Boston College High School - Forbian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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THE FORBIAN

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THE FORBIAN iiiemiiaieafeileiiaikeiewilamele nd what of the days to come 'P A colowfful plum:-taey 'Il ? ittC7'If by the Ula-ss clrc-aww' JESSE JAMES I watched the boys of 4 B as they tripped forth from the dear old school tit began at 9 o'clock, so they sayj each carrying his di- ploma. A little wistfully perhaps. I marked t.he child Facey, who had received as a graduation gift, a silver-plated bib from the class. Hiding i11 a. covert on James Street was Austie munching a banana, while Carey was frantically retrieving hirsute appendage he had shed during the 11igl1t. In happy groups-they were all departing sing- ing joyous Songs of freedom, breathing heavy sighs of relief. I turned my eyes to the stars, But whatf' thought I, what -o-f the days to 97 come? Like a flash Old Father Time ceased his merry jaunt and came to unwind for me tl1e future days. Before the vast vistas of success a11d fame he opened to me my spirit quailed. It was dim and vague andlyet I saw+ I I Q Yes! there was Cahill in the plumbing business! A perfectly natural pursuit for Joe. He always spoke tluidly and forgot things. As I marked lliln he was returning to his shop to get a bl-ow torcl1. I think Scolpo needed a shave. For friend Louie's shop was adjacent to Joe's. and a large sign hung over' the door, Louis Scolponetti- Macaroni Maker de Luxe? At t.l1at moment J. Austin rode by in his big Rolls-Royce. l always had a feeling l1e would make a good chauffeur. He tired easily, made a lot of brakes, and was always gassing. Allan McCar- thy sat in the rear. Methjnks Revere's open coast. offered wonderful opportunities for a bootleggerg no wonder Allan has the dough! Now Gil and Austie came by on their ice-wagon. They always teamed up well. Gil's voice is just grand-for an iceman. Austie was always a bit. of a gambler and I chuckled when I saw that he was still following the horses. I Saw Dave Hunter and friend Mul i11 a crowd on the corner. In fact they were the cause of the crowd. They were selling hair- t-onic and talking as fast as they could. Below them on a. platform, surrounded by tl1e gaping crowd, was a huge bottle of John Higgins' Famous Hair-Grower-Guaranteed to Make a Cocoanut Out of a

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THE FORBIAN Billiard Ball, and two live models. Frank Carey represented Be- fore Usingj' and 1ny old friend Andy,' O'Reilly was 42-Xfter Using. Quite apt and ingenious, I thought. John Fitz and Andy Ochs, t.he two prosperous owners of the Uphams Corner Market, Inc., Ltd., passed into the sanctum of their office and held a heated discussion as to whether or not the half-sour cranberries should be placed on sale at a slashing reduction. Instead their business sense won out and summoning VVarren, their office boy, they told him to raise the price three cents on the quart. Heart- less profiteersl Ray Hanlon and John Hartnett came walking along, bea.u1.iful and resplendent in their knickers. They had given up in despair their futile attempt to secure pants l-ong enough. -They were followed by a troop of children who were begging forone of their stockings to hang up for Santa Claus. Santa proved to be none other than Hap Vllard! VVasn,t he built great for a Santa? John and Ray worked for the Elevated, inspecting trolley wires. Pug Flynn, the Fighting Cop, when I saw him, had just arrested Cha.rlie La France who was trying to crash the gates at Fenway Park. Poor Charlie! He had gone from bad to worse and from worse- to College! John Elias Quinn was playing the outder garden for the Sox at the time. Though playing for twenty years he still hopes to make a hit. But he never will against Frank Deevy, the demon moundsman and pride of the Phillies. Joe Shanahan was in Keith's Vaudeville doing his two turns daily. He was billed as Professor Shanahan, Houdini's Protege. Joe had so-much practice getting out of jug that hand-cuffs and straight- jackets came easy in later life. On the same bill with Joe was that ini1nita.ble monologue artist, the comedy hit of the season, Joe Fitz- gerald. Passing a towering office building I noticed f'Kearns and Sugh- rue, Master Movers, rolling up before its gilded doors in one of their huge vans. VVho would ever think theytd go into the trucking business? 'They set about rolling huge bundles into the building and Old Father Time informed 1ne it was Billy Flynnis salary. You see Bill, after leaving school, wrote a really intelligible translation of the H-omer and now he lives handsomely on the royalties garnered during the sale of his laudable work. I sa.w Frank Kennedy using one 'of them. He was still vainly trying to make up that one day of class he missed. y Then Old Father Time handed me- a huge book which bore the inscription, 'tCity Directory, 19-453' Running through its lengthy pages I read as follows: