Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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'THE CPI-IILOMATH than he did in the tank. His attendants in- cluded ace business manager Jake Stein- berg and head of the complaint office, now quite deaf, Clem Waugh. Next, crossing over to the tracks, they heard a tremendous bellowing, and after looking into everything they found that John Fiore was putting his oratorical powers into practical use by calling trains for the B. 81 A. By following the nose of the jalopy they came across a honky-tonk called The New Goff's Placef' run by Henry Tordiglione. There, tickling the ivories for his meals, was that king of swing, Jack Hart. He was playing for a stag party run for Louis Scagnelli's benefit. Louis was now running a portable, cut rate shoe shine box. The rumor was passed that the best show in town was put on at the New Howard by comedians Harold C olwell and Henry Scagnelli. Free admis- sion was given to all those over eighty who came with their parents. Mario Cr-oei was busily supplying the local F. H. S. baseball nine with baskets, knowing how much difficulty F. H. S. boys have had in fielding in the past. Also the remark was dropped in the two Gullivers' presence that Al Cardiff was employed at the carnival wiping the sweat off the iiying horses, while Jockey Clements was riding three winners at the Suffolk Downs race track. Bookie Tommy Tomasetti was sit- ting on the rail with a two-dollar ticket, en- couraging the bangtails home. Another thing john wanted to see was Gene B yrne's Hamburg Home in the darkest corner of Coburnville. Trowbridge f'Moth-Head Bent, according to a good source, was em- ployed bringing in fresh dogs and cats for Gene. Fernando Sanchioni, known in higher society as f'Blackball, was said to be running a Beano House in upper Park's Corner. His best customer was Chief of Police Charlie Ewing, who threw away at least fifteen cents a week on this. nefarious business. After being told by twenty-three colleges that he would never be another 'Page Nine Hank Luisetti, Burk .Sherman finally grabbed wise and now was spending his time refereeing the Midget League Basket- ball games in the Civic League. Also from good source was the story that Jackie Norton was carrying on the family' tradi- tion by planting them as deep as ever, and Warren Sheridan was selling peanuts in Fenway Park. Next the two travelers buzzed into Montwait, where they found a blooming hamlet. Kenneth ftSoup Hill had ob- tained a lot of improvements. Working on the local project 99-9f1O were the Pick and Shovel Kings, Burton and Arthur Carter, with Sydney Goodnow as night watchman. Sydney, alas, poor boy! was sleeping soundly in a fresh puddle of cement. Special Police Officer James Gage, of the neighboring settlement of Coburn- ville, was taking the dirt road to avoid being called to duty. So from there the two boys thought they would head back to civilization. The next stop was the Casino, where Louis Carini, Dana Craig and Charles Keefe were pro- moting wrestling bouts. When the wres- tlers didn't show up t'Muscles Carini stepped in there with Craig. But this night they were lucky and had a main bout. In the squared circle Irksome Irving Markovsky was sitting on Robert Welch, while Bob was releasing a series of blood- curdling yells, much to the joy of the populace. The chief referee of the Casino bouts was R. Duseau, who had had his glasses knocked off earlier in the bout and, not being able to see, thought they were only shadow boxing and did not attempt to break it up. Continuous heckling was car- ried on from the two-bit seats by Lincoln Smith, who wanted to know 'fwhen they would take it out of the box? The: local police, represented by f'Flatfoot Ken- drick, was restoring peace until he was struck by a decayed orange hurled by Deacon Van Yeaton. Patrolman Ken- drick was removed by loving hands, all the

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Ttzge Sigh! Qillllululllnnull lllllnlnln 'Ti-IE CPHILOMATH luunlllllnlllulIllllllnululllulllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIQ Eiinnnln uunnuun nlluunuluuuuulnlnlniluninnnuunnuninrlInnnnnlillnnInnuIlullIun:IeInlnninnnlinInInunnulnunuuuunlunllullng Boys' Prophecy As John Delllille seized his diploma and ran on the night of june 17, 1938, he kept on running, and twenty years later we still find him running, this time for garbage collector. He pulled up to the curb of the New Howard Theatre, now built upon the site of the old Gorman Theatre, in his lZ9 ante-dated ramblin' gas buggy. Manager James Capobianco was outside barking up trade and in the background was head cur- tain puller f'Old Howard Garvey, trying to figure out why the crowds stayed away by the millions. Out of the door came a seedy-looking individual dressed in a natty suit of pressed dungarees and shined sneakers. He was the distinguished fore- man of the weeders from Tho-mpson Bros. farm and he went under the moniker of J. John Capstick. John decided to explore the town with the aforementioned Mr. De- Mille. The two then made their way down the great white way of Framingham, now known as Boyle Boulevard, which twenty years ago would have answered for Concord Street. It seems that the town political boss, Henry C. Boyle, Esq., B.A., P.D. and B.O., had developed a yen to see his name in lights and had forcefully re- quested the change. His honor, the boss, presented the two travelers with the skeleton keys to the city so that they could get in and out. Boss Henry had in his em- ploy one Thomas H. Hobin as janitor of the Memorial Building. For this small task Henry paid him 7Sc, which helped to keep him off the dole. According to 'fBossie he was overpaid. Upon request Bossie pointed out The Oasis as the best