Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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'Page TIl'6ll'L' On the Memorial Building lawn Leonard Bruce and John Breault were still hunting for four-leaf clovers. On the only day they found one they both were hit in the head by some billiard balls thrown from the Peerless. Prep Pool Room by John Rous- seau, who thought he was playing ffboccef' Howard Davis was walking down the avenue attired in a ladyls dress and push- ing a ba.by carriage. His family was one place where the woman ruled the roost both literally and figuratively. Dominic Manzella had turned dance hall promoter. He was running a joint called f'The Run- Down Heel and had for his best customers Brad Hixon and Dick Hilliard, who said they would learn to dance if it killed some- body, and they didn't care if it were them- selves. C Incidentally, neither did anybody else.l John Phipps and John Sullivan were also patrons, and could do the Charleston, square dance, two-step, the Fiore Turn, and all those fast, new numbers. The White boys, Georgie and Donnie, usually attended, but they had contracted a bad case of housemaid's knee from their trade, floor scrubbing, and had been ren- dered hors de combat. Don Weasel'l Wenzell and James McLellan were run- ning the soft drink department, but didn't dare to mix their drinks. Burnett Feld- man, big-time, get-everything business man, held the seventh mortgage on the and had threatened foreclosure. joint f'Red Ferelli, Manzella's lieutenant, paid him off in check dances. After having one dance the financial titan passed out and was promptly relieved of everything of im- portance by f'Dead Wood Dick Hanley, who wanted the titan to share his wealth. William Moore and Robert f'Taylorl' Sweetland apprehended the rascal and threw him out, but not before they had taken their large slice. Seeing enough of such goings on, the two travelers crossed the street to a diner. Behind the counter was Paul Morse. Ernest Oppiri, Doug Winslow and Bob 'Ti-1E CPI-IILOMATH Sturgeon were slinging hash. The boys evidently had been disagreeing, for vege- tables and fruit lay scattered around, and Winslow had a pumpkin pulled down over his ears. In a corner Bob Stoddard and John Dropkick Murphy were putting away a feed, pinching salt shakers and stuffing the old fruit in their pockets all at the same time. This was the last resort, so the two travelers jumped into the gas- hound and were off in a cloud of dust and duck feathers. But before they could get out of the town Constable Theodore Webster, acting in his official capacity, peppered the tin ash can with his blunder- buss and forced the speedometer up to the great rate of twenty-two miles per hour. The bullets did not affect the solid rubber tires, and outside of harming the one-piece of paint nothing could damage the good old snorting jalopy. So back to that out- post of civilization fFramingham Centrel it went, and there it would remain for years to come. The travelers had seen strange sights and creatures and now they were content to hole up for another twenty years. john DeMille. Girls' Prophecy In the summer of 1950, twelve years after our extraordinary class graduated from F. H. S., I took my first trip around the world. My personal guide to Washing- ton on the trip was Miss Josephine CRedl Keane. She, world renowned guide and traveler, offered, for a meager 335000, to show me even the most remote places I might Want to see. We flew from New York to Washington on that transcontinental air line, owned and supervised by Christine McLaughlin. She had to take to the air because the ground didn't supply enough space for her driving maneuvers. The pilot of our plane was Louise Halley, who must have been Chris's first pupil--her recklessness was

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THE CPI-IILOMATH which he catered to the demands of Co- burnville. On the beach front was life- guard Lou 'fBiceps Connor, who strutted around in a manner unlike his high school football days, when he spent most of his time on the ground recuperating from K.O. wallops. He was the object of looks of jealousy from Robert Delage, who al- though he grew six inches, found to his dis- may that it was into the ground he grew. Tornado Byrnes was racing a. motor- boat, and he raised such a splash that he swamped the boat. William Arcudi and Danny Pugliesi were running a salami sandwich parlor on the same lake front, and in Francis August they had a find, for that gentleman ate so many that he foun- dered himself and had to be given artificial treatment by first aid man Louis 'fMilk and Toast Dragone. Landing safely back on Mama Earth, the two- lads were glad to get away, for Charlie i'Gassy Richards was swinging a mean rag while wiping off the engine. George Richardson was driving a horse and buggy to town for travelers. In his spare time George rented the affair out to Rubin. Back to town went the jalopy, and it was found that Jackson Clough was the proprietor of the Clover Grille and catered exclusively to hangers-on. jackson set local fads by cutting his hair, then every- body else let theirs grow. Bob f'Dilly Dolly Dalrymple and Francis Graham, former big idea men, were now doing a fine piece of work in holding local banks up with their backs. Stopping to talk for a while, the two forgotten men had their heads together trying to scare up enough for a cup of coffee. It was confided by them that Willie Abbott had turned hermit and was holed up in a fox cave on Nobscot Mountain. Harold Butterfield and Leonard Crawford were playing cards on the park benches, and when questioned why they wouldnlt work said it was due to machines 'Page 6'le1'eu taking their jobs tincidentally their jobs were on relief j. Harlow Andrews, Ted Boyd, William Buzzell and Johnnie Lawrence were in town from the farm and were all set to blow their checks. They said that when they hit town Uten cents don't mean nothinif' Abe Ayoob and Bob Marino were trying to sell the hayseeds a quarter share in Brooklyn Bridge, but they said if they couldn't have the White House they didn't want anything. A roar of static was heard from the roof garden of the Old Colony Hotel, and upon investigating it was found that Douglas Davies, Edward Orzeck and William Warren, old time silent men, were now running a Vox Pop program and were driving the people away with their chatter. They had Francis Cavatorta held down in a chair, and were asking him whether he preferred blondes or brunettes. He said, I want to be alone. Parking cars for a living were those eccentric two, Dick Heald and Georgie Solomon, and they wished to find a resting spot for yours truly's overheated ash bar- rel, but connections couldn't be made. Then parading down the street with packs on their backs came those two ex- plorers, Tom Canali and Joe Morissey, who said they were going to attempt the re-discovery of Saxonville. Following close on their heels and pulling a large un- covered wagon were those human pack horses, Bob Mitchell, Eddie Montgomery and t'Big Boyl' Wharton, who, if they had showed that much dash in school, might not have had to stoop to this low racket. Albert M cM anus was the slave driver over this group and said nobody ever had to worry about his sparing the whip and spoiling the slave. John Burkes and Wesley Gray were working a 'fshake downn racket on Willie Brophy, whom they promised to take into their protective association if he raised the necessary four bits. Wild Bill could not, so they were taking it out of his hide.

