Classical High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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diet hae Bie Ole On arriving at the apartment whence the noise we heard had emanated, we were all crestfallen. The place was the office of Dentist George Driller Gray, former riveter at Lockheed. Strapped to a chair was Howard Rock, eminent baritone, who was employing George as a means of reaching low c below c. Hygienists Jean Rivard and Marilyn White were busily filling Rock’s mouth with drills and rubber dams. Waiting her turn, and engrossed in the Book of the Day was Freda Narkin, famous authoress and society editor for the “Out of Times’’ newspaper. Colonel Bob Woody, recently returned from a Ski Carnival in Siberia, was making an appointment to get fitted for a new set of teeth. He had traded his last set to Madelaine von Tobel for a pair of skis. She regards them as a highly prized addition to her growing collection. Wandering down a side street we were, without warning, set to trembling and vibrating. A short dis- tance away a monstrous machine containing Earl Edwall, physicist, and Ralph Ilgovsky, outstanding chemist and after-dinner speaker, burst through the surface of the earth. Julie Harmon, newspaper col- umnist, emerged to explain that they were excavating for Sea Dust. For the first time we began to realize that we were famished, and we entered the first restaurant we came upon. Society matrons, Barbara Main and Leah Blacher, were waiting on table there — as an amusing diversion from their extremely boring social affairs. While we were eating we tuned in the radio-television set and were delightfully surprised to see and hear the Mayor of Springfield, the Honorable James Jim Gaylord. His seventh-term campaign featured the proposed erection of a new basketball stadium. Mayor Gaylord and his four sons make up one of the out- standing teams in the East. The program was suddenly interrupted. ‘‘Flash! . . . Burnie Londerville has sim- plified the Rocket Ship to enable a five-year-old to sit at the controls! He is happy to state that he soon hopes to find a way to make it fly!” Changing the program with a flick of the dial, we tuned in and flashed on the screen —the All-Girl Orchestra of Doris Hellerman playing the sweetest music this side of Harlem. This ultra-conservative orchestra featured Barbara Keenan at the harpsichord, Noreen Parker at the bazooka, and Velma Beeman at the piano. A huge crowd had turned out to listen to the music of twenty years ago. Velma had revived the two decade old boogie woogie. Before leaving the restaurant we tuned in on the latest sports news. Bill Powell, former seven-letter man at the University of Spring- field, had returned to become head coach in his home town college. Back on Main Street we were about to hail one of the dilapidated Model Z taxis of the Robert Darden Taxi Company, when Ethel O'Neil, driving for a rival com- AND WA reese any, sped past Bob’s taxi, taking off the two fenders. arold Kallin and Robert Wallace, registered wreckers, flashing their Sears-Roebuck licenses, arrived in their helicopter to tow Bob and his taxi away for repairs. Attracted by the hordes of admiring paper boys flocking around beauteous Ann Stelos, who had turned her charms toward selling papers for the benefit of the raat newsboys’ outing, we purchased a Springfield nion. When we stopped at the Mary Cregan and Mildred Cruze Milk Bar to have a chocolate malted, we opened our Union and saw the name of Editor Sally Herbert in black two-inch type. The fi rst page dealt exclusively with speeches by Marjorie Hollister and Elva Foerster, members of the City Council, and one by School Com- missioner Philip McKeague, who had been awarded a aes term because of his deep interest in school affairs. In the world of entertainment we noted that wealthy Bill Axtell was producing another sensational show at the Copaca Banza Club. Starring in the cast were Myra Weinberg, pre-Shakespearian lecturer, and Phyllis Barton, fiery torch singer. It was rumored that the financial backer of the show was Russell Chase, also city treasurer, Discarding our newspaper and venturing in May- bury’s — Ellen Maybury’ s famous department store, we were surrounded by Gallup Poll workers Barbara Carrigan and Dolores Cera. They were eager to find our reactions, if any. We escaped their volume of ques- tions by dashing out a side door — right into the arms of Mary Hiney and Barbara Rohan who were still taking first aid courses and were in desperate need of fresh vietims. Together with Driver Irwin Chase they packed us off in a waiting ambulance bound for Herman Nash’s Restful Sanitarium. We were almost at our destination when, after turn- ing a corner, we found ourselves racing head on into a patel wall. Untan gling ourselves from the debris we were greeted by David Davidson, eminent mathemati- cian, who gleefully informed us that he at last had found out the reaction when an irresistible force and an immovable object meet. We thought we saw Gilda Wendorff and Sulamith Moses riding up on a bicycle built for two, but the city and its inhabitants seemed to be disappearing. We were once again back on our tropic isle, waving frantically at another banana boat passing by. RoBERT COLLIER, Chairman Davip DaAviIDSON JULIE HARMON Doris HELLERMAN RAMON MENTOR SULAMITH MosEs HERMAN NASH JEAN RIVARD

