Canton High School - Echo Yearbook (Canton, MA)

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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.

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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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1 g-..LL,..,gg,g,gi,llc, E QHLQ-. -ml First, we decided to take in a Shakespearean play, and 'set out for the theatre. We thought that we recognized the leading man, and upon looking in the program we saw the name Charles F. Gibson, F for Flash, of course. Next we went to the first night at the opera. Whose name was it that we saw flashing in the bright lights as the singing star? Why, none other than Agnes Horgan, of course. Tihen we entered and took our seats near the front of the hall. As the overture opened the program and the leader of the orchestra struck up the fmusic, we were astonished to see Monsieur Jacques Rowe leading the music, who was none other than Jimmy Rowe. All the orchestra had stopped, but we noticed the two trumpet players continued to blow furiously. On looking closer we no- ticed that the players were Charlie Dudley and Windy Winslow, whose rivalry had reached its peak, and each was trying to outblow the other. We, of course, were disgusted and left the performance. Having for- gotten something we called our hotel. As we called, the operator said, in- stead of the usual, Number, please! Yes, dear. Something was famili- ar about that voice. Now, we remem- ber, it must be Hilda Wood, that dear little girl of our class. On the next day we visited a radio studio to sit in on a few programs. When we entered the studio, a pro- gram was already in progress. We heard all sorts of noises, and turning around, we saw the sound effects man, none other than Fred Plant. Then the program finished and the announcer came up to the microphone to announce the following program. In booming, basso tones came the an- nouncement, 'The following enter- tainment will be provided for you by Adelaide Ulman, concert pianist. As the announcer came out from behind the microphone, he was our old pal, silent Tom McDonnell. Being determined to take in every- thing, we set out for a burlesque show. As we entered, the first act was making its appearance, and who did we see but those three queens of burlesque, Eva Chops, Helen Carlson, and Barbara MacLeod. After the performance was over, we left for our hotel to wait for the departure of the boat. As we came to the harbor, the fleet, which was at that time anchored in the harbor, fired off the cannons. First, we saw part of the Statue of Liberty blown off, and then a piece of the Empire State Building. Later, we learned that Angus Mackiernan was chief gunner's mate, and that when he heard we were sailing, fired a twenty-one gun salute, but hebfor- got and used real cannon balls. ' When we boarded ship, we found that Oscar Stone was our genialcap- tain. We then decided to send a message back to America after we were a few days upon the sea. En- tering the radio operator's room, we discovered that our old friend, Don- ald Colsen, was the radio operator, continuing with radio work which he had liked so well in his high school days. The lunches on board were served by Elsie Estey, who was the chief cook and bottle washer, and she had as her able assistants, Bernard- ine McAteer, Marion Tordoff, and Marjorie Southworth. So we continued on our way, fin- ally arriving at London, England, where we had two days to spend be- fore continuing on our journey. First, we entered a cabaret and we saw two cigarette girls who looked vaguely familiar. Then we.-recog- nized them as Betty Jones and Her- tha Schmieder. While in England we also met Mabel Baldwin, who 'told us she had become a fashion expert. Of course, Mabel always had a good deal of knowledge concerning the subject of women's clothes. We also met another classmate of ours in England, none other than the one and only, or is it two and only, Dot' Ayl- ward. She told us she had intended becoming a fan dancer, but that the world had run out of feathers in try- ing to make a fan large enough for Dot. F' Our time was up, so we went to our boat, but by mistake we took a' b-oat