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

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Desrosiers of other days. He explalned that he married a local gal and has learned through that Institution that love, honor, obedience and patience are those things which he would not have needed had he remalned single, On we iourneyed towards the center and iust as we stepped off the curb a big red tractor roared by and nearly got us. There goes Gerald Mathieu, the rag-time farmer, said Dennis. We saw no more oflGerald. Entering a tall, modern apartment house, our guide pressed the elevator button, but got no response for several mlnutes. l guess we'll have to hike lt upstairs, he sold. When reaching the sixth floor we hestitated to regain our breath after this long climb. Come see who's here, said Dennis as he rang the bell on doorway B9, Apt. X. Shortly a deep voice shouted come inl Opening the door we entered and were taken back shockingly upon greeting Bob Beauchesne and his family of the Mrs. and twelve lovely daughters and no boysl We offered a round of con- gratulations to our brother and wished him better luck next timel As we seated ourselves at the table, Bob poured each of us a big glass of milk. He told of his happy employment with.the Nolan Lepage Electrical Distributing and Contracting Co., which specializes in changing fuses. Since time was getting short, we said good-bye and found that the elevator was not in operation. Imagine our surprise when the operator explained that he iust woke up and didn't care lf the President had been waiting for servicel It was classmate Bob Talbot, whom few ever see, slnce he sleeps on the iob all day and only comes out at night. As we hit the sidewalk, we spied a smart car parked across the street. That looks like Bill lima, said Gerry to me. Upon investigation, we found it to be a mistake. No, said Dennis, I know that Bill works in a good machine-shop in Florida, making cigarette holders by the score. He's in. Thanking Dennis profusely for his hospitality, we once more shoved off to get to the Sunshine State in time for opening night at the great spectacle. Now we relaxed and rested as our Beam-mobile sped silently on. In less than two short hours we were rolling down Michigan Ave., in the second largest city, Chicago. The traffic was slowed to a walk and we parked the beam car and started to walk. After buying a copy of the Chicago Tradesman, we were moved to ecstasy when we found Jack Krupa's name signed as Editor of this famous Labor sheet. Nothing would satisfy us until we found out if he was our classmate of Diman days, Walking more briskly than ever, we reached the address at N. Almond St., hard by the Stockyards. What a happy surprise it was as he greeted us with outstretched arms as we entered his private olfice on the main floor. Telling him of our trip and its thrills, he responded in kind by relating the story of four classmates now expatriated in foreign countries. He told of Manuel Souza, now in Portugal, who hos become a famous bull thrower. Pardon, he said, l mean bull fighter. He men- tioned that Stanley Szczepkowskl, who decided to live with his Grandmother in Poland, may someday become Polish Delegate to the U.N. James Soares, he said is the owner of the largest lumber mill in the West African Sudan, while Jimmie O'Neill, upon return- ing to his native land, Ireland, has become the Dublin Model for Men's Hats. John Dias, he said, is also with us here. He is comptroller of the renowned Dias-Borden Mills Outlet, with John as personnel manager and Ed Borden in charge of all money bags. They employ two other classmates, William Suart and Jim Shovelton. He quoted Dias as saying We pay them 651 per hr. alright, but it is like feeding oats to a dead mule. Now we bade farewell to .lack and as we were leaving he said, Ohl I forgot to say that Teddy Bigos is not only champion weight lifter, but he is also Mr. Universe. Antone Franco alone, claimed Teddy's title, but lost it in his failure to lift the 500 Ib. welght. When Jack's phone rang, he excused himself and we left hurriedly. Now we were on the last leg of our iourney, right on the beam. At our last stop in Death Valley, we were accosted by a loud voice which said WiIl I fill 'er up? Who was it but Al Carpentler, the owner of a super-station with two pumps. Al told of hls success as a trainer of three great gasoline-pump iockeys, Roland Neronha, John Rodrigues, and Paul Paquette. Jean Audet was expected to arrive at any moment. Al explained that shortly after these class- mates built the statlon, the Ronald Correira lumber Co., went into bankruptcy. We also learned that three of our members were doing well at the big Government ,Airport iust across the way from Al's place. They were Arthur Audette, Gerald