Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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THE HUTTLESTONI AN Priscilla Alden, in the front row, was Physical Instructor at the Y. W. C. A. She also had made quite a name for herself on the women’s track team in the Olympics. “The distinguished looking young lady over there,” continued “Buddy,” is “Dot” Janes. “Dot” is legal advisor to the president Since her appointment, it is said that the president has five new cars.” “Who is that good looking man to the left,” I asked, “sitting with that woman?” “Oh, that’s George Stetson and his wife. George is the most exclusive harberdasher on Broadway.” Just then the jury filed in. Helen Murley was the first one out of the jurists’ room. I had seen Helen’s picture in the papers quite a bit lately. She was the instructor of the Honor Society School. Sophie Such! Well, well, Sophie; I never expected to see you again after that last World News contest in F. H. S. in ’29. Sophie, I learned, was now circulation manager of some great newspaper. I’ve forgotten the name just now. It’s not important to know that anyway! “Who is that woman talking to her?” I asked. “Oh, I know; it’s Ellen Meal. Ellen is a teacher in dancing. Her new dances are the ‘Irish Lilt’ and the ‘Sailor’s Horn Pipe.’ I always knew that she would be a great dancer some day.” “And that’s Edith Rogers, isn’t it?” Edith is now captain and star guard of a wonderful city basketball team. ‘Edie’ always was a good basketball player.” The next jurist at first I could not recall. Finally, though, Betty Snow’s name flashed through my mind. Betty was a nurse in a great New York Hospital, according to “Buddy” and only one of her patients had ever died. She had had only one. I could guess who the next one was walking beside Betty. Hazel Perkins at present an office girl in a bologna company. No, I mean it! “There’s “Brad’’ Eddy! What a welcome sight. “Brad” still carries ice. I don’t know why they picked him to serve on the jury unless it was to keep the jurists cool in time of heat. How about it “Brad?” The judge is entering now and my companion and I recognize ‘Frankie” Velho; “Frankie,” a judge! There can’t be much work. 27

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THE HUTTL ESTONIAN Alice Chace Pierce was the business manager of this paper. Since her arrival on the staff, the circulation of the paper increased from twenty- one to twenty-six. Alice must be due for a raise, I thought. As “Buddy” and I were mounting the stairs of the court we saw a short, skinny young fellow running up the steps three at a time. He was attired in an aviator’s costume. I recognized his face at first glance; it was “Peanut” Rowland, the ace of the Mattapoisett Flying Corps. On both sides of the doors were the court officers. The one on the left was Aurele Parkin. Aurele was manager of the P H Q Stores. The other officer was “Ken” Marchant. He, as you know, runs an alibi office for married men. Business was not very good, he told me, because husbands always told their wives the truth. Seated at one desk was the defendent in the case. She was Doris whom we have mentioned above. “Ray” Mitchell her attorney was talking to her. He was, perhaps, the coolest looking person in the court-room. Later on I found out that there was an electric fan right above him. “Ray” is being sug¬ gested for Attorney-General. At the other table was the plaintiff “Walt” Cherry. I can never forget that baby face of his. Do you remember it in the Senior play? “Walt” teaches a dumb-bell class in the Y. M. C. A. He ought to make a good teacher in that subject because he knows much about dumb-bells. The plaintiff’s attorney was Jane Stetson. Jane( it seems, had been winning all of her cases (law cases) and was making a great name for herself. Jane surely knows her law! “Those two people entering the door behind us look familiar,” murmured “Buddy” to me. They certainly did too. A hush fell over the crowd, and someone whispered, “Here comes Bennett and Dutton.” After much inquiry I found out that “Kenny” and “Dutt” were the Einsteins of the year. Can you imagine that? Seated all around me were many of my old classmates of Fairhaven High School. I didn’t recognize them but my companion pointed them out to me. The former Ruth Bedford was sitting two rows away from us. Her daughter Melisande was with her. Ruth had married an athlete who is now coach at Cornell. 26

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THE HUTTL ESTONIAN The pencils of the three court stenographers begin to fly. I recognize the girls at once—Rose Freeman, Alberta Figuerido, and Catherine Flores. They had been working here three years now and the court was highly pleased with them, a clerk afterwards told me. The nerve of the fellow in front of me! He had fallen asleep in court. Some one was shaking him and finally succeeded in waking him. It was “Peasie.” The poor fellow must have been awfully tired, I thought, to fall asleep like that. I heard afterwards that he had just pitched a hard game for the Yankees the day before. Frank Machado was sitting with “Peasie.” “Frankie” also pitched for the New York Yankees during the summer months, I was told later. When not engaged at this pastime he was a broker in a New York office. A late comer sauntered up the aisle of the court-room. Looking more closely, I recognized Johnnie Freitas. Johnnie, I had heard of some time before, as a millionaire who made his money composing French tests. The court was adjourned for a moment to allow a law book to be brought in to settle an argument. As the librarian entered, who should it be but Lois Weeden. That Mattapoisett Training must have helped her out! Suddenly I was aware of someone looking intently at me from across the court-room. “Al” Hamer! The old rascal! “Al” the most popular actor on the screen at the present time! Compared with “Al”, John Gilbert was nothing. Beside “Al” was sitting Marion Milhench. “She’s now property manager for Zeigfield,” whispered Buddy. “He uses her in all his prin¬ cipal events. Her work in the Senior play surely brought her deserved reward!” The court adjourned for twenty minutes to give the jurists time for lunch. JTe booksellers swarmed in to sell their wares and “Walt” Perry appeared before me, saying that he was in poor health from being overworked in his soda factory, and the doctor had advised a little change. I bought the magazine “Physical Culture” from him. Mar¬ jorie McCracken’s picture was on the front page. What had she been up to I wondered. Oh, of course, she was a model for the magazine! Mildred Hoxie was standing behind “Walt” and came over to speak to me. She said she was happily married now, and she looked as if she had oodles of money! Mildred said that she had been recently 28