Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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14 THE PHILOMATH 55 elm Wall' f 5 'I ., Q' LAST WILL AND TEST.-XMENT OF THE ILLUSTRIOUS CLASS OF 1943 We, the Class of '43, being of question- ably sound mind and unquestionably sound body las witness the 1-A's about to be drafted 5, do solemnly swear and avow this document to be the expression of our heritage for those succeeding us, and for the faculty as a whole and as individuals tfor some of them certainly are individ- ual J. We, the aforesaid class, leave as re- quired reading several volumes of Sir Thomas More's Utopia for harassed and disillusioned members of the faculty. We, the woebegone, bedraggled, and completely supine Class of '43, leave to the more masterful members of the faculty a treatise on the dangers of inhibited self- expression. We, the slightly disgusted and more or less hopeless class, do leave to the future editor of the Sludent Crier a complete set of unused ideas twhich he undoubtedly will never usel for the improvement of said publication. We, the tongue-tied Class of '43, leave a dictionary of original pronunciations to Miss Benton. tWritten with Mr. G. D. Lundberg as contemporary author.l We, being mindful of everyone else's mistakes as well as those of our own, leave Mr. Small a new gas mask to replace the old one he keeps in his office as protection against those experiments that didn't turn out just as they were expected to. We, having often been rescued from the brink of a test, leave a set of printed in- vitations to be sent to friends in the armed forces. tThose who make them out should remember to state the time so that there will be a special broadcast in the middle of Mr. liush's physics class.l And now we come to the bequests of a more personal but equally irrelevant na- ture. I, Lefty Morris, being in a position of popular attention and therefore feeling the need for a bequest, leave my best wishes for the incoming class. I, Mary tBusybodyJ O'Malley, leave to some similarly gifted female of the next class my ability to out-talk any member of my class. We, Basil Verdy and George Mooney fthe 'fLaurel and Hardy of F. H. SJ, leave Mr. Daniels a picture of ourselves to cheer him between the innings when things look bad. I, Fred tSheikb Vitali, leave to some in- coming Don Juan special directions for better grooming feven how to wave your own hairl. I, Red fHey! Look at Mel Waldron, leave to an unusually lucky member of the succeeding class my knack for con- sistently doing the wrong thing and having it come out all right. I, Don fHep-catl Ephlin, leave to some nervous soul the habit of ruining teachers' nerves by beatin' it out on anything with- in reach. I, George tMatchstickl Reni, leave a standing offer to tutor anyone in the Reni system of dancing. This consists of lean- ing 'way over backward and letting your partner dance in a circle around you. I, Wallace tCutiel Burgess, leave to an innocent-looking member of the incoming class a list of dumb, disconcerting, but de- cidedly apropos questions for better heck- ling earnest pedagogues. I, Lou lAdonis7 Abelli, leave to the best-looking member of the next class my profile and my far-away look, which often

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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

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THE PHILOMATH comes in handy when I am being asked a difficult question. I, Jeanne tDid-You-Hear-About-Sd and-So?J Donnelly, leave my ear for gossip and 'fnose for newsl' to anyone in the next class who has no self-conscious- ness or pity in her character. I, Elena tBashfulJ Guerra, leave open for pretty applicants my undisputed posi- tion as the quietest marshal. I, john tGenius?J Antul, leave a deep breath to the one in any future class who thinks that he can talk as long or as often as myself. We, Swede Hedberg and Uncle Bengio- vanni fthe 'fMutt and jeff of high school J, leave Mr. jones a revised edition of track rules which will allow Swede to -+24 15 jump any way at all, and Uncle to run in every race until the opposition gives up. I, jean McAuley, leave to Sue Merriam a perfect voice for saying, ftI'm only tree an' a half years old. As given in Ward 228 of the Framing- ham Unsanitorium on the seventeenth day of the fifth month in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and forty- three, and duly witnessed by: Roberta Polepsky Eva Costello H. Victor Perlsputter Edwin Stillwagging and the class ltaw Jyer J. Antonius Duhnne. We, the Class of 1945 leave the High School! 01644 .Jfzlilaay fContinued from page 79 We were amazed to hear that again we had to elect a class adviser. Honestly, it was getting to be a routine. This time we elected Miss Wiley, who had also been ad- viser to the Class of '42, After working with Miss Wiley for a year, all we can say is, There ought to be a schoolfulf' VVe planned a gala Senior-Sophomore dance to welcome the incoming Class of l45. It was a howling success, as anything promoted by our class would naturally have to be. Election time rolled around again and the class leaders were: ftLefty Morris, president, Mary Clinton, vice-president, Mary O'Malley, secretary, and 'fPorky Collins, treasurer. Our athletic teams under the leadership of f'Lefty,' Morris, Billy Ryan, Sid Gree- ley, Basil Verdy, and Bill Martin piled up an impressive string of victories and really gave the school something to root for. The days had gone by on roller skates and we found ourselves approaching grad- uation faster than somewhat. Before we knew it we were in the midst of gradua- tion activities. Junior Prom . . . Band Concert . . . Class Night . . . Music Fes- tival .... All these events seemed to trans- pire in a dizzy haze, or a hazy diz, or some- thing. Then on the night of june 18 we walked the last mile down Nevins Hall, up the stairs, across the stage, down the stairs. and back to our seats. We came out of it all clutching a diploma and we knew that this was farewell to F. H. S. forever. FRED YITALI.