Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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12 Ev' Leach, John Halpin, Berny Wenzell, and Big Ed Wlodyka were engaged in a con- test of that rough game known as pool. Looking down the bowling alley I saw pin- boys John Lewis, Albert Martino, and Douglas Taylor expertly dodging the fly- ing pins. Upon leaving, I noticed two stal- wart looking men who turned out to be George York and Chief Ferrazzi of the F.B.I., who were hot on the trail of the notorious villains Davis Wiggin and Torn tDukel Ward. These two had been ter- rorizing the neighborhood children by stealing all of their candy. Beside the Bowling Alleys, I saw a large house which appeared to be haunted. The sign in front read, Hillary Flynn, Under- taker - Shirley illason, Doctor, Incor- poratedf' Anna Conza was telling people that the Doc killed 'em and Mame buried 'em. I walked a little farther and spied Ruth Beers, Domenica Betti, and Mary Cattani, waitresses in the new Chinese- American Restaurant, which had just opened under the proprietorship of Mary McGowan and Floris Mercer. The three girls nearly ran into Alda Saulnier and Rosalyn Spinazola, who wore signs on their backs advertising the Greasy Spoon - All You Can Eat for 2Sc - 4Oc cover charge. Investigating the cause of a noisy throng at my right, I found that the uproar was due to the doings of Beautiful Bud Boynton, who was surrounded by all his young Grove Street admirers. Headed for the pool room was wifey Pat Dujy, who intended to drag husband Herby home to do the dishes. Several members of the Ladies' Garden and Gossip Club cheering Pat on in this venture were Marilyn Cum- mins, Dot Burgess, and Jean Clapp. As I met Frank Kimball, Thomas George, and Edznunci O'Donnell of the Louisville Mud- hens, who told me many varied stories of life in the Big Leagues, Gertrude Gavin and Helen .llcLean drove by in the back of a 1953 Cadillac, driven by Rita Oliver THE PHILOMATH and owned by Gladys Mattjield. Helen and Gert were private secretaries to Wil- liam Butner, President of the Framingham Trust Company. Behind the Cadillac was a car bearing the seal of M.I.T. It rolled up to the curb and I noticed that the occupants were Head Scientist David Flood and his three famous colleagues, Professors James Hubley, Victor Mandoj, and Glenn Fur- bish. Suddenly I heard a terrific crash and I joined every one else in running to the scene of an accident which had just oc- curred. There I found that Ida Mayo's new convertible coupe had been badly dented by a machine driven by John St. Andre, who had taken his eyes off the road in order to watch Alice Garbarino, Norma Smith, and Betty Bradway stroll by. However, everything was cleared up by Patrolmen William Welch and William McKeown. A truck from Roger Davies' up and coming You Break 'Em, We Take 'Emi' service garage carried away the wreckage. By this time the oft-interrupted procession had reached the Memorial Building, where millionairess Pauline Stan- ley declared that she would finance the informal banquet. In the ensuing scramble for seats, the danger of serious accident was avoided through the heroic accom- plishments of Privates First Class Mario Naticchioni, Eugene Murtagh, John Con- nelly, and Marshall Garfield, who had eaten everything before most of the people could even get into the Hall. A large part of the crowd came only to stare at volun- teer hostesses Eileen Ford, Natalie Dowse, Marilyn Dauley, and Emily Lewis, who looked very fetching in their snappy USO canteen workers' uniforms. In the Hall, I was ushered by Toinassina Ottaviani and Nina Piscitello. They led me to a front seat where I could see the orchestra plainly. Norma Barnum was leading and Virginia Fagan was playing the piano. Bertha La Fleur and Loretta .Yunes were playing a duet, but Ruth

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THE PHILOMATH to the platform. Back of joe were Luigi Ferrazzi, playing the clarinet, Paul Laqui- dara, the saxophone, and William Kane, the drums. Louis Ablondi was leading the parade and singing, 'fShe was only an en- gineer's daughter, but boy, could she whoo whooll' Following the band were the girls of the Nurses' Corps. Lieutenant Jean Daddario shoved Robert Lee, who was making eyes at nurse Kay Sullivan, to- wards the receiving platform. The f'Gen- eral had just received his commission of a captaincy in the Marines. He and Cap- tain Fausto C hiudioni, who was being helped about by Peggy Davitt, were proud- ly displaying two halves of Der Fuehrer's mustache in their wallets. First Class Yeo- man Andrew Regan stepped from the train, followed by his stenographer and personal secretary, Lorraine Resteghini. Crawling out from underneath the train came millionaire playboy Michael Abu, his valet, Roy Russell, and bodyguard, Jack Carlson. The latter two had the al- most impossible task of keeping Mike out of trouble. A familiar laugh caught my attention, and as I glanced around I saw milkman Lawrence Geoghegan listening to farmer Sherrill Hart tell stories about traveling salesman Arthur Dupuis. After the roar of laughter had died down, I heard the rich voice of Francis Gallagher singing to Priscilla Alden and Mary Lou Ander- son, 'iDon't take life too seriously, for you'll never get out of it alive. f'Gagl' was supported by Jack McGaughey and Louis Pellegrini. Both girls were drawing a great deal of attention from Donald 'fSharpshooter'l Morse, Everett Kimball, and Alfred Napolitano of the U. S. Ma- rines. Following Michael and his escorts were more of Uncle Sam's nephews in uni- form. Daniel O'Connor, Raymond Byrne, and Thomas Crane wore Army Air Corps insigniasg Albert Scribner and Raymond Seariac wore those