Agawam High School - Sachem Yearbook (Agawam, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 44 of the 1928 volume:

CLASS OF 1928 AGAWAM HIGH SCHOOL AGAWAM MASSACHUSETTS Class Motto Finimus Coepturi” George Reynolds, President Josie Novelli, Vice-President Esther Stebbins, Secretary Louis Ferrarini, Treasurer 1Parting Glass Song of 1928 I Our class days are over, Over now for all; We will tread new pathways, To us a new life calls. We leave here our old friends To take on the new, But we ll not forget them, Whatever we may do. II We leave this dear high school Of sweet memories, Venturing forth into the world, Receiving what Fate decrees. We will go with brave hearts Gained bv the shield of might, Clad in every virtue, Doing each thing right. III As we leave this high school The class of ’28, We are gathered here tonight, Before wc separate. The hour for which we’ve waited long, Is swiftly drawing nigh, But we’ve faithfully stood the test, For our dear Agawam High. Words and Music by Dorothy Munson The Von i-t'kber£ (‘•mpanr, printers Marion Allen “Mary Ann” Vice-President 3; Cheer Leader 2, 3, 4; Treas- urer Athletic Association 4; Hockey 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Alpha Beta Gamma; Basketball 3- “Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoiif itful of others Marion Arnold Maddie” Hockey 3, 4; Secretary of French Club 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. With many a social virtue graced And yet a friend of solitude ” Nella Bailey “Shorty” Manager of Senior Play; Dramatics 3; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. [3] “Love me little, love me long.,y Mary Hr uso “Clunky” Pro Mcrito; Secretary of Alpha Beta Gamma; Editor Mirror 4; Mirror Staff 2, 3, 4; Glee Club; Dramatics; Class Historian. “Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?” William Butler “Lindy” Entered class Senior year from Newburyport; Football 4; Dramatics 4; IIi-Y'4; Student Coun- cil 4. “A good heart never changes but keeps his course truly.” Caroline Cascella “Cal” Alpha Beta Gamma; Typewriting Contest 3, 4; Orchestra 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. “Be wise speed” [4] Ralph Channell “Mick” Treasurer 3; Student Council 4; Captain Foot- ball 3; Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Baseball 1, 2, 3; Football 1, 2, 3, 4; Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4; Dra- matics 4. “He ‘nas my friend, faithful and just to me.” Frank Consolati “Shut” Treasurer of Student Council 3; Manager of Baseball 2; Manager of Football 3; Captain of Basketball 4; Baseball 3, 4; Football 4; Basket- ball 1, 2, 3, 4; Dramatics 3, 4; Athletic Associa- tion 2. “A loyal, just and upright gentleman.” Zella Couture “Zel” Alpha Beta Gamma; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. “A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance.” M Anna De Phillips ttrwy j w 1 eta Dramatics 3; Alpha Beta Gamma; Glee Club 1 2, 3, 4. “Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.” Louis Ferrarini “Wit” Class Treasurer 4; Manager of Baseball 3; Manager of Basketball 4; Basketball 2; Drama- tics 2, 4. “Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hath well composed thee.” [6] Barbara Fruwirth “Bobs” Hockey 4; Alpha Beta Gamma; Glee Club 1, 2, 3� 4- ‘7 am a woman. When I think I must speak ” Thelma Gem me Tal” Pro Merito; Alpha Beta (iamma; Glee Club 1, 2, 3� 4- “Words are easy, like the wind. Faithful friends are hard to find.” [7] Marc eline Gosselin “Marnie” Alpha Beta Gamma; Glee Club i, 2, 3, 4. “S ie has two ryes, so soft and brown. Take care!” Ella Gregory i ;; G reg Dramatics 4; Alpha Beta Gamma; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Junior Marshall to the Senior Class. “How the style refines!” $ Jupson Hastings Jud” Football 4; Baseball 3, 4; Member of Hi-Y 3, 4. “I know you have a gentle, noble temper, A soul as even as a calm.” [8] Marie Hewey Girly” Entered Senior Year from Springfield; Alpha Beta Gamma; Glee Club 4. “Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.” Alfred Johnson “Babe” Pro Merito; Secretary of Hi-Y 3, 4; Football 4; Baseball i, 2, 3, 4. “Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none.” [9] Annette Let en dr e “Nat tie Alpha Beta Gamma; Glee Club i, 2, 3, 4; Dra- matics 3, 4. “A life that leads melodious days.” [10] DorotHV M UNsox Dor Alpha Beta (Jamma; Glee Club i, 2, 3, 4; Mir- ror Staff 4; Typewriting Contest; Class Song and Music. Good to be merry and wise.” Josie Novelli a r 99 Joe Pro Merito; Class Vice-President 1, 2, 4; Ath- letic Scholarship; Business Manager of Mirror 3, 4; Girls’ Basketball Manager 3, 4; Mirror Staff 1, 2, 3, 4; Secretary Student Council 4; Basketball 1, 2; Dramatics 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Alpha Beta Gamma; Class Will. And to thy speed, add wings.” r ] John Pedulla Johnny” Baseball Manager 4; Football 3, 4; Orchestra i, 2, 3, 4; Dramatics 4; Class Orator 4. “IV hat stronger breast plate than a heart untainted?” Louis Pedulla 44 r • Louie Stage Manager Senior Play 4; Basketball 3; Class Gifts 4. “A kind heart he hath.” [12] Esther Pond ii rry 1 om ny Athletic Scholarship; Mirror Staff 3, 4; Vice- President Athletic Club; Dramatics 3, 4; Bas- ketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Hockey Captain 4; Hockey 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Alpha Beta Gamma; Class Gifts. “Full well they laughed, For many a joke had she.' George Reynolds Shorty Pro Merito; Athletic Scholarship; Class Presi- dent 1, 2, 3, 4; President of Hi-Y 3; Student Council 3; President of Student Council 4; Pres- ident of Athletic Association 4; Secretary of Athletic Association 3; Baseball Captain 1, 2, 3, 4; Sport Editor of Mirror 3; Football 3, 4; Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4. “He tells you flatly what his mind is.” Vivienne Rising ttr ' VIV Alpha Beta Gamma; Typewriting Contest 4. “Lay aside life-harming heaviness. And entertain a cheerful disposition.” [13] Katherine Rowley 7 ;; Kay Hockey 4; Alpha Beta Gamma; Dramatics 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. “Certainly, a woman's thought runs before her actions Herbert Sanborn Mike” Entered from Brattleboro Senior year. “A light heart lives long ” Esther Schwartz Squitzy Athletic Scholarship; Hockey Manager 4; Bas- ketball Captain 4; Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Hockey 3, 4; Dramatics 3, 4; Alpha Beta Gamma; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. “When looks were fond, and words were few. [14] Louise Shields t Lou Pro Merito; Dramatics 4; Mirror Staff; Glee Club 1; Class Poet. “IVho says in verse, what others say in prose” Esther Stebbins “Steb” Vice-President 2; Secretary 3, 4; Student Coun- cil 3, 4; Hockey 3; Mirror Staff 4. “Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. Martha Tilden “Til lie” Alpha Beta Gamma; Dramatics 4. “Prosperity be thy page” [ 5] Laura Van Deusen tt rr } yan Hockey 3; French Club; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. “Magnificent spectacle of human happiness” Marion Wakefield “Mary Sunshine” Entered Junior Year from Turners