Diman Vocational High School - Artisan Yearbook (Fall River, MA)

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We noted among these present, in great glee, Bob ibachelorb Dean, Fred Louro, George Jasmin, Bill Dupere, Art Ferris and Norman Berube. Bob has founded an Aca- demy for young ladies between the ages of 14 and 16. In honor of Mrs. Dean and the five little Deans in his family, he has called it UPANDEMONIUM HALL . Fred Louro explained that he had spent much time in travel during the past twenty years. He is employed as Ticket Collector on the Merry-go-round at Lincoln Park. On his night off, he collects tickets in the dance hall between dances. George Jasmin has made his pile as Pres. of the Just As Good Perfume Co., of Swansea. Bill Dupere, now a member of the Legislature, has recently introduced a bill regulating the size of 'Schooners'. Art Ferris has signed for bed and board on a slow boat to China. Mostly bed , he said. Norman Berube has invited us to pay a visit to the Monte Carlo Casino, where he is the proprietor. As we gazed about, we espied Dick Morrissette astride the Parallel Bars teaching George Tonelli, now Principal of the Diman Girls' School, the art of operating a six- jet Cargo plane. Gerry Buchanan spoke of his happy employment as Coach of the Chess, Checkers, and Ping Pong Teams at Durfee High School. Wandering near the head banquet table, being readied by Miss Lavender and her efficient Ccash onlyj ticket sellers, We spotted the towering figure of John Midura in his de-elevated shoes. He was listening in rapt attention to his pal, John Howarth, who warned him not to use his knife when eating peas, but rather his fork. Well, I'l1'be darned , replied Big John, I always thought that forks was only used to clean barns with. Both are partners in the renowned Perfumed Fertilizer Co. of Rusty Gate, Iowa. In the center of the gym floor we listened with much pleasure to our old cronies Romeo Potvin and Dick Boler as they demonstrated their advanced showing of the latest in Paints and Wallpapers. Nothing like a little business mixed with pleasure , they explained. The Banquet was, to say the least, out of this world. Fred Louro asked for a sec- ond helping of the delicious home-made hash. Upon gulping it down, he seemed ut- terly disappointed. Asked why, he moaned: Tastes like a return engagement of the famous Hungarian Goulash in my Senior Year at Diman. The post-prandial exercises were brief by agreement. Worthy of note, however, was the lively debate between Jim Toolin and Tish Lavoie on the virtues of endowing a new home for Indigent Custodians. Sounds like a Mexican duel to me, shouted Big John. Now the festivities are over as we opened the flood-gates of our voices in a song to our Alma Mater. With a hasty adieu to all, we wend our way up Hartwell St., alone in our thoughts. As I gazed skyward, the vast Vaults of the purple night enthralled me with their splendor. The stars were burning brightly in the clear sky. This had indeed been a tribute to Diman by the Class of 1952g our Alma Mater, Mother of useful men . George Lelievre Lewis Constance Albert Pimental

