Swampscott High School - Sea Gull Yearbook (Swampscott, MA)

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'ocket ship I picked up three hitch-hikers: Paul Iarfinkle, walking for a change, who was planning o open the moon's first auto agency tKenny Volk tad beat him to it. however, he was making billions vith his Cozy Canary Carsl , and Barbara Lees and Knne Graves, who were to be the first women nissionaries to the moon. Also along with us were ny two stewardesses, Claudia Pettis and Nancy iayward, my two mechanics, Tony Calderan and ohn Knowles, and my private secretary, Judy ipraguef' How was it up there, Ray? Really big! I bumped into Robert Sargent and flark Weinstein, world-renowned scientists, and lso the famous photographic team of Bromberg, ioldberg, and Dinerman, covering the assignment Life Takes A Trip To The Moonf Just then Judy 'arks, Powers model, slinked by - and Ray was 'ff affain. 93 D Hearing the strains of the song gil Get Those Big llues,', written by composer Merry Sager and 'made popular by vocalist Kay Vousboukis in her '.V. debut on Jim liothwc-ll's Crumhs of the Iountyu tformerly Toast of the Townul show, fir. and Mrs. Boy led the stranger into Boom 204 nd introduced the musicians: Saul Winer. concert ianist, Steve Talcove, former trumpet player - ow Cabrim-l's assistant, and Leonie liyan and Joan -kinner. former members of Bradford Craig's All- lirl Orchestra, the four of them were accompany- ig two other ghosts cutting it up on the stage. 'hese were Pete Sesen and Carol Santry. dancing istructors, whose familiar slogan had made them amons: Don't go to a dance And look like an elephant. Take lessons from us - Learn to be elegant! From here they wandered into the Art lioom, hieh was lu-ing haunted by the ghosts of Sally luse. Judy Dow. Paulette Dionne. and Betty An- rews. all accomplished artists during their life- mes. Lcating. they humped into another artist, ichard Rousseau. whose portrait of model Patlla lies fwhich he calls Paula Nisanj hangs in the ouvre. D llit from behind hy a gigantic spitball, Mr. Roy pun around. Whom should he see hut Laurie Cob- ett, acc Celtic star, and Joey Massidda, yo-yo lcoon, still clowning around? Hey, Cobbett, you ever did give me that interviewf, shouted Bob -lack. running to join the group. Bob, star reporter Jr editor Ben Cttay, had acquired nation-wide lme for his many interviews with famous people. .mong them were actress Sandra Sher. whose teen- ge dream to he a second Marilyn MUN-roe came 'ue, famous fashion designer Phoebe Werner, who reated the complete personal wardrobe of Maryann lylott. Best Dressed Woman of the Year 1990,', :ientist Jolm Pearlman. who invented robot teach- rs so designed that pupils could always get in the lst word, Jack Zeller, ambassador to Russia, who azzled the world with his historical oration, and, mst but not least, Dave Shactman and Dick Massey, tmed hockey stars of the Boston Bruins, owned t we knew' Prophets, left to right: Jane Kraft. head seer, Ruth Zaiger. Tish Rafferty, Jean Davis, Estelle Fermon. by sports enthusiast Mark Rodman, As they were walking downstairs, they noticed a discarded copy of the Ladies Home Journali' in a corner. Turning to the table of contents. Mrs. Boy recognized these names: Tish Rafferty, editor, Linda Baur, author of the feature article on travel, with photographs by Joel Englander, and Sheila Douglas and Jane Goodwin. co-editors of the Home- makeris section. Scanning the pages she noticed, in a shampoo ad for beautiful hair, Joan Darling - still with a ponytail. Flipping more pages. Mrs. Roy pointed out to the others a two-page ad for prod- ucts by the Gosh Pharmaceutical Co., owned by Dave Goshko and Sons. Featured in the ad were the following: Marshall Harmon. advertising Shav- ing Cream to rid you of that Black Beardv, Rae Dinner, beaming her smile into the hearts of mil- lions QGosh, what tooth paste can doll , and Nancy Eisenwinter, accentuating her satin-smooth com- plexion with '5Father Fletcher's Beauty Cream. When in the course of human events -- That must be Tom Flanagan. still quoting the Constitutionf, said Mr. Roy, spying two ghosts in the midst of a heated argument. The Thomas Flanagan, ex-senator from Massachusetts? asked the stranger. '4None other! That other ghost is Robert Hurley, ex-Secretary of Agriculture, famed for his Alfalfa Conservation Program. Lending moral support were their respective secretaries, Joanne Backman, Patricia Goguen, Mary Ann Clay, Carol Ann Brett, and Helen Faia. With a swish of a sheet and a graceful pirouette, Jackie Rines greeted the trio. Oh, exclaimed Mrs. Roy, on our trip to New York we caught your performance in Sleeping Beauty, backed by Larry Batchelder and Carol Larson. Yes, I enjoyed that show for many reasons, said Jackie. 'Working backstage were David Dia- mond, stage manager, Maynard Loring. lighting director, Jim Chandler and David Cowell, prop committee, Kay Chadwell, costume designer, and Continued on page 56

