Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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'THE CPHILOMATH orchestra start, and then I saw Marie Soma make her grand entrance. Marie is Monte Carlo-'s most sensational singer. When I was taken into the office to pay my debts, I was shocked to see before me Grace Philippi, who, being of a gambling nature too, had broken the bank and was the new owner of Monte Carlo. While I was going from Monte Carlo to Switzerland, I saw Virginia Simpson and Blanche Lareau racing on bicycles through the Alpine passes. When I reached Zurich, I hired a guide to climb the Matterhorn. After we had reached the peak, I saw the lonely cabin of a mountain hermit. I ven- tured inside and saw a much disguised Ruth M cHale. The world had been cruel to her and so- she was living apart from the world. From Zurich I went to Paris. The first of my former classmates whom I saw was Lilia Oldach. She was the owner of the most exclusive women's dress shop in Paris, where I went to a fashion show. Her assist- ant, lane Devonshire, with pins in her mouth, and surrounded by yards of ribbon and lace, was designing a dress for the Sec- ond Duchess of Kent, who, I learned, was the former Priscilla Williams. At the fashion show the loveliest gowns were being modeled by Eleanor Williams and Florence Hayes. After the style show I went to register at an exclusive woman's hotel and saw many of my former friends employed as bellhops. They were Ellen Orchard, Dorothy O'M alley and Anna- belle Donnell. The chief elevator girl was Eleanor Young, and Madeline Warren was the page boy. At the Gay Paree I saw Elaine Rice and Elsa Winch tripping around in shorts, selling cigarettes. Standing on the street corner just outside the night club, selling gardenias and boutonnieres was Nancy Dove. When I returned to my hotel I found, much to my surprise, that my next door neighbor was none other than Mrs. R. Duseau, the former Margaret Kyte. Taye SC'I'l'llfC'l'll From Paris. I boarded the Super-Lux and crossed the English Channel. On the way over we passed Anna Barbieri and Alma Statton swimming to England. I Wonder if they have reached there yet. After reaching London I met up with the chief of bobbies tpolicemen to usl, none other than Frances Wright. She must have got her training as a marshal at F. H. S. Her first and ablest assistant was Mary Thorpe. Along with them were such shrewd detectives as Helen Antnl, Mary Callahan, and Mary Donnelly. Scotland Yard certainly has competition now. That night I bought a book and a magazine at the Covent Gardens Bookstand from Emilia Carreia. I read in the magazine that Hattie Balcom and Helen Hyndman had been signed up with the Shuberts to play in Shakespearean drama. They got their training in F. H. S. when they gave such a dynamic performance in 'tPeggy Parks. The magazine a.lso contained a very interesting article on t'High School Romances Don't Last, written by Elinor O'Brien. Elinor, a prominent journalist, has written many successful articles for the London papers. The next day I went to a session of the English Parliament and there I heard a voice I had not forgotten and could never forget. It was that colleen, Helen Cooney, who was representing Ireland in the Co-m- mons and giving a forceful speech for Irish freedom. Opposing her with great power were those two English representatives, Catherine O'Connor and Antonina Bru- netta. From there I went to Wimbledon, where Shirley Cornell was fighting for the Davis Cup. Shirley played a very excellent tennis game and won the cup in an easy manner. Three cheers for Shirley. The next day I boarded the S.S. Atlantic for Boston. After a couple of days I was once again in the South Station and ready to entrain for Framingham. The first great change that I noticed when I came into

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'Page Sixteen met the proprietress, Mary DeMarini. Her head assistant was Rose Garbarino, who guaranteed you the best wave on the island. VVhile I was having my hair set, Ruth Herbert, the season's most popular debutante, came sauntering in, and in- stantly the shop was all confusion. Every- one ran to give Ruth any service she might desire. Left unnoticed, I departed. Boarding the Super-Lux again, I was quite astonished to see Evelyn and Char- lotte Lane smashing the ping-pong ball back and forth over the ping-pong table. These sisters have made history in that sport. In the music room Susie Silenzl was at the piano playing, while Susan Cara- donna gave a solo dance, The Firefly. Among the spectators was the ever efficient Dorothy M ellin, waiting with a glass of water in case anything should happen. Gther onlookers were Gladys Beaton, Olga DCC-ollibus, Marion Hemenway and Gladys Jones, who were apparently very bored, as they were dozing peacefully. The boat docked at Hong-Kong, where the ship was met by such notables as Mary Carey, Carolyn Bjork and Mary Doran. They escorted us to the nearest hotel-if it could be called that-where, from the win- dow, I gazed upon a sight that shocked me. Like a parade, down the street marched about forty women with signs and posters, shrieking, f'Down with cigars, cigarettes, opium and liquorsf' These women belonged to the Women's Temper- ence League, many of whom I recognized: Marion Jones, Alma Hurlburt, Irene Ben- net, Angelica Basile, Jeanette Garceau, Elizabeth Mercer, Barbara Miles and Lillian O'Brien. Following the parade was