Falls; Alph Beta Gamma; Glee Club 3, 4. “There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.” Christine Wallace t rr • 1 via Assistant Coach of Senior Play 4; Dramatics 3 Glee Club 1, 2, 3; French Club 4. “Mistress of herself.” Gordon Wallace “Curly” President of Athletic Association 3; Editor of Year Book 4; Basketball i, 2, 3, 4; Football 1, 2, 3, 4; Dramatics 1, 2, 3, 4; Hi-Y. “None but himself can be his parallel' Nellie White “Bump” Hockey 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; French Club; Basketball 3. “Good grows with her. Edith Wingard “Edie” Hockey Team 3,4; Alpha Beta Gamma; French Club; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. “Let each man do his best. [17] cl Address of Welcome 'mends, Fathers, and Mothers, we have gathered here for the fifth commencement of this high school. It is you, townspeople, who have made it possible for us to graduate from this high school. You have given us this school, that we may become better citizens and countrymen; and that we may have a better knowledge of life. We have now reached the point where it is our turn to do something for you. It will be a difficult task for us to repay you. We can do so in part, by encouraging our brothers and sisters to make the most of the chance you have made possible for them in giving this school; we can do our part also by raising ourselves to that level which will show that what you have done for us here, has not been in vain. Juniors, and under-classmen, love and cherish this school. The world is crowded with commonplace people. Do you care to know where tomor- row’s pay is coming from? Do you wish, with the best of knowledge, to converse with the great men of the time? Certainly! You wish to reach the balcony of success. The town has given you a starting place in this school. Let your endeavors end on the topmost rung of the ladder of knowledge. We have succeeded here with your aid, people of Agawam. You have supported our teams, our plays, and our social events. You have endeared yourselves to us. Where would we be without your loyal support? This is a time of triumph for us, yet it is a sorrowful time. We must leave. We have been as birds, the school our nest, and the teachers our protectors; but now we must fly. We must leave behind the enjoyments of school life. In times of success and in times of sorrow, we shall surely recall the happy days spent in this school. How can we ever repay Mr. Phelps for his supervision, Mr. Williams for his steady guidance, and the faculty for their co-operation and earnest- ness? In short, we thank you all. We hope that you will enjoy this, our class day program. Friends, every senior is saying with me, “You Are Welcome!” George Reynolds [i ] Glass J-fistory Scene: Two girls, Vivienne and Mary, members of the class of ’28, are rummaging through an attic with flashlights. They have difficulty in finding the switch. Mary. Where is that switch? I never had any trouble finding it be- fore. [Shuffling sounds as they move about. Vivienne finally finds socket. The light comes on.] Oh, Viv, don’t you just love to go up into old attics like this and poke around? One always finds so many articles which have been stored as souvenirs. Vivienne. Yes, and what stories they would tell, if they could speak! Mary. [Goes toward an old trunk.] You know, Viv, I hate to de- stroy all my school day souvenirs, but I can’t take them with me to Hono- lulu. I’ve put them all in this old trunk, and this will probably be the last time I’ll be able to look them over. [Looks longingly at the trunk.] Vivienne. I’m so glad I came to see you today. I’ve saved most of my souvenirs, too. Wonder if you’ve saved the same ones that I have. Let’s compare them. Mary. [Leaning against the trunk in a reminiscent mood.] Viv, how much do you remember about our first day as Freshmen? How did you feel? Didn’t the white walls impress you? We were so used to the buff-colored walls of the Junior High. I overheard Miss Ward say to Miss Smith as they passed a group of us in the hall, “Oh-h-h, aren’t they small? And how young they look.” Vivienne. What a hard time Miss Jauch and Miss Mclntire had trying to find room for us all in the study hall. Mary. And do you remember how strict Miss Jauch and Miss Mc- lntire were with us the first of the year? But I think they were really sorry when we left them in June. Vivienne. Oh, Mary, don’t forget desk inspection during that year. [Leans over edge of the trunk.] What’s in that notebook? I kept an ac- count of the socials in mine. [Looks through book.] Oh, this is a scrap- book. Here’s an account of our first class meeting. [Sits down and reads. J “The results of the Freshman class meeting w'ere as follows: George Rey- nolds, president; [Looks up]. Weren’t we proud of him? He helped to bring so much credit to Agawam both in athletics and scholarship. [Reads again.] Josie Novelli, vice-president; [Looks up]. Dear Josie, didn’t she work hard managing that “Mirror”? And do you remember how excited she used to get? [Reads again.] Edward Uschmann, secretary; [Looks up]. Eddie left us that first year. I wonder where he is now? My, he was tall. [Reads again.] George Tomasini, treasurer; George left us that year, too. Didn’t he have a wonderful voice? Mary. Yes, and how proud we were when we learned that he was to have a part in the Athletic play, “A College Town.” No wonder Dorothy Munson’s, pardon me, Mrs. Rickert’s head swelled so much she had to in- vest in a new' hat. I think we all showed symptoms of the same ailment. 1 9] [Rummaging in trunk.} Viv, did you save the pictures of the different teams? [Pulls out picture.] Here’s the picture of the first football team and look who’s in the second row. Johnny Pedulia and “Mick” Channell. Well, I’m not going to destroy that picture. [Places it on floor beside trunk.} That finishes the first year. [Leans over trunk and picks up an- other pile.} Now this pile is a collection of the Sophomore year. Vivienne. How systematically you have kept your memos, Mary. Mine are scattered hit-or-miss all over the attic. Mary. Oh, Viv, that’s hard to believe! You always kept your things in such perfect order when you were in school. Does the Sophomore year stand out particularly in your mind? Seems to me it does, Viv. You know, that idea of taking notes for English helped me a great deal in getting out of washing the dishes. I always maintained that the best time to take notes was immediately after supper and mother swallowed it. Vivienne. [Fingering scrapbook.} Here’s an account of our class meeting for that year, too. [Reads.