Canton High School - Echo Yearbook (Canton, MA)

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MTHE HgO g W gg M23 While we are on the subject of talking, did you notice that flag-pole just outside the building, Paul Rogers has at last reached the top of the pole and is having a friendly chat with those other talkative boys, Angus Mackiernan and Carlton Reed. What are those people doing? Well, they are our biggest attraction. Hertha Schmieder, Charlotte Briggs, Bernardine McAteer, Tom McDon- nell, and Oscar Stone have developed the most amazing sign language. With their ears stuffed with cotton they pass away the hours, talking over events in their own inimitable way. On the other side, Fred Plant and Bud Reed, the noisest boys, are con- tinually arguing, and they have Hnally reached a very momentous de- cision. Those two book worms have decided that English and History were the best-liked and English His- tory as the most disliked. To settle this question, we had to call in the two cleverest members of the class, Sam-my Swardlick and Jimmy Stevenson. They decided that study- ing was not good for the class any- way. Its favorite hobby and pastime was arguing. About what? Well, just stay around awhile. There's Charlie Dudley and Roger Hinds trying to outdo each other in a sartorial way. With them, Mabel Baldwin, lone Wile, and Agnes Hor- gan are dressed up like Mrs. Astor's Horse. Those young people certainly learned how to dress well. When we started this show it al- most caused our two most efficient members, Sammy Swardlick and Edna Gibson, to have a nervous breakdown. It was not lack of talent that caused so much worry because Charlotte Spintig, Agnes Horgan, Jerry Kelleher, and Vinky Lutkus were all awfully good sports in mak- ing it a success. But, there were those two chiselers, Eva Chops and John Cleveland, hanging around. Then, too, Jimmy Rowe and Helen Carlson would not accept any respon- sibility. .Another element always seems to follow the circus in the spring. Well, this spring the fancy of Charlotte Spintig, Mildred Kelliher, Jerry Kel- leher, and Tommy Finn lightly turned to love. We almost did not have a show with those Casanovias and Juliets around. Well, that's the way it goes. Well, folks, the show is over. Your statistician has spent many hours in arranging this data from your re- corded votes, with Dorothy Aylward's assistance. She solemnly swears that each oliice was filled according to ycur wishes and has told the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Charlotte Spintig PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1936 With the aid and assistance of my honorable UD colleague, the one and only John Albert Shauno Collins, Jr., I have attempted to foretell the future of our many classmates with whom we have associated during our four years in high school. After John and I graduated, we, of course, spent a good deal of our three months' vacation together, but when the vacation was over, we came to the parting of the ways. John left for Holy Cross, where he hoped to spend four years and then receive his degree. In his high school years John had been a good fielding first baseman but had not been an exceptional hitter. However, John seemed to be an inspired player at Holy Cross, batting for an aver- age of .468 in his fresh-man year, and continuing his amazing hitting, he was elected captain in his fourth yea1'. Our friend, Shauno, the great, received many olfers from big league clubs but refused to accept any. Now the scene changes to my own doings in the next four years. After graduation I spent my first few months at Plymouth Rubber Acad- emy, but tired of the position and decided to become a knight of the road. Fortunately, however, I received an offer to go to Africa in search of

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22 THEECHO designed new wearing apparel, won- derfully becoming to each one's indi- vidual style. But even Adrian had difiiculty in choosing hats for Estelle and Eleanor Mullin. Their heads seemed to have grown out of propor- tion during their Senior year. A few boys have had diliiculty too. They bought new hats, now they don't seem to fit, so they found a bar- ber who thinks that by frequent trimmings Junior Winslow, Harvey Robinson, and Charlie Dudley can even swap chapeaux once in a while. Mothers are funny! When we were very young, some mothers hated to send us to those awful schools and kept us tied to their strings. Others think they have the makings of a child protege and send their little darlings to school as soon as they get over their baby talk. Well, Jerry Kelleher our oldest member and Eva Chops our youngest member were the victims. Well, to get back to our show, a special midnight performance was suggested by our night owls, George Gibson, Billy Kelleher, Eva Chops, and Estelle Kaufman. The bright sun bothers their eyes. Charlie Gibson has a tent, hidden away from the eyes of all females. He belongs to the Bachelor Club be- cause, he says. After my experiences in the Senior Play with a ready-made family, I decided to be alone. In selecting various contestants competition was very keen, because the class insisted that our most pop- ular students, Charlotte Spintig, Mil- dred Kelliher, Vincent Lutkus, and Jerry Kelleher, be given leading parts. For our first event, we present the hog-raising contest and offer the four leading songsters, Mildred Kelliher, Agnes Horgan, Charlie Dudley, and John Cleveland. They have already been offered other positions as snake charmers and roof raisers. They were voted the besft singers. While on the subject of music, here is our four-man band with Adelaide Ulman, Mildred Kelliher, Wadsworth Winslow, and Charlie Dudley. Did you ever hear Maestro Ambrosteinn on the cuckoo hour. He has nothing on our amateurs. We decided to omit the fan dancers because lone Wile and Helen Copley are too modest but they really enjoy the performances of their class danc- ers. Two dance teams, John Cleve- land and Eva Chops, Charlie Dudley and Charlotte Spintig, will do their part to make the evening a success. Cverlooking this panorama in his little cage we have the teachers' pet, our own Billy Kelleher. We decided to lock him up. The worst of it is that Jimmy Stevenson is constantly trying to get in there, too. Before the show got under way, we had quite a problem trying to find suitable parts for some boys. John Cleveland, Billy Kelleher, and Charlie Dudley fthe class bluffersl were con- stantly trying to crash the gate. Here is a side show worth looking into, for it contains the best-looking people in our class, Mildred Kelliher, lone Wile., Thomas Finn, and George Gibson. For obvious reasons, this part is completely lined with mirrors. Amateur night-that undeveloped project-will soon go on the air with our talented actors and actresses in lea-ding roles. Estelle Kaufman, Dor- othy Aylward, Harvey Robinson, and Charlie Dudley are already counting their votes. We hope that the broad- cast of our amateur show does not in- terfere with the regular po-pular ra- dio broadcasts. We should hate to have anyone miss the most popular radio program, the Lucky Strike Hit Parade, or Jack Benny's Jello again!', but we feel quite downcast that a few will miss it because a few of the class decided they liked Little Orphan Annie as their bedtime story. What's that racket? It seems to be resounding from all directions. Why, that must be those noisy people, Helen Carlson and Mary O'Hare. They are continually shouting their opinions. Helen about It's cold in here! and Mary trying to swell the class treas- ury. Remember Junior Prom! We refuse to believe that Mary O'Hare is hoarse from talking. But, you are right. There goes Elizabeth Simons to take her place. She was runner-up in that contest.