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Across the street, surrounded by a bevy of rustic beauties from 'over the river', we watched a beau-brummel wax and groom his hirsute moustache. Without further strain on our memories, we suddenly recognized that notorious entertainer of femi- nine pulchritude, Leo Ccookie-dusterj Duquette, enjoying his favorite pastime. Now we were greeted by a number of classmates including Bill King and Gerry Buchanan, manufacturers and distributors of Colonial Furniture De Luxe, to a select clientele. We exchanged greetings with Capt. Andy Lusignan, now engaged in teach- ing Texas-bound recruits how to pronounce 'you-all', and with John Serba, Fall River's leading interior decorator. We were delighted to renew memories with Stan Szelag and Frank Mello as they modestly related their conquests in big-league baseball. Stan pitched the Braves to their recent championship, while Frank succeeded Walter Dropo at first base, some few seasons ago. Meandering down the lane to the old gym, we were amazed at the exquisite dis- play of multicolored lights and ,school banners intermingled with bunting around the interior walls and ceiling. Advancing with his wonted dignity, was our distinguished class president, Capt. George Lelievre, now Chief draftsman in the Pentagon at Wash., D. C. Without re- vealing any of the top-flight secrets of National Defense, he intimated that science had advanced with such gigantic strides that this horizon of knowledge was immeasurable. His only regret on this happy occasion, he explained, was the deep personal con- cern for the immediate welfare of our two classmates Don Lavoie and Al Pimental. Don was absent, he said, because he had been called before the Supreme Court in Bos- tong it being alleged that he had promoted the sale of Andy Michaluk's NON- IGNITIBLE COLLARS to the local fire dept., at a recent muster. The case is now in the hands of the jury. A1's absence was explained by a sudden decision on his part to take his beloved J oanie on a gondola ride down the lovely Quequechan. No one knows the loveliness of moonlight till he beholds it on that Queen of Waters Al had confided to George at dusk. Joanie does so enjoy the sight of stately stepping clouds marching to the music of the upper winds and the fragrance of every wild-flower along the river banks . Un- der these circumstances, his return was unpredictable. Now we shake hands with Lieut. Roger Lavoie of the Army Tank Corps and the other Roger of drafting days, who is on the staff of the Patents Office in Wash., D. C. Continuing our rounds, we greet Paul Roy, with his accustomed smile and genial greet- ing. With a pardonable pride he told us of his success as Pres., Treas., Salesman and Chief Mechanic in the HESITATING AUTO CO., of East Freetown.

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CLASS WILL WE, the illustrious members of the Class of 1952 of D. V. H. S., having now reach- ed the FINIS of our Vocational Careers, sound in body and mind, in the year of Our Lord 1952, and having widened the sphere of our knowledge and attained the objectives of our intense desires in this noble school, do hereby MAKE and PUBLISH this, our last will and testament, revoking all others made by us. All our worldly possessions, real or imaginary, personal or impersonal, to which we have a legal claim, now or in the future, we devise and bequeath as follows: To DIMAN: An endless song of our deep and sincere affection. To the FACULTY: Our gratitude and heartfelt thanks for their untiring efforts in imparting useful knowledge to us, under great difficulties. To the ALUMNI: Our full cooperation in days to come. To the incoming SENIORS: Our example of PERFECTION and ACCOMPLISH- MENT. To the SOPHOMORES and FRESHMEN: Perseverance in the struggle to reach the goal we have won. To INDIVIDUALS. To Roger Lavoie: A life-membership in the 'free lead for your pencil club' to eliminate all future 'humming' of this necessity. To Paul Roy: A 'dunking' machine for dunking AUSTIN'S at 5.25 per dunk. To George Tonelli: A TONI-HOME PERMANENT SET to help keep his ardent admirers forever raving about his curly locks. To Edward Lafleur: A copy of 'IVANHOE' so that he may know who the 'dickens' wrote the Classic. To Arthur Ferris: A well-padded HAMMOCK to enable him to exercise, at least climbing in and out of it. To John Howarth: A farmer's manual so that he will never again plant corn, peas, beans, and tomatoes at 5.27 a can and expect them to grow. To James Toolin: A barometer to place on his chest so that when it reads 'VERY DRY', he will not be refused permission to get a drink by the teacher. To Leo Duquette: A job in the CIRCUS dusting off ELEPHANT BISCUITS with his famous mustache. To Richard Morrissette: A gold-plated 'ADMIT SLIP' signed by the School Committee as a reward for almost being on time for school one day last year. To Gerald Buchanan: A driver's booklet explaining why fenders are not bump- ers on his car. To Norman Berube: A suit of ARMOR to ward off the Truant Officer's blood- hounds when they are pursuing TRUANTS. To Donald Lavoie: A bottle of deodorizer to neutralize the aroma of his variety of 'fishy stories'.