} “George Reynolds, president; Josie Novelli, vice-president; Ella Gregory, secretary; Esther Stebbins, treas- urer.” We had Miss Hutton for homeroom teacher that year. Remember how hard she tried to play the part of a tyrant toward us? Mary. Yes, and she said when we were graduating, “If I ever have another class for three years, I’ll not be so easy with them.” But we know she couldn’t be otherwise. Vivienne. Do you remember the Hallowe’en party and reception we gave the Freshmen? Mary. Remember the caves of imps and horrors which the Freshmen had to pass through before reaching the “eats”? And I can still hear those unearthly screams which came from Miss Baker’s room. [Claps hands over ears. ] Vivienne. Was that where “Wit” Ferrarini was telling ghost stories? Mary. ’Mm. And weren’t the groans terrible that the Freshmen let out when they saw Esther Stebbins hung by the hair of her head in one of the lockers? Vivienne. Yes. She made a good Bluebeard’s wife, didn’t she? And do you remember how many of the Freshmen were “floored” when they were introduced to the king and queen? [Both laugh.} Were you in the Latin play that our class gave during Education Week? Mary. Yes. I remember Miss Jauch had a very hard time trying to make John Pedulia take Helene’s hand and act fatherly toward her. And would you believe it, after talking about “The Locket” — that was the name of the play — for a month, Helene suddenly discovered on the morn- ing of the play that she had no locket. Miss Jauch finally contrived one out of a safety pin and some string. Vivienne. [Leaning over the edge of trunk.} What in the world have you saved that doll for? That didn’t have any part in your school work, did it? Mary. [Picks up doll and fondles it.} It most certainly did. That’s the doll I carried to the kid party. Remember how attractively the gym was decorated? A huge Christmas tree in this corner and a fireplace in that. And what fun we had playing The Cat and the Mouse and Drop the Handkerchief. Surely you haven’t forgotten how excited we were when [20] Santa Claus came down the chimney and distributed his presents? I’ve lost my present, somehow. I wish I hadn't. Vivienne. [Looking through scrapbook.] Oh, you’ve kept an account of athletics, too. Here’s an account of the game with West Springfield. It says “Reynolds wins game. Players carry him off on shoulders.” Mary. [Excitedly.] I saw that game. I can see Reynolds now stand- ing in the middle of the fioor and caging those four baskets in succession. Do you wonder that the players carried him off on their shoulders? Vivienne. [Picks up medal.] How did you get this Tuft’s College Medal, Mary? Mary. Oh, that’s the medal the boys received as a result of their standing in the Twin County League. Never mind how got it. [Smiles knowingly. Picks up snapshot. ] Here’s a snap of the boys most closely connected with athletics. [Goes to Vivienne and points out members. Consolati, Channell, Wallace, Reynolds, and Johnson. Isn’t that a good picture? Have you one of those? Vivienne. No, I haven’t. But I have a snap of two girls in our class that I think just as much of. The two Esthers — Esther Pond and Esther Schwartz. Mary. Of course “Squitzy” looked upon George as her ideal, so that’s probably why she did so well in athletics. And I suppose “Pondie” was trying to keep up the record that her sister, Grace, made. [Picks up another snapshot.] Here’s a snap of Marion Allen, our canning champ. Marion’s family need never worry about having indigestion if Marion pre- pares the meals. They’ll probably never be hungry leaving the table, either. [Passes the snap to Vivienne. She nods agreement.] That finishes my Sophomore year. [Replaces them in trunk. Takes another pile from trunk.] These are the memos from my Junior year. You remember we had that pleasant room overlooking the river for our homeroom? Vivienne. Yes, and part of Miss Baker’s room, too. Who were our class officers that year? Mary. [Counting on fingers.] Let’s see. George Reynolds was pres- ident; Marion Allen, vice-president; Esther Stebbins, secretary; and Ralph Channell, treasurer. Vivienne. Almost the same ones every year. The Commercial Club, Alpha Beta Gamma, was formed that third year, too. Mary. Yes. That was rather an exclusive club. The members had to take two or more commercial subjects in addition to obtaining an aver- age of “B” in all major subjects. You belonged to the club, didn’t you, Viv? [Vivienne nods agreement. ] Remember the initiation we were put through? [Takes placard from file.] We had to wear these placs on our backs. But that was only part of the initiation. Vivienne. We had some pleasant socials in that club, though. Wish we could get together again. [Mary nods.] Alary. Then came the Junior Prom. Didn’t the assembly hall look pretty? Here’s a flashlight picture that was taken just before the grand march. I had the picture tinted to bring out the colors of the class of ’27, green and silver. That’s Esther Stebbins over against that wall viewing the finished product. Of course, Steb was always willing to help make things attractive. I’m sure we could never have gotten along without her artistic ability to guide us. Vivienne. Remember our typewriting champion, “Cal” Cascella? Gosh, couldn’t her fingers dance over the keys? Mary. I’ll say so. She brought back third prize from Brattleboro during her Junior year. We bet then that she’d win the cup the next year and she did! Perhaps the airplanes that flew past the school were an inspi- ration for her speed. Did you ever notice that as soon as an airplane was heard “Cal” stopped all work and watched it until it was out of sight? [Vivienne nods.] Vivienne. That finishes our Junior year, doesn’t it? Mary. All except graduation. Remember Ella Gregory and Alyce Houlahan acted as marshalls for the dignified Seniors. Then on the last day of school, Mr. Davenport announced the Pro Merito members of our class. There were six. [Counts.] George Reynolds, Alfred Johnson, Lou- ise Shields, Josie Novelli, Thelma Gemme, and myself. This is my Pro Merito pin. [Displays pin.] I wear it all the time. It’s small but it means a lot. [Picks up picture and examines it.] Oh, here’s a picture of our Twin State Champions. [Passes it to Vivienne.] Vivienne. Oh, yes. The big four, Wallace, Channell, Consolati, and Reynolds are among them. You’re not going to destroy that picture, I know. [Hands it to Mary. She places it on floor with other picture.] Haven’t you any account of the Student Council members from our class during the Junior year? Mary. No, I don’t think I have. Who were they? Vivienne. George Reynolds, Esther Stebbins, Ralph Channell, and Frank Consolati. This afternoon I was reading an account of how this or- ganization has grown. It gave a brief history and the names of the first members. That’s how I remembered the names. Mary. Then in September, we met in the same room overlooking the riser as the Senior class. At our class meeting that year we elected George Reynolds, president; Josie Novelli, vice-president; Esther Stebbins, sec- retary; and Louis Ferrarini, treasurer. Poor Louis, he needed a lot of sympathy when he came to collect dues from our class. Remember the threats he made about our not receiving Prom tickets if dues were not paid and our not having any seats reserved for the banquet? Vivienne. [Fingering notebook.] Here’s an account of the Student Council members for that year. [Reads.] “George Reynolds, Josie Novelli Esther Stebbins, and William Butler.” This is the little book the coun- cil put out during our senior year. It was meant to be a guide for the Freshmen. They certainly should profit by the advice