Technical High School - Tech Tiger Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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so TINTECH-T1oER,19z7 1f2--1928 Class fC07ZfZ'HZlEdD part of Tech. Our hopes are blasted, that day has not come. But to you, 1966, we transfer these hopes and claims with the wish that they may be granted to you. 22. And, lastly, to the whole school, we leave our best wishes for success in the years to come. In witness whereof we have signed this instrument as our last will and testament. Signed: ARTHUR Ross Signed, published, and declared by the above named president, as and for the last will and testament of the class of 1927w, in the presence of us, who, at his request, have signed as witnesses to the same. MARGARET HAYNES ELIOT CLARK Class Prophecy 19275 ' Because everyone had wondered what the world was coming to, it had finally gone absolutely prehistoric-and why not? Carefully poising our patented saber tooth exter- minator Qas patented by the Haskell-Sabre-Tooth Exterminator Co.j, we hailed a Lany Minckley Ox-cart cab, and sped at a snail-gallop past Dinosaur Dens exclusive apartments. Families larger than thirty-live not admitted, absolutely no pets, other than snakes, gorillas, etc. Owners and agents, Goldstick and Searleman, Strictly Kosher since 19-. The scenes by the wayside were remarkable for their scenerity of scenishness. Ha- Trench and Golding fleeing for their lives as Red Lord hurls boulders at them. The brutes, picking on Red's poor little mastodon! A terrific din, a tending of limbs, a gnashing of teeth, a caveman's hockey game! All on the top of the struggle are Dave Hall, Al Lyons, and Frank Hartwell, yes, all there. Perkins, the timekeeper, is having his lunch-hour, and Referee Westervelt is chuckling over the comic strip, Chuckles from the Caves, as chuckled on a slab of granite by Herb Carlson. Peggy Haynes is waiting in the bleachers for her h0ckey-play- ing spouse, the Dean Burlingame. Andy Better, the ambitious groundkeeper, has promised to dig him up for her. Yes, dig is the word. Other hockeyites are using him for a mattress. Leaning against a sleeping Zoofus, or giant, hammer-headed bull-slayer, is john Duffy, the Unexcited, who is thinking of starting a feud to wake up the place. By now, the field has fallen astern, and the one team is at the city gates, that will soon be erected about where the oxen are turning in. Springfield surrounds you, official receptioner, Sunshine Fuller, in a buskin toga, bows beamingly. With him is Brother Connor, fellow member of the Ancient and Honorable Order of Gnats. Suddenly they flee, as a troop of squirrels, their cheeks only partly filled with nuts, rush by. So this is where Springfield was, eh? Where in Hesperus is the river? jimmy Fitzsimmons stands on the sidewalk staring at a striped barber pole. With him is his keeper, Russel Hussey. Where's the river nowadays ? is our query. E I don't know, I've been away a week, says Hussey, putting down his brasstoot, or trumpet. James, tell the men where the Connecticut went. Down to the ocean, answered Fitzsimmons, playfully throwing a rock at Ev Harding, driving a lion-drawn limousine, in which David Lewis, major, and Clara Allen were taking a spin. Along came Doc Allen, to whom we appealed for aid. Taking a nutcracker from his case, and using Thayer, the Trusty, plus George Lyons, the Collegian, for the kinetic energy, he worked a minute on Fitzsimmons, the Foolish.

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Tl2eTECH-TIGER,19271f2-1928 29 Class Will 19275 We, the Class of 19272 of the Technical High School, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and twenty eight, and of the foundation of Technical High School the twenty-third, being in good health, and of sound mind and memory, yet considering the uncertainty of our lives, and that we may leave the Technical High School the thirtieth, being in good health, and of sound mind and memory, yet in the manner following, that is to say, 1. To the class of 1928 we leave our striking ability to do old things in original ways, said bequeathed ability to be used only in times of great stress. 2, To cheer those poor unfortunates who struggled thus far and no farther, we leave De Ryee Westerve1t's choice collection of jokes, poems, and anecdotes, which lill an otherwise empty assignment book. 3. In order that Tony Heim may, in the next few years, be up in his studies and able to play football, we leave him a nice little step-ladder. 4. To Ruth Little we leave a strait-jacket, a pair of handcuffs, and a first-class gag so that for once in her life, she may be both stationary and silent. 5. Al Lyons leaves to certain members of the faculty the address of his barber, who never cuts his hair anyway. 6. Vernon Geckler leaves to forth-coming members of the lunch-room staff his ability to slip into Room 23 any time during the sixth period. 7. Mildred Freshour leaves Barbara Putnam the ability to toss witty sayings right and left at the most opportune moment. , 8. Edward Allen makes Alice Cunningham and Ruth Little the recipients of his handbook, How To Be Tall and Still Have 'It'. 