Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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8 THE PHILOMATH 3 Elma P i. e PART I. Well, who would have believed it? There I was, Wally Burgess, fifteen years out of high school and playing second fiddle in Bob I'eaton's famous one night stand orchestra, although we did have ex- cellent musicians such as Robert Moulton, vocalist extraordinary, and Clijjfora' Milli- ken, clarinetist known throughout the country. As I was saying, while passing through Nebraska on our Way to Holly- wood to play an engagement, I noticed from the train window many old class- mates. As William Martin peddled fruit up and down the aisle, I looked out the window and saw Jim Waters shucking corn on his one-half acre farm. Also shucking were such notables as Lewis Pierce and Gino Basoli. As we passed through the next small town, I noticed iceman Louis Abelli and garbageman Robert Porter were performing their duties well. At Road Ditch, Nebraska, the train slowed down to let a road race pass. In the lead was Louis Bengiovanni, pursued not too hotly by Bob King and John Antul. They weren't really in the race but still lived in the sticks and were running to catch a bus. On the last farm as we left Nebraska, Margaret Geoghegan was observed milk- ing cows. We stayed in Running Water, Colorado, that night in a hotel run by Lucy Dauphi- nee, who had been so good at short chang- ing-er, I mean shorthand in school. As I entered the dining room, waitresses Helen Shearer and Marjory Brady rushed up to wait on me. On glancing at the menu pre- pared by dietitian Mary Cunningham, I feigned illness and left. Since Running Water was the home of the famous Perl- mutter Science Laboratories, where so many wads of cotton had been developed in the last war, I took a taxi, driven by Anthony Schiavi, to the plant. I was greeted by Murray Waldron, the vice- president in charge of the president, who always had looked over President Howard Perlmutter and especially his scientific papers. Mr. Waldron took me to the test- ing room, where Margaret MacCorrnick was testing the appeal of new cosmetics on a very interested inspector, Sidney Gree- ley. Passing on to the bookkeeping de- partment, I discovered Virginia Dexter keeping tabs on, of all things, books. On the assembly line femininity at its best was represented by old classmates Dorothy Burke and Mary Garrity. In the explo- sives room Francis Campion was testing powder. He was also testing lipstick and rouge. My brain awhirl, I left the plant by the main entrance, where guards John Merchant and Joe O'Connell were watch- ing all tand I mean all! J. The next day our train started on its final leg to Hollywood. I had a friend there, one Francis Carini, who was a critic, producer and director lwashings done dirt cheapb. He had promised to show me around, and sure enough, after meeting me at the station he took me to Gigantic Stu- dios to see such famous movie stars as Janet It-ain't-what-you-do-it's-the-way- that-you-do-it Wilcox, and that super wolf on the screen land in real life, tooi John Valentino Dunn. While on the set of 'fCharley Chan in Casablancafl played by John Silva the left Barbara years agoj, I saw Ted Stillwagon making love to Dot Tosti lstillf. Desiring a less romantic atmosphere, I left Francis and headed for the Stork Club, now run down by Arthur F ronda, who always vowed he'd get some- thing for nothing. He was not very ca- Q5

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THE PHILOMATH --Q4 7 Q Glam On a morning dark and dreary, As I slept so weak and weary, I heard a knocking at my chamber door. My mother called me softly. Sh! She said, 'fGet up, you lazy bumll' Thus it was that I and a few hundred other sopho- mores commenced our high school careers. Wednesday, September 4, 1940, was quite a day, and no kidding. After being duly initiated by the seniors and juniors qwhich included being sent on wild goose chases, etc.J we forgave and forgot and set- tled down to just being the best class in the history of F. H. S. This was a breeze, for with such a swell bunch as we had, how could we fail? Don't mistake our pride for conceit, because anyone who belonged to our class had a right to be proud. In October, when the seniors had found out just how good we really were, they threw us the traditional splash, the Senior- Sophomore Dance. We elected Miss Fitzgerald as our class adviser, a position which ordinarily should have lasted for three years. Mr. Sullivan, however, thwarted our aims by marrying her in june. Who could blame him? In the middle of our sophomore year we elected class officers. That was a job and a half with the swell material we had to choose from, but so what! We were a class and a half ! The victors after final elec- tions proved to be Arnold Ferrari, presi- dent, Mary Clinton, vice-president, Peg MacCormick, secretary, and HHonest Johnv Silva, treasurer. After elections we studied tmore or lessj until May. Yes, you guessed it, came the junior Prom. The fellas, looking pretty sharp in soup 'n f1sh,l' and the girls, in their variegated sacks, trotted off to Nevins Hall, where they showed even the upperclassmen a trick or three. We were just going strong when rcan you beat it! 7, in june, they closed the