of those seniors. [Leans over edge of trunk.] What a cute little cap! Did you get that at the kid party? Mary. ’Mm. Remember the automobiles and kiddy cars we swarmed over the floor in? Miss Button even attempted to make a trip around the gym on one of the little vehicles. Vivienne. Oh, yes. How well you remember that! I’ll never forget it! Mary. And what a nice Santa Claus Channell made! Vivienne. Yes, and what nice presents he brought us! After he went we scurried to the lunch-room to get the goodies. [Mary nods.] Mary. The next big event was the Senior play “Adam and Eva.” Didn’t the cast work hard to make the play a success? Vivienne. Do you remember how well the members fitted into their different roles? And how pleased the faculty were as well as the towns- people who saw it? Mary. Here’s a picture that Miss Jauch took of Annette Letendre climbing over the boat-house porch railing when we had our outing at Smith College. [Displays picture to Vivienne.] Sorry I didn’t get one of our Bay Path Institute outing. Vivienne. We didn’t do much after that, did we? Mary. No. We were too busy exchanging pictures and getting our Prom tickets! Here’s a strip of the decorations, one of the blue and gold streamers, and here’s my program. Vivienne. Wasn’t the hall beautifully decorated? The spotlight gave such a wonderful tropical moonlight effect! Mary. Didn’t the small trees make a pretty scene? Vivienne. Then came class night and graduation. But let’s not talk about that. It always makes me feel lonely. Voice from below. Mary, you’re wanted on the telephone. Vivienne. You go along, Mary. I’ll put the things back in the trunk. Mary goes to answer the phone. Vivienne puts things in trunk, closes it, and follows Mary. Mary A. Bruso Cjfirelight Cfancies he wind is howling fiercely, While sheeted rain beats down Swishing against the windows And drenching the thirsty ground. It’s cold and dark without. Within, the lights burn low And a roaring, open fire Flares with a ruddy glow’. At first, the fire burns brightly With spitting, sputtering sounds, And flames, like things alive, Strain at unseen bonds; Blue-based flames, tipped with yellow, Coiled smoke like misty fogs, And tiny sparks that dance Along the burning logs. l 3] Now, tired from futile efforts, The flames sink slowly down And leave but glowing coals And ashes, crusted brown. The smoky bricks grow darker. Soft shadows fill the room As white smoke spirals upward And fades in the chimney’s gloom. I gaze at the burning embers And see a castle there, With lofty spires, and dungeons, And turrets, bleak and bare. With rough-hewn walls and drawbridge That speak of might and power, And tiny flags that flutter From the peak of every tower. Down drops a burning coal. My dreaming eye perceives A lofty Grecian Temple With pillared porch and freize. With massive roof of marble, And curving steps of stone That lead to my Grecian Temple As it stands on a hill, alone. Slowly the pillars crumble. The roof begins to fall And all that is left is ruins Of my gorgeous Grecian Hall. Then I see a towering forest With trees of golden hue, That bend and toss and tremble As though a gale swept through. Lower they bend and lower While the windstorm rushes on. A burst of smoke, a flame, My golden woods are gone. The charred log spits and sputters. The little smoke clouds rise, While the dead-white ashes spread And the fading fire dies. [24] The coals grow ever darker. The shadows spread, until The pictures fade, but the memory Lingers with me still. And I sit and dream of castles With moats and towering walls, Or walk in Grecian Gardens, And stroll through pillared halls; Or search through a maize-like forest Of glittering, burning gold, Though I haven’t stirred from my armchair And the fire on the hearth is cold. And I think, as I sit there dreaming Of what life has in store. Will dreams of the future vanish As through an open door? Or will the spark of knowledge Burst into golden flame And bring, with added years, A wealth of power and fame? And on down through the ages As day fades into night, May we add to the fire of knowledge The fuel to keep it bright. Louise M. Shields [25] Glass Prophecy of 1928 Written by HELENE KaPLINGER Acted by Helene Kaplinger and Martha Tilden Time: 1940 Characters: Mrs. Smith | Graduates of Class of ,928 Setting: Two gardens at rear of homes, separated by fence. Mrs.. Jones is working in garden. Mrs. Smith comes out to cut rose bushes. [Carries pruning shears, garden tools, etc.] Airs. Smith. Good morning, Helene! Airs. Jones. Good morning, Martha! “Good” can’t describe a morn- ing like this. Mrs. Smith. I should say not. My goodness, but your garden looks great. I only wish I had a little more time to spend digging about. Mrs. Jones. Oh well, we all aren’t married to hearty electrical engi- neers and have to draw advertisements between meals to promote the good name of the Chevrolet Motor Company. Airs. Smith. No. not every one is married but you have been for a longer time than I. Remember when you walked up the aisle to meet that big, tall blonde! Say weren’t you both blushing. No, I’ll never forget and neither will you. [Both laugh.] Anyway, I’ve got some news for you and glory be it isn’t town gossip. Airs. Jones. I don’t believe it, but go ahead and score me. Mrs. Smith. I got a copy of the June, 1940, “Agawam Mirror” in the mail this morning from Nellie White; you know she teaches English in M iss Button’s place. Mrs. Jones. Miss Button’s place! Good heavens, you don’t mean to say she has really finished teaching, do you? Mrs. Smith. Oh yes, she has retired. She’s living on the old Button estate in Wallingford and do you believe it, Herbert Sanborn is handy man there. And Nella Bailey is boarding with her and teaching school. Mrs. Jones. Well, she always was partial to Vermont and Vermont- ers. And by the way, I had a letter from Zella Couture. You know she is editor of a paper now. “Day by Day,” but I’ll bet the news is right to the minute if you ask me. She sent me a copy. News of our old friends will surprise you. Airs. Smith. That’s why I wanted to have you see what’s in “The Mirror.” Let’s see. [Looking at index.] Alumni news, page 10. Airs. Jones. Well, it’s good-bye work where news is concerned. You read right ahead. I’ve got my letter here waiting. Mrs. Smith. Oh, the list isn’t complete, but I can see the alumnae editor has at least been busy. Mrs. Jones. For goodness sakes, don’t keep me in suspense. I must hear all about what every one has done. Mrs. Smith. All right. First it says, “We were greatly pleased on March io to have as speaker in Assembly Miss Marion Arnold — ” Mrs. Jones. Miss! Goodness, I’m glad I never encouraged any sail- ors to court me. Airs. Smith. Yes, Miss Marion Arnold who spoke on the subject, “The Value of Being on Time.” “We were very fortunate to have her as her engagements are very numerous.” Mrs. Jones. The ten o’clock scholar lecturing! She has probably for- got to be bashful because she is so interested in telling others about being, on time! Mrs. Smith. Oh yes. And — “On April ninth, the Alpha Beta Gamma Club had its monthly