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

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1n98 History (he o ming £ the Fike, Niners . Once upon a time, there was in the far west of Massachusetts (to a Bostonian, Springfield is in the far, far west anyway) a community, highly esteemed and venerated, called Classical, which, for meny years, had been a center of the Universe. Then, suddenly, without warning, on September 5, 1956, e hor- rible vestilence struck, er at least it was so viewed by Classical’s older and more critical residents. On that day nearly three hundred Fifty-Niners, headed by Larry, derisively The Pellagre Kid, rode into town and begam to seize control of @ll Classical. Three years later, at the time of this cli- mactic episode which follows, the Fifty-Niners are at their height of power. This is the story of how Classical's valiant Mershall, with the help of his henchman the Deputy, fought to protect the honor of the Fifty-Niners from the wrath of the older residents. Let the curtain rise .. .- just a bit higher please... now for the lights, Brian, = on the swinging doors... ah: The scene is the teachers’ e xchange (Arness Hideaway) at which there is a rather large, noisy, AVE assemblage. The proprietor, ; Y Arness, is wiping off the coun- alll ter. Chester is accompan- ing Annie, Kitty, and Mm. Pran- cene, the dancers, on the steam @ §, ‘ealliope. n at first unidenti- “A'S fied figure rises to a stool at the right and begins an appar- ently drametic speech, which, after a -pause of about a minute, we join: ED (the speaker): %. . . and go I say, take ’em out and shoot ‘em at sunrise, - every last Fifty-Ninert” MOB: Yea, Bravo, Morte: . . . IfI ARNESS (holding up a mug and shouting above crowd): A toast: A toast! Who'll have another drink? - ooph, my stomach!” (mug : erashes to floor as Arness Aidt 2 grasps at his belly). i vee aee

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CLASS OFFICERS President eure Vice Presidente . -« Treasurer e « « e Secretary « « e Member-at-large eLawrence Pellegrini e e James Heggie e evane Thatcher « eValerie Smith — John Charkoudian ADVISORS Mrs. Julia Bale Mr. George Hargreaves Mr. Stanley Mulak CLASS BOOK STAFF Editor-in-chief .. Business Managere . Art Bal LOoneaems cis Associate Editor. . Linda Anderson Barbara Cohen Alva Dearborn e edvudith Husband e e 6 B My Tra Cohn « eMary-Kay Gamel eJe Wesley Miller see Bruce Hinckley Harry Jilson Winnifred Ross COMMITTEE CHAIRMEN History . Ballots. eR BR LP Provhecy. eJe Wesley Miller . e eDavid Garnes « eMichael Ratner « eMary-Kay Gamel

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MARSHALL (and Deputy, guns drawn, enter through swinging doors): Break it up! - What goes here anyway?” DEPUTY (quieting ED): ‘How would this look if it got in the papers? We've got to think of the record around here; MAJOR (stepping forwerd@ quietly but surely): ‘ We’z sick'n fed up'td dem lazy Fifty-Niners. I allus sez de ‘udn t make out no good nohow; - take dat lazy Baldwin feller, - or Strong. ‘N dey a'’nt got no senze of vslus 'n sich, - nilists, ‘n atheest’s, 'n whoozis whatsists ... dey gotta gO, - evy last o‘tem. CHARLIE (impetuously): and don’t forget that fire they set in the trash can last year, - or the fellow who dropved his . gym bag down four flights of stairs.” MOB: Ya, Yeh! ... DEPUTY: “Wait a minute, Charlie, we never pinned those wraps on the Fifty-Niners (smiling), even though we did try? VOICE: (from rear): Well, what about thet autographed table cloth Ronnie Grant tried to carry away from the junior prom? Whaddaya call that? MARSHALL: “A good try: . . Now look, you folks have any legitimate gripes you can bring them to me and justice will be done. But I don't think you know how much good the Fifty-Niners hawe ac- complished. (claps hands ... smoke begins to rise from large brass svitoon at left of bar. Smoke increases, forms figure, and, to the amazement of those sathered, steps forward, arms : crossed, with vindictive glance, as Larry, The Pellagra Kid, himself. At this moment, Fifty-Niners begin quietly entering through the swinging doors). “I have created a God-out- of-the-machine: LARRY: . Pardon, the History Committee created me, and I'tm out of a spitoon!:” MARSHALL: Very well, but I called you here... LARRY; The History Committee placed me here, - and I'll ave them know that this is the LAST time I enter through @ spitoon: it's wet in there, (shaking himself).