Framingham North High School - Archon Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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Page Eighteen The Thilomath All sillv superstition quelled — This surely made the year complete No better fun — all records beat. IV Ah! Lords and Ladies now Of all that we surveyed. How dignified we were become, So learned, wise, and staid. One hundred strong and forty-five Assembled as a happy tribe. Poor sophs! Bewildered and alarmed Wandered through the halls. Our duty: them to keep unharmed From Junior whims and pitfalls. With Bud again our leader, Aided by these three — Virginia, Gret and Pal We worked in perfect harmony. Christmastide, our spirit was shown. We sent to people in the town Food and clothing and good cheer To last, we hope, another year. Nineteen hundred thirty-one! Our greatest year of joy and fun! Witness this our greatest play— O f nuts by nuts did someone say? Ah, say not so, for art is art, All geniuses must have their start. Thus far we had made good our boast And kept our duties uppermost. Honor men, who would they be? All dared to hope, yet all could see Virginia and Richard the laurels had won. Congratulations! A task well done! Photographer: Look pretty please. No fun this posing — ill at ease. The final goal — our graduation — ■ Is now in sight; no illustration Can picture better what it means Than each face which around us beams. The sands of time are slowly falling, Now various positions are calling. Goodbye! Goodbye! we must move on. Yet each shall strive to come upon A niche within life ' s hall of fame. Whate ' re it may be — we ' ll be the same Members of old thirty-one United, loyal, always one. V Now back to port! The trip is o ' er; Fond mem ' ry lands we did explore, Old times that we shall ne ' er forget. Alma Mater, with keen regret We bid adieu and pledge to thee Our fondest love and loyalty. Alice Murphy, ' 31. Class Prophecy — 1931 Girls Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can ' t tell where to find them — That was the embarrassing situation which confronted me one June day in 1941, while strolling along Fifth Avenue in the city of Nobscot, where I met an old acquaintance, Madame Find Them, who asked me whether I had heard from or seen any of my former classmates. I was taken unaware by Madame ' s sudden in- terest in the lost sheep of the Class of 1931. Her question bewildered me. Per- haps she could help! I invited Madame to my home and there we made plans and preparations for our never-to-be-forgotten journey which would enable us to assem- ble our lost flock. Thus at sunrise on the following day we began our trip, which proved to be full of excitement, thrills and stirring adventures. Madame and I decided to travel in up- to-date style. But how? A whirr and a roar of a rocketship answered our ques- tion. What could be better than a rocket- ship sailing through the vast expanse of air into No Man ' s Land? The ship landed, and we climbed on board, but who was to manipulate the contraption? We waited a few minutes, and our pilot soon appeared. Who could she be? Blonde Hattie Anna, known to us as Harricttc Ralston! Hattie

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The ' Philomath Page Seventeen ]■ CLASS NIGHT ■a Class History I Now we are launched on a glorious sea To peruse again our class history; To review our humorous ups and downs And discover the numerous smiles and frowns Which guided us on our way. II We entered. Ah! the lure of it, The anticipation and fear to wit. There were two hundred twenty-three To traverse this rollicking sophomore sea. (But now we weep, for some are gone; However the sails are up — sail on!) We hustled about the corridors, Fearing the Seniors ' mocking roars At little Sophs, and perplexing doors. We ' d rather die than show our fears To upper classmen of ancient years. For the first time on October fifth An assembly was held our minds to uplift. And then — came exams! Away — care- free plans; Here comes life with a little more strife. November ' s marks showed where we stood Scholastically, some not so good. In February we had a campaign To see who ' d get positions of fame. As president we chose Bud Hill, Who holds that great position still. Then Gret, Bob, and Virginia Made up the rest of our guiding star. Oh! We mustn ' t forget that great event The Carnival — its fun and joy — Busy planning for days and days And then success — expense allays. We gave our money to divers good causes — Movie Machine — Philomath — Annex flaws. On April 5th — a social affair, The Sophomore dance with its joyous flare. The year wore on to a fitting close, We were no more Sophs — but on Junior toes. Ill The summer days of twenty-nine Wrought changes in the little Sophs; As