Cambridge Academy - Yearling Yearbook (Cambridge, MA)

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Will We of the Class of 1957 bequeath the following: Fredda Norton's car ...................................................................... Marie Onorati Joe Ans1n's lunchbox .......................... Joan Berkett's voice ................... Steve Brockman's discharge .................. Ruth Cantor's sun glasses .......................... Don Crumb's bottle of formaldehyde ........ Jim Fine's crutches ................................. Brenda Wasson's long hair ................ J .......... Dorothy Krasker's psychology books Judie March's kneesocks .......................... Pete Kleinberg's gas line ...................... Stan Goldberg's serene nature ..... Jerry Hershenson's jacket ........ Jack Maister's sweaters ............ Jim O'Connor's auto supply ........... Dave Regamey's cowboy hat ........... Jeff Kowal's sarcastic remarks ........ Ed Homer's friendly smile ............ Deverie Crumb's hip boots ............ Ira Kaye's cooperative attitude ....... Carol Levi's famous trips ............. Tom Nardone's camera ....... Herby Karp's pipe ......................... .......Barry Clayton ........Mimi Geneske ...........Jon Gellar ...........Sandy Olson .......Joe Palmisano .......Kenny Weiner ...........Susan Wasson .......Arlene Kubitsky .............Pat Brogna .......Burt Weisman .......Steve Sesser ............Peter Rowe ............Gary Kramer .......Clayton Peabody .............Pete Hayes .......Ken Spaulding Krass .......Angelo Mastrorillo ..............Mark Tondel .............Richy Rose ..............Steve Fagan ........Leonard Jeffrey Millie F1nch's tall tales ........................... .............. I ona Weisburg Dolores Laven's extra milk ........................ .............. M artha Whetton Alice Kaplan's pleas for a ride home ............ ......... H arriette Weisberg Carlo Vannicola's mathematical mind .......... .......... C layton Peabody Pete Ottaviano's muscles ........................... ........ W ayne Peabody Wilma Schwartz's laugh ........................ Ann Taitelbaum's smile ............ . ....... ..............Lois Sobell ............Irene Karas Herby Weiner's crew cut .................... ................ P at Brogna Dave Rogovin's ivy league look ........ ........ W illiam Howard Earl Smith's P.E.S. club ..................... ................... E d Currie Barry Savage's pleas for a lunch ......... .......... B ruce Sampson Sue LBVl,S wit ................................... Tom Kilkelly's quiet nature .......... ........Arlene Tarmy ..........John Fallwell

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Lest we forget, the Dramatic Club presented a play, Best Foot Forward. This play was a smash hit. After the award of another summer vacation presumably be- cause of our strenuous academic pursuits, we arrived back again at C. A. As Juniors, we now felt even more that we knew all the answers, thinking that we were going to teach the world a few tricks before very long. This delusion quickly erased, we were soon taking our first set of exams. At their conclusion, we attended our annual Christmas Dinner Dance, and once more we were thrilled with the proceedings. After much belabored but enjoyable practice, the Dramatic Club enacted Wherever She May Roam. This play was labeled as one of the best plays ever produced at C. A. The Junior year seemed to pass very quickly because we were carefully deciding upon a vocation for life. College Boards also occupied much of our time. Finally, after withstanding the onslaught of studie-s, we brought the year to a climax with the annual Prom. At last, as we started the trek of our Hnal year at C. A. our goal seemed to be nearing. The studies became unbearable, partly because of our anxiety to graduate, and partly because most of us had been accepted by one college or another. Although our atten- tion was divided, the Drama Club surpassed themselves by staging two plays- Professor! How Could You? and Twelve Angry Men. The annual Christmas Dinner Dance was fabulous, as was our cherished Senior Prom. Finally our goal was attained. We were awarded our sheepskins on June third, and we set onward to pursue our vocations. Before we leave we wish to express our deepest gratitude and heartfelt thanks to Dr. and Mrs. Aiello for the line job that they have done in developing our characters. We also wish to thank our instructors. As we set out on the brink of life, we shall always bear in mind those principles that were instilled at Cambridge Academy.

