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

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CPLISING THE C€CI5IC)€CS For the last time, gentlemen, we set out to cruise the corridors of our beloved alma mater — so hop aboard and off we go. . . . To the right, dear rubbernecks, we have the cork bulletin board, an institution since the school was founded in 1821. Today we observe a special notice — a list of the lucky fellows who are to graduate. Feels good to see your name there, doesn ' t it. . . . . Moving on a bit, we come to the headmaster ' s office on our left. Here we see some of those great and pedagogical men with whom we ' ve been so long assoc- iated. . . . We move on. . . . Rounding a corner, we bump into Class President Emil Pag- liarulo, followed by Messrs. boris, Flynn, Duwors, and McNamee. Emil waves a friendly greeting and passes on. ' Don ' t forget your alumni dues, suggests Jimmy Flynn in passing. Take it easy, pal, says Vincent Boris. . . . Feeling a glow of importance at having met these men, we turn right, climb the stairs, and proceed along the second floor cross-corridor. In passing Room 233, otherwise known as th Record office, we hear a bit of hubbub. Open- ing the door, we pesp in. We see a small room filled with many boys; something very im- portant seems to be going on. We recognize John Kelley, who is saying, I ' ll bid two. Raymond Butters says, I ' ll bid three! Joseph D ' Agostino cries Four! ' Suddenly George Kushner rises on a chair and proclaims, Sold to the American Tobacco Company. . . . At Mr. Heffernan ' s quiet suggestion, we close the door and leave behind us this bizarre bazaar. . . . Past Mr. Connell ' s typing class, past Mr. Brown ' s key-room, and we ' re on the South Side again. . . . From now on we move ratther aimlessly, flitting about from here to there; and in our peregrinations about the corridors the following things we see; Francis Abbruzzi whispering Leave it out to Felix Marcella, aad selling Prom tickets to William Beachman and Charlie Bamberg at the same time. . . . Paul (Bumpy) Burns proudly exclaimi ng to J. J. Deveney that he is the fifth and last of the Burnses at English High. . . . Dick Baumberger penning a letter to M. I. T. asking if their cuisine includes custards. . . . Hy- man Bloom looking down Warren Berry ' s mouth and saying, ' 1 m going to be a dentist, you know. . . . Irving Shaknov expounding the mysteries of quadratic equations to M46. . . . Don Kenefick in a corner shooing away all over-shoulder-lookers as he writes a poem about M46. . . Thomas Miller in the library with his nose buried in Scott ' s Stamp Catalog. . . Bobby Green at the 106 door telling a tardy freshman to use the Warren Avenue entrance, please. . . . Kieran Kilday and Nat Bellantoni busily turning out linoleums cuts and pen-and- ink drawings by the dozen. ... J. P. Tumblety with a World Atlas trying to find Katydid Four Corners on the map. . . . Al Wojnilowicz drawing a sweet-sounding bow across his violin, while Jack Whitmarsh clasps his hand; and sighs. . . . Dr. H. C. Ferner telling Jo- seph Jahjah how to cultivate zinnias — while Joseph Jahjah tells Dr. H. C. Ferner that it ' s hyacinths he wants to hear about. . . . Tony McConologue telling the story of Timon of Athens to Dick Maloof, who is trying to get a word in about the Brooklyn Dodgers. . . . William Davis narrating the story of how hi came to own that yellow jersey with the figure 8 on it to J. Dinoff. . . . While J. Dinoff explains the European situation to Dave Butler.