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'THE CPHILOMATH obvious-but due to the soothing charms of Bertha Lomas and Marguerite Bird, the two air hostesses, we finally landed with- out mishap in Washington. VVhile visiting our capital we met the first lady of the land, President Martell's wife, Miss Marguerite McLaughlin, whose secretary was none other than our speedy shorthand pupil, Pauline C asella. That evening we attended the President's Ball and had the pleasure of being greeted by prominent statesmen, including our world renowned Massachusetts Senatress, Elea- nora Keene. Looking on from the balcony were the two socialist reformers, Christina N ute and Celia Krasnogor. After the ball I left Josephine and caught an early plane to Chicago, where I stopped for about half an hour. The air line hostess, Blanche Dunn, charmingly greeted us as we descended from the plane. In a spacious restaurant near by I finally tasted the delicious food of Mary Decina and Eleanor Carbonello, the two best cooks in Chicago. My next stop was Hollywood, where I visited the spacious Dav-Ley Studio, owned and directed by Virginia Davis and Laura Haley. There's always one way to get your name in lights-o-wn a studio and direct pictures. The picture they were shooting was entitled f'Life Alone Is Lonely, starring that new-found dynamic heart breaker, Mary Acton. In the mob scene were such unknown actresses as Gertrude Baker, Virginia Restelli, Amelia Warren and Nellie Suslowich. Peg Henry had finally crashed the gates of Holly- wood. She was the stand-in for the new box office breaker, Marjorie Chapman. My, but Peg had changed! The hairdressing department in the studio was supervised by the beauty specialist, Eris Chiudioni, who was ably assisted by Della Ablondi, Rose Turchi and Rose Ablondi. On an- other set I witnessed a scene from 'iLife with a Basketball, starring those great athletes Irene Kustron, Florence Ross and 'Page ffhjrleeu Barbara Richardson. Think what F. H. S. did for them! That evening I went to the Brown Derby and was shocked to see and hear that the master of ceremonies was none other than Louise Sa.xie Horne and her Mad Hatters, among whom was Nancy Leavitt, seated at a piano of her own in- vention-one without keys-while non- chalantly leaning on the piano and croon- ing in her lovely voice was Beatrice Bell. Louise was playing her 'fsax and Joan Turner was beating out the rhythm on the drums. Anna Smith was waiting offstage to impersonate that new radio sensation, Mary Radioonyk. The Mad Hatters fur- nished the music while that sensational dance team, Doris Collins and Virginia Tumasizewicz, gave their version of f'Looping Through. The next day I boarded the S.S. Super- Lux, which made my memory of the Queen Mary look like a canoe. The ship was cap- tained by Dorothy Harrison, and D-ora Mailhiot, the stewardess, showed me my stateroom. My personal secretaries were Pauline Kwasek and Ann Lamagna-both of whom could speak four languages. The steamer was certainly the latest word in style and comfort, due to the exquisite taste and artistic designing of Constance Shaughnessy and Estelle Steingold. As the ship neared the dock at Honolulu I saw Peg Perkins and Margaret McGaughey basking on the beach, exercising all of their feminine charms on the opposite sex. The beachls largest and most exclusive hot dog stand was tended by an old friend- Faith Boyd. From her I learned a lot of the sorrows and joys of many of my class- mates. She told me that Dorothy Murphy was vacationing in Honolulu to recuperate from the misery of her fourth divorce. She also said that Polly Van Ness, who was the new ruler of Hawaii, had almost revolu- tionized the island. Bidding good-bye to Faith, I made my way to the nearest beauty shop. Imagine my surprise when I