9. Red Lord, whose flaming aurora has lighted the dark halls of Tech these past years, bequeaths the source of illumination to Red Procter. 10. Westy Westervelt leaves to john Shea all rights and claims to run, control, operate, and manage the Order of Billygoats together with any and all grips, signs, and passwords. 11. Betty Rowe leaves her powers of attraction over the opposite sex to Betty Tute. 12. Dean Burlingame leaves his place on the football team to the tender mercies of Tom Tracy and Eliot Purdy, who, combined, should do the trick as Burly did. 13. To any three unsophisticated maidens in the freshman class, Frank Merri- wel1 Hartwell leaves his ability to blush anywhere at any and every opportunity. 14. Thelma Tomlinson leaves her infectious giggle to Ruth Kempton. 15. Herb Carlson leaves to William Rudy the artistic ability which has made him such a necessity to the social and athletic functions at Tech. 16. To Dorn Chisholm, Jessie Smith leaves her place in the Orchestra. 17. Bob Haskell leaves his title Silver tongued Orator of Elliot Street to Bob Adolphson. 18. Nelson Butler leaves his histrionic ability to Roland Tacy, to be used in extreme emergencies only. 19. Richard Jerome leaves the space made vacant by his graduation to Fat Nel- son, who, he believes, can adequately fill it. 20. Uuno Tillan, the Hairy Man of 1927M , leaves his mythical razor to the youngest men in the freshman class, knowing that they have no need for one anyway. 21. To the coming class of 1966, we leave with utmost sincerity our hopes and aspirations to see, sometime, a new gym, an assembly hall, and a shiny lunchroom as

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TlaeTECH-TIGER,19271f2-1928 31 Class Prophecy fC0f2f1 1ufffl Now where did the river go ? we ask. The Birth of a Notion, a light, dawns in the eyes of james. I remember, the fish drank it up. In despair, we give up. Ere we leave, however, we ask Hussey why the Foolish One gazes so at the barber pole. He answers, as he picks up his brasstoot, that James can't tell if it's a red pole with white stripes, or a white pole with red stripes. A huge hole in the wall faces us, bearing the legend, Lucina Ellis, Modiste, and Di Pasqua, Designer, The Latest in Fig-Leaf Finery. Within, Ada Lindell and Betty Rowe are parading the different gowns. This is not for us, and we move next door where a sign proclaims: ELIOT H. CLARK AMUSEMENT CO. Lauglar Made While You Wait fThe management is not responsible for lost chewing gum or old vegetables. Check all weapons at gatej As we paused before entering, head scene-shifter Gilchrist came out with Callahan and Ernie Carlson, assistants, carrying a blanket covered with specimens of skins and the butcher's art. He told us that the trained tiger in the second act had been only an ordinary one after all. It's the public that pays, he remarked with a grin. Ha-ha- heh-heh-hee, we agreed and started to sidle out. A big hook dragged us back, and Thelma Tomlinson removed out weapons and admission fees. We seated ourselves on a bearskin to watch the show. One act was just ending. The program read: ROSS AND PUTNAM Those Funny Boys with the Feet Ross: Who's that lady I seen you walking with ? Putnam: That was no lady, that was--. Gales of laughter from the audience. Prehysteric humor, no danger of getting cracked lips here. Kate Ingalls appeared in the gloom and held a candle before us. Her other hand wielded a club. Laugh, clowns, laugh, she commanded. With superhuman effort, we managed a feeble heh-heh. The comedians zipped into the close of their hilarious act. Ross, fsmiting Big Feet Putnam playfully with his own Number Fifteensj, For why did the chicken cross the road? Putnam: Yeah, Big Boy, why ? Ross: That's none of the roo-. Crash! Down came the curtains, a solid, oak log, as the air was filled with shoes, spears, teeth, and howls. The lights went up, and we noticed the rest of the bill was, well, here it is: janet Rice, Songland's Soprano Song Singer. Nelson Butler, tragedian and Mildred Freshour, comedienne, heading an all-star cast in a Stan Ellingham farce, The Face on the Bedroom Floor. Discreetly we withdrew into the starry night and ran for Jerome's Tavern, where Grace Parkinson was typing a letter with a chisel and a block of granite. Dot Carson, presiding in the kitchen, watched Phil Clement, star of the play, Peter's Pan, and Ester Berg, regulator of the length of bearskin skirts, anxiously as they argued over the disadvantages of a stage and a political career, respectively. Looking over the menu, we decided that we did not crave to masticate such delicious Fried Pterodactyl Livers in Stewed Garlic, or Frizzled Oskoramogosohodoxi ribs. Hastily we withdrew and managed to catch the last Dinosaur Express for somewhere else. Engineer Sumner Joyce chucked a few pieces of scenery to start the six dinopower engine and thus ended the visit, which almost bordered on the unreal. ' UUNo TILLAN