English High School - Blue and Blue / Record Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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TIME M lCniNE RicAoAd cu mltmcfe ' 39 I ' m deep within the bowels of earth, in ' fessor Snooper ' s lab. He built it underground like this so neighbors couldn ' t crab. (You see, before he moved down here, when he was on the ground, His noisy, smelly ' speriments played hob for miles around.; He says his latest gadget — the one I came to see — Will show him all that ' s going on in 1953. My boy, he says, and pulls a switch, the mysteries of time Are hidden in the fact that x must equal 12 z prime! Motors hum to whining life: tubes grow blue and green; And hazy figures start to form upon a glowing screen. A man ' s alighting from a car before a large hotel; With all that racy foreign job, he must be quite a swell. His face is turning toward the screen as he starts to go in. It can ' t — but yes, I ' m sure it is; it ' s Beachman, with his grin! The doorman ' s moving from his post; I now can see a sign: Fourteenth reunion being held by English — 39- (Professor Snooper twirls a knob and shifts the scene inside.) McCarthy in the foreground in a general ' s uniform Is engaging R. J. Butters in a conversation warm: Senator, I ' ll give you any odds that you desire That Hinds won ' t lose his boxing crown, but will instead retire. There ' s coaches Reale and Hickey — I ' ll find out what they say. The first two hail the latter pair and quickly walk their way. Now who should come into my view but Auskelis and Green. I do admire your splendid work upon the silver screen. But if you ' d ever dealt in bonds you ' d find that work a bore. Just think, we have a star-to-be upon the tardy door! Look at those two over there, cries Green with some surprise, It ' s Butler and Sadowski: they both got a Nobel prize. Auskelis glances, diamond tie pin sparkling in the light, And there ' s Buchanan, King of Concerts, not far to the right, And Gouse and Smith and Downey, heads all in a bunch. Let ' s walk that way and see if we can get a market hunch. The star and tycoon stroll away but right upon their heels, Are Fillis (J.) and Kenefick — Nick Carters or O ' Neills — I know it ' s run for forty weeks, but I don ' t like your play. No more compliments, Kenefick, or you ' ll join Old Nick to stay. You ' re Shakespeare ' s greatest critic, yes; but don ' t begin on me. There ' s Hy Bloom — Hi, Bloom! — Oh boy, I really am punny. (The last from Donald Kenefick: you see, he ' ll never learn. ) Let ' s twit him on his latest book — I love