Juniors we were well in line To cope with problems doped by profs! We now were ready to assume The grave responsibilities Of keeping order — lifting gloom, And showed our capabilities. The Seniors seemed much closer now; The social proved this very fact. We could be equal — need not bow — By us they saw they could be backed. The first five months passed without note. Our class perceived the nearing goal. We pondered deep on what we wrote And studied hard for honor roll. But joy was mixed with all our work — A carnival of clubs was held To aid the future of our school, To clear the past — old debts were filled. In March the name of Senior first Was vaguely wed to thirty-one. Elective blanks dispelled the worst, We dared to think the fight was won. In sports we showed our much loved school That we were versatile. In all the major games we ruled That hardy brawn was fighting still. Our Junior Prom, the joy of joys, On Friday the thirteenth was held, When Junior-Senior girls and boys

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The Philomath Page Nineteen decided it was well to go in the business where thumps and hard knocks were re- quired, having become accustomed to jerks and bumps after riding in Frankie ' s Oldsmobile for ten years. She informed us she was flying to Mars! We arrived at Mars in due time. Ac- cording to the custom, all newcomers had to visit the queen. We hoped that Her Royal Highness was one of our lost sheep. Marjorie Bosworth ushered us into the palace, and I suppose you have guessed that the queen was none other than Betty Button. Before we continue, I must tell you (surely you are all interested to know) that people seldom talk on Mars. Their motto is Silence is Golden. Can Betty live through it? We wonder how. Betty told us she had left all her friends on earth (except Midge ) so that their ear drums might be repaired after record- ing her perpetual talking. We thought it was well to leave Betty and Midge in their distant haven of rest and resumed our journey — this time to our beloved earth. Harriette, in think- ing of Franklin, had forgotten how to operate our ship and we made a forced landing in the Hawaiian Islands. There we met a band of natives doing a most exasperating dance led by that famous triumvirate (even more famous than Caesar, Pompey and Crassus ) Hazel Jenkins, Irene Ellis and Helen Woodard. They had been sorely disappointed in love and sought the consolation of the young and handsome lads of Honolulu. Suddenly the melodious strains of music reached our ears. At first it was mournful and melancholy, and then it drifted into that modern rhythm, jazz. Katherine Flynn appeared singing, as she had done in her good old High School days. Re- member how much we enjoyed her solos while perched upon the top limb of the highest tree in Saxonville? That had been ten years before and now Kate had only palm trees. We were overjoyed in seeing so many of our lost flock and were about to depart when we noticed Gretchen Wyman, who was sitting upon a stone, crying. Had she been deserted too? No, we learned Gretchen was attempting an unheard-of-feat — that of constructing a Hill upon which she might blossom as a Bud, once more. This desire was prompted by High School experiences. Poor girl, why not grow trees, instead? In the course of events, Harriette had repaired the rocketship and we resumed our journey, flying due northeast to cold and bleak Alaska. We landed rather sud- denly in a snowdrift, but were absolutely shocked at the sight which greeted our eyes. There we discovered Margaret Waterman, Rita Thompson, and Mary Garfield bathing in one of the icy streams of Alaska. Health had failed them and the poor girls had sought aid in the chilling waters of that desolate, northern country. We were in doubt whether that would prove beneficial and asked the trio what doctor had proposed such a com- fortable remedy. The name of the physi- cian surprised us considerably, for it was Ethel Blades. Ethel had studied medicine for ten years and had exercised her pow- ers on poor Mary, Rita, and Margaret. We wished them the best of luck and left them to explore that snowbound land. Our explorations proved valuable, for we discovered several of our lost sheep. A short distance from where we were parked was a stand which Madame and I decided to investigate. Such absurdity! Louise Guagenty was selling chewing gum, five sticks for one cent. That was quite a bargain, considering how much Louise had paid for all the gum she had chewed in Framingham High School. Was Louise alone so far away from home? Impossible, for Helen Gropp shared half the so-called store and sold and demon- strated her line of cosmetics. We hoped their business might prosper and that gum and cosmetics might flourish. Louise