Commeau and Gerry Hackett, all iet experts for Uncle Sam. In 6 short hours we were cruising about Beverly Hllls, perusing the many mailboxes placed in front of the numerous palatlal homes. By accident we discovered Russell Mello's Chateau, bullt ln the European manner with a huge swlmmlng pool and a telephone booth in the back yard. Ringing the doorbell, we were lnvlted to lunch by Russ but politely declined for want of time. You perhaps read that I married Spattie Spage, boys, and I am very happy indeed, for she is working hard. I gave her a vanity set for her birthday, but she was terribly disappointed that lt did not contain a bath-tub. Do come over for tea and crumpets before you re- turn East, he begged. Russ excused us after directing us to the Columbia Theatre on Vlne St. While walking along Hollywood Street whom should we meet but Lou Rebello, dancing teacher supreme to all the great stars of the screen. Lou invlted us to his studio where Joe Duarte specializes in Hair-Do's to a select clientele. He promised to take us for a vislt to Jim Maiato's famous M club, where the Malato Magl- cians perform every evening at 9. Not a chance, we replied, as we gained the entrance to the foyer of the dazzling Columbia Theatre. We had iust seated ourselves, when the lights dimmed and the blare of trumpets introduced the colossal spectacle, The Long Texan. With amazement we read the screen prologue which an- nounced the makeup as follows: Produced by Wm. Bouchardp Pro- duction Mgr., l.eo Levraulty The Cast: James Branco as the Two-Gun Sheriff, Roy langton as the rough and ready lady killer, John Fur- tado as Roy's Gun Sllnger and Richard Santos as the Long Texan, iealous murderer of Furtado and Langton. As the plot thlckens, we witnessed Two-Gun Bronco in an altercation with Pelvis-hipped Roy, who always clicked with the ladies and admitted it. To get even Roy gets his pal, Furtado to gun down Bronco. lt turned out to be a fatal move, for Two-Gun slew Furtado with his lightning-fast draw. Two-Gun was now unaware of Swivel-Hips sneaking up behind him, and in a llash, Roy killed him with a shot through the head. Roy now elected himself Mayor and Sheriff of Dead Man's Gulch and proceeded to get rich from the proceeds of the gambling dens and honky tanks which he sanctioned. On one rainy day, there rode into town a tall, blonde Texan, who tied up his bronc in front of Swivel-hips' bar-and dance hall. In he strode and yelled ln front of the bar-Ries and their ladles, Where's that serbian sea cook and sneak that killed by pals Bronco and Furtado? l alms to talk business with hlml Roy quickly left the cash register and pigeon-toed over to the stranger and replied come outside, shaggy boy, and I'll show you how I did it. The crowd surged out behind them and they heard the agreement made to shoot at ten paces at a glven slgnal. Suddenly a double shot was heard and I looked up only to see Richie and Roy standing next to one another ln the group picture of the Class of '59, still looking down at me from my pent-house walll ALFRED MELLO GERALD PAIVA

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CLASS PROPHECY One quiet summer afternoon as the sun was slnking fast, sending its quivering elfulgence of gold and crimson from over the horizon on Mt. Hope Bay, my eyes became weary as I gazed at the group picture of my beloved class of '59 hanging on the wall in my down- town pent house. Deciding to relax in my favorite chair before dinner, I was amazed to see the picture spinning around In my subconscious memory, and in no time I had proiected myself into the year 1980. Suddenly my partner and I had agreed to iourney to California to witness the Opening Night showing the super-production, The Long Texan, starring Richard Santos, Jr. wlth Elvie Pelvis as C0-stir. Our choice of transportation was, of course, the recently per- fected Beammobile, designed and built for use on the new elec- tronlc beamcontrolled highways by the M 8- N Corp., owned and operated by William Manville and Raymond Noguelra. This care-free highway had been designed and patented by .Iohn Blackburn, C.E., and Kenneth Thorpe, C.E., employees of the Ed Rodrigues Construc- tion Corp. of America, Ltd. Leaving Fall River via the new Billion Dollar Harbor Bridge, we decided 'to avallfourselves of the warning sign on the far shore which read Last chance to get Sousa's Chourico Sandwiches - charcoal broiled by Manny F. Sousa, Prop. Upon entering we were amazed to meet his smiling waiters, Michael Rusin, Martin Chichlow- ski, Gerald Carleton, and none other than Haystack Al Duclas. Manny confided to us that while his business should be in the black, it is habitually in the red because Delicate Al eats up all the protits. Continuing on, we were startled to see a huge sign