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A Brief History of the Class of 1956 Historians. left to right: Sue Bixby, Tqynbee- in-chief, Peter Sesen, Ruth Abrams, Claudia Pettis, Paul Garlinkle, Joyce Karp. I Migod. the hills . . . Man, this place is mammoth . . . Where's the elevator? . . . What a load of books! Got a truck? . . . Cafeteria: far cry from the Statler . . . New Deal: Class Council, only one of its kind . . . Dress right, one, two . . . Our football heroes: Freshmen make varsity . . . Bow wow! dog collar views tell a story: single or hitched . . . 'tHigh Brown Breach of Promisef' a black-and-tan absurdity . . . Fudge, anyone? Die young - we made it! . . . Trophies, out of the darkness into the light . . . Will our boys ever grow? Seniors, what men! Csighj . . . And the band played on . . . II Great to be back! . . . Freshmen look ten years old . . . Bungas: the latest fad . . . Yea coach, yea Bondelevitch! . . . Know your endings so you can say them backward and forward to your grand- mother in your sleep! . . . Who watered Miss Lambert's plants? . . . And the Lamp Went Outi' . . . Rings early: one step ahead of the gang . . . And the band played on . . . III Freshmen even younger, about five! . . . New schedule: up at six with the birds . . . Sorry, no money. Tokens only? . . . Swampscottis victory - Amesburyis downfall! . . . Death of the Sculpins - Birth of the BLUES! . . . Beat Marblehead -- we did it! . . , Story hour: Jenkinis juvenile Juniors . . . Crazy man, crazy - cats at S.H.S. . . . Wanna buy some Christmas cards? . . . Papa loves Mambo . . . Who stole the paddle from 303? . . . Sell out: JUNIOR FROLICS . . . More fudge - oh, my stomach . . . To be or not to be: a new high school? . . . Dancing in the sea with Ted Barry . . . And the band played on . . . IV We finally made it! . . . Follow the arrows . . . Wrong stairway . . . Typing: a-s-d-f-5-l-k-j . . . Senior Latin students? Virgil too much . . . Fresh- men look worse, about three . . . M-i-c-k-e-y M-o-u-s-e . . . Dig those crazy knee socks! . . . Beat Marblehead - we did it again! . . . 1956 Extravaganza: SENIOR FROLICS . . . Seniors tour the country: New York, Bridgeton, Salem, Wash- ington . . . Dream, dream, dream - 105 . . . January 14 - too much! . . . 3151.00 and one Xmas tree ornament . . . Alfalfa . . . The Silent House? Knot so silent!J . . . February vacation . . . Wow, those Freshmen girls! . . . Bock and Roll . . . Boards, Boards, Boards . . . March 17 - luck of the Irish for was it?J . . . 1100 words . . . To be: a new high school . . . Senior Prom! . . . Senior week! . . . Senior blast! . . . The Greatest - Ma and Pa Roy! . . . And the band played on . . . Memories are made of this. The Roys Entertain a Stranger: A Forward Look He had walked by here many times. but tonight was different. It wasnit the whistling of the wind, the rustling of the leaves. or even the chirping of the crickets. But what was it? Maybe that's it, he thought' as he looked at the old. ivy-covered build- ing draped -in deep, dark shadows. He moved closer - closer to this old building, with its broken, jagged window panes. Then as the moon silently slipped from its shroud of darkness, he saw by its eerie light the letters carved in the stone above the door: SWAMPSCOTT HIGH SCHOOL. He turned to continue on his way. Suddenly with a bolt of lightning across the sky and a clap of thunder. the heavens ruthlessly opened up. Drenched, he sought the shelter of the building. Once inside he was confronted by a musty smell and a maze of cobwebs, Hearing mufiied noises. he decided to investigate. Suddenly he bumped into two objects white and spooky. Cads, ghosts! fNow it just so happened that these two ghosts were Mr. and Mrs. Hoy, and hav- ing explained that this was the 100th reunion of the class of 1956, or rather of the ghosts of its members, they proceeded to take the stranger on a tour of the building.J 4'Who's that chasing that female sheet round the corridor?? exclaimed Mrs. Boy. Why, Ray Comeau, what have you been doing? I spent my last ten years on the moon fulfilling a singing engagement. On my way up there in my private recalling magzk moment

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Judy Whitehead, make-up artist. It brought back fond memories of old Frolic Daysf, With a stretch and yawn, two ghosts in nightcaps joined the group. They were Bunny O,Neill and Ronny Metz, who, being too pooped to do anything else, had spent their lives testing mattresses in Arthur Simons' factory. These mattresses, developed by Bill Nelson, an expert on slumber, were guar- anteed to put you to sleep anytime. That, explained Mr. Roy, pointing to a tall ghost wearing a silk top hat, is Billy Mees, well- known philanthropist, who made billions with his many chemical patents. He's talking over old times with architects Allen Des Rosiers and Mike Cap- pucio, designers of the fabulous Mees Clinic, The medical staff of this clinic included Dr. David Weinstein, noted surgeon, who cured many a funny bone with the able assistance of Barbara Cohen, who soothed his nerves with her tuneful tickling of the piano keysg Ruth Abrams, head medical tech- nologistg and nurses Joanne Andersen, Penny Ryan, and Dottie Scheffler. No wonder 99.9721 of the patients were men! Heading the office staff was receptionist Dot Morgen, who never tired of using the word hello.', She was ably assisted by secre- taries Priscilla Kunian, Marcia Sadler, Sandi Ler- ner, and Deanna Tattle, and switchboard operator Carol Kleinman. Putting their driving tactics to good use were Steve Caswell, Ronald Levine, Phil Kelly, Jim Bean, Dick Chapman, and Joe Francis, the clinic's crew of ambulance drivers. Blinded by a light streaming from room 105, the trio went to seek the source. It was none other than the crystal ball of Madame Byyvo, known to them as Jane Kraft, the famed fortune teller, I, once head prophet of the Class of 1956, foresaw that Estelle Fermon would be an old maid, and I, Madame Byyvo, was right! No matter how many hands she held or how many teeth she cleaned, her one man got away. I now see that more of my prophecies have come true: Harold Brody became a famous engineer and, unlike his namesake, built bridges instead of jumping off themg Judy White, that bouncy redhead, became the first woman law- yer to argue her cases before the Supreme Court - and she always won!g and Ruth Zaiger, serving as intepreter for the new nation of Kruxico, mar- ried its princef, The trio heard a new voice. Why, Mr, and Mrs. Roy, how are you all? My. it's awful cold up in these parts. This was Jean Davis who, after moving South, had married a wealthy plantation owner. Did you all hear 'bout the Kentucky Derby won by Brucie Boyf' owned by the Sandy Smith Stables? It was ridden by lil' ol' Jeannette D'Agnese, first woman jockey. Why landsakes alive, if it isn't the co-owners of station GUSH, George Urian and Shea Hood! I sure bet you've met up with plenty of our lil' ol' classmates? Why, sure, piped up Ann Hudson, spokesman for the two. We even had some working for us. Tony Bartow, our number one Public Relations man teamed up with Locky Spain, witty news commen- tator, to make our shows entertaining, Of course, I don't know where we would have been without the able assistance of Carl Lahue and Roy Maston, directors, and Robert London and Dick Letterman, engineersf' ' Just then a flash came over the stranger's wrist radio - 'fAttention!!! the following program is transcribed - a bit late perhaps, since it has been lost in our files for the past 60 years. The next voice you hear will be that of suave, smooth, and seductive Richard Olson! Good evening, ladies and gentlemen - and freshman fans. Welcome to an hour of 'Uncle Dickls Dizzy Disksf Our first record will be the 'Serenade to Whistler's Mother,' sung by Alan Harriman and accompanied by the whistle of Flat- foot Fran, the patrolman, alias Francis Delano. But first a word from our co-sponsors, Joyce and Co., owned by wealthy socialites Joyce Hotz, Joyce Karp, and Joyce Jackson, and Bill Faia's and John Marino's Driving School, with instructors Ann Sullivan and Ann Tibbits. Remember: lf you have a yen to knock down some trees And go through red lights whenever you please, Come down to see us. It's just a short trip. In a matter of days you'll have your pink slip. Now l'm sorry to say our time has come to an end, but donit touch that dial. Stay tuned for John,s Other Wife, starring Gail Broadbridge and John Marianof' tEd. note - We left his first wife in the Louvre!J Attracted by a pair of whirling sheets, they saw Penny Prichard and Joan Kenneally, former gym instructors, performing once again their Drill Team feats. Hobbling after them came John Bruce, stunt man, who more than once had had to pay a visit to the noted bone specialists, Michael Harmon and Vivian Margolis. Following a trail of water, the group came upon the oilskin-clad ghosts of fishermen Ronny Emery and Al Henson, who were being sketched by artist Carolyn Wyman. Suddenly they were interrupted by Mary Catanese, interpretive dancer, tripping by to inform them that the meeting was about to commence. 'fWho are they?,' asked the stranger, pointing to a group of ghosts heading toward the auditorium. Leading the group were Carol Chadis and Carol Chatis, who, having married twin brothers, con- tinued to confuse everyone with their names. Next came Susan Bixby, noted historian, who in her last book immortalized the name of Jody Blake, famed social worker, who did just as much for mankind as she did for the Class of 1956. That ghost in the new-style pastel sheet was Joan Kraft, buyer for the exclusive dress shop of Ann Marie Ruscitti and Judy Rafter. Also in the group were Bob Carlin, Olympic star, whose fine physical form had enabled him to live to the ripe old age of 107, and Debbie Arnold, past president of the P. T. A. of the pres- ent Swampscott High School, which all of her seven children attended. After all one hundred and forty-three of the class of 1956 had been seated, Mr. and Mrs. Roy and the stranger entered the hall, just as Corinne Ryan, former speech teacher, was ending her opening address. . . . and so you see our class is still the best. We have shown that the spirit of ,56 can never die! the context that We tried