Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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ie The Lip Chevalier, and Beffy Sleczr- leozixfki, successor to Vera Vague. Ann Garbarino and Anflrey Finkelsfein were rivals for the affection of Loziir Trazfaglini. On the way out of the cinema lthat's Chinese for moviesj we noticed George Railizfonyk, surrounded as usual by a bevy of beautiful girls, among whom we saw Greta Bjorknzan, Aflele Higginr, Barli Miller, and Par Dernzonil. Outside, on top of the National Bank, we saw a huge billboard heralding the arrival of Kafie Qninzani and her famous all-girl orchestra, featuring Dolly Earley, as vocalist, Marria Ring and her hot trumpet, and Marllaa Wfbifing and her violin. Next we went into the Reform School for Drifting Debs and Floating Fellows, which was owned and operated by Par Maroni and joan Meliigan. Joan and Pat told us that they had just brought in two of our old classmates, Ray Croflay and Clarence Snzitli. This was Clarence's second offense. He'd done a stretch before for ringing in false alarms. Leaving the school, we were immediate- ly run over by a jet-propelled automobile. Then the driver, none other than Nicky Melegor, picked us up, threw us in the back seat, and asked us if we'd like a ride up to Farm Pond to see the newly opened boat yard. Not seeing any means of escape, we said we'd love to. Off we went and we reached the pond in two and three-quarter seconds. fNicky told us that her car ran by atomic power!j At the pond, we fell out, and whom should we see swabbing the decks of one of the yachts but Alan Kendrick. Alan told us that he got his swabby experience from his many years in the Navy. V7e also learned that all the boats were the prop- erty of Reil King, mayor of the town. We were glad to hear that Red had graduated from a Harfoot to a flat-headed politician. Speak of the devil, as the saying goes, and in came Red, dragging behind him his THE PHILOMHTH wife, Lorraine Lanelrbarg, and their thir- teen little devils. You can see that Red's not superstitious. The reason for this fam- ily get-together was the christening of a new boat by Nanny Haagliey. The boat was to be christened The Shack. We said good-bye to all our friends and got into Nicky's Atomic Auto. Getting back into town, we were thrown out by Nicky's boy friend, Emil Marzira, who needed all the room for his many Olympic medals, which he always carried around with him. We landed on the safety island in front of what was formerly the Memorial Build- ing, but which now housed the offices of Emilie Moxon and her Clean-Up Cuties, a new name for the Board of Health. As we passed, we waved to Emilie, and then we went into I-Iughes', which was owned and operated by Wanda Brailley, Ph.D., A.B. C., X.Y.Z., the head pharmacist. Wanda told us that she had added a floor show for the entertainment of the high school crowd. The show featured jane! Mitchell, as vocalist, and Playllir Grady and Carolyn Marlilen, can-can dancers. After a short one fcoke, that islj we went out on the Avenue and noticed a new dress shop run by Rifa Capra and Mary Tagliaferri. As we passed, we saw Irene Offazfiani cutting off some of the New Look dresses to make them over into the Newest Look dresses, which were fourteen inches above the knee. Iner Anzeffi almost knocked us over as she came rushing out. She cooled off just long enough to tell us that she had tried in vain to get Mary and Rita to go into business with herself and Margaret Main, co-owners of an exclusive Men's Store. Walking along, we stopped in amazement in front of the new high school. Rushing in before the last bell for old times' sake, we trampled over Bob Belnionle, the re- cently appointed principal of the school. Dusting himself off,'Bob gave us permis-

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THE PHILOMHTH for the Salvation Army in the park. Bill Dorney was accompanying her on his tuba. Among the group throwing pennies at jackie and Bill, we spotted Nina Anzbrog- gi, Ann Arhnzan, and Rnrrell Clark. Sneaking around on the outside of the crowd was joe Coco, trying to sell Vincent Ferraro a bag of slugs. We found Marty Lynch crawling around under the benches, stealing peanuts from the pigeons. Leav- ing Marty to his little game, we meandered over to Bob Hinckley'r Hash House for a sody. Inside, we found that jacly Rice had been promoted to hostess because of her uncanny ability to snitch tips better than any of the other waitresses, among whom were Linda Pacheco, Mary Carley, Pat Dazfitt and Irene Haynes. Suddenly we were startled by a thick, creamy chocolate frappe which was poured playfully down our backs by soda-jerk Malen Barker. Im- mediately, cashier jean Frazer, bus-boys Robert Benejito and john Grarro, and fioor mopper, Yorke Mnrphy, rushed to our assistance. Before we could stop them, they tore off our soiled dresses, sent them to Dot Zacchi'.r Zippy Cleaners, and gave each of us a new outfit from jackie White'r Department