on the shores of the great Metropolis of Touisset which read, 'Reelect Joseph Crook, Mayorl' Evidently the sign painter could not spell Croke correctly. On we sped, guided by the beam into Providence, the Capitol City of R.I. At Westminster and Dorrance Sts. we were sur- prised to read on the entrance of a towering skyscraper, The Charles Carvalho Paintslapping Co. Directly opposite we saw the Woodbutchers Specialty Bldg., owned by Walter Andrzeiczyk, Robert lafontaine and Fred Lawrence. These famous woodworkers now specialize under the motto a toothpick to fit every tooth. On the outskirts of the city, as we neared the control-tower of the high- way, we were suddenly halted by some unseen force. Alighting from our beam-car, we were welcomed by our old classmates, Robert Barry and Martin 0'Connell, Control Supervisors. We quickly asked how come? They explained that the operators, Profs. Gilbert Ayer and Richard Souza were experimenting with their near-perfect radar-stop-beam, which would some day stop the sun and moon in orbit. Bidding all a fond goodbye, we continued westward. On we sped, beam-guided through the lush Conn. Valley, over broad rivers lapsing down to the sea through cool groves and now and again passing close to cattle-spotted meadows which seemed to lull everything to sleep with the fragrance of the breeze. Suddenly deciding to leave the electronic highway which bypassed New York City, we shifted to the mechanical operation of our oar and entered the world's greatest community for the ten mile ride down old Broadway to 42nd Street. Entering the big vertical parking lot, we were delighted to renew friendships with the owner, Oscar Courville, and his part-time assist- ant, Ed Gibney. Ed's regular iob was Chief Sanitary Engineer in the White Wings Div. of N.Y.C. Oscar charmingly invited us to park indefinitely without cast. AIl you'll have to do is buy back your car before you leave,' he explained. Sauntering down Broadway, we were attracted by the sudden skidding of tires close by, followed by the clash of bumpers on the car behind. We quickly recognized Phil Pelletier In his 500 H.P. Fireball, angrily alightlng to reprimand Ray Lambert In his antique-licensed 1949 Lizzle. l was about to pass your big Lemon Eight, you bum, when you stopped short, yelled Ray. As a crowd gathered, we saw a police cruiser pull up and stop for Investigation. We soon recognized the cops as Sgt. Ed. Lewis and High Private James Reid, whose left arm was adorned with ten hash marks. Sgt. Ed exclaimed Forget it, brother class- matesp you both are driving refugees from the iunk yard, so get going. Before we could greet our classmates they took off and away for parts unknown to us. Feeling the need for food, we crossed the street and were at- tracted by a restaurant sign which said A little bit of Tokyo. At the entrance we were surprisingly welcomed by the head waiter, classmate Teddy Plourde. Ted recommended his most famous Oriental dishg rice on bread sandwiches together with a big order of fish and chips. They're imported, he said, because you can smell the ocean on them. Invited to inspect the sanitary kitchen by Ted we were thrilled to meet Chef Walter Tokarz as he finished his pearl diving before stacks of multi-colored dishes. Walter is also part owner of the ioint. After saying So long to both, we hailed a taxi and were stunned to meet again, classmate Bill Walker, the driver. Bill told of his great record with the Richard Arauio Taxi Co., and also of the etficient driving records of classmates Maurice Chouinard and Robert Deschenes. We have only one disgrace to bear, he said. The boss wants our other driver, Daniel Dennis fired. He claims that Denny wastes all his gas picking up girls instead of customers. Bill recommended the famous Pigeon Coop as the smartest place to stay and he cleverly maneuvered us to its site. Entering through the big bronze portals we approached the well appointed desk to register for the night. Recognizing a familiar voice which exclaimed welcome classmates, we knew at once the owner and manager to be Tony Rego himself, builder of the thrifty 2 x 4 roamed Pigeon Coop. You'll sleep tight here, brothers, he said, as good as sardines do in a can. We didl Early the next morning, hardly before the stars had hidden them- selves in the sky, we were off once again on the super highway, westward bound. From afar we could see the white towers of fair cities, perched on hill tops, basking in the morning sun or now and then rustic villages, sequestered on hillsides with little semblance of modern civilization. At lunch time, we expressed a wish to explore one of these quaint villages, and so we followed the arrows which led us into the little town of .Iustintyme, Ind. Pulling into a gas station, we found no one