of the Tank Corps, and Victor Saulnier and Alfred Piccioli were with the Army Intelligence. Air Cadets 11 Eddie Schell, Mario Ablondi, and Theo- dore Mellin came out next, supported by Nurses Marjorie Waugh, Betty Savage, Mary Moscaritolo, and Edith Normandin. The stream of passengers from the train coaches had dwindled down to just a hand- ful by this time, and I noticed that the three people who were clad in the tradi- tional navy blue dungarees were the last to come out. These three turned out to be Warren Montgomery, Joseph Mullen, and Rocco Peso. During this time, the reception commit- tee, consisting of Anne Hines, Arlene Ed- wards, Joseph Neves, Herman Dyer, and Rose Moschini, had gone to Nevins Hall early to prepare for the gala social which was to include an afternoon of entertain- ment and refreshments. I understood someone to say that Mary Foley and Hen- rietta Bottinelli were going to have charge of the supper which was going to be served. Everyone was out of the train now, so the parade to the Hall was formed. The band came first, followed by the boys in blue, khaki, and white. Anna McGreal, who had been chosen 'Sweetheart of the 144th Regiment, was being carried on the shoulders of a group of admirers. Kay Bell and Sergeant Earl Burgess followed Anna. We turned the corner and headed toward the Memorial Building. We passed the Happy Swallow Bake Shop and saw owners Helen Del Prete and Annette Tam- bollio coming out of it to join the crowd. Pearl Colgan, teacher of English, had just bought some cup cakes. We met Earl Adams and John Grady coming out of Edward Acton's Bowling Alleys. I took a peek inside and there I met David lWhat's wrong with Ashland?J Tomb, who had just rung up the amazing total of 400 on a pinball machine. Gathered around watching this wonder at work were his contemporaries Ray Harrison and John Cotter. Charlie Hiclzson was standing in front of a gum machine mirror combing and admiring his wavy locks, while Ilerbv

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THE PHILOMATH M yatt spoiled the song by putting in two cents' worth of sour notes on her saxo- phone. As the people in the parade finally took their seats in the audience, Mistress of Ceremonies Mary Nickerson took her place at the microphone on the stage. Secretaries from the Dennison, Theresa Kelley, Helen Nelson, Virginia Norton, Clara Martin, and Marjorie Peck, sang the class song and Diantha Seaman and Ma- rion Gray accompanied the group on twin pianos. The song was followed by a 'twel- come home message from Jane Cowles, teacher of journalism at Colby, where Eva Falconi and Gustino Neri were the most promising graduates. After Jane's speech, Gemma Aceti and Louise Gavin made a tableau, each portraying the Typical girl I left behind me, with Albert Botti and Joseph Yurewicz as the soldier boys who left them behind. Rita Conti followed the tableau by singing the timely and very sad song, My Buddy. Following the beauti- ful ballad rendered by Rita, Alderman William Reed and a special choral group, which included Beatrice McClellan, Vir- ginia Mespelli, Eileen Meyers, Laura Prouty, and Shirley Sliney, gave their ver- sion of Going Home. The girls had the tenor voice of Stanley tCarusob Wenzell to give them inspiration and support. Next, instructor Helen Kane presented her bal- let review, HDance Divinef' which gave ,Mary Hines, Dorothy Knight, Della Man- ning, Jennie Surro, Mary Shine, and Peggy O'Leary an opportunity to show what they could do on their toes. Comediennes Pris- cilla Morgan, Barbara Welch, and Pearl Travis, whose radio show was sponsored by Peter P. Perkins of Pittsburgh, Penn- sylvania, kept the audience in a hilarious mood, until jugglers Dorothy Blanchette, Edith Bartlett, Kathleen Condon, and Iola Dellasanta captured the audience's atten- tion with their baseballs, dishes, and eggs. Chorus girls John Dalton, Ray Battis- 13 telli, and Edward Balbusti presented a duplicate of the chorus act which had been given at the Senior-Sophomore Dance on a certain Friday evening in the fall of 1941. Marguerite Burke and Cowboy Earl Fletcher presented a beautiful rendition of Roll out the barrel and pour me some. The program was concluded with Francis 'tTommy Dorseyl' Ellsworth's orchestra playing 'tGood Night, Ladiesf, After Chefs Mary Cardani, Phyllis Liberatori, and Walter Rose had finished mixing the punch, supper was announced. A short recess was held, and then the gathering convened in the lower hall. Each person took his place at the banquet tables, and head waitresses Thelma Stuc- chi, Mildred Samuelson, and Virginia Sheehy slowly carried in the varieties of food. The menu was an exact duplicate of that which the class had enjoyed at their banquet on June 8, 1942. When the meal was over, Jerry Donnelly recited an orig- inal poem on baseball entitled Casey jr. Strikes Out. Anne Daniels closed the day's activities by singing Tangerine, which was still a favorite with the grad- uates even though it was ten years old. The sun went down as the men and women adjourned to the steps of the Memorial Building. Flower girls Anne Larnis, Cathryn Rudd, Clementina Testa, Hazel Montana, and Pauline Laquidara, garbed in the traditional blue and white of F.H.S., passed out to each graduate a miniature model of the high school. designed and autographed by Janice Dun- lop and Barbara Harrington, who were as- sistants to George Morse, internationally known architect. Mary Glover, Manager of Bates' Sta- tionery Store, and Louise Vialle, econom- ist and sociologist with the federal govern- ment, sent through Rita Hanley, messen- ger girl with Western L'nion. their regrets at being unable to attend the reception. As dusk fell, the guests bade each other