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TE Tok seas AINE WET Sires The Prophecy of the Class of 1943; The Prophecy Committee of the Class of 1943 and a half, finding it exceedingly difficult to probe into the haze of the future, and seeking inspiration, decided to take a Carribean cruise on a banana boat during the Christmas vacation. Through the influence of the eminent, internationally known Dr. Rolland Smith, who secretly goes to Washington every other week-end on Official business, we obtained special permission from the United States Shipping Board to make this trip. The cruise was progressing satisfactorily when the boat left its Carribean dock and started homeward, but no inspiration had as yet presented itself. The first day out in the middle of the balmy Gulf of Mexico, the members of the Committee draped themselves over the ship’s rail — apparently to view the scenery, but prob- ably to ease their sea-sickness. “Oh, look, there’s a shark! See its fin cutting the water!’ someone cried. We looked, but Robert Collier, who happened to have his glasses on, sputtered, ‘‘That’s no shark; that’s a torpedo!” We hoped his glasses were only glazed with sea- spray; but this hope, together with the glasses, was dashed to pieces by a splintering, sickening crash. A few hours later we were bobbing about on the big green ocean in a tiny lifeboat. Ramon Mentor took an in- ventory of our possessions, and found them to be — six Roman candles, one pea-shooter, and three flares. As if we hadn’t had enough fireworks already! Several days later we were washed up on the beach of a deserted tropical isle. We soon discovered a gurgling spring which Herman Nash, boy scout and naturalist of the Committee, blithely informed us gushed Aqua Mania, the cause of Hydro-insanity. David Davidson, who was nearly unconscious anyway, having done all the rowing, was the first to wet his parched lips with the tainted water. The rest of the dauntless committee soon followed suit. Suddenly — or was it hours later? —a shining city appeared before our befogged eyes! Jean Rivard, who had been studying stenography, set down the account of the events that follow, As we stood gazing down a spacious avenue, a burly traffic officer approached us. ‘‘Vagrants or visitors?” he queried. We recognized him as Edwin Bobak, but he didn’t seem to know us. We asked our whereabouts, and he looked hurt and astonished. “Why, you mean to tell me that you don’t know that this is the world metropolis — Springfield, Massa- chusetts, in the year 1965. Population — one hundred and fifty million! Its phenominal growth has astonished everyone — including ourselves. But wait, let me show ou to the Chamber of Commerce executive of Lower asin Street. He can tell you more than I.” Nancy Prouty, receptionist, ushered us into the inner sanctum to the presence of the executive, a blond- haired fellow, who was surrounded by a bevy of beau- tiful girls. Looking sharply, we saw that it was Marvin Schreiber. He explained that he could not take us through his fair city because business was tying him up. However, he cheerfully loaned us his private switchboard operator, Barbara Crandall, whom we gayly followed out the door. Emerging on the Main Street we passed by a large Super Mart. There, Barbara paused to point out a superb window display decorated with an Hawaiian motif — pineapples. “This,” she informed us, ‘“‘was designed by June Oatley, the renowned authority on things Hawaiian.” We were furthermore astonished by a gaudy sign being hoisted into place. It read: “S. FINKEL SONS”. “This store,’’ we were told, ‘‘was bought only yester- day by Saul Finkel, who is reputed to have accumulated a tidy sum playing professional basketball.”’ As we were about to call a halt in front of a massive edifice bearing the name Pynchon Memorial Labora- tories, we were crowded off the sidewalk by a zoot- suited man out of Esquire, accompanied by two sophisticates. The fashion-plate was Walter Chizinsky, and basking in his radiance were Beverly Stebbins and Doris Stone. Entering the Pynchon Laboratories we caught a glimpse of Sam Ringel, up and coming scientist, at- tempting to grow electro-magnets under Westinghouse sponsorship. Also employed at the Memorial was Robert Collier, M.D., conducting invaluable research in a field dealing with the reincarnation of dead beats . Before making our exit we were allowed to watch, at work, Betty Gerber and Antonetta Romano making their twentieth entry in the contest requiring an explanation of Einstein’s Theory in 250,000 words — more or less. Hearing an unearthly howl coming from a nearby building we were about to dash madly across the street when we were frozen in our tracks by the sudden screech of brakes. A luxurious, sleek, black limousine had swung around the corner, narrowly missing our little group. In it were mink-coated, jewel-bedecked Jean Chapman and Helen Brown on their way to the opera. Jean gave us a haughty glance, while Helen shouted to her suave chauffeur, Ramon Mentor, to drive on. Remembering the purpose of our reckless flight, we scurried through a door and crowded into an elevator. At the same time we noticed a passenger beside us with a peculiar gleam in his eye. It was Stewart McCracken, private detective and partner of that super-sleuth, Richardo Wolf. Stewart confided in us that he had an idea business might be picking up. He told us of a case in which he found John, from John’s other wife, and i identified him as being the same character as Dear ohn.