night club in town. At the door, sporting a large handlebar mustachio, was the proprietor, a suave, portly gentleman, whom they recognized as Vincent Dornestico. Behind the counter, serving as houseboy, was Harry Foley. However, little Harry later became presi- dent of the Rag Swingers' Union. Vincent employed as his bouncer Ray ffHaymaker O'Connell, who could take care of himself anywhere, that is if trouble didn't break out. Vincent said that Beaver Street had another tanktown carnival, so John and his companion leaped into the iron antique and were off in a cloud of smoke. Upon arrival at the dump it was learned that Charles f'Strong Man Palanzi Qbefore the women got himl operated and ran a bull- frog leaping contest. Outside another tent Joe Breezy Pepi was advertising a prize magician. Eddie Shay was Pepi's pride and joy, but people wouldnlt give Joe a tumble. In front of the fat lady's tent Dick Martell was blowing off steam. The big attraction, however, was handsome Ed Sak-ooitz, All-American halfback from Walla-Walla School of Higher Knitting in 1944, Eddie the Apollo. Then a rumbling like thunder was heard, but nobody got ex- cited, as they knew it was only Irving Rubin, with his horse and team, in search of old refuse on the dump ground. After leaving the carnie they pro- ceeded to the armory, and there, in front of the street, was Corporal D. O'Boyle leading the awkward squad in their weekly capers. John DeMille, oncei a member of these graduated Camp Fire girls, stopped in surprise to see Robert Pickering and Francis Orchard, both good rookies, quiet- ly swearing at Leader O'Boyle. John thought his jitney was getting low on fuel, so he hauled into a filling station and as the buggy was being mauled they recog- nized a few attendants. Art Marino was there, dapper as ever, and he promptly proceeded to run more gas on the ground

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'Page Ten L while saying, I think the boys can take care of themselvesfl The battle raged until the ambulance, driven by John Hunter and John Van Vliet, came and cleared up the madhouse. jawn H. made a few of his barnyard cries and the mob quickly dis- persed, fearing the bull was loose. The two travelers soon left Carini's Crazy House in fear of their lives. Outside in the street Bobbie Maker, known as 'fLittle Man, What Now?l', was attempting to set up a push cart business, but his inferior fruit was being borrowed and not returned by a large horde of youngsters who persisted in pelting him until lil' Bobbie cried out in wrath, Oh, fudge on you. You naughty boys. Sitting back enjoying the whole scene was Big Butchv Kennedy, retired rubber merchant, who now and then lent his arm to the worthy cause. As the travelers progressed, tidbits of news came to their ears. David Keir, who made up his mind he would break 100, was swinging madly at a golf ball at the F. C. C., and all that resulted was that Tony Johnson, his caddy, was put to sleep by the warm breezes that arose. Bill Irvine, weed- pulling demon, was frantically clawing the hair from Mother Nature's head on Larry Ellsworth's farm in Southboro. Bill canlt leave because Ellsworth owes him so much money he will have the farm in a few dec- ades. Under Bill's supervision was Gene Worrey, trying to get started in the farm racket. Dan Driscoll was trying to ease himself into the picture, but every time he came around Larry said for Bill to send him on his way. After this bit of news, which was sup- plied by ace keyhole reporter Theodore Saulnier, who divided his time between keyhole peeping and printing propaganda for the Down with Everything Party, led by Jakie Miller, who aspired to be in- spector of prairie schooners for Sherborn, the travelers were beset by an unusual blowing and snorting in their rear. At f1rst thinking the mechanical gazelle had blown 'THE CPHILOMATH a tire, they turned around to witness the strange spectacle of Mac MacLean run- ning with his same old facial expression, only this time with Richie Furbush on his back. Mac said they were making him do this for winning the B. A. A. Marathon for the last eleven years in a row. Others get a fighting chance this way. In the near vicinity was Vincent Ephlin parading up and down in front of the UCrown with a boycott sign on his back. He said he lost a dime in a crack in the floor and wanted to be avenged. Inside Lenny M osearitolo was making whoopee and Guido Ceruti was nursing a glass of water while waiting for the sidewalks to be rolled up. Tony Sannicandro was attempt- ing to crash society, but owing to the boy- cott of the 'tCroWn was unable to enter that secluded spot. Arthur Butler, mayor of Nobscot, had come to town, but had se- riously sunburned the roof of his mouth, and also he had brought along a pair of dark glasses so he wouldn't be dazzled by the bright lights. At this point Robert HBobbie Doherty's paper hanging shop could be plainly seen. We all knew HBob- bie would make good at this trade. Charlie Eaton had been Bobbie's first assistant, but he got tangled up in Bobbie's paste and stuck to the wall and papered over. Now he was demoted to ceiling washer. John Garrity was the best soda jerker of Hughes' drug store, and John Hoban, the soda guzzling king, his best customer. just then the antedated four- wheeled boiler stumbled and jumped in the direction of the Framingham Airport, and there, to the amazement of the traveler, it was seen that Edward UPudgy Loring was the brains behind the works. t'Pudgy offered to have the boys taken up in his new Hying spider. At the controls was that hair-brained aviation cracked skull, John Shea, who promptly turned the crate into the Dipsy Doodle number. Flying over Farm Pond they could make out Anthony Inglesi doing a rushing fish business by