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with, we leave only the fond hope that they will never see our faces again. The class, in particular, leave the follow- ing bequests, to anyone foolish enough to accept them: a. Mr. Baumberger, Mr. Bloom, Mr. Fil- lis, Mr. Kenefick all join in sending Mr. Malone a shiny group of juniors to make another good staff next year. b. Mr. Dance-Committee McCarthy leaves, carrying the heavily slumbering Mr. Foot- ball-team King in his arms. c. Mr. R. E. Kelley leaves seventeen manu- scripts to the care of the N. Y. A. boys, also a solo tenor part. d. Mr. Fillis leaves Mr. Ohrenberger. e. Mr. Kenefick leaves the Devil in the care of the janitor, in order that the honor- able custodian may learn some pointers. f. The honorable Hubert Cadwallader Ferner leaves his thoughts on Life and Let- ters still sonorously echoing throughout the building. g. Mr. Golden leaves with my belt! h. Mr. Shaknov leaves, brooding over the terrible futility of finding the square root of -2. i. Mr. Raiklen leaves with a dictionary, trying to find the Spelling Bee judges. j. Mr. Bellantoni leaves some very fetch- ing sketches, and goes to find a job at Leo- pold Morse ' s. k. Mr. Kushner leaves in agony, lest some- one, in his absence, place his feet upon the Record office desks. 1. Both Mr. Millers join in leaving one spuckie, in fairly good condition, to Miss Millane, to be used as a cornerstone for any new lunchroom that may be built, m. Mr. Newman leaves, wondering if he will be mentioned in the Class Will — leaves, let me say, the way he kayme. The Class, recognizing the need for en- couraging the young, leave the following bequests to those that manfully toddle after, bless their hearts: a. To the Juniors — a gnawing sense of inferiority. b. To the Sophomores — a paternal pi.t, a few words of encouragement, and an as- surance that they haven ' t seen anything yet. c. To the Freshmen — • six hundred pairs of long pants. So therefore, we the undersigned, to wit and whereby and or whereas, being in advanced mental decay and arrested physical develop- ment, do hereby affix, such of us as can write, our signatures. X {The Class of ' 39) Codicil — We forgot to say that we also, by some miracle, leave the school. Witnessed and duly sworn to and all that stuff by the Official SkuUduggerer of the Class of 1939, D. Patrick Kenefick, attorney -wit hout-t he-law (or at least not much.) Eheu fugaces studentes! This, therefore, is the remarkable find I have made in this crumbling edifice. I think my previous theory of the place being a robber castle may be safely given up. Obviously it was a school for — well, obviously again — ■ mental deficients. If it was a school, no doubt all that this batch of patients left to their masters was an all pervading sigh of relief. Theobald M. Fooforaw. P. D. Q. (13)

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. . . . And Dave Butler tells J. DinofF that he knows all about it, anyway. . . . Gouse and Bob McCarthy trying to decide where to hold the next Prom .... Bill Powers showing Paul Randall the type of flint-and-steel that ' s used in the wilds of West Roxbury. . . . Joe Gangemi doing and undoing his bow-tie, just for the fun of it. . . . Ernest Santosuosso tell- ing Eddie Gcnovese how wonderful Vergil is. . . . Jimmy Greatorex mumbling to himself, Oh, what the heck do I care . . . . John Fiore, Tad Sadowski, and Mat Raiklen counting each other ' s A ' s to find out who ' s got the most, anyhow. . Sid Newman thanking Woofy Flaherty for typing Stuff and Things. . . . Stan Buchanan laughing at one of Dave Clancy ' s jokes and then saying, Oh, that ' s just plain silly. . . . Denis Stamatos enacting FalstafF from Henry IV while Mr. Hayes beams with delight. . . . Tom Conlon insisting that his es- says are not to be confused with those of Fillis, Kenefick, or Macaulay. . . . Bernie Fried- man and Gregory Luke scowling fiercely at each other. . . . Robert Taylor for the 199th time denying that he works in Hollywood in his spare time. . . . Eddie Dunne dreaming of the orchestra he ' ll lead which will make Artie Shaw sound old-fashioned. . . . Nat Kramer and Ray Goldberg arguing about trigonometric functions. . . . Abe Golden and Don Kene- fick arguing about a belt. . . . Robert E. Kelhy compiling his looist volume of short stories. Eddie Fitzpatrick punishing John Field with puny puns (pun my soul!) and never having even met Dick Baumberger. . . . And so on, and so forth. Our corridor-cruise now comes to an end, unfortunately, so we ' ll bid you a fond flub-dub. However, for ten cents more you may see Chinatown. , J. F. 4 STUDENT COUNCII- First Row — Luke, Duwors. Mr. Rccd. Pagliarulo, Mr. Frazier. McNamee. Horan Second Row — Manjou. McDonnell, Neilsen, Heggem, Edwards Third Row — Smith, Di Giacomo, Cameron, Breen, Carey