Store. Dishwasher Dolly Frarer then came out to greet us, wiping her hands on one of Mary Agortinellfr hand-made aprons. Following her was Dick Acton, chef of the Hash House. They were anxious to tell us of the outstanding success of Bob Canzpion, who had recently been elected to the office of head yes- man to the seventy-third vice-president of the Fraternal Order of Firecrackers. Overwhelmed by Bob's exploits, we de- cided to take in a movie. Stampeding over to the St. George, we were greeted at the cashier's window by Barbara jones, who willingly took our money. As soon as we reached the lobby, doorman Shernzan Crawford grabbed our arms and twisted them until we finally surrendered and gave him our tickets. More of our money went -'-tif 15 into theatre manager jack Locke'.r pocket when we stopped at the candy counter, un- able to resist Kay Corbin'.r wistful smile. Stumbling down the dark aisle, preceded by Gardner Goalcl and his flashlight, we fell over Loair Zanchi, who told us that he was looking for his friend Tony Stacchi. Finally we found a seat, right beside our former inmates at F.H.S., Ann Dazixron, Minnie Ianiro, jean Hilton, and Nornza Stapleton. They were all sitting on top of Mary Cnnneen, because the five of them could get in for the price of one that way. Oh, well, girls will be girls! We were just settling down to watch the newsreel, which was about Fran Ciccarelli and his football Hot-Shots, when someone reached over and grabbed my candy bar. Naturally, I screamed bloody murder and all eyes turned on Prircilla Leach, who was calmly sharing the stolen sweet with Brace Pfeif- fer, her best beau. Near by was joan Lancl- berg, looking jealously at Bruce. Holding joan's hand and looking jealously at Priscilla, was Eclclie Mahan. fComplicated, isn't it?j We forced our eyes back on the screen and found that john's Only Wife, star- ring john Ratter and johanna Clancy, was just starting. The picture was produced by joe Porcello and directed by Bob Pierce. Chief artist for the picture was Thelnia Grorrnzasn. After the first feature was over, jorie Ceccaroni put the lights on and passed the hat to raise funds for Necl Car- ran'r school for disabled hockey players. josie held the hat in front of us for a full twenty minutes before she realized that we weren't contributing. After intermission we were entertained by Paali Towne, the celebrated bubble dancer. Pauli had some difficulty keeping her balloons inflated be- cause Don Blanchette, sitting in the first row balcony, was throwing darts where they did the most good. The second feature was a comedy with Mackey Thonzar, successor to Maurice

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THE PHILGMHTH sion to inspect his beautiful domain. As we snuck by the main office fwe just couldn't forget our old habitsj ,,we discov- ered new faces in that little office so famil- iar to the Class of '48. Sylvia Cooney and jo-A1111 Glearozz were the new inhabitants of the dismal dungeon. Continuing our explorations we saw Pa! Foley teaching a geometry class in the hallway between rooms 111 and 112. Noticing the strange location of a classroom, we asked Pat the reason and she told us that the new gym and cafeteria took up so much room that all classes had been forced into the cor- ridors. The gold-plated escalators looked invit- ing to our stair-weary eyes, but we just couldn't resist the special student elevators, with built-in soda fountains, run by chief operator femme Cazfaform, and her assist- ants Nimz Walker, Mary Veigaz, and Millie Lombawlo. As we stepped inside, Jeanne told us that she was just on her way to the Roof Garden, which was reserved for the pupils who wanted to take a sun bath in- stead of a trigonometry class. fBoy, have times changed along with the new prin- cipallj We decided to get off at the fifteenth N -kai 17 floor, which was just halfway to the top. The first one to greet us as we fell out was Rhoda Maron, whose second half of her dual personality had come out just before graduation, and in consequence, she was still making up time for playing hookey. We then caught a glimpse of Kafljleen Afldlllllllg, being chased around the corner by Belly Buck Devine. Coming out of the teachers' lounge, we saw Alice Mc- Gozfewz, now teaching sociology, Phil Tlfonmr, professor of the shop department, and A111111 Tambollio, head sewing teacher. Because we wanted to see the new gym, we took a short cut through a convenient laundry chute, Halfway down, we were stopped by loamze Kenney and jemzelte IVlfz1'e1zgbl, who were crawling up the Chute to escape the new girls' gym teacher, Buzz Wolf Searirzc. Burrowing around the fleeing girls, we bumped right into Buzz, who was trying to escape Lila Know, the boys' gym teacher. When we reached the bottom of the laundry chute, we were going so fast that we fell right through the cellar of the high school into the middle of the Earth, and no one has ever heard from us, or seen us since. BARBARA BUTTREY, ROSEMARY DORAN. Q