Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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THE PHILOMATH I found Dorothy Bourette on the court- house steps, waiting to get the story on a murder. A better reporter couldn't be found, and the city editor couldnlt usually find Dot. It seems that Helen Mains, a coffee plantation owner, had killed a coffee bean and was trying to put in a self-de- fense plea. Rugged country, this Brazil! just as I was going into the courtroom, Olive Dyer came rushing out the door with a camera clutched in her grimy little paw, screaming, She'll get it! Shelll get it! Get what?'l I shouted. The chair, of course. The poor bean didn't have a chance! With this answer, Olly and camera dashed on. Upon entering the courtroom I found Marjorie Bennett fighting valiantly to save her client from the extra warm seat behind that little green door. Eunice Capen was leering at Helen like a cat that's about to have a nice mouse for lunch. Angela Colon- tonio was sitting with Jennie Dallamora on the bench reserved for the 'fsob sistersf' and both were crying into their inkwells. Not wanting to watch judge Peter Ferro pronounce sentence on the defendant, and not wanting to see the self-satisfied smirks on prosecuting attorney Capen's face, I left the courthouse. I hailed a taxi-copter-remember when they were on the ground and called taxi- cabs? Clambering in, I found Mary Christo driving it and trying to figure out how to let the flaps down. She set me down near the docks and told me that the trip was on her. Of course, I had no money anyway, but I was relying on my marvel- ous brain and good looks fahem! l. I hopped aboard another boat, making sure that it wasn't carrying bananas. I would have starved if mess girl Phyllis Huntoon hadn't sneaked me jelly sandwiches. We docked in San Francisco, going through the Panama Canal, of course. I jumped overboard so the captain wouldn't see me, and bumped into Dorothy Monahon, who was diving for hot --4 17 pennies that the passengers of the boats were throwing to her. When I reached the shore, I found Ralph Sawyer and Jane Sanford running a cold drink stand. They had been partners about six years, and still jane made the dough and Ralph drank it up. Good coke, you bet'cha! They in- formed me that Marjorie Quinn was sing- ing at the 'WVatch Your Coat, While We Take Your Girl Club. She was known all over Frisco as Muddy Margie because of her deep, beautiful voice. Her specialty was I Left My Brains in F.H.S. ' Veronica Olszewski was a cigarette girl. Gee, you can get the things now! Every so often Lorraine Putnam, one of the chorus girls, decides to marry again, and ftRonnie has to fill in. June Shepard, Adele Misalsley, Lola Tinney, lllarguerite Bengiooanni and Joan Costa are all in the chorus. With what they have, they can be. I left San Francisco and headed East. I met Katherine de Foleo in Kansas. She owns a 20,000-acre wheat field and is really taking it easy now. I saw Mary Burbank in Chicago, running a television machine and holding it on tall, dark and good-looking Andrew Errieo. All he does is smile all day at Mary. They told me that Norma Benjamin was down the street in the Rialto Theatre, starring in the play. i'Arsenic and Uh, That Face? Leave it to Norma. I left Chicago with everybody's bless- ings ringing in my ears and two quarters ringing in my pockets. Friends are swell. aren't they? My destination was Wash- ington, D. C., where I hoped to see Presi- dent Boyle. Yes, Eddie did it, as you all know. Why, I had even stayed in Cactus- needle, Texas, long enough to cast my vote for him. He carried practically every state, he always was strong tl cough. cough! 5. His secretary is Jeanne Casey. Private, of course. The First Lady saw Jeanne the other day, and I don't think she likes this 'fprivate' business. I really don't blame her. Cute kid, our Casey. I saw

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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.

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18 Lillian Farren at the Earl Theatre there. Lil always was a good dancer. With Oswald Iarussi as her dancing partner she was climbing to the top fast. Ozzie held out on us back in F.H.S. about how he could dance. But Lil brought it out okay. Later, for dinner, they took me to a restau- rant, one of many that were owned by Edward Lewis. I always knew Eddie liked to eat, but I thought that was going too far. After all, restaurants cost money. Ed sat down and ate with us. I had forgotten how he could park that food away, but grad- ually memories came back when I saw him ripping his fourth chicken apart. He al- ways did like white meat. Barbara Leach, our waitress, was chased out of the kitch- en by chef John Liberatore, waving a hatchet. Johnny still gets excited easily. He stopped long enough to tell me that Irene Tupper was now married. Admiral Cunningham is very happy with his com- mission, too. After johnny had gone, Paul Ford, a singing waiter in Edls restaurant, passed our table. I left Washington and headed for Bos- ton, where I intended to see singer Ger- trude Clements, who had taken time off from her Hollywood contract to fill in for Anna DeFilippo, who ran ffThe Old Hub- bard Theatre. Angie Gentili reigned supreme at the ticket window and Claire Kelly grabbed them at the door. Usher Edna Gerard showed me to my seat just as the curtain went up. Gordon Croft and Jean Langley were the main charac- ters in the musicals written by successful playwright Madeline Hill. After the show, which I enjoyed immensely, I was joined by Anna Joyee and Mary Mr'Carron. They insisted upon bidding me farewell, and asked the number of my drawing room on the train. I told them rail four, third from left, and they snickered right back at me with, f'Well, well. Coming up in the world. hey, Ellen?'l Nice kids. We met subpoena server Dorothy Mahoney, who said that she was looking for Rose THE PHILOMATH Salti. I didn't inquire why. You can draw your own conclusion. Dot offered me a job, as a result I had a bad cough- ing spell and muttered something about an incurable disease, so she went on about her serving. Anna and Mary left me in the South Station, where I proceeded to read the headlines of the papers until C arinela M angini whispered huskily in my ear, 'fWant to buy a pair of thot' nylons? After much discussion, she realized I didn't want them. When I left her she was whispering in someone else's ear. Good luck, 'fMillie. I saw Irene Verrill and hailed her. She was just boarding a west- bound train and she finally convinced me that I should ride in her compartment with her. When we were settled and speed- ing on our way, Irene informed me that she was president of a ladies' lingerie fac- tory and doing quite well. Trying to hide a hole in my stocking, I said, f'Thatls nice, and smiled weakly. Mary M cGrail and Mary Missaggia were junior partners in this firm, and Barbara Pew was over in France at the moment, trying to buy some lace. For trimmings, I believe. Irene told me that they needed another buyer and said she thought Ild fill the bill. The train started to slow down at this crucial mo- ment. After explaining to Irene that I wanted a glass of water, I dashed out. So here I am, kids. Of course I saw all these people recently, but I believe they've gone still higher in their chosen profes- sions. They're all a swell bunch and I'm proud to have known them. I think even the teachers back in Framingham High School are, too. And you know? I think I will look up Irene when I go IVest again. I might even like having a job. BERNARD KANE, ROBERT ABLONDI, JEAN CLINTON, ELLEN WALSH.