school on us. The teachers needed to re- cuperate and, naturally, we didn't deny them their vacation. Incidentally, we had one, too. The following September the teachers, being fully recovered, and we, feeling com- pletely refreshed, returned to the halls of our Halma mammyf' It was tough being juniors. We were duly respected by the sophs but nonchalantly scorned by the seniors. Since our first class adviser had been wooed away from us, we had to elect an- other. This time we chose Miss Neal. the most popular teacher at F. H. S. Next on the program were the junior elections. The following became our class representatives: f'Lefty Morris, presi- dent, Mary Clinton, vice-president, Mary O'Malley, secretary, and Sidney Greeley, treasurer. We inaugurated these officers to serve for life, good behavior, or the dura- tion of the school year. Tempus fugited until May, when com- mittees were elected to prepare a junior Prom for the graduating seniors. As usual, we came through heads up and gave them a shindig which has never been topped in the annals of F. H. S. Then the seniors graduated and we, the juniors, were the Big Chiefsw-for a week. Again came vacation time. We had run the teachers so ragged that they demanded ten weeks' time to mend their edges. Then ensued a peaceful summer. But all things must come to an end, and so did the sum- mer. But fast! One September morn we found our- selves yawning in school again bright and early. Well, early anyway. tfontinued on page lim

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THE PHILOMATH pably assisted by Henry Weleh, bouncer, Richard Goodwin, doorman, and Dorothy MeKinstry, hat check girl. The fioor show was starting, so after tipping head waiter George Reni a dime, I was seated. First on the program was that famous dance team of Pauline Galvin and Stanley Kus- tron, closely followed by the police in the form of policewomen Vera M ontanari and Ruth Hoban. Next came the three Kube- linsky sisters, who were really Marie Chis- holm, Coneettina Guglielino and Wilhel- inina Long. They sang? The featured vocalist, Mary lPant-panty O'Malley, was temporarily indisposed, so a trio composed of Ruth Safstroin and Lucille Morini per- formed. After being revived, I sought something of interest, and sure enough I found man- about-town Harry Devine talking to- Jeanne MeAuley, who apparently didn't know Harry. As the clock struck one, I saw jogging my way those two insepa- rables, Al Haskins and Bob Norton. They were on their way home from their place of employment, the local pool parlor. In seeing them safely on their way, I encoun- tered Dana Leavitt, who ran a bookie establishment. Leaving Dana penniless Cmy dicej, I next came upon Mary Fer- riter and Dorothy Clinton coming home from Lockheed. They told me of the mis- adventures of Cynthia Foster, who is still in a certain history class, of Dawn Leon- ard, who has a very flourishing date bu- reau, and of Robert Johnson, who, turned down by all major, minor and semi-pro ball teams, finally joined the Phillies. The last person I saw before I entered my hotel was Mary Clinton, leading Charles Major by the arm. It seems Charles had been drafted late in 1943 and has been trying to get home from Devens ever since. As for Mary, well let's let her tell her own story. PART II. Yes, I'd like to tell you my story, as itis quite a tale. First, let me explain my pres- -+4 9 ence here in Hollywood. As a hat buyer of Fred Vitali's exclusive f'Chapeaux de Monde shop in New York, I was sent there to arrange for a shipment of the much raved about plastic hats modeled by Marie Lavallee. I arrived one night at eight o'clock and went straight to Irene Mailhoit's house, as I always did when I went to Hollywood. She was a very suc- cessful secretary to those super-producers, Albert DeCollibns and John Collins. Since my business appointment was scheduled for eleven o'clock the next morning, Irene instructed her butler, Robert Speed Riehardson, to serve me breakfast when- ever I rang. However, I arose at seven o'clock, ate, decided to do some shopping, and then have my hair set. Eight-thirty found me entering a huge department store managed by Allan Noyes, who told me that he had two good tioorwalkers in Barbara Bryant and Olga Pezza, so I went to see them. They in turn told me that Gilda Aeeti, Irene Barrett and Tina Colombo were also employed there. Leaving the store, I noticed Aurora Cas- eiolini, who stopped long enough to explain to me that she was a reporter on the Hollywood Gazette, now edited by Dick Ryan, and was going to court to write up the case of Otis Dyer, who was charged with giving Mary MeKenna's pet dog a butch. She said at the last hearing that lawyer David Gavin had had the jury in tears over the poor thing. Then off she went, and I meandered over to the Dream Room Salon, whose proprietor was Arnold Ferrari. He ushered me over to his best hair stylist, Basil Verdy, who set my hair. After that he convinced me that I should have my nails manicured, so I sat at the table patiently waiting for the manicurist: however. when I saw George Mooney coming, I hastily changed my mind twoman's prerogative. you knowl. Then I dropped into a florists shop to buy a rare plant that I liked, only to find Tony Leonardo, the owner. with