Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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1 Meredetli I ' Owler and Joan Hodgson joined ns the following year just in time for the switch to the rebuilt shi]). In our eleventh year at sea, we were intro- dueed to chemistry. The crew took to this new science like ducks to a desert. Among our more brilliant e))isodes was the time when Pete and (ilo split a tray of boiling alcohol on a hunsen hnrner. ' I ' liere was a burst of flame. Smoke I Sc I ' earns ! Finally Don Upham came to the rescue with some quick thinking and a fire ex¬ tinguisher. Needless to say, the odenders were keel-hauled at dawn. In ])reparation for our last year at sea, a beautiful new ship was constructed. We man¬ ned her in January and from then on it was smooth sailing. With a clear skv and a following breeze, all sails were set for adventures. We look forward to whatever is ahead—and hope for the best News Flash June 17. ’5b The following conversation between two low- flying seagulls was taken down verbatim and may now be found in the Congressional Record; “Lord,” exclaimed one, “here it is only 19.59. and what progress ! One would scarcely believe that this hardened group of mariners is the same-. “Extraordinary isn’t it,” interrupted the other dryly, “and in only twelve years.” i T H K L () (t 1 9 5 0 page ticenty-three

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THE CLASS HISTORY ’50 I N THE FALL OF 1938, a haudful of quaking neophytes gathered on a deserted dock to await their maiden voyage on the good slii]) “Weston.” When the l)oat arrived they streamed aboard and affixed their scrawling signatures to tlie sliips’ record: Joan Carter, Carol Chamberliip David Colpitts, Margot Frye, iSIiriam Hutcliinson, Barbara Leach, Ruth Lin¬ der, Charles Martin, John Melone, Lurena Olg- ilvie, Pamela Robinson, and Donald Upham. The little craft pulled away and before long the fledgling crew had settled into their chores of readin’, writin’, and mendin’ sails. Under a puffy breeze, jirogress was slow for awhile and the only thing that can be safely said of the little group at the end of the first year is that they were a year older. At the next port six first class seamen were shipped aboard; Janet Haynes, Ada Morreale, Alice Rinehart, Mylon Lyons, Joseph Tebo, and Jane Turner. This was the real thing. The ship heeled sharply under a fresh wind and all sails were set for speed. Next, Audrey Reader, Gloria Heaney, and Betsy Nichols joined the crew. The years passed quickly—a kaleidoscope of ex¬ citing adventures. In 1945, disaster struck! The country rallied for war. But we were too full of ourselves and play to notice “outside” events. During our fifth year at sea, we stopped long enough to shanghai Robert Brownell, .lane Ca¬ hill, Barbara Goulson, and Patricia Hallquist. The following year saw the fo’c ' sle hands en¬ gaged in knitting blanket squares, of all things. Needless to say, the males among us took a dim view of this. Aboiit the same time, one of the officers—Staples by name—abandoned her pro¬ teges and returned to a quiet life ashore. Rich¬ ard McClure joined us that year via a moor¬ ing hawser and Betty Damon was shipped aboard the next year from the scow “Wayland”. Our eighth year out, Richard Mailey and Dorothy Underhill were spliced into our mately fold. Toward the end of that cruise, the ship called at Provincetown, and it is noted in the log that Mate Johnson entertained the noisey crew with a rather lubberly conga. Our ninth year saw an explosion in the sci¬ ence lab. Mate Sawyer gave us a too vivid demonstration of the properties of hydrogen which sent the crew scurrying for cover. That same year we received our usual discharge from the “S.S. Lincoln.” Included were Robert Browning, Charles Kubik, Cliarles Newell, and Mary Taylor. In our tenth year, local disaster struck. Our beautiful ship was revenged by hre and was left a gutted liulk. With heavy hearts we put ashore at Waltham while the “Westou” was docked for repairs. (There is a note in tlie log relative to the wonderful spirit and industi ' y of our officers during this tr 3 dng period.) Mate Carini joined us that A ' ear and in vain tried to interest us in the rudiments of biologv. (We’ll take our frogs alive, thanks.) Winslow Cobb was our onlv new addition. page twenty-two W E s T o N High Sc h o o l

