Agawam High School - Sachem Yearbook (Agawam, MA)

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Lavinia Raisbeck Suffielcl, Conn. “Viri' The very room she was in, seemed warm Jrom floor to cetlittg.” ('.lee Club 1-2-3-4; Operetta 2-3-4: Hockey 1-2; Junior Mar- shal: Basketball 1-2; Senior Class Color Committee; ('lass Prophecy: French Club 2; Dramatic Club. Ethel Renton 308 Westfield St., Feeding Hills “Billy Modesty, thy name is Billy.” Glee Club 2-3-4; Basketball 1-2-3; Hockey 1-2-3-4; Dramatic Club 2-3-4, Property Manager 2, Vice-President 3, Treasurer 4; Student Council 1-3, Vice-President, 3; Usher 3-4. Ethel Robinson Xorthwood St., Feeding Hills “Et “She agrees to differ.” (•lee Club 3-4; College Club 1; Hockey 1-2-3-4; Dramatic Club 2-3 4; Usher 3; Senior Play Publicity and Costume Manager. Ellen Ross 106 Moore St., North Agawam “Chi pie “ Her words were full of jest and youth) ul jollity.” Glee Club 1-3-4; Dramatic Club 2-3-4; Katin Club 3-4; Bas- ketball 2-3-4; Captain, 4; Hockey 2-3 4; Senior Play. Marjorie Secord 622 Main St., Agawam “Marg “Fair and soft goes forth.” Glee Club 4; Art Club 2. Helen Squire 666 Main St., Agawam “Spots Ah, I am stabbed with laughter.” The Agawam Mirror Stall 1-2; Glee Club 1-2-4. Page Sixteen

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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

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CLASS WILL We, the class of 1932, having come to the end of our scholastic rope, find it necessary to dis- solve the scholarly bonds which for so many years have connected ns with every misdeed occurring within the halls of the Agawam High School, and hereby solemnly declare our independence of the shackles of pedagogical tyranny, leaving to our several victims, the disconsolate faculty, traces of our manly fortitude and womanly virtue, having survived the terrible tax imposed upon our brains during the four years of toil under the flag of the Agawam High School. To the Town of Agawam: Our everlasting pride in its High School — our Alma Mater. To Mr. Phelps: Our sincere appreciation for the many privileges enjoyed during our High School career. To Mr. Williams: Another chance to coach a play so efficiently as he has “It Won’t Be Long Now' To the Faculty: A lively interest in the development of another Senior (Mass as faultless and remarkable as our own. To Miss Lilly: An authorized bulletin explaining “Why Seniors Must Study Burke and Appre- ciate Him. To Miss W ard: A history class Economics expert to take Cleary’s place next year. To the J uniors: The long-awaited chance to wear the Seniors’ high hats. To the Sophomores: A group of financial exj erts to manage the class’s assets and liabilities. To the Freshmen: Another year with which to banish their shyness, (it they have any.) To Vincent Cirillo: Primo Mutti's verbosity. To Beulah Rivers: Our sincere hope that her voice won’t change during the summer months. To Elsie Johnson: A beauty parlor to furnish with the equipment she has in her desk. To Dorothy Geoffrion: Phyllis Jewett ’s eccentricities. To Charles I lamblen: A make-up set to hide the pencil-marks on his face. This is to be applied after each period. To Blanche Couture: 'Pen nights in each week so that she will be able to keep all of her dates. To Dorothy Brown: A boy friend from among her own classmates so she won’t be lonesome next year. To Leonard Belcher: An original wise-crack for use in French Class. To Irma Soper: Someone who will really appreciate those eyes. To Mary Tatro: A more sympathetic sister — one who won’t go home with a daily report. To Stanley Savage: A little more faith in his fellow men. To Madeline Haynes: A permanent position as French tutor among her classmates. To Helen I )onaldson: A leash so she can keep track of a certain graduate. To Barbara Halladay: The right to share her knowledge of Second-year Algebra with some of the less fortunate students. To Celia Grasso: Some of Ethel Robinson’s self-assurance so that she won’t be afraid to make herself heard. To Anna Piazzo: A standing order of eggs at Hastings’ farm. Then she’ll have plenty of material with which to make more remarkable caricatures of her classmates. To Josephine Penna: Madeline Caruso’s impishness to put one over on those presumptuous Sophomores. To Eleanor Wright: Our Thelma’s knowledge that she’s always “Wright until married. To Rose Pedulia: A clock that always runs slow so she can catch up with her homework. To Alice Scherpa: A love charm to enhance her fascination for a certain well-known Junior boy. To Josephine Tronconi: An opportunity to serenade her gentleman classmates with her spunky banjo. To Robert Johnston: One of Miss Button’s visionary thought-control machines attached to his chair to herd his thoughts when they’ve gone wool-gathering. To Alfred Davis: Ernest Swanson’s droll expression to match his own sparkling wit. Page Seventeen