Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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THE PHILOMATH -. 9 EllullllIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllullllllllllulllllllllllllllnlllnlInuIIIIIllllllllllnlllllllnllllulllllullnnllnnl llluulllm G au Jlffutvuf Those of us with good memories can vividly look back to the close of the sum- mer of '42 to that thrilling day when we, the Class of '45, entered F. H. S. Little did the teachers realize the impor- tance of our class! Little did the upper- classmen acknowledge the persisting en- durance and the dominating courage of us, the sophisticated sophomores. We had been here but a month when the seniors threw a shindig for us in Lin- coln School Hall. They called it the Senior- Soph Dance, and what a reasonable price for us Sophs! In the beginning our class appeared to be an ignorant one, for during the first term no one made the High Honor Roll. Many tears were shed, I presume, over this strange calamity! As tradition had it, each sophomore class elected a class adviser. The first choice of our class was none other than the petite and charming Miss Mary Cunning- ham. Her careful guidance and good lead- ership have placed our class in the ranks of the best. Our heartiest congratulations to her for such a splendid job! A few months later, there were still no names on the high honor roll for soph- omores. My, my, what shame on our class! Along in March came the results of our sophomore election! We chose Donald Chasse, Presidentg Madeline Falconi, Vice-President, Irene Vitali, Secretaryg and Paul Flaherty, Treasurer. A great surprise came o'er the Sophs in May. Yes, that rare miracle had hap- pened! That unexpected goal was attained tor something!! Kenneth Speigel made the High Honor Roll. Mother, pin a rose on Ken! The end of our Sophomore year was in sight and the summer vacation looked very promising! tPromising from the stand- point that we could stay up late at night and get up late in the morning! 1 When we returned to our Elmer Mat- ter in the following September, we were no longer those puny, undernourished sophomores! No, we had now risen to the rank of powerful and charming juniors! tSo we told ourselves! 5 The first name in the news during our junior year was that of Nancy Ford for her achievement in making the high honor roll. At last we were giving a true example of our class, scholastically and extra-cur- ricularly. For the second time in our high school career we were called upon to elect class officers. Our choices again turned out to be excellent, as We elected Robert Ablondi to be President of our Class, Nancy Ford, Vice-President, Martha Boyle, Secretaryg and David Edwards, Treasurer. Our years progressed peacefully until the time arrived for the arrangement of affairs for our junior Prom. We were very busy trying to make it the best Prom ever! Through the utmost efforts of all those in charge, the dance turned out to be a splen- did affair. Once again came the time of the year for the students to go home and sleep for ten weeks and the teachers to go out and work! fOr was it the other way around?! Coming back to dear old Framingham High School in September of 544, we were now on the last lap of this twelve-year job. We were seniors! Unbelievable, wasn't it? It seemed very strange every time we stopped to figure that in less than ten months we would graduate 1 ?b from F. H. S.! Getting right down to business we gave tContinued on page ll!

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8I:fH- THE PHILOMATH WE HUMBLY AND GRATEFULLY DEDICATE THIS GRADUATION ISSUE OF THE P H I L O M A T I I TO THOSE MEMBERS OF OUR CLASS WHO ARE Now SERVING IN THE ARMED FORCES ' I OF OUR COUNTRY K ,gulf . v ., 'I 3 - .,. L5 - ,544 . 'I -.., . ,Q-- - QW --V' ,- 1 h QI '-c'-4.1-,,:Q-9.-':Q.s,L4gT,.,S, 5.1 A,-kffgi fi - - ,f-,4:n... I ' - T ' Bti nina: Lit ' ' ' '

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El THE PHILOMATH iiiii iiiifiiii ifiii iiiii T i ii ifii E iffiifiii iiiii iifii ififiiifii ' G T T E G VVhile sitting in front of my wood fire beside the railroad tracks owned by Stuart Hoppin, and built by Richard Hare, eating the last of my de luxe dinner, which con- sisted of beans, beans, beans, and one meatball, I heard a rustle in the bushes be- hind me. Thinking some railroad Dick Cpolicemanj was on my trail, I leaped to my feet and was prepared for the worst. Suddenly a hideous shriek rent the air, Killer ! There stood Bob Ablondi, look- ing hungrily at the remaining half of my meatball. We were overjoyed at seeing one another after twenty years of separation since our high school days. After exchang- ing a few censored remarks, we started comparing notes on the adventurous nature of our journeys. Bob having a yen for corn, I began telling him my tale of woe. My hobo career started after a long ab- sence from Framingham when I em- barked on my comfortable lounging place on the rails under the caboose of the fast moving Sunshine Dairy milk train, engi- neered by Mary Geoghegan. Later, when the train stopped, a strange vision greet- ing my eyes turned out to be police cap- tain Kenneth Batty, giving orders to offi- cer Frank Donnelly to tag Paul Flaherty, who is still speeding on the road to North Natick. CKeep trying, f'Antam- bol. j Watching the proceedings was Franeis Grady, newly appointed manager of the St. George Theatre, now the Old- St. George Theatre. XVith him were his ushers Herrnie Allyn, John Benejito, and head usher Peter Bent. The picture now playing at the Old St. George was entitled 'fTry and Ditch Me, starring Ernest Chiappini, Thomas Burk Connolly, and guess who-that's right, Thomas Major. Wanting to see my old classmates per- form, I reached into my pocket. Only lnlnlulunllulnluInllnlllnllllullunuululluullulluluIlulllnlllulllnnIIlnlnnlnnnllunIuluulnnnnmunnl lnununul nu ullllulllllolllllllill lil forty-nine cents there! I 'fborrowed, loosely speaking, a penny from Bruce Magoon, who, at the theatre entrance, was selling apples which he had purloined from Louie Verdy's market. He informed me that David Diz Edwards was now coach of the f'Toronto Tootsy hockey team from Canada. After enjoying the movies, I dined in Blackie's Restaurant, owned, operated, and managed by William Quinn. In his em- ploy as waitresses were Mary Gormley, Ruthe Powers, and Irene Speigel. The en- tertainment featured a dance number by Roscoe HCharley Chaplin, and Franees Conza. The bar was being tended by An- thony, I drink more than I serve, Repucri, and Edward, I'll drink any man sober, Stucehi. . just then the swinging doors swung open and Ernest Finkelstein and Kenneth Speigel, Quinn's trigger men, walked in. I topped off my meal with a pineapple sundae, made of coffee ice cream, marshmallow, and nuts, whipped up by Donald MacEachern, in the drug store of the same name. At the break of day the next morning I sneaked aboard the China Clipper, which was warming its engines on Beaver Brook. When we took off, I was surprised to see, from my hideout, the plane being piloted by Ira Ward, with R iehard Strurn- sky his co-pilot. This was my first trip by airplane and I became exasperated Cen- raged, irritated, embittered-for those who don't know how to use a dictionaryl when I saw air-stewardesses, Betty Ann Haughey and Lillian Moran, serving coffee to the passengers, with none for me. How- ever, they soon slipped me a cup and dur- ing a short chat with them I learned that Madeline Ross and Richard Pinna had been maid of honor and best man, respec-