Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE FRAMINGHAM HIGII SCHOOL Editorial Board Vol. XLII FRAMINGHAM, MASS., JUNE, 1943 No. I Editor-in-Chief . . .... . SIDNEY GREELEY Art Editor . . . . ALBERT GIARIJINI A xsis hurts NORMA BERNARDONI DORIS BIANCHETTI WALLACE BURGESS VIRGINIA DOMEY JEANNE DONNELLY ARNOLD FERRARI KATHLEEN GALLONI ERNEST HEDBERG MARGARET MACCORMICK A dminixtm !iz'c Board CELESTIA MATHIEU JOHN MERCHANT WILLIAM ROLLINS JOHN SPERANZA FRED VITALI ANNE WALSH RICHARD WHITNEY JANET WILCOX ROBERT YEATON CLASS HISTORY Business Manager . . .Assistant Manager . . Board: DOROTHY CHIAPPINI, ELAINE CROFT, JEANNE POLLY PIPER A dvertising Staff DONNELLY, . ALLAN NOX ES . . JOYCE CROFT DORIS GARBARINO. E. AVERY M. FERRITER . STRINGER M. BOYLE V. HALPIN . SWEENEY B. CLAPP L. HEIBER . WALSH D. CLINTON J. KEIR H. WELCH J. CONNORS P. SPAULDING M. YATES J. CROFT J. SPERANZA D. TOSTI TABLE OF CONTENTS h Page DEDICATION . . . 6 . Fred Vitali CLASS PROPHECY . 7 . Wallace Burgess, Mary Clinton, Jeanne Donnelly, Robert Yeuton . 6 CLASS WILL . . . THE CLASS OF 1943 . . . . . CLASS AWARDS John Dunn . v . 14 . 10 . 40

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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