theatre party. They attended Poli’s and were very greatly pleased to see Ralph Channell, former student, in the vaudeville act, ‘Sax AppeaP.” Mrs. Jones. Imagine a graduate of our class in vaudeville. We can’t miss it if he comes here. Mrs. Smith. Next it says, “Vivienne Rising has become prominent by the discovery of a new herb. This herb was found in the wilds of Feed- ing Hills near the old Rising home. She has prepared from this, the famous Get-Tall-Quick Tonic.” Mrs. Jones. Oh yes, “Patronize your neighborhood druggist!” Mrs. Smith. Yes, or else “Don’t go elsewhere to get cheated; trade here.” And Marion Allen is head of the checks and checking accounts at the Third National Bank. Airs. Jones. What, still chasing check books? She never had a min- ute’s peace. And speaking of that, reminds me that the paper says Mr. Quirk is running for mayor of Springfield. Mrs. Smith. That’s fine. And also, speaking about teachers and the Alpha Beta Gamma, I wonder what’s become of Miss Mclntire? It was rumored� that she was engaged to a champion typist. And I don’t doubt it. Mrs. Jones. Well, you couldn’t blame her for wanting to feel at home. Mrs. Smith. True enough, but listen to this, “For the past six months a mysterious building has been under construction on the site of the old Mill in Agawam. The other day people’s curiosity was appeased when a sign was placed over the door. It said, ‘The Novelli, Inc., Up-to-Datc Talking Machines’.” Mrs. Jones. Inc., huh? Well, there always did seem to be a Novelli most anywhere. Mrs. Smith. And then — let me see— Oh yes! Here is the Pedulia advertisement. Just like the Gold Dust Twins. It says “For fresh vege- tables for all meals see Pedulia Pedulia, Agawam’s Leading Market Gardeners.” Mrs. Jones. Poor Johnny, he certainly must have a new truck or he wouldn’t have many vegetables left. It certainly saw a good many bumps. But you go on! Mrs. Smith. Next — “For the last few weeks the Hewey Detective Agency has been sending detectives about town for truants. Marie Hewey, [27] able successor to her father, has been seen scouting about the wilds of North Street.” Mrs. Jones. Marie Hewey a private detective! Well that’s some eye opener. I hope she finds those missing links. Mrs. Smith. And you remember Mabel Johnson? Well, Mabel is certainly in for it now. Married to a minister and probably raising Sun- day School pupils! Mrs. Jones. Oh, Mabel, meek and mild. [Folding hands,] She al- ways was looking for a front seat in church. Mrs. Smith. And speaking of church, “Reverend William Butler has recently sailed for Africa. He is doing missionary work in behalf of the heathens!” Mrs. Jones. In behalf of the heathens! The poor things. Mrs. Smith. Oh, here’s a good surprise. You remember Louis Fer- rarini, who was baseball manager in our junior year? We wondered why poor Louis couldn’t stand another season, but this is the answer. “The school was greatly surprised one morning to have as a visitor at the office, Louis A. Ferrarini, who is now a salesman for Hadley’s Liniment. It helps the hard knocks even in baseball.” Mrs. Jones. Well, who’d ever thought that Mr. Hadley would be a liniment manufacturer. His girl certainly was lucky to marry a poor school teacher and have him turn out a medicine man! Mrs. Smith. And, Laura Van Deuscn and Edith Wingard are air- planing in Europe. Edith i hunting for a French husband as Laura is en- gaged to a prominent French jeweler. Mrs. Jones. I suppose their hard work in French went to their heads. And anyway, Laura certainly knew her jewelry. Mrs. Smith. Yes, the common phrase was, “Have you got your French done?” Mrs. Jones. Well, everything is “Oui, Oui,” now! Mrs. Smith. Another foreign invasion. Our dear lord, Allen Filley, is now at Oxford, England, learning that jolly language. Mrs. Jones. Oh, but he was so romantic! Mrs. Smith. And another has been journeying away, too. We all know how hard Esther Schwartz studied her salesmanship. And she is actually using it to earn her living. The news item says, “Miss Esther Schwartz, who, it was believed would enter into matrimonial agony, has surprised her many friends and neighbors by leaving abruptly for Africa on the S. S. Sinket. She is a salesman for the Animal-Cracker Fur Company.” Mrs. Jones. Selling fur coats on the equator. Oh, Esther always was able to give her share of what we call a “salesman line.” Mrs. Smith. Speaking of salesmen, the former Miss Baker has named her son for a salesman. Mrs. Jones. So she’s darning socks and ironing rompers, too! How lovely! Mrs. Smith. “Miss Katherine Rowley is now in Honolulu attending the dedication and opening of a new University.” Mrs. Jones. Huh, still enjoying freedom of the seas. Probably be- cause the Lulu’s are so athletic and dear Katherine is just dying to meet them. Oh well, I suppose all the local schools have run out of “sheik ma- terial” by this time. [28] Mrs. Smith. And then. “Mary Bruso has opened a private school for girls. The course includes accuracy, trimness, and the advantage of being small.” Mrs. Jones. How like Mary! Well, so much for that. Now comes my news. Mrs. Smith. Goodness, yes! I can hardly wait. Mrs. Jones. Zella’s paper is quite a newsy piece. Mrs. Smith. Oh, naturally. Mrs. Jones. The theatre news is so exciting. Remember in those days how we adored Valentino, and then he died ? And remember his fa- mous picture, “The Sheik”? That is running again in New York. And who do you think is the hero? Mrs. Smith. I couldn’t guess. Mrs. Jones. Frank Consolati! Mrs. Smith. What! The class sheik, the world’s sheik? Who’d ever have dreamed it! Mrs. Jones. And — “The Vodka Theatre in Russia, Madame Vron- sky, nee Louise Shields, is taking up the fame of Nazimova. She stars in “the Girl You Can’t Forget!” Mrs. Smith. Louise always was dramatic. I’ll bet she’s doing fine. Mrs. Jones. And Cornelius Crowley has just graduated from Cecil De Mille’s Paramount School for Bashful Boys. And he is engaged. Mrs. Smith. It must have done him good, then. Oh, won’t he look grand walking up the aisle with a flower in his button-hole and a smile upon his face? Mrs. Jones. The last of the theatre news says the former Eunice Perrigo is now married to the great producer of “Exit Smiling” and is be- ing starred by her famous husband. Mrs. Smith. Well, exit the theatre. Mrs. Jones. Now for the music world. “Annette Letendre, known to the music world as Madame Hi See, is singing with the Very-Light Opera Company. Also Caroline Cascella has been promoted from piano player of the Garden Theatre of Springfield, to the Roxy Theatre of New York.” Mrs. Smith. Roxy Theatre! Three cheers for Caroline! Mrs. Jones. The rest are all here and there. Oh, listen! “On sale at your nearest news stand, ‘The Elastic Book of Snappy Jokes’ by Esther Pond. Get your edition today.” Mrs. Smith. Well, Esther would! Mrs. Jones. Under Washington news, “George Reynolds, Esq., has been appointed official barber to the House of Representatives.” Mrs. Smith. Well, I never thought he’d be a cut-up! Mrs. Jones. New York has two contributions. “The notorious Christine Wallace has opened a new night club on Broadway. It is opened to the public as ‘The Canon-Ball Cafe.’ And there’s also another grand opening. ‘Madame Ella’s Style Shoppe, Ella Gregory, Proprietress’.” Mrs. Smith. Cafe and Style Shops. Of all the class. Mrs. Jones. This one is funny. ‘‘The Wakefield Clock Works an- nounces the completion of the new up-to-date time clock. Strikes every five minutes.” [29] Mrs. Smith. Huh, very alarming! Marion ought to have had that when she was going to school. Mrs. Jones. That’s no dream. At Chicago, ‘‘The People’s Lecture Hall tonight, lectures for weight. Miss Katherine Otto speaks on ‘Laugh and Grow Fat’.” Mrs. Smith. Katherine who always said, “Oh feet, don’t fail me now.” Mrs. Jones. And, Mrs. Robert Rickert, nee Dorothy Munson, has now opened a hardware store. ” Mrs. Smith. That’s probably because she knows which kind of pans make the best food. Experience is a good teacher. Mrs. Jones. And look at this picture. Marceline Gosselin still a model for “Stillman’s Freckle Cream.” Oh, this is one! “Send for the Palmolive Soap Company beauty pamphlets on ‘How to Keep that School- boy Complexion,’ by Judson Hastings.” Mrs. Smith. I always did adore that “last rose of summer” on Jud’s cheeks. Mrs. Jones. Gordon Wallace has a shop in Paris. The paper says, “For Correct Harmony in Your Daily Apparel see the Wallace Collegian Shop.” Mrs. Smith. “Collegian”, you mean “collision.” Mrs. Jones. I guess the crash was too much for you. Thelma Gemme has opened an optical shop in Japan. See the slogan, “The Eyes Have It.” Mrs. Smith. I can see Thelma’s black lamps now. M; s. Jones. Oh, Anna King is stepping along. Listen, “For comfort in later years, go to the Wilbraham Old Ladies’ Home. For application blanks write to Anna King, Proprietress.” Mrs. Smith. How natural, Anna King and in Wilbraham — Ideal spot, all right. Mrs. Jones. Esther Stebbins is exchange manager at a home for con- valescents. Mrs. Smith. Heavens, didn’t she have her fill of exchanges? Mrs. Jones. Then Alfred Johnson. He holds the title of home-run king. He plays with New York Yankees. Mrs. Smith. I’ll bet Babe Ruth is wishing he was young again. Mrs. Jones. Just two more classmates, Anna DePhillips and Bar- bara Fruwirth. Both married. Mrs. Smith. Yes, I heard Barbara has quite a tribe of football play- ers to bring up. Mrs. Jones. Anna DePhillips is living a life of leisure. Mrs. Smith. Anna would look lovely reclining gently on a lounge and sipping amber tea. Mrs. Jones. Oh, don’t get dramatic! Here is some news of the teachers. Miss Smith and Miss Ward are in Greenland. Miss Ward is writing the history of the land and Miss Smith is surveying the land. Mr. Dacey has retired. Mr. Williams and Mrs. Williams have retired, too, and of course living happily ever after! Mrs. Smith. Oh! Mrs. Jones. Mr. Smith owns a prizefighting camp. Miss Phealan is [30] principal of Agawam’s new Junior High School. Mrs. Aldrich is estab- lished as the head of an orphan asylum. Miss Jauch has just been divorced by a famous American Polo Player. His name is withheld. He was granted his decree on the ground of foreign intervention in the way of conversation. Mrs. Smith. Pollez-vous, pollez-vous? Mrs. Jones. That’s new French to me. And Mr. Phelps. It’s so ex- citing. He defeated Hobby Jones, the great golf player! Mrs. Smith. Oh my, I’d like to see him swing that club! Mrs. Jones. That’s all there is. Mrs. Smith. I’m so excited. I just know when I go back in the house I’ll probably vacuum the stove and light up the carpet! Mrs. Jones. My work isn’t done either, but come over when you can and we’ll gossip as usual. Mrs. Smith. All right, I will. [Both leave stage.] zMs the (lass Wills Ladies and Gentlemen. Board of Education, Superintendent, Teach- ers, Pupils, and Friends — Only at the behest of my noble client, the illustrious class of 1928, of the Agawam High School, of the Town of Agawam, County of Hampden, Commonwealth of Massachusetts, I hereby present the foresaid client’s last will and testament. THE WILL: We, the class of 1928, in full possession of a sound mind, memory, and understanding, do draw up and publish this, our last will and testa- ment. As to such estate as our conscientious minds and sinewy arms have acquired, we do dispose of the same as follows: We give and bequeath — To the Town of Agawam, the knowledge that the class of 1928 will give renown, even fame, to the township. To Mr. Phelps, a new set of golf clubs so that he can beat Mrs. Phelps playing golf. To Mr. Williams, the other ring to go with the diamond Miss Hug- bee now has. To Miss Hutton, a covered waste basket. To Miss Perry, a health book, entitled “How to Avoid Scarlet Fever.” To Mr. Smith, a wig to replace the hair he pulled out at recent games. To Miss Haker, a canoe so she can paddle in her Pond. To Miss Smith, a set of Walter Camp’s Daily Dozen records so that she will not miss her morning walk on rainy days. To Mr. Dacey, a messenger boy to call back to clean their benches those sheiks who have to comb their hair before class. To M iss Mclntire, a pig pen so that she may have a place to keep the “Typewriting Mascot. ” hi] To Miss Phealan, a room of her own so that she may become more settled. To Miss Bugbee, a 1928 car to replace her Dodge. To Miss Ward, a ream of paper on which to inscribe her new book, entitled “Win Popularity Through Proficiency in Bridge.” To Mr. Hadley, a comb so that he can keep his tangled curly hair in place. To Miss Crowley, the privilege of making scenery for all artistic pro- ductions of the Agawam High School during the coming years. To Miss Jauch, a vacation from her job of private tutor. To Mrs. Aldrich, a cook book containing 365 hot dish recipes. This ought to do away with the beans which we fear will disappoint Mr. Wil- liams. To the Junior Class as a whole we give our front seats in the Audi- torium. We also give these friends our privilege of holding class meetings at any time. To Catherine Burke, a pair of glasses so that in her eagerness to get up on the stage, she can see the steps. To Steven Sleich, an iron helmet so that when he goes to class the day after a football game he won’t have the excuse, My head hurts,” if his les- sons aren’t prepared. To Marie Bozenhard, a caveman to take Judson Hasting’s place. To Harry Abell, a fireproof pocket so he can hide his cigarette when Mr. Smith appears. To Ruth Renton, a Ford of her own so that she will not have to bor- row her father’s car every time she wants a day off. To Charles Assad, some “Slikum” so that he will not use all the hand- soap in the basement on his curly hair. To Helen Rudman, a pair of heavy dumbbells to help in those reduc- ing exercises she takes every night before going to bed. To Henry Arnold, a new excuse to give to Miss Button when his English is not prepared. To Doris Roberts, a new office chair to take the place of the automo- bile seat she now has to sit on. To Frank Keating, a fireproof helmet so that when he is doing loop the loops in his aeroplane he won’t set the world on fire with his red hair. To Doris Parker, we give a little inside information on how to keep Gil away from “Mae” flowers. To