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Zire., . r,rrrHi1i-.ElrC-,EEO ,. is err Y a jeep, Perhaps you do not know what a jeep is. Well, a jeep'l is an animal who-se power lies in his tail. I found the jeep and return- ed. The man who offered me the position and I used the power of the jeep to win money on horse races. We both became millionaires and fin- ally I returned to America with money to burn, and whom should I meet on my return to this country but my old pal, Shauno. I learned that he had graduated from college and his father had given him a trip around the world as a graduation present. Having nothing else to do in my spare time, I decided to ac- company him. We went to our respective homes and packed our belongings. Having only a few minutes to catch a train, we called for a taxi. What should we see but a taxi with the driver singing loud an-d lustily with an ac- cent which sounded like that of a slightly intoxicated person. With the grinding of brakes the cab pulled up, and the driver was none other than our old friend, Johnny Cleve- land. He told us that he had tried everything but finally had to take up cab driving. So onward to Canton Junction! As we turned under the viaduct stretched across the road was a large sign, reading, Ye Olde Coffee House. Of course, we knew that the operator of such an establish- ment could be none other than Mild- red Kelliher. . So we signaled our taxi driver to pullover. . As we neared the entrance we heard a conversation within. Therefore, we decided to listen a while before entering. Coming from within. was a voice saying, Gee, Millie, I've asked you to marry me every day for the last four years and you still refuse. What'll I -do now '? We peeked in the window and on his bended knee we saw our old friend, Eddie Dockray. Deciding that where such tender words were being spoken was no place for us, we de- parted for the Canton Junction ter- minal. We rushed up to the window to buy the tickets and were surprised to see the ticket agent put the change in his pocket. H-m-m-m-ml Why, hello, of course, we should have known it was Billy Kelleher. Then we heard the train puffing into the station, and standing very calm- ly at the throttle was Joe Kessler. As the fireman looked up from his coal-heaving we discovered George Gibson, but we were not greatly sur- prised, as George was good at using the shovel even in his high school days. When we arrived at the South Sta- tion, we went to the barber shop where Harvey Robins-on was the smiling barber. He told us he learn- ed the trade from a well-known Can- ton barber and had been trimming people ever since. After having our nails manicured by Eleanor Butke- vitch, we hopped aboard a bus which took us to the East Boston airport. As the bus got under way, we heard a lady in the rear of the bus talking loudly, and there was Mary O'Hare sitting with Nelson Canniff. We learned they had married because Mary could talk all she wanted to, and Nelson couldn't hear her. Finally we arrived at the airport, where the plane which we were tak- ing for New York was waiting. As we entered the plane, we heard a loud voice somewhat like the sound of a saw buzzing. We turned around and saw a man snoring loudly. Then we asked the pilot who the gentleman was, and as he turned around we recognized Bud,' Reed, who had been piloting the plane for four years. He told us that the sleeping gentleman was Roger Hinds, who had been in a state of slumber for four years, and was on his way to breaking Rip Van Winkle's record. Then he told us that our stewardess would be Martha Malcolmson, who had received that position a few weeks before. We left for New York and reached our des- tination without any further occur- rences. Upon our arrival in New York we found that we had a few days to our- selves and decided to take in as many of the places as we were able.