Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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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

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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 HUTTLESTONIAN yisiting Edith Holmes who was also married. Edith had married a blonde. Let this be a warning to young men who loiter in corridors to talk to senior girls! Betty Haskins had been a guest at dinner one evening during Mildred’s visit. She was manager of a beauty shop in Boston, and very successful in her work. It was time for court to reassemble. “Timmie” O’Leary came hurrying thru the door. “She is another champion on the Women’s Olympic Team,” said Mildred. What famous people old F. H. S. has turned out! One would think that this courtroom was the scene of a reunion of the Class of ’29. Dear me, someone has fainted there in a corner of the room. “Who is it?’’ I asked a passerby. “Charlotte Terhune,’’ was the answer. Poor old “Charlie” was crying for her handkerchief, and her niece Jane, who was with her, picked it up for her. “Charlie” had married a millionaire some time ago. Some one came in to take her out. It was the court matron, Gladys Pemberton. She had an assistant whom I discovered was Harriette Killam. She told me later that she had been teaching short-hand and typewriting in Egypt. During her travels she had met Mabel Rounsville who was just starting out on a trip into Africa for her health. She had been working very hard on the entertain¬ ment committe e of the Girl Reserves. The afternoon wore away and a verdict of not guilty was returned by the jury. As I made my way toward the door, someone took hold of my arm. I looked around and saw Betty Parshley. After asking what she was doing I found out that she was engaged to the Mayor of New Bedford. I asked Irene LaMarche—the old dear was standing beside her— “What are you doing here?” “Oh, I’m just buying agent for a fur concern in Paris and I’m over to look at some goods. Do you remember who this is?” I followed her gaze and there was Marietta Giante. “Yes, Irene and I both work for the same concern,” said Marietta. “Do you ever see Rose Vincent?” I asked. Somebody then re¬ marked that Rose was way off in Alaska, had charge of an orange grove, and had engaged Frances March as her assistant. After a sad farewell I walked out of the courtroom and down towards my office. When I arrived there I was due for a bigger sur¬ prise than I had received all day. 29