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PROPHECY I N THE YEAH 2000 tlicre was a reat ship¬ wreck. Our ship of secondary education went on the rocks dragging the class of ’50 down with it. We are now in the depths of tlie deep green sea. We are conscious of the dark shape of the devil fish directly above ns and we can hear the pattering of the million-legged sea worms. Occasionally Ave get a glimpse of Mine. Zamprogno’s little red herrings sneaking past. All of a sudden the silence is broken by “Waa H oo W aa !” Seated on an octopus is a little fat old man with a beard of fire-proof Christmas tree icicles whom Ave recognize as Triton. “Stop the music!’’ Davy Jones enters Avear- ing oilskins and hip boots and sporting a corn¬ cob pipe betAveen his tAvo remaining teeth. “I’a ' c got business to do. I have 37 neAv applications for admission to the murky depths.” “What about entrance e.xams?” asks Triton. “Well, they all passed the integrity test. As far as character examinations are concerned a feAv of them are Aveak on morals, but they all Avrote fervent essays on “Why I want to go to DaA ' y Jones’ Locker.” Noav, let’s look at the records. Here is WinsloAv S. Cobb, III. He was a successful architect until he built the bridge hetAveen the abstract and the practical which crashed as the result of a mistake in the position of a decimal point. “Pam Robinson, super policeAvoman, climaxed her career by capturing the infamous criminal. Public Enemy No. 1. “Next is Boh Brownell who is currently play¬ ing at the Old HoAvard. They say he has been the recipient of more custard pies than anyone Avho has been hilled there in the last hundred years. “Janet Haynes established a lunar flying- record—around the moon in 80 days. “Dick McClure, the mighty man of the un¬ iverse, lifted one ton on his pinky finger. He also trained Mylon Lyons, alias Slobby Sid, for the universe monster-weight championship, only to haA’e him defeated by the Amazon Avrestler riA 1 wo-Ion lurner. “Speaking of athletes, Dave Colpitts didn’t alloAv a single run in his long Earth League career, thanks to his stupendous cork-screAv hall. What a pitch ! It Avhi])s tlie air into a maelstrom, and then zing over tlie plate for a strike. “Rinehart, typical run-of-the-mill capitalist, swindled Dick Mailey out of his business. All she left him Avere some ulcers and his SAveet smart secretary, Jane Cahill. In the end they made up and formed the Kigmy Corporation. They made a mint selling them to the Comin- forin. “Barbara Goulson, the super-hound of the gossip Avorld, dug up the scandal about the latest Eowler divorce. Miss FoAvler is uoav the merry heir to a billion dollars Avorth of alimony. “Next, Charles Kuhik’s doorstep Avas Avorn to a frazzle after he iiiA ' ented a better mousetrap. He ended up a frustrated old man from putting his finger into too many traps. “Speaking of animals, here’s Pat Hallquist, the owner of Don Juan, the fastest race horse in the world. And next is Joan Hodgson Avho developed a ncAV type of puddle-free poodle— stark pink. “In the entertainment world, two girls hit the big-time. Joan Carter, the comedienne, starred in “Clara, Get Your Blunderbuss.” Then there’s Margot Frye, the sultry torch singer.” “Boy!” says Triton, “you ought to hear her do, “Baby It’s Hot In Here ! ” “That’s enough ! As far as I’m concerned they can tread Avater for eternity. To staA ' in the entertainment Avorld, here’s Barbara Leach Avho Avas the cigarette girl at the Ritz, but un¬ fortunately she had to quit because she almost succumbed to cigarette hangover. “Well, here’s Donald Upham, chief photog¬ rapher for Vargas, and liis favorite model, Audrey Reader.” “M ' oav !” Avhistlcs Triton, “you ought to sec her as August on last year’s calendar.” “Stop it, ' Prite! Say, here’s a felloAV Avho topped the job at Brink’s hack in ’30—Bill NeAvell. He got into Fort Knox and got out Avith 5 million.” “He almost got aAvay with it too,” says Tri¬ ton. “Too bad he had to shoAV off his gold page twenty-jour E s T ON H I (i 11 S C H o O E