Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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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-

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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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THE PHILOMATH ably seated, I looked around and noticed a distinguished gentleman sitting on my right. After gazing at him for some time I asked if he weren't John Speranza. john told me that he was going for his annual visit to his former wife, Rita LeBlanc. After arriving in Boston, Winifred went to visit Pauline Dalton and Jane Suprena, who were now noted models. I went to the Professional Hotel run by Gilbert Par- menter, where many famous people stay. Among the guests I now found David Morse, who excelled in physics, and Bertha Perlmutter, who was known for her debates. I then called in a secretary to type some love letters. When Lillian Oliva and Evelyn Ralston both walked in, I thought the class of '43 was having a reunion. Evelyn told me that Phyllis Han- son was now the secretary to Sumner Viall, president of Saxonvilleg and he had as his private errand girl Marion H ughes. Then I went to the conference and heard a speech given by Douglas McDonald, who still had that special wayl' with women. Paul Dyezewski illustrated his talk with fine drawings. Leaving the build- ing, I saw Roy Capra collecting stray dimes, so I took him over to the Copley Plaza, where I bought him a cup of coffee. He told me his old friend Leo Missaggia, who was a rich lawyer, passed him daily and wouldn't even speak to a poor old man. After slipping Roy a nickel I con- tinued on my way. A few streets farther on I noticed a crowd gathering, so I elbowed my way to the front and saw Audrey McGrath and Kay Galloni dem- onstrating a beauty preparation con- cocted by Marilyn Luey. It promised re- sults in two days, and so after looking at the faces obtained by UAudH or f'Kay,l' business seemed to be doing pretty well. Continuing my way, I noticed walking toward me a girl just out of a fashion magazine. Looking more closely, I ob- served the face of LaMora Heiber. Ad- vancing further, I saw Jean Hollander -+111 teaching Edward Guardiani and Charlie Flagg how to rhumba, a dance which in- cidentally was still in style. Celestina Antonioli was accompanying them on the accordion, while Flora Gittleson was play- ing the harp. I thought the sidewalk was a queer place for a dancing lesson, when suddenly Robert McLaughlin, a police- man, loudly entered the group, hollering something about breaking it up. It seemed that they were a team trying to get money illegally and had been caught more than once. Leaving them, I walked along. just as I was about to enter my hotel I heard a loud playing, and turning around, I saw Helen Graham stepping up high as drum majorette. Behind, Mary Boyle was swinging a march. Then glancing at my watch, made by Sybil Sehurzky, I quickly dressed for my date with Jaek Kinnarney. After calling Wallis Morse in to polish my shoes and Jeanne Wood to apply my lip- stick, I calmly waited for Jack. He didn't bring me any flowers because I guess he had spent all of his money for the tickets. During the opera he romantically held my hand while he ffdrooled over Helen Tor- diglioni, who was singing. On the way home in the taxi I suggested that we stop at the exclusive diner of William Ryan. Jack looked doubtful and then counted his money again, but we finally got there. Barbara Sunzmerlin skated over on roller skates to take our order, and I practically had to hold jack in his chair. Even though the place was small, Bill managed to have Anne lVaIsh's act, which included Jean MeC'auley, Eleanor Fiorio and Annette Varieehioni. They certainly had enough encores. Eve- lyn Borghi had a tray of rotten apples that she was selling and Eleanor Canelli was selling stale bread. Suddenly there was a burst of noise, and amid ardent admirers Elena Guerra and Alma Morazzini en- tered. Elena rushed over to see me and told me that she had just left Elaine Croft and Gertrude Smith in a shooting gallery.