Muriel Whitney, riding in a jinrikisha pulled by Leona Pierce. In a near-by Buddhist temple I recog- nized Priscilla Quinlan, Mary L. Murphy, Virginia Rorstrom and Barbara Tetley silently moving back and forth, now high priestesses. As I went further into the country I saw Rockina Piso and Lena T1-IE CPHILOMATI-1 Pompile wading knee-deep in the rice fields. The next day I hired a Chinese guide and crossed over into India. I visited the Taj-Mahal and was surprised to see that the sentinels guarding the beautiful build- ing were Louise Hyde and Daphne Ken- fway. Next I visited the Birds of Paradise, whose beauty was enhanced by the de- voted care of Minnie S ydow. Among the distinguished personages whom I met in India was the Sultan of Bolha-Dhan. In his harem, which is very seldom seen by anyone, were such rare beauties as Rita Paquette, Mary Murphy, Helen Mason, Thelma Reni, Clara Shul- man and Barbara Clancy. The Sultan ordered tea, which was served by four be- spangled slaves. I recognized them as Louise Dasoni, Mary Deasy, Madeline Dragone and Helen M aplebeck. From Bombay, India, I boarded a freighter littered with natives. I crossed to Mecca, where I witnessed the new dance sensation, Kay Pryor, who was sweeping the Arabian Empire off its feet. The boat, after passing through the Suez Canal, docked at Cairo, Egypt. It took a trip to the great pyramid of Gizeh and saw Emma Errico perched on the top survey- ing the desert. While I was there, Louise Carr went by on a camel. Emma told me that Gertrude Gardner had been kidnap- ped by a desert sheik, and when a rescue party had found them, she refused to re- turn with them. Next I visited Rome, Italy. Italy had become quite a place since Grace McGuire had succeeded Mussolini as dictator. She certainly had done wonders for the coun- try. At the Coliseum I saw Phyllis Bonner and Margaret Devine, who were employed as doorkeepers. From Rome I went to Monte Carlo. Being in a gambling mood, I stopped at the roulette table, where Jane Lovejoy was taking the bets. While I was playing and losing money steadily, I heard the

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Tage Elfgbteen Framingham was the new overpass. While I was admiring its beauty, Dorothy Han- cock accosted me, and we talked for over an hour. Dottie promised to show me the town, so we crossed the street and walked towards the Center. First we saw Mar- garet Healey and Adeline Testa. Dottie told me that Margaret had become Mrs. Owen Martin and that Adeline had be- come Mrs. Nattichione. They had just left their children at the kindergarten. We ate in Framingham's new diner, which Hazel Amsden and Mildred Bell owned and managed, where they cooked and waited upon the customers. I bought the Framingham Herald, whose editor was Norma Clajlin. The Framingham News now has competition. It was in the Herald that I read the an- nouncement of Joyce Murphy? engage- ment to Charles Mercer. We visited the Framingham Union Hos- pital and heard that Marie Galley and Marjorie Hawkins were the two best nurses available. In one of the beds was Rita C ronin, who was recuperating from a sickness which could not be diagnosed. Walking down Lincoln Street we saw the laboratory of Emma Saunders and Marion Schiaoi, the two greatest astron- omers on earth. Every two weeks, fo-r the past ten years, they have predicted the end of the world. On our way downtown we stopped at the new High School, and saw that Irene tContinued on page 613 Class History CContinued from page 75 Loring. Under these able leaders we have filled our positions of responsibilty most admirably. We entertained the Class of 1940 at a dance, and also celebrated our class C championship with a victory dance at the end of the football season. 'THE CPHILOMATH The Student Council, with Louis Carini and Richard Martell as presidents for the first and second terms respectively, carried out most satisfactory Student Associatio-n and Christmas Box campaigns. Our school newspaper, renamed The Student Crier, enjoyed a large circulation. Joe Pepi was the editor-in-chief. The hockey team reached the playoffs, and although we just missed the trophy, two of our seniors were on the All-Star team. Our other teams have also done their best. In February Peggy Parks visited our town. This was our Senior play, which filled Dennison Hall and kept the audience in gales of laughter or intent with interest. Helen Hyndman and Edward Shay were leading characters. The beginning of Community Life found an apprehensive group of seniors busily scribbling in little blue books in the hall once or twice a week, but as time went on we discovered that we really co-uld en- joy the talks after all. With the coming of spring everyone grew excited over his pictures. and ex- claimed with delight or dismay when the proofs finally arrived. These pictures were the beginning of our graduation activities, interrupted only by the May Carnival, in which we took an active part. As June drew nearer we began to realize that our public school education was near- ly over. Some of us profess to be glad, but when on this Class Day the gavel of office is passed to the junior president, we regret that we shall soon no longer be seniors. The Class of 1938 has upheld admirably the reputation of the Framingham High School. In years to come may we, its mem- bers, continue these activities in a larger scope so that the world may be a little bet- ter because we have been in it. Eleanora Keene.