Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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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

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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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10 ter- Mary Tambollio and Pauline Vella, his pleasing helpers. From there I took a bus, driven by Charles Foster, to Maureen .lIoran's Plastic Corporation. While find- ing a seat on the bus, Mary Hanley and a Little boy caught my attention. She told me that she was married and the little boy was her son, Ralph, jr. She also told me that recently she had attended the wedding of Melita Sargent, whose charming brides- maids had been Rita Welch and Mary Young. Bidding her good-by at the Plastic Corporation, I walked up the main en- trance into doorman Nancy Burkes tsince the last war you never can tell what jobs your old classmates might holdl. Entering the building, I was delighted to find Polly Piper, receptionist, Doris Gar- barino and Eleanor Gumben, efficient sec- retaries: Sis Mathieu, occupying the in- formation booth, and Francis Macchia- roli, janitor. As I strolled into the elevator, Thelma Cavatorta was breaking in Evo Castelli to run it. Rather than disturb them, I walked to Maureen's office on the fourth floor. She was busy at the moment, so I waited in the reception room with her private secretary, Patricia Bangs. We turned on the radio just as announcer Ruth Campbell stated that a contest was about to begin between housewives Molly Ducey, Kathleen Langley and Doris Bianchetti to see who could do a weekls washing in just five minutes with that colossal new soap, Its Better than Swan. At that moment Maureen came out, so I don't know who won the contest. I selected our order, then with my business complete I rode back to town to meet my hostess for lunch. She took me to a quiet little tearoom run by Janice Connors and Margaret Irvine, with Bertha Seltzer cashier. After lunch I thanked her for a pleasant visit and told her that I was leaving at four olclock. On my way to the station I saw Dot Steaeie and Shirley Taft selling hot dogs. When I arrived there I saw Eleanor Gillis and Grace Stuechi, who had just got off the THE PHILOMATH train to give Hollywood a going over. I bought a magazine from Louise Murray, who had a newspaper stand, and boarded the train. I browsed through the magazine and saw several clever cartoons drawn by Dot McLean,' then I fell asleep. When I awoke I was home, that is, ex- cept for an hourls drive. I dropped into a little Fashion Shop to see an old friend, Majorie Dauley, who told me that Anna Palladino and Charlotte Putnam were going to Europe with a ballet troop, headed by Pat DeMauro. Then I picked up my car and started home. I had been driving for about half an hour when a motor car came speeding out of a street and side- swiped me. Thatls all I remember until I awoke in a New York hospital to see Dr. Jeanne Donnelly, who told me that I'd live, and that Lillian Minezzi and I had had a little bang-up, but we'd be all right. However, I found I had my head band- aged, a broken arm and a few scratches to keep me company. Before I dozed off again I saw nurses Dot Morehouse, Alice Lewis, Doris Kimball and Rosalyn Lebe- wohl stroll pass the door. PART III. I left Mary in the care of capable James Fair, who was an intern at the hospital. Then I left him in charge of Virginia Gal- lagher and Shirley Foster, who I knew would watch him very carefully. XVell, I hurriedly left the hospital for a conference in Boston. When I entered the taxi, the driver, to my surprise, was Fred Garry, who told me that he was now mar- ried to Virginia Domey. We raced to the airport, and I met my very attractive nurse, Winifrea' Acton, surrounded by such me- chanics as TommySaunders,James Rollins and John Tratiaglini. Rescuing her from the wolves, I hurriedly bought tickets from John Santos, who fiirted dreadfully with Winnie. We then boarded the plane and saw Clementina Nicoli as pilot and Irene LePore as hostess. After being comfort-