Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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10 liet- Now, the year was moving swiftly on- ward and spring was fast approaching. Every young girl's fancy lightly turned to thoughts of hooking a man for the Prom, and the boys' fancy was filled with excuses for going to Boston that night. Our com- mittees were functioning feverishly and the night was fast approaching. It would be interesting to measure the gallons of tears used by the ticket committee in plead- ing with the students to buy tickets. When the night arrived the whole affair went off successfully, however, and we all had a good time. On top of this, the class made money. A vote of thanks goes to all those who took part in this, the greatest of social events in high school. Here again was the awaited time. We watched the seniors leave for good, realiz- ing that we were lucky enough to return for one more year. With these thoughts in mind, we left for various jobs-the farms, the stores, and the Hemingway bowling establishment-to recuperate for another long grind in the next year. The summer over, we now prepared to re-enter that building as supercilious seniors-upperclassmen, and lords of all the school. We all felt proud when we walked through the halls brushing the sophs and juniors from our paths and hear- ing them say, There goes a senior! We realized all too soon, however, that we had to get down to business in order to graduate. As for outside activities, the an- THE PHILOMHTH nual senior-soph dance was held with great success, thanks to the hard-working com- mittee members and some impromptu en- tertainment. We elected our class officers in a new manner. First, on the recommendation of the administration, we had serious, worth- while campaign assemblies. Second, the class office candidates divided into parties -the Square Deal and the Round Deal. Interest ran very high and never was there a more successful election. The officers chosen were Robert Haughey, president, john Paul, vice-president, Kay Gormley, secretary, and Robert Sebastian, treasurer. Quickly following this, committees were established for graduation activities. The senior play, Dulcy, was presented by a gallant group of our classmates, who had courage to face an audience and live. Finally, the Prom and the Music Fes- tival and Graduation rounded off the activ- ities. Class night will soon be gone and the good times at Framingham High School will soon be a memory for us. Assembling here as a class probably for the last time we look behind us, remember- ing what a great time we had in school. We are ending one phase of our life and enter- ing an entirely new and strange one. It is our duty to ourselves, to our homes, and to our schools to gather together the knowl- edge and experience we have acquired over the last twelve years, apply it, and strive towards success and the future. DAVID KUHN. :23X f

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THE PHILOMHTH lass Sfgstory The morning was bright and sunny, but the faces of a certain group on that fateful day were sad and drawn. With the enthu- siasm of condemned men they entered that strange, sinister building. They were the appointed group to attend the sopho- more classes at Framingham High School. Oh, the melancholy of it all! Little did they know they were soon to become the leaders in the school. Little did they know they would be the illustrious, industrious, intelligent Class of 1947. The Senior-Soph Dance was the first social episode of our high school career. This dance is the annual event where the seniors find excuses to stay away, the juniors are indifferent about the whole thing, and the sophomores, bless their souls, take their hearts in their hands and appear at the hall with bells on, or anyway with clothes to fit the occasion. However, we sophomores had a wonderful time. We were now recognized as among the in- mates. To guide our class during this rocky period of our existence the administration appointed Miss Morse, Mr. Vodoklys and Mrs. Olsen fMiss Plantej. They were ex- tremely helpful in assisting our class along the straight and narrow. In our silent manner we showed signs of coming leadership and promise. Yes, sir, three Q35 from our midst reached the de- sirable goal of the first honor roll. What is more, that term seniors had only one, and those juniors had no one on the high honor roll. Our first elections were things to behold. Vaudeville shows, music, and plenty of good old fight. After the paper had been cleared away and the weaker classmates buried, Peter Kastrinelis had been elected president, Francis Gavin, vice-president, Robert Cummins, secretary, and Lois Mason, treasurer. We were now an organ- ized body ready to rebel against all oppres- sion from upperclassmen. However, the sun was moving nearer the zenith and the boys were moving nearer Fenway Park. Yes, it was spring. We licked our wounds, bandaged our brains, and were off in ecstasy for a good rest. We promised our- selves to sit around and dream about how we would treat the new sophomores and shed a tear here and there for those who didn't make it. May they rest in peace. They tried. Soon, oh so soon, the day of reckoning was coming. Long lines filed to their class- rooms. But the year was 1945 and the Class of 1947 was a junior class. It was our turn to have fun. fOh, pardon me, little sophomore, I didn't mean to step on your face. Marshal, report this massacre to Mr. Sullivanj V The first official act was to elect Miss Wiley as adviser, to guide and counsel us. Little did we realize then what a helper and friend she was to become in the future. This year we held new elections for our junior officers. These elections were much different than those of other years . . . no music! From Room 110 Mr. Lundberg ap- peared through dust and ballots, with the results. Arthur Zinck was elected presi- dent, Fran Bertolino, vice-president, john Paul, secretary, and Ray Savi, treasurer. This result only goes to show it's a man's World. Report card time arrived and again three of our class inserted their names with understandable pride under the first roll, a goal which we all desire but few of us attain. They were Russell Casella, Dot Dershowitz and Edith Pennucci.

