Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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12 re-- where they were determined to hit the gong. Elena pointed out Violet Green- wood, and her inseparable Tony was still with her. Elena then returned to soothe Jaek Clopeele, who had recently broken up with Mary and was now trying to heal his heart under the charms of Elena. After tipping the waitress two cents and wonder- ing if it were too much, jack and I started to walk to my hotel. On the way we saw Thelma lllarenghi, Mary MaeLeod and Josephine Ziehella arguing among them- selves as to which way was the shortest to the subway, as far as I know the argu- ment may still be going on. Then in a side street we noticed Dot Kennedy and Mary Geneseo practicing basketball for the big game at Natick the next day. Mary in- formed me that they had been practicing since morning and were about dead, but they weren't going to leave until they had made one basket each. On the steps to my hotel there was a long pause, and then Jack left, and I again entered my room. Virginia Pollena then tucked me into bed and saw that I had everything that I needed. The next morning Mary Mespelli, who was a very successful dietitian, called me and said Bobbie Yeaton and his cele- brated orchestra were in town. So I called Norma Bernadoni, who usually knew everything, and asked where Bob was. To my surprise, I found out that he was in the same building as I. So, quickly dressing, I madly dashed to his room and pushed my way through newspapermen. We finally had a few minutes together and he said that he was making a special trip to Fram- ingham, but I'll let him tell you about that. PART IV. Having had the delightful surprise of meeting my old classmate, Dr. Jeanne Donnelly, I then proceeded through the crowd. Suddenly I was seized from the rear. I turned around and saw Lennie Ball and Torn Ahearn. They wanted to know if they could join the band, but I THE PHILOMATH told them sadly, UNO! The reason was that everybody hears good bands, but I hire only the worst musicians. It provides variety and nobody knows what to expect. That night was the night for the musical quiz show. Among the contestants were Franeis Areudi, Rita Beland and Char- lie Bracken, who finally bribed me into letting him get the right answer so that he could tell his friends that he was getting more and more brilliant every day. Seeing so many of my classmates, I asked over the microphone to have all the F. H. S. grad- uates of the Class of '43 come up to the bandstand and We would then have them play selections for us. The first to dash up was John Furber, the noted author, who wrote t'How to Be a Wolf in Better Than 38 Seconds, Woo-Woo! Then came Margie Foss and her slush-pump ttrom- bone to youl. Her selection made Tommy Dorsey turn pale and even to a dark green. The next to play for us was Joan Sander- son, the boogie-Woogie queen of the piano. I found out from her that she had recently been in Hollywood, playing the female lead in t'Two's Enough, Three's a Crowd, I Want to be Alone! , while her leading men were Romeo Pendolari and Dick Crane tcalled Derrick for a liftf. Sudden- ly there came a weird scream. I rushed over to see what had happened. Someone had fainted. When I arrived on the scene, there was Dr. Edward Davis, the eminent veterinarian, giving Charlie Gardner a blood transfusion from a dog, while Charlie was yelling t'Woof-Woof at some blonde who was passing by. Seeing that everything was all right, I returned to the bandstand and the Star-Spangled Banner was played. While playing it, I noticed that one fellow was sleeping. After he had been awakened by an usher, I knew that it was Edward Capobianeo, who worked days at the Carr Automobile Factory, where Sherwood Automobile fpardon mel Carr was president of the company. I then left the hotel to go home and sleep.

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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.

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THE PHILOMATH As I went out to the street, there were Jean Lee, Sheila Finn, Jean Geehan, Dot Chiappini and Irene Day all walk- ing with Austen Moran. I later found out that they were all working for the Powell Model Agency under the direction of Stew Powell. This was the place where girls went as B-24's and came out as P-48's. I hailed a cab and someone yelled back at me. It was Stanley Toezdlowski, the cab driver. He told me that he'd never learned how to drive but he liked to drive fast anyhow. After finishing a ride of sheer horror, I went into my hotel and finally to sleep. Tomorrow I would return to good old Framingham. The next morning I journeyed to the Boston Airport and went over to Yeaton's Yumping Yiminey, my plastic airplane that used air for fuel. tMr. Bush take note.J Having no pilot, I called the con- trol tower and asked for a complete crew to fly the plane. Soon after my crew ar- rived, and it comprised all my old friends. There were Miriam Luby, Kay Towne, Jeannette Smith and Barbara Shoup, who were considered to be the top Hight fiiers of the twentieth century. With a crew like this the band was content. After waiting two hours for the second fiddler to arrive, we took off for Framingham. After five long minutes we arrived in good old Framingham tfast plane, wasn't it? 3. There was a large crowd to greet us and give us cheers, mostly Bronx. Among them were Carl Goddard, Dario Guernieri, Dick Manning, Marie Hanagan, Mary Hill, and the number one racing car driver of the nation, Lead Foot Ernest Hed- berg. VVhile going up Union Avenue I saw a large billboard advertising the jack Benney of the female world'l-Miss Bar- bara Turner and her violin. Along with Miss Turner were Mary O'Brien and Eileen Keeje, the celebrated yodelers. The accompanists were those three tender young gentlemen, Tony Pieeirillo and the -rl 13 clarinet twins, Joseph Messana and Vinnie zlllslfelltl. I journeyed to the high school, where I found that Donald Ephlin was the prin- cipal. It had been his one desire to be a principal, and now he was wishing to join the Foreign Legion or something worse. The school's math wizards, Fred and Bob Kinnarney, were trying to explain why two times two made four while two plus two made four also. These Einsteins were completely baffled. Jean MeGowan and Joseph .Viekerson were the heads of the English and French departments respec- tively. Both were teaching the modern slang to students who knew it much better already. I learned from Principal Ephlin that Ralph Langley and Robert Morini were generals at Washington. Arline Lina'- gren was an admiral in the Marines: this explains why the Marines were the best trained branch. She was able to get things done. Desiring to see all of Framingham. I called for a special bus from the Rovinelli Runaway Bus Company, ably headed by Libera Rotvinelli. Bidding Principal Ephlin good-bye, I rode to the Sudbury River Steamship Company depot, where Riehard Whitney was the man in charge. He was giving his hired hands, Paul MacDonald, Robert Wood and Fred Starzyk a mis- sion to carry out by kayak while he went to the ball park with me. I found out that Whitney had been fooling the public ter- ribly. He would send his hired hands down the river in a kayak and would have them smoke cigars so that from the smoke ris- ing people would think that it was a steam- ship. At the ball park I rooted for nine innings as Lefty No-hit Morris pitched a no-hit game. tOdd coincidence! I noticed that in the ball park there was a large Community Chest poster painted by the eminent artist, Albert Giardini. I finally returned to the business sec- tion of Framingham and did a little busi- tContinued on page S-H