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eae Ee io) Baal CNS cd AONED Whe bl fel Lr cs The Will of the Class of 19433 In the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and forty-four, we the class of 194314 being of sound(?) minds and judgment, and in full possession of all our faculties, do hereby declare and publish this, our last will and testament, in order that posterity may benefit by our superfluous talents and experiences. ArticLe I: To Dr Hill, our unparalleled principal, under whose able leadership Classical has gained and maintained an enviable reputation in educational cir- cles, we bequeath our sincere appreciation for the wise counsel he has bestowed upon us during our three years. ArtTicLE II: To Mr. Jackson, who has become a popular member of the Classical faculty and a friend of Classical students, we leave the hope that he is so enjoying his first year at Classical that he will wish to stay on rather than go back up the hill. ArtTicLeE III: To our class advisers, Miss Bowles, Miss FitzGerald, and Mr. Lynch, we leave our thanks for their wholehearted assistance in organizing our extra-curricular activities. In addition we leave to Miss FitzGerald a fund of money to be expended on chemical research to concoct a gas that can be turned on at the beginning of each home-room period; the inspired gas to have the power to paralyze innocuously for twenty- five minutes the vocal cords of every pupil, and, at the same time, to imbue everyone with the scholarly tem- perament of Herman Nash. (Footnote — This latter codicil is left only at Miss FitzGerald’s specific request. It wasn’t our idea.) ArtTIcLE IV: To the faculty advisers of Bob Tyson’s class, namely Mr. and Mrs. Edwin E. Smith and Mr. William S. Finn, we leave an apparatus devised by our class physicists: the said apparatus emits supercharged magnetic alpha, beta, and gamma rays which promptly steer without deviation every senior committee member to the appointed place of meeting. ARTICLE V: To Mr. Finn we also leave a manuscript on why girls wear make-up, and a super-collection of blue polka dot bow ties. ArTICLE VI: To our capable Miss Battis we leave twenty shares of stock in a pen factory so that she will always have enough pens to supply the absent-minded girls in her physiology classes. ArTICLE VII: To Mr. Hess, Walter Chizinsky and Richard Wolf leave their notes on boy and girl chemical combinations so that Mr, Hess may add them to his long list of yarns. ARTICLE VIII: To Miss White's future history stu- dents we leave a shortened edition of Gregg to which they can refer when faced with one of her one-thousand word lectures. ARTICLE IX: Stewart McCracken leaves his heart at Commerce. ARTICLE X: Jean Chapman leaves her walk to Nancy Seaman for further development. ARTICLE XI: Robert Collier and David Davidson Me their combined mathematical ability to Robert all. ARTICLE XII: Irwin Chase leaves an engraved rec- ord of his ailments to Mrs. Buzzell. ARTICLE XIII: Marjorie Hollister leaves her efficient executive abilities to the chairman of the next senior prom. ARTICLE XIV: Antonetta Romano leaves her secre- . tary’s reports to the incoming freshman class; the said reports to be used as guides on how to record the min- utes of class meetings. ARTICLE XV: Beverly Stebbins leaves her formula for her robust physique to Mrs. Dayton to be bestowed by her upon some anemic freshman. ARTICLE XVI: Betty Gerber leaves her G. Fox labels to some clothes-conscious freshman. ARTICLE XVII: Saul Finkel leaves a carload of Hershey Bars to the President of the next senior class for distribution among hungry seniors during home- room period in 323. ARTICLE XVIII: Freda Narkin leaves her entire fortune to build a swimming pool for the future students of Classical. ARTICLE XIX: Big-hearted Philip McKeague leaves his inexhaustible supply of hot air to warm 323 on Monday mornings. ARTICLE XX: Ellen Maybury leaves her technique for making the honor roll to those students who are perennial members of the probation list. ARTICLE XXI: Sam Ringel leaves a carton of Juicy Fruit to Miss Sauer. ARTICLE XXIJ: Herman Nash leaves to ‘Red’”’ Bailey two framed mottoes, ‘‘Silence is golden’’ and “Still water runs deep.”’ ARTICLE XXIII: Harold Kallin. leaves his good- natured personality to his two proteges, Dicky Posnick and Dave Goldman. ARTICLE XXIV: Russell Chase leaves his shy, sedate manner to Garth Drewry. ARTICLE XXV: William ‘Lefty’? Powell leaves — much to the regret of the faculty who have always con- sidered him a model of punctuality and scholarly in- dustry. ARTICLE XXVI: Marvin Schreiber leaves his collec- tion of pin-up girls to be divided equally among the male populace of Classical. ARTICLE XXVII: Myra Weinberg leaves her many fine suggestions to the writers of wills in future years, ARTICLE XXVIII: Leah Blacher leaves her store- house of Spanish knowledge to Milton Cummings. ARTICLE XXIX: Barbara Crandall leaves to all in- coming freshman classes the advice to become ac- quainted with that super-English teacher, Miss Sauer.