Amherst Regional High School - Goldbug Yearbook (Amherst, MA)

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luncneon Myrt Warner had been made principal of a s hool of domestic science and ennie Adamski Anne Savisky Edith Miller and Marion LaClaire were teaching on her faculty Under their general supervision several housewives Rose Plichta Christine Woodard Shirley Ball and Mary Flebut went to work Shirl y Fairchild and Leona Toczydlowski were still bossing things so they went to the rockets to bring out the food hampers Tessie Qlkowski Rosamund Burrows and Bunny Watson now ' tn ,J ' P , c. s J s 9 s 1 . 0 , 9 9 IJ a J ' 0 J Q! 7, . , , 9 . , 9 I I I E E1 I n nr P, 'S at me :n to .id ne led iid nl' gin an 'en. ny'- md kell fcrc rhf Ind xp ren. rhf nill' JCC' hula. new Lin? j 100 j100n - 1 '1' C5 happily married took out a number of picnic paper table cloths and napkins which immediately sailed off over their heads while Luna laughed languidly. You should have brought lead ones, she said. Nothing so light as paper will stay on this spheref' As one of the table cloths floated close by we could see the name t'Newell emblazoned in great gilt letters on the wrapper. We overwhelmed 'tHammy with questions and with a modest blush he told us he had bought out the Dennison Printing Company. , Dot,' Spencer, a modern Betty Crocker, took out of her basket a beautiful twelve-egg angel cake which rose immediately in the thin air. Dick,' Graves Qnow enjoying all the ice cream he wants, because he's in the business with UVic Patnaudej , took a huge bite as the cake sailed near his mouth and Hazel Warner, now one of the greatest horeswomen in America, boxed his ears just as she used to in the good old days. About this time everybody began to realize how much lighter he was on his feet, and Archie,' Lauder suggested a dance. No sooner said than done, Stell,' Maisner and George Fotos got out their fiddles. fWho would have thought such famous artists would play in a jazz orchestra?j But wonders never cease. Dave', VanMeter, the jazz king of America, got out his bass, and Phil,, Smith, though leader of the New York Philharmonic, hadn't forgotten how to swing itf' No orchestra is complete without the drums, and ours were played with great skill by Bob Jones, the former Amherst High swing drummer, now a famous tympani player in Phil's orchestra. Mary Moore, the famous concert pianist of Europe and the United States, condescended to jazz with our temporary orchestra. Marcus, now the head of a large chain of drug stores, still remembered how to play his fiddle, and volunteered to help out t'Stell and George, with 'tBi11,' Shumway right on his heels, tenderly carrying his famous Stradivarius. Look who,s coming! Donn Sherman and Jimmie Millar! UDon, who had succeeded Fred MacMurray on the screen, had his sax, and 'tjimmien had his horn ready to play his new interpretation of the Music Goes Round and ,Roundu for which he is now in the upper ranks. With these artists of renown, the orchestra had a good start and soon we were dancing gaily. If you,ve never danced on the moon, you've missed a sensation. Those little saucerlike areas are really quite big when you,re in one, and this small party of one hundred or so seemed lost in even the smallest of them all. Some of the ladies were wearing sandals, a new creation designed by Vi Benjamin, and the little sharp stones in the impromptu ballroom worked under the soles of their shoes, so that Cathy', Boguslawski and Margaret Clarke had to stop every few minutes to shake out the pebbles. Verone Wziontka, Deen Bukoski, and Anna Hutson, who have become very sedate, now seemed shocked at the way in which Martha Stifler and Ruth Cambridge flirted with the men. There were other annoyances, too, during the dance. Marjorie Crossman, Sophie Hanieski, and Irene Karpinski, trained nurses by profession, were busy extracting asteroid cinders that had flown into the beautiful eyes of Bee Critchett, a Broadway star. When the explorers returned, Dud,' Irwin reported that Marg Shaw had spent most of the time smoothing the manes of Luna's two horses while Lloyd Hubbard took especial delight in sketching those beautiful beasts for his animal collection. Betty Bascom was disappointed because sheid found no silver on the moon. Parker Hubbard laughed at her as husbands generally do. You,ve been reading poetry, he said, and one can never believe that stufff' Paul Johnson, who down on earth had been collecting queer stones for years, appeared with a bushel or so of oddly shaped nuggets and dumped them at the feet of Andrew Warner, his fellow geologist. 29

