Agawam High School - Sachem Yearbook (Agawam, MA)

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Josephine Luccardi 60 Highland Ave., North Agawam “Jo” “Courteous, though coy, and gentle, though retired. Typewriting and Shorthand Contest 4: ('.lee Club 2-3-4; Dramatic Club 2-3-4; French Club 3; Usher 4; ('lass History. Carlson Martyny Line St., I-eeding Hills “Fat” “Good nature and weight are seemingly inseparable companions. Hi-Y Club 2-3-4. Bernice Merrill Agawam “Bunny” “I learn my lessons to please myself.” Shorthand Contest 3-4; ('.lee Club 1-2-4; Usher 4. Irene Montagna 11 Highland Ave., No. Agawam “Retie” “Good nature is worth more than knowledge, more than money to those 'who possess it.” Alpha Beta Gamma; Glee Club 1-2-3-4; Dramatic Club 2; Shorthand Contest 4; Basketball 3-4; Hockey 4; Usher 4. Walter Moseley 855 Main St., Agawam “Seth” “Dark places hold no terrors for him.” Filtered Agawam in 1029. Basketl»ull 2«3a4?4£pOtball 2-3-4; Operetta 4: Dramatic Club 2: The Agawam Mhiror Sj flT 4; President of Athletic Association 4 ; Class Will. s Primo Mutti 81 High-Su, North Agawam “Squeaks” “My idea of an agreeable person is a person who agrees with me.” Football 3-4; Basketball Manager 4; Hi-Y 3-4; Glee Club 3-4; ('lass Treasurer 3; Senior Play; ('lass Gifts. )?l r 'A Page Twelve

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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

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Q.T. I hear someone coming. Tut, tut! N. I’ll just bet your last cent that’s him already. Xebbv was always a fast man. (Knter Neb.) Hi-lo again Nebby old nut. Neb. Nebraska Nebuchadnezzar, please sir. N. Oh! It’s Nebraska. (Neb. sits) Folks, this is my bunk-mate, Nebby, 1 was telling you about a piece back. K. T. Sit down, Nebby. He’s your bunk-mate all right. N. Nebby, that mummy says we’ve never l een to Agawam. You tell him. Neb. You’re jolly well right, dear fellow. N. And discovered the Seniors were diseased with history? Neb. By Jove, nothing could be more evident. K. T. All right; we’ll say you were at Agawam. W hat is their history? Cleo. Yes, you must tell us, Nebby dear. Neb. Nebuchadnezzar, please madam. N. Come on Nebraska. Neb. Well, sir, the president of— Q. T. President? Cleo, I think we will let the men talk politics alone. Anyway I want to show some of my new spring hats, just from Paris. Come (K. T. groans loudly; they exit) K. T. That’s where my money goes. N. Hurray! Now we’re free! Come on, you living whisk-broom, tell Tut about the Fresh- man class officers. Neb. Well sir, the president was Everett Pond, his assistant, Ruth Skinner, the treasurer, Della Lam son. and the secretary Rose Conte. 1 thank you. N. You’re welcome all right. Tut, that year the Semaphore class gave the Fresh-kids a Hallowe’en Party and had planned to initiate them but their feet got cold. Winter came early that year. (Laugh) K. T. There were more Freshmen than Sophomores weren’t there? I suppose you could handle two full grown men by yourself! N. Sure! You just step up here. Neb. Gentlemen, please desist. N. Go ahead Nebby, give us the dope on their Semaphore and J unior officers Neb. To begin with, sir, the Sophomores— N. The Semaphores! Neb. —the Semaphores were parked in Miss Lilly’s and Miss Phealan’s rooms. The honorable Mr. Pond was reelected president as he was the next year. His noble assistants were Della Lamson and Vera Alvergini, respectively. Eleanor Samble was his secretary and Alfred Goulet his treas- urer in the Semaphore year. When Juniors, Lady Conte and Lord Mutti occupied the offices of secretary and treasurer. N. Great, Nebraska, great! You’ll make a corking secretary for the League of Nations. Eh, Tut? K. T. Of course, some people can gab and gab like the politicians in the U. S. N. What do you know about the I . S.? If you ever went there— Neb. Gentlemen, I presume you to be straying. Lord Noah please do inform his Highness of the annual Junior Promenade. N. Everyone plumb enjoyed themselves dancing, drinking punch, and hiding in the dark. Before they did this the Juniors had one great time decorating the hall as an old-fashioned garden. They just about drove their treasurer, Mutti, loco by a-pestering him to buy this and get that, (laughs) Oh. I forgot to say how hard their home room teacher. Miss Miller, worked for them. K. T. All for one night? Noah, old man, you’re not the only poor fish in this world. Neb. Sirs, it would be a jolly shame not to mention the great honors reaped by the excellent Page Thirteen