Richard Merrell, an aeroplane so he can arrive at Grimes' house on time. To Helen Humiston, a bar of palmolivc soap to keep that schoolgirl complexion. To Thomas Cascio, a girl to take Mary Bruso’s place so that he may continue to carry on the interesting conversations in the English room. To Hazel French, a bottle of digestion pills to act upon strange things which she may swallow, horseflies for instance. To Richard Kellogg, A” in deportment because he will never earn one. To Alice Fickweiler, we give Esther Schwartz’ gum with the hope that it will develop in her some of Esther’s ruggedness in basketball. To Napoleon Dupuis, a leader’s outfit so he can lead his jazz orches- tra in its selection, “Juniors, we’re 20,000,000 strong.” To Anna Fay, extra time so that she can go out for athletics. To Thomas Holmes, the position of lady’s man so faithfully fulfilled by Cornelius Crowley. To Eva Richards, a pair of knickers to go with her boyish hair cut. To Harry Paterson, a reducing gymnasium so that he can come back to normal. To Pauline Corriveau, the privilege of painting portraits of the class of 1928. To Clifford Pond, an alarm clock and a special car from the Center so that he can get to school on time. To Ruth Bitgood, a pair of roller skates so that there will be no ex- cuse for her wearing out so many pairs of shoes. To Lawrence Roy, three faithful admirers to take the place of Helene, Martha, and Edith. To the Sophomore Class, a sunny room to go with their sunny dispo- sitions. To the Freshman Class, the following advice, “Copy the Class of 1928.” In addition to these especial bequests we leave to all our pledge of friendship and good will. In Witness Whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our name and affixed our seal, this 12th day of June, in the Year of Our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty-Eight. Josie Novelli Glass Qifts Postmistress. Here comes the afternoon mail now. I suppose we’ll have to get busy before those Agawam High School students come rushing in for their mail. Postmaster. Well, I’ll go out and bring it in so we can start right away. [£ ’ $, re-enters bringing mail bag, all the time looking mail over.] Say there’re a lot of packages here today! Wonder what the big occasion can be. Postmistress. Here come the pupils. I guess it will be all right to give the mail out as it is all packages and seems to be for those pupils. Postmaster. [Reaching in bag.] Here’s one for — etc. [Postmas- ter and Postmistress alternating turn as pupils are called in.] Marion Allen Bank Marion is treasurer of many a club, A box with her money she carries around; So take as a gift this little bank, I’m sure you will find it all safe and sound. Marion Arnold Watch Don’t tell me Marion’s late again! Just see, it’s long after nine! I guess if you’ll strap this watch on your wrist You’ll be sure to get here on time. [33] Nella Bailey Horse and Wagon When you're up in Vermont school learning And hours seem just a-draggin’, Go for a ride down the country roads In this modeled horse and wagon. Mary Bruso Notebook and Pencil Mary to Tommy is always a-talking During our dignified English Class. Here’s a handy notebook and pencil for you, ’Cause a note is much easier to pass. William Butler Aeroplane Our “Lindy” rides a motorcycle So fast you — well, you know! So here’s a plane to break the clouds. Who cares how fast you go? Caroline Cascella Loving Cup “There’s many a slip ’twixt the cup and the lip,” So the old-fashioned sayings go; But our Caroline’s fingers never do this, As this typewriting prize cup goes to show. Ralph Channell Auto You’ve used your auto to get us our Mirrors, You’ve delivered our class all around; I’m sure it’s about time we gave you another To replace the one that we have worn down. Writing Paper Frank Consolati “Shut” to college expects to go. To his girl friends he must write. Here’s a box of writing paper; You’ll be busy, I guess, every night. Zella Couture Newspaper A one-year’s subscription To the “Springfield Daily News,” That you may gather what’s going on Without wearing out your shoes. Cornelius Crowley Girt Cornelius, you seem rather bashful When the girls are round about. Take this girl and practice up; Let us all know how you come out. Anna DePhillips Gem Anna, from Thelma you’ve never been separated, But we see that the time draws near; And so we’ll give you this bright gem (Gemme) That you may think of her friendship dear. Louis Ferrarini Coffee “Wit,” it seems a perfect shame That you cannot keep awake. Take this coffee for your trouble; You’re sure to remain up late. Allen Filley Monocle We give you this monocle In order that you may see The other distinguished Scotchmen That have sailed the deep blue sea. t r 34] Barbara Fruwirth A private phone we think you need To lessen our school phone rate; And, also, when Jack calls you up, Mr. Phelps won’t have to sit and wait. Thelma Gem me When you’re parted from Barbara and Annie, And you must travel a lonesome path, These dolls will make you think of them And of happy days of the past. Marceline Gosselin When your hair no longer glows Midst the sun’s bright rays, Here’s some dye to hide your age When your red hair turns gray. Ella Gregory Ella’s hair is always a-tumbling, So she seems to think. Here’s some hairpins to hold it up So she won’t have to fuss and prink. Telephone Two Dolls Red Dye II air pins Judson Hastings Palmolive Soap A schoolboy complexion’s a good thing to have, Especially when Marie’s always near. You may keep your skin with palmolive soap And to lose Marie, you never need fear. Marie Hewey Fly Swatter That bat sure can flv when playing baseball Down on the school gym floor; If you use this fly swatter I’m sure you’ll find The fielders will duck much slower. Alfred Johnson Ring Though you appear to be bashful And around girls don’t seem to linger, Someday you’ll fool us and get the right one And slip this ring right on her finger. Mabel Johnson Cow “Down in the pasture I met an old heifer, And wishing a snappy ride, I jumped upon its back,” says Mabel. Say, where does this freak reside? Helene Kaplinger Rattle You’re always a-playing with something To fiddle your time away; A rattle’s a good toy for babies, To use from day to day. Anna King Sweater Anna’s greatest trick, it seems, Is to help herself to someone’s sweater. Here’s one for your own, my dear; It’ll serve in all kinds of weather. Annette Letendre Powder and Paint Powder and paint for the baby doll, From the class of twenty-eight; You may use it when the boy friend calls Around the homestead gate. [35] Dorothy Munson Auto Here is a little tin auto. Although it’s made of tin, I guess it’ll hold up long enough To take that prophesied wedding-trip in. JosiE Novelli Megaphone A megaphone to help your voice Carry down the crowded hall; Your voice’s so weak we all well know We can hardly hear you call. Kathryn Otto Jack-in-the-Box “Laugh and grow fat,” Laugh and grow fat.” This seems to be your motto. This jack-in-the-box will keep you in trim, Mv little Miss Kathryn Otto. John Pfdulla Slikum Johnny, that you may keep your hair down