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1 I CLASS PROPHEOY ON THE MOON The Man in the M0071 stroked his pearly gray whiskers and gazed earthward. For two years, as we understand time, rocket ships had been flying between the earth and her satellite. Einstein, the physicist, had proved that the moon, instead of being a cold pile of stone, moving around the earth every twenty-seven and one-third days, was, in reality, a veritable Garden of Eden with a glamorous atmosphere. The face', it had always turned towards the earth was only a false drop, let down to fool real estate prospectors who might want to stake claims and set up sub-divisions for land auction sales. Or, too, this face of the moon might have been a measure of protection against colonizing nations like Japan and Italy. But whatever the reasons for the deceptive appearance of the moon, the Man in the Moon was looking out into space. It couldn't be called an empty space, for there were a lot of little asteroids flying around, but he was looking down, or was it up, through space? What he saw appeared to be an illuminated 'ldaisy chainv swinging this way and that in his sky. It was weaving and wheeling about in a most fantastic manner, as if a crazy football team had just won a game and, having pulled up the goal posts, was staging a show on the gridiron. The Man in the Moon had seen many comets, and some of them had been almost close enough to singe his pearly gray whiskers. Ulf that is a comet, said he to himself, the thing's intoxicated. He kept his eye on the moving objects with the aid of a great pair of binoculars, and he soon made out the red-white-and-blue color scheme of the great U. S. A.-Earth. Being a sedate old character, not given to garrulous outbursts, he quietly turned to Luna and observed: Here they comef' Who comes?', asked Luna. And the Man in the Moon, instead of burning her up with a sharp reply, said softly: t'The 1937 class of the Amherst High School. This is their twentieth anni- versary and they're celebrating in Crater Park on the Sunnyside. Before the Man in the Moon had time to draw another breath, the rockets began to arrive. The first one Cyou may be surej to land gracefully on that piece of green cheese and unload its freight of chanting men and women, along with their children, was the ship piloted by co-pilots John Yokubaitis and John Wroblewski. Accompany- ing these world-famed fliers were James Davis and Alec Hrynyshyn, mechanic and radio man, respectively. It's queer how habits will stick. These fellows, Irving Haskell and Karl Dihlmann, of the great Shutesbury Lumber Concern, in their forties were kids again and behaving just as they used to in Room 6, shouting and clapping on the back their old pals, Charlie Gervickas, the chemistry research authority, who had just discovered another element, and John Demko, the writer of School-Boy Jottingsn for the Springfield Republican. Other rockets had landed, 1-2-3-4-S-6. In all, ten. In that Hrst one had come some fine-looking ladies. Among them, one with the physique and spirit of an Amazon-yes-Ruth Kennedy. She shoved aside impatiently poor little Frank Page, George McLaughlin, and Stanley Kiselewski, three quiet, peace- ful little men who, we suspect, are ruled at home by their wives. Well, after a while, they were all ashore-or all amoon-with a complete equipment of lunch baskets, thermos bottles, pillows, and blankets. Quite a crowd, said the Man in the Moon, and some pretty nice-looking girlsf, as he winked slyly at Edu O'Brien, but, wonder of wonders, Ed,' had been too busily occupied with his great engineering feats to worry much about the ladies. Cornelius Slack, Lester Buckman, and Bob Bosworth had been studying moon geography and they offered to be the guides for any who wished to explore the caves and caverns on the moon, while the more domesticated stayed to prepare the community -mggii Egg..-

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What are you going to do with that junk?', laughed Dave Harris, a cynical coal company owner. V l could answer, a most peculiar motion of the moon scattered the Before Pau G 'unk and poor Paul had to scurry around after it. Just then, Harold rHawley, Paul 'Thibhdo Eddie Pelis, and Albert Gwen, entomologists of the famous t'Bug-in-the-Rug tann Waskiewicz and t'Joe Raskevitz, coming back, after spending some time looking for lunatics, a kind of wood louse found under the bark of moon trees, happened to gaze off into space and Eddie exclaimed, t'Look, see that enormous white disk! Three times the size of the moon! Q'What can it be? asked Wendell Brown, a philatilist Of FCDOWH- Fred Guyott, still the wise-guy, replied, Why, that's our own earth, 'nit-wit,, and if youill look over to the right, you'll see coming into view a smaller object whose rays are going to make it too hot for comfort. We'd better get back to the ships or roast heref, The Thornton trumpet, at this instant, announced, Dinner.,' There was a l shade where the contents of the picnic baskets had been 3 laboratories, owned by S general scramble to the coo spread in grand array. Helen Flint and Betty Slocombe, caterers of renown, had planned the feast, and it was indeed a grand one. The matronly ladies, used to waiting on their men- folks at home, started to serve the reunion banquet. Helen Johnson, Gertrude Comings, Bertha Strong, and Barbara Tiffany passed sandwiches to the ravenous crowd. Anna Zimnoski, Helen Wroblewski, Sophie Waskiewicz, and Anna Snicker were assigned to pouring iced tea and coffee. Even the efficient secretaries, Helen Warner, Dorothy Martin, Althea Turner, and Helen Sabelowski did their little part by serving pickles, sugar and cream, and olives. The pies, cakes, and ice cream came last. The ice cream was extremely delicious, made from Jersey cream from the Stedman-Miller Dairy Farm. The dainty pastry creations were served by Evelyn Weaver, Josephine Silvonic, Genevieve Matusko, and Hilda Scarborough. t'Let's get out of this scorching heat, cried Helen Adriance, and with one accord, and a great clatter of dishes and silverware, everyone tried to help repack the hampers. When this was done, a business meeting was called and Dorothy Shampo, Secretary of the Alumni Association, read the minutes of the last hilarious reunion, held under the ubig topv of the Guyott-Hawthorne Circus. After the report, reels of movies of that same reunion, taken by none other than Patheas great photographer, Archie Strong, were shown us, and we had a great time laughing at ourselves and each other. There being no business forth-coming, we adjourned to explore our newly acquainted playground. When, finally, the company returned to the ships for the trip back to earth again, the fortune hunters had various objects to take back with them: Mary Bennas had a moonstoneg Louise Bixby had a starfishg Frances Darling had what appeared to be a moonbeam. Frances Richardson and Jennie Paradise between them were carrying a great slab of slate upon which they were going to give tap tancing exhibitions when they got back to earth. Luna told them it would take six men to unload it, when once they were back in the earth's atmosphere. As the ladies were leaving, the Man in the Moon kissed Connie Nestle good-bye and made Phil Hastings jealous. Weive had a swell time, everybody told him. He only laughed and continued to stroke his pearly gray whiskers. He stood there gazing earthward as the swift moving rocket ships slipped silently out into space. ' I l Ucfime, Gladys, get upli' my mother called, t'It's seven o'clock, and your class is having its Hrst reunion picnic at Mount Tom todayf, ' GLADYS ARCHIBALD, Prophetess. Commizfteez LLOYD HUBBARD, BARBARA CRITCHETT. -'eil 30 lie'-