Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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E PHILOMATH Vera Buchner Angie Gentili Virginia Egan Iackie Brown Rachel Labazio Norma Benjamin Elsie Bianchetti Barbara Leach Marjorie Quinn Dolly Falconi Ernest Finkelstein Paul Flaherty Shirley Anderson Helen Devine Eleanor Nei Ellen Walsh Robert Iordan Sn Sidney Lebewohl Mary Bertuzzi Marguerite Bengiovanni Iohn Garvey Priscilla Spaulding Edward Stucchi Edward Higgins Viv Zeller, Tony Bianchino, Betty Mahoney First Grade, Hastings School Carmela Mangini Martha Boyle Terry Cowles Tom Donnelly and Phyllis Iost Ralph Sawyer lean Hargraves Iennie Dallamora Luanne King Cynthia Iones Edward Lewis Richard Cassidy Edna Gerrard Iohn DeGregory Warren Buzzell Beatrice O'Leary Priscilla Turner Gene Oliva Phyllis Bater Veronica Brooks Louis Verdy Malcolm Flood Quentin Sewell HIIIIUVLI 'I I I J-I-K, Glafu I7 Flimsy Flab Forced into Physiquefl pro- prietor George Hopkins. Near the end of the next block I came to Dorothy Saul- nier's book shop. Upon entering, I found myself gazing at a huge volume about five inches thick. Blazoned on the Moroccan leather binding in gold letters-The Auto- biography of John Garvey, 'fThe Master Mind. When I replaced the book, Dotty Was coming toward me in a very cute Jane Colman frock, designed by none other than jane herself. She asked me to tea, and having nothing but a hole in my pocket, I accepted willingly. She men- tioned that she had recently received a let- ter from Naney Ford, who was a. teacher at our good old Alma Mater. However, she seemed to be trying very hard to outdo Einsteing she was slaving on a process of making six and six equal sixty-six. In her letter Nancy mentioned that Warren Buz- zell and Jean Hargraves, happily married, were now working at school as custodians. Mary Bertuzzi and Buddy married and were very delighted with Buddy, jr. Irene Pignoni was playing shortstop for the 'fGargoyles, who had won every game that season. Nancy had overheard Gilda Bernardi Calabrese telling her daughter, tContinued from page l3j who was starting out on her first date, to be a good girl and have a good time. The daughter quickly replied-l'Make up your mind, Mother. Tea was now over. I thanked Dorothy and was again on my way. Yes, on my way to Chicago and all points west. The first object to catch my eye as I sauntered along thoughtlessly, was a huge saxophone, dangling in a doorway. On the sign beside it was i'Sax Appeal Taught Here. Co-Owners, Patsy Paradis and Phyllis Kadraf' just then I heard two familiar voices, one explaining to the other the difference between a sewing machine and a kiss. One sews seams nice. and the other seems so nice. I looked over my shoulder to discover George DiCristoforo and Arthur Needham, apparently only re- cently interested in things domestic. One wore a sign, Eat at Falconi's Famous Irish Fish Farm, owned and managed by Dolly Faleoni. Chicago certainly was a windy city-a paper. The Chronicle, edit- ed by Jeanne Allen and Veroniea Brooks, blew to my feet. There in great headlines was blazoned the latest airplane calamity. Betty Clapp, aviatrix, was giving flying lessons to Joan Keir and C. Jones, but

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16 Jeannette Whittemore hadn't put enough gas in the tank, and the trio had crashed in Irene Donnelly's cow pasture, injuring three of her best jersey cows, and scaring the entire herd. The girls were rushed to Jane Cogan's hospital in Jaekie Brown's ambulance. Listed on the last page of The Chroniele were the names of the attending nurses-Cilla Spaulding, Barbara Lowe, Pauline Keefe, and Lillian Adarns. I have heard since that several weeks later Liz Harney delivered a note to the poor un- fortunates from Irene Donnelly. She said the plane crash had so affected ten of her best cows that they had given no milk for two weeks. Enclosed was a bill for 32500, made out by Marilyn Beers. In another section of the paper under i'Screen Gossipl' I saw that Larry Maroni, great pianist, had again been called upon to stand in for the greatest lover of all times, Jim, 'LI Let Them Love Me and Then I Leave Them, Lewis. It seems that every so often jim gets a yen for basketball and Larry is called in. Tony Basile produced Donald Chasse's and Pat Wales' last Him, Yours Till an Elephant Nose, in which joan Davis the second, otherwise known as Joan Ryan, was a comedienne. Ginny Egan and Mary Capstifk are the noted writers of this gossip column. just as I was tossing the paper into the gutter, someone tapped me on the shoulder and bellowed, Lady, watch where you're throwing that there paper -I have to sweep it up. When I turned I saw George, Help Keep Our City Clean, Yeager him- self, with a broom extending two feet over his head-slight exaggeration. He told me that Bob Jordan was Governor of the city and had made him Colonel of the Street Cleaners' brigade. Well, I guess that's the extent of my travels. Ellen, whom did you see? Okay, gang. Here's my story. I know you all want to hear about our friends from Framingham High School, class of i-15, so here goes. It seems that I got the THE PHILOMATH travel bug along with the rest of you, and during my wanderings met and talked with a lot of our crowd. I saw Jean Gillis in New York, holding a job and her boss, too. Shels a private secretary to that ball of tire, Dafoe Ahearn. Her main job is putting on the envelopes the stamps that Dave licks. Good salary, though. Marian Evans is a gossip column- ist on the New jersey Bounce, with Hazel Goddard as assistant. The dirt that those two can scare up! And I do mean scare. Dorothy Barker is singing at Carnegie Hall right now, with Fuzz Knight as her manager. Nice work, boy! Martha Boyle, happily married, is living in Ashland, Mas- sachusetts. This was no news to most of us. I suppose you know her new name is Rice. Bob., jr., is cute, too. I saw all these kids while hopping freights up and down the New England coast, stopping now and then for a bowl of tomato soup. Remember C lunch? At this stage of traveling I got a little sick of terra iirma and stowed away on a banana boat, heading for South America. I can't look a banana in the eye since that trip. Bananas for brea.kfast, dinner and supper, and mostly green at that. But before the trip was over I had to come out for air. Do you doubt it? Of course you remember how, after the Great War, women took over many jobs that before had been han- dled by men. Imagine my surprise at find- ing Shirley Anderson as captain, with Phyllis Bater as first mate and Gilda Beatriee head of the 'tblack gang. And how that gal could shovel coal! They made me feel right at home and I really enjoyed the rest of the trip. We docked at Rio de Janeiro in Brazil, and I was stopped by customs inspector Margaret Dakai. She checked through my pockets quite thoroughly, and after find- ing only two safety pins, four fish hooks, a piece of string and a banana she let me into the country.