed, and watched the card game. In a short while a young gypsy, Denise McGrath, came to our table and offered to tell our fortunes. We accepted her offer, and during her prophecy she said that we were in great danger. Giving little heed to this unlikely turn of events, we paid her and sat back to enjoy the oncoming floor show. A three- piece orchestra, led by Pete Nelson at the drums, played the overture, and soon a group of dancing girls appeared on the stage to the accompaniment of thundrous applause. They turned out to be Collette Powers, Joyce Howe, Cynthia Williams, Maddy Garvey, Marilyn Pacifici, and Helen Alcock. They were warmly received by an en- thusiastic audience. 20