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Class Prophecy YEAR: 1970 PLACE: Boston, Mass. OCCASION: State Fair My name is KOWAL-I'm a cop. 11:05 A.M. I received a call from headquarters. It was Sergeant STEVE BROCKMAN, who reported that the Hope Diamond had been stolen from the exhibition at the State Fair. I buzzed a call to Lieutenant HERBIE WEINER to rev up his hot cruiser. With siren wailing, we reached the exposition grounds. I ambled up to the gate, where master ticket collector, IRA KAYE, asked for my ticket. I showed him my I.D. and he let me in. I was immediately attracted to the display of bathing suits modeled by MILLIE FINCH and JOANNE BER- KETT and designed by FREDDA NORTON. Reluctantly, I tore myself away because I'm a cop and had a job to do. In my haste I bumped into a soldier. Much to my surprise, it was PETER KLEINBERG sporting stars on each shoulder. Pete told me not to miss the osmotic education exhibit perfected by Doctors CAROL LEVI and CARLO VANNICOLA. As I reached the booth, I noticed Berlitz experts BRENDA WASSON and TOM NAIRDONE teaching STAN GOLDBERG how to speak the King's Eng- is . Coming out of my surprise and distracted daze, I turned around and directed myself due north, heading straight for the diamond exhibit. As I arrived, I noticed gemologist EARL SMITH lecturing on diamonds and other precious stones. I turned up my badge and he showed me into his cfiice. He gave me a fair description of the robber-5'6 , red hair, about 30, and wearing sunglasses. Earl said he was smoking a pipe and wearing gloves. Well, I thanked Earl, did an about face, and started for the 'phone booth, for this case was bigger than I could handle. Unfortunately, the booth was occupied by DOROTHY KRASKER. Finally, Dorothy emerged from the booth and I stepped in, dropped in a Roosevelt dime, series D, and dialed headquarters. I asked the operator to put me through to Dapper DAVE REGAMEY. Almost immediately, Dave picked up the 'phone. I told him to get down here on the double. Dave-o said he would be down in a second, as soon as his car was returned from one of BARRY SAVAGE'S garages, where master mechanic, JERRY HERSHENSON had supervised the overhauling of it. I hung up the 'phone and checked my watch-12 :03. I proceeded to the east entrance and, while waiting, I heard the sounds of soft music. There was a goateed JACK MAISTER with his velvet-toned trumpet accompanied by RUTHIE CANTOR behind a baby grand. Jackie's and Ruth's music was being amplified by DAVE ROGOVIN'S DB-130 Bogen amplifier. . Dave-o promptly arrived on the scene. With hats tilted thirty-seven- and-one-half degrees, we slipped Webster Baby Cigars between our teeth and set out to crack this case wide open. We noticed JIM FINE being car- ried out of the hockey arena on a stretcher by DONNY CRUMB. We asked WILMA SCHWARTZ, the nurse who was applying first aid, what had hap- pened. She told us that Jim had been struck on the head by a puck lifted by PETE OTTAVIANO. Jim was lifted into the waiting ambulance driven by none other than JIMMY THE JUKE BOX O'CONNOR. He showed us he had lost none of the driving finesse he had once possessed in high school. The ambulance left in a cloud of dust with its siren wailing. We went over to the Bella Pizzerette counter where ANN TAITELBAUM was peddling her pizzas. We bought a couple and asked her if she had seen a man answer- ing the description of the robber. She said that she had seen such a man near SUE LEVI'S atomic navy survival exhibit. We quickened our pace, for we knew we were hot on the trail. We saw the suspected man in the middle ogotgie crowd. We immediately apprehended him and slapped him with a Much to our amazement it was HERBY KARP. We asked him about the diamond. He was amazed and very much hurt to think that he was under suspicion. He also told us that he and his secretary, DEV CRUMB, had seen the diamond at the exhibit just a moment ago. On our way to the scene, Herby explained to us that it would have been impossible for him to steal the diamond because his last patient, DOLORES LAVEN, the for- eign diplomat, had left his oiiice at 11:30. We walked by JOE ANSIN 'S revolutionary textile exhibit. Joe was being interviewed by JUDIE MARCH, fashion editor of The Textile Monthly . We once again spoke to Earl and he informed us that the diamond had been replaced in the same perplexing manner it had disappeared. I asked Earl if the diamond had been inspected- by an expert in order to insure that it was the original diamond which had been returned. He assured us that the diamond had been examined and proved genuine by another noted jewel authority, ED HOMER. We skipped out of the fair, got a shoe shine, and headed for TOM KILKELLY'S Bar and Grill. Tom greeted us with the usual, Have a rough diy bloys ? - No rougher than our days at C. A., Tom. Right, Dave ? - ll t.!9