And keep it from your face, We’re sure this bottle of Slikum Will help keep it in its place. Louis Pedulla Horn Louie is so quiet, in school You’d hardly know he was around; Perhaps it’ll help to have this horn To send forth occasional sound. Eunice Perrigo Fashion Book An “up and coming” book On all styles and fashion Will keep our classy Eunice Up-to-date and dashing. Esther Pond Powder Puff and Powder Your classmates call you “Tommy” Because you act just like a boy; This powder puff and powder, Your boyish ways will help destroy. George Reynolds Picture Frame Three pictures you wanted of Esther, Now you may have them if you must; We’ll furnish you with but one picture frame. You’ll keep her face we trust. Vivienne Rising Scissors These scissors, if near at hand, And seized on the spur of time, Will shorten your lengthy hair right quick Before chum Esther can change your mind. Katherine Rowley Date Book Lest you forget your many dates With all those nice “Tech Lads,” This date book will remind you In case your memory’s bad. Herbert Sanborn Pig When you start in farming In Miss Button’s old home state, This pig will start you on your way To earn a good and profiting rate. [36] Esther Schwartz This rolling-pin may he of use In a few more years to come, To use on George in future life; We know how times will hum. Rolling Pin Louise Shields Always drawing pictures During all vour classes, These crayons will help to color up All your lads and lasses. Crayons Esther Stebbins We know you’re taking on fast weight In the best of modern way; These scales will go to help you show How much you gain day by day. Scales Martha Tilden It’s (juite dangerous a-parking Now-a-days without a light; So here’s one for Gil’s Chevrolet — It’ll shine the darkest night. Auto Light Laura Van Deusen M an You’ve tried them one, you’ve tried them all, You’ve tried them short, you’ve tried them tall; Now here’s a man you can keep for aye. Watch — or someone will snatch him some day. Marion Wakefield Now you’re living over the river, You often reach here late; This trolley car will get you here Soon after half-past eight. Trolley Car Christine Wallace Bill calls quite often, So we’ve all heard say. This little hand “Bill” folder Will store him safe away. Bill Folder Gordon Wallace The girls all envy Gordon His beautiful natural wave; In case the curl comes out, this iron Will continue to let them rave. Curling Iron Nellie White Nellie isn’t very tall, She’s grown up rather slow; These rubber bands will help you on To spring upward and grow. Rubber Bands Edith Wixgard We know you worry, Edith, About keeping your hair light; So here’s a bottle of peroxide Peroxide In case it turns dark over night. Esther Pond Louis Pedulla The Toy s Outlook on Aviation YOU know a boy who isn’t interested in aviation? There isn’t ILc JL a boy in our class who didn’t play with an airship as a child, Jl. and all of us have been familiar with airship inventions from _ 1 J our early years. This fact becomes more significant when one — of the younger members of the faculty makes the statement that he remembers, in 1911, driving over two hundred miles just to see an airship! What was a rare experience in his boyhood is an everyday experi- ence in our own. An example of the interest boys are taking in aviation was given us recently in this assembly, when a representative of the Springfield Airplane Model Club visited our school. He demonstrated an indoor model and flew it around this room. When he asked those interested in forming an airplane club to meet him after the talk, a majority of the Junior High and a num- ber of Senior High boys turned out. The boy who takes an active part in an Airplane Model Club gains practical knowledge. He is following, in the building of models, the paths of our first great flyers, the Wright brothers. As boys they were given a little toy that flew. They wanted something bigger and better. They made it. Then they wanted something bigger and better still. They again suc- ceeded. As young men they determined to make one that would carry a passenger. After many failures they finally made a successful glider. Hut they were not yet satisfied. They wanted to make a ship that would go up with its own power and go where the driver desired to go, and so again they finished one success only to begin again on a task calling for greater effort still. There is too great a tendency on the part of the average boy who in- tends to go into aviation, to regard flying itself as the height of his ambi- tion. For such boys, there is a lesson in the lives of the Wright brothers, and of our present-day heroes, Lindbergh and Byrd. In every one of these men we find a never failing application of the motto adopted by our class, “Finimus Coepturi.” We finish to begin. Where is there a better example of finishing one task only to begin another, than in the career of Lindbergh since he made his sensational flight one year ago? Twenty-five thousand miles through the air, spon- sored by the Guggenheim fund for Areonautics, and the practical use of airships for mail routes is established. A flight to Mexico and to the Cen- tral American Republics, and the good-will ambassador has given another spectacular proof of the possibilities of air routes between various parts of the Western Hemisphere. And now we hear of a proposed trip from Ice- land, flying eastward, still gaining knowledge for air routes, and of his promised work with the Trans-continental Air Transport, in directing technical work and the finding of best air routes. Byrd, too, followed the rule. The North Pole he conquered by air- ship; now he seeks the South Pole. [38] But not every boy who is thinking of being an aviator dreams of being a Lindbergh, or a Byrd. Too many are merely dreaming of flying, and flying. Here is the advice of a picked group of pilots: “Aviation is like any other highly specialized business or profession. To reach the top you must learn from the bottom. And this takes time, study, enthusiasm, ambition. “If you think you can learn to fly in ten hours or so, then land a thrilling joh in the air at a large salary, don’t try it. “But if you are enthusiastic enough to spend two or three years learn- ing the business, without expecting financial return, then go to it. The rewards are well worth the price you pay. “The first essential is a thorough groundwork in aviation theory and mechanics; you’ve got to know the machine you work with. The next is to learn to fly. The third is to get enough experience in the air to win a com- mercial or transportation pilot’s license. The fourth is to apply your flying knowledge to profitable ends.” It is this idea of the necessity of beginning at the bottom and of re- garding each step not as an end itself but as the beginning of greater use- fulness, that is the spirit of our motto, “We finish to begin,” and it is espe- cially applicable to the boy who has settled upon aviation as his life work. John Pedulla [39] Glass Boo{ Gommittee Gordon Wallace, Chairman Eunice Perrigo Marie Hewey Esther Schwartz Marion Wakefield Marion Arnold Anna King Ella Gregory Uo] : J. « '