around and l honked several times for some service. After a short wait, we spotted a pair of big feet pro- truding from under the chassis of a car in the garage doorway. I went over to the spot and gently kicked one of the feet which showed from beneath the car. Surprise of surprisesl Out crawled Dennis Furnas himself to welcome us to his adopted town. Fellers, you ain't seen nothin yet, he said. Wait until I wash up and l'll give you a few real surprises. Leading us to the town's famous Cheese Club, we entered and were flabbergasted when saluted by classmate Leon Theroux, old .lustintyme's famous caterer, who told us that Ed Souza and Frank Guilmette own and operate E Bt F machine shops in Florida. After finishing our delectable lunch, we thanked him and sountered down the main drag, hoping for more surprises. As we paused in front of a huge super-market, a voice cried out hey, wait one minute will you? Out rushed friend Tom Dzialo, now Pres. and Treas., of Dzialo Markets, Inc. Come in boys and meet the gang, he commanded. Entering the swinging doors, I inadvertantly bumped someone coming out. Pardon me, I said. l'm glad it's you, he said, and who was it but Gerald

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CLASS WILL We, The Class of 1959, being of sound mind and body do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament and bequeath the following to: Walter Andrzeiczyk - We leave to Andy the name of John Doe. Richard Arauio - A curling iron so he will always have his curly hair Jean Audet - The nickname Zeke. Arthur Auclette - A Beet of trucks. Gilbert Ayer - To be the champion wrestler of the world. Robert Barry - 500 oountry style recordings. Robert Beauchesne - Elvis Presley's curls. Theodore Bigos - A new Cadillac. John Blackburn - A set of Colt 45's. Edward Borden - A free tour of Fall River. William Bouchard - His own absentee slip. James lranco - A punching bag. Gerald Carleton - A third hand to comb his hair. Alfred Carpentler - A longer driving lesson. Ronald Carreira - A dozen of new tattoos. Charles Carvalho - His own T.V. show, The Silent Man. Martin Chlchlowski - A shorter last name. Maurice Choulnard - A little black book for telephone numbers. Gerald Commeau - A new engine for his car. Oscar Courville - The iob as head of the Traffic Division. Joseph Croke - The tltle of Uncle Joe. Daniel Dennis - Helene Curtis spray-net. Robert Deschenes - A Charles Atlas course. Gerald Desrosiers - His own cabinet shop. John Dias - A partnership ln the Hub clothing store. Joseph Duarte - A girl who will call him Rlcky. Alfred P. Duclos - His own band. Thomas Dzialo - A toothpick factory. Antone Franco - The price of a haircut. Dennis Furnas - A stove. John Furtado - Safety belts so he can ride with Fred. Edward Gibney - A return match with, - guess whol Franklin Guilmette - A bottle of vitamin pills to make him grow. Gerald Hackett - A date with Helen. John Krupa - To be editor of his own newspaper. Robert Lafontaine - The nickname of, Fonty. Raymond Lambert - A year's free admission to the Eagle's Hall. Roy Langton - Extra parts for his Ford. Frederick Lawrence - A few buyers for some of his cars. Nolan I.ePage - A lifetime iob in the Park Alleys. Leo Levrault - A iob as a Palm Beach lifeguard. Edward Lewis - A new leather iacket and boots to match. William Lima - A private parking space before school. James Maiato - Smaller feet., William Manvllle - A iob. Gerald Mathieu - A tree from which he can hoot. Alfred Mello - A direct telephone to his girl's house. Russell Mello - An autographed picture of himself. Roland Neronha - A wrestling match with Mr. Motto. Raymond Nogueira - A slim-Jim course. Martin O'Connell - His own T.V. and radio shop. James O'NeilI - A bigger smile. Gerald Paiva - An Arthur Murray dancing course. Paul Paquette - A reserved seat in the Star Lunch. Philip Pelletier - The first 500 H.P. Ford. Theodore Plourde - The world's fastest pigeons. Louis Rebello - A golden Trumpet. Antone Rego - A new pigeon coop. James Reid - A pack of razor blades. Edward Rodrigues - One more class with Mr. Dan Sullivan. John Rodrigues - A iob as chief meat cutter in the U.S.A. Michael Rusin - A rocket propelling him from Westport to the m Richard Santos - The nickname Chester. James Shovelton - A bottle of Geritol. James Soares - The title Sir James. Edward Souza - A course on how to stop eating. Manuel F. Sousa - A chance. Manuel R. Souza - A course in how to be tough. Richard Souza - A new custom Chevy. William Suart - A drag with every 49 in the city. Stanley Szczepkowski - A pair of stilts. Robert Talbot - His own corner to sleep in. Leon Theroux - A chourico sandwich. Kenneth Thorpe - A iob-from which he can retire at 18. Walter Tokarz - A trip to Tokyo. William Walker - A new 4l Pontiac. OO!!