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

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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

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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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The TECH-TIGER, 1927 1f2-1928 Class Ballot 19272 You see yourselves in others' eyes The ballot here before you lies. For popularity most rare Peg Haynes' the girl they all declare And Deane the boy you sure will say To whom the rest must all give way As sheik and bluff and talker, too, He beats what e're the rest can do. Still Millie , too, can talk so fast We wonder how her breath can last, At acting Millie's at her best, Her wit also can stand the test, For speeches, jokes and quick reply, Bob', Haskell's limit is the sky, And Westy here our all round boy Gives all the girls those throbs of joy, Our honor students you must know As Dot and Ed before they go. For cartoons-posters done with skill Here's Herby Carlson at your will. For writing stories that are fine Uuno can sling an awful line. For class musician here's our jess The cutest girl and nothing less, And Dot well versed in hist'ry lore Will be remembered evermore. When Click and Dan are far away The class is sad the live-long day. The easiest seen is Dickie Jerome, He couldn't get lost though far from home Our cute and hopeful, joyous Dan On Bea's lamenting puts the ban And Butler here our actor bright Puts all the others out of sight. Our Happer now is Betty Rowe She's never seen without a beau. Now Mutt and jeif as Thayer and Lord Are like the Rolls and older Ford , The prettiest girl is Ada dear Her giggling draws them far and near. As Eddie's face is such a joy, They call him our best looking boy. Now Andy , smallest in the class, Will someday win a winsome lass. But teacher's joy is Eddie bright, He always does his work at night. The news was never kept away Because we had Kate here to stay. Now if you do not know Who's who, just wait and see what we can do, For in the back vou're sure to find, The simplest list for any mind.