Agawam High School - Sachem Yearbook (Agawam, MA)

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 Shoemaker Lane, North Agawam Anthony Nacewicz “Tony “Life must be taken as it conies.” Raymond Nacewicz Westfield St., Feeding Hills “Turkey “Silence is golden.” Baseball 2-3-4; Basketball 2-3-4. Stanley Nacewicz Shoemaker Lane, North Agawam “Sian “ He is the friend for every need.” Baselxill 2-3-4; Basketlxill 2-3-4; Football 3-4; (‘«lee Club 4. Dorothy Neill 926 Springfield St., Feeding Hills “Dot “She’s a girl worth while, a girl who will smile, when everything goes dead wrong.” (dee Club 1-2-3-4; Ixitin 3-4, President, 4; Basketball 1-2-3-4; Hockey 1-2-3-4; Costume Manager of Senior Play. Everett Pond Main St., Agawam “Eb “The pleasing punishment that women bear.” Football 2-3-4: Class President 1-2-3; Student Council Treas- urer 3; Senior Play. Mabel Pooler 11 Mill St., Agawam “She was ever fair, and never proud, Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.” Entered Agawam from Commerce, October, 1931. Page Fourteen

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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

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typist, Miss Broggi. With only one year’s experience, Norma wrote sixty-two words j er minute at the contest in Worcester and won a trip to Richmond, Virginia. In her Senior year, at Greenfield she carried off first honors by typing ninety words per minute. At this contest there was another fortunate girl, Bernice Merrill who won the shorthand award. Honors indeed! N. While we are on the subject of the girls accomplishments we can mention their athletics. They gave a gymnasium exhibition last year— K. T. That sounds great! Ar. —they have played other girls’ teams in basketball, and hockey. Neb. My dear Noah, you must not forget to name the girls. (K. T. takes out small pad and writes) N. Ellen Ross, Irene Montagna, Madeline and Jennie Caruso, Dorothy Neill, Kthel Robin- son, Jennie Statkun, and Angelina Castelli. (Enter Q. T. and Cleo) Q. T. (Sees K. T. writing) King Tut! Writing in your date book! Oh! You—! (Takes it away) K. T. Aw, Queenie. N. Ladies you are just in time to hear our radio announcer broadcast the last chapter of the class history. Fire away Nebraska. Neb. Briefly, the President, Creighton Abrams; Vice-President, Rose Conte; Secretary, Norma Broggi; and money-holder, Gerald Cleary. The year was begun correctly by the addition of Vera Alvergini, Justine Healy, Norma Broggi, Abrams, Blanchard, and Swanson to the fold of the Pro Merito Society. Then the year’s activities began in earnest. First, the Senior Kid party, in which Baron P. Mutti captured the honors by his classic interpretation of the Virginia Reel; then, the operetta “Jerry of Jericho Road” whose stars were Goulet and Moseley. In the Dra- matic Club’s play, “The Valiant” the talent of Miss Alvergini, Goulet and Ferrell and Cleary was shown, not forgetting the coaching by Rose Conte and Kthel Renton. Next came the greatest production ever put on in the High School — the Senior Play, It Won’t Be Long Now.” N. Whoa, just a minute, Nebby; let your breath catch up to you. (To others) The Seniors put a lot of work and time into that play. The cast and all the faculty with the others who lent a hand ought to be praised. While the Ark was passing, my animals burst out laughing when they saw Charlie Benoit hanging the wall-paper. Cleo. Noah, did you mention the Alumni-Student dance given by the Student Council on New Year’s Eve? Anthony told me about it. K. T. Cleo, are you still stringing him along? He isn’t worth it. Q. T. King Tut, mind your own affairs! Cleo. Not long ago Anthony made me a marvelous present — nothing but a brand new Mirror, just off the press. N. Yes, the Mirror is a reflection of what is done in school. The staff works hard to make it successful or they are good counterfeiters. Well, alxmt this time our hippopotamus caught cold and I couldn’t watch the Seniors as they passed from school life, because I had to keep feeding him cough drops. Neb. I can testify that those Seniors went at terrific speed to complete their duties before the year closed. School work, jx sing for pictures at Bosworth’s, constructing the Year-Book, and having their Banquet. Really, a jolly busy group, I say. K. T. Oh, Nebby old pal, did you mention a banquet? An honest-to-goodness banquet? Q. T. That is what I heard him say. Didn’t lie, Cleo? Cleo. I agree with you entirely Queenie. K. T. Banquets always sounded g xxl to me, so Noah, old clam, I’ll treat you and the rest at the nearest hot dog stand! Let’s go! CURTAIN JOSEPHINE LUCCARDI KENNETH BLANCHARD ERNEST SWANSON Page Fifteen