Wellesley High School - Wellesleyan Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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THE WELLESLEYAN 1935 ALPHABETICAL LIST OF THE TWENTY HIGHEST SENIORS Charles Abraham Virginia Brady Deborah Campbell Irene Carpenter Betty Cunnipf John Doherty VALICE FOELEY Dorothea Hogan Christine Hunter Gertrude Johnsen Hope Kingsbery Harold MacMahon Ruth Matthews Gloria Maulsby William McCullough Richard Monahon John Randall Ruth Smythe Elinor Thayer Lillian Westergren Page Twenty-Eight

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THE WELLHSLEYAN 1935 Jht Hlemnnam In memory of Dorothy Mae Murchison, we, the class of ’35, dedicate this page. Dorothy was with us a com¬ paratively short time and yet in that time her happy personality made a place for her in the school, among the teachers and students. Friendly, cheerful, always full of pep, she was active in athletics, especially hockey, as well as in dramatics. We shall not forget Dorothy; her honesty and sin¬ cerity, her merry laugh, and her all-round good fellowship will live in our memory. Page Twenty-Seven

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THE WELLESLEY AN 1935 CLASS HISTORY The crystal gazer stared long and steadily into the luminous crystal before him. Although he definitely was not the type usually found in this occupation, with the aid of clever make-up, a turban, and a bright colored costume, he managed to produce the correct atmos¬ phere. Suddenly he started, closed his eyes for a moment, then leaned forward and searchingly studied the lucid globe. “The past will now be revealed to me.” He paused, and very effectively, too; but the class of nineteen thirty-five, now fat and forty, merely smiled and regarded him patronizingly. It was their twenty- fifth reunion and one of their number had obtained this crystal gazer to bring back to them those three important years from the past. “I see a large and fertile field. In the center is a herd of non¬ descript green creatures contentedly munching grass.” There was a snicker from the audience, followed by an artificial cough. The seer pretended not to notice and continued. “They are Sophomores. At the head of this group are four more promising specimens. They are: Paul McCourt, Christine Hunter, Paul Monahan, and Virginia Bisgood. At the mention of his name Paul McCourt awoke from a sound sleep. “Quite a talented group I would say,” ventured the crystal gazer. “They can act and sing as well as eat and sleep. Dick Monahon, Ruth Smythe, Ruth Mills, Edna Balboni, Deborah Campbell, Ruth Matthews, and Dorothy Hatch seem to be struggling with the presentation of a play, ‘Elmer’ by name.” The alumni of the class of thirty-five, really interested now, were beginning to look intelligent. “The celestial voices that fall upon my ears are those of Valice Foeley, Ida Ordis, Robert Parkinson, Bob Austin, and Anastasia Wilson. ‘Chimes of Normandy I believe, is their operetta.” He had dropped his mysterious air now and was talking and acting in his na tural manner. “A very husky group, one might say, with many fine athletes. Rufus Ferioli, Whitey Nelson, Louis Villa, Alfie Juliani, Bill Boyd, and Bob Austin stand out among the boys. As for the girls,” he hesi¬ tated to survey more closely the sphere, “they are quite unusual, as they won the banner in interclass competition.” Several of the women in the audience sat up and beamed proudly at one another. “Barbara Wheeler, Dorothy Garland, Betty Cunniff, Katherine Grant, Irene Carpenter, Dorothy Hatch, Ruth Smythe, and Christine Hunter take the honors there. But even the humblest of human beings, my friends, need recreation. A dance and a treasure hunt entertained the Sophomores. Paul Monahan found the treasure. Oh! it is gone.” He clasped his hands over his eyes. The class looked disappointed. “Go on,” called some one from the back of the room. The crystal gazer looked sad. Page Tuentylthie