Agawam High School - Sachem Yearbook (Agawam, MA)

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Josephine Fragomeni WooclclilT Avc., Agawam “Jo I'll speak in a monstrous little voice. Glee Club 3-4; Art Club 2. Alfred Goulet 620 Springfield St., Feeding Hills “Gizzy “Always the gentleman.” Hi-Y Club 3-4; Latin Club 2-3-4; Class Treasurer 2: Assistant Treasurer Athletic Association 4; The Agawam Mirror Staff 3-4, Business Manager 4; Cheer Leader 4; Senior Play; Oper- etta 4. Lucy Graziano Gardner St., Feeding Hills “Lu A woman she seemed of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows.” Glee Club 1-2-3-4; Usher 4. Percival Hastings 45 School St., Agawam “Percy “Slow of speech but quick of thought.” Hi-Y Club 3-4; Baseball 4. Phyllis Jewett 63 Reed St., Agawam “Phil “0f softest manners, unaffected mind. Lover oj peace, and friend of human kind. Filtered Agawam from Technical High School in 1931. French Club 4; Senior Play Prompter; Glee Club 3; Year Book Committee. Della Lamson 24 Main St., Agawam “Del “ Why should the devil have all the good rimes.” Class Treasurer 1; Class Vice-President 2; Glee Club 1-2-3-4; Operetta 3-4; Senior Play Committee; Junior Marshal; Year Book Editor; Student Council 4; French Club 4; Usher 3. Page Ten

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CLASS HISTORY Characters King Tut Queen Tut Noah Cleopatra Nebuchadnezzar Scene: A small suburban pyramid on the modest estate of King Tut and his wife. A palm tree hedge diverts the rays of the sun from a card table in the foreground. (King Tut snoring in pyramid. Queen Tut enters) Q.T. Tuttywakeup! Wake up! Haven’t you slept long enough? Why it’s 1932 already! I’m expecting some old friends. Come now, King Tut, or I'll pull you out of your casket (Whole pyramid moves. Small door opens and King Tut sticks out head sleepily) K. T. What you want? (Tries to get out small door but is stuck) Darn it! I’ll swear that they put me in through this door. Something happened to me while I was sleeping. Q. T. King Tut if you don’t come out this minute, I’ll take your car and go down town and get a divorce! K. T. Aw, Queenie, don’t be like that, I’ll be right out. (Pyramid trembles, rises, and finally falls on its side. King Tut emerges, stretches) Oh-hum! Say Queenie! Why did you make me break my non-stop sleeping record? 0. T. (Impatiently) Will you wake up and listen to me? I’m expecting dignified company any minute now. Quick, move this piano over here. (K. T. pushes and grunts) This place is a sight! Get your old pyramid out of the way! (K. T. puffing from exertion on piano, slowly goes to his pyramid) Tutty you must hurry. What will Miss Cleopatra—? K. T. Miss Cleopatra? Oh, boy! (Seizes pyramid and gives it a generous shove) Q. T. —and Old Man Noah— K. T. That old fogy! Q. T. What would they think if the place were all mussed up? The card table is in the corner. Put it here. (K. T. unfolds table, and puts it in place while Q. T. arranged chairs). K. T. Gee whiz! You’re going to work me to the bone. Oh. tell me, has that prune Noah any matrimonial inclinations to Cleo? Q. T. King Tut! I have a good mind to leave you right now! (K. T. anxious) The idea talking that way! Q. T. Shh! Here they come. Stay here while I go to meet them. K. T. (Disappointed) Why can’t I go? (Cleo and Noah enter) Q. T. How-do-you-do, Cleopatra and you, Mr. Noah? You both look fine! K. T. I’ll say she does! How-do-you-do Cleo? (Cleo nods and smiles) N. Hi, Tut old pal! What you doing with yourself? (Looks him over) K. T. (Angrily) None of your business! Q. T. Now boys, please don’t squabble. Wouldn’t you like to play bridge? Cleo and I will be partners. N. (Good naturedly) O. K. by me. (All seated. K. T. edging close to Cleo) Q. T. (Gives Noah cards) There, Noah, you can deal. N. (Takes cards, shuffles them, deals) I used to be good at this when I was young. K. T. (Showing off before Cleo) Good! You ought to see me play poker. Why I would always— N. (Quickly) Come home in a barrel! Cleo. What funny boys! K. T. You mean him, don’t you Cleo. (Q. T. kicks his shin) () v! (Plays cards) N. You folks haven’t heard of my last world cruise in the Ark have you? Q. T. No. We gave up taking Ballyhoo last year. Page Nine

