Agawam High School - Sachem Yearbook (Agawam, MA)

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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]

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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.

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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]