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THE PHILOMHTH -ea II lass fproplvecy It is now 1960. At long last the taxpay- ers of Framingham have consented to build a new high school. When the wrecking company started tearing the old building for should I say what was left of the old buildingj down, they unearthed a cache of money and an unopened crate of Popnlczr Science magazines. With them was found a note leaving the magazines to that class of the century, the Class of 1947, the money was left to be disposed of as best suited the executors, who curiously enough were jack Paul, Terem Clzfitenga, Lois Mason and myself. The other night each of the executors and I decided to locate an equal number of our old classmates to notify them of their newly acquired treasures. I say treasure because this issue of P. S. has a special article written by that fearless woman explorer who's been to the far- thest corners of the earth Qbut still can't find a manj Mmjoiie Marion. But enough of this, as the man in Westboro said, I'm off! My first thought was to visit the scene of the discovery. There I found Mr. Bush's three devoted assistants, Rnrr Cnsellcz, Bill Pcznarere, and Inn Dexter. Unwilling to lose any precious time while their new quarters were being constructed, they were continuing their research in a tent which they had pitched on the front lawn. Their main project of the week was to find out how many angels can stand on the point of a pin-without scratching their feet of course! Leaving my engrossed friends, I started to hail Anconemz Vercly'5 taxi, but I sud- denly remembered that I still owed her twenty-five cents from the time she drove me to the Saxonville jungle Club. You know, that night club run by the little girl from the big woods, joan Cole. So I hitched a ride on one of Bola Hnz'ne1 r new beer trucks. The driver, Wulf Cragin, told me how Marie Cnrczclonna and Lena Sclaiavi had started a rival company, but he said that Bob wasn't worrying because he had just hired those notorious gunmen, Bill Barrett and fini ClJn1riello to hijack their trucks. I told Walt about the books and left him at the Centre. At first I was un- decided as to whether I should visit Skip falias the little spoke in the big wheelj Ballon or Marilyn Beckzvifla, who is now the president of the State Teachers Col- lege. Noticing a Do Not Disturbn sign on the door of Skip's office, I decided to visit the college first. On my way to the presidents office I met Wczlfei' Lecla, who is now a Latin teacher at the school. I stopped just long enough to learn about Dare B1'agg'J appointment as command- ing officer of the Larned Pond Coast Guard station. Marilyn was extremely glad to learn about her luck, for she had heard that in this issue there were plans for building a supercharged racing car. I managed to get a ride back to town in Bob Tu'onzey's new hearse. His assistant, Frank Donclero, sped all the way so that Bob's two secre- taries, Norma Vital! and Loniye Glorgi, could have it for their date that night. just as we were pulling into town, a police cruiser drew up alongside and forced us to stop. Police Chief Dave Knlan got out and gave Frank a good long lecture, just like the ones his wife, the former Helen Ross, gives him. Since some of the Class of '47 had moved away from the old town, I decided that I'd better contact them next, so I made train reservations for the following day. Thus the next morning found me on