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Cleo. Oh, Noah, you must tell us about it. I’m so interested in travels. K. T. ril tell you some, sometimes Cleo. N. Well, my animals and I were tired of hearing everybody telling how Lindl ergh hopped to Paris and what a dandy ship the Graf Zeppelin was, so we tuned up the Ark for a long trip some- where. When we thought we were about there, we | eeked over the side. Q.T. (Pause) Go on Noah. K. T. He’s stuck N. I left something out, I mean I left him out. K. T. Out where? N. Nowhere! 1 just forgot to say I took along my friend Nebuchadnezzar. K. T. Took him where? N. You certainly are thick. I took him on the Ark with the rest of my animals. A'. T. Oh! N. As I was saying, we looked over the side and saw a sign on a big brick lx x, “Agawam I ligh School.’’ Cleo. How thrilling! Did they open the box, Noah? N. I was mighty interested, because I had heard a lot about that school in the “Jungle News” which circulates around my Ark. Then we stopped to listen to some kids going by. They were arguing about some football game: I reckon it was with West Springfield. One of them said “West side hasn’t a chance with Agawam! Look at who’s on our team: Benoit, Mosely, Abrams, Pond, and Mutti. Why, the Twin State League has been easy picking for them, and l esides they haven’t even been scored on this year.” The other kid was going to say something but he didn’t. Cleo. I just adore football players. K. T. Hey, Noah, how do you play? Q. T. What did you do then, Noah? N. As I said before, I was interested, so I told Nebuchadnezzar that we would hang around to find out all about the school. It wasn’t long liefore we heard their bushel-basket team was up to the M. S. C. Tournament at Amherst. Q. T. Did they make any baskets? N. You bet they did! But not enough to win the cup as they had two years before. Any- way, they won the Twin State championship right along. Cleo. Were there any nice boys on the team? N. Sure, the same Benoit and Moseley that were on the kicking team, and another chicken called “Turkey Sandwich” — no — “Nacewicz.” Pond and Charvat made good substitutes, too. The Manager of their clique was a sawed-off piece of lightning, Multi. Cleo. It must be grand to be a bushel-basket-ball player. K. T. Can you learn it by a correspondence course, Noah? N. You can if you have a mind to. (X T. Go on and tell us what else you found out. N. While I was scouting around, I bumped plumb into two high duck-in-the-mucks, called “Seniors.” Nebby and I wondered how those creatures originated. He said they must have taken gas to make them so airy but I know better. They lxdonged to the class that had histories and could trace their ancestors to the Mayflower. Cleo. Oh, Noah, you know so much. K. T. He doesn’t know a thing. Cleo; he’s just giving us a good time. X. Good time! Why you blowing bag of hot air! I’ll prove it to you1 (Goes to telephone) My pal Nebuchadnezzar is in town today looking for a first name. He’ll tell you if I’m spreading it. (calls) Hello — give me 2 Whipped Creams with straws. Please — Hi, Nebby, can you come to this place right quick? Yes, over here. Work your Model-T hard because we’re in a controversy, Tut and I. So long. Cleo. Is your boy friend good looking, Noah, dear? K. T. Not half so good as me, Cleo. I’ve seen him and he looks like a Bolshevik. Page Eleven