Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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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

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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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12 lie-- my way to the station. As I passed the park, I noticed a group of people listening to a speaker standing on a soap box. Upon drawing closer, I recognized the orator as Amie Sfemvzs. She was yelling something about temperance, but I didn't get a chance to hear her, for just then patrolman Dom Ferrazzi and policewoman janet Clinton came along and broke it up. Anne's col- league, Nancy Dyer, kept beating Dom on the back and threatening him, but he wouldn't listen to her, even when she said that she'd get the best lawyer in the coun- try, Marz'i11 Cohen. Later, on the train, I met Miffolz Bzzrfee, who was going on his vacation. I-Ie's now foreman of section 1, bench 3, assembly line 7, department 3, in building 5 at the Tele- chron. In my afternoon paper I noticed that those two mad chemists, Fred Wfzlrla and Af Snow, had developed a new hair tonic. They were quoted as saying that their old principal, Mr. Magoon, was to be the first to try it. As the train sped through the countryside, I became aware of the passing landscape. For the last few moments we had been passing a huge fac- tory, which must have been miles long. The sign in front identified it as the Na- tional Safety Pin Works, specialists in diaper pins. Milton told me it was run by those industrial magnates, Ymzorick, Clmo, and Tzzrcfaj. I wondered if the Cum- mins' Zipper Plant, run by the Czzfzzmim' brothers, joe and Bob, would give them any serious competition. just then the man in front of me turned on his portable radio. I recognized joe COIIIIEIJS Philharmonic Symphony Orches- tra. The announcer, Big john Wfaalelz, remarked that Bill Wfjfffzllllj' and Merriff Young, who were playing first and second piccolo respectively, were in especially good form that day. The program was short-lived, however, for the owner of the radio suddenly began dialing for another THE PHILOMHTH station, For a second I heard the American Acca Pella Choir, conducted by Wd1'1'6'l2 Szizferr. The dial finally settled on the pro- fessional football championship game be- tween the Chicago Bears and the Framing- ham Collegians. joe Fe1'1'aro and Ed Koromz were doing all they could for the old home town, but what could they do against the Bears' great player, Fmzzk Fazzzari? All of a sudden the man whose radio I'd been listening to turned around, and who was it but my old buddy, Bob Hazzglaey. He told me that he was heading for Washington, and then I remembered that he'd just been elected to Congress. While we were talking, he opened his leather bound brief-case fthe one with the gold trimj and took out a box of Frank's doughnuts. Mr. Bertolifzo senior was re- tired and Fran was running the business now. Bob called my attention to the fact that the holes in Frank's doughnuts were more perfectly round than those in any others. After a while we got to talking about books and Bob asked me if I'd read Marfba Sa-z'age'i' newly published joke book, the one that has been banned in Saxonville. Suddenly the train pulled into the last station. As we left the terminal, I became aware of a large crowd off in one corner of the station. Elbowing my way through, I saw Ba1'ba1'a Seidman and Doris Mezlaemll. From what I could gather, they were being mobbed by autograph hounds. Their press agent, Lucille Oliver, said that they would make their next appearance at the Totem Pole, where they would sing with jack Cm'pez1ter'5 orchestra, his clari- net and his jumbo ice cream cones. At this point, my task being completed, I now turn the narrative over to Teresa Civitenga. The news that told me I was to aid in the distribution of the valuable discovery of Popzzlm' Science was given to me in a letter delivered by our good-natured mailman,